Clop, Clop

Hooves thundered powerfully across the dry expanse of the Equestrian Mild West. A party of buffalo stampeding across the land, six in number, almost seeming to glisten just slightly, their powerful bodies fresh from the river that ran nearby to the fair-sized homestead which was visible in the not-considerable distance. Their target. The jewel for their raiding party.

They stampeded through the open gate and under the arch that proclaimed the name of the spread. They thundered to the large front doors and halted before them, snorting and panting heavily, giving one another looks, to confirm that the time had come. The lead buffalo looked down at the door, threw his head and hooves back, and then… gingerly knocked at the door, with just enough volume to be heard within the home.

It took a little time, but eventually a pony answered the door. She was an earth pony mare, her coat a bright, sunshine yellow with a paler yellow mane. She looked on the half dozen buffalo and smiled. “Ahhh, just in time. You ARE very kind.”

The lead buffalo, Pounding Hooves, smiled brightly and he nodded his head. “Sunny, you know we’re very punctual about raiding parties. So, are you ready for this? We can give you a little more time if you need to get ready.”

The mare, Sunny Shine, waved off the concern with a smile. “Oh you! Not at all. Oh! I hope you don’t mind, but we have a visitor. Whiplash invited a friend from Fillydelphia because she thought that she might enjoy a raiding party. Not three each. Two each today. Would that be… acceptable or should she sit it out?”

“The more the merrier, my little mare. Would we ever turn down any friend of yours or Whiplash’s? That would just be rude. Go ahead and get them. We’ll be right here waiting so we can make introductions.” Pounding smiled and gave a small bow.
“ Back in a flash! Oh, listen to me, suddenly I’m Whiplash.” Sunny giggled softly to herself and trotted back into the house. Not too much longer she was back at the door, joined by a Pegasus and a unicorn. The Pegasus was a white-bodied and red-maned one named Whiplash Rush, Sunny’s roommate and part-owner of the land and house. The unicorn was a most elegant lady, with a shimmering sable pelt and a surprisingly bright pink mane.

“Hey guys. This here’s my old buddy, Onyx Glow.” Whiplash softly pushed Onyx forward a bit with a wide grin.

“O-oh! My word, yes. It is a great p-pleasure to meet you, gentlebulls. Onyx Glow, Fillydelphia socialite. You can well imagine how excited I was to receive this invitation from Whiplash.” Onyx bowed, a blush coloring her black cheeks.

Pounding nodded and motioned towards the fence surrounding the property. “Pleasure to meet you, miss Glow. Now, you don’t need to remember this your first time but the bulls behind me are Thunderclap, Quaking Ground, Mighty Stone, Proud Stand and Crashing Run.” As he spoke, all nine were on their way to the fence.

“A great pleasure to meet you all.” In her eagerness, Onyx was the first to the fence, going down to her stomach and lifting her head up. “So do… do I select my own mode of sexuality?”

“Yes, of course. What sort of raiders would we be if we just forced you to do whatever we wanted? Consultation is key.” Pounding took up a place by the fence, soon enough joined by the rest.

“I presume you mares have preferred partners. I will take those left to me. All you gentlebulls seem quite wonderful and capable of showing a mare a good time.” Onyx looked over the thick slabs of shaggy muscle with a small quiver and a lustful eye.

“If you want, Onyx. I’m all about Mighty and Proud. No offense to the other guys but… more is fun but two gets the job done.” Whiplash wrapped her wings around the mentioned bulls, pulling them along the fence a short way from the main group.

“Oh Whiplash… nopony would ever know you were born and raised in Cloudsdale. You’re so subtle and understated.” Sunny laughed softly and rubbed her head against Pounding’s neck, reaching out for Thunderclap and pulling them the opposite way down the fence from Whiplash.

“Ah, so… Quaking and… Crashing, yes? Names are a specialty of mine. Makes cocktail parties less awkward.” Onyx released nervous energy with a laugh as the enormous slabs of dark brown plains-bred-beef lumbered up with her with friendly smiles. “If you would please, could you possibly come to either side of my head and… turn around? You see I have heard much of the… testicular enormity of the buffalo. I have some… great adoration for great potency. Please allow me to see as much.”

Quaking and Crashing looked to each other and shrugged. City ponies. The turned around slowly and lifted their hind ends up to expose themselves to Onyx. As she desired, she was shown their hanging testicles, which drew a loud, clearly-impressed gasp from her lips. Both of them were large, all four testes grapefruit-sized but not at all shaped in that way. Even more so than pony testicles the buffalo stones were very ovoid and pulled the loose brown scrota town almost into double points. They were warm, almost able to be felt radiating from the small distance from Onyx’s face, certainly hotter than the ambient temperature.

“M-my word.. My word…” Onyx panted softly, hesitatingly lifting her hooves up, to slowly and timidly caress the huge sacs, a thrill running through her as she made contact with the hot, almost-churning testicles. “They’re… they’re magnificent. Unimaginable. Stunning. Whiplash! Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you…”

“Hey, Onyx, you were the only mare that gave a Cloudsdale nothing a chance in an earth pony town. You deserve it.” Whiplash went in for a quick snog with Mighty, letting his thick, slobbering tongue drive deep into her mouth and twist around with great gusto. Proud, for his part, was down on the ground, his face buried securely under Whiplash’s tail, broad snout grinding against the sensitive flesh while his girthy tongue plunged deep into her wet, sucking sex.

“And don’t be afraid to ask for anything in particular. The very worst they can do is say no. But you will find they are very, VERY accommodating.” Sunny hung her forelegs over a very smoothly-polished section of the fence, which had been sealed with lacquer and carved into convenient divots. This left her on her hind legs, her plump rump practically wiggling behind her as Pounding and Thunderclap came in to softly kiss the cheeks of her rear.

“I-is that so? Well then I… I realize this may strike you gentlebulls as odd, and you may not see the pleasure I derive but I would like you to…” Onyx inhaled deeply and slowly released a breath, gathering up her words. “To rock your bodies, very strongly, forward and back, ensuring each time you rock back, those… DIVINE testes thump soundly against my cheeks.”

“Seriously? Onyx, you really are a little freak. I guess that’s why we’re friends!” Whiplash laughed loudly, the noise folding into a moan as Proud delved deeply into her passage, his tongue actively twisting and swirling around like a mixer. Mighty was on the ground, lips wrapped solidly around one of her teats, his hollow cheeks showing just how powerfully he was drawing on the fleshy nub.

Responding to the very kind and polite request, the two bulls followed through, both of them rocking in odd rhythms and patterns until they caught up to one that suited both and let them swing forward and back like united metronomes. Also moving metronomically were the afore-adored scrota, which until a rhythm had been established had never approached too close. Once something had been decided, force was added to send them back with healthy, meaty thumps against Onyx’s flushed face. As they thumped heavily off her grinning cheeks she noticed that there were small bands securely loosely at the top of them, decorated with colored beads and small strips of colored string. As well, there was a light application of paint in patterns over the surfaces of the ovoid pouches. “Handsome… Ah! Enormous… Oh! And very... Ah! Stylish!”

“Now that’s a new use for those! I wish I had thought of- AH! Oh Celestia! Celestia! My buckling Celestia!” Sunny was in the process of complimenting Onyx when Pounding reared up and mounted her. He was so well experienced with her body that his long, thin organ plunged deep into her sex. His size made him just slightly thinner than the average pony, but he was much longer than any pony. He actually had to stop himself before he hit the mare’s cervix. He very admirably halted before he hit that internal barrier. Knowing his limit and being well-anchored, he began to thrust and pump, almost lifting up the mare’s body with each pump.

“Sunny, Onyx, you know I think you’re awesome.” Whiplash climbed atop Mighty, who was on his back and fully erect. She kissed her way up his thick, strong chest while she crawled her way up his body with her teats dragging over his shaggy fur and solid body. She ground her wide-spread crotch against the slightly-rippling body for a brief moment before she placed herself against the tip of his organ and pushed herself down, spread out smoothly and easily on the narrow but substantial pink pole. The walls of her sex pulled and rolled over the encroaching organ, while she moaned and panted softly, her body gliding down until she had reached her limit. “But you’re such… underachievers!” With that statement, Proud reared up and thrust forward, jabbing his narrowed tip against the juicy, spread lips, spreading them wider still and forcing a deeply-pleasured but near-agonized scream from Whiplash.

Onyx laughed with a soft moan underneath as the heavy stones bopped against her cheeks while she watched Whiplash work. “Pegasi!” She reached out with her magic, slowly wrapping the dropped and erect organs of her tenders in a shimmering magical field. The field squeezed down and hung in the air, turning their back and forth motions into firm, regular strokes over their rods. “For you. For all your glorious and kind sweetness.”

“Don’t think… we’re getting… in…” Quaking groaned out his comment to his fellow bull, his breath huffing out after he had said his piece.

“Not so bad!” Crashing grunted out a response, lowing loudly as he trembled a bit. “I trampling LOVE my eggs getting a touch.”

“You're so good, Onyx. No wonder Whiplash is your friend. Kind mares like you ne-” The rest of her commentary was cut off by a thick, stiff length of buffalo flesh forcing its way into her partially open mouth. The fence was low, so even with her legs up and over the fence Thunderclap could bring himself up and forward, bellowing grandly as his shaft poked into the earth mare’s mouth, spitting salty pre-ejaculate against the back of her throat.

Pounding lived up to his name, yet also proved himself to be remarkably restrained. His hips, made powerful by the thunderous stampeding rituals, jabbed his throbbing, fleshy organ into the mare, hard enough to make her know he could do some genuine damage to her, but with enough restraint to show off an amazing amount of tenderness. He, like his fellow bull, was spitting warm fluid into her, the sneak preview of release making her walls tremble and twitch.

Whiplash screamed out loudly across the empty expanse, her voice lost to the wide and consuming distance. Her screaming was pure pleasure, all small traces of pain or discomfort lost as her pleasure rose and rose into a warm purity. The widely-prised external lips, flushed with arousal, could almost be seen to pulling as though sucking the twin shafts down, while the internal walls rolled and pulled like a small army of slick, grasping clutches.

Onyx was sporting a tremendous, embarrassing blush, not only because of the heavy but gentle bumps from the fleshy pendulums, but because her magic was both wrapped around the two buffalo poles and also working her clitoris and external lips with warm pressure and quick rubbing motions, building her arousal.

Because Sunny was first to be mounted, she was the first to give a muffled cry, gurgling and spluttering slightly around the organ in her mouth as she tried to express her orgasmic bliss. Her marebits expressed it well enough for her, walls trembling and rolling, along the plunging, leaking organ.

Her rolling, orgasmic motions were enough to set off Pounding, who gave a tremendous bellow and thrust forward with a sense of finality, edging forward the last few little centimeters to nudge the tip against her cervix. The following jets of buffalo sperm splattered heavily against the barrier, warming her deliciously.

Next to go, in a glorious triple burst of peaking pleasure that created a melodious cacophony, were Proud, Mighty and Whiplash. The Pegasus was well and truly sandwiched by the burly bulls, barely able to lift her head up to scream out her bliss, losing that cry in the deep, heavy bellows from the enormous males. Her stretched-to-the-limit passage pulled down tight, snug as a vise, and pulled down to draw on the twin organs buried far into her. Both penises unleashed thick, heavy jets of seed that splattered around and hung in hot, sticky streamers.

Sunny gave a wet gurgle as her throat was suddenly filled with Thunderclap’s seed, the bull pulled back quickly and letting his softening length swing and drip. The mare swallowed, to her credit, before coughing an sucking in a loud breath. “Woo! Now that’s what I call a meal. Good and salty, and I didn’t even have to go to town.”

Onyx shook and ground at her sex, biting softly at her bottom lip as the pleasure built within her, like a boiling kettle. Her magical field started to move, jerking the shafts of the generous bulls that had played along with her strange obsession. She pumped and pulled those two rods with different speeds and strengths, one building towards completion faster than the other. Her eyes closed as she felt herself coming to the brink, and knew, through the energy flow, her partners were growing closer and closer. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped out, “Inside! Inside!”

The magical fields dropped away completely, her posture changing completely. She rolled over onto her back and lifted her rear end up, pointing her ass to the sky. Her horn lit up and pulled Quaking over to her with a sudden yank, her face contorted in concentration as she lifted his bulk just slightly, positioned him, and pulled him in, inserting his organ into her. She had left him on the edge, that sudden shock of surrounding heat and yanking wetness causing him to let out a grunt and jerk of his hips, his testes giving up their hot treasure.

Quaking had hardly finished his final shot before he was released and gently pushed aside, to make room for the arrival of Crashing. He, too, was pulled up and down, stroked both by magic and almost hungry-seeming walls of Onyx’s passage. Both gave a cry, his loud and long hers short and soft, as the tightly-pulled ovals released another heavy, longed-for flood of thick bull spunk.

Crashing pulled away when he had finished emptying himself into Onyx, huffing and grunting loudly. It had been a most unique experience. Only Onyx remained simmering at the edge. She squeezed her sex down, flexing the muscles and feeling the warm semen oozing and flowing inside. The warm issue of four gloriously large buffalo testes. The sticky substance clung to the walls and warmly slid down slowly, tickling her nerves. With a small squeal and a jerk she hit a delayed orgasm, a twitch of her muscles sending out a thick squirt of sticky sperm, which described a small arc and splattered lewdly on the ground.

For a long time, no one spoke. There were only the sounds of blowing wind, panting breaths and the occasional lingering groan. Finally, Sunny came down from the fence and stretched out with a soft moan. “Now, gentlebulls, shall we retire to the house? I have some supplies for you. What else is a raiding party for, after all?”