“Wow…. She really left you so pent up,” chirped Fuzz, as she marvelled at the massive load her teasing hoofjob had unleashed with a cheerful curiosity. The petite pony pleasantly lounging on the fertile aftermath of her sexual teasing, as she lay splayed across the warm expanse of a rather engorged condom. The mare straddling upon the jism-stuffed prophylactic like a humid water bed, allowing her to sense the slight sloshing of the fertile fluid swirling within the lubricated membrane resting beneath her belly. The subtle listing movements rolling against her chest with a relaxing rhythm, as she utilized the jiggling girth of the ball batter engorged contraceptive like a bloated beanbag.

The inquisitive earth pony giving the distended Durex probing prod, as she examined the spunk-filled French letter with a fleeting rub that slowly skirted over the stretched latex in a circular motion from her twirling hoof tip. The stretchy sheathe seeming to have had no issues handling the emotional eruption made by an entire woman, as an hour or so of massaged marinating in Moody’s left bollock had rendered her down to several phlegmy gallons of salty stallion sauce. The packed protection containing the masculine mess without incident, as the pliable covering had easily been able to inflate like a balloon in order to accommodate the salaciously spilt seed.

Her name had been Abby, probably short for Abbigale, though the short-stacked mare had not bothered to ask the raven-haired beauty in the short time it had taken the hungry shaft to slurp her down. The 20-something soon going from a person to a softening shape stewing in a swollen nutsack, as she was swiftly reduced to a squirming simulacrum clad in a thin layer of erogenous skin. the tracing touch of Fuzz’s stroking hoof tracking how the wriggling woman melted down into a more uniform sperm, as her long legs, ample arse, and perky breasts all smoothed over in good time once the enzymes in the foal foam began to boil. The writhing woman’s stifled struggle met with just a blasé stroking from Fuzz’s frog, as the equine helped ooze her down, knowing full well that the flailing female was as good as a cumstain from the moment the cock chugging her had gotten a good grip on her enviable curves.

The muffled whimpers enough to tell her peckish partner that she had not consented to the consumption, but at this point, the digested jizz’s opinion didn’t really matter. Perhaps she was gridded, perhaps not, the gonads would grind her buxom biomass down into gametes all the same, until all that remained was a simmering semen soup waiting for just the right muscle contraction to be sent spurting forth. Abby had tried to fidget free from the serpentine sausage swallowing her, but with a helpful Fuzz restraining her more enthusiastic bucks, there was little she could do to stop herself from becoming the equine’s next orgasmic emission. The woman unable to extract herself from the pulsating depths of the engorged phallus, and within a few minutes it was already too late for her to stop her terminal trip into Moody’s testicles.

The weak curling of her cringing toes one last salute of waning defiance, before she was relegated to a bundled-up fetal position within the churning captivity of a cosy pair of musky cullions. Her sweltering fate sealed with a final tensing clench and an ominous gurgle, as the genitalia that had gulped her down prepared to process her into a milky mush. It was this restless love liquid that was now trying to escape from its bagged prison, as Fuzz used her back hoof to nudge the slipping rubber back down below Moody’s throbbing knot, as it tried to slither free of the flaccid schlong it was neatly wrapped around.

The stallion quivering slightly at her touch, as he bit into his gag lost in the dopamine-laced aftershocks of bodily satisfaction. Moody murmuring something incomprehensible as the afterglow faded, as now all that remained was for his pipsqueak partner to tie off and dispose of the cooling receptacle of his sticky leavings. For now though, the marelet seemed content to snuggle up to the liquidated lady nestled between them like a pleased cat, leaving him bound and at her mercy, until his basking captor grew bored and decided to cap off their pleasurable playtime. Fuzz always enjoying her smutty games, and he had no doubts that she would sample the pulped protein shake his loins had mulched their curvaceous third wheel into, or perhaps she might dive further into her wanton whims and go for a swim in the sizable sack of splooge if that soak in spunk tickled her fancy. It was not like Abby was in any condition to protest these possibilities, but Moody was positive that the pint-sized pony was going to want to do this again sometime…

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Fuzz helps Moody drain a woman-sized load, in the kinky way only she can...

A lemon done for Gizmo, for an image done by Conrie ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/conrie ) This one featuring Fuzz and Moody having some bondage fun.

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