Coming Together

Throwing the kickstand of her motorcycle out and carefully leaning the vehicle to its side, Gear glowered at her home. Her house, contrary to the string of texts she’d received from Aria, was neither on fire nor in complete ruins. Unseating herself from her bike, she stormed towards the front door.

Without any obvious reasoning as to why the siren had sent her such an unsettling message, her temper grew steadily worse. She’d been part way through reassembling the rear differential for a customer, having promised to get the job done by the end of the day, though the disconcerting text from her lover had blown her plans to hell. Even if she dropped everything, jumped back on her bike, and rode back to the shop, she’d be too pissed to work efficiently.

“Aria?” Gear hollered, damn near kicking the front door off its hinges. Scanning the entryway, without seeing any sign of the musician, she pressed onward. “You mind telling me why my house isn’t an inferno?”

“But sweetheart,” a lilting voice called, somewhere from the direction of their room, “my passion burns for you like a wild flame!”

“Aria, I fucking swear, you had better have a damn good explanation for this bullshit,” Gear grumbled, stomping towards the source of the reply. “If you don’t, so help me, I’m gonna weld a chastity cage on your ass!”

Moving through the living room and towards the back of the home, a fuchsia face appeared from a doorway, spotted her, and hastily retreated. “I’m pretty sure that cock cages don’t go on asses,” the siren loudly scoffed, retreating into their room.

Unzipping and swiftly pulling the jacket from her muscled torso, the mechanic cracked her knuckles. As far as she was concerned, Aria’s extra sass was only digging the hole substantially deeper. It wasn’t like she’d actually hurt her lover - at least, not intentionally - but she wasn’t above a good old fashioned hate fucking.

Just as she reached the archway through which the songstress had fled, the door slammed closed in her face. She froze, nonplussed, before her confusion and surprise were shunted into fuel for her wrath. Clenching and unclenching her fists, doing her damnedest not to burst through the relatively flimsy wooden entrance of their chamber, she took a deep breath.

“Aria…” she snarled through gritted teeth. “I’m going to give you five seconds to open the door, apologize, and suck my dick. One…”

Beyond the chaotic and wildly startling morning she’d had, the last month had been less than stellar. Aria had only just gotten back from attending some expo the day prior, having been gone for nearly two weeks. She could have gone out to get some ass, which was an all too common occurrence before they’d made their relationship official, though she’d made a promise to abstain from any wild flings; being the faithful and stalwart dickmare that she was, she’d held true to her word and gone without any sexual service while her paramour was away.

“Two…” she seethed, resting her hand on the door handle.

To make matters worse, Aria had refused to put out upon her return home; Gear had played it off, chocking it up to fatigue or jet lag, although it hadn’t been easy. Having held off from getting her dick wet for that long, after becoming spoiled with regularly getting laid, had been a monumental trial - especially since the siren had traipsed about in the buff for most of the evening. As frustrating as that had been, it still wasn’t the worst thing she’d suffered through.

Tightening her grip on the knob, her nostrils flared. “Three…”

The icing on the shitty, blue-balled cake had been that, for some fucking reason, Aria had made her swear not to get off. No masturbation of any kind - be it cranking her stallionhood, sucking herself off, or even riding one of their sextoys. Throughout the duration of the siren’s trip, she’d had to forego any sort of lewd attention whatsoever - needless to say, by the time her lover had returned, she was more than a little pent up.

“Four! Five!” she roared, unintentionally snapping the door handle clean off and busting into the room.

It only took her a split-second to realize that something was completely off. For starters, Aria was standing to the side, near the bathroom, fiddling with something in her hands - secondly, and more troublingly, there were two bodies on the bed. Peering at the pair of contrastingly colored ponies, trying to make heads and tails of what she was looking at, Gear blinked rapidly.

“You ass!” the siren shouted, lobbing a bottle of lube at the awestruck mechanic. “I was going to record your reaction!”

“A...are those…” Gear trailed off, as her eyes wandered back to the bed and the two creatures lying upon it.

Her unfinished question was largely rhetorical and born of shock, because the duo were unmistakable. Svelte, slightly androgenous, and bearing a snow-white and midnight blue coat respectively, the pair of femcolts could have been anyone, had it not been for several key features. Besides the horns and wings they bore, the cutie marks upon their bare flanks left little room for doubt - she was staring at Prince Artemis and Prince Solaris.

“I found these two little sluts outside,” Aria nonchalantly explained. Walking over and wrapping her arm around her lover’s shoulder, she snickered menacingly. “They said they were dying to spend some time with you. You wouldn’t want to explain why, would you…?”

Gear’s confusion magnified exponentially, as she met the siren’s eyes. If Solaris and Artemis really had wished for her services, they would have likely shot her a text or called - additionally, the appearance of twin royals without an escort of heavily armed and armored royal guards was highly suspect. Whether or not the two were actually the Princes, she had no way of knowing - still, the sight of them immediately stirred her interest.

Shifting focus to the femcolts, she drank in their angelic bodies. Artemis, being the younger sibling, was slightly shorter and a bit less lean than his brother. Solaris, on the other hand, was relatively tall, slender, and appeared deliciously coy. Differences in appearance aside, their personalities were almost diametrically opposed.

Artemis was, in private settings, openly slatternly and a bit of an attention whore. He loved to party, was very assertive, and positively adored being worshipped. Gear knew for a fact that the regal strumpet had developed a taste for her passionate loving, even if the elder brother had only recently sampled what she had to offer.

Unlike his sibling, Solaris was remarkably timid and a bit of a pushover - that being said, he had all the trappings of a god-tier subby butt-slut. Though Gear had only wrangled with him once, he’d admitted to having a lustful interest in dickmares and obediently followed her orders to the letter. For his compliance and honestly, she’d rewarded him with a belly full of cum and one of the hardest orgasms he’d ever had.

The pair of regal brothers were dressed nearly identically - in that they wore next to nothing at all. Adorned only in thongs, with Artemis in silver and Solaris in gold, their relatively modest packages were securely stowed away beneath the lustrous fabric at their groins. With their downright scrumptious bodies on full display, they peered up at the askance dickmare.

“Here,” Aria huffed, snapping the mechanic from her stupor and handing her the camera. “Since you’re just going to stand there and stare at them like an idiot, you may as well be the one filming them.”

Dumbfounded, trying her best to make sense of what was going on, Gear stared blankly down at the camera - that was, until a loud creak drew her attention. Crawling onto the mattress, towards the pair of alicorns, Aria reached for her waist and unbuttoned her pants. The sight triggered something within her, rocking her to the present and demanding she take action. Stepping to the bed and grabbing the siren’s ankle, she hauled her lover back.

“Figured that would shake some sense into you,” the songstress snickered. Awkwardly kicking her leg free and getting to her feet, she extended a hand. “Now then, if you’re done fucking around, how about we get this scene rolling.”

Rolling her shoulders, Gear set the camera in the siren’s palm. “Gladly.”

All but ripping her shirt over her head, she didn’t need to be told twice; flinging the article to the side, her hands flew to her crotch. In no time flat, she’d hitched her thumbs over her waist band and wriggled out of her pants. As the garment slipped past the sizable swell at her groin, her semi-rigid length flopped out into the open.

A large, angry vein snaked along one side of the imposing appendage, while a pair of extraordinarily plump nuts hung between her thighs. Engorged with weeks worth of Grade A foal-batter, each of her ripe balls was easily as large as a small grapefruit. Though she’d had every intention of disgorging her prolific load into Aria’s ass, given the circumstances and how pent up she was, she had no quandaries about doing her damnedest to knock up the pair of effeminate stallions upon her bed.

“I’ve so been waiting for this,” Artemis intoned.

“P...please be gentle,” Solaris murmured.

Nearly in tandem, the two rolled to their stomachs, pushed themselves up, and crept towards the foot of the bed. Kicking her pants free, once they’d drifted to the floor, Gear stepped over and affectionately patted their heads. As ready as she was to ruin a hole, she wasn’t opposed to a bit of warmup. Pointing to her partially erect stallionhood, a wolfish grin split her muzzle.

“Worship…” she purred.

The Princes obeyed without question, rearing back and sitting in reverse tailor positions. Extending their arms and leaning in, they caressed her hips, abdomen, and thighs, while they leaned closer. With their hot breath upon her loins, the two wasted no time in helping themselves to her immaculately presented package.

Peering down at the duo of living demigods, Gear’s smile broadened. While she’d bedded each of them individually, she hadn’t been blessed enough to handle them in tandem. The contrast of the white and indigo stallions to either side of her swelling length was the stuff of wet dreams, so she wanted to savor the moment. Longingly looking up at her, they pressed their snouts to her nethers.

Artemis went for her shaft, while Solaris moved for her pendulous nuts. Kissing, licking, and venerating her goods, they contentedly hummed to themselves. Slipping one hand to the base of her length, while drawing his tongue up her shaft, the younger Prince steadily moved towards her bloated glans. It wasn’t surprising to see the more youthful, yet experienced buck to go for her cock, but she wasn’t about to complain; someone needed to get her lubed up, considering she was sure as hell going balls-deep into someone’s ass.

“Gosh, they’re so heavy,” Solaris reverently whispered, cupping one ball in each palm. Burying his face in the sweat soaked, musky base of her length, he drew a deep breath.

Artemis merely giggled, having reached the battering ram-like tip of dickmare flesh. “You make sure all those little swimmers are nice and excited - I’ll polish her spear,” he cooed. Running his tongue around the obscenely fat cock-head, he made out with the colossal stallionhood.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Aria quietly remarked, leveling the camera at the action.

Unable to control herself any longer, Gear closed her eyes and relished the sensations of their tongues and pouting lips upon her. Gently placing her palms on their heads, she sweetly caressed their astral manes. As blood coursed to her swelling length, her anger and frustration bled away. Despite the rather cavalier and terrifying summons she’d gotten from her lover, having a pair of diarchs servicing her more than made up for the fretful inconvenience.

As content as she would have been to stand there and let the two praise her girth, her lover had other plans. Glancing downward, as something brushed against her leg, she found the siren squatted by her side. With the camera trained up at the action, capturing a low-angle shot of the duo lovingly tending to her equipment, Aria gave an approving thumbs up; it was nice to know the entire event was being recorded and it served as a reminder that she was the lead performer.

“Boys,” Gear softly muttered, patting their heads and drawing their attention away from her package, “make some room for me.”

Nodding eagerly and pulling away, the Princes relinquished their muzzles and hands from her loins and shuffled to opposite sides of the mattress. Crawling between them, with her stallionhood dragging along the blanket, Gear made her way to the head of the bed and rolled onto her back. Invitingly flexing her towering cock, she rested her head on her hands.

Without so much as being asked, Artemis and Solaris set upon her. The younger brother moved to the side of her waist, while the elder crept between her parted legs. Enjoying the view, with her head propped upon the heap of pillows, Gear watched them get to work. As the snow-white stallion continued to fondle and delicately kiss her balls, the midnight femcolt angled her length towards his snout and slipped her into his maw.

It had been ages since she’d had two creatures simultaneously caring to her and she saw no reason to get too involved - at least, not yet. A pleased sigh escaped her, as the warm, snug confines of the junior Prince’s muzzle embraced her. Artemis had always been the more ambitious of the two, yet his brother was no slouch. Solaris, positioned on his hands and knees, blithely wiggled his rump and basked in her fragrant nethers.

She was so preoccupied with the pair’s show that she failed to take note of her paramour. With her head turned slightly to the side, watching Artemis casually stroking himself while fellating her, something nudged her cheek. Turning, wondering what in Equestria would be distracting her, she found the sole of a foot just beside her face.

“Here you go,” Aria silently mouthed, having seated herself in a bedside chair.

Despite having a pair of sovereigns getting her off, Gear couldn’t help but sate her unabashed lust for the siren’s adorable feet. Her podiatric proclivity took hold, compelling her to kiss and suckle her lover’s toes. Be damned if she could explain why she’d always had a such keen and somewhat peculiar interest in Aria’s tootsies, but that wasn’t important - closing her eyes and putting on a bit of a show herself, she acquiesced.

Caught between the songstress and the duo of diarchs, she quickly discovered herself in the middle of a very raunchy tug-of-war. Each of the three seemed to be vying for her attention, in some form or fashion, and it was hard to decide where to focus. Fixating on Aria’s foot, a one-two punch caused her to peer down her chest. Artemis, in a bid to win her favor or simply eager to move onward, drove his face forward.

As her shaft plunged into the younger Prince’s esophagus, Solaris scowled at his sibling. Easing himself down and rolling to his back, he wriggled upward and planted his snout into the cleft of her ass. Though Gear hadn’t anticipated the initiative required for an impromptu rim-job, she smiled nonetheless. Reaching downward and depressing Artemis’ head lower, she ground her rump upon the elder sibling’s face.

“Oh yeah - really get in there,” she growled, feeling his tongue plunge into her backdoor.

Thrusting into the young alicorn’s face, while alternatively driving Solaris’ head into the mattress, her ambition steadily grew. Simply allowing herself to be serviced was all well and good, but that wasn’t what dickmares of her caliber were made for. Seeing her titanic shaft grind into Artemis’ throat, obscenely bulging it outward, the twin sounds of the two cut through the air.

Muted gags and muffled noises of gratification were all the pair could manage, yet it was more than enough to stoke the flames of her lust. Beset on two fronts, with her stallionhood constricted by a sublime gullet and prostate teased by a fervent tongue, the desire - no, the need to dominate grew within Gear. Restraining herself, if only for another minute or two of their worship, her withering composure finally broke.

“Hey,” she grunted, softly slapping Artemis’ cheek, “time to put that fat little ass of yours to work…”

The night Prince’s eyes went alight, as he withdrew with startling speed. Wiping the pre-cum and saliva from his lips, he deftly kicked his brother’s hip. The strike, though relatively docile, dislodged Solaris from the dickmare’s rear. Looking up, just as his sibling swung a leg over the mechanic’s waist, the snow white alicorn grimaced.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn soon enough,” Gear chuckled, waving the elder Prince to the head of the bed. “How about you come here and let me return the favor - after all, I’m about to - Mmmph,” her order was cut short, as Artemis rocked back and impaled himself on her meaty spear.

Without any fanfare or prompting, the young Prince started bouncing his hips. Bit by bit, inch by inch, he drove her shaft into his behind. Like the seasoned veteran that he was, he pawed at his head and deliciously flat chest. Wondrously welcoming pucker aside, he seemed to delight in making a spectacle of himself.

As much as Gear would have loved to watch him, her vision was quickly obscured by a creamy, alabaster thigh moving over her face. Looking up, seeing the toned tush descending towards her muzzle, she grabbed Solaris’ waist and wrenched him downward. Whereas Artemis was capable of fucking himself on her, the elder Prince wasn’t quite as experienced with carnal affairs - as such, she felt obliged to take the lead.

Dining on his ass, while his little brother gradually worked his way down her length, the sensations the two afforded were downright heavenly. The scent of their bodies, the hot depths clinging to her stallionhood, the delicate flavor of sweat and arousal, the sound of their soft whimpers and moans - in an all too real way, they were a divine feast for the senses.

As her long, muscular tongue wormed into Solaris’ backside, he shuddered above her. Having bedded innumerable dickmares and stallions, she knew exactly what she was doing. Warming up his prostate and taut hole, she sluggishly bucked her hips. Despite Artemis having only just reached her girthy medial ring, her body demanded she take part in hilting him.

Though she couldn’t see where Aria was, she prayed the siren was getting a good view of the action. Freeing one hand and extending her arm, she grasped her rider’s waist and aided his descents. Further and further down her crept, relaxing on the downstrokes and clamping down on his ascents, until her entirety was nearly within him. With one final, herculean thrust, she drove the fat root of her shaft into his well-trained tush.

Artemis’ pleased groan was immediately followed by something warm and slick dripping to her abdomen. Left to presume he was leaking pre-cum onto her, her dominant streak took the wheel. Relinquishing her grip on the elder sibling and pulling away from his winking, slickened entrance, she pushed Solaris away. If she was going to fuck the slutty younger brother, she was going to give him her full attention.

With a pitiable whimper, Solaris dismounted Gear’s face and moved aside. Left with little else to do, he clamored to his fellow Prince’s side and watched his brother getting pounded. Within seconds, there was a clear shift in who was in control. Having taken the reins, the dickmare vehemently screwed the femcolt on her lap.

“Oh buck,” Artemis groaned, rolling his head back and stroking his slender length.

“A...are you alright?” Solaris mumbled, seeing his brother’s eyes roll back. “I...I can switch with you, i...if you want…”

The snow-white alicorn’s gracious offer, be it genuine or a pitiful attempt to get his turn, revved Gear’s engine harder than ever. While she’d had the great pleasure of rutting Artemis on several occasions, she’d only once despoiled Solaris. Hammering into the night Prince, torn between watching the two, the fourth member of their little party surreptitiously intervened.

Having crawled to the end of the bed, furtively keeping herself out of sight, Aria leaned forward and sank two fingers into Gear’s ass. With a practiced expertise gained from screwing or being screwed by her lover countless times, her fingers quickly found the oversized prostate in the dickmare’s well-sculpted behind. With childlike glee, she laughed and accosted the tender organ.

“Fill that slut up, Bitch!” she cackled, slipping a third digit into her paramour’s pucker.

Quite literally besieged on all fronts and sitting on weeks worth of reserved spunk, the additional stimulation sent Gear soaring over the edge. Her grip tightened, she snorted triumphantly, and her body tensed, as she came with cataclysmic force. Ramming her stallionhood into her mounted partner, she unloaded into the young alicorn.

Between the heat and pressure of becoming a living cum-dumpster, Artemis broke. Howling out, trembling from head to toe, he lewdly gushed watery seed over the dickmare’s rack and belly. His gut gurgled angrily and noticeably swelled, as his body struggled to contain the veritable geyser of cum erupting within him.

Though the release was physically sublime, Gear was less than pleased with the turn of events. Having refrained from getting off in any form or fashion for nearly a month, she’d hoped to have some say in how and in whom she finally got to relieve herself. Robbed of the option to climax freely, heedless of the dazed and bloated Prince seated upon her, her temper flared.

Torquing her hips and setting Artemis off balance, she cast the alicorn to the side. With a wet Pop, her dick sprang from the dazed femcolt’s battered rear. Falling limp, with his gaping ass leaking thick jizz to the blankets, the young Prince panted and heaved air into his chest. He’d likely recover before long, although even seasoned veterans required a bit of time to recuperate from such a monumental influx of foal batter.

“You,” Gear barked, leveling a finger at Solaris and causing him to flinch, “hands and knees - Now!”

Swallowing hard, while the dickmare rolled over and stood by the bedside, the elder brother did as he was told. Shuffling around to face away from her, he amateurishly presented his behind. Twisting his head and peering back, he affixed the frustrated she-stud with a fearful gaze.

“You better do better than that, if you don’t want to walk funny for a week,” Gear snarled. Stepping behind him, she grabbed his ankles and dragged him to the edge of the mattress.

Glancing over at his semi-comatose sibling, Solaris pressed his chest to the bed and reached back. Grabbing one ass cheek in each hand, he prized his buns apart for his mistress. His actions stood in stark contrast to his anxious demeanor, causing the titanic dickmare to smirk. If their prior engagement was anything to go off of, he seemed to like it rough.

Stepping closer, nudging his pucker with the tip of her shaft, she clasped his hip. “Beg…”

“P...please,” he whined, halfheartedly rocking back against her. “Just - Gulp - b...be gentaaaaaaaa OH GODS!!!”

As shameful as it was, Gear couldn’t deny occasionally caving to her ruthless urges. Holding the femcolt firm, while she ground her cock into his upturned ass, she licked her lips. Screwing a mare or dickmare was all well and good, because they tended to be a bit more submissive, but banging a docile, subservient stallion was something altogether different. Bringing a male to their knees and fucking the cum out of them had always held a special place in her heart.

Mewling, desperately clutching at the blankets, Solaris bit his lip. Bracing his legs, while she lazily delved into his depths, a shiver ran up his spine. Taking deep, steady breaths, trying not to clench up, he felt her progress come to a sudden halt. Glancing back at her, seeing her looming over him with her arms crossed, she simply nodded.

“Since you want it so bad, fuck yourself on it,” Gear hummed, flexing her partially submerged tool.

Gazing down at the reluctant stallion, she watched him hesitantly begin to move. Slow to start, adjusting to the profound intrusion, he shifted his hips forward and back. Honestly, it was a cute, albeit pitiful attempt. Content to let him get warmed up, she looked around for the mysteriously absent siren. It wasn’t until she looked downward, drawn by the sound of something beneath her, did she find her quarry.

Holding a finger to her lips, Aria held the camera roughly a foot from the Prince’s stuffed hole. Closeup shots of penetration, especially from a low angle, were always a worthy inclusion of a porno and it gave Gear an idea. The sight of the songstress recording her prompted her back to the action, spurring her to be the star.

Sinking her fingers into the femcolt’s surprisingly ample hips, she started pounding. Upon her first true thrust, the Prince abandoned his efforts and allowed her to subjugate him. As unfortunate as it was, she’d had more experienced partners do much the same - still, she wasn’t about to take it too easy on him. Pistoning his entrance, while giving his tush the occasional smack, she winked down at the camera.

“Who’s your she-stud, you royal whore?!” she smugly inquired, altering her angle to assail his p-spot.

“You are!” Solaris bleated. Laying his head to the side, reaching for his groin, his wrist was grabbed and pulled aloft.

“Oh fuck no - that won’t do at all,” Gear guffawed.

Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms under his legs and snatched his wrists. With herculean might, taking care to keep her shaft partially entombed within his backside, she straightened up and hauled him into the air. With his head resting squarely between her bosoms, she trapped him in one of the most demeaning, exhibitionistic positions she could imagine - a lewd full-nelson.

“If you’re going to - Nnngh - be fucked like a bitch, you’re going to cum like a bitch,” she bayed, as she began jackhammering his ass.

Trapped, unable to move his arms or legs, Solaris’ throaty, marish moans were anything but dignified. Bouncing on her length, while his stallionhood flopped about freely, he slung pre-cum to the floor and mattress. In a very literal sense, all he could do was cry out and enjoy being used by the dickmare - not that he seemed to mind, given how hard he was.

“Look at that little Princess getting railed out! If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s wanting you to knock her up,” Aria remarked, training the camera on the stallion’s abused entrance.

At the mention of the alicorn being impregnated, Solaris’ violently gripped Gear’s dick. Bringing her muzzle to the side of his head, she nibbled his ear. “You want that?” she whispered, drawing her tongue up his cheek. “Have me pump a foal into that tight ass of yours?”

“Yes!!!” the alicorn squealed, quaking in her grasp. “Make me your mare!!!”

As flattered as she was with the request, she hadn’t quite gotten close enough to blow a second load - that being said, she’d be giving him what he wanted soon enough. Arching her back and altering the trajectory of her plunges, she leveled the full fury of her sexual might against him. Concurrently thrusting into him and hammering his body onto herself, she brought him to a swift, merciless end. His shrill scream of ecstasy was resounding, but not as impressive as his sputtering climax.

Ropes of royal seed sprayed from his wildly flailing prick, as he unceremoniously came with all the calamitous fury of a collapsing star. Pinned though they were, his arms and legs went slack. As his wanton braying dulled to a hushed, incomprehensible babbling, he was trundled to and deposited upon the bed. Wearily looking up, jared from his stupor, he found himself facing his brother.

“Time for a tag-team finish?” Aria whooped, plunging into the younger Prince’s ass.

Peeking to her left, seeing the camera resting on their dresser, Gear’s lips twisted into a predatory smirk. With a static shot of the semi-incestuous fuck-fest about to ensue, the recording would be the perfect finishing touch for their little home movie. Pleased with the notion of getting some action with Aria, her eyes swept to Artemis.

“Help your sister out and I’ll give you a discount on your next call,” she affectionately demanded.

Wearily assisting Solaris up and onto all fours, Artemis skillfully moved in tune with his well-endowed mate. Face to face, while they were being railed out, the diarchs rocked with the impetus of the pair of imperious dickmares. Working in a seesaw motion, taking care not to drive one stallion into the other, the songstress and mechanic made use of the regal femcolts.

Moving like a well oiled machine, with Artemis and Solaris between them, Aria and Gear leaned in, smiled over to one another, and exchanged a resounding high-five. Regardless of the unplanned double-team finisher, the two were an orchestra of motion. Peering down at their respective, effeminate mates, the dickmares unleashed their carnal wrath.

As seconds ticked into minutes, the quartet’s ferocity grew. Along with Aria and Gear picking up the pace, the Princes astoundingly fought to reciprocate; recovering to some degree, with their bodies forced towards a second orgasm, they did what they could to please their exceedingly hung partners. Like a sinful symphony, the sounds of depravity and flesh upon flesh filled the room

“You ready for the - Mmmph - money shot?” Aria huffed, slam-fucking the young alicorn.

Reaching out and grabbing Solaris’ mane, Gear hauled the femcolt’s head back. “You ready to get bred?”

Without waiting for a reply, her hips became a blur of motion; the siren quickly followed suit, mirroring her lover’s zeal and pounding the Prince in her grasp. Winking to one another, in a silent signal, they hilted their mates and roared out victoriously. Filling the stallions, driving them over the edge in unison, the dickmares flooded the alicorns’ innards with their essence. Freezing in place, save for the sporadic hump or thrust, they ensured every drop of their precious seed was deposited as deeply as possible.

Without saying a word, after several long seconds passed, they dismounted and turned the siblings towards the camera. Leaning over the stallions’ waists, pulling their asses open to show the pair of ruined, cum-drooling holes, they smiled and gave an approving thumbs up. It was, for all intents and purposes, the perfect finishing touch for the film - well, almost.

With the gaping, spunk filled asses of the Princes behind them, the couple locked eyes, leaned in, and kissed. What started as an affectionate peck quickly turned into a passionate make-out session, as their love for one another took hold. With each moaning into the other’s mouth, they only eventually pulled away and smiled over to the camera.

“So,” Aria began, strutting over and stopping the recording, “you want to get these two washed up?”

Glancing at the brothers, realizing how pitifully cum-drunk they were, Gear nodded. “Yeah, we probably should. Even if they’re no the real Princes, it’s kind of rude to fuck someone into a coma and not let them get a shower afterward,” she croaked, wiping sweat from her brow.

Whether or not the alicorns were genuine or a pair of masterfully disguised changelings, she couldn’t say - regardless, she was monumentally pleased with the turn of events. While she’d likely have an irate customer to deal with, after she returned to the shop, she felt sure she could concoct some sort of excuse for her abrupt departure. Walking over and hauling Solaris onto her shoulder, while Aria pulled Artemis into a Princess carry, the lovers turned towards the bathroom.

As fun as the event had been, the fact that she’d been duped left a bad taste in Gear’s mouth. She wasn’t genuinely angry - far from it, in fact - yet she knew she’d have to balance the scales. Trotting into the bathroom, with the siren by her side, she mused on how best to reap sweet revenge against the mischievous musician...