When Bug asked Line to help her extract a uterine parasite, that she had been brooding for sale the yellow mare had initially been reluctant to assist her boss. This disinclination was not unfounded as the slate mare had a habit of making ponies disappear into her orifices if the inclination struck, and Line had been on the receiving end of a digestive tour more than once during her tenure.

The only thing that made Line consider shoving her hooves into that tight pussy that led to a very much active and bulbous belly was the fact Bug had a vested interest in selling the guest gestating in her foal oven. Unfortunately, the unborn abomination was more than a little territorial, and in an instant, it emerged from the musky cavity enraged and very much molesty. Greasy tendrils crowning from the dilatating sexual crevasse and immediately setting to work throttling Line with their gropy grasps.

A squelch ringing out as Bug lost her composure and moaned, the sensations pervading her pussy too much as her barrel contracted slightly as her passenger stirred. With her face going a rosy hue, Bug just bit her hoof to steady her trembling desires and assumed the position that would allow the easiest birthing of her bulky brood. The uneasy sounds coming from Line doing nothing to instill confidence that Bug’s assistant could extract the polyp as she could already hear it constricting the yellow earth pony in its viscus and vice-like grip.

The sensation of Line’s forehooves reaching into the gaping love tunnel causing a shiver to run up Bug’s spine, the awkward noises of the ticklish Line as she ignored the exploring tendrils adding an awkward erotic atmosphere to the act. But then the hooves didn’t stop, going deeper as based on the startled snuffle Line made, she had now intention of this dank delving, but the uterine marauder didn’t much care for the feelings of this foodstuff and began to violently yank the poor pony into the parted pussy.

Bug immediately gasping in a lewd moan, as her loins quaked at the attention, and she almost doubled over. Line struggling only adding to the naughty nuance nibbling upon Bug’s quim, as she for a moment expected Line to pull herself out with some meaningful resistance , but with another yank from her unborn sprog she felt the mare's shoulders thump past the cervix, so giving a shrug Bug just let her child take its first meal, she and Line could try again tomorrow as for now the grey mare was content to feel her aids death spasms……

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

In this little adventure, Bug requires Line to remove a parasite she has been gestating, unfortunately for her yellow friend the brood is more interested in making Line a meal than being cast into the cold world. Well better luck next time, as once sated on horse meat perhaps the infant can be more easily coaxed from its living lair.

After her cooch burps up a vivid technicolor hairball, Bug will try again as the buyers brass is more than enough for the birthing pains of the infamous uterine marauder.

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