Fabulous Green Miniskirt

After some experimentation, they found that by lying Scotch on his side in front of the mirror with his back facing it, he could crane his neck well enough to get a good look at what Blitz was doing to him.

Scotch held his breath as Blitz worked his square muzzle in between his cheeks and under the hem of that slutty little skirt. Blitz’s tongue ran over his balls, slowly soaking the tight yellow skin of his sack. He sucked one big ball into his mouth and rolled it around in there as he uncapped the bottle of lube. Scotch’s heartbeat quickened.

The lube was Dusk Shine’s special formula, concocted for the needs of a group of friends who all liked getting it up the ass as much as they liked giving it. Scotch shivered and arched his back into the air as Blitz rubbed at his tight little ponut, soaking it with so much lube that the goo trickled down his ass cheeks and over his balls. Then Blitz dipped his whole hoof in the jar and pushed it gently against Scotch’s asshole.

“Oh Blitz,” Scotch groaned, bearing down and opening himself for Blitz. “Harder.”

“Easy,” said Blitz. “I don’t wanna hurt you, buddy.”

Scotch pouted. “Why not? Isn’t your husband a dirty enough slut? Don’t I deserve the punishment?” He looked at Scotch in the mirror, batted his eyelashes, and gave him his best sullen pout.

Blitz scowled and jammed his hoof all at once in up to the fetlock. Scotch yelped, his asshole instinctively clenching down, warm and tight, around his husband’s hoof. “Happy?” said Blitz, meeting Scotch’s eyes in the mirror and smirking.

“It’s okay for now,” said Scotch in a sing-song voice, arching his back and pressing his round ass back against Blitz’s hoof. “I mean, if that’s the best you can do.”

Blitz popped his hoof in and out of Scotch’s asshole, pushing in hard, then pulling back until it popped free. Scotch watched in the mirror, fascinated, as his ponut distended, hugging Blitz’s hoof until before jiggling back into shape like slapped jello.

“Not enough! The whole thing! Up to the elbow!” moaned Scotch. “No! Give me both legs! Please! If it’s okay with you? I don’t want to impose.”

Blitz twisted his hoof inside Scotch, hooked it, then yanked it free. Scotch gasped in delicious agony at the cruel gesture, then moaned in disappointment when Blitz didn’t ram it back into him again.. “Double hoofing’s all fine and good for you, but you’re my slut, and I wanna have my fun, too. It’s mister dick for you. And if you want to be filled at all, you’d better beg for it.”

“Ooooh,” purred Scotch. “Yes, pretty please.”

Blitz smacked Scotch across the back of the head. “What is this, fucking tea time?”

“The way you’re hoofing my ass, it feels like it is. ’Yes, Blitzie, I would love more little cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off and could you please be a more gentle, I can almost feel what you’re doing to me.’” He waggled his ass tauntingly at Scotch, tail wagging back and forth like a flag.

Blitz snorted, tilted his head back, and looked down his snout with an exaggerated expression of disgust. He held the hoof he’d been brutalizing Scotch’s ass with up to his nose and gave it a long sniff. “Damn, that stinks.”

“Um, no”, said Scotch. “I’m pretty sure my ass smells like roses.”

Blitz slammed his clean hoof down on Scotch’s ear, slamming his head against the tangle of branches that made up the bedroom floor. “Ow! No! Stop!” Scotch squealed, not meaning it. But Blitz was far from done handing out indignities. He slammed his other forehoof down against the floor, so close to Scotch’s snout that he flinched. A sour, bitter reek filled his snout. “Really? Does that smell like roses?”

Scotch squeaked. “No. No. Actually, that smells really awful. I’m sorry. I showered and did an enema this morning and everything.”

“Are you sure it smells bad?” said Blitz, grinding his hoof against Scotch’s nose. “Take a good long sniff to be sure.”

“No! I’m fine! I’m fine!” squawked Scotch.

“Smell it.”

Scotch flared his nostrils and inhaled. The sewer reek made him gag and coughed. Blitz laughed. “Yeah, I’m gonna be putting my dick in there, so keep in mind what I’m doing for you, and show a little god damn gratitude, you disgusting little cunt.”

“Yes sir,” squeaked Scotch. His skull ached where Blitz was pushing it down into the floorboards.

“That’s more like it,” said Blitz, shifting on top of him. Scotch’s ponut was still gaping from the hoofing, so Blitz slide in up to the medial ring with ease. “Oh, I love your tight, silky little ass, Butterslut. Make some noise for me. Tell me how much you love having my dick up your butt.”

Scotch felt his cheeks color. He hadn’t been making any noises but soft little squeaks, again, hadn’t he? Blitz hated that, he preferred screaming and hollering, loss of control. “Um, yay?”

Blitz pushed the dirty hoof against Scotch’s nose again.

Scotch yelped. “Blitzie I love you! You’re so big, and mean, and strong!”

Blitz laughed. “That’s more like it. Big, huh? What’s big about me? I’m little and short.”

“Your… um… your dick is big. It’s really long,” mumbled Scotch.

“Not as long as yours,” said Blitz, sounding a little sad.

“I don’t have a dick,” said Scotch. “My crotch is blank like a toy’s. I’m just your little anal and oral whore. I can’t even come, you know? It’s all about Blitzie and Blitzie’s dick.”

Blitz chuckled. “Thanks, buddy. Actually, that sounds hot. We could get Eris to help us with that.”

Scotch’s heart, previously frantic, froze. “Um…” Did he really want that? Eris could put his junk back when they were done. If she remembered.

Blitz ruffled Scotch’s mane. “I’m kidding. I love your dick, too. Even if it’s bigger than mine.” He nudged his cock forward. Scotch’s ponut had contracted, nestling in around his husband’s dick. Blitz rustled around on the floor behind them, and Scotch felt the tickly chill of fresh lube being poured on his ponut. “You want hard and fast?”

“If… oh… if it isn’t too much trouble,” Scotch whimpered. “ I want you to rearrange my guts for me. If that’s okay?”

“I don’t know,” said Blitz. “That’s asking a lot. If you beg like the filthy little anal slut you are I might consider it.” He pulled back so that his flare what the only thing inside Scotch’s body. His flare had spread while he was in there, and it pulled back on Scotch’s ponut, too wide to get out again without a concerted effort.

Scotch craned his neck to look in the mirror. He wanted a nice look at his ass with a dick in it before the brutal pounding he hoped was coming distracted him. The green skirt draped over the curves of his plump little cheeks, it’s sharp pleats accentuating their roundness. Blitz’s long, slim cock looked colossal buried in his fat little ass, the veiny blue shaft distending Scotch’s ponut to a thin yellow ring.

“Please!” crooned Scotch. “Oh, please! I want you to destroy my ass! I want to be walking funny for days! I want to feel a Blitzie’s-dick-shaped hollow in my tummy when you’re done. I want it please, please, please!”

Blitz stroked Scotch’s mane, pushing the bangs away from his eyes. “Okay. You asked for it.” He pulled one of Scotch’s legs up into the air and wrapped his forelegs around it, and jerked Scotch back hard.

The thickness of Blitz’s medial ring pressed against his ponut. Scotch bore down, opening his ass for his husband. Blitz gasped in pleasure, grinding his hips against Scotch’s ass. His balls rubbed against Scotch’s, the mix of lube and spit coating Scotch’s balls squelching between them. His husband’s long blue dick probed deep into him, rubbing against everything inside of him — battered guts, aching anal muscle, and that one wonderful spot behind his balls. Burning pleasure started to build in the depths of his belly, growing with Blitz’s every motion.

“Fuckin’ Harmony, you’re tight though. C’mon you, little whore. Cum for me,” growled Blitz.

“Don’t… don’t blaspheme,” muttered Scotch.

“Harmony can lick my balls,” purred Blitz. “If you don’t satisfy me, I’ll go fuck it up the ass next.”

Scotch’s heart rate quickened. Blitz knew how much it bothered him when he said awful things like that! He almost called safeword for the sake of Blitz’s soul but… oh, his ponut hurt so good. “You can’t fuck Harmony up the ass! It’s a spiritual force, not a… OH!”

Apparently, blasphemy was a big turn on for Blitz, because he started ramming his long dick into Scotch like a horny puppy humping a pillow. Every thrust knocked the breath out of Scotch’s lungs and pushed Scotch a little way across the floor.

Scotch looked at himself in the mirror. His face looked bruised, his makeup smeared. The Skirt had flipped up over his back. His ass cheeks jiggled, ripples going through the juicy flesh every time Blitz slammed into it.

The burning in Scotch’s belly grew and grey. Blitz’s cock was rubbing his special place very hard. Scotch hoped he didn’t cum before Blitz did — Then he’d be less horny and way less excited about having his ass ruthlessly reamed and Blitz might have to pull out and it would be less fun for Blitz and…

“Ah! Slut! Gonna cum in your ass! Get ready!”

A shiver passed through Scotch’s body. He felt Blitz’s rhythm getting ragged, his gasps deeper and louder. The heat built in Scotch’s own balls but he held back, biting his lip, trying to keep from cumming until…

Above him, Blitz squealed. He always screamed like a little filly when he came. That long blue dick pulsed inside of him. Scotch felt his insides filling, thick creamy pegasus cum pumping into him, distending his slim little tummy. The burning in his tummy became overwhelming, unbearable, beyond sensation. With a strangled gasp, Scotch let himself cum. His whole body shook, a wave of pure bliss shivering through his muscles. His balls tightened, and his cock began to pulse. He looked down so that he could watch streams of white shooting out of his distended yellow flare to glisten in puddles on the tangled wood of the floor.

Blitz let go of Scotch’s leg and slumped down on top of his body. The only sound was their breathing, and the soft noise of a rabbit doe up in the rathers munching popcorn.

“Lick it up,” purred Blitz.

Scotch moaned and buried his snout up to his nostrils in his own jizz. He pursed his lips and sucked it up with an audible slurp, filling his face until his cheeks bulged. Then he craned his neck and let Blitz lick the thick, musty, herbal-tasting goo of off his tongue.

“Oh Harmony damn that was hot,” said Blitz, once he had swallowed.

“Please don’t blaspheme,” muttered Scotch. “I love you though.”

Blitz slouched on Scotch’s back, too tired to try to wriggle out of his husband’s tight ass. “I love you too, hubby.”

Scotch’s eyes widened. “You said it! You said the word!”

“I didn’t say shit,” said Blitz, smirking. “Happy anniversary.”