Spoiled Stripes

Months into the future, but not many. Tarok finds himself at Filthy Rich's house, once again, this time he was with his boss, helping him put his baggage into the car. Filthy walked out the house as he finished a call on his phone.

"Yes, yes, I'm getting into the car, I had to pack a lot since it will be a long trip after all... Good, I gotta go now." He ends the calls and walks towards the car, patting Tarok on the shoulder. "Thanks bud."

Tarok smiles as he stretches a bit. "Just glad to help my boss, also it's not like it's costing me anything."

Filthy then lets out a short laugh. "Isn't this your week off?"

"Yes, yes, but when you go on business trips, work in the office usually dries out." Tarok pointed out as he shut the car's door.

Filthy then steps closer to Tarok, trying to keep his voice low. "Are you sure you don't want to go with me? Lately my wife has been pestering you to come and help her around the house." He pauses. "I just think-" He gets cut off by Tarok

"Filthy, don't worry, your wife has the house all for herself, she'll be alone for... How long will the trip b- Oh! 5 months, 5 months without her husband. And with her pregnant, I just think-" Tarok gestured with both of his hands, trying to come up with how he can explain it more to Filthy.

Filthy nods. "But that's what I mean. She can be rather annoying, mainly when she's pregnant like how is at the mom-" Filthy was then interrupted, by an annoyed female voice that gave him goosebumps.

"YOU ARE STILL HERE?!" His wife shouted from inside the house, then stepped out, showing that she was wearing a light blue nightgown, covering her belly bump caused by the pregnancy. "YOU GOTTA GET IN THE AIRSHIP IN 2 HOURS!"

Filthy tried to swallow the expression of annoyance on his face and turned to his wife with a smile. "Don't worry honey! I"m on my way, just catching up with Ta-"

"For how long? An hour?! Get going!" With Spoiled's response, Filthy was visually annoyed, sighing as he walks to the passenger seat. Tarok then bend over to look through the window to talk with Filthy.

"Good luck on the trip." Tarok said, getting only a smile and a nod from Filthy who now was leaning back in the car seat as they both could hear his wife yelling something

A hand lays on his left shoulder, Filthy smiled as he looked to his side to the driver.

“Don’t worry Filthy, we’ll be at the port in no time” A half pegasus and half zebra stallion was the driver, his body was slim and a bit shorter than Filthy’s, it would amaze Tarok that this 18 year old looking colt was actually pushing his 30s, a colt that looked like a schoolgirl when right next to Tarok.

Filthy Smiles. “Thanks Cobalt.” That was the zebra’s name, Cobalt, named that because of the colors of his eyes.

Cobalt then leans forward to face Tarok "Don't worry, I'll make sure that Filthy arrives at the port safe and sound."

Tarok nods as he steps back, letting the car drive away. When it made out of the house's premises he turned around and walked towards Spoiled.

The milf, now annoyed by how long her husband took to take off, glared at the zebra, opening her mouth to give him a piece of her mind. "How many times have I told you to not show up until my husband is go-" Spoiled's speech gets stopped short. She gasps, grabbing with both her hands at the wall frame to keep herself from falling over. Just now, Tarok made a swift motion with his left hand, grasping at Spoiled's pussy, inserting his fingers right away. With each motion that his index and middle finger made, forced the milf to gasp for air and moans.

Tarok leaned his head towards Spoiled's head, whispering into her ear. "And how many times do I have to tell you, I'm the one who set the rules now. If I show up when your husband is at home, you come up with an excuse, if I show up when you are showering, you rush out of the shower to welcome me, if I show up at 2AM you wake up and offer me a meal."

Blushing and patting, Spoiled takes a second to reply, nodding. "Yes... I'm so sorry master... I'm so sorry..."

Tarok nods, pulling his left hand out and slapping her ass with the right. "Good, now I'm going to have breakfast. You should try to put on something nice, we gotta keep your hole loose for when the twins are due."

Spoiled nods, letting her owner come inside the house as she shuts the door, trying to hide the faint smile on her face from him.

Months ago, a couple days before Tarok came to visit to get the papers.

Tarok sits at his boss' office, perplexed and confused by what he just heard.

"You want me to do what?" Tarok asked

Filthy didn't take long to respond. "I want you to fuck my wife." He then takes a sip from a drink that his secretary made for him. "And try to knock her up while you are at it."

Tarok, still staring at his boss, could only blink, still processing. "Well, Boss, I have done my fair share of cucking, you know. Went out with many married mares and cougars here in ponyville-"

Filthy then raised an eyebrow, interrupting Tarok's exposition. "Oh yeah, I have been meaning to ask, are you Button's father?"

"... Who's that?" Tarok asked.

"Cream 's son."

"... O-Oh...! I mean, maybe? Gotta go che-" Tarok then shakes his head. "But that's off topic! I mean, I have gone out with married mares, but why in Celestia's name are you asking me to fuck you wife?" Tarok would ask if they were a couple of swingers, but right away Filthy gave a response.

"You have met her, haven't you. And let me tell you, that whore has been a pain in my ass ever since I put a ring on her finger. There is not a single moment in my life after our wedding, where I arrive home and that bitch let's me relax" Filthy takes another sip from his drink. "And I want some payback. The last time she's been more upset and unable to do anything about it was when she had Tiara in her womb."

"Oh! So you want me to knock her up as revenge?" Tarok relaxed.

"Yes, yes. Be her lover, for all that I care, I just want a payback on her after all these years."

Tarok smirked, thinking of what he could do. "Well yeah, I got a plan... Yeah I think I can make her my bitch and force her to crawl."

Filthy smiles. "That's perfect, teach that whore her place."

"But I'm sorry to bring this up, boss. Why don't you just cut the middleman and do it yourself?"

Filthy then gave the most clear and logical response to Tarok's question. "Tarok. I'm gay."

Tarok pauses, the gears in his mind begin to turn, thinking about Filthy's secretary, a cute unicorn stallion that would often be inside Filthy's office helping him organize, and his driver who would accompany him on long trips. Tarok could then only make one sound as the pieces fell into place, becoming louder by the second.

"... Ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh...!"

"Exactly." Filthy replied.

"So is your daughter..."

"Got Spoiled drunk and then asked Night Light to come up and knock her up."

"Yeah, alright, that makes sense." Tarok nodded. "Alright, so tomorrow I'll go to your home, say I'm there to get some documents and then work my magic."

Filthy smiles, getting up from his chair and leaning over his desk, offering his hand to Tarok. "Then it's a deal."

Tarok grabs his boss's hand with a smile and shakes it. "Deal!"