Harem Alliance

As Chuckle spread his sister open with his hooves, he leaned in close and inhaled deeply. "You smell just like momma..."

This was an outright lie. Chuckle had never slept with his mother, and had never called her "momma" before. He always called her "mum" to her face, and "mother" when referring to her while speaking to somepony else. He never referred to her as "momma."

However, Weeping didn't know this. Their relationship was not the most well-connected, and they sometimes didn't speak for months on end. Sure, they would catch up around the holidays, but they certainly didn't spend a lot of time talking to each other.

Still, as her clitoral hood winked at him, she was reminded that her words were not her own. Perhaps his words were being forced out by the spell, too. "Well, you tasted better than daddy did... Put it in, already!"

The zebra on the couch squealed in delight, squeezing himself as he watched. He was perhaps the only one in the room enjoying himself.

As Chuckle lined himself up, he was allowed to close his eyes, and he did so, dissociating from the situation as he slid in smoothly. He let out a small, guttural groan as his balls pressed up against her. "Gods, you feel so wet and tight..."

"And you're so big," she moaned back. Her internal muscles were milking him, doing what they could to suck him in further. "I've had lots of stallions inside of me, but none of them have ever been as good as you..."

That was actually a true statement. Not that it felt good to be doing this, but she had been known to be easy to bed, and also, he was a lot bigger than she was used to. Were it not for the fact that they were related, he really would be the best stallion of the bunch.

Then he started to move. He drew out slowly, his pulse rippling along her walls. As his flared tip was mere centimetres from pulling out, he drove back in at full force. She let out a moan, feeling her fullness as he pressed his chest to her back. As she closed her eyes, she could feel his strong front legs holding tightly around her waist, the deftness of his hooves as they massaged her breasts, and the warmth of his body as it pressed her down. Her pussy was quavering for him.

He drove into her again and again, picking up speed as he went. She actually felt really good, especially in comparison to some of the tighter mares he'd bedded. A lot of them were banking on the fact that they were hot and still tight to qualify as a good lay, but she was really working his shaft. She'd grip him like her life depended on it as he slid out, then opened wide to let him back in. He could feel how much she wanted him in there.

"H-ha!!! Ha-arder!" she whined, and he obliged, picking up speed and driving his cock as deep into her as he could. He was like a beast now, giving into his base desire to breed her. He'd never had such a good pussy before, and she was just begging him to stay.

After a few minutes, they separated, and he stumbled forward as she turned around, panting heavily. He practically howled with pleasure as she slurped her own pussy juices off of his cock, turgid and throbbing in her hot breath.

Suddenly, his hoof was on the back of her head, her mane wrapped around his wrist. He began to pump into her mouth and down her throat as she squeezed his arsecheeks. Were his hips not already bucking into her, her grip would have forced that movement, anyway.

Moments later, he came down her throat, and he came hard. As he held himself deep inside of her, her tongue shot out and lapped at his balls, practically licking them clean. He couldn't take anymore, and he fell over, rolling onto his back.

But she wasn't done with him, yet. Lifting up his knee over her shoulder, she gagged on his cock, bobbing her head up and down frenetically, trying to coax out even more of his cum.

Because of her fervor, he barely had any refractory period, and was hard again within a minute. Using his other back leg to hold her head in place, he began to pump his hips, pounding into her as his hoof went straight for her slit.

Whether it was lack of air or bliss, she began to feel her body go numb. The only thing she could feel was the pleasure in her cunt.

Once they were worked back up, he tossed her to the floor and climbed on top of her, pressing his cock against her cunthole. With a hard slam, he rammed against her cervix, and began to thrust hard and deep, his balls slapping wildly and audibly against her arsehole.

She would have screamed out in absolute feral pleasure, had he not dug his tongue into her mouth and filled it with the taste of her pussy, which she'd only just managed to replace in her mouth after his cock was clean. Here it was again for her, to remind her how good her throatfuck had felt.

He, however, was met with the flavour of his own cock, combined with little dribbles of his own cum that were still stuck to her lips. We wasn't fond of the taste of a stallion's cum, but this was his own. It added a certain satisfaction and reminded him that she'd been sucking him off moments ago, and it had felt wonderful.

It was only then that he opened his eyes and remembered what he'd forgotten. He'd been operating by feel and instinct, and had completely forgotten that he was now slapping his balls against his sister's arse. Her pussy felt so warm, so wet, so inviting, and the look on her face was that of pure pleasure with her eyes still closed. She was squeezing him hard. There was no denying that he was going to cum again, and soon. And to make matters even worse, the zebra that was fapping upside down on the couch had not provided them with condoms. He could taste his cum on her breath, and that only cemented the fact that he was inside of her, completely raw.