Motherhood, Mayhem and the Mane-iac's Return

Mane-iac moaned lewdly as she licked her tongue slowly up Hum Drum's mammoth organ, weaving around the fleshy knobs studding it. She planted a warm, plush kiss on his tip and swirled her tongue rapidly over the little bit of the head that was pushed just slightly in her mouth.

She slurped up a fat drop of precum and opened her mouth wide, showing off the sticky strands of saliva hanging all over her mouth, and the slow undulation of her tongue. Her head came in slowly, the stiff erection breaking several of the sticky strings. She kept her mouth open wide as the heavy pole settled on the rippling tongue, letting Hum Drum watch as she cupped and caressed his length.

Hum Drum shivered, grabbing at the wall behind him as the warm, soft tongue bounced and curled under and around his thick, needy dragon cock. His breath huffed out in literally heated pants, small plumes of green smoke emerging with each breath. His small, wide hips thrust up at Mane-iac's mouth, jabbing his length deep into her maw and getting the tip rubbed against her throat.

Mane-iac held her mouth open, allowing her draconic lover to watch his meat's kindly treatment, until his eyes finally fluttered shut. As they closed her mouth did too, soft lips rubbing and pulling on the heated flesh, her tongue slowly swirling around the pulsing pole.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked firmly on the thick rod. Her tongue bulged against her own hollowed cheeks as she slathered her slippery tongue around Hum Drum's maleness. Her head moved slowly, taking him down until his tip was tickling the inside of her throat, then pulling back until she was just suckling on the pointed knob.

“Uuugh... s-shouldn't I be, you know... licking you or rubbing you or something?” Hum drum huffed out, one eye barely pulled open and looking down on Mane-iac.

Mane-iac responded by pushing her head down onto the pulsing, pre-spitting shaft, gulping loudly and adding some soft gags as she swallowed the big meat. She held, and choked lightly, for a moment before pulling back and letting out a spray of saliva from the speed of her withdrawal. She slowly licked the saliva from her lips and gave Hum Drum a smoldering look. Her hoof came up to gently massage his balls, and his belly. “No... just relax... let me be good to you...”

A big, somewhat-dopey, smile spread across Hum Drum's face, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his tail swaying slowly in delight. His hips gave a small thrust and bobbled the thick organ in Mane-iac's face. She took it back into her mouth and slurped on it loudly, tongue twirling around it as much as possible.

She bobbed her head and made the most raunchy and obscene noises as she sucked the fat dragon shaft. She made sure to choke and gag extra loud as she swallowed nearly down to the base, only exaggerating a slight bit, and ensure that each time her lips passed over one of the rounded knobs on his length her lips slipped and a slurp sounded.

Washed in the sloppy, salacious symphony of sucking Hum Drum had no choice but to ram his hips at the generous mouth, grunting a bit with each thrust. He also reached his peak even faster, pure pleasure tingling his his shaft and nuts, sending the precum out in fitful spits. With a last thrust he pushed his rod into Mane-iac's mouth and unloaded, hot, heavy splatters of semen almost slapping against her throat and cheeks.

Mane-iac pulled her head back and gasped loudly, with a thick undertone as she breathed past a load of dragon cum. She pushed her hooves onto the shaft and directed the geysering spray all over her panting, happy face and over her head. She allowed herself to be pasted in thick whiteness, moaning and sighing all the while.

Hum Drum slumped back and gave a low, satisfied groan as he slid down the wall, watching with lustful, clouded eyes as Mane-iac showered herself in his seed. “W-wow... you sure... sure love all that stuff. I mean, it's great that you like it but... I always end up making a mess of you... wouldn't swallowing be cleaner?”

“Are you kidding?” Mane-iac asked incredulously. “You bloated my belly by keeping this in the other side. If I swallowed your load I'd have to get my stomach pumped. Or I'd just be spitting it out for a year.”

“Heh, good point. We dragons do make plenty of it... just as long as you're happy,” Hum Drum said, his eyes closing and his breath calming to a slow, warm panting.

Mane-iac worked the dragon sperm into her tendrils, the restricted things writhing and squirming desperately against the bands holding them together. She felt the bands slipping more and more, losing the solidity of their hold. She was so close. Soon. “Oh, Hum Dum. I'm happy. Very happy,” she whispered, with a cunning smile on her face. Soon...

In the Power Ponies HQ kitchen Diamond Dong was whistling a sporty tune from his home colony while he chopped and seasoned some glowing fungi. He had a delicate touch, and cut them into numerous small, fine pieces. He also occasionally kneaded a bowl of dough, wearing plastic gloves over his usual bodysuit's gloves to keep things sanitary.

Iron Willie strolled into the kitchen and looked in on the scene for a moment. “Why don't you ever cook like that when we're on regular assignments?”

“Because I'm not having sex with you, and I don't want to,” Diamond laughed, chopping the fungi even finer, reducing the pile nearly to fleshy dust.

“Fair enough,” Iron laughed. “What have you got going here anyhow?”

“Kreplach. One of the versions bubbe taught me, so I wouldn't eat like a bachelor forever. It's a version without meat, using some imported fungi I managed to get. Then I can boil them in some vegetable broth I made,” Diamond said, starting to pull little pieces of dough from the bigger ball.

“I had female relatives teaching me how not to eat like a bachelor too,” Iron said with a nod. “Saddle seems to like it. She says my spanakopita is wonderful. And she's not just being demure.”

“Radiance has embraced all things Eweish, besides just me,” Diamond said with a laugh, pressing the seasoned fungus into the small portions of dough and sealing them off. “She's learning my language, learning my customs, and wants to try out all the cuisine she can. I'm making her kugel after this.”

“Well, she'll have a lot of nice parting gifts when we take off,” Iron said, with a sudden frown.

“Right...” Diamond's fingers fumbled as he worked the dough around the fungus. “You know... why are we even doing this?”

“We need to live. Gotta eat, gotta have a roof over our heads...” Iron said, without passion.

“We're not starving or freezing in here,” Diamond noted.

“We took the money, we took the orders. We sealed the deal and both honor and reputation demand...” Iron began.

“'Honor and reputation'?” Diamond interrupted, in an incredulous voice. “Honor and reputation have nothing to do with this, not a thing.”

“Like it or not they do!” Iron shouted.

“They do not! This is a farce, a shameful action on both our parts! I promised I would do valiantly, and I have kept my word. Oh I've found our work questionable in some situations but never... I was never plainly disgusted,” Diamond said.

“We don't have the luxury of being disgusted right now. We took the money, we follow the orders. It's too late to think about being put off by the sketchy nature of the assignment,” Iron said, sternly.

“No name, no identity, no questions allowed... I should have made you ask a few questions at least. But I was so ready to come to a city, so ready to be somewhere nice. I just wanted something easy. But it was too easy right from the start,” Diamond sighed.

“You know we can't break this contract,” Iron mumbled.

“This wasn't technically part of it. We were to integrate ourselves, not...” Diamond looked down to his kreplach, his fingers having worked on automatic to make more and more of the little dumplings.

“Technicalities, huh? I know why you're worried. Do you think the goddess is going to let you out of a vow because of a technicality?” Iron asked, staring hard at Diamond.

Diamond shivered, his hands mangling the dumpling he had been forming. One thick fist slammed into the counter and he snarled. “If I do this I am sure She will take away my blessing. She will not tolerate what it is I do. I cannot just say to her, 'Forgive me, my Mother, for this. But... this transgressor is also suffering while violating your law. Surely that is enough?' She forgave my trespass before because she ordained it. I have no right to do it like this... but to break a promise after I swore to something using Her name, and by pledging my powers I did... I am trapped.”

“And for me, I've got nothing but reputation left. If I can't work the only option open to me is to march back to Hellas. Every hoplite in the nation will be there at the border to try and take me down. And eventually they will. They can take my fancy things back and throw my body in a ditch,” Iron said with a sigh.

Diamond finished with his dumplings, fingers fidgeting while tears just barely stood at the corners of his eyes. “So... what do we do?”

“What do we do? Well... you boil your little dumplings, make your dessert and feed that mare that's going to be crushed when you leave. And as for me, I'm going to go rub Saddle's back again, because she likes it. And because... however long or short my life ends up, however far away I have to be, I want that feeling burned into my memory, so I can remember it perfectly,” Iron said, with a surprisingly neutral tone, before he lumbered out of the kitchen, leaving Diamond alone, and softly weeping.

Over in Zapp's room the situation was much more cordial. She was down to her necklace and her headband, and was sitting at a flimsy card table. She was attempting to stare down a long, lanky earth pony in a red bow tie. He also wore a red vest, thick black-rimmed glasses, and a green visor. His coat was a dull beige and his mane a wan taupe. He was dealing out cards to himself and Zapp. On the table sat all of Zapp's uniform, as well as some chips.

“You know one more loss and...” The stallion started.

“I made the deal, I know what it means,” Zapp shouted, tapping the table so hard that she nearly brought it down. “Now get to the cards! I need to get my winning-train a-rolling!”

The stallion, named Slim Chance, nodded and adjusted his cards in his hoof. “Well, then show me what you have.”

Zapp threw down her cards and laughed. The most prominent thing in the cards was three fives. “Ha! Three of a kind! At least now I get the outfit back...”

Slim wagged a hoof at Zapp and showed what he had. Two sevens and three nines. “Full house.”

Zapp goggled at the result, completely boggled by the outcome. “Wh-what? I lost? How could I lose? I... I've been playing cards since I was little.”

“You took the risk. I may be an accountant, but I'm also banned from every casino in Las Pegasus that doesn't employ me,” Slim said smugly, stepping out from behind the table. His dark beige cock had dropped from his sheath, and it thump solidly against his belly. It was of a decent size, the flattened crown already shining with precum. “And I can take care of this. It's been up since we started.”

Zapp huffed and stood up, turning her ass around to Slim. Her heated pussy winked at him, shining with her juice through the unintended influence of her nature-centric necklace. The toned cheeks flexed a bit as her legs stepped out. “I saw. It's not that great, but I always pay my debts.”

Slim slipped up to the superheroine rear end, nudging his muzzle across the firm cheeks and rubbing his soft lips against the turgid clit. “Not as boney as I would have thought. That's good.”

“Boney?!” Zapp screamed, shaking her tightly muscular ass at Slim's face, pushing back and grinding her pussy against his mouth and snout. “That is all hard-toned gym-made muscle back there. I keep it packed!” She smacked a hoof off of her hard ass and snorted. “Boney... you want me to break off this agreement?”

Slim just grinned and whacked his own hoof off of the hard flank, with less force than Zapp herself had used. “You sound like that mare on the skyball team. She'd always ask me for math tutoring but she never wanted to do it.” He leaped up onto Zapp's back, clinging tightly to her sides, cock bobbing as his hips wildly thrust towards her rear.

“That explains it. You still wanna fuck her. Guess this'll be better, huh?” Zapp asked, dropping her front end and pushing her ass out more blatantly, half-directed by her necklace, and half into what was going on.

“I already did that. I helped her with her taxes, we went out, I finally got some,” Slim grunted out. His throbbing dick slid between the strong cheeks, sliding between them, the passage eased along by a coating of precum. He ground and rubbed his medial ring over Zapp's sex, flicking the bulbous ring off of her turgid clit.

Zapp grunted herself, teeth grinding hard for a moment. The influence of her necklace made her feel the throb and rub of the stallion meat all the more powerfully. She dropped her upper body all the more, bouncing her powerful rear legs to slide her cheeks up and down in staggered time with Slim's thrusts. “C-come on, nerd! Do it already! I wanna pay up!”

Slim cried out loud as he pulled his hips back and mashed the fat crown of his cock against Zapp's sloppy entrance. Her eager thrust back was responsible for the penetration, showing just how much she wanted it. Slim followed through with a moan and firm pump of his hips. “Yeah! You want it, don't you! You want it hard!”

“Ngh! I'm just paying up!” Zapp cried, smothering down a powerful moan. She couldn't stop her own sex, however. The passage squeezed and trembled on Slim's fair-sized dick, rolling over it, milking it, trembling with each shot of hot precum that splashed across the folded flesh.

Slim used what little muscle he had to force his dick into the welcoming, needful pussy, hips hitting the steely buns and balls thudding on Zapp's clit. He wasn't shy about moaning, throwing his head back, squeezing her sides tighter and trying his best to hammer his hips, though he was mostly at the mercy of Zapp's squeezing, clutching insides.

“Fuck!” Zapp screamed out, her head flicking back and her wings whipping open as Slim's nuts smacked her bulbous clit and sent a shock of pleasure up her spine. She unleashed a shuddering moan as her wings trembled in their rigid and inadvertent extension. “F-fuck! Damn it, why does this nerd's dick feel so good..?” She pushed her ass back and asked for more with a shake of her hips.

Matter-horn was in her room, also with a stallion that was not her match. She, too, was naked except for her goggles, and with an additional sweatband around her forehead. She was down on all fours, artificial wings removed, rear legs stretched back, and her front limbs desperately trying to push her up from the flood. Her voice trembled as she counted off. “Twenty-one... t-twenty-two... twenty... ungh... three...”

Standing over her was a burly earth stallion, all crossed with bulging muscles. His coat was bright white, while his mane was a dirty blond, cut in a short buzz. “Come on! Two more! Two more!”

Matter-horn groaned loudly, but pushed on, to make it to twenty-five. She collapsed onto the floor, panting hard, sweat glistening on her coat. “I... have certainly neglected my physicality. Th-thank you for your assistance, Coach Buck.”

Buck Bulk, coach of the Maretropolis Supers hoofball team, shook his head a little. “Glad I could help. I'm always ready to help the Power Ponies with anything they need.”

Matter-horn lifted herself from the floor slowly, making her way over to Buck. “Anything? That's very generous of you, coach. You're a good stallion.” She leaned up and in, softly pressing her lips against his.

Buck looked a little surprised, but slowly closed his eyes and just accepted the press of lips onto his. He gave a choked gasp as Matter-horn suddenly made the kiss stronger, her head twisting, mouth opening to slap her tongue over Buck's lips.

His own lips parted and took the mare's tongue into his mouth. His own strong, sloppy muscle slid into Matter-horn's mouth and lapping around. Her bulged out her cheeks, lapped over the back of her throat, tickled her uvula and rubbed along her teeth.

Matter-horn gurgled pleasantly, feeling confident about her awkward and obvious seduction. Her forward kiss and increase in passion seemed to be drawing the coach to keeping the smooching going. She gasped herself, however, when Buck's head pushed forward and made her look up at him. His mouth opened a little bit, tongue jabbing out and stirring lewdly in her mouth.

Hot spatters of saliva fell onto Matter-horn's face, as Buck waggled and stirred his tongue around inside of her mouth. It was not what she had expected, or was used to. It was a fairly crude and sloppy thing to do. But that was why she had brought the coach in, to experience the lewdness of an unashamed jock. Her mouth just closed tight around the tongue and sucked on it.

Buck pumped Matter-horn's mouth for a bit more before he withdrew his tongue with a loud, wet slurp. “Guess you want something else.”

Matter-horn awkwardly and a little stiffly dipped her head to kiss Buck's throat. She licked her way up and over his chin, copying something she had seen before. “Well, you're very handsome. Your muscular construction is extremely impressive and I would imagine you excel at the physical arts, particularly the carnal.”

Buck looked on Matter-horn for a moment, a blank look on his features. “Do you want to fuck or not?”

“Yes! Yes...” Matter-horn nodded eagerly, coughing into a hoof to regain her composure. “You're well-sculpted and I want to make use of that. I needed a quintessential jock and you fit the bill.”

“Let's see what else I can fit,” Buck said with a sly smile.

“A stallion of action, I see, just like a proper jock,” Matter-horn said with a grin and wink.

“Well, yeah, been a jock all my life. I knew girls like you, but I didn't think...” Buck started, before Matter-horn silenced him with a hoof.

“Not thinking is half the reason I want to see what you're like at this,” Matter-horn said with a grin and a wink. She turned around and showed her slim ass to Buck. She wasn't sculpted like Zapp, she just ate sensible meals and had genes to make a body with a slender overall figure. Her sex was quite moist, framed by the thighs that glistened with unaccustomed sweat.

Buck clopped closer to Matter-horn, heavy, dropped dick slapping meatily against his belly. The sound rang around the room, as did his grunts. He leans down to shove his blocky snout against Matter-horn's juicy sex, his tongue sliding out to lap over it. He took a few long, hard swiped, rubbing his lips and teeth against the heated folds every few licks. “I can do it without thinking. That's easy.”

“Mount me! Ignore any doubts, questions and concerns and mount me,” Matter-horn cried, shaking her rear a little against Buck's face. She considered something for a moment and added, “I'm clean! Don't worry about that.”

Buck slurped a few more times over Matter-horn's lips, concluding with a lip-press on her clit. “Alright. But if you collapse you asked for it.” He reared up and landed on top of Matter-horn. Or would have had his thick front legs not touched the floor. Her lowered front end and general small stature meant Buck was capable of mounting without resting on her back. His hips swung strongly, stabbing his blunt-topped pole at the air, and occasionally hitting Matter-horn's backside with the strength of a spank.

Matter-horn cried out, in a combination of surprise and lust. Her front half went down more while her rear pushed up more. Her rear legs stepped out even more, to give her the ideal tripod stance. “H-hook your legs, grab me. Even if you do collapse me you can hold me up with your hind legs.”

Buck thumped and spanked Matter-horn with his rigid pole a few more times before he made contact with her sopping passage. The fat crown was quite outsized compared to the space it wanted to enter. But his burly hips worked with hard thrusts, forcing the blunt mushroom through the constricting opening.

Matter-horn thrust her ass back, hard, adding another inch of penetration all on her own while she gave a high, delighted squeal. Her snug passage clamped down, pulling and squeezing the thick cock, intent on drawing it deeper into the warm tunnel. “I'm a super!” She gasped out. “Hammer me! I won't get hurt, just feel sore in the morning!”

Buck responded with a deep grunt, forelegs curling up to take a firm hold of Matter-horn's sides. He pulled back slightly, lifting her a little as he shifted his weight to his rear legs. Each thrust of his hips pounded another bit of his length into Matter-horn's packed pussy, while jostling her body hard. He used his forelegs as extra muscle, dragging down on Matter-horn to stuff himself in good and hard.

Matter moaned loud and high, head thrown about in delight. Her walls were stretched, and squeezed down on the throbbing length out of a natural tightness as well as concentrated compression. “Yes! Ride me! Ride me like the muscle-minded jock you are! This is what you missed in math class! Give me all your strength!”

Buck didn't take issue with the descriptor. He liked an eager mare, and his muscles were a point of pride. He showed just what kind of muscles he had by squeezing down on Matter-horn's sides all the harder, and working his forelegs to pull and push her body off and on his turgid tool. He rammed her down to the base of his pole then yanked her up to the tip, making sure his medial ring loudly slurped as it passed through her entrance.

Matter-horn's eyes rolled up in her head and her mouth hung open, tongue all but flopped out. The brainless lust of Buck's fucking was fresh and exciting. He was delivering every ounce of strength he had, drilling away at her clenching tunnel like he was trying to strike oil. His grip, and the rock-solid thump of his hips, would have bruised a normal mare, but her superpowered robustness ensured she was not feeling the effects. They just added to the hard, unthinking rutting. “Harder! Stop holding back! Show me your muscles!”

Buck wordlessly obliged, his lust-clouded brain on auto-pilot and responding only to cues that were easy to understand. He pushed his body forward, hard, resting on Matter-horn's back and freeing his legs from the duty of support. His put all his strength into thrusts, muscles working like coiled springs. He drew back and slammed forward again, hammering into her, loudly slapping his hips off of her slender ass. His heavy and long-hanging nuts swung low, momentum and size carrying them to her belly, where them thumped firmly against Matter-horn's modest, milk-swollen teats.

Matter-horn's legs trembled as she carried Buck's lustfully thrusting form, screams and squeals of utter delight pouring from her mouth as she got a mindless rutting. Buck was like an instinct-driven animal, and all his unrestrained strength was being used to great effect, giving her the hammering of her life.

Fili-second, for her part, was making her way down the corridors of the HQ, talking to herself. She was moving at what was, for her, a very glacial pace. “Between Jo and Mare-velous getting married, Matter-horn and Zapp having sex, Mane-iac and the new arrivals... there's just no focus available for a cheery party nut.”

She entered a large meeting room with a metal oval table and walls of dark computer screens. In that room were six males of toned and strong construction. Three midnight blue stallions, a unicorn, a pegasus and an earth pony; a tall-bodied puce Dimaond Dog; a darkly furred buffalo bull; and a light gray donkey. All six were clothed in matching yellow bodysuits. The earth pony stood up when Fili entered and smiled. “Well hello. So you're the liaison?”

Fili giggled at that and waved a hoof. “That's so... formal! And stuffy. Zapp hired you but she's a little busy right now, she lost at poker and has to have unprotected sex with an accountant. Matter-horn's the wedding planner and could help but she hired a personal trainer so she could have sex with him. I'm the only one not going through character development or raunchy sex right now.”

The casual statement left the whole crew looking quite nonplussed. The earth pony shook his head and continued. “Well... at least we're working with someone with a good sense of humor. I'm Rock. My associates, Rail, Rush, Rex, Rumble and Rod.” The named ones nodded in turn, unicorn, pegasus, Dog, buffalo and donkey. “And we're Big Shots. I guess we're up for consideration for a party?”

“Yupyupyup!” Fili chirped, rushing around the six males to get a look from all angles. “Zapp's in charge of Mare-velous' bachelorette party. It was a tough choice but she wanted it raunchy rather than crazy. I do cray-cray, she does way-hey!”

The men all laughed and winked at one another, nudging each other and nodding some. “Well now, that's our specialty. We give the bride a little show and her friends get to be completely shameless for a night,” Rock said.

“See, I would have just rented a club, hired two DJs and loaded us up on booze and frosted things. Zapp is the one that knows where to get the best eye-candy. I'm kind of surprised that she thought to get you!” Fili said.

“And, uh, why is that, exactly?” Rush asked.

“Because this is the kind of brilliant thing that Matter-horn would do, not Zapp. Thanks to local conditions this is a perfect group. Mare-velous is marrying a donkey, Radiance is seeing a Diamond Dog, Saddle is seeing a minotaur, which is a kind of bovine, and then three ponies for me, Matter-horn and Zapp! It's all our personal tastes!” Fili squeaked out, rushing around the group again to admire their bodies in the tight outfits.

“We're diverse, to suit every taste. Looks like we fit it just right,” Rock said with a confident sweep of his dark mane.

“You just need a dragon. Mane-iac is all cuckoo for Hum Drum, rather than just regular cuckoo like she used to be. But six out of seven is super! I think you might get the job,” Fili said with a big smile.

“'Might'? You just said we were perfect,” Rod said with some incredulity.

“Oh, well you look good and you're probably very talented, but since I get to pick I'll judge my own way,” Fili said. She once more zipped to the six men but ran amongst them rather than around them. While fractions of a second passed for them, her super-sped senses registered some rather languid moments. She found and worked the catches on their bodysuits, peeling them open and as far off as she could get without forcibly manipulating their limbs. She also stripped her own outfit off, letting her whole mane bounce free and liberating her sweets-fattened flanks. Her metabolism may have been a superpowered blur, but her fat deposits were genetic. She returned to her position, naked and with a serious case of bedroom eyes. “The fun way.”

The men all gave a blink from the rush of air and the blur that was Fili. They looked down at themselves on seeing Fili was nude, and saw all of their outfits were wide open. They were professionals about it, shrugging off their bodysuits and leaving them in simple, bright yellow, extremely bulged thongs. Rock struck a pose, the others following suit. “Gotta do a casting couch for this job, eh? Sounds good.”

Fili zipped over to Rex and pushed her face up solidly against his crotch, letting the bulging posing pouch bounce and bobble against her grinning face. “Mmm, I've never been done by a Dog before. This feels good...” Her thick tongue dragged slowly over the lycra attire, tracing over the curved tube and the large ovoid nuts behind it.

Rex was about to put his hands on the back of Fili's head, but he found her gone. She had stuffed herself beneath Rumble and was rubbing the bridge of her snout over the generous, hanging yellow pouch. Her tongue slurped slowly over that as well, in the rear, tracing along the cleft between the two heavy stones. With another blur she was gone again, coming back into view with her tongue sliding along Rod's yellow thong. Before her tongue had even finished sliding up the tube of his sheath she was away licking at Rock's, then then Rush's and Rail's.

“I think we should cut to the chase,” Rex said, his undergarment already starting to plump up and bulge. He hooked his thumbs into the strings, pulling forward and down, in a smooth and practiced motion. The half-stiff Dog dick bounced into view, his dark puce nuts resting against his thighs.

The other men followed suit in their own ways. Rumble flexed his muscles in a particular way and stomped his rear legs, the thong sliding off on its own. Rod did a similar bit of flexing and moving, then heaved a double-leg kick at the air, sending his thong flying off. Rail used his magic to make the material simply vanish and reappear on Fili's snout. Rush did a flip and roll in the air, using a hoof to whip off his thong and toss it at Fili as he landed.

Rock stood on his hind legs, and hopped his way forward, making the bulging pouch wobble and shake around wildly. He approached Fili, who was standing still for the moment. He got right up in her face, thrusting himself at her, showing off his swelling length, which had risen past the top of the material. “Peel it down with your teeth,” he grunted out.

Fili didn't even bother to take the discarded thongs off of her face as she complied. Her pearly whites gripped the top of the thong, while her snout pressed firmly against the plumping, swelling pony pole. Her excited breath puffed hotly over the semi-soft shaft, and she rubbed it up and down a little bit.

She followed through eventually, however. She dragged the stretchy material down slowly, her velvety snout following through. She gave a quick nuzzle to the base of his shaft, right at the point where balls met sheath. She also snuffled directly over his testicles when she passed them, warming them with her breath and sucking in big lungfuls of musky air.

Her teeth released as the thong reached Rock's legs, and slipped smoothly down to the ground. She buried her face in his crotch again, and moaned as she filled her scenes with the scent of arousal. Her open mouth wrapped around his testicles, the cavernous pie-hole able to draw in both heavy spheres and suckle strongly while she ground her snout on his flesh and had her eyes rolling back into her head.

No words were needed for the coordination of a gang bang. The guys knew how to work together. Rex was already behind Fili, one hand holding her tail base, the other grinding his strong fingers between her thighs. His knuckles ground at the dewy folds of her sex, and the rounded, blunt nubs of his claws flicked teasingly at the eager bulge of her clit.

A few passes of knuckles and claws and his head leaned in. His tongue bathed her backside in warmth, and pressed in with a surprising strength. Sex and sphincter were washed in the slick saliva, the firm and flexible muscle offering her puffy ring a flick before focusing on the real prize. He lavished attention on the hot slit, practically slapping his tongue down hard on the plump muff.

He parted the sticky petals and roughly stuffed his questing tongue down into Fili's depths, earning a ball-muffled squeal of pleasure from her. He pulled her tail higher, without hurting her, and placed a hand on a fattened flank to steady himself. His nose ground against the slick space below her ass, huffing out hot breaths to tease the saliva he had left with his licking.

The oral attention from behind made Fili slurp loud and lewd over the nuts in her mouth, her improbably broad tongue sliding around them over and over, rubbing slowly. She pulled her head back to release them with an audible 'pop', giving them a parting lick to gather up some of of the saliva left behind. She didn't miss a beat, but slipped the wide tongue up Rock's pole, sliding around his mushroom crown when she reached the top and planting a kiss on it.

Her soft, plump, pillow-like lips wrapped securely around the flared head of the cock, and she once more began to suckle strongly, while sending her tongue to bathe over the flesh. She ground the tip of her tongue against his cum-channel, groaning through her nose as the first fitful spit of salty precum spattered over her tastebuds. She sucked harder for a moment, rewarded with a throaty groan from Rock and another, more substantial, squirt of musky precum over her teasing tongue.

Rex drew his tongue from Fili with a slow deliberateness, and lapped once more up and over her anus. He rose up to a squat, slapping his heavy erection up against her clit, bouncing off of her button and getting another squeal. He didn't tease after that, just mashed his rounded cockhead against the freshly licked lips and slammed forward, driving in half his length with a singly hard thrust.

Fili responded by clapping down with all her might, walls constricting over the thick piece of Dog meat. She also thrust her head downward, gagging on purpose as Rock's head made contact with her throat. Her fat, flattish tongue slithered from her mouth and swirled around the throbbing flesh, her puffy lips meeting his medial ring in a lewd kiss, broken by sudden, needy thrusts from Rock.

She see-sawed herself between the two horny men, both of whom had lost themselves in moans and grunts of pleasure and effort. She choked down the plump pony pole, working her way down towards the bottom, while Rex rammed and reamed her pulling passage. She drew the Dog dick deep, until his muscular hips were slapping solidly off of her thick butt. Her milky teats bounced and jostled under her, a little liquid dripping from the nipples.

As Fili worked the two horndogs up into a frenzy she briefly looked past Rock, when she could, to the others eagerly waiting their turn. If she worked them right she could probably get off at least once, maybe twice, before she rendered them too sore and exhausted to move. Then she'd hire them. It wasn't much, but it was at least a little attention.