Bonus: Reunion

8/30/16 - V1.1 Update:

Minor changes in Paragraph 6.

It is now five-thirty in the afternoon as I sat in my car, my right arm resting on the center compartment while my other is on the steering wheel, my fingers absentmindedly drumming to an unheard tune as I slowly move along with the every day bumper-to-bumper traffic.  I am currently heading home from my recent grocery shopping, and I couldn’t pick the worst time to get back out on the streets.  Though I have learned to be patient and just deal with it, not everyone else feels the same way, if their constant - and nerve-grating, I might add - horn-blaring is any indication.  There is a solution to that, and what better way to tune out the horn-slammers than to turn up the music of the vehicle’s radio, and that’s exactly what I did.  My head nodded continuously to the beat of heavy metal as I looked around, to the right, to see the variety of cars, trucks and the like trying to keep up with the traffic.  When I slowly turned my head to the left, however, I stopped nodding, and shivered as a chill went up my spine.  It’s not the traffic going in the opposite direction that caused my sudden unease, but what’s on the other side.  There, only a few miles from the main road by a small, unpaved road, lies the lush, green forest where I once made camp.  At once, the noise from the traffic and the radio were slowly being tuned out as memories of my time in there came to the forefront of my mind, memories I tried so hard to forget.  Even though it was four weeks ago, I still remember the events as if it was yesterday.

  To make the long story short, I went to the forest due to a rumor on the internet about a strange phenomena witnessed by other campers before me, one of them who happened to be a friend of mine.  I was very skeptical about it at first, but I felt like going out camping to take a break from work.  Plus, I wanted to prove that whatever people are seeing is nothing but a hoax.

  ...Little did I know was that I was in for the surprise of my life.

  At the start, nothing really unusual happened during the night of my stay.  When the next morning came, I saw that whatever the previous campers and my friend saw was still haunting the forest; I left a small bait, a slice of cake and bunch of carrots (Weird, I know, but that’s what whatever is here seems to favor over other food by what the people says in the forums.), by a pond not far from where I camped.  A night-vision camera was there to catch it, but I found it completely smashed, and the bait gone.  As if that wasn't enough, I had a sudden feeling I was being watched.

  That’s when I saw it.

  It was nothing I’ve seen before, but it was like something straight out of a myth and a porno.  Instead of being quadrupedal, it was a biped with features of an equine, and I also learned it is female.  How I knew its gender I'll tell you later.  That thought aside, I tried to scare it off because it started to approach me in a slightly threatening manner, as if I was encroaching on its territory, which did make sense since it looked like I was, but it didn’t work.  It was right afterwards that I learned it was not alone, as I soon met another alien who matches the description of the first, save for the colors of its appearance, quite possibly its sister.  I was defenseless as both of them had me backed into a corner, and never was I so scared for my life until then.

  Just when I thought it was over for me, Little Me (No, not the little guy from the Austin Powers movies, the other one.) decided to make himself known, since I was only in my T-shirt and boxers at the time.  Why did that suddenly happen?  Remember how I learned it was female?  Well, let’s just say that they obviously didn’t understand public decency.  Yeah, they were in their birthday suits, and I was getting an eyeful.  I mean, who wouldn’t get hard from seeing two naked humanoid mares?  Not to exclude having an hourglass figure that supermodels would die for, those nice round pair of large breasts, that supple and soft ass --

  Gah!  I’m getting off-topic here.  Anyway, yeah that’s what happened, but somehow them seeing my erection distracted them for a bit, before they suddenly did something I never prepared myself for: a bed appeared out of nowhere, and they raped me.  Well, they actually were being gentle with me during the sex, but it was rape nonetheless.  I swear, it was like I stumbled into a porno or something, only with aliens with animal features and fur.  They did feel nice and soft to the touch though.  After all was done, we all passed out.  However, it didn’t end there.  When I woke up, it was nearly sundown and I find myself on the dirt ground, the mares and the bed gone.  At first, I thought it was a crazy dream and I unconsciously got out of my tent, but there were several things that derailed that thought: one, I smelled like sex; two, I found my hunting rifle still in half; and last, the camera and the bait the same as earlier.  Plus, I never sleepwalk at all.

  Needless to say, I grabbed everything I could carry, but unfortunately left the tent behind, got into my car and drove out of there, never once thought about going back to that forest again.

  I was suddenly pulled out of my trip down memory lane by a continuous blaring of a car horn behind me, and I looked up to see the traffic finally moving, noticing a large space between me and another car ahead of me.  I waved an apologetic and grateful hand to the driver as I finally started moving along.  So yeah, that’s basically what happened those four weeks ago, and it left me to believe that myths may not be myths after all.  What is even more stranger is that even after I got raped, I never felt bad about it.  Usually, anyone who became a rape victim would be scarred and emotionally traumatized, but I never felt either of that.  I never felt good about it either.  There is an emotion I am feeling even today, but it’s not anger or sadness.  It’s… hard to explain.

  I made a turn to the right off the main road and onto one leading me into a cul-de-sac, which only took me another two minutes before finally pulling into a driveway and the garage of my two-story house.  Parking and grabbing the groceries, I got out, closed the garage door from inside and went through an adjacent door, leading me directly into the kitchen.  After a bit of time organizing and shelving the stuff I bought, I pulled a small bottle of Coca-Cola out of my fridge and took a sip while leaning against the counter, staring off as I think about what I wanted to do for the rest of the evening.  My gaze moved to the left before my eyes catches the gun halves resting on a bookshelf in the adjacent living room.  I do not know why I kept it after all these weeks, but I guess I can still use it to scare off wannabe burglars, even though it won't fire anymore.  With a sigh, I walked into said room, going through a door into another room, which happens to be my office, and sat in my chair in front of the computer.  I logged in and fooled around on the internet, which now leads me to another thing: the night-vision camera.

  After taking a nice, long shower the same night I left the forest, I went to check on the mangled mess of a camera to hopefully see if the SD card is still working and can be extracted safely.  Unfortunately, that hope was shattered, as the mares did some amazing damage to the point that the socket holding the card is twisted and non-functioning, and it’s highly possible the card suffered the same fate.  Because of this, both camera and card are nothing but scrap materials at the junkyard now.  I also held conflicted feelings whether or not I should get on the Rumors Forum and report what happened during my time in the forest, saying “Hey, I encountered the mysterious aliens, which really turns out to be bipedal mares with wings and horn!  What’s more, I had sex with them because they were naked!”.  Yeah, Who’s going to believe that story?  That would really, no pun intended, alienate me and get a one-way ticket to an insane asylum, and I’m not insane enough.  After a few minutes of thinking, I kept it to myself, even from my friend who wanted to know, because he called the next day.

  Speaking of the Rumors Forum, the last strange thing happened.  People after me went camping in the same woods, only to report back they haven’t seen anything otherworldly, and others after them the same thing.  Some even uploaded recordings from their own camera - which I watched - and, sure enough, none of the mares showed up to take the baits located near the pond.  One did say they found a tent, which some of the wild animals were poking around at and I knew was my own, but otherwise empty.  Afterwards, the rumors on the subject finally stopped, the last one from two weeks ago on a Tuesday.  Now, I’m not sure if this is because of what happened the day I spent there, but it seems to be the only plausible reason.  If anything, they probably moved on, away from the attention they were getting.  Again, I don’t know why I feel this same strange emotion or why I care, but I hope they are safe elsewhere.  Who knows what the government could do if they found them.

  I went on the Forum, and saw it was still the same as before, which makes me somewhat glad that the topic is now old news.  At least, I feel a little better knowing that only I had close contact with the mares.  I look up from the screen to see the clock hanging on a wall nearby showing that it’s seven-thirty, meaning a good amount of time had passed since I got home.  I closed the window, turned off the screen and left for the kitchen, decided to get an early dinner.  After thirty minutes of making and eating, I grabbed my dirty dishes and went to the sink.  As I washed, I look up towards the window to get a clear view above the roofs of the other houses to see some ominous looking clouds moving into our area, the sky turning a bit darker in the twilight, a surefire sign that there will be a doozy of a thunderstorm, which the news radio during my drive confirmed.  Finishing up, I walked out of the kitchen and into the living room to watch TV.

As the man left the room, a shadow from outside zipped past the window from right to left, just before rumble was heard in the distance.

Later that night...

I was relaxing in my recliner as I watched the latest news on TV, as well as tuning out the distinct pattering of rain and thunder outside.  On occasion, my mind went back to the mares, and that same feeling comes back again, which has happened to me a lot during the last four weeks.  What is this feeling, and why am I thinking about them?  Is it because of worry?  No, that can’t be it.  Why the hell should I worry or care about the extraterrestrials that raped me?  The moment I thought that, the feeling became stronger and my heart suddenly wrenched.  Again, I could not explain this feeling.  Maybe it is worry.  Maybe I do care about them.  But… they already moved on, away from where no other humans will see them, and I should move on with my life.  Though it’s needless to say, it’s very possible that I may never see them the second time, which somehow makes it all the more painful to think about.

  A loud crash of thunder outside startled me out of my moping, almost making me jump out of my recliner.  After a few calming breaths, I leaned back into it and continue watching the news.  Something moved out of the corner of my eye, and I turned my head to see nothing but the stairs leading to the bathroom and my bedroom upstairs.  I dismissed it as light reflection from cars moving about outside, though I had a sudden feeling of being watched again.  I ignored it due to just being paranoid.  After watching the rest of the news and a little bit of the following comedy talk show, I decided to call it a night, so I got up and stretched, turned off the TV, and head upstairs.  Taking a few more minutes of brushing my teeth, I left the bathroom and headed for the bedroom.  Getting undressed and leaving only my boxers on, I lie down on my king-sized bed, pulled the covers on, and, with my head on the pillow, closed my eyes as the sound of rain became nothing but white noise to help lull me to sleep.

  I don’t know how much time had passed, but before I was pulled into the land of dreams, that feeling of being watched returned, only much stronger.  I shifted uncomfortably on my side, trying to ignore the feeling, but it didn’t go away.  Slowly opening my eyes, I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand, showing it is midnight much to my growing annoyance.  Something moved from my peripheral, and taking a sideways glance, I saw what it was.  I didn’t realize how fast I shot up to a sitting position, covers thrown off a bit leaving my bare chest exposed, and back fully against the headrest, now on full alert.  There standing at the foot of the bed were not one, but two shadow figures.  I couldn’t make out their features due to the darkness of the room, but what I can make out is they appear somewhat taller than me - if I was standing - and feminine, the latter judging by their hourglass bodies.  I also see something sharp and pointed on top of what seems to be their heads.  Lastly, their eyes appears to glow a little with color, the left silhouette’s as magenta and the right’s as teal.  Wait, why does that sound familiar all of a sudden?  That question was soon answered by brief flash of lightning lighting up the room for a few seconds, but that few seconds was all it took when my eyes widen in recognition at who the intruders were.  Everything including time itself seem to slow down.

It was the mares from the forest, the very ones that “raped” me.  The one with the magenta eyes is none other than the white, bipedal mare, with an equine-like head with a somewhat long muzzle, her legs that of a normal horse’s hindlegs with hooves instead of feet (Though I can’t tell because of their closeness to the bed, I knew from the first time I saw them), her pink hair, or mane, cascading down her human-like back and strands over her shoulders, unobstructed by her large horn.  Her entire figure is still bare for all to see, her large, feathery wings folded behind her back.  Her long, pink tail is also noted.  The second mare, with the teal eyes and slit pupils, is the same, only with black fur with blue, sparkled mane and tail.  Even though the flash passed several minutes ago, the room remain lit, and I looked up to see why: their horns were glowing colorfully, the white mare’s a golden-yellow color and the other’s teal-blue, something I never noticed the first time before, but completely stumping me.  They continued to stare at me, something I was doing in return, but neither made any attempts of movement, their expressions unreadable.

  At this point, a myriad of questions ran through my mind: “How did they find me?”, “How did they get in without raising the house’s security alarm?”, “Why are they here?” were the few questions that popped up.  Then another question came forward, one that filled me with dread: “Have they come to finish what they started before the sex happened?!”

  I was snapped out of my train of thought when the white mare finally moved, walking around the left side of the bed, slowly coming closer to me.  The last question seem to be the strongest possibility and made me inwardly panic, and I shifted a bit to get away from her, but it was futile as I saw the other moved to the opposite side quicker before I could register, blocking my chance of escape.  How the hell is she doing that without any noise?!  I looked back at the first to see the distance already closed, and all I could do is press further back in the headrest of the bed.  Her face still expressionless and eyes still on mine, she turned a bit before slowly sitting down halfway on the edge of the bed adjusting her tail a bit for comfort (providing me a nice view of her round ass and hip), resting her left leg on the bed close to my covered ones, much to my own discomfort.  We continued the staring contest, and I was still panicking if my hands in front of me gripping the comforter tightly is any indication, waiting with bated breath for what will come next.  Sadly, it didn’t last long.  Slowly, she raised her left hand and reached out to me, and I reacted in my fear-induced state by leaning my head back into the headrest and shut my eyes tight, silently praying to God as I waited for the inevitable.

  It never came, but what did, however, was something completely unexpected.  I felt her hand brush against my left cheek before moving over to rest on the other, gently applying pressure to tell me to look at her.  Hesitantly, I complied and move my head towards her.  Cracking open one eye, I noticed her expression had changed.  Both eyes fully open, I was staring into those magenta orbs, scared and confused.  There was no hostility, only a gentle and comforting smile adorning her muzzle.  Why?  Why is she trying to comfort me?  I should be angry at them for what they did to me in the forest, yet somehow I couldn’t.  Lost in her eyes, that feeling that I could not figure out earlier came back, only much more powerful and clear.  And this time, I finally knew what it is now: loneliness.  All this time, I was living alone for four years, and it never bothered me until now.  I felt her thumb brush underneath my eye which felt wet, and I was somehow crying without noticing.  I absentmindedly leaned further into her hand, all the while keeping my eyes on her, taking in her comforting smile.

  I flinched a little when I felt a hand gently grab my right, and when the white mare removed hers, I looked up to see the black mare looking at me with her own gentle smile, but continued lifting my hand slowly towards her.  Confused, I did not resist, but what she did next left my brain on the fritz; she placed my hand on her stomach, and held it there with her own.  It did not take a genius to know what the gesture means, yet it still left me shocked and speechless at this new revelation.  I see it, but my mind have trouble processing it since it shouldn’t be possible.  I may not know much about how reproduction works, but I am very certain that equine/alien and human chromosome levels aren’t compatible.  Looking up at the mare’s face and seeing her still smiling genuinely at me, however, silently tells me that this is far from being a joke.  She is with child, and I am chosen as its father.  The thought alone left me feeling scared yet strangely excited at the same time.

  I was pulled out of my mindblown stupor when I felt two hands grab the sides of my face, and was slowly turned to face the white mare again, who now was sitting much closer and her muzzle a mere inch from my face.  I looked into her eyes, which were half-closed, and it took a heartbeat before I knew what that look meant.  Before anything could be said or done, she closed the gap and locked lips with my own with passion.  My eyes widen a bit at the sudden motion, but soon they closed as I leaned into it, all feelings of doubt and fear soon giving way to a building passion within.  She hummed with approval, and soon I felt her mouth open and something wet prodding my lips.  I granted her permission and felt her equine tongue slowly entering and feeling around my teeth.  She shuddered at the exotic feeling of my canines due to its sharpness, but was mindful not to cut herself, before finally tapping on my own tongue.  I understood and let my muscle get wrapped around by her own, content with just an embrace.  My right hand is finally released before feeling the bed shift, signalling that the black mare had joined in on the bed.  With both hands freed, I feel a little bold as I used them to explore the white mare’s body, taking in the soft fur.  She made no attempt to stop me, not even as I got a feel of the underside of her bosom which made her moan a little, before settling them right on her buttcheeks.  Not sure how long we were at it, but we broke the kiss for much needed air, a string of saliva connecting from our mouths as we part.  It was amazing and passionate, and at this point, any animosity I had towards them was completely gone only to be replaced with growing lust.  I shuddered a little as the black mare used her soft hands to feel around my bare torso.  The other removed her own hands from my face, allowing the aforementioned to have her turn in a make-out session.  Due to being distracted, I failed to notice the other mare making a bold move by slowly slipping a hand underneath the covers, brushing against my legs - which I barely registered - before finally finding the prize she was looking for.  I gasped a little at the touch, not noticing my own growing arousal until now, and broke the kiss with the black mare before staring at the other with a bit of surprise.  She gave me an innocent yet lecherous look, all while deliberately rubbing her hand over the gradually-growing tent of my boxers, causing me to shiver with pleasure.  Her sister, intently watching the scene, seems to get the idea, and added her own hand to the foreplay while grinning the same grin as the other.  I squinted my eyes shut, feeling myself getting harder from their groping, almost letting out a groan; it was getting slightly uncomfortable due to the boxers getting tighter overtime.  As if sensing it, they removed their hands, and I felt one on each shoulder and apply a gentle, downward press, signalling me to lie down on my back.  I did so, scooting downward a bit before resting my elbows comfortably at my side, resting my head back on the pillow pressed against the headrest.  Satisfied, they exchanged looks between the blanket and each other for a bit before sporting a grin, an unknown plan in their minds.  They turned to me, which honestly somewhat scared and excited me at the same time, before scooting down towards the end of the bed, leaving both pairs of hands at the hem of the comforter and dragging it down along with them.  So there it is, my legs and boxers fully exposed, the latter with a noticeable bulge within.  The mares stared at it with hunger, though the black one had a look of annoyance and her horn glowed a little brighter.  I literally almost sit myself when a translucent blue beam fired from said horn and hit my boxers, but strangely no pain came forth.  Instead, my jaw literally dropped in dumbfoundment when my boxers disintegrated freeing my semi-erect cock in the process.

‘A horn that shoots ‘fabric-atomizing’ lasers?!  What’s next, ‘levitation’?!’ my mind scream its disbelief.

  I was brought from my shock hearing the mares softly whinnying in mirth at my expression, causing my cheeks to warm and look away.  It was short-lived as they finally noticed my semi-erection, almost drooling at the sight.  I looked back as they leaned down closer to it, muzzles a mere inch away.  I heard them inhale deeply through their nose, taking in my arousal’s musk, taking notice of their wings slowly flaring to their full span, just like last time.  If it weren't for the current situation, it makes me wonder if those aren't just for show either.  They sighed through their mouths, their hot breaths pulling my attention from the feathery appendages and causing my erection to twitch to full mast.  Their eyes make contact with mine briefly, a devilish grin forming on their lips.  Then the black mare made her first move by touching my manhood with her fingers and softly moving it from tip to base and back, while the other mare toyed with the sack with her digits.  I huff and shivered at the touches again as my body heated up, a reaction they seem to have expected.  They continued the teasing for a bit, seeming to enjoy the scrunched expression on my face and shudders my body is making.  I want to call them out to stop the torture, but they stopped thankfully before I could.  Instead, they repositioned themselves to lie down on their stomach by both side of my waist, their muzzle still very close.  Then, their tongues stuck out and on the cock, the white mare’s starting at the tip while the other’s at the base and slowly began licking from tip to base and base to tip, respectively, and back.

  “Hooolyyy Mother of God,” I breathed out, not expecting this foreplay, but not at all unpleasant.

  The mares hummed, so they continued their work, slathering the sides, head, front and back with their own saliva.  They then took it further as the white mare took the tip in her mouth before going down in one gulp, enveloping my cock fully in her warm mouth while her sister suckled on one of my balls.  Their actions made me grunt with pleasure, and they kept this up while taking turns on both cock and balls, sending more spikes of pleasure up my spine.  After a few minutes of this, I felt my cock twitch occasionally, meaning what I knew would be a first stage of an impending climax.  They noticed as well and stopped, making me look at them in confusion as they shifted their upper bodies closer.  Before I could voice my displeasure out loud, they immediately held their large breasts, pressed them together a bit, and mashed against each other’s, sandwiching my cock in an instant.  My eyes widen and head reeled back as I groaned loudly at the feel of two humongous pairs of fur-covered tits on my manhood, the pleasure returning a tenfold.  It didn’t stop there as they began pumping, each taking turns blowing me as they come down.  The twitching of my cocktail became more frequent, and once or twice my hips jerk upwards on its own, somehow hitting the back of their throats despite their long muzzles.  Then the twitching stops and a familiar pressure slowly started to build up in my loins.

  “I’m g-gonna - ah - cum!” I groaned out a warning.

  The ears of the mares perked at my words and they stopped blowing, but kept titfucking me and picked up speed.  The pressure came faster and more intense from this and I tried to hold it in a bit longer, to little avail.

  “Nngh… AaaAAH!” I cried out towards the ceiling as it became too much and climaxed, my hips making one final thrust upward and looked in place.

  Four weeks of sexual frustrations without release, and thinking about the mares’ naked bodies, made itself known in the rolling waves of bliss as my cock fired rope after rope of semen into the air before landing on their breasts and muzzles.  It was the most intense orgasm I had and it didn’t feel like it will stop.  After what felt like the longest ten seconds, my cock finally twitched out a little more before stopping, and my hips relaxed back on the bed along followed by me lying down again.  I stared off towards the ceiling for a minute, panting from the high, before I glanced down towards the mares, only to see the most erotic sight yet.  The two mares are taking their sweet time cleaning one another of my cum off their boobs and muzzles, ending it with a wet, sloppy kiss.  My manhood, going flaccid, slowly re-hardened to full mast once more, ready for round two.  I managed, albeit weakly, to sit up on my elbows again, only to get french-kissed by the black mare again.  I almost recoiled in disgust from the salty taste of my own ejaculation, but that feeling melted as I felt her one of her soft hands gently stroking my erection.  I felt the bed shift behind me, and when I broke the kiss to look back, I saw the most enticing sight.  The white mare, while I was distracted, was leaning forward, facing away from me with her hands resting on the headboard, while her back arched and her amazingly round butt stick in the air, complete with her pink tail moved to the side, exposing her marehood.  It appears moist and slick from her fluids trailing down her inner thighs, clearly showing her excitement.  With a wiggle of her flanks, she turned her head back to look at me over her extended wings with bedroom eyes and biting her lower lip.

‘Goddamn.  For an alien that looks half-human, half-horse, she knows how to look sexy,’ the perverted part of my mind spoke, and I would agree with that thought.

  Because I was drinking in the sight and not moving, I feel the black mare put her hands on my shoulders and gently push me towards her sister, and I did not resist.  As I was on my knees right before the flanks of the white mare, I felt my rod tingle, and I looked down to my slight shock to see it a blue glow around it as it lined up with the mare’s moist slit.  The mare’s horn up front is still glowing, but it was yellow, so I looked back at the mare behind me to see hers glowing a bit brighter, and her half-closed eyes and grin gave way to what her plan is.  I feel the tip of my cock tracing her vulva, lubricating it with her fluids.  Then I feel hands groping my butt before slowly pushing me forward, making me penetrate her.  The white mare let out a soft moan at the feeling of my cock entering her, and her inner walls clenched around it, making me grunt in return.  It felt amazing, a feeling I’ve missed after so long...

  ...and I loved it every bit of it.

  Again, I was not moving so the black mare took it upon herself and placed her hands on my hips.  Slowly, she pulled me back, assisting me as my cock slowly comes out with the tip still inside, then pushed forward, hilting her sister once more.  Taking the hint, I grabbed the white mare by her butt, giving them a little squeeze and feeling the softness as well, and took over, allowing the other to wrap her arms around my torso and rest her head on top of mine, and feeling her breasts pressed against my back, content with just hugging me while I fucked her sister.  The white mare’s moans of pleasure were music to my ears, and after a while I picked up the pace, the sound of skin meeting fur just barely audible.  Then, the mare behind repositioned her head to my right shoulder from my head (thankfully, since the pressure was straining my neck a bit) and her left arm unwrapped itself from me.  I felt her shift a bit on my back, but never removed her bosom, and soft moaning was heard right in my ear.  I don’t know what she was doing back there, but I can take a wild guess that the noise and lack of arm means she is fingering herself, probably aroused as well.  Plus, the moaning from both mares was hot and only spurred me on.

  Suddenly, the mare in front let out a short neigh as her marehood clenched around my cock like a vice, forcing me to stop abrupty for at least two seconds, a bit of marecum covering it in the process, before she relaxed with a shudder, meaning she just had a mini-orgasm.  I continued to rut her for a bit longer before finally noticing that her wings were twitching in a steady rhythm, almost like a heartbeat (my eyes were on her butt the entire time).  Curiosity finally getting to me, I slowed down my fucking and leaned forward a little, losing the feel of the black mare’s bosom and head at the same time, reaching out with both hands.  As soon my hands gently grabbed each wing, the mare below tensed a little before relaxing again, possibly surprised at the touch.  It was muscle and bone as I gently massaged the wing near the base, and judging by a louder whine of pleasure in response, I think I discovered an erogenous zone.  After a bit of feeling her wing from base as far as I could towards where the bending joint is located (seriously, her wings are definitely twice my arm’s length), I traced my fingers over her primaries and small feathers, making them twitch a little more.  They felt amazing and soft to the touch, if I daresay softer than her butt.  After a while of slow fucking and feeling her wings, I felt my cock twitching once more and her vagina convulsing and letting out a steady stream of her fluids, signalling that we’re close, so I tripled the pace and pounded her pussy with abandon, our hips now making slapping sounds.  The white mare moaned ever louder as I massaged her wings while pleasing her down below, and it wasn’t long before the pressure in my loins build up again.

  “I’m going to cum!”

  In response, her pink tail flicked and wrapped itself around my torso, repositioned herself so her elbows rested on the bed, while her rump meets my waist midway in our rutting, giving me all that I need to know where she wanted it.  I took notice of her horn glowing brighter and letting out tiny sparks like fireworks, which was shocking and awe-inspiring at the same time.  I held it in a bit longer before she let out the loudest neigh that made my ears ring a little as her marehood convulsed and gripped me like a vice again, milking me for what I was worth.  This in turn made me cry out towards the ceiling as I hilted fully and climaxed hard, my seed mixing in with her own gushing fluids.  I felt it overflow as some of it leaked on my balls and dripped on the bed.  There was another cry of ecstasy from behind, signalling the black mare’s own orgasm.  As we finally came down from our post-coital high, the mare below struggled a little before she collapsed fully on the bed, followed by me right on top of her, my arms splayed out over her wings and still inside her.  A few seconds later, I weakly managed to sit up again before slowly pulling out of her winking and oversensitive marehood.  Her tail finally released its hold on me, so I took a minute to look down at my handiwork to see some of our cum trickling out of her marehood onto the sheets.  It must have been quite a lot than it was during the titfuck/blowjob, and I could feel myself almost spent.  The mare shifted onto her right side, her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her face.

  Before I could do anything, I felt arms wrap around me again in a hug, followed by a wet muscle and series of slow, sensual licks on my back and neck, picking up the sweat I accumulated from the rough sex.  Weird, but not unpleasant as it gave me goosebumps.  Then, the mare behind me crawled on her hands and knees around me, eyes on my shrinking rod until she fully faced me.  She opened her mouth and wrapped around it, cleaning off any remaining fluids while moaning in delight.  I winced due to my cock being oversensitive, but somehow her actions made me hard again.  She released with a low, satisfying pop before turning around and crawled to the front of the bed to left of her sister.  Still on her hands and knees, she craned her head to glance at me seductively over her slightly extended black wings before raising her starry, blue tail straight up high, fully exposing her dripping marehood and her puckered plothole.  I stared at her, grinning like an idiot, before getting on my own hands and knees and crawling right behind her, my face now just inches from her sacred flower.  I took in her pleasant musk through my nose before shoving my tongue right into her love tunnel, receiving a bittersweet yet pleasant taste of her fluids.  She let a surprised whinny at the sudden invasion, but her butt now leaning into my face to get my tongue further silently tells me that she welcomed it.  I continued to eagerly lap up her juices as well as pulling out to trace her petals.  It wasn’t long before she let out a whine of desperation and pulled away.  I looked up at her to see her giving me an adorable pout while wiggling her hips, and I understood what she wanted.  Sitting up on my knees again and moving closer, I lined up my rod right on her second hole and, after getting a nod from the mare, slowly pushed in.  Despite my dick lubricated with both saliva and sex fluids, her hole was very tight and her body went rigid as soon as my tip entered.  I saw her pained expression and massaged her butt to comfort as I continued to ease through, which helped a little.  After what felt like a full minute, I was fully inside her as her burning anal walls clenched with a double vice-like grip, which was just as painful as the last time to be honest.  It took another whole minute before she finally relaxed, and I slowly thrusted in and out of her.  Her face soon gave way from pain to pain and pleasure as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her tongue hang limply out of her mouth.  Her sister, who recovered earlier and was currently watching us, scooted closer and started exchanging wet kisses with each other.  I’ll admit it was hot to watch.  Just like last time, the climax came short and quick as I emptied whatever semen I had left before finally spent.  Thankfully, the mare moaned out her own peak as her fluids dripped on the bedsheets before collapsing on her left side, releasing my shrinking cock.  Out of breath, I managed to crawl over to join them, the white mare returning to her previous position, before I turned and collapsed onto my back right in between them.  The two scooted closer, each wrapping an arm over my body and leg intertwining with my own.  I felt them nuzzle followed by a lick on my cheeks before resting their heads on the pillows with a contented sigh.  For a while, we just lay there as we bring our heart rates down, and soon the glows of their horns slowly grew dimmer before winking out, the room enveloped in complete darkness once more.

  When the calm and silence finally joined the darkness saved for the low pittering of rainfall on the window, I finally noticed with a clearer head of a change within me.  Any resentment I had towards the mares were completely gone, only to be replaced with a feeling I haven’t felt for a long while: happiness.  I was happy, as well as joyful due to the fact that I will soon be a father to not one, but possibly two children.  It was unexpected, sure, but it has always been my dream to have a family of my own.  There is also a hidden thought that due to the two being half-horses that my children may be born a hybrid, but I trashed that instantly; I wouldn’t care about that, because I would still love them and be the best father I can be.  Then, one last thought came up, one that almost killed my happiness: if I wake up, will they still be here, on my bed asleep.  With that thought, I turned over slowly without disturbing them on my side until I was facing the white mare.  Despite the dark, I can still see her eyes closed and a small smile on her face, breathing softly.  It hurt me a bit if that were ever to happen, so I wanted to prevent it by doing the only thing: I wrapped my arm around her body as well, and barely wanted to pull her closer and never let her or the other mare go.

  “Please, don’t leave me alone,” I half-whispered, half-whimpered, hoping they can understand me, “Stay with me… Stay by my side until death do us part.”

  In answer to my plea, they snuggled closer and held me tighter, letting out a light nicker before going silent and still again.  This action alone rekindled my happiness, and a tear of joy was shedded.  Finally, after a moment of silence, fatigue sets in and my eyelids felt heavy before I soon drifted off to the land of dreams with a smile on my face.

And when the next morning came, the man wakes and smiles once more, for they never left.