Playmates

“So you’re sure Thunderlane is going to be gone all afternoon?” Button asked, trotting into the living room while quirking a brow.

“Mmmhmm,” Rumble smugly hummed. “He’ll be at practice for at least a few hours, and he usually goes out to eat with the Wonderbolts afterwards - trust me, we’ll have the place all to ourselves.”

It wasn’t all that uncommon that he was left unsupervised, but this was one of the few he genuinely looked forward to his brother’s absence - not because he had anything against his older sibling, but because he’d rather not have any adults around. Button had known each other for as long as he could remember, and there wasn’t a secret held between them. They talked about everything from games and homework to their budding sexual urges, though the discovery that they were both bottoms with a preference for hung studs did come as a pleasant surprise.

Though neither was terribly experienced in the bedroom, only having fooled around with one another, they desperately longed for a domineering stallion to really rut them - the problem was, that was easier said than done. Not only were they both relatively young, but neither wanted to settle for anything less than a pony packing some serious heat. While it was true that neither had much actual experience with anypony, they’d managed to save and spend their bits on a small number of rather large sex-toys - sex-toys that, despite using them on each other, had grown a bit bland. Fortunately for them, like a gift from the heavens, a solution to their depraved dilemma may have presented itself.

Bidix and Midig, Zebrican exchange students who’d recently enrolled in their class, were the perfect candidates for an experiment. The twin colts were roughly the same age and size as them, yet their endowment was positively obscene. Rocking stallionhoods that would put most adults to shame, the pair were as enticing as they were exotic. Hoping to get to know the duo, Rumble and Button invited them over for an afternoon of snacks and games - sure, there was only a slim chance that anything raunchy would happen, but there was certainly nothing wrong with trying to get a little action from the siblings.

Rearing back and peeking out the window, Button started. “Holy cow, they’re coming!”

Rumble nodded and hastily surveyed the den. He’d taken out several games for his Joy Boy V.2, there were snacks in the kitchen, and both he and Button had thoroughly prepared themselves for the occasion. Even if they only wound up hanging out for the afternoon, at least they’d be able to easily go ass-to-ass with the double-ended dong he kept stashed under his bed. Issuing a silent prayer to the heavens that their scheme worked, he trotted to the entryway and opened the door.

“Glad you two came!” he announced, stepping back and waving to the duo.

The pair of zebras smiled and slowed, coming to a halt on the welcome mat. The pair were nearly identical, save for a slight deviation in how they wore their manes. Bidix, being two minutes older than his brother, sported an imposing mohawk, while Midig had dreadlocks. Outside of their utterly behemoth packages, the two looked no different than a regular duo of school colts.

“Thanks for inviting us over,” Bidix began, stepping inside and nodding his thanks to the pegasus.

Following after his sibling, Midig smiled over at Button. “You two are the first ponies to have us for, what do you call it, a play date.”

The mention of date, though totally innocuous, caused Rumble’s cheeks to darken. “W…well you two seem pretty cool, so we thought you’d like to come over and have some fun with us.”

Wheeling around, having unintentionally given a view of his backside and large, darkly colored balls, the elder sibling smirked. “What kind of fun.”

Seeing his friend’s blush, Button cleared his throat. “Well we’ve got a lot of different games we can play - oh and there we’ve got snacks too!”

The twins positively beamed to one another, trotting over to inspect the entertainment center to admire the television, as Button and Rumble shared a knowing look. Things were off to a fine start so far, with the duo of striped colts showing up in good spirits, yet that was no guarantee that things would take any sort of salacious turn. Joining their guests, the two friends launched into a conversation over what game they could play first.

Much to their relief, the first hour of their visit went off without a hitch. They played an adventure game, griped about homework, and casually chatted about the difference of their cultures. Everything had been going smoothly - that was until the topic of relationships came up. Much to their delighted shock, things were apparently quite different in Zebrica than they were in Equestria.

According to the twins, it was relatively common for foals their age to start openly exploring their sexuality - in fact, it was embraced and celebrated. The fact that colts and fillies were allowed to become active in the bedroom came as a bit of a shock, yet Button and Rumble restrained their excitement. If their guests were open to having a bit of amorous fun, their passionate plan would be all the easier.

“Hey,” Rumble announced, trotting over and picking up a cartridge, “you want to try your hooves at a fighter?”

With an indifferent shrug, Bidix snatched up his controller. “Sure, but we’re pretty good at those.”

“Oh really?” Button asked, trying not to stare at the striped colt’s loins.

“It’s true,” Midig affirmed. “Not to brag, but we’ve won a few tournaments before.”

The turn of events couldn’t have been more perfect. Rumble had hoped to introduce a competitive element to their afternoon, and he’d just had the opening offered on a silver platter - still, everything would hinge on a silly little offer. Games of skill were lighthearted enough, but including a wager would up the stakes and make things exponentially more interesting.

Slapping his Backstreet Brawlers cartridge into the system, Rumble peeked over his shoulder. “So what are we going to bet?”

“Bet?” the twins asked in unison, looking in confusion at each other.

“Yeah,” Button chirped. Steeling himself, doing his to stay calm, he swallowed hard. “It doesn’t have to be anything important - like, ok, the loser sucks the winner’s dick.”

A tense silence filled the air, as the quartet glanced at one another. Rumble could always play off the offer as a joke, If the twins balked at the idea, but if they accepted the terms - well, convincingly throwing a match or two would be the easiest thing they’d done all day. Standing by the television, holding his breath, the little pegasus fidgeted in place.

“I’m game,” Bidix hummed.

Midig nodded seconds later. “So am I.”

“Well I hope you’re ready to taste some pega-dick, because I’m totally going to win,” Rumble murmured, his voice dripping with false bravado.

Easing himself by the sofa, below and beside the marginally older sibling, it took everything he had to remain composed. His heart was pounding, a nervous bead of sweat rolled down his brow, and he could practically smell the unusual yet captivating scent of the zebra’s loins - nevertheless, he couldn’t afford to lose too obviously. Pursing his lips and gluing his eyes to the screen, he selected his character and began the battle.

On a poetic note, he didn’t have to pretend to lose - he lost spectacularly. Though he’d initially sandbagged, it had taken him only a minute or two to figure out that Bidix was far more skilled than himself. By the end of the match, having been subjected to a demeaning finishing move, he’d been so focused on the game that he’d nearly forgotten the little bet.

“Well that settles that,” Bidix sighed, leaning back and sliding his rump to the very edge of the sofa. “Here you go…”

Still holding his controller, Rumble turned his head and started. Even over the young zebra’s thigh, he could spot a towering, absolutely monolithic length of dick. Either his guest had gotten a little excited over the game or he’d simply looked forward to getting sucked off - regardless, the growing erection was a not so subtle reminder that he had a job to do.

“W…well,” he sputtered, setting his controller down and getting to his hooves, “fair is fair…”

Trotting around to face the seated stud, his mouth began to water. Nearly as long and as thick as his leg, covered in pitch black flesh, the Zebra’s stallionhood was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. As he inched closer, his comparably diminutive colthood slipping from its sheath, he drew a deep breath through his nose, inhaled the ambrosial musk, and shuddered. The aroma was singular, similar yet markedly different to any ponies’ natural bouquet, drawing him in with an unspoken promise of sinful delights.

Bidix reached down with a foreleg and pushed his length toward the stricken pegasus. “It’s not too big ~ is it?”

Rumble shook his head and took a timid step forward, feeling his pucker excitedly wink. Simultaneously thrilled and anxious, he leaned in, opened his maw, and wrapped his lips around the cock-head before him. The second the velvety skin touched his tongue, his eyelids fluttered. Peering up at his guest’s handsome face, very much eager to begin, he steadily pressed his head forward.

Though he’d blown Button a few times, this was a totally different experience. Bidix’s endowment was an order of magnitude larger than his friend’s prick, a strong, masculine scent flooded his sinuses, and he felt like he could cum merely from worshiping such an awe-inspiring specimen of stallionhood. As the behemoth bumped against the back of his throat, he stifled a gag, filled his lungs, and relaxed his throat. Even if he couldn’t fit the entire thing down his gullet, he was sure as heck going to try.

Button’s eyes stayed glued on the lecherous scene playing out before him. He’d looked at plenty of naughty magazines before, and even a few videos, yet the sight of his buddy blowing their classmate was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Forgetting all about whom he was sitting next to, lost to his thoughts, he was snapped from his stupor when a controller landed in his lap.

“I wouldn’t mind getting some action like that,” Midig noted, motioning over to the pegasus choking himself on his brother, “if you’re down for a challenge of your own.”

Stopping himself from biting his bottom lip, Button sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “What did you have in mind?”

The zebra licked his lips, as he languidly stroked his semi-rigid length. “If I win, I get to fuck that cute little face of yours.”

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Button grabbed the controller and selected his character. “You’re on.”

It took less than a minute for him to get utterly trounced in the match - then again, he hadn’t even tried to put up a fight. Tossing his controller to the floor, he stretched his forelegs over his head, exasperatedly sighed, and cast his heavily lidded eyes over to his opponent. He couldn’t care less if the zebra knew he’d intentionally lost - no, the only thing on his mind was getting a chance to suck a truly monstrous cock.

“That was almost too easy,” Midig chuckled, draping his forelegs over the back of the sofa.

Wholly fixated on the pillar-like length of zebra meat, Button listed to his side and brought his snout to the imposing tool. “Yeah, my skills lie elsewhere.”

Before the striped colt could say anything, he popped the girthy tip of cock into his muzzle and loudly groaned. Rumble may have been on the quiet side, opting to silently choke on Bidix’ member, but he wasn’t about to be coy; the way he saw it, if he was going to suck somepony off, he was going to enjoy himself. Twisting and bobbing his head, skillfully running his tongue around the colt’s sensitive glans, he reached down and started jacking himself off.

Hungrily fellating the twins on the couch, Button and Rumble shared the same thought - they’d both struck a home run. They’d managed to bring a pair of exquisitely well-hung zebras over, they had the entire house to themselves, and they each got to worship a truly massive cock - that said, things their success brought with it an unintended byproduct. While there was nothing wrong with simply sucking somepony off, something they’d both fantasized about for what felt like ages, their backsides went woefully unstuffed.

In hindsight, had they known their guests would be so accommodating of their licentious motives, they would have stashed a dildo or two for the event - that or a camera to record the occasion. As they worked in tune, swabbing their throats with the twins’ tools, the striped siblings gradually took a more active roll. Bidix pressed a forehoof to the back of Rumble’s head, hastening his pace, while Midig bucked up and into Button’s face.

“Eager little sluts, aren’t they?” the dreadlocked colt mused.

Bidix nodded, peering into Rumble’s watering eyes. “They really are - heck, I wish the fillies back home were half this enthusiastic.”

The mention of fillies caused the duo of ponies to sputter around the thick shafts plumbing their throats. Neither of them had much interest in topping, so having two domineering, clearly interested studs to make use of them was like a dream come true. Abandoning their colthoods, more interested in pleasing their partners than playing with themselves, they fully committed themselves to getting the brothers off.

Working in tandem, taking sips of air if and when they could, the two young ponies were pushed to their limit. While they both had plenty of practice on dildos and one another, attempting to deep-throat a titanic stallionhood - a real stallionhood, wasn’t nearly as easy as they assumed. Tears rolled down their cheeks, their necks bulged with each downward plunge, and pre-cum oozed from their puny dicks, while their guests steadily increased their pace.

It wasn’t long before things reached a fevered pitch, with the siblings crossing the threshold. In spite of beginning shortly after his brother, Midig peaked first; grabbing Button’s mane, gritting his teeth, he rammed the colt’s head downward and buried the entirety of his length down into the young pony’s snout. Bidix climaxed seconds later, hilting himself in Rumble’s gullet while grunting victoriously.

Neither Rumble nor Button could see one another, only having a view of their lover’s bellies, but that was of little consequence. Their noses pressed to the zebras’ groins, completely cut off from air, a torrent of thick, virile seed coursed down their throats and directly into their stomachs. The pegasus’ eyes rolled, his vision fading, as he struggled to stay conscious - unbeknownst to him, his companion was in a similar, albeit nirvanic state.

Overstimulated, starved of oxygen, and with his heart thundering in his chest, the mixture of excitement and overstimulation drove the little earth pony over the edge. Without so much as touching himself, having abandoned his prick shortly after the zebra had begun rutting his face, he came. His colthood wildly twitched, disgorging his load onto the cushion of the sofa and smearing into his fur, as his abdomen rounded under the weight of the exotic colt’s gargantuan load.

“That hit the spot,” Bidix rasped, withdrawing his forehoof and allowing the pegasus to recoil from his shaft.

Following suit, letting Button falteringly rear back to get some air, Midig sighed. “It sure did…”

“S…sweet - Cough - Celestia,” Rumble croaked, pawing at his throat.

Looking over to his friend, he watched Button weakly gasp for breath. It only took him a second to realize his buddy had cum on the couch, but he wasn’t upset - if anything, he was a bit jealous. Stepping back and away from the sofa, savoring the few drops of jizz coating his tongue, his thoughts raced. As badly as he would have liked to get some relief, excusing himself to jack off was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Rematch,” he grunted, stricken by an idea. “If we have a rematch, the winner can fuck the loser - like actually fuck the loser.”

It was a brazen proposition, one borne from maddening desire, yet it was the best his lust-crazed mind could come up with. He had a bottle of lube in the room, both he and his companion were already prepared to get plowed, and the thought of being bred by a youthful stud sent the fires of his passion roaring into an inferno. As he turned around and stepped over to the Joy Boy, he made a show of bending over and displaying his pillowy tush.

He had intended to give a naughty little show, wiggling his backside while pretending to fumble for another game for them to play, but the sound of a blissful moan caught his ear. Peeking over his shoulder, he froze. Instead of downplaying their loss in the prior match, his friend had doubled down and buried his face in Midig’s package.

Relishing the post-climactic euphoria, Button wantonly sniffed and licked the musky folds of the younger sibling’s sheath. He’d only known the zebra for a month, they’d been in the living room for less than two hours, and his time fellating the diminutive stud had only lasted a few minutes - despite all of that, he felt like he was in love. Nopony had ever made him cum as hard or as fast as the exchange student had, and his hormonally charged brain demanded he venerate the magnificent equine beneath him.

Giggling like a school filly, he drew his tongue down the thick root of stallionhood and to the plump, weighty pair of balls resting between Midig’s thighs. Stars above - even though he hadn’t gotten a full mouthful of spunk, the remnants of seed coating his taste buds made him swoon. In that instant, regardless of what his friend was scheming, he wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than rutted by the small, banded adonis.

Scrunching his snout, Rumble waved to the controller resting against Bidix’s thigh. “Come on, let’s get this over with…”

They both knew how the match was going to go, that he was going to get his ass destroyed in the game so he could get his ass destroyed in real life, but they went through with it regardless. Their first bout went as expected, with him being bodied easily, the second involved a bit of back and forth, but the third ended with a spectacular victory by his guest. With the champion proclaimed, he wheeled around and grinned.

“I guess that settles that,” he remarked, dropping the controller.

Bearing a conceited, knowing smirk, Bidix flexed his groin and caused his stallionhood to bob. “Don’t feel too bad, I have a big, juicy joystick for you to play with.”

Stepping up, putting a foreleg to either side of the zebra’s hips, Rumble dragged his chest over the gigantic stallionhood. “I think I can -”

“Fuck me,” Button interrupted, springing up and leaping onto his back, “please!”

Though he was probably expected to have a rematch himself, he couldn’t be bothered. He wanted - needed to get rutted. Having totally ignored Rumble and Bidix’s bout, he’d lost himself to his maddening lust. It felt like he was going insane, his thoughts clouded by a miasma of desire, and his one and only concern was having his interior painted by the young sibling’s potent, heady seed. Lifting his hind legs, using the flexibility afforded to his nubile frame, he grabbed his fetlocks and presented himself in the most slatternly fashion he could imagine.

The provocative invitation was all the inspiration Midig required. Pushing himself up, standing on the cushions of the sofa, he stepped over to the supine colt. “You want this?” he tauntingly asked, bucking his hips and grinding his length against the pony’s miniscule coin purse.

Button’s heart skipped a beat, staring down the utterly colossal length pressed against him. Compared to the zebra’s member, his colthood was downright pathetic, looking more like a clit than a dick, yet the disparity of their sizes only fanned the flames of his primal longing. Abandoning what little dignity he had left, he lowered his forelegs down the back of his thighs, grabbed his behind, and wantonly spread his buns.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Midig purred, bringing the tip of his shaft to the colt’s entrance.

With one smooth, unstoppable motion, he plunged his stallionhood into his all too eager mate. Button trembled from hoof to head, pre-cum drooling from his painfully turgid prick, as the behemoth slid deeper and deeper into his bowels. It wasn’t until the zebra was nearly hilted, leaving his thick medial ring nestled against the young pony’s stretched pucker, he withdraw and started fucking in earnest.

Not to be outdone, Rumble quickly followed suit. Climbing atop the elder sibling, he spun around and got into position. Be darned if he was going to let Button have all the fun, so he acted as a reckless haste borne of hubris - sadly, his zeal got the better of him. As he threw his weight down, sheathing the godly tool in his snug confines, he nearly collapsed.

Unlike his friend, who’d been given the small mercy of a relatively slow intrusion, he was stuffed in the blink of an eye. The heat permeating his core was everything he could have dreamed up, an order of magnitude better than any sex-toy on the planet. His tail hole spasmed around the enormous shaft, his legs buckled, and the breath hitched in his throat, yet he was able to keep himself from being impaled completely - or so he thought.

“Almost there,” Midig whispered, extending his forelegs and grabbing the pegasus’ ample hips.

Before Rumble could utter a reply, he was wrenched downward. The entirety of the miniature stud’s length sank into him, rearranging his insides and demolishing his tender p-spot, and he was undone by his hubris. His little colthood maddeningly throbbed, painting the carpet with his thin, watery spunk, as a whorish groan escaped him.

Simply being penetrated was nearly enough to make him climax on the spot, yet a swift slap on his rump snapped him from his bliss. Peering over his shoulder, seeing the zebra looking up at him, he summoned the willpower to continue. Even though he was the one with a cock in his ass, his decision to seize the initiative meant he had work to do. Raising his waist and freeing several impossibly long inches of dick from his tush, he rolled his hips back and began bouncing on his stud.

Midig kneaded and affectionately squeezed the colt’s roft rump, watching his length rhythmically slip in and out of the pony’s pucker. “Yeah,” he muttered, giving a second, playful smack, “really milk it like the needy bitch you are.”

Though the dirty talk did nothing to slow Rumble’s inevitable release, nor did the view of Button getting his brains screwed out beside them, he couldn’t lose focus. His buddy had always been a bit more servile, waxing poetic over wishing to be pinned down and plowed, yet he preferred to take a more energetic role. Clenching his ass on the upstrokes, while relaxing on his descents, he smiled back at his mate.

“You’re so big,” he moaned, throwing his head back.

The pleased chuckle from Midig was music to his ears, spurring him onward. He’d always yearned to embrace his theatrical side, hoping to be the eager butt-slut on a porno someday, but he never thought he’d be able to live out the fantasy at such a tender age. Ignoring his tiny endowment, fixating wholly on earning a second load from the stud, he gradually increased his pace.

“H…harder,” Button mewled, his hind legs pressed to either side of his head. “Harder, Daddy!”

Being contorted into a mating press was more intense and captivating than he could have ever imagined. All freedom had been robbed from him, save for a bit of movement in his neck, and he’d been reduced to little more than an ona hole for the savagely thrusting colt above him. His eyes shot back and forth between Bidix’s smug face and his flailing, flaccid prick, unsure of what was more enticing, until he saw it - a bulge disappearing and reappearing in his abdomen.

He’d heard stories about ponies being plowed so hard that the imprint of their lover’s stallionhood could be seen, yet wouldn’t have guessed that he’d ever see such a marvel in person, let alone experience it himself. The wind was driven from him with each buck of Midig’s hips, driving him into the arm of the couch, he mewled like a mare in heat. His lover may have been small, but the stud definitely knew how to use every inch of his monstrous dick.

It felt like he’d been getting railed for an eternity, but it came to an end all too quickly. As the zebra shuffled back, pulling his length from the colt’s clinging hole, he was stricken by a sudden panic. “W…why’d you stop?”

“I wanna watch them going at it,” Midig grumbled, releasing the pony’s legs.

Looking past his guest, Button gasped. At some point or another, while he’d been getting rutted into oblivion, his friend had changed positions. He’d been vaguely aware that his buddy had started with a reverse cowgirl, but that had come to an end. Pinned in what he could only describe as the raunchiest full-nelson he’d ever seen, the grey colt was getting ruthlessly bred by the elder sibling. Midig snorted, prompting him to move away from the corner of the couch.

“Alright,” the dreadlocked colt snickered, making himself comfortable, “time for you to do the work.”

“Y…yes, Daddy,” Button breathed.

As he straddled his mate, assuming a traditional cowgirl position, he fleetingly glanced back at his friend. It was a bit of a shame that he wouldn’t be able to watch his buddy getting railed, but he wasn’t that bothered. Sinking onto his knees, shivering as he filled his needy ass, his concerns melted away.

Raising and lowering the Rumble, effectively using the colt like a fuckable sex-toy, Bidix brought his muzzle to the pegasus’ ear. “I bet you love this, bitch.”

Try as he might, Rumble could only whimper a response. “Y…yesh,” he slurred, teetering on the cusp of release.

He hadn’t even touched himself, yet he knew he was about to cum. Robbed of what remained of his self-control, feeling the strength flee from him, he struggled to hold out for as long as he could. While there was no real need to restrain himself, he wanted to test himself, to see just how much he could endure. Only when the pressure became overwhelming, his little bitch-button being beaten into submission, did he slip into ecstasy’s embrace.

His climactic howl filled the air, joining the drumbeat of slapping flesh from colliding bodies to create a depraved symphony, his colthood slung jizz over his chest, belly, and the floor. It was without a doubt the strongest, most intense orgasm he’d ever had, to the point where the oblivion of blacking out beckoned to him. Only through his determination and pure willpower was he able to remain conscious, sensing the stallionhood ruining him beginning to flare.

Languidly looking over and seeing Midig furiously screwing Button, he realized he wasn’t the only one about to get a hot load of foal-batter erupting inside of him. The younger zebra gripped his friend’s hips, bucking up while the colt slammed his behind downward, and smiled over at him. He would have loved to watch the show playing out beside him - alas, it wasn’t meant to be.

“Gonna - Nnnph - claim this sweet little ass of yours,” Bidix snarled, his rhythm growing frantic. “From now on, you’re mine.”

Mere seconds from swearing fealty to the stud, it happened - the zebra came. Scalding seed surged into Rumble, surging through his insides with each pulse of his mate’s pulsing length. The heat and volume alone was insane, nearly indescribable, and it utterly devastated him. Though he’d cum less than a minute prior, he was wracked with a second, cataclysmic climax that made the world seem to spin.

Button could hear the pair behind him peak, yet he didn’t pay it any mind. Midig’s set jaw, frantic thrusting, and the sensation of the behemoth cock swelling in his bowels meant only one thing - he was about to fulfill his purpose. There were few things he yearned for more than being a strapping, masculine stallion’s personal cum-dumpster, and he was about to fulfill the fantasy. Mustering every bit of strength he had, he steadied himself and hilted his stud.

“Yes,” he wailed, clamping his pucker around the thick root of the young zebra’s length, “breed me!”

A tidal wave of spunk surging into him, accompanied by Midig’s victorious grunt, was his reward. His legs quaked, he felt as though his heart may explode, and he was flung into a maddening sea of bliss. What little spunk he had left was quite literally fucked out of him, dribbling from his flaccid, untouched prick, as his belly gurgled and rounded from what felt like a gallon of seed. If there was a better way for their afternoon to have concluded, he couldn’t think of it.

The room grew quiet and still, as the quartet of colts heaved air into their chests. Midig and Bidix, either merciful or simply exhausted, reclined and allowed the pair of ponies to recuperate. Sweat covered their small bodies, the air positively reeked of sex, and cum seeped from the Rumble and Button’s stuffed, battered holes, sinking into the couch and matting their fur.

“B…buck,” Rumble rasped, “where’d you learn to -”

Click

The sound of a turning lock and opening door wrenched him from his euphoria, bringing his eyes to the entryway. Even if he didn’t have nearly a foot of dick lodged inside him, he wouldn’t have been able to move - heck, he wasn’t even sure he could walk! All he could do was breathe, his back pressed to the zebra’s chest, as a pair of stallions walked inside.

“Rumble, I…” Thunderlane trailed off, spying the four colts upon the couch.

Drawing to a halt beside him, Soarin quirked a brow and grinned. “Well it looks like somepony is having fun!”

“I…I…I can explain!” Rumble bleated.

“Uh-huh - sure you can…” Thunder snickered, slowly turning and crossing through the living room. “Just be sure you clean all that up.”

Rumble could scarcely believe his ears. His older brother, his own flesh and blood, hadn’t batted an eye at the sinful scene he’d stumbled in on. Flapping his jaw in disbelief, unsure of what to say, if anything should be said at all, he slowly nodded. If he’d only known that his sibling was aware of his preferences, he would have been far, far more bold with flaunting his more flamboyant side - nevertheless, the Wonderbolt had one more surprise in store for them.

“You two,” Thunder added, peeking back and pointing a wing at the pair of zebras, “if you want to get some real action at some point, let us know.” Without skipping a beat, his large, pillowy rear leveled at the couch, he leaned forward, pressed his chest to the floor, and slapped his backside.

Apparently just as thirsty as his teammate, Soarin wiggled his ass and giggled. “We’ll show you how to really work a dick…”

Before any of the colts could say a thing, the duo of stallions trotted away and out of sight. It was possibly the most jarring turn of the afternoon, leaving the group of young ponies speechless, but they all knew what had to be done. Lazily unsheathing themselves and getting to the floor, helping support one another, the raunchy band of classmates smiled tiredly.

“May we use your shower?” Midig and Bidix asked in unison, turning their attention to the little pegasus.

“You can,” Rumble croaked, leaning heavily on the elder sibling, “but only if we can join you.”

He could barely stand, much less process everything that had happened over the last hour. Nearly every part of him was sore, he was pretty sure his backdoor would be tender for a week, and he nearly looked pregnant from the two insanely large deposits of jizz he’d had pumped into him, but he couldn’t have been happier. Hobbling through the house and to the washroom, with Bidix and Button just behind him, he merrily hummed to himself. As far as he was concerned, if Thunder and Soarin wanted to join them next time, he’d be more than happy to show off his new, striped friends…