Tolls was trying, Bug would give the wriggling mare that much. The Pegasus mare now up to her neck in Bug’s marehood and she was desperately trying to make a good show of her snatch send-off. The struggling stimulation causing Bug’s dim cheeks to glow a rosy hue as her body stretched to accommodate the energetic equine. Tolls trying to spread her legs and kick in the emulation of protest in an attempt to pinch nerves in her penetrative performance, as she wore the intimate innards like a clenching wet suit.

Bug taking her time with her willing treat, as with a light contraction of her core, her kegels pinched and pulled Tolls a little further into her moist embrace. The feminine folds coming to a gentle rest at the back of the mare’s head, tilting her ears forward with a moist noise as the lubricated loins were already dripping from the active attention. Toll’s bell pressing against the dark side of Bug’s clit, choking the cherry so that each buck of the bumbling taint treat enticed a slight shiver to run up Bug’s arching back.

With the juices flowing, Bug was being more than a little careful, as she knew her sizable sex toy was delicate, and one hiccup of her pelvic floor might be enough to pop the hollow boned pegamare like a grape. Bug raising her hind leg allowing her buttocks to part, as the mardy mare became conscious of her plump rump lest her cheeks clap around Toll’s head and shatter her skull like a vase. The motion causing Bug’s bum hole to blink rhythmically, as her digestive system displaced to accommodate Tolls’ twitching body with a few crackles and gurgles as organs shifted.

Bug biting her lip, as her quim quivered around her friend with a hedonistic hug, as every little motion offered a flurry of emotion to echo off her hips and cascade up her spine. The bucking jiggling Bug’s bulging barrel, the substantial swelling little more than a massive spherical lump of animated flesh as any meaningful lumps to identify Toll’s form were concealed by a thicc layer of fat. The layers of past prey concealing any evidence of the identity of Toll’s within Bug aside for the small fidgets of the female filling the inflated womb, causing slight distortions to dance over the taut skin as it strained around the folded form of the flailing female.

Bug gritting her teeth as the smell of her pussy perfume filled the air, her arousal evident, as each beat of the heart quickened in pace as her vagina pulsed in passion around Tolls squirming shape. The pony’s persistence stoking a fire in Bug’s slit, as though clumsy just the right nerves were being tickled to elicit a biological response, as Bug let out a low purring moan as it was about time to finish this sensual session.

“Fffffuuuuuuu…….” Let out Bug as little more than a dopamine fuelled sigh, before she spoke with a tone like a cooing dove.

“You’ll be the best cum,” she groaned, her speech slurring slightly from the haze of lust.

“Promise?” cheeped Tolls happy that her servicing had been up to snuff.

“Promise” replied Bug, before with a wobble of her curves her folds edged over Toll’s face in a coasting caress, sealing the lightweight mare within Bug’s bulkier body. The horsefly continuing to work diligently as she continued to please Bug from within the encapsulating expanse of the earth pony’s reproductive tract. Bug’s breath quickening with every little sting, before she could take no more and found release, signalled by a sharp crunch before the afterglow of spasms started….

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It seems Toll's is trying to please Bug like a good little prey slut. Hopefully, the silly mare knows what she is in for.....

A fun little collab with  Nomipolitan where my oc Bug encounters the rare willing pred in this case provided by  RDashiee

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