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Exercise in Futa-lity
Okay, not exactly the pads that Izzy Moonbow thought she’d have her hands around today, but she was certain those old stories were bunk anyways. Exercise making a pony’s boobs smaller? Then why had Hitch’s blush intensified every day she came back from this gym?
Probably because of how high this place was, both in raising spirits and in… well, location.
“C’mon, Pipp! Don’t leave me hanging!” Speaking of location, one of its bigger celebrities was here too; Zipp Storm in the trim, athletic flesh. And she clearly wasn't alone. “Or that barbell; we already had Mom on our case last time. You’re lucky your neck’s so thick; never thought all your bragging had a good side.”
Izzy let out a chuckle; she’d been quiet since she popped into this marble-lined gym in Zephyr Heights. Those pegatwins hadn’t noticed she was working at the pec-deck, despite her voluminous blue mane spilling over the cushion. To be fair, it was amazingly early, the sunlight leaking through the far windows mango-orange yet weak. Nobody else was here, and Izzy suspected she wasn’t the only one appreciating the cozy silence.
Well, the relatively cozysilence.
“Seriously Zipp, if you don’t stop fidgeting, I’m going to—”
“Do what, sis?” The tone was slightly taunting, but Izzy could hear the undercurrent of concern that typified Zipp. “I’m more worried the sweat’ll drown you before the iron breaks you.”
Izzy looked down at herself, to try to keep the image of Zipp covered in sweat—and nothing else— out of her mind. She had so many thoughts of home-spun items to consider right now, after all!
None so important as the muscles peeking around her amethyst arms. So many months of straining at these machines reflected in the sheen around Izzy’s biceps and pecs. Still, Izzy wanted more; from life, from herself, to show during her regular talks with her spiffy bestie Sunny! She had wings and a horn now, and…
Well, it didn’t matter. Izzy had some catching-up to do.
Even now, Izzy could feel how snug her pitch-black sports-bra felt around her pert breasts. Those soft melons perfectly framed by the pink outlines dancing around their swells and up her shoulders. Similarly slimming black-on-pink yoga pants cradled her legs, the material not making a peep as she slid her thighs—and the pads of her machine—together.
Izzy only had two issues with her new ensemble. For one, the heavy black cotton of her sports-bra was getting darker because of sweat, sticking to her cleavage and undershirt uncomfortably. Second, the zipper on that top would not stay together as she trained. It was starting to defeat the purpose of the light material on her and the AC, and Izzy could feel the results sliding down her forehead and stinging her eyes.
Eventually, she’d let out a yelp.
Eventually, those two would—
“Okay, you know what?” The grating clink of what Izzy guessed was a hack-squat bar made her ears perk. “I’m going to the juice bar. I’ll be back, I just… need some air.”
With the fading clopping of hooves, Izzy dared to steal a glance. Zipp was still a marvelous sight, even if her face was twisted in disbelief over Pipp’s rush outside. Zipp’s arms were still outstretched, revealing… a rather Izzy-like series of bands and charm bracelets ringing her sinewy biceps. Izzy found herself dry at the mouth at the sight, but also at the attire so tightly pasted to Zipp's torso and waist; an opulent sports bra and shorts.
Izzy swore she could count the number of rubies and sapphires ringing Pipp’s attire, even from several yards away. She perched herself on the edge of the seat, trying to decipher if it was the glare of the sun or the glint of a ring that was cradled at the edge of the pegasus’s belly button.
And then, the deafening clang of her pec-deck’s arms crashing back into place swiftly made Izzy realize her folly.
“Holy—” Zipp’s cerulean eyes locked right on Izzy, a bewildered grin soon spreading on her face. “Izzy?! Didn’t think you used this gym too! Wait… how did you even get here?”
“...Magic,” Izzy offered. It was probably for the best that the royal sister did not know just how often she made sojourns to Zephyr Heights. For starters, Izzy wasn’t sure catapults were supposed to be that reliable. Nor that far-reaching.
“You know—a month ago, I’d say no-cap, but…” Zipp. finally trotted over to Izzy. “Sure, why not! By the way, how’s Sunny doing? What with everypony here loving how their wings work n’all…”
Izzy shrugged. “Getting her house back in order! I like how she’s taken to jogging through the forests now. Plus, she’s making sure Miss Cloverleaf’s getting it good and hard.”
“Shocked she isn’t getting in line for that,” chuckled Zipp.
“What can I say, Zipp? Equestria’s got a lot livelier.”
Zipp laughed boisterously. “Isn’t it great? Feels like the right environment for Princess Zephyrina Storm to shine bright in.” Then she pinched at the skin of her waist and yep that was a bellybutton ring there, a tiny silver crown dangling off it that was like a hypnotist’s pendulum to Izzy’s eyes. “Second I get these stubborn summer pounds off, anyway.”
Then Zipp noticed the muscles making their way upon Izzy’s slim figure.
“Speaking of, looking good. Gonna guess this isn’t even the tenth time you’ve been here, huh?”
Izzy giggled. “Guilty!”
“Like any jury would put you in jail once they get a look at you,” Zipp flicked at one of Izzy’s abs, and Izzy sucked in a breath, over more than just the flutter of her heart at the impact. “Mind if I spot you then? Doesn’t seem like you’re done with your reps, and Pipp’s being… um, well…”
“Pipp?”
“A butt, yes,” Zipp glowered, looking back at the door to the gym like it had shocked her. Of course, this brought her colorful tail—and her sculpted rump—directly in Izzy’s eye-line. Izzy had to suck in her lip to keep from gasping. Just how much of Zipp’s body rippled and shone, anyway? “Figure I should see just how training with a non-snippy partner goes.”
Izzy nodded, not trusting her voice yet (first time for everything!) She leaned back on the cushion and gripped her arms around the cushions—most ponies would have gone for the handles on each of the arms, sure, but her hands’ placement made for more effort on her part. And each of the tendons straining on Izzy’s body as she prepared for her first rep thanked her.
Plus, Izzy didn’t know where those handles had been!
Thankfully, they’d be the least of Izzy’s focus soon. Looming over the sitting unicorn, Zipp’s steely eyes followed every rep Izzy did with the utmost care, adjusting Izzy’s wrists to make sure her hands stayed firmly aligned on the cushions. Then, as Izzy pumped her arms forward and back, Zipp silently moved in to assist her further.
Izzy wasn’t sure that Zipp needed to be as close as she was—or that Zipp really needed to help adjust Izzy’s top so constantly—but she appreciated the comforting presence nonetheless. That stupid zipper on her attire always risked making her boobs spill out from the hem of her top, it was wonderful that Zipp was so committed to keeping Izzy’s funbags contained. This was exactly what friends were for, as much as unicycle arts and crafts; the chance to make some tracks on self-improvement while your friends’ super-soft hands spurred on your resolve.
And here Izzy thought it’d be a problem that she had no idea how spotters operated.
Eventually, the light flicker of sweat on Izzy’s face made her switch gears, standing up in a flash. Zipp took Izzy’s hands in her own, thumbs massaging over the unicorn’s palms while Izzy shivered at the touch.
“So, want to continue on another part of the body?” Zipp asked.
Izzy nodded fitfully as she dusted her seat with one of her fluffy towels—another Sunny gift she was very grateful for. “I guess. Usually, I don’t go for the legs this early, though.”
“Don’t have to,” Zipp offered, pointing to another machine. The listing of the bar above its base made Izzy’s eyes twinkle—it reminded her of the dreamcatchers she made at her house! “That lat-pulldown can help with those shoulders of yours. Plus…” Then, Zipp’s breath was washing over Izzy’s ear as she rose to her full height; half a head over Izzy. “I think it’d be cute seeing if you can keep your seat on that machine.”
“I… I mean, of course, I can!” Izzy piped up. “Besides, you’re supposed to help me, right?”
Zipp offered a reassuring shrug as Izzy marched over to the machine, really hoping the heat on her face was from her sweat-heavy mane and not a blush. That would just be weird.
Not so much when Izzy finally sat down. While Zipp’s hands were present on the small of the unicorn’s pack to properly station her on the seat of the pulldown machine, Izzy was nervous. Already, the weight rack was making her ass dangle off the set as she tried to bring down the bar. Zipp fixed it with the clink of a pin and a bell-light giggle, but Izzy was certain that she would sweat through her clothes if she worked at this long.
Once again, praise be to the Princess-to-be, as Zipp calmly edged up the hem of Izzy’s top until it bunched up under her rack. Immediately, cool air graced more of Izzy’s midsection, her pecs twitching as she breathed heavily.
“Do you mind if I check something real quick?” Zipp asked. “Might seem weird, but Pipp and I had a bet about this before we knew you were here.”
Izzy strained against the bar, finally bringing it down to her collarbone. “S-sure. What was the bet over, by the way—oooh!”
The second she felt Zipp’s fingers hook in the band of her yoga pants, Izzy was immediately surprised… and curious. Zipp’s motions soon tugged the edge of her pants down to just over her flanks—and the straps of Izzy’s lotus-pink g-string were very visible.
Even now, Izzy could hear Sunny’s whistling words of wonder over that piece of clothing. ‘You know, I never knew that your butt could be so heart-shaped, but now… now it’s all l can see.’
Apparently, Zipp concurred.
“I knew you had something this skimpy,” she murmured, her index fingers looping around the straps of Izzy’s thong and hiking them up further. Soon, it was a floss-thin V straining over the swell of two hefty amethyst cheeks. Considering the way Zipp’s dilating eyes sized them up, one could be mistaken for thinking it was an arrow on a treasure map. “Pipp thought you’d have boxers on if you ever had anything.”
“Well… happy to prove your sister wrong,” Izzy gasped. Suddenly, that little part of her mind—one that piped up at her third caramel ice cream or ninth hour slept in—sounded off again. There was something… really weird about how Zipp was shifting her clothes around. “Uhm, are you sure this bar didn’t get heavier?”
“Hey, I put the pin in the right spot. You’re in good hands,” Zipp said. “Besides; no pain, no gain, right?”
So, with an unsure grunt, Izzy went to work again. The bar above her head was soon trapped in her grip, flexed down under her squishy tits over and over. The ringing of the pin in that rising and falling weight column eas soon all Izzy’s ears—and eyes—were focused on. But soon, Izzy could feel the heat sloughing off that pegasus as she laid her hands on the seat cushions, even closer to Izzy’s face than she was before.
Izzy moistened her lips and tried to keep her eyes on the lifting cube of weight stacks before her, but it seemed to blur before her like a dream. Pipp was so… imposing, despite Izzy seeing so little of the pegasus from her vantage point. And for all the talking she and her little sister did, Izzy found herself getting more starved for Zipp with every second that Zipp’s feather-light fingers silently danced over her body. She felt her pants being slid lower on her tush, her rapidly-blinking eyes boring holes through the weight plates to keep Zipp from hearing her pant.
It was then, however, when Izzy came upon something that snapped her out of her sauna-like stupor. Her rump bounced against Zipp’s pelvis—a now swelteringly warm part of her, Izzy noticed for a second—
“Y-yes, Izzy?” Zipp stammered, very unorthodox for the pegasus mare. “Is there something wrong?”
“You bet your back-bottom bits there are!” Izzy shouted, rounding on Zipp. The unicorn’s ass was half out of her pants now, and the culprit—Zipp’s nervously twiddling fingers—betrayed Zipp’s fear. “And to think, I totally believed you when you said I was in good hands.”
If possible, Zipp grew paler. This situation was going south at speeds Zipp didn't even think she could match. “Izzy, I swear, I didn’t know you didn’t go fo—”
“Now you look at those weight racks, Princess, because I know they’re more than what I was lifting before!”
Zipp, on the very of a babbling apology, instead felt her jaw drop almost right into her cleavage. “...sorry, repeat that?” she squeaked.
“Oh, I’d bet you want me to do that huh?” Izzy saucily retorted. “Well, no dice, because I know what I saw.”
Zipp, after several beats, shook her head chuckling. “Wait… so all that time I was… you know...” she asked, pointing at Izzy’s still-bared ass. “You were cool with that?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Izzy boldly said. “I just cared about you lying about my reps. Do you know how easily a muscle can op if it’s overworked? For shame, Zipp.” But her voice was covering between triumphant and scolding now, and Zipp found that it just made the heat at her loins redouble in intensity.
“Well, then,” Zipp knotted her hands behind her back, regally puffing out her chest. “I do sincerely apologize, Izzy.”
Izzy’s eyebrows nearly shot into her poofy mane in shock. “Wait? Just like that? Thought you’d be as stubborn as a mule on this. Or a Hitch, but like, he can’t help it.”
Zipp bristled a little but continued. “You gotta believe me, Izzy—hurting you was the last thing on my mind. Just thought that if I could get you to see how easily you could push your limits, well… you can build up so much more of you to love, you know? Certainly somepony already does, if they gave you this sexy a fit while you’re working that ass?”
Izzy chuckled awkwardly, unsure what it was about the last few words that Zipp found so funny. “W-well, it was Sunny,” Shock twisted Zipp’s face, so Izzy scrambled to elaborate. “But like, she hasn’t voiced it or anything yet! Honest, I just pursued this ‘cause it’s thrilling to know all these new places and ponies—to see all they have to offer! You being here was a nice bonus!”
Then Izzy noticed just how close they were now, and her breath hitched but didn’t stop.
“A… really nice bonus.”
“Really?” Zipp said, her voice calmed at last. “Makes me wonder if I let Pipp leave too early.”
“...Why so?”
“Well…” Zipp’s eyes peeked down for a second, before adjusting the waistband of her shorts. Izzy was sure her eyes were deceiving her now; not even an allergy could explain just what ginormous bulge was pushing between the shiny fabric between Zipp’s long legs. “Just wondering if you’ll help me out. “
“Oh! Sure, Zipp! Anything you want!”
Zipp could not put in any G-rated words how those six words dropping from Izzy’s lips made her feel. “Well, I’m sure you heard how difficult my sis was being. I love her, don’t get me wrong, but I feel I don’t get on the same wavelength as her as often as we should. But now that you’re here, I think I may have a way outta that dilemma.”
Izzy nodded but was otherwise silent, expecting to hear about Zipp’s newfound experiment.
“Well,” Zipp said with a growing smirk. “Pipp always finds it hard to keep grinding. Maybe if I see your form up close… see how well you take instruction… I can use you as a guide?”
Even by Zipp’s perverted expectations, she didn’t realize how fast she’d get an answer. “Sure thing!” Izzy chirped, almost bouncing on her hooves. “So, how do you want me?”
Zipp’s knees almost buckled at those words. Seriously, this nomadic unicorn needed to understand how phrasing worked. Or perhaps not; a growing part of Zipp was getting overjoyed at how innocent and yet intoxicating the trim Izzy truly was. “Well, let me get into position, Izzy. Don’t want to lose you in too many actions at once, natch.”
Right after that, Zipp moved like greased lightning. Smoothing her raspberry/blueberry mane with a couple of pats, she laid down on the super-clean floor of the gym. Then, Zipp scooched her head up until it was between Izzy’s hooves, staring right up into the looming unicorn’s eyes. Izzy let out a light giggle at the new position; Zipp looked so tiny between the tight tendons of her legs and the heaving mounds of her chest.
It was like a kaleidoscope where Zipp was the vibrant, glowing marvel at its center lens.
“Now then, Izzy…” Zipp said, her voice commanding and sly. “Just squat like I’m sure you saw my sister do with her leg weights. I’m in the right spot to judge your form now.”
Izzy would have complied immediately, if not for one issue their new position had spawned. “Won’t I literally be against your snout, thought?”
“Not to worry, Izzy,” Zipp purred. “Just control your descent to keep it from being a full-on crash. Besides… I’m sure I’ll manage.”
Zipp found herself immensely grateful for Izzy’s heaving mammaries, especially when they obscured her shit-eating grin from the unicorn’s view.
“Okay, then,” Izzy said. “You’re the boss.”
Then Izzy braced herself, and with a final breathy sigh, let her legs bend. Slowly, she descended, her crotch getting closer to Zipp’s face. The second the tip of her still-clothed clit touched Zipp's snout, Izzy stopped, happy that Zipp’s instructions had worked out. And… well, trying not to get too overcome with her excitement.
Wouldn’t do to suddenly start getting wet when she was supposed to help a friend, after all.
It was then, right at the moment when Izzy was immediately brought into two other issues. The first was that her pants were still bunched around her flanks, the pressure against her g-string concealed gash unobstructed by those layers of cotton. The second was that Zipp's breaths were divine against her center, despite how hot the room was already getting.
Before Izzy could stammer out an apology, Zipp’s voice rocked her to her core.
“Oh, my, Izzy…” Zipp breathed. “I didn’t think you could get that low. And… not a single twitch in your legs, either…”
Izzy’s cheeks, neck, and soul burned blissfully at the compliment. Suddenly, she again wasn’t sure if this was the proper partner-spotting procedure. But unlike before, Izzy couldn’t find it in her to voice any complaint. Zipp was… amazing against her, and her hands felt like clouds against her calves, and everything felt fuzzy and fun.
Izzy never wanted to get up.
But then Zipp’s hands beckoned onward toward the ceiling, a curved eyebrow raised, and Izzy moved to their unspoken command like clockwork. She stood up slowly, still not bothering to adjust her pants even as more of her sculpted hips edged around the hem of her clothes. Surely Zipp would tell her if it was truly needed, right?
Her tail definitely didn’t mind the freedom from those constricting capris, the blue contrail dancing to an unsung beat as Izzy reached her full height again. Zipp was still so far below her, but her eyes rooted Izzy to the spot, deep pools of blue making the pools of magma in Izzy’s stare simmer.
“Again, Izzy,” Zipp said. “Don’t be shy.”
Determination, hot and cloying, made Izzy’s face flush. She was the farthest thing from shy, and Zipp knew it! Did she think that she’d lose herself after one squat? Never!
So Izzy dropped down again, her steely thighs showing no hint of strain as her crotch met Zipp’s face again. Again, that unfathomably lovely pressure against her slit made her bite her lip, but it was Zipps’ reaction that made her heart sing. Izzy just knew she was impressing the fit flyer, and as she rose again, she inwardly vowed to make that smile grow with every dip.
“Keep going. Add some… oomph to it.”
Izzy paused, sanity breaking through the muck in her mind for a brief second. “Oomph?”
“Well, you certainly seem like you’re sure you can keep this up.” Zipp huskily added. “Mix it up a little. Let’s see what those leg muscles can do. Swivel your hips, exaggerate your squats.”
Izzy simply grinned at that. Those late-night sleepovers with Sunny were going to pay off now, she knew exactly how Zipp wanted her to flaunt her flawless form. And really, the unicorn couldn’t think of reasons why not to oblige Zipp’s request. Every dip and divot of this royal sister’s grin was a prize all its own; Izzy wasn’t going to settle now.
So, Izzy surrendered to that beat; her next squat came with an alluring roll of her hips, her center ghost across Zipp’s nose with a faint squish. She knew she was getting utterly soaked down there, and yet her daring resolve only grew. With those hands kneading her hips, Izzy continued her sensuous regimen, cutely giggling every time Zipp’s fingers moved to join hers. Sometimes they plucked at the waistband of her pants and Izzy had to stifle moans when the band snapped back against her pert glutes. Sometimes Zipp’s hands just hovered around contact-expectant thighs like they were worshipping them, and Izzy felt a thunderstorm of pride charge her blood.
She didn’t know when she finally realized that the growing wetness around her groin was because of Zipp’s tongue lapping against her thong. But Izzy was immediately loving how thin the fabric was, how good each of Zipp’s tastebuds felt avidly lapping at her. This was it, this was perfectly alright. Let Zipp not recoil from her wet heat, something Izzy was certain their friendship could survive being mashed against Zipp’s snout every couple of seconds.
At this point, Izzy knew this was getting to be like how many of the sessions she saw with Sunny were headed recently. Normally it was a thing that filled her with indignation, and maybe… a little bit of envy? Over anypony being so easy to stir up with lust?
But now, in the eye of this erotic storm, Izzy found that she could grow to crave this. She even turned around so that her whole ass could mold around Zipp’s snout, the rest of Zipp’s body now being ogled by her eager eyes.
Her slide down was slower and slower to rise, letting Zipp’s tongue continue its debauched dance over Izzy’s puffy clit. Desire and ego intermingled in Izzy’s mind and she found herself letting out soft pants, her only regret being that they couldn’t be over the already-washboard abs of Zipp. Izzy’s tail flagged at the thought though, and her horn sparked to life too, the stars it emitted reminding Izzy of fireflies as they bounced off Zipp’s thighs, her hips, her crotch—
Izzy stopped, stupefied, at seeing the bulge between the pegasus’s legs. No delusion now; that throbbing whatever-it-was behind layers of tortured white leather shorts was almost as thick as her arm. “Okay… what’s -ah!- this now?”
Zipp pulled back from her feasting on the swell of one of Izzy’s asscheeks, peering between the unicorn’s legs to see her crotch. “Guess the secret’s out,” she cooed. “Yeah; that barrel of fun spran up on me the same time Sunny’s wings and horn did. Took a while to get cool with it, but… I think you’ll like what you see.”
Now there was only one question left for Izzy to ask. “C-can I see it?”
Izzy chuckled, a dark noise that made Izzy whimper at the heat it drove into her clit. “Depends. “Can I see yours?”
The ‘yours’ in that sentence could have been ‘Izzy’s beating heart’, and the unicorn would have given it to Zipp in seconds. Pushing her rump further against Zipp’s face, Izzy’s hands latched onto the hem of her pegasus partner’s shorts, eager to see the prize lurking within.
The second she got the constraining leather away, the velocity of that prize as it sprang out to full length almost made Izzy leap back. Yup, that was indeed a titanic horsecock bobbing from between Zipp’s thighs, a mottled white base finally meeting its end up what looked like miles of pink-bronzed meat. Veins clung to it like claws, each one thrumming with life that Izzy suddenly found herself envying. Not to worry though—she could see some of that very life bubbling at the dick’s blunt tip; a river of pre-cum that was painting its head just as white as Izzy’s face.
“This… can’t be yours,” Izzy said, disbelief finally worming itself into a mind that she once thought could never be shocked by anything.
“Wanna bet?” huffed Zipp, her tongue slowly batting at the soaked cradle of Izzy’s panties.
Izzy bit back another moan and dared to let one of her fingers trail up the side of Zipp’s ramrod, marveling at its feel. It was as hot as a sauna and yet… so firm and inviting to the touch. “Has… anypony else felt this?”
“Yeah. Like anypony my mom could find for me, the second she saw it.” Zipp gasped, her voice staggering at the feel of Izzy’s dainty fingers. “It just… feels so good. When I’m inside some pony’s mouth, or their tight ass, or… god, Mom’s encouragement shouldn’t sound so good—“ Another glob of pre-cum wept from her monstrous member, coating Izzy’s finger as the unicorn’s jaw dropped. “Just… grip it. I swear, there’s no place you won’t feel awesome around.”
Izzy complied, seeing just how delirious Zipp’s memories of mound-mashing were making her. And as she locked her fingers around the base of this titanic tool, Zipp did something utterly mouthwatering for the curious unicorn; she balled a fist around Izzy’s drenched G-string and finally tugged it away from her pussy. Then Zipp let two fingers on her other hand meander around Izzy’s slit. Around those puffy lips, over flushed pink skin, teasing against her needy hole—Izzy was soon gritting her teeth to keep from screaming in bliss.
In a fit of invasive lust; or really, just her ever-present need for discovery. Izzy took her first lick up the side of this breeding tool. The taste was salty, a slightly bland experience that Izzy would have stopped immediately. If not for how wondrously honey-sweet Zipp’s pre-cum felt on her tongue right after. Izzy didn’t hold back her growl this time; her noise made the dick she was smushing her face against tremble tantalizingly. Between Izzy’s pleasure-wracked legs, Zipp was returning the favor, her index and middle fingers finally tunneling inside Izzy’s cunt at last.
“Zipp, oh go—” The rest of the seconds died on a burble as Izzy’s lips met another fat bead of pre-cum. Swallowing it down with a moan, Izzy let her tongue—and hips—swivel around Zipp’s cock and fingers, respectively. Her fingers went back to work, pumping eagerly around the root of the pegasus’s erection, the plump ballsacks underneath twitching endlessly from her feel.
“Mmmphhh…” Zipp whispered, her tongue lolling out to catch the splashes of juices from Izzy’s winking clit. Her eyes rolled into her skull at the taste; Izzy was sweet inside and out, it seemed.
A sharp slap to Izzy’s glistening rump, and Izzy finally hauled herself off of Zipp’s dick with a pop. Immediately, Izzy regretted it; her pants were now around her hooves and it made her stumble, and worse yet, her slit was left weeping for more contact.
But Izzy found some solace in seeing how hot it looked to see Zipp sprawled from under her now. The pegasus was naked from the waist down, dotted in sweat and pre-cum, her mohawk was a cresting wave of tousled locks, and her tongue wagged for more delicious cuntsap.
“Righty-o…” Izzy said, her thighs sliding together in glee. “So, how did I do?”
‘You were…” Zipp’s eyes finally refocused on Izzy’s glistening crotch. “...Fuckin’ awesome.”
Now it was Izzy’s turn to sport a dopey grin. “Oooh, such language. What would the Queen think, huh?”
“Wait till I get my hands back on you and Mom’ll probably hear you herself.” grinned Zipp. “Get those pants off, we’ve got so many workouts to go through now.”
Izzy was already hopping on one hoof, forcing her pants off of one of her legs. Zipp did the same, her wings flaring as she flicked her shorts off onto one leg. Next up was Izzy’s thong, pushed down her trim thighs at the same speed the pegasus stood up.
Then, Zipp and Izzy’s lips crashed together, the soft slurping of their kiss resonating around the empty training room. Izzy’s hand found new grips at the joints of Zipp’s wings, loving how the prismatic feathers rippled as she wound herself tighter around their bearer. Zipp, meanwhile was busy smoothing away the unicorn’s mane from her face. Izzy’s squeaks as she felt Zipp’s hands flow through her locks allowed the pegasus to ruthlessly plunder Izzy’s mouth with her tongue.
Then Zipp’s hands clenched around Izzy’s shoulders and pushed the fit unicorn down to her knees. Izzy soon found herself face-to-fuckstick once more, and the revenant sigh she let out upon its head made Zipp whisper an entire string of dirty curses.
“So, think you can handle this down your throat now?” Zipp taunted, her hips cocking to let her fat cock slap against Izzy’s cheeks.
Izzy only folded her arms and met Zipp’s smoldering gaze with her own. “I’m a unicycler, Zipp. You know I like showing rather than telling.”
Zipp would have quickly shot back a retort about how she’d already guessed that by how Izzy’s jiggling breasts were ready to slip from her top. But, with those cocky lips of Izzy soon stretched around her meatpole, all coherent thought suddenly found itself a stratosphere away from the pegasus’s grasp.
Of course, the royal sister didn’t let her hands rest idle. Even with Izzy’s mouth too stuffed with her to finger-fuck again, Zipp instead knuckled them in the unicorn’s mane instead, reveling in how massaging those royal blue curls felt. Then, Zipp’s hips pumped forward and back, and suddenly the gym was filled with the sexy swickswickswicks of Izzy’s throat being flossed by a foot of prime-grade pegacock.
Zipp already had to admit; this was becoming better than any of the other fuckbuddies her mother had her warm up with.
Izzy’s mouth and cheeks bulged further around the girth of Zipp’s member, but her training came in handy, keeping the breaths flowing through her nose as she hummed around her gift. It wasn’t like Izzy was used to being breathless; heck, her exasperation with being so fatigued so fast was part of what had pushed her past this buldingiis’ ivory doors.
Apparently, it was also what was letting this ivory pegasus’s dick slip past Izzy's gullet too.
Izzy gurgled, but already her slit was becoming damp again, and she let her need to get off override her need for oxygen as her thighs slid flush to the floor. Soon, the squish of Izzy’s heated pussy lips against the tile added to the noises of her deepthroating. Izzy was soon swept away on a tidal wave of endorphins and ecstasy, dreamily staring up at the sapphire yes of Zipp as her hips picked up speed. She could even feel those plum-sized testes of Zipp join in on the flurry of noises too, slapping under her chin meatily and making her purr.
Zipp wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted to feel her cock around every part of her resourceful fuckmate, though. Izzy’s mouth felt unbearably hot and inescapable, like a forge, but Zipp had been savoring images of those twin jugs of chest-meat underneath Izzy’s bulging throat for quite a while now.
And as an heiress of Zephyr Heights—and its tightest body for three years, per Clopsmopolitan magazine—Zipp would not be denied.
“Izzy…” Zipp rumbled, authority oozing into her alluring voice like caulk. “Your top… please…”
How Izzy heard any told this was a miracle in itself. That she could pull away from her cock-gobbling feast to obey the pegasus was worth every blast of cold air that tortured Zipp’s erection, however. In a flash of drool-soaked fabric, Izzy’s tank-top was right off, the grey undershirt following suit and revealing that the nomadic unicorn had foregone a bra. Both of her D-cup beauties were wholly out now.
This was very good news for Zipp’s voracious eyes, as she rewarded Izzy for the view by leaning down to capture that unicorn's lips in another rough kiss. After what felt like too long, Zipp pulled back, flicked her hips again, and growled in primal want as Izzy drooled over her throbbing nutsack.
No way Zipp wasn’t spending every minute she could fucking every part of Izzy she could grasp.
“Squeeze your breasts together now, Izzy. Make ‘em like a vice….” Zipp said, her eyelashes fluttering in barely concealed anticipation.
Izzy did just that, the ballooning swell of her tits too addicting for Zipp to resist any longer. Within seconds, the jackal-grinning Zipp lined her shaft between that valley of amethyst flesh and logged in.
Izzy immediately hugged her funbags in maddening bliss. The contour of every vein and wrinkle upon Zipp’s ponderous erection, rubbing against her chest, was everything she’d hoped for. The feel of something so virile and hard tapping at her chin, along with the ability to take in oxygen? All that Izzy lost from the daring deepthroating was brought back tenfold by tit-fucking given to her by every piston of Zipp’s hips.
“So… Izzy…” Zipp demanded, her lip caught between her teeth and her rack bouncing behind the thin layer of pearly leather stretched over them. “This… feel like everything… your tits deserve?”
Only a frantic nod from Izzy answered Zipp's question. Soon, Izzy’s tongue snaked out to try and show more of her appreciation, teasing the tip of Zipp’s still-leaking cock every time it bobbed over her swollen lips. Just the sight of it would have been enough for Zipp to bust one of her hot, sweaty nuts all over that cute face.
And in a few more withering thrusts, Zipp did just that. A guttural growl made Zipp’s cheeks billow out, as rope after rope of her sticky seed blasted out over Izzy’s snout. In seconds, Izzy had to snort just to breathe past the rivers of spunk dripping over her nostrils. Several of those webs of white even arced up to stain Zipp’s top, those glistening strings making both Izzy and Zipp’s eyes dilate in desire.
Then Zipp fisted her hands in her top, yanked it over her head, and shot a rut-hungry look toward the unicorn between her thighs. “Hope you know... I’m not even close to satisfied yet.”
Izzy reached up to give Zipp’s still-hard cock a few pumps. “Thought I was the only one! Sweet!”
Zipp could almost hear the creaks in her smile as it widened to frightening lengths. She couldn’t put into words how much she loved Izzy’s drive now.
Grasping Izzy’s hand, Zipp led her to one of the benches and laid on her back upon one of them. With a beckoning crook of Zipp's fingers, Izzy joined her, taking care not to step on Zipp as she precariously balanced her hooves on the edge of the bench’s padding. It didn’t take long for her to feel just what made all this worth it—Zipp’s shaft, brimming with life and pushing at the walls of her clit.
The second Izzy felt that fleshy head wedge past her walls, she let out a rapturous wail and her hands clenched onto Zipp’s breasts. The pegasus’s nipples were just as dark as Izzy's, like cookies dunked in wobbling glasses of milk, and Izzy loved how rough they felt under her palms. Just not as much as she loved how Zipp’s ramrod felt with her pussy milking it merrily.
Soon, Zipp felt Izzy hop atop her erection, loving how it sounded as their sinew-packed thighs clapped together. Izzy hadn’t even cum yet, but Zipp’s fraying brain could've been fooled from how generously Izzy's cunt gushed over her crotch. Her hands again found purchase under Izzy’s heaving flanks, loving how there was just enough give for those buns to jiggle as she impaled herself on her pegasus pounder’s prick.
“Mmmmph! Ggghhhh! D-don’t stop!” Izzy wailed, fighting to keep her tongue from lolling out as she flicked her trapped rump up and down. With how often she gritted her teeth at the pleasure flooding her veins, that was a good way to lose that appendage.
Of course, Zipp was still energetic, despite the sweat trickling down her ribs and around Izzy’s tit-groping fingers. She clutched Izzy’s ass harder, making Izzy melt as Zipp fucked the unicorn deeper. Velvety walls parted for Zipp’s unstoppable dick, and as it brushed against a spongy pack of nerves, Izzy reared into a gorgeous arch that made her tits dance like maracas.
It also made her pussy’s grip around Zipp become iron-tight.
“Holy shit, Izzy, you’re so—”
But this time, it was Izzy that tumbled over her peak. The shock was one thing for Zipp to experience, but what Izzy was experiencing thanks to her G-spot being found was mind-blowing. Stars rocketed in the unicorn’s vision, her limbs twitched uncontrollably, and her cunt flooded its banks as wave after wave of maresap washed over the cock clogging it.
And the best part? Zipp was so lost in her fuck-happy mania that she was still thrusting into Izzy. The unicorn’s climax kept triggering and re-triggering each time Zipp plunged into her, hot juices spraying everywhere onto the bench and Zipp’s abs due to the pressure seal it caused. It was like a fountain flowing between Izzy’s legs, and she was loving every second of it, swiveling her hips to up the friction and her addiction all at once.
Being prone offered a different benefit to the braying Zipp, though. After errant roll of her head to stave off her own explosive release—seeing Izzy sweat and gyrate above her would be too much otherwise—her eyes caught a telltale hint of light purple curves in the hallway leading to the door outside. That and a magenta streak of mane, flicking in tune with Zipp’s errant cock-thrusts.
And the fingers of that figure as it drove in and out between their slim legs.
It seemed that Pipp was back from her juice break, and definitely squirting some more juices of her own over what she walked on.
Zipp turned back to her fuckbuddy, hands now roaming over the muscles of Izzy’s back. “Still wanna keep going?”
Izzy crouched over to clasp her lips with Zipp’s. “P-please…” gagged Izzy as she broke away.
“Good girl.” Zipp jerked her head to the head. “Because we have some loving company now.”
Following the direction Zipp’s head went, Izzy’s eyes shrank to pinpricks. “Oh no, is tha—”
Once again, Zipp took Izzy’s mouth in a smoking-hot kiss, thanking her lucky stars that Pipp didn’t notice. The way her eyes were rolled in her skull though, that probably wasn’t that big a worry.
“So.. what do we do now?” Izzy asked. “I mean, we should let her know just what started this, right?”
Zipp could only chuckle. Barely ten seconds after kissing her, Izzy was already finding herself okay with some voyeurism. To be fair, so was the futa pegasus, as Zipp’s still-lodged and throbbing cumpipe showed.
“Ah ah ah,” Zipp whispered, her tongue flicking over Izzy’s ear. “No staring, no name drops. You know... I really get off when my sis is having as good a time as I am.”
It took a bit longer than Zipp expected this time, so long that she worried she’d finally hit Izzy’s limit. But the nod made relief surge hotly through Zipp’s body, and she soon tucked her unds under Izzy’s thighs again, pulling her off her rigid dick with an alluring schlorp.
Izzy was still a generous soul, though, reaching a hand down to massage Zipp’s sweaty sack as they moved back to the pec-deck. This time, Zipp positioned Izzy so she was perfectly visible to the hidden Pipp, lifting the unicorn’s right leg and letting her hoof rest on the cushions. That it helped Izzy’s pussy become gloriously exposed was just gravy on top for the royal sister—both of them, this time.
Leaning over her prey, Zipp settled her hands over Izzy’s shoulder blades, loving how Izzy’s muscles fluttered as she massaged away any kinks she could find. It was for a good cause; Izzy was going to need to be as limber as could be since rutting positions like this made Zipp crazy.
No need for prompting this time; Izzy’s giddy grin was all the confirmation needed. It didn’t stop Zipp from going slow, loving the grip of Izzy’s pussy as she buried her shaft inside it again. With gooey yet vice-like walls making Zipp’s nerves flare once more, she quickly started thrusting, and Izzy craned her head back to moan right into her pega-pounder's face.
Zipp upped the ante in short order, hooking an arm under Izzy’s propped-up leg and forcing it higher. It didn’t just give her a new angle to properly drill Izzy's sopping slit, it also meant that Izzy’s was wound around the arm of the pec-deck machine—including her bouncing tits. Seeing those breasts squish together was fast becoming one of Zipp’s many burning needs, right behind Izzy moaning her name like a mantra.
Of course, Zipp was no longer the only royal sister drawing pleasure from this moment, and she stole a glance to the corner to see how Pipp was faring. Pipp’s eyes were closed, a silent scream keeping her jaw jutted as she worked her pussy with three fingers. Zipp smirked at that; unlike Izzy, her sister was always so demure, even when desire choked off her cries.
Then a ricocheting whack brought Zipp’s attention back to Izzy in a flash. Despite how her face contorted in pleasure, Izzy’s expectant stare told Zipp that her attention was best served else. Like on the perfect curves of the unicorn she was still screwing senseless. Or the jiggling globs of ass-meat Izzy had slapped in her envious delirium.
Well, what sort of Princess was Zephyrina Storm if she didn’t attend to her cock-craving friend?
Leaning down, Zipp let her breasts crush into Izzy’s back as her hips picked up speed. Izzy’s head was whipping back and forth to steal the air from with a kiss, so Zipp instead fisted her spare hand into Izzy’s perky tits. Twisting her nipples like they were doorknobs, Zipp drank in every husky moan she got from the fit unicorn. As she pounded Izzy faster, Zipp swore that she could feel the slightest hints of something besides sweat wetting her nub-clenching fingers.
Within seconds, Zipp could feel it—that blazing vein of magma within her was about to erupt. Even now, that breeding urge made her swollen sack latch to her crotch. But with it came a sense of naughty pride, something that made her think that maybe Izzy just wasn’t ready to be turned into a cum-balloon just yet. Oh, this didn’t mean that Zipp didn’t want to see her cream on this slutty little unicorn; just that she’d prefer somewhere but her greedy snatch.
After all, how long had Izzy been a ghost in these machines, present for so many weeks behind Zipp’s back with those enticing funbags and drooling clit? No, Izzy was going to have to push it to the limit if she wanted Zipp’s spunk where it was needed the most.
So Zipp pulled out of the whimpering unicorn with a feral grin, let go of Izzy’s dangling leg, and used her now-free hand to aim her dick at Izzy’s back. Rich, fertile cum geysered out of her shaft soon after, painting Izzy’s mane and spine white with her goopy essence. And Zipp loved what she saw: the sparkle of her seed as it mingled with Izzy’s sweat, Izzy desperately rubbing circles around her clit to get back the erotic grind that once filled her deepest chamber, even the mouse-like squeak several feet away as she heard Pipp cum again.
Zipp’s sly grin told Izzy all she needed to know, too.
“No faaaair….” Izzy hissed, fingers leaving her clit and balancing on the edge of her pussy. “You could have done it inside…”
Zipp flicked her head, another wave of sweat sprinkling back onto the pec-deck. “Oh, but Izzy… think of all the times you were here, and I didn’t notice. We could have done this so much earlier if you’d been candid earlier. Weren’t you on my ass before about lying?”
Izzy wheezed a lock of her mane out of her face. “S’not lying… you just weren’t noticing me…”
“Another problem I’ll be fixing today, Izzy. Get on that treadmill land face me.”
This time, Izzy obeyed like clockwork, despite the tremble in her limbs. For once, concern flashed through Zipp’s mind—eventually, they’d reach a long where Izzy’s consciousness gave out, and Zipp was still only treading on exhaustion. But as she sashayed her way over to Izzy, and saw the fire blossoming in the unicorn’s eyes, she knew that eventually, she’d fulfill those fantasies left unsaid before Izzy blacked out.
Well, Zipp and Pipp’s fantasies both, as Zipp caught a glance of her sister turning to face the wall she was leaning against. Pipp clenched a hand around one of her asscheeks, the springiness in her rump making a guttered pant slip from her lips.
Zipp’s dick jumped at that lewd sight, and she brought that renewed vigor to Izzy as well, claiming the unicorn’s lips in a sloppy kiss that saw drool decorate both their breasts in seconds.
“You know how hot you are, right?" the futanari asked breathily, offhandedly wondering if it was Izzy or Pipp she was referring to. Nope, it was definitely Izzy. She was sex-hungry and kinky; incest hadn’t found its way onto her register yet. Besides, the way Izzy cutely moaned into her mouth and curled into her touch was something nobody could replicate—not even family.
This time, Zipp was leaving nothing on the table; at least in terms of showing off her strength. She hoisted up both of Izzy’s legs, their bodies and breasts still flush against one another. Then Zipp spaced her hooves so they were on the railing on the sides of the tread, not trusting it to stay solid in the wake of her cunt-cramming frenzy.
“Go ahead…” Izzy said, all thoughts of correcting Zipp on their past times here gone. “Make me regret not jumping your bones faster.”
Zipp’s response was only a feral growl, fitter for a salivating timberwolf, as she stepped forward and thrust into Izzy hard.
Izzy’s shriek made Zipp laugh heartily, especially as she thrashed and trembled on the head of the treadmill. Zephyr Heights tech was clearly built to last, and despite the squeaks as Zipp’s rough pounding continued, the way the treadmill held under Izzy’s weight was a testament to that. So, with that confidence in hand, Zipp molded her body further against Izzy’s, her lips seeking the unicorn’s neck and nipping along it.
Buttons depressed and beeps blared on the dashboard Zipp was railing Izzy against, the haphazard melody all the more arousing for both mares. But the only thing that occupied Zipp’s mind was the sight and feel of Izzy’s skin under her teasing teeth, the muscle-toned tautness of her body as she wrapped her legs around Zipp’s waist. Even the shadows cast over the bucking Izzy by Zipp’s flaring wings were a delight, the glistening beads of sweat on Izzy’s body looking like star charts over darkened amethyst.
Stars that Izzy would be all too glad to map with her tongue at the end of her rutting.
Once again, Zipp tilted her eyes to the left to see how their special guest liked the show. One of Pipp’s legs was braced against the opposite wall, the randy royal sister even trying to imitate Izzy’s position as she finger-fucked herself raw. Her middle finger and thumb were spreading her drooling clit wide, Pipp’s index finger awkward but ambitious as it pushed at the nub sticking out.
Zipp’s next bite upon Izzy’s neck after seeing that was so harsh she felt the hickey form right under her soothing tongue.
Then, the unexpected came to bowl over the athletic futamare again. Izzy’s hands shot forward, this time aimed right for Zipp’s wings. Before Zipp could stop her—what with her hands too busy gripping Izzy’s sides—pure ecstasy made Zipp’s limbs rigid as she let out a trilling scream of lust. Her flanks rippled as the muscles underneath them bunched. Soon after, Zipp was drilling Izzy for all the pegasus was worth, all restraint on her rutting as lost as her train of thought.
“So deep…” purred Izzy, her teeth nipping on the tip of Zipp’s ear as she felt her pussy being stirred up. “Your… oh shit, it’s so big, how is it getting bigger in me~!”
Zipp didn’t know. With all the blood redirected to her ramrod, it was a wonder how she could think at all. Yet, something had to be driving her every thrust into Izzy’s body, something still operating in her noggin to let her know that the twitching in Izzy’s fingers and quim meant she was close to orgasm. And as always, Zipp needed to feel that flood of marecum wash over her breeding tool, even if it meant she'd be dumping her fat load inside Izzy early.
Ironically enough, Zipp's first issue ended up solving her second one. As Izzy pulled back so the tip of Zipp's throbbing cock was wedged against Izzy’s lower lips, a flood of juices forced it out entirely. Both mares’ eyes shot open in shock, eyelashes fluttering in twinned relief as Izzy’s juices dribbled out of her gash. So much fucksap dripped onto Zipp's dick, it was like it had never left those velvety walls, especially considering the hot body still plastered to her own.
Their gyrations soon died down as Zipp laid her head next to Izzy’s, sucking in some much-needed breath. Fatigue was making Zipp’s limbs burn as they kept Izzy braced against the treadmill, but determination shot up in sparks right behind. Inspiration then struck for the futa pegasus, and she licked her dry lips in preparation.
“Right under those barbells…” she gasped.
Izzy only let out a weak gasp. She was definitely going to need more details. Among other things.
“I… want to cum in you…” Then Zipp grabbed Izzy’s mane and tugged lightly so that the unicorn could see what Zipp was looking at. “Right under that barbell bench.”
“Love to, Zipp…” Izzy panted, grateful at last. “But…I don’t think I can crawl over th—whoa!”
No worries for the unicorn; mid-sentence, Zipp gripped Izzy’s back and stood up. Frog-marching Izzy right over to the machine, Zipp breathed another sigh of relief over finding new ways to stupefy the nomadic unicorn. It was so simple, and yet, so perfect; especially since the red towel draped over the barbell’s plates reminded Zipp of just who had used that machine first.
What better way to end Zipp's session with Izzy, than where it began for the royal sisters?
Zipp’s dropped Izzy on the bench a bit unceremoniously, but Izzy took the impact in stride, her lips soon busy leaving rings of saliva down Zipp’s twitching pecs. Then they found Zipp’s belly button ring, the silver crown tingling on Izzy’s tongue as she happily slurped and tugged on it. Finally, they found themselves on the third leg of Zipp's that had rocketed her into such rapture so repeatedly. That part of Zipp definitely got the lion’s share of Izzy’s tongue-lashes—and drool.
Zipp then twirled around Izzy, shoving her back onto the tiny bench under that barbell. Izzy got the message quick, crossing her legs underneath her and thrusting her rump even further in the air. Her tail flagged too; a wicked grin spread on her face as Zipp lined up behind her.
“Hope you don’t pull out now,” Izzy half-begged, half-threatened. “You prooomised…”
“Watch me.” Zipp slammed her cock into Izzy’s drooling snatch for the fourth time in an hour. “Feel me.”
With the mating press they were locked in, Izzy had no choice but to feel every inch of Zipp’s footlong fuckstick. It cruised in with ease as Izzy gurgled in bliss, slicking every part of her cunt walls it plowed through. And as Zipp loomed over her, her glinting grin lighting up her shadowed face, Izzy knew that the pegasus was finally aiming to fuck her brains out.
This time, no quarter was spared; Izzy’s moans and Zipp’s libido were too strained for that. The positioning of Zipp’s lips became a jackhammer, bucking Izzy into the cushion as she clutched that bench hard enough to whiten her knuckles. Zipp’s colossal ramrod felt endless as it took her love tunnel; so many inches stretching her walls from the most primal angle possible.
“Izzy…” Zipp hissed, again remembering the need to keep Pipp’s lust well-fed too. “Tell me how good this feels…”
“Ahhh—oh! Fuck Zipp, you’re such a rough bitch!” Izzy yelped, her ass grinding back against Zipp’s powerful thrusts. “Your cum—y-your dick—it’s too much! Mmmph!”
“Louder….” Zipp panted, smacking Izzy’s rump. “Or don't you care... that I’ll wreck your sexy body... with my hot…” A hip-quaking thrust clapped out in the gym's humid air. “...Burning…” Another, and Izzy let out a choked gasp. “Seed?”
Izzy arched her back, swallowing Zipp’s mouth in a bruising liplock. “Doitdoitdoitdoit…” she madly mewled.
At this point, Zipp could feel the suffocating heat beat off her body with every thrust, but Izzy kept her grounded. The squelching noises of Izzy’s pussy were great; especially as they seemed to be in tune with Pipp’s.
Slowly, Zipp leaned in for one last stunt. Izzy had done such magic with her hand on the pegasus’ wings that Zipp had to match the nomad’s move, and her tongue found its target in a long lick; Izzy’s horn, igniting with scarlet light. Between the pop-rocks-like taste of Izzy’s raw mana on her lips and the suffocating clutch of her cunt, the Zipp was in heaven.
Izzy, however, was far higher than that.
"Oh! Oh! So close, oh GOD~”
Then the dam burst; both Izzy’s and Zipp’s.
Zipp’s wings flapped crazily, her fingers curling possessively around Izzy’s stomach as her cock finally blew within the unicorn's snatch. Rivers of spunk found their way into Izzy’s canal, the flow thankfully weak enough to keep from losing the rippling hills of pec-flesh Zipp was groping.
That didn’t mean Izzy’s orgasm was any less bombastic. With so much cream seeping out around the impossibly tight seal of Zipp’s shaft, Izzy’s juices made it start spurting out in slimy waves. She tweaked her ass against the meaty intruder, helping to continue their mind-melting orgasm. Her hands scrambled for a grip, the sweat and sperm soaking into the bench making her grip fragile.
But when Zipp slumped onto her, that test of balance was lost, and Izzy let the orgasming futa push her into the bench. She sighed at the cool touch of the cushioning, a welcome temperature shift from the volcanic feel of the pegasus’s skin. One last kiss and Zipp’s softening member finally flopped out of her too, dribbling fertile fuckbatter onto the tiled floor.
“Haaah…” Izzy panted. “Think… Pipp’s seen enough of us… to last a lifetime now…”
Zipp let out a wheezing chuckle. “Here’s hoping. You okay down there?” Even now, she pushed herself up on molasses-like arms.
“Y-yeah. Just…” Then Izzy rolled out from under Zipp, her limbs flailing as she slowly pulled herself to her hands and knees. “I just… ooh…”
Then, Izzy took a look at herself. Her abs and crotch were spiderwebbed with streams of seed. The dip between her tits glistened, even more than her limbs. Even her mane was an absolute riot now, frayed locks drifting over her shoulders like a cloud.
There’d be no question to anypony else who saw her; Izzy had been well and truly fucked.
Then a lump of gray cotton found its way over Izzy’s face, and she only got it off in time to see Zipp recline on the bench.
“Sorry. Had it on my tail,” Zipp said. “guess I wanted a souvenir, but if you need something dry…”
Izzy gave Zipp a curt nod, slipping the shirt over her mane and shoulders after some effort. “Y-yeah. Lucky, I guess. Gonna guess I call it a day here, huh?”
“Yeah. A shame that Sunny’s gonna enjoy all'a you soon, but…” Zipp sighed, her eyes darting to the ceiling. “At least the memory’s damn good.”
“Whaddya mean?”
And back on Izzy went those baby blues. “You said you were doing all this to pop the question for Sunny, right?” Zipp asked.
“Wait… that question?” And suddenly Izzy was bowled over in laughter. “Oh my! Zipp, I… you thought…”
“No, I’m not having sex with Sunny, silly! I just… wanted to step up my game since she got that glow-up.” Izzy chirped.
Zipp would have voiced her shock if Izzy hadn’t bounded over to lay a kiss on her snout. “Oooh, nice…” Zipp finally said. “That means…”
“Yep. You’re stuck with me. In me too, if you’re lucky.”
“I’m a princess and the greatest unicorn mare in Equestria’s dripping with my seed.” Zipp grinned, pulling Izzy’s face closer to hers. “I’m made of luck.”
And then they kissed, the soft sounds of their lovemaking soon making another pegasus’s ears perk in anticipation. Pipp Petals gave a wary look to her still-wet clit, shrugged, and let her fingers return to those needy holes.
Perhaps now she could get her whole hand inside herself now.
