Special appointment with a generous mare
In the moment with her throat around my cock, there isn’t much going through my head other than how long until I cum. Even then my body is moving on instinct, what feels good and what could feel better. Her purple mane wrapped around my wrists and gripped between my hands which I had pulled behind my back; she looked up at me with sparkling eyes and lips vacuum sealed to my pelvis. Mascara tears long since stained down her white muzzle and lipstick smeared past the borders of her mouth, most of it smushed around the base of my cock and a few perfect kiss marks peppered on each of my throbbing cum factories she’d lovingly applied before. While the constant clenching of her tight, warm throat around my shaft was a treat by itself we needed to finish this sometime soon.
Thrusting forward I pushed her head back though she didn’t go without a fight, sucking as hard as she could to keep me in her throat but it’s not like I was trying to pull out yet. Giving her some slack with the locks of mane in my grip, I swung my hands in a steadily increasing rhythm in tandem with my hips to give her the proper ending to this throat fucking that she deserved after this latest performance. Spittle and slight amounts of mucus as her nose had started running with a fresh helping of tears from the pounding her face was receiving only helped to speed the process along. This was a workout I’d never get tired of even with this burning in my thighs; it only made me wanna go faster, fuck her face harder till the slobber flung around from her mouth, what parts of my shaft vacated before plunging back in, my pendulous nuts all accompanied by the obscene *gawk gawk gawk* of her throat the encouragement I needed to finish in explosive fashion. Just the way she liked it.
Her gagging and coughing only spurred me on, my fat balls clenching in preparation for the torrent of cum I was gonna feed her. Funny how even with her drool drenching my nuts and with how hard they slammed into her throat it didn’t bring any discomfort, just added to the rapid tattoo of lust I was beating out of her. Finally all the tension came to a head, my own breath letting itself out in a long, contented groan from the feeling of my load rushing through me and into her. Having slammed myself with a wet smack all the way to the base I tried not to pull too hard on her mane, but mid-orgasm it was almost impossible to focus. As the first few ropes splattered their way into her stomach I drew in a fresh breath I didn’t know I needed as my hands stopped pulling on her mane, but just as I’d expected she held herself in place while staying focused on swallowing the latest prodigal load she fucked out of me. We stayed in the same position for a good few minutes as she didn’t want any sperm to stain the carpet or cushions after all, that and there was no way she’d pull herself off till I finished giving her the complete load she worked her throat raw to earn. With the last few spurts trickling down to what would be considered a normal ejaculation, she pulled back until her lips trapped the end of my tip.
What a cum hungry whore, even after all the seed that made her belly bulge out she wouldn’t let even a drop of it escape. While it certainly made my balls tingle knowing I could go another couple rounds with her, we both knew she had a busy day tomorrow so I finally let her mane fall from around my wrists as I gently but firmly grabbed her muzzle and pulled my tip off her with a satisfying *pop*. With sex clouded eyes she tilted her head up to give me slightly dazed look, after a few seconds of me lightly smirking down at her the look passed from her face. After trying to get her breathing down to normal, she gently cleared her throat before trying to speak.
“-wa… wa” she tried unsuccessfully, but knowing what she wanted I made my way to her kitchen to grab a glass of cool water. In the few moments before I stood in front of her again a wicked idea crossed my mind, one I knew the little cumslut wouldn’t object to. Standing in front of her with the glass in my hand she raised her hooves up expectantly but relief wouldn’t be given so easily. Smiling down at her, she quirked a once finely styled eyebrow which hadn’t escaped the debaucherous throat swabbing. Placing my tip back on her pillowy lips, a slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and lightly parted her lips for me. With that done I began slowly tipping the glass of water to trickle down my shaft much like my cum had. As the water trailed down my shaft to her full, pouty lips, it cleaned up what remained of her slobber and delivered it right back to it’s creator. The cool water didn’t bother me as much as I thought it might, after a few seconds I had finished pouring what water was left in the glass.
“Butter Squash.” With me saying our safe word Rarity nearly collapsed on her coffee table I’d been fucking her by, one hoof on the glass of the table and the other by a leg keeping her steady. “That was, a nice touch with the, the water at the end.” She stuttered out, while her breathing was much steadier than before she’d be having a tough time speaking over the next few minutes. After setting the glass cup on the table, I made my way back to her kitchen to grab the pitcher of water she set aside and another glass for myself. Refilling her glass and pouring some for myself I placed the pitcher on the little table and sat on her couch. While I was certainly drenched in sweat from the workout we both put ourselves through, she’d told me before that it was still easier getting the sweat and smell out of the furniture than cum so I didn’t feel too guilty resting my plump ass down.
Finishing my water, I set the glass down by my leg and stretch my arms up. A weighty sigh escapes my chest, stiff nipples and perky tits settle down as my body begins to relax. Rarity works her way onto the couch and chooses to lean against me instead of the coffee table. Reaching behind my head I let my hair down from the bun I placed it in to keep from flailing everywhere during the throat fucking. As my silver hair fell over my breasts and kinda covered my nipples I placed my left arm over Rarity’s withers, snaking my hand up her mane to lightly scratch and massage her scalp. From her gentle moaning I knew she appreciated the treatment, especially after the way I treated her mane. She levitated the pitcher toward us to refill her cup, and with a questioningly look my way I leaned down to grab my cup for her to refill as well. With that done and the now empty pitcher back on the little table we took our time to sip it down, my hand not stopping it’s gentle ministrations.
“Have I ever told you how long it takes to do my hair?” A faint smile touches my lip as I finish my glass to reply. “Only every time I ruin it.” A small giggle, I could tell she wasn’t really upset. It was just part of the game we liked to play. With our thirst taken care of she lays her head on my lap and flutters her eyes at me. “Carry me?” Fully amused that she thinks she had to charm me, while also knowing it was just how she was, I shift one arm just under what could only be described as a marshmallow ass and the other by her neck I lift both of us off her couch. Knowing the way to her room I climbed up the stairs while she wrapped her forehooves around my neck and nuzzled my cheek. Without having to ask she opened the door to her bedroom and closed it once we passed, doing the same yet again when we reached her bathroom. As I stood by her bathtub cradling Rarity in my arms she went about turning on the faucet to her preferred temperature. Carefully stepping into the shower spray, minding my footing I safely brought us both into the tub and set her down.
Pressing her back into me she levitates a bottle by my head, though before I grab it from her hold I tenderly wipe what remained of the ruined mascara and lipstick to which she smiled back at me. Grabbing the bottle I poured a measured helping into my hands and set about her hair routine that she’d painstakingly explained to me before. While I could never stick to such a lengthy routine myself it definitely paid off for her in the end, the only other mare I knew who took care of her hair half as much was Fluttershy. She’d convinced me to do a small part of her routine though she didn’t press too much as she knew I wouldn’t follow up on the whole regiment, but what little I did had a noticeable effect on my hair. Working through the hair routine and straight into her body, I paid extra attention to the outer wall and frogs of her hooves knowing she’d been holding herself up on them the whole time we had our fun. Pressing a kiss to her temple as she quietly whimpered from the pampering she melted in my arms, I finished cleaning her body and lifted her out of the tub.
Scrubbing my own body down I shut the water off just as she finished drying herself off, she unwrapped her mane from a towel and grabbed her blow dryer. Eyeing me up from the mirror as I toweled myself off, her magic lightly gripped my hand as she led me to her seat to set about drying my hair off. When we were both finished I get dressed in some spare clothes she kept in her room for me, then knowing she wouldn't want the princess treatment to end I lifted her up once again and carried her to bed. After tucking her in, I leaned down to kiss her goodnight, though I had to seriously stop myself from licking the tip of her horn before I left. She’d have pleasant dreams about me already, no need to rile her up any more after she was this relaxed and ready to sleep. That would be cruel, and while I don’t mind my fair share of teasing no need to go too far.
“Goodnight princess, and good luck tomorrow.” By now she was struggling to keep her eyes open, turning her face to cover her yawn in the sheets. “G’night.” She sighs out, and like that she was asleep. Trying not to make much noise as I opened and closed her door, the stench of stale sweat and sex hit me on my way down the stairs. Wrinkling my nose and making a face, I look around for any small window I could leave open to air out the place. Ponyville being how it is I knew no one would try to climb through. Passing the damp cushions of the couch I knew most of the scent would lead from there, but also knowing the Unicorn magic could clear up the smell easily I didn’t let it bother me for long as I made my way out of the boutique and locked the door. Just cuz’ everyone was friendly doesn’t mean I should throw out common sense and Rarity’s privacy. With that business done, and one more great sigh, I make my way home through Ponyville’s moonlit streets.
Author's Note
First story I felt like publishing, gonna keep working on it if enough people like it. I plan to keep the sex stuff constant but I also wanna take it in a ridiculous direction with some fighting action but I'm not sure on the last part. Also don't really have a cover image in mind, sorry bout that.
Waking up in my bed the morning after my fun time with Rarity, I was unbelievably comfortable and not quite ready to wake up. Rubbing my eyes, I peered over at a calendar I kept by the door for reminders. Seeing a circle with an exclamation mark I knew that Twilight wouldn’t let me stay in bed all day, with a final stretch of all my limbs I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Looking through a drawer for today’s clothes I set about dressing myself, taking a closer look at the calendar for the details and not just to know I’d be busy. Seeing the words checkup, and also bakery underneath it, I figured helping Pinkie after the checkup would cheer me up. Not that I’d be particularly down but Pinkie knew others better than they knew themselves, so she’d notice I wasn’t lively after Twilight’s checkups a long time ago. Kinda why I made a reminder to myself to visit. Moving aside the curtains I opened the window and made my way out of the room. Twilight had been nice enough to give me, one of the reasons I agree to a lot of her requests.
A pleasant scent met my nose on the way down the stairs. Taking a moment to look around the library, I smile to myself in anticipation of the meal Spike had prepared for breakfast. As I entered the room Twilight looked about done with her meal, Spike having finished his own and getting started on his dishes. Twilight looks up from her forkful of hashbrowns and perked up, always excited for these checkups more than myself.
“Goodmorning Twilight. Goodmorning Spike, breakfast smells great, you never disappoint.” Pulling out an empty chair I scoop the leftover hashbrowns, pancakes, fruit slices and buttered toast. While the toast wasn’t fresh out it was still good, ripping pieces out and scooping hashbrowns with it. “Goodmorning Alex, I was about to send Spike up to get you in the next 5 minutes if you hadn't woken up.” Finishing the remains of her plate she floated the plates to the counter for Spike to clean, who had moved to the toaster and put new bread slices for me. “ I’ll be down in the basement getting everything ready for us. Take your time but don’t keep me waiting please.” With that bit of contradicting instructions out of the way she left the kitchen. Looking to Spike, wearing his white frilly apron wrapped around his torso, he carried a small plate with fresh toast, plenty of butter slathered on for my enjoyment. Grabbing the plate from his claws I gave him a kiss just above his eyes, being sure to exaggerate the kissing noise to convey my appreciation. “Thanks Spike, you’re the best.” Seeing his cheeks glow with a hint of blush, he accepts my thanks on his way back to the sink to clean Twilight’s plate, tail wagging to and fro. “No problem Alex, it’s no trouble.”
While he tries to hide the emotion in his voice he can’t quite get his natural body's reactions under control, not that he himself notices. Working on my breakfast I make sure to properly savor not only the meal, but the spectacular view before me in the shape of Spike from behind. While shorter than a pony though not by much, I’ve been assured by nearly everyone that Spike is, in fact, a legal adult. His lithe frame gave him a more feminine figure, along with thighs that looked softer than they had a right to be made out of scales and all, not to mention the object of my focus. It practically demanded my attention, that full pudgy ass begging to be spanked just to watch the way it jiggled. With his tail still wagging back and forth that ass wasn’t staying still, whispering to my pervy mind just how much it would move with a proper motivator. Not wanting to risk Twilight getting impatient with me I hurry to finish my plate, setting it on the counter. Peeking out the kitchen to where the basement door stood, I took the chance to get behind Spike and wrapped my arms around his generous waist, being sure to press his ass against my crotch and slowly gyrating our hips.
A squeaky gasp rushes from his lips, turning to mewls and purrs from his soft ass rubbing my twitching cock. Kissing my way from his neck to his cheeks I can’t help teasing the femboy some more, rubbing my index and middle fingers along his lips. Like the good boy he is, his tongue sticks out to lick at my fingers, and for his reward I push them into his mouth after switching to my middle and ring finger for more thrusting power, to massage his slimy muscle. Angling my hand up tips his head back where I can look him in the eye as I go about finger fucking his mouth. Wanting to push him a bit further to test if he’d been practicing like he said he would, I reach further into his mouth aiming to at least feel the beginning of his throat. Closing his eyes, holding his breath, he focused all he could on not having an accident in the kitchen. Not because he’d make a mess for him to clean, but because he wanted to prove he could now handle more of my cock.
He was making progress, nowhere near Rarity’s level but few could match her love of being roughly facefucked, but I promised him we’d get there one day and he deserved a reward. Not right now as I’m sure Twilight was close to finishing her preparations so I’d save it for later. I kiss his temples and sweetly whisper to him, “I’m gonna finger your throat now, take a deep breath. Remember, don’t be afraid to gag and try to fight it, that’s exactly what I want to feel around my cock when I fuck your face later, ok?” I wait for him to take his breath, steady himself and open his eyes. There was a quiet resolve in those emerald eyes, and a hint of whimsy conveyed not just through his eyes but that shapely ass he made sure to grind on me. Smirking at his playful attitude, I felt he needed a reminder who was in charge. Clamping my arm around his waist tighter than before, I spat in his mouth to give me a bit of lube in addition to his own saliva. A quick look of shock replaces his steadfast stare, though that too falls away as he shuts his eyes and his face scrunches up to focus. Having my way with his throat, my fingers stimulate his glands and more saliva forms . With the rough treatment he was being subjected to he quickly starts to gag, the walls of his throat clenching around my fingers. With the rapid thrusting of my fingers the saliva foamed and thickened; taking on a more slimy texture making the finger fucking that much slicker, a furious schlicking bouncing off the kitchen walls.
“Relax, you’re doing so good.” Kissing his face I snake my hand from his waist up to his neck and slowly rub his throat. The gagging increases with the amount of thick drool now pouring over his mouth, lewdly splatters over my hand and the top of his apron; just another reason I angled him back. “Good boy, Spike. I think you’re really ready for a proper throat fucking. I’ll try to find time for you, with any luck Twilight will have to go off on another adventure in the next few days. We’ll have the whole house to ourselves, picture it Spike. An empty house, a full day with your throat and my cock bumping and grinding.” With that being said I slow down the fingering gradually to not upset his concentration, finally lifting the slimy appendages from his mouth. My cock could not be harder, having been staring into the throbbing drool filled fuck hole I had the pleasure of finger fucking. Closing his mouth and holding it closed with my drenched hand, I tell him “Swallow it.” With slow, but surprisingly steady gulps he drinks the foamy slime down. Popping open his eyes to see me, I take my hand away for him to show me his empty mouth, sticking his tongue out for good measure. Turning his body to face me, I bend down to lick the drool from his neck up to his hanging tongue; pushing it back into his mouth, now holding his head between my hands as we twist and turn our tongues together.
Before I become absorbed in making out with this loveable dragon I force myself away, hot clouds of breath puffing out in our faces. Reaching around and patting his ass I wipe my dripping hand on his face to clean off the slobber. “Take your time cleaning up Spike, we’ll probably be down there the next half-hour if the other check-ups have anything to say.” As he slowly drops to his knees, overwhelmed by his treatment and more horny than I’ve seen him if that cute bulge poking his apron out and sticking to him said anything. Leaving him in the kitchen to recover and clean himself up, the door to the basement slowly begins to open. Nearly jumping to the door so Twilight doesn’t see anything, I see no one behind the door but the soft glow of magic surrounding the doorknob. Sighing to myself that Twilight was too lazy to walk up the stairs and open the door herself, I still pressed myself between the open space of the door and the wall and quickly closed the door behind me, making sure to lock it. At the door closing Twilight turns from her clipboard, no doubt with a checklist we’ll work through for the check-up. “Oh, good. I was about to call out to you to ask what was taking so long.” With a small grin on her face, lightly prancing in place she begins to levitate everything into place from beakers to needles, small blades and strips of various materials.
Holding in a strangled sigh, I mentally prepare myself for the new and repeated tests she thought up for this month. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Just making sure I enjoy the meal Spike made.” Knowing some of these tests would need me naked I figured that taking all my clothes off is the first thing to do. While I undress Twilight makes a check on her little list, not one to let even something munade escape her list. Though the small pout on her face brought a smile to mine. “Eager to get started I see. A bit too eager, we skipped the first few checks.” Not really my fault, if getting undressed wasn’t the first thing on the list she should tell me what kind of tests we’d be doing beforehand.
About half-an-hour later I was sporting various cuts, bruises and burns; the more severe had healed rather quickly while others took their time, though admittedly much quicker than they had any right to. “Fascinating as always Alex. I still can’t believe how your body self-regulates and decides which injury takes priority. Not to mention you claim this isn’t your natural recovery speed.” Focusing on slowing my heart rate, sweat dripped down my body from the pain. One of the reasons I agreed to these tests are me also wanting to know the new limits of my body ever since I popped into Equestria, the other being I know she doesn’t take enjoyment from inflicting pain; it really is only about science for her and learning about a new species and what we can do. I’ve of course told her that whatever is in the air here, which she long since explained was the ambient magic field, had changed my body and any data she gathered on my species is heavily exaggerated. She’s accepted that she won’t have perfectly accurate results on my species as a whole in favor of having accurate data for any other would-be-humans that might also be transported to Equestria. Fat chance of that happening, and honestly I hope it never does. While there’s plenty of warm, cuddly and loving creatures to go around I have no desire to share, even with one of my own.
“Well, with all those other tests out of the way let’s get on with your favorite.” As she’s saying this a container looking around the size of 3 liters is floated over to me on her magic. With a quick cast of magic a fast cooling lube is applied to my limp junk, and honestly it isn’t helping to get it up any more than the light torture I endured. While I don’t mind a bit of pain in the bedroom, that’s in the moment when my brain is translating it to pleasure. With surgical precision her magic lifts my head and pulls away the foreskin as she vibrates the glans. The lube is spread to the exposed head and along with the vibration the lube warms up, replacing the cool sensation. With this new change my cock twitches to life and slowly enlarges, grudgingly if anything. There’s a reason I don’t enjoy these check-ups, apart from the various tests and it has to do with these ‘sample gatherings’ Twilight insists I enjoy so much. Really, I’m sure she’s the only one who enjoys this, and not even in an erotic sense. With her there’s no passion, no love or even affection. It’s all clinical and for the sake of running other tests on my semen for any experiments she could think up, but it’s basically the only way I can get myself reliably tested for any pony STI’s I might one day contract. Not to say me and my various lovers aren’t taking care of ourselves and cleaning when needed, but better safe than sorry.
Looking down to the container floating near the tip of my penis, I mused about the fact that if this was Rarity, Pinkie, AJ or Spike that container couldn’t dream of holding all the sperm I could pump out. With her glow of magic forming a ring around the frenulum it pushed its way down my shaft, once it met my pelvis it pumped itself back to the tip where it once again makes its way down and repeats itself vibrating all the time. “Impressive size as always Alex, I really have no idea how my friends handle it.” The edge of my lips lifted a bit, knowing this was barely half of what it could reach but if I ever told her about it she’d try everything she could to get the full measurements out. After being intimate with each of my lovers I made sure to ask them not to tell her just what I could do or put out to avoid what I could only see as a drawn out sexual torture that wouldn’t end no matter how or what she did to force it out. Not wanting this to last any longer than it needed to I focused on my core and the vibration travelling up and down, from pelvis to tip. Willing my testicles to produce a load as fast as possible, within 5 minutes of her starting her treatment of my penis I felt the beginning of it shift toward the back of my urethra where it slowly surged itself out the tip. With a little “Oh!” Twilight brings the container closer so as to not spill a drop, the magic field working itself faster while constricting just a smidge tighter to squeeze out as much as possible. The container slowly filled with sperm, edging closer to the 2-and-a-half liter mark. “Wow, more than last time. We really need to determine just what it is that decides the size of your sperm output, it isn’t as consistent as I’d like.” Her eyes glued to where my tip meets the container, barely paying me any mind other than as the supplier of her latest samples.
Honestly the larger than average load, in front of Twilight anyways, probably had to do more with the frisky time I had with Spike before getting to the basement. Note to self, don’t get frisky before these check-ups. No need to get Twilight riled up with better or otherwise enhanced results. With the flow of sperm slowly drying up, Twilight wasn’t one to let a single drop be left untapped. Pushing the ring of magic back to my base she shrunk the field to what was bordering on uncomfortable to painful in strength. With my body now being what it is, my penis was able to strengthen itself enough where the pressure eased up a bit and all without Twilight noticing with her magic. Some few drops were forced out, Twilight having a look of concentration like one would when trying to squeeze every drop out of some citrus fruit. As the last drop hit the rim and slid down into the container she, at last, dropped her magic field allowing my thoroughly juiced penis to fall limp and retract in size. Exhausted barely covers how I feel, and the only thing keeping me going is the thought of seeing Pinkie soon. Twilight had already carried the near full container over to her workspace where various tubes, burners, beakers and vials were set in ways only she knew how to work. Nearly forgetting about me already after getting what she wanted, she absentmindedly waved her hoof behind her head and called out, “As always it’ll take me anywhere from 2 to 3 days to tell you if there’s been any changes to your sperm. I’ll be sure to let you know if anything pops up.” With all this unpleasant business taken care of I gathered up my folded clothes from where I had placed them and dressed myself to get the hell out of there. Not that Spike would mind me walking around the house in the nude, I had another bootylicious creature to spend time with and I did not want to keep her waiting if I could help it.
Author's Note
Got this out as quick as I could after the positive reaction it received, thank you to everyone who added it to their favorites and tracking. I can't go to everyone's profiles and leave a message but I honestly appreciate everyone who does. Thank you again and I'll try to work on the next chapter soon.
Author's Note
This was a very long chapter, I just didn't feel there was a good enough spot to end on. Anyways, chapters will be released once a week, they'll be longer than the first two but honestly I don't think they'll be as long as this one, it kinds just got away from me. Again, thanks to everyone for reading and adding to your various lists and such. It means a lot to me and pushes me to improve on my writing.
Joyful Aftercare
Closing the basement door behind, I find myself leaning against it not quite fully recovered from Twilight’s treatment. It’s gotten better since the first few times she’s done this, but that was only after her friends and I sat down and had a lengthy conversation about it. Still don’t enjoy the light torture but she has given me plenty of information on the changes my body has gone through. It’ll take a few days but she’ll go back to being more friendly after going through the latest batch of data and samples. Going over to the kitchen I checked inside to see if Spike was still around or if he finished cleaning up. Sadly, no thicc femboy in the room so I turned around to head for the front door. Before I could grab the knob I heard some footsteps coming down the staircase, and as the only other creature in this place that had feet instead of hooves I turned to face Spike with a smile.
To my clear surprise he had something a little extra on today, a cute purple skirt to go with his scales. Perking up at my reaction, he made the final step off the staircase and did a little twirl for me. This dragon was more pervy than I gave him credit for as that little display let him lift his tail and flash me; he was wearing a pair of panties in a tasteful shade of green to match the color scheme of his outfit. But more than that, as he showed off his ass I caught sight of an interesting protrusion nestled between his cheeks. When he oriented himself around fully to me I beckoned him closer with a lazy wave of my hand, a cute smile breaking out across his face when he stepped up within my reach. With his head just about below my boobs I wrapped an arm around his neck, I leaned down just a smidge and pulled him in to squish his head between the pair. He leaned up on his tippy toes and wrapped his arms around my waist, shaking his head from side to side.
Giving him a minute or two to enjoy himself, and to relish the feeling myself, I used my free hand to stretch around and give his clothed ass a sharp slap. A clearly feminine moan echoed in between my chest, his legs twitching for a moment along with a little shiver moving up his tail to end in a flick at the tip. Feeling more confident after my treatment of his tush he unwrapped his arms and groped my tits, squeezing them around his face. Giggling at his antics, and with life miraculously returning to my dick, I rub the spot I slapped which soon shifted to full on shameless groping, taking my time to really savor the sensation filling my hand more than to soothe the sore spot. Taking the time to enjoy ourselves, though I knew it had to end, lest I take the cutie by the door and risk breaking it down. “Come on you little tease, I gotta go meet up with Pinkie at the bakery. I’m sure she’ll enjoy you joining us as much as I will.” As much as it pained me I had to let go of his ass to open the door, my grip around his neck easing up and letting him get some air, not that I’m sure he minded. With a cute and lovable femboy by my side, one arm back around my waist, the other hand gripping my own hanging by his neck; crazy what a bouncy, touchy-feely femboy can do help me do a 180 on my mental state, that and being on my way to see a lover my mood was already massively improved to what it was not 5 minutes ago.
It was a pretty nice day all things considered, the sunlight wasn’t very harsh but it might’ve had to do with the healthy covering of clouds in the sky. With a gentle breeze blowing Spike learned his first lesson on wearing the appropriate clothing with the appropriate weather. With our walk into town he was having some trouble with his skirt fluttering with the wind, and while he seemed to have no problem flashing himself to me, flashing the whole town was not on his list of things to do. Even with the few seconds it took for him to fight his skirt down from the breeze, I noticed a few looks sent Spike’s way. As such I felt it only necessary to place my hand around his wide hips and keep the skirt from flipping and showing off his goods to any passerby. After all, that toy tucked up his pucker was for mine and my other lover's eyes only. Anyone who wanted a piece of this femboy would have to go through us first, and I made sure to make that clear with my possessive grip on his hips. While I might’ve been worried how Spike would take this sort of aggressive handling, all that disappeared the moment he shyly grabbed my wrist and, not so subtly, moved it down to lay on his ass cheek instead of his hips. That set my worries at ease, and with a firm squeeze of that juicy bottom we continued on our way, though we found ourselves in the open stalled farmer’s market.
Meandering through the various stalls and the subsequent crowd gathered to view and shop, I decided to make a short stop on our way to the bakery. With a tightened grip of femmy dragon booty I practically carried Spike through the crowd by the seat of his skirt to ensure he wouldn’t get lost. If I had thought about it, at that point I might as well have lifted him onto my shoulder, but that could lead to more unwanted flashing so maybe it’s a good thing I didn’t. While I led us to a specific apple themed stall there wasn’t much of a struggle getting through the crowd. Being a head and some above even the tallest Earth ponies had its perks, as well as having more than double their body mass. I wasn’t particularly overweight, but Twilight had determined that my bones, muscle, basically everything about my body was more dense than a pony’s. I had taken up exercising and helping out at the Apple’s farm whenever I had free time and it had done my body wonders. Honestly, actual wonders as I had a feeling there was no way gaining this much muscle and body strength would have happened back on Earth. Then again I wasn’t one to complain, this new and improved body of mine had more than enough useful qualities. I don’t know how my sex life was back on Earth, what with some fuzzy haze over key memories, but it definitely couldn’t top what I had here with my pony and dragon lovers. A nigh unstoppable libido, I haven’t had a chance to actually test just how many times in a row I could go with my lovers but that was something I was determined to one day find out. A plan in the making, and one for the future on a day we could all take off to enjoy a full day of drowning in carnal pleasure and passionate love with each other.
Just thinking about it brought a lecherous grin to my face, one Spike was quick to point out by reaching up and poking my cheek. With my thought bubble thoroughly popped I focused back in the moment and getting to the Apple family stall to pay a quick visit to Applejack. With my head a good bit above the crowd I spotted the telltale Apple sign and guided my femboy in the right direction through the mass of ponies. Coming up to the stall I could finally see that the pony at the stall in question was not, in fact, Applejack. It turned out to be her little sister Applebloom occupying the stall and tending to customers vying for her family’s famous apples and apple related products. Standing off a little to the side Spike and I patiently waited for the young Apple to be done with business before stepping closer to speak. Handling the last transaction, she politely waved the last customer off as she turned to us. “Thank you very much, feel free to come back again. Heyya Spike, Alex. Ya lookin’ for Applejack?” The young mare was in a good mood, all the Apple’s tended to be morning people on account of their family business.
“Yup, you have any idea where she is? It’s not anything urgent, just wanted to stop by on our way to Sugarcube Corner. Also, while we’re here, what do you think about Spike’s outfit? Pretty cute, right?” Taking Spike’s hands I lifted them up above his head and helped him give a more modest twirl than the one he’d given me back at the library. While an adorable blush was working its way up his neck to his cheeks, it didn’t stop him from giving a nervous little giggle at the treatment. Applebloom also wasn’t bothered by the public display, Ponyville being pretty accepting from what I’ve seen so far the past few months. Raising a hoof to her mouth while she giggled good naturdley along with Spike, Applebloom offered some advice for him. “Lookin pretty good there Spike, I reckon one of my bows would look awfully nice after you brush your spikes down. Think you’d be interested in dressin’ up with me and Sweetie one o’these days over at Rare’s?” Spike seemed to lose what little nervousness he had at the situation, his face glowing up at the prospect of trying on various outfits with the two young mares. He seemed to be thinking about ideas for outfits going off the dreaming look on his face, I’m happy for him. While I doubt Twilight would judge her own younger brother or even insult him for it, it was a big step going through a town full of ponies who’d known him for years. Then again the ponies in town didn’t seem to care at all how he dressed himself if he dressed up at all, rather some of them had even seemed interested during our earlier walk to the market. Too bad for them, they had a good year or two to snag him and now he’s mine. Well, ours really. I think they called it a herd, and we were all for sharing each other.
With Spike lost in his own thoughts, much like I had earlier, I nudged him with my hips to get his attention back to the present. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts of his daydreams, he was quick to smile back at Applebloom. “That would be great, thanks Bloom!” The shortstack was practically jumping in place from barely contained excitement, enough that he resembled who we planned on meeting up with shortly. While she didn’t want to be rude, I caught Bloom peeking down at his shifting skirt as it was gently jostled from his prancing in place. Wanting to give her a little bit of a show as thanks for getting Spike into such a happy mood, I timed his rhythm and, picking my moment after looking around to see if anyone was looking our way, pressed two fingers in between his cheeks and applied a bit of pressure to his buttplug. Spike let out an adorable yelp, actually jumping up from the surprise and inadvertently lifting his skirt. Applebloom got a full frontal view of his little cock twitching from the surprise anal stimulation, biting her bottom lip, uttering a quiet, “umph.” at the eyeful. Spike settled down quickly, lightly slapping my stomach out of embarrassment and taking a look around to see if anyone else had taken notice. With a wink to Bloom my arm took its place back around his waist and my hand got a squeeze from his ass. “Alright we’ll be going now, Bloom. Let your sis know we said hi, and to let me know when she has some free time.” Before we could turn around and walk away Bloom stops us. “Actually she should be free this afternoon. I had to take care of the stall today ‘cuz it was Mac’s turn in the far east orchard and AJ had to deliver some special order to the Rich’s. Should be free after the delivery all afternoon, s’far as I know. An’I’ll be spending time with Scoots and Sweetie after I head back to the farm for a shower, so you should have plenty of time with AJ.” Bouncing her eyebrows at me in a very unsubtle fashion, nonetheless I gave her a thumbs up and a genuine thanks, a friendly smile on my face as Spike and I got on our way to Sugarcube Corner.
The closer we got to the bakery the less crowded it became, with more space the worry of losing my dragon lover lessened, and thus my grip on his ass slackened and wandered back up to his hips. He didn’t seem to like that as he shot a cute pout my way, chuckling to myself over his antics and patted his bottom and returned my hand to his hips. “Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for that when we get some alone time with Pinkie.” Though I assured him of some butt loving in his near future it didn’t lessen the pout he had on those dick sucking lips of his. I pulled him into me so we were standing hip to hip, or rather hip to stomach in his case, and rubbed his sides in an effort to cheer him up. Wrapping his arms around me and leaning into my sides he nuzzles up against me, letting me know it was just light teasing on his part. Probably from prodding his plug back at the market, but the bratty dragon knows I’ll return any attitude he gives into fuel for the pounding he’s gonna get. Sighing, I think to myself, it really is difficult handling such a bratty femboy. Leaning back slightly, I decide it’s all worth it as I watch his ass bounce his skirt with every step he takes. Enjoying my walk with Spike through the town, it wasn’t long before we arrived at our destination for today. I don’t think I could ever look at the building without feeling a phantom pain in my teeth, even with the now perfect set of teeth I have. Remembering specific things is still difficult, but the hint of pain from my jaws tells me I didn’t have the pearly whites I do now in this world. Just another miracle arriving in this world has given me.
Approaching the door I noticed it wasn’t too crowded, looking at the sign hanging by the window it read that today was an early day for the store. Seems Pinkie, being Pinkie, had planned ahead of time to spend as much of the day as she could get away with on our special way of relaxation. She really did know just what to do to bring a smile to the faces of her friends. Opening the door and letting Spike walk in first just to have another excuse to stare at his ass, we made our way towards the counter. Looking around for any free booths to wait out the store's open hours I see maybe 4 ponies in total, and even they looked about ready to leave. It is a little after 2 in the afternoon, and the sign had said they’d be closing at 3 today for personal reasons so I guess most customers decided to wait until tomorrow for any custom orders or sweets. At the counter now I don’t see Pinkie around, instead there was a pony I don’t recognize organizing the back counter and cleaning up any minor spills. The pony had a baby blue coat with pastel red hair, an Earth Pony with a bag of flour and rolling pin cutie mark, looking like a younger Mrs. Cake, she didn’t pick up on our presence until she turned back around. A small gasp was heard, and for a second I swear I saw a flash of fear in her eyes, but that was quickly replaced with a friendly smile and the fear gone from her eyes. Honestly it was unnerving how fast she changed expressions, while I hadn’t been in pony land for a long time I’ve come to recognize how open and expressive they all were. Meeting one who could control their emotions seemed kind of wrong, but it could just be that the ponies in Ponyville were just very open and friendly. She could be from out of town, and maybe where she lived they had to be more guarded with their emotions. Who knows, I’ll let this bit of paranoia pass, it’s probably not healthy to hold onto doubt.
With a friendly smile I greeted the new pony. “Hello, we’re looking for Pinkie Pie. Is she in the back by any chance?” While the pony had recovered from her moment of shock it took her a second to respond to me, almost like she didn’t hear me clearly. “Uh, yes. Sorry about that, I didn’t hear you walking up. I’ll go get Ms. Pinkie right now.” Walking to the kitchen the pony seemed to be moving a bit awkwardly, but maybe I’m reading way too into this. It just seemed like a lot of red flags were popping up and I couldn’t ignore them. Spike had been looking at the menu and now was squatting, perusing the selections behind the glass displays. “Hey, not to be rude or anything but did that new employee seem a bit, off?” Twisting his head to look at me, he had a hint of confusion in his eyes.”Uh, what new employee? Weren’t you talking to Pinkie? ‘Cuz I didn’t see anyone at the counter.” Now those red flags were looking like floodlights, how did Spike not see her? It’s not like she was hiding, she was very obviously at the counter cleaning. I’m pretty sure Spike saw her, if he had been looking at the menu she was practically under it. Before I could continue down this rabbit hole Pinkie pronked her way out the kitchen, the new pony right behind her though this time she seemed a bit hesitant going back to the counter. “Hiya Alex, Spike! What great timing you two have I just got done with the last custom orders and we’ll be closing soon. Oooooh! Have you met our new employee?!” With her usual bubbly energy the pink mare glomps the new pony and inhales to resume her fast paced introduction, but suddenly stops, her face a mask of confusion. “Uhhh, super awkward and I’m really sorry about this, but what’s your name again?”
With that final tidbit I felt myself heating up. Pinkie would never forget the name of someone she just met, as weird as that sounds. Sure, she can be an airhead at times but when it comes to making friends Pinkie was an expert and her memory rarely failed her. I wanted to get upset, but didn’t want to make a scene in Pinkie’s workplace. Looking between Pinkie and the new mare, I felt a strange sensation, like a veil in the corner of my eye. Testing it out, I looked from side to side until I was able to pin it down. Whenever the new mare was out of my vision it’s like a smooth hazy field, like there was fog where she’s standing. The more I did this, the more I questioned why I was doing it. I tried to focus back on the current conversation, but willed myself to make a note about this before it slipped my mind completely. Something was wrong about this mare, this was some kind of magic she had to be using to have this effect on everyone. Don’t know why she wanted to do something like that but I had a feeling I’d find out. I tuned back into the conversation as Pinkie was introducing the mare to us. “-is Powder Blush, recent hire to Sugarcube Corner. Mrs.Cake introduced her to help out while she and the Mr. were away on their business trip. She’s been a great help so far taking care of the front while I take care of the baking in the back. Speaking of, it’s all done so we can head upstairs now when you two are ready.”
With nothing else we planned to do, other than Spike who looked like he had wanted a pastry, we all headed for the stairs that led up the Pinkie’s and the Cakes residential area. With our departure the other customers took it as their cue to also leave the store. Taking the first step up, I look back at Powder Blush and notice her trying to avoid looking at me. “It was nice meeting you Powder Blush, we’ll have to get to know each other next time.” With what I could see was an uncomfortable smile, she waved me off as politely as she could. Committing all that had happened to memory, I found my thoughts getting fuzzy the second she was no longer in my line of sight. I dug a fingernail into the soft flesh of my palm, reciting to myself the details of the strange mare and the effect that seemingly surrounded her. Following Pinkie to her room, not even the view of Spike’s ass straining his panties could get my mind off the encounter. As soon as the door was closed I grabbed Spike and turned him around, what I’m sure was a pained expression on my face from the worried one on his. Before he could speak up I knew I had to get him to write a letter to Twilight. “Spike, listen to me and please don’t interrupt. I need you to write a letter to Twilight and you need to send it as soon as you can.” I searched Pinkie’s room for a quill, some ink and a piece of parchment for him to write down what I needed to remember. Pinkie herself was standing by her bed no longer pronking in place and looking very worried about me.
“Twilight, right now there is a new employee at the bakery who no one remembers. Pinkie forgot her name. That should be more than enough to tell you how serious this is, but more than that, I feel as if she has some magic covering the air around her as everyone seems to have trouble remembering who she is. Even now I feel there are details that have slipped my mind, it’s kind of like when I try remembering things from my world only not painful. If you have some spell that can counter this haze she has please, use it before entering the bakery from now on in case she’s there. I know how this all sounds paranoid but, there’s just this feeling I have that something isn’t right.”
“That’s all Spike, you can send it to Twilight now.” With the last of the letter written in Spike’s neat handwriting, he rolls up the parchment and sends it on his way with his dragon breath. “What was that all about, Alex? You made it sound like somepony was a threat? Was it someone you met recently?” Thinking on his words, I realize the image in my mind of an awkward, socially uncomfortable pony was far from threatening in and of itself. With a shock of realization, I couldn’t recall the name of this pony. I had just met her not 5 minutes ago and now I was struggling to recall any details about this pony that had seemed dangerous. The whole situation was starting to stress me out, and the blood dripping from my hand wasn’t helping. Excusing myself, I went to Pinkie’s personal bathroom to clean my hand and splash some water on my face to clear my mind. With the cool water came a clearing of my mind, the stress almost faded away with the cleansing. While drying my hands I heard the distinct sound of giggling behind the door. Cracking a smile, I felt the last bits of stress and worry fall away. There wasn’t any reason to be so tense, especially not while in the company of two very enjoyable creatures. Stepping through the door I find that Pinkie had decided to follow Spike’s example, as now she too had on a pair of panties, though hers had pale blue stripes. Similarly, there was a little extra poking through her panties just in between those two mountains she called her plot. Great minds do think alike.
Pinkie had been gently prodding Spike’s plug through his panties, the femboy unable to resist moaning though he had his face shoved into one of her pillows. Turning to me while keeping her hoof toying with him, she had quite the smile on her face, a smile that promised to give all three of us a great time. “So, are you sure the bakery will be fine?” Giving me a nonchalant wave of her free hoof, she beckoned me closer to the bubbly dragon booty on display. “Pssh, yeah no worries. We’re already closed and there’s no one downstairs, we can enjoy ourselves as much as we want. I even had Twilight soundproof my room so we can really go all out.” There was something about that statement that made me uneasy, like we were both forgetting something. I couldn’t think what it would be but it’s like there was a pebble in my shoe. A sharp slap was heard and another, higher pitched moan erupted from Spike and I decided whatever it was could be for after we had our fun.
Pinkie’s smile grew, if that was possible, as I stepped up to the bed and gave Spike’s ass a slap of my own I could feel myself getting swept up in the mood. With Pinkie moving his booty in front of me and my hand feeling it shake in my hand, the rising lust in the room had me in the mood with blood rushing and making itself at home in my cock. Pinkie shifted Spike onto his back and without preamble sat herself down on his face, letting out a soft gasp as his own hands found their way to her ass. Not wanting to be left out I palmed his pantied cheeks, enjoying spreading them as much as he no doubt enjoyed being spread. Leaning down I smushed my face getting into the space between his plug and the outline of his cute bulging balls. Motorboating him down there resulted in muffled groans beneath Pinkie’s prodigious pair of cakes, taking it a step further I licked up his rapidly turgid shaft. Licking up to the tip, a moist spot was beading and soaking through the cloth at his tip and I made sure to soak his panties further by circling his tip with my tongue. As he began leaking I clamped my lips around his bulge and sucked away, his muffled moans becoming louder with his hips thrusting upwards. Holding his chubby cheeks down while his dick twitched through the underwear I groped his ass, squeezing the ample flesh with vigor. Pulling my lips apart and letting his shaft fall out I couldn’t help but admire the spit and pre-soaked mass of flesh and panty.
With mercy and cruelty on my mind I pulled his panties down to let his dick flop on his stomach, a heaping helping of pre flowing over his tip and on his body. Setting the undies aside for now I brought his prick to reunite with my mouth without any obstructions, twirling my tongue around his leaking tip before once more taking it inside. Suckling on it, with rocking motions I worked it further in before I felt his tip hit the beginning of my throat. I can only hope his length grows over time, after all while he was an adult in pony society he is from a race that lives hundreds if not thousands of years. I do look forward to the future when he outgrows me, by then I’m sure he’ll develop an interest in being the dominant one. For now, I can only dream of being plowed while I suck his soul out through his dick. Wanting to give him something truly memorable I move my head around, wanting to get a good angle as I push my mouth further down, using my hand to lift his cherrysack into my hungry mouth. With both of my prizes in my steaming mouth I gave Spike an example on how controlling your gag reflex could feel for your lover, drool filling my mouth and leaking out and flowing on him. This time I let the little dragon pump his hips to his heart’s content, lasting a whole minute of rapid thrusting before he popped. The squirts splashed down my throat, a bit warmer than I thought but not uncomfortable or even unpleasant. Swallowing his final spurts I made sure to suck on him as I pulled back, a lewd *pop* as he came free of my mouth. His legs hung limp over the edge of the bed, though I did notice a little twitch of his foot.
Pinkie had been enjoying herself on top of the femboy, grinding away at his face the whole time. I didn’t worry too much over him needing air, what with the practice and skill he had shown me this morning. With my fellatio over and done with she removed herself from his head where he could get a breath of fresh air. Pinkie was quick to scoot over to the end of the bed and started working on removing my pants, a clear bulge nearly ripping them before she could get them off herself. With a *slap* my cock popped up and slapped her muzzle on its way to hit between my boobs. Shrugging, I took my shirt and bra off, preparing myself to lay some pipe to the bouncy pink mare and femboy dragon alike. Turning to face the mare, with her mouth already watering at the sight of my naked body, she wasted no time pouncing on my cock and gobbling up as much as she could. Working it down her throat in short order, she suckled it back to the tip and descended again till I was moving down to her stomach. Much like Rarity, Pinkie had no problem kissing my pelvis with the whole of my member; though she enjoyed giving head it wasn’t her favorite unlike the purple maned fashionista, no to Pinkie it was just a way to make her lovers feel good. Surprisingly she enjoyed good a ol’fashioned pounding in her pussy. I’ve gotten her a bit into anal but some preferences can’t be changed as she liked what she liked, and loved what she loved.
Bunching up her poofy, cotton candy-like mane in my hands I let her go to town getting me lubed up for Spike. The sloppy deepthroat really got me going, all that unbridled energy she had was put into ramming her head back and forth, coughs and gags not stopping but rather urging her to go faster. Really, I still can’t believe how lucky I was to get with all of them. Finishing up her prep she yanked herself off with a strangled gasp, strands of her spit connecting her mouth to my shaft hanging and drooping before ultimately falling on the carpet below. As she got her breathing under control she wasn’t done yet, evidently she really wanted to go the extra step by then shoving her muzzle in between Spike’s crack, using her teeth to tug the butt plug that he’d been wearing the whole day. Bringing life to the dragon, his legs instinctively raised themselves up, giving her more room as she pulled it out. Spitting the plug out of her mouth and on the bed, her muzzle reconnected with his taint and used what saliva was left in her mouth to sloppily tongue fuck his pucker. Quite easy at this point, as the removal of the plug had left his asshole just a bit gaped, more than enough room to shove her tongue in and wreak havoc on the boy’s insides.
Nearly unprepared, he knew what was in store for him but he had yet to receive this sort of attention, his claws flew to grip her mane in an effort to hold her back. A cute attempt, there was no stopping Pinkie when she got like this. All that was left to do was ride it out until she had her fun, and when that was over, just as he starts to recover from her oral assault, I’d be there to shove my cock and really give that pucker of his the stretching it deserved. I couldn’t tell how far her tongue pushed inside but from his dazed face it was deep in there. I felt Pinkie shouldn’t be kept from the carnal pleasure she’d been handing out, so reaching down I gripped her panties under her dock and pulled up, effectively giving her a wedgie and turning those panties into a thong with how her ass cheeks swallowed it up. Pulling on them to put small pressure to her pony pussy, her excitable tongue bath she’d been giving to Spike stuttered a bit. Pulling the now damp cloth to the side to give me access to her puffy pussy, I returned the treatment of a tongue bath in preparation of future activities.
This carried on for some time, the three of us giving and receiving oral. Precum was flowing from my cock and replaced the saliva Pinkie had so generously donated to keep me lubed up. Spanking her bubbly ass, she pulled out her tongue long enough to turn around and give me a questioning look. Standing up from my crouch, I gave myself a few pumps as a way to tell her it was time. Nodding excitedly she changed her position, moving over to Spike’s head, still with that same dazed look on his face, and lifted his head up. With a bit more clarity in his expression, he tried to ask Pinkie what she was doing but his question was answered before he could ask it. Flipping him over onto his stomach, Spike found his head once again shoved into her muff, though without any panties in the way. Once more, Spike’s plump ass was pointed in the air, that pink little pucker just barely agape, clenching on an absent intruder after having grown accustomed to Pinkie’s tongue. Don’t worry little buddy, your asshole won’t be lonely for long. Lifting my cock up between my tits, I eyeballed where it would land and let the weight smack itself down in between the soft valley created by his ass. His lower body twitched, the smack a surprise as he couldn’t see anything, maybe he couldn’t even hear what with Pinkie’s thicc thighs wrapped around his head.
Hotdogging his ass for a few seconds, I couldn’t really enjoy an assjob being this riled up with all the foreplay we went through. Pulling back a bit to line up my drooling tip, I gave Spike the stretching Pinkie’s tongue couldn’t give him, hard as she tried. Thanks to her thorough tongue work his asshole was more receptive and willing to be stretched, there was a bit of tense resistance but that just made the plunge into him worthwhile. A smooth entry can be left for the future, after months and later years of constant fucking. I’ll enjoy this tight snugness while it lasts. I continue pushing in, nearly falling into Spike. Surprisingly he was taking plenty of my cock, and with no signs of pain or discomfort. His ass would clench and let go in small intervals, upon reaching the halfway point of my shaft his ass tightened more than before, enough even for my body to strengthen my dick to fight the pressure. Taking this as a sign to not move, I waited a moment for him to adjust to what was inside him, not wanting to hurt him. The clenching subsided, but I made a mental note how far I could go before reaching his limit. Pulling out slowly to not tear anything, I left the tip inside to let my copious precum flow into his ass to lube him up some more. Massaging his cheeks as a way to ease his pain and give him something else to focus on seemed to work, his pelvis was no longer tensed up.
His tail swung around, reaching for my hips and wrapping around me. Seeing this as his signal to resume, I made sure to take it nice and slow on my reentry, stopping on the halfway point. With his limit known, and with his insides now coated with my pre, moving myself in and out went by smoother. As I got into gently fucking Spike, Pinkie’s own voice picked up, giving me an idea that Spike was moaning into her pussy and it was giving her some extra pleasure. With the sounds of his ass clenching around my slickened cock, Pinkie moaning away and what I could only assume was Spike also crying out in pleasure, I started losing myself in the joy of the moment. Minutes passed, we settled into a rhythm of mutual joy, taking our time indulging in our bodies. We changed positions every now and then, Spike taking the opportunity to try and ride me as Pinkie took her rightful seat on my face. It took some effort to not slap my hands around Spike’s hips and drill myself as deep as I could, I occupied myself by slapping Pinkie’s ass and roughly groping, stretching and squeezing it to my heart’s content. An hour goes by, playing with each other before I felt my balls churning in a clear sign that I was about to bust. Not wanting to leave either of the two out of the ending, I had the two lay on the bed side by side. The two took to kissing and rubbing each other while they waited for their sticky reward, my breath hotly panting as my hand blurred along my shaft.
At last, my nuts clenched almost painfully, the massive load they built up over the past hour forcing its way out explosively onto the two waiting bodies. The creamy, thick load flowed out in ropey blasts, painting Spike and Pinkie pale white. The sticky substance clung to any part of their bodies it landed on, the slimy ropes sluggishly pooling and clumping on their bodies. By the end of it not a single spot on the fronts of their body was clean, the excess leaking to the bed, no doubt leaving stains for Pinkie to scrub out later. A pleasured sigh, one well and truly earned leaves my lungs and I work on slowing my breathing. Looking down on the two, my heart skips a beat as the two cum covered creatures lick each other up and down, slurping up any thick, creamy cum their hungry mouths could cover. I look for a non-stained spot on the bed to rest on, finding none, I turn myself around and fall back in between the sticky pair. Though at first they give a little yelp it turns to giggles as the pair rub their cum covered bodies up and down me in a group hug.
Feeling my cock give an excited twitch, with the two being worn out I wanted to give them a break and just let them play with mine and each other’s bodies.
