Rubbers Meet the Road

by Vis-a-Viscera

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Sex, Anthro, Lyra, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 5484

High Gear's leaving Lyra in charge of her garage to attend an auto show. But Lyra's curves soon tease at her nerves, and her maremeat is raring to go...

High Gear's looking to get out for a car show - naturally, this means someone has to run her chop shop, and the current candidate is hands-on mare herself in Lyra Heartstrings. When Lyra's enthusiasm for the craft proves endearing to the domineering dickmare however, High Gear decides that maybe the best way to bring her up to speed should involve a little work under her hood, as well as some rimjobs and rutting...

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WARNING: Lyra, Lyra, Pants on Fire, snatch now split by HIgh Gear's spire
KINKWARNING: Futa/Fem ♦ Oral ♦ Vaginal ♦ Doggystyle ♦ Rough Sex ♦ Masturbation ♦ Cumflation ♦ Light Hornplay ♦ Breast/Cock Worship ♦ And A Deep Dick-Drilling in the Driver's Seat

Published 2020-07-22 19:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-07-22 19:00:00 UTC

Don't You Go Breeding My Heartstrings

“Seriously, Lyra! Bon Bon said you knew all about moving parts; stop making me think she just meant the ‘massages for her pleasure’ lineup.”

High Gear smoothed back her mane as she observed Lyra Heartstrings gape over everything in her chopshop. A small part of her took pride in how captivating her arrangement of cars looked to the mint-green unicorn. After all, if such a display got her attention, the ride Gear was planning to bring to Wild Fire’s Auto Show would blow everypony away. She looked forward to stealing the show, much like she had the last two years running.

However, making sure Lyra didn’t leave more parts scattering her chop shop’s floor when she returned - that was top priority now. Between the show weighing on her mind and Lyra’s white top straining against her… generous jugs, that was proving difficult. “And there’s several things you’re still not allowed to touch - make sure you keep that on you.”

“Gonna guess this big arch overhead is one of those things too, right?” Lyra tittered.

High Gear almost told Lyra that it lead to Canterlot City and Aria Blaze, but stopped with a thought. Right. I forgot. On this Equestria, Aria’s still Starswirl Story Villain number thirty.

“... nevermind, yes. That arch is ‘one of those things’.” Her finger went to the switch behind it as Lyra tensed, snapping it off. Better safe than sorry, after all. “My car, however; feel free to make sure your hands are alllllll over.” And with an armsweep, High Gear pointed to her newest crowning glory.

A grin wormed its way onto High Gear’s face as Lyra inspected the car she planned to drive to Trottingham. With its top - exposed engine shining bright under eight chrome funnels, a sleek black body big enough to seat four ponies, and thick wood-on-steel wheels, it was a beast. One that had Lyra shivering under its lamplight gaze, ignition on enough to light it up but not start it.

“Gonna guess I need to buff this?” whispered Lyra, her brows furrowed in keen concentration.

“Yeah. Also a final coat on that cart in the back, tighten the wheels on Fancy Pants’ carriage on struts above…” High Gear quickly paced over behind the strut keeping that silvery vehicle above their heads. “Also, taillight-check those two trucks behind you. Just turn the keys, look back, slap a note on ‘em if no red shows behind.”

Lyra landed down from her perch on the windowsill of her car. Hitching up her jean shorts, she quickly studied the two trucks, a move which did nothing to hide the jiggle of her plump cheeks from Gear’s view.

“Never did get a chance to ask, though; why’d you want to take this job?” The mechanic pony tented her fingers together, her black rubber sleeves squeaking on the car surface. Between the back wheel jamb and the trunk of the car, she had plenty of room.

“You work with your hands, on an object everypony wants to have, with time off in the human world.” Lyra chuckled, her back still to High Gear. “Why haven’t I taken this job up earlier?”

“Nah, Lyra. I meant… why only you did.”

“Heh. Guess that was bound to come up, huh.” After several seconds, a heady sigh shook her frame. “Only a couple months since, but… I found out my bestie was a secret agent.“

Gear raked one of her red hands through her yellow-black locks, then pushed herself off her cars’ trunk. “Ah, heard of that. Can’t imagine how that felt.”

“Yeah. Well, at first I was pissed.” Lyra’s smile returned at last - ironic, considering the subject matter. “But really, it’s awesome. I mean, Bon Bon was like an Element before Elements were cool! And I suppose what really got my goat was the fact that…”

“Was what, Lyra?”

Lyra gulped. Suddenly, High Gear’s eyes fixation solely on the beautiful curve of her throat as it bulged. “I felt like I was in traction. Like for all my love of humans, I never actually explored my passion. You get what that’s like, right? Feeling good about something you really wanna do,?”

High Gear thought of the flurry of flings she’d had, and how horny Lyra’s opening up was making her. “I might.” she responded.

“Right! I decided I wasn’t getting any younger, and Equestria’s not getting any easier for a mare to make her mark in. So I took on that store-watching job you offered.” Lyra sheepishly turned away from Gear for a second. “Got anything to drink? Streets were packed today.”

High Gear pondered her next move, fingers steeping under her crimson chin. Certainly, she’d thought of doing it with the voluptuous Lyra Heartstrings; very few mares didn’t. She was headstrong, determined, a study quicker than Twilight Sparkle at times. And with the former Agent Sweetie Drops so often around her, also unreachable. Pining for Heartstrings was a dangerous game, in more ways than one.

That was it, though: the danger attracted High Gear. And Lyra was right; tomorrow was not guaranteed. High Gear could go for miles with the right motivation - in the chopshop or under the covers.

Truth was, she’d been hitting up Lyra from little fixes for months now. Each time, she’d seen Lyra tend to the car-parts faster and faster, until she’d needed nothing more than to tell her the task to see it done. It got her heart thrumming. High Gear supposed the real reason was that… with what Lyra said, she almost felt like a mentor to the unicorn. She almost wished Lyra would make a mistake, just to break those tawdry thoughts going through her mind at Mach 69.

SPLISSSSH!

“Oh shit!” Two voices rang out in response to that gush of fluid.

High Gear paled; the Spectra feedlines on Crafty Crates’ truck had broken! Her visit to Canterlot Boutique to pick up the dress gracing her figure now had been fraught with worry. For once, however, the normally detail-oriented dickmare didn’t know what it was. Sure, she knew she was forgetting something, but she hadn’t thought it was something within her own chopshop!

Her quick steps took her back to the smoke-sputtering truck, stripping off her bicep-high rubber gloves as she approached her stand-in. But as she approached, the only damage to Lyra appeared to be cosmetic.

She was rubbing her knee which had apparently banged against the undercarriage of the truck, rainbow fluid was gushing onto her. Thank Celestia’s mane it wasn’t antifreeze; just simple Spectra staining her clothes to her figure. She was going to ask Crafty Crate just how hot he ran these trucks that they sprung leaks this early!

Of course, the skin-tight cotton and denim stuck to Lyra also presented another fact to High Gear: she wasn’t the only pony here command under her white clothes. Two pale nipples stuck out among the sodden top, even as Lyra started fluffing it to try and remove the stickiness. “Hold on, I’ll get the shower ready!” High Gear caught Lyra’s wrist.

“Wait! You have a shower here too?” Before the red pony could point out that her abode was only a floor above them, Lyra’s horn glowed. Golden light washed over her stonewashed shorts and top. After several seconds, every spot of rainbow goo vanished from them. “ Because if so, might be staying dry for awhile.“

“Right. Forgot.” That was becoming a distressing commonality with High Gear this hour. And speaking of... “Um, Lyra?! The Tartarus are you doing?”

Lyra had turned her back to her, green tail twitching from side to side as she peed back at High Gear’s direction. The color rushed back to Gear’s face, concerned Lyra would catch an eyeful of the fire hydrant of a cock pushing at her dress skirt..

Thankfully, Lyra was busy trying to scrub the prismatic gunk from her fur, her torn doing the job her arms were unable to reach. “Need help?” asked the pony next to her.

“Don’t wanna ruin your dress. Plus, getting stuff out of fur is either a spa or horn job. You told me that, right?” Lyra huffed as a particular strip of rainbow paint was magically stripped away.

The dip in her back that the move revealed made Gear fought down that burning want again. Now was not the time. But as more and more of her green back showed itself, High Gear still felt compelled to comfort her. “Still don’t want me to fetch a cloth, Lyra?”

“Not an issue. Soon as I get rid of these patches at the front, I can get to work on your car.”

“No-no, Lyra.” Wow, how fast did her libido strike her? Already Gear’s dick was stirring beneath her dress again. “It’ll help you look hard at work for the customers, obviously. You’re still green, pardon the pun; looking the part helps.“ Yes, it would. So why was Gear’s eyes diluting upon seeing the streaks of Spectra dotting Lyra’s chest and trim stomach?

High Gear did think longingly about that; Lyra's pecs, yeah, but other things too. Seeing the Spectra seep into Lyra’s fur, and it cleared in patches to reveal her pristine minty pelt, stirred at her cock fiercely. How had she not seen this edge well-exposed earlier?

“”Gotta say, Gear,” whispered Lyra as the last of her work on her back was done. “Bon Bon’s been really appreciative of how your work’s made me look. Makes me wonder if that’s what you wanted this new look to do.”

It wasn’t just the skimpy yet tool-filled clothing that Lyra’s fingers pointed to that made realization strike home for the mechanic. It was also the patches of muscle around them, the swell of her generous breasts, everything her assistantship with High Gear had given Lyra.

That was what made High Gear realize why that foreboding feeling was. It wasn’t shock, it was pride. Lyra Heartstrings. had evolved under her tutelage, as Gear’s bestie with benefits Aria had. And that Gear had a hand in doing it didn’t make her an apprentice, it made her more than that. Was it so bad to unwrap it on her first day alone overseeing Gear’s chopshop?

Yeah. That felt like a good reason. And till her deathbed, that was the six letter word she’d reserve for this. That and not…“Excuse me, Gear?” Lyra’s voice tinkled in her head like her namesake’s instrument. “So, what do you want me to do now, boss?”

Gear re-scanned their position. Her prized muscle car was only scant feet from her, and a wicked idea began whirring in her head. “Damn, Lyra, eager as always. Let’s start with my car. Get those tools over here; you’re gonna make my baby spotless.”

“Want I should port the tools over?”

Gear almost fell over herself waving her hands to stop Lyra. “No dice, Lyra. No need to have you over-rely on magic.” High Gar returned Lyra’s grin, jutting a thumb at the tool cart. “Pull it. With your back to me. And keep an eye on the other cars, in case anything falls apart.”

Heaving herself up to sit on the engine’s edge, High Gear took one look back at Lyra. Thankfully, Lyra’s gaze was focused on the trucks. unaware of the inferno her short-covered rump was fanning in the well-hung mechanic. With her maremeat protruding ever-so-slightly, Gear smoothed out the creases of her dress.

When Lyra was within inches of her, a suggestive smile crept onto Gear’s face. “Speaking of this car, leave the shine cloth, there’s something you need to crank.”

“The crankshaft? Isn’t that in the… en… gine…” Lyra trailed off as she turned to face the red-coated mare, propped on her own car’s hood like a magazine spread. That debauched display was about to become all-too-real for the minty unicorn.

Soon, her eyes widened as Gear leaned forward. Her lips curled around Lyra Heartstrings’ green maw and Lyra eeped into their kiss. No tongue this time. Not at the start, anyway. Breaking their lip lock after a minute - and mentally jumping for joy at Lyra’s refusal to back away - High Gear prepared to explain.

Lyra beat her to the punch. “W-well. Not gonna say I didn’t like that, but… did Bon put you up-”

“Damn, Lyra! Stop talking about Bon Bon for a minute.” Gear’s throb of pain at Lyra’s pout nearly lodged her next words in her mouth.. ”I… look. You’ve been doing great in here. With the muscle cars.. and those muscles.”

“Of course! But I didn’t think it was worth a kiss?” The way that last word came off Lyra’s mouth made both mare’s lips start trembling. “I mean, I’m glad you think that much of me.”

Even High Gear expected a call of “But Bon Bon...” to follow Lyra’s dialogue. But she was never the biggest obstacle to what the mechanic dickmare was seeking. And by this scene, it wasn’t Lyra’s either. It was time to spill.

“It’s worth far more than just a kiss, Lyra.” High Gear cupped her green cheek. A small dollop of rainbowed oil stained her thumb. “And I was a bit...well, I see you as the real deal. Might own your own shop one day. But all you’ve known is working under me. I figured if you’re gonna do that,, well.”

“You want to make sure I’ve got all the experience.”

“Yeah. Yes, that. Shit.” Was she giving permission, or was this a prelude to telling her that cram-coated best friend did that for Lyra? High Gear furiously threw that thought into the engine funnels, then stamped on the gas till it was ash. She had to be bold. Fortune favored them, chance favored them, all hope of slipping in this delectable mint mare’s cunt favored them!

“Sure. Lyra, if this is going too fast, I swear I’ll stop.” Gear panted. “I only have two hours before I have to set out. Don’t wanna fuck up our working relationship because of-mmmmmph!”

Suddenly, it was Lyra’s plush lips on hers. Her kiss was far more wet, loud, carnal. Her bosom surged, desperate to get closer. But High Gear’s fingers at her abs kept her rainbow-stained chest from messing with her white dress.

So much risk lay in what Gear was doing. Any spot on her immaculate dress meant no auto show. Impregnating this insatiable unicorn meant Bon Bon would probably be holding knives to her head by sundown. Yet, not having this mare pressed to some part of her would kill her from unsated lust. Already she was shuddering underneath her, half a head shorter as Gear’s kiss deepened.

As their lips broke away, a thread of saliva traveling between them, Gear took a shot in the dark. “Damn, Heartstrings. Mind if I fuck you senseless?” Her inner pony remarked how that very shot couldn’t hit the broad side of Sweet Apple Acres’ barn.

For Lyra, however, it was just charming enough to work. She let out a bountiful laugh, her breasts jiggling closer to Gear’s mouth. Almost instantly it felt like Saddle Arabia behind her ruby-red lips. “I only mind if I can’t walk after, Gear.” Her left eyebrow rose, drinking Gear in.

“Oh, I’ll work on that later.” Another chaste kiss and suddenly both their ears parked up. It would take another rise to get Lyra’s amber eyes drifting away from Gear’s face.

Noticing the bulbous rise in the mare’s dress, both of Lyra’s eyes widened slightly. “Are you hiding a wrench - a very large one - under that dress by any chance?” she asked, chuckling as Gear took another step towards her.

“Nope,” she answered, her voice now husky and deep. Gear teased her hips forward slightly, emphasizing the impressive size of her mammoth member. “Want another guess, or should we stop playing games?” she purred out, her cock throbbing under the fabric of her dress.

Lyra chose what was behind door number two. Her knees bent, soon setting on the chrome bumper of Gear’s car, the crotch of her dress now at eye-level One flip of that red-lined silk, and Lyra was face-to-face with High Gear’s enlarged endowment.

“Celestia be praised for what I am about to consume.” panted Lyra as she saw Gear’s greatest gift.

That cock was almost as thick as Lyra’s arm and almost as long. Its tapered tip bobbed upward as Lyra’s puffs of air blew over it, despite her legs holding firm. “Whoa… don’t think I could do one this size.” whistled the unicorn. “Might lose it the second I try to suck it.”

“Something magic can’t duplicate, and it involves my cock. Color me impressed.” said Gear.

Lyra snickered. “Deal. If you cover me with your cum.” And her mouth closed over the top, tasting the meatlog in front of her.

Veins rippled under Lyra’s muzzle as her tongue worked. Back and forth, over and across, her slick slobbering over Gear’s cock followed an almost mechanical pattern. She hummed as she worked, stroking and massaging every inch of the red ramrod that her palms couldn’t press against. But even her fingertips couldn’t touch while wrapped around Gear’s member, long as they were.

High Gear knew how much Lyra’ treasured her hands, and all she could work within them. It was why she was moaning under them, as they struggled her shaft. Even now, Lyra had a transplanted talent for oral. Her clamping upon that crimson cock was driving Gear’s mind haywire. But her hands needed to do more than just fist in her yellow-streaked black mane.

“Damn, Lyra. Don’t -urgh- stop…” Libido overtaking her at last, Gear’s hands moved to the chest of her gown. Crimson fingers fumbled at the edges of her dress top, pushing them inward around her large tits. They jittered even further as the shiny material passed over her erect nipples, two fleshy pipes leaking only the smallest offering of milk in return for their freedom.

Seeing the slight dots upon her dress top at it bunched up between her milk-jugs, High Gear wondered if she should’ve gone for a bra and panties. For now the lack of further clothing worked to her advantage, as Gear’s hands gripped on those full breasts. Lyra squeezed her shaft at almost the same time sliding around it like a ratchet. Four points of pressure hit her cock and cleavage, and High Gear’s nerves lit up like a Hearth's Warming tree.

“Aah...aaaahh…” she purred as her hips slid towards Lyra. It still wasn’t enough, not now. The mint unicorn was moving too slow, too worried about her welfare. If only the mechanic was coherent enough to assure Lyra otherwise!

I’m High Gear! she thought, she mentally screamed, banging against its lust-locked cage. Sex like this is an open road for me - the rougher, the better! And when the rubber hit it, she was the most alive. It wasn’t Lyra’s fault but she needed to force her hand - more than they were forced around her throbbing shaft.

High Gear’s hips thrust over and over, sliding more of her maroon maremeat past Lyra’s jaw. She gurgled around it, her throat rippling around the girth stretching it out. But it was only for fleeting seconds, as her mouth retracted to lap away the marble-sized cum drops bubbling at Gear’s cockhead.

As Lyra’s slurping on her dick intensified, the mechanic’s head tilted further back. Golden-black locks swam around the chrome behind her, until her head bumped into the engine’s edge. Lyra was going faster, and Luna above was it fucking great; Gear moaned as much. But as her hands fondled her breasts, fingertips running over her areolas, she still craved more.

That small inner pony of Gear’s, having given up on keeping her from her lechery, envied Bon Bon instead. A mare this considerate of her fuckbuddy, even with her curves calling to be gripped and groped, was rare. It was a heartwarming high, being treated to her slow slurping motions, her saliva slick hands spreading that slickness over her dick like polish.

She didn’t need that though, and Lyra needed to know. One of Gear’s hands knotted in her silver-green locks, pulling her off her shiny tip with a throaty gasp. “Choke on me,” she commanded Lyra.

“B-but you said I could..." As Lyra’s lips moved, it took all Gear had to keep from plunging back into it. “I could take the reins in this! Like you gave me with your store for the week.”

“I know what I said! I need you!” The words puttered out from Gear’s throat like a starting motor. “I need to see you suck me dry! Need to taste my cum on your tongue! Need to feel me... empty myself in you.”

Lyra suddenly understood the request. It wasn’t an object lesson being undertaken; now, it was about reaching that sunset. High Gear had spoken of it before, a peak in sex where both ponies strove towards their climax as loudly they could. Where passion became manifest in every caress her tongue twirl, ever hip-thrust.

“Go ahead. Do it for me. Not by me.” Lyra’s hand, after a moment that felt like hours, moved. Closer and closer, they approached her apple-sized testes, as Gear’s grip on her mane tightened. Even now, lips glistening with her boss's pre, her motivation bent toward the dickmare’s bliss.

With a slight nod, Lyra pulled her muzzle back onto the cocktip impaling herself on that ruby-red joystick. Her tongue swirled around it, but she moved no further. It was up to Gear to show how much she wanted it. And Lyra mechanic didn’t even have to ask!

Nevertheless, Gear was ready to force the issue. Her hips surged, and suddenly, Lyra’s vision was full of her dark pink pelvis. High Gear had brought her head forward onto her giant girth, only getting to ten inches before her maw accepted no more. Lyra’s left hand moved lower, the sloshing sounds of her mint-green pussy being poked at joining her gurgles.

Lyra’s other hand still fondled her scarlet sack, and High Gear helped her pull back from her cock again. But she only got a couple of succulent inches back before her cuntsap-slick hand whipped up again, her index finger shaking in the air.

Gear’s hands left her two-tone mane. “Then take me rough, Lyra. Chase that sunse-ohhhhh!”

Lyra’s mouth instantly dove into her maremeat, slicking down her length. Drool seeped out from Lyra’s lips as Gear’s hands latched back onto her tits. She asked for rough, and she was getting it. The only other two wishes would be for Aria whacking away at Lyra’s walls as Gear watched, and a horny crowd to hear her scream as she creamed her windpipe shut with spunk.

It seemed almost impossible, but Lyra’s throat rippled even tighter around her dick, to the point she worried she might actually suffocate on it. But if her motor functions were about to fail, the hand seizing upon her cumsacs didn’t show it. Light bands of milk dabbed at her clit, and High Gear cried at the sweet sensation. Her orgasm was speeding toward her like a damned truck, and she longed for that carnal collision.

Crimson hands scrabbled near her nipples, milk still dabbing at their peaks. Thinking fast - a feat becoming near-impossible - High Gear shoved that tit’s tip into her mouth. Her next moan rumbled around that erect tip,. her other hand pulled her free breast upward.

All the while, her voluptuous hips rolled like pistons into Lyra’s mouth, pumping her massive dick into her hot maw. Over and over, her hips surged, her polished maresplitter running over Lyra’s tongue and down her throat. Lyra’s left hand was back beneath her jean shorts, pumping inside her own pussy walls at a pace the dickmare swore was faster than her hips.

It would be that mint-green right hand however, that brought Gear the release she craved. Squeezing around her testes, she took Gear as far down her throat as possible, a chain reaction was triggered. Feeling her swollen nuts bulging around Lyra’s forceful clutch, High Gear’s teeth clamped over her teat. The second that first squirt of milk in her mouth hit its roof, so did she.

Barely opening her mouth to get out the “F-fuck! Lyraaaaaaaa~!” Gear’s cock flared within her throat. She had seconds before she gagged on it, but Lyra would at least go out with a full stomach. Rivers of cum splattered out from her fat bulb,

A lake of crystalline honey was between Lyra’s legs. The work boots she wore over the orgasmic ocean the only reason High Gear’s climax hadn’t knocked her on her heart-shaped ass. “Can’t-get off… Need you to fuck me full.”

“You need me… in you in order to cum?” Gear purred. And that Neighgara Falls flowing between her legs ISN’T a climax? Her inner pony bellowed.

“Anything thick and long. Bon Bon knows I’m not picky.” Lyra’s shuddering voice made Gear’s smile grow

Gear carefully gathered the tails of her dress skirt into one hand, careful to avoid statin it with the saliva and seed Whirling it at her left side, she relished in how it made Lyra shudder as it bounced against her “Then follow me, rookie.” And with her golden-black tail swirling clockwise as it brought her rich musk to Lyra’s muzzle, Gear stepped into the front seat of her car.

Comfy leather cushioned her crimson rump as Lyra ground on her from above.. High Gear’s eyes soaked over Lyra’s body again, drinking her in, Spectra-spotted body and all. Even now, the golden harps imprinted on Lyra’s flanks illuminated her desire. And as she bought her ass to gyrate around her length, Gear needed to finish right that second.

With a tug, Lyra’s shorts were pulled to one side, her freed clit pouring cuntsap like a faucet. Second later, her knob was brought to Lyra’s snatch, pushing in oh-so-slowly. Lyra moaned at the contact, clutching the steering wheel tight as she thrashed against her insatiable boss.

Gear’s hands found different, squashier targets. Gripping her ass, Hear pulled opening her up further and further onto her giant girth. Lyra’s screams turned shrill at that point. “Pump me full, Geaaa-aaha! Yes!” Gear sank inside her apprentice at last. Her mint ass was squeezed around High Gear’s shaft, milking her for all she was worth.

Leaning Back against the reclined seat, High Gear couldn't have a better view of the show. Lyra’s knuckles turned white while on the looping chain that made up High Gear’s steering wheel. Her head rested against the cool imitation metal, bottom lip pulled into her maw as her eyes fluttered. And every muscle in her back and ass stood out as she snapped her hips further down against Gar’s mammoth member.

“Fuck! Ah! So fucking tight, Lyra!” High Gear started rutting Lyra hard, sending her thrashing against the wheel. High Gear surged forward her greedy hands snaked into Lyra’s white top, yanking it up and seizing her jiggling breasts. Twirled a nipple in each hand, Gear marveling at the last of Lyra’s surprises - the her green nipples lactated little drops of milk too, every time she tugged on them.

Lyra's tongue lolled out at Gear’s savagery, their rhythm got sloppier as the dickmare’s thrusts crushed her body Ruby-red nipples scraped across Lyra’s back, joining Gear’s red-hot body and the ice-cold steel of her steering wheel on the list of contacts that she her nerves alight. Between this endless bliss, with the dickmare ‘s dirty moans plugging her ears, Lyra’s tail flagged out.

Instantly, one of Gear’s hands drifted to that twitching green appendage, curling it around her fist and yanking her ass up. The new angle this rough motion gave Gear was just enough for her to strike against Lyra's G-spot, thirteen inches deep in the moaning unicorn and loving every second.

“So close! Gear, fill me with your fucking foals!” Lyra's scream tore out of her canting maw, and Gear’s concerns about Lyra watching over her shop with a swollen stomach were gone. After all, Lyra was her apprentice, her understudy, her bitch. And she was going to breed her like one. Both mares’ orgasms sped towards them, the slpaslapslap of their slick thighs ringing through Gar's chopshop.

Several more frantic thrusts against that wonderfully spongy pack of nerves and Gear was done. Her second orgasm hit with more her cock became a firehose, flaring in Lyra’s womb so fast that she howled in bliss. Lyra’s green hands clutched around the one breast Gear wasn’t pinching, and her womb was soon full with ropes of burning spunk, her stomach swelling out to take her large load.

The second the first trickles of seed spurted out of Lyra’s hole, Gear leaned into the unicorn and licked a strip of her horn. Sparks flew, both from that tip and in front of Lyra's eyes, as her own orgasm geysered around Gear’s ramrod. Second after second, High Gear’s orgasm continued, the juice glazing over her thrusting member spurring her on almost nothing and nopony else. With a final thrust, Gears made Lyra splay herself against her dashboard, their shared climax ebbing into the leather of Gear’s precious car.

Falling back into her plush chair, the dickmare’s colossal maresplitter slipped out of Lyra’s stuffed snatch. Inch by inch, her smile grew as she saw her shaft lewdly pulled against her ruined pussy. But the time it fell against the seat cushion with a plap, Lyra slumped against the seat, exhausted from their rutting.

“You.. okay, boss?” Lyra’s voice graced her as Higher looped oue lanky leg or her, moving to pull out of the car. Her stomach was delightfully swollen, enough that the button on her jeans had popped open.

Yet even now, Lyra’s concern was all about her. Selflessness like that was a big turn on for the crimson mare before her. Bon Bon was a damn lucky mare, especially if Lyra was up for giving her a foal or three to look over. And from the look on Lyra’s face, Gear could guess that the chances of Bon Bon killing her for this would go down drastically. Fuck, Gear couldn’t say no to a face like Lyra’s right now.

“Right as rain, Lyr-oh, shit…” As Gear stood up to inspect her dress, her biggest fears were realized. Even though most of her cum was inside Lyra's bloated belly, Lyra’s messy squirting had sodden the skirt of her white dress. The material was almost grey now, sticking to her left thigh like glue.

With a throbbing pulse from Lyra’s horn, the patches of marecum in Gear’s dress disappeared. Her yellow eyes widened as she turned to the smirking unicorn. “Like I said. Much easier to get gunk stuff off clothes.” Lyra whispered. “Still think I shouldn’t be using magic so much?

High Gear let out a heady sigh. “Damn, Lyra, I’m never letting your contract expire.” Pulling back her dress top over her breasts, the dickmare let her spotless gown sweep over her legs. With her prodigious joystick again hidden from view. Gear sauntered over to Lyra and brought her lips in for one last searing kiss.

“I’ll have this ready for your auto show trip by the hour… second I can feel my legs.” Lyra pushed herself off of of the wheel her sorcerous snaps pulling the cum out of Gear’s seat cushions as well. “What if she handles the bump too?”

Green fingers trailed over Lyra’s stomach, twitching at the fullness it mapped out. Gear was certain it could help the unicorn if she wasn’t waddling around like she was But see, that would also mean Lyra wouldn’t have the chance to tell those same customers who’d just bred her to bursting.

“Keep it in until I get back and I’ll do it again.” purred Gear, her hand tucking underneath her crimson chin, stepped away from Lyra to fetch her gloves again.

“Aye aye, boss.” And then a sharp crack! rang through High Gear’s store. Feeling Lyra Heartstrings’s hand slap against her flank, the black gear stamped at its center jiggling from the hit, Gear’s grin grew sinister. She was definitely going to pump a quadruplets’ worth of cum into that sly Lyra, right when she was back from the auto expo. To hell with Bon Bon, Gear wanted to see Lyra scream.

Well, assuming Gear's libido wasn’t sated in that auto show she started up the car to get to. It was being hosted by that pegasus Wild “Ain’t Blowjobs the Bees’ Knees” Fire and her husband, after all. But how Gear knew that power couple was down to fuck - and the good luck she’d have at that expo - was a sticky story for another time...