Side Effects

Luster’s mane was matted down to his cheeks, which were puffed out from being filled with spring water, which he promptly spurted back into the clean pool in which he was half-submerged. It was deceptively shallow, even at its deepest point close to the centre. Unfortunately, this meant he had to sit hunched forwards to stop his foot long appendage from breaking the surface, not that he would be so brazen to recline with parted legs even if he were completely hidden from the stallion bathing only a short ways from him. The cooling waters did very little to curtail his roaring lust. Still, he tried to see the silver lining. For instance, he couldn’t imagine being far off now from holding the world record for the longest sustained erection. His rigidity was aided by alchemy, true, but he thought it deserving enough for something. Perhaps there were awards out there commending incredible willpower?

He shivered suddenly with bliss, the sound of splashing water in his ears and the pleasant sensation against his member wasn’t a coincidence. He forced himself to smile. He didn’t seem to even qualify for the hypothetical ‘willpower award’ it would seem. Curled over, the spongy flare of his cock was pressed against his own chest. Even if two inches were effectively removed thanks to his posture, ten inches of almost leg thick dick meat was within enveloping distance of his mouth and he knew he could reach it. A short distance from him, Malaa was putting on a show, whether he intended to or not, with his back to the grey unicorn. His hooves glided over his toned body, stray droplets of water running down his back and over the bumps of his spine; Malaa’s hooves unintentionally highlighting every subtle curve in his possession. Luster envied the water that could freely cling to every inch of the zebra’s body, desiring to replace it with his tongue. He continued to follow every movement to the best of his abilities, unable to truly resist looking at Malaa’s perfect form. But on top of the alluring display, he could feel every ripple of the water’s surface directly against the mottled flesh of his fat organ, the faint smell of his essence fluttering his nostrils.

“C-could you stop moving so much?” Luster requested.

Malaa ceased his gliding hooves, stopping his bathing to look back at the unicorn. His black and white mane framed his face, the reddish hue of his eyes standing out amongst the blue waters around him. Wet and sexy. “You can drop the act now, you know,” Malaa informed him flatly.

Luster gained an incredulous edge to his gaze. “What ‘act’?”

“Your chasteness. You know I’ve seen it already, you admitted I am the root cause of it, we even kissed, and yet still you keep it hidden from me,” Malaa spoke only truth, his voice uncharacteristically quiet and calm. It might have been the environment.

“So ‘he’ is an ‘it’, now? And you sounded like fond friends,” Luster replied, trying his hoof at snark. Malaa’s deadpan expression – not even a verbal retort – managed to fluster him. “I never ‘said’ you were the root cause!”

“You’re dodging the truth,” he spoke in melody, rocking his head back and forth with each word, producing slight ripples in the water as his waterlogged mane dipped beneath the surface.

“Tch, fine!” he yelled, partially wincing against the ripples; frustrated from both his own arousal and the zebra’s knack for getting beneath his skin. He straightened his posture. No longer hidden away in its sheathe, the top four inches of his fuckstick proudly jabbed up from the water; just shy of poking him in the barrel. Luster’s face was now comically glum, his cheeks red as his dick twitched just a short distance from his jaw. “Happy now?”

Malaa’s eyes flickered from the ridged flare to its owner’s shy eyes before looking away from both, tending back to his unwashed body. “Want to talk?”

Luster would have been vexed for just exposing himself if suspicion didn’t immediately take the place of it. The change in topic was too abrupt. He squinted his eyes. There was definitely trickery afoot. “About what?”

“I’m feeling nostalgic. Remember how we used to do things? Ask me some questions. I’ll answer. Then it’s my turn,” he said innocently, continuing to bathe.

Luster’s brows met, rubbing the back of his head. Things were so different now than they were he first arrived in the village. “Um… okay. Uh...” he looked around, realising he already sat in a topic worth conversing about. “So this is the source of the river? It doesn’t look terribly large. Does it get fed into from some far away place? A mountain or-”

Splish.

Luster was silenced by some water in his face. Before he could express any sort of irritation Malaa spoke again, his back to the unicorn.

“Ask me another.”

“Okay, uh…” Luster trailed off, now more confused than vexed. He glanced at the flowers, some half the width of his outstretched foreleg. “The fauna, they’re larger than ordinary flowers. Does this source possess some latent nutritional properties and will-”

Splash.

“Ask another-”

“Hey!” Luster barked, rubbing his eyes of the liquid projectile “What do you want me to ask!?”

“You can ask anything,” Malaa replied with an annoying level of calmness, shrugging.

“Can I get a hint, please?”

“Hmm...” Malaa paused to think. “Ask me something you never would have asked before today.”

“Oh, I see...” Luster mumbled, quickly understanding. Personal questions. Private questions. Intimate questions. He gulped. The zebra seemed prepared to answer anything at the moment. Luster knew he would have to extend the same courtesy. He decided to start small. “This is awkward, but, besides me, how many, uh… L-”

“Lovers have I taken?”

He wouldn’t have phrased it like that, but… it was a lot more interesting than how many stallions he had kissed on the lips. “Y-yes?”

“Two,” Malaa replied promptly. The sigh he then released was almost pleasantly reminiscent. Already, Luster was deathly afraid he was going to experience jealousy. “My first lover’s name was Ivory. He was a good listener, and pleasant to touch,” he opened with, giving the other stallion a coy look. “He was long and thick,” he stressed each word with piercing amounts of affection. Luster winced. “He still lives under my bed.”

Luster opened his eyes, just to close them again, blinking. He was talking about a dildo? An ivory-crafted dildo... He was jealous of a fake phallus. If masturbation aids counted then Luster had at least two to add to his tally chart – three, if he counted both of his hooves - as well as every pillow he ever owned between the ages of twelve and sixteen. “The other?” he asked, almost afraid.

“Your name is Luster, correct?” Malaa looked over his shoulder, his gaze was seductive. The look alone was enough to make his tool throb to a greater state of hardness, small ripples coming out from the excited organ.

“S-so y-you’re-”

“Unclaimed, unconquered? A virgin. I suppose so, yes,” he answered with a casual cadence. “But Ivory was a great teacher...”

After that, there was a pause from both. Luster needed a moment to recuperate, his mind a salacious haze, no longer able to tell up from down. His eyes slammed shut, trying to rebalance himself, light-headed from Malaa’s speech. It seemed as though all the spare blood in his body rushed immediately to his thick meaty hose, its hardness comparable to diamond; weeping translucent and musky tears of joy from his cumslit. And, without explanation, Luster found it even more difficult to wrench his eyes away from Malaa's slim body, the wet matted fur of the stallion helping exponentially to highlight his curves and the definition of his toned muscle. The masculine fascination of claiming a virgin’s cherry was always a foreign concept to the unicorn, who thought it nothing more than a petty justification to brag. However, if Malaa truly had no one before him, then that would mean he was a virgin on two fronts. His ass hadn’t been sowed, his cock never before enveloped. He would be the first...

After a few deep, calming breaths, Luster realised how long he had waited for a question from the zebra. He knew it wasn’t because he was being considerate. It was enough to make him furrow his brows, somewhat offended. “Hey, aren’t you going to-”

“Ask you how many lovers you have taken?” he finished preemptively.

“Y-yes?” Luster stammered. He almost wanted to blurt it out. He wanted Malaa to feel the same as he did at that moment, a carnal excitement to be somepony's first.

He smirked. “It doesn’t matter to me how many, if any at all, you’ve had before me. All that does matter to me is that I have you right now, all to myself,” he promptly answered, tone sincere and kind. Although this was undercut immediately by the look he shot Luster over his shoulder, his smile clever. “And I believe that you’ve asked me three questions by this point, is that correct?”

Luster scoffed. Only Malaa could manage to be touching as well as teasing, but Luster saw his game. “That counts as one.”

His smile grew, shrugging. “I felt pity for you.”

“Just ask me a question already,” he coerced with a scoff and splash of water in the striped stallion’s direction.

“Very well,” the zebra chuckled behind closed lips, looking upwards in pondering before directing his eyes back to the stallion. “What is it about me you find attractive?”

Luster sighed. He knew this was coming. “Didn’t I already tell you?” he asked, deflecting and avoiding.

“Not my physical features. True, traits and personality might keep you glued, but it is the appearance that brings you towards another like a magnet.”

“But you came to me,” Luster pointed out.

“Correct. But you were both intelligent and handsome. Who could resist?” he asked rhetorically, earning a blush from Luster. “And besides, if I’m not correct, then explain why I seldom went a day without seeing you? There must have been something pulling you back to me.”

Luster’s brows raised. “Was it that obvious?” he asked, wearing a sheepish grin.

“When you’ve earned a question, I will answer that,” he smiled at him, “so answer mine first.”

“Fine...” Luster replied, taking a breath. When forced to think on the zebra and his body, he felt an uncontrollable direction of warmth to his crotch. Not quite on the level of a ‘surge’, as Malaa had described, but a general heightening of lust. He started thinking of something safe, easy, like the zebra’s eyes and face, but his mind almost immediately wandered to his lithe, toned body; his plump butt and snug black coin purse of orange-sized balls. He couldn't help but snap his eyes to every droplet of water that ran down his crest and back, his lips and tongue feeling envy for such a little drop. He clenched his thighs together beneath the water, joining his hooves in clamping down on his cock, trying to avoid any blatant twitching. “Y-your eyes,” he answered after a while, his smile weak.

Malaa’s face was blank. “I’m not impressed. You’re a writer, are you not? A wordsmith? Craft me something worth hearing,” he tone was that of playful disappointment.

Luster swallowed. He found it hard to restrain his tongue. He had so much to say, but he was starting to realise the true extent behind the zebra’s game. He wanted to provoke a particular reaction from the unicorn. Not a twitching cock or blushing face. Malaa wanted him to plead for release. The unicorn then clenched his jaw. He thought of Malaa’s ass, the plush derrière he wanted to nuzzle his face into and nip at. He thought of the zebra’s body, carved and flawlessly chiselled, athletic and skinny. He wanted to trace the muscles and contours with his tongue, savouring the salty flavour of sweat; the dense odour of their combined scents in such intense heat. He had yet to see the zebra’s fabulous cock, yet, after having washed his own dick with a tongue that morning, he desired to have his oesophagus painted white with zebra seed; savouring the salty flavour as it filled his stomach, much like he did his own…

He was truly starting to lose control of his thoughts.

Struggling to breathe through his nose, to keep his breathing measured, he was able to think of something thanks to its recent occurrence. “Your lips…” he began, straining to speak under such a lewd assault of fantasies, “they’re soft.”

“Is that so?” Malaa’s lip curled, practically predatory. He started to rise from the water. “One question left, and I already know what it is.”

“W-what?” Luster asked, near nervous after his eyes began consuming the sight of an exposed, wet Malaa. Now that he stood, the water just up to his knees, Luster was afforded another marvellous sight of Malaa’s ass. With his tail strewed apart, he could see everything on offer. His view was unrivalled in its eroticism. Be it the result of the potion or some unexplained phenomena, everything about Malaa looked better whilst wet. The zebra’s full balls were squeezed between his thighs in such a way to accentuate their size, the twin orbs in their smooth black sack dripped with droplets of water, absorbing Luster’s attention like a flower absorbs sunlight.

He saw the zebra’s lips move from the corner of his eye, but he was too consumed to hear. “Sorry, could you repeat that?” he asked, his voice flat, paying the barest of attention.

“Would you like to feel them around your cock?” Malaa asked with the straightforward courtesy one would use with regards to sugar in tea.

“W-what!?” Luster sputtered, blindsided. His flat fuck slab throbbed in the water upon hearing, creating a few ripples in the pool.

Malaa turned. With his stance now profile, Luster’s eyes fell downwards on reflex. Under the zebra’s stomach, wet with water and hanging somewhat low under its own weight, was the striped stallion’s own impressive cock. Hard, thick, and long, the rigid member was almost enough to make Luster’s mouth water. It wasn’t as long, or even as thick as Luster’s own, even prior to the potion, but there was just something attention-grabbing about its deep black colour. Luster wanted to touch it, to see its contrast against his own, to taste it. The matte obsidian pillar was clearly as needy as the rock hardwood between the unicorn’s thighs, the strong throbs prompting it to smack against Malaa’s wet belly. Luster didn’t think such a thing was possible, unless...

“I’ll ask again,” Malaa began with a lustful purr, turning towards Luster, his own cock aiming at the seated stallion. Luster didn’t know where to look. The zebra’s sultry face, or the thick black mast swaying under his belly as the zebra started walking towards him. “Would you like. To feel. My lips. Around your long. Fat. Cock?” he posed, each stressed word was punctuated with another step wards Luster. It wasn’t until the zebra was standing over him, his scarlet irises piqued with lust, that Luster’s body reacted.

His thighs clenched, his face twitching in a pleasured grimace as his dick twitched. His balls flexed as his ass clenched. It was another surge. By this point, his balls were so full with seed that instead of pre dribbling from the blunt tip, a small trickle of thick white fluid was squeezed from his indented pisshole, trailing down the thick veined and mottled flesh of his dick before reaching the water, polluting the pond with his spunk, the thick dollop of semen floating away as more pre squeezed its way out the tip. The subtle sensation of it trailing down his meat alone was enough to coax a whimper from the stallion.

“Yes,” he strained to say through his clenched jaw, his mind giving his body no time to acclimate. “Please… suck it.”

Upon that softly delivered request, Malaa’s cheeks heated to a soft red blush, smirking. “Then move back, just out of the water. I want to see it all.

One trade for another, Luster shimmed backwards until his rear was perched on the soft earth at the water’s edge, his large, heavy balls still partially dipping beneath the surface. The full length of his awesome pound hammer stood straight up, painfully hard and pulsating; eager for the zebra whose advance towards it was deliberately slow, enough to make his balls ache something fierce.

Malaa’s lowered himself back down once he was close to Luster’s wet and twitchy breeding stick, the blood-pumping mast reflected off his dimly hued irises, the full focus of his attention. The zebra moved his face towards the tantalising organ, until his cheek was pressed up against it, feeling its beating majesty against his striped coat.

“You’re fucking massive,” Malaa remarked, cursing for the first time, out of breath and struck with awe.

Luster winced as his dick twitched. Two surges of the potion had accumulated now, the pressure building to a painful high. Malaa’s lips brushed his mottled flesh. “C-change your mind?”

“Don’t you dare take it away from me,” Malaa threatened with a lust-drunk smile, pulling away. He then reached out to feel Luster's thick girth under his hoof. The cool water it was just submerged in had apparently done nothing to help quell the strong warmth of the unicorn’s aching tool. Compared to the heat that emanated from the mast, his breaths were almost like a chill gust of wind. A few experimental strokes elicited a moan from Luster, a strong throb followed by a thick bead of pre that only added to the musk that already permeated the air. “Huge. Virile. Beautiful. This belongs to me now.”

Before Luster could say another word, the zebra’s tongue reached out to catch the pea-sized drop of pre that leaked down Luster’s cock, the tip of the moist muscle pushing into the fatty ring of tissue a quarter of the way up his throbbing organ. Luster threw his head back, his lungs emptying as he released a long drawn out moan. The unicorn thought his own tongue was good, but Malaa’s was so much better. His sensitive meat throbbed with bliss just from the mere contact. Any other day, such ecstasy would be enough to set him off, but under the effect of the potion, his cock needed much more. Malaa’s tongue ran up the shaft at a tortuously slow speed, following the trail of the fallen droplet. He hummed, delighted by either the flavour or the act itself, but clearly with more restraint than Luster. He stopped just shy of the ridged flare, slithering back down.

“W-what are y-you doing?” Luster asked, breathless.

“Enjoying myself,” Malaa replied, idly licking around the sides, sometimes marking places with tender kisses. “You don’t just service an organ such as this without giving it the attention it deserves,” he added, sucking and lashing the medial ring with his tongue. Luster was too enthralled with pleasure to speak any further. Soon hisdick was covered in a criss-cross of saliva trails and sloppy kiss marks. It was wet again, no longer with the waters of the pool, but with pre and copious amounts of zebra saliva. Malaa would do just about everything he could with his mouth to please the organ. He’d suckle at the mottled grey skin, soft yet rigid, pulling away with a pop. He’d follow the veins with his tongue until he had mentally mapped the route in his mind. He’d stop to do only two things: to inhale another draught of musky air, or to stop and nuzzle at the flat-tipped cock, showing it a measure of affection most would consider obscene.

“How long are you going to enjoy yourself?” Luster asked in the middle of another nuzzle, the zebra’s muzzle rubbing against his mottled grey meat.

“Ha, I’ve only just begun,” Malaa scoffed in reply. Luster then felt a pair of hooves cup his sack, too small to truly hold the positively giant pair of cum vats. It might have been a trick of his mind, but he was almost certain he could feel the melon-sized pair slosh. “I haven’t even got started on these.”

Again, before Luster could say anything further, the zebra’s lips and tongue silenced him with the pleasure they brought. Malaa kissed the right testicle, then the left. That apparently served as some kind of introduction to the pair of churners, for the stallion immediately starting to clean them with many wet sloppy licks across the smooth flesh. Although not as pleasurable as direct contact with his shaft, the oral reverence was enough to make his thighs clench and his stallionhood weep with pre. As pent up as Luster was, he almost wept for real. The large balls made the sack taut, every vein traceable with Malaa’s tongue.

“You taste wonderful,” Malaa whispered, suckling on the firm, smooth skin. He pressed his muzzle to the point where Luster’s balls attached to his sheath, the shadow of the towering member covering him as he inhaled deeply. “Even after being washed, you can smell the fertility. It’s almost hypnotising. There’s no sweat here, just musk. Strong,” he breathed in deeply, filling his lungs with more musk from the precious grey ovoids, “hypnotic... addicting.”

Luster felt his diamond-hard cock throb with a pleasurable yet painful twitch at the zebra’s words. His ears were used to flirts, not filth, which provoked painful, needy twitches from his desperate dick. If he wanted him to beg…

“I want… you. Your mouth. Please. I need it,” Luster pleaded through a clenched jaw, the words leaving his throat with a tremble.

“Did the idea of me getting addicted to your fat cock tip you over the edge?” Malaa gave a toothy smile before planting a kiss at the base of Luster’s meat. “To be truthful, I was getting impatient myself,” he admitted, his tongue dragging up Luster’s cum tunnel, licking all the way up the underside of Luster’s cum hose, stopping just at the peak. “I’ve wanted to swab my throat with your cock for so long.”

A moment later, his lips finally made contact with Luster’s flare, his tongue running over the slight bumps before moving upwards to the peak, tonguing Luster’s urethra to impatiently lap down even more of his trunk’s sticky clear ‘sap’. The pleasure hurt so much, Luster could do nothing else but revel in it. The zebra finally began to part his jaw, his lips feeling and pressing around the virile sceptre, until finally, he was able to coronate it with the inside of his mouth. The cock was thick enough to strain his jaw, but not large enough to have the skin scrape uncomfortably against his teeth. The perfect fit. Any remarks of Malaa’s ‘big mouth’ wouldn’t pertain only to wit, it would seem.

“It feels so good,” Luster groaned, his cock throbbing against the zebra’s tongue.

“Oif ownwy jusht sstarwted,” Malaa spoke, his mouth full of dick.

The attempt at speech felt good; the vibrations up his vocal cords and the movement of his tongue made Luster shiver. “Whatever that is you’re doing, keep doing it.”

Malaa rolled his eyes. He had only just started and already Luster thought he was experiencing the absolute zenith of ecstasy. He would have to prove him wrong.

The first thing he did was stuff his gob, not pretending that he did so purely for Luster’s benefit. He fed himself inch after inch of the kingly grey cock, driving it slowly to the back of his mouth, relishing the taste of pre and his own minty spittle from the oral assault a mere moment ago. After what felt like an eternity, it finally hit the back of his throat, much to his chagrin. He had only a fifth of what Luster had to offer. It would do for now. At a steady pace, his mouth raised before falling again, his tongue licking and slurping as he started to fellate the inflated organ. He made sure to noisily gulp down as many dollops of the rich, clear, sticky fluid Luster’s fuckstick could offer. That said, he did fail to catch some, trickling down the sides of the mottled shaft like melting ice cream down a cone. Right then, his vascular beating titan must have been in a state comparable to that of a two week long edging session, so the torrent of pre was to be expected. Looking up granted him the sight of Luster with his back on the ground. The only thing louder than his own erotic slurps and sucking was the unicorn’s shameless moaning.

To have someone mouthfuck him with as much gusto as Malaa did was a truly rapturous experience. The cock he now sported he could stretch any passage wide, yet Malaa crammed his gullet full of dick with ease. He didn’t choke or gag as he pumped up and down on it, even when he managed to the difficult task of force a few more inches down his laboured gullet. The zebra had gotten as much practice with the facsimile of a cock – Ivory – as he could, but the toy certainly was nowhere near the unicorn’s monstrous size. Malaa’s efforts now were the result of his pure and undiluted desire for the unicorn. Whenever Malaa was able to force the bumped crown down his gullet, making his throat bulge salaciously with the outline of the Luster’s flare, the unicorn in squirmed and his meat gave a couple of rhythmic pulses at the incomparable tightness of the striped stallion’s windpipe.

“M-Malaa, I-I’m about to...” Luster struggled to speak, just as he struggled to stop his hips from jerking upwards into the zebra’s already packed maw. He almost couldn’t believe the way his pendulous orbs clenched, his seed encouraged by Malaa’s gentle kneading hooves, his fat meaty pipe well-prepared to unleash a white and sticky cascade down Malaa’s gullet.

Malaa understood completely. He started to knead the pair of cum bags with his hooves, while his tongue went into overdrive to lap and lash at the pony’s urethra. By now, pre-cum was a constant from the flared, mottled length. If that was telling of what was to come, he was definitely going to have a full stomach by the time they were done.

The large flare lodged the cock between his teeth and his windpipe, thickening so much that Malaa’s teeth couldn’t help but pres down into the turgid skin of the organ. Malaa had held his breath just moments ago in anticipation, but it was a futile measure. The air gushed from his nostrils as the first, viscous shot of jizz fired from the pony’s pulsating cock, the sheer impact and volume of the messy load catching him by surprise. Luster could feel every single rope that coursed up his obese girth, each thick, gooey load at least double the volume of that at the lodge, his urethral tunnel swelling to accommodate each surge of his violent, cataclysmic eruption of pent up cum.

During Luster’s orgasm, Malaa’s eyes had begun to glisten as he struggled to even take in a breath. Each shot of the fertile load did not seem to lessen in quantity, clogging his mouth and throat with thick, musky cum underlined with a tincture of something sweet. He had no complaints to voice about his lover’s taste, but at that moment he was in no position to voice anything at all. A bit desperately, he hummed to clear his epiglottis so he wasn’t outright choking.

Thinking quickly, Malaa’s hooves took hold of Luster’s hips, pressing down firmly to prevent any instinctual bucking from the randy stallion. His original plan was to stroke the hose as it unleashed its load, but from how thick the river was flowing down his throat, it went without saying that it needed no help in ejecting from Luster’s engorged flare.

During it all, Malaa wondered if, perhaps, he had teased the poor stallion for just a tad too long...

After what felt like an eternity, Malaa found the opportunity to pull away from Luster’s prick with a pop and gasp, his lips smeared with semen that had dribbled down the corners of his lips. He could finally breathe again. But it wasn’t over. Despite the sheer quantity of cum that now sat heavy in his stomach, Luster’s balls were still not done. Malaa flinched as the member throbbed and shot several more ropes at his face. They crossed his muzzle, marking his coat with a few more stripes, the jizz then slowing to a drool from the blunt crown.

Malaa wasn’t sure how many shots had been unleashed from the stallion’s obscene cannon, but counting the three that criss-crossed his face, his rough estimate was eighteen…

Malaa breathed heavily, looking up in disbelief. The only difference from a few minutes ago was now that Luster’s tool was now glazed white with semen. It continued to beat and twitch with its owner’s heartbeat, still needy, still wanting, some remnants of cum still squeezing from the tip down to the hilt. “You’re still hard,” he remarked with shallow breaths, the words falling on deaf ears.

Luster’s mind was almost blank during the entire experience. The futile warning he offered Malaa was the last coherent thing in his head before riding the crashing wave of ecstasy that arrived with such a long pent-up orgasm. It was hard to describe the state of his mind after that. Much like that morning, bliss gave way to a moment of clarity after it subsided, although lust continued to fan hotter inside of him. The afterglow was a mere succour to the pressure which was continually building up inside him. His dick remained as hard as granite.

Luster rolled onto his side, almost as fatigued asMalaa. He shared a look with the zebra, who had crawled out of the water to lie beside him. His face was desecrated with cum, panting with ahorny look in his eyes like a harlot, a similar lust in his eyes. Luster grinned. They were in the same boat. “You had some of the potion, didn’t you?”

Malaa smiled coyly, rolling onto his side. Although the effects weren’t quite as drastic, and there wasn’t any discernible difference to the size of his painfully hard erection, his balls had ballooned a little larger,something the zebra accentuated by clenching his thighs together, pushing them towards the unicorn. “At least I didn’t rub it into my coat like an idiot-”

“Hey!”

“But yes,” he confirmed, smiling. “I’ve been waiting to empty these ever since I reached the glade. And evidently...” he trailed off, glancing at Luster’s crotch. “You need to empty some more.”

“What do you intend to do about it?” Luster asked, smiling sensually. He didn’t need to restrain his libido any more. Malaa’s semen-encrusted face was proof of that.

Malaa was taken aback by his brazenness, but still found the energy to release a tired laugh. “Haven’t I done enough?”

“I don’t think so. This is your responsibility after all,” he teased.

“Oh ho, Luster. There’s one thing you need to correct,” Malaa grinned, licking his lips.

“And what would that be?”

“The actual question is: What do you intend to do about it?” the zebra posed, smiling with provocation.

Luster huffed, wearing a self-assured smile as he started to rise to his hooves. “I’m going to fuck you like a wild animal.”

“Oh, is that a threat?” Malaa replied with a low tone, turning onto his back; his obsidian length slapping against his wet belly.

“A simple statement of fact,” he quipped, planting his hooves into the ground on either side of Malaa’s head.

The zebra looked up at him with lidded eyes, biting his lower lip. Luster was taking the reins. “Then what are you waiting for? Split me open with your fat pony cock.”

Luster had to suppress his smirk. “Roll over,” Luster commanded with a firm voice, his leviathan cock twitching beneath him, some globs of the remaining jizz dropping onto zebra beneath him.

“Oh? Not missionary?”

“I want to mount you,” Luster lowered his head, grazing his lips against his lover’s, then bringing his ear close to his ear, letting out a sensual sigh that provoked shivers to course down the zebra’s body. “Then I’m going to breed you like the slut you are.”

A hitched breath, a solitary twitch from the zebra’s shaft. Malaa didn’t need to say anything to confirm that was precisely what he wanted. He flipped himself onto his belly, his hind legs shaking as he raised his plump butt impatiently into the air. He let loose another breath as he felt the goliath cock pushing down on his back, pulsating between his shoulders as Luster started to drag his length back and forth, smearing his own juices down the zebra’s back. Malaa flagged his tail, a submissive gesture but also one that cleared the way for the fertile dick destined for his ass.

Luster was both happy to be in control for once in the past day and that he had such a ripe peach longing for his cock. His own cum would suffice for lube - Celestia knows he had enough to spare. He barely spent any time appraising the stallion’s perfect ass, huffing out of his nostrils as he clumsily angled himself to penetrate the waiting zebra. He guided his prick towards the zebra’s ebony pucker, Malaa’s sizeable cock jolting at the contact between his tight hole and the unicorn’s trembling ass stuffer. Luster prodded at the zebra's hole, trying to battle his anxiety. Each failed penetration was Luster delaying the inevitable, smearing his dribbled pre over the zebra's plush and plump asscheeks, sometimes he angled too low; bumping into Malaa's taint and snug coinpurse. After a few more of these 'failures', Luster found himself steadied and ready to consummate. With a noticeable shift, he pushed his hips downwards against the zebra's wrinkled and puffy plucker, knowing his mark...

Malaa’s body stiffened even if his hole relaxed. Gently, Luster eased his hips forward, pushing until a pair of moans – one pleasured, one a mixture of pain and contentment – sounded out in the air. With his dick having now speared the zebra’s tush, penetrating and claiming the hole as his own, Luster wasted no more time in sliding himself inside. He fed his cock Malaa’s puffy ring, the walls inside soft like velvet embracing his pride, the tight entrance squeezing around him as if to both make him leave yet keep him embedded. His flare spread the way for the rest of his shaft, and the further in he went the more soft tunnel was able to squeeze around the newly buried inches of his meat.

“Wait, wait!” Malaa called out, his hind legs shaking as his hole swallowed Luster’s medial ring, almost entirely enveloping the foot long monster.

Luster’s dominating demeanour crumbled almost immediately, his eyes flashed with concern, staying his hips despite the volume of his libido’s screaming. “What? I’m not hurting you am I?” he asked, sincerely worried.

Malaa let out a short chuckle after a moment. “I knew it. You’re still a softie.”

“Don’t joke about that!”

“But I’m not,” Malaa assured, clenching his hugging walls around the rigid intruder. “Let me get used to your size. Ivory didn’t even come close, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m sure he’d be jealous,” Luster remarked, flexing his cock within the zebra’s makeshift cunt.

“Umph. And he should. After you’re done with me, I doubt he’ll even be able to touch the sides anymore,” he gasped, swaying his plot from side to side, awed by how much the flare filled him, pushing against all walls and assuring a nice stretch.

“Am I going to have to abandon my career to live under your bed?” Luster chortled. “Just to satisfy you on those... lonely nights.”

“After this, I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one assuming that role.”

“Hmph. Does the role of sex toy suit you?”

“So long as you’re the only one who plays with me,” Malaa answered, angling his head upwards to plant a small kiss on Luster’s lowered neck. “You can keep going now.”

“Gladly,” Luster said, before slamming in the final few inches of his mottled member with one swift move, grunting while he bottomed out in the zebra’s tight ass, his hips colliding with the zebra’s soft haunches, forcing the breath out of Malaa’s lungs in a pleasured cry.

Luster took a moment to savor the snug fit before he started to withdraw a few inches of his oversized endowment. He exposed less than a quarter of his cock before bucking back inside with a firm thrust, drilling to depths the zebra had never before reached himself. He thrust again, his hips working like a piston as he built up to a faster speed and rhythm, lancing himself steadily harder inside the zebra, aided by the slickness of his own seed.

Like the thrusts themselves, pleasure crashed into the zebra with each ram against his g-spot. He vocalised each time Luster lodged himself inside, panting like a whore with falsetto gasps and moans, his pleasured song joining the sounds of slapping hips and heavy balls smacking against his cheeks. It was no surprise that his body seemed to welcome the cock in reaction. His bowels parted and hugged around the intruder, reshaping themselves to make a perfect fit in spite of his lover’s immense size. Malaa had never reached such a height of ecstasy, but Luster seemed intent on making him go even higher.

In the midst of his grunts and pounding, Luster’s curved horn sparked with blue light. Malaa was too consumed by his own euphoria to notice, and was startled when his own dripping black cock was enveloped beneath him...

“Ahh, fuck!” Malaa cried as he was stimulated from both ends. As Luster continued his rhythmic, ceaseless pounding of the zebra’s taut hole, the striped buttocks rippling with every collision of his hips, Malaa’s cock hummed with a magical aura that exponentially increased his pleasure. His forelegs gave out, and soon he was being fucked into the dirt. Luster felt the velveteen canal spasm and twitch around him, just as the cock held in his magic pulsated and throbbed with the clenching of Malaa’s engorged black nuts.

Beneath him, Malaa tensed, his hole clenching around his still jackhammering organ, the blunt force of his enlarged shaft still battering his prostate. Malaa’s black member swelled and flared before firing generous ropes of cum from his tip, sowing his seed into the moist ground beside the spring as it smacked against his belly in time with Luster’s unrelenting thrusts. The zebra’s whimpers went heard by the unicorn’s ears. Luster himself felt close but not close enough, continuing to plow intoMalaa with his firm gyrations.

“L-Luster,” Malaa whimpered, his half erect cock oozing once more with pre as it throbbed quickly back to a state of hardness, the potion working its exotic magic.

A silent gasp escaped the zebra’s throat as he climaxed again, a few more thick droplets dribbling from the indented urethra of his recently spent cock, the stress against his prostate too much. The spasms provoked by the zebra’s second climax were enough to encourage the unicorn’s stallionhood to swell and his thrusts to quicken to a desperate, pleasure-chasing high. The hole pushed around him in strange patterns, trying to milk his rod of every impending drop. Throwing his head back, the unicorn plunged balls deep into the zebra’s wiggling hips, which rose to meet him; grinding against his hips and dick with eager abandon.

The hole gripped him like a vice, managing to hold tight as each cannon-like shot of spunk was unloaded into the deepest part of the zebra’s bowels. His melon-sized gonads flexed in time with his cock’s ripples, flooding the zebra’s thoroughly abused ass. If the unicorn’s mind wasn’t white with bliss, he would have been surprised by the alchemist’s twitching hole, as a third and final orgasm pierced the striped stallion to his very core.

With a lusty growl, Luster wrenched himself free, a final few spurts of cum staining Malaa’s back before he rolled off the zebra to fall to his back, his cock finally going soft. Malaa remained frozen, gradually defrosting and falling at a glacial pace to his belly. His ass gaped, squeezing, trying to regain its original shape as the immense pressure of a gut full of cum left the excess to flood out of his used hole to trickle down his taint and emptied sack.

Luster, panting, finally felt a measure of relief. Some of the aching pressure in his balls was alleviated, and the constant burning in his loins had seemed to recedesomewhat. He could rest. For now. After a short while, Malaa crawled over to the unicorn, pressing his cheek to his barrel; a contented sigh leaving his lips.

“This isn’t how I pictured our first time,” Malaa remarked, nuzzling into his lover’s chest.

“What did you picture?” Luster said, his breaths shallow, as he instinctively wrapped his hooves around the zebra.

“Something in a warm bed. Candles. Incense and kisses. Maybe a little more tenderness on your part,” he ended sheepishly, with a tired, wry smile.

“I thought you were expecting me to be… rough,”

“Perhaps… with time,” he chuckled. “If my system wasn’t full of the potion right now, I think I would be choking you for the morning I’m going to have instead of cuddling with you as I am now.”

Luster let out a nervous titter, reminding himself to be on guard just in case. “Sorry. But hey, at least you were somewhat prepared on that front.”

“True… true...” Malaa sighed, rubbing his dirtied cheek into the pony. “Remind me not to get you so horny next time.”

“And lessen the fun?” Luster quipped, hugging him tighter...

They spent a moment sharing the afterglow with one another. The hug, left Luster and his companion sweating in the sweltering midday heat, but they didn’t abandon it. It was a closeness and intimacy that was long overdue, neither desiring to unhook from each other. Eventually, however, the reality of the situation crept up on Luster, a familiar ache building in his loins. “So… I’m going to be horny all week?”

“Insatiably so. For five days, give or take,” Malaa answered, looking up at him. “Your libido will plateau, but the surges will keep coming at a constant until it’s entirely out of your system.”

Luster grimaced. “I don’t like the sound of that,” he replied. His balls but a moment ago were depleted but they already felt worryingly full again.

Malaa brows met. “Why not? Don’t like the idea of waking up with my lips wrapped around you? Or your hips meeting my ass in the afternoon? Or is the thought of me riding you to sleep in the evening so off-putting?”

Luster’s grimace turned into a wry smile. “Don’t get me hard again.”

“Very well. Let’s get cleaned up then,” he gave a toothy grin, rolling his shoulders as he unwrapped from Luster’s hooves. He ached, but not cripplingly so.

Luster arose with him, acutely away of how slimy and full of grime he was now. His coat was patched in places with dirt from fucking on water bank, his thighs and soft, hanging cock glazed still with semen. He could feel clumps of dirt entangled in his ivory mane. A cursory glance to Malaa revealed a stallion who was much worse off, covered in most places with new, off-white stripes of cum, in others, dirt, primarily on his face and chest. Luster offered the waters a pensive look. “Are you sure we should clean up here? Our… mess, might make its way downstream...” he asked cautiously.

Malaa had already stepped into the clear pool. “I suspect we’ll have a great harvest this season if your seed is as fertile as I believe,” he said with a simper, letting out a giggle at Luster’s blushing face. “It will be fine, really. Besides, we need to get clean before we show our faces back in the village. While I’m liable to flirt, I don’t much savour the idea of parading myself like this to everyone there.”

“Right,” Luster concurred, wading into the waters beside him. He glanced at the zebra. “Do you need me to wash your back?”

Malaa smirked, biting his lip. “Did you change your mind about getting yourself hard again?”

Luster kept a straight face, glancing to the mess of white slime on the zebra’s back before looking at his half-lidded irises, smiling awkwardly. “Maybe...”