A Late Hearthswarming Visit

by Horndog

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Porn, Fetish, My Little Pony: A New Generation, Sex
Length: 7284

Thunder recieves a surprise visit from a distant cousin. Things quickly heat up between them.

Relaxing at home for the not-quite-the-holiday-anymore break, Thunder Wings receives an unexpected visit from a pony claiming to be his cousin. Things quickly heat up from there.

Written for the Generation 5 Bingo Contest.

This story contains: very distant cousins, not even incest at this point, pornographic preferences, a MILF or three, the word Mommy used in a sexual context, roleplay assisted mutual masturbation, infidelity play in an open relationship, ball worship, ball sucking, ball tugging, contact-less orgasm, discovery of a new kink and mild obsession. Also, Scheduling Conflicts and general adulting. Also also, less than movie levels of racism.

Thank you to my friends out back and their continued support as my life imploded.

Published 2021-12-31 05:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-12-31 05:40:01 UTC

Better Late than Never

Thunder Wings sat alone in his apartment, blowing on a hot mug of spiced apple cider. Reclining in the new couch he’d bought with a portion of the bonus he’d gotten for bringing the two non-pegasi in a few months ago, he only mildly regretted the purchase. Unlike the new TV on his wall that was currently streaming a video of a crackling fireplace while soft holiday music played in the background, the couch was way too large for his little apartment, especially since nobody had ever come to visit before. Wiggling his butt deeper into the plush cushions, he had to admit it was super comfy though. Setting his still too hot cider on the coffee table, he sprawled out, still upset that he wasn’t one of the lucky guards that got Hearthswarming itself off.

Wiggling his butt a bit more to get his tail out of his crack, he picked up his drink. Swearing as he put the still too hot cider back down, he drew cold air over his burnt tongue to sooth the pain. Grabbing the remote instead, he pulled up the channel guide.

Sports, cooking, the new flight safety broadcast that was a few months late in his opinion, a soap opera that had been bad before half of the characters ‘died in flying related accidents’. He frowned at the memory. Encouraged by the crown, a surprising portion of the population had volunteered for the construction of the new cloud city. Personally, he didn’t really see the appeal, having been afraid of heights most of his life. It also didn’t help that the population of Zephyr Heights hadn’t really dropped, the vacancies quickly filled by non-pegasi coming in to fill the industry uptick caused by building an entirely new city. Not that he had anything against the wingless, honest. It’s just that most of them were unicorns and he still jumped every time one of them lit their horn. The earth ponies were easier. Now that they had their magic back they were scary strong, but even though he didn’t like flying he reasoned that would let him escape if they decided to try something.

Brought out of his thoughts as the channel guide timed out, he picked up the remote again. Scrolling through the channels, he briefly stopped on the news, though he was disappointed to find it was running a story on the new genealogy project thing that was going on between the tribes. Sure, it was great and all that his however many great grandpa married a unicorn or whatever, but it was so long ago that he wouldn't really consider any of the boneheads to be family any more than he considered the royals to be family.

Which was a good thing because Queen Haven was absolute MILF material.

Closing his eyes for a moment to remember all the times his guard post allowed him to get a good peek under her tail, he traced a feather across his heavy balls. Opening his eyes, he fumbled with the remote for a moment, trying to find the hidden menu that had made this particular TV so expensive. Spreading his hind legs a little wider to give his wingtip better access to his most erogenous zone, he finally found the button combo he needed.

A lecherous grin spread across his face as a new channel guide opened. Deftly navigating to the 24/7 MILF channel, he let out a groan of disappointment at the cheery text across the screen announced that the station had been shut down for maintenance after the holiday and wouldn’t be back up until noon tomorrow. Flipping through the channels he was frustrated by the same text over and over again. Pulling up the channel guide again he noticed that all of his favorite lewd channels had the circular wings logo of the local broadcasting station. With a wingtip still tracing his balls, the tip of his member just barely out of his sheath but slowly retreating in boredom, he scrolled down the list of channels looking for one that didn’t have the Pegasus Broadcasting Association logo.

To his ever increasing disappointment, there were only two channels at the very bottom of the list, apparently by some CL company that had a glasses wearing mare as the logo. Neither channel was labeled anything useful, only called ‘PTV1’ and ‘PTV2’. Figuring that anything would be better than nothing and that once he got off he could call the day a bust and go to bed, he picked ‘PTV1’.

After several seconds of black screen as his TV connected, he was greeted by the sight of two ponies doing… something. Squinting, he leaned forward trying to figure it out. One of the ponies was a pegasus mare with that athlete’s figure he didn’t care for. The other one confused him for a moment. It wasn’t till he figured out that the other pony wasn’t a pegasus that he understood what was going on.

Recoiling in shock at the image of a unicorn shoving their horn in and out of the back end of the pegasus, he slapped his hoof down on the remote, simultaneously muting the pleasured moaning and changing the channel. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart, he jumped out of his skin as a loud knocking sounded from his front door.

Glancing at the TV to make sure it was off, he failed to notice the small ‘connecting’ in the top left corner of the otherwise black screen. “One moment!” Straightening his feathers as best he could and running a hoof through his mane, he walked past the still blacked out TV and down the hallway to the front door. Peering through the peephole, he cursed the light dusting of ‘holiday snow’ that was covering it, preventing him from seeing more than a blurry pink blob.

Pulling open the door, his amicable smile at the ready, he froze at the sight of the pony on his doorstep.

A light pink mare stood tall, her tie and collar pressed and straight. A nervous smile beamed out from beneath a styled bun and straight-cut bangs, though that wasn’t what caught his attention. On her back lay a wrapped box, though where normally a pony’s wings could be used to balance the package, she didn’t have any.

She didn’t have any wings.

His foolproof plan of simply flying away if he encountered an earth pony had been completely foiled by the fact that she stood between him and the outdoors.

“Hello, Mr. Thunder. My name is Sweets.”

Desperately trying to pull himself together in the face of what his brain was screaming at him was clearly a threat to his continued living, he swallowed dryly. “Uh… hi.”

Glancing down at her hooves, the mare, Sweets, shuffled nervously. “This is, uh, well. I’m your nearest relative! No. Wait. You’re my nearest relative! That isn’t an earth pony. As far as we know. I know. The records aren’t quite complete. Sorry, I’m rambling. Can I come in? It’s shockingly cold out here. I probably should have brought that scarf.”

Whether it was intentional or not, the mare’s nervous rambling had done a good job of calming his own nerves, at least enough that the etiquette his mother had drilled into him kicked in. “Oh. Um. Of course!”

Opening the door the rest of the way, he stepped back into the hallway far enough to allow her entry, suppressing a nervous chuckle as she closed the door behind her.

“Brrr.” Giving a mighty shudder, she dislodged the light dusting of snow off of both her and the brightly wrapped package, somehow without knocking it from her back. Looking at the light layer of snow that was now dusting the floor of the entryway, Sweets grimaced. “Oh. Sorry. I, uh…”

“No, it’s alright. It’s just water.” Somehow, this mare was the least threatening earth pony he’d ever met. In the back of his mind, he knew that she could throw him through a wall if she felt like it, but all he could think about was how she looked as nervous as he felt. “So, uh, Miss Sweets. What brings you here?”

“Oh! I, uh. So I moved here about two months ago and I heard about the Genealogy Initiative, and so I decided to see if I was related to anyone here, and it turns out I'm related to most everypony, but I did some math and it turns out that you’re my closest pegasus relative!”

“I… see. So how are we related?”

With an excited smile, she pulled a sheet of paper from… somewhere, and passed it to him, though he understood almost nothing on the page aside from his own name and his mom’s name. “We’re sixteenth cousins, twice removed! Oh, and cause I only figured all this out a couple of days ago, I figured I could pick up a present for my closest pegasus cousin! I know its a few days late, but Happy Hearth’s Warming!”

Deftly transferring the box to the top of her head, she held it out to him expectantly. Taking the proffered present with his wings, he looked at the tag on the top.

To: Thunder Wings

From: Your cousin, Sweets

“Thank you. I don’t have anything for you though.” Glancing around as if he expected to find a present hidden somewhere, he had a thought. “Well, I do have a pot of apple cider on the stove. Hold on!” Dropping the present off on the couch, Thunder hustled into the tiny kitchen. Taking a moment to breath, anxiety still through the roof as his brain refused to let him forget that while she had been perfectly pleasant so far, she was still capable of hospitalizing him if she so chose. Pouring a cup of no longer steaming cider into his second nicest mug, he turned around to find his guest staring at the TV.

The TV that currently had a generously proportioned mare’s behind filling the screen, tail held well out of the way.

This proved to be the final straw, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he collapsed.

Groggily, Thunder opened his eyes to the sound of soft moaning. Blinking to clear the spots out of his eyes, he found himself watching a video of a mare getting her ass devoured by some burly stallion, though for some reason the mare didn’t have any wings. Mildly surprised at the lack of sticky mess on his chest, he glanced around for the remote and fell off the couch with a shriek.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to spook you like that!”

Peeking his head back over the arm of the couch, he saw that the mare from earlier was still here. And, strangely, while she had the remote, she hadn't turned the TV off or changed the channel, instead unmuting it, soft moans echoing from the TV’s tinny speakers.

“Are you alright? You fainted and then I didn’t know what to do so I tried to get you comfortable and then I didn’t want to just leave you there in case you stopped breathing or something so I stayed to make sure you’d be okay but then I realized you were watching PTV2 and then I got horny cause I used to be the stage manager for PTV2 and your balls are really nice and now I'm rambling again and-” Out of breath, Sweets was forced to stop to take several deep, gasping breaths.

“My balls are nice?” Thunder could only blink in shock at the frank admission from the mare that had apparently mare-handled him over to the couch.

On Sweets's part, she went from a nervous wreck to a blushing embarrassed wreck, ineffectively hiding behind her bangs.

“Wait, you used to run a porn TV station?”

Sweets nodded. “Yeah, for about five years. I just really liked watching it and one day I applied to be an actress for them but they said that they needed my talents behind the camera instead and that hurt for a while but then I learned that as manager I could have porn stars act out my fantasies and get payed for it.” Turning back to the screen, Sweets gasped. “I can’t believe Full Tank is still acting! She’s got to have had her tenth foal already. She must be aiming for an eleventh, that crazy mare.”

The scene on the screen had changed, a young couple receiving instruction on how to satisfy each other from an experienced older mare with the thiccest hips. Unbidden, his meat slid free of it’s sheath and slapped loudly against his belly in less than a second.

“Yeah. This is a classic scene for her. Let the youngsters fuck and then declare that they need a mare with ‘some real experience’ to show them how it’s done.” Glancing over at the heavily blushing guard who’s dick was slapping just out of view, she blinked. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I don’t have much of a filter, do I?”

“Nonono! That’s okay. That’s just really hot. MILFs are kinda my kink, I guess. Ten foals you say?” Standing up, though careful to keep his raging erection hidden, Thunder glanced back at the screen where the young mare was gagging on the first third of the massively endowed stallion.

“Yeah, she apparently had an accident on set one day and then decided she liked being pregnant so much she’s done it ten times now. She’s probably pregnant now, just not enough to show it. Wait, you’re a guard, right? How often do you get a peek at Queen Haven’s Haven, if you know what I mean?”

“I’ve never betrayed the sanctity of the Royal-”

Sweets’ look of complete disbelief caused Thunder’s fervent denial to wilt. “So you’re telling me you’ve never snuck a single glance at the most exclusive piece of MILF ass in town?”

“Well…” Looking everywhere but Sweets turned out to be a bad idea as he got to watch Full Tank effortlessly sink the entire length of cock down her throat, sticking her tongue out to lap at his balls as she buried her nose in his sheath. For a brief flash, his brain conjured the image of Queen Haven doing that to him and he had to suck in a sharp breath.

“You’ve got a wingboner just thinking about it.”

Trying to tuck his wings back down, face burning with embarrassment, Thunder finally conceded. “Alright, yeah. I’ve gotten a few good looks before.”

Sweets smirked, patting the couch cushion beside her. “Come on, sit down. It isn’t anything I haven’t seen before. How did it look?”

Hesitantly walking around the couch, he took a seat, trying to hide the throbbing evidence of just how turned on he was. “Well, her pussy lips are real fat, they never quite close, letting you see just a hint of what lies inside, and her tailhole is so hot. It’s one of those that isn’t the biggest but it sticks out pretty prominently. It’s to the point where even in profile you can see it past her thicc ass.”

Making sure she had his attention, she traced a hoof down her stomach, stopping to circle a nipple before slipping between her rear legs. “Tell me more.”

Watching this earth pony mare he’d never met before masturbate openly on his couch, Thunder had to admit he was incredibly horny himself. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to relax. Leaning against the back of the couch, he let his meat swing free, pointed toward the ceiling as it bobbed gently in the cool air. Spreading his legs wide to let his balls rest on the cushion, he hummed in thought. “Her teats are awesome. Honestly I wonder if she still lets her daughters suck on them they’re so plump.” Tracing a feather over his balls much like he’d been doing before he’d been interrupted, making sure Sweets got a good view, he continued. “She’s also one of those old fashioned ponies who doesn’t bother to cover her teats, so she just sprawls out there on the throne and lets them hang out for anypony to see.”

Sweets let out a moan as she moved her second hoof to gently trace over her nipple. “You ever think about just going up there and suckling on them?”

Thunder’s balls visibly jumped at that. “Fuck yes. It’s so hard not getting a boner just thinking about burying my face in those tits of hers.” Turning to the TV, he watched the younger mare halfheartedly bounce on the sprawled out stallion’s dick, not even getting the medial ring in her tight looking ass while Full Tank looked on in disappointment.

Rubbing the full length of her slit, Sweets had eyes only for Thunder’s cock. “You want that to be Pipp, don’t you? You want Pipp to be the one struggling to take your dick while Mommy Haven tries to teach her how to do it right.”

“Oh fuck.” Moving his other wing in to fondle both balls at the same time, he started pumping a hoof up and down his length.

“Pipp’s ass would be tight, sure. Not as tight as her sister’s, but even then it wouldn’t be satisfying. Even as her soft butt struggled to even get close to your hips, you’d only have eyes for Mommy Haven’s fat tits. She’d get up to give Pipp some pointers and your eyes would be drawn as if by destiny to her ponut, standing proud of the impossibly thick ass cheeks it sits between.”

Closing his eyes, he found he didn't need the scene on the TV anymore. The narrative his newfound cousin was weaving of his beloved Queen was so much hotter, so much better. “Keep going…”

Sweet’s lecherous grin threatened to reach her ears as she slouched on the couch to get better access to her nethers and a better view of his throbbing balls. “Finally getting frustrated by the poor performance of her amateur daughter, she decides to teach by example. Pulling her daughter off of your length with a pop, she tells her to watch closely. Turning around, she offers you a perfect view of that incredible plot, tail held high out of the way. ‘I know you've been sneaking peeks at my ass, Thunder Wings,’ she says. ‘I'm not sure why you would bother looking at an old mare like me, though.’”

Thunder’s frantic stroking slowed as he thought for a moment. “Because you’re perfect. Not only is your ass incredible and your teats jaw-dropping, you’re simply gorgeous. You’ve raised two incredible daughters, daughters that have brought us back our magic, and that only makes you even more amazing.”

Grabbing the remote, Sweets muted the TV. “’But I’m just a worn out old mare. This cunt of mine that you sing praise to has been ruined pushing out two foals,’ she says, emphasizing the point by pulling her lips apart, giving you an incredible view inside her steaming hot and wet depths. Letting them snap back together, she moves up to her wrinkled ring, stretching that wide instead, letting you see deep, deep inside her rear entrance. She looks back at you, lips pursed. ‘And, my poor tailhole is nowhere near as tight as it used to be.’”

“But, your highness, I love every part of you, especially your tailhole. I would love nothing more than to just be able to touch it, to be able to use it to make you feel as beautiful as you are.” At this point, his tip was fully flared, his balls pulling in as he reached the edge of orgasm.

Leaning in so her breath tickled Thunder’s ear, Sweets whispered two words. “’Prove it.’”

That was all it took to push him over the edge, though his eyes shot open as a warm mouth pressed against his tip to catch his cum. Spurt after spurt, he stared at the back of this… earth pony’s head as she swallowed it all down. The best orgasm of his life and it was all because of this horny, depraved mare that had been kind enough to bring a distant relative a late Hearthswarming present. Not once had she attacked him, not once had she shamed him, she hadn’t even said a single harsh word. And now she was trying to wrap her lips around his flare so she could suck the last of his cum out of him.

Pulling back as Thunder’s cock started to wilt, Sweets smacked her lips contentedly. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

Thunder splayed back out on the couch again, worn out from cumming so hard. “Make someone cum with your words alone?”

Sweets only giggled. “No no, I’ve done that plenty of times before. I just never got to swallow the load afterword. Normally it goes in my butt.”

Glancing over at her hips, he had to admit they were decently sized.

Catching him staring, she flopped over on her side, pulling her tail aside to give him an unobstructed view. “Yeah, ever since I had my first foal, I don’t let my husband cum in my marehood any more. I haven’t been quite ready for a second one yet.”

Suddenly, the ass he’d been staring at was ten times hotter, his dick hardening again before it’d even made it back into its sheath. After staring slack-jawed for a second, his conscience made itself known. “Wait, you’re married! And you’ve got a foal?”

Clenching her nethers in a wink, the flash of pink caught Thunder’s attention again. “She turned two a couple of weeks ago. I have been thinking lately that it’d be a good idea to get her a playmate one of these days. Maybe a pegasus colt would be fun to play with…”

Tearing his eyes away from the willing MILF pussy on the other side of his couch, he looked at the TV, which was unfortunately to the part where Full Tank bottomed out in one motion before pulling off and letting the young mare have a go. “But what about your husband? And I just met you! And you have a foal!”

Sweets smiled, happy to see that Thunder had some integrity to him. “We met in the porn industry. He’s most likely fucking the neighbor’s daughter by now and he’d be mighty surprised if I came home without a couple of loads in me. That old porn trope of meeting some rando and within five minutes they’re balls deep is probably not the best example to live by but after having lived it for five years, I gotta admit I find myself following it. It’s always kind of a shock to me when the nice stallion I just met doesn’t bend me over at the first opportunity and go to town on my ass.”

“Oh.” Thunder looked back at Sweets only to find that she’d shifted at some point to thrust her butt even closer to his face. “So you’ve got one of those open relationships then.”

“Yup. The only real rule is that I can’t get pregnant and he can’t knock anypony up, so no, my little filly isn’t going to have a pegasus sibling, sorry. It sure makes getting some sexual satisfaction with a two year old in the house a lot easier though. Keeps the foalsitting fees down when one of us can stay home while the other gets wrecked. Especially when we can double team the foalsitter after Toffee goes to sleep.” Sweets giggled, her sopping pussy winking again.

With Sweets' ass so close to his face, he finally put together the subtle hints she'd been giving him. “So you want me to fuck you in the butt then?” The butt in question was certainly tempting, especially knowing that those hips had already given birth. “But aren’t you my cousin though?”

“Ha, yeah technically, but I’m a more distant relation to you than you are to any pegasus in this city. We may be sixteenth cousins, but the least related pegasi are eleventh cousins. Heck, your mom and dad were only eighth cousins, and your dad’s parents were fifth cousins. My brother accidentally married his third cousin. Sixteenth cousins isn’t really going to be a problem.”

“Oh. When you put it like that, I guess it'll be okay.” The plot in his face gave a wiggle and a shake while he thought it through. “And you’re sure this isn’t going to be a problem with your husband?”

“Nope! Now are you going to fuck me or am I going to have to finish myself off? I haven’t cum yet you know.” As if to prove her point, she winked again with a squelch, several droplets of arousal landing on his face.

“Well, we did just meet…” Licking the arousal from his lip, he resisted the urge to lap it directly from the source.

“Are you seriously going to turn down a chance to fuck a desperate MILF that is literally thrusting her ass in your face begging you to fuck her? Especially since the MILF in question already sucked your load straight from the tap?” Leaning back an extra inch, Sweets booped him on the nose with her clit to drive the point home.

“Wait, did you take one of those pill things?”

Internally screaming in exasperation, Sweets took a deep breath. “Pill things?” Plopping her butt down on the couch much to Thunder’s disappointment, Sweets turned to him. “What pill-oh! You mean Cleans! I forgot pegasi had it in pill form. Ours is a liquid so we just have a swig from the bottle, but yes. I’m clean for the next few hours, though I really should be getting home before then, I need to pick Toffee up from the daycare.” Hopping off the couch, she thrust her butt in the air, holding her tail out of the way as she spread her ponut with one hoof. “Now, I’m no Queen Haven, but I hope this MILF ass will be sufficient.”

Now that every misgiving he’d had about fucking this mare he’d met only half an hour ago had been assuaged, he had no qualms left. “Oh certainly. I'd be happy to eat that booty like groceries. First though,” Leaning back on the couch and putting his hooves behind his head, making sure to spread his hind legs to better show off his package, he smirked. “Would Mommy Sweetcheeks like to show off how to properly prepare a stud for anal?”

Twirling about, Sweets grinned. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were one of those stallions that likes it up the ass!” At Thunder’s shocked expression, she busted up laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Just the way you said that was perfect, I couldn’t resist. Not to mention the standard porn order is to eat the mare's ass first so the stallion isn't drying out as he swings in the cold. No, in all seriousness though, I do have a request.”

Raising an eyebrow, and suddenly remembering that this was an earth pony and he had no idea what they considered to be a normal sex thing, he nodded apprehensively. “Go ahead.”

“It’s nothing like that. It’s just that, well…” Rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly, Sweets tried to find a way to phrase it. “Being part of the porn industry for so long gave me some kinks. If you wouldn’t mind pretending that my husband isn’t okay with us doing it? Like, infidelity? You only have to pretend while we’re doing it, though. Actually, if you wanted to meet him, you two could compare notes while I suck you two off. Or you double team me. Or spitroast me. But for now I want you to pretend that he doesn’t know.”

Thunder Wings didn’t know what to say. Another session with a MILF in exchange for a little kink play?

“Ooo! I know! We could invite our foalsitter over and we could have a foursome! Or I suppose I could indulge my husband’s cuckoldry kink.”

Before the debauched mare could go any further, Thunder cleared his throat. “Yes, I can indulge your infidelity kink, as long as I get to call you Mommy Sweetcheeks.”

Sweets licked her lips. “Alright then, let Mommy take care of you before Daddy gets home.” Watching Thunder’s dick throb at her words, she smirked for a moment before diving forward and burying her nose in the base of his dick. Sitting down, she brought her hooves up to play with his balls, trailing a long lick up his dick as she did so. Taking a moment to swirl her tongue around his sensitive cock-head, she payed special attention to the bump of his urethra and the slit at the middle.

Looking up and seeing the expression of pure pleasure on his face, she smiled, licking up a small drop of precum. Still gently fondling his generously sized balls, she couldn’t resist stooping to bury her muzzle between them. Licking at his fuzzy nuts, bathing them in her spit, she groaned. “Oh fuck, Mommy loves your balls. Way bigger than Daddy’s.” Once she was sure that she’d covered every inch of his nuts with her tongue, she sucked one of them into her mouth, though it barely fit. Tugging on it gently got a pleased groan from Thunder, so she decided to tug a little harder. Rewarded with a louder moan, she smiled to herself. Letting the ball pop out of her mouth and into her waiting hooves, she smirked up at him. “You love it when mommy tugs on your balls, don’t you?”

“I love having my balls tugged on, Mommy.”

Giving a long lick between the two fuzzy nuts, Sweets giggled. “Do you want Mommy to keep tugging on your balls, sweetie?”

Thunder’s dick smacked against his stomach, hard as diamond. “Oh fuck yes, Mommy.”

Letting go of his balls, Sweets wiggled a hoof at him. “Tut tut, sweetie. Language.”

“Sorry Mommy.”

Sweets giggled. “It’s okay, honey. Just don’t do it again. Now let Mommy tug on your balls just the way you like.”

Thunder had to bite his lip to hold back his profanity as Sweets sucked his other ball into her mouth, giving his oversensitive testicle a solid yank. His balls had always been his most erogenous zone, even more than his dick. Pulling on them like this was stimulating something deep in his anatomy that had never been touched before, and he was loving it.

Sweets had always had a fondness for balls. As somepony who spent their life perpetually horny, testicles were a blessing from whatever god decided that ponies would go about their business naked. As the only bit of male anatomy that was reliably exposed, she had seen thousands of them in her time. Small balls, big balls, saggy balls, tight balls, she enjoyed them all. She’d never really done more than look though. A nuzzle here, a lick there, but never anything like this. With her cousin’s fuzzy jewel in her mouth (she may or may not have had an incest fetish), feeling his rapid heartbeat on her tongue and the way his muscles twitched every time she ran her tongue along the underside of the sensitive organ, she fell in love.

Sucking it deeper into her mouth so she could give a nice, firm pull, Sweets practically came then and there as it pulled back, its owner giving off a loud moan as the muscles in his crotch tried to fight against her mouth. Pulling her head back far enough that his ball popped out of her mouth, she had an idea. Wrapping her lips around the other ball, she sucked it as deep into her mouth as she could, using her tongue to move it to one cheek. With her hoof, she guided the other ball to her mouth, doing her best to apply enough suction to slurp it in too. Stretching her lips as wide as she could, it slipped in. She grinned victoriously, or as least as much as she could while being very careful with her teeth. Wiggling her tongue against the bottom of his fuzzy sack as best she could, she looking up at Thunder. When he finally opened his eyes, locking their gaze with hers, she leaned her head back in one long, smooth pull.

Thunder grunted, every fiber of his being concentrated on what was happening between his testes and what his conscious brain would have labeled as his prostate had it still been functioning. He’d experimented with a toothbrush once, prodding the sensitive organ through the walls of his rectum. While this was a similar sensation, it was indescribably more intense. The little tubes who’s job was to transport his little swimmers from his admittedly impressively sized testicles to the prostate were being stretched in the most intoxicating way. His balls, lightly compressed in this earth pony mare’s mouth and pulled slightly oblong by the force of her suction nearly ached with pleasure, right on the cusp of hurting while feeling so good he’d do anything to feel this sensation again. His prostate fared no better, the sheer stimulation of being tugged on in such a way setting off fireworks in his delirious mind.

Sweets had never done something so erotic before in her life. Thousands of hours of porn, both on and off set, could never have prepared her for the intensity of this moment.

When she first laid eyes on the flighty pegasus, she’d been disappointed. The flash of terror in his eyes when he’d spotted her wingless back had hurt, if only a little. She had hoped for somepony that was past the bigotry, somepony that would see her as a pony, not as an earth pony. He had let her in though, pushing down his apprehension and trying his best. It had even been a little cute, the way he had rushed off to get her a mug of cider. She certainly hadn’t expected to see her old associate’s decidedly wingless ass shaking on his TV. It had given her some hope, that maybe while she couldn’t get through to him in a normal, friendly way, she did have a connection, a common starting point to work with. It helped that she got a good view of his prodigious balls as she drug his unconscious ass to the couch, and she was feeling extra horny today. While things hadn’t progressed in the exact way she had planned, she still felt like she’d made a friend and she’d still gotten laid. Sort of. Whatever it was they were doing was certainly doing it for her, if the mess between her hind legs was any indication.

Ball worship. It wasn't something Sweets had really experienced before, but she was hooked. On set, foreplay for the stallion was kept to the minimum, the mostly mare audience preferring to watch what was happening to the mare, be it hoofing or rimming or teat-suckling. The requisite ‘lube up’ session of deepthroating barely touched the balls except for maybe a lick or two. While almost any mare would agree that a big set of swingers was good eye candy, the audience never really wanted more than a second or two shot of them swinging.

Her husband had never really expressed an interest either, the one time she’d gotten curious and had devoted some attention to them, he hadn't really responded. None of the other ponies she’d been with had brought it up, except for that one scrawny stallion that had nervously asked her to step on them, something she’d refused outright.

This stallion though, Thunder, had dedicated not one, but both of his wings to tracing over his sack, leaving his hooves to stroke his length. Every other pegasus she’d done her ‘story-time’ assisted masturbation with had devoted their wings to their cock, leaving their hooves at their side and their balls completely unattended. Her curiosity piqued, she had decided to see what she could do with them.

And so, ten minutes later, with her mouth full of hot, throbbing, stallion, she found herself cumming, her untouched vagina and ponut clamping on nothing as her orgasm steamrolled through her in thunderous waves. Legs weak and neck aching, she leaned back a hairsbreadth more, triggering his orgasm in turn. His beautiful, intoxicating, mind altering orbs jumped in her mouth, pulling away from her in jerky movements as his thick load rocketed from his length. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt his orgasm, her tongue transmitting every twitch of his sack directly to the overloaded pleasure centers of her brain.

Overwhelmed, both of their orgasms tapering off, Sweets collapsed, Thunder’s balls slipping from her tired lips with a final tug and a pop. Laying on the hard floor in a puddle of her own juices, she began to breathlessly laugh, sounding more like a delirious giggle as her brain absorbed the chemical cocktail of her post-orgasm afterglow.

Blinking the stars out of his eyes, he felt a drop of cum from the splatter on the ceiling hit his forehead. Looking down at the giggling mare that had given him the most intense orgasm of his life not once but twice today, he had only one question. “Did you just cum from sucking on my balls?”

Sucking in lungfuls of air to try to stifle her giggling, Sweets nodded. “Oh fuck... Yeah... Yeah I did. Well, I did warm myself up first with my hoof while you jerked it, but yes, I'd say I just came from sucking on your balls.”

Looking down at his rapidly deflating length, and the sopping wet sack beneath it, Thunder blinked. “Huh.”

“Yup.” Sitting up, she gave him a sultry eyebrow wiggle. “You made Mommy cum with just the feel of your balls in her mouth, stud.”

Thunder shook his head. "You’re gonna kill me, you sex crazed mare. Normally I’d have another round in me, but I’m spent. These balls are completely empty.” As if to prove his point, his length finished retreating into the depths of his sheath.

Sweets just smirked. “Guess that means I’ll just have to come back later then. Let those big balls of yours refill so I can have another go at them.”

Closing his eyes and leaning his head back, Thunder realized that any apprehension he’d felt around this mare was gone. He’d exposed his most delicate parts to her and she’d used them to bring him more pleasure than he’d ever experienced before in his life, bar none. He didn’t feel the least bit of anxiety as he said, “You know? I’d like that. I really would.”

“Well that’s good, cause there’s no way you could keep me away from here after that.”

Thunder chuckled. “Who knows? Maybe next time we’ll actually get to the part where I get to tap that MILF ass of yours.”

“As long as I get to play with your balls again.” Sweets gazed intently at the balls in question with a predatory grin, licking her lips in anticipation.

Blocking them from view with a wing, Thunder raised an eyebrow as she pouted. “Stay back, you ball obsessed mare!”

Biting her lip, Sweets locked eyes with him. “What can I say? You’ve got me hooked. I’ve got a new fetish, a big one. Seriously though, I don’t know why, but something about tugging on your gonads flipped a switch in my head, and now even the thought of balls is making me horny again. You’ve ruined me. Now as I walk down the street, all I will be able to think about is how incredible it would feel to worship every pair of balls I see. Not to mention my husband is going to complain because he doesn’t get off from ball stimulation and I’m not going to be able to resist playing with them.”

Thunder looked uncomfortable. “Oh. Sorry.”

Sweets waved a hoof dismissively. “It’s alright. It just means I’m going to need to visit more often to get my fix. How do Saturdays sound?”

Scratching the back of his neck, Thunder shook his head. “I work Saturdays. I have Thursday and Friday off though.”

Pacing through the puddle of mare juice on the floor, Sweets hummed in thought. “Fridays won’t work. Fridays are date nights, and while your balls are amazing, my husband takes priority. Thursdays are when I volunteer at the genealogy center, though the only reason I go on Thursday instead of Monday is because Nimbus has a big dick and he fucks my brains out on break, though honestly, hmm. Your dick is about the same size. Maybe not as thick but a little bit longer. Yes. If I move genealogy to Monday, which I can do as a morning shift while Toffee’s at daycare, and if I hustle I should still be able to get a round or two in with her morning caretaker when he gets off shift. I’ll lose out on my Monday shoppers discount but it’s worth it. How do Thursday afternoons sound?”

Thunder stared, looking lost. “How many stallions do you fuck?”

“You’ll be number eight, at least of the ones I have scheduled, not including my husband.”

Blinking, Thunder nodded. “Okay. Um, well. Thursday is my lazy day, so feel free to pop by whenever.”

“Oh trust me, I will. Anyway, you got a shower in this joint? And a mop? Mommy needs to get cleaned up after the big mess you made of her.”

Thunder shuddered. “The bathroom’s at the back of my bedroom, and I can get the mop. Need to mop the ceiling anyway.”

Looking up at the cum splattered ceiling, Sweets giggled as a drop slowly formed. Watching it fall, she gasped as it fell on a neatly wrapped box. “Your present!”

Reaching over and grabbing the box with a wing, Thunder shook his head, grinning. “As far as I’m concerned I already got the best Hearthswarming present a stallion could ever hope for.”

“Oh, don’t make me blush. Open it! Open it!”

Undoing the bow at the top, and lifting the lid, Thunder’s brow knitted as the box neatly folded out to reveal a baseball cap. Hoof stitched into the front in loopy black letters read: I fucked my cousin and it was amazing! “You planned this from the start, didn't you?”

Sweets giggled guiltily. “Well, not quite. My plan was to meet a nice young stallion and hopefully have him unload in my butt, not get addicted to his balls. The hat’s technically a lie anyway, cause we haven’t even fucked yet.”

Thunder shook his head at this crazy, nymphomaniacle mare he’d let into his house against his better judgment. “Well I guess we’ll just have to rectify that next Thursday then.”

“Heheh. Rectify. There’ll certainly be somepony wrecking my my rectum next Thursday. After I suck on his balls.” Ignoring his unamused expression, Sweets trotted off to the shower, tail held high. Through the magic of Hearthswarming, she had not only gained a friend and helped them with their unhealthy perception of others, she had also gained a new fetish and a fuckbuddy to satisfy it.

Author's Note

Just for context, Thunder doesn't have an established last name. I gave him the last name of Wings while writing because just Thunder felt wrong to me for some reason.

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