Line was in paradise as she sat snuggly pinned beneath a plush pair of buttery breasts, on the receiving end of an unexpected encounter with a certain mardy mare. The intimate indulgence playing well to the yellow mare’s more hedonistic tastes, as Bug knew full well that her friend would enjoy every second with her massive mammaries. The ample assets the pinnacle of prey padded plumpness, leaving the jiggling jubblies with just the right level of squish if anyone felt like exploring the erogenous expanse of the well-marbled melons. Their reassuring weight pressing against Line’s shoulders with a suggestive squeeze, as the delightful dollops of doughy female flesh were more than enough to distract the less well-endowed mare from the fact she was currently up to her waist in Bug’s warm womb.

The cosy confines of Bug’s tight cunt clenching softly against Line’s hips, as the grey glutton gradually drew her assistant into the steamy snare of her well-trained reproductive tract. The lemon equine knowing better than to struggle against the slate snarfer’s advances, as with Bug already having a good grip on her, she might as well savour the experience, without ruining the moment with a short-lived struggle that would only end with Bug squeezing a greasy hairball out of her snatch in a few hours. Instead, Line just arched her back to rub against the gargantuan glands peachily resting against her back, as she tried her best to take in the alluring caress silkily skirting against her fur with a tempting tickle. The opulent orbs serving as a seductive screen, urging a calming compliance out of the trapped earth pony, who now wanted nothing more than to grope the gorgeous globes trapping her beneath the paunchy predator.

The perky pudge that composed the titanic tits too much to resist, causing the mare to blush under the strain of the carnal situation Bug had tantalizingly thrust her into as a surprise birthday treat. The ensnared equine just playing along with the mare muncher's machinations, as she knew better than to trifle with Bug’s hunger, as there was a reason her figure was accentuated by so much adipose. Line quite confident that Bug had already contemplated completely consuming her, just based on how her ravenous twat was gently nibbling against her, as the oft engorged equine’s latent hunger urged her to commit to this mare-sized meal. Past erotic engagements and nights out on the town teaching Line that Bug’s body had no qualms in engulfing someone foolish enough to stick a wayward limb into her many insatiable orifices to be converted down into just another layer of fresh fat on Bug’s flanks.

Many a mare and several stallions adding to her attractive arse over the years mostly during spur-of-the-moment snacking sessions like this one, where anything munched by her mare hood was often next seen being pushed out as a prismatic pellet of assorted indigestibles. For the time being though, Line was ignoring this obvious inevitability as she was practically drowning under the smothering shroud of Bug’s curvaceous bosom, which encapsulated the neatly nestled equine’s entire worldview like a set of buxom blinders. The well-versed manipulation of practised Kegels like an eternal massage, which was interlaced only with the periodic passionate purr, as Bug packed away her prey with a sequence of trickling trembles. Line far from the biggest thing to slot through her shagging slit, allowing Bug to take her time on her friend’s special day, as there was no rush getting her compliant chow to her digestive destination. Bug just letting out an aroused sigh, before her euphoric expression shifted into a sultry smirk, as apart from a few skittish squirms, the mumbling morsel tucked betwixt her thighs had barely made a peep of protest.

Line just losing herself to her normal vices, creating a compliant conquest for Bug to take at her leisure, as Bug was never the mare to say no to a free meal, even if she was the one who normally instigated such ingestive incidents. The dour devourer’s hoof slowly stroking over Line’s wriggling rump as it began to create a noticeable swelling beneath her stretched skin, as bit by bit another mare was reduced to just another short-term bump in her belly. A smug smile creeping onto Bug’s muzzle, as she prepared to cap off her flustered feast with a few chugging contractions from her powerful pelvic floor. Just a few gliding gulps and she would be gone, nothing more than the most recent fidgeting lump swaying from her midriff, before being methodically melted down into a several gallons of sloshing femcum and a velvety cladding of chub on Bug’s more photogenic features. Of course, even with this peckish plan in place, Line was Bug’s friend along with just being common fanny fodder, so with a halcyon snort, the slate snarfer said a few words before she unceremoniously cast her companion off to stew in her baby maker.

“Happy un-birthday Line art, hope you enjoy your stay!”

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Bug decided to treat Line to a special birthday present, though with like most things regarding the grey glutton it's predatory in nature....

A joint birthday gift between me and Nomi for Crazy Water ( https://derpibooru.org/tags/artist-colon-crazy+water ). Hopefully, Line enjoys her gift, as Bug had caught on to the lustful glances the mare had been giving her prey-padded cleavage. This was inspired by some of the Unbirthday pieces done by Magnificent Arsehole over the years.

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