Amplified

Walking through the parking deck and into the Canterlot mall, blissfully ignoring the slack jaws and shameless stares from those he passed, Citi couldn’t be happier. The last month had been nearly perfect and easily a new high in his relationship with his lover and owner, Vinyl. With the help of Octavia’s tutelage, and a bit more initiative on his part, he’d finally reignited his mate’s passion.

Regular face-fuckings and booty-plundering had become the norm once again, leaving him beyond satisfied on a daily basis. Simply thinking about his mate’s mighty stallionhood, and how wonderfully it felt lodged in his throat or ass, sent shivers of excitement up his spine; just that morning, before they’d gone out on their little errand, he’d ridden her cowgirl until she’d emptied her hefty nuts within him. Things simply couldn’t be better, for the most part.

Perhaps because of the renewed deposits he was receiving, or due to his rekindled devotion to the she-stud - his she-stud, his body had continued to gradually change - as such, he required some new clothes. Neary every outfit he owned had become far too snug in some places, while being a bit too loose in others, so an updated wardrobe was necessary; fortunately for him, Vinyl was more than pleased to spoil him with some well-fitting attire.

Trotting at his lover’s side, fully aware of how scandalous he must look, Citi pressed himself to the towering dickmare. It didn’t matter that his crop top, a rather revealing article in and of itself, failed to fully cover the areola on his massive bust, nor was he concerned that his skirt revealed the bottom of his deliciously thick tush; so long as his mate was happy, he was happy. Passing what he presumed was a married couple, seeing the husband’s hungry gaze settle on his chest, he giggled.

“You’re such a slut,” Vinyl snickered, casually reaching back and squeezing one cheek of his ass.

“Yeah,” he sighed, wrapping his arm around her hip, “but I’m your slut.”

Glaring over her shoulder, briefly locking eyes with the lusty stallion they’d walked by, the dickmare fiercely gripped his rump. “Damn right you are.”

Hearing those words, Citi’s heart fluttered within his chest. He’d always heard that some girls relished being coveted by their lover, but he hadn’t fully understood it until he’d found his mate. There was something special about being wanted and having a place, especially since his place tended to be on his knees, that brought him an unimaginable amount of joy. He was the titan’s plaything and slam-piece, an outlet for her sexual frustrations and desires, and he positively adored what he’d become.

“Where to first?” the DJ asked, slowing by a map kiosk.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, studying the list of stores. “We could start out with the lingerie shop, then go to the boutique for tops and skirts. Is that alright?”

Vinyl cocked a brow, peering down at her comparatively diminutive mate. “Kinda surprised you’re not wanting new shoes or accessories.”

Citi’s full, pouting lips curled into a sinful grin, as he nonchalantly groped the mammoth bulge in her shorts. “Why would I need shoes, when you want to keep me barefoot and pregnant…”

The titan’s eyes widened slightly, apparently caught off guard by the audacious and salacious claim, but she was quick to recover. Without a care in the world, heedless of who may be looking, she adjusted her grip on his tush and sank one finger into his pronounced pucker. He’d been a bit surprised when she hadn’t asked him to go out wearing his plug, but having his hole stuffed meant he’d miss wonderful moments like these.

“Bet you’d fuckin’ love that, wouldn’t you?” she chuckled, slipping another two digits into his well-trained backdoor.

“M...Mmmhmm,” he lightly whimpered, gnawing his lower lip.

Rocking back into her hand, constricting his backdoor around her fingers, he instinctively pawed at his chest. Sweet, merciful Celestia - she knew just what to say to get him worked up. Squeezing one nipple, feeling his clit starting to drool within its cage, he only just stifled a groan. Truth be told, had she stepped behind him, whipped out her cock, and had her way with him right there, he wouldn’t have been bothered in the slightest.

Not only was she an imposing size, but her celebrity status let her get away with much more than most ponies. He’d only ever seen police or security politely ask her to curtail her actions, but he’d never seen her formally charged with anything. Most of the time, at worst, she’d halfheartedly apologize for whatever depravity involved in, then offer a photo or autograph as a small recompense - as such, if she wanted, she toyed with him at her leisure.

Plunging a fourth digit into his tush, nearly fisting him, she brought her muzzle to his ear. “Maybe we should stop by the maternity shop before we leave - you know, since you’re so desperate to get knocked up.”

“Oh my gods, yes,” he moaned, his eyelids fluttering at the thought.

Blissfully tugging at one udder-like tit, silently praying she’d sneak him into a changing room or restroom for a quickie, a moist sensation on his fingers gave him a moment for pause. Peeking down at his bust, noticing a distinctly wet patch over his teats, he glowered. Over the last several weeks, he’d begun spontaneously lactating when aroused; it was an unexpected and extraordinarily arousing development, one he was still trying to wrap his head around, but he hadn’t even considered it before they’d gone out.

“Care for a drink?” he teased, hefting the massive, leaking tit towards her face.

Smirking, continuing to grind her knuckles over his hypersensitive prostate, Vinyl nodded to his right. “Nah, but it looks like you might have a few volunteers.”

Cocking his head, wondering what she meant, he turned his head, looked to the side, and froze. Standing about twenty feet away, watching their obscene and wholly inappropriate display of affection, a lithe thestral stood rigid in several ways; his tented pants, lustful look, and splayed wings made it almost laughably obvious that he was enjoying the show, but that wasn’t what left Citi speechless. He wouldn’t have batted an eye, had the stallion been any random stranger, but it wasn’t a stranger.

He knew the guy looked familiar, yet it took him a second to recognize the face; the moment he did, the blood in his veins went frigid. There was no mistaking it, he was looking at one of his oldest childhood friends, Nox. Though they’d grown up together, having attended the same middle school and high school, it had been nearly a year since they’d seen one another - a year which must have left him unrecognizable to his old buddy. Unsure of what to say or do, feeling his mouth go dry, he swallowed hard.

Glancing between the femcolt’s aghast face and the thestral, Vinyl knit her brow. “You know that guy or something?”

The question shook Citi from his stupor, spurring him to turn his back to his friend. Though the sudden move was driven by shame, it had an unintended and exceptionally lewd result. The dickmare’s hand cleared his confines, leaving his gaped and slickened backdoor visible. Burying his face in his lover’s mountainous chest, trying and failing to hide from his friend, he peeked up at the amazoness.

“That’s Nox,” he whispered.

“Who?” she blurted, glowering down at him. “Is he an ex or something?”

“No! He’s an old friend of mine,” he hissed.

Even though he’d fully devoted himself to his Mistress, the realization that he knew the thestral from his prior life as a stallion made him feel odd. The last time they’d hung out, they’d chatted about girls, while sharing a pizza and beer - now, having effectively become a painfully curvaceous mare with an addiction to cock, he was a totally different person. If Nox recognized him from the video he’d drunkenly sent to a number of his contacts, he gave no overt sign.

“What’s his name?” Vinyl conspiratorially murmured, keeping her voice low.

“Nox,” Citi responded, peeking over at the enamored thestral, “but don’t do anything -”

“Hey, Nox!” the amazoness shouted, lifting and waving a hand in the stallion’s direction.

A cold weight settled in the pit of Citi’s stomach, and his jaw wordlessly dropped, seeing and hearing his lover’s reaction. He knew she was extremely outspoken at times, brazenly catcalling or openly flirting with strangers she found attractive, but he would have never fathomed she’d do something so insane! Sneaking a glance over to his friend, seeing the stallion trot closer, his eyes widened in shock. Like it or not, it appeared as though he was about to get an introduction he had not prepared for.

“Nox, right?” Vinyl asked, as the young thestral came to a few paces away. Extending her hand towards him, she beamed.

“Y...yeah, that’s me,” Nox stammered, clearly caught off guard by being summoned by the literally and figuratively massive celebrity - still, he reluctantly shook her hand and smiled.

“My little friend here said she knew you,” she noted, steadily turning the femcolt to face him, “but you might not recognize her. Nox, do you have any idea who this is?”

The stallion openly eyed buxom unicorn’s damp, slightly transparent top, ogling the pair of heaving bosoms, before begrudgingly shifting his focus. Squinting over at Citi’s face, he slowly shook his head. “No...I don’t think so.”

“Go on,” Vinyl snickered, shoving her pet forward and giving him a soft smack on the rear, “introduce yourself.”

Citi knew better than to disobey her, but he really, really didn’t want to deal with explaining how and why he could pass for a bimbo porn star. Pulling his skirt down with one hand, while doing his damnedest to pull his top up with the other, he fitfully squirmed in place. Realizing he didn’t have much time, lest he evoke his Mistress’ ire, he shakily nodded.

“I...I’m…” he gulped, trying and failing to gather the courage to speak.

“She’s a little shy,” Vinyl chuckled. With a more than conspicuous shove, sending the anxious femcolt rack-first into his friend, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Go on…”

“It’s me, Citi,” he finally admitted. Peering down at the floor, feeling the blood rush into his cheeks, he stood motionless - that was until the thestral stepped back.

“Wait,” Nox croaked, “that was you in that video?!”

“Y...yeah,” Citi muttered, embarrassed beyond belief that one of his best buddies had seen him getting plowed like a whore.

“Wha...How? I...I mean, you look - uh -” the thestral stammered, unwilling or unable to complete his statement - a statement the dickmare was all too pleased to conclude.

“She looks fucking great, doesn’t she?” Vinyl hummed, coolly reaching under her lover’s arms to grope her bounteous chest. “Just look at these massive melons,” she proudly continued, giving the pair of tits a squeeze, “and that cunt of hers - Mmmph - some of the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

Citi’s face went a bright crimson, yet his pucker needily winked at the compliment. Nervously looking up to his friend’s face, seeing the awestruck expression painted there, he weakly grinned. Unplanned and awkward as the moment was, there was a certain thrill to the moment. There he was, being openly fondled by his Mistress, in front of his former classmate - his former classmate who obviously liked what he was looking at. Lowering his gaze, noting the erection within the thestral's slacks, his eyes locked on the bulge like a pair of cock-seeking missiles.

“You want to get a better look?” the dickmare teased, lowering one hand to cup her mate’s groin.

Nox played with his hands, oblivious to just how aroused he was, before he uneasily cleared his throat. “I...I don’t think-”

“Come on,” Vinyl sighed, tugging the femcolt’s top just low enough to reveal a very erect nipple, “judging from that little tent in your pants, I know you want to.” Without another word, shifting her grip, she grabbed her lover’s wrist, turned, and marched back towards the entrance they’d come through. “If you don’t want a show, feel free to go and jack off in a bathroom or something.”

Dragged along behind the amazoness, doing his best to keep up in his heels, Citi was at a loss. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? If he spoke out against her, or tried to stop her, he risked pissing her off, and he was not about to do that. Looking over his shoulder, his pulse quickened. Sure enough, with his curiosity apparently winning out, the thestral started trailing them.

It only took them a scant few minutes to return to the carpark and their parked vehicle, a particularly decked-out SUV she owned. The auto was sandwiched between two cars, and the lot was practically vacant, allowing them to speak in relative privacy. Without a care in the world, the dickmare stopped by the driver-side door, spun her pet around, and pulled his top down.

“Just take a look at these sweater puppies,” she cackled. Taking a breast in each hand, giving the pair of productive mammaries a squeeze, she sent streams of milk spraying to the cool concrete below. “Bet you wish she had a pair like this back when you were in school with her.”

Nox licked his lips and nodded, but he didn’t say a word, while Citi wriggled in the amazoness’ grasp, reflexively grinding his ass against her bulge. He really was a mockery of a stallion, having had what little masculinity he possessed systematically fucked out of him for the better part of a year, yet that was only one facet of who he now was. For the past several weeks, his exhibitionistic side had been growing by leaps and bounds.

What had started as taking salacious photos and indecent videos of himself had blossomed into regular online shows. Be they solo or with Vinyl, he’d become increasingly fond of recording himself being fucked, getting off, or demeaning himself for an audience. Softly panting, spreading his legs ever so slightly, he noticed the thestral's attention drop lower.

Leaning forward and peeking down, he spied a glistening drop of pre-cum dangling between his thighs; the sight wasn’t that surprising, given how worked up he was, but it may have caught his friend by surprise. As if on cue, the meaty hands on his bust crept to the hem of his skirt, threatening to reveal his chaste, pitiful cocklette.

“In case you were wondering, yeah, he still has one -” Vinyl guffawed, lifting the garment to unveil his cage, “that is, if you consider this puny little clit a prick at all. Even if I took the cage off, I don’t think the little faggot could get hard anymore.”

Getting increasingly turned on, struggling with the situation, Citi’s muscle memory kicked in. Reaching behind himself, he stroked the hardening length within his Mistress’ shorts. It wasn’t exactly like he’d planned on winding up in such a lewd situation, but his training and lecherous wants demanded he act. As his arousal dribbled to the ground, he needily wiggled his hips back and forth.

“And this bitch is well trained,” the amazoness haughtily proclaimed. Ceasing her ministrations, she stepped back and placed her hands on her hips. “Watch this shit. Ahem - suck it, Bitch.”

Without a second thought, the femcolt spun around, squatted, and deftly unbuttoned the dickmare’s shorts. Besides having blown her more times than he could count, practically leaping at every opportunity to choke himself on her girth, he’d learned to obey her without question. Gripping the zipper between his teeth, opening the garment with ease, he withdrew her semi-rigid tool and began nursing on its bloated tip.

“See, I told ya!” Vinyl guffawed, affectionately patting her lover’s head. “Hey, fuck-meat, how about you give him a show.”

Adjusting slightly, arching his back, Citi reached between his legs and drove his entire hand into his ass. His hand wasn’t much smaller than the root of his mate’s divine stallionhood, so it took perilously little effort to fist himself. Flexing his pucker, ravenously squeezing his wrist, he beat the pre-cum out of his oversized p-spot.

Smoothly plunging her length into his maw, choking her lover’s airway with marecock, Vinyl looked over to their guest. “Pretty fucking hot, right?”

“Y...yeah,” Nox sputtered.

“Go ahead and whip it out, I don’t give a fuck - besides, I’m sure your friend here has always wanted to see what you were packing,” the amazoness laughed, lightly bucking into the femcolt’s muzzle.

Though Citi couldn’t hear it, the unmistakable sound of a zipper caught his ear. If his buddy really was about to get off to his display, he needed to up his game. Pushing himself up, taking care to keep the blunt head of his Mistress’ dick in his mouth, he stood. Some part of him screamed not to, that his friend would think less of him, but he couldn’t help himself. Shuffling back and taking a broad stance, he flipped his skirt and invitingly waggled his tush at the stricken thestral.

“Heh - would you look at that! Looks like you got her kinda excited,” Vinyl snickered. Forcing her mate’s head down, continuing to make use of his snout and esophagus, she stiffed. “Actually, hang on, I have an idea.”

Just as quickly as she’d begun, she hauled Citi’s head back, cleared his clinging gullet of her dick, and hooked a hand under his chin. Glancing up to her face, he squinted. It wasn’t like her to stop him from blowing her, so he instantly knew she was up to something. Waving her hand, motioning for him to move, he stepped to the side.

“Here,” she noted, opening the rear passenger door to her SUV, “get in.”

“Are we going somewhere?” Citi meekly asked, a bit disappointed that she’d put their good time to an abrupt end.

“Hell yeah we are! Me and your little stud buddy are gonna take you to pound town,” she announced, waving to the interior. Glancing between the unicorn and flustered thestral, she smirked to herself. “Hop in. I’ll let the dude take you for a spin.”

Citi started, as the implications of her suggestion sank in. He wasn’t opposed to giving someone a show, even an old friend like Nox, but he had not anticipated being offered up as a quick lay to one of his oldest friends in existence. Ignorant to the fact that his hand was still lodged in his tush, he looked between the two; Vinyl bore a predatory, almost impish look, while the thestral seemed a bit indecisive - that was until he noticed what his companion was holding.

Holding his ground, appearing as though he was warring with the proposition, he held his rigid stallionhood in one hand. Though he wasn’t nearly as heavily endowed as the titanic dickmare, his member was definitely on the bigger side. Relatively short, but delectably thick, his member was easily big enough to fuck the cum out of anybody.

Throwing his inhibitions to the wind, seeing just how excited his former classmate was, he steadily crawled into the cabin. There wasn’t much room to maneuver, with the backseat being relatively small, but he wasn’t concerned. Rolling onto his back, with his behind hanging just over the side of the seat, he lifted his legs.

“You ever think she’d wind up like this?” Vinyl inquired, gazing at the slavering little prick at her mate’s groin. Reaching down and slapping her lover’s little coin purse, he yelped. “How fucking pitiful is this? If she’d realized she was a bottom bitch sooner, you probably would have been tearing that ass up every afternoon.”

Lifting his head, gazing past his bosoms, Citi pursed his lips. There’d been a time when such insults would actually cause him dismay, but that time had long passed; as things were, the indignities did nothing but send an excited thrill through him. Every day he spent in his colossal lover’s presence made him more of a masochist, transmuting the verbal and physical abuse to little more than excitement.

As the thestral stepped into position, holding the base of his length, the amazoness stepped behind him. “Don’t be shy,” she purred, gently pushing him forward, “trust me, she’s a bigger slut than you’ll ever believe.”

“You - Um - really don’t mind?” Nox bashfully asked, his raging boner standing in stark contrast to his quiet words.

Unable to control himself any further, with the whorish fires of his lust roaring into an inferno, Citi mouthed two words he’d become intimately familiar with uttering. ‘Fuck me…’

The silent plea did the trick, pushing the bat pony past the breaking point. Moving forward, giving the unicorn’s entrance an experimental nudge or two, he steadily sheathed himself into his childhood friend. Gasping, doubtlessly surprised by just how easily his length slid into the well-used hole, he slowed. There was no way he could have known the femcolt kept his backdoor in a constant state of readiness, staying cleaned and lubed for his Mistress’ convenience, so the sensation must have been a bit jarring.

“Here,” Vinyl huffed, “let me help.”

Grabbing the thestral's hips, she rammed him forward. The swift move caught the pair off guard, yet the impact on Nox was far hotter than it should have been. Stiffening in more ways than one, the stallion found himself fully hilted in his buddy’s bottom. Shivering in delight, Citi wasn’t quite as surprised as his friend.

As far as he was concerned, nothing quite hit the spot like the welcome feeling of having his hole filled. Though Nox wasn’t nearly as large as Vinyl, the warm sensation of an actual dick was far superior to a flimsy sex-toy. Clenching around the thick stallionhood, peering up at his friend’s face, he giggled.

The look on the thestral's face was absolutely priceless and there was only one word he could think of to describe it - smitten. With a silly little smile plastered on his muzzle, and his eyes blissfully closed, the stallion released a shuddering, contented sigh. The femcolt knew the expression all too well, having seen it on his Mistress’ face multiple times, although it only graced him when he was being plowed.

“Go ahead, Champ, don’t keep your new marefriend waiting,” Vinyl goaded, giving Nox a playful slap on the ass.

Just like that, with the slightest bit of prodding, the thestral started thrusting. There was next to no buildup, too enraptured by the situation to take his time, as he started rutting his companion. Too horny to care, or possibly having developed a fetish for emasculated and feminized stallions, he bucked his hips like a teenager on his first lay.

Leaning over her lover, watching his pucker hungrily swallow and constrict around the pistoning length, the dickmare grinned. “She might be a little well used, but there’s a trick to fix that,” she noted. Extending her arm, she roughly squeezed her mate’s diminutive package.

The jolt of pain caused Citi’s backdoor to seize, clamping down around Nox’s tool. His Mistress had adopted the sadistic tactic some time ago, and it never failed to catch him on the back-foot - that being said, he secretly loved it. Over time, under the dickmare’s care, his mentality had gradually shifted; it may have been an adaptive mechanism, or maybe she’d just cast a light on his inner hidden desires, but he’d become a glutton for punishment.

Moaning with each thrust, savagely twisting and pulling at his milk-covered teats, he endured the tumultuous storm of sensations - sure, the thestral was roughly half the size of his mate, but knowing he was being rutted by a lifelong friend added a sinful layer of depravity he hadn’t experienced before. With pre-cum oozing out of his cage, rhythmically relaxing and constricting his pucker, he allowed his perversion to take the reins.

“Just look at you two little faggots. If I didn’t know better, I’d mistake you for a pair of lovebirds - then again, since I’ve been spoiling him with this,” Vinyl grunted, smacking her bitch’s thigh with her monstrous cock, “I think you might need a little help getting him off…”

Citi’s heart skipped a beat, seeing the dickmare disappear from sight. Momentarily forgetting about the length buried in his rump, hoping his suspicions were correct, the door above his head opened. Craning his neck, seeing his lover’s face, he swooned. Situated as he was, with his tush hanging out one side, and his face just within the other, he was almost perfectly positioned for...

“Open wide, Slut,” she growled.

Resting his head back, he eagerly opened his mouth and awaited her. He’d never been lucky enough to serve two people at once, outside of his times with Octavia, and he was not about to pass up on the opportunity. As the girthy marecock slid into his maw, with his mate holding onto the door frame for support, he lavished her length with his tongue. Wasting no time, plunging into his throat, the amazoness joined the thestral in using him.

“This is so fucking hot,” Nox reverently whispered, grabbing the femcolt’s thighs.

“I know, right?” Vinyl responded, bucking into his snout. “If you really want to get her going, angle your thrusts upwards just a bit.”

With his lover’s fat, pendulous nuts slapping against his face, Citi savored every word of the conversation. It was hard to explain, but moments like these reminded him of what he’d become, who he was meant to be. Laying there, devoting himself to others’ carnal needs, this was his reason for being. His time with Vinyl had shown him his true calling, molding his mind and body to suit a purpose he didn’t know he had; he simply regretted not embracing his role sooner.

Lightly rocking back and forth between them, jostled by the force of their plunges, he did what he could to please them. Being spit-roasted in the back of a vehicle wasn’t exactly what he’d call ideal, giving him perilously little room to maneuver, but he managed all the same. With little else to do, his fingers clutched and pawed at his chest.

One of the crucial things he’d learned from his mate, and further hammered home from his tutelage with Octavia, was that one shouldn’t neglect theatrics. Even if one was being fucked silly, they could still entertain their partner - as such, he put himself to work. Milking his teats, he lewdly gagged and moaned around his the sublime length of mare-meat.

Nox apparently enjoyed the show, quickening his pace and fucking harder than ever. Heeding the dickmare’s advice, slightly adjusting the trajectory of his stallionhood, he pounded the femcolt’s tender p-spot with reckless abandon. Each plunge sent his medial ring over his busty buddy’s magic button, as he desperately sought to sate himself.

Though the thestral lacked technique, his feverish plowing was almost adorable. Citi had always assumed his friend was as straight as an arrow - at least, he’d never confessed to having thoughts of being with a guy - but that notion had gone straight out the window. His little clit was on full display, leaking and bouncing with every thrust, and served as a reminder that the stallion was screwing a guy - a buxom, curvaceous, and extraordinarily effeminate guy, but a guy nonetheless.

His palate was coated with the cloying flavor of sweat and pre-cum, while his pouting lips mopped his lover’s length. It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy getting his ass railed - far from it, in fact - yet he knew where his loyalties lie. Vinyl was the world to him, his reason for being, and she’d always take precedence. Choking on her cock, gradually shifting his focus to her, he reached up and caressed her thighs.

“There ya go,” Vinyl sighed, delving deeper into his gullet, “just like that.” Picking up the pace, she leaned forward and sank her fingers into her chaste mate’s bust. “Hey, fag,” she grunted, glancing up at the humping bat-pony, “keep going. Considering she can’t breathe, it probably won’t take her long to pop.”

Eager to see his emasculated companion cum hands free, or simply getting close himself, Nox’s thrusts grew frantic. The femcolt was quick to reciprocate, extending his legs and locking his heels around his friend’s wildly bucking hips; dickmare or not, he wasn’t about to let the thestral go wanting. His pucker skillfully milked and lovingly flexed around the plunging stallionhood.

Minutes dragged on, while he juggled his pair of paramours, until things inevitably drew to a head. In spite of Nox’s zeal, or possibly because of it, his endurance was found wanting. Going at full force, relinquishing what little self-control he had, he started to flare. Sensing the impending release, like the subservient sow that he was, the femcolt’s legs flexed and drew the stallion inward.

Had Citi’s muzzle been free, he would have enthusiastically begged for the thestral's cum, but that was simply impossible. With his airway completely cut off, being thoroughly swabbed by the behemoth marecock in his gullet, the most he could manage was a choked gag of affection. Feeling his friend’s throbbing length, embracing the taboo and scandal of being plowed by someone he’d known since childhood, he crept closer to his limit.

Undoubtedly seeing her plaything’s impending release, having learned to spot his various physical tells, Vinyl launched into a full assault. Angrily tugging on the femcolt’s nipples, as she ruthlessly fucked his face, she held nothing back. She knew just what her sycophantic lover was capable of enduring, so she pushed him to the breaking point - after all, testing him was the only way to see him improve.

Unable to breathe, feeling his lungs spasm and burn, Citi’s vision tunneled. The sheer intensity of throating his mate was often enough to get him off by itself, but being rutted by somebody elevated the experience to an unfathomable degree. Urgently humping up at the stallion, practically ravenous for the winged-stud’s essence, he contracted his stuffed hole for everything he was worth.

“F...Fuck!” Nox groaned, hilting within his companion.

Hot, syrupy seed flooding Citi’s interior would have been enough to push him past the brink, yet there was another factor which ultimately did him in. Unapologetically fucking his muzzle, with the tip of her length tickling his stomach, Vinyl erupted within him. The two-fold influx of spunk cast him sailing over the edge, sending watery, impotent spunk squirting from his cage.

“See that! Bitch even - Nnnph - squirts like a mare,” Vinyl mused, pumping her load into his gradually swelling belly.

Doing his level best to knock up the femcolt, Nox grunted triumphantly. Who could say if he’d ever indulged himself with breeding a male, even a pitiful excuse for one, but Citi liked to think it was his first time. His hips fitfully bucked and twitched, as the final shots of his foal-batter were deposited within his companion’s behind.

“Well that was fun,” the dickmare huffed, stepping back and unceremoniously hauling her softening length from his maw. “Have fun, Sweetheart?”

Coughing fitfully, swallowing down the residual cum, Citi nodded. Talking wasn’t the easiest thing to do after having his throat demolished by something as big as his arm, yet there was something he wanted - no, needed to say. Pushing himself up on one arm, wearily smiling down at his friend, he wiped the spunk from his lips.

“Thanks,” he croaked, gathering his courage to look the thestral in the eye. “I always did think you were cute.”

The admission was a bit perfidious, but that wasn’t important. He’d claimed the heterosexuality of someone he’d known for ages, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy every second of it. Put on the back foot, blushing and weakly smiling, the stallion awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“I...I think you’re pretty cute too,” Nox whispered.

“If you ever want to wind up like your friend, give me a call,” Vinyl chuckled, flopping her cock onto her lover’s face. As the obedient sow locked and suckled her clean, she fished into her shorts, pulled out a card, and flicked it over to their guest. “Just so you know, if you want to pay us a visit, you’re gonna have to suck me off before you get any more action from my bitch.”

Retrieving the slip of paper, staring down at the number, the thestral nodded. “I’ll...I’ll bear that in mind,” he murmured. Slipping the paper into his pocket, swiftly stuffing his softening cock into his pants, he zipped his fly and secured his belt. “I’ve - uh - gotta go. I’ll see you later, Citi, and it was a pleasure meeting you, Vinyl.”

“Toodles, Stud,” the dickmare cheerfully replied, watching him turn and hastily trot away. Peering down at her cum-drunk mate, grinning from ear to ear, she cocked a brow. “You think he’ll call?”

“I...I really don’t know,” Citi meekly responded, genuinely unsure of if his friend would be brave or foolish enough to take up the offer. “Maybe?”

“Well if he does, don’t be mad if I give him the same treatment as you. Can’t have too many sluts fighting over this dick,” she laughed, smearing his face with saliva and spunk, “and I’m pretty sure you’d like a little competition.”

The femcolt’s blissful euphoria wavered, as the implications of her statement sank in. Covetously hugging her hips, he buried his face in her hefty nuts. Be damned if the thought of sharing her with anyone was a welcome one, especially if it was his friend, so his mindset shifted in an instant. If never seeing his buddy meant he’d have his lover all to himself, he was totally fine with that.

“Finish up quick, we still gotta get that shit you need,” Vinyl tutted, playfully grabbing one of his tits. “Once we’re done with the shopping, maybe I can get some lunch - you know, since you already got your meal…”