“Why don’t you fuck yourself, that’d be a good time for both of us!”

In hindsight, Wireless Fuzz could have probably chosen a more clever come-back to Naarkerotic’s playful proposition, and if she had had another minute to come up with a witty retort she might have. Instead, the marelet gave in to the heat of the moment and bluntly brushed off the stallion’s unappealing offer with a single snubbing statement. The mare’s rashness to respond immediately coming back to bite her though, as in her haste, she had forgotten the deviant she was currently dealing with.

Naark just smirking at her sub-par rebuttal, as he had half expected some of the mare’s more colourful language, only to be disappointed by such a boring backhand. The mare’s quick response instead earning her a sudden push to the floor, as the larger equine easily brought his bulk to bear upon the stunted stripper. The mare looking up at him with a flash of fear, as it suddenly dawned on her that she had fucked up, in the split second before her muzzle was pushed against the Pegasus’s plump ponut. Fuzz only able to let out a stifled snort, as she was forced face-first into the pert pucker, which offered a modicum of resistance before easing open to allow the equine to egress.

Naark letting out a lustful moan as his dung doorway dilated to accommodate Fuzz’s slender snout, which snuggly slotted through the tight sphincter with a soft shove. The rest of the mare following in good order, as the slimy confines of the rectal recess easily expanded to accept the earth pony’s svelte physique. The petite pony not proving much of a challenge to thread through the taught tailhole, as this was far from Fuzz’s first trip through this particular length of turd tunnels. Naark just leaning back and used his weight to let her ooze in on her own accord, as he focused his concentration on the more challenging task of self-surgery, so that he could indulge the foolish mare’s silly suggestion. The only extra effort the equine exerted was a slight shuffle to the left, so that he could curve Fuzz’s nose around the bend in his bowel and effectively straighter the sigmoidal to allow her to succulently slither into her proper place with only a few intermittent clenches from his muscular core.

The stallion just gritting his teeth, as he prepared to perform the vivisection, as though this was nothing new to him, it didn’t mean it wasn’t going to sting at the start. With his age perversion led pleasure and pain to bleed into one, and this act of ardour would be no different, even if it was not the initial games, he had wanted to play with his grumbling buttplug. A slow slash from the sterile scalpel sinking into his flesh with a professional cut, as Naark was careful to not nick any of the tender organs that lurked below the delicate subdermal tissue. The Pegasus’s augmentations stemming the blood quickly enough, but that didn’t stop this game of doctor from hurting, though the stern stimuli only spurred on an erection in the stallion.

The pressure of the pony penetrating his pooper enough to cause the exposed organs to flop free of his body cavity with only a little prodding, allowing Naark to properly play with his packed away partner. From the entombed equine’s perspective, Fuzz found herself found herself crammed into what felt like a cramped and claustrophobic sleeve. The sweltering space’s velvety embrace strangely pliant, more spongey than taut, as it took the pony a moment to realize that she was not being cradled by the sturdy shroud of Naark’s body cavity. Instead, the colon clammily clung to her coat with a skin-tight seal, presenting a sensation similar to a sausage to the encased earth pony.

The thin veil of meat hiding nothing from the squirming mare, as she felt a hard cock press against her rump, and without a moment of grace beginning to rut her shivering silhouette. Naark wasting no time in getting his rocks up, as with a gyration his prostate found itself pinned betwixt Fuzz and his solid shaft, allowing him to work the pinched nerve cluster to a passionate polish. Every wanton wobble adding to the hedonistic hammering of his heart, as his body defaulted to its biological imperative under the drowning intoxication of adrenalin and debaucherous desire.

He knew Fuzz would not stay solid for long, she never did, and he intended to have some fun before the mare melted into a creamy paste of uniform bowel batter. The inserted equine just switching from her normal hue of brown to a more oily hazel, as the practised colon converted and refined the curled-up cyborg into a more flushable form. For now though, the stallion would make the most of the fine figure bloating his ruptured belly, as soon enough her shapes would start to round out and grow much more comparable to clay. That was a while off though, as past ingestive encounters had taught Naark that the fidgeting female was good for at least a few rounds before inevitably expiring to complete her transformation into fresh fertilizer. The question of what to do with the bushel of horse apples the mare would make another question entirely, but that could wait until he had spent himself in a panting nicker of euphoria as he embraced orgasmic oblivion. For the time being though, the predatory pony found himself blissfully preoccupied with mulching his mouthy meal into manure….

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Fuzz probably should have been wiser with her words when rejecting one of Naarkerotic's sensual suggestions. In the end though, I guess he did fuck himself, so she got what she wanted....

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