A Treat That's Just So Sweet
Hitch mumbled to himself, sorting through an array of plans on his desk. The sheriff’s office was quiet for the most part, with Sparky spending the weekend at Grandma Figgy’s home, but the rustling of papers still rang through Hitch’s ears. He furiously inspected each noted paper, making sure every single little thing was just right.
Nightmare Night in Maretime Bay was always an active event, but with all ponies reunited, it was now a major event. He had set up an abundance of events, but something was prodding the back of his mind still. He had quintuple-checked everything, made sure all was in order, and had proven so—but his anxiety would never relent.
“Ahem.”
“Gah!” Hitch shot up in his seat, sending papers flying in all directions. Wide-eyed, he glanced up to see whoever it was that made their presence known, spotting a familiar white pegasus. “Ugh, Zipp! I’ve told you not to scare me like that!”
Zipp rolled her eyes. “C’mon, Hitch. It’s Nightmare Night! You promised to join Pipp and I for some trick or treating, and then you promised Sunny you’d help us set up her haunted house.” She tapped a hoof against his desk, raising a brow. “I was standing here for five whole minutes! I watched you go over those plans three times over! Ponies are loving the events you planned! You did your job, so why don’t you just kick back a bit and have some fun?”
Hitch paused, staring into Zipp’s determined eyes. The sincerity they held spoke volumes to him, calming his worries. Though, he continued to look into them, inspecting every aspect of her for a brief moment. Her pleasant smile, sparkling gaze, adorable mane, and more—her visage was an enthralling one. He had admired her since the day he met her, and to this day he struggled to fathom how such a beautiful mare wasn’t taken, a part of him wishing he could be the one to fix that. However, he’d never want to risk their friendship by making things awkward, so unless she made the first move at any point, he was mostly complacent with just being friends.
Quickly snapping himself out of his fawning before Zipp could become suspicious, Hitch cleared his throat. “Well…you do have a point.” He pursed his lip, eyeing Zipp. “But where’s your costume? And for that matter, where's Pipp? We can’t fulfill my promise if we aren’t dressed for the occasion, and we definitely can’t without Pipp.”
The two wheeled their attention to the sheriff’s office’s door, watching as it burst open and a petite, pink pegasus made her way hastily inside. Kicking it shut behind her, Pipp let out an exasperated sigh, taking a moment to gather herself.
“Speak of the pony~” Zipp teased, nudging Hitch playfully.
Hitch side-eyed the mare, rolling his eyes and chuckling. Turning his focus to Pipp, he raised a question. “Uh, Pipp? You alright?”
“Yeah…yeah…” Pipp grumbled, quickly fixing her mane. Ruffling her feathers, she stood up tall, huffing in frustration. “It’s just that a lot of my Pippsqueaks are really interested in what I’m going to be for Nightmare Night. The amount of photos and questions, even questions about the photos I just took, that I had to deal with just getting from the Brighthouse to here was insane!”
“Oh the horror!” Zipp mocked, grabbing her own cheeks and pulling them down a bit. “Being swarmed by compliments! Too much adoration! Too much love! Truly a travesty!”
Pipp frowned, trotting over towards her sister and Hitch. “Haha…very funny, Zipp.” She placed a hoof on Hitch’s desk, eyeing the abundance of papers strewn about. “So, you were doing the usual overthinking overanalyzing thing again, right?”
A blush spread across Hitch’s muzzle. “I-I was not!”
“He absolutely was,” Zipp quickly retorted.
Pipp smirked over at the stallion, waggling her eyebrows at him. “Ya can’t lie to us Hitch ~ We’re some of your best friends after all!”
Just like he had with Zipp before, Hitch struggled to respond, his gaze stuck on the princess before him. Her eyes, her smile, those slightly chubby cheeks, and so much more all combined to create an incredible lovely mare. She truly did deserve the title of a princess, just like Zipp, and he could absolutely understand why she was so adored and beloved by so many. Her quirks were charming, and her appearance was to absolutely die for. Her eyes twinkled in the dim light of the office, highlighting her charming gaze all the more. She and her sister were both truly gorgeous, and just like Zipp, Hitch struggled to understand how Pipp wasn’t taken.
“Uh, Hitch? You there buddy?” Pipp grumbled, waving her hoof before his eyes.
Hitch recoiled, shaking his head before awkwardly forcing a smile. “O-oh! Sorry, just spaced out there.”
“You did that with me too,” Zipp noted, eyeing him curiously. “Something got you distracted, sheriff?~”
Waving his hooves before him innocently, Hitch attempted to dismiss her pressing statement. “Nope! Just…been worrying too much, that’s all. I guess you’re both right.”
“Exactly!” Pipp chirped. “So why don’t you kick back and have some fun? C’mon! We gotta put on our costumes!”
Hitch gulped, a realization dawning upon him. He had spent so much time scrambling to ensure everything was going smoothly ten times over that he had entirely forgotten to get a proper costume. Gulping, he looked between the two sisters. “You two can put yours on first! I’ll - er - show mine off last!”
Zipp shrugged. “If you say so...”
“I got them both right here!” Pipp cheered, pulling out two plastic bags from under her wing. “I had the guards go find the best tailor for us! They told me we’d look so good in these!” She raised the bags further, puffing her chest out proudly. “So, voila! These babies are custom made by Zephyr Height’s best tailor, just for you and I!”
Zipp paused, inspecting the logo on the bag carefully. “Uh…Pipp? You do know what that tailor specializes in, right?”
“Huh?” Pipp blurted out, glancing at the logo on the bag. A subtle shade of pink spread across her muzzle, as she looked back up at Zipp. “W-wait?! They went there?!” She nervously shuffled in place, her wings fidgeting at her sides. “W-well, I’m sure these are an exception to that stallion’s - ahem - usual pieces…”
Hitch threw the two a curious look, eyeing the logo and not recognizing it. “Uh, am I missing something?”
“Well, you see, Hitch. The pony who made these usually - mmph?!”
Pipp found a hoof covering her mouth, and Zipp silenced her swiftly. Glancing back, drinking in Hitch’s confused look, she slowly turned her gaze towards the costumes in the bags. A mischievous, sultry look spread across the pegasus’ muzzle, and a twinkle of desire sparkled in her eye, as she turned her attention towards Pipp.
“I’m sure you’re right, Pipp ~ No need to explain it to him!” She snatched her costume from her sister’s grasp, giggling as she tried to figure out what it was through the plastic container. “Why don’t we try these on and let him see everything about them?”
Pipp looked wholly confused, eyeing her costume with both worry and anticipation alike. “Uh...okay. Guess we can try these on now!”
Hitch sat in his seat, his heart skipping a beat as the two sisters turned around. As they moved, they presented him with what was arguably the best show in all of Equestria. Two thick, plump rumps met his gaze, immediately sending a rush of blood to his groin. Pipp’s flanks were a touch thicker, but barely so, and even then the two of them had some of the absolute fattest asses in Equestria. He squirmed in place, trying to contain the intense surge of lust he felt as he eyed those asscheeks of theirs, his mind immediately racing into thoughts of railing the two of them, knocking them up, and so much more.
He managed to pry his eyes off their flanks, if only just, whistling to himself as he desperately focused on the dull lights illuminating the office. His mind begged him to drink in Zipp and Pipp’s fat asses further, but he already had a hunch that if he did he’d hastily lose all his composure. Genuinely fighting to not throw his attention back down, he heard a few grumbles from the two princesses, assumingly from them having some trouble slipping on their getups. Tapping his hoof impatiently against his desk, only able to occupy his mind with a flickering light for so long, he let out a sigh of relief as Zipp spoke up.
“Alright ~ Why don’t you take a look?”
He finally gave himself the chance to look back down, only to find his heart skipping a beat a second time. There wasn’t a set of thick rumps meeting him this time, but there was still an incredibly arousing sight. With the two princesses facing him, Hitch was able to finally see the costumes they adorned.
Zipp was dressed up as what looked to be a vampire. Sporting an adorable cloak, incredibly lewd leggings, purple eyeliner, and a shining white pair of sharp teeth, her costume made him gulp. The eyeliner she wore made her eyes sparkle even more, while also adding a near constant, sultry aura to her gaze. The leggings went right up her legs, and as he glanced towards her rear, he could tell the ones for her hind legs stopped just under her asscheeks. The cloak brought the ensemble together, but the best, and worst part for his libido, was the fangs she wore. They added a predatorial charm to her, giving her an aura of intimidation and mischief—something Hitch was quickly realizing sent him for a whirl. He felt his cock throb as he watched Zipp slowly drag her tongue over one of her fangs, scrambling in his seat to try and calm his quickly hardening shaft. It was far from the usual vampire costume mares wore, with this one surely being intentionally slutty, hell, it looked like it was partially lingerie with how the leggings looked.
“Heh, the fangs are a nice touch, aren’t they?~” Zipp cooed, waggling an eyebrow at him.
Hitch nodded, sweat running down his forehead. “Y-yup! The entire outfit is great!”
“Okay! How about mine?”
Hitch turned his attention towards Pipp, once again finding his thoughts getting derailed. She seemed to be dressed up as a wizard or warlock of sorts, and just like Zipp’s, her outfit screamed scandalous. Dark purple eyeliner highlighted her eyes in similar fashion to Zipp’s, and she had a similar pair of leggings, though this time they were purple. Her tail wasn’t too visible, seemingly tucked under the short, yet effective, cloak her own getup had, leaving Hitch to realize that her rear was entirely exposed—if he was lucky enough to get a look at it. A small wizard hat topped her head, and she also seemed to have thrown on a bit of pink lipstick. Just like the vampire costume, the wizard getup Pipp had had to be an intentionally slutty one, unless whoever made it was utterly oblivious to what they were doing.
Stumbling over his words, Hitch gave Pipp his best response. “W-wow! It looks…s-super nice! Both of them!”
“Heh, thanks,” Zipp replied, shooting Pipp a wink. “Guess Pipp did make sure we got the best kind of costumes!”
Pipp looked over herself, her confused grimace replaced with a confident look. “Yeah! This’ll have everypony’s eyes on us!”
“I know…” Hitch murmured.
“What was that?” Zipp asked, her ear twitching curiously.
Hitch breathed in sharply between his teeth as he scooted his seat back. “N-nothing! Just mumbling nonsense!”
“Uh-huh…” Pipp followed, shrugging his reply off. “Well then, Mr. Sheriff, why don’t you show us your costume!”
Hitch sighed, looking up at the two hesitantly. “Truth be told,” he pinned his sheriff badge to the strap around his chest, forcing a smile. He cautiously rose up, shifting his legs in a manner to conceal anything that could be possibly visible below him, and trotted out from behind his desk, “this is the best I’ve got…”
“Uncreative,” Zipp teased, eyeing him up and down. A smirk split her countenance as she drank in his form, her wings ruffling excitedly at her sides. “But it still looks great~”
Pipp parroted her sister, eyeing Hitch’s body up and down, tapping her hoof against the floor nervously as she did. “Yeah…really great…” A light hue of red seeped into her muzzle, as she shook her head and huffed hot air from her nostrils. “B-but still super unoriginal!”
Their reaction was both parts expected and unexpected to Hitch, as he tried to piece together their response. He was completely lost as to why they were eyeing him up so closely, seemingly observing every inch of his body incredibly closely, and even more confused by Zipp’s devious smirk and Pipp’s flustered countenance. It was what he wore basically every day, with nothing new to it, but the two princesses seemed to be rather fond of it, barring their remarks on his lack of creativity.
“Yeah, yeah, I know it’s uncreative.” He tapped the papers on his desk, frowning. “I just got so caught up in making sure all the events were perfect that I kinda…sorta…forgot my own costume.”
Zipp rolled her eyes, shooting him a playful wink. “Like we said, you - er - it looks great! So stop beating yourself up and let’s go get some candy!”
“You know,” Pipp chimed in, nudging her sister’s shoulder. “A week ago you were complaining about us being too old for this, but once Hitch promised he’d join us you switched your attitude real -”
Pipp was once again silenced by Zipp’s hoof, earning a glare from her older sister. “Anyways, let’s get going!”
Hitch trotted towards the office’s front door, pulled it open, and gestured a foreleg before him, offering the two to waltz out. He had figured it was courtesy, but soon found his action to be a horrible misplay on his part. Watching the two sisters walk past him and out of the room, he instinctively found his eyes snapping down to their rumps. As he had theorized when he first saw their outfits, the costumes they both wore somehow made the view even hotter than before. Both their leggings cupped the underside of their flanks, and the outfits themselves curved around them too, only making the view provided all the more appealing..
Pipp’s tail was tucked under her costume’s getup, giving Hitch an easy, clear glimpse at her nethers. Her ponut glistened subtly with sweat, her marehood looked tighter than he could ever possibly dream, and the sight alone made his cock nearly reach full mast in an instant. Nervously shifting to the side, he glanced between Zipp’s buns, soon finding his length going entirely solid as he gazed upon her. By sheer luck, he managed to ogle Zipp as her tail had been flagged, giving him a clear as day look at her pussy and asshole as well. Like Pipp, her ponut looked tantalizing as could be, but what nearly sent him over the edge was her snatch. There was a line of her essence drooling from her lower lips, and beyond his wildest dreams, he watched as it winked right before his eyes.
He couldn’t even fathom what he had just witnessed. From Pipp’s lucious flanks, to Zipp’s own, and that wink he had witnessed—it seemed like he had been thrust into a living fantasy. Hitch found himself nearly drooling as they swayed their hips and trotted ahead of him onto the streets of Maretime Bay, prompting him to smack himself in the face.
C’mon Hitch! Ya gotta control yourself!
Scampering out of the sheriff’s office, carefully locking the door behind him, he wheeled on his heels and began to trot behind the two. Though he had just snapped himself from a near entranced state, he was thrown into yet another as he followed closely behind Zipp and Pipp. Each step the two took made their flanks bounce, jiggling in tune with the movement they made. Even if Pipp's flank seemed fatter, as much as he loved to continue looking at it, Zipp's own seemed to compete. It was like a metronome, a substantial, swaying one, with Zipp's rump bouncing as she stepped, and right after, Pipp's doing the same, the two moving as if they had conspired to tease him.
“Whoops!”
“S-sorry!”
The two princesses blurted out, having accidentally bumped into another pony as they were chatting with each other. The slight crash hadn’t caused too much harm, but it had made them drop their currently empty candy baskets. As they gracefully stooped to retrieve their belongings, Hitch's gaze was already fixated on their figures, witnessing the subtle jiggle in response to the bump. The two pegasi bid the stallion a goodbye and a second apology each, then rolled their eyes and picked up their belongings.
Another element joined the fray now, as Hitch managed to somehow strip his attention off their bouncing asscheeks and delectable bits. With their legs spread apart, swaying for him to see in all their glory were the two’s hefty tits. It seemed their costumes certainly had sexual intention behind them, as they each were wearing a bra of sorts to cover up their melon-sized baggage. Zipp’s outfit seemed to have come up a black, lacey one, somehow making her bosoms look even hotter than if she hadn’t had anything on. Pipp on the other hoof, seemed to have purple nipple covers on her own rack. Her fat tits were shown for the most part, with the best part of them hidden away by the costume she had on, yet, again, just like Zipp, her wearing them somehow made her bosoms look even more alluring than Hitch could’ve ever imagined.
Regretfully, Hitch was already beginning to feel himself falter. Ogling their flanks was one thing, watching said flanks bounce was another, gawking at their pussies and ponuts was glorious, and now their swinging tits, covered in lace material, was nearly undoing him at a psychological level. He prided himself on being normally level headed, but most stallions would’ve gone into a primal breeding state from just their asses alone. It was already taking an unfathomable volume of willpower from the stud to not turn tail and run to escape the teasing hell he had stepped into, but he had made a promise to spend the night with the two—and he was not going to break his word.
Thankfully for him, the two princesses stood back up, chuckling at their fumble before glancing back at him. Hitch breathed a sigh of relief, knowing his virile urges were only left to deal with the two’s bouncing derrieres, yet he still worried that was going to be too much for his withering resilience to endure.
“Uh, you alright, Hitch?” Pipp asked, gaining his attention. “You’ve been acting off all night, and you haven’t said a word to us so far. You’re not upset, right?”
Hitch crossed his legs, making sure to obscure his stallionhood to his best ability as their focus was now on him. “Nah…n-not upset at all! Just…got something on my mind?”
“Something big?~” Zipp remarked, throwing him a lecherous look. “Hopefully you can fix whatever is bugging you by tonight! Come on, we’ve got candy to gather!”
Hitch kept following along with the two, thrusting himself into a near constant amorously tortuous ordeal as they moved from house to house. Whenever he could, he kept his gaze focused on their rumps, slipping a glance at their teats whenever they stopped at a door or bent down to grab something. It was getting harder and harder, as the costumes they were wearing began to work up a bit of a sweat, making their asscheeks and goods both shimmer lightly. He found himself even occasionally drifting his muzzle closer to their rumps whenever they weren’t paying close attention, savoring their amorous aroma and shivering with delight each time. Bit by bit, he was being worn down, finding himself nearly going insane with lust. If a stallion could have heat as intense as a mare’s, then this was exactly what he felt he was facing.
Each house they moved to felt like an entire endeavor for Hitch, wholly forgetting to gather his own candy at some homes. He could've sworn that with each visited house, their asses grew more and more tempting. The thoughts and ideas running through his mind were sending him for a frenzy, nonstop ideas of pinning Zipp down and pumping her full of foals, or lifting Pipp up with ease and screwing her senseless until she was a quivering mess. His balls ached, his cock undeniably as hard as it could get, he hoped that he was the only one that could hear it faintly slapping against his belly. Even walking was a chore with how hard he constantly felt, no thanks to his persistent view. It was as if he was waltzing through a sea of endless desire—still, he was managing, if only just.
It felt like a small eternity in of itself, but Zipp and Pipp finally seemed satisfied with their trick-or-treating. Smiling giddily at the loot they had managed to pillage from the lovely inhabitants of Maretime Bay, their baskets filled to the absolute brim with candy and more, the trio set their baskets down on a nearby bench.
“Sheesh! I wasn’t expecting that much candy!” Pipp chirped, rustling through her baskets. “Ooooh! I even got some of those fancy, throwback Sugarcube Corner chocolate bars mom used to give us as kids!”
Zipp looked unamused, poking the contents of her own basket. “Oh yeah, that is pretty neat.” She turned her attention towards Hitch, cocking a brow. “But my main concern is Hitchy over here getting barely any candy.”
Hitch glanced over at his basket, realizing it wasn’t even half full. He had thought he’d gathered more, but thanks to two, big, sweaty, tempting distractions, he must’ve had a lapse in judgment. “Well…you know, don’t wanna let too many ponies know their big, brave sheriff is trick-o-treating!”
“Brave…I dunno,” Zipp taunted, sticking her tongue out at him playfully. Her eyes shifted to a half-lidded expression, as she licked her lips. “Big? For sure~”
“Wait, what?” Hitch blurted, unsure of what to make of what she just said.
Zipp recoiled, blinking wildly and finally dropping her smug attitude as a crimson hue spread itself into her cheeks. “N-nothing!”
“Well, I for one think that’s a silly reason, Hitch,” Pipp joined, placing a hoof on Hitch’s chest. “I’m a celebrity, and I still know how to have fun! Nopony will look down on you for cutting back a bit!”
Hitch sighed, giving in to the point Pipp had brought up. “I guess you’re right.” He spotted a nearby street clock, squinting as he checked the time. “But either way, it’s too late now. We have to go help set up the haunted house.”
Zipp and Pipp both pouted, but upon eyeing the clock themselves, they both surrendered their point.
“Fine, but I’m bugging you for this more later,” Zipp shot back at him, turning toward the path that led to the Brighthouse.
Pipp was quick to follow behind her sister, happily humming to herself as the group began to trot towards the towering lighthouse in the distance. Even with the brief break from their rumps, Hitch had gotten right back to it, genuinely confused as to how and why he was this turned on by the two. Sure he had ogled their rumps before, heck, he had done the same with Misty, Sunny, and Izzy too, but right now he was craving these two mares more than anything he had ever before. Still, as he shadowed the two royal mares, his mind began treading into the territory of his other friends. Misty wearing something just as salacious to perfectly show off her adorable, and painfully sexy, freckled rump, Sunny throwing on a slutty ensemble to really let her thick flanks pop, or Izzy putting on anything to flaunt that massive flank of hers—it all sounded so tempting.
He had lusted for all his roommates many times in the past, but it seemed Zipp and Pipp were unlocking something deep within the stallion. Now his mind was treading further beyond just the two pegasi, with an array of vivid images funneling through his mind at a constant rate. Still, even with the occasional saucy scene with Misty, Izzy, or Sunny running through his mind, the majority of his thoughts still dwelled on the two pegasi he was with. He wasn’t one to play favorites, but if he had to choose, he’d be hard pressed to put anypony else over these two sisters.
The walk to the Brighthouse wasn’t too long, at least in theory, but again with the amorous agony Hitch was enduring it felt akin to surmounting a towering mountain. Still, they had reached the Brighthouse, only to be greeted by the remainder of their friends lurking about outside of it. The presence of his other three friends caused a surge of thoughts regarding them to run through Hitch’s mind, but he scraped together the composure to not show the heat of the situation.
“There you guys are!” Izzy chirped, bouncing over to the three of them. “We were wondering when you’d show up?”
Hitch gnawed his lip, anxiety coming over him. “Oh jeez, we’re not late, are we?”
“Nah, you’re actually a bit early,” Sunny chimed in, trotting towards them as well. “Izzy is just a bit too eager to get her unicycling on.”
Zipp snickered. “I still don’t get the name you gave your craft work, Izzy.”
“I guess it’s better than saying reusing trash?” Misty followed, now with the rest of the group. “And it is pretty cute, to be honest!”
“I’m on team cute,” Pipp joined, pursing her lip. “So, uh, why are you all out here?”
“Oh!” Sunny gestured back towards the Brighthouse. “We have most of the supplies we need for the attractions, but Izzy wants to go make a quick supply run for some final knick-knacks she’s insisting on.”
Izzy nudged Sunny playfully, giggling. “Not insisting, more…uh…pushing?”
“Izzy, that's literally what insisting means.”
The group chuckled at Izzy’s blatant attempt to lessen the weight of her dedication to her craft, before all eyeing the Brighthouse.
“Do you want us to help you grab them?” Hitch asked.
Misty shook her head. “Nah, I think we’ve got it handled for the most part. It shouldn’t take more than an hour or so?”
“You could set up some stuff inside in the meantime!” Izzy furthered, bouncing in place. “We haven’t gotten to actually using what we grabbed cause I’ve been too into planning!”
“Sounds like somepony is similar to the local sheriff in that way…” Zipp grumbled, earning a snicker from Pipp.
Sunny eyed Hitch, inspecting the stallion up and down. She paused as she looked down, focusing her gaze below him for a few seconds, before a devilish smile spread across her muzzle. “You alright, Hitch?~” She glanced over at Zipp and Pipp, chuckling quietly before refocusing on him. “Something been distracting you?”
“W-what?! Nope!” Hitch exclaimed, his mind too warped by lust in the presence of all five mares for him to reply confidently.
“Huh? What’s wrong with Hitch?” Izzy raised a brow, glancing over Hitch herself, following the same sequence Sunny had moments prior. “Oh…ooooooh~”
Pipp scrunched her muzzle, not following what was going on at all. “Huh? Am I missing something?”
Misty mimicked Sunny and Izzy’s actions, scanning over Hitch. A noticeable blush emerged in her cheeks, as she gulped. “D-don’t worry a-about it, Pipp! It’s s-something big - uhm - n-not that big!”
“Nuh-uh, you’re all noticing something I’m not!” Pipp harrumphed, stamping a hoof. Looking over at Hitch, lasering her focus onto his face, she frowned. “He seems fine to me!”
Zipp facehoofed, wrapping a wing around her smaller sister. “I’ll explain to you inside.” She rolled her eyes. “Though I don’t know how you of all ponies could be this oblivious to it…”
“Hey!” Pipp squawked.
“Can somepony please tell me what’s going on?!” Hitch begged, shuffling in place as each of his friend’s eyed him, most of their attention focused more downwards.
Sunny shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about it, Hitch.” She shot a wink at Zipp, starting to trot ahead. “We may take a little longer gathering supplies. You know, to give you three ample time to…set up~”
Zipp gave Sunny a sultry look, returning her wink. “If it goes well, maybe you all can help ‘set up’ the rest of the haunted house with us~”
“I am so confused…” Hitch grumbled.
Pipp sighed beside him, pursing her lip. “Ditto.”
Izzy cantered past Hitch, mischievously snickering to herself. “Don’t worry about it, Hitch!” She paused, leaning towards him and whispering into his ear. “But between you and I, you are not even close to being even medium sneaky…”
“W-what does that mean?” Hitch asked.
“I’m sure you’ll find out soon!” Izzy chirped, bouncing past Hitch.
Finally, Misty waltzed her way past him, nervously averting her gaze from his own. “W-we’re going to be back later! J-just d-don’t make too much of a mess?”
Hitch furrowed his brow, trying to wrap his head around what exactly was going on. The way his friends were speaking, their behavior, and especially Zipp were all throwing him into a hurricane of thought. Lust mixed with logic, as he attempted to piece together the puzzle presented before him.
“Gosh you’re somehow more oblivious than Pipp with this…” Zipp muttered under her breath. “And you’re a detective too…”
He had heard her, but chose not to comment on it. Glancing behind himself, he made a curious and ultimately undoing mistake. All he was met with were three plump flanks, all bouncing in perfect unison as Sunny, Izzy, and Misty took their leave. The sight was nearly the hay that broke the camel’s back, as Hitch found himself gawking at what was before him. Sunny's fat flanks rippled as she took emphasized steps, Izzy’s wobbling rump basically clapped as she bounced down the path, and Misty’s freckled asscheeks gave even Pipp and Zipp a run for their money. Though, that wasn’t the best part of it all, as Hitch saw a clear line of lust drooling from each of their snatches. Between the three’s plump cheeks, he was able to see their marehoods winking wantonly, making his cock pulse each time.
Slowly, Hitch began to form a semblance of an idea of what was going on. He had been so distracted, so enthralled in the copious volumes of delectable rumps around him, that he had fully forgotten to attempt to conceal himself. Freezing, feeling his cock throbbing intensely, he felt his heart stop. Scrambling to cover himself, wishing desperately that he had the wrong hunch, he let his mind run.
Maybe they’re all in heat? Surely that’s it! They’ve never hit on me in the past…so…yeah…it’s just heat! That’s all! You didn’t flaunt Hitch Junior by accident, Hitch! Relaaax! Plus, if that was the case, Pipp would know too! Right? Right!
Be it stubbornness or blissful ignorance, Hitch simply refused to believe he was the cause of everything happening right now. Eager to move away from his concern, he stammered. “S-so, shouldn’t we get on inside?” He shuffled awkwardly towards the Brighthouse. “We don’t wanna slow things down too much!”
Pipp watched the stallion trot away, her confusion furthering by the awkward way he was walking. “Okay seriously, Zipp, what is going on?”
“Really? Like, are you being serious?” Zipp grumbled, side-eyeing her. “Have you not been paying attention to him at all?”
“I mean, earlier in the office, yeah! But when we were trick-o-treating I was too busy dealing with pictures and stuff to notice!” She ruffled her feathers. “Plus, I’m usually focused on how I look, Hitch gets my attention a bit more often just cause he’s so h-”
Zipp smirked, watching her sister cover her mouth to cut herself off. “Heh, and you were trying to tease me earlier?” She snickered, starting to trot ahead. “For somepony with a thing for Hitch, you sure don’t notice his biggest feature.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Pipp bemoaned, hastily trotting beside her sister. “Whatever it is, I should’ve noticed already!”
“Pipp,” Zipp sighed, pressing open the Brighthouse’s door. “Our costumes, how he’s been, how our friends reacted—you really can’t tell? You of all ponies should know!”
“But I don’t, Zipp!”
“Just…follow me inside. Let’s get to some work and I’m sure you’ll catch on.”
Roaming about inside, Hitch was frantically sorting through the various decorations Izzy had prepared. Anything to get his mind off of the lewd thoughts assailing him was of dire need, and he prayed to the stars above that doing some actual work could pull his mind away from debaucherous desire. Typically, he was just anxious to make sure to make deadlines and ensure all things would go smoothly, but for once he was simply trying to focus on anything but fat flanks, plump tits, or winking pussies—which wasn’t exactly going smoothly.
“There you are, Hitch!” Zipp called out, slamming her hooves onto the Brighthouse’s dining room table. “So, ready to start setting things up?”
“Gah!” Hitch nearly jumped from his seat, gasping as Zipp had suddenly appeared before him. “You scared me!”
Pipp trotted in behind the other pegasus, raising a brow at the stallion. “Scared before anything actually scary happens? You should work on this whole ‘brave stallion’ schtick of yours.”
Hitch made to respond, but paused as he caught Pipp eyeing him up curiously. She had done so before, but now she was doing so intensely, seemingly desperate to figure something out. He hadn’t a clue what Zipp and her had discussed while they were still outside, but her seemingly clueless nature did alleviate his concern about his arousal being found out a tad. Clearing his throat, he laid out an assortment of decorations before him.
“So, Izzy wrote down that these bat cutouts should go on the kitchen wall over there.” He motioned towards the nearby kitchen, before laying out more decorations. “Streamers go over the stairs, cobwebs should be strewn about the entire place, the skeletons need to be by the door, and…well, there’s a lot to be honest.”
Zipp seemed uninterested in his instructions, focusing more on him than anything else. “Huh…sounds interesting. What do you want to start with?~”
“Me?” Hitch asked, pointing at himself. “Well, I guess we could do the cobwebs. Those may take a while.”
A smile that reeked of nothing other than mischief spread itself across Zipp’s muzzle, as she licked her lips. “Oh yeah, I’ve got a great idea for the cobwebs.” She tapped her chin with a hoof, eyeing the streamers on the table. “But, actually, I think Pipp and I should hang up those streamers first! Just to get them out of the way.”
“That can work, yeah,” Hitch replied, glancing over at Pipp. “That sound fine to you?”
Pipp had been busy studying his face closely, still seeming like she was desperately searching for some kind of answer. “H-huh? Oh, uh, sure. I don’t mind.”
Hitch raised a brow, his worries from earlier slowly fading, yet his perverted ones remained. Scooping up some of the streamers from the table, he awkwardly shuffled out of his seat, making his way towards the main landing of the Brighthouse.
“Alright, I’ll hand you two these as you work,” he explained, raising one set of streamers in his hoof. “Shouldn’t take too long.”
Zipp flapped her wings, taking off into the air. Grabbing one of the streamers, she glided towards one of the ends of the Brighthouse, carefully pinning in one of the ends. As he watched her fly above him, Hitch had an even better view of her ample bosoms, but he couldn’t dwell on the sight for too long. Turning around, he presented Pipp with a streamer of her own, watching as she hesitated before grabbing it. Eyeing him suspiciously, she eventually scooped it out of his grasp, floating higher into the Brighthouse to properly set the decoration up. Same as Zipp, he drank in her fat tits, licking his lips from his perfect view. Prying his eyes off of her rump, he turned around, only to be met with a face full of white.
“Whoops!~” Zipp dramatically exclaimed, flying backwards straight into Hitch’s face.
The two stumbled from the collision, causing Hitch to fall flat on his back as Zipp followed right behind. Hitting the ground with a firm thud, he soon found himself facing another impact, as Zipp’s ass slammed right down onto his muzzle. His vision was clouded with white, her thick asscheeks covering his entire face, and he couldn’t help but gasp. Her scent was euphoric, a sweet, vanilla blend that sent his sinuses alight with life. Smothered under the ass of a mare as hot as her was something straight out of a dream, and though he should’ve tried to nudge her off of him, Hitch found himself savoring the moment.
Above him, Zipp smirked, fending off an intense crimson hue that dared to enter her cheeks. Smothering Hitch under her rump was a bold move, but as she guided her eyes forward, she saw her efforts had bore amazing results. Standing tall, hard, and ready, Hitch’s cock throbbed intensely, precum dribbling at its tip. She shuddered with excitement, licking her fangs as she eyed the massive pillar Hitch had.
Pipp pinned in one end of her streamer, grumbling to herself as she turned around and began to fly back towards the center of the Brighthouse. She froze immediately, seeing the sight of Zipp quite literally sitting on Hitch’s face right away, and before long, her eyes slowly treaded towards his groin. She saw his stallionhood, rock hard and ready to go, and from the smug look Zipp was throwing her, she finally pieced together what was going on.
Like her sister, a salacious look spread across her muzzle, fully understanding the situation, and more so, the potentials of it. Slowly flapping her wings, guiding herself down towards the two, she signaled for Zipp to move.
Zipp caught on to her sister’s message with ease, reluctantly raising her rump off Hitch. “W-woah! Sorry, Hitch! Didn’t see you there!”
Watching as she lifted her fat flank off of him, Hitch was in a daze. He had dove into the depths of heaven itself, his muzzle was smothered in Zipp’s marish juices and sweat, and he was nearly hypnotized by the sheer allure of it all. Snapping back to reality as fast as he could, he shakily stood up. Indulgently, he licked his lips, savoring the vanilla taste Zipp provided, before doing his utmost to brush himself off.
“Y-you’re fine, Zipp! A-accidents happen!”
Surely it was a coincidence, at least in Hitch’s mind, but he surely wasn’t upset with it. Though the literal facesitting he had just gotten had lit his lustful needs anew, he was too lost in his daze to focus on it. Taking a moment to take a deep breath, finding Zipp’s astounded scent still flowing through his nose, he slowly turned around.
“Hey, Pipp! How’s your end goi - gah!”
“Woah!”
This time around, he didn’t find himself with a faceful of white bliss, but rather he found himself met with a set of pink melons. Pipp crashed straight into him, repeating the same scenario as before, as he fell back, her tits covering his face as she followed with him. Once again, he found himself at the gates of nirvana, underneath two hefty mounds of sheer, sexy bliss. Her tits caressed his muzzle, letting his lips rest right between the two bosoms Pipp had on her. Just like before, he was able to take in her natural scent further, finding a sweet, strawberry smell mixing in wondrously with Zipp’s own vanilla one.
“Oh heck! S-sorry, Hitch!” Pipp exclaimed, her voice sounding forced. “I didn’t expect you to turn around so suddenly!”
She slowly rose off Hitch, leaving him laying on the ground once again. He was completely thrown into the seas of lust, having had arguably the sexiest ass and tits in all of Equestria smothering him in short order. His resilience was dwindling at a rapid pace, lust eclipsing his logic by a noticeable margin now. Barely able to find reason outside of the unending desire to breed, he struggled to stand back up, hopelessly trying to conceal his erection once again.
“I-it’s f-fine,” he groused, voice shaking. “Just…w-watch where you’re going next time…”
It was nearly impossible to control himself at this point, and with what just happened, he was starting to realize that maybe everything that had happened tonight wasn’t just a coincidence. Zipp’s teasing, the slutty outfits, the rest of their group’s drooling cunts—it was all too much to just put up to chance. Something was afoot, and even though he wanted to call out the situation then and there, he didn’t want to take the risk. Perhaps it was his lust guiding him rather than oblivious reason, but he still was fairly sure the amorous antics thus far were no longer unintentional.
“Here, let us put up those last few streamers, and then we can move on to something else,” Zipp stated, patting Hitch on the end. “Why don’t you rest that head of yours for a sec? That fall seemed like it hurt~”
The teasing tone she had was now noticeable to Hitch, as he cocked an eyebrow at her. How had he not noticed it before? Her behavior reeked of the usual mischief she unfolded around him, but now there were clear hints of lust beneath it all. Glancing over at Pipp, noticing a similar conniving look on her countenance, his assumption only began to grow at an exponential rate.
He nodded his head, slowly trotting over towards a nearby seat. Taking a moment, he flopped down into it, needing some time to gather his thoughts. He so badly wanted to act on his lust, to assume his belief that this was now all a grand scheme these two sisters’ had put on, but still, Pipp’s initial reluctance and uncertainty was throwing him off just enough to not act on anything.
Watching the two finish up the remaining streamers, drinking in the ass and tits that had just been resting against him, he furiously tapped his hoof against his knee. Sure, they were hot, and he absolutely wanted to believe his newfound hunch, but another question remained in his mind.
If this was true, why him?
“Alright, streamers are good to go!” Zipp declared, hovering back down towards Hitch. “I’m gonna go set up some of those cobwebs with Pipp! You take a few more minutes, big guy~”
Hitch didn’t reply, only opting to eye the pegasus with sheer suspicion in his gaze. His lust once again had an equal rival, as he tried to see through Zipp’s possible facade. Still, nothing was for certain, so all he could do was lean back and let her and Pipp get to work. Truthfully, he did need a moment, as his head and back ached from his fall, making the brief experience he had almost not worth it.
His ear twitched as he heard Zipp and Pipp whispering amongst each other. Glancing to his side, he spotted the two consistently looking back at him, averting their gaze whenever he returned it. The sound of faint giggling escaped the two, and, watching them nod at each other, he could only sigh. He was a mix of emotions; horny, confused, and even somewhat romantically conflicted. He’d be torn to say he didn’t have a thing for the two of them beyond their bodies, but if this was all some mean-spirited prank, he didn’t know how to feel. Toying with his libido was one thing, but his heart was a whole different story.
“Oof! How are you stuck?!”
“How am I stuck?! How are you stuck too?!”
Hitch shot up in his seat, hearing the two sisters arguing from afar. Slipping from his chair, Hitch hesitantly made his way over towards their voices, freezing as he came across the two.
With their torsos down and asses up, Zipp and Pipp seemed to be tangled in the decorations. Struggling in place, they both essentially twerked their thick flanks routinely, teasing Hitch even more with every jiggle and an occasional clap. Sweat ran down their asscheeks, their tits bounced and swayed, and they gave him a constant look at their goods. Yet now instead of only Zipp’s snatch showing arousal, Pipp’s now also drooled with her lust, winking wantonly as she writhed in place.
Hitch’s erection slapped against his belly as he eyed the two, basking in how their flanks rippled with every clap they made. It was as if they were both presenting themselves to him, just begging him to pin them down and rut them into a lustful coma. But even as his instincts to breed tried to take over his body, Hitch’s stubborn will struggled to maintain a semblance of itself.
Zipp glanced back, catching Hitch staring but not acting. Rolling her eyes in frustration, she paused her struggles, leaning over and whispering into Pipp’s ear.
“Woah…” Pipp murmured. “Isn’t that a bit forward?”
Grimacing at her sister, Zipp mumbled into Pipp’s ear further.
The petite pegasus slowly looked back at Hitch as well, and more notably below him. Gnawing her lip, she squirmed in place. “Okay fine. But not too hard…”
Hitch couldn’t make out what they were saying, already beginning to miss the show they had been putting on. Though, watching Zipp pull herself out of the cobwebs and take a step back, his eyes darted back at Pipp’s rump as she resumed her struggles.
“Ah, sweet freedom~” Zipp cooed, leaning down towards Pipp’s ear. “Little fly stuck in the web, sis?”
Pipp’s struggles became fiercer, throwing her ass back for Hitch’s viewing pleasure. “S-shut up! Help me get out of this stuff!”
Hitch took a step forward, both because he wanted to get a better look at Pipp’s clapping cheeks and to genuinely try to help, but he froze as Zipp gave him a sly look. Watching as she unfurled a wing, he felt his heart skip a beat as she raised it up, before swinging it down and…
Smack!
“Aaaahn~”
Pipp’s throaty moan echoed through the Brighthouse, as Zipp slammed her wing down against the princess’ flank. Her asscheeks rippled from the blow, legs quivering below her as the blow sent a surge of pained pleasure through her body. She threw her head back, letting her eyes roll back for a brief moment, as a second moan escaped her lips.
“Maybe if you cooled it with those sweets, you wouldn’t have an ass this fat, sis~” Zipp remarked.
Pipp scowled over at her sister, shaking herself off. “I said not too hard!”
“W-wha…” Hitch mumbled, unable to comprehend what he had just witnessed.
Squirming for a moment, Pipp pulled herself out of the webs, pursing her lip. “Oh yeah?” She raised her own fluffy wing, too fast for Zipp to react, as she slammed it down against Zipp’s flank.
“Nnnngh!~”
This time, a poorly hidden moan escaped Zipp’s lips, as her own asscheek bounced from the hard blow. Her tongue lolled out of her muzzle as she shuddered intensely, a gush of her lust spurting from her snatch and down her thighs. Her legs shook, her wings ruffled at her sides, and she bit down on her lip in an attempt to silence any more demeaning sounds.
“Fat asses run in our family, Zipp~” Pipp shot back, snickering. “You’ve got a huge set of flanks on you too! Ms. ‘I work out’.”
Hitch had reached his limit. Watching the two sisters smack each other’s asses, making both their flanks jiggle irresistibly, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. His primal needs to breed and claim a mare overran his every thought and action, as she took a step towards the two. His eyes screamed with unending desire, and any doubts on his hunch had long been swept away.
He knew they had been teasing him.
Pipp glanced back at Hitch, noticing him quite literally drooling at the sight of her and her sister. “Seems somepony finally got the memo.” She extended a wing, gripping Zipp’s flank. “How’s this look to you, big guy?~”
She pried Zipp’s asscheek to the side, spreading the mare’s pussy and ponut for Hitch to see. Her asshole seized upon itself, her pussy was like a waterfall of lust, and the blush that spread across Zipp’s muzzle spoke volumes.
“H-hey!” Zipp barked, extending her own wing. “Don’t act like you're any better!”
She gripped Pipp’s rump, pulling apart her sister’s buns as well. Her sweaty asscheeks pulled apart to reveal an equally tantalizing sight. Her ponut flexed, a rampant desire for satisfaction driving it insane, and her pussy gushed with her essence, a telltale sign of her immense arousal.
If Hitch’s composure had any chance of returning, what these two had just done erased any chance of it now. His cock swayed below him, a menacing pillar of untold volumes of pleasure, his balls ached, his seed eager to be released into the two fertile mares before him, and he felt his desire voice itself.
“You were teasing me this whole time?!” he growled, taking another step forward.
Zipp’s smirk dropped, seeing the absolute feral state Hitch had entered. “W-well…m-maybe? I…er…we just didn’t want t-to make it obvious?”
“Y-yeah!” Pipp followed, her excitement driving her to keep Zipp’s flanks spread apart. “N-no hard feelings right?”
Hitch stopped, mere feet away from them, as he turned to his side, hitching his hind leg and revealing his cock in its full glory to the two of them. “So you want this!”
Zipp and Pipp’s eyes lasered down towards his groin, jaws both going slack as they eyed his immense erection. Every vein on it throbbed, it swayed subtly below him, and it easily eclipsed even the most impressive dicks they had seen on the sauciest websites Zephyr Heights had to offer. They each gulped at the sight of it, their marehoods seizing upon themselves. Briefly exchanging a look with one another, a hint of hesitation in them both, they nodded their heads and nervously replied in unison.
“Y-yes?”
That confirmation was all the final vestige of Hitch’s hesitation needed to give way for his full carnal fury. Resuming his trot towards them, watching as they released each other's flanks and sheepishly turned to face him, he came up to Zipp first. Bringing his muzzle inches away from her own, close enough to feel her warm breath brush against his neck, he stared daggers into her. She backpedaled, pressing her back against the wall, rapidly shifting her attention from his face, to his cock, and back up.
She had barely any time to react as Hitch lunged forward, twirling her around. Pinning her chest against the wall, she felt herself be pressed against it, his weight on her back as she was wholly immobilized by his size.
“Gah!” she exclaimed, briefly writhing below him. “Hitch!”
“You wanted to tease me this much, didn’t you?” Hitch purred, slamming his hooves to each side of her.
“I…I…” Zipp mumbled, her racing in her chest as she literally felt the force behind him slamming his hooves against the wall. “Maybe…” Her composure began to waver. “W-what are you going to…”
Hitch tuned out her question, instead shifting his attention to her wings. Slowly caressing the side of her face, he guided his hooves down to her sensitive, feathery appendages. He carefully dragged them over each feather, sending jolts of pleasure through Zipp each time he traced over one of them, moving his way up to the base of her wings. He rubbed his hooves in circles, causing Zipp’s wings to flex and jitter under the wave of sensations accosting them.
She moaned, biting her lip, voice shaking with delight. “H-Hitch…”
“You wanted to tease me, so now you need to help me deal with this~” Hitch cooed, whispering into her ear.
Her moans grew more frequent, body trembling intensely in his grasp. His size eclipsed her noticeably, and he had her completely pinned against the wall, allowing him to have his way with her. She could have opposed it, with ease even, but she struggled to fathom why she would ever want to do that. Her legs felt as if they were to give out at any minute, but she simply couldn’t will herself to show off her signature rebellious spirit. The musk he provided from below invaded her nose, all while the most sensitive parts of her wings were being massaged. Hitch had found her weak spot, sweeping her into a sea of unending lust.
Her steadily growing lust only furthered as he made his next move. Hitching his cock between her thick thighs, Hitch ground his hips against hers, causing the tremble in her legs to intensify. He leaned forward, nuzzling her neck gently, before blowing hot air onto her ear. It twitched in response, all while her eyes fluttered with absolute delight, the sensation of his gargantuan member throbbing between her meaty thighs throwing her for an unexpected loop.
“Don’t worry,” Hitch whispered huskily, “I’m just helping you out on that teasing thing. You wanted this…didn’t you?~”
Zipp’s eyes widened, her trembling never ceasing as a surge of excitement ran through her body. She did want this, but she was meant to be in control. She was the smug one, the teasing one, and the one that had been having a laugh at her beloved stallion’s lustful suffering, and she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Trying to push herself off the wall, she was met with what felt like a wall, Hitch resisting her efforts with ease. She felt his cock slipping between her soaked thighs, beginning to caress the slavering folds of her pussy, and it drove her absolutely insane.
She needed it. She needed him. She needed him to take her right then and there, to fuck her silly till she couldn’t walk, but she couldn’t succumb yet. She had to keep up her teasing, she had to make him earn it. She was always one for a challenge, and if she submitted now, there was no sense in the game she had accidentally woven for her to endure.
She pulled all the strength she could muster from the deepest depths of her body, she managed to nudge him back enough for her to turn around. Puffing her cheeks out, a deep blush covering her face, her eyes burned with passion.
“You don’t think I can tease better than you?~” she smugly challenged, licking her lips. “C’mon, Hitch. You just caught me off guard! You aren’t that big of a deal!”
She expected a response, finding Hitch simply staring into her eyes. She ruffled her feathers, desperate for him to reply, desperate to have any semblance of ground she could establish against him. She yearned to be dominated, to be completely swept away by his carnal might, but she was utterly outmatched from the looks of it. Still, she held out hope, and as he slowly moved his muzzle closer to her own, her eyes widened.
“Wha - mmph?!”
Zipp’s question was cut off as Hitch pressed his lips against her own. For a moment, she was utterly taken aback, but quickly realized what was going on, hastily returning Hitch’s kiss in full. Her eyes drifted shut, her wings slowly began to unfurl with a sensuous quiver, and she released a soft, satisfied moan into his mouth. It was an overpowering kiss, hastily finding Hitch pressing his tongue against her lips, and surrendering to the sheer might he had behind him, soon found him exploring her mouth.
His tongue caressed her own, before slowly trailing along her teeth. He savored her warm breath, brushing his teeth against hers before stopping at the set of fangs she had. He was well aware that they were prosthetic, but in that electrifying moment, it hardly mattered. In his mind, he was theoretically entangled with a vampony, and he was determined to savor every nuance. His tongue swirled around the artificial canines, a shiver of delight coursing through him as it added a tantalizing, predatory edge to their encounter. The heat in his chest surged to the surface, igniting an irresistible passion between them.
Pipp took a step back, watching as her usually confident sister was being dominated by a kiss alone. A thrill of excitement raced down Pipp's spine, and she felt her own arousal begin to pool between her thighs.Though she wasn’t getting the first turn, she was more than fine with watching what was to come unfold. Slowly slipping her phone out from beneath her wing, she sat down, leaning back against the wall. Guiding her hoof down towards her snatch, she let out a quiet groan as she began to rub herself, hitting ‘record’ on the device and making sure she had a perfect angle for what came next.
Zipp was hastily entering a region similar to the one Hitch was now in, her lust exponentially increasing with each second she held the kiss with him. Her moans were muffled in his maw, and the sheer sensation of how dominating he was being made her heart flutter. Saliva formed on the edge of her mouth, the kiss quickly morphing into a sloppy, debaucherous moment of making out. She felt as if she could lose herself in the moment, wrapped in the embrace of the stallion she both loved and lusted after. However, her reverie was abruptly shattered when Hitch reached up and grasped the back of her mane.
Hitch had been dominating from the start, but feeling him pull on her mane and force her down sent a rush unlike any other through her. He slammed her voluptuous backside onto the ground, drenching her fur in the pool of longing she had created. Her eyes widened, pupils constricting to pinpricks as she gazed up at him. He slammed his forehooves against the wall, steadying himself, before shifting his hips. Before Zipp knew it, she found his massive shaft slapped right onto her face. Her vision was clouded by his titanic tool, as his weighty nuts brushed against her lips.
She was unsure of how to react, yet she accidentally made a severe mistake. Huffing through her nose, her body shook with delight as his unforgettable musk swept through her sinuses. His natural, earthy offerings, the faintest hints of sweat, and a light touch butterscotch all combined to make one of the most astounding scents Zipp has ever found herself smelling. Letting her marish instincts drive her, she pressed her nose against the region Hitch’s shaft and balls met, greedily huffing in his aroma.
She hummed with delight, logic and reason faltering as Hitch’s domineering smell consumed her being. The very essence of his scent seemed to hijack her rational thoughts, causing them to crumble in the face of this primal allure. She felt like she was rapidly losing any semblance of composure, reverting back to her most basic, primal instincts. A cock like this deserved to be served…no, it deserved…
“Worship it.”
Exactly that.
Hitch's command reverberated in Zipp's ears, igniting a wild rush of sensations. Just moments ago, she had been in charge, teasing Hitch with a bold confidence. Now, however, she found herself surrendering completely to him. Nervously, she swallowed, the tremors of excitement coursing through her. She could feel the rhythmic throb of his stallionhood against her face, and as she took a deep breath, a surge of anticipation washed over her.
“O-of course…” she stammered, her voice shaky.
“Of course, sir,” Hitch growled, mushing his package against her face further. “You’ve been smug with me all day. Why don’t you respect your boss?~”
Zipp felt her marehood seize upon itself as he gave her a second command. The Hitch she thought she knew was never like this, but now, he was almost an entirely different pony. He wasn’t technically her boss, but by the goddess, did him demanding to be referred to formally by a princess of all mares send Zipp into a frenzy. She wanted to be more defiant, to keep her calm, cool demeanor, but she simply couldn’t. He was too dominating, too fierce, and all too hot for her marish desires to lose to her will. She needed him, and she was going to savor every single moment of what was to come.
“Of course,” she cooed. Slowly parting her lips, she pressed her tongue against his shaft, slowly dragging it up and pausing at his tip. “Sir~”
After leaving a teasing kiss on the tip, Zipp's tongue eagerly flicked up, savoring the delicious traces of precum that had gathered there. She then moved her mouth down, pressing her nose against Hitch's throbbing flesh, and released a deep, sultry groan. With a seductive smile, she parted her lips, engulfing one of his hefty testicles. Her lips and tongue worked in harmony, suckling on the pendulous orb, and she occasionally swirled her tongue around it, adding a tantalizing touch to her worship.
With a soft pop, she released the first ball from her mouth, her lips and tongue now turning their attention to the second one. She embarked on a rhythmic routine, thoroughly polishing both of Hitch's balls, each sensuous caress bringing him closer to the brink of ecstasy.
“Nnngh ~ Y-Yeah! Make her your slut!” Pipp groaned. Furiously rubbing her snatch, soaking the cloak of her costume in her juices, Pipp zoomed in on Zipp’s efforts, enviously and voyeuristically getting herself off to her sister’s situation. “She’s, nngh, s-slobbering all over them!”
Her cloak, now far more damp than before, clung to her body as she arched her head back, focusing on her throbbing clit. With a steady hoof, she expertly held her phone, maintaining a professional grip on her camera. She leaked from both ends of lips, unable to restrain the overwhelming sensations that washed over her. The scene before her was hotter than anything she could even imagine, and her mind raced with thoughts of what was in store for her when her comeuppance would arrive.
Hitch was finally finding pleasure, but his undying lust hadn’t been sated in the slightest. Zipp’s servicing of his nuts had been euphoric, her slick, soft tongue the stuff of dreams, but now he was focusing on the whole thing kicking up a notch. Glancing down to see Zipp eyeing him up lustfully, he shuddered with delight as she began to drag her tongue up his shaft. He bit down on his lip, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead as he fought the urge to plunge himself deep into her mouth. Her saliva coated his length, his patience wearing thin, and he held his breath, heart pounding, as she reached the very tip of his throbbing stallionhood.
For what felt like hours, Zipp waited, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock and doing nothing more. Her hot breath swept over his shaft, saliva pooling and dripping off of his tip as she slowly tried to take back some control. She was the one giving pleasure, and thus, she was the one who had control. She may have lost the start of this duel, but now she had a moment for a comeback, and she was going to milk every last second of it.
Though, even in a position of power, her will walked a thin line. His heady scent flowed into her sinuses nonstop, his flavor flooded her taste buds, and her mind urged her to completely give in.She wanted to drag it out, to watch Hitch squirm and tremble before her, but she simply lacked the facilities to hold out for so long. Desperate to feel her throat stuffed with his meat, she parted her jaw, took a deep breath, and dove right down. In one determined, downright crazy, motion, she forced his entirety down her gullet, pressing her muzzle against his drool stained crotch. She clenched her eyes shut, holding her position for nearly an entire minute, gauging her breath control as her lungs screamed for air.
Finally, affording herself some relief, she pulled back up. Taking in a deep breath, Hitch’s delighted shudders driving her, she dove back down and began an intricate routine. Swirling her tongue around his tip each time she pulled back, she danced it along the underside of his cock whenever she dove back down. Raising a hoof, she massaged his nuts, occasionally lapping at the top of them with her tongue whenever she deepthroated him entirely. The thick scent, delicious flavor, and the delightful sensation of her throat engulfing him all eroded her recently regained composure. She gave in to the pleasurable motions without restraint.
Savoring his throbbing shaft with every slurp, the room resounded with the symphony of her enthusiasm. She maintained her relentless pace, not missing a beat. As Zipp's intensity grew, Pipp's sounds of pleasure became more frequent, to the point where her moaning matched the tempo of Zipp's bobbing.
“Nnngh ~ F-fuck! Zipp, you’re such a slut!” Pipp groaned, leaning her head back as she was swept away in her masturbatory efforts. “Make him cum! Mmmph ~ S-Show him who’s in charge! He - aaah - he isn’t that big!”
Zipp was driven on by the sound of her sister's arousal, another layer on top of the wet, rhythmic sounds of her sucking and the intoxicating scent of Hitch's desire hanging heavily in the air. The room seemed to pulse with their lust, and Zipp's tongue danced with even more fervor along Hitch's throbbing length. His cock, now swollen and eager, was an irresistible delicacy that she couldn't resist. Her initial plan to tease Hitch and regain the upper hoof had vanished completely, consumed by the fiery passion that had taken its place.
She had found the perfect balance, managing to deepthroat him frequently whilst also not causing her lungs to plead for air, and with it she indulged herself fully. Hitch stroked her mane, caressing her head gently while she did all the work. A part of her wished he’d buck into her face, properly ruining her throat and making her nothing more than his tool for pleasure, but she was more than fine with the current situation. Bringing a hoof down to her own snatch, slipping her foreleg between her ample tits, she gingerly began rubbing herself, moaning around his cock.
The pleasure Hitch was enduring was only sending him further down the depths of sinful desire, as he groaned quietly above Zipp. Her prosthetic fangs occasionally grazed the sensitive flesh of his cock, sending thrilled shivers down his spine each time they did. He was shocked they weren’t causing any issues for her, but he was also immensely glad—as they truly did add to the entire experience for him. The onslaught of pleasure was beginning to make his stamina waver, as a guttural groan escaped his lips. His balls began to ache, his stallionhood started to flare, and the telltale signs of an encroaching orgasm stirred within him. Zipp expertly motioned her tongue around his shaft, swirling, licking, and caressing every inch of it she could—and it was absolutely doing the trick. Clenching his jaw, feeling his seed churning in his cumtanks, he gripped the back of Zipp’s head.
Before she knew it, without any warning or hint of what was to come, he slammed her muzzle down into his groin, hilting himself within her gullet. Zipp's eyes widened as she felt his cock swell inside her, and his balls twitch, signaling that he was about to burst. He held her there for a few moments, before releasing a guttural groan and letting loose his climax. Rope after rope of seed shot straight down her throat, filling her gut with each sizable load he delivered into her. She felt his warmth fill her stomach, casting a sense of fulfillment through her body. Her eyes had shot open, she gripped his hips, and held herself steady—determined to enjoy every last bit of cum he was offering her.
Hitch had had many incredible climaxes in his years, but the feeling of cumming down the throat of actual royalty put this one up there with some of his best. He knew Zipp’s character, how defiant and confident she was, and bringing her down to this level had added an element of thrill to the entire act. Releasing his grip on her mane, losing himself in his bliss, he gave her the chance to breathe. Zipp pulled back, keeping her lips on his tip as the last remnants of his climax flooded her mouth, though the seal she had tried to make was insufficient, causing some of his essence to coat her chin and drip down from her cheeks.
Hitch, gasping for air after an unexpectedly intense climax, began to withdraw his hips. Zipp, however, maintained her tight grip on his throbbing cock, only releasing him after he gave a forceful tug. Stepping back, Hitch peered down at the pegasus who had voraciously sucked him, observing her cheeks swollen with his cum. Lust burned in Zipp's eyes as she swallowed every last drop of his seed, releasing a satisfied sigh and opening her mouth to display her impeccable cleanup. With a seductive lick of her lips and a sultry glance, she ensured not a single drop remained, even sliding her tongue sensually over one of her canines to capture a final trace of cum before swallowing it greedily.
Hitch's desires remained as fiery as ever, and the sight of Zipp provocatively consuming his seed did nothing to quell his intense arousal. His cock remained stiff as a diamond, no, harder than a diamond. His balls churned with more cum waiting to be released, and his mind remained entirely consumed by the haze of unrestrained lust.
To make things worse, his composure slipped further, as Pipp cried out.
“Yessssssss!!!” She threw her head back, marehood gushing with her juices as a climax tore through her. “Mmmgh! T-that was so hot!”
Zipp wiped her jaw, watching her sister convulsing with bliss to her side. Her depths burned with a raging desire, her breathing was heavy, and she was sitting in a pool of her own lust, but she assumed she had won. He had cum, he seemed satisfied, and she hadn’t gone too insane with lust. Chuckling to herself, she licked her lips clean and slowly glanced up, freezing. Before her, was Hitch’s still solid cock, arguably somehow bigger than before.
“I…w-wha…” she stammered, finding herself starting to drool once more.
The sounds of Pipp’s moans, Hitch’s massive cock, and the knowledge that she had just swallowed his load and he was still hard all combined to send her into the carnal depths of desire once more. She still had an intense urge to be fucked senseless, but she had issued a silent prayer that drinking his seed would’ve staved him off long enough for her composure to reform within her. Though, he hopes seemed to have died in seconds, as Hitch slowly gazed down at her, his ear twitching as he too listened to Pipp ride out her orgasm.
“You teased me that much and you thought we’d be done that fast?~” he hummed, flexing his cock right before her muzzle.
Zipp gulped, her marehood seizing upon itself as she watched his titanic length pulse. “D-Do you want me to suck it again…?”
“Oh, no, no. no~” Hitch chuckled, reaching down. “And didn’t I tell you to call me sir?”
Before Zipp knew it, Hitch had gripped onto her hind legs. As he pulled her forward, she found herself suddenly pinned down on her back. She had barely any time to even fathom how he was still hard, but her mind only furthered into its own lustful insanity as she felt him part her legs apart. Her heart skipped a beat, gazing up to drink in his visage, a domineering, confident aura radiating off him and sending a warmth through her entire body. She hadn’t a clue what he was planning next, but he had taken full control, and she now accepted that any chance of her turning the tables had long been vanquished. For all intents and purposes, he had conquered her, he had one, and her body was thrilled to come to such a conclusion.
Zipp held her breath, her eyes locked on Hitch as he adjusted his position. Her legs parted to accommodate him as he raised his throbbing cock, and with a swift, deliberate movement, he slapped it snugly between her hefty rack, trapping his impressive length between her plump tits. The sensation of his slick, eager member throbbing against her breasts drew a moan from Zipp's lips, compelling her to bite down on her lip to stifle her surrender, her fangs digging into her flesh subtly, though her desire was clear as day. A sharp gasp escaped her as Hitch reached down, swiftly tearing off the bra that had been part of her costume, revealing her nipples and the full extent of her tits.
Hitch slowly began to slide his cock between her tits, pressing them together to caress his length softly. Each time he thrusted forward, his balls slapped against her pussy, earning a needy wink from the slavering hole every time. The feeling of her plump bosoms giving him a proper titjob only ushered Hitch’s libido forward, as he caressed her nipples with his hooves, breaking the seal she had made on her lips and earning a guttural groan from the mare.
“Your pussy just keeps winking, Zipp~” Hitch remarked, pressing his nuts against her snatch and getting the expected response from it. “I think I know how to fix that.”
Zipp’s eyes shot wide open, a rush of excitement coursing through her every nerve. “Y-you don’t mean…”
“Fuck her into a coma, Hitch!”
The two turned their attention to the side, finding themselves facing a panting, sweaty Pipp. She appeared to have recuperated from her climax, once again engrossed in the act of rubbing her wet pussy, emitting soft, sensual moans. A puddle of her own juices had formed beneath her, testament to her intense arousal, and there was a glistening trail of her slick nectar all across her lower belly. Her phone was pointed directly at Zipp and Hitch as she further emphasized her point.
“She’s been wanting you to pump her full of foals for weeks! Ruin her!”
Hitch raised a brow, slowly turning his attention towards Zipp. “Well then~”
“I…I can e-explain! J-just give me a second and - nngh!”
Zipp attempted to deflect, knowing full well what being railed by the stud right now would do to her. Yet her plea was unheard, as she suddenly felt him grip her hind legs and nearly fold her over herself. The position she was in dawned on her swiftly, and the feeling of his tip kissing her winking marehood only caused a horribly tantalizing shudder to run through her. Every mare secretly craved this, to be pinned in a mating press and filled with foals by a true stud. Zipp was no exception, despite her attempts to deny it. She'd fantasized about Hitch for months, her dreams admittedly filled with the image of carrying his foals. Many nights had been spent pleasuring herself to that very thought. As she felt the girth of his cockhead graze her entrance, her imagination continued to race.
She wanted this, by the goddess she needed this, but it was an insane thought. Was she about to allow herself to get knocked up by her friend? She was a princess! It’d be a huge deal in Zephyr Heights, and even though her mother would be absolutely thrilled to know there were more heirs to the throne on the way, she wasn’t sure she was ready for the over dramatic reaction that would come from it all. Yet, in that moment, she cared not for the consequences of what was to come may bring. With each throb of Hitch's cock against her lower lips, a primal yearning overtook her, one she couldn't resist.
She needed to be bred.
“Agh! I…I can’t deny it anymore! You win, okay!” she exclaimed, tensing below him. “You’re the better tease! J-just fuck me already!” She winced as she messed up her instructions from before again, repeating herself. “Please! Fuck me, sir!”
Hitch had a stint of hesitation in him, his logical side slowly crawling towards the forefront of his mind for a faint moment. What he was about to do was a major step in his relationship with Zipp. Getting blow by her was one thing, a titfuck was another, but outright fucking her and possibly breeding her was a whole different ballpark entirely. However, he could feel how desperate she was, see how needy she felt, and saw how badly she wanted this. To plow a princess, right in front of her sister, was the stuff of dreams. But to pump foals into one?
It was a desire that defied explanation.
Yet, he caved to it all. He was going to plow her, give her everything he had, and then he’d ensure she was carrying his foals for certain. Bracing himself, folding her over herself further, locking her into an intense mating press, he exhaled sharply and plunged into her with every bit of force he had in him.
“Aaaaaahn!!!!! Ngggh! Nnngh! Mmmph!!! H-Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!”
These were the most passionate, primal thrusts Hitch had ever performed. Zipp’s wails of bliss only encouraged Hitch, as he pumped into her with reckless abandon. Every thrust he made had intent, to pleasure her beyond anything she had ever experienced in her life. Her walls clenched down on his cock like a vice, her pussy gushed her arousal, and her face was one of unrelenting euphoria. Her eyes rolled back, her tongue hung out of her mouth, and a chorus of primal moans spilled from her lips with every powerful drive he delivered. With each deep penetration, he kissed her womb with the tip of his cock before swiftly retreating, making her inner muscles cling to him in a desperate bid to keep him inside.
The room echoed with the sultry symphony of their bodies colliding, a heated crescendo that threatened to drown out even Pipp's fervent moans. Zipp's own passionate cries surged past her sister's, a symphony of desire that harmonized with the forceful thrusts rocking her voluptuous frame. Her heaving breasts danced to the rhythm, each bounce a testament to the relentless pounding she welcomed.
Gone was her composed facade, replaced with an expression of complete, raw ecstasy. She surrendered to the intoxicating wave of pleasure, no longer concerned with maintaining her usual cool demeanor. Hitch's cock, an imposing force of primal vigor at this point, surged within her, exploring the depths of her most intimate sanctuary with unbridled intensity. Hitch’s cock was girthy, huge, and filled with carnal might that unleashed itself against her walls with vicious ferocity. Her ass jiggled with each plunge he made, her tits clapped against each other, and the press he held on her only intensified in harmony with his passion.
Their heated rhythm persisted, a relentless dance of passion that pushed them both to the brink. Hitch quickened his pace and intensified his thrusts, each one greeted by Zipp's eager depths clenching around his thick, throbbing cock.
Zipp's euphoric expression told Hitch everything he needed to know. The usually composed and collected mare was a mess of pleasure and delight, her face a canvas of bliss. Her moans and cries filled the room, matching the rhythm of their bodies clashing in the throes of their passionate encounter. These were the loudest moans Hitch had ever heard Zipp let out, albeit the only ones he’d ever heard from her as well. Her rear continued to bounce in time with his thrusts, and her breasts swayed with each movement, amplifying the sensations that consumed them both.
For Zipp, this surpassed anything she had felt before. Even before an earth-shattering climax that was surely approaching even hinted at striking her body, she already knew this had eclipsed even the greatest pleasures she had ever endured. Every forceful thrust from Hitch sent shivers through her body, her eyes fluttering with pleasure and her tongue subconsciously hanging from her mouth. She yearned for him to fill her to the absolute brim, to guarantee many foals in her future. It was a desire she had never felt before, but Hitch had ignited something within her that defied all logic. With each plunge, he reached deeper and deeper, brushing her innermost core and sending delightful jolts of pleasure through her. Logic and restraint were forgotten as she surrendered to the overwhelming bliss.
“H-holy fuck!” she screamed out, letting an uncharacteristic expletive escape her lungs. “F-fucking ruin me! Nnnngh!”
Her words sang a song to Hitch’s desires, ushering him to somehow go even harder and faster than he already was. The routine clapping sound her tits, ass, and their meeting bodies made only intensified, filling the air in equal volumes to Zipp’s ecstatic moans. As they fucked, the sweat slid down their bodies, highlightint Hitch’s muscle and every curve Zipp had, the air filling with their growing musk alongside the delightful, aromatic scent of their mixed lust.
“You’re so - huff - t-tight!” Hitch groaned, pumping into her with renewed desire. “For a princess you’re - haa - pretty slutty!”
Zipp gave a guttural groan, finding Hitch slamming against her g-spot. “Nnngh ~ F-fuck yeah! Make me your slut, sir!”
The unexpected words were jarring to hear, but the intensity of her desire only fueled Hitch's own. He shifted his stance, folding her further, he drove himself straight down, forcing every last inch of his cock into her depths. He could see her being undone, the lust-drunk look on her face showing she was nearly broken. Of course, he didn’t want to break her, anything but to his friend, but getting her almost to the point was the perfect margin to put her smug attitude from the day rightfully where it belonged.
His balls began to ache, all while he felt her body tensing up. He knew the telltale signs of a climax in himself, and also the same within a mare. She was close, as was he, and he could only focus on filling her with as much pleasure as he could before they both inevitably erupted with bliss. The clapping sounds echoed in his ears, and the knowledge that not only was he railing a friend, but a princess at that, was beginning to throw him towards the brink at an intense pace.
Zipp felt him flaring within her, stretching her walls to even further levels. She knew what was coming, and any reservations she might’ve had faded away in an instant. He was going to cum, and ideally, inside her. She knew he may be unsure of it deep down, and she didn’t want to risk any hesitation in him when the time came. She had an intense heat that needed to be sated, and the only way it could be was to get knocked up then and there. Her womb had to be filled, had to be claimed, and she had no doubt in her mind about that. She needed his foals, and she gave voice to her desires as vocally as she could.
Yet as the moment of release drew closer, a moment of clarity reached Hitch, and he couldn't shake the weight of what they were doing. Cumming inside one of his best friends, a princess no less, felt like a line he wasn't sure he wanted to cross. His desire was undeniable, but the consequences of their actions were looming in the back of his mind. The pleasure was intense, but so were the potential complications. Hitch hesitated, torn between the ecstasy building within him and the consequences of his actions. As he felt himself grow closer to cumming, he anxiously made the choice to pull out before he released, deciding to at least cum on her back. He slowly slid himself back out of Zipp, and just as he did-
“No! Inside! Pump everything inside! Knock me up! Make me yours!”
Her words were what pushed Hitch past the threshold, throwing out any previous thoughts of whether finishing in her was a good idea. Pulling back nearly entirely, throwing aside what was to come with the precedent of what having a foal with Zipp could bring, he strengthened his hips and plunged into her depths with every ounce of force he could afford.
With a final powerful thrust, Hitch buried himself deep within Zipp, their bodies melding together in a symphony of lust. He ground against her, his cock finding the very core of her being, ready to claim it. A primal roar of pleasure erupted from him as he released a torrent of virility, each pulse of his cock sending waves of fertile cum surging into Zipp's depths. Rope after rope of fertile, thick essence flooded into Zipp’s deepest chamber in mere seconds. Each potent gush of cum filled her womb further, quickly overflowing it and causing his seed to push past the seal his cock made. The force of it pushed his cum beyond her tight confines, overflowing and streaming down her thighs. Her once-tight walls now painted white, her pussy dripping with their shared passion. The raw, unbridled climax left them both breathless and utterly spent.
Zipp’s eyes rolled back, she screamed with sheer carnal delight, and she drooled over herself, feeling the first ropes of Hitch’s cum grace her. Her climax immediately struck, sundering her sanity as she was thrust into a miasma of bliss and ecstasy. Her orgasm struck her like a shattering star, sending an intense wave of pleasure through her body from head to hoof, sending her nerves alight with unimaginable euphoria. Her countenance adorned a look that was indescribable, one that spoke of one thing only–lustful insanity. Her body spasmed, her walls clenched down on Hitch’s cock with everything they could possibly offer, and her mind went blank. It was impossible to think, impossible to comprehend, and impossible for her to maintain her composure in the slightest.
She screamed over and over, her voice carrying nothing but pure adoration for the stallion breeding her thoroughly. His cum burned within her, each rope of his seed forcing a miniature orgasm in of itself within her. She couldn’t fathom to think, legs twitching and spasming, wings fluttering at her sides, and her depths drinking in every single bit of Hitch’s orgasm she could take. She knew it full well, the sheer volume of cum within her enough to claim any mare ten times over.
She was, without a shadow of a doubt, pregnant.
The knowledge that she had been bred ushered forth a second orgasm into her, sending her further down the rails of the euphoric train she rode upon. More juice spurted out from her cum-filled pussy, leaking onto the floor below and staining her thighs even more. She wavered between consciousness and unconsciousness, teetering on the brink of nirvana itself as she rode out a climax once more. She had foals, Hitch’s foals, and it was simply too much to bear. She was nearly broken then and there, reduced to a cock addicted slut for who knows how long, but thankfully she was spared from genuine, whorish insatiability by a thread. She lavished knowing her mind was intact, and further adored the knowledge that she was, for all intents and purposes, Hitch’s mare.
They both panted heavily, the sounds of their love making finally calming, allowing both of them to hear what sounded like another one of Pipp’s orgasms echoing through the room. Even hearing the princess’ blissful howls, Zipp and Hitch both kept their eyes locked on each other. Zipp looked borderline insane, barely able to focus as her face was plastered with the cock-drunk, pleasured expression of her afterglow. She couldn’t speak, mumbling gibberish as her mind was essentially fried, but she still managed to give Hitch a look of understanding–if only for a brief moment. She was pregnant, that much was clear, and from that brief glimpse of her sanity Hitch got, he knew she had absolutely no regrets.
Alas, he was still maintaining his composure, slowly pulling his hips back. Zipp groaned deeply as he slowly inched out of her, bit by bit of his slickened cock escaping her hold. Her walls greedily clung to him, cum pooling out of her pussy as he retreated. With an audible schlick, a spurt of seed pumped out of her depths, trailing down her asscheeks and covering her ponut. Her legs were finally freed as Hitch took a step back, falling down limply to the ground. She twitched and spasmed in place, fucked truly senseless by the stud she had dared to challenge.
“Sho…sho good~” she mumbled, reaching down and nursing her tits with a hoof. “Sho…many foals…”
Hitch eyed her, a mixture of concern and arousal coursing through him at the sight. To see Zipp in such a depraved state was one thing, but he also was worried he might have gotten a bit too close to actually shattering her mind. Still, he knew she was okay truthfully, and would surely recover hastily, but another part of him felt bad about the fact that her costume was also ruined with sweat and cum. The sight did usher forth his arousal, finding himself almost immediately rocketing towards his previous desire, the sight something out of the hottest dream his mind could’ve ever woven for him–yet it was all reality.
Still, with his hardening length below him, and his mind already beginning to cloud with carnal desire, he worried to find a way to extinguish his desire properly.
“Haaaah ~ That was so hot!”
But he had his answer.
Pipp had been relentlessly pleasuring herself to the explicit scene before her, her intense need driving her to the brink of ecstasy repeatedly. Her arousal flowed freely, creating a slick pool of her lust between her thighs. As she touched herself in a frenzy, her sweat mixed with her arousal, creating a glistening sheen on her skin. Pipp's pussy was dripping with her own copious desire, her juices pooling around her as she continued to bring herself to climax. Her once-pristine and demure demeanor had completely vanished. Her chubby belly jiggled as she continued to indulge in self-pleasure, a stark contrast to her usual grace. Her large breasts caressed her inner thighs with each passionate motion. Pipp's costume, which was initially unmarred, was now stained with her juices, and the wet spot between her legs had expanded to a noticeable size, what was practically a pool of her own juices. She was so absorbed in her lust and the recording that she barely noticed Hitch's gaze.
Briefly, Hitch glanced over at Zipp. She was pregnant now, and soon enough the signs of him knocking her up would show. Thicker thighs, milk-dripping melons, and a fatter ass that would bounce or even clap with every step she took. The idea gave him a glorious mental image, and as he casted his gaze back towards Pipp, he found himself forming another one.
The petite princess would look lovely carrying a foal, bringing out the cutest and hottest aspects of herself full force. That chubby belly of hers surging out with foals stirring within her, those ample tits ballooning into melons, her thighs softer and thick as could be, and her ass growing into a set of huge, pillowy asscheeks. Knocking up Zipp was one thing, but surely he couldn’t only claim one princess after that.
Pipp was adorable, carrying an abundance of adorable traits. Her chub added charm, her smile was pristine, and her fluffy wings were absolutely to die for. Though, with his primal instincts overriding him, Hitch saw her for her other aspects more than anything else. Her body was hot as could be, deserving of a famous model and royalty, and he wanted nothing more than to claim it as his own.
Perhaps it was some ancient magic resurfacing on Nightmare Night, or some kind of hidden side of him he never knew, but he found his lust overtaking him once more at an unforeseen level. He saw Pipp, not as his friend, but as a potential broodmare, as if some curse of the haunted day had invaded his mind with a carnal demon. He knew she wanted it, and from how hot she found her sister getting bred seemed, he was certain she’d love having it done to herself all the same.
He began to trot towards her, his lengthy shaft swinging below him, occasionally slapping against his belly. Pipp was blissfully unaware, furiously rubbing herself and fixated on her phone as she often was. All too enthralled with recording Zipp in her quivering state, possibly thinking she could tease her sister about the mess she was left in. Only when Hitch’s shadow loomed over her, did she pull her eyes away from her phone, freezing in place as she set her eyes upon his cock hovering directly before her muzzle.
“W-Woah…” she muttered, eyeing his dick with wonder in her eyes. “I figured you’d be all done a-after that…?”
A look of lustful worry spread across her face, as she watched every beat of Hitch’s heart show with each throb his cock made. She gulped, drooling subtly at the sight, momentarily throwing her attention towards Zipp. She wanted to end up just like that, but she could never admit it. Though, in the brief moment she pried her eyes off of Hitch’s cock, she felt her phone get smacked out of her hoof.
“Wha?!” Pipp blurted out, realizing what had just happened. “Hitch! Be careful with - glllk?!”
In an instant, she felt Hitch's throbbing cock thrust deep into her mouth, overwhelming any resistance she might have summoned with his sheer strength. Yet, she didn't bother resisting. The sudden and forceful intrusion awakened an unknown desire within her, surging through her body with an intensity she had never experienced. Her sister being railed and bred was hotter than anything she could’ve imagined, but this, being taken so roughly and in such a domineering way, made her eyes flutter.
Hitch showed no signs of relenting, his uncontrollable lust completely overtaking him. He began to aggressively facefuck Pipp, driving her head down onto his throbbing member with every forceful thrust. His shaft slid smoothly down her throat, and he couldn't help but be astonished by how well she handled it. She willingly let her forelegs dangle at her sides, openly showing her eagerness for this unexpected turn of events. Encouraged by her response, Hitch increased the speed and intensity of his movements, pounding into her mouth with renewed vigor. His crotch smacked against her nose, causing her muffled groans to resonate along his shaft. With each powerful thrust, her generously rounded ass and substantial tits responded with even more vigor, producing a more pronounced clap in response to the relentless push and pull of his motions. The contrast between Zipp's slightly leaner form and Pipp's barely larger curves was surprisingly stark, with Pipp's fat ass providing an even more audible applause in unison to their frenzied coupling.
Pipp was already thrust into an intense whirlwind of lust, finding herself lost in the intense attack she was enduring. Each thrust Hitch made down her gullet sent a thrilled shiver down her spine, and the sensation of her assets bouncing and clapping only furthered her excitement. She was a princess, and a celebrity on top of that, and being so used to pampering and adoration had skewed her vision on what she actually wanted. She never knew it, but deep down she absolutely yearned to be marehandled like this. Taken as nothing more than a tool for pleasure, and truthfully, she was well aware that her figure and elevated status warranted such unabashed attention. The collision of her body with Hitch's, the wet sounds of his throbbing member in her mouth, and the illicit yet amazingly hot nature of the situation fueled the fire of her carnal desires, such thoughts she never knew she could have..
Hitch didn't slow his pace; he relentlessly pummeled her muzzle with the same force he had used on Zipp's cunt. His thrusts barely left room for the princess to catch her breath, those brief moments when he allowed her a respite were few and far between, letting Pipp savor the sensation of her lungs burning from the rough treatment throughout their heated encounter. Her divine singing ability had always been her pride, but now, her throat was being used for an entirely different purpose. Hitch's cock plunged deeper, exploring depths that were typically reserved for her vocal talents. The contrast between the usual delicate use of her voice and the unrelenting force of Hitch's thrusts was a thrilling revelation that sent shivers down her spine.
Without missing a beat, Hitch's thrusts continued their relentless assault on Pipp's throat. His senses sharp, he glanced behind him to spot Zipp, partially recovering from her daze. Cum still dripped from her depths, and her eyes gleamed with unmistakable lust and arousal. With a deliberate slowness, she guided her hoof between her massive tits, her hooves now a rhythmic dance on her own throbbing clit. She aimed Pipp’s phone at the debauched spectacle before her, resuming the recording, although now the lens captured an entirely different kind of carnal intensity—not her own ravishing rut, but rather, the sultry domination of her sister, Pipp.
Pipp followed her sister's lead, her actions mirroring Zipp's unknowingly. The relentless gagging and throat-filling had turned into an unexpectedly scintillating experience. As her trembling hoof traced a path down her plump belly, it eventually found its way between her ample tits. With a fierce determination, she initiated a fervent, unrelenting rhythm, rubbing herself with fervor. Despite the relentless facefucking she endured, Pipp's moans around Hitch's throbbing cock only grew in intensity, reverberating through her full, panting chest.
The pool of lust beneath her swelled, her arousal gushing unabated. Pipp's eyes, though rolled back with intense ecstasy, briefly flickered open to capture Zipp recording her. The thought of such a humiliating treatment being caught on camera should've sparked concern, but instead, it ignited her arousal even further. Her pussy throbbed with insatiable need, her slick folds greedily winking as they gushed with desire. The copious volume of her arousal cascaded down her trembling thighs, thoroughly drenching her costume and adding to the shimmering display of debauchery. With every gulp of air she gasped for, Pipp's lungs burned, but her submissive desire knew no bounds. She had no reservations, no intention of bringing this absolute domination to a halt. The intense and simultaneous stimuli from Hitch's relentless facefucking, her relentless masturbation, and the unrelenting, constant gushing of her arousal only pushed Pipp further into the depths of her insatiable lust, making her yearn for more.
“C’mon, Hitch,” Zipp cooed, ceasing her masturbation and rubbing her belly. “You pumped me full of foals ~ You can’t leave my little sister out of it all too!”
Despite being lost in a sea of pleasure, Pipp's eyes snapped open, her sister’s words reverberating in her ears. She knew Zipp had been knocked up, and knew just what that meant. Another royal heir, but also a positively gravid form that would soon bestow itself upon Zipp. Imagining her sister, carrying a fatter ass, thicker thighs, and milk-dripping huge tits–it sent a rush down Pipp’s spine. She imagined herself in the same state, carrying her friends foals, letting her entire kingdom and her thousands of followers know she had been fucked senseless and stuffed with a lucky stud’s progeny. It would be a mess, dealing with her mother’s excitement, her fans’ reaction, and the struggles of pregnancy in of itself, but by the stars did she want it. Hitch was so dominating, so powerful, but also an incredibly amazing stud. If anyone was going to claim her deepest chamber, she’d want it to be him. She had similar feelings deep down for him like her sister’s, and the idea of becoming hisfilled her with an intense rush of excitement.
Hitch raised a brow at Zipp, watching her slowly guide her hoof back down to her cunt, resuming her masturbatory efforts and coating her hoof in the seed that still drooled out of her. Her look spoke volumes, almost giving him direct permission to pump a foal or two into her sister, and within it still reflected that broken state she had been in moments prior. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, sweat still ran down her form, and she seemed just barely recovered from the lust-drunk state she had been in prior. Still, her look, the sight of her masturbating, and the knowledge of what he was currently doing to Pipp was enough to let his lust-blinded self bring forth all the confidence it needed.
Slowly, he slowed the rate of his thrusts, gradually pulling his hips back. Popping his cock out of Pipp’s mouth, a line of drool connecting her lips to his shaft, he looked down at her. She looked nothing like herself, but somehow, with her hair a mess and her makeup running, she looked arguably hotter.
Upon gazing down at her, Hitch couldn't help but be mesmerized by the transformation he had wrought. Pipp, with her usually immaculate appearance now a disheveled and messy vision, had undergone a radical shift. Her face, though marred by the explicit acts they had engaged in, now carried a raw, animalistic beauty that was utterly captivating. The very fact that nopony could see the most popular pegasus in Zephyr Heights in such a state, nopony else except Zipp, only tantalized Hitch further.
Beneath her voluptuous breasts and between her round thighs, the copious traces of their fervent coupling lay evident. Pipp's heaving bosom glistened with trails of drool, saliva, and his oozing pre-cum, while her flushed, exposed belly bore the marks of their salacious escapade. The evidence of their lust-fueled rendezvous was painted across her once-pristine form.
Pipp coughed, finding her throat spared of the onslaught it had been receiving. Her body and mind both immediately found themselves missing his length, her desires begging to be further sated. She wanted to be used, wanted to be made into Hitch’s plaything, and as she looked up and saw his intense gaze. The fact that she couldn't have the pleasure of her mouth being filled to the brim and swallow every ounce of his precious seed like her sister made her only long for more as she shuddered with anticipation. She watched as he swept his hoof down in a swift motion, grabbing onto her costume’s covering and tearing them clean off. Her tits were fully exposed, shown off in their full glory, and from the looks of it, their reveal pushed Hitch to act.
He sidestepped around her, moving with speed fueled by carnal need, and before Pipp even knew it, Hitch was behind her. Reaching down, he lifted her up by her forelegs, but once she was off the ground, he switched his grasp on her one foreleg at a time. Wrapping his forelegs under her ass, he grabbed her from below her hind legs, lifting her up fully and properly. She let out a cute gasp as she was raised, finding her legs nearly folded behind her head. Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly realized what was happening.
Lifted up in a full-nelson, her back pressed against Hitch’s chest, her eyes widened, finding herself able to gaze down at herself. Past the inviting expanse of her chubby belly and her heaving, plump tits, she couldn't escape the mesmerizing sight of Hitch's pulsating cock poised beneath her. How the thing continued to stiffen and pulse despite everything it had already been through was mesmerizing. Each throb of his engorged length sent shivers down her spine, and she understood the inevitable outcome that loomed, one that would mirror her sister's fate — leaving her sensually ravished, taken by a dominant stallion, and ultimately bearing his seed, knocking her up just as Zipp had been.
The anticipation of what was to come sent another scorching surge of lust coursing through Pipp's already drenched pussy, compelling it to release yet more of her honeyed arousal, and expanding the already substantial pool below her. The velvety juices seeped from her quivering folds, descending to coat Hitch's already slickened shaft in a gleaming sheen of her nectar. Hitch, adjusting his stance, raised his massive cock and slapped it firmly between her heaving tits, eliciting a throaty gasp of expectation from Pipp. It was a familiar sensation, one that he had earlier bestowed upon Zipp, and he embarked on a similar journey of pleasure, sliding his turgid shaft between Pipp's ample mounds. The glistening wetness provided by her lubricating arousal only served to enhance the sensuality of their new endeavor, every glide of his cock invoking irresistible shivers and gasps from her, intensifying the flames of desire that consumed her.
“Zipp’s right y’know,” he whispered in her ear, hot breath caressing her neck. “You deserve a couple foals too~”
She shuddered with equal parts delight and amorous fear, knowing that the rut she was inevitably going to receive would undo her at a psychological level temporarily. If he had fucked Zipp into a near coma, she was going to fare no better, arguably worse, but that mere prospect thrilled her to not end.
“I…I…” she stammered, feeling him lifting her up and down to further pleasure his shaft between her tits. “I want…more than a few...”
Hitch smirked, seeing how quickly this once pretentious princess caved to her own desires. Her tits were an angel’s caress around his member, sandwiching it between them and pleasuring his sensitive nerves with ease. Her fat ass cupped his crotch, squishing their impossibly pillowy flesh against his body with immense ease. It spoke volumes of just how plump her rump was, and her tits’ pleasure being bestowed upon him only furthered the size of her assets being more than satisfactory.
Trying to question it all, feeling Hitch grab her costume’s hat with his mouth and casually toss it to the side, her mind raced further as he leaned his head to her side, guiding his face with his hoof. Her muzzle met his, and she stared into his eyes, she asked herself an abundance of questions. Was she about to do this with her friend? Was she going to go straight into carrying his foals? What would her followers think? What would all of Zephyr Heights think!
Though, as Hitch suddenly surged forward and pressed his lips against hers, those thoughts died in an instant. She abandoned all worry, immediately embracing his kiss without a shred of doubt. Her tongue intertwined with his, dueling a losing battle, as with ease he overtook her efforts and explored her mouth. Saliva built up around the edges of their mouth, while Hitch dominated another region of her body with domineering force. His tongue explored her mouth, dancing along her teeth, caressing her tongue, and he occasionally drew back to suck on her lower lip. She had never been taken so forcefully, heck, she had never been kissed in such a way. She was always treated with grace, with a sense of respect and devotion, but here she was simply being used in every conceivable aspect. It was tantalizing beyond compare, her marehood winking with each movement his tongue made within her mouth, her eyes fluttering with delight as she savored his taste.
Eventually, much to her heart’s dismay, the kiss had to come to a close. Feeling Hitch’s lips depart her own, a string of their saliva the final remnants of the intense make out they had had, she looked over at him with pleading eyes. Damn any consequences, she needed him, and she absolutely needed his foals.
Hitch moved a hoof down, slowly rubbing her plump belly. “I think it’s time we put a couple foals in that plump little oven of yours, don’t we?~”
“Please,” Pipp groaned, her arousal rising with each slide his cock made between her tits.
Her plea was the cue for Hitch to act, raising her up a portion more. Pressing the crown of his cock against her slavering folds. Her lower lips winked against his tip, caressing it subtly as he taunted her confines. He teased her further, threatening to press it into her before relinquishing his force. It drove her mad, her lust demanding for her to be taken then and there, and her patience withered at an intense rate.
“Hitch!” she growled, earning his and Zipp’s attention. “Stop playing and just fuck me like the slut I am!”
Hitch’s eyes went wide, hearing such guttural language escaping Pipp. From Zipp, it was still jarring, but could be expected, but Pipp? Blinking wildly, thrown off his game for a moment by the outburst, he looked over at Zipp with confusion, silently giving her a question with his bewildered gaze.
“You heard her, sir,” Zipp started, rubbing her snatch harder as she gnawed her lip. “She wants to be fucked, so turn that prissy princess into a needy bitch.”
Pipp nodded in agreement, writing with need in his grasp. “Yes! Yes! What she said! Fuck me! Fuck me, sir! I had to wait this entire time! Just use me like a bucking fleshlight and - nnnngh!!!”
Her frantic plea didn't go unanswered, and as she cried out in desperation, Pipp found herself forcefully thrust down onto Hitch's throbbing cock. His impressive shaft glided effortlessly into her eager depths, the lubrication from her own arousal and the remnants of Zipp's passion creating a slicker and more inviting passage compared to his prior railing of Zipp. With each inch of his throbbing cock invading her, a rapturous wave of pleasure surged through Pipp's body. The sensation was indescribable as his relentless penetration took her deeper and deeper, the velvety heat of his cock driving all the way into her core. Every relentless inch of his stallionhood slipped effortlessly within her, her quivering body hugging him tightly as he kissed her womb. She felt the firmness of his shaft taunt her deepest, most intimate chamber, pressing against her most sacred space. A throaty cry of ecstasy from Pipp resonated through the room, a guttural release of delight as the intense sensations induced by his penetration finally overwhelmed her senses. With Pipp's curvier figure, every descent onto Hitch's throbbing cock accentuated the delightful jiggling of her plush ass and tits.
Pipp threw her head back, wailing with delight as he began to pivot her up and down his cock. Folded over herself, held in the air by his impressive strength, she was powerless, left as nothing more than a glorified fucktoy. It’s what she deserved, what she found herself lavishing in, and she couldn’t get enough. Being used, disgracing her regal role to indulge in her degenerate desires of becoming his cocksleeve, it was sheer perfection.
Hitch began a rhythm, slamming her down on his cock and lifting her up immediately after, pulverizing her pussy with the carnal fury he held within. Her tits and ass clapped each time she was thrown down, her belly bounced subtly, and her pussy embraced him with unending desire. Her walls clenched down on him, desperate to hold him within, making it so that every time he lifted her back up every inch of his dick was graced with the vice-like grasp her pussy gave. It sent shivers of pleasure down Hitch’s spine, but also drove him to ruin her further. If she wanted to be demolished like Zipp, he was more than happy to oblige.
Just like it had been with Zipp, the rut he was having with Pipp began to fill the air with its symphony. Her moans were lovely, almost like a song in their own right, as she pleasurably screamed every time she was thrown down onto him. Her tits and ass clapping against themselves and him only added to the orchestra, filling the air with a further spell of debauchery that added to the entire ensemble. Zipp was taking part too, her lungs releasing moan after moan as she began to ride through the first of what would be an abundance of orgasms, spasming to their side yet managing to keep Pipp’s phone steady.
There was no slowing Hitch down, pummeling Pipp’s pussy with potent, primal passion. The routine schlick that her depths made each time he retreated reminded him of how tight and needy she was, and the knowledge that he was railing yet another royal figure simply pushed him to go beyond what he thought was possible. His stamina was unrelenting, his balls churning another intense load of cum all while he was dominating Pipp. He was going to fill her to the brim, offer her what he gave Zipp, and most importantly ensure she’d be carrying his foals just like her sister.
“Nnnngh! Ahn! Ahn! S-sweet…fuck!” Pipp wailed, barely able to form a sentence as she was being used. “Don’t stop! Ahn! Use me! Fucking - nngh - make me a mess!”
The language from her was still jarring, but now it added an element to the entire exchange for Hitch. His movements grew rapid, pressing Pipp down onto him as he bucked his hips up, slamming against her womb routinely. Her body spasmed and quivered, the unrelenting lustful rage he was unleashing upon her beginning to shatter her sanity as it had Zipp. Her tongue bounced around helplessly as it stuck out of her mouth, her eyes had nearly fully rolled back, and her moans created a song that bested even her best pieces.
It just kept going, and her mind was absolutely destroyed by the sheer volume of sensations overwhelming her nerves. There was nothing, absolutely nothing that could even be compared to the bliss she was enduring. It was the paramount experience of any pleasure she had ever engaged herself in. By far, Hitch's cock was the largest thing that had ever been inserted in her, her already tight walls loosening by the moment. No toy, hoof, or any other tool could ever dream to compare to the ecstasy that Hitch’s cock was giving her. Still, even though she yearned to lavish in the intensity of their embrace for an eternity, the traces of an orgasm already welled within her, telling her she was reaching the threshold of her stamina and the penultimate moment of her unfiltered bliss.
Her body lit up in heat, the ferocity of her desires only increasing with the promise of their release approaching. She hadn’t even cum yet, but she knew what was going to come was going to eclipse even the best orgasms her endlessly imaginative mind could have ever forged. She shuddered intensely, her moans intensified, and her body began to tense up even further, clenching down onto Hitch’s cock with renewed vigor that rivaled the tenacity of her sister.
Hitch felt his own body fill with a familiar sensation, the same one he had felt when he was nearing his limit with Zipp. The swirling feeling in his nuts, foreboding what would be a climax to rival all climaxes, and the intense feeling in his chest, one that told him the intent of what said climax would have. He was kissing Pipp’s womb with his cock each time he delved into her depths, and he felt her awaiting foal factory call upon him. She was waiting, ready, and fertile as could be, a perfect subject for her carnal might, and a perfect mare to claim with his foals. He upped his tempo, slamming her down onto him with every fiber of his being, intent to accelerate his bliss even at the cost of bringing this entire rut to its stupendous conclusion.
Their motions became a blur, Zipp’s moans filled the air alongside Pipp’s own in equal measures, and the three of them all knew what was coming. Nothing could excuse the primal motions being made, nothing except that intent to breed. The second and last princess of Zephyr Heights danced on the line between royalty and debauchery, but as the crescendo of their intimate embrace vastly approached, Pipp could feel how close Hitch was, and she chose her side. The air was heavy with the electric anticipation of the impending climax, a moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy waiting to be unleashed. Pipp could feel Hitch's cock throbbing inside her, a sign that he was on the precipice of release. In that very moment, she succumbed to her burning desires, eagerly surrendering to the approaching tidal wave of passion.
“Inside! Every last drop! Make me yours! Fill me like the fucktoy I am!”
Her screams were filled with a guttural tone that was wholly uncharacteristic of her, carrying with it a sheer desire to oppose everything she stood for. She didn’t yearn for praise, nor did she carry with herself her usual pompous demeanor, but rather all that laid within her words was the unfiltered desire to be treated like a cocksleeve, and to be claimed like nothing more than a broodmare. She abandoned her reservations, diving headfirst into her amorous allure, and allowed herself to savor the moment and her unfettered lust to the absolute peak. She struggled to contain herself, her mind fading in and out of sanity at a rapid pace, but she had to hold on for the briefest bit longer. She wanted to feel him pumping her full before she lost herself to her own climax.
Fortunately for her, it seemed her efforts bore fruit, as Hitch lifted her up nearly entirely off his cock. Keeping the faintest bits of his tip slipped between her folds, his cock flared intensely, and, abandoning any doubts, he slammed her down onto him with every ounce of power he had behind him. The impact of her weight slamming back down sent a hearty ripple throughout PIpp's drenched flank. Her tits bounced intensely on top of it, her sweat adding a satisfying wet effect to the clap they made. His strength was fueled by lust, the sheer bestial desire to claim a mare empowering his every nerve, and the sheer force of which he pushed her down challenged his deeper wants to ensure she went unharmed. Thankfully, her ecstatic cry was all he needed to know that he hadn’t gone too hard, and it was also what finally allowed his stamina to diminish entirely. Hilted entirely within her, his girth pushing her walls to their absolute limit, he let loose a guttural groan that echoed through the Brighthouse.
With a surge of cum, his orgasm began. Thick strings of seed bellowed out of his shaft and into Pipp’s womb, flooding it to the brim within the first few deliveries. His essence filled every last inch of her most sacred chamber, defiling her purity and marking her with the sign of what she now was—his mare. The volume he unleashed rivaled that of the amount he gave Zipp, which was only deserving. Pipp and Zipp were equally hot mares, and both deserved an equal amount of thorough breeding. His cum didn’t cease, breaking the floodgates the tip of his cock made as it gushed out into her pussy fully. Her walls were drenched in his molten ecstasy, every bit of her depths flooded with his fertile offering. The sheer volume he was filling her with was astonishing, as evidenced by her already chubby belly bulging even further, further testament to the truth of the matter.
Pipp threw her head back, eyes rolling back fully as she wailed with delight. “Yesssss! Give me your foaaaaaalsssss!!!”
Her words sounded slurred, as if she were barely even conscious, but the reason for it all was just. His seed ushered forth her climax, her stamina managing to hold out until the last second, and the climax that found her had all the force of a dying star and then some. A shockwave of electrifying stupor rippled through her body, assailing every nerve from head to hoof with unfathomable measures of sheer ecstasy. Her mind went blank, the intense tsunami of absolute euphoria far too much to handle, as her orgasm ran through her body. She spasmed and twitched intensely on Hitch’s cock, her walls convulsing upon themselves and attempting to wring the stallion for every last drop he could possibly afford. Still the effort was unnecessary, as she knew her dream had been found.
The amount of cum he unloaded into her was unquestionable, the state of her flooded womb a certainty. With so much potent seed stirring within her, the fact that she had been truly claimed was undeniable. Maybe one, hopefully two or three, but regardless…
She was pregnant with his foals.
The knowledge wrought upon her a similar reaction as to when Zipp had the same, ushering forth a second climax that only exponentially increased the potency of the first. Her mind, already partially shattered from it all, treaded near the brink of existence, threatening to plunge itself into the deepest depths of unconsciousness as she was facing off against an insurmountable mountain of pleasure.
Hitch braced himself as best he could, his legs shaking below him as he gave her his all. Every last drop of cum he could afford was pumped into the pegasus, but the immense amount proved too much for her depths to contain. Cum gushed past the seal his cock made on her entrance, spurting out towards the floor and coating Hitch’s thighs. It was an impressive volume that escaped Pipp’s pussy, a testament to the incredible amount of carnality Hitch had in him, but thankfully, there was a savior to the possible waste of nectar.
Having lost herself to her own bliss, riding out several small orgasms the entire time her sister was being bred, Zipp focused her gaze on the cum spilling out of her sister. She had savored the taste of it not even an hour ago, and the sight of it dripping down, being wasted, ignited a furious hunger within her. She wasn’t one to be this depraved, but she couldn’t help but admit his cum drove her crazy. It tasted divine, was divine, and it was the very seed that blessed her with who knows how many foals. Wasting such a precious resource would be wrong, and it certainly wasn’t something Zipp wanted to see. She craved him, craved his seed, and even though she had been fed and filled moments prior to her sister’s undoing, she still demanded to have more of it.
Like a vulture, she latched on to the opportunity. Setting Pipp’s phone carefully up to continue recording their antics, she quite literally dove towards the scene. Her asscheeks bounced from the sharp motions, her tits wobbled, and a trail of lust was left behind her as she swiftly took position beneath Hitch and Pipp. Wasting no time, a carnal hunger driving her, she began greedily lapping up every drop of cum that spilled out of her sister, cleaning the floor off, and eventually guiding her mouth to Hitch’s thighs.
The feeling of Zipp’s tongue lavishing his flesh, knowing she was hungrily consuming all the excess seed that Pipp couldn’t handle, made Hitch’s knees weak. As his climax reached its conclusion, the final ropes of cum escaping his nuts, he found his ability to stand sundered. Pipp’s weight and his own stamina being diminished forced him to yield, as he stumbled backwards, eyeing a nearby chair and allowing his knees to give in. He collapsed backwards, making sure to not hurt Pipp in any way as he did, landing on his rump and leaning back against the chair. He heaved air into his lungs, his lust finally feeling satiated as Pipp writhed atop of him, unable to come down from her unending serenity.
Pipp babbled nonsensically, shattered in the moment by everything she had endured. Her pussy gushed her lust, her depths continued to leak cum that Zipp hastily scooped up, and her face was one of lustful torment. She would never allow herself to look like this, to be so disheveled and ruined, but for this time, for this specific stallion, she couldn’t deny that it just felt right. Coming down from nirvana itself, her sanity and mind slowly reshaping themselves, her orgasms finally came to a conclusion, throwing her into the warm embrace of an absolutely tantalizing afterglow.
Hitch caught his breath, wincing with remnants of pleasure as Zipp dragged her tongue along his shaft, lapping up her sister's juices and his cum. His mind was awash in his afterglow, finding itself calmed and restored of its full sanity. Even with his logic restored, he didn’t regret what he had done. He had absolutely ruined two royal figures, pumped them full of foals, and just set himself down a path that would lead to a very extensive, but wondrous family. If anypony was going to carry his kin, he’d want it to be any of the mares in his group, and Zipp and Pipp were certainly part of it. A satisfied, joyous smile split his countenance, as he leaned his head back against the chair, sighing with relief, clarity, and overwhelming excitement.
It was clear as day he had impregnated the two, but it also meant their relationship had furthered. The kisses he had with the two of them weren’t just lust driven, but deep layers of romantic intent were intertwined. He knew his heart was captured by the two sisters, and he was absolutely certain they shared a similar feeling towards him, and there was no better way to start a herd than allowing it to contain such divine figures at the very start.
“That…was…haaah…amazing,” he panted, wiping sweat off his brow.
“Sho…fuchking…ghooooood…” Pipp slurred, leaning back onto his chest, slowly guiding her hoof down to rub herself while he remained inside her.
Zipp chuckled, giving Hitch’s shaft a parting kiss as she finished licking him clean. “I think that’s her cum-drunk way of saying she agrees~”
“Heh, don’t act so smug,” Hitch remarked, pointing over at her. “You were the same way just before, Ms. Tease A Ton~”
Zipp blushed as she averted her eyes. “Well…okay…maybe, but…but that’s your fault!”
“And you were the mastermind behind all of this, weren't you?” Hitch called out, eyeing her with suspicion. “The costumes, the teasing, the whole setup. Pipp isn’t usually the type to plan to such an extent, but you…you've got a crafty side, don't you~”
Zipp’s eyes went wide, nervously shifting her gaze left and right. “I - uh - I don’t…” She sighed, her ears folded back as she surrendered to his accusation. “Yeah alright, I did.” She puffed her cheeks out, scrunching her muzzle at him. “But can you blame me?! You’re hot! We’ve been needing a rut, and I’ve got the biggest crush on - mmph!”
She slammed her hoof over her mouth, silencing her own words before they could escape. Though, she had hinted at enough to let Hitch know. If his prior assumption wasn’t secure enough, Zipp’s slip up cemented it. She had feelings for him, clear, passionate, romantic ones, and he was more than happy to reciprocate them. Throwing her a smile, a sincere one that spoke volumes, he watched her demeanor calm.
“I feel that same, Zipp, and if you’d like to, I’m happy to make this a proper connection.” He shrugged, chuckling. “I mean, I did already pump a foal into you, so I guess we’re ahead by a few bases but…”
“Yes,” Zipp eagerly replied, beaming over at him. “Though, I hope you don’t mind sharing~” She gestured towards Pipp. “Because I’m not the only one with a crush…”
Realizing what Zipp was implying, Hitch looked down at Pipp. She was still a quivering mess, her expression still one of sheer cocklust. It was evident she was recovering at a much slower pace than Zipp had.
Zipp and Hitch exchanged glances. The heat of their passion was now mingled with a newfound connection, and the desire to explore their feelings was stronger than ever. Hitch ran a hoof gently through Zipp's disheveled mane, a warm, tender look in his eyes.
As Pipp's heavy breathing began to steady, she blinked a few times to regain her composure. Realization slowly dawned on Pipp and Zipp as they looked down at their costumes, which had become stained and dirty with their wild escapade. Zipp's once-pristine vampire attire was now soaked, matted in the aftermath of the session. Pipp’s costume, having already been revealing as is, clung to her curves. It was marked by smudges and wet patches, and she didn't know if the thought of not knowing from which of the three of them the juices came from was supposed to be as hot as it was to her.
Pipp couldn't help but giggle at the sight. "Well, it seems our costumes have seen better days, but I can't say I'm too upset about it."
"We should probably clean up, though,” Zipp chimed in, a mischievous grin on her face.
Hitch nodded in agreement, and the three of them began the process of cleaning themselves and the room they were in. The aftermath of their passionate encounter had left its mark. The room bore witness to their fervor, with splatters and streaks of cum and wet juices staining the floor and partially on some walls. Their costumes, too, were soaked and marked with the evidence of their lustful tryst. Pipp and Zipp exchanged playful glances as they worked together, cleaning up the tangible reminders of their shared ecstasy. Laughter filled the air, a mixture of embarrassment and camaraderie, as they wiped away the remnants of their intimate connection, leaving nothing but sweet memories behind.
An hour later, they emerged, fresh and rejuvenated, the remnants of their passion now a shared secret that bound them together more tightly than ever as they walked out of the Brighthouse. Their friends would surely return soon, certainly questioning the lack of work that had been done and why they wasted time, but that was a small consequence of the euphoria the three of them experienced.
Zipp and Pipp, their costumes now cleaned as best as possible, trotted ahead of Hitch. He watched them go, somewhat confused by their eagerness to lead the way, but in doing so, he was reminded of how revealing those costumes were. Those costumes were never accidental from the start, he knew now, but even then, Zipp and Pipp’s new energy in leaving him behind left him confused. Was it simply a display of newfound energy, or did they have something else in mind? The glint in their eyes hinted at secrets shared between the two sisters, secrets that now included him, leaving him intrigued.
As they walked, Hitch saw Pipp reach under her wing and pull out a single lollipop, a playful gleam in her eyes as she unwrapped it. The lollipop was a deep shade of red, just like the lingering passion between them, and frankly, after such an intense workout, looked quite delicious to Hitch.
With a smirk on both of their faces, they both leaned in and began to lick and suck on the lollipop, sharing it in an enticing display. Their tongues danced around the candy, swirling around it with skill, occasionally taking turns to make it delve deeper and deeper into their mouths with each pass. With every withdrawal from their mouths, thin strings of saliva bridged the gap between their lips and the candy, creating a sultry web of desire. The tantalizing display of their moist, glistening tongues left no doubt about their intentions. Hitch could even hear soft moans escaping their lips every time the candy parted from their lips, and every time it did, the lollipop was drenched more and more.
The sound of their sucking was soon accompanied by another, a clapping. With every blatantly emphasized step, their plump rear ends jiggled and swayed, causing their plush cheeks to clap together in perfect harmony. Their flanks became the focal point of their seductive dance, accentuated by their erotic movements and the sounds of moist kisses on the lollipop. Amidst the amorous sounds of their moist kisses on the lollipop, Hitch could hear the faint whispering between Pipp and Zipp as they exchanged words.
As they continued to suck, Pipp began, "And, Hitch, just so you know," with a sultry pause as she briefly parted from the shrinking candy, another string of saliva stretched from her lips.
“You may be tuckered out...” Zipp followed, a line of drool connecting her tongue to the lollipop as she exchanged a quick look with her sister.
They paused, each throwing him a lustful look, smirking deviously as they spoke in unison.
"But we're doing round two later~"
