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“…..Happening!!!!!” Bug’s tone turning giddy as her face lit up as a bulbous lump began to rapidly rise up Riff’s gagging throat. The stallion going ridged as he began to violently retch and couch as a cream coloured phlegm began to drizzle past his lips. The wriggling in Riff’s barrel growing ever more active as his brood decided now was the time to fledge the nest, as girthy shapes began to ripple under his sweat caked fur.

“B…..B…B…” tried to stammer Riff, but his words were lost on him as something violently parted his tonsils and began to coast up his throat to his cringing maw. The sensation like vomiting, a tart cocktail of natural fluids hitting his palate causing the stallion to hack at the foul flavour. His gullet straining as he tried to regurgitate the hefty haul in his stomach that was quivering like jelly as it tried to jostle free of the restrictive confines of the stallion. The creature weaned and ready to fledge the nest, which took the form of the brood ejecting itself from the nearest available orifice.

Riff felt his uvula slam against the top of his mouth as it inverted, just increasing his violation as he began to dry heave sputtering some of the white mucus, as his mouth abruptly opened as a tentacle tentatively peaked from his maw. The steaming moist grey membrane tensing, as Riff went crossed to see the emerging new-born, as it wafted in the comparatively cooler air now it was free of the sweltering core of its host. The creature seeming to take a moment as it breathed in the bright afternoon sun, its body glistening as a dollop of thick emulsion fell from its tip as it cast off its amniotic fluid.

The creature clogging Riff’s airways, causing his head to drowsily dabble, as his haggard body tried to expel his troublesome offspring. The lingering little one flinching as the girth violating Riff’s throat abruptly doubled as an impatient infant tried to skip the line and wormed up the throat stretching the oesophagus further as the organic chute was trained to such an extent it left the stallion light-headed, the only feelings begin Bug stroking him lovingly and his own body being ripped asunder as he was involuntarily loosened up by a living stamped of shimmying sprogs.

He wanted to pass out, but the hot breath of his midwife mare in his ear whispering sweet nothings like a limbos wind kept him semi-conscious as his prodigies began to slither out of his yawning mouth. The first one not even half out when his colon cramped, and it seemed to shiver like a person suffering late set exposure. A fibrous sensation scraping over his rectum, the girth punching its way free like a speeding subway train, hitting his anus and applying a heavy pressure on it as something virulent pleaded that his brain might open the gates as a second gridlock began to form upon the back passage. The pressure in his faecal cavity filling as if he was baking enough bowel brownies for the world fair, the annelids displeased with the traffic as the squirted more lubricating fluid and began to press aggressively against the Riffs Prostate as they impatiently milled for release from this dank dungeon.

The pressure going as his entire large intestine began to expand like the mother of all impacted bowels, as the constipation of his slippery suckling’s grew unbearable, and his anus finally got the memo and eased open with the crackle of ass snot and a spurt of his brood’s greasy goo. The first worm practically headbutting his dock as it was birthed from the parted pucker, its natural course epidermis rubbing the pert ponut pucker raw as it screamed a primal screech of release as the first of many ankle-biters thumped past the gaping arsehole. The sensory filaments tickling as it strummed the sphincter with its semi segmented girth, and this beast ditching berth was finally enough for the teased prostate to misfire and start a euphoric chain reaction.

Riff grunted as his gonads tensed and his engorged cock began to spurt like a breached oil derrick painting the floor with another sauce as his spunk cleaned out his little peckers cyclopean gape. The salty spray mixing with the off-white spunk his young were using to lubricate themselves as the musky stench of a laborious excursion grew thick in the steamy air. The lack of air in his lungs making the orgasm all the more powerful, as the asphyxiation make his brain flood with all manner of pleasure hormones, mixing well with the adrenalin causing his hind legs to spasm as his entire body seemed to go ridged in an instant before a slack exhaustion passed through his conscious.

The splat of his firstborn hitting the floor the last thing his brain registered before he passed out, the strain on his body too much. Riff’s heart beating like a drum as his body continued to gush his man mustard wastefully upon the floor as no depravity cavity was available. Bug had stopped taking, his senses barely able to tell where she had gone, as he felt the feeling teeth a humid mouth, accost his cock as the mare had decided to ease his burden and sample the local cuisine. At this point though Riff could not tell what was real or an oxygen-deprived hallucination as his breath continued to slow as this was too much for one day and he checked out leaving a limp vessel for his worms to escape from, without any resistance from his uncompliant innards.

Seeing the stallion go slack, Bug just rolled her eyes at this lightweight display, and removed her mouth and wiped. The brood bastard would be alright, she just wished he had not fainted, as she had wanted to get some sloppy seconds. Bug didn’t mind this much though, as she still needed 3 more clutches of this little night crawlers, so she was sure she would get her sloppy seconds……….

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Standby for significant emotional event.

A commission my friend GODOG got from the always talented AskBumpywish, who can be found here: https://derpibooru.org/profiles/AskBumpyWish

I made him a deal and said if it was Bug helping out I would toss him a nice brood stallion lemon, so here you go as I always keep my promises, I might just be a tad bit slow at times XD

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lunchymunchies

Posted by lunchymunchies 1 year ago Report

"Standby for significant emotional event."

Where's part 3? If there is no part 3, what is this significant emotional event?

Also, I'm curious. What is the appeal of characters suffering and being unwilling and the other party being careless and callous?

doomfister

Posted by doomfister 1 year ago Report

Your seeing the significant emotional event ;)

lunchymunchies

Posted by lunchymunchies 1 year ago Report

Because it says that after the story, I thought it was talking about something else.

doomfister

Posted by doomfister 1 year ago Report

Nah its a two parter ;)