“You might as well get comfortable, those are Bullrantula silk cuffs, softer than cotton but stronger than steel, you’re not going anywhere,” teased Bran through a smutty smirk, as she curiously studied the struggling squirms of her unwilling guest. Her paunchy orange prisoner looking understandably upset with her current conditions, but with her legs firmly fettered there was little she could say or do in the matter other than spew out a few obligatory obscenities and weakly writhe.

“Fuck you…” grumbled Tainted Love, as she spat out some defiant words in an attempt to show some control in the shackled situation, regardless if the retort was uninspired. The mare gritting her teeth into a simmering snarl, before renewing her bucking wriggles, in the vain hope that a violent jerk from her buttery body would be enough to break her repressive restraints. The spirited equine’s tenacious attempt at escape, causing her blubbery body to ripple almost hypnotically, as all the while Bran just looked on with a bemused expression. The jubbly jailer confident that any attempt to shirk the tight tethers would fruitlessly fall flat, as the sturdy manacles were more than enough to subdue the protesting pegapony.

“I just might, you’re so cute when you’re helpless,” chided Bran steamily, as she just enjoyed watching her words make Love’s skin crawl. The chubby mare basking in her control like a lewd lizard, as she twirled the leash wrapped around her hoof playfully, patiently waiting for the inevitable retort from Love. The plump pony’s pride preventing her from keeping her muzzle shut, so after a second of seething she opened her mouth only to be rewarded with sharp yank to the lax length of rope connected to her collar. The rude tug causing her to choke for a second, as with a small motion Bran stifled Love’s response to just an angry snort of nickering displeasure.

“O’ no reason to look so upset, I wouldn’t have to punish you if you behaved,” chastised Bran, as she gave another yank, to causally exerted her control over her captive with her normal domineering demeanour. Bran savouring her control with a wicked gleam in her eyes, as the hazel horse knew full well that the buxom beauty was entirely at her mercy, regardless of how loudly she griped. The mare would just have to suck up the fact that she and Bran were going to be spending a lot of time together, as Bug had asked to keep the well-endowed equine entertained for at least a long weekend.

“FU…. hLrK!” Started Love, before she was again silenced with another oppressive jerk of her lead.

“Hush now, only talk when spoken too, or I might decide to get a little rougher in order to teach you proper respect for your betters,” remarked Bran coldly, as she was more than willing to break her trembling toys if it would result in them being a little more compliant. That threat seemingly enough to shut up Love’s carping complaints, even if she continued to shoot death glares in the portly pegamare’s direction. Bran taking a slow smutty breath in the silence, as she took in the quietness like one might sniff an exotic flower.

“See, was that so difficult, and here I was thinking “Sunderer” was going to have to break you in like the last jibbering cunt to displease me….. The way she squealed as her belly popped… Mmm, simply divine,” ruminated Bran sadistically, as she scanned for the glimmer of horror on Love’s face that would inform her if the stubborn mare had bought into the bluff fully. The implications mostly hot air, though a salacious session with the massive mood anemone was comparable to being torn asunder, hence the little pet name Bug had affectionately given it.

Bran recalling that she had not walked straight for the better part of a week after her first intimate interaction with the gargantuan invertebrate. The mare soon finding out why the affectionate anemone had such a long waiting list for an appointment, as to her delight she found that the molesting medusa gave an ovary rattling rut that was second to none. The creature seemingly designed to stretch out a pony’s plumbing, as it milked the lucky mare for every ounce of flustered feedback in a buggering barrage of sexual stimulation. It was this lustful tsunami that was about to fall upon Love, as if on cue the gelatinous monstrosity made its presence known.

Love letting out a startled squeal as she felt Sunderer’s slick petals envelop her lower half in a claggy cuddle. The alien sensation of the vermicular tide taking her off guard, as she felt the cnidarian begin to pull at her pants, before with a few clutching heaves it tore a gaping hole in the garment. The sound of spreading fabric filling the air, as with a few manipulative motions the giant land jellyfish gently eviscerated the frail fashion giving it unrestricted access to the mare’s erogenous undercarriage.

The accosted Pegasus immediately cringing in response to its groping grasp, as the invertebrate invaded her personal space, and swiftly began to have its way with the pony’s private parts. Love’s face reddening as the creature cupped a drawn-out feel, that kneaded and pinched what felt like every inch of her bubbly breasts and round rump. The bluntness of the beast enraging Love, as she let out a whinnying whine in a vitriolic reaction to being reduced to the plush plaything of some disgusting deviant.

Bran snickering at the vexed vocalization, as it would do nothing to stop Sunderer painting every inch of Love’s peachy hide in mucus and bruises as it squeezed and squished the doughier elements of equine it had ensnared. The debaucherous fiend fondling the more tender facets of Love’s figure in a methodical manner, as it took its fill of the jubbly cleavage with a constricting clasp. The peppering of goose flesh springing up across the meaty melons, as they responded to the clammy caress of the violating vines. The curvaceous contours of the jostling crotch boobs thoroughly mapped by the marauding mitts, leaving the marbled milkers to turn turgid under the seemingly endless flurries of frenzied attention.

Love’s cruel captor getting in on the action, as Bran’s fondling frog joined the chaos with a few nibbling nudges. The perusing Pegasus taking a slow gander at Love’s busty bosom, before indulging in a tracing tickle across the protesting pegamare’s heaving tummy, as she took in the more attractive aspects of her pinned partner. Love not taking too kindly to it, but Bran never asked for her opinion, as the perverted Pegasus was much more interested in the pudgy pegamare’s photogenic physique. Bran letting out a passionate nasal noise as her hoof-tip glided betwixt Love’s gorgeous globes, before trundling over her groin, as the mare returned to slowly stroking the tubby tart’s temptingly soft barrel. Love acutely aware of the advances of the mare lecherously lounging to her left, as Bran’s wanton will danced across her undefended underbelly in an unpredictable series of prods and pokes.

Every alluring asset of her ample anatomy lathered by this uncouth treatment, as Bran took what she wanted without the slightest care for consent. This busty bitch was hers to do with as she pleased, and because of this Bran had no qualms in completely revelling in that power, to the fullest extent provided by her position. Sure, Love would moan and groan, but that wouldn’t change anything in regard to her master’s machinations, as she had plenty of lewd things planned with her fidgeting bedfellow. Bran relishing the moment Love’s feeble twitching suddenly tensed up, as with a stern shunt Sunderer straightened the floundering female’s sigmoidal and began to crawl ever deeper into her colon. The mare gagging out a gasp as she became an unwilling participant in the core rattling penetration, that caused the entire mare to clench into a spasming convulsion. Bran smiling as she felt the tentacle stretch the skin beneath her hoof, allowing the mare to track the tendril’s progress as it burrowed its way through Love’s now gaping back door. The rattling shudders putting a grin on Bran’s mirth-riddled mug, before with a chortle the equine made a joshing comment.

“Ah… I think he likes you,”

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It didn't take much for Grimm to convince Bug to assist him with his pegamare problem. The grey glutton subdued the paunchy pony without too much issue, and before long she was dumped into Bran's kind care, though I doubt the orange equine would enjoy the company as much as her carnal craving captor....

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