When Bug had first heard about a certain jazz club, the equine had not been sure she would enjoy it, as it seemed a bit sophisticated for the earth pony’s liking. This assumption had been unfounded though, as to Bug’s pleasant surprise she found the quality of the musical ambience was equally matched by the extensiveness of the drinks list, which varied from the finest wines to straight vodka that was more comparable to paint thinner than actual alcohol. Of course, Bug was happy as long as they had a decent cider on tap, so the fact they had four left it little surprise that the quaint little bar had quickly become the grey glutton’s favourite haunt as of late.

The equine finding the glamorous atmosphere more than worth the slightly higher prices per pint, and the mardy mare was soon a regular at the upmarket establishment. Bug swift to deem the place her preferred pub, as it didn’t take her long to work out the hidden hedonism of this place so often frequented by the eloquent elite and their accompanying flock of giggling flappers. The peckish predator using this casual picture of promiscuity to her advantage, as it was easy for the slate snarfer to flirtatiously fish for frisky food if the possible prey items were the ones proudly presenting themselves to her with the polite offer to buy her a drink.

Bug just giving a seductive smile to their advances, as the mare toyed with the normal small talk, allowing her to gauge if the patron would serve as a suitable snack. The equine expertly leading on the smitten stallion or needy mare who had been brave enough to fill her glass, allowing Bug to get a good read on if her prattling partner would be better as a one-night stand or a midnight meal. The two outcomes not mutually exclusive though, and it was not uncommon for a rough rutting with Bug to end with a satisfied belch from the dour devourer.

Of course, the terminal trip down Bug’s throat didn’t have to wait for last orders, and if the equine seemed eager to be eaten, the two might slip into a backroom for a consumptive quickie. The private booths offering a more secluded venue for deviant deeds, be it sex or swallowing, allowing whatever intimate interaction they had planned to indulge in without interruption. A quaint conversation over the cups often slipping into a salacious session, as few stallions could resist the allure of a blowjob from a mare more than capable of swallowing them whole. The desires of the fairer sex not so different, and over the years Bug had gotten rather good at predicting the common choices, especially from equine so eager to engage in frivolous fornication. Bug taking a perverse pleasure in flustering the fetishes of the supposedly formal upper crust, as there was nothing more fun than seeing normally posh ponies get all hot and bothered by the moody mare’s lewd whispers.

Bug dabbling in desire, as she relished every blush-inducing word, fine sometimes it would be a little weird, like hoof holding, but periodically the courting consumer would tickle just the right tastes. The mare smirking as she found herself rewarded by her short-term partner consenting to a public consumption like an absolute gut slut. the prolific predator always happy to oblige and with a few confident swallows and a brisk burp Bug returned to the bar to get something to wash down the mound of masturbating meat now marinating in her middle. The smutty snack currently stewing in her stomach pretty par for the course, as after shooting a few shots with the yellow mare, Bug had been able to chat her up sufficiently to convince the tipsy tart to take the short ooze down her accommodating oesophagus.

The inhibition suppressed state of the aroused mare resulting in her opting to take the peristaltic plunge right there by the barstools. The brazed exhibitionism not deterring Bug though, as she just opened her mouth and allowed the willing equine to ease herself into the waiting embrace of her tight throat. The mare taking only a moment to remove her ritzy regalia and place it neatly on the countertop, before she gave the assertive nudge necessary to thread her muzzle into the throbbing threshold of Bug’s dank throat. The earth pony playing her part perfectly, and with a few audible glugs of the gullet, the giddy mare was sent on her terminal transition to the tummy.

Bug letting out a relaxed sigh as she felt her worming treat tuck up within the churning care of her now gargantuan gut. The grey glutton feeling the mare’s forehoof slip between her legs and after a couple of seconds, the familiar rhythm of somepony polishing the silver began to wobble through Bug’s misshapen middle. The earth pony ignoring the coital commotion as she tapped the counter in request of a pint to wash the taste of hairspray off her tongue. Bug using the parched moment to curiously poke through the expensive-looking accessories her meal had been courteous enough to leave behind before her stomach splashdown.

The glistening pearls and expensive fur of the elegant ensemble catching Bug’s eye, and seeing as their owner wouldn’t be needing them as flank fat, the dour devourer donning a few of the designer accessories that garnered her interest. A pair of ivory earrings, a glistening gold necklace, a lustrous pearl bracelet, and finally a stylish fur scarf all slipping snuggly onto her filled-out figure with a few fashionable flourishes. Bug giving a shrug at the discarded dress though, as just from a glance it was clear it would not fit her voluptuous physique, even more so now that she was carrying for two. This write off not bothering the Earth pony though, as she just examined herself in the mirror nestled at the back of the bar, and after adjusting her mane slightly began to chug the freshly poured pint resting in front of her.

The crisp grog soon vanishing as it joined the pony pleasuring herself in Bug’s gyrating gut. The raunchy rhythm rocking Bug back and forth slightly as she lit up a cigarette and began to slowly puff away, seemingly unbothered by the weak bucking in her bloated belly. The mare just resting upon the bunched-up bump in her barrel like a beanbag, as she used her own weight to mostly contain the bumbling of the lively lump of lunchmeat simmering in her steamy stomach. It was at this point Bug took notice of the stallion tentatively glancing at the squirming swelling in her stomach, as it was rather obvious, he was staring at the coital commotion playing out within the groaning gastric chamber. Bug just taking a slow sip of her drink, draining the dregs of her pint, before her muzzle shifted into a suggestive smirk as she placed the empty glass on the counter with a light clank. The stallion immediately freezing at the lecherous look, as he realized he had been spotted, in a manner reminiscent of a deer in the headlights, now that he knew that Bug’s eyes were firmly locked in his direction. Bug maintaining the lecherous look, as she took a long gander of the skittish stud, before with a girlish snicker, the still hungry equine made the first move in a cheeky attempt at a second serving this evening.

“She is still wriggling if you want to rub her, or would you prefer to join her…”

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Bug enjoys her visits to the local jazz club, as the rampant promiscuity and copious amounts of fine alcohol mean it is always easy for the mare to snag an easy, and often willing meal. In this adventure Bug bolts down Cleopatra Jazz, earning the grey glutton a more elegant ensemble for her future hunts in more formal settings...

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