Pencil shivered as Bug casually slipped her foreleg over her soft shoulders, as the mare had not expected the abrupt intimacy from her fellow earth pony. The sudden invasion of her personal space taking Pencil aback as her head came to rest upon the padded cushion that was Bugs slate chest fluff. The fur rising and falling in almost soothing strokes as Bug drew breath in her normally calm manner, as she seemed to exude a frigid confidence.

The sound of Bug’s heart beating against the skin was like a steady metronome in Pencil’s Ear as the mare held her to against her breast with a firm frog. The closeness causing Pencil to cringe, as her face smooshed against Bug’s body before she was slowly pulled upwards towards the mares no doubt eagerly waiting maw. Pencil knew what Bug was capable of, and a shudder ran up her spine as she suspected that she was going to be getting imminently intimate with the dour bitches’ bowels.

This assessment was not wrong, Bug was very much capable of devouring the mare as little more than a meal. For now though that was not Bug’s intention as if that was all she desired she would already be nursing a Pencil shaped bulge in her barrel. The thought crossing Bug’s mind though as she was somewhat curious about how much the pudgy pony would struggle was the stomach tried to snuff her out with its stifling depths.

“Bug….”

“…. Could you please let me go?” requested Pencil politely, as she tried to remain collected well under the threat of Bug’s unwanted attention. Bug seemed to mull this for a moment, as she said nothing, leaving Pencil to only picture what horrors the mardy mare might be brewing for her. Pencil’s freckled face fidgeting slightly as Bug gave a light gulp letting her larynx lap upon the tan mares face with a well-rehearsed bobbing. Pencil flinching instinctively as the lesser pred suddenly expected her head to be enveloped in darkness as Bug simply took her as sustenance.

“Maybe…” said Bug bluntly with a sly smile, as she let the mare in her grasps ear come to a stop upon her tender throat. This deliberate action so that the possible mare meal could hear the sound of the earth pony’s gullet greasing up for a slick swallow.

“Bug… I am not in the mood for one of your games,” Grumbled Pencil, as she found her courage as she didn’t want to hear the gastric stereo of Bug’s festering innards. This earned an eye roll from Bug’s golden peepers as she seemed rather bemused by the cute protests of the portly pony. Bug knew the mare loved the long swallow, and though she was playing hard to get the older mare thought it critical to test some boundaries to see if she could fluster the heavy set horse.

“You feel that?” Bug asked ignoring Pencil’s protests, before giving a gulp so that the coffee dappled mare knew exactly what she was referencing. The rolling of the throat caressing Pencil with a few oozing waves as the taut tunnel flexed in anticipation to receive her. A grumpy glance being Pencil’s reply as she seemed to know where this was going as Bug was playing with her like a cat would an injured mouse. Bug giving a light snort that ruffled her captive audience’s frizzy chocolate locks, her sinuses savouring the scent of the chubby equine for a few whiffs before Bug continued her little rhetorical question.

“Your entire body is going to slide down this tight little tube” the statement enough to make Pencil’s loins twitch, as the thought of such a glugging gulp was enough to ignite her marehoods pilot light. Bug stroking her throat a few times as if to illustrate the point further of the claustrophobic and caustic future that awaited Pencil in the near future. The words reverberating from Bug’s body with a strangely saucy sternness that underpinned each syllable as if the thought of what was to come was making Bug moist.

“Bug, I would rather not…” continued Pencil trying to remain civil, as if she raised her voice, she knew the argument would end with a burp.

“I know you don’t, but if you don’t play along, I am going to see brown hairs when I wipe for the next week or so,” threatened Bug casually, as she knew she could easily overpower the adipose accentuated Pencil. This statement of cold truth made Pencil give a reluctant sigh, as she had to suck up her pride and play along lest she be relegated to flank fat and undesirable indigestibles.

“Fine, let’s get this over with…….” capitulated Pencil, the mare unenthused by whatever Bug had planned for her.

And then Bug kissed her……

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Unfortunately for Pencil Test, it seems she had drawn Bug's eye. Unluckily for the normally happy horse Bug has decided to see if she can push the plump predator's buttons: Hopefully, Bug doesn't play for keeps, but seeing as they just locked lips it's not looking good for Pencil.

A fun little commission I got from Pencil's owner Pennii ( https://twitter.com/SomeFrigginNerd ) who I would recommend checking out if your in the market for some meaty mare's.

The fun continues in part 2 that can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/566509

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