Fellatio can make your day, but sodomy can make your hole weak
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Fellatio can make your day, but sodomy can make your hole weak
“Ring!”
The bell rang, signifying the end of another school day at Cloudsdale High. Ms. Brainstorm fluttered her wings as she walked over to the blackboard. After grabbing a piece of chalk, she wrote her students’ homework assignment on the board.
“Remember everyone, your oral report on Commander Hurricane is due next week,” Ms. Brainstorm said as she wiped chalk dust from her fingers.
Most of the students at Cloudsdale High rose from their seats and headed for the door, but one member of the class stayed behind. His name was Soarin’ and he preferred to keep to himself. Aside from his position on the sky ball team, he didn’t do much social interaction. While most of the other students were excitedly discussing their plans for the weekend, Soarin’ sat in the back and waited anxiously for everyone else to leave.
“Just head for home,” Soarin’ thought as he tried to psyche himself up, “They weren’t even at school today, so there’s no need to worry about them jumping you in the hall.”
His mouth was dry as he tried to build up enough courage to leave the class. He was so focused on watching the doorway that he didn’t even notice someone walking up behind his desk. Soarin’ was so nervous that he jumped when Spitfire put her hand on his shoulder. Soarin’s wings bristled as he stared at her.
“I didn’t mean to ruffle your feathers,” Spitfire said, concerned, “It’s just that you missed the last practice and I just wanted to remind you about the sky ball game tomorrow.”
“Oh,” Soarin’ said while clenching his fists under the desk, “Okay. I won’t forget.” Spitfire smiled.
“Good,” Spitfire said as she leaned in and gave Soarin’ a quick peck on the cheek, which caused him to blush. Soarin’ stared into Spitfire’s eyes as she winked at him.
“Get a good night sleep, okay?” Spitfire said, “You look tired.”
“I... I haven’t been sleeping well at nights,” Soarin’ said as he put his head in his hands.
“You should try drinking some warm milk,” Spitfire said, helpfully, “That always worked for me when I was little.”
Soarin’ tried to feign a smile and thanked Spitfire for her suggestion. He couldn’t help but stare at her tail swish back and forth as she exited the classroom.
For a moment, Soarin’ wanted to call out to her. He wanted to tell her what was really going on. He wanted her to know why he was always so tired, but he was too embarrassed to admit the truth.
Soarin’ packed up his books and headed out into the hall. He kept his head down in order to avoid making eye contact with anyone. He was nearly to the exit, when a clawed hand slammed against the locker in front of him. Soarin’ jumped back in surprise.
“Well, shit,” Soarin’ thought.
Standing in front of Soarin’ were two female students. A turquoise pegasus with a long golden mane named Lightning Dust and the griffin foreign exchange student named Gilda. They both wore leather jackets and blue jeans. Gilda’s head feathers were trimmed short. There was a rumor going around the school that Gilda and Lightning Dust were lesbian lovers, but only Soarin’ knew the truth. No one dared insult them to their faces, since they were the meanest bullies in school.
“Where do you think you’re goin’, Snorin’?” Gilda asked. She clawed her pointed talons along the front of the locker, which left scratches in the metal. Soarin’ gulped, but he refused to be intimidated. Not this time. Gilda put a hand on Soarin’s shoulder, which he brushed away.
“I’m going home, Gilda,” Soarin’ said, sternly, “I have homework to do. You would know there was an assignment if either of you bothered to show up for class.”
“Oooh,” Lightning Dust said, mockingly, “Borin’ Soarin’ here’s trying to lecture us about ditching school.”
“What are you gonna do about it?” Gilda said, churlishly, “Give me a spanking?”
Soarin’ was determined to ignore their remarks and tried to move past them.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an oral presentation to prepare for,” Soarin’ said.
As he attempted to leave, Gilda put her right arm around his neck and pressed her chest against his back. Soarin’ could feel her breasts rubbing against his wings. Her open palm was pressing into his chest. He winced as Gilda began to grope his ass with her other hand. Gilda licked her beak hungrily as she squeezed his butt.
“An oral report?” Lightning Dust said, “Why didn’t you say so? We’d love to help you prepare, right G?”
Soarin’ shuddered as Gilda nibbled on his ear.
“Yeah,” Gilda said, “What are we waiting for? Let’s study at your place, Soarin’.”
Soarin’s house was just a short distance from the school. Gilda and Lightning Dust led the way, since they had both been there often enough to know the route by heart. Soarin’ and the two bullies arrived to an empty home. Soarin’s parents wouldn’t be home until later, so he was in charge until they got back. Gilda headed right for the fridge, like a predator pouncing on unsuspecting prey.
“Score!” Gilda said, “There’s some beer in the fridge.” Gilda grinned as she pulled out a chilled bottle.
Instead of removing the top, Gilda took one of her sharp talons and poked a hole right through the bottle cap.
“Get one for me,” Lightning Dust said. Gilda grabbed a second beer and tossed it to Lightning Dust, who removed the bottle top with her fingers. She tilted her head back and eagerly drained its contents.
Soarin’ stood uncomfortably as he watched his unwanted guests drink his parents’ alcohol. Gilda noticed Soarin’ staring at them out of the corner of her eye. She reached into the fridge and grabbed another bottle.
“Drink up,” Gilda said as she offered Soarin’ a beer.
“I don’t drink,” Soarin’ said, “I’m not old enough.”
“Neither are we,” Lightning Dust said to Soarin’, while gesturing towards Gilda, “but that’s not stopping us.”
Gilda approached Soarin’ with a beer in each hand. He took a cautious step back.
“You need to lighten up,” Gilda said, as she pressed the unopened beer bottle to Soarin’s chest.
“No,” Soarin’ said defiantly. Soarin’ didn’t want to cave to their demands. Not this time.
Gilda looked like she was about to lose her temper. For a moment, Gilda and Soarin’ stared at each other. No one made a sound. Lightning Dust finished her beer and pounded the empty bottle against the kitchen table to break the intense silence. Lightning Dust gave a loud belch, which caused Gilda to smirk.
“Forget it, G,” Lightning Dust said, while wiping beer from her lips, “We didn’t come here to get Soarin’ drunk.”
Gilda finished off her first beer, then tossed the empty bottle casually behind her. It landed with a thud in the trashcan. Soarin’ furrowed his brow and made a mental note to take out the trash before his parents got home. Explaining the missing beer would be difficult, but not impossible. With any luck, Soarin’ could convince his father that their wacky neighbor mooched the beer the last time he visited.
Gilda’s stern expression changed into a sloppy smile. The beer was apparently taking effect. Gilda nuzzled Soarin’s neck and put her arm over his shoulder. He could smell the alcohol on her breath.
“Let’s go to your room,” Gilda said, “Then the party can really get started.” Gilda held onto the unopened beer she had offered to Soarin’ as she led him up to his room while Lightning Dust followed close behind.
In Soarin’s room, there were posters of the Wonderbolts all over his walls. The Wonderbolts all wore skin-tight uniforms which accentuated every curvature of their bodies. Their wings were unfurled as they all struck dramatic poses. Soarin’ had spent many lonely nights dreaming of Spitfire dressed as a Wonderbolt.
Lightning Dust walked over to Soarin’s desk and sat in his chair. Gilda moved Soarin’ over to his bed and sat beside him. He sat down on his sheets and stared at his lap. Gilda set the unopened beer on Soarin’s bedside table.
“It’s happening again,” Soarin’ thought miserably, “If I don’t make them leave right now, they’re gonna-”
Soarin’s thoughts were interrupted as Gilda made her move. She put her right arm around Soarin’s shoulder and began to rub his left thigh with her other hand. Soarin’ winced with discomfort.
“If you’re not going to help me with my homework, then leave,” Soarin’ said, “I don’t have time for this.”
“Mmm,” Gilda said, “You really need to loosen up. We just wanna have a little fun.”
“Please,” Soarin’ said, weakly, “Just go.”
“Quit acting like you don’t want us here,” Lightning Dust said, petulantly, “We know you love it.”
Soarin’ blinked. As Gilda continued to rub his thigh, he could feel his loins beginning to stir. Even though Soarin’ knew that what they were doing to him was wrong, he had to admit that it made him feel good. He just hated the feelings of guilt that followed.
“Why would you think I enjoy being molested?” Soarin’ asked.
“It’s written all over your face,” Gilda said, “Dusty and I can read you like a book.”
Soarin’ blushed. Lightning Dust took this opportunity to remove something from her backpack. She walked over and gave Soarin’ her package.
“G and I bought you a little gift,” Lightning Dust said. Soarin’ cautiously grabbed the box.
“What is it?” Soarin’ asked.
“Something special for you to wear,” Gilda said, “but before we let you see it, you need to strip.”
Gilda grabbed the box from Soarin’s hands and pushed him off the bed. Soarin’ stumbled forward and tried to keep his balance. He looked down at the ground and sighed. Lightning Dust had taken his seat on Soarin’s bed and was sitting beside Gilda.
“Turn around,” Lightning Dust said, “Strip for us.”
“What?” Soarin’ replied while blushing.
“You heard me,” Lightning Dust said while folding her arms, “Gilda and I brought you some new clothes to wear. Strip and put them on.”
Soarin’ slowly turned around until he was facing the two girls on his bed.
“Can’t I change in the bathroom?” Soarin’ asked.
“Don’t be such a dweeb,” Gilda said, “You’re not hiding anything we haven’t already seen before.”
Soarin’ paused for a moment and stared at both of them before sighing. He began by unzipping his pants.
“Not so fast,” Lightning Dust said, “It’s more enjoyable if you do it slowly.”
Soarin’ pursed his lips and exhaled sharply through his nose. He slowly slid his tail out through a specially-designed hole in the back of his pants. Once his jeans were off, he removed his socks and boxers. His Wonderbolts t-shirt was just barely long enough to conceal his genitals from view.
“Now for the shirt,” Gilda said, “Quit stallin’.”
Soarin’ winced as he slowly pulled his shirt over his head. Two slits in the back of his shirt near his shoulder blades allowed his wings to slip free. Lightning Dust and Gilda whistled and cheered as his flaccid penis came into view. They ogled Soarin’s teenage package as he stood there with his fists clenched.
“Turn around,” Lightning Dust said, “Let’s get a good look at your cute little blue butt.”
Soarin’ hated Lightning Dust and Gilda for making him do this, but he hated himself even more for complying with their demands. He turned around and showed them his ass.
“Lift your tail higher,” Gilda added.
Soarin’ flexed his tail and swished it out of the way so the two girls could get a better view.
“That’s nice,” Gilda said, “I can see why Spitfire’s always talking about you.”
Soarin’ furrowed his brow and turned his head to look at Gilda.
“Can you imagine what she’d say if she knew the kinky things you did with us?” Lightning Dust said with a smirk.
“You leave her out of this!” Soarin’ said.
“Relax, Soarin’,” Gilda said, “We won’t tell anyone about your secret.”
“Besides,” Lightning Dust said, “You’ve been such a good boy to not tell anyone about us, that we’ve decided to reward you with some new clothes.”
“Now come over here and put on your gift,” Gilda said, as she handed him the box.
Soarin’ stood there, naked, as he undid the wrapping paper. Inside the box was a familiar cheerleader’s outfit and some panties. Soarin’s mouth went dry.
“This,” Soarin’ stammered, “This is-”
“Spitfire’s cheerleading outfit and panties,” Lightning Dust said, with an evil grin, “You’d be surprised how careless some girls are with their locker combinations.”
“Those really are her panties,” Gilda said, “Go on. Give them a sniff.”
Soarin’ was good friends with Spitfire, but their relationship had been purely platonic. He had hoped that one day they could lose their virginity together. To Soarin’s everlasting shame, curiosity got the better of him. He pressed Spitfire’s panties close to his face and inhaled deeply. They had been laundered recently, but he could still detect traces of her feminine scent. There was something primal about the aroma that made Soarin’ incredibly horny.
Gilda and Lightning Dust grinned as they watched Soarin’s member slowly begin to swell and spring to life.
“What a pervert,” Lightning Dust said. Soarin’ blushed. For a brief moment, he had forgotten that he wasn’t alone. Soarin’ quickly lowered his hands while still clutching Spitfire’s panties. He awkwardly attempted to conceal his boner from view.
“I’m not a pervert,” Soarin’ said, defensively, “You told me to do it.”
“I gave the order,” Gilda said, “but you’re the one who got hard by sniffing panties.”
Soarin’ was shamed into silence. He looked down at Spitfire’s panties and suddenly felt sick.
“I didn’t use to be like this,” Soarin’ thought, “I hate myself.”
“Now put them on,” Lightning Dust said.
“What?” Soarin’ said.
“You heard me,” Lightning Dust said, “Dress up in Spitfire’s cheerleader outfit.”
“Don’t forget to also wear her panties,” Gilda added.
Soarin’ reluctantly slipped the cheerleading uniform on. The outfit hung loosely around his chest, since Soarin’ was ill-equipped to fill it out. The short skirt allowed him to retain his modesty, if not his dignity. For once, Soarin’ was grateful for his thin frame. If his body type had been much larger, he would’ve ripped the outfit while attempting to wear it.
The panties were a different matter. As he put them on, Soarin’ could feel the soft fabric sliding along the length of his thighs. The panties were very tight and unforgiving in the crotch area.
“Can’t forget the wig!” Lightning Dust said as she reached into her bag and tossed some fake hair at Soarin’. He caught it and stared down at the strawberry blonde wig. Too beleaguered to argue, Soarin’ put it on.
“You look good as a strawberry blonde,” Lightning Dust said, “The ginger hair sets off your green eyes.”
“A little makeup and no one would ever guess that you were really a colt” Gilda said.
Soarin’ turned to one side and stared at his reflection in the full-length mirror. Lightning Dust crept up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders.
“You look so cute, Soarin’,” Lightning Dust whispered in his ear, “Now go ahead and pull your skirt up.”
“What?” Soarin’ said, “No. This is already humiliating enough.”
Gilda was growing tired of Soarin’s obstinance. She jumped up off of his bed and shook her fist threateningly at Soarin’.
“Just do it!” Gilda shouted, “Lift your skirt or I’ll pound your worthless face!”
Soarin’ turned to face Gilda as he lifted up his skirt. His penis was sticking up out of Spitfire’s panties. He was hard as a rock and globs of sticky precum oozed from the tip. The cotton panties were stretched tightly around his balls. Every curvature of his crotch was clearly detailed through Spitfire’s underwear.
“What a perv!” Gilda said, “The pillow-biting little bitch likes dressing up as a girl.”
“This wasn’t my idea,” Soarin’ said, “You made me do it.”
“Ah, don’t be such a baby,” Gilda said as she grabbed Soarin’s arm and pulled him onto the bed. Soarin’ was forced to sit on Gilda’s lap. His boner was pitching a pronounced tent beneath his mini skirt. Gilda flipped back the skirt and began to stroke Soarin’s cock with her right hand.
“Ohhh,” Soarin’ moaned. Gilda’s talons felt nice rubbing along the length of his hot member. He tried not to think about how ridiculous he must look getting a handjob from a griffin while wearing a cheerleader’s outfit and strawberry blonde wig. Gilda’s left arm was pressed against Soarin’s chest. She could feel his heartbeat increase as she quickened the pace of her strokes.
“Spread your legs wider,” Gilda said, “Let Dusty see what a horny little bitch you are.”
Soarin’ bit his lip and complied. Lightning Dust bit her fingernails as she watched Gilda’s clawed hand move ever faster.
“Your cock is so hard,” Gilda said, “Who knew that crossdressing was such a turn on for you?”
Soarin’ continued to moan as Gilda jerked his cock faster. The pressure in Soarin’ balls was reaching the point of no return.
“I... I’m gonna’ cum,” Soarin’ said. He instinctively thrust his hips forward as he tried to reach his orgasm faster. Gilda was determined to make Soarin’ work for it, so she stopped stroking his shaft.
“Let’s hear you beg for it,” Gilda said, “Now, what are you?”
Soarin’ thought about the long list of derogatory names Gilda had called him in the past. His brain was still hazy from the handjob, so all he could remember was a recent example.
“I’m... I’m a pillow-biting little bitch,” Soarin’ said, breathlessly, “I’m a horny slut. Please let me cum.”
Soarin’s member twitched in anticipation. Gilda loosened her grip on his dick. Her hands were slick with copious amounts of Soarin’s precum.
“Go ahead and finish him off, G,” Lightning Dust said, “He’s been a good little boy.”
Gilda gave Soarin’s cock a few more hard and fast tugs, which was more than enough to send him over the edge.
“Ah! Ah!” Soarin’ screamed, “I’m cumming!”
Gilda continued to pump Soarin’s prick as he came. She was determined to milk his orgasm for all it was worth. Several spurts of semen landed on Soarin’s carpeted floor. Lightning Dust took a step back and narrowly missed a thick strand of splooge landing on her leg.
“Hey!” Lightning Dust said, irritated, “Watch where you’re pointing that thing.”
The last remnants of Soarin’s ejaculation dribbled down Gilda’s claws. Soarin’ was starting to go semi-soft, but Gilda continued to jerk his cock with a renewed vigor. The semen which had stuck to Gilda’s hand from Soarin’s orgasm served as an excellent lube.
“Please,” Soarin’ said, “No more. I just came.”
“And I want to see you cum again,” Gilda said, “Now be a good boy and blow your load for Auntie Gilda.”
In spite of his verbal protests, Soarin’ was making no efforts to escape. Gilda stopped pressing her left hand to Soarin’s chest and instead used it to play with his tip. While Gilda’s right hand kept tugging his turgid tackle, she placed the palm of her left hand on Soarin’s knob and began to rub it.
“That’s a good boy,” Gilda said, “I know you can do it. There’s no need to hold back. Cum for me one more time, baby.”
Gilda removed her left hand from Soarin’s tip. Her palm was now coated in precum, which she rubbed off on Soarin’s cheek.
Soarin’ let out a gasp as Gilda took her left hand and pressed it against his neck. She was choking him in more ways than one. Soarin’ gasped for breath as he felt another orgasm growing within him. He was going to suffocate.
“Cum for me if you want to live!” Gilda said as she squeezed harder on Soarin’s windpipe. Soarin’s eyes bugged out as he came a second time. The erotic asphyxiation caused Soarin’ to experience a sudden loss of oxygen to the brain. This resulted in pronounced feelings of giddiness, lightheadedness and pleasure. Combined with his orgasm, Soarin’ experienced a high which was more potent than hard drugs. His semen lazily dribbled out of his tip and down Gilda’s claws as his entire body convulsed with pleasure.
“Gah,” Soarin’ said, “Gah.”
Having made her victim successfully ejaculate twice, Gilda took her left hand off of Soarin’s throat. He gasped for breath as his cock began to shrink. Gilda lifted her right hand and watched as sticky strands of jizz hung from her fingers.
“You messy little bitch,” Gilda said, “Here. Clean me.”
Soarin’ sat on Gilda’s lap while gasping for air. He was too lightheaded to focus on anything and too physically-drained to move. His orgasm made him feel as though fireworks were going off in his head. Gilda lifted her right hand and stuck her cum-coated fingers into his mouth. Soarin’ submissively licked his own jizz from Gilda’s fingers.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Lightning Dust said as she unzipped her denim jeans, “Watching you two has made me so hard.”
Lightning Dust removed her pants to reveal an enormous member that was rock-hard and throbbing. She walked over and gave Soarin’ her package.
“It’s my turn,” Lightning Dust said to Soarin’, “Get over here and suck my cock.”
Lightning Dust pulled Soarin’ off the bed and forced him to his knees. His lips were at the perfect height for fellatio. He stared at her twitching tool.
This was the secret that Soarin’ had kept from everyone. Lightning Dust and Gilda were both hermaphrodites. In addition to their female genitalia, they also were endowed with enormous members. In spite of having no visible balls, the two girls managed to produce an impressive amount of sperm with each ejaculation.
“No,” Soarin’ said weakly, “I don’t want to taste your nasty, smelly co-”
Soarin’s words were cut off as Lightning Dust grabbed his wig and pulled Soarin’ close. His nose was pressed right up against Lightning Dust’s cock. He could smell her pungent musk.
Lightning Dust kept a firm grip on Soarin’s wig with her left hand and grabbed her dick in her right hand. Lightning Dust began to cockslap Soarin’ repeatedly, until his cheeks were glazed in her precum.
“How dare you call my cock smelly?” Lightning Dust said as she pressed her member against Soarin’s nose, “You’ll hurt its feelings. Now, kiss and make up.”
Soarin’s snout was coated in a thin layer of Lightning Dust’s precum. He winced before showering her cock head with kisses.
“Ooh, that’s nice,” Lightning Dust said as she ran her fingers through Soarin’s strawberry blonde wig, “Now lick it.”
Soarin’ changed from kisses to licks as he flicked his tongue all around Lightning Dust’s noxious knob.
“Even though you’re a boy, you’re pretty good at sucking dicks,” Lightning Dust said, “Those months of practice with us are finally paying off.”
Lightning Dust grabbed Soarin’s head and forced several inches of her cock down his throat.
“Aw, yeah,” Lightning Dust said, “Suck me off. Feels so good.”
Soarin’ moaned as the tip of her cock brushed against the back of his throat. For the second time in as many minutes, he was having difficulty breathing. What Soarin’ was slowly learning was that erotic asphyxiation was highly addictive. He took the full length of Lightning Dust’s cock for the expressed purpose of restricting his air supply. Lightning Dust ran her fingers through Soarin’s wig as she listened to him sputter and choke on her cock. Soarin’ was struggling against his natural survival instincts for the sake of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Gilda poked a claw into the bottle cap of her second beer and began to drain its contents.
“I’m gonna cum!” Lightning Dust said, “Drink my jizz, cunt face!”
Soarin’ felt the first squirts of Lightning Dust’s ejaculation land on his tongue. His mouth was soon filled to overflowing. His cheeks expanded as excess cum began dripping down his chin. Lightning Dust’s face contorted into a cruel smile as the waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over her.
“Swallow it all,” Lightning Dusk said, “Drink my cum. I don’t want to see you spill a drop.”
Soarin’ gulped down several mouthfuls of jizz before releasing Lightning Dust’s cock. He sputtered and coughed as his whole body shook with revulsion.
There’s still a few drops left in there,” Lightning Dust said, “Be a good little bitch and clean my cock.”
Soarin’ put his lips on Lightning Dust’s tip and sucked the last remnants of her waning orgasm from her dick.
“Look up,” Lightning Dust said, “I want to see your face.”
Soarin’ raised his head and stared at Lightning Dust. He was breathing heavily and drooling. His chin was glazed with jizz. His wig was slightly askew. Lightning Dust ran a slender finger along Soarin’s chin until she had removed all of her cum. She then put her sticky finger into Soarin’s mouth. Not needing to be told, he licked the cum from her finger.
“Good boy,” Lightning Dust said. Soarin’ had no time to rest before Gilda wanted another chance to play with his body.
“Alright,” Gilda said, “It’s my turn!”
Soarin’ and Lightning Dust looked over at Gilda. She was facing away from them and had already taken off her jeans. Gilda’s legs were spread wide. Her claws were gripping her butt cheeks, in order to better expose herself. Gilda’s prick was at least as big as Lightning Dust’s, if not bigger.
Unlike ponykind, griffins didn’t have separate holes for urination, reproduction and feces. Like most members of her species, Gilda had one hole called a cloaca, which was used for pissing, shitting and laying eggs. Soarin’ stared at Gilda’s bizarre hybrid of anus and vagina, which was only made weirder by the fact that she also had a cock. Gilda looked between her legs and smiled at Soarin’.
“Get over here and clean my cloaca,” Gilda said, in a commanding tone.
Soarin’ looked dubiously at Gilda.
“What?” Soarin’ said.
“You heard me, dweeb,” Gilda said, “Lick my hole!”
Gilda raised her lion-like tail to give Soarin’ better access to her cloaca. Soarin’ walked over and stared at the marvel of evolution. Gilda’s cloaca was a bizarre hybrid of vagina and butthole. It was shaped like a cunt, but it was puckered like an anus. As Gilda relaxed her muscles, Soarin’ could see deeper inside her cloaca. The inner flesh was red and covered in a thin fluid. Since griffins used their cloaca for laying eggs, urinating and defecating, Soarin’ didn’t want to think too hard about the fluids leaking out.
Soarin’ didn’t have too much time to stare into the abyss before he felt a warm, rancid air current against his face. Gilda had passed gas, but considering the nature of her anatomy, Soarin’ wasn’t sure if this should count as a fart or a queef. All he knew for certain was that it smelled awful. The stench emanating from her bowels was like the scent of rotten fish mixed with the pungent aroma of sour milk. Soarin’ wrinkled his snout as his eyes began to water.
“G, you always were a nasty bitch,” Lightning Dust said, while shaking her head in a bemused fashion. Gilda saw Soarin’s entire body spasm from her offending odor. He looked less than eager to service her hole.
“What?” Gilda said, “You gotta problem with cloacallingus? Just hurry up and do it!”
Soarin’ was still reeling from the awful smell, so Lightning Dust grabbed his head by the back of his strawberry blonde wig and forced him in between Gilda’s asscheeks. With nowhere else to go, Soarin’ reluctantly began to tongue Gilda’s egg exit.
“Aw yeah, give it a good licking,” Gilda said, “Stick your tongue in deeper. I really want you to give my clacker a good cleaning!”
Gilda rested her forearms on her knees as she leaned forward and squatted in front of Soarin’s face. His tongue continued to rim her hot hole.
“It feels so good,” Gilda said, “You’re making me hard.”
Gilda expelled more gas, only this time it went straight up Soarin’s nostrils. The offending odor caused his eyes to water and he gagged. Precum was leaking profusely from Gilda’s member and dripping onto Soarin’s carpet.
“Now I want you to start stroking my cock,” Gilda said, “Go ahead and choke my chicken while glomming my gooey griffin gash.”
Gilda was leaning forward with her claws against her bare knees. Her entire body was shaking from the pleasure. Soarin’ kept licking Gilda’s cloaca while simultaneously jerking her cock. He tugged her shaft like he was milking a cow.
“Stroke harder!” Gilda said, “Dammit, that feels so good. I’m about to cum buckets!”
Gilda was not one to exaggerate, as Soarin’ soon discovered when she came all over his legs. Some errant spatters of jizz landed on the skirt of Spitfire’s cheerleading outfit. The last spurts landed on or around Soarin’s knees. Since Gilda and Lightning Dust didn’t have any visible balls, Soarin’ wondered where hermaphrodites stored all their sperm.
Soarin’ continued to milk Gilda’s member while tonguing the depths of her cloaca. His efforts were rewarded by Gilda ripping another wet fart in his face. Soarin’ began to sputter and gag and felt as though his throat was burning.
“You’re such a freak, G,” Lightning Dust said as she poured an inordinate amount of lube in her right hand.
“Shut up,” Gilda retorted, “You're just jealous because cloaca sex is like having vag and anal simultaneously. It’s the tightness of anal with the muscle control of a vagina.”
Gilda slapped her own ass and wiggled her hips in a suggestive manner. As Soarin’ lay on his side exhausted, he hoped that Lightning Dust would have sex with Gilda if it meant giving him a chance to rest.
“A tantalizing offer,” Lightning Dust said as she dropped the now-empty bottle of lube, “But right now, there’s only one hole that interests me.”
She rubbed the lube all over the length of her cock while looking hungrily at Soarin’.
“Show me your ass, Soarin’,” Lightning Dust said, “I’ve been looking forward to this for months.”
This was crossing a line into new territory. For months, Gilda and Lightning Dust had been content for Soarin’ to suck or jerk their cocks. Now Lightning Dust wanted to take his anal virginity.
“No,” Soarin’s said as he curled up into the fetal position, “I’m a stallion.”
“I think you’re a beautiful girl,” Lightning Dust said as she unfurled her wings, “Now get your ass over here, so I can fill it with my cock.”
Soarin’ refused to obey and chose to remain on the floor in the fetal position. His knees and upper thighs were still sticky from Gilda’s griffin goo. Lightning Dust knelt over him and spread his legs. She could see his cute pair of balls hidden beneath the cotton panties. Soarin’ saw the determined look in her eyes and knew there was no escape.
Lightning Dust moved the panties aside in order to expose Soarin’s asshole. She then took the middle finger of her right hand, which was still slick with lube, and inserted effortlessly into Soarin’s bottom.
“No!” Soarin’ said, “Please not there. It feels weird. This is wrong.”
“If this is wrong, then why don’t you resist?” Lightning Dust said, “Fight back, if you’re a stallion.”
Gilda flew over and held Soarin’s arms down. Soarin’ stared up at Gilda, before looking away and shedding a single tear. He made no attempt to break free. Soarin’s rectal muscles flexed and twitched as Lightning Dust continued to wiggle her finger around inside him.
“Damn, Soarin’, your ass is so tight,” Lightning Dust said, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to fit my cock inside.”
Lightning Dust inserted a second finger and began to thrust them inside Soarin’s rectum.
“It’s pinching so tight,” Lightning Dust said, “You’re going to squeeze my fingers off, you little slut.”
Soarin’ moaned as Lightning Dust pulled her fingers out of his bottom. His sphincter tightened in anticipation of what was to come. Lightning Dust grinned as she moved her malicious meatstick in front of Soarin’s tight tish tunnel.
“You really are nothing more than a pathetic cunt,” Lightning Dust said as she speared his shit hole, “You’re so weak!”
Soarin’ groaned in pain as his rectal walls stretched to accommodate the anal intruder. Lightning Dust had moved the panties to one side, which allowed Soarin’s cock and balls to be unrestrained. The repeated pounding of his prostate had an immediate effect on Soarin’.
Lightning Dust had her hands pressed against the underside of Soarin’s knees. Soarin’s ass made sickening squelching sounds with each thrust.
“What’s it like having a cock forced inside you?” Lightning Dust said, “How does it feel to be raped?”
“Stop moving!” Soarin’ begged, “It hurts!”
Soarin’s eyes were filled with pain and anger. He bared his teeth and growled in agony as Lightning Dust continued her anal assault.
“Who do you hate more?” Lightning Dust asked, “Gilda, me, or yourself?”
“I… I…” Soarin’ stammered. He couldn’t answer. He was ashamed that he felt aroused by being choked and having his ass filled. His erect member slapped against his belly with each thrust of Lightning Dust’s member.
“I’m going to stir up your insides until I’ve reduced your poop chute to putty,” Lightning Dust said.
Soarin’ winced as Lightning Dust bottomed out inside him. He could feel her groin rubbing against his taint.
“Tighten your ass,” Lightning Dust said, “I want to feel you squeezing my shaft.”
Soarin’ clenched his sphincter, which helped to heighten the pleasure of a prick brushing against his bunghole. Soarin’ couldn’t resist the merciless pummeling of his prostate any longer.
“Ahh!” Soarin’ cried as he came.
Lightning Dust stopped pumping her hips and stared as Soarin’s cock ejaculated onto his cheerleader outfit.
“You little slut,” Lightning Dust said, “Did you just cum from being raped?”
Soarin’ looked as though he were going to cry. Gilda smiled as she continued to hold his arms down.
“I couldn’t help it,” Soarin’ said, “I didn’t want to cum.”
“You’re lying,” Lightning Dust said, “Deep down, you enjoy being raped and abused.”
“What a pervert,” Gilda added.
Soarin’ said nothing. He knew she was right, but he was too scared to admit it to himself. Soarin’ winced in pain as Lightning Dust resumed her thrusting.
“You say you’re a stallion, but you cum from having your ass stirred up like a cheap martini!” Lightning Dust said. The frantic thrusting was causing Soarin’s semi-soft member to become hard again.
“You’re being too rough!” Soarin’ said, “I’m going to cum again if you don’t stop.”
“Then go ahead and cum,” Lightning Dust said, “I want to see you lose all control.”
“Aaah!” Soarin screamed as he came again. His watery jizz dribbled onto Spitfire’s cheerleader outfit.
“I’m cumming, too!” Lightning Dust said, “Oh, Celestia!” Lightning Dust’s brain was enveloped in a mind-blowing orgasm. Her entire body trembled as she filled Soarin’s ass with her seed. Soarin’s eyes went wide as his rectal walls became coated in semen.
“I’m cumming so hard!” Lightning Dust said, “Your ass is milking me!”
After the final spurt of Lightning Dust’s ejaculation had subsided, she pulled her member out of Soarin’s ravished rectum.
“Look at your cum oozing out of his gaping asshole,” Gilda said, impressed, “Soarin’s gonna have to wear diapers for weeks after this.”
Soarin’ lay there sweating. He was too exhausted to move. Lightning Dust was still shaking from her powerful orgasm as she tried to stand.
“How about it, G?” Lightning Dust said, “In the mood for some sloppy seconds?” Gilda and Lightning Dust exchanged high-fives as more semen dribbled from Soarin’s butt.
Soarin’s eye twitched as Gilda’s shadow loomed over him. Lightning Dust pulled Spitfire’s panties off of Soarin’. The underwear was spotted with semen in several places. Lightning Dust took the panties and put them on Soarin’s head. The crotch of the panties was pressed against his nose. The aroma of Spitfire’s pussy was overpowered by the odor of semen and the musky smell of Soarin’s balls.
“Get on your knees, bitch,” Gilda said, “We’re doing this Diamond Doggy style!”
Soarin’ crawled on his hands and knees until he was in position. He knelt on his carpet, while wearing a cheerleader’s outfit. He wore a pair of panties on his head and had cum leaking from his butthole. Gilda stroked her cock as she surveyed the emasculated stallion before her. They were all out of lube, but Soarin’s spunk-sputtering sphincter was already loose enough for him to take her.
“You’re butthole’s twitching like a little pussy,” Gilda said as she put her hands on Soarin’s hips.
“Not again!” Soarin’ cried as Gilda thrust forward and buried the length of her cock inside his ass. Gilda continued to plumb Soarin’s depths by taking slow, smooth strokes. Her lion-like tail twitched and her wings flapped excitedly.
Soarin’ found himself growing hard again. He wiggled his butt in an effort to better accommodate Gilda’s girth.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Gilda asked, “Does getting poked in your poop chute make you horny, you knobgobbling little cumslut?”
Soarin’ gulped when he felt the sharp sting of Gilda slapping his ass.
“Come on!” Gilda said as she spanked his bottom with each thrust of her member, “Say you like it!”
Soarin’s whole body was alight with pleasure. He could no longer deny his masochistic nature.
“I… I love this,” Soarin’ said with a smile on his face. He blushed as his smile turned into a silly grin.
Lightning Dust and Gilda looked at each other, before they both burst out laughing. Soarin’ didn’t care that he was being mocked. All he cared about right now was how good Gilda’s cock felt inside him.
“I think we’ve finally broken our little boy toy,” Lightning Dust said. Soarin’ moaned erotically as his tight ass gripped Gilda’s rod. His body tingled with delight as Gilda continued to ream him raw. He loved every bump and vein of Gilda’s cock as it rubbed along the rim of his asshole.
“More!” Soarin’ said as he became hopelessly lost to pleasure, “Pound my pussy ass harder!”
“We should call you Whorin’ Soarin’,” Gilda said with a chuckle, “What a slut.”
Gilda grabbed Soarin’ around the waist and lifted him into the air, with his ass still enveloping her dick. Gilda began to thrust upwards as her entire length was buried in his butt. Soarin’s erect cock began to bob up and down as globs of precum scattered haphazardly across his floor.
Soarin’ rested his back against Gilda’s chest. She held him up by placing her hands on the underside of his knees. Gilda exercised regularly, so lifting Soarin’s body weight was no problem for her. Gilda’s merciless ministrations proved too powerful to resist. Soarin’ once again found himself brought to the familiar plateau of pleasure.
“Aaugh!” Soarin’ cried as he came. In spite of already having orgasmed several times today, Soarin’ still managed to produce a sizable ejaculation with his most recent discharge. The pressure had built up enough to where several spurts fired off in random directions.
“Hey, dweeb!” Gilda said, “Did I say you could bust a nut?”
Gilda lifted Soarin’ off of her cock and threw him onto his bed. He lay there on his stomach as the last liquidy globs of cum oozed onto his bed sheets. Gilda jumped up on the bed and squatted over Soarin’s gaping asshole.
“I still haven’t cum yet,” Gilda said, “Now squeeze your ass for me, you little cunt.”
Soarin’ could hear the springs in his bed squeaking loudly as Gilda bounced up and down. Each thrusting motion stirred up his insides. He became hard as he imagined Gilda squeezing his neck with both hands and choking him unconscious.
“My ass is going numb,” Soarin’ said, “You’re tearing me apart! Please!”
“Please what?” Gilda said, “You want me to stop? Fat chance.”
“No,” Soarin’ said, “Please pound me harder!”
While this was going on, Lightning Dust was slowly stroking her rigid rod with her right hand while biting the fingernails on her left hand.
“G, this is so hot,” Lightning Dust said, “I’m gonna cum again!” Lightning Dust held her cock with both hands as she jizzed onto the floor. Soarin’s entire room smelled strongly of semen.
“I’m cumming, too!” Gilda said. She roared like a lioness as she pumped Soarin’s ass full of baby bird batter.
Soarin’ lay motionless on his bed as Gilda wiggled her hips. She pulled out once her entire ejaculation had been deposited inside Soarin’s bowels.
“Can you feel it, Soarin’?” Gilda said, “I filled your ass with sticky bird seed.”
“He’s gonna be shitting semen for days,” Lightning Dust said as she slipped her jeans back on.
Soarin’ was too exhausted to move. He lay on his bed. His butthole glistened with cum as beads of sweat coated his body. Spitfire’s panties were still on his head, but he didn’t care about anything anymore.
Night had fallen. Lightning Dust and Gilda had both gotten dressed and were just about to leave, when they heard a voice downstairs.
“Soarin’?” Spitfire called out, “Are you home? I saw the light on in your bedroom window and thought you might still be up.”
“Well,” Lightning Dust said, “Things just got interesting.”
Spitfire walked upstairs to Soarin’s room, unaware of what awaited within. Lightning Dust and Gilda spread their wings and stealthily flew out of Soarin’s open bedroom window, just before Spitfire opened the door to his room.
“I’d like to see Soarin’ try and talk his way out of that,” Gilda said to Lightning Dust as the two friends flew off together into the quiet of the night.
“Sorry for stopping by so late,” Spitfire said, “But I was hoping to borrow your copy of Ancient Equestrian History. Someone broke into my locker today and stole my... copy.”
Spitfire gasped when she saw him on his bed. Soarin’ lay listlessly as a mix of pony and griffin cum oozed from his ass. He gave a contented sigh as he farted out a spurt of splooge which traveled in an arc before splattering on his sheets. Soarin’ didn’t even acknowledge Spitfire’s presence. He just stared at nothing with a vacant expression.
“Are those my panties?” Spitfire said in disbelief.
