“I didn’t know you were such a good kisser Shauri,” cackled Bug as she felt her wrinkled pucker smooch the screeching snout of her unwilling chair. The stifled scream of hate resonating off the tender flesh of the propped open crack, tickling the tender taint as it echoed off the buttocks that the zebra was currently wearing like blinders. Bug smirking, as she leaned back, pinning the suppressed shaman securely to the floor with her round rump, pressing Shauri to the floor like a pinned butterfly. The mare unable to pull her face away from the wafting exit as it nibbled at her features as if tasting her before the inevitable insertion into the dank domain of the twinkling tail star.

The zebra thrashing about, her hooves initially hammering upon Bug’s bum cheeks, before with a little manoeuvring Shauri’s forelegs were pinned under the muscular earth ponies’ thick thighs. Bug exerting her control, as her flanks fettered the flailing limbs as she periodically pinched them in her hocks as Shauri expressed her disdain at her musky predicament. The zebra’s motions doing little more than jiggling Bug’s plump plot, the rippling fat only intensifying when the mare’s hooves began to tease Shauri’s tender teats.

The zebra’s breath was hot with rage as it skirted over the pulsing ponut, leaving Bug to snicker at the stimulation as she ground her pelvis against the scowling face of the powerful mare she was perched upon. The grey mare simply clenching her cheeks and continued to molest the mammaries laid out in front of her, as her striped seat could do nothing but tap her back hooves on the hardwood as she succumbed to the crushing crevasse. The thought of domination making Bug moist, as she was already leaving a claggy stain on Shauri’s chest as she knew she was edging with powers beyond her own.

In that Bug was grateful that the lingering shade knew her intent, as if she had wanted the zebra a meal she would already be camping in her colon. Bug instead simply wanting to knock the shaman down a few pegs for trying to “borrow” something from the moody mare without permission. The supernatural entity seeming to allow this, as it probably found amusement in watching its master struggle, powerless to a more experienced predator, though it remained vigilant in case the amber-eyed mare got more ambitious with this anal assault.

The zebra expecting her ally from the other side to step in the moment Bug had attacked her, ending the scuffle with some crunches and pops of parting viscera. The thought of such power giving her a smug smile that was fast to go when her entire head was slotted into the sweat scented cavity beneath Bug’s tail. The charcoal mane like a wig on Shauri’s head as it rustled with each erratic motion of the snared mare beneath it as she panicked in the claustrophobic embrace of the grinding glutes. The humiliation something Shauri would not stand for as she spat venom at her accoster as she demanded the respect her power commanded.

Shauri yelling up a storm, but it was falling on deaf ears as Bug simply shivered at the sensation of her hot air cascading upon her backdoor like a steamy shower. Bug enjoying every moment of it, as she rode the prideful mare like a gentle wake, steering the struggles with flicks of her frogs as she caressed the crotch boobs as if she was polishing a mirror. The nipples soon hard from the attention, as firm stimuli and playful pinches, gave enough tactile sensations to charm the intimate area.

A coat of perspiration soon matting Bug’s fur at the exertion of containing her unwilling cushion's protests, leaving her to breathe in the clammy cologne that was now pervading the compressing crack. Bug now in control as her quarry began to tire, and now all it would take was her to relax and straighten the sigmoidal to see if Shauri would make a striped shit. The thought a fun one, but Bug had promised she would help the Zebra with acquiring a troublesome trinket, which would be hard to do is she was brewing in a bowel.

Bug mulling it over for a moment before ruffling her rump as she felt Shauri’s wriggling renew as the shaman seemed to have incredible stamina even in the suffocating embrace of Bug’s assertive arse. Both mare’s panting as they exerted themselves in this bizarre scuffle, Bug’s buttocks teasing Shauri to break as the earth pony roughly played with her prey. The pony smiling as with a yank she felt Shauri blow a raspberry against her anus in an indignant snort, as Bug was sure that eventually she would tire and perhaps even might apologize for her transgression. The latter more likely a folly, but until then Bug could grope the grapefruits betwixt the zebra’s legs and temptingly tease with reckless abandon.

“Come on, let’s hear that head pop!”


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Silly Shauri trying to steal from Bug, that never ends well.

My third sketch from  Silent_E 's patreon.

This one was again coloured by the incredibly talented  plaguetyranno who as usually I would like to thank for indulging my demented deviancy.

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