Boomie trotted along with his brother and their mares, his head swiveling all over. He couldn't get enough of Ponyville's strange scenery. Supposedly, they were going out for a walk in a brand new place for the sake of the mares, to get them some exercise and novelty ... but Boomie was enjoying it as much as they were – probably a lot more than some of them. He'd only ever been here once before, and he'd only been on the ground three times in his life.

Cloudsdale still hovered overhead, and it was scheduled to stay over Ponyville and provide shade for another three days, so there would be plenty of time to explore. Still, Boomie couldn't help but stare at all the new things. “Ooh! What's that big green thing?”

Rainbow Dash chuckled and nuzzled her nose in behind his ear. “That's called a tree, remember?”

“What's it for?”

She stopped walking and stared at it for a long moment. “I dunno,” she said with a shrug.

As they resumed their walk, Boomie shook his head. Ground ponies were weird. He still didn't quite have the hang of walking on this 'grass' stuff, either. It looked all spiky and painful, not like nice, soft clouds, but it was actually scratchy and rustley with a really firm layer underneath.

Of course, the scenery wasn't the only thing drawing his eyes. He was near the back of their little group, with his three fillies right in front of him, and Goddess above, was it a view! Scootaloo's pristine little fillyhood on the left bumped with her every step, with a delightful tiny jiggle each time. On the right, Zipporwhill could hardly stay on the ground – she flitted up and down and all over the place. It was her first visit to the ground, after all, a fact that made him feel strangely well-traveled and highly informed about the ground ponies he knew nothing about. In between those two, Fireball trotted. Her gait had a little twitch in it, and as her tail swished back and forth, it revealed a tell-tale dripping from her perfect little white mound. She would need to be serviced soon.

Boomie felt a twitch of his own at the thought of it. He loved nothing more than taking care of them.

Of course, it wasn't an easy job. Besides the three who were his direct responsibility, Rainbow Dash followed along right next to him, and she was probably hanging so close because she wanted a little for herself. And, of course, he had plenty of eye candy up ahead: Blaze's mares, Flitter and Cloudchaser, along with his father's mares, Feather Hop, Swirley, and of course his mother, Cloudy Daze. All of them, for just him and his brother to take care of... All those delicious rumps, bouncing in front of him as they walked along. His eyes strayed to his mother's, to the thin line of pink between her big, fluffy pussy lips.

Right. He shook himself out of it. He'd need to take care of Fireball first, at least. There was no way he was going to neglect his own three mares.

Breeding season wasn't over yet, and – as Blaze had explained to him – their little sojourn onto the ground wasn't purely for entertainment purposes, or even for exercise. They'd also find plenty of new ponies down here, including some stallions to help keep their mares happy during their season. Thankfully, since the seasons changed at different times in different towns, here it was autumn, and the local mares wouldn’t be in heat. That meant there would be plenty of stallions around with a little extra steam to blow off.

Fireball stopped in her tracks for the briefest of moments and her pussy convulsed, winking her clit out and dribbling a tiny splash of sparkling lube before she set off again, too distracted by the scenery to beg for his cock. These mares could use a little extra 'steam'.

There were some other ponies around now, going this way and that, most of them on a few single strips of dirt going different directions. Many of them were staring at the group of pegasus ponies. Most of the stallions going by began to dangle as they saw the group of mares in heat, some of them stopping to watch them go by.

Blaze led their little band to the base of another huge tree, this one right next to a fork in those dirt strips where three of them met in the same place. “We'll stop here by this tree and rest for a while,” he said. “I'm sure plenty of interesting ponies will come by.”

So that's what trees were for! Now Boomie understood why the ground ponies made so many of them.

While the mares sat and laid down in postures varying from 'innocently seductive sprawl' to 'presenting myself for immediate fucking', Blaze took sat and leaned against the pillar of the tree. “Now we just need to wait. Plenty of ponies will—”

“No waiting!” Cloudy Daze jumped up on his lap and straddled him, wiggling her ample hips onto his crotch. “Give Mommy some sugar!”

Boomie stared for a moment as he watched his brother's erection slowly grow and slip into their mother. He envied Blaze slightly. Cloudy Daze could be so gooey and warm inside when she was horny.

He had his own problems, of course. Scootaloo pounced him, knocking him to the ground and somehow rolling so he ended up on top of her, belly to belly, with his sheath already brushing her fillyhood, which kissed him with warm, sloppy winks. It looked like maybe Fireball wasn't the most desperate of his fillies after all. No matter. He knew he could give Scootaloo a good filling and still be ready to please Fireball within half an hour or so.

“You go, guy!” A random passerby yelled as his hardening cock slipped into Scootaloo's barely-developed flower.

He looked up, thinking the call was for him, but it wasn't. An earth pony stallion was sitting just under the tree, almost still in the road. His coat was brown and his mane a darker brown, with an hourglass for a cutie mark – Flitter and Cloudchaser were eagerly fellating him, slathering all over his big cock and clinging to it as if they had a magnetic attraction.

Scootaloo was as tender a mare as ever, and the needy clutching of her sloppily wet pussy quickly brought Boomie toward his climax. He always loved tending to his own barely-mature fillies the most, not just because their tiny little love tunnels were the tightest, most eager he'd ever had, but because they were his, and he was theirs. They were perfect for each other – the Princess of Love said so!

Boomie looked deep into Scootaloo's beautiful purple eyes as he emptied himself as deep as he could inside her clenching and spasming pussy. She lifted her head up and kissed him on the nose just as her own orgasm rocked through her, making her spasm all over and flooding Boomie's crotch with wet warmth.

They stayed there, laying on the ground and looking into each other's eyes for a long time, still interlocked, still touching each other in the most intimate way possible.

* * *

Boomie sat against the tree next to Zipporwhill, his slickened hoof under her ass and idly playing with her pussy lips as she nearly purred, semi-napping against his side.

The trip had been a great success already. Dad's mares had already been taken care of multiple times by passing strangers, and Blaze was busy double-teaming his own two mares, Flitter and Cloud Chaser, with the help of a big red stallion. Every time one of them – mare or stallion – came, they switched, and the mares seemed unable to get enough of it. Those two were certainly going to be satisfied for a while after this!

He was easily recovered enough to take care of Fireball now, but the filly had begun running around and playing with Scootaloo, and he didn't have the heart to interrupt them. They looked like they were having such a good time trying out their running skills on a totally new surface. If Fireball wasn't right up next to him begging for a cock inside her, then she wasn't so desperate that she needed to be interrupted. He'd let her decide when she was ready.

But then, a most unusual group of ponies came down the road alongside. A pure white stallion, both his mane and tail completely colorless, led a group of eight mares, most of them also white, and all of them with collars and leashes trailing up to be wrapped around one of the stallion's front hooves. He either didn't have a cutie mark, or that was white too. His pale blue eyes gave him the only color on his whole body.

They were passing by without a second glance, and Boomie noticed that a few of the mares – even though Ponyville's heat season hadn't started yet – were badly in need of attention and apparently not getting it.

They all halted, suddenly, when the stallion noticed something. He was staring toward Boomie's family, staring at Scootaloo and Fireball running around Cloud Chaser and in between Flitter's legs. Scootaloo narrowly avoided getting doused with cum as the big red stallion climaxed again.

The white stallion stayed for a long moment, just staring. Finally, he glanced around the family, his eyes finally coming to rest on Boomie. “Good afternoon,” he said, “I am Snowmane, owner and curator of the largest and finest collection of white-furred mares in all of Equestria. Allow me to introduce you to them: Rarity, with that lovely mane of hers; Vinyl Scratch, the one with the headphones; Surprise, that pegasus with a yellow mane; White Lightning, the earth pony with a thundercloud on her flank; and Redheart, who volunteers at Ponyville hospital. There's also Octavia and Blossomforth, the grey earth pony and the cream-colored pegasus, respectively.”

“Um...” Boomie stared at him and his mares, struggling to take it all in. “Hi.” The proper response hit him a moment later. “I'm Rainboomer.”

“Hm yes, quite. I must admit I am very much captivated with that white filly with the orange mane. Is she one of yours?”

“Yes, she's mine!” Boomie surprised himself with the possessive surety in his voice.

“Excellent!” Snowmane sauntered over, releasing most of his mares, but pulling the grey one along by her leash. The mare came willingly enough, but the stallion still used the leash to direct her. “If I may propose a trade... Octavia here has a lovely singing voice and great talent at stringed instruments.” The unicorn winked. “And she has other talents as well.”

Boomie shook his head. “I've gotten kind of attached.”

“I simply cannot take no for an answer,” Snowmane replied, using his magic to tug another mare over to him by her leash. “What if I traded two mares for your lovely filly? Blossomforth here may not be pure white, so she's not the best for my collection, but she has incredible flexibility you have to see to believe. She'll do things for you you've never seen any mare do before!”

Seeing the commotion, Blaze and his two mares had finally ended their revelries and come over to watch, sending the red stallion off with their blessing and more than a few kisses. “Sounds like a pretty sweet deal,” Blaze said, “but you should be careful – there's no taking it back once it's done.”

Boomie was wavering, a horrible swirling of indecision and doubt in his gut, so distracted that he forgot to keep twiddling his hoof against Zipporwhill's pussy. This was an incredible deal – two mares for one! – and he'd probably never see another like it in his lifetime. But could he bear to part with Fireball? They'd only been together a couple months, but already he felt like they were inseparable. But maybe he'd also start feeling that way about the new mares soon, and what if he ended up regretting passing up on it for the rest of his life? But what if he regretted giving up Fireball for the rest of his life?

He held his hooves to his head. “Augh! I don't know! I can't decide.”

Snowmane smiled. “Just relax for a moment, lad. Here, how about we just swap temporarily, as a trial run? We can each test out each other's offerings, and then we'll both know better if we want to keep them.”

Scootaloo and Fireball came to a stop near the assembled group, staring on just like Blaze's mares.

“I...” Boomie was quiet for a long moment, thinking. “I guess it can't hurt as long as it's just temporary. We can do that at least. It's just for a few minutes, right?”

Snowmane nodded. “Just long enough for each of us to try out the other's mares.”

“Okay.”

“Excellent!” Snowmane solemnly gave the ends of two leashes to Boomie, laying them in his hooves. “Take good care of them, Rainboomer.” He then looked over at Fireball. “Come now, little filly. Have you ever had a full-size stallion before?”

Fireball shook her head in a very tiny motion, staring at him with her mouth in a tiny circle.

“Come on then, you're in for a treat.”

Boomie's eyes followed the two leashes he was holding and soon fixed themselves upon the two beautiful mares at the ends of them. The grey mare was glancing back over her shoulder at Snowmane's group, but the cream colored pegasus with her odd pink and green mane looked at him with a sparkle in her eyes and a big smile on her face that made her cheeks dimple.

The two of them came a little closer, and the grey began to pay attention to him, too. Her eyes looked him up and down, and she didn't look very impressed.

“Um, hi, girls,” Boomie said. “Your names were Octavia and Blossom Fourth, right?”

The cream-colored one laughed. “Blossomforth.”

“Are we going to get started or not?” Octavia asked. “We're not getting any younger.”

Boomie blinked. “Um, sure... Yeah.” He thought for an awkwardly quiet moment, trying to come up with some smooth way to continue, but nothing came. “How about you two... uh, show me what you've got?” He had to stop himself from wincing at his own awkwardness. He didn't really know what was expected of him here, but he had a feeling that these mares – especially Octavia – would tell him off savagely if he didn't meet those expectations he knew nothing about.

Octavia nodded and spun around, presenting her ass to Boomie with her tail lifted high and her legs tightly together. Her plush cheeks squeezed her soft treasure between them, making it bulge out a little and press tightly together.

Blossomforth followed a moment later, playfully slapping her own butt up against the side of Octavia's, making Octavia's jiggle. Her own, though, didn't jiggle at all. She was lean and lithe, skinny around the middle. He could see the curves and indents within the well-defined muscles of her ass. When her tail lifted and flopped over Octavia's back, though, it revealed the most luscious-looking pussy Boomie had ever seen. It looked so soft and indulgent, and its big, puffy lips opened slightly all on their own, showing him a thin, inviting slit of deep pink.

“Like what you see?” Blossomforth asked. Her pussy gave him a little wink, spilling a drop onto the ground.

“You two are amazing.”

“You haven't seen anything yet! Which one of us do you want to fuck first?” Blossomforth's words must have been doing something inside Octavia, however much the grey mare wanted to hide it. Her dark-grey entrance winked open wide for a moment.

Without saying anything, Boomie stepped over to them, reached up, and touched both of their pussies. They were warm and silky soft, Octavia's firmer and delightful to feel responding to his pressure, Blossomforth's utterly yielding and winking wetly open against the soft underside of his hoof. He let his hooves trail damply from there across their asses, reveling in the buttery soft fur of Octavia's and the hard, sleek muscles of Blossomforth's. “Well, if we're doing a tryout, then I kind of want to know how good the two of you are at blowjobs, I guess.”

The two mares turned on him in an instant, startling him in his nervousness, and he fell backward onto his rump.

That seemed to suit them just fine. They pounced down on him, burying their faces into his exposed crotch. He'd been enjoying the sight and the feel of them, but not for very long, and it wasn't that long since he'd been pumping Scootaloo full of cream, so he wasn't exactly fully aroused yet, not in a physical sense. He was only barely beginning to bulge out of his sheath.

It didn't slow them down for even a moment, though. Octavia quickly took the little exposed nub of his cock into her mouth, pressing her lips against his sheath. Blossomforth went lower, giving the crease between his balls a long, sensuous lick, then rubbing her muzzle all over them. That mare just couldn't get enough, and her tongue explored every inch of his sack as she nuzzled herself deep into his crotch.

That was definitely getting the job done, and he could feel his cock growing ... but he couldn't see it, because however much it expanded, Octavia kept her lips planted against his sheath. She gently suckled and swallowed, pulling it deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes were gently closed and she seemed totally absorbed in her task.

Below, Blossomforth managed to get one of his balls most of the way into her mouth, and she rolled it gingerly against her tongue. She looked up at Boomie as she did it, barely able to meet his eyes around the side of Octavia's head, and she wiggled her hips back and forth happily.

By then, Boomie was fully hard and still Octavia hadn't broken contact with his sheath. When Blossomforth pulled away from him, though, she did too. It slid out of her mouth slowly, dripping onto her chin as more and more of it slid out of her. Finally, his cock popped free from her lips, and she let it rest against her outstretched tongue.

Blossomforth moved up along his now-wet cock with her tongue, sliding it up and down its contours as she went. At the same time, Octavia slithered hers down, letting the underside of his shaft rub against her nose as she descended. The two of them began moving up and down, their moist tongues and warm lips plastered against him, doting in tandem upon him, working together to make him moan and squirm. Octavia didn't let his balls go unnoticed. She tenderly fondled them with her hoof, playing with them as they slid and rolled across its soft inner surface.

Boomie, twitching and tingling from their work, reached down and grabbed their leashes. A tug on each one was enough to get them perfectly in tandem, kissing each other with the roundness of his cock in between their mouths. Another tug on the leashes pulled them down – they rose back up again on their own.

Movement caught his eye in the middle distance. Snowmane was having his way with Fireball. She was underneath him on her back, facing his tail, and she was stretching her neck up in order to nuzzle into his dangling balls. Her legs – all four of them – were wrapped around his big, thick cock, and she was humping against it, rubbing her pussy against his tip even as she continued to lick his hanging orbs.

He kept tugging on the leashes for almost as much as he could take. His tip was flaring and leaking a trickle of pre-cum, but he hadn't even tried out either pussy yet.

Blossomforth moaned slightly around the flesh filling her mouth. He finally noticed that she was touching herself, gyrating her hoof between her back legs even as he pulled her up and down for more oral.

That was enough. It was getting too close! He pulled both leashes up and away, pulling the mares away from his cock. They were reluctant to give it up, clutching and reaching for it, but he was able to pull them away.

A thin strand of saliva connected Octavia's mouth to his medial ring, but she didn't seem to notice. Instead, she looked up at him, her impassive purple gaze piercing into him. “It's not very big, not compared to a full-grown stallion.” As she spoke, the strand wiggled and broke free, most of it falling onto his cock. “You're entirely sure you can satisfy the both of us with it?”

He wasn't sure at all, but he was definitely going to do his best. “You bet I can!” For the first time, he realized that he might be getting tested out here as much as the mares were. Could he satisfy both of them? Well, a little confidence never hurt. “You first!”

She tossed her head, flicking her mane over her other shoulder, and she turned around to present him with her ass. Her tail flipped entirely over her back in a showy curl, leaving her tender marehood on full display. Her passive boredom had to at least be partly an act, because she was soaked. Her pussy was dripping a constant trickle of syrupy, glistening wetness that followed the pert curve of her pussy lips and then flowed down her inner thighs.

Not wasting any time, he reared up and set his front hooves down on her plush ass, squeezing it and playing with it as he moved himself up into position. Even straining as high as he could get, his tip was just barely brushing against her entrance. It was making her wink like crazy and douse his cock with her mare nectar, but he wasn't getting inside her that way... He couldn't wait until he grew tall enough to take a full-grown mare in a more natural position.

Grabbing the leash in his teeth, he pulled back on it. She must have understood, because she leaned back and squatted down, pushing herself down onto him. Her firm pussy lips pliantly spread open around him, and his tip slid into her. Goddess, she was warm! And tight too, tight enough to really surprise him. Was she being neglected by that white-fur-obsessed stallion?

Boomie thrust upward and plunged into the grey mare. His cock quickly disappeared inside her dripping love tunnel, sliding deep inside her with hardly any resistance. He could feel the inside edges of her ass cheeks rubbing against the sides of his cock as he pressed further and further inside.

By the time he bottomed out, Octavia was trembling and panting. He grabbed her wide hips and started pulling her up and down. Every time, he pulled out almost completely, and he tilted his hips when he pushed back in so his tip would press against her g-spot on its way back in.

Blossomforth buried her head in between Octavia's thighs, licking determinedly at her friend's clit as Boomie pounded in and out. Good, that would help bring Octavia to completion, something that seemed far more important to him now than he thought it would have when they started.

It didn't take long. After a few more thrusts, Blossomforth latched onto Octavia's clit and sucked it in between her lips.

That pushed Octavia over the edge. She moaned loudly and arched her back even further, her inner walls clenching around Boomie inside as her juices sprayed outside. He rammed himself inside as deep as he could and rode her convulsing ass for all he was worth, feeling that delectably firm pussy grasp at him and try to milk him dry.

He didn't let himself cum, though. He had to save some for Blossomforth.

Octavia was beginning to calm down and catch her breath a little when Boomie heard Fireball scream.

He jerked his head up and saw her immediately. She was underneath Snowmane again, but this time she was right side up and facing the same way as him. He'd mounted her, obviously, but she was so small that her head barely poked out between his front legs.

Fireball clenched her eyes shut and opened her mouth in another loud scream as the big stallion rolled his hips into her. As her scream ended, though, the corners of her mouth turned up in a big smile, and her tongue lolled out. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and when Snowmane humped again, she just smiled more and let her eyes drift closed. She was enjoying the brutal fucking ... enjoying it a lot, by the looks of it. The little filly screamed again, but this time the scream had words: “Oh yes! Oh yes! Aah!”

Octavia brought his attention back by pulling herself off of him. She pulled away without hesitation, without seeming to notice his long slide out of her, though her pussy definitely noticed. It winked madly and dribbled more juices out onto his shaft as his tip popped free.

Blossomforth quickly pushed Octavia out of her way, then rolled onto the ground, belly up, her head facing toward Boomie.

He was confused about what she was trying to do – did she want another blowjob? It looked like she was getting in position to let him fuck her throat. But when she curled up, Boomie began to understand. She lifted her ass up over her head and laid her mouth right between her legs, brushing her little teats up against her throat, and she did it all so compactly that her wide-spread legs were right at his level.

Mounting her, he wrapped his front hooves around her thighs and thin waist, grabbing her tight. Her open mouth was tempting, so he pressed himself into that waiting orifice first.

Blossomforth took him eagerly, gulping down his cock in this insane blowjob, not even complaining as he thrust himself into her throat, fucking her face with abandon.

But as he looked down, just above her hard-working mouth, he could see her amazingly plush pussy. It was slowly and ever-so-slightly pulsing every time he shoved his cock in her mouth, and it often dripped little milky drops onto his cock, where they soon found their way inside her mouth. How could he ignore such lovely-looking mare parts?

Without hesitation, he pulled himself out of her throat and thrust himself right back into her, but just a little bit higher, plunging her own saliva deep into her pussy. She was so tender inside, and so incredibly warm. Her inner flesh yielded to him completely, wrapping him in a hot, soothing softness. He could feel his cock bending strangely a little, following the contour of her tightly curled body, but in that plush tunnel, it didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

The warmth and wetness seemed to spread impossibly across his crotch, as if even his balls were dipping into her. Only after he began to slowly thrust in and out did he realize she was licking his sack below even as he fucked her pussy. He slowed down even more, pulling in and out ever so gently, never taking his balls out of her tongue's reach.

She used her mouth to full effect on him – he could feel every last bit of her warm wet tongue and lips on him. Blossomforth's pussy juices flowed freely down his sheath, and she lapped them up eagerly.

Octavia wasn't about to be left out, either. She came up behind him, slipping upside down between his legs and tucking her head in between his thighs tightly enough that she moved with his every thrust into Blossomforth. She kissed and licked and slurped, pressing his balls into Blossomforth's mouth and suckling them in turn when they swung back.

Boomie groaned. Their mouths were giving him an amazing tingling sensation he'd never felt before, and it felt like his whole crotch was being dipped in warm water ... only better, because they were actively trying to please him, caressing his every surface. Even Blossomforth's pussy clutched at him rhythmically, massaging his deeply-buried cock.

Blossomforth sucked one nut entirely into her mouth, and Octavia took the other. Together, they suckled him, coaxing out the cum they craved from those full, heavy orbs.

Unable to take any more, Boomie let himself go with a grunt. Both mares moaned slightly as they felt his balls clench against their tongues, and he released his flood deep inside Blossomforth. It just kept coming and coming, spurt after spurt. He hadn't come like this in a long time, but the two mares didn't let up, milking him for all he had, and then milking him for even more.

Twitch after twitch, pulse after pulse disappeared into Blossomforth's waiting pussy, splattering against her womb deep inside. Her inner walls gave one final clench, and she came too, spraying a mix of Boomie's cum and her own juices all over Octavia's face and her own.

Both of them pulled free in order to catch more of it in their mouths, and only then did Boomie's orgasm finally die down into a last few fitful spurts. He stayed put deep inside her for a moment while he caught his breath, and then pulled out of her slowly, letting the two of them lick each bit of his cock clean as it emerged. When his tip finally pulled free, it released a fat splatter of white cum that coated their lips and muzzles as they tried to catch it in their mouths.

After a confused moment of untangling themselves, they finally all stood again, facing each other.

“Not bad,” Octavia said. “Could have been better, but not bad.”

Blossomforth laughed loudly, a little cum dribbling from her lip as she did. “Don't listen to her, you did great! That was awesome! I like it when Snowmane fucks me, but his balls are too big to get in my mouth. That was fun!”

Octavia rolled her eyes and looked away, back toward Snowmane's group. She seemed fixated on one mare in particular, the unicorn with electric blue hair. Vinyl Scratch, was it?

Of course, once his eyes were drawn in that direction, he couldn't help but notice Fireball. She was still underneath him in more or less the same position, but her legs had collapsed and he was just pounding her into the ground. As Boomie watched, the big stallion gave an enormously loud groan and froze, pressing as deeply into her as he could.

A moment later, a white splatter sprayed out behind Fireball's rump. Drops of it landed on Snowmane's back legs, and thick strands of it squirted all over the grass between their legs. That spray came over and over again, each one accompanied by a grunt from Snowmane, until the grass was coated with it.

Finally, they stopped and pulled apart, dripping even more whiteness onto the ground below. It was almost starting to look like a proper cloud in that one little spot.

As soon as those two separated, Fireball waddled back to Boomie. Her back legs were held far apart, and she walked as if she couldn't bend them, but she had a huge, dumb grin on her face. She looked almost drunk with it, her eyes half-lidded and drooping one at a time as she staggered back.

Octavia rushed back toward her group, but was quickly stopped short by her leash, which Boomie belatedly noticed he was standing on. He released it, letting her dart straight to Vinyl. The two of mares embraced each other immediately, caressing each other and nuzzling into each other's necks.

Blossomforth, though, was still making amorous faces toward Blaze and licking her lips. Before long, she moved a little closer and tucked her head under his belly, starting to lick at his wet and flaccid cock.

When he looked up at Octavia and Vinyl again, the two of them were fondling each other. He could see a white hoof moving furtively, tucked between Octavia's legs.

Snowmane tisked to himself. “Well, would you look at that.” He sighed. “I won't be party to breaking up what those two have.”

Boomie tried to focus on him, though it was hard to do so. Blossomforth had taken him fully in her mouth again, and it was starting to get him hard. “So...?”

“Well, I suppose that means I can only offer you Blossomforth. She seems to like you well enough, and you've seen what her flexibility can do. She's a supremely talented mare, and it's still a sweet deal with only her.”

As hard as it was to think while Blossomforth gulped his cock deep into her throat, Boomie looked over at Fireball. Even with that big, dumb grin on her face, and even with some other stallion's cum leaking from her stretched backside, she was adorable. He could feel the string in his heart tugging him toward her, begging him not to let go.

“No deal.”

Snowmane shook his head and sighed. “Oh well. You win some, you lose some, and I suppose there will always be some pure-white mares who I'm not taking my pleasure with. Take Princess Celestia, for example. I've been trying to get her for years, but it just never seems to work out.” He sighed. “Alright, Blossomforth, that's enough, come on.”

Blossomforth stayed right where she was, bobbing her head on Boomie's cock, making little gagging noises as she shoved herself harshly down on it.

“I said come on, Blossomforth! I'll find you another one to suck.” Snowmane grabbed her leash and gave it a tug, and only then did she begrudgingly release Boomie's cock, giving it one final farewell lick.

“Thanks for letting me try them out, though,” Boomie said, just trying to be polite and defuse the awkward situation brewing as the stallion dragged Blossomforth away. “I really enjoyed it.”

“And I greatly enjoyed your little Fireball as well.” Snowmane chuckled, then pulled a business card out of his mane, tossing it expertly through the air to Boomie. “Here, take my card. Write to me if you're ever thinking of changing your mind ... or even if you just want to do a temporary trade again. These two aren't the only talented mares in my collection, after all. You haven't felt anything until you've felt what Fleur here can do with her throat, or seen what Rarity does with her toys.”

Boomie took the card. “I'll keep that in mind. Nice meeting you.”

“The pleasure's all mine,” Snowmane said. “Okay, girls, let's get moving! If we want to get to Hoofington before the sex market closes, we'll have to hurry.”

As Snowmane and his troupe rambled along down the road, Blaze came up next to Boomie, laying a hoof over his little brother's shoulders. “You made a good choice today. You'll come to realize, over time, that what you feel for Fireball on the inside is a lot more important than how even the most talented mare can make you feel on the outside.”

Boomie just smiled and nodded, watching the gaggle of white ponies disappear around a curve in the road.

“Now, do you have enough energy left to take care of Dashie? I kind of used all mine up on giving Feather Hop and Swirley an extra dose.”

Dash must have heard him, because she zipped straight over and started licking Boomie's still-hanging cock.

“Ooh! Ooh!” Scootaloo rushed over as well. “Can I help?”

Boomie smiled. Scootaloo had developed quite a friendship with Dash in their short time together so far. It was often hard to separate the two of them, and no matter what Dash was doing, Scootaloo wanted to be in on it. “Sure,” he said, his cock twitching and hardening as Scootaloo's mouth joined Dash's on it.

After enjoying that for a moment and letting himself get nice and hard again, he jumped up onto Dash's rump as she squatted down a little for his shorter stature. “Okay, Scoots. How'd you like to lick Dashie's clit while I fuck her?”

“Yeah!” Scootaloo smiled wide. “Can you pull out and cum in my mouth?”

Shaking his head, he slowly pressed himself into Dash's pussy. “I should really give Dashie what she needs. You can lick it out of her, though.”

“Awesome!” Scootaloo jumped down between Dash's splayed legs, licking at her friend's teats, clit, and then moving on to Boomie's balls.

Even though he'd already come twice since they'd arrived at the tree, Boomie finished quickly, emptying yet another load into Rainbow dash, dousing her internal fires for just a bit longer and shuddering with the still-incredible feeling of orgasming inside an eager mare.

He sighed contentedly as he dribbled the last bit of his cum into her, even as her pussy clenched around him and Scootaloo tried to coax out more by licking his balls. Life was good, and getting better all the time.

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