“OOOOOOHH….. Fuck,” murmured Bug blissfully as her now gargantuan breasts bounced against her barrel with a pleasurably pleasing pressure. The bickering bitch’s filling out Bug’s mammaries refusing to still as their athletic bodies thrashed around blindly in the restrictive confines of the paired globes of fatty flesh. Applejack fighting harder, as she bucked blindly, her golden ponytail twitching through the nipple orifice as the mare refused to curl up and capitulate like the more fetally folded Rainbow Dash. The Pegasus’s powerful wings becoming a hindrance as they pushed down on the Wonderbolts back as a bothersome burden, seriously limiting her capacity to resist as she just curled up and spasmed sporadically.

The two competitive mares easily reduced to just shapely swellings and long strands of prismatic hair that waggled about erratically as the entombed pony’s tried to escape their suppressing surroundings. Bug savouring every little jerk and bump from the pair, as they gradually began to slow as the stale air they had brought in with them began to run thin. The two smothered friends’ only a few inches apart, but they were completely unable to help themselves let alone each other, as all their effort amounted to just their plush prisons clapping together with soft slaps. The enveloped elements letting out muffled mewls of anger, as no doubt some choice words were being thrown about within the swollen lactate sacks.

All it would take was a few clenches and the lingering mane and tail would be bundled away to wrap around their stewing owners like a sodden blanket, but Bug could not muster the effort to strain to slurp the tickling filaments. Such effort was uncalled for though, as Bug knew from past experience that if they continued to weakly worm, they would inevitably drag the long lengths in to join their fidgeting owners. Applejack and Rainbow’s vocalisations growing in desperation as they felt the creamy caress of the calcium-rich lactations clammily creep over their fur saturating it in the sour secretions. The cloudy cream doing wonders to lubricate the pair so they had smoothly transitioned into twin lumps that bared the dull shape of two very cramped mares. A little of the pearlescent milk drizzling from the teat to soak the tails with a greasy veneer as they waggled weakly as the fight began to leave the tiring teat treats.

The equines would go still soon and then once they did their last few convulsions Bug would have the enjoyment of feeling them rounding out as her jugs slowly deflated as they liquidated the protein-rich assets within her. The mare not sure what she was going to do with the butterfat rich liquid, but she was sure she would have fun draining the tanks and painting the wall with a whitewash. Her only complaint being the pair had a good survival instinct, and their squirming was sure to soil her bedsheets with a mixture of liquid foal feed and Bug’s loins deviant dripping. The stream strengthening when it sounded like the cyan cunt was crying, as the fear of the situation festered within her as she came to terms with her digestive destiny much faster than her more stubborn earth pony friend. the orange mare rolling her toned hips before unwinding another clumsy kick, as she attempted to entice her devourer to puke her up but all it did was knock a slight huff from Bug’s lungs that barely interrupted her steamy breathing.

Bug having no sympathy for the mouthy mares as they did their last little Derniere danse, as the duo had brought it on themselves when they ruined the mardy mare’s day off with their antics. The rival’s constant competitive contests were the reason they were this situation in the first place, as their yammering had woken Bug up before noon and put her in a right mood. The slate pony having little time for such needless babble, and pointless shows of prowess as at the end of the day they were just mobile mare meat, and in a moment of passion, the older mare indulged her depravity’s to relieve the stress of the situation with some comfort eating.

The fate fitting as both mares had been arguing again about who was better at some tedious activity to see who was the best, and now they were going to have a dire competition to see who would make the most milk….

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Looks like Bug decided to feed the twins, so I guess Applejack and Rainbow are not going to have a good time, but I suspect they did something to deserve this...

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