The Tale of Bathspounge

Bathspounge awoke in Fluttershy's bed at about four in the afternoon to the feeling of two broad tongues lapping at his flaccid erection. He opened his cyan eyes and looked down at his groin to see two pegasi, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash, bent over and licking all over his penis.

"Really girls?" He asks as he looks down at them, mock disapprovingly, "Do I really new to make a mess of myself this early in the day?"

"Well Bathspounge, it's the same day as it was in the last two chapters, which means you've already fucked Fluttershy until she passed out, which was pretty messy. And when we checked in on you, you had came all over yourself, which is also pretty messy. We're just cleaning you off Spounge, and we don't want anything to go to waste." Rainbow Dash says before sticking out her tongue like the cyan whore she is.

"Well Rainbowdash, I can not argue with that logic," Bathspounge says, putting his hooves behind his head and snuggling into Fluttershy's bed, settling down to let the pair of sluts have their way with his cumsoaked csacking

The two pegasluts (AN: GEDDIT? PEGASUSES + SLUTS = PEGASLUTS.) return to work on his cumhose, licking it up and down, and thus coating it in such an excess of saliva that some trickles down to round the base of his cock, matting down the pale fur around his pubic symphysis and on his huge, puffy nutsack. As his most sedative organ is coated in the hot spittle via the two pegasus broad, equine tongues, he moans loudly, his mouth hanging open and letting a thin stream of his own spit fall to the fur on his chin, and later his chest, matting it down in a way similar to what's happening all over everywhere around the general area of his crouch.

The plural of ‘Pegasus’ is ‘Pegasi’.

"Ladies," Bathspounge moans, "as great as this feels, I'm afraid I'll cum, and then I won't have any to give to the friend of yours whom I'll meat today."

"I've seen you cum before, Bathy, don't try to bullshit me, we all know you could cum enough to impregnate all the mares in Ponyville."

"Firstly: that's probably true. Secondly: can we do that?! And, thirdly: never call me Bathy, ever, again. Okay?" he asks the prismatic-maned athlete.

"Can do, Spoungerino," Rainbow Dash responds.

"That's no better," Bathspounge retorts.

"Spoungicus?"

"Lame."

"Spoungepocalypse?"

"Cool sounding, but longer than my actual name, so what's the point?" Bathspounge asks, too befuddle with Rainbow Dash to care about Fluttershy sucking him off.

"Um, nevermind. Look, tits!" Rainbow Dash yells, grabbing both her and Fluttershy's boobs and pushing them to get her around Bathspounge's tool so that their respective nipples began grinding against each other as they made a tunnel of titties around his cock.

In response to his big floppy horse penis being covered and smothered in big floppy horse breasts, Bathspounge moans like a male banshee getting a titjob.

Loud, high pitched, and foretelling the death of a loved one?

Rainbow Dash continues to force Fluttershy to bounce up and down on the balls of their feet with her, slidding their boobiges up and down Spoungey's length. As the two mares each grab at their respective racks, pushing them together to give Spounge better satisfaction, the grinding motion of their nipples on each other pulls milk from them, trickling out from their swollen areolas and over their collective underboob.

"Hey! Buddy!" the voice inside Bathspounge's head "Can you please fuck Fluttershy's throat? For me?"

“Of course I can, Mr. Inside-My-Head! Open up Fluttershy!” Bathspounge commands. Fluttershy is initially confused, as is Rainbowdash, until she submits herself to him, dropping her jaw and sticking out her tongue. Her eyes fluttering shut (AN: GEDDIT? HER NAME IS FLUTTERshy AND I USED THE WORD FLUTTER.) as she anticipates Spounge’s sick rutting pole slamming down her throat. Bathspounge takes a handful of Fluttershy’s mane in each hand, like pigtails, and uses them like handlebars, riding her front face like a vegan hipster on a bike, only more energetic because Bathspounge was actually built to survive exclusively on plant mater. #shotsfired

Fluttershy struggles at first when her throat gets filled with Spounge, only barely having gotten adjusted to it, but struggles on because she wants him to be happy after how good he had fucked her in the morning. Flutter-Butter melts over Bathspounge’s spoungeicals, leaking salivant as she catches whiff of his musk. The author is writing badly because he’d rather be playing the demo for FN@F2, which HASN’T FUCKING DOWNLOADED YET!!! But he suffers on. Rainbowdash sees that Fluttershy has my dick handled, and so, she goes lower to suck on my nuts, wrapping her arms around the huge --at least a yard across-- sphere and covering a select section in her spittle, making it shine like the god-tier, gold-quality shizzle-nizzle that it is. She then sits down on her cushiony cyan asscheeks before wrapping around her legs around the back of his nut, nuzzling her face into it. She wants nothing more in life than to bask in his musk and to slurp on his balls, contented to be in this position for the rest of her existence, simply pleasuring her stallion and being gifted with the small amounts of sweat she slurps up.

Anyway, Bathspounge cums into Fluttershy now, shot after shot of seed rocketing into her throat-hole with rocket-like force. A quite substantial bulge is formed where the first jet strikes, distending her throat with it’s size and the force behind it. Then, it dissipates as the approximately six gallons of semen flows out of her neck and into her stomach, filling it to bursting off of just that first shot of spectacularly spongy seed.

But that is but one of dozens. And soon, another shot of Bathspounge’s semen-shooter fires off inside her, filling her just as much as the first, if not more so. Soon, she’s overflowing with with essence, raining down on Rainbowdash as she continues sucking on his throbbing balls. Rainbow Dash rises up and pulls Fluttershy off Bathy’s dick, as she’s about to explode and Rainbow still cares for her friend, despite her devotion to Spounge. Fluttershy feels the skin on her stomach stretching and grudgingly lets Rainbow pull her off. The cyan pegaslut (AN: FUCK YOU EDITOR, I DO WHAT I WANT.) replaces the her friend on the end of Bathspounge’s cock, getting filled just as much as her before Bathspounge finally stops ejaculating.

“Well, I’m gonna go fuck your friend who lives at that farm. You have a friend who lives at that farm, right?” Bathspounge asks as he pulls his scrubs back on, sealing them around his massive cock.

Fluttershy gurgles.

“Yep, yep, all is good,” Bathspounge says before leaving the two mares resting on their huge, inflated, insides.

Fluttershy struggles for air.

Bathspounge makes his way to the barn with a little skip in his step from his recent sexual encounter and the lightening of his balls.

Meanwhile, whatever Applejack was doing:

“Ah’m tellin’ ya’ Big Mac, we’d be able ta produce a genetically superino child.” Applejack says in the drawl that, for some reason, my ex-boyfriend asked me to talk in when we made love.

“I dunno, Applejack. Incest ‘cun lead to quite a few holes in tha’ barrel. ‘Sides, yer furgettin’ tha rules’a genetics; ya don’t pass on yer current state ta a foal; only that which ya started out with. A foal we pump out ain’t gonna be bison-buff from the womb.,” Big Mac says like a sexy train made of sexy sledgehammers.

“Ah know that. Thingis, Ah’m going about this logically. Who’s gonna look after this here farm when you or I get up in years?”

“Well, Ah can’t argue with that. Yuh’d have to stop working for a while durin’ the pregnancy.”

“Only fer a month ‘er two!” Applejacks argues.

“Hey guiys! I’m Bathspounge. What’s up?” Bathspounge yells as he rushes up on them.

“Oh hai Bathspounge, what brings you here?” Big Mac asks.

“Honestly? I’m here to fuck your sister,” Bathspounge hollars, not realizing that he’s being weird.

Big Mac can’t think of anything to say, so he remains quiet. However, as it is Applejack’s discussion, she does respond. “Okay, Bathspounge, we’ve never met before. What makes you think I’ll just have sex with you for asking?”

“Well,” Bathspounge starts before realizing he has nothing no real response, “um… Well; all your friends just kinda went with it.”

“Wait! What? Who else have ya been bucking?” AJ asks, outraged.

“Twilight, Fluttershy, Rainbowdash, Luna? Kinda. I’ve got plans for all of them, though.”

“Now wait just an apple-pickin’ minute. Are you the reason that Twilight was gone for all of last week?”

“Yes, actually. We had so much sex, it was really rather impressive how long I lasted.”

“Well, um, I’ve actually been thinking about having children, and if my friends all want it, I suppose I could try you out.”

Big Mac is initially upset that such a faggot will be fucking his sister instead of him, but then he realizes that he can have sex with the milking machine, again.

Applejack lays on her large, four poster bed, attempting to appear sexy for Spounge. She shakes her apply flank for him: her thick, muscular thighs grinding against each other due to their girth and smearing her slick sweat between themselves. Bathspounge slides into bed next to her, wrapping a hoof around her shoulders and snuggling against her as his cock slides from its sheath, the head plopping down on one of Applejack's previously mentioned thighs. Applejack notices this and is impressed by Spounge's size. But as Bathspounge's cock continues to swell, expanding well past Applejack's other thigh, she starts to worry.

"Sugarcube," she starts, breaking their embrace, "how much bigger are y'all gonna get?"

"Oh, well at least a few more feet: Twi has made me quite the sight," Bathspounge replies enthusiastically.

"I don't mean to be rude, sugarcube, but I just don't think you can fit that thing inside me."

"Oh, I'm sure I can make it work," Bathspounge says, pulling Applejack in for another kiss.

"Bathspounge," Applejack says forcefully, pushing him away with a hoof on his chest. "You'll break me if you try ta put that in me."

"Yeah I will," Bathspounge says, nodding as he pulls Applejack toward him.

"No! Ah'll die."

"None of the other mares died."

"Well, Ah can't take a few days off to recover from my sexual encounters like Twi, or Dash, or Fluttershy can; Ah have a farm to tend to." She gets up to leave. "Ah'm sorry Bathspounge. I'm sure you'll make some mare very happy some day, but that mare ain't me," she says before leaving Bathspounge alone in her bedroom with his huge boner.

Bathspounge sighs, rationalism having triumphed again. He stands up and starts toward the door before being stopped by his cock skidding against the floor in front of him. He can't just leave with this thing dangling off of him.

Bathspounge begrudgingly sits down atop his huge, swollen, cum filled balls and leans back, allowing his cock t spring up so he can get himself off. Bathspounge places a hoof on either side of his mammoth meat missile and starts to slowly stroke it; his thoughts more focused on the morose reality than anything sexual. Bathspounge speeds up his hooves and tries to think of something sexy, he just wants to get out of here. He closes his eyes and concentrates on the last time he was with Twilight Sparkle: her moaning and braying as he slams into her, stretching her all to hell with the appendage she gave him. He focuses on how he finally found a use for those wings of hers: handlebars.

And then, Bathspounge cums.

Without a mare to be used as his cum bin, it rockets out of his dick like a geyser, spraying all I've the room and raining down over him like a monsoon. Soon, he finished and stands up, leaving the room with a large cum puddle and a dripping ceiling.

Maybe he can find a mare crazy enough to fuck him in town. But right now, he needs food: maybe a pastry.