When Bran Muffin had asked Bug if she wanted to catch up over a few drinks, the grey glutton was happy to oblique, as she never failed to enjoy a good girl’s night out on the town. Fine, after a couple of pints in her belly she might stir up a scene, but that was all part of the fun of taking Bug as your wingmare, even if things tended to get out of hoof once the booze started flowing. Regardless of the drunken shenanigans that might ensue, the slate snarfer had a pretty good track record of being able to pick up somepony at the bar, even if it was unlikely that they would survive the subsequent one-night stand that would follow.

With Bran at her side, the task was even easier, as the two lovely ladies would have no problem finding a partner willing partner who was game for the sort of risqué rendezvous they had on offer. The jazz club she had selected on a whim proving a rich fishing ground, and Bug had only just started sipping her second drink when opportunity presented itself to the dour devourer and her plump plus one. A yellow mare with alluring purple eyes catching an interest in them from across the bar almost immediately, and it didn’t take long for her to make her way over and begin in some probing small talk, that reeked at an inclination towards a possible hook-up.

The mare clearly wanting to take Bran home with her, as Bug recognized the look, even if the mare was trying to maintain an alluring confidence. The supposedly cool composure not fooling Bug though, as the mare’s arousal was hard to hide, especially when ponies tended to wear little in the way of clothes. The mare’s mannerisms making it clear that she liked what she was seeing, and with Bran being as approachably cheerful as she was chubby, it did not take the two long to begin giggling over fruity daiquiris. Bug just sipping her pint as she listened intently, as she picked up the meaningful fragments of the conversation, between giving her own little glimmers of intrigued input.

Bug knowing how to play this game, even if the banal subjects rather bored her, as she knew full well that humouring the mare would be the fastest way into her proverbial pants. Liquor never failing to take the edge off any lingering inhibitions, and based on how the equine kept checking out Bran’s succulently curvaceous caboose, it was quite clear that the mare was already a few cups in, which would go a ways in explaining why she had come on rather strong. Not like bran noticed, as the pudgy Pegasus was naturally approachable, and it only took a second before they were exchanging names, allowing Bug to discover that the ritzy earth pony had a name as lavish as her well-maintained looks.

The name “Cleopatra Jazz,” seeming a bit on the nose on account of the venue, but the prim pony was easy on the eyes, so bug let it slide without a second thought. The three just continuing to converse, and before long they had emptied a few more glasses, which did wonders in loosening their lips in regards to their deviant desires. The end goal of the interaction already rather blatantly obvious, as all ponies present were inching towards a lewd lesbian three-way. The sensual smile that flashed on Cleopatra’s face when it was suggested making it clear that a rough rutting was too much for the foxy flapper to resist, and with a saucy whisper saturated with the strawberries from her drink smuttily agreed to the proposal.

The mare then briskly rising from her chair, and with a seductive sweep of her tail across bran’s snout, she turned to leave. The action taking the portly pegamare off guard, and she almost spat out her vodka spritz, as she suddenly got a strong whiff of her prospective partner's pungent citrusy perfume, that did little to hide the natural cologne of her intergluteal cleft, which to put it bluntly reeked of wanton need. The sudden intimacy enough to make the pegapony blush, as she didn’t know how to react to the fan-like tail that had tentatively tickled its way across her startled muzzle. The Pegasus taking the brazen bedroom hint, but failed to move until Bug gave her a reassuring nudge, as if to say it was time to go. The slate snarfer knowing where this was going, as without a word she necked her cider, and rose to follow her friend into a more discrete backroom, now that it was clear the frisky foreplay was now complete.

The side door leading to a quiet private booth, and no sooner was it shut with a gentle click did the debauchery begin, as the building sexual tension came to a lustful head. The security of knowing there was little chance they would be disturbed, meaning that Bran only had to hike up her tail invitingly for Cleopatra to dive in and begin lovingly munching on her marehood explorative nibbles. The abrupt attention causing Bran to let out a lucid squeal of excitement, as she had not expected her date to be upfront in exploring the equine’s more intimate areas. Bug smirking as she watched the Pegasus’s trembling surprise transition to murmuring moans of purring pleasure, as Bran naturally began to grind her groin back against the limber tongue lapping at her loins. The cooing pegamare responding by rolling her hips in a steady sequence of swaying shudders, as Cleopatra slowly spread the sexual slit so that she could fully explore the erogenous expanse that sat within the carnal tunnel.

Cleopatra’s snout slotting snuggly into the salacious sheathe, as in a matter of seconds Bran found herself the subject of a professional pussy polishing, that seemed to niggle at every nerve lining the flustered fanny. The mare methodically searching the cosy cooze for Bran’s G-spot, as Cleopatra made it clear with her actions that it was far from the first swinger’s first erotic expedition of another mare’s private parts. Bran letting out a steamy squeak, unable to do anything more against the nuzzling affection other than bite her lip, as in a matter of seconds the tracing taps of the inquisitive tongue had the plush pegamare panting.

The racy yellow earth pony clearly knowing what she wanted, and was making all the moves necessary to have it all by the end of the night. The only stutter in her hedonistic headway coming when Bug sneakily snaked her head between Cleopatra’s toned buttocks, and gave a raspy lick to the earth pony’s puckered ponut, that instantly tightened to a pinprick under the warm slathering of saliva. Cleopatra’s entire body shuffling slightly, causing her multiple items of pearl jewellery to softly clink, as she let out an unladylike snort of horny happiness, as she was wondering when Bug would get in on the amorous action. The trio lathering at each other’s libidos with a reckless abandon, as the room rapidly filled with the naughty noises of lecherous lovemaking.

Bug rubbing and groping the round rump before her, as with Cleopatra’s wagging tail acting as a fashionable parasol above her, the grey glutton’s entire world became the buttery buns she was lasciviously burrowing into. The earth pony’s cupping curiosity of the curvy cheeks, enhancing the teasing of her smooching mouth, as Bug worked the bubbly buttocks like a pliable plasticine beneath her thirsty hooves heavy hold. The tail stroking against Bug’s back as she worked, leaving the equine wondering if a full can of hairspray had been sacrificed to secure the provocative style.

The equine’s effort wasted though, as Bug just bided her time waiting for an opportunity, and once the flirtatious floozie was properly lined up, all it took was a push for the unsuspecting equine to fall into the pair’s predatory plans. The shunt shifting their session into a surprise struggle snuggle, as the doughy derrière she had been so infatuated with came down on her head like a lardy landslide. The mare’s body instinctively cringing into a clumsy fumble as she attempted to steady herself, but it was too little too late, and the assertive nudge caused the enamoured earth pony to fall face-first into the snatch she had been servicing.

Cleopatra beginning to reflexively squirm in a confused attempt to extract herself from the musky mask that had moistly wrapped around her head, only for Bran to clench her cunt to primitively cut off the promiscuous pony’s attempt at escape. The earth pony's awkward thrashing causing the coital chute to clamp down on her cranium, and just before she thought it couldn't get worse, Bug’s strong grip descended on her before she even had a chance to worm free. The now panicking pony finding herself unable to do anything other than weakly worm, as with a fleshy thump Bug forcefully slipped her shoulders into the wet womanhood she had been diligently stimulating. The close-fitting cavity giving a clenching chug, as the voracious vagina tried to get a good grip on the disorientated equine it was being presented with.

“For a stupid slut she has a pretty good survival instinct. Now I wish I hadn’t agreed to let you have the first one,” remarked Bug, as she leaned forward to continue calmly threading the jerking mare into Bran’s throbbing twat. Cleopatra proving to be a healthy wriggler, but with Bran doing her practised palpitations, along with Bug’s guiding hooves, there was little she could do other than impotently quiver against the quim she was being fed to. The fidgeting female trying to twitch against her trickling transition into the temptation tunnel, but with Bug’s strong hold on her haunches, she could only go further into the hungry honeypot laid out before her. The Pegasus’s presented posterior more than enough for her to lower her guard, and now she was paying the price for her poor judgement, as inch by inch Bug shepherded her into Bran’s waiting womb.

“S…. She feels so good….” mumbled Bran, as the overwhelming sensation of cramming another pony up her cooch was a bit much for the mild mare to manage. The pegamare left lost in the frantic fight of her flailing food, which ineffectually quaked against her ovaries, as the stifled protests of her pony prey dissipated through her tender core. Bran’s whispering nickers only growing in pitch, as her stomach swelled to accommodate the borderline convulsing Cleopatra’s bucking body. Bug showing no hesitation in the management of Bran’s mewling mare meal, as head, shoulders, navel, waist, hindlegs and finally a pair of waving hooves, all flowed flawlessly into the Pegamare’s reproductive embrace.

The belly bump Cleopatra made jiggling slightly, as the packed-away pony neatly folded into a fetal position within the claustrophobic captivity of Bran’s baby maker. The mare reluctantly settling into the space by curling into a tight ball, as before she could even orientate herself the cervix had already eased closed, sealing the hapless mare within the sweltering space that would serve as her tomb. Bran waggling her hips to reset her well-stretched birth canal, as the reassuring weight in her misshapen midriff let her know the deviant deed was done. The pegapony’s curious hooves beginning to feel the flinching female form within her, as she enjoyed the indignant jittering of her unwilling dinner date.

The taut veil of brown fur doing little to disguise the suspiciously shaped swelling, so Bug did not require much imagination to visualize the tucked-up female figure that had now been relegated to a lively lump in Bran’s reproductive tract. Bug watching Cleopatra’s bunched-up body writhing beneath the strained skin, before her ears perked up as the muffled meeping of Bran’s mare meal visibly increased in urgency. The pained pitch in tandem with the stowed snack’s worried movements visibly intensifying in their reckless desperation, as the caustic conditions Cleopatra was wallowing in grew evermore hostile. The acrid caress of the uterus already starting to sting, as efficient enzymes started to etch their way into the entombed equine’s sensitive skin.

The sizable swell the marinating mare made shivering schizophrenically, as the encased equine’s bumbling anguish grew all the more erratic as time went on. Bug still mulling the lingering aftertaste of bananas, when the smothered mare inevitably suffocated and slacked off with one final sorry spasm. The equine expiring with an unceremonious convulsion, as her lasting legacy amounted to a rapidly dissolving ball of attractive biomass in Bran’s belly, and a fleeting fragrant tang on Bug’s tastebuds. Bug casually observing as the defined simulacrum of the muff munched mare quickly softened and began to round out, as Bran’s biology brutally broke down the female flesh it had been graciously given. The inhospitable interior of her insatiable innards merciless, and soon the pegamare’s powerful peptides had pulverised the processing pony protein into a sloshing soup of ex-equine.

Bug unsure how long it took for Bran’s bulbous barrel to start deflating; Ten minutes, 20 minutes, she didn’t know as she just looked on transfixed, as she watched Cleopatra convert from person to fresh flank fat on Bran’s already rotund rear. The earth pony not really needing to keep track, as the Pegasus’s acrid anatomy made short work of her sizzling snack, and before long Bran’s misshapen midriff was back to its normal paunchy potbelly. The now greasy pegamare panting profusely as she lay sprawled out on the ground, as the exertion of metabolizing an entire mare left her lost in an enthralling euphoria. Bran well beyond hot and bothered, as the dirty girl was getting off to the empowering feeling of dominating and digesting another mare, who was now just a blob of molten mush simmering in her foal oven.

Bran softly pawing against the turgid mass in her middle, causing the globular gut to lightly gurgle before a few crunching pops, before it visibly compacted a good inch, as Bran completed the juicing of her drunken banquet. Sweat visibly seeping down the brown beauty’s bountiful bum, as with her faculties focused on dealing with dinner, the pent-up pegamare continued to profusely perspire even after the ingestive indulgence was done. Bran’s fluttering heart refusing to settle, as she just gave a grunt and let a familiar sequence of contractions begin to cower through her cunt. The shape within her stomach gradually shifting, as whatever remained of Cleopatra loitering indigestibles oozed gradually backwards, before Bran’s dilating depravity cavity parted and something oily began to crown.

The grotty bolas peeking out between betwixt Bran’s folds, before with a stern clench of her pelvic floor she deposited her thoroughly mulched date’s more stubborn components with a soggy splat. Bug watching Cleopatra’s greasy birth, as the Pegasus professionally pushed out the prismatic pellet containing the drenched remnants of her marecum fermented food baby. The huge hairball containing the liquidated mare’s fur and bones, all conveniently packaged into a dense globule of useless nutrients ready for disposal. The steaming clump of congealed keratin distorting slightly where it struck the ground, before to Bug’s delight the matted hair began to unfurl like a disgusting peacock. The unexpected sight immediately causing Bug to snort, as even after a trip through the reproductive wringer Cleopatra managed to maintain her style in a sopping salute. The amount of product the pony had plastered on the inky tail more than preserving it during Cleopatra’s churning captivity, but aside from that the rest of the rearranged equine seemed pretty standard to a normal unbirthing.

The odd quirk of the leavings new to Bug, as even after passing countless pussy pellets of her own, she had yet to experience such stiff style from one of her snatch snacks. Because of this Bug just looked on with a bemused amusement, before she looked over at the huffing Bran who seemed uncharacteristically out of it after only a single partaking of pony. Bug just smirking as she went to Bran’s side and prepared to help the blubbery bird pony up, as the night was still young, and the dour devourer had no intentions on ending tonight’s inebriated excursion on an empty tummy. The eager earth pony giving her tubby companion a friendly tap, as she knew nothing would be better to stir Bran from her spent stupor than the looming promise of seconds.

“Come on just one pony, you can take a few more, you must have been really pent up,” chided Bug playfully, as the earth pony leaned against the fuzzy warmth that was the buxom butterball she was resting against. Bran letting out a groggy grumble in response before the exhausted equine attempted to rise, as the proud predator simply refused to be outdone by the slate snarfer with a single snarfing, besides she was still hungry…

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When Bug and Bran went to the jazz club for a girl's night out, it didn't take the pair of cuties long to attract the interest of a flirtatious flapper from across the bar. A little idle conversation later and the three were sneaking off to a backroom to enjoy some frisky fun, which unfortunately for the foolish flapper would get a bit more intimate than she had initially intended...

A rather lengthy lemon as my part of a collab between and dendollae (https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dendollae/ ). This one featuring Bug and Bran muffing having a bit of fun with Cleopatra Jazz, a rather rare background mare, who made the mistake of trying to chat up two peckish predators. On the plus side she got to add to the plump plot she was eyeing, though I doubt the metabolized mare cares now.

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