High Gear silently cursed to herself, as a bolt slipped from her fingers, disappearing beneath the exhaust manifold. Though she was a wiz with engines and mechanical work in general, her size oftentimes made it tricky to handle smaller parts - especially if she was contorted over an inline eight cylinder in a cramped engine bay.
Scrunching her snout, the muscular earth pony stood and stomped off to her tool chest. She was nearly done reattaching the carburetor, with only one final, tricky bolt left to secure. Retrieving a telescoping magnet, she turned back towards her vehicle. It wasn’t uncommon for her to tinker with personal projects - that is, if she wasn’t on the clock.
Trudging back to her car, she slowed. Her ears perked up, swiveling towards the bay doors of her shop. Glancing over, she set her tool down and waited. It almost sounded like…
“Hello?” a voice called out, from just out of view.
“I’m in here,” Gear huffed, snatching up a rag to wipe the grease from her hands. Though her shop did have a small storefront, as well as an office in the back, she often kept herself busy with something or another in the garage itself.
Looking up, a face appeared from outside. To her surprise, as the potential customer walked into view, it was an older mare. Relatively tall, but shorter than herself, the pegasus had a golden coat. Dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, she brushed her burnt orange and amber streaked mane from her face.
“Thank goodness, I thought I was going to have to hoof it all the way into town,” the visitor laughed, walking into the shaded bay.
“Car troubles, I’m guessing?” Gear noted, stepping closer to her guest.
“Bike, actually. She’s just outside, miss…” the mare trailed off, waiting for the mechanic to introduce herself.
“High Gear,” she announced, thrusting a hand forward. “And you would be?”
“Stormy Flare, pleasure,” the pegasus replied, giving Gear a brisk handshake. Looking the technician over, she smiled at the colossal mare.
While earth ponies weren’t uncommon in the slightest, she had to admit, this particular one was rather large. Tall and well built, with a coral pink coat, she had striking yellow accents in her jet black mane and tail. Imposing size aside, she looked friendly enough, although that didn’t help with her current problem.
“My bike’s outside, do you want me to wheel her in?” Stormy continued, hitching a thumb over her shoulder.
“Nah, I can do it,” Gear tutted, tossing her rag onto a relatively empty shelf. “So,” she began, walking past her guest, “what’s wrong with her?”
“Stupid thing started backfiring and then died,” Stormy explained, following the grease monkey outside.
Trotting out the door, Gear spied the afflicted bike. She hadn’t heard it running, so she presumed Stormy had walked it to the front of her shop; an impressive feat, for a middle aged mare. Bending over, unscrewing the gas cap, she peered inside and gave it a slight sniff. There was plenty of petrol, and it didn’t smell bad, so that was one potential problem knocked checked off.
“When’s the last time you had the fuel lines changed,” she asked, tracing a slender tube to the carburetor.
“I - uh…” Stormy gulped, her gaze wandering from her motorcycle to the mechanic. Bent over as she was, she took note of a very prominent bulge at Gear’s groin, with a swell leading part way down the mare’s thigh.
“If it’s been a while, it might just be…” Gear faltered, glancing over her shoulder and noticing what had Flare’s attention. Sighing to herself, she stood and faced her customer. “Yeah, I know, I’m a very well equipped mechanic; so, unless you want some servicing, have you had the lines or filter changed recently?”
Flare’s cheeks reddened, as she forced herself to look away. “A year or t...two ago, I think,” she stammered, fidgeting uncomfortably.
She’d heard about dickmares before, although this was the first time she’d ever met one in person. If she had to guess, judging from the swell in the earth pony’s pants, Gear was packing some serious heat - which was ironic, considering she’d just gone into season herself. Damnable coincidences aside, she hoped she hadn’t upset the mechanic.
“Come on, it’s cooler inside,” Gear said, wheeling the bike into the garage. Getting it into the shade, beside her car, she rolled her toolbox over. Peeking over, noting where Flare stood, she angled herself to face away from her guest. “So, year or two, huh?” she grumbled, loosening a clamp on the fuel line.
“Something like that. Honestly, I can’t quite remember,” the pegasus groaned, pinching the bridge of her snout.
“Well, if I had to guess, it’s either the hose is gunked up or your filter is shot. Either way, if I’m right, it’s an easy fix. Say, could you get me that bucket?” Gear amiably requested, pointing to an empty pail a few feet to her side. Glancing over, watching the pegasus fetch the container, she grinned to herself. Seeing a mare get flustered always had a way of pressing her buttons, so she couldn’t resist the urge to tease her guest, if only a little.
“Here you go,” Flare muttered, walking the bucket over.
“Alright, now just get it under this line. I’d really rather not get gas all over the shop,” the large pony instructed, holding the fuel line to the tank. She could genuinely use the help, although she wasn’t going to let an opportunity to test her theory slip through her fingers.
Stooping down, Flare brought the pail under the mechanic’s heavy chest. “Here?”
“Little to your left, closer to my legs. Trust me, when I let this go, it’ll start gushing,” Gear snickered.
Edging closer to the large mare’s groin, Flare couldn’t help but eye the woman’s groin. From the front, the swell in Gear’s pants was even more noticeable. To make matters worse, as she edged nearer, an alluring scent tickled her nostrils; over the smell of oil and gas, cutting through the aroma of grease, was something tantalizing.
“Just gotta…” Gear muttered, fiddling with the clamp. Shuffling forward, she ground her crotch against Flare’s face. Now, under normal circumstances, anypony would have moved, but that wasn’t the case. The pegasus just sat there, like a statue, as her junk pressed against her head.
“Alright, there we go,” she finally stated, swiftly standing and pulling the smaller mare away. As the gas began to pour into the bucket, she beamed down at her client. “See, that would’ve made one hell of a mess!”
“Y...yes,” Flare sputtered, the scent of the dickmare’s package still fresh on her mind. Unintentional or not, the experience of having something so hefty against her face caused her heart to flutter. She started, as a hand clapped her shoulder.
“By the way, sorry about that,” Gear laughed, unabashedly fondling herself. “Damn thing constantly gets in the way, not to mention it makes even more messes than my work!”
Considering she’d already caught Flare ogling the goods, and that she hadn’t shied away from her groin, she figured it was time to up the ante. Truth be told, she’d always had a soft spot for older, more experienced mares, especially if they were unused to tangling with someone of her size. Still, even if she got shot down, it couldn’t hurt to try.
Watching Gear pat her package, Flare stood transfixed. Thoughts of what lurked beneath the mechanics pants danced through her mind, leaving her mouth to water. Even if she’d wanted to do something, there’s no way they could - could they? For buck’s sake, they were in the middle of a shop, hardly the place to do something so raunchy. Still, feeling herself growing moist, and unsure how serious her host was, she was compelled to ask a question…
“It does look rather bulky…” Flare whispered, her eyes never wavering from the earth pony’s loins.
“Oh man, you have no idea,” Gear snorted, unbuttoning her slacks. With practiced precision, she pulled the garment down, allowing her cerise member to flop free. “If I could walk around without having to stuff it into pants every day, I would - well, maybe not if I’m welding, but you get the point,” she added, idly stroking her semi-flaccid length.
Flare’s eyes went wide, as she gazed at the prodigious tool in Gear’s grip. The thing had to be nearly a foot long and as thick as her wrist. Outside of porn, she’d never seen one that big, so the sight left her at a loss for words. Subconsciously rubbing her thighs together, keenly aware of her aching marehood, she couldn’t bring herself to look away.
“You know, since you’re so interested in it, you could give it a closer look,” the dickmare chuckled, waving it in the pegasus’ direction. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Flare squatted down, bringing herself eye level with the equipment before her. Gear smirked to herself, knowing what was about to happen. She’d seen it dozens of times before, mature mares giving in to their desires or curiosity, but the sight never got old.
Inching closer, Flare hesitantly reached for the log of flesh. It wasn’t like she had any moral quandaries about a wild fling, having had several heated encounters in the past, though she’d never had one progress quite so quickly. Regardless, she was at her breaking point, and it was clear that the mechanic wasn’t opposed to getting a little action. Wrapping her fingers around the girthy pole, she brought her face towards its blunt crown.
Taking a step forward, Gear smeared the tip of her prick against the pegasus’ lips. Peering down, past her rack, she watched the woman’s mouth open, just before Flare’s lips wrapped around her. Nothing quite beat seeing someone with her junk in their mouth, so she was content to watch the show.
Running her tongue under and around the ridged head in her maw, Flare closed her eyes. The salty, sweaty flavors of the dickmare’s cock washed over her taste buds, causing her pulse to quicken. While Gear may have been rocking a superb stallionhood, there were several subtle differences. The smell and taste, while being overpowering, held a more gentle note; far more agreeable and enticing than a stud’s.
The sensation of fingers gliding through her mane, as well as the aching of her woefully neglected marehood, reminded her that she had a job to do. Bobbing her head, while slipping her free hand into her pants, she committed herself. Her fingers played over the imprint of her snatch, just above the sheer material of her panties, when she felt the tip of Gear’s shaft bump against the back of her throat. Taking a deep breath, attempting to relax herself, she pushed her head forward.
“Mmmmmm,” Gear hummed, as her length slid into Flare’s gullet. “Gotta love a girl with experience,” she groaned, while she began lightly bucking her hips.
Breathing on the backstrokes, continuing to pump the base of Gear’s marecock, and massaging her snatch, Flare juggled the tasks with ease. She hadn’t always been so skillful, but she had a lifetime of practice under her belt. Rocking her hips, grinding her nethers against her hand, she nonchalantly got herself off.
“That’s what I - Mmmph - like to see,” Gear grunted.
Grasping the back of Flare’s head, she steadily humped the mare’s face. Knowing that someone was getting off to blowing her really got her blood flowing. With that in mind, and the fact that she hadn’t gotten any action in a few weeks, she was already on a hair trigger. Savoring the warm, snug confines of the pegasus’ throat, she readied herself for release.
The only warning Flare got was a tightening sensation in her esophagus, nearly causing her to gag. Retracting her head, taking care to keep the flaring tip of Gear’s member in her mouth, she dug her tongue into the dickmare’s urethra. If the earth pony was going to pop that quickly, she was going to make sure she came hard.
“Oh Fuck!” Gear wheezed, caught off guard by the additional stimulation. Gritting her teeth, staving off the impulse to hilt herself in Flare’s muzzle, a deluge of spunk coursed up and through her shaft.
As talented as Flare was, she was unprepared for the torrent of jizz. Gulping down what she could, doing her damnedest not to make a mess, a few errant spurts escaped past her lips. As if acting of its own accord, her hand pulled her negligee aside, allowing her to sink two fingers into her sopping wet snatch. Eventually, after the flow of foal batter started to subside, she pulled her head back.
“Stars above, you must’ve been pent up,” Flare coughed, swallowing down the remainder of her curious partner’s load.
“Yeah, sorry about that. Never takes all that much to make me pop the first time,” Gear halfheartedly laughed.
“The first…” Flare’s question died, as she realized the cock in her grasp hadn’t softened in the slightest. Like the spear of some primordial god, it was just as turgid as when she’d began. Gazing down its length, she felt her snatch clench around her digits. If the dickmare was still that hard, maybe she could…
Without a word, the pegasus got to her feet, pulled her hand from her pants, and unbuckled her belt. Hauling the garment down her well sculpted legs, she kicked the article to the side and hitched her thumbs over the rim of her panties. Cocking her hips, she affixed the imposing earth pony with a steely gaze.
“Look, I’m going to be frank with you for a moment. I’m in heat, you’re obviously not quite satisfied,” Flare began, strutting over to squarely face the mechanic, “so do you have anywhere in this little shop where we could...?”
While Gear hadn’t expected the pegasus to be so forward, she didn’t mind in the slightest. Shrugging, trying to act casual, she pointed towards a doorway in the back. “I’ve got a bed in my office, for when I crash here overnight. We could -” her statement broke off, as Flare grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the room.
“That’ll work,” the mare flatly stated, doing her best not to come off as some wanton harlot.
Her estrus had been a chronic source of issues for her, at times threatening to drive her into a rut-lust. Hell, she’d nearly bedded her own daughter’s coltfriend once, but she’d been able to restrain herself. Briskly hauling the well hung woman behind her, she proceeded to the indicated doorway, finding a quaint little office within.
Besides a desk and chair, there was a large mattress on the floor in the corner; though it lacked any sort of frame, it looked comfortable enough. The room was relatively spartan, but it would suffice. They’d be afforded some modicum of privacy and, more importantly, she wouldn’t get her knees scraped up on the concrete of the shop.
Releasing Gear’s hand, Flare removed her jacket and tossed it onto the chair. Acting quickly, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, reached back, and began unfastening her bra. It was only then that she noticed her host standing there, silently enjoying the show. She smirked, unfastening her brassiere and allowing her bosoms to swing free.
Her breasts, unfettered by the undergarment, hung slightly. By all standards, they were still quite perky, although Flare was painfully mindful that age and motherhood had taken a slight toll on them. As she looked up, Gear crossed over to her and hefted one melon in each hand.
“I’m guessing you’re a mom?” she asked, feeling the heft of the pegasus’ breasts.
“Y...yeah,” Flare mumbled sheepishly, being reminded of her age.
“Can’t promise I won’t pump another foal in ya, since I don’t have a condom. You on the pill?” Gear inquired, raising an eyebrow.
“I…” Flare paused. “Yes, of course,” she lied. Truthfully, she wasn’t on any sort of contraception, but she desperately wanted to feel that fat fuck-stick plunging into her.
Gear simply nodded and crossed to the mattress. “Seein’ as how you might want to warm up a little, how about you take the lead,” she mused, easing herself onto the mattress.
Reclining on her back, resting her head on the pillows, she worked her length. Since her flared head had deflated back to its original state, she felt certain the pegasus would appreciate being in control. When she did eventually take the lead, she knew she wasn’t going to be all that gentle.
Walking over, Flare swung one leg over the supine dickmare. Eyeballing her position, straddling Gear, she lowered her rear towards the pillar of flesh below her. Feeling it graze her rump, she reached downward and back, clutching the shaft and guiding it to her drooling entrance. Fighting the urge to brazenly impale herself, she took a shuddering breath. Even as worked up as she was, she realized it was going to be a tight fit.
Bearing down upon its battering ram-like head, she rested her hands on her knees. Wincing, she applied additional weight, yearning for it to plunge into her canal. Keeping her eyes closed in concentration, she was blissfully unaware of the movement beneath her.
Reaching downward, Gear brought one hand to the mare’s crotch. Running her thumb through the Flare’s slit, she kneaded the pegasus’ clit. As she did, the woman’s sex relaxed slightly, allowing the first few inches of her tool to slip within her partner’s velvety depths. “Hey, there ya go,” she cooed, savoring the silken interior clinging to her pole.
“D...don’t stop,” Flare huffed, trying not to clench herself. Gear was big, there was no doubt about that, so any efforts to help her stay relaxed would be a mercy. Giving herself a moment to adjust, she steadily started bouncing her ass. Every movement sent the dickmare’s rod incrementally deeper, stretching her interior as it went.
Massaging her partner’s clit, Gear began gently bucking her hips. Another fine benefit of older mares was that, even if they needed a little bit of foreplay, they could oftentimes allow her to fully hilt herself. As quickly as things had been moving, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was balls deep in no time.
Finding her rhythm, synchronizing their movements, Flare continued her efforts. Lower and lower she went, spearing herself on the titan below. The discomfort of the intrusion was slowly eclipsed by pleasure, as her body adjusted. It wasn’t until she felt the mechanic’s waist bumping against her, that she realized she’d nearly accomplished her goal.
“I knew you could do it,” Gear cooed. Now virtually hilted with in Flare, she readjusted herself. Bringing her knees to the pegasus’ back, bracing her legs, she rested her hands on her partner’s hips. Peering upward, she couldn’t help but eye the mare’s succulent tits.
Resting her knees to Gear’s sides, Flare leaned in, noticing the dickmare’s interest in her rack. “You know, you can do more than just look at them,” she tittered, swaying her bosoms from side to side.
Craning her neck upward, as she began bucking her hips, the mechanic ran her tongue around Flare’s right teat, before gently suckling upon her nipple. While the mare’s oral had been solid, it didn’t hold a candle to her cunt. As the pegasus relaxed, she skillfully worked Gear’s tool with practiced precision. The way her juicy confines constricted around her, relaxing just enough to let her plunge in, was astonishing.
Adjusting to Gear’s size, and taking note of her partner’s blissful expression, Flare grinned wryly. Knowing that, even at her age, she could handle someone so much larger than she filled her with confidence. Meeting the dickmare’s thrusts, hammering her backside onto the woman’s waist, she buried the earth pony’s face in her bosom.
“I see you’re not that different from a stallion,” Flare affectionately growled, filled with bravado. “Just try not to cum before I do…”
Hearing Flare’s bold words lit a fire within Gear. Finding a capable MILF was hard enough, but finding one with some real fire in them was something even more extraordinary. Slapping the mare’s ass, she hauled her length nearly free of the woman’s canal, only stopping when her broad head was just over the pegasus’ g-spot.
“Oh, I’ll make sure you cum nice and hard then,” Gear hissed. Like an engine roaring to life, her hips became a blur. Sure, she was only using a fraction of her member, but that was sort of the point. Using the fat tip of her shaft, she was able to directly accost Flare’s erogenous zone. A predatory smile crept across her face, as she watched her partner succumb to her efforts.
Gear’s shift in speed, as well as the abrupt fixation on her g-spot, damn near caused Flare to spontaneously cum. Were she less experienced, she’d have likely been left a squirting, convulsing mass, but she wasn’t going to give in that easily. “You t...think I’ll -” her rebuttal faltered, as the dickmare grabbed her tits.
“Cum for me, Slut,” Gear demanded, twisting the mare’s nipples.
With her marehood being jackhammered, and her teats being savagely pinched, Flare acquiesced. Nectar gushed from her snatch, squelching around Gear’s mammoth prick. Mercifully, the dickmare ceased movement, allowing her to ride out her climax in relative peace. Panting, attempting to recover, she found herself being lifted up and off of the large pony.
“Alright, all fours,” Gear grunted, turning and setting the pegasus beside herself. To Flare’s credit, despite her shaking legs and weary look, she did as she was asked. Pressing her chest to the mattress, prominently raising her rump, she splayed her legs invitingly. “Now, if you could just…” she watched in amazement, as the woman reached back and spread the meaty lips of her marehood open.
“I...I’m not going to be satisfied…” Flare huffed, gazing back at the dickmare, “u...until you breed me.” Heat or not, it wasn’t a proper sexual romp until she felt her partner erupt within her. Something about the sticky warmth was remarkably satisfying. Resting her head on the pillow, she held her entrance open and waited.
“How the hell could anyone say no to that?” Gear thought aloud, swiftly shuffling behind the pegasus.
Grabbing her dong, guiding it to the slick marehood before her, she crammed herself inside. Gaining entry, she grasped the pegasus’ hips and dove in. Yeah, she might have been able to be a little more graceful with the operation, but the mention of breeding had flipped a switch in her. Even if she couldn’t get Flare knocked up, she was sure as hell going to give it her best try.
As the titanic tool plunged into her, Flare released her sex and set her fingers to work. One hand gleefully stimulated her clit, massaging the tweaking the delicate bud, while the other moved to her bosom. Groaning, unabashedly playing with herself, she squeezed her marehood around her partner’s rod.
Digging her fingers into Flare’s hips, Gear vigorously rutted the mare from behind. She still wasn’t going all out, but she had her reasons. Over the years, she’d developed a bit of a technique for really giving girls something to remember. Thought it was tricky, taking some willpower and careful timing, it never left her mates disappointed.
Steadily, as she pistoned herself into Flare, the telltale signs of release crept upon her. One of the benefits of being a dickmare was a very, very brief refractory period. Her personal record was plowing a dozen mares in one night, although her loads had been pitiable by the morning. Regardless, she’d have more than enough to satisfy one seasoned pegasus.
As Flare felt one of Gear’s hands drift to her dock, she instinctively raised her ass. Judging from the labored breaths, the increase in speed, and the throbbing shaft within her, it wouldn’t be long until the mechanic reached her limit. The timing was almost perfect, considering she was approaching a second orgasm herself. Her fingers became a blur, stimulating herself at a frenzied pace, as she fought to cum with the massive mare.
Angling her hips, Gear ravaged Flare’s marehood. Like a machine of flesh and bone, her movements were unceasing, until the magical moment arrived. Sensing herself peak, she hilted herself, slamming her crown against the woman’s cervix. Screwing her eyes shut, she allowed the orgasmic bliss to wash over her, but only just. Though it was difficult, she maintained control, forcing her body to submit to her will. As she flooded the pegasus with seed, she readied herself for her next move.
The influx of spunk pushed Flare over the edge, causing her to cry out to the heavens. The sensation of scalding cum flowing into her, painting her interior, was singular and the perfect way to end a carnal romp. Despite the bolts of rapture surging through her frame, she was aware of Gear’s prolific output. If all dickmares were as productive as the mechanic, she may need to seek them out more often.
Lying there, overcome with pleasure, Flare relaxed herself. Unfortunately, the respite was perilously short lived, as she found herself being violently shifted. With Gear’s tool still entombed in her sex, she was swiftly flipped onto her back into a missionary position. Still reeling from her climax, there was little she could do.
Keeping silent, Gear focused. Repositioning Flare beneath her, shuffling between the mare’s legs, she continued her assault. With all the speed and force of a locomotive, she hammered into her mate, causing a cocktail of feminine juices and cum to squirt from the woman’s sex. If she timed it right, willing herself not to bend to her own climax, she could push her body to produce another in rapid succession.
Howling unintelligibly, Flare was at Gear’s mercy. Her ecstasy redoubled, as her body coped with the lustful onslaught. Never in her life had she experienced something as catastrophically pleasurable. Every fiber of her being screamed with delight. Lying there, being utterly dominated by the dickmare, she felt as though her very sanity may shatter, yet she pined for more.
Moving her face downward, continuing to thrust her hips, Gear latched her lips around one of Flare’s nipples, causing the mare’s wails to raise an octave. The sound of the pegasus’ cries were a symphony to her ears, only causing her to rut the woman that much harder. Hilting herself with each plunge, grinding the head of her colossal dick against her mate’s womb, she endured.
Pawing at the mechanic’s back, Flare wrapped her legs around Gear’s waist. This is exactly what she needed, quelling the infernal estrus she suffered through. Her marehood spasmed around the fat fuck-stick delving her depths, as her cervix kissed the the tip of its glorious length with every thrust. Contraception or not, in that moment, she wished for nothing more than to bear the glorious dickmare’s foal.
Thoughts of herself, heavy with child, danced through her mind. Motherhood was a singular experience, and Gear’s might practically demanded that she continue her lineage. Digging her heels into the earth pony’s hips, drawing her in, she embraced her love.
“Rut me! Breed me you magnificent beast,” she shouted, drawing Gear’s attention. As the mechanic looked up, she struck; pressing her face to her mate’s in a passionate kiss.
As Flare’s tongue wormed into her mouth, Gear’s movement’s faltered. In an ironic twist, romantic elements had always been a weakness of hers. Though she was balls deep in the mare, plowing the woman like a field in spring, her cheeks went red. The brief pause gave way to a fanatical barrage of her tool. Humping like a beast possessed, she succumbed to her desires.
“Yes! God yes!” Flare brayed, pulling her face away, as she was ravaged like never before. While she’d only just begun to recuperate, she was already rocketing towards another climax.
With one hand on Flare’s hip, Gear brought her snout to the mare’s ear. Grunting angrily, continuing to rut the woman, she came a third time. Drilling the pegasus with wanton abandon, strings of jizz streamed down her weighty balls, while she erupted. As with her first two loads, the third was just as copious, teeming with untold billions of sperm.
Claiming her mate, having disgorged pints of cream into the woman, Gear’s motions gradually slowed. Beyond the grit and grime from her shop, she was covered in sweat, and her lower half was painted with a combination of their juices. While she hadn’t anticipated such a delightful encounter, she was immeasurably pleased with the unforeseen shenanigans.
As the dickmare’s seemingly unending drilling drew to a close, Flare heaved air into her chest. Running her fingers over Gear’s back, appreciating the earth pony’s physique, she began to giggle. Stars above, it had been ages since she’d received service of that caliber. She’d been laid like a filly on prom night, shamelessly getting fucked in the office of some secluded shop, but she couldn’t be happier.
Rolling the pegasus to the side, pulling her still considerably rigid dong from Flare’s abused cunt, Gear spooned with the woman. Cleaning could wait, as could the bike’s repair; for now, all she wanted was to bask in the afterglow. Pressing her bosoms to her partner’s back, she embraced her unexpected lover.
Watching the dickmare’s hand play over her side, down to her abdomen, Flare’s eyes went wide; her belly was positively engorged with seed. Even if she wouldn’t soon be pregnant, she sure as hell appeared to be bearing a foal. With the post-coitus stupor settling over her, she pushed back against Gear’s chest.
“R...remind me to b...break down near here again,” she croaked, glancing back at the mare’s golden eyes.
“Monday through Saturday, I’ll be here. You might want to double down on that pill, because I’m pretty sure I pumped another flier or two into you,” Gear laughed, softly patting the pegasus’ stomach. “I’ll get your bike fixed up in no time, just let me rest a second.”
“No rush, it’s not like I’m on a schedule,” Flare rebutted, massaging her mate’s thigh.
“Well then, maybe I’ll take my time with it,” the mechanic snickered, cupping one of the mare’s ample bosoms.
“My, such a hard working mare,” Flare began, lethargically rolling to face Gear. “If it’s going to be a time consuming affair, perhaps I’ll have to tip you afterward…”
Gear grinned, easily reading between the lines. Something told her that the simple job might take longer than expected…
