“C-AN-TERLOT - The Canterlot Crusaders just can’t be beat!” Shining shouted, rising onto his hind legs while waving a pair of pom-poms in the air.
The sextet of buckball players clashed, jockeying for the ball and attempting to score a point for their respective teams. Shining cheered the team - his team on, despite the absurdity of it all. Being dressed as a cheerleader, adorned in an exquisitely short skirt, matching tube top, and a snug little panties was strange enough, but it was whom he was rooting for that had caused the biggest stir. Though he was the Prince of the Crystal Empire, he was cheering for the other team…
He loved his wife, daughter, and the Empire they presided over, yet he’d always had a soft spot for Canterlot. Having worked his way up the ranks of the Royal Guard, from a mere private to an esteemed Captain, the soldiery of the capital had a special place in his heart. Honestly, if he’d been allowed to, he would have dusted off his old uniform and played for his former team - sadly, due to all the politics involved, that would be impossible.
His time with the Royal Guard had been absolutely fantastic. Being around so many big, beefy, virile stallions from sunup to sundown, showering with them and being playfully teased, was as fun - possibly even more fun than anything he did with Cadance. It wasn’t that he didn’t savor his time with his marefriend-turned-wife, but there was something irresistible about living in the barracks, inspecting the soldiers, and being constantly surrounded by huge, masculine guards that never failed to send a thrilled shiver up his spine - mercifully, purely wishing to support his old team, he’d settled on a compromise.
While he couldn’t technically play for the Canterlot Crusaders, there was nothing stopping him from cheering for them. The idea had come to him late one night, while he was browsing one a Pro Hoofball Monthly magazine, one which by pure coincidence had a number of rather alluring pictures of the Canterlot team wearing speedos, and he’d acted upon it immediately. The following morning, after a visit to the royal tailor, he’d put himself to work.
It was no small task to teach himself cheering routines, doing yoga while practicing splits, but the pin-up posters of his team, their sweat-soaked bodies glistening in the sun, proved all the inspiration he needed. On the eve of the big game, shortly after the Canterlot Crusaders had arrived at the Crystal Empire, he’d used his Princely status to enter the colosseum and sneak into the locker room.
The look on his team’s faces after walking in and finding him dressed in the revealing cheerleader’s outfit was absolutely priceless. The stallions rushed over and complimented him, teasingly pinching his ass and telling him how marish he looked, but he knew it was all for show. Each of the Crusaders, like himself, was as straight as an arrow - it was sheer happenstance that a they popped boners while endearingly bullying him!
Once the team had calmed down just enough to conduct themselves, he revealed his intentions. Most of the stallions were shocked to hear that their proud, former Captain would shamelessly display himself on the sidelines, bouncing and presenting himself in such a slatternly fashion, yet he didn’t get a single complaint - in fact, as he showed off just how flexible he’d gotten, a couple of the players started to jokingly hit on him! He blushed off their flattery, trying and failing not to blush as he kept sneaking glances at their throbbing, turgid cocks, and politely excused himself so they could get ready for the game.
After making his way to the playing field, joined shortly thereafter by his team, the game had begun. The Crusaders were relentless, their tactics flawless and perfectly executed, and it took them less than an hour to win the match. In all his years of experience with buckball, both participating and watching the sport, he’d never seen such a decisive victory - as such, proud beyond belief, he was stricken by an idea.
The final set of the game was completely pointless, seeing as how there was no possible way the Crystal Empire Crushers could win, which gave him an opening to sneak away unnoticed. Since the Crusaders had absolutely devastated their competitors, they deserved a little reward - a reward which he’d be more than happy to deliver. Given that the team all seemed to like his performance, eyeing him and whispering about all the lewd things they’d do to him - in jest, of course - he was going to give them just what they wanted.
He rushed back to the locker room and slipped out of his panties, replacing the undergarment with a thong that all but disappeared into the cleft of his soft, pillowy rump. It wasn’t uncommon that he be picked on for having a slender waist, juicy flank, and a relatively small endowment, but he’d always liked the way he looked - after all, not every stallion could be a hulking, muscular stud. As he rested on one of the benches inside the tiled chamber, straddling the length of wood with his hind legs spread, he pulled his skirt up just enough to show off the little bulge within his g-string.
It didn’t take him long to hear the sound of approaching hooffalls and laughter, the team’s gruff, boisterous voices approaching from down the corridor, making his heart race and colthood swell. It wasn’t like he was aroused by the thought of showing himself off like some innocent little mare, and he certainly wasn’t excited by the thought of them bullying or using him, yet blood surged to his meager endowment. In no time at all, the Crusaders burst into the room, meandered around a row of lockers, and came to a halt as they spotted him.
“H…hey,” Shining sputtered, his prick struggling against his panties. “Great job with the g…game today.”
“Oh dude, the only reason we won was because you were there!” Flash Magnus, the team’s new Captain exclaimed. “I mean, how could we not play out best with you cheering your heart out for us?!”
Trotting past the former Captain, Silver chuckled to himself. “I gotta say, that new uniform is way more fitting than your old one…”
“For sure!” Rush chirped, eyeing the spread-legged unicorn’s groin.
The pegasus, unicorn, and earth pony closed on Shining, bringing a blush to his cheeks. “W…well, you guys deserve it…”
Sweet, merciful Celestia - the trio had only been in the room for a minute and they were already starting to get hard. Flash and Silver, while being markedly larger and more heavily built than their smaller teammate, weren’t nearly as well-hung as Rush. The little earth pony, being the fastest and most slender of the three, had a fifth leg of a cock - a cock that, like his fellow players’, was growing bigger and bigger at the sight of him.
“So what’s our cute little cheerleader doing here all by herself?” Flash asked, smirking to himself.
Silver cocked a brow and looked to Shining’s face, flexing his groin and slapping his length against his belly. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna strip for us?”
“Wait ~ is he - I mean she?!?” Rush bleated, looking between the pair of larger stallions. “I…I heard that you used to - um - support the team, but I didn’t know it was true!”
With his cheeks going a deep crimson, Shining averted his gaze. It was true, he had fooled around with his team in the past. What had started as lighthearted and flippant bets, promising his fellow players that he’d blow them if they won games, had eventually become routine rewards for the Crusaders. He’d begrudgingly sucked and been fucked by more cocks than he could count, swearing to himself that he was purely getting dicked-down to provide moral support, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to giving the studs some well-earned relief.
“Well ~” Silver hummed, drawing a hoof up Shining’s inner thigh, “you gotta get out of those stuffy clothes for us?”
“I will,” Shining hesitantly replied, looking into the unicorn’s eyes, “on two conditions?”
Maintaining his smirk, Flash squinted at the cheerleader. “And what conditions are those, Missy?”
Shining swung his legs over and got to his hooves, glancing between the three. “Number one, I get to strip you first,” he began.
“What’s the second thing?” Rush pressed, his prolific tool nearly touching the floor.
“N…number two is t…that…” Shining swallowed hard, finding it nearly impossible to speak. “Number t…two is that you have to call me a mare. It’s n…not gay if I stay in character…”
The trio of studs smiled to one another and nodded in unison, before Flash cleared his throat. “I think we can do that, Sweetheart, so how about you come over here and get us out of these uniforms.
Giving a small nod, barely able to control him - no, herself, Shining trotted over to the pegasus. Compared to such pillars of masculinity, she really was no better than a mare. Watching them move, seeing their muscles gliding over one another, and simply imagining their smell was enough to make her well-trained pucker wink in anticipation. She’d realized - heck, she’d hoped things would turn out like this, having gone so far as to clean and pre-lube her tush before the game, and she couldn’t have been happier that her prep work wouldn’t go unused.
“That’s right,” Flash purred as she drew the zipper of his vest down his chest, “don’t be afraid to get a little closer.”
No sooner had the garment fell open than she was assaulted by a heady scent of musk and sweat. She shivered and sighed, her legs buckling, as the smell nearly made her mind go blank. While she’d been a decent player back in the day, having seen her team to many victories, she’d never been able to compare herself to real stallions like her teammates.
Lost to her thoughts, halfheartedly undressing the Captain, she yelped when something brushed against her rump. She turned her head and peeked back, spying Rush flipping her skirt off her rear, and smiled; the not-so-little guy was the newest team member, so she couldn’t blame him for being a bit impatient. As she hiked her tail and giggled, drawing his attention up to her face, she shot him a wink.
“I guess you could help me get out of my thong -” she cooed, “I mean, it’s not like we don’t play for the same team or anything…”
“Same team ~ Hah!” Silver guffawed, igniting his horn and ripping the panties off Shining’s ass. “Rush, you look at that and tell me we play for the same team!”
“H…holy cow!” Rush gasped, peering at her downright tiny package. “She’s so…so…”
Fighting the urge to clamp her tail over her ass, Shining gulped. “S…so w…what?”
“So hot!” Rush exclaimed, pressing his cheek to her tush. “With a dick that small, we might as well call it a clit!”
“Yup,” Flash snickered, reaching out and caressing her sapphire mane. “And she even squirts like a mare ~ isn’t that right?”
“Hey, it’s not my fault!” Shining pouted, feeling her colthood beading pre-cum. “You try getting bent over and rutted by three stallions without cumming!”
Silver rolled his eyes and started undressing himself, exposing the dark, slickened fur of his chest. “Uh-huh…Just don’t forget to say no homo…”
“It is not ga-Nnnph!” Shining whimpered, gnawing her bottom lip when Rush prized her buns apart.
“Gay or not, I’m gonna help myself to a pre-game snack!” the earth pony excitedly noted, licking his lips before shooting forward.
Shining’s eyelids fluttered, her heart skipped a beat, and she reflexively rolled her hips back, while Rush started feasting on her ass. While she had only ever seen photos of the newest player, excluding the brief meeting before the game, she had to say that she was impressed - regrettably, she was given little time to appreciate the sudden affection. Flash stepped back and seated himself on the bench, waving for her to follow.
“See what you did?” Flash murmured, stroking his stallionhood with a forehoof. “I hope you’re gonna take responsibility for this…”
“Mine too,” Silver added, easing himself down beside the Captain.
Giving a slight whimper, clamping her backdoor around the probing tongue in her ass, Shining’s mind started to race. She was used to the team taking turns, each waiting patiently to spend a bit of time with her, so being expected to handle all three simultaneously would be quite the effort - that being said, she was filled with a burning determination. They’d played on the field for an hour, defeated their opponents, and they were still energetic enough to get some action.
“It’d be my pleasure, studs,” she tittered, creeping between Flash’s parted thighs.
With Rush following along after her, enthusiastically rimming her all the while, she leaned in and pressed her snout to the base of the Captain’s towering length. His scent was just as divine as she remembered, clouding her thoughts with lust instantaneously, and it proved to be all the inspiration she needed. Her tongue crept past her lips, pressing to the thick folds of flesh at the base of his cock, as she gave herself the first taste of stallionhood she’d had in years.
She lifted her head and drew her tongue up his length, bringing her pouting lips to the tip of his shaft, and slowly opened her muzzle. While she’d practiced with dildos and even convinced Cadance to wear a strap-on a hooffull of times, nothing was quite the same as the real deal. The heat, the aroma, hearing the stallions’ heavy breaths - each and every detail was arousing for a fault - of course that was only because she wanted to satisfy the team for their efforts, not because she was gay or something.
Balancing on one hoof, while she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around Flash, she reached over and began stroking Silver off. It was a cheerleader’s duty not to play favorites, so she was going to do everything in her power to leave them - all of them, relaxed and satiated. With her snout, foreleg, and ass all being tended to, knowing it wouldn’t be long until things really heated up, she put herself to work.
“Buck yeah,” Flash groaned, peering down at her. “That lipstick was a really nice choice.”
“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, keenly aware of the azure streaks she was leaving along his length.
Her outfit had only been part of the equation - for buck’s sake, what kind of cheerleader worth her salt only wore the getup? She’d expertly applied blush, eyeliner, eyeshadow, and lipstick to her countenance, though it had taken her longer than it used to. With no teammates to regularly pamper, she’d fallen a bit out of practice with her makeup techniques - nevertheless, the Crusaders seemed to appreciate her efforts.
“So - uh -” Rush whispered, withdrawing from making out with her tush, “can I fuck her now?”
Flash and Silver exchanged a glance, before the Captain cleared his throat. “If you don’t mind, you can go last. I’m alright with sloppy seconds, but she’s gonna be pretty loose once you’re done railing her with that bitch breaker ~ isn’t that right?”
Lifting her head and clearing her muzzle with a soft Pop, Shining looked back at the earth pony. “Y…yeah - like, you are bigger than the largest toy I have - n…not like I actually fuck myself while thinking of you studs…”
“Uh-huh,” Flash snickered, shifting over and slipping from his seat. “Seeing as how things are moving pretty quickly, how about you get comfortable.”
The stallions cleared the bench, giving Shining all the room she needed to maneuver. She’d been plowed in locker rooms more times than she dared to count, and this hopefully wouldn’t be the last - not because she liked to get her brains fucked out, but because she really, really wanted to support her team. As she stepped up and onto the plank of wood, lowering herself and rolling onto her back, the Crusaders slowly surrounded her.
The bench she laid upon was the perfect size, allowing her head to loll off one side while her ass hung off the other, giving her just what she was hoping for. Handling one stallion was a breeze, juggling two was a bit trickier, but wrangling three was an entirely different ballgame. There was only so much she could do, so she did just that - she opened her mouth, spread her legs, and awaited them to make use of her.
“I got dibs on that cute little snout of hers,” Silver rumbled, trotting around and placing his forehooves to either side of her chest.
Snickering softly, Flash walked around, stepped onto the far end of the bench, and pressed his cock to her needy, winking hole. “Guess you get a hoof-job for now, touch luck.”
“I…I don’t mind,” Rush breathed, guiding his stallionhood into Shining’s outstretched foreleg.
With nothing else to say, apparently as eager to begin as she was, the trio leapt into action. The sensation of Flash’s length sliding into her, stretching her backdoor and grinding into her depths, was as incredible as she remembered - sadly, with a cock being driven into her maw, all she could manage was a choked, muted groan of bliss. She hastily drew a breath and filled her lungs, knowing it wouldn’t be long until her throat was filled, while she rested her fetlocks on the pegasus’ shoulders.
Silver only slowed slightly, as his flare plunged down her gullet. “I know it’s - Mmmm - been a while, but don’t forget my balls, Sugar.”
One hoof shot to the unicorn’s sweaty, meaty balls, while her other stroked and lovingly squeezed Rush’s length. As happy as she was to get her airway and tail hole plugged, it was the team’s newest member that garnered her interest. The earth pony was small, even smaller than herself, yet his endowment could only be described as extraordinary.
Simply running her frog against Rush’s shaft was enough to make her colthood leak pre-cum onto her belly. Flash’s dick was big by any measure, Silver’s was slightly shorter but thicker, although Rush’s had them both beat in length and girth. Getting plowed from both ends, she wondered if she’d be able to take the earth pony’s gargantuan endowment.
“She must have really wanted us to win that game,” Silver laughed, watching her throat bulge around his cock. “I haven’t seen her this excited since we played the Griffinstone Giants.”
“Aren’t we going to - ya know, give her a hoof?” Rush inquired, staring at her comparably minuscule prick.
“Pfffft - no need,” Flash snickered, rubbing her coin purse. “If she was a stallion - a real stallion, I’d consider giving her a reach-around, but she isn’t.”
Giving a nod, Silver pulled back just enough to let her get a sip of air. “Trust me, she wants us to fuck the cum out of her - besides, jacking some stallion off would be pretty gay.”
“Oh - r…right,” Rush mumbled, bucking into her hoof.
As if being spit roasted didn’t feel fantastic enough, quickly pushing her to her limit, the dirty talk sent her skyrocketing to the edge. It had been far, far too long since she’d last gotten any real action, so entertaining three virile studs simultaneously had weakened her formerly robust endurance. She flexed her hind legs and lifted her waist, causing Flash’s tool to hammer into her prostate.
Her needy action drew a knowing snicker from the veteran players, prompting them to press her buttons harder than ever. Silver rubbed her chest and pulled up her top, whispering sweet nothings about how hot she was, while Rush tweaked and teased her nipples. The affection quickly became too much to bear, driving her past the brink after only a hooffull of minutes.
Her throat spasmed, her frame shuddered, and her backdoor quivered, as an almost dainty gout of spunk shot from her turgid colthood. While she loved her passionate moments with Cadance, rutting the mare or being occasionally woken up with blowjobs, she couldn’t deny that having her world rocked by a stud or two was an immeasurably more intense experience. She swiftly collected herself and continued her efforts to get them off, while they screwed her faster and harder than ever.
In spite of her climax or possibly because of it, Silver and Flash in particular flew into a frenzy. She had no doubt that they had marefriends of their own, yet they went at her like a pair of lustful beasts. With her flaccid prick flopping against her, smearing her jizz into her coat, she listened to the siren’s song of their grunting. She didn’t sound nearly as masculine as either of them, even when she was at her best, which further cemented her more marish position.
“F…fuck,” Silver huffed, clamping his eyes shut. “Hope you’re ready for your protein shake.”
Shining felt him flaring in her throat, completely choking her airway while the tip of his length tickled her stomach, moments before he climaxed. With a final thrust, he hilted her muzzle, set his jaw, and pumped what had to be several days’ worth of saved cum straight into her stomach. Though she couldn’t breathe, the satisfaction of making him peak was just as rewarding as ever.
Flash finished moments later, sheathing his length in her ass. Like his teammate, he flooded her interior with thick, rich cream while he snorted and fitfully bucked his hips. The heat and pressure of foal-batter surging into her, paired with the way his stallionhood pulsed in tune with her heart, was almost enough to drive her to a second orgasm - almost. She continued tending to the pair of studs, fellating one while effectively fucking herself on the other, until the flow of their seed tapered off.
Hauling his softening length from her backside, Flash dismounted her. “Sweet Celestia - I needed that.”
“Me too,” Silver replied, wiping his brow while he stepped back and unsheathed his length. As he freed his dick from her maw, he peered down at her and grinned. “Lemme see…”
Shining licked her lips and opened her mouth, proving she hadn’t wasted a single drop of his essence. “As tasty as ever.”
“Nice to know you still prefer our brand of protein shakes,” the pegasus taunted, trotting over and hoofbumping the unicorn.
As happy as Shining was, she wasn’t done yet - not by a long shot. She turned her head and glanced to the side, seeing Rush’s gigantic member, and carefully rolled from the bench to get to her hooves. While she wasn’t opposed to being bent over and done raw, she had something special planned for the big-dicked rookie.
“Do me a favor and lay down,” she hummed, affixing him with her best come hither look.
Rush’s eyes widened slightly, apparently surprised by the request, and he swiftly looked for a good spot. “I - uh - a…alright…”
It didn’t take him long to move to the center of the chamber, seat himself, and roll onto his back. As crazy as it sounded, his monolithic cock looked even more impressive when he was laying down. As he stared past his towering, bobbing shaft at her, she sauntered over, stepped over his body, and smiled down at him.
“Is this seat taken?” she tittered, rocking her hips from side to side and taunting his cock-head with her silken pucker.
Rush looked between her makeup-streaked face to her groin, doubtlessly noticing that she’d gotten hard again. “B…b…be my guest!”
The contrast of Rush’s adorably timid nature against his monstrous package was phenomenally arousing. In all the years Shining had cheered for his team, and a hooffull of times she’d gone off to encourage other teams in secret, she’d never once met a stud so adorable and well-hung, provoking a predatory side she didn’t know she had. With a wolfish smirk splitting her muzzle, she steadily lowered her hindquarters and bore down against his stallionhood.
“J…just gotta - Aaaaahn!” she mewled, nearly climaxing when the battering ram-like tip of his dick popped into her ass.
Her face contorted, her colthood dribbled pre-cum, and she slowly exhaled, as she sank lower and lower. Stars above - she’d fooled around with some larger stallions in her day, all either before or after buckball games, yet she’d never been with one as meaty as Rush! Dipping her head and peeking between her legs, noticing she’d only made it a third of the way down his shaft, she was hit with a wave of apprehension.
“What’s wrong?” Silver hissed, bringing his snout to her ear.
Walking up behind her, placing a forehoof on her flank, Flash grinned. “Not getting cold hooves ~ are you?”
“No!” she bleated, trembling when the pegasus pushed down on her ass. “Maybe…”
“In that case - here, let me help you with that…” Flash whispered, forcing her lower.
Her eyes rolled back, her jaw hung open, and a band of saliva crept past her lips, while the girthy shaft filled her. Intense couldn’t begin to describe the experience, yet she hadn’t even accommodated half of Rush’s length. As her pucker kissed the thick medial ring, only then yielding some resistance, she was jammed downward in a merciless shove.
The immense intrusion instantly did her in, causing her to howl out in bliss. Her effeminate, rapturous wail resonated throughout the tiled chamber, clashing with the sonorous, devilish laughter of the studs. What little cum she had left in her coin purse spurted from her twitching prick, shooting onto Rush’s chest, as she struggled to collect herself.
“See,” Flash smoothly remarked, reaching around to flick her softening colthood, “totally not gay.”
Rush peered up at her face, grabbed her hips, and braced his hind legs. “Yeah…”
Only barely managing to keep herself from collapsing, Shining was driven upward by the stallion’s thrust. Cum gushed out of her soft, puny length, while she whorishly groaned and fought to keep herself upright. With her legs quaking and mind racing, she fought through the blissful haze and gazed down at the big-dicked stud.
“You like that?” she rasped, leaning back to give him a show of her goods.
She’d seen a stallion or two who liked just how small she was, regarding both her build and her pitiful endowment, and Rush definitely seemed interested in her puny package. Drawing a forehoof down her chest, past her petite, underdeveloped bosoms, and to her groin, she flicked her colthood. Sure enough, as soon as she began fondling herself, he gave a second, even more powerful thrust.
“Here,” she purred, reclining against his thighs, “now you can watch it flop around.”
No sooner did she finish speaking, emboldened by the power she had over him, did she start to bounce. There was something intoxicating about having a stud wrapped around her hoof. Though she wasn’t the biggest, strongest, or fastest pony around, barely even a stallion compared to most, her feminine wiles were beyond reproach - add to that techniques she’d honed over the years, learning how to milk a dick better than most whores, she would pit herself against any mare in bed.
Timing her movements to his, she raised her waist when he withdrew and slammed her ass down to meet his bucking hips. She didn’t have to look down to tell he was bulging her cum-filled belly, yet that wasn’t the only factor at play. The added weight at her abdomen piqued her curiosity and caused her to look down at herself, nearly bringing the passionate moment to a dead stop.
Though she could make out the huge imprint of Rush’s stallionhood rearranging her guts, she hadn’t expected to find herself looking gravid. Her ordinarily flat belly was markedly rounded, swollen by the two loads she had within herself, giving her an almost pregnant look. As she rubbed her stomach, feeling the cum sloshing around inside herself, she was taken totally off guard when somepony growled in her ear.
“Didn’t forget about me ~ did you?” Silver growled, pushing her forward.
With her chest pressed against Rush, she turned her head and peered over her shoulder. It became instantly obvious that he wasn’t just screwing with her figuratively - no, feeling his dick press against her stuffed hole told her he was planning to literally screw with her. Gripped with a heady cocktail of panic and exhilaration, she looked to his smug face.
“Y…you’re not gonna…” she stammered, as his forelegs curled over her shoulders. “It won’t f - Oh fuck!”
Silver crammed his dick into her ass, his length coming to rest alongside Rush’s stallionhood, as he started wildly rutting her. It wasn’t the first time she’d been double-penetrated, and it likely wouldn’t be the last, but it did break the record for how much cock she’d had filling her backdoor. Only managing to keep herself steady, resting her chin on the earth pony’s shoulder, she closed her eyes and relished the indescribable sensations accosting her.
Moving in perfect harmony, taking turns with their thrusts, Rush and Silver pistoned into her like a pair of hunky machines. It shouldn’t have been shocking that their teamwork was so impressive, given that they’d been playing buckball together for some time, but she was stunned with just how ruthless their cooperation was. Moments from having her third orgasm of the afternoon, she looked up when something brushed against her cheek.
“Forget about me?” Flash smoothly asked, stepping over her head and bringing his slickened tool to bear.
Like the obedient, cum-dumpster cheerleader that she was, she opened her mouth and allowed him to plunge into her muzzle. While she hadn’t planned on accommodating all three of the studs in tandem, being claimed by the trio bordered on the divine. Unable to move, being mercilessly used by the team, she did what she could to get them off.
Seconds stretched into minutes and longer still, all while the studs fucked her with reckless abandon. She came a third time, then a forth and a fifth, until she stopped counting how many climaxes she suffered through. As much as she would have liked to know how long they lasted, the maelstrom of ecstasy was too much for her mind to endure.
At some point or another, after what felt like a small eternity, things eventually came to a head. Rush reached the finish line first, braying and sending an absolute deluge of cum into her, with Silver and Flash following shortly thereafter. She could have kicked herself for not being completely coherent to appreciate the moment - then again, being plowed by a group of athletic buckball players tended to leave her a bit addled.
By the time the trio was finished, pulling their semi-rigid stallionhoods from her snout and ass, she was an absolute mess. Barely able to think, let alone move, she gazed at herself with wide-eyed wonder. She didn’t just looked pregnant - she looked like she was on the cusp of delivering triplets. Her belly was so full and distended that she couldn’t even see her meager package from behind her prodigious gut.
“Holy Tartarus - that was amazing,” Rush croaked. “You think she’ll be ok for another round?”
“Once I teleport us back to the hotel, sure ~ isn’t that right?” Silver hummed, his horn beginning to glow.
As Shining looked between the three, a silly little grin split her muzzle. Cadance would doubtlessly be expecting her back at the castle before long, but that could wait. It had been a long, long time since she’d spend a night with the guys, so her wife wouldn’t be too upset with her. Giving a small nod, with the trio encircling her, she was magically whisked away to the Mareiotte hotel to give an encore.
