Author's Note
I cranked this out from start to finish in like a two-hour timespan because I was suddenly struck with a bolt of inspiration and was terrified if I stopped writing, it'd disappear and never come back.
I am out of practice, rusty, and lacking in any of the skill with smut I've built up over the years, so I apologise if this isn't my best work. I just hope I wake up tomorrow and still have the ability to write again.
With all that being said, I hope you enjoy this work and (should things go my way) all of my works to come afterwards.
Splash Splash
Dusk was however many reps into a set of push-ups for his girly chest to start aching when he felt a foot placed onto his back. The surprise appendage had no malice to its placement. Didn't have much weight or force to it, either. But what it did have was a mystery afoot with whomever it belonged to, and desperately eager to find any excuse to stop his pectorals screaming in abject agony, Dusk collapsed onto his front and vowed to turn over as soon as the strength returned to him.
"How many was that, sugarplum?" came the familiar growl of a familiar, playful voice.
"Too many for me," Dusk wheezed, rolling over onto his back on the foam mat he lay on to look up at the newcomer.
"So I'm guessing that means more than one?" came a crow of laughter from one Tempest Shadow, cocking her head like a playful puppy and shooting him a cocky glare.
"At least one," Dusk nodded, attempting to raise his arm for an added comedic gesture, only for the tiredness in his muscles to sap all strength from his antics. "Oh, fuck me..."
"Tempting offer, but maybe later," Tempest shrugged, offering a hand to the tired Alicorn. "So how deep is my favourite girlyman into his oh-so-extensive workout?"
Dusk took Tempest's hand, intending to use her as a gentle support to lift his tired frame up, but the large mare had other plans. The dark-hued unicorn, using her sizeable muscles and even more sizeable strength, heaved the slender, much shorter pony up onto his feet and directly into her titanic bust.
Dusk's entire head was almost swallowed whole by Tempest's cleavage, her enormous, soft breasts barely kept in check by her strained lycra exercise shirt. The smell of fresh sweat and a mix of perfume mixed in Dusk's nose, pressing the horny button deep in his psyche at least twice and sending a shot of arousal down to his lower regions within seconds.
Dusk's trip to fantasy-land was interrupted by feeling Tempest's other powerful hand clap directly onto his sizeable, girlish ass. Her fingers dug in deep and excavated a surprised yelp from the stallion, feeling his entire backside shake as Tempest groped him good and proper.
"Can you not?" he asked her breasts, hoping they'd relay the message to the rest of the mare.
"Sorry, it's a force of habit..." Tempest smirked, stepping back and digging Dusk out from between her tits. "You know what I get like whenever I'm around you."
"You get like that whenever you're around anyone," Dusk glowered.
"What can I say? I see your beautiful heart and soul in all the creatures in this land, and I'm overrun with the desire to express my love for-" Tempest cooed dramatically.
"-my wonderful personality?" Dusk interrupted.
"-that apple-bottom ass," she continued, not missing a beat. "It's enough to make a grown mare cry, I tell you."
Dusk crossed his arms over his girlish chest, glaring directly into Tempest's smug eyes, watching the aura of confidence and control they radiated down on him, before his eyes wandered even further down. Try as he might, he couldn't keep his eyes off her tits. Easily larger than her head, full as water balloons, and soft as a mother's kiss, Tempest's gigantic tits nearly had their own gravitational pull, so it made more than enough sense to him why his eyes were drawn and couldn't pull away.
Her tits and ass, big as they were, came across as an almost out-of-character addition to the rest of the mare's body. While he bosom and buttocks radiated glorious femininity, her toned, chiselled body carried the might and magnificence of the most dedicated gym-going stallions. Muscular arms, an abdomen that looked carved from marble, and thick, rippling thighs that possessed enough power to crush a mountain were locked away inside the gym clothing that struggled to contain her power.
"Dusky, are you perving again?" Tempest teased.
"Maybe," the stallion sniffed.
"You know you don't have to sneak glances, right?" she smirked, flashing her pearly whites with that ever-present aura of confidence she dripped. "Lemme grab a quick drink and an energy bar, and you can get a practical exam in the changing rooms, if you want?"
"I'd rather keep it a little more... private, if that's okay," Dusk mumbled in response, eyeing the gym-goers around him with a level of embarrassment.
"Ah, right, I forgot," Tempest caught on, speaking in a hushed voice as she leaned closer to her favourite stallion. "You only get naughty in public when you've got some whiskey in you, don't you?"
"Why do you think I barely ever drink?" the stallion admitted quietly.
"What a shame. You're such a fun little naughty boy whenever you're tipsy," Tempest whispered with even less volume. "Remember the cider party at Apple Acres last year where I gave you head at the serving table?"
"I'd rather not at the moment, thank you," Dusk grumbled quietly, his ears flattening against his skull as his cheeks flushed red. "The papers didn't for three months afterwards."
"Ohhh... well, it's a fond memory for me, at least," she sniggered, gently flicking Dusk on the chest. "And one I'm eager to repeat, if possible."
"Can we not, please?" Dusk whimpered.
"Why not? The big guy downstairs seems to like the thought of it," Tempest sniggered, gently gesturing down to Dusk's lower region.
The stallion glanced down and noticed the more-than-noticeable half-chub currently lifting the fabric of his track pants off his leg down to the top of his knee. The stallion shifted his position as best he could, trying to make it less-prominent without much of any success.
"Ah... shit," he hissed, looking back up at Tempest angrily. "This is your fault."
"I will take full responsibility for this." she faux-sighed. "I do have this effect on fat, heaving cocks."
Tempest's eyes glanced down just in time to watch the effect her lustful words had on Dusk's member, seeing a visible bolt of excitement cause his length to jump inside his pants. Her eyes trailed back up to his own, smugness overloading, before she continued to speak.
"Mhm, I forgot you like dick almost as much as I do," she teased. "I do apologise for my unacceptable teasing."
"This is gonna take forever to go down..." Dusk groaned. "And what if somebody sees it?"
"Yeah, that is quite the problem. Your choice of pants doesn't do much to hide the big fucker," Tempest nodded. "Might as well have just drawn a chalk outline down to your ankles."
"It's not that big," the svelte stallion protested.
"It might as well be," Tempest chuckled, crossing her arms over her buxom chest and stroking her chin. "Last time I took it up my ass, it felt like you were gonna chip one of my teeth."
"Please don't talk about me fucking your ass right now," Dusk pleaded.
"You getting too excited, baby?" Tempest asked in a cutesy, babying voice.
"..."
"Well?" she pressed.
"Yes," he admitted hesitantly.
"Oh no, if only there was something we could do about that," Tempest sighed, pretending to think it over. "Oh, wait!"
She snapped her fingers and quietly exclaimed, a real lightbulb-over-the-head performance if Dusk had ever seen one, and she hooked a finger under Dusk's chin before pulling him good and close.
"How about I take you back to the showers and let you fuck my ass again?" she offered, her lips mere centimetres from his, pouring lustful breaths onto his maw.
"Tempest..." the much-shorter stallion whimpered.
"Tell you what, don't vocally answer. I'm gonna stick my tongue out just the way you like it, and if you wanna come fuck my ass, all you have to do is lick it, okay?"
Dusk didn't answer, instead his eyes locking onto Tempest's plump, talented lips as she slowly slid her hot, wet tongue out from between them. She extended it to a comfortable length, gently resting it without having to force, and waited for the stallion's response. His heart thundered in his chest, his cock swelling against the fabric, and his lust skyrocketed from such a simple, basic, and casual gesture from the mare.
And, like the well-trained dog she knew he was, Dusk's own tongue lolled from his mouth and lapped against hers. Her moaned onto the wet muscle, a grin spreading onto Tempest's face as she licked back against him. The exchange only lasted a few moments, long enough for Tempest to squeeze her hand against Dusk's sizeable, curvaceous ass and steal another moan from his maw.
"You're such a good girl," she said teasingly, rubbing her thigh against his twitching cock before removing her tongue from his. "Now... let's take this back to the ladies room, shall we?"
"I..." the stallion began, voice stricken with apprehension. "Yeah... alright."
The two wasted no more time than absolutely necessary. Once locked away inside a shower stall inside the female changing rooms, Dusk's hands were all over the buxom, muscle-bound body of his oh-so-close friend. His mouth found her tit almost instantly, one hand reaching over her hip to grab a handful of her mountainous ass a mere moment later.
"Mhmm, going for the old favourites, I see?" Tempest teased, grinding her ass against Dusk's eager grip to let him really feel the weight shift.
The water cascading off their bodies and down into the drain would cover their voices well enough from even the noisiest of onlookers, provided they kept it quiet. But 'keeping it quiet' was a goliath task, one almost as large as the womb-smashing cock that Tempest felt poking against the underside of her enormous breasts.
She closed her hand around his shaft, eagerly using her other hand to cup his head tighter against her breast. She bit her bottom lip, the stallion stealing a groan from his buxom partner as he suckled her erect nipple, tongue lashing around the sensitive tip as it loved to do.
Tempest could feel the pre leaking from the head of his cock before she'd even pumped it twice. Dusk was a virile stallion, to say the very least, and she knew what kind of ammo the cannon between his legs could fire at the slightest provocation. His cock was as excited he was, and was clearly drooling just as much as he was. Her fingers drew rings around the tip, reaching down the length to cup one of his baseball-sized testicles in the palm of her hand, feeling his cum-swollen nuts churning that thick, heavy batter, ready to give her a whole other kind of shower.
More-than-eager to experience such a titanic load, Tempest got to work releasing it. Swiftly and skilfully, she got to her knees and sealed her mouth around Dusk's wet, throbbing prick. The stallion's head lolled back, his hand finding refuge in the long locks of Tempest's soaked man, eagerly watching her bob her head up and down the length of his cock.
The mare was pacing herself, clearly. Whether to prevent Dusk from popping like a poorly-opened champagne bottle or to simply ride out the time with his dick in her mouth, something she'd always been a large fan of, he had no idea. Bedding Tempest, so to speak, was always a roulette wheel of experiences. Sometimes she'd pin him to the bed and milk his nuts dry as if attempting a speedrunning challenge, and other times she'd arrive with wine and song to whisk him off for a romantic evening of gentle, unwinding lovemaking.
It was much too early into their engagement to see which Tempest he was going to be enjoying his time with, so he merely took the lead and decided to see what she did in response. His fingers curled into a gentle grip and, with a gentle push, his cock slipped deeper and deeper into Tempest's mouth. Inch after inch of his arm-length prick were downed by the talented mare, nary an inch of width nor length causing her visible discomfort.
Instead her eyelids fluttered, a loving gaze seemingly etched onto her face, cheeks flushed with sexual desire and romantic adoration. After all, what showed off how much a mare cared for you better than her taking every single inch of your battering ram of a cock without so much as a breath of protest?
"Throat that dick," Dusk purred from between clenched jaws, hips suddenly shuddering as a bolt of pleasure ran from the tips of his toes to the base of his skull.
Tempest didn't answer, instead letting out a long, pleasure moan as her lips tightened around his length, slurping wet and hard on his cock from the furthest base to the highest tip. She lashed her tongue around the tip of his head, gliding over his cumslit and swallowing down a mouthful of pre, before plunging herself back down onto his cock. A firm, loving kiss was planted on Dusk's fat nuts, Tempest's eyes closing for a brief moment as she lost herself in her own enjoyment, before reopening her gorgeous orbs and staring deep into Dusk's very being.
Her hands cupped the stallion's nuts, again toying with them like prized, gilded orbs. She admonished them with affection, granting the same gift of love and focus to every inch of his perfect cock. She could feel more and more streams of his thick pre-cum sliding down her throat, filling her stomach with hot, sticky love. She'd done this dance before, and knew that the light drizzle she was experiencing now was nothing in comparison to the rainstorm of lust she'd experienced in the nearest of futures.
She winked playfully at her stallion as one hand slipped from underneath his sack to his tight ring. Dusk's breath caught in his throat as her finger slid into his wet asshole, curling and massaging his prostate with trained precision. The delicate ladyboy had been here numerous times before with many mares, many stallions, and everything inbetween. An act he'd once felt deep shame over was now one he readily encouraged, thankful for his dominant partner's intimate knowledge of his intimate desires, meaning he'd not even had to hint towards what he desired.
The work she performed on him was nothing short of stellar. Well-trained and experienced, Tempest dripped as much cock-gobbling talent as Dusk's twitching prick dripped cum. The metaphorical skies had darkened and the storm had rolled in, the groaning and twitching of her beautiful partner's entire being making it more than clear that the rains were about to commence.
She was ready and prepared, having been caught offguard by the torrent beforehand, yet the many times she'd bedded her favourite little pet since then had taught her all his tells and tattles. She locked herself in position, cupped his fat, sloshing nuts with both hands, and slid her mouth right back to the tip of his prick just as he popped.
Or 'exploded' might be a more appropriate term.
The first rope of cum, thick as glue and warm as porridge, splattered over her tongue and dove into the depths of her throat. The taste, the texture, and the smell, even under the wet air of the shower, was overpowering from the moment it touched down on her tastebuds. Biology took over rationality at this point, and Tempest's dignified and controlled status was violently evicted by the need to breed brought on by a single mouthful of cum.
Like a shark swimming through chummed waters, her instincts kicked in and she became beyond insatiable. Dusk's meaty cock acted as a chaser to the first shot of cum Tempest guzzled down, throating his dick once more and allowing him to paint her insides without a nanosecond of travel time for his delicious cum. Slurping loudly, bobbing her head, and massaging those twitching nuts of his, desperately milking his cock for all of his cum down to the last, fertile drop of it became her only concern.
Soon the stallion overpowered her grip, pulling his length from her desperate maw and spraying the last half of his titanic orgasm over every inch of her body. Like a spilled bucket of pain, the stallion's thick cum clung to the buxom body of his Amazonian partner, his load coating the curves and ridges of her muscular form. She ran her fingers down over her body, slathering on the semen so thick that the powerful shower they found themselves in desperately struggled to wash it away.
There'd be a plumber called out before the day was done for a drain blockage at this rate, and it was knowledge that Tempest claimed with pride, as full of devious ego as she was full of cum at the moment. But she knew this was only the beginning, and that her beautiful little stallion had oh-so much more to give.
She cracked her eyes open again, panting heavily as an effort to restore her stamina as Dusk gently stroked out the last of his orgasm onto her waiting tits. Tempest soon stood up, running her hands over her chiselled abdomen and watching the last of Dusk's titanic load be washed from her beautiful body and down into the plumbing below.
The stallion stepped forward, seemingly on pure instinct, and began stroking his cock against her six pack. The excitement of the action seemed to spur on a little overproduction, as the stallion continued to spurt cum onto her stomach and just in between her cleavage. A grin was plastered on Tempest's face, again rubbing her stomach and feeling his glue-thick cum mix with the water of the shower as it ran off her statuesque physique.
"You like that, don't you, you little pervert?" Tempest teased, again fondling her lover's fat balls for those last few spurts of his delicious cum. "My little gayboy loves to cum on these big, girly abs, doesn't he?"
"S-Shut up," Dusk chuckled, finally releasing his cock and allowing it to slop down against his leg, half-hard and clearly spent for the moment. "Fuck, that felt good."
"Yeah, well you're not out of the woods just yet, my little cum-hose," Tempest smirked, turning around to face the tiled wall of the shower and bending over, using her strong fingers to spread the crack of her titanic ass wider and expose her twitching ring. "You've still got one more path to explore, yeah?"
"Oh, fucking gladly," he grinned, a debacherous glint in his eye as he eagerly stroked his cock back to full mast.
The stallion positioned himself properly, lining his fat cock up in the perfect place to let his wide, girlish hips do their best work on Tempest's asshole. The warmth radiating off her ring and onto the cock of his head was noticeable even through the temperature of the water. Tempest gave her ass an eager shake, her hands falling free and allowing her cheeks to bounce up against Dusk's length, even teasing his fat balls with a little contact due to both the sheer size of her ass and the stallion's nuts.
"Now for my favourite bit," Tempest grinned eagerly, feeling the pressure of Dusk's fat cockhead against her excited asshole.
With a bite of her lip and a groan of pleasure, Dusk's wet length soon found its way inside her. Her head rolled back, her long, wet mane spilling over the face of her much-shorter lover as she continued to shake that mountainous ass against his length. Before he was even halfway buried inside her, the flat of his palm gave her fat, jiggling ass a powerful slap, watching the flesh ripple like a basin of water for several seconds afterwards.
"Mhmmm, I love it when you get forceful, sweetheart," Tempest moaned, gently squeezing her nipples to add even more pleasure to the sensation.
"Then you're gonna love this-" he smirked, shoving her up against the wall and gripping as tight as his hands could on her wide hips.
Tempest's body moved forwards, her fat tits squished up against the tiled wall in the most delicious way, all before the wind was almost knocked out of her by Dusk's sudden increase in speed. She could feel her tight inner walls flexing, Dusk's stupidly-big cock stretching her cute little asshole to its absolute limit. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth after a mere fifteen seconds of her beautiful little stallion rearranging her insides.
"Ohhhh fuuuuck yeahhhhh..." came the pleasure-drunk moan from between the mares lips.
Dusk slapped her across the ass again, giving her other cheek some love and leaving a matching hand print just visible on the hue of her body. The sound of his hips colliding with hers, the clap of his fast-filling balls slapping against her thick, toned thighs was barely drowned out by the water, and the two of them knew for a fact there wasn't a shower loud enough to mask the fuck-drunk braying pouring from Tempest's mouth.
"You're gonna get us kicked out, you know?" Dusk asked, leaning forward and licking a trail of water off Tempest's muscle-toned back, suckling her flesh lovingly.
"Like I give half an ounce of a fuck!" Tempest barked back. "You're royalty and I'm your little slut. If they try to put a hand on either of us, I'll break them in half before you even pull out!"
And almost as if on some cosmic queue, the door to the shower was ripped open and a large, unimpressed female security guard was greeted by the sight of Dusk's enormous cock ploughing in and out of Tempest's asshole. The two debacherous ponies turned to look at their new number three, neither showing any hint of stopping or slowing down whatsoever.
The guard recognised Dusk immediately, the anger instantly melting away to apprehension and a lack of self-assuredness. She had no idea what to do or what to say to the Alicorn, especially when he showed the entire changing room what he thought of her position of authority.
"Can I help you, miss?" Dusk asked, his voice dripping in arrogance as he picked up the pace.
"Y-Your Majesty, I'm afraid I-" she began, only for her speech to be interrupted by Dusk walloping Tempest's ass once again, gaining another loud moan from his fucktoy as pleasure rippled through her entire body.
"What?" Dusk asked over the din of the shower, the bone-shaking fucking, and Tempest's exaggerated moans. "Can you say that again, please?"
"I'm going to have to ask you to-" she tried once more, only to yet again be cut off by another whorish moan from the muscular mare.
The security guard was cringing out of her skin, and the other gym-goers had clued in on the commotion and began to pay attention. Several of them stormed out in horror while others stayed to watch the entertainment, with one particularly-brave gryphon slipping her smartphone out to get a nice recording angle as the royal and his 'consort' continued to act up.
Dusk and Tempest looked back at one another, grinning ear to ear and fully enjoying their little session, knowing full well the ramifications it would bring on. If Dusk was lucky, after several weeks of public apologies and one or two assassinations, the issue might become cold enough to move on from. Until then, he decided he was going to give them a front page headline that'd sell some fucking papers. He gritted his teeth, digging his fingers into Tempest's wide hips, and slamming himself back inside her once, twice, and a third and final time before blowing a second, even larger load into her guts.
Tempest's muscled gut ballooned immediately, one blast of cum from the over-eager stallion being enough to fill her up and then some. It was clear he had a lot to give and was ready to give it.
So much...
Too much...
She could feel it in her gut and knew exactly what she was about to get. Her stomach ballooned further, looking pregnant with triplets in less than a minute, but she knew the stallion had overfilled her. And with his cork of a cock still lodged in her ass and the flow being nowhere close to stopping, there was only one other place it could go.
Soon she was warmed through, from asshole to the furthest tip of her tongue as Dusk's white, thick, and powerful spooge blasted up and over her maw. It splattered hard and loud onto the tiled floor beneath them, his balls churning and flexing only for another powerful jet to course out of the mare's mouth half a second later.
The faces in the changing room watching the scene showed expressions ranging from abject horror to the most unrestrained gazes of lust and desire a mare could possibly possessed. The security guard lost their nerve and stormed out, the disgusted viewers followed suit, and the gryphon filming the entire ordeal wolf-whistled and cheered, loudly applauding the couple's sexual crime against good nature with reckless abandon.
Soon enough, Dusk's flow came to an end, and once he pulled out of Tempest's filled asshole and allowed her over-filled stomach to drain onto the shower floor, she gulped down the rest of the cum in her throat and allowed it to settle. She placed a hand on her stomach as she felt herself draining, her pregnant visage soon returning to her normal, muscular, flat abdomen. A sight she'd missed and a form she always adored feeling. Dusk, cock wilting and chest heaving, turned to face the filming gryphon, giving a wink and a thumbs up, a gesture he got in return before the beautiful gryphon cut the film and headed on about her day.
"Oh... oh, we are in so much fucking trouble," Tempest giggled, wiping the cum from her bottom lip as she stared up at the ceiling, hands on her hips as she did so.
"Yeah... fuck, my mom's probably gonna end up seeing that in a few days," Dusk sighed, wiping his mane out of his face and sighing disappointedly. "What the fuck is wrong with us?"
"Oh, many things, my dear, sweet cum factory," Tempest laughed, turning around and embracing the smaller stallion, burying his face in her tits once again. "I know it's a bit gay to say it, but I fucking love you, Dusk Shine. You know that, right?"
"Yeah..." Dusk nodded, hugging back and playfully squeezing her handprint-stained ass once again. "You're one of the best things in my life, and are so bad for my reputation, Tempest."
"Where would you be without me?" she asked.
"Probably having sex with someone else in private that doesn't have a recording of me pumping her full of cream like a fucking wedding cake," he sniggered.
"Yes, I suppose you would be with someone boring and lame, wouldn't you?" Tempest nodded, slapping Dusk on the ass as she stepped away from him, clearly getting her second wind once again. "Right, I'm dying for a drink and want something to snack on. How do you feel about taking me out to dinner as penance for ruining my reputation?"
"Me ruining your reputation?" Dusk asked with faux outrage, laughing as she stared up at his lover. "This whole thing was your idea!"
"Not in the story I'll sell to the media if you don't pay for my food, it wasn't!" she cackled. "Now, lemme rinse my mouth and ass out quickly, and then we can get going."
"That's a sentence I totally had on my bingo card for today," Dusk laughed, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"And I know you wouldn't have it any other way," Tempest smirked, opening her mouth to gargle the shower water as Dusk searched around for a towel.
They had fun, at least every once and a while.
