Pencil was taken aback, as she felt Bug’s velvety lips lock with hers in a sudden snogging. The brown mare going wide-eyed as she let out a snort of shock, not quite sure how to react to the unexpected oral attention. The unsolicited smooching coming just as Pencil was about to say something allowing the flickering tongue access to her partially agape oral cavity. the probing organ using the element of surprise to exploit a chink in the mares normally prudent defensives, allowing the nubile limb to worm between the startle lips.

Pencil letting out a nasal snort as if she was blowing a raspberry as she gasped in alarm at the invasive intimacy. Bug’s lapper invading Pencil’s mouth as the pair began to swap saliva in a spar of duelling tongues. Pencil aghast as her face was awash with conflicting emotion, confusion and passion rolling in equal measure as a part of her yearned to reciprocate the smacking of peachy lips. Bug’s hoof coming to the back of Pencil’s head, as if to cradle her head like a lover, the caress of that almost tentative hoof enough to make the mare’s heart melt like butter as a light fire began to smoulder below her belly button.

This seething flame did not have time to catch though, as like with most things this was simply a tease from the as normal nefarious Bug. Pencil’s eyes crossing as she looked down her muzzle to see Bug smirking at her in a manner that was not the least be reassuring. The grey earth pony concluding oral examination, and with the taste of Pencil’s minty mouthwash tickling her taste buds Bug easing her snout forward to take her manipulation of the mare in her clutches further.

Pencil barely had time to react, as Bugs rehearsed, and greased gullet practically coasted over her face in a single swallow. The rolling gulp washing over her skull in a cascade of drool that easily slotted the pretty face into the waiting opening, so her nose tapped tentatively at the swinging uvula. A row of well-maintained teeth tickling Pencil’s cheeks as Bug seemed to mull her taste in the short second. This calm not lasting as Pencil almost immediately went into a spasticated spasm as the mare realised that Bug was well on the way to claiming her sensual shape for supper.

If Bug’s mouth was not filled with well-formed mare meat she would have laughed, as it was always cute when her prey tried to prevent the inevitable digestive destiny that the sadistic slut had planned for her female fodder. Pencil bucking up a storm as expected as the mare did not want to spelunk Bug’s stomach in the slightest, as her hooves came to Bug’s chest in some blind attempt to find leverage to pry herself free from the humid hell that was the older mares’ innards.

in truth it was really little more than just an annoying distraction from the mare’s divine taste, as Bug ignored the hammering of hooves and seized Pencil’s shoulders in her steely grasp before just leaning in to take her. A strong swallow tipping Pencil’s nose over the back of the throat and in a single slow ooze, the mare’s entire cranium slipped past the portal of pearly whites. The mare turned meal squirming almost pitifully, as Bug forced her onto her haunches so she could do nothing but worm ineffectually as Bug explored the fine flavours of her form. The taste of Pencil’s body wash giving the mare a caramel edge that was simply a delight upon Bug’s palate, prompting the chuffed consumer to emit a moan of satisfaction.
Bug giving another gulp, folding Pencils ears flush to the sides of her head, and for a moment Bug almost gave in to instinct and inhaled the meaty mare as little more than a delicious delicacy. The sensation of Pencil’s muffled protests and lukewarm resistance tickling Bug’s gullet as she reigned herself back in and remembered she was just messing with the tasty morsel that was marinating in dribble upon her tongue. Bug’s stomach seeming to realise this as it let out a grumpy grumble as it had just been stoked for pony sized portion of protein that was now being dangled in front of it as if to taunt the gluttonous organ.

Giving one more gulp, Bug took Pencil into her up to her neck, so that the mare’s black choker could act as a makeshift depth gauge, that Bug hoped would stop her going overboard and adding a pencil-sized bulge to her barrel. The swallow letting the throat flaps pinch the back of Pencil’s head like a spongey vice leaving her entire cringing face at the mercy of rhythmic waves that rolled down Bug’s oesophagus in peristaltic pulses that were desperate to whisk the mare down the tight tunnel to the gurgling gastric chamber.

Pencil was still struggling, her voice reverberating in Bug’s gullet like a vibrator as she let off a bunch of hot air regarding her sudden claustrophobic veil that was constricting the tan mares head to the point of a migraine. Bug just holding Pencil still and stroking her tensing form as if she were a mother southing a child who had grazed their knee. the slate mare mumbling around her meal, the words slurred but the tone of her larynx was soothing like honey on a sore throat.

“Hush…..”

“It’s fine……”

“Be a good girl and just relax…..”

“….I won't hurt you,” said Bug with a voice like velvet, as she stroked the distressed face through her taut neck, as her frog felt every feature of Pencil pressing against the dulling screen of warm tissue. The twitches and quivers slowing as Pencil accepted her fate as future flank fat, as her hooves came to the floor with dull taps as she capitulated to the superior biology that was Bug. The fight seeming to leech out of her with each bob of the throttle, and for a moment Bug was worried she had pushed her too far that she was not getting air from the windpipe and was asphyxiating.

Giving a nudge, Bug pushed Pencil an inch further in so she could feel the mares svelte muzzle pushing upon the entry to the lungs, before taking a few breaths to make sure she was not accidentally snuffed like a candle on a drizzly day. Pencil taking a few deep breaths as if she was steadying her core, but the struggles did not renew as the earth pony knew it would mean she would just die tired. It was this complete surrender that Bug had been craving as she felt Pencil go slack as she waited for the lips to coast down her body when her devourer claimed her.

Bug would not give her such an easy way out, as the older mare knew that one quick death spasm quaking her gut would be a hollow end to their relationship as there was potential for greater things with the pudgy predator currently stretching her upper G I tract. The victorious predator grinning as she would let Pencil stew for a few minutes and let the dread constrict mind with the ties that was her own fallibility. From there Bug was unsure as she pondered a way to reward the mare she was currently sucking like a lollipop for her good behaviour in the face of imminent ingestion.

The question was who would be reduced to a fetal lump of horse meat. Bug going down the list of ponies she hated unable to settle on a candidate who would look good as fat on Pencil’s frame. Bug contemplating the possibility’s and even though she was unable to settle on a suitable snack, she was sure Pencil would be nursing a bulging belly by days end……..

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Here we have part two of the commission I posted a few days back that can be found here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/565803

Bug seems to have escalated her bullying into a full swallow and here we find her at the second gulp, hopefully, Pencil plays nice or she will be stewing in no time.

Big thanks to Pennii ( https://twitter.com/SomeFrigginNerd ) for drawing this and allowing her mare Pencil Test to get rather intimate with Bug. I am sure in time more art from her talented hand will grace this gallery :)

Hope you guys enjoy

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