Pinkie entered the old house, throwing open the door in the manner befitting a creature beyond the normal rules of time, space and entropy. Her sister was sitting on her couch, a cigarette held in a hoof, almost forgotten as the television blared on about some diplomatic crisis in Yak-Yakistan.
“Limey!” Pinkie called out before running over to her sister and throwing a leg over her.
“You know I hate being called that,” Limestone Pie said with venom dripping from her words.
“Why because it’s a derogatory term for british people?” Pinkie asked, suddenly cautious of the slur she’d used.
“What?” Limestone blurted out. “Pinkie you hurt my head, talking nonsense all the time.”
“The British are like Trottingham Ponies, but they have two legs and-”
“I don’t care about your nonsense, I’m in heat and I just want to watch the news and feel depressed,” Limestone said. “Aaaargh, I hate spring!”
“Oooooooh,” Pinkie replied. “I see now.”
“Yeah, now go hop in a hole and find a nice rock for Maud,” Limestone said with venom in her voice.
“That’s a good idea, but I found one for her yesterday,” Pinkie shot back.
“Okay, then go bake me a cake or something, I’m too tired to cook for myself,” Limestone said with a prodding tone.
“Alright, one cake coming up,” Pinkie said with a laugh. And then, she bounced off into the kitchen of her childhood home.
“Good fucking riddance,” Limestone said.
A minute later, a delicious smell began to waft into the room Limestone was vegging out in. Against her better judgement, she walked into the kitchen, groaning at the heat in her belly and nethers. The sight she saw astonished her. On the table was a finished chocolate cake, and Pinkie was already frosting it.
“Does it look good?” Pinkie asked her sister.
“H-how?” Limestone said with astonishment.
“The magic of baking!” Pinkie replied chirpily.
“Pinkie, sometimes you make me want to stick my head in an oven,” she said with a smile as she watched Pinkie write something on the top of the cake.
“The British do that too!”
“The British? Oh yeah,” Limestone said as she sat at the kitchen table. Her stomach rumbled. She wanted nothing more than to stuff her face. When Pinkie provided the opportunity a moment later she was just about to cut it into pieces, when she read what was written across the top.
I know your real problem, and I would love a niece or nephew!
“Fuck you pinkie, I just want to run the rock farm,” She said before stabbing into the cage viciously, before liberating a large chunk of it and bringing it to her lips. It was the perfect temperature. Pinkie was beyond many things, including thermodynamics, apparently. Limestone thought that over before Pinkie bounced over and took her own piece from the cake.
“We’re all getting older, and well, after ma and pa passed away, I’ve been wanting more Pies running around! And foals are really cute!”
“Not gonna happen,” Limestone said after she swallowed a bite of cake.
“Why? I can smell you’re in season, and when I get in heat, I just want to ride every stallion in Ponyville!” Pinkie said with a laugh. “I just, can’t conceive, it’s part of the deal that I made.”
“Wait what?” Limestone asked, confused and saddened by her sister’s admission.
“I can’t have foals silly, my magic would kill anything that isn’t me,” Pinkie said in a chirpy tone. “So, you should have some!”
“Maud and that stick in the fucking mud have three foals already!”
“More Foals!”
“No!”
“Alright,” Pinkie said in a sad tone. Her mane deflated instantly, and the dour expression on her face made Limestone lose her train of thought. It was such a stark contrast to her normal demeanour that it gave her whiplash.
“Pinkie, I’m sorry, I just don’t really want them. I can barely take care of myself and the farm as it is,” Limestone said with a laugh. Pinkie’s hair reinflated and a light bulb appeared over her head, before lighting up brightly enough to make Limestone look away. And then, it disappeared just as quickly. When she looked back over, a wide smile was on her sister’s face.
“It’s okay! Remember to finish your cake!” Pinkie said before bouncing off towards the door of the house. Limestone just shook her head. Pinkie was entropy incarnate, and it’s opposite.
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Pinkie walked into Ponyville with a swagger, her hips swayed, and she drew more gazes than usual. She was a mare on a mission, she wanted nieces and nephews. A quick stop at Sugarcube Corner was enough to equip her with a sign and a plan.
In the public square, she posted a notice about an out of town birthday party, and said there would be cake, balloons, and Creampies!
There would be creampies.
Meanwhile, she bounced rapidly towards the apple family farm. When she got to the Barn she noticed Big Mac was moving hay around with a pitchfork.
“Hey, maybe cousin!” She said to the large stallion.
“Hi,” Big Mac said before setting the pitchfork down in the pile of hay and wiping the sweat off his brow with a hoof.
“Can you make something for me? I need it for a party, you’re invited of course,” Pinkie said to him, before looking him in the eyes. His dirty blonde mane seemed to sparkle in the sunlight.
“What’d ya need?” He said in his reticent manner. In response, Pinkie pulled a diagram out of her mane. It showed a medieval stockade, good for keeping a pony in it, and their ass pointed out towards a crowd. “Ah can do that.”
“Want a treat first, as payment?” Pinkie asked him, her eyes drifted down his muscled form, towards his bulging sheath.
“Eeyup,” he replied, before grasping her hoof with one of his own. Pinkie was jerked along by him as he pulled her up the stairs to the hayloft. The smell of fresh grass and aged wood was a pleasant contrast to the raw masculinity coming off of him. Before she knew what he really wanted, she was bent over one of the stacks of scratchy hay. Her tail was lifted and his tongue ran over her dripping slit, tasting her, making her moan heavily into the dusty air.
“Oh, Big Mac!” Pinkie yelled as his tongue pushed into her slit. Her panting didn’t go unnoticed by the stallion deep in her pie. His cock filled up and began to throb beneath him.
“Good girl,” he said quietly, before mounting her, his warm breath tickling her ears enough to make them twitch. It was barely a moment later when she felt the thickness of his massive cock press against her. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth.
“I always forget how you got your name,” Pinkie said in a low husky voice. She was about to add something more, when he pushed forward, burying half of his huge cock in her in a single thrust of his strong hips. He might be a bit older than he used to be, but he could still pack quite a punch. She moaned loudly, as he grunted at the tight wet walls squeezing him.
“Eeyup,” he replied as he felt her writhe and buck her hinds underneath him. He had actually lifted her up with his cock. She could only enjoy the ride at this point, and well, she would…
He hilted in the second thrust, as a deep grunt left his mouth, his head bending down to sniff her sugar and vanilla-scented mane. The smell was intoxicating, as was the feeling of her pussy tugging and winking at his member. He pulled back with a wet plop as she moaned and groaned at the sudden emptiness inside her. A moment later he slammed back home, filling her up and sending fireworks shooting down her spine, and exploding in her brain.
“More! More! Faster!” She managed to say, to beg him to rut her harder. It was a payment for services to be rendered, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t take pleasure in.
“Ayep!” He belted out in his characteristic way. The next thrust she could feel travelling through her hip bones, her entire body being pushed up against the rough straw beneath her. The next few thrusts were just as rough, his hard cock baring down on her drippy pussy. She moaned ecstatically, the syllables were garbled, the words indecipherable. But the meaning was clear. Pinkie was being fucked hard, and she was loving it. Deep inside her, she knew that her curse would prevent her from being truly bred, but going through the motions, that was fine too. And they were rough motions indeed-
“Aaaaahh,” Pinkie yelled out, the sounds echoing off of the barn walls, and hitting both of their ears again and again. The sounds of flesh against warm flesh were loud too, but they didn’t echo.
“You close?” Mac said in her ear with a deep whinny, his balls were tightening up, his stomach filled with a warm gooiness that he knew well.
“Yes!” Pinkie managed to squeeze out of her pleasure addled mind. “Cum in me!”
“Alright,” Big Mac said before squeezing her ass with his strong hooves, feeling the plushness of her flanks in his hooves, and loving it. On a whim or a bestial impulse from the aeons of prehistory, he bit down on her ear, grinding it just softly enough to keep the flesh from breaking. Pinkie moaned and winked out against him, before locking up like she had touched a live wire. She came wetly, a huge splash of mare juice squirted from her stuffed tunnel. He just groaned and kept up his heavy thrusts, riding her as she rode out her orgasm. His breaths were warm and wet against the back of her neck, his heartbeat going like he was running a marathon. It was bliss, the connection of ponies in the most natural way-
“Again, again!” Pinkie mewled in a low voice, her mane dropping half a degree of inflation, she was hungry for another set of spasms to rock her body.
“You’ll get what you get, and you’ll like it,” Big Mac said darkly, before stuffing his cock into her again, her wetness driving him faster and faster, all in that male urge to finish. He wanted to breed this horny mare. Some part of him knew that in all the times he’d creamed her, she had never gotten pregnant. Maybe that made him buck into her harder, made his cock flare wider than it would’ve for anyone else. It was a challenge to his masculinity. He would breed this mare.
He grunted heavily, and bit down on her other ear, holding her barrel tightly. There would be no escape for this mare. She was going to get what was coming to her. The cock inside pinkie twitched and throbbed hard, flaring as he got to the edge-
“Fill me!” Pinkie pleaded as another orgasm caught up to her. She shuddered and moaned, her tongue lolling out of her muzzle. He did.
Heavy spurts of cum shot from his cock, painting her insides white as a snow-covered plain. Big Mac shuddered and kept up his rutting as long as he could, pistoning his flared cock through her slick tunnel, her noises only driving him on. Eventually, though his cum ran out, and only twitches and little bucks of his hips remained. With a wet plop, he pulled from her cunt. He backed up a little to properly admire his hard work. That was just the kind of stallion Big Mac was. There was a pile of jizz underneath her, and her cunt was stuffed full, white and pink splayed open in the warm atmosphere of the barn. He was standing there smiling at his good work when Pinkie finally pulled herself out of her post-fuck torpor.
“So, you’ll build it,” Pinkie asked with a smile on her muzzle, a double dose of fuck endorphins would do that to anypony.
“Ayep,” he said as he walked over to her and offered her a hoof. She took it and pulled herself back to her hooves. She would be walking funny for a while, eldritch magic or not.
“Good,” Pinkie chirped before grasping his broad shoulders with her forelegs and bending her back upwards to kiss his lips. He pulled her into him, making her neck bend a little to match his considerable height. That was one party favour she didn’t need to worry about. The kiss was pleasant, and she loved making out with ponies, but she was a busy mare.
Without another word, she broke the kiss and fell back to her hooves. Her tail flicking from side to side as she thought about the other piece of her plan, a smile took hold of her muzzle as she conspired to herself- Operation Nephews and Nieces was going well.
---===*===---
“I see Pinkie Pie, that’s very sly,” Zecora said with a laugh.
“But it’s rude to be a prude, so I’ll help you build your sister a brood.”
“Okay!” Pinkie said after explaining to Zecora exactly what she needed. The potions in the safe underneath her bed were the ones she wasn’t legally allowed to produce, but when has that ever stopped anyone from anything?
“One special sleeping potion, guaranteed to arrest any motion,” Zecora rhymed musically. “And a brew guaranteed to make any mare want a screw.”
“You’re a smooth operator Zecora,” Pinkie said as a cigar and hat appeared on her head just before she spoke. Pinkie took exactly one pull from the Cuban cigar, before passing it over to Zecora. She took it and began to mull over the complex notes of flavour and the minor head rush she got from the raw nicotine dancing over her body. “Also, you’re invited! We need fluffers, and well, I know how you like sweaty pony cocks.”
“I’ll consider your lewd proposal, I’m not in a position for a refusal,” the zebra said before giving her a smouldering look. “A roll in the hay would make my day.”
“Another time, besides, I’m still dripping from my last fuck,” Pinkie said before turning around and flicking her tail over her rump. The dregs of Big Mac’s cum were still slowly leaking from her well-fucked pussy.
Before Pinkie could realize what was happening she had her entire rump lifted by the stout zebra mare, and a tongue was plunging into her depths. A surprised squeak left her muzzle as the Zebra mare cleaned her out with her tongue, moaning and swallowing audibly, even over the sounds of the fireplace with a cauldron simmering above it.
“Ah, thanks,” Pinkie managed to moan out as her clit came active again, the zebra teasing it with a flick of her skilled tongue. Zecora shuddered as she realized just how potent Big Mac was.
“I have never been a mare to commit, but I must admit, your creampie isn’t shit,” Zecora said in a rhyme that strained multiple definitions of artistic integrity.
“Alright, I really need to goooooo-” Pinkie said as Zecore finished her cleaning and decided to encapsulate her clit with her tongue. Sucking on it while Pinkie writhed from the sensations travelling through her.
“I am finished as your filth is diminished,” Zecora said as she released Pinkie’s flanks. She dropped to the floor of the home with a thump.
“Thanks, Zecora!” Pinkie said as she darted out of the home.
“Your treasure is my pleasure,” Zecora said as the pink mare left.
---===*===---
When Pinkie returned to Ponyville, there was a crowd in the centre of the town, and the sun was nearly gone behind the horizon. The crowd stirred when she came into view. They were ready to rumble, stallions, and mares, but mostly stallions, all ready to party. And party they would.
“Hey, everypony!” Pinkie exclaimed. The mass of ponies, all of which had a birthday party or three courtesy of Pinkie, were ready for the address.
“Where’s the party!” One stallion said, he already sounded a little sauced. That was fine.
“At my family farm, we need to cheer up my sister!” Pinkie said to a sea of confusion. “Trust me, you’ll like this party.”
“Alright!” That same stallion replied, before looking towards Pinkie with a look of expectation on his face.
“To the rock farm!” Pinkie said before turning around and leading the crowd to sweet apple acres. From there, they picked up a wagon and a couple of massive barrels of hard cider. Big Mac pulled the wagon with the booze, and a couple of stout farmers held the special surprise. And then, they marched as a rowdy group of ponies did.
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“Why is there a mob of ponies outside my house at four in the morning?” Limestone Pie said as she observed the very rowdy group of ponies dancing and singing in the front of the family home. She rubbed her eyes with a hoof, before looking again. They were still there.
“For your birthday!” Pinkie said. She grabbed her sister by the shoulders and put a cupcake in front of her muzzle. It smelled a little off, but it looked delicious. And well, she always got hungry at night.
“If I eat this, will you tell those ponies to go home?” Limestone asked.
“Yes, I’ll tell them to go home after you eat that cupcake,” Pinkie said as she crossed her hind legs behind her. She didn’t like to lie, even if it wasn’t technically a lie at all. Eventually, she would call an end to the party, and it would happen after she at the cupcake…
In a single bite, Limestone inhaled the cupcake, the rich frosting and moist cake inside were heavenly, but that wasn’t all that was in the cupcake. Limestone had just enough time after swallowing to feel lightheaded before she collapsed on the doorstep.
A moment later Big Mac and another stallion, Caramel, picked her limp body up and sat her down on top of the wagon. Pinkie pulled the cloth from the special contraption had built for her. Under the bright moonlight, the crowd gasped and whooped as Pinkie pointed at the device.
A stockade, something medieval made relevant, and perfect for a party like this. It only took a few more minutes for the next barrel of cider to be hoofed out. And the festivities took on a darker tone as stallions watched Limestone be put into the stockade. Caramel took a moment to lift her tail up in the air, and get a good taste of her honeypot. There were cheers of encouragement after that. And before anyone could object, Caramel had buried his muzzle in her snatch, licking and tasting like a mad stallion.
“Pie’s,” Big Mac said with a laugh. Caramel pulled his moist muzzle from her pussy and smiled at Big Mac. Pinkie slid up to the two of them, before grasping their heads and pulling them to her lips. After kissing Caramel, she moaned audibly and licked her lips.
“Now it just needs some cream!” Pinkie said in a cheery voice. The crowd whooped. Stallions were dropping from their sheaths, as the tail of limestone got tied to the upper right corner of the stockade. Mares in the crowd were sucking stallions, rubbing their cocks with their hooves and grinding their rumps up against some stallions. Whinnies and moans began to fill the group.
“Who’s ready for the birthday girl to receive her gifts?” Pinkie asked the crowd, before moving around to the front of the stockade. Her sister hung limply in the restraints. Her tongue was lolled out, and she was gently snoring, despite the molestations. Pinkie smiled at that. Her sister was such a cutie when she wasn’t awake. But her little nap was about to be over. In her hoof, a packet of pungent salts were primed and ready, sitting right next to the stockade, a bright red potion with a straw was ready to be applied. If anything would get her into the right mood, it would be heat in a jar.
“Come on up, form a line!” Pinkie asked, as she watched Big Mac and Caramel flip a coin to determine who would get to break her in. The rest of the stallions and mares formed a line, and Pinkie took that as her queue to administer the smelling salts. She lifted her hoof and placed it right underneath Limestone’s muzzle. A moment later her eyes shot open and she began to flail her limbs in the stockade.
“What the fuck Pinkie?” Limestone asked Pinkie as she stood there, the potion in her hooves now.
“I always get a birthday party started,” Pinkie said in a sing song voice.
There was a loud smack and a scream as Big Mac spanked Limestone’s flank with his hoof. She had a look of fury and fear on her face as she met Pinkie’s eyes. “Don’t do this Pinkie,” Limestone pleaded, tears beginning to form in her eyes. Pinkie merely grasped her muzzle, closing her nostrils, and opening up her mouth with a strength that you would never expect out of a pudgy, party planner.
She swallowed and gagged on the potion before Pinkie let her go. The glass drained, all of the magic and power of the zebra potion being dumped into her form in a few seconds. There was a gasp of air as Limestone felt the first wave of fire and arousal travel through her body. It was like someone had turned on a dry set of pipes, she started dripping and winking, electricity and desire suffusing her form completely.
“It’s a good feeling,” Pinkie said to her now horny sister. Limestone bit her lip and tried to lung out of the stockade. Pinkie never even blinked. She pressed a hoof to the back of her head, gently stroking her mane as she watched Caramel trot slowly behind Limestone. She began to weep as she felt his forelegs travel up her withers, before finally choosing a spot to hold onto her. “Embrace it. Become a happy mother. We need more Pie’s.”
“Fuck you!” Limestone said as she felt the first touch of his half flaccid cock on her dock. He grew harder as she felt a slimy trail of precum begin to cover her ass. He grunted happily as he lined himself up with her puffy pussy. It was red, and everyone in the crowd could smell her now. She was in heat, and with every other heartbeat, her clit shot out into the cold air. Caramel pressed his cockhead to her slit, and moaned as one of the pulses of her clit came into contact with his flare. He moaned and pulled himself up the critical last few centimetres. With a whoop and a moan, he pistoned his hips forward, sinking half of his member into her in less than a second.
The crowd cheered at her breaking in, and Limestone screamed in pain at the sudden penetration, the indignity of the whole fucked up situation, and the fact that this stallion was going to breed her. They were all going to breed her. Her eyes teared up as he pulled back, moaning and groaning from the sensation of her hot, wet tunnel grasping at his member. It was heaven for him, a warm wet earth pony pussy. To the right of him, Big Mac had his cock being warmed up by Pinkie Pie, her underneath his barrel, stroking his cock with two hooves and sucking on his huge flare.
Carmel thrust harder into her, his member twitching and throbbing in need as her tight walls sucked him in, wanting what was inside his balls. He finally managed to force his cock all the way inside her, spreading her out with his long, lanky cock. The slapping of hips, his grunts and moans, and her crying filled the stage. Many in the crowd were working on their nethers, mares and stallions helping each other out, or just fucking themselves. It was a great bestial orgy, a breeding party out of their collective unconsciousnesses. Their desires, the things that made them horny, that made them live their lives, all on display, without a curtain of civilisation.
Pinkie smiled as she watched Caramel’s thrusts increase in tempo, the sounds of slapping flesh, the subtle twitches in his balls, it was beautiful, she was glad to be here to see her nephew or niece be conceived. She pulled her mouth off of Big Mac’s shaft as she watched Caramel bury himself in her for the last time. He grunted loudly like he was letting out a deeply held breath. She moaned softly as she felt his seed sate her need, at least, for a moment. The crying and the cursing resumed a few moments later, as Caramel pulled himself out of her thoroughly creamed cunt.
“You bastards!” Limestone said as she felt an even larger cock poke at her pussy, Big Mac lining himself up with another Pie. This Pie would be tighter than Pinkie, he could feel it just with the tip of his cock pressed against her slit.
“Ayep,” Big Mac said as he pushed his hips forward, sliding his thick member into her pussy. She groaned and shook bodily as she felt something huge, and throbbing be pushed inside her. He grasped her ass with his forelegs, pulling on her, chafing her body where it was in contact with the rough wood of the stockade. His next thrust was brutal for her, sliding his medial ring into her pussy. He moaned and panted at the sensations of her winking, writhing body. She just cried and jerked with the thrusts. It didn’t take her long to open her eyes as she heard Caramel, her rapist walk around the side of the stockade. He presented his half hard, spit and seed coated member to her. She shook her head with all of the strength she could muster in the face of the brutal pounding her back half was taking. Still, he waiting until her mouth was open in a moment of silent pain before stuffing his member in the grey mare again. She shuddered and shook in shock as he used her mouth as a cleaning tool. Before long though, he left her alone. Letting his now flaccid member drop from her muzzle.
That was just the beginning of the trial though, soon enough another stallion, and a couple of mares began to use her mouth as a pleasure center. Bucking their hips against her face, balls, and clits smacking against her chin. Behind her, the thrusts of Big Mac were coming faster and faster, all pretence of a rhythm being lost in the race to finish inside this mare. Her mouth was stuffed with cock, her pussy was being ploughed by a huge farm stallion, and her mind was filled with the biggest contradictions she had ever experienced. She was loving the abuse, the pleasure of a huge member in her nethers, and she was hating every second of it. She was being raped, by the effects of her sadistic sister, and yet she was winking in pleasure. It was breaking her brain, every plea, every moan that slipped out was yet more trauma for her.
“Ah done!” Big Mac said as he slammed home one last time, his red sweaty flanks ramming into her soft hips. His cock throbbing and finally erupting in a thick rope of seed, pumped directly into her womb. A few moments later, Big Mac pulled himself from her. A huge pool of cum beginning to form underneath Limestone. The next stallion was a little smaller than Big Mac, his cock sliding into her well-used pussy with little effort. Still, the stallion was happy for his shot at breeding a horny mare.
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A few hours had passed, and nearly every stallion in the crowd had been inside her worn out pussy. Finally, a teenaged stallion, a pegasus with a brown coat and a sandy mane came to the front of the line. Pinkie was thoroughly used herself, and every other mare in the crowd was fucked. There were piles of couples and groups on the ground passed out. It was dying down, and sunlight was beginning to lighten the sky to the east. His teenage cock throbbed as he looked at the middle aged mare with the massive pool of cum leaking out of her. With a flap of his wings he mounted her heavily, waking her up.
“No, please, no more,” Limestone pleaded with the young pegasus. However, he was ready to take her, and nothing short of physically stopping him was going to work. He slid his half hard member into her well fucked cunt, lubricating it from all the juices she had made, and all the deposits from the stallions that had used her before. That wasn’t his ultimate destination, she had exactly one whole that had yet to be tampered with. He would be the one to break in her back door.
“What, no! Not there!” Limestone pleaded in a voice that was hoarse from overuse. His cock pressed against her tight ring, and his hips slammed forward, the hardness of his cock being the only thing that kept the two surfaces in contact. Eventually, he slipped inside her, first only the head of his cock, and then, the first couple inches. He moaned, she cried, there was a stirring in some of the sleeping ponies as they heard her cries.
“Yes, right there, cunt,” The teenage pegasus said as his cock was squeezed in the warm vice of her asshole. The tightness and warmth draining all conscience from him, all he wanted was more pleasure for himself. His next thrust pushed her into the stockades, making her moan in pain as the chafed flesh was touched again.
“Please no more,” Limestone said as he pulled back and slammed into her again. The heat potion had worn off, and well, she was done with the whole affair. More than done.
“Shut up!” The teenager said before slapping her on the ass with a hoof. The sound seemed to carry throughout the whole farm, a hard hoof smacking against a plush ass. His rutting only picked up in speed, as he got closer and closer to cumming.
With the slap, whatever rebellion, or fire in here was extinguished. A moment later, one of the sleeping stallions on the ground got up, and looked at her muzzle with lust, their cock filling up as fast as it could. He mounted the backside of the stocks and stuffed his cock into her mouth, ramming the flare down into her throat, before pulling back and using his bitchbreaker again.
Limestone gagged and moaned, which only turned on the stallions using her. The buck buried in her ass was close, his sounds making her bred cunt wink out, pushing spent cum out and into the pool beneath her. The teenager groaned, before ramming himself into her, his balls smacking into her wet slit, before flaring up inside her, and filling her to the brim with his seed. He didn’t want to be a dad, but he was inside a mare, and that made him happy.
“Good bitch,” he said as he dismounted. His cock flopping around his body as it lost its hardness. The stallion in her mouth wasn’t far behind him, his balls and body battering her face with every thrust, only giving her short moments to suck in much needed oxygen.
But he too, wasn’t far from the edge. Before anything else notable took place, he plastered her face with his seed, marking her. Her tears would only wash some of the filth away.
Author's Note
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