High Gear scrunched her snout, as she scanned the throng of ponies. Digging the note out of her pocket, reading it for the umpteenth time, she glanced up at the archway above her – Gate 5, just like the cryptic message said. Stuffing the folded sheet of paper back into her leather pants, she went back to her silent vigil. Honestly, she wasn’t sure who she was supposed to be looking for.
Just short of a week before, she’d received a rather intriguing envelope in the mail; there was no return address listed, but that was only the start of the mystery. Opening it, she found a pair of tickets to an upcoming Wonderbolt show, as well as a short message.
Meet me at Gate 5. I can’t wait to see you again, hot stuff
Short, sweet, to the point, and infuriatingly cryptic, the letter gave Gear perilously few clues. There was no signature or name attached, though there was a crimson kiss mark punctuating the brief message. As far as Gear was concerned, the chance to watch a live airshow was simply a bonus; the real allure would be finding out who she was supposed to be meeting.
While she’d had a fair number of flings in the past, she’d never been summoned in such an enigmatic fashion. Leisurely watching ponies come and go, hoping to spot a familiar face, she sighed. With any luck, she’d be able to recognize whoever had sent her the letter, since the show was supposed to begin in less than half an hour.
Given how thick the crowd was, with many folks filing into the stadium, Gear had no way of knowing she was being stalked. A lone figure approached her from behind, moving upstream from the flow of would-be event attendees. Creeping up behind the towering dickmare, she slipped a hand around the earth pony’s waist.
Gear went rigid, as someone firmly clutched the bulge at her groin. Even though she wasn’t opposed to being groped in public, the abruptness of the act caught her completely off guard. As she turned, her muscles went taut and her jaw clenched. Whoever had just brazen copped a feel was about to have a very bad day.
“Glad you could make it, stud…” a vaguely familiar voice purred, causing the titanic dickmare to freeze.
Whirling around, Gear found herself facing a rather attractive middle aged pegasus. Shorter than she, the mare fearlessly smiled up at her. Immediately, memories of a steamy encounter with the seasoned mare leapt to the fore. Without a doubt, she’d been invited to the show by…
“Stormy?” Gear asked, as a broad smile split her features.
“The one and only,” the pegasus beamed. Without preamble, she leaned in and gave her friend a hug.
Several months ago, when Stormy had been touring Equestria on her bike, she’d first encountered High Gear. On her way to Canterlot, her bike had suffered a malfunction and broken down. Thankfully, the mishap had occurred only a short distance from a small automotive shop. Her chance meeting with the mechanic had been a rather scandalous one, with the repair job ultimately resulting in an admittedly lustful evening. Needless to say, she’d left more than satisfied with the full service.
“Damn, you were probably the last pony I expected to see here!” Gear chuckled. Releasing her friend, she stepped back to appraise the mare.
Clad in a pair of jeans, simple t-shirt, and jacket, the orange pegasus was a treat for the eyes. Despite being in her mid-forties, Stormy Flare was in superb shape. Neither skinny nor overweight, her frame held just the right amount of pudge. Though she was fully clothed, Gear knew good and well what lurked beneath her garments.
Gear had been lucky enough to bed the cougar a while back, after repairing a relatively simple fuel line issue with her motorcycle. Much to her pleasant surprise, she’d been the first dickmare Stormy had fooled around with. Pumping several loads of foal batter into the mare, leaving her in a supremely contented state, she’d made sure the event was a memorable one.
“I’m really glad you came,” Stormy laughed. Stepping closer, she reached out and grabbed the mechanic’s hand.
“Missed me that much, huh?” Gear murmured, attempting to sound resolute. In contrast to her assertion, her cheeks darkened a shade. Frankly, the hand holding had a heavier impact than groping did.
“M…maybe…” the pegasus sputtered, blushing slightly.
Gear’s outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, even though she had seen the woman naked before. Adorned in a leather vest, matching pants, and a tank top, the garments clung tightly to her muscular form. At a glance, she could pass for an ordinary, albeit large, mare, yet one look at her crotch would be enough to let anyone know she was packing some serious heat. The sight, paired with having felt the heft of it was enough to get Stormy’s blood pumping.
Ever since she’d first met the mechanic, she had, in fact, found herself with a growing need to pay well her well-endowed friend a visit. Gear had rocked her world, rutted her like a filly on prom night, and made her feel young again. All in all, it had been one of the best sexual encounters she’d ever had, to the point where she’d gotten herself off to the memory on several occasions, so she’d taken measures to reenact the event.
“Anyways,” Stormy began, looking up at the hulking mare’s face, “do you want to see something cool?”
“Well, given how hot you are, sure, why not,” Gear calmly responded, smirking and shooting a wink at the pegasus.
Stormy swallowed, feeling her marehood quiver at the flirt. She’d missed the way Gear talked to her, just how good it felt to be hit on, not to mention how astonishing of a lay she’d given her. Squeezing the mechanic’s hand, she turned and proceeded through the entrance. She’d made plans for their little meeting, so it was time to kick them into motion.
Smiling to herself, Gear quietly followed beside the cougar. Trotting up to the ticket booth, she fished into her pocket for the pair of vouchers she’d gotten with the letter. Strangely, Stormy’s pace didn’t slow, as she walked past the check-in; stranger still, she wasn’t waved down or hampered by the attendants.
“So...you already got us tickets?” Gear inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh no, it’s way better than that. Come on,” Stormy replied, without looking back.
Diverting her course, she headed towards an employees only door. If the mechanic was impressed with her seemingly mystical ability to get in unhindered, she couldn’t wait to see what sort of reaction she’d get for what she was about to do. Sauntering to the exclusive entryway, spotting the pair guards standing nearby, she casually waved.
“Afternoon boys,” she nonchalantly greeted.
“Afternoon Stormy, come on in,” one of them chirped, stepping aside and opening the door for her.
Gear was speechless. Either Stormy was some sort of VIP or she’d paid a hefty bit of coin for the exclusive treatment. Considering one of the stallions knew her by name, she was left to presume it was the former - still, it filled her with questions. As far as she knew, the pegasus wasn’t a celebrity, since she’d never seen or heard of her before in the media.
Giving the security a curt nod, she followed the elder mare. Hand in hand, trailing slightly behind Stormy, they delved into the bowels of the stadium. The corridors were nearly vacant, save for the occasional staff or maintenance member. They walked along for a minute or two, before they reached a seemingly mundane door.
“Well, here we are,” Stormy noted.
“Where’s here…” Gear trailed off, when she read what was printed on the wall.
The words “Locker Room” stoked her mounting curiosity; but more importantly, sparked a bit of excitement within her. In all her years, despite having fantasized about rutting someone in such a place, she’d never had the chance. As Stormy opened the door and pulled her inside, her sinuses were accosted by the aroma of unwashed bodies and fresh sweat.
“Alright, you go wait right over there. I’ll be back in a jiffy,” the pegasus instructed, pointing towards a pair of benches between a row of lockers.
Gear nodded and plodded over to the area. Glancing over her shoulder, seeing Stormy scamper out of view, she was left to wonder what the mature mare was up to. Looking around, taking note of her environment, she tapped a foot. Given where she was, as well as whom she was with, she really didn’t feel like sitting.
Minutes passed in relative silence, as she waited. She assumed the Wonderbolts themselves were on the field or in the sky, since they had the room to themselves. Picking at her nails, growing impatient, a small cough caused her to look upward. There, standing a dozen paces away, was her friend.
Clad head to toe in a Wonderbolts flight suit, Stormy played with her hands. It was fairly evident that the outfit wasn’t her size, considering the fabric was painfully stretched around her bust and ample hips, but that actually served to make it more appealing. Her loins stirred, as the pegasus strutted closer.
“I know I’m no spring chicken, but I thought that you’d like it…” Stormy’s explanation died, as she noticed the swelling within Gear’s pants.
The full, dark imprint of something long and thick within the dickmare’s leather slacks left little room for doubt. She’d been hoping to get the mechanic worked up and, apparently, her change of attire had done the trick. Drifting forward, her eyes locked onto her friends barely restrained equipment.
Seeing Stormy’s interest, Gear stroked her length through her pant leg. “Well, since you went to the trouble of getting all prettied up for me, how about you help yourself,” she snickered, patting her package.
While there were still a fair number of questions which needed answering, she brushed them aside. Being alone with an assertive older mare, in a locker room, was becoming too much to bear. It wasn’t like she’d expected to find herself in such a situation, but it practically demanded her immediate attention. The show in the colosseum could wait - for now, she had something else on her mind.
Kneeling before Gear, Stormy edged closer. What with their differences in height, her face was perfectly at crotch level, allowing her easy access to the treasure within her friend’s trousers. Reaching out, undoing the button and fly of the leather garment, she dragged the article downward. Normally, simply unzipping someone’s pants would suffice, but the dickmare was far too endowed for that.
Slowly, Stormy hauled the piece of clothing down, revealing inch after vascular inch of Gear’s shaft; standing in stark contrast to the coral color of her coat, the appendage was a dark cerise. Ultimately, as the waistband passed her mid thigh, the meaty cock sprang free and stood proudly. Staring at it for a moment, feeling a shiver run up her spine, she breathed in its intoxicating scent.
Compelled, Stormy ran her face down its length, until her snout was pressed against the trunk-like base. The musk was overpowering, having been trapped within the tight garment, leaving her mouth to water and marehood to drool. Dragging her tongue up the magnificent prick, savoring the salty taste of sweat, her heart fluttered.
Standing there, observing Stormy worship her unit, Gear couldn’t help but smile. There was something supremely rewarding about having someone idolize her body, not to mention it signaled that she’d soon be getting some real action. As the pegasus reached the tip of her dick, leaning back to wipe a bit of saliva from her lips, she was struck with an idea.
As charming as watching a mare venerate her was, there were other, more devilish options. Stormy was clearly a bit pent up, given how she’d apparently put a good bit of time and thought into the encounter; so, bearing that in mind, Gear put her hastily devised plan into action. Leaning over, grabbing the pegasus by the shoulders, she pulled her friend to her feet.
“Someone’s a little thirsty,” Gear laughed, caressing the mare’s breasts.
“M...maybe,” Stormy reluctantly admitted, gnawing her lip as the dickmare’s fingers wandered over her nipples.
“Well, I’ve got bad news, only good little mares who beg for a good breeding can get it…” the mechanic muttered, bringing her muzzle to her friend’s ear.
“P...please…” Stormy stammered, feeling her sex hungrily seize upon itself.
“Oh, no, that won’t do at all,” Gear tsked, taking a step back. “Maybe if I give you a little inspiration you’ll properly ask to be rutted silly…” she continued, patting the mare’s shoulders.
An impish glimmer in the dickmare’s eye was all the warning Stormy had, before Gear was upon her. Stooping low, grabbing her waist, the hulking mechanic effortlessly lifted her into the air and pressed her against a row of lockers. Caught unawares, the sound of ripping fabric quickly filled the air. Frantically peering downward, she noticed the crotch of her jumpsuit had been completely torn away.
“Now beg,” Gear growled. Holding the pegasus aloft, flipping the mare’s legs onto her shoulders, she buried her muzzle in the supremely hot and moist sex before her.
“Oh god,” Stormy groaned, as her friend’s tongue plunged into her snatch.
Digging her fingers into mechanic’s hair, she draped herself over the massive woman’s head. There she was, pinned against a locker, in a tattered outfit she didn’t own, getting her pussy eaten by a titanic dickmare. The lack of control, of being toyed with, was far more arousing than it had any right to be, yet she’d been given a command…
“Please,” she bleated, writhing in Gear’s grasp, “I...I want you to slam that fat cock of yours into me a...and fuck my naughty brains out!”
Muffled by the pegasus’ thighs around her head, Gear could still make out the wanton plea. Her stallionhood, as if readying itself for the inevitable, oozed its first drops of pre-cum. Working her length with one hand, while steadying Stormy with the other, she slathered her shaft in the viscous substance. She’d be screwing the mare shortly, of course, but she wanted to enjoy just a bit more of the dirty talk.
Pushing herself back, desperate to be filled, Stormy looked down at Gear’s face. The view was astonishingly hot, as she watched the mechanic’s muzzle ravishing her juicy marehood. “P...Please! Throw me down and pump a foal in me, sire my children, I’ll do anything!!!” she begged, giving voice to her deepest desires.
The request to inseminate the MILF flipped a switch in Gear. Taking care not to drop Stormy, she turned towards the nearby bench. Leaning forward, she laid the pegasus down on the cool length of timber. Since she couldn’t see much, she had to go by feel, but she managed.
Freeing her face, she knelt down. “Since you asked so kindly,” she chuckled, shuffling forward, “I may have to oblige you.”
Swiftly stripping out of her vest and shirt, allowing her bosoms to sway in the open air, Gear felt something on her chest. Glancing down, she noticed a bare foot nestled between her boobs; each of the pegasus’ toenails were painted, and she had a small golden ring around her pinkie. For whatever reason, it dumped fuel on growing fires of her lust.
Grabbing Stormy’s ankles, she positioned herself between her friends legs. “You want it,” she purred, prodding the mare’s entrance.
“More than anything,” Stormy groaned, her sex winking uncontrollably.
Driving her hips forward, Gear entombed the first third of her shaft into her mate. The warm, welcoming embrace of Stormy’s depths was divine. Hot, wet, and sublimely snug, the marehood clenched around her, as if drawing her deeper. She sighed, giving them each a moment to savor the sensation, before slowly starting to move.
Bucking up to meet Gear’s thrusts, Stormy writhed in place. The feeling of being so abjectly full was incredible, even though the dickmare hadn’t bottomed out yet. Deeper and deeper the mechanic plunged, stretching her sex with each drive forward. One hand crept downward, intent on playing with her clit, but she paused.
Seeing Gear’s heaving bosoms, she was filled with a sudden compulsion. Reaching up, twisting one nipple in each hand, she grinned up at her friend. “Don’t tell me you’re taking it easy on an older mare,” she chided, hellbent to get everything her partner had to offer.
Snorting, hearing the biting comment, Gear grinned. “In that case…” she grunted.
Leaning in, putting the pegasus in some obscene parody of a wrestling hold, she hauled her friend’s ankles upward. The position gave her supreme control, allowing her to use her weight to fuck ever harder and deeper than she had before. If a mating press didn’t leave Stormy a gibbering, cum filled heap, nothing would.
Pinned beneath the larger mare, with her face smashed between the mechanic’s massive tits, there wasn’t much Stormy could do but enjoy herself. While she certainly didn’t mind being used in such a forceful fashion, she would be remiss for not reciprocating in some degree. Yes, her body was utterly at Gear’s disposal, though she still had a trick or two up her sleeve.
Squeezing her marehood on the backstrokes, while relaxing on the thrusts, she milked her friend’s length. Squirming her head to the side, questing for something, she found what she was looking for. No sooner did her lips graze the hard bud of flesh than she latched onto the teat. She’d be damned if a distinguished, seasoned mare, like herself, wasn’t capable of giving as good as she got.
Gear bit her lip, as her nipple was suckled upon. On some subconscious level, something clicked. Hammering her length into the pegasus, feeling her nuts slap against the upturned cheeks of Stormy’s rump, her body went into overdrive. If the mare was determined to get a womb full of spunk, she’d be more than happy to accommodate her.
Moaning around the teat, Stormy screwed her eyes shut. She could feel a cocktail of her juices and Gear’s pre-cum leaking down the crack of her ass, moistening the bench below. With a particularly forceful plunge, her cervix suffered a direct impact; to the uninitiated, it would have been jarring or uncomfortable, yet she felt nothing but bliss.
Pulling out all the stops, vehemently plowing Stormy like a field in spring, Gear jackhammered her friend’s succulent marehood. The velvety confines around her tool, the muffled sounds of carnal pleasure, they were too perfect. It wasn’t every day she got to go all out on someone; even though it meant she likely wouldn’t last too terribly long, she relished every second of it.
Pinned under Gear, Stormy suffered the full wrath of the nigh unstoppable dickmare. The steady, inexorable heat of approaching release burned within her. Every part of her canal was packed with mechanic’s heavenly member, causing a warmth to seep into her abdomen.
Her thoughts drifted to when she’d been pregnant with her daughter, of just how amazing it felt to be heavy with foal. The fantasy pushed her closer to the edge, imagining herself with a big, round belly and heavy, leaking teats. Acting of its own volition, her sex clamped around Gear’s shaft, yearning to be filled with hot, virile seed.
Taking note of the vice-like grip on her length, Gear reared back. On the brink, having gone close to a week without release, she needed to know one thing. “Where do you want it…”
“Cum inside me,” Stormy brayed, feeling Gear flare against her womb, “claim me as your mare and sire your foals with me!!!”
She was so close, so very close to reaching her limit. The strong body atop her, the steady Whud Whud Whud of her cunt being pounded, how exquisitely stretched she was around Gear’s tool, it was all just perfect. Before she knew it, her thighs were trembling wildly and her heart was going a mile a minute, signalling her imminent release.
Hilting herself, cramming every last inch of her shaft into the pegasus, Gear peaked. Gritting her teeth, she felt the tip of her stallionhood expand outward, locking itself against Stormy’s womb. Her dick throbbed violently, as cum surged through its length and into her partner.
The monumental influx of scalding seed erupting into Stormy broke her, leaving her to mewl like a mare possessed. Her sex spasmed wildly, as it was packed to the brim with the dickmare’s potent spunk. Being cummed in, claimed in such a primal way, pushed her over the edge. Howling, braying to the heavens, she climaxed.
Between the screams of ecstasy and nectar squelching from Stormy’s snatch, Gear had no doubt that Stormy had a monstrous orgasm. The velvety walls around her cock constricted, struggling to contain every drop of jizz she had to offer, but to no avail. While the overwhelming majority of her load was pumped directly into her friend’s uterus, some of the gooey substance squirted from around her dick.
Bodies pressed against one another, the two rode out their ecstasy. Awash with bliss, covered in sweat, they took a moment to bask in the post-coitus euphoria and simply breath. It had been intense, that much was certain, yet there was a more pressing matter. Having clandestinely fucked in an open locker room, where anyone could walk in at any minute, they’d need to tidy up and retreat before they were discovered.
Gear was the first to move, pushing herself away and dragging her marginally softened dick from Stormy’s sex. A miniature deluge of seed followed her escaping length, spilling forth and oozing to the cold floor, as she retreated. Wiping her brow, she looked to the side and went rigid.
Leaning against a locker, not but a few feet away, stood none other than Spitfire. As naked as the day she was born, the athletic pegasus as angrily working her clit with one hand, while cupping one breast and pinching a nipple with the other. Shamelessly getting off to the display, she affixed Stormy with heavily lidded eyes.
“Sweet Celestia, you weren’t kidding about her, Mom,” the Wonderbolt sensually noted, looking the dickmare up and down.
It took Gear a second to process what was happening, while she glanced back and forth between the pair of pegasi. Not only had she screwed a smoking hot cougar, inside of a locker room, but she’d been walked in on by said cougar’s daughter; not just that, but the daughter in question was none other than the Spitfire. She watched, mouth agape, as the Wonderbolt confidently strutted closer.
Keeping her mouth shut, heavily eyeing the mechanic, Spitfire sauntered over to the bench. Without a word, she swung one leg over her mother and laid herself atop the elder pegasus. Draped atop Stormy, she reached back and slapped her toned behind.
“You gonna stand there staring all day, stud, or are you too tuckered out to handle a little more action?” she giggled, winking at the dickmare.
The sound of Spitfire smacking her tush, paired with the taunting statement, caused Gear to snap back to reality. Be damned if she could give any explanation for what was happening, since she had so little information to work off of, but she had a guess. Apparently, at some point or another, Stormy had spoken to Spitfire, her daughter, about their fling.
As if the concept of a mother and daughter casually discussing their sexual exploits wasn’t hot enough, that clearly hadn’t been the end of things. Gear had been invited to a Wonderbolts show, fucked Stormy, and was then expected to dole out another rutting to Spitfire. With all the mysteries surrounding the day, she knew one thing for certain - she’d never been so turned on before.
Any softness or pliability in Gear’s length disappeared without a trace, as her stallionhood went rock hard. Even with a dickmare’s relatively brief refractory period, her body needed no time to recover, knowing she was about to plow Spitfire. Hell, even if she’d already gone a dozen rounds, the prospect of fucking a mother and daughter demanded she perform.
Peering at the two mares, their nethers pressed against one another, she knew exactly what to do. Stepping over, caressing Spitfire’s backside, she ran the tip of her shaft through the younger pegasus’ sex. Licking her lips, filled with a sudden urge to fuck the Wonderbolt into oblivion, Gear started thrusting.
Spitfire’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, as the log of flesh plunged into her. Stormy had told her that the mechanic was hung like some sort of zoo animal and was a treat for the eyes, but words hadn’t done the dickmare justice. Clutching at her mother’s stolen uniform, trying her best to stay relaxed, a shuddering breath escaped her.
“T...told you she was amazing,” Stormy croaked.
Her daughter’s face was contorted in pleasure, though her muscles were extraordinarily tense; it made sense, in a way, since Spitfire wasn’t as experienced as she was. Snaking one hand between their sandwiched tits, she twisted the Wonderbolt’s nipple. A sinful moan escaped the athletic pegasus, urging her to continue.
Standing behind the pair, shamelessly pistoning herself into Spitfire, Gear marveled at the sight. The Wonderbolt was markedly more snug that her mother, but she was still able to manage. More than the physical sensations, the sight of watching a mother and daughter playing with each other was one of the kinkiest things she’d ever seen.
Being surprised by a star athlete, the unexpected sex, a MILF in a skin-tight jumpsuit, it was all too much to handle. Normally calm and collected, even in the most passionate situation, Gear’s composure withered. The base urge to breed and conquer welled up within her, overwhelming her higher functions. Filled with a maddening rut-lust, she fucked Spitfire like a beast.
Her weighty nuts swung forward with each plunge, slapping against Stormy’s cum slick entrance. Faster and faster, harder and harder, she railed her mate. The slabs of muscle covering her frame glided over one another, like a machine made flesh, as she bred the pegasus. Mechanic or not, this is what her body was made for.
Diddling herself, while she watched Spitfire’s face, Stormy tittered. If she had to guess, she’d had the same blissful expression when she’d first fooled around with Gear. Sinking two fingers into her snatch, to massage her g-spot, her thumb toyed with her engorged clit. Daughter or not, seeing a mare get fucked silly was undeniably hot.
Trapped between her mother and the towering dickmare, Spitfire was rocked forward and back. The raw power of Gear’s thrusts were enough to jostle her body from head to toe, yet that wasn’t the best part. Something about being treated like an animal, brazenly fucked without any fanfare, drove her wild. Raising her hips, yearning for more, drool crept down her lip.
Gear set her brow and continued, though she did note the subtle change in posture from Spitfire. Some part of her was cognizant of the receptive move, which only served to get her more turned on. Sinking her fingers into the mare’s thighs, driving the entirety of her length into the pegasus, she ground the tip of her length against the Wonderbolt’s womb.
“Tell me - Mmmph - you want it,” she grunted, finding the clarity to tease her partner.
The mixture of pleasure and touch of pain was beyond intense, threatening to break Spitfire’s sanity. Throwing her head back, howling like some common whore, she submitted to her instincts. Grabbing her unmolested breast, savagely pulling and twisting her teat, she acquiesced.
“Do it! Use me!!!” the Wonderbolt implored.
She’d never had much luck with stallions, ever since she was a filly. Many males, for whatever reason, were intimidated by her. Sure, it may have been because of her tomboyish attitude, or her physique, but she still had the wants and needs of a mare. The dickmare’s treatment was, in contrast to every other carnal experience she’d had, was the most crudely passionate thing she’d ever experienced and she loved every second of it.
“Isn’t she wonderful,” Stormy purred, tugging at her daughter’s nipple. “Tell mama how good it is…”
Latching onto the question, trying desperately to form a response, Spitfire panted. “I...it’s - Nnngh - so fucking good,” she groaned, jostling under the impetus of the mighty dickmare.
“I told you that you’d love it,” Stormy continued, her fingers expertly caressing and massaging her delicate clit.
“S...she’s just so big,” Spitfire huffed, trying in vain to clench around the monstrous cock delving her depths. “I...I don’t know if I can go back to regular stallions after this.”
“You might need to find your own,” Stormy covetously attested, pinching the Wonderbolt’s teat, “because Gear’s mine…”
The three ponies, a writhing pile of limbs, breasts, and filled holes, all played with one another; Stormy unabashedly fingered herself, Gear savagely fucked the Wonderbolt, and Spitfire lie at the center of it all. The added incestuous touch only heightened the debauchery of the scene, adding an extra je ne sais quoi to it all. While they weren’t aware of it, each was quickly approaching their limit.
Rocking back, doing what she could to meet the dickmare’s movements, Spitfire was brutally impaled from behind. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d soared towards release so quickly, though the fingering beforehand had likely aided on that front. Feeling the telltale signs of release, she welcomed it with open arms.
Accosted by the sight, sounds, and sensations of the mother and daughter pair under her, Gear thrusted in a frenzy. Her balls drew taut, pulling up to her groin, as her body prepared itself to disgorge a second load of seed. In spite of having cum only a short time ago, the insanely hot nature of the situation demanded she breed the second pegasus.
Stormy, with her daughter’s weight rested atop her, was in heaven. She’d been in a handful of threesomes before, but none could compare to the one she found herself in. Hearing Spitfire’s delighted mewling, contrasting against Gear’s grunting and snorting, she vehemently got herself off. The warm cum around her fingers worked as excellent lube and served as a wonderful reminder to Gear’s mind-bending skills in bed.
On and on they went, each moving faster with every passing second, until the magical moment arrived. Spitfire screamed out, her body convulsed, and a veritable tsunami of her climactic juices gushed from her stuffed marehood. Stormy was next, groaning and bucking into her hand as she came. Gear quickly followed the two pegasi, grunting angrily and flooding her partner’s canal with her potent spunk.
As the trio grew still, filling the air with the sound of exhausted and satisfied sighs and groans, they each began to relax. Slick with sweat, sexual fluids, or some combination of the two, each of them was in dire need of a wash and change, but that could wait - at least, for the time being. Gear lazily looked to the door, recounting how Spitfire had snuck in on her, and was shifted.
Sluggishly, hauling herself out of the pegasus’ marehood, she shambled towards the exit and locked it. The last thing they’d need was to be walked in on, especially given the sorry state they were in. She’d hate to be notorious for some scandal involving the Wonderbolts, so she set herself to task.
Picking up Spitfire’s limp body and setting it on her shoulder, she offered a hand to Stormy. “We gotta get cleaned up, before someone starts asking questions,” she groaned, helping the seasoned mare to her feet.
“Looks like you did quite a job on her,” Stormy mumbled, noting her daughter’s cum-drunk expression. She had no real room to complain, since she hadn’t been much better off after her first time with the mechanic, but she knew Gear was right.
Turning, leading Stormy to the shower area, Gear paused. Looking over at the MILF, she leaned in and pecked the pegasus’ cheek. “For the record,” she conspiratorially whispered, “you’re still my little mare…”
Stormy stopped dead and blushed, giggling like a filly. As the mechanic soldiered on, holding her hand, she realized she may likely make a habit of Gear…
