“How does she look on me?” asked Vinyl in a sultry tone, the white mare fanning her legs so that you might have an unobstructed view of the accentuated assets she wished to degenerately display. The parting limbs exposing a pair of royal groin gems, that were practically glowing in the passionate mood lighting of the bedroom. Your eyes becoming transfixed on the feminine features as the succulent spheres jiggled gently with each roll of the paunchy pony’s muffin-topped midriff as she grew excited breath.

“You ate Octavia?” you stammered, earning an agreeable moan from the mare, as she confirmed your suspicions with a steamy sound, before gesturing to a lonely bow tie sitting discarded upon the floor. Your mind pulling a blank, as the sexy sight took you completely off guard as you saw the unicorn’s Junoesque figure sensually spread out on full display as she sat seductively sprawled out upon the inviting sheets. The mattress creaking gently as her eye-catching weight shifted upon the cottony caress of linen. The passionate pose exuding erotic confidence, as the casual nature only added to the sexiness of the stance as she smiled seductively as she implored you to inspect her tempting titties. The mare’s body language screaming a material need, as she demanded a carnal caress to experience her filled out flesh to the fullest.

Her crotch like a cornucopia as the twin venereal vessels were perfectly cradled between her thick thighs slightly smooshing her bountiful bosom in a smutty show highlighting the ductile dugs. The lewd lower love lumps enough to make your loins shiver in a moist arousal, as they called out to you demanding a firm hand to massage the massive mammaries. A steamy sentiment shared with Vinyl who let out a halcyon huff from her longing lungs, as her eyelashes flickered like a blissful butterfly, beckoning you to come closer to explore the consolidated conquest upon her fondleable frame. Who were you to keep a lady waiting, as with a surprised smile you grew near and gave the deviant DJ what she was asking for.

“Did she scream?” you ask tentatively as your hand made contact upon the carnal Charlies, causing Vinyl to shiver slightly at the intimate contact. Your palm cupping one of the jelly-like jugs as you took a moment to enjoy the euphoric embrace of her velvety fur and warm flesh with a slow sweeping stroke.

“A little bit, I don’t think she expected my affection to turn to appetite when our kiss went on to envelop her entire head and then some, but a burp soon quietened her down,” cooed Vinyl like an enamoured dove, as no doubt a bassy belch had silenced the Cellist’s mewling music before she had curled up into well-used calories. The mare poking her padded barrel as if to prove the point, as little seemed to remain of the ingested instrumentalist aside from the additional adipose now hugging Vinyl’s voluptuous figure. Vinyl leaning back slightly to give you unfettered access to the plump package, as even through the blubber biology you could feel her heartbeat quicken with desire.

“So you didn’t have any issue packing her away?” you replied, as you were in awe of how casually the DJ had reduced her roommate to flank fat. During this time, your other hand entered the fray, to confirm your suspicions and found the bubbly bust just as pleasing as your first molesting mitt. The twin peaks like delectable dollops of chocolate, as the mouth-watering eye candy had been perfectly filled out with the fatty nutrients of a metabolized musician. Your eyes moving up for a moment to ogle her underbelly before centring on the curvaceous mounds of malleable mare meat as your attention returned to the delectable duo. The teats teasing for a single squeeze as the nubile nipples seemed to be begging to be rolled between pursed fingers as you used every fibre of self-restraint to prevent yourself from motorboating the mammoth mamma with longing lips. Each motion reflected in the flesh, as Vinyl’s rotund rump jostled gently with every prod or nip, forcing the baked buns together in crude claps, as the mare’s ballooned body impacted together in a salacious series of slaps, that put a raspberry hue upon Vinyl’s pale cheeks.

“Not really, she had me hiccupping as she struggled, but as I said that quieted down once the venue got a bit more hostile, not like it matters now, fat doesn’t have feelings” explained Vinyl, as she reached out with a frog to pull you closer to in a yearning embrace.

“She is going to be so pissed when you bring her back,” you remarked as you continued to play with the tantalizing tits, as the kinky thought these were the tombstone of a processed player did little to diminish the boil coming to a head in your pants. Vinyl’s next words like a punch to the prostate, as the unicorn narrowed her eyes slightly before she whispered a few words that made you want to rut her like a rabbit.

“If I bring her back,” she teased, biting her lip and the naughtiness of her statement, before without a word her horn gently lit and a magical aura enveloped your half-masting member as with a lovers care a milking yanking began…..

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Vinyl's bedroom activities have always been unorthodox, so when she needed some extra padding there was little surprise when she partook in pony to fuel such gains. It would have been nice if she had told Octavia her plan before unceremoniously dumping her in a stomach, but a swift belch soon silenced any complaints from unruly food.

Another more vanilla collab between me and Crazy water ( https://derpibooru.org/tags/artist-colon-crazy+water ).

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