Prada in the Pudding-Pits
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Prada in the Pudding-Pits
“Cannot flockin’ believe I decided to let Flitter keep the hoof-fan…” hissed Cloudkicker, her mind certain shit would hit it instead if her newest fixer-uppers didn’t arrive soon. Her frosty blue mane was now a mop thanks to the sweat, keeping her from seeing the still-pitted walls and dust-choked floors of the building lobby she was melting in.
Of course, it was a thought banished as soon as it breached Cloudchaser's mind; the ventilation and plumbing issues were things she should have thought of before parking her rump here. Now Cloudchaser didn’t have air conditioning to beat this three-digit heat wave rolling through Ponyville, or a shower to at least stave it away.
And despite her and Flitter’s hard work over the past few months, Debon-Mares’ Prada was still mainly a concept in name only. Even that sign they’d made to show its face to the world listing in the corner of the lobby - all pastel greens and blues, loopy cursive cradling flashbulb lights like a casino’s - seemed to mock her as she stewed. God, what she’d give for a cup of iced tea.
Of course, she requested the mechanics here before the other Ponyville stores opened. Of course.
“Fuck, those zebras better get here soon,” she mumbled.
Nothing answered her - except for the dust tickling at her snout. Eventually, it did what dust usually makes pony sinuses do.
“Great,” Cloudchaser hissed, whipping out a cloth to clear the snot from the table. “All I need is some surprise visit from the inspector or landlady, and…”
“Woot woot! Bend down here boys, let’s get this show on the road!”
Even before the doors swung open, Cloudchaser’s mane got poofy - well, poofier - at the familiarity of that sultry mare’s voice. But before she saw that pony, two mouthwatering sights filled the sunlight-bleached opening.
Specifically, two hunky zebras, with barely a scrap of clothing keeping their granite-sculpted curves from Cloudchaser’s sight. The first one had a stub-ended mop of black and white locks sweeping over his chiseled face, a perfect complement to the mischievous grin twinkling under it. The other one? Well, Cloudchaser had definitely seen him around before, thanks to the Equestria Games posters - not often that zebras got on it, and that half-acre of sleek muscle and shiny stripes showed it. He was clearly Zehnder - Cloudchaser was sure she’d die with that name photocopied on her eyelids.
Just the thought of seeing Flitter impaled on that gorgeous stud’s erection was enough to get Cloudchaser’s coat damp - and her loins damper. Of course, Cloudchaser would also be very involved in that lewd fantasy, taking Flitter’s gaping plot for everything it was worth, hearing Flitter moan that she wanted them to pound her forever…
Of course, Cloudchaser’s lust-drunk mind re-registered another reason why these two zebras would be here. “Oh, I guess yo-you’re the inspectors! W-want me to help with your heavy load?”
Before she could smack herself upside the head for the innuendo inherent in that sentence, the zebra on the left - Zehnder - spoke up. “Not to worry-ah- Miss Cloud. Just need to get our new appraiser through the door; then we can talk shop. Literally, in your case.”
“... appraiser?”
“Her words, not ours.” huffed the other zebra. “FIgured after our short-lived other gigs, we should have somepony around to keep us focused. Sure seemed to agree real quick when she knew we were visiting you, though.”
‘Yeah, I’d bet,’ Cloudchaser thought but didn’t add.
“And of course, she finds the heaviest chair in Ponyville to give to Miss Cloud as some-umph-goodwill present, too!” wheezed Zehnder. “You better not drop your half, Zahere!”
“Chill, Zehn - hard as it is to do in this temperature…” mused Zahere, happily shaking another wave of sweat from his mane. The baby blue eyes that twinkled behind these swaying braids almost seemed to liquefy Cloudchaser on the spot. “Just duck in here and we’re golden.”
So this is why I wanted him as a playdate for me and Flitter, she said, sucking in a breath.
“Besides, we’re supposed to be generous with these gifts we have, right?” Zehere’s muscles rippled like snakes as he tried to flex, a move that made Cloudchaser giggle and Zendher scoff. “And what the ladies want, the ladies get. And ladies don’t come much more… experienced… then lil’ Miss Leech.”
Down came the name of the pony those two hotties were carrying, and Cloudchaser’s lightheaded libido whipped away in a flash. Despite the mouthwatering curves of the black-coated unicorn sitting atop that golden chair, Cloudchaser’s mouth stayed defiantly pursed. Despite the come-hither look that seemed to be eternally present in Leech’s slitted pink eyes, the ones from the pegasus facing her only burned with competition and cockiness. Even her ignited horn, giving Leech an almost ethereal violet aura over her body, was looked at by Cloudchaser with all the same ire as if it was a simple glow-stick.
Even as Leech hopped off that gaudy golden seat, her forehooves outstretched for a hug, Cloudchaser hoof just poked right into her generous chest, stopping her dead in her tracks. Yet Leech’s smile didn’t depress one inch.
“Hi! How’s your bestie Flitter?” Leech chirped. “Heard you two finally decided to tie the knot - or just knot, whichever sounds hotter.” Her half-lidded eyes shamelessly gave away which option she thought met that marker.
Cloudchaser cocked her head, but otherwise said nothing.
Then familiarity, slow but steady, made Leech’s smile creep higher on her cheeks. “Oh, right; forgot how we decided our greetings go now.” she purred dangerously. “After… that interview.”
“Two hot zebras are next to you and you’re still remembering names properly?” Cloudchaser finally spoke. “Guess I know it’s not Wednesday, Leech.”
“Pleasure before business,” Leech shot back. “Of course, some of us can still do both.”
And just like that, it was off to the races, both ponies firing off invectives snout-to-snout.
“By the by, nice to see you again, Leech. Not often you’re upright when that happens!”
“Happy to see ya too, Cloud. Not often I see your front when that happens.”
“Not often you see any, unless it’s the Los Pegasus attendants asking where your parents are.”
Leech’s eyebrows rose cattily. “Just how old do you take me for? Curious.”
“You look like you’re twelve and whine like you’re six; should I add the numbers or subtract?”
“Depends, you gonna lay back and let Flitter do all the work there too?“
Cloudchaser’s eyes were almost slitted themselves as they bored into leech, both mares were panting lightly, their ears flared, their every muscle tensed like bowstrings about to snap. But before Zahere and Zehnder could pipe up, utterly gobsmacked by the show they’d seen…
…Cloudchaser finally swept up Leech in a crushing hug.
“Sweet shit, Leech, I missed seeing you around!” she cooed, her tail flicking in joy. “So that tongue is still as sharp as it is sperm-coated!”
“You know it!" Leech replied, ruffling a hoof through Cloudy’s frost-like locks. “By the way, that Los Pegasus line - absolute perfection. Didn’t think you kept up with my schedule, too!”
Cloudchaser chuckled. “S’easy as Pie and twice as simple, Leech…”
“...just follow the trail of dick-drained stallions!” both of them chortled simultaneously, devolving into another fit of body-rocking giggles.
Now Zehnder was really confused at what he was witnessing. So was Zahere, if the heavy thunk of now-un-held golden bars denting cruelly on the tiled floor was any indication.
“Fill us in, girls,” he finally squeaked out. "I know we just got in, but…”
“Oh yeah, of course!” Cloudchaser merrily said, turning to embrace both zebras as well. Starting with Zehnder, of course; just to grind her barrel against that six-pack of his like she was cheese. Only a little, of course. “I’m… oh… I’m Cloudchaser, and my bestie Flitter’ll be back soon. As for me and Leech…” Cloudchaser winked at the unicorn crossing her legs atop the desk. “Way-back buddies after the chemistry classes in school. Heck, we once auditioned for Svengallop’s company in Manehattan, but… that opportunity fell outta our hooves. Creative differences in opinions, let’s just say.”
“No way was that was just a difference, I know I made Countess cum mor-”
Cloud’s hoof slapped over Leech’s mouth before more could be spoiled. “Focus, everyone - it's Debon-Mares’ Prada’s interior that needs your special touch right now.”
It was at that point that the difference in the two zebra’s styles became profound. Starting with Zahere, grace and strength intermingled in his curt bow. “A Canterlot alumni. Would that I met you earlier, Miss Cloud. Zehnder, at your servic-”
And then there was Zahere, bowling over his friend to get face-to-face with Cloudchaser. “Miss Cloud, I will pay the both of you to hear how that story in Manehattan played out.”
“Su-sure thing…” Cloudchaser shivered, the hot musk of Zahere overwhelming her senses again. “J-just… let me show you our problem points in this place.”
Zahere nodded, sheepishly turning back to help Zehnder up. Them nuzzling each other’s cheeks the second Zehnder was off the ground went unnoticed by Cloudchaser, as occupied with not drooling out a storm between her legs as she was.
For Leech, though, her eyes got even more dilated at the sight. “Oooh, if only you knew why I came with them, Cloud…” she whispered, following both zebras eager. “Fuck, I might be coming with them afterwards, too.”
“So, anything more you’ve got for us to plumb?”
That Zahere was saying this while hoof-deep in the much of an exposed set of grimy pipes made Zehnder roll his eyes. Cloudchaser, however, was a bit lost for words. Not just because one wrong wingflapy would have her tumbling onto the lake of mud sitting in a giant square basin. Not just because Leech’s horn-light looking for more burst plumbing and leaks through the walls was making Cloud blink so rapidly it screwed up her concentration.
No, Cloud’s sudden muteness had everything to do with how Zahere’s paint-on jeans were slipping down his hips time he leaned into his crevice to replace the pipes. Goodness, Cloud could probably bounce bits off the sculpted, striped ass revealing itself to her.
So it took a while of working around her own dry-cotton-like mouth for Cloudchaser to say. “I-I’m not sure. It took everything just to find this room. And the second Flitter started running mud through this bath to see the leaks.. .well, I was too busy having it taken off.”
“Oooh, that sucks. Glad we got here when we did, then!” cheered Zaheere.
Left unsaid to that braid-maned zebra was the fact that it was Flitter’s tongue taking the mud off of Cloudchaser’s. Also left unsaid was Cloudcaser’s suspicions that this might be something tastier than mud. She was the one who’d pumped it in, after all-
“-awww…” Leech’s sighed.
“Let me guess, more leaks we can’t reach?” Zehnder said.
“No, you’ve got the last ones,” grumbled Leech. “Just thought that when Zahere was talking about being interested in the plumbing…”
“...not getting it, sorry,” Zehnder finally replied after a long pause.
“Oh come on, silly- she meant how familiar Cloud is with her best friend’s inner plumbing!”
Cloud nearly somersaulted out of the air at Zahere’s brick-blunt words. Leech let out another chuckle, reclining on the wall at the thought of this.
With one final wrench Zehnder unfinished his section and whirled on his friend. “And just where are you getting off making such pointed questions of our new employer?”
“Oh, Zenhder baby,” Zahere was doing that lovely pout now, the absolutely sinful curve of his lips making Cloud suck in a breath just watching it. “There’s no worst-kept secret in Equestria than what gets me off. B’sides, it’s sweltering here.” Rearing up on his hind legs, he shot Cloud a sultry wink. “And anything that'd beat the heat would be greatly appreciated.”
A frustrated groan slipped free from Zehnder’s sweat-speckled lips. “Then ask Leech to cool you down.”
“Kinda can’t, boys.” Leech pointed to her horn, still glowing strong. “And you two know why, too.”
Cloud finally fluttered to a landing on the edge of the tub, noticing the lack of any… irritation in Leech’s voice following that statement. It certainly did look like Leech was pumping forth more magical energy than normal - that aura of hers hadn’t let up since they got into this room. But why…?
“Come off it, Zehn!” Folding his forearms, Zahere’s eyes shot right onto the two mares, Cloud suddenly feeling a hundred degrees hotter under that hunk’s stare. “I’m done on my end too. Why not shoot the shot with these two lovely mares?”
“Because we still have that chair to fit in on the showroom floor!” Zehnder’s voice hiked up as he turned his back to Zahere. Even though his own mane hid it, Cloudchaser swore she could see some red dusting Zehnder’s cheeks too. “After the Equestria Games, I’d think you’d learn about letting your dick get the better of you.”
“Moi? Au contraire, my fellow master of Zehn…” Zahere swiped at his friend’s built shoulders playfully. “... but you were the one who’s frantic motions accidentally turned that mic on!”
Now Zehnder was hot in more ways than one, rising on his hind-legs to go eye-to-eye with his partner. “And you were the one who wouldn’t stop thrusting after I saw that mic was on!”
“Oh so now me going hilt-deep in you’s a problem!”
“Not in a million years; the howling Harshwhinny gave when I filled her tight cunt was!”
“I told you to let me gag her, Zehn!”
“You say that about everyone you fuck!”
“Because it’s hot with everyone I fuck!”
“So say we all…” Three pairs of eyes focused on Leech, her dilated eyes locked right on Zahere’s scrumptious rump. The two zebra’s arguing and pushing had nearly left those pans he was wearing cradling his thighs instead of his ass. Not only did Zahere not make any move to pull it up, Leech didn’t make any to let him know. “But Zahere’s right, Zehn. It’s such a hot day, and Cloudchaser’s been so patient with us. Maybe we should help her work off that sweat of hers - one friend’s gift to another.”
The look Zehnder shot Leech was almost wounded. “Leech, really? After what we did at her house? It’s a wonder Fl-” Then his hooves clasped over his mouth, seconds too late.
“W-wait, at my house?” Now it was Cloudchaser’s turn to round on Leech, the unicorn almost foal-like with how she playfully cowered under Cloudchaser’s glare. “Leech, what did you do?”
“Do you really want to know?”
Cloudchaser’s ears drooped. “... no, not really. And if it kept Flitter from heading to Zecora’s I woulda heard it an-”
Then Leech launched up and let her lips drift to Cloudchaser’s ear, whispering that mystery with a Cheshire grin. Halfway through, Cloudchaser’s head tilted, lips casting open in an ‘O’. By its end, that new moon had turned into a cresent moon, Cloudchaser grinning stupidly.
“Oh, Leech…” Cloudchaser panted, her own chest heaving like the bags strapped around Leech’s barrel were actually upon hers. “That’s… very thoughtful of you.”
Zehnder slapped a hoof over his face. “Leech, we were supposed to be discreet about that!” he got out. “It’s why you’ve been holding that spell up - if anycreature else saw how we marke-”
“Well, the only ones here are you two boys and Cloud. And she’s definitely not a stranger to letting the heat get to her, right?” Like Cloudchaser would say no to those coquettishly fluttering eyelashes of Leech. “So, maybe we can make up her mind if I do… this!”
And then Leech’s horn-light cut out entirely. Of course, there was still plenty of sunlight leaking in through the cracked windows ringing this room - plenty to see the vivid array of zebra stripes Leech’s relinquished aura revealed upon her body.
Cloudchaser’s jaw felt like it’d tunneled to Tartarus with how far it dropped.
“No. Way…” she squeaked, looking over those tribal strikes hugging Leech’s barrel and flanks like claws. Especially when she got to Leech’s ass, the crafty unicorn flicking and fanning her tail toward the gaping pegasus. Which meant the amorous aroma from Leech’s drooling cunt was the first thing to hit Cloudchaser’s snout.
Faust almighty, it took everything Cloudchaser had not to go peach-munching then and there.
“You like?” Leech purred, her hips swiveling lazily at the feel of Cloudchaser’s steamy breath blowing between them. “These two fine zebras spent their entire trip keeping my tank full to bursting. Then when Flitter found me hilt-deep in Zahere, there -” And Leech shot a smoldering look at Zahere. “She wanted a turn too, and… well, she’s really hot when she’s taking charge.”
Despite the debauched hilt to Leech’s voice, her smile only returned when Cloudchaser’s shoulders sagged in relief. “Yeah, that sounds like Flitter. Gets so… energetic the second a mare and a large cock get in close proximit-oh my, Zahere!”
Speaking of proximity, Zahere was doing all he could to become one with Cloudchaser’s personal space. Not that she minded it though - not only did that mean there were two sizzling-hot studs for her to eye-fuck, it meant she was close enough to smell the mouthwatering musk billowing off of Zahere’s heaving package. Unsheathed, titanic, and bulging enticingly around his jeans, Cloudchaser would swear that she could count the veins on that burgeoning mare-splitter.
Then that alluring vision left her sight in a blur or black and white as Zehnder pulled him away. “Goodness, Zahere, give the mare some room befo-oh wait, Zahere watch out!”
Even Leech’s ignited horn wasn't fast enough to keep Zahere from falling into that pit of mud. The explosion of liquid instead was kept from Cloudchaser’s form with a quick barrier, leaving both mares blind to Zahere’s struggles.
But the second the wave faded, Zehnder was in that pool in seconds, dragging the coughing zebra up from the much that clung to him like quicksand.
“By Celestia, Zahere, I am so sorry!” Zehnder’s voice was almost mouse-like as he heaved his forelegs and Zahere’s onto the lip of the pool, the Goodness, and now you’re covered in muck too! Damn it, you were right about me, I was such a careless fool then and I’m one no-”
“Hoc…hocklete…”
Zehnder’s eyebrow rose, hard as it was to see around the brown goop falling from it in heaps. “Pardon?”
“I said…” Zahere swelled down a maw-ful of the brown substance doo, shaking his mane free of it like a playful dog. “It’s chocolate, Zehn! Chocolate pudding, this whole tub’s full of it!”
Cloudchaser, already posed to leap into that mucky pool to help the two zebras, almost fell over in shock. This whole thing was full of chocolate! Where did Flitter even get that much-”
And then Cloudchaser's mind flashed back to the lifetime supply of that substance she had in their basement. The one only a fleet of ‘later, as a surprise’ responsesfrom Flitter had kept from being used.
“By Faust, Flitter…” whispered Cloudchaser, swaying dangerously on her hooves. “You were gonna have us fuck in this, weren’t you?”
She was not the only mare slack-jawed at this revelation. “Holy shit!” Leech bubbled, sticking a hoof through the creamy substance and bringing it up to her lips. “It is chocolate! Okay, no way are we letting this get to waste.” Her horn lit up again, and both zebras found themselves hastily hauled out of the tub, landing in a heap between Leech and Cloudchaser.
Zehnder, being the one underneath Zahere when this happened, bore the brunt of the impact. “Oooofh!” he bellowed, the air now as far from that zebra’s lungs as Zahere’s sense of direction was from him, if his flailing limbs were any indication. “Could have done with a warning first, Leech but… at least we’re… out of that sticky…”
The second Zehnder got out from under his friend and saw that look of wanton lust cloud Leech’s eyes, he knew what was next. Then he heard Cloudchaser’s heavy panting as she stroked hooves through Zahere’s sweet-covered coat. A lump of saliva traveled down his throat, passing his building carnal instincts.
For Cloudchaser in particular, seeing Zahere get scooped out from the pit reminded her of nothing as vividly as it did her own encounters with a mud bath, several weeks prior. When she was literally stroking herself silly in the tub, her eyes locked on the trembling Flitter, purring out dirty promises as her clit was ground and gushed against that bath’s edge. Seeing Zahere, so brash and perverted, in a similar state as her, just wanting to fuck the stress and heat away…
It made her pussy clench harder, and Zahere would be blind not to see it.
Especially when she let her pudding-covered hooves drift every-so-close to his sodden jeans. His half-sheathed cock was already halfway out of those clothes, slightly flaccid due to the cold pudding caked to it - so, only a prominent nine inches.
“Oh shit, Cloud,” Zahere whispered, watching as Cloud peeled those tight jeans off his legs. His sculpted legs slowly revealed themselves as she did, unsullied by the pudding otherwise clinging to him like a second skin. “You always this direct, friend?”
“Only 'cause I learned from you, you sexy little fuck.”
Zahere’s cock might as well have been spring-loaded, it went stiff in an instant. Which gave Cloudchaser an amazingly slick surface to grind her hips again as she roughly kissed Zahere.
Even with Zahere looming over her from his spot on the ground, Cloudchaser took over in seconds. Her tongue slipped around Zahere’s and plundered his mouth, sticky trails of saliva dancing down from their lips to coat both quadruped’s chests. The peachy undercurrent - goodness, there it was again - from Zahere’s mouth fired up Cloudchaser’s starving sex like nothing else (not named Flitter or Leech), that trickle between her hindlegs now a stream as she humped against Zahere’s dick.
“Fuck, Cloudchaser… he whinnied as their lips broke for air, his cock throbbing against Cloudchaser’s barrel as he wrapped his forehoves tighter around her. “I just n-need it, need to feel something around meee…”
If Cloudchaser brought more of her dripping folds against him, she was certain the friction would start electrical fires. Instead, she crushed her cheek against Zahere’s, bringing both fuck-mates' focus on Leech and Zehnder.
Which only made both of them rock even harder against one another at the lewd sight before them.
Whether by magic or by lust, Leech had already got most of Zehnder’s clothes off, layering kisses down the still-sitting zebra’s thighs as one of her hooves stroked trails down Zehnder’s cock. Already a raging fourteen inches and so thick that Leech’s foreleg struggled to wrap around it, that fuckpipe’s every needy throb made both Cloudchaser and Zahere gush just at the sight.
“Leech….” Zehnder pleaded, his eyes almost narrowed to slits themselves with how he tried t struggle against his own libido. “We… just got done… fucking you senseless…”
“Clearly not if I still remember my name, sweetness,” purred Leech, her every lick of the pudding-caked legs of Zehnder followed by a rapturous gasp. “But your big friend can help with that.”
Cloudchaser's vision was then obscured by Zahere’s muscle-packed neck as she hotly slurped at it, unable to take not having her own lips against the chocolate coating it. Zahere was very appreciative of it too, his length sliding against Cloudchaser’s salivating slit as he purred, so close to wet entrances at both ends of this sex-dripping pegasus but unable to fill either. But as more of that black-and-white neck peeked out from kiss-shaped holes in the pudding caked against it, Cloudchaser was taken further away from her troubles. Further from the heat, from her timidity in the face of Zahere’s domineering musk, further from the need to finally beat Leech to the peak.
Cloudchaser’s hooves slipped from around Zahere’s neck to the base of his weeping ramrod of a cock, twisting against the supple skin as she closed hips around its girth. She drank in zebra moans - both Zahere’s and Zehnder’s - as she peeked at Leech finally closing her lips around Zehnder's knob-sized dickhead.
Cloudchaser's decision on what to do next came down like lightning.
“Zahere, baby,” she commanded as she finally withdrew her hips from his pulsing pillar, edging on orgasm herself. “Stay up for me, will you? I need to drain that big fountain of yours, I’m so fucking parched…”
“Go ahead, Cloudy,” Zahere moaned. “Anything for you. Faust it’s s fucking full, just-oooh, fuck-”
Down to her knees in a flash, three inches deep on Zahere’s cock even faster than that, Cloudchaser hummed wantonly against the zebrameat clogging her mouth. Oh, Zahere was a thick one too, like his bestie, Cloud’s jaw straining to take his massive girth. She could feel the blood pumping through his every vein as she slurped and bobbed on his member, could taste the pre beading at Zahere's tip threatening to drown her gullet as it coaxed more out.
Again, Cloudchaser's eyes scanned all around her, desperately seeking more visual stimuli to match the musk her snout was getting drunk on. She found it in both Leech’s pumping of Zehnder’s massive cock, and the twitching pecs of Zahere’s framing the scene perfectly. Even around her own happy gurgling as she snogged more of Zahere’s sausage, she could hear Zehnder’s protesting words had devolved to husky grunts. He was fucking the crevice Leech’s wrapping forearm formed around his leaking length, the truths almost as musical to Cloudchaser’s ears as Leech’s gasps to put that huge fucking thing in her was.
Back to her own hoofiwork, and Cloudchaser was bewildered with how busy her hooves had been at that time. Zahere’s barrel was almost clear of that chocolate pudding - both to his own sweat slipping it off his ripped body and Cloudchaser’s hooves scooping it to lather more of his cock. It made everything sweeter for her as she slurped, the lubrication getting her more mileage on Zahere’s zebrahood; at least that’s what it felt like, given she was seven inches deep and still a maddening distance away from his swaying bush and balls.
With a mouth-watering pop - as if Zahere’s meaty girth and pre-cum would even let that form in her packed gullet - Zahere un-sheathe himself from Cloudchaser’s vacuum-like mouth. For a minute, both mare and zebra panted, desire-dopey grins on their faces as they considered their next move.
When they took it though, it was as one, Zahere’s hooves wrapping around Cloudchaser’s neck as she swirled her tongue on his blunt head.
Then there was nothing but that swatch of crotch-hair filling Cloudchaser’s vision as Zahere helped her impale herself on his cock, even the medial ring no match for questing lips and heaving muscle. That pop of the medial ring slipping past her maw made that soaked patch between Cloudchaser’s legs throb, and Leech’s muffled moan as she found her own way home on the hilt of Zehnder’s mammoth fuckstick made Cloudchaser grind her drooling slit on the ground.
Her mouth followed suit in languid laps, running over and over on the fifth leg of Zahere as he ruthlessly pounded her throat. For once, Cloudchaser was happy Flitter hadn't gotten close to this prodigious prick yet- every inch of that fat cock felt like water from an oasis as it basted her throat and tongue with pre. Her hips jackhammered against the floor in glee, orgasm flaring on her sparking nerves like her wings did as she deepthroated her hunky fuckbuddy.
To Cloudchaser’s shock, though, Zahere came first.
“F-FUCK, Clooud~!”
That was the only warning he gave. His cock swelled in her throat on his final few thrusts actually making Cloudchaser’s back arch and tears sting at her eyes as her last bit of air was robbed from her. The rushing torrent of virile zebra-cum that blasted out to fill her gullet more than made up for it, making her vision swim as she grinned around his geysering dick. Within seconds, her belly was a fair bit distended, the gift Zahere had given to her as wonderful as the feeling of oxygen in her starved lungs as he yanked his way out of her mouth.
And what Cloudchaser saw as those last few seed-strings on Zahere's length snapped away made her pussy throb so hard that her eyes rolled into her skull in lust. Despite shooting a Luna Bay’s worth of seed into her belly and throat, Zahere was still achingly hard.
“H…how…”
Zahere grinned. “Leech; she started a new trend among us stripy-Equestrians. Have a look.”
Shaky as Zahere’s legs were, he managed to kneel down and fish into the pocket of his jeans - still wound around his rear hooves like doilies. The pale chunk of chalk he fished out had that same sparkling glow as the strips looping around his cock. The second Cloudchaser remembered it as the same aura that had once ringed Leech’s body, the missing pieces of the puzzle slotted into place.
“Faust, I just loved it when Leech grew a cock and used it to fill me…” moaned Zahere, and Cloudchaser noted that some of the strings of white that had been creeping down this wanton zebra’s legs weren’t stripes themselves. “But I love this gift she gave me more. It powers itself on your cum, makes you go for hours. Do you want it, Cloud? I know I do.”
Cloudchaser, at this point, wanted far more than just that chalk on her. At a speed even her sex-starved mind couldn’t register, she was on her back before Zahere with her every leg spread, pussy presented prominently to Zahere’s dilating eyes like a plated peach. Her wings twitched and curled needily, almost in tune to the sauna pooling at her center.
“Stripe me…” she gasped, her own tail flicking like Leech's did, washing her amorous aroma over Zahere’s snout. “Take me! Breed me, Zahere!”
Zahere was like a master-painter, applying that magical chalk in trained laps over Cloudchaser’s legs and body. Despite how white that chalk looked at first, the stripes it left on Cloudchaser’s skin were shimmering black, each one sending a jolt of wetness between her hindlegs. Cloudchaser’s grin grew with each line she had painted on her form, and by the time Zahere threw that implement behind him, Cloudchaser’s thighs were soaked in her own runoff.
Then Zahere turned Cloudchaser on her side, almost intimate as he nestled in behind her, his ab-packed barrel flush against Cloudchaser’s back. Not only did it let that amorous Cloudchaser feel more of Zahere’s chiseled against her as he lined up to her dripping peach, it let her see Leech crawling up to her too. Zehnder was behind Leech, his limp form disappearing between every exaggerated sway of Leech’s hips, looking like a carcass picked clean by a lioness.
Not too far from the truth, considering how Zehnder’s cock - stiff as it still was - was twitching feebly in its sheath, as ruby-red and shiny as the books stamped onto Leech’s hypnotic flanks.
“Ooh, you’re real lucky today…” Leech cooed, soon licking a trail up Cloudchaser’s cheek as she moaned again. Leech’s muscle was batting at her face, Zahere’s far larger one sliding at her entrance - the feeling of over-charging Cloudchaser nerves was almost too much. Almost. “He almost never fucks like this unless he really likes you. Barely fucks mare’s first - he’s a really big fan of having fat cocks in his ass-pussy!” Then Leech’s teeth tugged at Cloudchaser’s lips. “Almost as much as he loves being striped with cum. No matter whose.”
“Oh, I saw, L-fuck- Leech,” purred Cloudchaser, her folds still clenching and dripping at the sight. “Think you can tell him to get that fuck-log in me right now?”
“Later, beautiful. Right now, I’m savoring the two loads Zehn’s so lovingly handed me.”
Cloudchaser’s eyes widened to dinner-plate size and it wasn't just because Zahere started to lick and bite at her neck. Well, not wholly. “I ca-ah!- call bullshit, Leech.”
The wad of white goo Leech happily showed bubbling behind her tongue gave more credence to her claim. Still, as Flitter could confess to the licentious Leech, Cloudchaser was never one to let the score in seed-collecting stand long.
So she got in Leech’s face daringly, and stole some of that cum through a blistering kiss, and ground her hips against the titanic tentpole of Zahere’s hot-dogging her heart-shaped ass. Cloudchaser was fast losing track of just why she’d hated the heat so much with two sin-dripping presence close to her, baking her alive in their musk and lust.
And with Zahere suckling on Cloudchaser’s ear like a newborn foal, feeling his pudding-sticky forearms wrap around her was fucking perfect. It assaulted her airways with the sweetness of that pudding as it did her throat it lovingly gripped. To be fair Leech was stealing her breath away too, her tongue lashed lewdly inside Cloudchaser’s wet mouth. Both unicorn and zebra were making Cloudchaser come undone; she’d barely come off being suffocated by this hunk’s titanic package, and this was mentally launching her right back into that erotic memory.
Sweet fuck, Cloudchaser mentally swore, I’m going to make a Mareianas Trench of Flitter’s delectable ass for this pudding present when she gets back.
With a pop of mare lips and the spreading of Cloudchaser’s lower lips, Cloudchaser snapped back to reality. And with another slatternly groan, Cloudchaser’s second-hottest wish was granted (besides the Mareianas Trench one, of course!); Zahere was slipping into her caverns at long last.
And the feeling was mindblowing.
“Shit Leech, y-you said F-fuck-Flitter used toys on this cock-slut I couldn’t e-even fit, how’s she tighter than you?” gasped Zahere, his hips jerking in a needy attempt to stuff more of his zebrahood into Cloudchaser.
“She’s like elastic, I swear,” Leech said, peppering kisses on Cloudchaser’s collarbone now that Zahere was too busy moaning to do it. “Shit, I wanna cum down her chimney now.”
If not for Cloudchaser's eyes rolling into her head for the third time, that smug grin on her face would have said it all. The Leech wasn't as good at ruthlessly milking zebra cock as her snatch was currently doing? The Leech couldn’t draw the same volume of husky moans from Zahere with her pussy’s tightness as her?
Of course that stray reminder of how Leech could still rip two orgasms from a zebra in the time it took Cloudchaser for one nagged at her head. It was only for scant seconds, though, before Zahere’s rapid thrusting pummeled it right out.
“Ah! Hah! Haaah!” cried Cloudchaser, her insides turning into putty in that colossal mare-breaker’s wake. Zahere was doing everything right, too: hooking up one of her hindlegs to drill into her drooling depths harder like Flitter, shamelessly hissing about how tight she felt like Leech was. She was bouncing on that pitted floor’s surface, her ass rippling and jiggling like jelly as Zahere’s dick and tests slapped relentlessly into her pussy.
Of course, he wouldn’t be alone long. The tinkling of a small bottle brought Cloudchaser’s squeezed-shut eyes open, and the sight of Leech’s lips closed around that bottle’s cork like it was a dick of its own made Cloudchaser mewl more.
“Know what I’m gonna do with this, Cloud?” Leech purred the second her lips left that bottle, her voice throaty and deep as she watched Cloudchaser’s face contort in bliss. “I’m going to myself another, massive, drizzling dick, right in front of your eyes. I’ll pry open that sweet cum-stuffed gullet of yours. And then I’m going to hollow it out until the only thing you can think about is how much hotter I am than you it was in Manehattan when I finally got to fuck you there too.”
Were Cloudchaser’s vocabulary not dick-whittled down to “more”, “harder”, and “Zahere!” she might have alerted Leech to the encompassing shadow creeping up on the unicorn. But she didn’t and Leech’s dilated eyes were nowhere close to focused on that.
“Won’t that be exhilarating, Cloud?” Leech whispered, her taut ass swiveling tantalizingly again as she heard another moan tear free from Cloudchaser’s maw. “Just feeling some hot, juicy cock in you- ohhhh, fuck~!”
And then, that shadow over Leech finally hilted himself to the brim in Leech's shuddering rump.
“I… concur,” Zehnder hissed, his voice almost demonic as one of his hooves ground Leech’s face into the floor. Recovered and raging hard, he looked like a Canterlot-carved statue as his rock hard thrust made Leech’s tongue flip out, the unicorn cockmusk-drunk in milliseconds.
Cloud was not complaining at the sight - and if she was, her words were too slurred at this point to Leech to make heads or tails of it anyway. Zahere was still pounding away at her walls so hard it made her wing not trapped under her body curl in lust, both of their hooves were pushing at her button-like nub atop her pussy, and orgasm was rushing upon her like the Friendship Express. Seeing Leech wail wantonly and Zehnder start pistoning ruthlessly into her waiting snatch was the cherry on top.
And speaking of it, Zahere’s latest thrust into Cloudchaser made her feel like hers just popped all again. Grinding against her G-spot and the wall to her womb, his medial ring tickling her insides just right, Cloudchaser came on the spot. Her loins burst around the volcano-hot fuckstick crammed inside them, soaking it hard as she threw her head back and screamed Zahere’s name. She was still purring it even when Zahere continued thrusting in, drawing out her orgasm with every pussy-plumbing, cunt-cradling shove.
Eventually, Cloudchaser was a twitching pile of goo in her zebra fuck-mate’s clutches, everything below her neck slack as she let Zahere have his way with her. Above her sweat-drenched neck, though, was a different story; she was happy to close ff Leech’s rapturous moans with another kiss, loving how Leech was helpless to keep her mouth from being tongue-fucked as Zahere pummeled her pussy. His hoof was still rooting Leech’s head into the ground too, the unicorn's horn sparking in ecstasy as she hauled her ass back into him.
Seeing that sparking horn - and the tell-tale shudder of Leech’s body as she rocketed to a thunderous peak - gave Cloudchaser another idea. Pulling herself from Leech’s lips she craned herself up on a rubbery forearm - and wailed wildly again at the new direction it sent Zahere’s still-trusting meatlog tunneling into her twat. But it wouldn’t keep her from her goal this time, and nor would that second orgasm coiling in her lions, as Cloudchaser finally let her tongue drag up Leech’s spark-spurting horn.
The effect was instantaneous. “Yes! Fuh-fuck! Do th-that again!” Leech screamed, thrashing even harder against the feral fucking Zehnder. Her head craned to shoot a smoldering look against the grunting zebra buried in her clit, one hof slipping down her barrel to stroke at its puffy lips. This move made Leech’s horn angle horizontally to the ground, and Cloudchaser took the opportunity to one-up Leech’s ask, as she slumped down again and closed her lips wholly around that horn.
Pumping her mouth up and down on that tool, Cloudchaser moaned sluttily, now full at both ends and loving how tangy Leech’s magic tingled on her tongue Not too hot, not too never-electrifying, just a blend of pop-rocks-like sweetness in her mouth that mixed intimately with the feeling of that cock still pumping into her pussy.
Both mares were in Cloud Nine now, thrashing and rocking against the zebras screwing their brains out. But again, their vice-like vaginas drew climax from Zehnder and Zahere first, both zebra’s howling as cum firehosed out of their throbbing cocks. Zahere’s first bursts were unlucky enough to come calling as he pulled back from Cloudchaser’s waiting womb, caulking her canals white instead. But Cloudchaser’s flash-fried nerves could care less about it so long as she felt Zahere’s seed fill her love-tunnel, spewing out of her cunt to decorate their flanks.
Zehnder however… “Fuck, Leech! Take it all~!” hit home, and the split-second swelling of Leech’s stomach proved it immediately. She was fast becoming more fuckbatter than equine, howling in glee as she felt Zehnder’s cock empty into her. Over and over, Leech’s bubbly ass flicked back, burying and milking more of Zehnder’s leaking length inside her each time. The impaled unicorn’s tail flicked into his face so much that Zehnder had to loop a hoof around it and yank it up to stop its motions.
But whether it was that debauched move or the feel of her plot behind being exposed to Zehnder’s scorching gaze, it was enough to send Leech tumbling into orgasm. Her voice was a garbled cry as she came hard, lips forming into a rictus smile as her slot spewed its sparkling cargo over Zehnder’s still-twitching ramrod. The floor below her turned into a lake of cum and chocolate, her pressured release sloughing the pudding off Zehnder’s thick legs in gouts.
Cloudchaser swore on her life that she’d make Flitter pull an o-face like that before this day was over.
“Swe… sweet shit Leech,” she breathed in awe, Cloudchaser finally able to move without skinning her elbows since Zahere had ground to a stop inside her. It didn’t stop that sex-hungry zebra from groping her iron-tight ass, though. Or her from craning her back to give him more ass to clutch at.
But then, Cloudchaser’s eyes turned up to another mouthwatering sight. Zehnder had carelessly wrenched himself from Leech’s gaping gash, and the new waterfall of chowder-thick cum trickling down her spread thighs showed it. But Zehnder was moving to carefully pull Cloudchaser to her knees, meticulously moving her legs to wrap around his hips, settling his cock between that pegasus’s trembling legs.
And Zahere’s questing hands never left Cloudchaser’s ass either, his face joining in the fun as he nuzzled her jizz-stained glutes. It was doing wonders for spiriting away the fatigue from Cloudchaser and her cum-stuffed body - and stirring the maresap streaming down her legs.
“Striped, slicked, and about to be sandwiched between two zebras,” panted Cloudchaser. “Dammit, I’m becoming Leech.”
A hoarse chuckle came from the unicorn balloon next to Cloudchaser.
“I assume Zahere did you right, yes?” Certainly, there was a bit of breathlessness behind Zehnder’s voice, but Cloudchaser was too busy staring at his burly frame to notice. Despite not being the perfect blend of svelte and shredded as Zahere, Zehnder was a beefcake and a half. His shoulders stuck out like bowling balls, his musk like a ten-pin strike on Cloudchaser’s sex-thick mind, and those chocolate-chip eyes of Zehnder seemed to pierce through the pegasus’s soul.
Zehnder's mane might not be in a bun anymore, but that look of his vowed to put another bun in Cloudchaser’s oven. (Well, if not for the cum-warmed pill in Cloudchaser’s stomach.)
“Zahere was divine, my friendly fucktoy,” drooled Cloudchaser.
“Well, then…” Zehnder finally pointed his cock at Cloudchaser’s winking folds. “Prepare for a visit from the other place, then.”
Then Zehnder’s hips surged forward and by fucking Faust his length certainly felt like it was forged by Tartarus itself. Cloudchaser’s limbs slackened for a split second, then wrapped suffocatingly tight around Zehnder, like fast-drying cement. Alas, it was only the pre weeping from Zehnder’s fuckstick that'd be caulking Cloudchaser’s cunny this afternoon.
“Fu-fu-fu-fu-fucccc~” she babbled, Zehnder not even giving her enough time between thrusts to get the expletive out.
Their lips met too, and for once it was a fair fight. Zehnder’s tongue was actually decorated with a little barbell, coiling with that muscle around Cloudchaser’s like a preying snake. But he seemed to take more gusto in that feeling rather than taking her maw like he was her sopping cunt. Each withering thrust slapped right against her womb’s opening, the kiss there just as sloppy and drooling as it was up high.
Then Cloudchaser felt her frosty tail being yanked to the side, another hot tongue plundering her ponut. She mewled throatily, eyes shooting back to see Zahere - still molding her fine ass like taffy and now snout-deep in her ass.
“S-shit, Zahere! Fuck me with that tongue..” Cloudchaser hissed, bucking back and forth between Zehnder’s dick-flicks and Zahere’s licks. This was leagues above the boundless bliss from Zahere’s balls slapping at her center before; the fireworks buzzing in her mind were driving Cloudchaser insane. So was the sight of Zahere, eyes dark and dilated with amorous need, his hands smooshing her assmeat against his cheeks-
“Focus. On. Me.”
The heat and the huskiness clinging to Zehnder's command would have gotten Cloudchaser’s eyes on Zehnder alone. The fact that each word was punctuated with a brutal thrust inside her stuffed peach meant Cloudchaser was soon a drooling wreck in his forelegs. Zehnder’s lips nipped at the parts of her neck that Leech and Zahere’s lips hadn’t coated with hickeys, and the feel of that barbell tingling against each mark his tongue soothed…
“P-pound me! Eat me! Make me cum again!” Cloudchaser shrieked, hips pistoning between his cock and Zahere’s tongue in a blur. “Yes! Yes! Ohfuckyesfuckyesfuuuuuuck~!”
Cresting Mt St. Cloudchaser was no subtle display this time. At the feel of Zahere’s tongue plunging its deepest into her plot, and Zahere knotting in her with another swift thrust, Cloudchaser was drowning both their trenching muscles in maresap. Wave after wave, second after second, her hips quaked around Zehnder, making that medial ring grind harder to answer her gaping insides. She could hear Zahere reach down to lap her fuckjuices off the floor, and her slatternly grin grew at the thought since she was too busy looking up at the lights to see it.
And with a few final thrusts, Zehnder slammed another hot load of foalbatter straight into Cloudchaser’s snatch. The stripes along Cloudchaser's belly swelled, like claws scrabbling on shifting ice, as she bucked and thrashed around his cock. Eventually, the pressure behind his mountainous orgasm untethered Zehnder from his knot - a feat his bliss-baked mind didn’t even think was equinely possible - leaving that footlong fuckspear to spew its last few stripes of fertile pussy-pudding in loping lines among her swelled gut.
Cloudchaser slumped onto Zehnder, and despite how his muscles ~~protested~~ threatened to file two-weeks notice and shut down, he held her fast to himself. She could feel her gut shrink back to normal, whining lightly at the tight hug that made that stream of jizz spew from its safe spot in her snatch.
“Zehndeeer…” Cloudchaser gasped, hips grinding lightly against him. “You’re making me lose all the… all the… fuck, just fill me up with more.”
“I’ll…try,” Zehnder sweetly grunted, laying on his back and pulling Cloudchaser down with him for another steamy kiss. That barbell twinkled again between each ear-popping smack of their lips, even brighter than the drool running down his cheeks. “But… I’m not sure if I can do so alone.”
“Aw, Zehn-master…” And the telltale pop of a cork coming off a bottle made Cloudchaser’s eyes shoot open. “That just means I can help with the amenities Cloud longs for too.”
Cloudchaser’s sight locked onto Zahere as she broke the kiss with Zehnder. That braid-maned zebra was back onto his knees as he deepthroated the last drops of the potion from the bottle Leech had taunted her with (minutes? Hours?) a while ago. It took seconds for the brew to work, the sleek zebra’s muscles flaring with the sparks dancing along it as Cloudchaser noted the building pack of flesh surging just over his cock. And it was twisting into a familiar shape too.
When it was done, there were two massive fucklogs stacked between Zehnder’s taut thighs. “Well, well,” he purred amorously, flicking the head of his newly grown cock as its blunt tip drooped an intoxicating bead of pre. “Thought it’d just double the size of what I got but… I mean, I guess it did. Nice work Leech.”
Cloudchaser’s jaw dropped - and she was certain she could hear Zehnder’s eyes bug out - seeing that double-dicked Zahere snuggle up against her ass again. “Zahere… you’re the fucking best…” she gasped, feeling Zahere’s hat start a fresh wave of goosebumps under her fur.
“Hot, horny, and helpless… as someone else uses my tools… to help you cum,” panted Leech. “Dammit, Cloud, now I’m becoming everybody who’s met Flitter.”
The thought of Flitter, likely clopping to the thought of what she’d do with her when she came back, brought life surging through Cloudchaser’s body. Immediate, she lifted her hips on the prone Zehnder, not stopping until her winking snatch was poised right above his rigid cock. Then she then threw her head back, sending her frosty, messy mane tumbling over her shoulders as she stared down Zahere behind her.
“Think you can take this slutty plot, big boy?” she teased, her tail flagging to show off that puckered and lathered hole.
If Cloudchaser blinked, he could see the hearts form in Zahere’s eyes. “No, Cloudy…”
Then the edges of his feral grin hiked up so high that Cloudchaser thought it’d break the ceiling.
“I know I can take two.”
Then that upper cock of Zahere’s buried itself in Cloudchaser’s ponut, up to its throbbing ring. Cloudchaser screamed, a strangled, broken shot in the sweat-thick air, and the second plot that Zahere promised to pound was made obvious when Zehnder’s moan joined hers seconds later.
Of course, that moan had to fight to be heard around Cloudchaser’s second wanton wail when the motion of having his backdoor roughly filled made Zehnder snap his hips up. Immediately, Cloudchaser’s walls were wedged between two zebra cocks, and the feeling of absolute fullness nearly made her vision white out entirely. By Luna’s leaking labia, she could even feel Zahere’s second cock, a rigid hill twitching lustily just under Zehnder’s twat-buster.
“Fuck… meee…” moaned Cloudchaser, too caught in her bliss to start the motions herself.
If anycreature doubted the longtime friendship of Zahere and Zehnder, their simultaneous bucking of the double-stuffed Cloudchaser would put lie to that myth. Signaled only by their licentious growls, they bounced Cloudchaser’s hips up on every twinned thrust, leaving the pleasure-stuck pegasus to drop her bountiful ass back down on their massive lengths. Cloudchaser’s mind was spiraling off to Cloudsdale, packed to the brim with zebra meat and ready for fourths.
And lo, a fourth was brought right in this dysfucktional dicking session, as Zahere let out a desperate wail next to Cloudchaser’s ear. But it wasn’t because of the iron-like clutch her back-canal had on his upper cock - he’d complemented her breathily on that several dozen thrusts ago - but something tapping at his own slot.
Whipping his head back saw Leech slapping his asscheeks, the stripy softballs of his rump jiggling merrily in her wake. What was impressive, however, was how Leech’s cum-filled stomach bulge was gone. And in its place, a staggeringly larger bulge was being frotted against his ass-cleft; a mouthwatering stallioncock with the same shade - black with white-spots - as Leech’s cum-speckled obsidian hips.
“Leech, how the hell…” Zahere panted, instinctually humping his ass against Leech’s newest tool of the trade. That his exaggerated twerking gave him more room to pound Cloudchaser harder on each forward thrust didn’t hurt, either. “I drained that bottle you h-ah!-had dry..”
“Know three things about me if nothing else, my little ass-slut,” Leech cooed, her hoof now stroking at her cockhead too. “One: there’s no brew in my kit I don’t have a second of.” Then that wet hoof of Leech's was at Zahere’s nethers, making that puckered hole of his sparkle with her pre. “Second, never think that one orgasm will ever put Leech out of the game.”
Zahere’s eyebrow cocked up cattily. “A-and what’s three - sweet Celestia, yes~”
“Never, ever, think I won’t magic away some filling sed to make sure another friend of mine is fuller with what he craves.” Leech hissed, hilting herself inside the wailing Zahere in one thrust. His ass-pussy locked in around Leech’s equipment immediately, milking her like Cloudchaser’s ponut was wringing his dick dry.
Leech and Zahere fell into a rhythm then and there, both striped quadrupeds now barrel-to-back as they kissed hungrily. Between each wet kiss that he and Leech shared, Zahere was the latest to lose himself to ecstasy, bucking frantically into Leech’s ramrod with savage want. His moans were sluttish and needy, his hole begging to keep Leech in and stubbornly being denied, only to be rocked into Cloudchaser and Zehnder’s rumps with Leech’s return trajectory.
Leech, herself, was getting off on the eyeful she saw as much as her drilling into Zahere anything. Zahere’s insides were both impossibly tight when she slipped in and shudderingly loose when she left, that puckered hole more like a second mouth as it slurped up her member. And her voice was getting a workout too, mewlings of ‘so tight’ and ‘fuck Cloud senseless’ tricking out like honey.
Then there was Zehnder, snugly trapped between Zahere’s bottom cock and Cloudchaser’s dripping pussy. Nocreature was quite like Zahere at tapping into nerves of Zehnder’s that sent his mind spiraling, and Cloudchaser relentlessly hammering himself on his nail-gun brought a new layer of lustrous heat coiling in his crotch. He loved how Zahere’s dick flexed inside him every time he thrashed up, loved looking at Cloudchaser’s disheveled look when she sank down. And his hooves showed it the best he could, slapping at Cloudchaser’s flanks to feel them squeeze hard on his soon-to-be-exploding member.
And as for Cloudchaser? Forget Cloud Nine, forget Cloudsdale, her mind was now so high on lust that it was now orbiting Luna’s precious moon. Impaled on two hoof-large mare-breaking dicks grinding on her G-spots, being thrust into from behind by Zahere and Leech, feeling Zehnder’s hooves make her flanks jiggle? There were more starbursts and fireworks dancing before Cloudchaser’s eyes than the Summer Sun celebration, her moans more like gurgling chokings as she slammed herself down and back. Crouched over Zehnder as she was, there was plenty of rippling, sweaty ab-flesh to ogle and knead too.
The shudder of three cocks ricocheting into her body and nerves was too much for Cloudchaser, orgasm no longer a sprint so much as a Sonic Rainboom. And with the rich plapplappals of zebrameat slickly cruising inside her fuckholes, Cloudchaser could taste her final climax, budding right under her flagging tongue.
Well, that or the seed Zahere had packed her gullet with earlier.
An ear-piercing “S-SWEET EQUUS, FUUUUCK~!” ripped out from her maw, andfor the first time since a zebra hilted themselves in her, Cloudchaser came before them all. Her release was a flash flood as the pallor of Zehnder’s hips was soon lost under her squirting storm. At this point, Cloudchaser’s heart was beating so frantically she thought it had stopped, drowned out by her gushing loins and the mammoth members plowing between them.
But clearly, that heart was still beating; what else was there to match Zahere’s heartbeat as he slumped against her, too? “Cloud, Leech, fuuuck you’re so goood~” and then he was climaxing too, too turned on by the feel of Zehnder’s cock grinding against his through a thin wall of Cloudchaser cunt. His trenching ramrod spewed its steaming seed into Cloudchaser’s backdoor, caulking it shut in wave after wave of fuckbatter. Best of all, Leech was still madly pounding into him, his sweet holes demanding its reward from the unicorn for taking her dick so deep for so long.
And with their final rough thrusts into the sluttish, waiting bodies in front of them both Zehnder and Leech hit their peaks at the same time. Zehnder soon found that despite two zebra deposits, the Bank of Cloudchaser would generously handle his final deposit, those magma-warm walls spreading to fit his rich seed. This time, it all stayed in, his hips swirling to make sure every part of Cloudchaser’s cunny and womb held in his essence.
As for Leech? Well, her voice devolved into a series of mouse-like curses and wails as she emptied herself in Zahere, the zebra’s back now arching as he felt her cum pack him to bursting. It was mouth-watering, so unbelievably hot, to feel such a sexy and carnal mare actually have the power to pack him with nut-juice. And for Leech, seeing such a sexy zebra wail so wantonly in response to being pegged made the entire wait for this moment worth it and more.
But eventually, that tap had to taper off, and both he and Leech slumped to opposite sides of Zehnder and Cloudchaser. Soon after, Cloudchaser’s orgasmic twitching ended, afterglow settling in at last as she bonelessly slumped into Zehnder’s chest. Her soft echoes of fuck, so hot, fuck rang in Zehnder’s ears like a drumhead - one that he playfully ruffled her sweaty mane for giving him.
“Well…” Leech was the first to move onto one foreleg - little surprise to the other three quadrupeds, her stamina was almost as long as her perverted streak. “Think… that’s the plumbing all done, what say you two fine boys?”
The answer to that question was staggeringly obvious though; those zebra’s cocks -and mouths - were as dry and limp as Leech’s own equipment. But eventually, those two burly fuck-mates gave a thumbs up to answer Leech.
“And you, Cloudchaser…” Leech happily asked, turning the pegasus’s sticky head to meet her own. “Did we leave a satisfied customer in our wake this time?”
Cloudchaser just mewled dreamily, eye half-lidded and a rictal grin still plastered on her face.
“Sweet.” And Leech stole one last smoldering kiss from Cloudchaser, their tongues only in a light battle this time. Leech could even taste the hints of Zahere’s jizz on Cloudchaser’s tongue, the feel making her lions drip with lust. “Don’t worry, Cloudy- second you're up, all your pipes’ll be fit for your shop’s every need. Bet on it.”
The second leech started to make her way out of the stop - swaying fuck-drunkenly as she did - Zahere finally found his voice. “L-Leech? Didn’t we have to do… the ventilation… as well?”
Leech froze in pace, her mind taking a while to comprehend Zahere’s words.
Then an anguished shriek broke out from the nexus of the soon-to-be Debon-Mares’ Prada.
