“You see that hole?” asked Bug, as she inched Inkwell’s gagged muzzle ever closer to the winking ponut. The squirming secretary mewling weakly as she drew closer the anus that seemed to be grasping the air in front of her as if to create a current to draw Inkwell in. The petite mare’s brown eyes fixated on the tight tailstar as its twitching movements followed the metronome of Pencil’s excited heart.

“…. Your entire body is going to thump through that tight little ring,” continued Bug as she tormented the trembling typist with the plump portal pulsating in front of her. The mare set on this mewling mare’s send-off, as she had decided on which orifice she was going to the digestive dive into. it was not like her captive audience would care, as at the end of the day the outcome of being crammed into a cunt, or inserted into the intestines were not so different in the end, as she would suffocate in short fashion either way. Pencil glancing over her shoulder to see the smaller mare trembling, her eyes looking like pinpricks behind her thick glasses as she got a full view of every detail of the paunchy pony’s gargantuan rump.

Inkwell’s panicked breathing catching the whiff of arousal from the pudgy pony that was going to be accommodating her. The wall of coffee brown fur shivering slightly as the hot breath of her prey skirted over her jiggling jugs leaving goosebumps of anticipation in their wake, as Pencil had done this dance enough to know where Bug was going with this. The anal adventure decided on, Bug was now just tensing up the meat so it would be easier to slot the slut in with an assertive ramming.

“Your head to your hooves, every part of you slithering over that tender tail hole, before coming back out a little later when Pencil’s bowels are done with you,” elaborated Bug, as she would not wait to turn this pencil pusher into little more than a slowly smoothing swelling in her plump friend.

“Please no….” whimpered Inkwell through her gag, the words lost as nothing more than a suppressed jabber. But with her forelegs bound to her belly, she was powerless to disagree as Bug forced the kneeling mare ever forward. Inkwell’s chin practically resting on Pencil’s bountiful breasts as if offering a soft place to rest one’s head before slipping into the swampy nether regions that lay beyond. The steamy crevasse beckoning her, as Inkwell realized she was going to end the night curled up in the colon as little more than a quivering sausage of mare meat.

“What is that? You want to have a closer look?” mocked Bug before she gave an assertive shove….

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Looks like Bug is back to her buggery business and is forcing another secretary into one of her well-fed friends.

Part one of a fun little comic commission sequence I got from the talented Pennii ( https://twitter.com/SomeFrigginNerd ). Who again was kind enough to lend their oc to an enjoyable session of anal vore, only this time with POV 0-0

The rest of the series can be found here:

Part one: you are here

Part two: https://aryion.com/g4/view/597003

Part three:https://aryion.com/g4/view/597101

Part four: https://aryion.com/g4/view/597275

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