A toilet stall was far from the classiest venue the exquisite equine bouncing on his lap had entertained, but based on how the mare had been moaning she didn’t seem to care. Her formal exterior melting away with a mist of lustful perspiration, as she gave into the intoxicating thrall of her needy base desires. Biological imperative surfacing in the passionate performance, and within moments the cool air of the confined cubical was steamy with the depraved music of frivolous fornication.

The pent-up performer’s pelvis pounding away with a sloppy sequence of soggy splats, were skin met skin in an animalistic display of debauchery, as she committed completely to the coital coupling. Her groin grinding against his with all the fervour of a mare in heat, and though she had been giving him the eyes beforehand, he had not expected the equine to escalate the erotic encounter so quickly. Foreplay forsaken, a couple of drinks fuelling her lecherous libido into an impromptu sexual session that her penetrating partner was all too happy to oblige.

She wanted him, her energetic embrace told him that much, and with a driving grunt, he slotted himself deep into her depravity dock, leaving the mare practically squealing as he spread her wide. The first few gyrations clumsy, as the pair found the rhythm of lovemaking, but after a few moments, he was perfectly reciprocating the raunchy motions of his mate in a bodily ballet. His stern sword sheathing in her sopping wet snatch to a tantalizing tune of salacious slaps and deviance drenched plaps, filling the still air of the water closet with sordid sounds that meshed into the primaeval music of mating.

The mare’s mounting arousal palpable, as every facet of her feminine form dove headlong into degeneracy, as the earth pony’s inhibitions completely caved to her carnal cravings. Every wub of her excited heart tickling against his tip in a sensitive stroke, as his thick tool strained her snatch to the seams. The erogenous exchange causing the mare to let out a giddy stream of murmuring purrs and smutty sighs, as her hot breath lewdly billowed forth in a chirping chorus of encroaching euphoria. The mare giving in to the dirty intimacy of her sensual situation, as each waggle of her luscious hips drew her closer to the reckless abandon her flustered body was begging for.

The fact she was straddling her handsome partner on a porcelain throne doing little to detract from the situation, as his faultless features were turning her on to no end, regardless of local. His gargantuan girth stoking her sex with each steady stab, as his loins lathered at her libido with each tingling thrust. The precipice of reproductive release drawing ever closer, as everything about this coital collaboration was brought in a resonating rhapsody to relieve her long-repressed needs of the flesh. The alluring affinity of their complimentary biology spurring every inch of her being towards euphoric escape at a breakneck speed. The equine’s entirety edging towards a climatic cliff, as every aspect of her bubbly body gradually wound up in preparation for an overwhelming orgasmic oblivion.

Instinct trumping inhibitions, as the primal impulse for a dollop of dopamine, became the most pressing issue on the copulating cellist’s hormone hamstrung mind. The nubile nirvana of their interlocked bodies too much to resist, and the normally couth mare found herself caught up in the wanton waltz. The whorish display a parody of the pony’s normally refined presentation, but she wasn’t bothered, she was enjoying herself. she didn’t need a professional mask as she snuggled into her muscular man, the one night stand the fornicating frenzy she had needed to take the stress off her schedule, even if it was a tad bit more promiscuous than the pony had expected.

It was nice to feel wanted, and even if she had not charmed a one-eyed snake in a while, her attentive anatomy knew what to do, and based on how her hunk was huffing she was doing a standout showing off her slinky sexual stature. Her moist marehood manipulating his manhood like a skilful sock, squeezing and teasing the masculine meat within her like a masterful masseuse. The millennia-old movements bringing his bollocks to a boil, as they saucily smacked against her round rump like a doughy drum. The feeling like embracing eternity, as two strangers shared the sauce of creation in a hedonistic hug. The risqué exertion paradoxically relaxing, and closing her she just leaned in and relished the moment. Her senses misted with aeons of perverse programming, that coursed through her niggling nerves like a crude code that she could not help but appreciate as it simmered through her sweaty system. The close-fitting consummation simply exquisite, leaving the entangled mare in a dreamy daze, as her body reflexively fulfilled its purpose to a tantalizing tee.

A part of her knew there would probably not be coffee afterwards, but for the time being his hold over her was heavenly, goading her ever further into the thrilling bedroom tango. The fact he was riding her bareback meaning little to the mare, as she was sure nurse Redheart had something to prevent his strong seed from sowing a foal within her fertile soil. The whole affair exciting, as in truth it was nothing like how Octavia normally acted, and that just made every moment of it all the more juicy as she gave in to her taboo temptations. The mare living right here, right now, and as such these things were just an afterthought, as her head slowly tilted up to look upon her lover only to see an open maw descending upon her.

Octavia going wide-eyed in the split second before impact, as her position cuddled up against his broad chest was suddenly no longer reassuring. The tart trapped as the maw enveloped her head before she could even sputter out a startled scream, framing her face in the spotless smile that had left her smitten hours earlier. The stud smirking around her neck, as the cunt cooing on his cock shifted into a squealing storm once he started to swallow. The squirming slut just a warm hole to him, and within the claustrophobic cubicle he was easily able to subdue her startled struggle that oozed out of the ensnared earth pony. His strong hooves coming to her humping hips with a steely grip, nullifying the bitches bucking, as she blindly attempted to break free of the bastard eating her with a spasming scoot.

The inevitable betrayal jarring to his middle-class meal, as though she had proved a tight satisfying shag who had come on strong, he could not deny the opportunity to eat the easy equine. The alien situation taking her off guard, as he lulled her into a false sense of security, as she focused her fancy faculties on trying her best to polish his shaft with her prim pussy, offering the ideal opening to strike upon his supple snack.

His reward for initiative her velvety clam clenching upon his length with a white-knuckle death grip, as the bint bit down on his probing phallus with a cramping convulsion of her alarmed body cavity. the privacy of the lavatory allowing him some leniency, allowing him to savour the slut he was currently balls deep in, as there was little chance of anypony walking in on their lovemaking turned dinner date. A grunt renewing his thrusting, as he intended to rut Octavia’s protesting plot raw during the process of packing her away.

A nicker coming to his lips, as the way her cunt clamped in response to his stabbing schlong shunting the tasty twat into his throat was simply angelic. Just the right amount of resistance rustling out of her round rump, as her opulent arse shuffled about in a disorientated worming motion. The vexed virtuoso’s protests going unheard as anything more than an unintelligible slur of stifled sounds, as her cringing face transitioned into the tight tunnel of the throat. Her fidgeting flank trying its darndest to flail, but the maestro found no leverage against the wall of a stallion she was seated on. A smile on his muzzle, as in the panic his partner’s palpitating Kegels were pushing him ever closer to the pure pleasure he sought.

His vigour only increasing against the shuddering soloist, as regardless of her reservations he intended to experience the writhing equine in her entirety. His lips skirting over her shoulders in a succulent slide, as with a strong shove he began ramrodding his reluctant partner into his gaping gob. The peristaltic passage pulsing over Octavia’s cringing coat, matting it down with a copious slathering of saliva, as it was perfectly greased to glide down the gullet before her. The mare marinating in the deluge of drool as she capsized into the oscillating oesophagus, unable to do much more than shiver at the sweltering sensation of sinking into another.

The ravaging rape continuing through all of it, as the selfish stallion gave no reprieve to the reluctant rubber, he was in the process of wearing down. Octavia helpless, her hooves waving weakly, unable to get a grip on the professional predator partaking in her, as she felt the tap of his teeth climbing over her ribs like a ladder. The only pause in his progress a brief moment when he tensed up to unleash an eruption of ejaculate, as he cream-filled his crying cake. Octavia feeling the thick load of man mustard flood into her femininity as he painted her insides white in a few salty spurts of sticky seed, as he reminded his cock sleeve of her proper place.

Her lot in life to be a cum container and a belch to be slept off, nothing more, and in a way, it was cute how fast her confidence had evaporated once he had started to swallow. She probably thought she was talented, special maybe, but at the end of the day, the musician was just meat and a subpar shag. It was disappointing really, he had expected more of a fight from her after seeing her stylishly strum her symphony on stage, but that mask had melted the moment the mare was relegated to her rug on the food chain.

Every coasting chug pulling another inch of Octavia’s trembling form over his lapping lips, as now he was spent, he wasted no time in bolting down her barrel. The tinge of the afterglow simmering in his sated system, as with a rolling gulp he vaulted over Octavia’s navel with an audible glrrk. A wet pop ringing out, as he casually pulled himself free from her trembling twat, as in a fluid motion he tilted his head back to give the last few swallows needed to polish off the soon to be digesting doxy. Octavia’s tail falling over her violated vagina like a satin closing curtain, as her body was unwillingly inverted, so that gravity could assist in her at this point inevitable ingestion.

The stallion wiping himself off on her tail like a glossy towel as it trickled past like a rippling river. The excess seepage soaking the lavish locks in a gelatinous glaze of mixed musk, in the short time it took his straining jaws to conquer her chubby cutiemarks. Buttocks, gaskins, hocks, cannons, fetlocks, pasterns and finally with a weak wave her hooves all swiftly following suit into the snarfing scabbard, as he reduced the mewling musician to a curled-up lump of meeping meat gurgling in his gut. Her bundled up body bloating his barrel, allowing every little twitch of his tucked-away treat, to bumble against his still turgid boner, as Octavia reluctantly settled into stew.

The mare’s struggles already starting to slow, as her curled up form was pressed into an uncomfortable fetal position within the churning chamber. The suffocating space sapping her of what little strength Octavia still possessed, and after a few minutes she tucked her head in and the feeble fuss quaking her suitor’s stomach ceased, as her entire life cumulated as a blob of bubbling biomass. Her posh proteins sure to congeal into a nutritious chyme of slushy slut soup, which the stuffed stallion’s peckish plumbing would leach of any useful nutrients before discarding what remained of the sluiced cellist’s unused base components like any other bowel movement.

That chocolate was still several hours away from crowning though, and for the time being the stallion would spend the time nursing his shapely swelling until the nutritious mound of mare meat within him smoothed out. His gut growling as it geared up to sluice the filling flesh Octavia had left in her passing, as nature began to take its course on her tender soft tissues. She was average size, so it wouldn’t take him long to liquidate the lady, then it would just be a matter of letting what was left of her out in a toilet not dissimilar to the one he had rutted and devoured her on. His parted ponut the last kiss her creamy components would ever have before being sent to the sewer with an indifferent flush.

The whole process easy enough, and Octavia was far from the first cunt to bulge his barrel, in the short time it took for her to capitulate into calories. A flavourful burp reminding him of her perfume, as he capped off their racy rendezvous with a damp eructation, cementing his control over the curvy cadaver resting in his middle. The pursuit of anonymous affection the now still mare’s undoing, as she had served herself up on a silver platter when she had solicited him across the bar for a fatuous fling. Of course, she could have never have calculated the cost of him humouring her, which he had collected in full when the time came to conclude their tasty transaction. Octavia had lost her right to an opinion though, as her pudgy predator was just glad he had not wasted a condom on the frisky flapper. The malleable mare his to use, and though the sex had been sufficient, her plot was definitely not worth the price of protection. Such a luxury implying there was going to be a second date, an honour few mares got to experience, as their worthless relationships invariably ended with a short stay in his stomach, to be slept off like any other sizable snack….


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A sexual session in the seclusion of a bathroom stall suddenly takes a sudden turn for an unfortunate Octavia. The curvy cellist unfortunately managed to hook up with a literal woman eater, but it's too late for the partially ingested earth pony to escape her dinner date now.....

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