Domestic arguments with Bug rarely ended well, and this was a mistake Line learned more than once the hard way. The bubbly mare probing the more mardy Bug the wrong way at the inopportune time or causing undue calamity in the organised chaos the taller grey mare called her lair. Of course Bug didn’t always need a reason, Line had a good taste to her, and lacking a horn it was easy to coast the lips over her head and with a few confident swallows tuck her away to stew.

With a loud swallow Bug’s lips began to caress the top of Line’s hips, the chunky buttocks slowing her advance for just a second as the gray mare took a moment to enjoy her dinners erratic struggles. The taste of Banana filling Bug’s senses as she wallowed in Line’s flavour, the mares back legs dancing in the air as she spasmed trying to find some level of traction to put the brakes on this humid slip and slide. Line's head filling out the stomach like a frock, so that the fleshy walls were held tight to her head, as it gently inflated as more of the worming mare was fed into the claustrophobic space. The stretching of tissues pleasant as the euphoria of a hearty feast washed over Bug’s body as she shivered in satisfaction, a polar opposite of Line’s reaction as stomach juices lapped at her peachy skin.

Bug just paused for a few moments, breathing in the mare that was pleasantly filling her upper body with her fidgeting form as she was enveloped as little more than supper. The mare protesting weakly much to Bug’s amusement, as she smiled around the mare who was now tiring in her struggles as she capitulated as nothing but prey to her more voracious peer. The vibrating of her normally cheerful tone contorted into a scream ruffling the barrel flesh as Line’s muzzle came to rest somewhere between Bug’s sternum and bellybutton. The mewling cranium bobbing gently as Line wriggled like a fish on the line, the acrid stomach clearly bothering her delicate facial features with its nipping atmosphere.

Giving another glugging gulp Bug attempted to scale Line’s meaty hips and the earthpony mare flicked her head back and force on her hind legs so that she might use gravity to help her finish this diet breaker. Bug’s gape wide as for a moment the meaty buns prevented her advance with their fatty fullness, the gently flicking of Line’s vibrant tail irritating Bug’s breast. Wobbling slightly, Bug stood up on her hind legs, the toned hindlimbs tensing as she braced the weight of two mares on her feminine frame.

At this point Line had given up, her little frogs giving a few ineffectual flicks as she went still, be it through exhaustion or just succumbing to the tart and stale air that resided within her so-called friend. Placing a hoof on Line’s right buttock and grasping firmly, Bug prepared to finish this with but a few flicks of the head and a satisfied burp to seal the deal. With her tongue sampling Line’s haunches, Bug continued to gently ease her lips over the meaty girth of Line’s widest part, the creaking of her ligaments satisfying as she relished taking a meal that was basically her own size.

Line was now still, her hooves only moving involuntarily as she was yanked down the eager throat, not even flinching as Bug’s nose slotted between Line’s voluptuous breasts so that she might get a good whiff of the musky mammaries before they were crushed flat and shuttled down the throat on the long slide that the mare turned meat found herself on. This lack of participation from her partner in the gastral waltz disappointed Bug as she was used to the yellow mare’s energy being used in her relatively active survival instinct, but it seemed she was not in the mood for some wet and wild fun.

Bug rolled her eyes at this shameful display, normally Line was a lively and active meal, really giving a show as she squealed and bucked her hips as she tried to avoid being turned into a pony soup. If Line wasn’t going to give Bug the satisfaction of a fight from her prey, then she would force it. placing her left hoof upon Line’s bosom and giving a gentle squeeze as if she was stepping on an orange Bug pushed the meaty orb flush with Line’s pelvis that suddenly seemed to jump to life as she yelped in surprise at this unexpected groping of the now bouncing breasts. The sensitive flesh compacting too much for the mare to hold stalwart in stoic solidarity and she immediately tried to thrash as she balled over and her already confined forehooves tried to slap the intruding fondler.

With her dinner stuttering back to life in an erratic thrashing Bug just pressed her hoof down upon the compressed tit and ground it upon Line’s now thrusting hips. Bug’s wrist caressing the curve of Line’s hips as she felt the nipple now hard upon her frog, the sensation of Line’s now hammering heart tangible upon the sensitive inner hoof. The shot of adrenalin she had received at the unwanted attention all that was needed to jump-start her flight instinct and she was now desperately writhing as her struggles renewed with heightened vigour.

This squirming only increased as Bug began to rub the right breast so that it chaffed against the left one, both balloons of sensual flesh scraping against each other to the lewd sound of skin on skin friction. The jiggling bust like jelly as they clattered against each other with meaty slaps, a stray squirt of milk burst as an eruption of cloudy white as a signal that the boobs had been bruised enough by the unsolicited attention.

Within Bug's body cavity the sounds of Line’s high-pitched screaming again echoed out and this strumming shrieking tickled Bug’s heart. The black-maned mare just molesting Line’s jugs, feeling the supply silky skin, the soft tissue almost like butter beneath her kneading caress. This exploration of her friend’s form was worth the ire she might evoke from Line after her caustic bath, as Bug had little doubt of the whining that would ensue when Line recovered from yet another digestive fate.

What would this be the 5th vibrant yellow and purple hairball that Bug would cough up in the shower once Line lost her composure. In truth Bug didn’t care, as Line’s taste didn’t seem to dull with repeat swallowing’s, which made Bug glad that she called the mare friend, though she would never admit it, as she appreciated the mare soon to be bulge more than just for her delectable hints. Giving a shrug and a slight smirk, Bug just swallowed, it was time to bundle up Line so that she could be lulled to sleep with her shuddering, the food coma nice and deep so that she might sleep off a mare worth of meat in bliss……


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Today we have another collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ).

This one is a tad bit more exotic, as Crazy was playing around with 3d models and overlaying a sketch and we got a nice lewd shot out of Bug out of it for practice.

Bug and Line have a strange relationship, and the more assertive Bug is prone to gulping Line when the situation calls for it. In this case Line had poked the Gollox driving it into a frenzy and the older mare thought this was the logical course of action to reprimand her more colourful counterpart.

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