"Maybe," Soarin said as he rubbed Windy's rump, "I should get the team doctor to undo that little pregnancy inhibitor of yours?"

Windy Whistles moaned at the idea. She'd entertained the idea of having another foal with her husband, but this was kink. In her mind, she played along with the fantasy Soarin built. "Yath, Mathta." The ring gag did a good job of making her nearly unintelligible, and she loved proving it whenever given the chance.

For Spitfire, the look in Windy's eyes were all she needed to know this was a game her pet wanted to play. Reaching for Windy's ears, Spitfire began rubbing them and petting her. "You heard that? We could have that contraceptive deactivated tonight. Anything he puts in you—even now—could get you pregnant after that."

"Are you hungry?" Spitfire watched Windy's eyes as the mare's mind worked over the question. When Windy nodded, Spitfire adjusted herself—laying on her back—and offering Windy her rump.

Stretching her tongue out of the hole the ring gag forced her mouth into, Windy pressed her lips to Spitfire's vulva and began lapping slowly. Not just experienced but well practiced too, Windy soon began to taste the reward for her efforts.

Windy trembled as Soarin pushed into her. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she moaned into Spitfire's body as she was used. A moment later, when she could think again, she returned to licking. Having watched Soarin make love to Spitfire (and Windy could certainly tell that it was love they shared), how he would go as slow as he could to maximize Spitfire's enjoyment, she could appreciate that the hard and fast rutting he did when engaging with his pet was entirely for his own enjoyment.

Grabbing a hoofful of Windy's tail, Soarin yanked it up while he ground himself into her. There was no subtlety to the sex—Soarin just wanted to get off, and wanted Windy to feel his seed inside her. To attain his first goal was simple, but to attain the second would take work.

Soarin grunted and humped like a feral horse would, slamming his hips against Windy's rump again and again until he quickly hit his end. Pulling free, Soarin brought his forehoof down on her plot in a firm smack. "She's a bit tight. Maybe I should put on one of the toys for a run or two to loosen her up a bit?"

"Or I could fuck her. She's licking like crazy—either she's thirsty or she really enjoyed that. Maybe just keep fucking her until she loosens up a bit. Pump some heat into her womb, too." Spitfire, propped up on some pillows so she could look down her body at Windy's face, smiled at the mare. "She's had a foal, she'd know what it's like for a stallion to make her swell up. Keep going until your seed takes."

Her world was narrowed to the sandwich of space between Soarin and Spitfire—it was exactly where Windy wanted to be. Soarin's weight dropped on her back, and he shoved himself back into her with practiced precision. Arching her spine, she pulled away from Spitfire long enough to groan in bliss before she lowered her snout back to her task.

"I think I'll sub too, tomorrow," Spitfire said.

"So I get two mares to play with?" Just the idea of it had Soarin bucking faster. "Two mares… I should get a chariot, rig you both up to it and train you to fly in tandem."

The fantasy of being hitched to a chariot and pulling her master around had Windy moaning while he thrust into her, emptied himself, and then got back to thrusting. Each time he finished, Soarin would run his hooves over her, and Windy knew he was tracing the lines equine tack would make.

When Soarin dismounted after an uncountable (for Windy, she was distracted) number of climaxes, Windy shook her right forehoof.

Spitfire saw the gesture and drew herself back from Windy's snout. "Bathroom?" she asked. When Windy nodded back, Spitfire grinned. "Soarin, your pet is full. Empty her out and get back to working that womb."

"I was wondering when she'd need to. She's been drinking away like a champ. Come on, pet." With a few light smacks to Windy's rump, Soarin urged her to get up.

Windy felt about as full as she had with Rainbow in her first trimester. There wasn't a big bump, but she could feel a pressure inside from what Soarin had spent there. Rising to wobbly legs, she was grateful to Soarin for helping her to the bathroom.

Huddling over the toilet, she felt essence of stallion leak from her body, almost flowing like a river as it left her in volumes she'd never dreamed of before. The sound of the shower caused her to swing her head up to see Soarin stepping in.

The shower, Windy well knew, was plenty big enough not just for two ponies, but for two excited ponies. Clenching at her pelvic floor for all she was worth, she narrowed her view on the shower (forced naturally by the blinkers restricting her sight) and walked over to it.

"Thirsty?" Soarin asked. When Windy nodded, he smiled. "Come in then."

Windy slipped into the shower and noticed Soarin held his head up and was gulping down water. The reason was obvious—replacing fluids he planned to feed her. She didn't ask—she couldn't with the gag in—so she just lowered her head, dropped to the knees of her forelegs, and inched under Soarin.

Gulping down water, Soarin let out a happy groan when his shaft was introduced to the ring of Windy's mouth. He didn't move, he let his pet set her own pace. Tilting his head down, Soarin watched as Windy wagged her short tail adorably. "Come on. All the way down. Kiss my sheath."

Her position firm, Windy leaned forward to accomplish what Soarin commanded. Her hooves slid on the tiles trying to push forward, but she got all of him into her mouth easily enough—Soarin wasn't a big stallion, but that just made taking him better.

Soarin unfolded his wings a little and stretched his neck one way then the other in a sinuous motion. Under him—around him—Windy Whistles sucked, and rocked her head. "You're mouth is almost as good as your pussy, Pet."

Windy took the words for the compliment they were. She worked her tongue around Soarin's medial ring in long, deep slurps. She could taste Soarin's arousal overwhelming the remains of Spitfire's, and then from one moment to the next he tensed. Moaning in submissive delight, she pressed her mouth forward as far as she could to ensure nothing leaked free.

Hot and delicious, Windy suckled and drank at Soarin like a foal at a teat. Each spurt of his seed into the back of her throat made her only want more as she gulped it down. When he was done, she kept suckling.

"Insatiable. You can drink other things. I'll fill a water bowl for you." Despite his words, Soarin didn't move away or try to stop Windy from renewing her efforts. His sexual activities of late had skyrocketed, and Soarin had taken it as a challenge. Pushing through lethargy and the urge to just curl up somewhere. He relaxed into the attention and passed some time cleaning his wings and fur.

"You two almost done in there?" Spitfire, wearing her strap-on, peeked her head into the bathroom and spotted her lover being serviced. "If you let her wear you out, I'm going to be cross." Her tone ran counter to her words—Spitfire rather enjoyed seeing Soarin look so focused and relaxed at the same time.

Windy Whistle's ears twitched and turned around to focus on Spitfire's voice. She would have smiled to hear her mistress speak, but with the ring gag in place—not to mention Soarin's penis—she didn't have a hope. Closing her eyes, she settled in and let herself work at him as long as he wished her to—he was her master after all.

"Just—Just making sure she's well-fed." Soarin was losing his focus, losing the control that his training had imparted. He wanted nothing better than to pin Windy down and rut her, but he knew they weren't completely done for the night.

With another mouthful, Windy felt Soarin pull back from her. Too late she realized what that would do. The rubber hood protected her fur (not that she would have minded getting more of his seed on her), but it didn't stop Soarin from finishing all over her head. Of the stallions she'd known in her life, none had his output.

"Yeah, yeah. You know I've always got more for my mare." Soarin stepped out of the shower—ignoring Windy—and walked across the floor dripping water until he got to the doorway. Leaning forward, he kissed Spitfire and put all his lust and desire for her into the affectionate gesture.

Struggling up to her hooves, Windy shook her head under the shower to wash herself clean. She continued the shake down her body until even her tail wagged. It was renewing, enjoyable, and a wonderful way to finish off her day. Her first day as a pet for a week.

Spitfire finished the kiss, pulling back from her randy stallion. "Get her dry, so we can settle in for the night. We have a long day tomorrow."

Soarin watched Spitfire turn, his eyes glued to her rump, and waited until she was out of his sight before turning back to Windy. "C'mon, pet. You heard the commander."

Laying on the bed, Spitfire had prepared what she needed for when Windy and Soarin returned. The strap-on stuck straight up—or down when she was not laying on her back—and had a pair of little locking clips at its base.

First Soarin left the bathroom, then Windy. Spitfire watched as Windy's eyes became glued to the toy. "Get your mouth over here, Pet."

Windy Whistles could see what the toy's purpose was, and she approved. Anticipating the feel of the long toy penetrating her mouth all night, she pranced across the room and climbed up on the bed.

"Clever little thing, aren't you? Get your mouth down on that." Spitfire turned her hips a little toward Windy, and smiled as her pet settled down to engulf the rubber dildo with her mouth. "It's a long one. All the way. Come on," Spitfire said, encouraging Windy, "… and there you go."

At the end of her nose, Windy watched as Spitfire used the little latches to lock her mouth onto the toy. Each click had an air of finality to it, despite readily being able to unfasten it herself. It was big, but mostly in the long sense. Windy shifted the dong around in her mouth, trying to get it to a comfortable position before Spitfire shifted her hips.

Windy's eyes widened as her head was forced to turn. She moved with her mistress' motions, turning her body and flopping to her side with her nose still snugged between Spitfire's legs. Movement behind her distracted Windy from relaxing into sleep. The feel of Soarin's hooves hitting the bed on each side of her body told Windy he wasn't done with her yet, and with her head locked in place and blinkers on she couldn't see what he was doing.

Of course, as Soarin pushed himself into her, Windy got a good idea of what was going on. But, something was different. He felt bigger, longer, and there were odd bumps down his length.

"A little something a bat found for me." Soarin ground his hips forward, and sank the toy covering his penis into Windy. With it in all the way, he held still while he unfastened the thing from his own hips. "Do you like it, Pet?"

Holding her forelegs very still, Windy Whistles couldn't nod and couldn't speak a single word, but she could moan into Spitfire's groin as she felt Soarin reverse the straps and secure them around her hips. Her body ached to be rutted, to be bred by him, but with a toy stuffed at each end she was, apparently, prepared for the night.

"Sleep well," Spitfire said.

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