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Bug knowing how to play this game, and with a feigned stupidity, she began to lead the hippogriff on. The stubborn role coming naturally to the moody mare, and with a bit of manoeuvring, she would easily be able to get her would-be groomers back against a wall or some other piece of sturdy furniture. Orchid oblivious to this obvious manipulation, as she wrongly interpreted the pony’s reluctant posturing to the mare just being an antisocial animal, that was likely to start simply grunting at her if she overstepped its boundaries. The hippogriff failing to notice the beguiled glare the earth pony was giving her, and with a slow sauntering shuffle Bug baited the bird into the perfect location to pounce.

The job easy enough for the devious equine, as Orchid was too busy faffing about trying to feed Fuzz to her to realize what was coming. The insistent intern overly focused on trying to perfectly line the petite pony with Bug’s ponut, as the hippogriff hoped to ease the immobilized equine on a smooth transition through what was likely going to be a tight tailhole. The foolish hen seemingly absent mind failing to even come close to comprehending the peril she was bumbling into, and with a jolting lunge Bug sprang her trap on the helpless hippogriff.

The mare’s round rear suddenly barging backwards, causing a wide-eyed hippogriff to instinctually pull backwards in a foolhardy attempt to avoid the paunchy ramming action. Instead, Orchid’s back met something hard, as Bug had corralled the unobservant intern into a compromising corner, allowing the slate snarfer to strike from an advantageous position. The movement from the mare fluid, as with a sweep of the leg the equine easily managed to subdue her supposed shepherd like it was second nature. Orchid collapsing to the floor in a stupefied stumble, leaving her powerless to prevent Bug from plopping her plot down, to pin the perplexed pigeon beneath the rotund restrains of her peachy rump.

Bug’s dunghole dilating as she descended, allowing her ponut to part into a mighty yawn, that practically inhaled the inert Fuzz in a single swallow. The open orifice straining into a vacuous scream with a few methodical shuffles, allowing Bug to shimmy the comparatively smaller stripper into her chocolate chute with a few suggestive wriggles from the mare’s opulent hips. The movement like a steady slurp, as Bug relaxed, and allowed her own voluptuous figure to force her static suppository into its proper place. Bug’s bowels billowing as she pressed down her plump plot, pushing the panicking hen to the floor with a startled squawk.

Orchid tossed helplessly onto her haunches, as the planned feeding suddenly got way more intimate than she had expected. The now frantic flyer trying to worm away with a fumbling flight response, but she was too slow and she could only let out a scared squeal as Bug brought her full weight down on the upended bird. The horrified hen treated to a front-row seat to her impending fate, as the ajar arsehole before her effortlessly consumed its marelet meal with a few chomping clenches. The wafting colon rapidly consuming its diminutive dinner, leaving Bug to let out a lustful sign, as she felt her barrel bulge to accommodate her petrified pony plug. Orchid watching on in terror, unable to look away as Fuzz began to slither around the sigmoidal bend, as the predator’s peristaltic plumbing bolted down an entire equine in a few slimy seconds.

“Not a well-sealed suit if your tail sticks out the back,” observed bug bluntly, as she commented on the stupid outfit the hippogriff had decided to wrap her not doubt tasty flesh in. The silly squab’s not going to do her any favours, as Bug casually pulled the plastic off one of Orchid’s hooves like a transparent sock, illustrating the feebleness of her supposedly sturdy PPE.

“You… you can talk?” sputtered Orchid, surprised by the revelation that the supposedly dense steed could speak. Bug nickering at this folly, before giving a deadpan answer to the birdbrained response from what was going to be her next turkey dinner.

“And sing if I have a few pints in my belly, but I have been told my tone is not the best,” replied Bug nonchalantly, as she inched backwards, lining up to add a second lively lump to her soon to be massive midsection. The mare only taking a moment, before with a plop, she took the predatory plunge……



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And like that the moody mare makes her move, and goes through the normal motions of adding a pony-sized partaking to her soon to be mishapen middle...

Part Two of a multipart sequence gifted to me by Gizmo, who commissioned the art from Tsubasagahoshi ( https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tsubasagahoshi/).

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