*THWAAAAP*

The noise filled the bedroom and instantly drew all available eyes to it.

“Holy bucking horseapples!” Izzy squealed, her bright purple irises looking more dilated than the time she’d tried (and succeeded) in snorting glitter.

“Gah!” Sunny gasped, covering her muzzle with a hoof, her already flushed face turning a bright red. Sunny collapsed to a sitting position before gesticulating with a free hoof, pointing directly at Hitch’s now-stiffening behemoth -- “What the hay is that?”

Hitch’s ears folded back, as he scrambled to use his body as a shield to prevent the two mares from seeing his overt display. “Nothing! Sheesh, I was trying to avoid this -- my body has been completely crazy since yesterday with all this magic cr- gah! Hey!”

Izzy’s horn had sparkled into life, grabbing hold of Hitch’s two forehooves and pulling them apart, preventing him from obscuring himself. With a half-stumble, Hitch fell backward against the edge of the bed, his butt resting on the ground and his back against the bedside, leaving his fleshy tree sprouting up between his legs for all to see.

“Sunny, are you seeing this!?” Izzy squealed, doing a little tip-tap dance of joy on all four hooves. “I mean, I knew Hitch would be big, but this… this is like the size of my foreleg!” She giggled as she pranced forward, “No need to play all bashful and humble and pretend it's just ‘magic’, Hitch.”

“Izzy…” Sunny’s face was demurely staring off into one corner, fighting off embarrassment… and yet Hitch could see her eyes were locked on to his engorging member. “He… he really wasn’t… that… uh… b-big. Before.” Sunny shook her head, squinting her eyes in frustration before going on. “I mean, he was big. But he’s bigger. A lot bigger.”

Izzy cocked her head, pausing mid-way in her predatory gambol toward him, glancing between Sunny and him with an arched eyebrow. “Ohhh…. You guys are-”

“Were!”

“A long time ago! It’s not like that!”

Sunny and Hitch answered in exasperated union.

“Ah, then you don’t mind if I get a closer look?” Izzy grinned while waggling her eyebrows.

“Well, actually- AH! OK! This is happening I guess!” Hitch gulped, as Izzy’s purple magic wrapped around the underside of his glans. A warm, squishing sensation as the unicorn’s magic levitated his penis upward, holding it against his belly. Immediately the warm energetic buzz was joined by a fuzzy, physical one.

Izzy was holding her foreleg against his length, doing an impromptu measurement.

“He is bigger than my foreleg! Woah!” Izzy’s eyes brightened with even more excitement, her smile widened dangerously.

“Ah! I-Izzy!” Hitch squeaked, as his friend squished the frog of her other hoof down onto his tip.

“And he’s wider than my hoof!” Izzy squealed. “Sunny, he would wreck Zipp, so much for that ship, am I right?” Izzy laughed, teasing Sunny, who was again covering her face with a hoof… while still peeking out from one side.

“Z-zipp? Zipp ship?”

“Sure. We call it Hitchzipp. Makes Zipp go crazy red with embarrassment when we tease her with it at slumber parties.” Izzy explained casually, while still squishing her oh-so-soft frog up and down on his throbbing tip. “But Pipp would always point out that Zipp probably wouldn’t be able to handle you, seeing as how earth-stallions are like twice the size of pegasus-males.”

“Umf… wh-what?” Hitch grunted, his brain having trouble following Izzy’s rapid-fire prose as blood continued to divert to his lower extremities.

“Oh sure, we girls would also gossip about you boys’ sizes. Was one of the first topics of conversation when we all met. Are you kidding me?” Izzy nodded with a chuckle. “Was a bit worried at first I wouldn’t get the full picture on pegasi because Zipp is a virgin… thankfully Pipp’s done a few private videos and could fill in the gaps.”

“I-Izzy!” Sunny squeaked, scoldingly.

“What? I always felt bad we were leaving Hitch out of the girl talk.” Izzy hummed, now idly pawing around on the top of Hitch’s cockhead, as if it were a joystick in a videogame. “Way I figured it, Pegasi are about two-thirds the size of unicorns… and from Sunny’s previous description of you I had figured earth ponies were about twice the size of pegasi.”

“A-ah! I-I-Izzy!” Hitch grunted, another throb going through him, bringing him to near full erection, and extending his cockhead up his belly another inch.

“But wow, this is like twice the size of any unicorn-stallion I ever saw.” Izzy’s smile was dangerously wide, a small drip of drool forming at one corner of her mouth. “Not that I was with that many, not really my style. But still… you know what? Screw it, I have to know.”

Izzy’s magic split once again, forming a fourth telekinetic cloud, in addition to the two pinning his arms and the one forming a donut underneath his glans. With a whisk, Hitch saw it fly to her saddlebag, discarded near the door, snagging her cloth measuring tape and flying it back over to her.

“A-are you… measuring my stallionhood?” Hitch asked, exasperated.

“Sure, that way I can make you a nice knit, woolen cock-cozy. It’s like a tea-cozy but for your cock!” Izzy giggled. It was strange hearing the vulgarity from her. “But it won’t work if you won’t get all-the-way hard.” Izzy’s tongue slipped out the side of her teeth like it always did when she focused on something. Her hoof movement began to speed up as if polishing an oversized door handle.

“I-Izzy! That’s sensitive!” Hitch yelped, his eyes clenching.

“Oh my gosh.” Sunny cringed, still shielding herself while watching intently.

“Oh, are you more of a ball guy? Here…” Izzy’s telekinetic donut moved from under his glans, sliding down his considerable obsidian length, thinning and tightening as it was stretched by his base’s increasing girth… the single downstroke felt better than the best toy Hitch had ever used.

“Wooooah!” The purple field buzzed and wrapped around his large, hoofball-sized orbs. “Dude, these are freaking huge!” Izzy leaned in, peering down at his balls. The field slid in and around his package, pulling and massaging, squeezing and releasing.

“How’s that feel, Hitch?” Izzy giggled.

Hitch was rock hard now.

“There we go!” The measuring tape flashed out like a snake, sliding all over him and wrapping around him at various places along his now painfully stiff penis.

“Holy buck!” Izzy whistled. “Nineteen inches. That’s more than twice the size of Alpha Bittle. I knew it.” Izzy pumped her free hoof in satisfaction.

“I-izzy…” Hitch groaned, eyes still tightly shut.

“Woah, my hoof’s soaked!” Izzy yelped, lifting her hoof off his engorged tip. “Sorry Hitch, did you pop off alread-.” Izzy paused, looked at her wet hoof, and cocked her head. “No, that doesn’t look like… hm…”

Hitch’s eyes opened enough to watch his friend lift her hoof to her muzzle and take a lick.

“Izzy!” Sunny’s disbelieving shout echoed through the room.

“No - that’s just pre!” Izzy squealed again. “Are you kidding me? And that much? And it tastes like pure glitter? Annnnnnn-nuh…nuh…” Izzy’s rapid-fire, excited pace of speech suddenly slowed and slurred… as if she had been hit by a tranquilizer dart.

“I-Izzy?” Hitch looked at her with newfound fear. Where moments before had been manic-excitement-Izzy… now there was something deeper. Her eyes were like deep, violet pools… her irises twisted into vibrating heart-shapes. Her mouth dropped open and panted, shallow, steamy breaths.

“Oh… oh wow… H-hitch.” Izzy leaned into him, affectionately. Her mouth pressed against his ear.

“Stallions really aren’t my type, Hitch…” she groaned, the tip of her tongue tickling the nib of his ear. “But by the Goddess, you are my type Hitch. I’ve… I’ve never felt so hot. My marehood… it's aching.”

Hitch gulped, as he felt something hot and wet press into his hip, followed by the playful slap of Izzy’s wagging tail.

Izzy giggled drunkenly, nuzzling into his neck one more time before returning to his ear again to whisper, “I’ve only had stallions in my butt. But fuck do I want you to fill me up with your beautiful, big fat stud cock, friend.” With the last word, Izzy nipped him in the ear with animal-aggression.

“Izzy!” Sunny shouted, turning and dropping her two hooves in shocked anger.

“Gah!” Hitch grunted, squeezing his pelvic muscles… Izzy’s dirty talk and the sudden nip caught him off-guard and made a sizable dollop of steaming pre arc out of his tip… flying across the room in a splatter…

And landing right across Sunny’s open, shouting mouth, and nose.

Oh no.

For the briefest of moments, there was no change on Sunny’s shocked face… then, a tremor seemed to shake through her, as a shiver one might get after being touched unexpectedly with an ice cube.

And Sunny’s face surprised look melted into one of pure, wanton lust.

Her slack jaw opened, her eyes rolled strangely, and her ears twitched wildly, as deep, panting breaths escaped her mouth.

“H-hitch…”

Hitch looked over at his best friend with more than just a modicum of worry. “S-sunny… are you… o-okay~ mmmf!”

Hitch’s mouth was cut off mid-question, as Sunny crossed the room in a bounding leap, pressed her muzzle over his, and began to kiss him as he’d never been kissed before.

Sunny’s powerful tongue pried at his teeth, quickly slipping past his pearly guard and driving into his throat, as she pressed into his face harder and harder. Her body was grinding into his now, pushing him back into the side of the bed, her chest-fur and belly trapping his throbbing, drooling erection between them in an obscene sandwich as she embraced him with more and more intensity.

“Mmmfghn! MMMF!” Hitch couldn’t understand any of Sunny’s deep, throaty moans, as they rumbled out of her belly and were lost in the back of his throat… But he could feel her hooves as they wrapped around his back, tracing up and down his spine, grasping when they found something particularly interesting to grip… like his butt or the nape of his neck, or his dock.

Hitch’s wide eyes were staring into Sunny’s sweating face, but he could see anything but her tightly shut eyelids and her sweating brow as she continued to ravage him. One thing he could sense, however, was the burning wet heat against his left leg.

With each subsequent group and thrust of her tongue, Sunny had driven herself deeper, closer, harder against him… each push she spread her hind legs a little wider until it was blatantly obvious she was grinding her marehood hard against him in a desperate attempt to satisfy herself.

“Holy, buck.” Gasped Izzy, seemingly stunned out of her desires by the sheer ferocity of Sunny’s assault. Hitch could see her out of the corner of his eye, half covering her mouth in shock, half grinning wildly at the show she was being treated to.

A gold glow drew Hitch’s eyes back to Sunny’s forehead, as translucent, crackling magical energy emerged in the shape of a horn from her head… followed by a golden flash of sparkle-filled light and the eruption of Sunny’s wide, magical wingspan… almost painfully outstretched.

“Mnf-! Nfu-fuck!” Sunny’s head wrenched backward and free from her slobbery kiss, a thick stand of saliva still connecting their lips, as she threw her neck backward in an agonic scream.

Any fear that Sunny might have been hurt or scared was quickly killed off in Hitch’s mind, the mare’s growling cry being quickly accompanied by a soaking torrent of fragrant liquid that sloshed out over his left knee...

“Oh fuck, Hitch!” Sunny gasped, with the last of her breath left over from the end of her orgasmic scream, before the spasm of her bowstring-taut spine relented and let her collapse into his chest with deep, heavy, pants. “Fuck, I haven’t… hah… hah… haven’t cum that hard… ever!”

Hitch couldn’t help himself, clearing a sweaty, disheveled strand of Sunny’s mane from her face, as he watched her half-droopy eyelids open to reveal the same pulsing, heart-shaped irises that adorned Izzy’s sclera. “Uh… you’re... Welcome?”

“Hah…hah…” Sunny grunted, drool still slipping from her parted lips. “H-hitch… I… I need more. My body is burning for it. For you.”

She looked down between them, at his throbbing erection. Her hooves reaching down, grasping him, as she began to lift her hips… higher, higher, even needing to rise to her hooves and semi-stand because of the sheer height she had to raise her nethers to, to accommodate his significant size.

“S-sunny…” Hitch gulped, speechless… his own heart pounding in his ears. All those years ago, after a clumsy blowjob, he’d been so close to having sex with Sunny. Only for it all to blow up, for their friendship to nearly dissolve, for them both to promise never to speak of that night again… even if Hitch knew deep down it was what he really wanted…

Was this really going to happen?

“H-hitch-~ gah!”

A separate burst of purple magic flashed out, grabbing hold of his and Sunny’s shoulders simultaneously and wrenching them apart. For a moment, Hitch’s vision was nothing chaos as he was spun and flung onto the top of the bed with a soft ~thump~ as he landed in the soft sheets on his back, splayed out with his towering stallionhood pointing at the ceiling.

He looked down his belly, only to see Izzy hungrily staring down at him, as she strode over him, crackling purple energy dissipating from her horn as she released her TK hold on him, before fixing him with those manic-heart-irise.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Izzy giggling scolded, “Sunny doesn’t get to just cut in line.” Izzy positioned herself over his cock, her diminutive size insufficient to fully clear his considerable, extended length, resulting in his rigid tip being pulled along the underside of her fuzzy tummy.

“Oof!” Hitch exhaled as Izzy planted her forehooves on his chest, using it as leverage to lift her rear end up even higher, as she shifted her tail out of the way.

“Momma Izzy is gonna take good care of you, Hitch… and ‘not-so-little Hitch’!” Izzy wildly as she took his fat tip in her magical field, bending him downwards toward her nethers.

Hitch groaned in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure, watching with rapt fascination as she brought his drooling, massive tip past her small teats, toward the drooling lips of her marehood.

He’d never seen a unicorn mare before (not counting the usual little accidental glances you’d get here or there).

Izzy’s dark-purple labia were so swollen they were as nearly puffed up to the same size as her little breast-mounds… they were so engorged they looked to be almost black in contrast to her fur color… and yet they were so much more slender than any of the earth-mares he’d been with, the plump folds pressing tightly against each other to reveal none of the drooling-pink interiors he was used to seeing… unicorns looked tight.

Maybe too tight. Especially with his newly found ‘enhancement’.

“Ah!” With a little squeak, Hitch watched with fascination as Izzy’s lips quivered, sending a nub-sized, pink clit flashing outward, along with a momentary peek of her steamy, frothing vaginal tunnel… as she winked out a thin squirt of hot, wet, marecum… splattering all over his thick cock-tip.

And then, just like that, their two sexes kissed.

His aching, drooling urethral dome pressed up and into her tight cleft, squishing up against her lips without parting them, but sending a hot dribble of her juice trickling down the left side of his shaft… a light peck of stallionhood and marehood.

“Ahh… hi new friend.” Izzy giggled, before biting her lower lip and shifting herself, trying to position her lower body to take him in.

“I-izzy…” Hitch gasped, breathlessly, instinctively taking hold of his friends’ forehooves to steady her as she began to lower her hips, using her weight to press his gargantuan size into her.

It seemed like an impossible task… his huge, hoof-sized head pressed against Izzy’s vise-like marehood… like trying to push a melon into a mailslot. Though the raised portion of his dome-shaped glans had nestled itself into the comfy, warm interior of Izzy’s outer-opening… the rest simply smushed itself against her tightness… even as Izzy brought more and more of her weight down on him.

“Ahh… sheesh…” Izzy groaned, wiggling her bottom in a way that almost made Hitch thrust upward in pure instinctive reactionary pleasure. “You’re… jeez… a lot bigger than any toys I’ve put in there before… here…”

A buzzing purple, surrounded their messy, dripping union, and Hitch scrunched his face, gritting his teeth as he felt the magic lightly compress his size, squeezing him painfully… he could see the magic doing the same to Izzy’s tight marelips, stretching and pulling at them…

And he began to ever-so-slightly… sink into his unicorn friend.

“Unnnf…. F-f-fuck!” Izzy groaned, one eye shutting and the other half-lidding, as her mare lips strained, rolling outward to take in Hitch’s impressive girth, millimeter by millimeter, “...you’re so… bucking BIG! Guh~!” Izzy took in a winded breath, as her lips finally engulfed the massive, hoof-wide outer ridge of Hitch’s fat mushroom-tip…

“O-oh… Mayonnaise!” Izzy growled with a thick, belly-curse, as five inches of Hitch’s throbbing, ebony cock crammed itself into her in a single movement, the pressure of her weight and her magic slamming far too much stallion into her once the barrier of her initial tightness had finally been breached.

“B-buck!” Hitch groaned, his teeth gritting even tighter… Izzy’s grasping depths felt just as tight as her slender lips. It was like his upper shaft was stuck in some velvet-soaked, flesh vise… crushing down on his dick.

The effect was completely alien to Hitch. Sure, he was an above average stallion… but he’d never felt anything like this before.The alien feel of his expanded endowment, with its kinesthetic bulk and additional nerve endings, coupled with the tighter grasp of his purple friend… was overwhelming. Only a quarter of his length was inside Izzy, but his eyes were crossing with pleasure unlike any he’d experienced.

“Ahn!” The orange glow re-entered his vision, as Sunny recovered from wherever Izzy’s magic had tossed her. Her snorting muzzle snuffled as she pressed up into his groin, burying her nose in his ballsack and inhaling.

“Mmff… h-hurry Izzy!” Sunny groaned out, before putting her tongue to a more practical purpose, caressing the thick base of Hitch’s stallionhood.

“I’m trying… gah… he’s… just so… huge!” Izzy groaned, putting a forehoof against the slender valley between her two teats, “I can feel him poking out of my freaking stomach!”

Sunny seemed to take this as an invitation to help, hooking one of her forehooves around Izzy’s hip and pulling downward.

“Eeep!” Izzy squeaked, before throwing her head back again, as another 3 inches of thick, black, pulsing stallionmeat crammed up into her tight unicorn snatch. “B-buck!”

Hitch felt his tip mashing up against Izzy’s cervix, the urethral bulge barely slipping in, to prod into her most holy of holies.

He unscrewed his eyes, taking in the sight before him… Sunny slobbering all over his junk, while he bottomed out in a mare… while her drooling pussy barely reached to his medial ring.

Was this really happening?

“S-sunny! Oof!” Izzy grimaced, before looking down and inspecting herself. “W-wow…” she put her hoof over the noticeable cock-bulge in her lower belly, just below her cute belly-button. “I… I don’t think I’ll be getting all of this in anytime soon.” She chuckled nervously, her magic stroking down Hitch’s exposed shaft.

“H-h-hurry up!” Sunny growled throatily, “I can’t wait.”

“Ok! Ok!” Izzy hissed, before starting to lift her hips, looking to begin moving her hips. But their union was far too tight… their bodies entirely locked together… with each attempt to liter herself on resulting in no movement… or lifting Hitch’s hips with her.

“Uh… I think I’m kind of… stuck!” Izzy groaned.

“C’mon Izzy! You haven’t even taken half of him yet!” Sunny groaned, jerking downward futilely.

“Ah! S-stop! S-sunny!” Izzy winced, her purple tail thrashing back and forth as she was impaled further on the log of horseflesh.

“F-fine! I’ll take care of the other half, then.” Sunny harumphed, before bringing a hoof to Hitch’s thick base, grasping it with her tender frog and starting to stroke, leaning in to nuzzle and lick at the veiny trunk.

“Ah! S-sunny!” Hitch groaned, the new sensations rocking him.

“Don’t forget about… gah… me!” Izzy squeaked, huffing with a small exhortation as she tried to clench her untrained muscles around the bits that were inside her. The swirling grasp of mysterious muscles flashed and pulled at Hitch’s cock-end.

“G-girls!” Hitch panted, feeling his muscles start to tighten and bulge, as the pleasure coursing through him began to build, a new tightness forming in his loins. He wasn’t a quick-shot, but all his new equipment was unfamiliar to him, and not easy to control… he felt like he had as a teen-colt, discovering his first naughty magazine.

“C’mon Hitch!” Sunny grunted desperately, bringing her other hoof to the base of his erection in a vain attempt to fully encircle him at his thickest. “Give it to her!”

“Oooh, yeah…” Izzy agreed, eyes burning with fiery lust, “c’mon friend, don’t hold back!” Her horn ignited again. “I want all you’ve got!”

“Ahhh… no-no-no-NO!” Hitch squeaked, as he felt a tendril of magical unicorn energy snake its way down past Sunny’s slobber, slip past his tightening sack… and prod at his tailhole.

“Trust me - I know butt-stuff!”

Izzy’s tiger-grin was the last thing Hitch saw before a mercifully-thin tentacle of kinetic magic entered into his asshole, snaking up and forward… and milking against his prostate.

“Sunny… I-Izzy!” Hitch moaned, sweat beading at a tremendous rate now as one of his friends masturbated him, and the other milked him (from both ends). There was no stopping it now - and the last of his resolve vanished in the tsunami of release that followed.

“W-woah!” Sunny yelped, as a pulsing wave of spasm surged up through her hooves, thickening and twitching Hitch’s fat penis, racing up and into Izzy’s stretched marehood.

“G-g-guh!” Izzy’s breath was knocked from her, as she was winded by the sudden flaring expansion of the huge tip inside her, the hoof-sized tip blossoming into an angry, pulsing saucer-plate that embedded itself deeply into her cervical wall… the external bulge on her stomach looking now looking like something from a sci-fi horror flick.

And then Hitch released.

“AHHhhhhnnn!”

This was nothing like any orgasm he’d had before.

This wasn’t three or four measly white lines painted over some needy mare’s face on a Friday night behind the Sheriff’s office. It wasn’t a shameful coating of his hoof while browsing pornstable… it didn’t even compare to that time he’d actually completed no-nut November and nearly clogged his shower drain on December 1st.

This… this was something entirely different. More. Virile.

Magically activated earth-pony studs had a primary purpose - to fill their mares.

And Equestrian magic was more powerful than Hitch could have possibly imagined.

Blast after blast of steaming, thick, hot batter shot from him… each one coming out in spurts that were seconds in length. All sloshing deep into his friend’s fertile womb.

Through the hazy glow of his wavering eyes, Hitch could see the dramatic effect of his raw emptying of his potent balls into Izzy’s body. Her belly was expanding, her usually taut tummy becoming pudgy and pooching out, looking like a water-balloon being filled from a fully-opened faucet.

“Guhhh…!” Izzy’s horn spattered and sparked, fireworks arcing chaotically through the air, her own eyes rolling wildly as her body drank in Hitch’s orgasm with one of its own.

And the intensity of each frothing splatter was more than anything Hitch had ever experienced, even counting his first ever orgasm… as he inflated his friends’ belly to the size of a mare 6-months with foal.

*pop!*

*SPLOOOOOOSHGE!*

All of a sudden, the glue-tight, seemingly inseparable union of unicorn-pussy and earth-pony-dick ripped apart.

The sheer pressure of Hitch’s ridiculous emission sent Izzy flying off of his thick flare like a bottle rocket, in an obscene fountain of stallion-cum.

“Gahh!” Sunny squealed, the massive wave of splooshing foal-batter that escaped as Izzy popped off of Hitch coating her face, as Izzy fell backward in a twitching, squeaking mess.

“F-f-fuck!” Hitch groaned, as his suddenly freed, monstrous-cock, kept shooting. Ribbon after ribbon traced thick streamers through the air, splattering back down against his belly, and over Sunny’s mane.

It felt like he would never stop. And he knew that his orgasm had to be drawing from something magical… there was no possible biological explanation for the amount of cum he was soaking the bedtop with.

Finally, after what felt like an unknowable amount of time, his temporal-senses were completely de-prioritized by his neurology… his orgasm subsided, the blasts becoming spurts… then trickles… then dry spasms.

“HAHHhh… hah…. Hah…” Hitch’s labored breathing caught up with himself, his lungs burning as he’d just run the annual Maretime Bay Mare-a-thon. “W-what the BUCK was that!?” He yelled out, at no-pony in particular, shocked at what his body was capable of.

Even more shocking, was the sensation that the only thing that had stopped him, was the realization that he was no longer breeding a mare.

There was none of the usual feelings he had post-orgasm. No refractory let-down. No satisfied, vacuous feeling of emptied-relief in his vas deferens or testicles. No calming release of neuro-chemicals that would spirit him into a drowsy, relaxed sleep.

And no deflation of his erection…

Hitch’s gargantuan, masculine stallionhood stood just as tall and rigid as it had moments ago when it had been buried in unicorn-snatch. Only now, his tip was fully flared out, throbbing angrily, as if upset with him for not being deep inside mare-flesh at this very moment.

And his body was still aching, burning for more. He could feel a fire in his loins, in his mind, starting to boil away the rationality that he had been clinging to up until this point… He still wanted to fuck. To breed. To rut the hell out of any and every mare.

“W-what the buck!?” He moaned again, less forcefully, as he tried to lift himself up off his supine position, excess ejaculate sloshing off of his hips and belly… “T-this… this magic is terrifying. S-sunny, you have to help m~”

Hitch’s request died on his lips as he looked down and saw his friend…

Prone.

On the bed.

Wings wide.

Her rear legs spread wide and her tail lifted high…

Her perfect pony-pussy was winking-wide and wet for him… her fat clit throbbing as it had all those years ago.

Sunny looked was looking over her shoulder at him with a desperate, pleading face. Sticky, wet strands of mane, her muzzle, and chest-floof soaked by his obscene emissions, her tongue lolling out… as she mouthed…

“Rut me…”

Author's Note

No wonder unicorns were always coming to visit Ponyville.