It all started with a drunken texted picture.

Delta Vee was well into her cups, having polished off more than a full bottle of whiskey in her run-down, disheveled trailer… not unusual for the dregs of her typical Thursday night debauch. Old-school rock and roll blared out from the middle-aged pegasus’s speaker system, her prized possession and a valuable distraction when you lived in the middle of the desert with few neighbors to make a noise complaint.

For some reason, she felt particularly sexy that night… and she wanted to share that feeling… or even… flaunt it.

Spreading her legs with a smug confidence, Delta snapped a quick photograph on her mid-tier cell phone. It was a great little snap, which perfectly accentuated her toned, tight marehood, heavy teats and slender tailhole. A photo this good had to be shared.

She started to scroll through her limited contacts list, the numbers from her other random hookups sliding past her eyes in a blur… none of them seeming particularly deserving of her teasing… until…

Him.

Her ex, Jet Stream.

Her smug face quickly soured, eyebrows pinching together.

She only had his number on her phone because his damn lawyer had insisted she have it programmed in so that she could text him to come pick up Apogee if she got too wasted. Not that she ever had done that: she could be sober for a weekend if she wanted.

She was about to move on to another contact, when an old memory surfaced in her mind: Jet begging her to stay, more than a decade earlier. The two had long since realised that any attempt to repair their relationship was completely impossible, but it titillated her to imagine Jet’s night being ruined with a graphic reminder of what he could never have again.

With a quick series of strokes - she fired off her picture… along with a snarky little accompanying message.

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Delta set aside her phone and laughed aloud to herself with a cruel chuckle, tipping back the last of her fizzy brown ale with a satisfied smack of her lips. The music kicked into one of her favorite tunes, and she slunk back into her kitchen chair, kicking her rear hooves up onto her table with a contented sigh.

This was living.

It was only a few minutes later, while Delta was scrounging through the various cabinets of her trailer looking for a bottle of tequila she was sure she still had before… a desperate attempt to keep her buzz going beyond the witching hour... when her phone suddenly pinged and vibrated on the kitchen table where she’d left it.

Delta chuckled as she reached for the glass-slab, a wonder of modern pony-technology. Nopony else would be texting her so late, so she knew it HAD to be her hated ex. As she pulled up the chat app, she wondered whether Jet had sworn at her for sending such a picture or told her not to text in the middle of the night or chided her to act her age. The funny part was… he wouldn’t be able to block her if he wanted to ke-

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Her phone jumped with the vibration of the internal motor, signifying that she’d just received a reply. There in the chat window, just below her acidic text to Jet Stream, was a full-page photo of the stallion in bed, holding his phone above his head and snapping a picture that looked down his body…

The shot was taken from above his head and showed off his rugged, male physique from the top down. Her eyes were naturally drawn down the length of his body toward the focus of the picture. She didn't try to see what was there, but it was impossible to ignore.

She tore her eyes away from the screen and muttered under her breath. While forcing her eyes to the keypad, she tapped out a brief reply.

Delta: It seems much smaller than I remember. Do mares even feel that when you put it in?

She tore her eyes away from the screen and muttered under her breath. While forcing her eyes to the keypad, she tapped out a brief reply.

The message was sent before she had a chance to think it over. She re-read it and cursed under her breath. That her mind went to that place first was exactly what the bastard wanted no doubt.

Delta waited for a reply, the bright screen beaming up at her with the sight of her ex laid bare. The device became an unbearable weight in her hooves… so she tossed it away from herself. She curled up into a ball, hugging her rear legs against her chest and fought down the trickle of warmth which threatened to tease at her body’s nethers.

It did little good. She grimaced at her own weakness.

“Traitor.” Delta growled at her own body. “I’m not letting that asshole get the bottom line though…” She got back up, setting her jaw out in defiance, snatched up her phone, and quickly tapped out a second follow-up. She needed to bury this unexpected anxiety.

Delta: I mean, seriously… lol what is that little colt dick? I wonder if you’d even feel that when you tried to slide it in.

Delta chuckled to herself, hitting below Jet’s belt should let her get the last laugh. And if she was laughing at Jet, she wasn’t worrying about her feelings toward him.

The screen jumped, another response received from Jet.

Jet: Uh-huh… sure… although maybe your flappy-cunt HAS gotten that loose over the years, huh?

’Fuck.’ Delta swore internally.

“Diamond!” Jet shouted from his office, having grumpily slumped into his chair only an hour after the sun-rise. He wasn’t even sure if Diamond Gavel, his right-hand mare and personal attorney, would be in this early.

“Yes boss?” Diamond asked, poking her head into the office. “You’re not usually in this early… what can I do for you?”

“Diamond… I want… uh… I need a hot date.” Jet started to blush, realizing too late how awkward this conversation was.

“Boss.” Diamond’s face had just darkened considerably, a facade of great restrained anger that nopony ever wanted to see when she was sitting across from them. “I thought I’d made it crystal-”

“No! No, Diamond I didn’t mean I was asking YOU on a date.” Jet chuckled, then groaned, smacking a hoof against his face. “Ugh… this was a stupid idea… I don’t know why I thought I was OK to ask y-”

“I can get you a date with Songbird Serenade tomorrow… or a date with the Stalliongrad ballerina twins tonight.” Diamond chimed in immediately looking down at her tablet to brief her boss. “I always have a couple of backup plans ready for you… I assume that this is for positive media for EquestriAero by showing you as a jet-setting CEO… and not because you’re just looking to empty your load… or rub your ex’s muzzle in it?”

Jet tried to not look at Diamond. He knew she’d be able to see right through him.

“...boss.” Diamond began, about to deliver a lecture.

“Diamond… please… just let me get away with it, this one time.” Jet groaned, not wanting to have this conversation.

Diamond sighed, “All right… I’ll get you the twins tonight… they’re more likely to put out, from what I’ve heard.”

Jet grinned. “You spoil me, Diamond.”

Diamond’s mouth tightened and she shook her head. “Yeah, I do… consider it your birthday present this year… but please... use protection… OK boss?”

Jet nodded vigorously. “Of course! I’ll use protection, potion and condom, hell I promise I’ll only do ‘em in the a-”

“Too much info, boss.” Diamond scolded, turning to head out of the room. “Remember - your executive committee meeting is in an hour.”

Jet grinned, despite the full day of running his company ahead of him.

Delta settled down into her usual stool at her favorite bar, which had always been a bit of a dive… but it was her dive. There was something rewarding about pushing open those beat up old doors and having the bartender instantly know that she needed a hangover cure from her previous night’s adventures.

Delta was nursing her tomato-flavored Caesar (definitely not her favorite drink, but she begrudgingly had to admit the tomato juice helped with her headache) and trying to forget about how much of a fool she’d made of herself the night prior. She should have left it after the first photo: Jet’s response was more than enough to confirm that she’d scored a hit on his pride… leaving him hanging afterward would have been so much-

*PING* *BZZ -ZZZ*

Her phone, buzzed, and she quickly flipped it out to see something she definitely hadn’t been expecting: more texts from Jet.

Jet: So, after your little comment last night about me, it made me wonder whether ‘little’ old me could satisfy any mare these days, so I decided to put myself back on the market…

Delta watched as a photo filled her screen. She could tell that it was NOT a selfie. This was a professionally snapped photo at some red-carpet event. Jet was wearing a suave tuxedo and was leaning back on the roof of what Delta recognized as a Bugatti Hayron (Delta had always been a bit of a gearhead)... and on either side of him… were two stunningly beautiful white-coated unicorns with stunning golden manes.

Delta recognized them as those two Stalliongrad ballerinas that had been on all the news programs for the past week. Apparently these 19-year old identical twins (Hoofya and Bitstasia… damned Stalliongradian names) were prodigies on the ballet stage… and they just oozed sexiness. Their perfect unicorn bodies were well accented by their slender evening gowns, which hugged their tight plots. Their manes were perfectly coiffed, and their big eyes sparkled under the camera’s flash, which accentuated their long, luscious eyelashes.

’Damn - what I wouldn’t give to sandwich my face between those two filllies’ flanks…’ Delta thought to herself, as she admired the two ballerinas.

Jet: ...and almost right away I made two new filly-friends! How about that?

Delta frowned, starting to type out her response:

Delta: Oh wow, good job attending some snooty-fake red-carpet event. Did they even talk to you or just pose for the cameras?

Just after she’d sent the text, another photo popped into the chat box. This one was not taken professionally. It was a selfie. It showed Jet in the supercar, with a confident grin on his face. The twins were sitting crammed in net to one another on the passenger seat… both were smiling seductively at the camera, pressing their muzzles against one another. Also in frame was one of the twins (who could tell them apart? Except one had blue eyeshadow and the other green), and her hoof had made its way across the stick-shift to rub against a noticeable bulge in Jet’s tuxedo pants.

’Buck.’ Delta thought to herself. She had almost no time to contemplate the implications of the photo sent to her when another one popped into frame.

The scene had shifted. Apparently the trio were on an elevator somewhere. Once again, Jet was holding the phone out away from him, so he could get the whole scene in. He was up against the wall of the elevator, between the two sexy unicorns, looking up confidently as the two twins Prench kissed each other just under his chin, across his body. They were both passionately into it… and they were clearly grinding against Jet’s thighs as they committed their incestuous make-out session. The hoof that was not holding the camera had weaved its way through the Twin’s forehooves (which were busy stroking the bulge in Jet’s pants) and through the slit in green-eyeshadow’s dress… doing something underneath the fabric.

Delta saw something catch her eye and inspected the image more closely. She saw that blue-eyeshadow’s left hoof was actually massaging the tip of Jet’s stallionhood, which was poking up and over the top of his belt.

’Damn Stalliongrad sluts.’ Delta felt a pit in her stomach: she had a sinking feeling where these photos were heading.

Jet: Well… I guess this ‘sort of’ qualifies as a photo shoot… though I doubt the Canterlot Times would print THIS

The next photo filled the screen. This time there was no smirking Jet face… just two thirsty Stalliongrad muzzles caught in mid-slide as they suckled on either side of Jet’s fat shaft. Both were lying on their stomachs on a bed, lavishing Jet’s stallionhood with their tongues while looking coyly up at the camera. Their long pink tongues were wrapping with each other underneath Jet’s medial ring, and the dripping saliva all along his dark, slick skin was more than enough evidence that the twins had been taking good care of the entirety of his cock. Green-eyeshadow looked particularly happy to be wrapping her lips around the thick hunk of flesh: Delta could feel the saliva building in her own mouth, making her lick her yearning lips… though she couldn’t tell if it was because of her desire to kiss those luscious Stalliongrad lips and wet tongue… or to suckle that throbbing medial ring.

Another ping. Another picture.

Jet’s dark cock was still in the center of the image. Rigid and throbbing with its masculinity in that way that Delta had always loved. Only now, instead of two teenage mouths on either side of his shaft… two tight, plump, white pussies were sandwiching Jet’s fat cockhead. The two naughty Stalliongrad fillies were mashing their marelips into the rigid piece of fleshy steel, digging the hot curve of Jet’s dick into their lips. Delta had to close her mouth as she gazed over the image, particularly noticing the little hint of pink that she could see from one of the two marehoods, showing that the ballerina had a very nice clitoris… and also seeing the sloppy clear fluid dripping down Jet’s slick shaft: she swallowed thickly imagining how that marejuice would taste… and whether she would be willing to lick it right off Jet’s fat base.

Jet: Did you know that these things can send short video clips now? The wonders of technology!

Delta swallowed the saliva building up in her throat, her thoughts not on venom or vitriol so much as erotic anticipation. She thumbed the phone - starting the brief video.

“Unf! Unf! Da! Da! Zo guud!” The teen-ballerina’s hips bounced up and down with noisy wet slaps on Jet’s lower torso: her slender crotchteats bouncing rhythmically above her tight little marehood, which clenched part way down the thick stallionhood, her youthful exuberance and spasms leading to a frothy creamy marejuice that spilled and coated the lower part of Jet’s base.

‘Stupid brat can’t even take the whole thing PROPERLY.’ Delta’s lip curled as she continued to watch.

“Mmmnnfgh gllnn mm eggsh…” Delta heard Jet’s muffled voice, while the camera angle shifted and changed slightly, showing the other twin currently sitting on Jet’s face, grinding her rump into his snout before she leaned forward to kiss her bouncing sister. “Vat are you sayink?” She purred, before taking her sister’s muzzle in her own. The camera panned back down to the well-stretched cunt, her bright pink inner lips being spread wide by the huge thickness of cock thrusting into her.

‘That fucker isn’t even wearing a condom! He’s going to end up doing to slut-yana and whore-ovski there what he did to me!’ Delta snarled internally, as she watched the pulsating central vein throb and thump. She felt her own marebits swell slightly, against her intention. She remembered how Jet’s cock would thrum like that just before he came.

“MNnngghhH!!!” Jet began to groan, and Delta saw a tiny squirt of white escape from the tight seal between her ex’s penis and the ballerina’s pussy. Then the camera tumbled and the recording stopped.

Delta felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she considered what would have happened after the recording stopped. Jet had always been a prodigious producer. She was sure he’d stuffed the ballerina’s pussy full and made a mess of her teats too when he overflowed. She touched her own teats contemplatively, remembering times he’d done the same to her. He’d probably not even gone soft… if old age hadn’t caught up to him, that is. Her phone pinged again.

Jet: Oops, sorry I dropped my phone part way. Didn’t mean to cheat you out of the big finish, so here’s another one.

Another video. Another click.

The two tight, pale, ballerina plots were stacked on top of each other. Clearly one of the sisters was lying on her back while the other had planted herself belly-to-belly on her twin. Whatever was going on up above was out of frame however… only their two white plots, soaked with a debauched mixture of sweat and fluids were visible. The cute ass on the bottom had clearly already been thoroughly attended to: Delta could see that the messy golden tail was sticking together with strands of Jet’s cum. Just above that tail was a slightly out-of-sorts tailhole, stretched and strained by a recent invader with a small trickle of stallion-juice leaking from its red interior. Even more out of sorts was the marehood above that, gaping and throbbing in the happy state of having been freshly-fucked by a large stud.

Delta’s eyes continued up the video, her hoof idly scratching at her lower belly, trying to massage some of the tension that she could feel building up in her gut. Her eyes found the ballerina on top where the action was occurring.

Her slender wet pink slit peeked out of its tight frame of plump mare-lips, drooling and winking from the attention it was receiving just above: Jet’s hugely thick cock was stuffed into the tight asshole of one of the two ballerinas. He couldn’t fit much more than the big cockhead of his flare inside her tight little ring of flesh, thrusting back and forth only a couple of inches, making the teen’s abused ring of muscle strain and stretch as the older stallion fucked her ass.

“Da! Da! Da … yez Papa! Papa! Papa!” The ballerina whined in time with Jet’s short thrusts, her pussy quivering in a way that Delta thought might have been indicative of an orgasm. The passionate exhortations shook Delta slightly.

‘Papa? Shit these hot mares are only a few years older than Apogee.’ Delta frowned slightly. She didn’t like thinking about her age. Especially not when watching her ex screwing an incredibly young teenager in her asshole.

In the video Jet grunted suddenly, his cock throbbing up larger and larger as he paused in his thrusts. “Fuck I’m cumming.”

Delta watched as the ballerina’s asshole swelled and grew, indicating the pressure against it of the growing flare of Jet’s cockhead as he began to orgasm. A powerful spasm wracked the thick shaft, and with a guttural yell, Jet yanked his flare out of the tight ponut. The swollen ring showed how it had already accepted Jet’s first shot as the mighty flare broke free into the air, firing another thick jet of sticky cream onto the teen’s back.

‘Ouch! What an ass…’ Delta grimaced, her eyes glued to the cumming tip of Jet’s flare. ‘That fucking cock though… shit…’

“Fffuuuuuck!” Jet groaned in the video, before grabbing the filly’s tail, and positioning his ejaculating cock against her pussy lips… and slamming as deep as he could fit in one single, brutal thrust… making the poor girl yelp with surprise.

‘’Selfish prick.’ Delta thought, watching the poor pussy strain around the pulsating cock as it dumped load after load into the fertile Stalliongrad pussy. ‘Wish that was me.’ Delta snapped upright as the thought popped into her head, shocking her. Her fury ripped up with a vengeance as she waved the thought away, banishing it to the depths from whence it had came… she would never want… HIM.

“Fuck… t-tell my ex how much you loved my cock… I’m recording.” Jet groaned to the unicorn on the video.

“Cyka blyat, dolboyeb...” she groaned to her sister, “he never stop talking about your wife while you fuck us.”

“She’s not my wi-” Jet began, cut off by the end of the video.

Jet: Not bad for a little colt hm? Don’t feel bad you dusty old mare. :-)

Slowly, from the periphery of her vision, the atmosphere of the dingy bar rushed back to Delta. The little window into Jet’s world now sat unmoving in her hooves, Jet’s last message burnt out from the screen of her phone, embedding itself in her psyche. Somehow in the simple characters forming a smiley face, she could see Jet’s wry face staring at her.

Delta became distinctly aware of how wet her seat was… how hot her cheeks were… how stiff her nipples felt. Only moments before she had been drooling like some.. moron. She felt a sinking feeling in her gut, an insidious terror nagging at her. How could she have even thought about that… dick... in that way… after what he had done? There was no way that she had some kind of remaining attraction for any part of him… right!?

Delta blinked, her eyes feeling hot and puffy. There was something there, bubbling up inside her - did she still feel something… anything for Jet, after all these years?

NO.

Delta clicked her jaw into place. She furrowed her brow. She forced her lips to curl into a growling frown.

Not now. Not EVER.

She would replace her feelings of weakness, her uncontrollable emotions with one that she could master. Her ANGER. Her rage. She took a heavy swig of her caesar, wishing it was something much harder, and slammed the glass down on the bar with enough force to draw the attention of the bartender. She forced images through her head of Jet laughing, bathing in media attention, while she was stuck in her trailer, getting awards for aerospace development, having his life handed to him on a fucking platter… and getting loved by their daughter… hugged by her! And all with that damn, smiley face.

That smiley face on her phone glowed at her, despite her squeezing hoof.

‘Fuck this.’

Delta stood up, her eyes scanning the remainder of the relatively quiet bar. Hunting.

In the corner was a group of university students, chatting quietly. This bar was usually not the kind of place that those students would hang out in, but sometimes during the study-break season when other bars would get too full, sometimes the local college kids would come for a quiet drink.

She walked over, quickly taking in the details of the table. Two unicorn colts and a pegasus filly. One of the unicorns looked fairly athletic, maybe even a varsity athlete type, but he was sitting next to the filly on the far side of the table… and Delta wasn’t looking to waste any time, not even to walk around the table. So instead she put her hoof on the shoulder of the other colt, a nerdy type wearing a vest with horn rimmed glasses… a bit scrawny and dorky.

“Hey kid.. Do you know how to make one of these things record video?” Delta growled, shoving her phone in the face of the bespectacled unicorn undergrad.

“Uh… y-yes?” He replied, pushing his glasses up on his face.

“Alright come with me, right now.” Delta hooked one of her hooves under his armpits hauling him up and out of his chair.

“Excuse me, miss…” he began with surprise, his friends already looking wide-eyed at the strange interruption by the older blue-furred pegasus in a dirty tank top, but Delta could tell he wasn’t resisting, he was the type to get pulled along and into things.

“Shush, I won’t take long, you’ll be back soon.” Delta huffed, dragging the poor colt out of his chair and leading him toward the back of the bar. Though he looked back at his friends with a pleading look, they simply shrugged and waved their hooves making him roll his eyes and go along with the grouchy older mare.

“So, miss… I guess you have a video you need help video? My name is Pone Dext-”

“Don’t care.” Delta snarled, kicking open the door to the colt’s bathroom. Her eyes searched the fairly clean lavatory (it was the afternoon still after all) looking for other stallions… but none were to be found… and the stalls seemed empty too. Perfect.

“Uh miss? This isn’t the…”

“Shut up, kid.” Delta tossed her phone into Dexter’s hooves, “Just record video when I tell you, OK?”

“OK? What am I- Oof!” The undergrad was interrupted as Delta pushed him up against the tiled wall, between the line of urinals and the bank of sinks. She was pinning him against the wall with both of her hooves, letting her wings extend slightly before looking into the young stallion’s face with a predatory glint.

“Quiet kid… tell me… do you have a filly-friend?” Delta had leaned in close, her nose just an inch away from Dexter’s.

“N-no… I’ve n-never…”

“Last question, kiddo… I intend to rut your brains out…” Delta’s smile went wide, showing her teeth like a lioness about to make a kill. She slid one of her knees between Dexter’s legs, brushing against his inner thigh and coming in contact with his groin, making him squeak. “Last chance...let me know if you want off of this rollercoaster…”

The nerdy unicorn swallowed heavily, a little *meep* escaping his lips. Though he was scared, his heart was pounding in his chest with excitement… this was just like those doujins he read… it was really happening to him! “J-just… be gentle.” He groaned.

“Cute.” Delta chuckled in response to the colt’s blush, before moving her face closer with a grin.

Dexter closed his eyes and tilted his head, expecting the kiss to come from the older mare any moment. He opened his lips in anticipation… Delta rolled her eyes, bringing her head downwards instead of kissing him, immediately going down on the undergrad and inspecting his sheath and balls from a close-up perspective. She blew hot air over the already peeking cockhead.

“O-oh… oh my…” His squeak drifted down from above: he had finally realized no romantic kiss was coming.

“Let momma get you nice and ready, kiddo.” Delta winked upwards before moving forward and drawing the flat pink penis head into her muzzle with her tongue. He quickly expanded inside her, inches pouring out of his sheath with the speed of a young, healthy colt. Delta chuckled as she swirled her tongue around his cockhead, which was only thickening slightly, barely requiring her to carefully open her teeth wider… he was a long fellow, but not a thick one… almost narrow, really... but he would do just fine.

“Oh… oh miss…” Dexter squeaked, his hands hovering on either side of her head. “You are… you are… so good… thank you…”

Delta rolled her eyes, then started to bob on his dick. She had just wanted to get him hard, but if this was his first blowjob (which it might really be) she was going to give him a good time. Delta brought her hooves up along either side of his legs, squeezing his flanks slightly before letting one of her hooves drift underneath his saliva-slicked shaft, massaging at the brown pouch carrying his average testicles.

She closed her eyes and swallowed heavily, making sure to suppress the urge to gag or cough as she let his length slide to the back of her throat… then down it… then further… past his ring… until she was able to boop her nose against his lower belly. His smaller girth actually made taking his long cock deep down her throat kind of fun!

“Oh yes! I’m cumming!” Dexter squeaked suddenly.

‘Seriously!?’ Delta’s eyes widened. It hadn’t even been a minute yet! But she could feel the bulge in her throat, as his flare thickened slightly then began to throb, again and again. She felt a warmth in her stomach, a few spurts of his thin, watery cum jetting out as she withdrew the fleshy tube from her esophagus, hoping to get some of his seed on her tongue… only to get a mere final watery dribble despite her doing her best doe-eyed ‘please-cum-on-my-face’ look.

Delta groaned as she watched the mottled pink and brown shaft going slowly soft. ‘What is WRONG with young colts these days!? One and done?’

“Th-thank you… so much… mis-”

“Shut it, Kid.” Gee grumbled, angrily swallowing the remnants of Dexter’s effusive gratitude. “I didn’t mean for you to pop in my muzzle...”

“H-huh?” Ponedexter squeaked, quickly taking his floppy long soft stallionhood into his hooves as Gee casually let it drop from her grasp and stood up. “I d-don’t understand…”

Gee clicked her tongue slightly and put her two hooves up on the bathroom wall next to the colt, flaring her two blue wings out. “Oh you understand… or at least… he understands…” Gee motioned toward the long pink tube of flesh with her chin before widening her rear hooves’ stance, arching her back slightly and tilting her plot upwards… then flicking her tail in a lazy swirling motion that drew its blue hairs across Ponedexter’s sticky shaft playfully… before continuing its swirl so that it was sticking directly up into the air, fully presenting the older mare’s plot to be ready for a ploughing.

“Oh… oh m-my…” The nervous colt mumbled, reflexively adjusting his glasses before stumbling away from the wall and turning about, so that he could keep his eyes locked on that delectable blue pussy. The smaller pegasus’s age seemed to have had no effect on her incredible plot and hindquarters: a perfect set of plump lips and pink heat, framed by a set of flanks that were thick enough to make any stallion go wild. Ponedexter’s nostrils flared, picking up the sweet musk of Delta’s scent against the harsh cleaning chemicals which lingered in the bathroom air. A ripple flowed through his long pink tumescent cock, as it quickly began to fill with blood again.

“See? Told ya he understood…” Delta grinned.

“I… I d-don’t know… I mean... I’ve n-never…”

“Shhh!” Delta hissed. “Don’t think too much kid. There’s a feral stallion in every colt, burning to bury their cock in a filly…” Delta flexed her powerful pelvic floor as she flicked her tail invitingly, causing her marehood to tighten and wink outwards at the younger colt. “All you gotta do is just get your damn brain outta the way…”

Ponedexter clenched his jaw shut. He breathed out hard through his nostrils and flexed his lower abdomen, driving blood into his cock and making it jump up and slap against his belly. He strode forward, ready to take this mare… his mare!

His heart pounded in his chest, even as his brain screamed at him a cacophony of doubts and fears… anxieties and worries about embarrassment or complication… No! Swallow it down! Let it go! Give in to the desire! Just for now, like this mare had said… couldn’t he just for once act on impulse!? He would! Only listen to that drive... Push push push! Buck buck buck!

He snorted and whinnied.

The noisy clatter of hooves on the bathroom tile filled the air before he clumsily brought his forehooves onto Delta’s shoulders, putting most of his weight onto the smaller mare. He couldn’t hear the gentle encouraging coos from Delta, the sound of blood and adrenaline coursing through his ears was overpowering, it was impossible to focus. This was happening! He was fucking another mare! He began to thrust his hips wildly forward, pressing forward with agonizing intention, again and again, as he clenched his eyes.

“Woah… woah there, kid.” Delta cooed, trying to get the excited young buck to calm down for a moment. The kid had excitedly mounted her, but he was thrusting against air, his shaft slapping against her crotch teats as he humped wildly underneath his target. “Celestia dammit!” Gee groaned, at this rate the stupid kid would end up nutting underneath her, splattering all over the bathroom wall.

She reached down with one of her hooves, careful to brace herself so that she didn’t lose her grip and slip down the wall. She managed to catch the rock-hard narrow shaft as it slid back and forth at a high rate and gave it a menacing squeeze that made the rutting colt pause.

“Ok kid, back with me?” Delta asked looking over her shoulder at Ponedexter, who had opened his eyes when he felt the mare’s powerful grasp. He nodded. “All right, how about you give this a try instead…” Delta smirked, repositioning the unicorn’s narrow flare so that it was positioned at the entrance to her marehood. She guided the first half inch of the flat head into her velvet-furrow. “You might like it bet- ooph”

At the feeling of the wet, juicy, sticky kiss of Delta’s cunt Ponedexter had immediately thrust forward, driving the entire length of his stallionhood into the smaller mare. It wasn’t his fault… well… not entirely in any case… not only was instinct working against him, but the incredible gripping massage of the blue-pegasus was so intoxicating there was no chance of him slowing his thrust until it finally ran into a deep barrier… and even then he kept up his forcing pelvic push until he felt his hips connect with Delta’s cushiony flanks with a solid *Plap!*

Delta swallowed a curse, the breath driven out of her by the sudden intrusion into her cervix on the first damn thrust of their copulation. She resisted the urge to return the favor with a quick buck to the colt’s dangling fruit - something she would have done to other stallion-brutes who didn’t think much of jamming it in without a care for their mare’s enjoyment. ‘He doesn’t know any better, he’s just a kid…’ Delta thought to herself, biting her lip as she quickly adjusted to the stallion inside her.

She felt him begin to move slightly, revealing his lack of skill as he only moved back and forth a half-inch at a time, reluctant to withdraw and use longer, more sensual strokes.

‘Kid’s got length, but no idea how to use it…’ Delta smirked to herself, quickly regaining her composure and feeling out the pink heat of the penis inside her. She flexed and squeezed her marehood and inner-muscles, rippling her powerful vaginal muscles in a well-practiced contraction.

‘Bit narrow too… should be pretty easy to get a handle on this dick..’ Delta thought back to some other stallions she’d had in her life… the thicker ones were always a challenge: girthy stallions made it so hard to use her clenching tightness effectively… and then after a certain point she couldn’t do anything... but hang on. This kid would prove no challenge at all - she sent another milking shiver through her cunt. Her ideal was a big, long stallionhood, with a nice massive thickness… the perfect cock was …

The image of the damn smiley face popped into her head, unbidden and unwelcome. Jet’s stupid smiling grin. His damn ‘I-get-everything-I-want’ face, with his big bobbing erection underneath it. A ‘perfect’ cock…

‘Fuck that.’ Delta growled in her head.

“Hey kid…” Delta snarled, swatting backward with her left wing to tap him on his side and get his attention. All she got in return were more grunts and continued and ineffective little thrusts. “Hey!” Delta snarled knitting her eyebrows together in frustration, locking down her pelvic floor and shutting the opening to her penetrated marehood with a vise-like firmness.

“Uhh… huh?” The colt squeaked painfully his thrusting stopped by the very real fear that this throbbing stallionhood could be painfully crushed inside its velvet prison.

“The camera kid.” Delta huffed, letting her glare soften and relaxing her internal musculature. “I need a video, remember?”

The colt fumbled with the phone, still in his hoof. “H-how do I… uh…”

“I queued it up for you already… just hit the damn record button…” Delta grumbled, inadvertently sending another shiver through her vagina. She didn’t care she’d revealed the whole excuse for getting Ponedexter into the bathroom was a ruse - she just wanted to get this over with and get her revenge on Jet.

“No, don’t point it at my face… and NOT your face either kid! Action shot! On my pussy!” Delta growled.

Ponedexter did as instructed, sliding back with his forelegs until one of his hooves was resting directly on Delta’s thick ass, while the other hoof held the camera (in landscape mode, thankfully), and focused down on the union of his and the mare’s body, where his rigid, pink cock disappeared into her dark, wet, blue lips.

“You got it framed up?”

He nodded, swallowing.

Delta grinned. “Then enjoy the show… Jet…” She said to the camera.

A harsh white light bathed the wall of the swanky, upscale Las Pegasus hotel, a small beacon in the dark room which only illuminated a small space above the Princess-size bed’s headboard.

.Jet had been sitting for hours in the dark, unable to sleep.

And it wasn’t the rather large lump of young Stalliongradian ponies under the covers near him taking up room. The twins had quickly snuggled up against one another once their ‘ballet of the night’ had concluded, shoving the older stallion off to one side in a way that starkly demonstrated just how ‘intimate’ Jet’s relationship with them truly was: no post-coital snuggles for the aerospace magnate. But that wasn’t why he was up: the sheets and size of the richly appointed bed would be more than enough to coax even a caffeine-filled Ponyville baker to sleep.

What was keeping him up was his phone.

The device hummed in his hooves for the first time since hours earlier when he’d received her message - he was running low on battery. He scrunched his brow slightly, annoyed that he would have to delay his viewing of the chat for something as trivial as battery charge… before he was able to convince himself that the desire he was feeling for the mare in the video was no more than a specter of a bygone age.

Sighing, he tapped the play button on his phone once again. He pulled the trackbar past the annoying tumble of jarring images as the operator… apparently a rather dweebish-looking unicorn colt… was barked at by Delta to frame the shot. He’d already seen it more than thirty times, and he wanted to get to the part that troubled him more quickly.

The harsh sound filled the room once again, though the softly slumbering twins didn’t seem to notice.

“O-ok… it’s recor- oh fuck!” The offscreen stallion grunted, the phone’s camera struggling to focus in on the scene: the union of his pink shaft with his ex’s gripping, tight blue lips.

Jet shuddered, feeling the rush of heat to his nethers once again - there was something about that perfect ass... those tight, quivering lips… and her round, puckered tailhole that stirred something in him.

“Mmm… you ain’t felt nothing kid… you watchin’, Jet?” That sultry, smoky voice. That fucking bitchy, smugness. Her face wasn’t in the shot as she said it - her plot took up the entirety of the shot - but he could clearly see her vicious, toothy snarl. She loved her revenge… especially if it was aimed at him.

Jet swallowed as Delta began to move. Her hips sliding up and down with a rhythmic, primal intensity that a mare from Ember’s courtesan service could only aspire to. Her plump flanks swayed only slightly with each change in direction - no longer the firm tightness of a young filly - but a thick juiciness that made Jet’s heart skip a beat.

“Oh… oh! OH!” The annoying nasally tone of the stallion always bothered Jet during this part. He hated that the colt was losing himself so easily to Delta’s ministrations: was he a damn filly, squeaking out like that? He hated the colt’s out of time thrusts, which were weak and ineffective. Most of all… he hated that the colt wasn’t him.

Delta’s grinding backwards humps began to take on a new character. As she worked her way down the long shaft, she would work in a tantalizing wiggle with her hips, teasing the length of penis that was still embedded in her. Jet could only shiver with the memory of that particular move… the lingering reminiscence of how it felt to have his ex’s cunt gripping at him so tightly as his stallionhood was wiggled in every direction, back during those passionate nights in Delta’s dorm room.

“M-miss… I’m c-cummming!!!” The pinhead squeaked, making Jet click his tongue with vituperous disapproval. Not only was he depriving Delta by being so weak-willed… he wasn’t even getting the most out of it for himself! If only it were Jet that were there… Jet felt the soft satin of the covers against his stallionhood rising as his erection grew under the covers.

“Nope. You’re not.” Delta’s grunt came out through the phone’s speakers, before she slammed her rear all the way down to the base of the stallion’s erection… then clenched.

Jet winced in commiseration. It was the only moment throughout the video where he almost felt bad for the colt.

With throbbing, unyielding intensity, Delta’s slick, swollen marehood snapped shut and choked the throbbing pink stallionhood. Powerful muscles in her flanks and along the crevices of her plot flexed and twitched - but never relaxed. The exertion sent a small squirt of clear juice spurting from the fleshy-seal as it tightened, and shot the familiar pinkish-red, bit-sized clitoris of the blue pegasus out, clenched in the open environment in a perpetual wink.

“Ahhh! Ahhh! AHHH!!” The colt whined out vainly, his pink stallionhood swelling and throbbing like a kinked gardenhose, his orgasm painfully pinched off and jammed in the bottom inch of his base. His free hoof clutched vainly at Delta’s ass and the frame shook as he involuntarily clenched his forehooves from the sensation of his impeded ejaculation.

Jet reached down with one of his hooves and touched the large tent he was pitching. The next part was his favorite.

Delta began to gyrate slightly, without using her rear legs. This was definitely a new move that she hadn’t had when they’d been in college. At first, the glorious orbs of her ass cheeks gained momentum slowly… obeying the laws of physics… but as she perfectly tilted her hips with each metronomic cycle, grinding her pubis bone against the stallion behind her to achieve the motion she needed… her ass began to defy gravity.

Twerking was what the kids called it - at least it was what his teenage daughter had said it was. But it was one thing to see the act done on a TV screen by some zebrican mare dancer… and quite another to see the act performed on an actual cock.

“Mm... mm… m… *huf*... yeah… you like that… mm… Jet? Fuck you.” Delta growled at him from offscreen, as she focused on both pinching off the colt’s orgasm while twerking his poor rod into oblivion.

“P-please! PLEASE!” The colt begged.

“A-alright… *huf*... you buckin’ filly…” Delta chuckled. Her twerking abruptly stopped. Her pussy released and opened up slightly. Her tail flicked up proudly, fully displaying to the camera her whole, beautiful blue plot as the almost red-colored, blood engorged cock finally released... throbbing with pulse after pulse into Delta’s pussy.

His pussy.

Jet was snarling at the screen. He was too enraged, too focused, to even notice the extra set of hooves pumping his erection through the covers.

Jet shook his head with displeasure as the colt’s orgasm faded after only three throbs. His erection quickly shrinking, like a scared turtle, withdrawing from the heavenly crevice it had been blessed with… leaving only a pathetic dribble in its wake.

“That’s it? Sheesh, champ you g-” Delta began placatingly before the video cut off. Ending once again.

Jet felt something wet and warm playing at his sticky, unwashed flare under the blankets, well-timed with a gentle, pumping caress from young talented hooves that were on the outside of the blanket. It drew his attention enough to look down his chest.

The twins were up.

They giggled as he noticed them, one laying on his right, her hooves vigorously stroking the massive tentpole he’d erected… and the other underneath the covers on his left, slathering his dark shaft with wet and long licks.

“He doesn’t fucking deserve her.” He growled to Hoofya, who was grinning at him from above the blankets. At this moment, he wanted her to agree with his statement, despite her having no possible opinion on the subject. He wanted even more than the hoofjob she was giving him.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “You stallions are crazy.” She grunted in her half-intelligible, thick accent. “Zat is your wife, da?” She shook her head sadly, still pumping him.

“Yes… I mean… no… my ex… we never married but... “ Jet grunted. His nagging uncertainty about how he felt making him want to start the video once again, instead of focusing on the two teenage fillies in his bed.

“Gah! Stupid volyomat!” Hoofya snapped, flicking his tentpole with her hoof grumpily. “Stupid buckin’k Equestrian… just go talk to your voman! Stop complicating!” She prodded him in the chest with a hoof.

Jet paused. The bud of an idea forming in his head. Was it really so simple? Could he just… admit to Delta he wanted her? He looked down at the phone. ’What if she’s doing the exact same thing I am?’ His hoof went down from the play button in the chat screen… to the text box.

Jet: We need to talk. High-roller cafe 9AM tomorrow.

He hit send.

“Gud boy! You zee?” Hoofya purred, peeling back the now-sticky covers slowly, revealing her twin sister suckling at the glans of Jet’s cockhead. “World works so much better ven ponies stop with complicate…”

She stood up and turned around positioning her rear at the tip of Jet’s fat cock, before flicking her tail up to reveal her plump marehood, still sticky from their earlier fuck. Bitstasia continued lapping and kissing at the throbbing dark stallionhood, tracing her tongue up off the tip and into her sister’s cunt as it began to slip around Jet’s penis, before going even higher and suckling at the area between Hoofya’s ponut and marehood.

“...and just go for vat zey vant.” Hoofya cooed as she slid down and into her sister’s tongue, impaling herself on stallionflesh.

Delta sat at the bar, stubbing out a cigarette into an ashtray that was already full of them. It was already closing time. She had just finished going over those damn photos for the tenth damn time. At least it had proved a useful to excuse to wave off the now much more confident Ponedexter when he’d dropped by on his way out to ask for her number. Delta had simply buried her nose in her phone. When he’d insisted, she’d given him a sigh and a wink: “Champ, you’re just too much stud for me, kid. I’ll always be around.. Hey, I think your friends are heading out.”

At least somepony should leave feeling like a million bits tonight, Delta mused.

Unlike her. With her sloppy, soaked rear… and this damn text message.

She lit up another cigarette as she pondered what the invitation meant. Even worse, she wondered what the hell it meant that she’d been typing out in the chat box herself moments before: Delta: Hey. We need to talk.

She massaged her temples. How the fuck had this happened.

Her phone buzzed one more time, catching her attention.

Jet: Uh… actually… better make that 11AM.

Author's Note

Comment, Like and Favorite if you're enjoying the fic!
It means a LOT to the author

I'd like to start off by thanking the artists, Big Mac 115 and Shinodage! They kicked this thing off.

Next a HUGE thank you to my editor xRei. If you ever feel that a portion of the story feels like it has a bit more quality, he's probably the one to thank! He constantly drives me to write better and adds fantastic edits himself.

Another thank you to my friend Star! He gave valuable prereading feedback throughout!

This was an extremely difficult story for me to write: any approach toward a Jet/Delta healing in Shino's canon has always been extremely difficult to consider, let alone write. Granted, this is only a small tryste, not an actual reconciliation... but even then I didn't want to approach without Shino's greenlight, so I was eager when he asked if I could write a clopfic about the comic exchange with BMac.

This is the result of over a month of writing, bit by bit, and lots and lots of tweaking and editing.

I know I try to write light hearted clop, but I hope this has hit a nice balance for you all between some good, fappable raunch... and a little story and plot (ok maybe a lot of PLOT, if you catch my drift)!

Did I pull it off? Let me know in the comments!