What transpired once Tainted lower ports had been sufficiently loosened had been sweaty, passionate and above all a messy affair, as Bran dug into the delightfully doughy derrière before her with reckless abandon. The perverted pegamare’s purring in aroused glee, as her marauding hooves sank deep into the plump plot pressing against her nuzzling muzzle. Her snout skirting over the supple stretches of silky skin in a salacious sequence of squishing smooches, as she took her fondling fill of the fidgeting female flesh framing her face like buttery blinders. The pudgy patina of the bubbly buttocks succulently squeezed, as the enamoured equine teased every inch of the warm expanse resting heavily against her chest. Bran painting the plush plot with a pattering of probing prods, well emitting all manner of blissful nickers as she nibbled away at the tender teats sensually splayed over her nudging nose.

Bran just taking her time, as with her squirming guest shackled, the paunchy Pegasus was just another plump plaything to be enjoyed at her captor’s lewd leisure. Not like the fettered female had any say in the matter, as Bran’s shapely guest could do little to resist with such strong restraints binding her buxom body. The titillating tethers forcibly pacifying the Pegasus to little more than a few tickled twitches, allowing Bran to ease herself along and truly savour every curvaceous facet of the voluptuous mare who had the unenviable honour of being bound in her basement. The velvety veneer of the mare’s appealing arse, along with her other adipose accentuated assets drew Bran in like a moth to the flame, as the simple way the round rump jiggled with every curious caress was simply intoxicating.

The stubborn snarls of her captive already capitulating into reluctant mumbles of pleasure, as the smaller equine’s attentive advances were already beginning to erode the equine’s defiant demeanour with a calculated collection of risqué rubs. Bran expertly exploiting the needs of the flesh to gradually edge Tainted into a corrupted capitulation, as the Pegasus professionally pushed just the right buttons to erotically enflame the ensnared equine’s more erogenous areas. The mare moaning something incoherent, as Tainted tried her best to retain a composure over the bawdy base wants her body was begging for.

Tainted felt her heart quickening; her face growing rosily flush with fluster, as with a few clumsy wriggles her groin began to involuntarily gyrate against the limber tongue lapping against her loins. The debaucherous dabbling burrowing betwixt her legs simply too much for her, and with a few smutty shudders Tainted finally sputtered out a suggestive sound of ribald resignation to the sexy situation. The steamy murmur like a carnal coo, though it did little to shift Bran’s deviant strategy, as she just continued to sexually dominate the desirable doughball Bug had kindly donated to her dungeon.

The mood anemone she had borrowed just making matters easier, as it moistly molested its way over Tainted’s writhing back in a meticulous massaging motion. Its many tentacles lathering away at the more fatty features of the well-endowed equine with a perverse peppering of groping grasps, that painted their way over the Pegasus in a wave of loving nips. Its gentle grip barely enough to bruise, as the roving tendrils wafted over the fumbling female in a tactile tap dance, as it sought out the special spots that would make the mare explode in the delectable euphoria it so craved. Its affection never ceasing, as without warning its trundling touch swiftly strayed over the mare’s massive mammaries with a ruffling twirl. The manipulative motions reminiscent of a vigorous motorboating, causing Tainted to cringe as her monstrous milkers were abruptly mashed together in a gelatinous kneading. The grinding tip of the tentacle tentatively twisted her diamond-hard nipple with a slow swirl, as it toyed with the titanic tits as if the marbled melon was made of glass. The creature constricting around the bountiful bosom and the pegapony’s chubby barrel, as with a shuffling stroke it skittered across her perspiration drenched coat like an oily rake.

Its control, along with its master absolute, as the blue beast casually complimented Bran’s naughty ambitions to the best of its ability. Its alien anatomy making the task easy enough, as its experience with multiple mares had taught it just the right nerves to niggle to induce an orgasmic oblivion. It could already tell it would not be long now, as just from the way the portly Pegasus was panting, she had long since given in to the overwhelming urges of biological imperative. The hum of her quickening pulse thrumming against its tendril spurring it onwards, as it absorbed every contour of the nubile nirvana that was Tainted’s trembling body. The cnidarian sensing that Bran was close to breaking the hot and bothered Pegamare’s resolve and gave in to the whining of her wet reproductive tract. Her core bordering on a climaxing convulsion the medusa so yearned for, so that it could suckle upon her sweet dopamine drenched emotions like a lecherous love leach. Tainted biting her trembling lip, as the soggy servicing of her snatch began to bear fruits within the stimulated mare. Bran polishing her pearl to a sheen, as all the while the medusa manoeuvred over her like a claggy blanket of smothering sin.

The treatment tormenting her to no end, as Bran practically slotted her snout into her shuddering slit, so that she could more easily nurse on the copious amount of honey flowing from the monsoon brewing in Tainted’s throbbing marehood. At this rate, she was not going to last long, as Bran continued to spelunk into the dank depths of the musky depravity cavity. Tainted’s captor grazing on her coital clam with impunity, before periodically turning her focus to the weakly winking ring that was her prisoner’s ponut. The pert pucker not being ignored for long, but with her hooves cradling Tainted’s curvy cheeks she could only use her mouth to ogle the neuron rich orifices. The scared sphincter squeezing meekly against Bran’s muzzle as she wedged her snout against the blinking backdoor with a sudden shunt, that caused Tainted to emit a snorting squeal of shock. Tainted hip’s involuntarily bucking with an alarmed heave, causing her anus to return the kiss to the more diminutive pony currently perusing her undercarriage, who returned the favour by continuing to glaze her pleading pussy with a fresh slathering of saliva. Bran confident in the knowledge she still had a couple of days left to intimately explore every possible entry point of her confined company's luscious frame, so for the time being she was in no rush to terrorize that tight tail hole. Instead, she just continued her oral spelunking of Tainted’s tensing birth canal, intrigued to wonder how much longer the chirping cunt would last before she inevitably came and it would be time for round two….

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With her guest entirely at her mercy, it did not take Bran long to start indulging in her deviant desires...

A salacious third part to a multipart collab between me and Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/profiles/Crazy+Water ). The other parts can be found below:

Part one: https://aryion.com/g4/view/770391

Part two: https://aryion.com/g4/view/780625

part three: you are here

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