Playmates

“Can we go out now?” Soarin whispered, glancing from the closed doorway of the room to his friend’s face.

Thunder’s smirk never wavered, as he slowly shook his head. “Be patient. We’ll catch them just before they leave, don’t worry so much.”

While neither he nor his buddy had planned on discovering a rowdy scene in his living room, that’s exactly what fate had in store for them. Practice with the Wonderbolts had been cut short, since Spitfire hadn’t been feeling well, so they’d flown back to his home to relax and maybe surprise his little brother with some pizza - sadly, what they’d found was anything but heartwarming. Hearing scandalous and wildly questionable noises at the door, before they’d even stepped a hoof inside, he and his teammate had peeked inside and found a deliciously depraved display.

He’d known both Rumble and Button were budding butt-sluts, despite their almost laughable attempts to hide their lewd preferences, yet he hadn’t the foggiest idea that the duo were friends with a pair of absurdly well-hung zebra colts. As he and his friend watched the young ponies getting absolutely destroyed, an idea coalesced. If the little striped studs wanted a real experience between the sheets, he’d be more than happy to oblige them.

The first part of his scheme had been innocent enough, given the circumstances, and it had gone flawlessly. Both he and Soarin saw themselves in, utterly downplayed the wildly raunchy scene, and gave just the tiniest hint that they’d be willing to give the virile zebras a roll in the hay. Once their nonchalant introduction was complete, he’d taken his friend to go change, shower, and prepare for the next phase of their plan.

Regardless of whether they’d get lucky or not, neither of the stallions could bring themselves to do anything before they’d showered. Once they’d entered Thunder’s room, they’d locked the door, stripped, and taken turns cleaning themselves, both inside and out, in the private bathroom. It hadn’t taken either of them long to wash up, but the riskiest part of their scheme was still ahead of them.

Both Thunder and Soarin were fully grown, being markedly larger and heavily built than a svelte little femcolt like Rumble, yet they had charms of their own. Both stallions were lucky enough to have sublimely large, pillowy behinds, one of the benefits of calculated exercise and a healthy diet, and their experience with bottoming was leagues beyond what any mere colt could do - that said, there was no guarantee that either of the zebras would be interested in dominating somepony so much larger than themselves.

“Are you sure it looks good?” Soarin inquired, shaking him from his thoughts.

“It looks fine, stop worrying,” Thunder hissed, reflexively peeking back at himself.

Whereas he’d chosen a neon blue skirt, fishnet leggings, and a jockstrap, his teammate had donned an electric pink micro skirt, thong, and striped knee socks. Considering they’d regularly convene at his house before going out for a night of fun, trolling for domineering studs to seduce, he had plenty of outfits stashed away in his room. Momentarily second-guessing his selection of attire, wondering if he should have gone for the boy shorts instead, the sound of hooves outside caught his ear.

“Come on,” he breathed, turning the doorknob, “it’s showtime.”

Opening the door and trotting outside, he nearly stumbled right into the diminutive mohawked zebra - then again, that’s exactly what he’d intended to do. His bedroom was right next to Rumble’s chamber, so he and Soarin had been laying in wait to ambush his exotic guests before they left for the evening. Stumbling back, feigning surprise, he smiled down at the young zebra.

Be darned if he knew what the colt’s name was, but the reaction he got was absolutely priceless. The striped stud’s eyes widened slightly, as he gazed at the towering stallion in awe. Seizing the moment, sure he couldn’t be caught, he glanced to the lad’s groin. Sure enough, in spite of having gotten his dick wet less than an hour earlier, the colt’s gargantuan, jet-black stallionhood drooped beneath him.

“Sorry about that,” he murmured, extending a hoof, “Soarin and I were just heading out for the evening.”

“Don’t worry about it,” the zebra replied, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away. “We should have been paying attention.”

Thunder rolled his eyes and dismissively batted a forehoof, waving away the tyke’s concerns. “Please - it’s our fault for barging out. The name’s Thunder, by the way,” he noted, extending a foreleg.

“Bidix,” the colt replied, shaking the stallion’s forehoof.

Stepping closer to Soarin, seemingly entranced by the turquoise stallion’s flank, the sibling grinned. “And I’m Bidix.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Bidix,” Soarin hummed, grinning from ear to ear, “I’m Soarin.” Without so much as offering a hoofshake, he wheeled around, presented his succulent rear to the colt, and dipped his chest toward the floor. “If you don’t mind me asking, do you think this thong clashes with my coat?”

“I…I don’t…” Bidix stammered, his length appearing beneath him, “I don’t think it l…looks bad at all!”

“Forgive him,” Thunder chuckled, shaking his head, “he’s just a bit excited.”

Midig cocked his head to the side, looking back and forth between the slatternly dressed Wonderbolts. “Excited for…?”

Positively beaming, Soarin turned to face the colts. “We’re hoping to find a pair of big-dicked stallions tonight! You want to join us?”

“Soarin, please, they’re clearly not those sort of colts,” Thunder grumbled, glowering over at his friend. Soarin was like a brother to him, but the slutty stallion had always been a bit too excitable when it came to lustful matters. “Anyways, yes, we were going to go out cruising for studs tonight.”

“So you saw us earlier and got that turned on?” Bidix snickered, licking his lips. “If we’d known you were that thirsty, we would have come to your room right after we were done with your brother and his friend.”

The brazen remark took Thunder completely off guard, giving him a moment for pause. It’d been clear that the pair knew what they were doing when it came to fucking, totally dominating both Rumble and Button, yet he hadn’t predicted they’d be bold enough to openly flirt with somepony so much older than themselves. His shock shifted to amusement, as he lowered his head toward the mohawked colt.

“While I am flattered, that’s rather bold of you,” he mused. “You think you can back that up?”

“Please back it up,” Soarin groaned, hiking one hind leg to display an almost hilariously puny bulge within his panties. “I’ve been leaking pre-cum just thinking about you two.”

The twins glanced at each other, locking eyes for the briefest moment, before they mutely changed course and trotted into Thunder’s bedroom. Soarin practically pranced in after them, as giddy as a filly on prom night, while Thunder sauntered behind them and closed the door. Just like that, with but the slightest bit of seduction and boasting, the pegasi had gotten the exotic colts right where they wanted them.

“Well,” Midig grunted, trotting to and hopping up onto the foot of the bed, “I’m not sure what you two had in mind, but how about you start like any good bitches.”

Bidix joined his brother, seating himself a few feet from his sibling, and hung his hind legs over the edge of the mattress. “If you two want us to breed you, you’re going to have to earn it.”

Thunder and Soarin shared a knowing look, bit back a laugh, and sashayed over to their virile guests. They’d been friends for decades, having grown up together in Cloudsdale, and they knew one another like the back of their hooves - as such, they didn’t waste any time with banter. It wasn’t the first time they’d worked in tandem, and it almost assuredly wouldn’t be the last, as they faced the colts, eased themselves onto their haunches, and pressed their muzzles to the not-so-little zebra’s groins.

Similar to a pony stallion’s, yet having a subtle uniqueness he’d never experienced before, a strong, heady fragrance drifted to Thunder’s nostrils. He’d fooled around with more ponies than he could count, yet he’d never been lucky enough to indulge with a zebra before. Burying his nose in Bidix’s musky sack, appreciating the sheer size of the young stud’s balls, he drew his tongue up the colt’s length and wrapped his lips around the thick tip of stallionhood.

He couldn’t say how Rumble or Button had kicked things off, having found them well into the act, but he saw no point in beating around the bush. Reaching up one wing, while he affectionately fondled the hefty balls before him, he leaned back and angled the monstrous length toward his face. From the second he’d seen the pair in action, he’d known the twins had exceptional equipment - that said, it wasn’t until he stared down the girthy shaft that he fully appreciated their staggering size.

In spite of their age, the siblings had to have two of the fattest cocks he’d ever laid eyes on. Shifting his focus from the immense stallionhood and to Bidix’s grinning face, he pressed forward, relaxed his throat, and all but inhaled the colt’s thick, vascular dick. One benefit of his imposing stature was that, no matter how hung his partners were, he’d yet to meet sompony he couldn’t throat with relative ease.

“F…fuck,” Bidix sputtered, wincing as he watched the Wonderbolt suck him off.

The surprised note, paired with the sensation of the cock twitching in his gullet, would have been music to his ears, had a noise not distracted him. Glancing over, hearing a series of choked gags, he scrunched his nose. He’d figured his friend would have perilously little self-restraint, yet he’d underestimated just how enthused his buddy would be to choke on some cock.

With his forehooves gripping Midig’s hips, and his lover holding his head, Soarin face-fucked himself with reckless abandon. Saliva dribbled past his lips, his eyes watered, and his neck obscenely bulged with every plunge, while he swabbed his throat like a cum-starved whore. It had been ages since he’d bedded anypony even remotely endowed as the tiny stud, and he was not about to half-ass the experience.

“Mwah,” he exclaimed, fully withdrawing and kissing the blunt crown of stallionhood. “Mercy me, what have you been feeding this thing?” he asked, smirking up at the colt.

“Mostly Zebrican fillies,” Midig purred, “but I think it’s getting a taste for sissy ponies.”

Dragging his cheek along the behemoth’s slickened side, Soarin felt a shiver run up his spine. “In that case…”

Peeking over at Thunder, seeing his friend moving at a much more relaxed pace, he closed his eyes and plunged the obsidian shaft into his snout and down his throat. He couldn’t care less about hooking up with someone younger than himself, even a classmate of Rumble’s - the only thing that mattered to him was that his partners were tops, dominant, and preferably rocking some serious equipment.

Taking care to continue bobbing his head, giving himself the periodic sip of air, he pushed himself up and into a standing position. The exact specifics of sucking the tyke off didn’t matter, so he didn’t have to remain seated like his teammate, but there was one thing he needed to be mindful of - when Midig was getting close. While he wouldn’t have minded getting a belly full of fresh, virile protein, he would much rather his first time with a zebra end with his ass getting well and thoroughly bred.

Though he couldn’t see it, he could feel his puny colthood smearing the inside of his panties with pre-cum. At a glance, he was no different than any other stallion, being of an average slight and decent build, yet his package was anything but. Even when fully erect, his meager length looked more like a colorful button mushroom than an actual cock - not that he was complaining. Be it from fate or circumstance, he much preferred getting bent over and railed than touching his pitiful tool.

“You’re an even bigger slut than those colts we fucked earlier,” Midig huffed, bringing Soarin’s eyes up to his face. “Step closer and really let me fuck that cute little face of yours.”

Soarin could have swooned, as the colt awkwardly got to his hooves and shuffled back. He hadn’t anticipated the tyke being that forceful, but he wasn’t about to complain. As he lowered his head and inching forward, pressing his chest to the end of the mattress, his lover mounted his muzzle and started thrusting. Though he could have thrown the little stud off, the rough treatment was exactly what a slutty bottom-bitch like him needed.

Ignoring the action beside him, Thunder focused on his pint-sized mate. Unlike his friend, his approach was markedly more sensual and erotic. The tips of his wings played over Bidix’s back, his hoof tenderly kneaded the colt’s weighty nuts, and his tongue massaged the sensitive underside of stallionhood sinking in and out of his esophagus. Different though their approaches were, they had agreed to one small detail - they were both going to show the exchange students what a seasoned bottom could do.

Though the Wonderbolts’ approaches differed wildly, the end result was the same - both colts were loving the affection. With Midig wildly humping into Soarin’s face, and Bidix relishing the affectionate blowjob, the siblings grew increasingly heated. Their rigid stallionhoods grew moist with saliva, while their older suitors mopped their shafts with pouting lips and skillful tongues.

“And I thought - Mmmph - our classmates were the sluts,” Midig croaked, his nuts slapping against Soarin’s chin.

Pressing ever so slightly on the back of Thunder’s head, staring down at the action, Bidix nodded. “Oh yeah - I can’t talk about your pegasus, but mine definitely knows how to work a cock.”

Giving a particularly rough thrust, the sibling caused Soarin to gag. “It’s like he wants to choke on it.”

Even with massive dicks lodged in their snouts, Soarin and Thunder glanced at one another. The little zebras had taken the bait, the hooks were set, and all that was left was to reel them in for the real fun. Doling out blowjobs was a darn fun way to kick things off, and an easy out if they somehow snagged a stallion who was packing something unimpressive, but they had the same goal in mind - feeling those massive tools buried in their backsides.

In unison, the Wonderbolts’ backed away and unsheathed the lengths from their clinging throats. While Thunder was able to free himself easily enough, simply stepping back and away, Soarin had to shove the energetic zebra off his head to get away. As they got clear, both pegasi licked their lips, turned around, and presented their plush posteriors. If the colts were excited to get fellated, they couldn’t wait to get to the main event.

“You colts ready to put those big, fat cocks to work?” Soarin purred, flipping his skirt and spreading his cheeks with his wings.

Rolling his hips, Thunder clapped his ass. “Trust me, we’re way better than your classmates,” he cooed, winking back at them. As soon as the twins went to dismount from the bed, likely intent on mounting him and his friend, he held up a hoof to stop them. “Just one catch…”

Midig knit his brow, standing at the edge of the mattress. “That being?”

“Lay down,” Soarin shot back, “we’re gonna do all the work.”

The colts, though looking none too pleased with the development, did as asked. Trotting to the center of the mattress, situated a few feet apart, the duo eased themselves down and reclined onto their backs. While they may have had fun with the younger ponies earlier that afternoon, neither had any idea what they were in store for.

“Comfy?” Soarin sweetly asked, hopping up and onto the bed.

Midig nodded, watching him step over his supine frame. Moving over the zebra, feeling the towering stallionhood drag across his belly and to his spine, he gnawed his bottom lip. As fun as it would be to get railed out doggy, the difference of their heights would make the task an onerous one - that and he wanted to see the little stud’s face while they were going at it. Getting into position, having pulled his thong from betwixt his backside, he kissed the tip of cock with his winking pucker.

He would have done a bit of teasing, had he been with anypony else, but he was too excited for his own good. Lowering his hips and relaxing his hole, slowly exhaling, he gradually impaled himself on the meaty monolith. His heart raced, his backdoor stretched around the girthy shaft, and his prick oozed pre-cum into his thong, as he was slowly filled by the biggest cock he’d ever been lucky enough to wrangle with.

It took him a minute to fully hilt his mate, relishing the sensation of slowly being filled, but he eventually found his cushiony rear seated squarely on Midig’s hips. In a word, it felt incredible; the last time he’d had something so large in his ass had been at a party when he’d gotten drunk and ridden an obscenely sized dildo for a crowd - even then, the sensation didn’t compare. With the fat medial ring resting squarely on his p-spot, he smiled down at the colt, braced his legs, and started fucking himself on his pint-sized paramour.

“God,” he groaned, hammering his tush on the tyke, “you’re so big.”

With the stallion’s forehooves to either side of his head, Midig falteringly grinned. “And you’re pretty tight for a slut.”

There were a thousand things Soarin could have said, finding the floundering bravado absolutely precious, but he decided to let his actions speak for him. Leaning back, languidly beating his wings to support himself, he pulled his skirt up and pulled his panties to the side. Being a bottom meant more than just taking a dick - it meant putting on a show as well.

Rolling his head back, moaning out, he gave the colt a view of his flaccid length flopping around while he hammered his ass up and down. In his experience, a great many tops liked seeing how small his endowment was - as such, taking the reclined position, his lover could easily view his loins and greedy hole clinging to the monstrous length. Constricting his backdoor with every upstroke, while relaxing on his plunges, he rode his mate like the seasoned bitch he was.

Thunder smiled, watching Soarin get to work. His buddy had always had a way with theatrics, but he was no slouch himself. Having moved alongside Bidix, facing the opposite direction, he swung a hing leg over the colt’s hips. While there was nothing wrong with traditional cowgirl, he preferred the reverse - not because it felt much better, but because it allowed his partner to get a sublime vantage of his biggest asset.

Hot dogging the gargantuan stallionhood between his buns, he peeked back at the zebra. “You like that?”

Bidix nodded, transfixed by the sight of his huge, soft ass. As cute as it was to let the zebra think he was hot stuff, he was about to utterly destroy the tyke’s hubris. Raising his waist, bringing the cock-head to his entrance, he slammed his rear down and sheathed the impressive shaft in a single, unstoppable downstroke.

Though he’d been able to hilt the beast as planned, his arrogance got the better of him. His dick swelled and flopped out from his jockstrap, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets, as he winced. The sensation of being stuffed with so much dick so quickly was mind boggling - fortunately, he had the experience to handle it. Much like his companion had mere moments ago, he flapped his wings, tensed his legs, and set to riding the colt like a wanton whore.

As the pair of Wonderbolts fell into a steady rhythm, screwing themselves on their diminutive mates, they balanced concentration with bliss. The pegasi had clocked more time with cocks in their asses than most - still, servicing two stallionhoods nearly as big as their legs was no easy endeavor. While it wasn’t the easiest thing they’d ever done, the rapture of having their prostates crushed and insides rearranged more than made up for the effort.

Their age notwithstanding, the twins steadily took the initiative. Synchronizing their movements to the pegasi’s bucking hips, they grunted and grit their teeth with. What they lacked in stamina and physical strength, they more than made up for with the outright size of their tools and zeal. In short, the siblings would definitely grow into superb studs - studs that Soarin and Thunder had every intention of wooing.

Hanging his head, ignoring the strand of saliva dangling from his chin, Soarin panted. He knew himself well enough to tell when he was approaching his limit, but he was also keenly aware of just how close his lover was. Thrusting up to meet his downstrokes, Midig hammered into him from below. Sensing the colt was close, not wanting to cum before his partner, he flew into a frenzy.

“H…harder,” he wheezed, constricting around the throbbing shaft and flaring head. “Make me your mare!!!”

Screwing his eyes shut, trying and failing to stave off the inevitable, Bidix’s motions lost all rhythm. With one final buck of his slender hips, doing his level best to lift the stallion atop him, he buried every inch of his impressive length into the pegasus. His balls churned and pulled up to his groin, sending wave after wave of his essence through his pulsing shaft and into his lover.

“G…Gah,” he mewled, passing the threshold.

Soarin’s eyes rolled, watery spunk flung from his limp prick, and the breath hitched in his throat, as what had to be pints of seed gushed into his depths. In all his years of bedding stallions, he’d never once been filled by a single load of jizz. Finding the strength to continue bouncing on the colt, hellbent on milking every precious drop of cum from the tyke, he only slowed when his lover went slack.

Hearing his friend’s climax, Thunder ground to a halt. Riding Midig to finish would have been a fine way to wrap up their bout, but he was stricken by a sudden inspiration. Since he hadn’t cum yet, and knowing his buddy would be ready and raring to go in no time at all, he pushed himself up and freed his backside. It was a bit of a gamble to mix things up so unexpectedly, yet it was a risk he’d be willing to take.

“W…why’d you stop?” Midig croaked, looking past the Wonderbolt’s backside with a pained expression.

“Just trust me,” Thunder whispered. Patting Soarin’s shoulder, drawing the cum-drunk stallion’s attention, he nodded to the bed. “How about we let them take charge.”

Euphoric as he was, Soarin unceremoniously shot to his hooves, stepped between the colts, and lowered himself to the mattress. One of the best things about being a bottom was that his refractory period was nearly nonexistent, comparable to a mare’s, and he was not about to pass up the opportunity to get dicked-down properly. In an instant, as he flipped his tail out of the way and arched his back, he found him face to face with his friend.

“You think they’ll be able to handle us?” Thunder whispered, assuming the same position as his companion.

Soarin did his best to keep from laughing, yet he was unable to stop a haughty grin from splitting his muzzle. “Not like it’d stop us if they can’t…”

Midig and Bidix circled around them, choosing the same lovers they’d had moments before, and mounted the stallions. Both pegasi lay on their bellies, allowing their miniature suitors to screw them with ease, as they smiled at one another. In the blink of an eye, ready to begin, the zebra twins drove their cocks into their oversized mates and began feverishly humping away.

Ordinarily, had they been standing, Soarin and Thunder would have bucked back to meet their lovers’ plunges - as things were, with their legs beneath them, all they could do was clench and relax their pounded backsides. Closing their eyes, they locked lips and loudly made out. Though they weren’t exactly a romantic item, it wasn’t the first time they’d gotten frisky with one another and, knowing them, it would be far from the last.

Bidix fucked at a relaxed pace, having had already had one orgasm with the athletes, but his brother was a different matter entirely. Midig plowed Thunder like it was the last day of his life, thrusting with everything his small body could afford, as he tightly gripped the pegasus’ juicy flanks. While they enjoyed their experiences in their own way, moving at markedly different speeds, their big-bottom bitches moaned into one another’s muzzles.

“Slow down,” Bidix grumbled, leering over at his sibling.

Midig only railed Thunder harder and faster, glowering back at his twin. “Shut up - it’s not like I’ve bred mine yet!”

“Colts,” Soarin interrupted, momentarily breaking his kiss, “there’s no need to fight. You can stay here all night if you want…”

“Angle down just a bit,” Thunder hummed, raising his waist just a hair, “I want you to fuck the cum out of me.”

His small suggestion was met with immediate success, as Midig clambered atop him and ground his prostate to dust. His turgid dick, pressed against his belly, twitched with anticipation, flaring as he crept ever closer to the edge. Much like his friend, he was more than happy to get off without touching himself, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer.

On and on the mohawked colt went, lasting much longer than he’d expected, until things reached a head. With an adorable roar of conquest, hilting himself fully, Midig’s dam broke. As a torrent of hot, virile seed crashed into Thunder, coursing through his depths, he reached the tipping point. Resting his cheek on his forehoof, overwhelmed with ecstasy, his rigid cock painted his underside with cream.

Heaving air into his chest, Thunder squeezed the pulsing stallionhood lodged in his backside. The last time he’d cum that hard, he’d been getting railed by a minotaur! Cherishing the warm, fuzzy sensation of the well-earned climax, his thoughts wandered. Both he and his buddy had gotten a darn good nut, and more than likely rocked the young zebras’ worlds in the process, but why stop there - after all, if his suspicions were right, the twins wouldn’t mind going another round.

“By the sun, that was incredible,” Midig dreamily muttered, dismounting and hauling his cock from the Wonderbolt’s rear.

Without skipping a beat, feeling the warm, slick jizz trickle out of his battered hole, Thunder rose and hopped from the bed. “Better than my brother?”

Midig gave a sheepish shrug, as he jumped to the floor. “Honestly, it’s hard to…” he trailed off, watching the stallion he’d just rutted bend over, press his chest to the floor, and pry his ass open with his wings.

“How about you grab that stool over there and I’ll prove I’m better than my little bro,” Thunder muttered, showing off his gaped, leaking backdoor.

Situated as he was, leaving just enough room between the mattress for the colt to get ready, his ambitions soared. Judging from what he’d seen of Rumble and Button’s performance, the young ponies simply hadn’t been prepared for the divine experience of hooking up with two absolutely massive zebras - an issue neither he nor Soarin would have. As Midig prepared himself, pulling the stool over and getting ready to slip into his behind, he threw his ass back and pinned the striped stud between the bed and his fat ass.

Wasting no time whatsoever, he took control and began fiercely screwing himself on Midig. His diminutive mate’s surprise lasted but a second, but he could tell the colt was on the verge of throwing in the towel. Compared to Rumble, he had the size and practice to power-bottom virtually anybody. Absolutely jackhammering his tush against the trapped zebra, he craned his neck and looked over his shoulder.

The fleeting glance from his buddy was all the hint Soarin needed to switch things up. With lightning speed, he pushed himself up, stepped back, and slammed Bidix against the headboard. It wasn’t every day that he got to overpower with somepony rocking an absolutely godly dick, yet that was exactly what fate had presented him. Almost mirroring Thunder’s movements, using the colt like a living, breathing sex-toy, he squealed in delight.

“Bet you’ve never had a mare work your cock like this,” he giggled, wiggling his hips and clapping his cheeks around the partially entombed stallionhood. “How about you colts crash here tonight.”

Nearly unsheathing Midig’s length, Thunder clenched around the zebra’s blunt crown. “Just don’t be surprised if you start visiting us instead of Button and my brother.”

The twins did what they could to reciprocate their lovers, but it was no use. Though they were the ones getting their dicks wet, they’d held none of the power. Only able to enjoy themselves, watching the lustful bottoms service them, their motions waned. They’d lost, it was as simple as that, yet neither complained in the slightest.

Thunder and Soarin were merciless, employing a number of techniques and talking dirty to the miniature studs, and their endurance was beyond reproach. Like a pair of nymphomaniacs, they worked the colt’s thick cocks for what felt like hours - unfortunately, their good time eventually came to an end. Though neither was sure exactly how long they’d been at it, the soft whimpers and trembling bodies of the siblings told them they were about to get a second set of creampies.

Midig peaked first, mewling out and shivering from hoof to head, and Bidix followed seconds after. Neither of the Wonderbolts relented, screwing themselves on the duo without mercy, until the twins went limp. Ruthless though they were, and having only had a single orgasm each, they relented, stepped away from their exhausted studs, and chuckled.

“You want to trade?” Thunder asked, glancing over at his friend.

Soarin beamed and practically pranced in place. “Sure!”

Unhurriedly swapping positions, they lowered themselves and began sucking off the duo of colts. It may take a while until the zebras caught their breath, but that wasn’t a concern. Considering they’d successfully snared Midig and Bidix in their carnal web, they had all the time in the world…