Great Days

Chapters

1. Island Life For Me!
2. Just Getting Started
3. Challengers Approaching
4. Sweating in the Sand
5. The Knock up
6. Getting Around

1. Island Life For Me!

With a tired sigh, Dusk set his hand luggage down on the hot stone of the port, raising his hand to block the sun as he stared up at the large, expensive resort. The lush, white buildings scored with blue-glass windows stood out beautifully against the greens of the palm trees and grass all around it. All around him, he could hear the humdrum of the resort, from the excited nattering of his friends behind him, to the sounds of boat horns, to the seagulls squawking and screeching above him. The beautiful sun beamed on him brought a comfortable sweat, as strange as that was, to his body.

He rolled his shoulders, his white shirt shifting over his nubile body as he did so, before he was violently clapped on the back by a certain azure pegasus. The sport-fanatic was dressed in a pair of black, tight-fitting sports shorts that did a good job of mapping her wide hips and noticeable rear, with a lycra shirt thrown over her athletic torso. A baseball cap, slanted sideways and not having been noticed due to her excitement, was placed on her head, and her eyes were alight with joy.

"Bruh, you as eager as I am to check out the gym in this place?" Rainbow beamed, bouncing from foot to foot as she grinned eagerly at the resort.

"Rainbow, I think I'm less eager to keep breathing than you are to check out the gym," Dusk blinked blankly, noting how the flat-chested pegasus was practically trembling with excitement.

"I did a fuckload of research before we agreed to come here about the beach, and apparently they've got like three miles of just uninterrupted Saddle Arabian-imported sand," she smiled, balling up her fingers and shadow-boxing for a brief moment.

"That make much of a difference?" Dusk asked flatly.

"Duh. Saddle Arabian sand is classified as silk-soft sand, meaning that it doesn't clump up or clot together as much as other types of sand does," she began, counting off on her fingers as she spoke. "If it doesn't clump up, there's less resistance when running on it because it's got more give to it, making it work more muscles due to how much the body has to compensate for the lack of support, meaning that you're getting both a lower-leg work out as well as cardio exercise on-"

"Now, now, darling, we don't want to tire the poor thing out before we've even got in the doorway," Rarity said in a low, playful tone, placing a gentle finger across Rainbow's chattering maw as she walked past her.

The purple-maned mare swayed past the two of them, Rainbow's eyes glaring angrily at the back of Rarity's head, while Dusk couldn't keep his gaze away from how well wrapped her enormous backside was in a pair of cocaine-white jeans. A purple summer shirt covered the exotic beauty's bouncing breasts, a pair of sunglasses rested on her muzzle, and a wide-brimmed sunhat kept the boiling heat off her face.

"Did you know this place actually won an award for spa services last year?" she recounted, placing her hands on her wide, cocked hips and looking over her shoulder, noticing Dusk staring longingly at her drool-inducing backside. "My dear, try not to stare too long, you'll strain your eyes."

"Sorry," Dusk smirked, crossing his arms over his chest and looking back up at her face. "Those jeans aren't exactly the most subtle thing in existence."

"Why d'you think I bought them?" she winked over lowered sunglasses, giving her ass a gentle shake for the amusement of the purple femboy behind her. "And if you're already this enraptured with me, just wait until I get the bikini bottoms out."

"I'd much rather see you get the bikini bottoms off, to be fair," Dusk purred at the thought.

"Ah, so scandalous!" Rarity cried in faux-shock, placing a hand over her mouth. "Such promiscuity is far beyond my character, my dear!"

With a roll of his eyes, Dusk watched Rarity saunter forwards once again, his attention then being gained by the pink, vibrating being that practically slid into his peripheral vision. As big and bouncy as always, the pudgy Pinkie Pie, already dressed for the occasion, wearing her frilled swimsuit and already having a large duck flotation ring around her... that she definitely didn't have with her when they got on the boat.

"Dusk..." she whispered.

"Pinkie..." he whispered back.

"Dusk," she repeated slightly louder.

"Pinkie?" he queried, matching her volume.

"Dusk!" she hollered directly into his ear, her foghorn voice sounding like a bomb going off right next to his head.

"Pinkie!" he yelled in response, hurting his throat as he did so.

"Yikes, you don't have to shout, y'know, I'm standing right here," she cringed, rubbing her 'sore' ears as she spoke. "But d'you know what they've got here? Guess! Go on, guess!"

"No," he sighed.

"Guess," she repeated happily.

"No," he stated firmly.

"Guess," Pinkie growled, her voice dropping about three octaves as her eyes widened in fury.

"Alright, jeez, I'll guess," he sighed. "A fax machine that prints rabbits' feet?"

"Awww... you weren't supposed to guess on the first try," she pouted, her ears flattening against her head.

"That's because-" Dusk began, eyes narrowing when he realised exactly what she just said. "Wait, are you serious-"

"I gotta get me some feet before they run out at the feet store!" Pinkie exclaimed, sprinting away whilst holding onto her duck ring that let out a loud, almost pained quack, as she ran away.

Dusk stood there in complete silence for a brief moment, mind trying to put together exactly what just happened, before a loud sigh came from beside him. His eyes slid over in that direction, noting the familiar blonde and orange colouring of the gang's farm girl. Dressed in her usual black undershirt, red flannel, and deep blue jeans, it did nothing to hide Applejack's voluptuous figure or, thankfully, her iron-hard muscle, trained from years of work on the farm.

"Where did she get the duck, AJ?" Dusk asked.

"I'm more concerned with how the thing makes noise," she sighed, shaking her head as she readjusted her stetson.

Dusk's eyes glanced down to AJ's chest, noticing a gold and blue ribbon with the words 'number one' written on it that he had no memory of her acquiring on the trip.

"Where... where did you get that from?" he asked her.

"Ass contest," she shrugged, clearly paying it no mind.

"Sorry, a what?" he demanded.

"Ass contest," she repeated with a shrug. "Rarity n'I got a little drunk at the bar, DJ asked any girls with an ass to be proud of to submit to judging, and I came out on top of all the others."

Dusk blinked quietly once again, staring down at the appropriate apple-bottom ass AJ possessed that also had a ribbon on it.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," Dusk sighed. "So, what're you dying to see while we're here?"

"Agricultural centre on the southside of the island," Applejack responded, putting her hands in her jean pockets and looking over to the south. "Supposedly they got some kinda... miracle grow? Whatever they called it, something that can double or, if you're lucky, triple a harvest if you treat your crops with the stuff. Was thinkin' of looking into it."

"You wanna learn if it's real or not?" Dusk asked.

"Eeyup, and if it is, Imma ask you to help me steal it," she winked.

"Excuse me?" Dusk snorted.

"Well, maybe 'steal' ain't the right word," she chuckled, scratching the underside of her nose as she smirked at Dusk. "Perhaps... 'appropriate the formula' or what have you's a better way to say it."

"You've come all the way out here to engage and attempt to allure me into corporate espionage?" Dusk asked.

"You're makin' it sound so... sterile, Dusky," she smirked, slapping him gently on shoulder. "And besides, I'm just yankin' your chain, anyhow. They sell the stuff in boxes to anyone that wants it."

"You nearly gave me a heart attack, you know that?" Dusk growled.

"That's a chance from usual," she smirked. "Most times I have to bend over for you to get that to happen."

"Get out of my sight, you little terrorist," Dusk chuckled playfully, slapping AJ on the rear and getting a playful whinny out of the farmgirl before she headed off to talk to the others.

Dusk looked around for a moment, noticing the specific lack of yellow fur, a pink mane, and enormous breasts tucked tightly inside a sweater vest. His eyes scanned the horizon, behind him, and back on the boat, before he turned around to the rest of the gang.

"Anyone seen Flutters?" he asked.

"Not since she snapped her bra string tryna get the thing on in the cabin this mornin'," AJ called back.

"She did that again?" Dusk asked, his tone initially surprised before catching himself. "No, of course she did that again. Remember who you're talking about here, Dusk."

"Last I saw her, she was below deck in the aquarium," Rarity answered, reapplying a layer of gloss to her plump lips. "I think she was reading a bunch of kids the riot act for banging on the glass and terrorising the fish."

"So those kids are more than likely dead?" Dusk asked.

"Hopefully," Rainbow scoffed.

"Alright, looks like I'm gonna go save them from their aggressive university lecture," he sighed, rolling his eyes as he turned around and headed back onto the cruise ship.

He retraced his steps, using his keen navigational abilities to get back to the elevator, then down and across through the lunch hall, down two flights of stairs on the iron staircase, and then across the floor again to get to the aquarium. He entered the blue-lit room and locked onto his target immediately, spotting Fluttershy standing next to a group of children, a mix of Griffons, ponies, and felines, with a stern look on her face and a dramatically-wagging finger.

With a heavy sigh, Dusk wandered over to the group with a smirk on his face just in time to catch the wrap up to the speech.

"-and not only that, but these are Yakyakistani river gills, who have to be kept in cold water at all times. If they get startled, it causes their hearts to beat much faster than they're supposed to, which can lead to a heart attack. Would you scare your grandmother and give her a heart attack purposefully?" she asked.

"No, Ms Fluttershy," the children answered in unison.

"Then you shouldn't do it to anyone else. Just because they're not your grandmother or someone you know, doesn't mean you should be mean to other animals," Fluttershy continued. "You wouldn't like it if a dragon came over and started banging on the window to your house, would you?"

"No, Ms Fluttershy," came the response.

"Good. Now all of you think about what you learned here and run along back to your parents," she said, standing up straight and joining her hands at her waist, beaming widely. "And remember to be kind to all, and all will be kind to you."

With that, they scuttled along in their little huddle, leaving Fluttershy standing there by herself, not having noticed Dusk just yet. Before he said or did anything, he watched Fluttershy gently fist-pump to her own achievement followed by a proud, contented little sigh of achievement as she continued to smile.

"Well," Dusk chuckled, nearly making Fluttershy jump out of her skin in fright. "That's the most adorable thing I've seen you do for a while, and that's really saying something."

"Ah, Dusk!" she exclaimed in fright, clapping her hands to her enormous chest. "Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I walked in through the door, Flutters," Dusk smiled, crossing his arms as he looked at her. "It's not my fault you were too engrossed in changing the youth of the nation."

"Well... they needed to be told," she responded, clearing her throat to try and hide the slight embarrassment in her voice. "Sometimes people do bad things because they don't know how bad they are, and all you need to do is set them straight."

"That's a very brave thing for someone to do, Flutters," he nodded. "Especially you. Mind if I ask what the little celebratory dance was about?"

"It was not a dan-" she began, hands curled up and blush ever-stronger before she caught herself. "It's a small psychological exercise Iron Will taught me a while ago. When you step out of your comfort zone and accomplish something difficult, you have to congratulate yourself and feel genuine pride so you can wire your brain to allow you to do it more often."

"Iron Will's advice, huh?" Dusk smiled. "I thought you stopped following that after the 'incident' last time?"

"Well... I stopped following it down to a T," she coughed. "Some of it was still useful, even if all of it lead to... well... that."

"Eh, not all of it was bad," he shrugged. "I really liked the way you fucked when you were in your uber-dom phase."

The squeal of horror and embarrassment Fluttershy let out brought an even wider smile to Dusk's soft features.

"No, no, no, no!" she squeaked, cheeks as red as a tomato as she shook her head. "That was very bad, and mean, and something I don't ever want to repeat! A mean Fluttershy is a bad Fluttershy, and I don't wanna be either again!"

"If you don't want to, that's fine," Dusk chuckled. "But d'you think I could convince you to maybe bust the boots out every once in a while?"

"I..." she began, trailing off as the embarrassment hit her again. "I'll think about it... if it makes you happy..."

"Atta girl," Dusk smiled before thumbing over his shoulder at the exit. "We docked a while back and are ready to go check in. You wanna tag along?"

"Goodness, we're here already?" she exclaimed. "I must've lost track of time when telling those kids not to terrorise the animals."

"That's not surprising in the slightest," he chuckled. "Come on, sugar-tits, let's get going."

"Dusk..." Fluttershy squirmed. "I thought I asked you not to call me that in public?"

"Sorry, my bad," he nodded, gesturing for her to lead the way. "Let's get going."

The two of them headed back up the the deck and disembarked a second time, Dusk picking up his luggage and addressing the other four lovely ladies standing around waiting for you.

"Ah, there's the man of the hour," Rarity beamed, flicking a strand of her thick, purple mane over her shoulder as she turned to face Dusk.

"Am I in trouble?" he asked.

"Depends on how you answer the next question," Rarity shrugged. "Who are you planning on bunking with?"

"All of you, obviously," Dusk shrugged as they made their way to the reception.

"No, not 'fucking', moron, who are you sharing a room with?" Rainbow asked with a roll of her eyes.

"Uh, nobody, last I checked," Dusk blinked in confusion. "We're all in separate rooms with proper accommodations."

"So you're telling me you don't like me anymore?" Pinkie, who had suddenly reappeared again, pouted.

"No, of course I like all of you," Dusk smirked. "It's just that I figured it'd be better if I didn't play favourites by bunking with any of you, and if we found someone at the resort we wanted to whisk back to our rooms, we wouldn't have to worry about disturbing somebody else."

The girls all looked amongst each other for a brief moment before turning into a chorus of agreeing nods and amicable statements.

"You're a smart'n after all, ain't ya, Dusk?" Applejack grinned. "I knew there was a reason we liked you other than how good you fuck."

"I'm glad to have such a high standing in this social circle," Dusk glowered. "Really, I am."

"Oh, hush, you," Rarity smirked, affectionately petting Dusk on the head. "We appreciate you for a multitude of other things, darling."

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like the fact you're such a true and honest gentleman that you'll carry all of our luggage in while we go hit up the rooms," Rainbow smirked, bolting away at high speeds before the others, being the opportunistic harpies they were, followed suit... all except for Rarity.

Dusk sighed in annoyance, glancing back at all of the bags littered behind them, then back at Rarity as she checked her well-maintained nails.

"You staying to carry your own stuff?" he asked with a gentle smile.

"Oh, fuck no," she cackled. "I'm just not spraining my ankle trying to run in these heels."

"Right, fair enough," he nodded, snapping his fingers and levitating all of the bags off the ground with a simple spell, before picking up Rarity's by hand. "Guess I'll simp properly and carry m'lady's bags by hand."

"Aw, what a good little boy," Rarity smiled, gently kissing Dusk on the lips before squeezing his cheeks playfully. "This is why I let you cum in my ass."

"Truly I am blessed," he said with a roll of his glowing eyes. "Right, let's go and throw all this stuff in the garbage."

"Except mine?" Rarity asked.

"Are you gonna let me cum in your ass?"

"Of course."

"Then yes, except yours," he nodded, heading inside the hotel to get booked in and ready for the rest and relaxation he was due to experience...

Before the rest of the crew got horny enough to maul him for sex within two hours of arriving at the place, which was how any of their trips away to anywhere went a good one hundred percent of the time.

Some would say he was blessed to have five beauties as desperate for his cock as they all were.

He said he wished they'd just let him rest before they started passing him around again.

2. Just Getting Started

"Be careful with that, will you?" Rarity asked in a stern manner, watching as Dusk set down her luggage with less than a graceful hand.

The stallion straightened his back, groaning in pain at the strain having been put on his spine from carrying that thing from the outside and all the way to the room, elevator or not.

"Any specific reason this thing is so heavy?" Dusk asked through gritted teeth, rubbing circles on his sore back to try and alleviate some of the pain.

"Essentials," Rarity shrugged, looking around the room.

The place was colour matched with the rest of the hotel: a pristine white with blue highlights dotted around the place. It had everything you could want in a hotel, from a fridge, to a microwave, to a large, soft bed, and a shower with more than enough space for two or more people.

Rarity put her hands on her broad, full hips, nodding in appreciation as she smiled at the lovely state of her accommodations.

"Right," she said, taking off her hat and sunglasses before gently casting them aside. "Pants off, big boy. You're mine for the next hour or so."

"You that eager to get going already?" Dusk chuckled, crossing his arms as he smirked at the purple-maned unicorn.

"You haven't fucked me since we got on that boat a week ago, and nobody else on our lovely voyage caught my attention," Rarity shrugged, going through a few warm-up stretches as she prepped herself for a rough ride. "Not only that, but I did promise the good boy a reward for carrying my luggage here."

"Yeah, I suppose lugging your box of rocks around is worth a prize or two," Dusk smirked, walking over to Rarity and placing a hand on her hip, pulling her close and kissing her soft, full lips.

The white-coated mare moaned as he slipped his tongue into her maw, followed by a grateful and playful purr as the stallion's hands found their way to her enormous rear. Rarity purred onto Dusk's tongue as his fingers sunk into her tightly-wrapped flesh, the material of her jeans offering no defence against her partner's hungry grasping. The purple stallion lead them over to the wall, pinning Rarity's wide, curvaceous frame against it as his tongue continued to assault hers.

"Fuck, you taste good," Dusk moaned, briefly breaking away from the gorgeous little whore as she grinded her thigh against his crotch.

"Part and parcel of being perfect, darling. Everything from my ass, to my pussy, to my mouth is divine," Rarity winked, aggressively undoing the faux-leather belt keeping Dusk's pants up as she spoke. "And speaking of those three things, I need this fat cock in at least one of them right now."

"No patience, my dear?" Dusk asked, watching Rarity tear at his clothing with hunger in her beautiful eyes.

"Oh ho, I did my waiting on that boat trip of ours," she growled playfully, finally tearing down Dusk's expensive boxers, the same ones she'd bought him for his last birthday, and allowing his cock to spring free.

The heat and the excitement of their vacation location and their brief time together had Dusk's cock doing two things: being extremely hard and extremely sweaty. The thick, heated musk of his enormous horsecock hit Rarity in the face almost as hard as his dick itself did as it rocketed free.

Fifteen inches of thick, throbbing meat, coated in sweat and musk, slapping firmly against Rarity's ice-white cheek before she gently rolled it onto her nose. Dusk bit down on his bottom lip, feeling his cock throb with want and desperation as he stared down at Rarity. She wanted it just as much as he did, that much was obvious. Her hand gently stroked his sweaty cock, fingers dancing up the foot-and-then-some bludgeon, from base to tip, with trained expertise.

"Have I ever told you I love you?" Rarity asked, gently kissing the side of his purple shaft and leaving a darker-purple lipstick print on it. "Have I ever told you that I want to marry you, have your babies, and be your one and only until the day we die?"

"Only whenever you get really horny and don't want to share me with anyone else for a few weeks," Dusk shrugged, watching Rarity slather his cock with more than a few affectionate kisses. "Though I do agree."

"You love me too?" she asked, batting her slender eyelashes.

"I really want to get you pregnant," Dusk groaned, his playful and halfway-decent demeanour slipping away and revealing the beast of lust beneath the surface.

"I've already told you, sweetie," Rarity shrugged. "I have no time for foals and foolishness. Ask me again when I'm forty."

She planted a long, wet kiss on the blunt tip of his pulsating shaft, feeling the heat of his cock radiating into her plump lips as she did so. Her hands toyed and stroked with the base of his cock, feeling his powerful heart beating with the odd excited, calm pace it took on whenever they were intimate together.

"Suck it, Rarity," Dusk mumbled through gritted teeth. "I feel like I'm going to explode here."

"Isn't that the goal?" she teased with a wink.

"I will rape your mouth and drown you in cum if you don't start sucking," Dusk stated bluntly.

"Mnf, don't threaten me with a good time, darling," Rarity beamed, her heart thumping louder over the excitement of that particular fantasy. "But... you have been such a good boy for me..."

Rarity parted her plump lips and slid the first few inches of Dusk's mighty cock into her maw. He hissed loudly, shivers running from the tip of his cock to the base of his feet as the heat of Rarity's mouth rushed up his length.

"Fuuuuck..." Dusk moaned, his hand gently ruffling Rarity's beautiful mane as she continued to swallow more and more of him.

Rarity sucked at the just the right angle, her touch turning Dusk's gentle grasp of her mane to a closed-fisted grip, the marshmallow mare giggling onto his prick in a smug manner.

"Am I breaking you already, sweetie?" she asked arrogantly.

"Not yet..." Dusk groaned, placing both hands on the back of Rarity's head and bucking his hips forward. "But I'm gonna break you after that."

Rarity went slack in his grip, content to place her hands on the floor between her thick, trembling thighs and lean into her stallion's eager pounding. Mouth full to the brim and dripping, spit pooled around her hands as the rapturous sensation of Dusk's vicious fucking of her sweet, talented little throat became too much to bear.

She silently thanked her lineage, praising the fact she'd been born a horse and thus allowed to enjoy horsecock. Had she been stuck in the frail little body of a deer or a cat, she'd have split at the seams from Dusk getting his mighty length barely halfway into her mouth, but their bodies were strong. A race designed to give and take it as big as it came, so she was more than ready for this.

She watched Dusk grit his teeth as his balls, slicked with spit, slapped against her chin. They were full and heavy, having at least a full day's worth of rest from fucking the soul out of their little group, so she was sure he'd be extra potent just for her. Her eyes locked onto his smooth, sexy features, watching him bite a plump lip and tense his jaw. His features, though soft and feminine, displayed a look of masculine control and ownership over the seamstress currently stitching an orgasmic sensation into his soul.

No matter how effeminate and girly Dusk appeared, he was an alpha in his heart and in his pants. His breeder instincts had been awoken by possessing such a varied harem as the mares he'd brought with him, and he wasn't shy of letting them know about it. The surprise of being thrown up against a wall and almost bred three times over by the girlish bookworm was as beautiful a sensation as it was a pleasurable one for Rarity the first time it had happened, and it was a sensation she was eager to relive with the beautiful stallion.

It had been many years and many lays since she'd first been pounded into the foundations of her own store by the purple-maned monster Dusk kept in his boxers, and she'd considered herself one of the luckiest mares on the planet since that day. She winked playfully at him, knowing her slutty display was only going to make the stallion fuck that slutty mouth of hers harder and faster. Chances are she was going to walk away from this with a dislocated jaw and a bruised chin, but all of that came second to the satisfaction of bringing out the beast the demure little stallion kept locked away inside him.

The sound of him viciously raping her gullet kicked off the walls at this point, and even through the pleasure she could feel the strain. He was unbelievably big, carrying a third leg in his pants that was huge even for a stallion. Touching tips with sixteen inches and being as thick as her forearm strained the talents of even a blowjob queen like Rarity, a cock-guzzling whore of a mare that could put away any cock she'd ever sucked easier than putting her socks back in her drawer.

But that was why she adored him. He adored her, pleasured her, but most importantly, he tested her. She had to be worthy of his cock, her body needing to be strong enough to handle it and her skill needing to be plentiful enough to tame such a monstrous beast. All the other mares Dusk had fucked the hind legs off of and had come back for seconds were a rare breed of mare, and it was something that made Rarity feel privileged, something that tickled the arrogance she often tried to keep locked away.

Her ability to properly serve a cock as mighty as this one told her she was beyond special, and truly an astounding stock. The way Dusk could use her like a fleshlight, the way her lips could press and lock on that thick, throbbing cock in just the right way. The fact her tight little pussy was able to take such a vicious pounding almost every time the two of them were in the room together made her head spin, not just from the world-warping pleasure such a behemoth of a cock could produce, but from the pride and ego boost being able to survive such an assault brought her.

She pressed her hands into his thick, girlish thighs, massaging and toying with the taut, strained muscles as Dusk bent his legs, arching them and his hips at the perfect angle to ravage Rarity's raw gullet as deep and as fast as he could. She could hear the change in his breathing, see under the tight shirt he wore that his soft muscle had hardened, tensed in such a way that signalled to her he was nearing his limit.

She'd sucked it so many times, ridden it for so many hours, and taken his loads as often as the rains came in the spring, so she knew every tick, twitch, and spasm Dusk would experience on his road to orgasm. She knew he often caused himself pain tensing his torso the way he was doing right now, and it was something he'd try to alleviate with a shoulder roll that almost never worked.

Had her throat not been so full of cock that her head was locked in place, she'd have shaken it and giggled as he did just that not a moment after she expected. Her eyes fluttered backwards once again, hearing the sound of Dusk's drenched balls slapping off her chin, the hypnotising sound of her own strained, nearly-suffocated gasps around his thick cock as he continued to ram it in and out of her gullet. It was too much for her body to take. She could tell already she'd soaked through one of her favourite pairs of underwear, knowing full well she was going to have to throw them aside after showering until she found the laundromat area in the hotel.

And speaking of showering, the shuddering twitch that ran down from the top of Dusk's spine to his own voluptuous backside told her she was about to get a hot, wet, and plentiful shower of a different kind from her sweating lover. Dusk gritted his teeth at an almost painful level of pressure, eyes screwing shut as his thrusting speed increased more and more, steadily approaching the overflowing orgasm he'd become famous for in their group of friends.

Rarity's heart thundered excitedly, squeezing and massaging Dusk's thighs as she felt pre spurt down her throat, teasing her with the taste of the thick, heaving cum that was about to threaten her life as it poured into her insides and filled her up like a cheap wineskin. Her body trembled from the tip of her horn to the tops of her toes, ready and eager to accept Dusk's seemingly-unending load as a reward for a job well done. The timer was ticking away, and judging from How Dusk had curled his toes in his shoes and had spread his fingers across her scalp, she estimated that sweet, sweet cum shower was about to arrive in three, two...

Boom.

Like receiving a punch to the back of the throat, Dusk's divine cock fired the first, glue-thick stream of fuckmuck down Rarity's gullet, splashing and pooling in her gut within a matter of seconds. Her eyes shot back and her pants soaked ever further as she came from the sensation, a conditioned mind and overdose of excitement having pulled her hair trigger, a well-trained whore responding in kind to being given such a delicious treat all for herself.

"Drink it..." he groaned, his head lolled back in an almost pained fashion. "Very fucking drop..."

Who was she to disobey such a perfect order? Rarity did everything she needed to, keeping an almost vacuum-seal on Dusk's throbbing cock with her painted lips, feeling his cock expand and pulse with each jet of cum he fired into her gullet.

She could hear herself sloshing and gurgling as quickly as she could feel her tight, toned abdomen expanding, stretching and bloating as litre after litre of thick, boiling cum was sprayed into her mouth with all the pressure and power of a fire hydrant. Her own orgasm rode her through Dusk's, the two almost stopping in tandem as Dusk's bloated, pregnant-looking marshmallow whore finally pulled herself off his cock, dropping back down onto her fat, sweat-slicked ass as she looked up at him.

Dusk was exhausted, covered in sweat and swaying on his feet as he looked down at Rarity. The beautiful mare rubbed her full, sloshing stomach in a tired, delirious state. Cum spilled from over her lips and down onto her tits, slopping loudly as it did so, as if someone had spilled a bowl of porridge onto a tiled floor. Rarity clearly wasn't going anywhere for a while, not until that load had worked itself through her system and standing didn't bring the risk of damaging a disc in her back.

Dusk dropped to his knees and affectionately kissed her stomach, feeling the heat of his own cum radiating through Rarity's taut skin, before getting back to his feet, watching Rarity rub her cunt through her clothing to ride off the high of orgasm. The stallion chuckled quietly to himself, wiping his cock on the sheets of the bed across the room and tucking it away, feeling his rational mind return to him after cumming the evil horny thoughts out into his beautiful slut.

"I'm gonna go see how the other girls are doing," he sighed through a dried, parched throat. "You stay here and sleep it off, alright?"

Rarity moaned through a mouthful of cum.

"Whatever you say, sugar," Dusk nodded firmly, heading towards the door.

3. Challengers Approaching

With a stretch and a yawn, Dusk headed out of his room and scanned the hallways. Blowing fat loads into one of his favourite mares always took the wind out of his sails for a good few hours, so he was planning on taking it easy for a while. The sound of the hotel was vibrant and pleasant, from island music being played over speakers, to the sounds of gentle conversation, the pinging of elevators, and the usual hub-bub of vacationing, Dusk was beginning to feel relaxed already.

First things first, however, was familiarising himself with the resort, it's facilities, and it's layout. A little bit of reconnaissance was always appreciated in a new location, and Dusk planned to get to know the place well. More than likely he'd end up getting dragged off to multiple places by the rest of the gang, so he wanted to know what he was getting himself into before then. Sure, he knew about the facilities the place held, but a tourist brochure and a few cherry-picked photos was a world away from a practical examination.

And since he'd recently finished a practical examination of Rarity's throat, he was in the mood for several more of another kind. As he made his way through the halls, he was waved to and greeted by the hotel staff and fellow vacationers, a mix of cute boys and girls from all kinds of different races. Everything from zebra, to felines, to griffons, and even several changelings were all dressed up in summer gear and ready to get their relaxation on.

Heading down the hall and stopping in front of the elevator, Dusk stuffed a hand in the pocket of his shorts and executed the culturally-universal manoeuvre for calling the elevator: violently fingerblasting the living shit out of the button until the doors were fully open. Just as they began to slide to that aforementioned open position, a shout from down the corridor caught his attention.

Unsure of whether or not they were calling for him, he turned his head while walking forward, trying to see who it was, only to smash headfirst into a smaller, much faster-moving vacationer. After nearly impaling each other with an impromptu horn jousting session and causing whoever it was to drop what they were carrying to the floor, Dusk dropped to assist in picking it up, only to notice an extremely familiar form.

"Starlight?" he asked in a shocked tone, gathering up their bundle of towels, sunscreen, and bottle of water.

"Dusk?" the lilac-coloured cutie asked, dipping down the rims of the black sunglasses she wore to get a better look at him. "You're the last person I'd expect to run into here."

"Why's that?" Dusk questioned as they climbed back to their feet, the taller stallion handing the mare her belongings. "World's too big to make it feel realistic?"

"No, because you're the most boring person in existence and I thought the concept of vacationing at a sex resort would give you the gout," she answered, adjusting her glasses back onto her nose properly and cocking her head. Her mane shifted and bounced from the gesture, framing her gorgeous face as she placed a hand on a wide hip.

"You always know just the right thing to say, Starlight," Dusk sighed with a roll of his eyes.

"I'm many things, Dusk," she shrugged. "A liar's not one of them."

"Yeah, okay," he scoffed. "Anyway, what the hell are you doing here, anyway? Last I heard, you and Sunburst were settling down in Manehattan for a while."

"We did, Dusk," Starlight answered with a short sigh. "About a year and a half ago. We moved back to Canterlot since then... and a certain somebody insisted we take a family vacation together..."

"That doesn't sound like something Sunburst would suggest," Dusk pointed out with a sideways glance.

"Because it wasn't," Starlight sighed.

"Then who else would-" Dusk began, only to be cut off by a loud sigh of relief almost directly behind him.

"Making friends, are we?" the voice asked, Dusk turning around to spot the always-lovely Stellar Flare standing behind him.

The buxom mare was certainly dressed for the occasion, clad in a shockingly-revealing bikini, with her lower half barely hidden by an almost-entirely transparent sarong. The well-aged mare's gorgeous figure was on display for the whole world, her motherly beauty almost drowning Dusk instantly as her stared at her titanic bust, slender waist, broad hips, and thick backside.

"Do remember to blink, boy, or else you'll hurt your eyes," Stellar said with a giggle, gently patting Dusk on the cheek.

"You do know who that is, right?" Starlight sniggered, knowing full well that Stellar was being a little too familiar with a serving royal.

Stellar looked over at Starlight in confusion, stepping back and then returning her gaze to Dusk, head inclined sideways as she looked him over once again. A sudden bolt rushed through her body, either realisation, shock, or more than likely; both, as it finally dawned on her who she was talking to.

"Oh, h-ha, Your Majesty, I am so sorry about that!" she stammered, her entire teasing demeanour melting away and being replaced with one of gaunt, rigid horror. "I didn't recognise you out of the regalia... my most sincere apologies, again!"

Dusk chuckled quietly, casting his eyes over to Starlight, the mare rolling her own in turn, before Dusk oh-so-graciously forgave the bowing mare.

"Don't worry about it, Mrs Flare," Dusk said with a chuckle. "I've never been one for the salutes and bugling, so it's not a big deal. I'm more than willing to be casual and friendly with a mare such as yourself."

The flirtatious and warm tone in his voice seemingly reignited the fire in Stellar's personality, a sultry gaze and a playful grin blossoming onto her beautiful features as she looked back up at Dusk.

"Well, so long as there's no hard feelings, I'm more than interested in being as friendly as possible," Stellar drawled out, her tone almost vocally undressing Dusk on the spot. "Oh, and Dusk?"

"Yes?" he asked with a smirk.

"It's Ms Flare," she winked, her entire posture radiating sexual energy as she gently pressed a finger into Dusk's toned chest. "It's not a super important distinction to me, but I just want you to know where I lie with my status, so to speak..."

With that, she drifted away on her feet, waving at the stallion before turning her attention to Starlight.

"I'll see you and my darling boy down at the lunch room soon, okay? He's just getting out of the shower now," Stellar explained, gently kissing Starlight on the cheek and giving her a hug before gliding over to the elevator, casting a final, sultry look back at Dusk before the doors closed.

Starlight turned back to Dusk with a look of the purest-grade bemusement one could possibly muster, a perfect contrast to the beaming idiot's grin on Dusk's entire face.

"I take it you're gonna be having your fun with her sooner or later?" Starlight asked.

"I'm gonna fuck the hide off of that mare," he sniggered loudly, stuffing his hands in his pockets and smiling.

"Brain's already melted onto the floor, it seems," Starlight glowered.

"Not entirely," he shrugged.

"Oh yeah?" she challenged. "I beg to differ."

"How so?"

"Didn't you wanna get on that elevator?" Starlight asked, thumbing over her shoulder at the long-gone appliance.

Dusk blinked blankly for a brief moment, eyes widening in realisation while remaining completely silent.

"I figured as much," Starlight sighed, gently clapping Dusk on the shoulder as she walked past him. "Try not to trip over your dick on the way down the stairs, buddy."

"Pfff, you'd know," Dusk winked suggestively, slapping her on the ass as she went past.

"Hey now!" Starlight hissed. "Not without Sunburst's approval."

"Oh, he always approves when he sees how happy it makes you," Dusk chuckled.

"Y-You're not that good," Starlight stammered, cheeks turning as red as a tomato. "I just overact because he likes it when I'm happy."

"Yeah, okay," Dusk scoffed. "I suppose the forty minute coma you go into every time you take it from the-"

"Not in the hallway, thank you!" Starlight snapped, darting back and pressing a finger over Dusk's lips to silence him. "Nobody else needs to know about that..."

The stallion rolled his eyes, sighing from his nostrils as Starlight quickly scanned the rest of the area for anyone else's presence. Another subtle blush touched her cheeks as she lowered her voice and leaned just a tad closer to him.

"But... we're in the third room down the second hall on this floor... If you've got time at some point while we're here... I'm sure I wouldn't mind getting a little happy for him..." she confessed, steam practically rising off of her in embarrassment.

"Yeah?" Dusk challenged.

"Y-Yeah..." she stammered out.

"Good to know..." he nodded, whispering even quieter. "Oh, and Starlight?"

"Yes?" she asked.

Dusk placed both hands on her wide, full hips as he locked lips with her. His movements encountered no resistance, and neither did his wet tongue sliding into her wanting maw. She made no sound other than groaning, melting into Dusk's embrace as he had his way with her.

After several seconds of wet, desperate kissing, Dusk broke away from Starlight and took a step back, watching the panting, blushing, and profusely-sweating mare trembling in place. The throbbing in his pants was something he could keep under control, and the expression on the flustered wife's face was more than enough to amuse the horniness away.

"I hate you," she glowered at him through her desperate gaze.

"Yeah, okay," Dusk cackled, thumbing the button for the elevator again and keeping his eyes locked onto Starlight's. "You can tell your husband I'll be around to plough you for him sooner or later."

"I... you... that..." Starlight began, eyes alight with anger at the amazing levels of disrespect Dusk was displaying, but knowing full well he was doing it entirely to get a rise out of her. "Just... let us know when you're coming by, and we'll get ready, okay?"

"You know it," he said with a wink, hearing the door open behind him and withdrawing coolly back inside.

With another gentle slap of the buttons, the elevator doors closed in front of one of his many flames as Dusk waved her off. With any luck, he'd probably be able to plough through Stellar and Starlight before it was time for dinner that night... though if Stellar had wandered off elsewhere, it might take a while to run into her again.

With a brief shake of his head, he cast out the thoughts of conquest and replaced them with ones of exploration. He'd left the girls to get a heads and tails of the island, not to add another fifty names to his little black book. With that in mind, he set aside the thoughts of sex, welcomed in a new desire for a brand new adventure, and waited for the elevator doors to open-

-revealing the familiar red and yellow haze of one Sunset Shimmer.

"Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me," Dusk sighed in an exasperated tone.

"Wow, nice to see you too, asshole," Sunset snapped immediately. "You wanna spit in my mouth on the way out or is that too decent for you?"

"I thought you liked it when I did that?" Dusk asked, stepping outside the elevator and leaning against the polished marble walls of the hotel foyer.

"Not in this context," she shrugged, crossing her arms over her voluptuous chest and eyeing Dusk up and down. "So what's up with the allergic reaction to me all of a sudden?"

"Not you specifically, just a little surprised I'm running into so many friends after being here for like three minutes," Dusk explained.

"Is that 'friends' or 'fuck buddies'?" Sunset asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"You know those are the same thing for me, right?" came the response.

"Of course they are, how silly of me to forget about you and your little harem," she bemoaned.

"That's a lot of aggression towards something you're a part of," he brought up.

"Of course it is. You're surprised to be hearing a self-hatred spiel from me of all people?" Sunset asked with a dark snigger.

"Fair point," Dusk nodded. "Anyway, what the hell are you doing here, anyway?"

"Exactly the same as everyone else is," Sunset said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Sunbathing, surfing, and sexing."

"An SSS ranked endeavour indeed," Dusk chuckled.

"Actually, the fact you're here's made the last option seem even more appealing," Sunset commented. "You're one of my absolute favourite fucks, and these guys have got some pretty lax rules when it comes to PDA."

"Does that include beachfront anal?" he asked.

"You'd better hope not, or else I'm gonna be stealing you for this entire vacation," she grinned darkly.

"The other girls might have a problem with that," Dusk blinked.

"Pfff, I could put your entire slut-squad in the ground with a bag over my head," Sunset scoffed. "If push comes to shove for cock-gobbling rights, I'm ripping and tearing."

"Good to know," Dusk nodded, looking at the main desk and spotting a much more professional-looking map brochure than the paper print out he'd brought with him. "Anyway, it's great to see you again, but I've really gotta get going on my arduous recon quest. I'll talk to you later, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Sunset said, leaning forward and, with a firm grab of the back of his head, pulled the stallion down into a wet, passionate kiss that definitely got his motor running again. They broke apart with a wet click after several seconds, Sunset's eyes blazing with the flames of arousal, before she spoke again. "I'm gonna be trying on a few bikinis in my room soon. I'll send you a couple of pictures of them to see which one you like the most, alright?"

"My opinion is valid?" Dusk asked in surprise.

"Has to be every once and a while, otherwise our relationship gets a tad more illegal," she smirked. "And besides, you're gonna be raw-dogging my asshole while I'm wearing one of them, so I think it'd be nice for you to be looking at one you personally like."

"You're such a thoughtful creature, Sunset," Dusk sighed, rolling his eyes at her unending levels of tact and subtlety.

"I am a generous god," she nodded, stealing another kiss before making her own way to the elevator. "Come fuck me soon, alright? You know what happens if you don't come find me!"

"I do?" he asked.

"Oh yes," she nodded, stepping into the elevator and using her magic to flash her demon form for a split second as the doors closed. "I'll find you."

With a silent blink and a small hint of fearing for his life, Dusk sighed and headed over to the desk, gently tapping the bell on the top of the counter and waiting for a lovely assistant to arrive and hand him a map... one he would use to find the nearest port he could disappear at without leaving a trail for the sake of his own genitalia and soul.

In that order.

4. Sweating in the Sand

Outside.

Hot air.

Blazing sunlight.

Everything you could ever want on an expensive resort like this right at the tip of your fingers. Dusk adjusted his sunglasses, setting them comfortably on his nose to prevent the sun from boiling his retinas to a crisp. He glanced down at the map he held in his hands. It was a chunky piece of paper, folded out to be enormous as it detailed locations spread all across the island. It was an exaggeration to say this place had everything, but it was as close to that as you could get. Spas, gyms, theatres, water parks, theme parks, bars, restaurants, and everything inbetween dotted all over the massive compound.

Had he been a lesser stallion without as much experience inhaling massive amounts of data, he'd have been overwhelmed. But since he was a big boy with a big brain, Dusk was more than suited to figure this out. First things first: start the reconnaissance at the nearest location, make assessment, and then fan out from there. So, besides the dock, what was the closest thing to him?

A little slice of heaven known as Asmati Beach, according to that chunky map of his. There were small blurbs of text describing each location, and it painted Asmati as this white-sand, soft-sanded nirvana right next to the water front. It also mentioned the island's nudity clause didn't extend to that beach, as it was too close to the arrival port and would be in view of children and other young folk. Seeing as how he had no plans to flash the under-aged as of then, he didn't mind that as much.

If anything, it'd prevent him from getting distracted by every bouncing pair of jugs and swinging cock that wandered by. He'd probably get a lot done a lot faster if he wasn't burying his face in something's genitals every fifteen minutes. But knowing him and knowing the world around him, the chances of remaining unsexed for large stretches of time was as minimal and non-existent as his refractory period.

So, off to the beach it was then. He made his way out of the hotel's shaded entrance and down a smooth, concrete path. He admired how well-maintained the area was, lacking in any kind of litter or overgrow anywhere. The palm trees were trimmed to perfection, the grass seemed to be sheared down with trained precision, and the shining sun covered the spotless ground beneath his sandal'd feet with a beautiful warmth.

This place was a paradise, that was for sure.

The path went forwards quite a distance, going straight down to the port they'd arrived in. However, there was a wooden staircase off to the right it's own good distance down the path that would lead to the beach he was looking for. With a self-affirming nod, Dusk's slender legs carried him down the path to the wooden staircase.

The second his feet touched the sands below him, he flashed back to what Dash had said about the sand consistency. He could feel the extra effort it took with each step to move across the sand, his weight causing it to slide and move underneath him. It forced every muscle and sinew in his legs to work overtime just to keep him upright, and he felt that exertion immediately.

A short gasp of exertion escaped his lips, moving forward as best he could on the sand before getting the hang of it. He kept his eyes down on the map as he moved forwards, the beach being surprisingly empty for such an opportune hour and lovely day. He wondered if he was going out onto the beach at a time when it was closed, or if he hadn't been informed about some kind of seasonal shutdown or something.

A small glimmer of worry lit up in his stomach. He wasn't breaking any rules, was he? Surely if the place was closed, there'd be a sign or something like that, no? If it wasn't closed, what the hell else could be keeping so many people off such a lovely stretch of beach.

Thk, thk, thk

His ears perked up as he caught the faintest of sounds ahead of him, something cutting into the sand. Each noise sounded closer and closer, Dusk not even having time to look up before something blindingly fast and blindingly blue slammed its entire weight into his torso, knocking the wind out of him and sending him slamming down to the sand.

"Caught you lackin', cuz!" came the loud and proud screech from Rainbow, her hands pinning his wrists down onto the ground below them as she pressed her muzzle against his. "Too slow for me."

"Rainbow, please never do that again..." Dusk wheezed through a gritted muzzle, pain and annoyance rushing through him. "That scared me so badly I think that my testicles might have retracted."

"Fuck, I hope not," Rainbow smirked, planting her backside on his crotch as she sat up properly, crossing her arms over her torso. "Those big fuckers put the flavour in my favourite smoothie."

"As tact as always, I see," Dusk sighed, chucking his map aside on the sand and dropping his head, content to stare up at the clear blue sky.

"Hey, don't you pass out on me," Dash pouted, gently prodding him in the chest. "Stay with me, boyo."

"Then keep me with you," Dusk said, continuing to stare up at the sky.

"Okay then... how's this?" she asked coyly, using both hands to eagerly pull up the mid-riff exposing sports top she wore, exposing her pert nipples and near-non-existent breasts to the world around them.

"That..." Dusk sighed, rolling his eyes as he felt another pang of arousal hit his groin. "That works."

"Awesome," she winked, putting her chest away and quickly clambering off Dusk's crumpled body. "Now that I've got your attention... fancy training with me for a while?"

"No," came the short and curt reply from Dusk, getting to his feet and dusting himself off.

"Oh, c'mon," she pouted, her beautiful eyes narrowing into a heated glare. "You always say you don't wanna train with me and then end up having fun when you do."

"That's mostly because after you're finished abusing me with whatever psychopathic training regime you've cooked up, we fuck as a warm-down," Dusk shrugged, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his shorts.

Rainbow crossed her arms and huffed loudly, rolling her eyes before turning her attention back to her friend.

"Sometimes I only think you hang out with me for my body."

"What, and you don't do the same thing to me?" Dusk cackled, his eyebrow cocking as he spoke. "Half the time you and I spend together is with my dick in one of your holes."

"Yeah, but that's only because stallions are outnumbered six to one," Rainbow shrugged. "A hunk with a cock as fat as yours needs to be used by mares like me to fight off the vapors, you know?"

"You could just get a sex toy to do the same thing, you know?" he retorted.

"Why would I waste money on that-" Rainbow began, gently grabbing hold of Dusk's shirt and pulling him close, locking lips with her femme friend-with-benefits and sliding her tongue into his eager mouth.

She then clapped a hand to his groin, squeezing and massaging his rapidly-growing cock with a trained expertise, knowing exactly what to do to get him going.

"-when I've got this big bastard here, ready to use whenever I want?" she finished, breaking apart from him with a heavy blush on her cheeks. "So whaddaya say, handsome? I've already got my morning workout in on the sand... wanna skip straight to the warm-down?"

"Rainbow..." Dusk sighed, lowering his eyes for a brief moment before chuckling to himself. "If I ever say no to that, please kill me. Because I'm clearly already dead!"

"Alright!" Rainbow exclaimed ecstatically, throwing herself into a back-flip and landing in a low crouch, eyes wide and alight with excitement. "Let's fucking go!"

"Well, we're not gonna do it here, obviously," Dusk said with a raised finger.

"You turning chicken on me, boy?" Rainbow asked mockingly. "Since when has the mighty Dusk Shine cared about someone watching him dick his whores down?"

"Since the 'mighty' Dusk Shine doesn't wanna get kicked out of the island resort he spent a small fortune on getting him and his friends to before he's even been there for five minutes," Dusk responded in a stern tone.

"That's not the attitude you had when I watched the Zebrica soccer team run a train on you last year at the World Cup celebration," Rainbow chided.

"Hey, I was drunk off my ass on AJ's moonshine and could barely tell which way my legs were facing," Dusk pointed out.

"True, you do tend to turn into a raging homosexual whenever you get drunk," the blue-hued Pegasus giggled behind her hand.

"You're hardly one to talk," Dusk retorted. "I seem to remember finding you in bed with the entire Manehattan swim team with as much alcohol in you as the cunts of the mares you'd dare to stuff wine bottles up there."

"Hey, I'm not complaining, judging, or denying any of that," Dash smirked, rubbing her nose playfully at Dusk. "I think I enjoyed watching eleven Zebra boys pounding every hole you've got on you almost as much as you did. Probably even more, honestly. I rubbed myself raw for days after watching that."

"Shame I don't remember most of it," Dusk shrugged. "I've been told I really enjoyed that."

"Oh, I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty, you had the time of your life," Rainbow nodded with finality, clapping her hands together and gesturing to the treeline. "Since you've turned into a big, wimpy pussy after getting here, how about he duck off behind the treeline and get some noise complaints made already?"

"And if we get caught?" Dusk asked apprehensively.

"I don't remember reading a rule about not being allowed to fuck in the trees," Rainbow smirked.

"That's because you never read the resort's rules webpage," Dusk countered.

"Exactly," she winked. "So how was I supposed to know?"

Dusk was silent for a brief moment, eyeing up his lover-of-the-hour with utter disgust before turning her around by the shoulder and giving her a mighty wallop against her thick, firm, and muscular ass to get her moving.

"Oh, baby, save the bruising until you've got your cock in me, please!" she cackled. "I'm a fragile little mare, after all."

"Just shut up and get over there already," Dusk grumbled under his breath. "Before I head back to the hotel room and see what AJ's up to."

Dash, like a good and fragile little mare, hurried behind the treeline and out of sight of any passer's by. Once the two were sure they were alone and off the beach, they set on each other like a back of wild dogs. Dusk, eager to get his payback, tackled Rainbow to the ground, pinning her toned body underneath his weight.

"Tear it off," she grunted as he placed his hands against her tits, feeling the lycra material between them. "Rip them to shreds."

He did as ordered, viciously tearing away the flimsy material and exposing Rainbow's board-flat torso to his hungry gaze. His hands slid down her body, finding their way to her shredded abdomen as quickly as his tongue found its way to one of Dash's nipples.

"That's it..." she exhaled through gritted teeth, fingers clamping onto Dusk's head. "Show your flat little slut exactly what you love about her."

"Take your shorts off," he growled in a hungry voice.

"Do it yourself," she snapped back quickly, daring him to get even more forceful. "We're gonna do bad things here, Dusky... be mean to me..."

Again, wasting no time, Dusk's magically-enhanced strength made short work of Rainbow's clothing. The sound of tearing fabric lit up the quiet afternoon skies, the two of them feeling the heat of the sun beat down on them about half as harshly as the heat boiling between them.

Dusk didn't ask to open Dash's bare legs once her clothing was gone, instead forcing them open and grinding his waist against her rapidly-wetting cunt. The purple Alicorn's hand moved away from Dash's stomach, finding its way to her mouth. Her forced her jaw open with his fingers, using the flat of his thumb to rub and massage her tongue as she stared up at him. Slow, soft, and repeated gyrations of his clothed crotch against her lower lips sent sparks flying through Rainbow's entire body. Her back arched, her breathing shook, and her legs trembled with excitement.

"Get it wet," she mumbled past his thumb, sucking gently on it as she stared down at the friction between the two of them.

"Don't tell me what to do," Dusk growled back, fingers gently curling around her throat as he continued to massage her tongue.

"Oh yeah?" she challenged. "What're you gonna do about it?"

Dusk didn't answer verbally. He instead prized Rainbow's jaw open even further, her soft and wet tongue glistening in the sunlight, before he spat in her mouth. Immediately afterwards, he locked lips with his quivering little whore, pressing his chest against her body as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

He owned her with his tongue, pressing his larger organ against hers and swilling his own spit around her mouth. Rainbow's eyes rolled into the back of her skull at this point, the heat of her cheeks being something Dusk could feel on his own. He thrusted violently and suddenly, the rough material of his shorts rubbing against Dash's petals and making her back arch again at the sensation.

His other hand pinned her stomach down, locking her in place as he did it again, and this time harder. Her body rocked a second time, the pegasus cursing into his mouth as he drove her crazier and crazier with each passing moment. With a bolt of magic and a short grunt, Dusk used his power to pin Dash's waist to the ground with a glowing band.

With his other hand free, he skirted his groin away from hers and simply drove his fingers into her sopping wet cunt. She screamed into his mouth at this gesture, three fingers going down to the last knuckle in her boiling wet cove almost deleting her consciousness. His repeated the same, slow, hard, and hard thrust of those fingers, pulling back just enough for her to miss feeling full before slamming his hand back into her snatch.

"You like that?" he asked, his tongue running along her neck, gently suckling her soft, sweating skin.

Dash didn't respond cohesively, her words coming out as a spit-drowned gargle of pleasure and adrenaline. The sensation of getting finger fucked was almost as much of a turn on for the azure slut as the concept of getting caught while it happened. Dusk's vigorous abuse of her cunt didn't slow down or falter now that Dash was free to scream. Her voice carried high and loud into the air, disturbing the birds and more than likely the holiday makers nearby.

If either of them gave a shit about either of those things though, Dash would be getting her cunt reamed by Dusk's soaked fingers somewhere with a lockable door and soundproofing.

"I'm gonna cum," Dash groaned, squeezing hold of Dusk's sweat-soaked body almost hard enough to merge with him.

The dominating stallion once again returned his mouth's attention to Rainbow's non-existent tits. His tongue lashed, lathered, and lapped at her chest, short and eager nipples getting enough attention to send what felt like a bolt of electricity through her body every time Dusk so much as exhaled on them. The heat between them was mind-boggling at this point, sweat and sexual fluid clinging to the both of their bodies as they continued their romp.

The stallion decided that both he and his bitch had been through enough warming up, and that it was time for the main event. With a silent nod, Dusk used his magic to remove his clothing, sending it away and exposing his fat, throbbing cock for his mare to drink in.

"Ohhhh..." Rainbow purred as Dusk's meat throbbed against the inside of her thigh, spurting and splattering pre-cum all over her cunt. "You haven't even washed off Rarity's lipstick..."

Dusk nodded with a loud, animalistic groan, kissing Dash's spasming mouth once again before righting his position. He slid his hands underneath her thighs and locking them under her knees. With a brief grunt and a small heave, Dusk pinned Rainbow's legs by her ears, seeing her blush brighten and her temperature skyrocket yet again as she realised what he was about to do to her.

"Give it to me..." she begged, holding her arms out in desperation for me. "Fuck me full, baby."

Dusk wasted no time obeying that specific command. He curled his fingers around the base of his cock, guiding the womb-smasher to Dash's boiling, sopping entrance with a smug smirk on his face.

"You ready to get broken?" he asked playfully.

"I was ready the minute you pinned me to the floor," she responded through gritted teeth. "Show me why I'm yours, baby."

With that, Dusk rammed himself from tip to base into Dash's boiling cunt, being rewarded with the most beautiful scream he'd ever heard her make. As much as his ego swelled and his cock throbbed at the sound of it, he didn't need her to be that loud. He clamped his hand over her mouth, silencing her as he began to fuck that eager cunt of hers in the way she loved so much.

He held nothing back, going from inch one to inch fifteen with each stroke, feeling that gorgeous pussy clamp down around his cock as he vicious fucked Dash's brain out onto the ground beneath them. He could tell from the look in her eyes, she was completely gone. Her magenta gaze was nowhere, lost between realms and unfocussed on anything except the mind-melting pleasure her sweltering quim was transferring to her.

Her breath was ragged and heavy, her inhales being interrupted with each mighty thrust of the femboy's hips, smashing his cock past her cervix over and over again. The pre dripping from his cock had already filled up her womb, nothing more than a meagre prelude to the flood that would come as soon as Dusk's pleasure reached its peak. Dash had gone entirely limp, mind vacant and instincts non-existent as the love of her life raped her into her dirt.

If breathing wasn't an automatic response, she'd have died then and there in the greatest pleasure a mare could feel. Her pussy felt like oiled velvet, tight, wet, and clinging to Dusk's throbbing cock like a jealous, selfish lover. He removed his hand from her mouth and grabbed hold of her shoulders, pinning her down even harder as his womb-shattering mating press began to take a toll on his physicality. His breathing became strained, his own abysmal cardio making this four times harder than it needed to be.

He wasn't going to keep this up much longer, the sensation of truly dominating a mare as beautiful as Rainbow Dash alone was enough to make him cum his heart out, nevermind the pleasure brought on by her physical form. Dusk gritted his teeth, feeling his orgasm approaching as he looked at his lover's slacked, blissed out features. The torrent was about to arrive, and there wasn't a single thing on this world that was going to make it stop.

"Well..." came the sudden, yet familiar, voice behind him. "Aren't you being a naughty little boy."

Dusk's eyes widened just as he went over the edge, cum spurting from the tip of his cock like a ruptured fire hydrant. Rainbow's womb was filled in a matter of seconds, his cock drowning in its own glue-thick pool of cum before her tight, toned stomach began to swell after no more than a single spurt.

Dusk would've felt panic surge through him as a pair of arms wrapped around his torso and a pair of enormous, heaving breasts was pressed into his sweaty back.

"This isn't the adorable little stallion I used to bathe all those years ago, is it?" came the familiar voice in his ear, gently planting a kiss on the furred tip of it after speaking. "But I have to admit... this is definitely more exciting than watching you play with ducks..."

"C..." Dusk stuttered, barely able to think through his mind-melting orgasm. "Cadance?"

"I'm here, my dear Dusky..." came the loving purr from his former babysitter, her pink muzzle leering into the corner of his vision with a lewd, perverted smirk on it. "But don't think about me... think about breeding your best friend... then come find me at Iguana's Rest. We'll be waiting..."

"I..." Dusk began, feeling a rush of heat wash over his entire body as Cadance's form suddenly disappeared from behind him.

Again, he couldn't think through his orgasm, his hands touching Rainbow's gloriously pregnant-looking belly and feeling her skin stretch and expand under his soft fingertips. Sooner or later, he was bound to stop... and then he'd find out exactly what Cadance was up to. But for now...

Breeding his best friend...

5. The Knock up

Breed.

He couldn't hold himself back, couldn't keep it contained anymore. Cadance had done something to him, done something to both of them. The fire burning in his loins was uncontrollable, the urge to sink himself as deep inside Rainbow's spasming quim as physically possible and never pull it out.

Breed.

He knew it was uncontrollable because he'd done it four times already and still couldn't stop. His hands were closed around Rainbow's throat, the bright-eyed, flat-chested whore staring up at him, red-faced and gasping. He squeezed tighter as he slammed himself back inside, her belly swollen and bloated with cum. Her legs locked tighter around his slender waist, resting on his wide hips as her hands smashed at the sand beneath him.

Breed.

He was going to kill Cadance when he got his hands on her. He was gonna wring the life from her gorgeous neck for making him and Rainbow into nothing more than sweat-soaked fuck zombies for the last hour and a half. Rainbow crowed loudly, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling from her mouth, entire body locking up and trembling. Confusion slid onto Dusk's face briefly, eyes drifting down to realise that he was cumming again.

He couldn't feel it anymore. Not in a sense of exhaustion or tiredness. He literally couldn't feel the pleasure of orgasm, couldn't feel the relief or release of emptying his massive balls into his azure slut's hot cunt. He gritted his teeth angrily, his psyche demanding that he go again, desperately needing to feel the pleasure of cumming again.

This was Cadance's fault. She'd screwed with his head, screwed with his cock, made him like he was now. As soon as he was finished with this, whenever this wore off, he was gonna find her, and kill her.

Breed her.

Dusk felt a pang of pleasure spark through his cock, the first he'd had in a while. His eyes widened in shock, latching onto the feeling like a man dying of thirst would to a leaking faucet. That thought had triggered something, there was a reaction. Being the scientist he was, he needed to prove his hypothesis. He focused on Rainbow, ears perked and locked onto the sound of thick, hot cum sloshing about her tight insides, and waited.

Moments went by... and nothing. No pleasure, no surge, no build towards relief. He even picked up the pace, the sound of his sweat and cum soaked groin splattering against Rainbow's bringing no boon nor boost to his state. Gritting his teeth with annoyance once again, he moved onto the next part of the test.

He supplanted Cadance as the one beneath him, his mind's eye conjuring up those enormous pink breasts, those plump, cock-sucking lips, and that gorgeous voice moaning and begging him to fill her whore womb up to the-

He couldn't even finish the thought before he exploded. His cock fired like a cannon at the merest hint of the idea of impregnating Cadance. The anger that swirled up around him was soon drowned out by the rapturous relief of a violent, sweaty, and groaning orgasm.

He had to pull out of Rainbow at this point or else he'd risk hurting her. Her belly looked almost bigger than she did, heaving as if she were ready to give birth to several dragons at this point. Cum jetted out of her sore cunt, her voice crying out above the sounds of the resort as the tension in her belly began to release. Soaking his crotch, staining him with the sight and scent of cum, Dusk leaned backwards, dropping onto his haunches and vigorously stroking his cock. He continued to blow more and more, feeling his magic reserves kick in once his biological ones failed to keep that orgasm going, keep the cum spraying.

Rainbow was painted entirely white at this point, her stomach down to half its gargantuan size as she lay in a lake of cum that was still being added to. Dusk's jaw began to ache, his arm hurting from the exertion of such vigorous masturbation, desperate to empty himself. His hands appeared as if he were wearing white gloves, his entire length slopped and slathered in glue-thick cum.

Breed Cadance.

He shouldn't have tempted himself with a second test. He knew the first result was conclusive, and pushing himself further would only be a mistake. A mistake that felt beautiful to make, as his orgasm renewed for a second time. Biting down harder on his jaw, his desperation rose to incomprehensible levels. His cock ached, his heart pounded, and his rational mind went out the window. With Rainbow back below the red zone, he made a selfish and disgusting decision.

He rammed himself back her cum-slopped cunt, locking his mouth onto hers and being assaulted with the taste of her tongue and his own cum. With a wave of his hand, he killed off the contraceptive spell that he'd placed on all of his fucktoys, ramming his prick past her cervix and into the deepest reaches of her flooded cavern.

"Gonna breed you..." he snarled into Rainbow's mouth, lashing his tongue against hers.

He felt her inner walls clamp down around his monster in response, having clearly been put under the same spell he had with the same desperation for procreation.

"Gonna fill this pussy up and give you my foals..." he growled quietly.

"Y-Yes..." Rainbow begged, her glazed over eyes pleading to be knocked up. "Give me so many... everything you've got."

He kissed her again, the salty-sweet taste in her mouth only arousing him even more. The cum between them stuck to their skin, smearing and rubbing as they grinded and gyrated against one another. The heat of their copulation was unimaginable, sweat pouring from their bodies and mixing with the debacherous cocktail of semen, girlcum, and whatever else they'd been rolling around in that clung to their bodies.

Rape and breed Cadance.

He exploded inside Rainbow again, cumming for what had to be the sixth or seventh time in the past hour and a half, splattering her womb once again with an unholy amount of seed. He felt her bloat against his stomach again, soft and supple skin layered above trained and powerful muscle filling up like a balloon for the third time.

He couldn't think of anything else except Cadance and the wild fantasies his mind cooked up of how her gorgeous pussy must feel. He'd seen it once or twice, accidentally during his youth, and it had inspired a love of vagina the likes of which he couldn't put into words. Smooth, soft, and tight-looking as it was, he'd never seen a cunt that came close to comparing, and he'd ploughed his way through more than a few in his lifetime.

Not Rarity, not Rainbow, not Starlight, not Sunset, not anyone he'd ever had a roll with had a pussy that felt as good as Cadance's looked. And now he was gonna take it. He was gonna march right over to the little meeting spot she'd arranged for the two of them and make that stacked, divine, whore of a goddess prostrate herself by taking every inch of his throbbing purple cock and carrying as many foals as he fucked into her to their due date.

He ripped himself out of Rainbow once again, a trail of cum connecting the tip of his cock to her quivering quim, the weight of it soon snapping it and causing it to plummet into the pool with an audible splash. He was done for the moment, it seemed... his mind clearing moment by moment, and seemingly the same happening to Rainbow as the two of them sat still and processed exactly what had just transpired between the two of them.

"Fuuuuck yesssss..." Rainbow moaned, slamming her head onto the ground beneath her and staring up at the sky with a satisfied, satiated, and supremely impressed grin.

Her hands rubbed at her cum-soaked body, her entire being pulsing with the pleasure of being so-thoroughly bred by such a powerful stallion. A dumb, brainless grin remained stuck on her face as wave after wave of residual, orgasmic bliss continued to roll over her like the beach sand at the waterfront.

Dusk had to admit himself... on a primal, basic, and evolutionary level, that had been one of the most satisfying orgasms he'd ever had in his entire life. Whatever Cadance had loaded him up with, whatever magic she'd poured into his core to get him in that mood, had made pumping Rainbow full of his seed more satisfying than it had ever been. He'd done it over a thousand times over the years they'd known each other, but now of all times, in this beautiful moment, it had never felt better.

Fucking one of his best friends and breeding her tight little cunt like prized livestock for no other reason than he wanted to felt better than any sex he'd ever had before in his entire life. Licking his dry lips, he leaned forward, kissing Rainbow once again and cuddling up to her body. His hand rubbed against her flat, toned stomach, the garden where his seed would soon grow strong and plentiful. A wave of arrogance and contentedness washed over him at that thought, the idea of owning Rainbow and her womb as his own personal plot of land being about as appealing as the thought of getting her pregnant again.

With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself away from her twitching, soaking form, watching her blow and oh-so arrogant kiss as he began to dress himself as their rapturous encounter came to a sweet end. As much as he'd love to sit around and fuck the day away with her, he had a meeting with a certain pink princess to attend, and one that he certainly wasn't eager to miss.

Author's Note

Apologies for the short length of the chapter, but I've been suffering massive writer's block for nearly two months and needed to shit something out while I could. Hopefully this restores me to full power and allows me to continue with my work.

6. Getting Around

"Iguana's... Rest..." Dusk muttered to himself, tracing his finger along the large map of the island he held in his hands.

His eyes scanned the rather-durable piece of paper with a trained eye, bolting rapidly from location to location as he tried to find exactly where Cadance had arranged their little get-together. After an embarrassingly-long time scouring the map for the precise location, he found it. A nice little cove tucked away in the north-east of the place... as in the other side of the island. With an annoyed sigh, he folded the map away and tucked it into the pocket of his shorts, crossing his arms and staring at the ground in thought.

He couldn't teleport there immediately as he had no precise location to lock onto. He needed to be able to perfectly visualise the place he wanted to appear at, down to the smallest details. If he thought about the pool from one location and accidentally added a drinks bar from another, he risked ripping himself into fragments trying to disappear and reappear at both locations. Teleportation magic was extremely finicky like that, and he knew its ins and outs. He knew them so well that he wasn't willing to risk atomising himself to save time on walking. He could look up a few images on a phone, ask someone else for pictures, or do a whole multitude of different things... but he knew he was looking for excuses not to teleport there to begin with.

The day was still relatively young, the island was lively, and he wanted to familiarise himself with it as much as possible. It might have been a trek through some sections of the town between the resort and Iguana's Rest, but what was the point of a vacation if you weren't gonna explore? Any excuse to check around was a good one, so he'd take it in a heartbeat. With that in mind, he took off down the cemented path with quite the spring in his step, eager to see what was what.

The island had one hell of an ambience to it, that much was obvious from the get-go. Such a vibrant and colourful place, mixed with all different kinds of cultures and creeds dotting the place. If the architecture and colour palette wasn't impressive enough, the veritable sea of beautiful folk kicking about in tight bikinis, bulge-exposing shorts, and summer gear definitely caught the eye of the eager stallion.

Smiles and gentle waves were exchanged between Dusk and the other holidaymakers as he made his own way through the resort, ducking off the main road onto a few smaller streets. It seemed like this place was the drinker's paradise, as the signs for bars, restaurants, and quickly-accessible bathrooms told him a story of drink, food, and accidents very quickly. He'd been to more than enough vacation places in his life to tell you those three things were the essential ingredients for a memorable night out, with the only things missing being a soft bed and a hard fuck to end the night.

Still, part of the fun was searching for those things, and based on the rather seductive glances and eager, lustful grins Dusk was getting from the majority of folk that walked past him, the search wasn't going to be that hard. After a good handful of minutes, he felt the dry rasp at the back of his throat telling him it was right about the time for a nice, cool drink to help fight off the never-ending threat of dehydration.

One thing he'd learned very quickly was that if constantly cumming his body weight into beautiful mares wasn't drying him out, the sun would even faster. His eyes scanned the area he found himself in; a street of colourful huts and cabanas, all with cute signs for the different kinds of products they sold. Fruit stalls, soda stands, and alcoholic beverages as far as the eye could see.

With a quick shift in steps, Dusk found himself inside the wonderfully-air conditioned fruit juice stand, an eager drool in his mouth for the delicious taste of strawberry daiquiri he'd spotted on the menu in the window. He ambled up to the counter, spotting a fresh-faced griffon with a cute smile spread onto her face as they made eye contact on his approach. She had an azure-blue hue, similar to Rainbow's, with bright green eyes, and a beautiful head of white, well-groomed feathers. On top of that, her tight uniform and even tighter apron betrayed a more-than-curvaceous figure, showing a beautiful display of breasts and backside most women would kill for.

"Hiya, sir, welcome to Cabana Concoctions!" she beamed, the rather uncreative name sounding a tad better when spoken with enthusiasm. "What can I get you today?"

"Hi, sugar," he said with a warm tone and a warm smile, resting his arms on the cool glass display counter as he looked at the menu. "Can I get a strawberry daiquiri please? Non-alcoholic, though."

"Trying to keep it calm today, are we?" she asked with a smirk as she set about mixing his order.

"Only until at least sundown," Dusk answered with a jovial shrug. "After that I'm eager to drink myself into liver cirrhosis and a jail cell for drunk and disorderly."

"Sounds like you've got a full evening planned," she nodded with an approving nod.

"And a full day tomorrow, provided I can get an early release from lock-up," Dusk responded, watching her breasts jiggle with an approving smirk as she mixed and shook up the drink.

"Seems like you're nice and focused," she said with a sly smirk on her beak, noticing Dusk eyeing up her sizeable bust rather shamelessly.

"Oh, that I am," he nodded, grinning playfully knowing full-well he'd been caught. "I always keep an eye on things worth the attention."

"Is that so?" she asked, sticking the tip of her tongue out as she poured up his drink.

"Definitely," he nodded. "Speaking of things worth the attention, is there any chance you're busy after work today?"

"Oh, I'm afraid I've got my evening all booked up with a few friends," she said with an almost-comical shrug, a small blush spreading onto her cheeks. "But I am about to take my fifteen minute break... and that's got free time in it I like to spend..."

"And how, pray tell, my dear-" Dusk smirked, leaning closer to the cute little mixer and dropping his voice to a low, playful growl. "-do you like to spend that free time?"

"Why don't you come into the backroom and let me show you?" she giggled into his ear, gently rubbing his chest.

How was he meant to refuse that offer?

Twenty minutes wasn't a long time. While enough to get shit done, it was nowhere near long enough for Dusk to go through his usual routine of spoiling every inch of whatever women he ended up with. They had to be quick, they both knew that, so a little bit of speedrunning needed to be done. The sign was flipped to close, the backroom door was bolted through and bolted shut, and the beautiful little server's apron and shorts were discarded as quick as possible.

"Please tell me you've got something in there worth remembering," she giggled, grinding her exposed, voluptuous backside against Dusk's crotch as she leaned over a large cardboard box that was more than enough to hold her weight.

"I've got something back here you're never going to forget," he said with an arrogant, and deserved, smirk on his face.

He wasted absolutely no time getting his new friend acquainted with his titanic length. Even soft as wool, his size was tremendous, slapping it down onto her back and letting her feel the weight and girth of his behemoth.

"Mhmm... looks like I caught something good today," she giggled, reaching back and spreading herself, showing off her eager wetness with a wink and a click of her tongue. "Care to help me record how many inches my catch is?"

"Gladly," Dusk chuckled, his cock up and throbbing in a matter of moments before pressing the tip of it against her glistening lips.

Griffon pussy was always a favourite of his. They were big and burly creatures by nature, but his newest conquest was a damn sight smaller than most of them. That meant the bitch was gonna be a hell of a lot tighter than a fuck with, say, Gilda or Silverstream. Hell, even a runt of the litter like Gallus had been a bigger fuck than this tiny little creature was. The prospect only excited him, though, as the tighter her cunt meant the better the feeling. Griffon pussy was ribbed and gripped like a jealous lover, and he was more than eager to experience it again.

With a roll of his shoulders and a gentle bucking of his hips, he applied all the pressure he needed to slip inside her divine little snatch without any trouble whatsoever. He felt her clamp down around his length immediately, making that tight cove all the more snug for him as inch after inch continued to bury itself inside her. She threw her head back and mewled loudly, clearly at a loss for words as Dusk's battering ram wedged her open wider and wider.

His hand wrapped around her throat, gently gripping her neck and using her as leverage to push himself inside her. Her entire body shivered at the gesture, both from the pleasure of having such a behemoth invade her most intimate area... and because it seemed like our flirtatious little clerk seemed to have a bit of a submissive side.

"How's that feel, baby?" Dusk asked cockily.

"Amazing..." she moaned as Dusk finally hilted all fifteen inches inside of her. "I've... I've never felt someone in my womb before..."

"I'm the biggest thing you've ever taken?" he asked.

"By miles..." she answered immediately. "You're so fucking thick too... my sister was right about you stallions..."

"What did your sister tell you?" he questioned, cocking his head quizzically.

"That they'll split your pussy open as wide when they fuck you as they'll split your heart when they leave you," she repeated in a lust-hazed voice.

"You think that's true?" he chuckled.

"My pussy feels pretty wide right now..." she mewled.

"And what about the other half?"

"Are you gonna break my heart and leave me?" she asked, batting her eyelashes playfully.

"Oh, I will alright," he smiled. "But how about you show me how well you work this dick and then we'll see if you can't change my mind?"

"Yes, Daddy," she moaned, eyes almost glowing with lust-fuelled adoration as she began bucking herself back against Dusk's throbbing length.

Liking her initiative, he decided to reward it, placing both hands on her wide, full hips and using them as all the leverage he needed to truly get a rut going inside his beautiful little sub. While she had a little experience, she didn't seem to have much training with this. Her hip movements were a little awkward, and she lost her rhythm more often than she kept it... but her pussy more than made up for her subpar handling skills. Hot like a furnace and wet like a river, her cunt wrapped around him like a warm blanket. The ribs and scores inside her stroked and teased his length like no other, getting grunt after groan out from between his gritted teeth as he slammed home inside her again and again.

Twenty minutes wasn't a lot of time, that thought lingered in the back of Dusk's head, so he knew he really needed to pick up the pace here. Squaring his stance and lowering himself down just a tad, he picked up the pace enough to be noticeable. The vigorous smashing he was now giving the adorable little griffin's back end was enough to completely knock her out of conscious thought. While one of his other experienced whores like Rarity or Applejack had been trained well enough to keep their hips on autopilot when the dick got too good, the little amateur quivering on Dusk's fat length lacked that experience.

With a tut and a sigh, Dusk slapped her across the ass, gaining a loud and surprised yelp from her cute little beak as her fingers dug into the box she was gripping.

"Wake-wakey, sweetie, you've got a cock to work here," he laughed in a smug tone.

"S-Sorry, baby," she squeaked, going a bright shade of pink as she returned to slamming herself back against Dusk's hammering hips, doubling her efforts to be as good of a shag as possible.

A smile spread onto his lips as he really began to feel her hard work paying off along his prick. The heat, the tightness, and the ever-wet slopping of her cunt along his length was mesmerising, watching her ass bounce over and over again as it slammed back into his toned abdomen time and again. It was getting close to wrapping up for the two of them and it was something he was looking forward to with his beautiful new friend.

Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, he picked up the pace even further and went as hard as he could with her. His fingers dug into her waist as his hips blasted her like an overcharged jackhammer, throwing the griffon right over the edge into her own screaming orgasm. Her lower half went completely slack, all the tension bleeding out of her muscles as she failed to hold her own weight.

Dusk's strength, his fingers wrapped around her wide birthing hips, being the only thing keeping her up at this point. A wide grin on his face as he prided himself over truly knocking the wind out of such an eager beauty with his cock once again. Holding her aloft, he hit home into his newest fucktoy again and again, each thrust of his mighty length bringing him closer and closer to an explosive orgasm that he was beyond-eager to welcome.

With each passing second, that finish line drew closer and closer, until he was right upon it. With five more mighty, hip-shattering thrusts, he slammed himself into her trembling quim for the last time and blew his load right into her fertile womb. He didn't bother to cast any kind of contraceptive spell on his newest acquisition, so whether or not she was tucking herself into bed tonight while loaded with the offspring of a stallion she'd just met was entirely on whether or not she'd taken measures either before or after to present it.

His cum swirled and pooled inside her, ballooning her tight belly out like he'd done to so many women at this point in her life. He felt her pussy clamp down as she came again, her body shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, and her loud cries of orgasmic bliss bouncing off the walls of the stuffy backroom until she was filled up almost too much to stand and Dusk's loins were finally spent.

He pulled out of her well-fucked innards, cum splattering and pouring out of her pussy and staining the ground beneath them as Dusk lowered her onto the cardboard box. She clung to it for dear life, panting and gasping, a sweating, swearing, and cumming mess as she exhaustedly looked over her shoulder at Dusk. Her cheeks were stained with the blood red hue of lust and satisfaction, eyes welled with tears of pure bliss, as she smiled lovingly at him.

"I do good, Daddy?" she asked, generously shaking her back end and causing more cum to splash out of her, audibly hitting the floor like a pot of spilled yogurt.

"You did damn good, sweetie," Dusk answered with an approving nod, wiping his cock on the back of her shirt and tucking himself away into his shorts again. "How much do I owe you for the drink?"

"It's... uh... on the house today, I guess," she said, still panting like she'd finished a four-mile sprint. "I'm... I'm Aribelle, by the way... it's nice to, uh, meet you?"

"Dusk," he responded, returning the gesture.

He leaned over her sweating body and kissed her passionately for the first time, sliding his wet tongue into her waiting maw while massaging her red-stained ass, sore and tender from the pounding.

"I'll catch you round sometime, alright?" Dusk asked as he separated from her. "Come visit me at the hotel out of the town if you ever get lonely. Just ask for me at the front desk and say my feathery little angel's come to visit."

She blushed an even brighter red at that point, nodding eagerly as she looked down at her cum-soaked back end.

"Well... I suppose you'd better get going... I gotta clean up and reopen before the manager shows up..." she smiled, waving him out as he followed her advice.

"See you around, babe!" Dusk called back.

"You too, Daddy," she nodded, placing her hands on her swollen stomach. "You too..."