Violet knew she had made a mistake, the ropes binding her hind hooves just cementing this fact as she squirmed weakly in her bindings. It had started normal enough, Bug had hired her to pose with some of the myriad of creatures in the earth ponies’ menagerie, for a mail-order catalogue of some description. The creatures odd, but Bug had promised they wouldn’t bite, and everything was going well until a chameleon boa had been brought out for some photos. The grey mare asking Violet to pretend she was getting choked by the crystalline serpent, and she had stupidly said she had experience with that in her normal teasing way.

This peaked Bugs interest, and next thing the Pegasus knew she had accepted a lewd little wager from her employer, as the promise of a new kind of breath play was too much for the perverted pony to pass on. The bondage of the girthy rigging lewd and not unexpected and It was only once that the damp maw closed over her lower muzzle did Violet squirm as the humid cavity in an instant cut off her ability to breath like a soggy smothering pillow. the sudden suffocation was enough to quicken Violet’s heart, her wings flinching on her back as they tried to fan as this sudden threat triggered her flight instinct. The flailing limbs abruptly restrained painfully to her barrel when Bug pulled the lighter mare onto her lap and pinned the thrashing flappers with her hind hooves.

The dank mouth of the more muscular mare forming a slick greasy seal upon Violet’s flaring nostrils and trembling lip, basting the sensitive muzzle with a drizzling of drool, that crackled as it was glazed over the Pegasus’s lower muzzle. The lack of breathable atmosphere immediately apparent as Violet was unable to draw breath and immediately began to stutter as Bug simply swallowed the little air in her mouth forming a stifling vacuum seal upon the Pegasus’s facial features. Then Bug just held it, her eyes calm as she just looked into Violet’s scared peepers as if challenging her to break at the earth pony's foreplay before the main event.

Bug had seemingly timed her assertive advance perfectly, having slipped her oral veil over Violet’s face during an exhale, and the shunting motion had knocked any lingering air from her lungs leaving her on empty air tanks, totally unprepared for this unexpected flustering facial. The mare immediately blue in the face as she was rapidly asphyxiating, unlike if she had been given the luxury of a deep breath before plummeting headfirst into the open orifice. With her forelegs bundled up to her chest, she could do nothing but weakly worm as Bug choked her out, Violet’s eyes getting ever closer to pinpricks as tears began to form, smudging her mascara into inky waterfalls on her pale fur.

A haze forming in Violet’s Pink eyes as her consciousness was teetering on the edge of capitulation, her lungs burning as she desperately tried to draw breath from an air pocket that didn’t exist. The only thing she had was the smell of Bug’s musky maw and the golden eyes looking back at her plight casually as their owner would snuff out the Pegasus’s life as easily as one might extinguish a candle. Bug almost teasing her as she exhaled through her nose, the hot breath tickling Violet’s mane as it coasted off her forehead, as such a simple biological function was impossible for the struggling Pegasus.

Then bug retracted her mouth just as soon as she had overtaken the startled snout, leaving Violet to gasp the cool fresh air, as she practically hyperventilated on the oxygen-rich atmosphere. Violet’s barrel heaving as she focused on just reventilating her neglected lungs as she coughed slightly at the tart stench of Bug’s innards upon her sensitive nose. Bug not saying anything for a moment as she held the Pegasus on her lap and wiped some lingering spit from her lips, even as a large veneer of it clang to Violet’s muzzle glistening in the light as she laboriously drew breath, just happy to be breathing again unmolested.

“Not bad,” admitted Bug as the Pegasus had lasted about a minute with not even a reserve tank, which was the only reason she was not a bulge right now, as it prompted Bug to see how far she could push this mares frame. The earth pony brushing back Violet’s now greasy bangs as she spoke so she could look her victim in the eyes.

“Now we do it for real,” said Bug, the words causing Violet to gulp as she was in no state to continue as she was already haggard and wet. This moisture in more than one place as the erotic threat of asphyxia had been enough for her quim to quiver and her loins to leak slightly much to her shame as they had just started the gasping game.

“3 minutes seems fair, but if you pass out I will be dumping you,” chided Bug cheerfully as she stated her ultimatum. Bug’s body seeming to cement these wagers repercussions if the pegamare was to falter as the growl of her stomach rumbled loudly as she considered just gulping this paunchy Pegasus, but then again might as well make a game of it.


“Deep breath,” was all Bug said after that, as she gave Violet just enough time to suck in a precious haul of wind before the maw again slammed over her grimacing gob. Violet retreating inward, a legitimate fear in her eyes as she looked into Bug’s leisurely expression, who seemed to be relishing stifling the pitiful Pegasus.

The first few seconds normal, just like taking a relaxed breath, but from there it all went uphill. Violet’s body urging her to breathe, but she knew she couldn’t, the gaping gag that was Bug’s maw clamped down upon her face leaving the pegamare entirely at the mercy of the earthpony if she decided to cheat. This assessment not unfounded as it would Just require Bug to lean forward and swallow to claim the Pegasus as little more than a meal. Violet’s eyes began to dart around, as if looking for something to distract her from this dire predicament, but the only stimuli besides her own suffocation were Bug’s lustful eyes and the periodic sigh as the earthpony drew breath as if teasing her deprived peer.

Bug just holding Violet tight and savouring her flavour, her eyes begging her quarry to give up and pass out so that the mare could gulp down her slack cadaver and sleep off the weakling horse fly. Violet making the first minute without much effort, as autoerotic asphyxiation was her downtime, but with the heated pressure of being baked into a steaming bowel brownie, she urged to push herself further. The dire consequences of failure making Violets marehood gush, as it turned into a monsoon of hormonal need, the letterbox winking as if begging for one last thrill, that would only come from her devourer who would rub one out to the Pegasus’s death dance.

Her airbags groaning Violet braved on, her face going flush as she looked back at Bug, who seemed to be smiling around her face, as if tempting her to give in and curl up and die like the wilting flower she shared a name with. To be a good little mare, to know her place, she wouldn’t win, she would be food, a quick thrill to be shat out the morning after, her only benefit in this world being to pad the flanks of a superior mare, Violet wishing she could slap herself as she mentally began to degrade herself into a nice submissive slut who deserved to be slurry.

“No, that wasn’t going to happen,” the Pegasus told herself, the words making her lips twitch before Bug’s tongue slathered over the sensitive skin as she sampled the meal to come, causing Violet to shudder at the velvety caress. But it was a false promise as the mares own biology would betray her, the pony’s only hope being that she would somehow endure this throttling situation, but her adrenalin coursing system was making it very hard as her muscles burned through what little oxygen they had and were soon onto anaerobic respiration as lactic acid flooded Violet’s body.

2 minutes passing by as a miasma induced mist, as the seconds began to mesh into one, as the backs of Violet’s eyes began to burn with things she had never done, and after she blacked out would never be able to do. 1 more minute, she could do it, as much as her own body was fighting her, Violet tried to hold out in some stalwart defence of her dignity, but her submissive self won out as her marehood spasmed and she began to go through the motions of dry drowning. Her body thrashing, Bug holding the spasming mare in her lap still as she just let her have her death rattle,

Violets struggles growing all the more intense, as her pained limbs gave one last hoorah, frogs flicking, wings rustling, as the muscles tensed in nothing more than the primal will to live. Her eyes darting, the life draining from the pleading peepers as she realised her knackered body was about to breakdown right from under her leaving her nothing but a malleable meat bag for Bug to devour with impunity. Violet’s legs kicking, her calves clopping against the floor in tentative taps the rapidly lost steam.

TAP

TAP

TAP

Then her struggles stopped, Violet unable to muster anymore as she felt her head become light and she was about to slip into the cold embrace of death. And then Bug let her breathe, the mare easing Violet deeper as if she was about to swallow the defeated Pegasus, but instead of the throat, she forced Violet's muzzle into her airway allowing her to breathe. A simple huff of the earth pony's own claggy breath, but only after it had mulled in her lungs for a moment so that it contained a fraction of the precious oxygen, but it was enough to jolt Violet back to the land of the living. Bug looking into her eyes, as she gave Violet a few more half breaths, skipping every second one to torment her with a gust of wind upon her cyan cheeks as Bug cemented her ownership of this potential prey item.

the two sitting in limbo for a few seconds, conjoined at the maw, Violet's eyes looking confused and disorientated at her devourer expecting the lips to creep up her face as she was tucked away to stew, but that never came. Instead, Bug yawned and pushed the wheezing Violet from her lap leaving the pegamare as a sprawled heap of quivering flesh upon the cold floor now that she was stripped from Bug’s bosom. A stern hoof not wasting any time forcing Violet’s panting head down and her fatty flank up, leaving her displaying her rear like some lady of the night. A firm frog brushing the mare honey-drenched tail out of the way leaving a perfect view at the pair of flavour pumps residing in the valley between twin bouncing buttocks. The petite ponut winking at Bug with each heaving breath as Violet was taking in air like it was free. The sphincter not unlike a signal lamp luring the earthpony to give the marehood a lingering lick like a lewd lighthouse.

Violet still out of it when she felt the probing tongue caress her sopping wet horse cunt, the breath play enough to make her have a flash flood in her depravity cavity. This lingering fluid tainted with her marinated flavour, Bug lapping away like a cat to milk as she mulled the folds and tickled the mons of her defeated captive. Bug had read her right and sown a mighty crop of seeping sexual secretions, the earthpony reap her harvest, leaving Violet to regain her composure, as the messy mare’s fatigued gasps began to slow.

“Ready for round three?” poked Bug, just to feel the fanny pinch her nose as Violet's core muscles flinched at the mention that she had to endure more of this torturous tempting, as she had doubts her heart could take anymore. Bug had the same sentiments, but she didn’t care, the mare was fun and worst-case scenario, well she ended up with a shapely lump in her midsection for a couple of days and a strenuous session in the little filly’s room to deposit and discard her failed and very much digested doxy……

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Me and Crazy water ( https://derpibooru.org/tags/artist-colon-crazy+water ) do it again, this time bullying the poor Violet on a one way trip to becoming a breathless breakfast for a hungry Bug. Tried something new here, breathplay vore, taking the prey just enough to choke them, in a sort of lewd gamble, she blacks out well she is going into the toilet. I appreciate crazy drawing it immensely, as I feel its a rather fun addition to the fetish, as its both teasing and dommy as it shows the preys intended fate if they are too weak to resist their own feeble biology.

Bug belongs to me, Violet belongs to Darkstorm619 and more of her bubbly bum can be found here : https://derpibooru.org/tags/oc-colon-violet

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