Tulip Truffle liked to feel sexy; the rosy mare partaking in many an activity that made her feel confident and in control, though under this veneer of sureness lay submissive tendencies that she relished to express. One of these pass times was bondage, as she stripped her agency to a partner and marinated in the submission that came from a dominant lover before it climaxed in coitus.

The earth pony chaining thin but firm fetters to the bedposts, before gently slotting her hooves into the restraints before one by one she clicked them closed to hold her snuggly. Tulip turning the last lock, before slowly removing the key and casually discarding it to the floor so that she would need the grace of her mistress to escape her captivity, as she was well and truly shackled to her fantasy.

From here it was just a waiting game, as Truffle hummed to herself and shuffled slightly on the bedsheets, waiting for Line to come home to the lewd surprise waiting for them upstairs. Her mind making her damp as she imagined the possible scenarios that might play out, as Line tended to get rather into her role-playing, and it was sure to end with a gush of musky femininity from her already moist marehood.

Then she heard the front door open, and the sound of hooves slowly surmounting the stairs, Truffle biting her lip as she put on a saucy face, her two-tone tail rising to present her rear ports to reveal their throbbing shame. It was perfect, as her buttocks jiggled slightly in the overwhelming passion craving anticipation that made her love tunnel blaze with the wildfires of lust. The motions accentuated as she rested on her meaty melons, the fatty mammaries pressing flush so the tender nipples caressed the linens in a way that made Tulip's lips quiver.

The nirvana-like haze creeping in, before the door opened and any heat went out in an instant as if all the air in the room had suddenly been expended. The sudden shift caused by the grey mare standing in the precipice, instead of the expected yellow, as Line’s Boss Bug-Zapper had rudely waltzed into the love nest uninvited.

“Bug, where is Line?” asked Truffle, as the plumper earth pony was expected back by now.

“She got held up, melted under the pressure of one of our orders…”

“It happens….” Shrugged Bug as she walked into the room like she owned the place. The more mature mare nearing the bed, before she stooped down to swipe the brass key from the floor with her mouth, the metal slurring her speech as she continued.

“The thing is today is her day to buy dinner, and well she has inconvenienced me by selfishly simmered to slush before she could pay, as I doubt a pony shaped bulge can order from Mc’pones,” continued Bug as she continued her advance towards the snared Truffle. The mare regretting the bondage as now she was powerless as Bug grew near, and the thought alone made Tulip audibly gulp.

“Bug could you untie me please?” asked Truffle trying to be polite, as she forced a fearful smile through her normally glowing cheeks.

“O I will….” Replied the mare sinisterly, a smirk on her face as she mounted the bed and neared the now squirming mare laid out before her. Bug parting her legs so that her plump ponut and tempting taint were on full display and based on how that rosebud was winking Truffle swore she would be taking the back door to the stomach. the private areas on full show for but a second before Bug swooped like a hawk to claim her pre-packaged meal.

Truffle giving a yelp that was immediately stifled by the slap of a sodden snatch squelching over her muzzle, the hole unexpected but the end result would be no different as the red earth pony would curl up into a ball of quivering flesh and digest as a compliant conglomerate of calories. Bug just giving a risque moan as her cooch convulsed and she began to slowly slurp in the bucking mare as nothing more than a snatch snack. Her loins loose enough to take the entirety of Tulips head in an instant, glasses and all, in a sudden pinching of nerves that was enough to make the seasoned predator gasp in erotic expletives.

Bug beaming as she rapidly began to overtake the virulent vibrator that Truffle had been reduced to, as the mare prepared to fulfil her promise of untying the bespeckled mare. The cuffs coming away in due time as the unwilling Tulip was fed into the pussy like a piece of wood through a chipper, as unlike a Pegasus the earth pony would not be mangled by the crushing depths of Bug’s Kegels. The slate mare just enjoying the pitiful protests of her prey, as she made a note to fish out the sluts glasses from her future leavings, as she would be kind enough to return the prescription once she passed whatever of the wailing whore's body her baby bakery deemed unfit to metabolize.

But for now, such salacious thoughts could wait, as growing red-cheeked Bug just arched her back and began to enjoy her recompense, as she was sure her little assistant would be jealous that she missed out on an arousing adventure well she was spelunking some dire beasts bowels………

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Fun little lemon I did as a gift for my boi Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ).

I hope he enjoys this little lemon where Bug ruins his new girls attempt at sexy time with mannerisms that only my antisocial mare can muster.

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