He prefers the term 'pool technician'.
The sun beat down on a brown furred, orange-maned earth pony, as he worked his pool-skimmer carefully around a beautiful blue in-ground pool. The birds were chirping happily, and a warm breeze from out of the Everfree forest kept the solar rays from becoming stifling.
Pool Party loved his summer job… or at least, he usually did.
It gave him plenty of easy income, which he’d always appreciated as a young high school colt. Now that he had graduated and would be heading off to Canterlot University in the fall, he appreciated it even more. He’d heard just how costly ciders could get in the capitol. Sacrificing a few lazy summer days a week to help his Ponyville community out by skimming, pH balancing, cleaning and maintaining their pools was barely a chore: he’d always loved pools. Heck, he was going to get his degree in hydrological civil engineering if everything went the way he hoped! Meeting his neighbors, working with water, and getting easy bits. He really did love his job.
... until he inevitably reached one particular house on his route.
It never failed. All these summers, he’d have to gird himself and psyche himself up to enter the backyard of this, the largest mansion in the Ponyville area. The Rich family mansion. It wasn’t that the Riches underpaid him - to the contrary, they rewarded him handsomely for taking careful care of their gigantic pool and jacuzzi with its complex heating system. Nor was the problem his direct employer, Mr. Filthy Rich. He had always been extremely supportive of him, happy to remind him of that he had started out doing menial tasks himself, working himself up the rungs of the economic ladder. He’d even written a recommendation letter for Pool Party that had supported his application to Canterlot U.
No, the problem was Filthy Rich’s mares.
His wife and daughter were about as rotten as a pony could get… excluding those ponies who actually turned to the dark side and implemented some world-conquering scheme that would get them banished to Tartarus… or hired as the guidance counselor for the local friendship school… or allowed to become the town show-magician... Pool Party never could wrap his head around the Equestrian justice system.
In any case, the number of times that the older mare had sneered at him, looking down her snout with disgust whenever he’d tried to happily greet her with a “Good afternoon, ma’am!” had led to him giving up trying… whereupon she’d promptly clicked her tongue at him and scolded him for being so rude as to ignore her. Then there was the time he’d politely asked if he could use their restroom. He’d been given some lemonade at the house prior and the tasty liquid had run right through him. He knew they had one in their pool house that was never used, but he wanted to be polite and ask before using it.
Spoiled Rich had acted as though she’d been struck, before rebuking him that he was ‘just a worker’ and that he would ‘trail his muddy filth all through their home’. Pool Party had waited until the mare went back inside, before walking over to her garden and ‘watering’ her prize rose-bush. How he’d laughed when the next week he’d seen the mare agonizing over her withered and dried out bush! Until… she’d turned her ire on his good friend, Pollen Count.
Pollen Count was much like Pool Party. A young, recent high-school graduate looking to earn a few bits before heading out for his freshman year to his school of choice, Manehattan Institute of Technology. Pool Party saw him often as he made his rounds. The colt also worked summer jobs, though he focused on gardening and landscaping. Pool Party would have thought that in a town of mostly earth-ponies demand for gardening services would be low… but the wealthier part of town had no problem leaving the trimming, weeding, earth-moving and the other more tedious horticultural tasks to the gentle giant of an earth-pony, Pollen Count.
Pool Party had felt awful at how badly Pollen had been chewed out by Mrs. Rich. She angrily jabbed him in the chest, accusing him of using dirty, half-grade Zebrican soil, purchased from Zecora (whatever that meant), before asserting that if her rosebush wasn’t back to its full and fertile bloom by the next week she’d charge him the full cost of its replacement. Pollen Count was an experienced gardener, he could tell exactly what had caused the rosebush to shrivel. Glancing over at the terrified Pool Party, the landscaper had given him a cool, reassuring nod, before taking his chewing-out in stride.
Pool Party had trotted over and thanked him profusely for not ratting on him. But the kind-hearted, brown-furred, muscular and large (he played linebacker for the hoofball team) had cut him off quickly. “No worries, dude. Just remember we’re all in this together. Last week I resisted the urge to take a dump in the pool after she got on me about the soil under her rosebush… but I remembered that she’d never be the one to skim that out.” Pool Party blanched as he realized the bullet he’d dodged, and he’d quickly promised that he’d make sure not to make the same mistake again. “Ah, it’s alright dude. Lemme tell you: it’d take a miracle to get the soil under her bush to be anything but dry and barren.” The big stallion had laughed heartily and slugged his fellow summer-worker in the shoulder.
If only that were true.
The Riches had actually managed to produce a daughter. A tyrant known as ‘Diamond Tiara’. She’d been in a lower grade at the local school, but even the older foals had known to stay well clear of ‘the tyrant princess’. And they weren’t referring to Nightmare Moon.
The little brat was twice as insufferable at her home. It wasn’t uncommon for her to demand that Pool Party or Pollen Count stop what they were doing and go fetch her a drink from the kitchen, or to get a paper fan to keep her cool when she’d bask in the sun. Trying to tell the filly that such commands were not their job was a dangerous game: she’d quickly stomp over to them and remind them that they were being paid by her father and that she had the stallion wrapped around her hoof. Any further protests would result in the filly gaining the most evil of grimaces and threatening to cry out that she’d been touched inappropriately. Both colts had quickly learned to simply fetch her majesty’s requests as desired…
But she had been getting much better more recently. Pool Party had to admit, over the past few years - ever since she’d been elected student council president - she’d softened somewhat. Diamond Tiara had actually started to make small talk with the colts as they worked in her backyard, giving them advice on which senior year fillies were most likely to say ‘yes’ if they were asked out to the prom. Heck, she’d even brought Pool Party and Pollen Count refreshments two weeks earlier when the weather had been particularly hot.
Pool Party could still remember how the filly had then proceeded to plop down on one of the deck lounge-chairs, tanning herself in the afternoon sun. Pool Party had tried to keep his attention on his work as the barely legal filly had spread her legs wide as she lay on her back, making sure to catch an even tan on her ample, teenage teats. He completely failed when the young mare turned onto her belly, undid her bikini swim-bottoms and flipped up her tail to tan her plot… He’d sworn aloud as he almost fell into the pool while staring at her beautiful rear… and everything she was exposing beneath.
She’d chuckled at him, flicking her tail left and right, but not letting it drop an inch. “Sorry about that, but we girls do need to keep everything even for you stallions.” She giggled. “As long as you don’t take pictures or tell your buddies, I’m happy to give you poor boys this little tanning show to stem the boredom!” All three had chuckled heartily, with Pool and Pollen making sure to keep their rear legs crossed and out of sight.
Suffice it to say, Diamond Tiara had made up for much of her earlier rotten behavior. But the sheer horribleness of her mother still led to this being Pool’s least favorite house of the week.
“Dear, you’re really going to let some bucking rumors cancel our trip to Prance!?”
Pool Party snapped back to the present from his memories, as the shrill voice of Spoiled came from the house. Gripping his pool skimmer tighter, he shot a concerned glance over to his compatriot Pollen. The big colt was looking back at him, sharing the same look of dread as he clenched his rake: she was home.
“I’ll hear no more of it today, Spoiled.” Filthy Rich’s voice became louder as the sliding glass door into the house slid open and the stallion stepped onto the pool deck. “I’ve had a long day at the office and my back is killing me, I need to unwind in the jacuzzi.”
Spoiled Rich followed her husband as he tried to escape to the hot tub. It was clear that she had no compunctions about arguing in front of the staff. “I can’t believe that you’re letting the wagging tongue of that pretentious bitch of a dress-tailor impact my Prench vacation!” She stomped her hoof, snorting at Filthy as he eased into his hot-tub.
“Dear, we’ll discuss it later, please.”
“No. We’ll discuss it now.” Spoiled hissed through clenching teeth.
Spoiled looked apologetically at Pool Party and Pollen Count. Pool was doing his best to focus on the surface of the pool as if it were the most fascinating thing in all of Equestria. “We shouldn’t argue in front of Pool and Pollen, they’re just trying to do their jobs.”
Spoiled looked at the two and sneered. It was as if the mare had caught sight of two cockroaches that had scurried out from under a cabinet when the kitchen light was flicked on. “I don’t give a buck what they hear. They’re paid well enough, aren’t they?”
“But they’re not paid to-”
“Stop trying to avoid the argument.” Spoiled shouted, her hackles rising. “I look forward to this trip all bucking year! It’s my one chance to escape this provincial backwater and experience some class in Mareis!”
“Spoiled,” Filthy grunted, sliding to a sitting position in the hot tub, “I made it very clear - if any… controversy arose about the time you spent overseas, I would immediately shut it down. The last thing I would ever want is for our daughter to hear that her mother is some kind of international whorse…” Filthy stated, with no small amount of backbiting venom.
Spoiled simply sniffed and snarled back, without even a care as to who was listening. “So that’s it, hm? Rarity gossips that I was Hoity Toity’s special somepony this Spring at the Saddle Arabian fashion week, and that she saw me ‘polishing his horn’ and just like that I’m denied my trip to Prance’s famous summer art gala!?” The mare huffed, poking a hoof menacingly at the air between her and her husband. “And just why are you so inclined to believe Rarity when she insinuates that I’m some... “ Spoiled turned up her nose before biting out viciously, “...celebrity cocksleeve?”
“Because you are.” Filthy stated, deadpan. His eyes flicked over to Pool Party. He was doing his best to finish the skimming work and get the hay out of this backyard… but he couldn’t in good conscience pretend he was done when there were so many leaves still plainly on the surface of the water. Filthy seemed resigned to the fact that his wife wanted an argument with spectators, so he went on. “...I watched as the Crown Prince bent you over his chess table, and I held your hair back when you went down on Hoity Toity at that cocktail party.”
“Yes, of course,” Spoiled rolled her eyes. “But what does that have to do with anypony believing that trollop, you… moron!?”
Filthy shook his head, ignoring his wife’s clumsy insult. “I don’t care. If there’s even a chance that a hint of your activities could get back to Diamond, it’s already too much. Think of her, dear.”
Spoiled’s face turned bright red with anger. “Think of her!? Her, who’s been acting like a common farmpony these past two years, gallivanting with these townfolk? No… what about me?”
“What about you?” Filthy asked, tired of the same argument he’d been having for the past twenty years. “I give you everything a mare could ask for.”
“Hardly.” Spoiled walked to the edge of the in-ground jacuzzi, staring down her nose at her tired husband. “OH sure, I’m sure you tell yourself that you are the ideal husband, showering me in gifts, vacations, parties, jewelry.” Her expression went cold as she hissed her next proclamation. “But you’ve never had it where it counts, Filthy.”
“Spoiled..-”
“That’s right!” Spoiled whirled away, flicking her tail derisively, as she began to speak out loud, clearly for the benefit of Pool Party and Pollen Count so she could embarrass her husband. Pool couldn’t remember a time he’d tried to clean a pool faster in his whole life: even including the time an Ursa Minor had threatened the town but he’d really needed to balance Cheerilee’s pH levels.
“Who would have thought that the famous Filthy Rich was as impotent as Celestia’s cake diet?” She chuckled to herself. “Not even the barest hint of life down below for decades! And when he decided he wanted a daughter?” Spoiled cavalierly mentioned to Pool Party, involving him in a discussion he clearly wanted no part of. “...we had to use a milking pump because the fertility expert was concerned about his ‘depth potential’!”
Pool Party did his best to focus on the end of the skimmer and the task at hoof, repeating a mantra in his head to just ignore the conversation and keep working as though nothing was off.
“That’s right! You heard me!” Spoiled called toward the equally mortified Pollen, “The pathetic dribble this ‘stallion’ produced from his marble sized sack had to be inserted into me by syringe… because his pecker was so small it wouldn’t make it into me!”
Pool Party couldn’t help it, glancing up at the madmare and making eye contact with her. Without acknowledging him, she began to smile viciously as she crowed out. “You heard me! It’s about the size of a jellybean! And he calls himself a stallion! I’ve seen newborn foals with more claim to that title than you… hay if you measured my clit it would probably be bigger! If only I’d known I was marrying a biological eunuch!”
Pool Party glanced over at Filthy, unable to prevent himself from looking at the stallion after such pointed, vituperative exhortations. To his surprise, he saw only a bored and tired looking Filthy, resting casually in the hot tub and looking dispassionately at his wife. “Are you quite finished dear? I’ve long made my peace with who I am and my limitations. The ‘meat’ does not make the ‘man’. I know I am a good stallion.”
“A mare has needs, Filthy!”
“Needs I provide for. All of them.” Filthy sighed and sank further into his hot tub. “I have been nothing but supportive of your extra-marital activities, I’ve even been present for most of them. I bear no qualms at being made to ‘wear the horns’ and have others titter behind my back if it means that you can be happy.” Filthy’s face paused and he glared at his wife with a cold, disapproving stare. “But I draw the line at any scandal involving our daughter. I can’t allow word to get back to Ponyville. That’s final.”
Pool Party could feel the weight of those words. They landed like heavy slabs of granite, leaving absolutely no doubt as to the possibility of anything but Filthy’s word. He wondered how many business deals had been shut down by such statements, by the will of the legendary business-pony, Mr. Rich. Pool quickly saw that Spoiled recognized that tone as well.
“Unbelievable. My trip to Prance, my fashion-spree along the Champing d’Elysee, ruined. All because of scandal, hm?” Spoiled stomped away from the hot tub, her eyes catching Pool Party’s. He saw something in them that made him shiver with fear - there was a glimmer in that gaze that felt like it belonged in the snarl of a stalking manticore, instead of a middle-aged socialite. “I’ll show you I don’t need to be abroad to start a scandal if you keep me cooped up, Filthy.”
Pool Party stumbled backward as Spoiled began to stride decisively toward him, clearly making a beeline right for him. He nervously looked left and right, hoping that there could be something or somepony else that Spoiled was interested in.
“Spoiled. Stop it, now.” Filthy instructed, coldly.
“No, I don’t think so.” Spoiled tittered in a forced, sweet tone. “I think it’s time to remind you just who is the real stallion in our marriage.”
“Spoiled. I make all of the money, all the assets are in my name.” Filthy called out, a little too hurriedly. Pool Party could sense the desperation creeping into his voice. “A word from me and I could cast you out onto the streets of Ponyville.”
Spoiled tittered, a lilting chuckle that betrayed her high-brow social self-important status, completely unaffected by her husband’s threat. “Oh please, dear. If I divorced you I’d own half of everything by sundown.” She paused from stalking toward Pool Party, looking back over her shoulder with a carefree smile. “Not that your wealth is what would cut you deepest… no, I don’t think that would be it… tell me, dear, what are the rates for mothers to get custody of their children in Equestria? Hm?”
Pool Party could see Filthy’s face drain of color, quickly changing to an ashen-faced look of absolute, crushing shock. “Y-you… wouldn’t!”
“How ironic that would be, hm? All your attempts to protect your dear, sweet little daughter, only for her to be plucked from your evil, paternal grasp and situated where she belonged… with her mother.”
Filthy stood up and rushed to the side of the hot tub, craning out toward his wife. “F-fine! OK. You can go to Mareis! You don’t need to involve these two in this!”
“Well thank you, dear. I accept your kind and gracious gift to send me over to Prance to be thoroughly rutted by Claude Ponet all summer long. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Spoiled smiled with bittersweet cruelness.
Pool Party felt his heart begin to calm down, and he took a deep breath to clear his head of the adrenalin that was flowing through it… then Spoiled turned her head forward and resumed that predatory huntress-like stare, licking her lips as she took another step toward him.
“What!? What are you doing?” Filthy shouted, splashing forward. “I thought we had a deal!”
“I think I still need to teach you who the stallion is in our relationship.” Spoiled didn’t bother looking over her shoulder back at Filthy any longer. “It took far too much convincing to get what I wanted. And I should always. Get. What. I. Want.” Spoiled punctuated her last words with powerful swishes of her tail as she closed the final distance to Pool Party’s side.
He’d done his best to back away from the mare, dropping his skimmer into the pool and backpedaling as the crazy mare approached him. He quickly ran out of real estate as he bumped up against the side of the poolhouse. Spoiled continued to enter his personal space, her pointed nose coming close enough to him to make him pull back, standing up on his hind hooves and pressing his back against the wall in a futile attempt to avoid making contact with the mare. She was so close now, he could smell her lavender perfume, could see the subtle makeup that had been applied to make her appear as beautiful as possible, could see the individual strands of her luscious purple mane.
“M-m-mister R-rich?” Pool Party croaked out, just before the mare stood up on her rear legs and pushed up against his chest, pinning him against the wall between her two front hooves.
“Oh, he can’t help you now.” Spoiled smiled evilly. “What was your name again, boy?” Spoiled showed her teeth, sliding closer to the trapped colt, her chest floof brushing against his.
“P-p-pool P-party, ma’am.” He managed to squeak, as one of the mare’s rear legs slid between his own, pressing her knee along his inner thigh and up against his more… private possessions.
“Hmm? I think ‘boy’ will suffice, then…” Spoiled slid her hoof down Pool Party’s side, tracing along his ribcage and hips. The touch was making him shiver with excitement and fear - his mind was screaming at him to run, but his body was screaming at him to stay. The skilled hoof casually made its way across his belly, barely hesitating before plunging down into his groin and grabbing a hoof-full of his junk.
“Well. Maybe it should be ‘big boy’, hm?” Spoiled grinned malevolently right into his squinting face as she gripped his low-hanging fruit, pressing her arm forward so that it rubbed against his sheath as well. Pool grunted out, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort: she was purposefully gripping him slightly too hard! He tried to breathe through his nostrils, tried not to focus on that slight twinge of pain… tried not to focus on the fact that she could crush him in a moment if she chose… and yet… The rub of her forehoof against his sheath felt good. Really good. The warmth of her underhoof against his heavy black balls, the way her fur felt against the tip of his opening sheathe…
She pulled her hoof away, replacing it with her knee, just before he could get any more excited.
“I’m a fair employer, boy.” She growled into his face, increasing the pressure on her knee up into his nethers, pressing his sensitive organs into the underside of his body. “But I will not tolerate any disobedience. Is that clear?” Her knee was making her case quite well.
Pool Party nodded, sweat pouring from under his black mane. “Y-yes, Spoile-”
“You will address me as ma’am!” Spoiled snapped at him, shoving him with her right hoof hard enough to make him slam against the wall.
“Yes, ma’am!”
She nodded at him, disgusted, before leaning forward into his face. Pool Party stared deeply into her shimmering aqua-blue eyes, despite her harshness, she really was an exquisite beauty. Definitely somepony far out of his league. He’d never dealt with a mare that was as… forceful as her. He could feel his heart pounding, could feel the trickle of sweat sliding down his face, could feel his legs shaking… could even feel something starting to ‘grow’ down below… as the mare leaned in close, closing her eyes.
‘Is… is she going to kiss me?” Pool Party’s pupils shrank as he prepared for the feel of her lips against his, he let his eyes begin to droop shut…
“You look like a moron, boy.”
Pool Party’s eyes shot back open. Spoiled stared at him with a nasty, leering face, mocking him for having even considered that she might kiss him. Quick as a flash, she jabbed her nose against his, bopping him backward and partially stunning him. Through a haze of involuntary tears, Pool could sense a blur of motion. He could feel Spoiled’s knee retract from its sensitive position. He sensed the light brush of tail hairs against the side of his leg, then against his belly.
“The only thing servants like you are good for is between your legs.” Pool Party blinked away the tears, just as he felt a warm, pillowy weight press back into his sheath, squishing around him and pushing his hips back into the wall with a thud.
His eyes cleared, letting him see Spoiled in front of him, back on all fours and grinding her bottom against him. Her beautiful, mature flanks wiggled left and right against his crotch, massaging his hardening colthood as it began to spill up and out of its hiding place. The thick plot pushing against him didn’t let him see much beyond pert pink fur and a lashing little dock under a purple tail… but he could definitely feel something hot and wet pressing into him down below.
“Oh, there we go. Seems like this boy is finally understanding his place. Or at least his colthood is!” Spoiled was shouting over toward her husband. “Unlike your pathetic… thing!”
Pool Party looked over the top of the twisting, grinding form beneath him across the way at Filthy Rich, the employer who’d been so good to him. The poor stallion was standing halfway up in the hot tub, his face once of anger and despair… and what could only be described as a hopelessly small stallionhood. More of a button, really.
“Mmmph!” Pool was drawn back to the present as he felt something wet and hot seem to slide out down below, leaving a slick kiss against his semi-erect shaft.
“What do you think you’re looking at, boy?” Spoiled hissed at him. “I told you you’re only good for one thing, so get to it!”
‘Is… is she asking me to buck her?’ Pool Party thought before he reached down with his left hoof, looking to steady himself against Spoiled’s beautiful ass.
Only to have it promptly slapped away. “DON’T TOUCH ME! You CREEP!” Spoiled snarled, looking back over her shoulder, even as she upped the tempo of her grinding ass-massage. “I will use you as I please, and you will do as you’re told!”
Pool Party grimaced, the stinging venom being lost against the wonderful and sexual sensations against his hardening stiffness. He could feel his length straining its way up the furrow between Spoiled’s buttocks. His dome-shaped head slipped along the wet, warm, grinding crevice, slipping over exquisite folds and wrinkles that could only have been the mare’s tailhole, before he saw his crown poke its head out of the flank sandwich, growing and growing as it flopped out onto the married mare’s back.
“That’s better, boy.” Spoiled began to stand upright again, letting the now hard length of Pool’s stallionhood trace its way along her lower spine. Pool shuddered as the pink tip of his two-toned meat reached its full, throbbing length, reaching almost halfway up the mare’s back.
“Hmm… it certainly feels like you’re a good size.” Spoiled growled throatily, before waggling her hips, making the sausage trapped between her two buns flop back and forth, leaving a small trail of wetness along her back.
Pool fought to keep his eyes from crossing in pleasure. He’d never been with a mare before. Had never done anything even close to this! He knew, from locker room talk that he was a fair size.... but he had never thought that mares judged stallions like this! Like they were just, pieces of meat in a Griffonstone butcher shop, or prize hogs to be evaluated for breeding rights of a sow!
Another waggle of her hips wiped the young colt’s thoughts clean. He could feel the heat of Spoiled’s slickness, the subtle smothering kisses planted by both of her lower mouths. He felt his head burble out a slick spatter of pre-cum wetness into the short back-fur of Spoiled.
“Did you just cum!? ALREADY!?” The mare snarled, stepping forward and whirling about. The action placed her nose mere inches from the hot, steaming length of Pool Party’s pride. “Ah.”
Pool Party watched as Spoiled’s eyes widened at the sight of his colthood. He knew at that moment that he’d ticked some sort of box in the size-obsessed mare’s mind.
“Hm… I’d guess… fifteen inches.” Spoiled murmured to herself, before taking the throbbingly stiff colthood in her right hoof, clasping her grasp tightly around the base. “And almost as thick as my hoof.”
“I-I… I’ve never measured it, ma’am.” Pool Party stammered, his mind still racing at the sight of a mare inspecting his colthood in her hooves like it was a long lost treasure.
“I DIDN’T ASK YOU… BOY!” Spoiled fiercely shouted at him, flames flickering in those aqua-blue pools. Almost as quickly as she’d hissed at him, she turned her attention back to his length, giving Pool a soft pump from base to tip that made his knees shudder. Her gaze seemed to soften at this and a small smile crossed her lips. “Adequate. Definitely adequate. For your age, that is.” Her eyes flicked up and she adopted a sneer, not wanting to give out too much honey with her proclamation.
Pool could only groan, his hooves clenching at his side as he refrained from taking his aching member into his own hooves. Feeling the mare begin to slowly, agonizingly stroke him, he attempted to take a steadying breath. His nostrils were immediately filled with the tangy smell of the sticky mare strand juice that dripped from his base. Involuntarily, he clenched his eyes shut as he felt his body shudder and release another sizable spattering of hot, clear pre-cum.
“Still, you do produce a… respectable quantity of honey.” Spoiled hummed to herself, inspecting the dripping hoof she’d used to catch Pool’s most recent splash. Pool almost couldn’t believe his eyes when he watched the mare bring her hoof haphazardly to her muzzle, opening her mouth and taking a sizable lick, swishing the fluid in her muzzle contemplatively. “Acceptable taste, too… perhaps I should… hm…”
Spoiled turned about once more, casually letting her rump bump into Pool’s bobbing erection. She sniffed and threw her head up in the air, before looking over to the other two stallions in the backyard. She cast an evil glance at her husband. “Dear, I think I’m going to let this boy fuck my throat.” Pool watched Mr. Rich’s hooves tighten against the edge of the jacuzzi. “I’d have asked you to come over here and take care of my ass…” She flagged her tail straight up in the air and wagged it suggestively. “But I think we both know that if you did that, you’d probably feel more than I would..”
Pool couldn’t help but look down at that beautiful, mature mare plot. Beneath her flagging dock, a clenching and tight ponut quivered and clenched with excitement. Just below that was a tight pink slit of steaming, humid mareflesh, nestled between two plump lips. Even as he watched, Pool Party saw a powerful wink shoot through Spoiled’s coiling muscles. Before his very eyes, the older mare’s pink lips parted like the petals of a flower, revealing the twisting pink depths inside… as a fat nub of a love-bud shot out prominently, announcing its presence with a heavy deposit of marecum that sprayed to the pool deck below.
Spoiled wasn’t wrong - her bit-sized clit might really be just as big as her husband’s micro-stallionhood.
“But don’t despair, dear. I think I’ve got a solution, and one which should give you a lovely show.” Spoiled chuckled as she pointed over at Pollen Count, who had been doing his best to slowly slink toward the gate. “...I’m going to need to enlist the meathead over there, I think.”
Pollen dropped his rake, the hair on the nape of his neck was standing straight up. He looked behind him as if hoping another pony was there… was the actual one that Spoiled had been pointing to.
“Yes, you the pony who’s as large as that red-furred, barn-raising, inbred hayseed but things he can hide behind a rake.” Spoiled rolled her eyes.
“M-me?” Pollen gestured at himself, still unbelieving.
“Are there any other rose-bush killing, oversized freaks present?” Spoiled shouted through hissed teeth. Pool Party would have looked at his friend with a commiserating and apologetic glance… if he wasn’t so fixated on the bouncing pony plot in front of his eyes. “Yes you, jumbo. Get over here.”
Pollen Count walked slowly toward the mare, shuffling awkwardly as he called out various excuses. “M-mrs. Rich… I really d-don’t want any part of this, I’ve got a filly-friend and we’re going steady… and your husband has always been good to me… and…”
“Shut up.”
The big dark-brown gardener, shuffled closer and closer, his unshorn fetlocks dragging against the tiled pool deck. “...I don’t think I can… do this… I don’t wanna get involved in a- “
“You’ll do as I say,” the ice in Spoiled Rich’s voice seemed to freeze the air around her, “...or else I’ll send a letter to my good friend, the chancellor of the Manehatten Institute of Technology about the professionalism of one of his latest scholarship recipients.”
Pollen Count froze, the white blaze of a stripe down his face seeming to spread out and make the rest of him turn an ashen white.
“Yes, that’s right. I know your family is two-steps from the poorhouse, and without a scholarship, you’ll be trapped in this horrid little town like the rest of your pathetic, impoverished line.” Spoiled sneered as she pointed to a spot in front of her. “So you will obey, or else I will make your dreams vanish.”
Pollen Count stepped forward, legs shaking comically for a stallion that was easily twice the size of the mare in front of him. “Y-yes… ma’am.”
“Now stop that pathetic shuffling. Any mare could see you’re trying to hide that you’ve been sprung for a while now. Honestly, getting hard from watching… you’re as pathetic as my husband!” Spoiled laughed, nodding over toward Filthy. “Now, stand up and let me see if you’re just as tiny as he is.”
Pollen Count took a deep swallow of air, then stood up.
Three lower jaws quickly fell down… as well as a massive, jet-black and mottled pink horsecock.
Pool Party had never seen anything like it. Not even in pornographic magazines or movies. He’d heard all the rumors around the locker room, of course, all started because Pollen Count had needed to get a custom-ordered jock strap after his growth spurt the previous season… but those rumors had never been confirmed: Pollen Count always made sure to shower at home, or in the private stall. So the ‘legendary stallion’ was more apocryphal than anything else. But Pool no longer had any doubt about the veracity of those half-whispered jokes and rumors. If anything they were drastically under-estimating the reality.
Pool stared at a gigantic, log. The huge bobbing stallionflesh was easily the size of his forearm… if his forearm was fresh from a heavy workout that had left it swollen and vascular… and he was clutching an apple in his hoof… a big, shiny-red Sweet Apple Acres apple. A pair of hoof-sized balls swung in a dangling, low sack beneath the massive… beast throbbed with black veiny pulses, as it’s girthy width tapered ever so slightly toward it’s steaming, mottled pink end. The fat ridge part way up was only dwarfed by the terrifyingly wide head, which dripped a steady stream of stallion-juice.
“What. The. Fuck.” Spoiled mumbled, her mouth hanging open. Pool’s eyes flickered off of his friend long enough to see Spoiled’s body wink three times in rapid succession as she stared at the stud in front of her, before releasing a thick splatter of her mare-cum.
“S-sorry….” Pollen began, before falling back to all four hooves, terrified he’d done something wrong.
“Sh-shut up.” Spoiled stumbled out as if her tongue had grown heavy in her mouth. She swallowed throatily, clearing herself before she began to drool. “Shut up and turn sideways.” Pollen did as instructed. “Twenty-two… no… twenty-three inches… as big around as a foal’s head… sweet Celestia…” Spoiled whispered to herself.
“M-ma’am?” Pollen looked nervously at her, “sh-should I go? I know my fillyfriend says I’m too big to-”
“Your fillyfriend is an inbred slut who has spoken with a lisp ever since she got her moronic candy-canes cutie mark.” Spoiled huffed. “You will do, freak. You aren’t going anywhere until I say.” Spoiled took a step back, bumping back into Pool Party’s throbbing erection, making its stiff rigidity press into her soft left flank.
“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TOUCHING ME?!” Spoiled snarled, whirling back on Pool, jabbing him in the chest. “You need to be taught a lesson, little boy.” Spoiled stepped closer to Pool with violence in her face.
Pool raised his arms up to protect his face, expecting a blow to come from either side. Instead, he felt something grab the base of his cock. Then he felt something warm… and wet.
He looked down to see Spoiled taking long licks of his pale flare, her pink tongue skillfully and playfully exploring the underside of his sensitive glans, dancing around with furtive licks as it caressed the sensitive parts of his throbbing, dome-like head. Pool gripped his hooves tightly, feeling another dollop of pre-cum splash out of him, trailing down one side of his length, and trickling over his flare. It didn’t take Spoiled more than a second to dip her head down to the base of Pool’s colthood, jamming her wet nose against his sack before initiating a long, languid lick that collected the trickle of colt-nectar that had dribbled from his slit.
“Mmmm…” Spoiled moaned, her eyes shutting in pleasure.
Pool’s hooves came off his sides, desperately seeking the back of Spoiled’s head, unconsciously wanting to make her take more of him into her mouth, and increase the impossible pleasure he was feeling. Immediately he felt a biting sting on his shaft and the vicious slap of his hooves away from her head. She’d nipped him!
“Don't you bucking dare.” Spoiled snarled up at him. Before resuming her licking. Pool stared impotently at his friend, who was standing behind the mare, his blushing face glued to the swishing purple tail as Spoiled blew his friend.
As if she wanted more of the juice he was spilling, Spoiled traced another nectar-slurping lick up Pool’s throbbing central shaft, tracing over his medial ring and booping her nose against the underside of his ridge before lapping at his burbling cockslit. In a single motion, she opened her mouth wide, glanced up at Pool, then engulfed his whole cockhead.
Pool grunted out in pure pleasure as he found himself inside a wet, sensual cavern, trapped between hard teeth and engulfed by a lashing tongue. His hips bucked slightly in response, only to be slammed back against the wall by Spoiled Rich’s domineering shove, pinning him as she bobbed up and down on his colthood. Pool barely notice her tail hike up even higher than normal, barely heard the sound of a fresh splatter of Spoiled’s marecum hitting the deck behind her… but he did see his friend take a nervous step forward to sniff the potent musk in that puddle of Spoiled’s honey.
Unfortunately, Spoiled heard Pollen’s heavy hooffall as well. Without much care, she extricated herself from Pool’s rigid member and looked over her shoulder with vicious intensity.
“Who the BUCK said you could move? You freak!?”
Pollen froze, fear on his face as he straightened up quickly and quickly stammered, ears pinned back with fear. “N-n-no one ma’am... I didn’t mea-”
“Shut up!” Spoiled growled. “Honestly, what is it with all of you stallions!? A mare gives the most simple instructions and you can’t follow them worth a bucking damn!” Spoiled stomped her rear hoof and snorted, her tail flipping angrily. “Well, I suppose if you can’t sit still then I’d better have you do some moving, hm?” Spoiled turned over her other shoulder and grinned at her husband, who was still standing impotently in the jacuzzi, watching his wife blow a high-school graduate.
“Ready dear?” Spoiled chuckled. “Your show is about to start, I hope you like it.”
Spoiled looked away from her husband, as coolly as if he were a piece of garbage. She turned her head back over to Pollen and glared at him. “Now listen up, freak.” She flagged her purple tail up high in the air. “You’re going to rut my little pussy until I say to stop… is that understood?”
Pollen’s eyes flicked back and forth. “I-I dunno Mr.s Rich… I’m so big and you’re so smal-”
“You bucking morons!” Spoiled snarled. “Both of you! This goes for you too boy! Read my bucking lips. You’re going to rut me until I say otherwise, or there’ll be hell to pay! Understood?”
Pool nodded earnestly, and Pollen grunted, before clambering forward. He was big enough that he didn’t even need to mount the smaller mare - his size above the ground put her beautiful, perky rear at the perfect height. Pool watched as his friend clambered forward, awkwardly trying to position his massive stallionhood near Spoiled’s wiggling plot.
He didn’t have much more time to focus, though, as Spoiled began to lick and lap at his length again. She looked up at Pool Party with that fire in her eyes again. “I told my husband I was going to throat fuck you… but if you so much as touch me you can kiss your acceptance to Canterlot U goodbye, asshole.” Pool Party nodded, not caring about the conditions so long as the mare continued to lick his throbbing cock.
She paused suddenly, eyes crossing slightly before her teeth bared slightly. “F-fffffuuuuuu…..” A soft curse escaped her lips before she squinted in discomfort. “W-what the buck are you doing back there!?”
“I… I can’t fit it in.”
“Yes, you can you pathetic hick.” Spoiled snarled, her face full of Pool’s cock, as little thrusts from Pollen bumped her up against Pool’s shaft. “If you… ugh… don’t... oh fuck… I’ll r-ruin… so big... you!” Spoiled’s half-whispers weren’t lost to Pool, the mare was nickering out little exhortations under her breath with each press of the huge stallion.
“Fuck it!” Pollen suddenly snarled, before making a violent hump with his hips, clattering forward with a powerful thrust.
In an instant, Pool felt Spoiled’s face smash against his penis as she was bodily shoved forward into him. Then he heard her.
“Oh mY buCkIng, lUnA’s TEAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaannnghhhh….” Her scream trailed off into an incoherent groan, her eyes rolling in her head as she looked up at Pool through a faceful of his cock, her tongue hanging out of her mouth.
“Buck, you’re tight!” Pollen grunted as he shifted slightly forward. “I can’t believe I got it in.”
“Mmmm… soooo goood…” Spoiled drooled sloppily, wagging her tail from side to side as she began to slurp idly at Pool Party’s head once again. “Go slowww baby…” Spoiled cooed, a rosy glow rising in her face.
“This bitch is fucking hot.” Pollen grunted as he made little thrusts, rocking Spoiled against Pool.
“She’s… uh… totally gon-zo up here, Pollen.” Pool grunted, remarking on how Spoiled Rich seemed to be totally beside herself, eyes rolling wildly in different directions as she lapped at his teenage cock.
“Sshooo…. Tasty…” Spoiled giggled, as she licked. “Sho full…” She groaned then once again took Pool Party’s head into her mouth.
Pool reached forward for her mane once again, only for her to once again brush his hooves aside, though this time her eyes were half-drunk, barely able to conjure up any of that venom from before. Pollen started to thrust a little more insistently, with a little more urgency, only to hear Spoiled groan and stomp a hoof with dismay, making him slow. Pool couldn’t tell, but from his position, Pollen couldn’t be more than only a few inches into the older mare… not even a quarter of his gargantuan length inside her.
Both colts shot each other a look of fear, before they sat back, cowed by Spoiled’s potential rage.
“You know boys…” Filthy Rich’s voice came to them from across the pool. Both colt’s quickly perked their ears up and looked over at the older stallion, who was now sitting back, relaxed, with a little grin on his face. “...that bitch did say to rut her until she said otherwise…. And seeing as how she’s got a mouthful of cock at the moment… I don’t see how she could say a damn thing.”
Pool and Pollen looked back at each other, eyes meeting as realization dawned on them. Pool caught a sudden frightened glance from Spoiled, as she remained conscious enough through the haze of her reverie to realize the position she’d put herself into.
“Have at her, boys.” Filthy grinned. “Give it to her good.”
Pool and Pollen’s eyes met once again, and at that moment everything was crystal clear. No words needed to be spoken. All those years and summers of torment. All that bitchy treatment. All the torture. The rude, snobbiness. The threats.
It was payback time.
Spoiled started to pull back slightly, only for Pool to swat her hoof away and grip the back of her head, taking a good hold her mane and pulling her forward. He felt her throat gulp and swallow, as his length slid past the back of her long tongue and down her esophagus. The throaty rumble of her moan as he slid his medial ring through her muzzle, hilting his deep length against her face was incredible. Pool could feel her suckling swallows as she gasped for air around his colthood.
On her other end, Pollen began to thrust himself into her without mercy. Inch after inch penetrating her tight mare body, her pink lips straining as the huge hoofball player, the gentle giant… treated her in a not so gentle fashion. Her lips strained and stretched with each passing inch, the incredibly girthy horsecock only growing fatter and fatter as he sank meaty inch after inch into her cunt.
Pool pulled at Spoiled’s mane as he began to pump his hips, feeling his ridge moving up and down the socialites well practiced throat, a fat bulge making its way up and down her neck and the upper part of her chest as he pumped back and forth, his balls swinging forward and hitting her on the underside of her chin as he rocked his length into her again and again.
Pollen was getting closer and closer to him with each thrust. Already he had managed to jam his fat medial ring against the impossibly spread inner and outer labia of Spoiled’s twisting snatch. His massive girth pushed her clit up and against his shaft before the big central ring slipped past the bump with a shuddering slip that buckled her knees and maybe her spasm and wink. Her lower body strained and bulged with the presence of Pollen’s pollinator, as he began to knock on the deep, hidden entrance to her womb.
“F-fuck man! She’s fuckin’ tight!” Pollen grunted, standing up and towering over the smaller mare, putting one of his hooves on her back and grabbing a hoofful of her tail with the other, wrapping it around to get a good grip then using it to leverage more of himself into her.
Pool didn’t even hear him… he was too busy throat-swabbing Spoiled’s drooling, moaning, stupid face. Each insult, each superior smug, bitchy word being repaid with full interest after so many years. And the payback was incredible. Her tight, rumbling throat clenched and released around his ridges as his glans pumped in and out of the bottom of her esophagus. Her nostrils flared open and shut, as she snuffled desperately for air and her body strained to take on the two colts dominating her.
“F-fuuuuck! It’s…. Going in….!” Pollen moaned as he felt his head slide into Spoiled’s cervix, popping into her womb and driving another 5 inches into her body. His apple-sized cockhead was buried inside her belly now, taking the place that had once belonged to her daughter, bulging her lower stomach out obscenely.
Pool Party felt Spoiled’s forelegs kicking out wildly, tremors rippling through her body. She was cumming…
Hard.
Her lungs pulled desperately for air around the cock plugging her throat, as she spasmed and twitched. Her body milked and grasped at the giant pipe in her marehood, desperately trying to coax it to release its payload. Drool poured from her mouth, tears from her eyes and snot from her nostrils as she shook like a leaf, her mind melting from the overthrow of endorphins flooding into it.
Pollen felt the weight on his dick increase, as Spoiled’s legs gave out. But it didn’t matter, she was so thoroughly impaled on him that he was fully supporting her weight. The clenching, swirling, velvety climax drove him onward, as he mashed the mare’s face into his friend’s groin, pushing his massive cockhead up against the far side of her womb, pushing it out of the way, rearranging her insides… until… finally… he hilted in her.
All 22-inches of earth-pony cock stuck all the way into her body, completing dominating her marehood.
And from the other side, 15 inches of earth-pony dick stuffed down her throat, almost to her stomach, plugging her venomous mouth.
Only a few inches separated the two bulges, one large, one massive, in the older mare’s body.
A true spitroast.
But all good things can’t last… and most definitely two inexperienced colts buried to their hilts in experienced, mature mareflesh certainly won’t.
Pool felt that telltale ache, so familiar to young teenage colts with idle hooves first. The burning race from his loins was an overpowering wash of biological imperative. His ball clenched and shot upwards, a heavy throb pulsed once, twice, three times in his stallionhood… and he knew he couldn’t last. As a final bit of revenge, he knew that he didn’t want to finish in her gut… he didn’t want to give her the tasty treat she had demanded from him earlier. No, instead he would finish all over her face, all over her mane… marking her like the whorse she was.
His length slid out of her maw with difficulty, barely clearing her teeth as Pool Party’s flare expanded to three times its size, the rigid pink head a cherry red with the increased blood-flow as his first heavy spurt erupted from him.
“Buuuuuuuuuck!” He shouted, hips bucking wildly into the air.
shooting a thick rope that splattered across Spoiled’s nose, then a second that landed wetly on top of her mane, as she desperately tried to lap up the thick batter.
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He fired rope after rope. Each coming with a desperate buck against the side of her licking face, each shooting a thick creamy strand into the air before it fell in wet ribbons across her ears, her muzzle, her bangs… staining her... covering the mare’s face, plastering her in his spunk.
“Oh, f-fuck!” The mighty bellow from Pollen stunned even Pool Party, and that was before the big stallion followed in with a gigantic whinny and hoof stomp. His powerful hoof clenched the purple tail in front of him… and then unloaded.
Pool watched as Spoiled’s eyes once again rolled up into her head, her mouth dropping open as she began to mewl with little gasping ‘Unf!’ sounds. Each one came as Pollen gave soft, powerful, mating thrust, each coming with the soft *PLAP* of Pollen Count’s massive balls slapping against Spoiled’s sopping cunt.
“Unf!” *PLAP*
“Unf!” *PLAP*
“Unf!” *PLAP*
Pool could only imagine the size of Pollen’s giant flared out cockhead…
“Unf!” *PLAP*
“Unf!” *PLAP*
“Unf!” *PLAP*
...jammed deep into the older mare’s womb…
“Unf!” *PLAP*
“Unf!” *PLAP*
“Unf!” *PLAP*
...pumping out thick torrents of stallioncum from a throbbing cockslit…
“Unf!” *PLAP*
“Unf!” *PLAP*
“Unf!” *PLAP*
...pumping her full of virile earth-pony sperm.
Pool lazily rolled to his side, and noticed now just how… big, Spoiled looked. Her belly was big, and still growing! He gasped tired breaths and watched with wonder as his friend’s mating-press humps slowed, then stopped… even as his cock continued to jump and spurt, supporting the weight of the smaller mare entirely, even as it pumped her so full of cum it made her look like she was deep into a pregnancy…
...with twins.
“F-f-f-fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck….” Pollen groaned out, finally slumping back and falling onto his rear, bringing the obscenely stuffed Spoiled Rich down with him, causing her to land in a pile of exhausted, cum-stained, womb-stuffed, satisfied mareflesh.
The only thing coming out of Spoiled’s notorious guttermouth was a contented purr, her forehooves pawing happily at her filled belly.
“Good job, boys.” Filthy sighed from behind them, he’d made his way over. “I’m so sorry you had to go through this… She’s… well… she is who she is, I have to live with that.” Filthy patted the sweaty backs of both colts encouragingly, casting them a supportive and sympathetic look. “I hope you understand.”
Pollen nodded softly and looked over at Pool. Pool trusted Filthy. He’d always been a good employer if a bit arrogant from time to time. This wasn’t his fault… Pool nodded too.
“Thanks, guys. I won’t forget it. Now… I don’t think I need to even mention to you just how important it is that we keep this afternoon a secret…” He fixed their faces with a conspiratorial glance, “this whole thing started because I wanted to protect my daughter from any sort of sca-”
The glass door to the deck slid open.
“Hey Dad, Mom, I’m back early!” Diamond Tiara strode out onto the deck.”What’s going on out here-”
Author's Note
Did you like? Please like and comment! I write for your feedback and it means a lot if you provide it!
This was a quick fic (or it was supposed to be)... for Shino's latest picture around Spoiled Rich. I really tried to set her up for a good, hard, pounding hatefuck... and I hope I delivered on that!
Of course, my own fetishes of size difference and excessive cum made their appearances as well!
So coming up are three different, short endings! Let me know which one you preferred in the comments!
