Look don’t touch.

That was the most important rule for patrons, and Bug was fast to reprimand the drunken dame who had grabbed her frizzy tail as she flaunted her femininity on stage. The mare not much of a pole dancer, but her plump rump gyrating seemed to be enough to please the inebriated rabble watching, as a light drizzle of bills graced the stage as she hoovered up the remaining capital from the crowd. The green rain only increasing now she had a squirming snack in her midsection letting out muffled mewls as the mass wobbled with each twerking twitch from Bug’s wide womanly pelvis.

Bug rather enjoying herself, as she covered a predisposed friend’s shift at a certain seedy establishment. The mare had gone down smooth, the demur beauty easily yanked onto the stage and enveloped by Bug’s well-practised biology. Two yanks were all it took to strip the slut of her meagre accessories as if removing a candy wrapper, before her grimacing face was slotted into Bug’s gaping maw. The mare struggling blindly as her friends in the crowd cheered her name, but without much of a fight the bumbling equine’s muzzle hit the back of the throat and with a few audible gulps she was filling out Bug’s barrel as little more than an animated bulge. The process slower than Bug would normally take such a petite pony, but even with her reservations, Coco was unceremoniously dumped into the stomach in only a few slow and sensual swallows as the slate mare played to the crowd.

Bug grateful the slut was a fellow earth pony, as without any troublesome wings or a poking horn she has slid in smoothly. The mare coasting down the gullet to be dumped in a cramped scrunched up position in Bug’s gut, as they were stowed snuggly for processing. The only relics the swaying mass of mare meat would leave on the performance would be a slowly shrinking swelling in Bug’s middle and a few skimpy articles of clothing left on the stage to be swept up after the show.

The euphoria kicking in as Bug felt empowered, as she had effortlessly taken the mare fetally folded within her. Bug’s hoof teasing the lewd lump as she could not believe this skank's friends had actually applauded her predator when she had taken the now shivering lump of pony shaped protein. The sounds giving Bug a name to the stranger stewing in her stomach, as it put a name to the face she was going to relish turning into a nutritious stew. The audience cheering for Coco's blood, as they wanted to see the cheeky cunt spasm to a stop as she converted from a person to lady lunch meat in the grinding gut. The morbidity amused Bug as Coco had gone from a night on the town, to a soon to be a coiling sausage of shit being pinched off by Bug’s plump ponut that even now was winking sensually at the ogling spectators as she exposed the posterior ports.

The entire audience now focused on Bug as they chanted their desires to see the Coco shaped protuberance turned to chyme so they might savour the sight of her attractive shapes rounding out as she liquidated. This combined with Coco’s weight pushing down on top of Bug’s mare parts was enough to make the older mare moist, as she fully breathed in the lustful miasma that was dominating the unwilling in show meal. Bug tensing her core and pelvic floor as she grew flustered by the fanfare, leaving her cheeks to glow bright pink as the air grew all the steamier. The matter made worse as she began to leak from her letterbox as the excitement made her spill a few sticky droplets her musky coitus cologne as her mounting arousal was made tangible. The compressions folding the entombed Coco like a lawn chair as without much effort the cramped mare was forced into an even more claustrophobic position as her spine bowed uncomfortably.


The stifled screams growing in pitch as Coco felt the pinch of enzymes as her soft skin already itched under the phlegm matted fur. The mare flailing blindly in the darkness as her body was forced to comply with the crushing squeeze of the stomach trying to surpass her blind bucking. Bug leaning out to the crowd as she gripped the pole, giving them all a good view at the frantic fidgeting within her as she spun around like a horse on a carousel. The dancer basking in the admiration, a few hooves reaching out to touch, before their owners thought better of rubbing a belly lest they join the mare marinating within the taut tummy.

Bug stopping as she rested against the pillar, her chest heaving from the strain of such a show with a pony worth of weight shuddering in her torso. A smile on her face as the coloured lights focused on her casting a sexy shadow on the crowd before Bug had one last word with her simmering snack.

“It’s a shame you won’t be around for the encore…” she said seductively, as she stoked the crowd like a coal fire. The mare then biting her lip and letting out a raunchy burp that erupted in a mist of spit interlaced with loose cyan hairs. The gust passing over Bug's lips voided Coco’s of her atmosphere, leaving the mare to thrash as she rapidly suffocated in the smothering stomach. Bug simply flaunting her dinner's last dance as she gave the crowd what they wanted………

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Bug stands in for a stripping gig to help out a friend. The mardy mare enjoying the job, as she manages to snake a treat during her performance as a certain seamstress gets a bit grabby in her intoxicated stooper.

The end result of me snagging the YCH that  Nomipolitan did a little while back. I was happy to win it and i hope they enjoy the little lemon I wrote to go with it :)

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