Playmates

“I tell ya,” Thunder sighed, easing back on the sofa, “nothing quite beats a cold lemonade after a long practice.”

Soarin nodded, sipping from his drink beside his friend. “Tell me about it, but this stuff does have a weird taste to it. Is this some new brand?”

The mohawked pegasus shrugged and took a long draught from his glass. “Beats me. All I know is it’s cold, wet, and just what I needed.”

The Wonderbolts’ day had been relatively uneventful; after their regular training, they’d returned to Thunder’s house to kick back and relax. It had been nearly a week since their little tryst with Midig and Bidix, having thoroughly worn the twins out, and they hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the duo. While it wasn’t a big deal that they hadn’t gotten another roll with the pair, realizing Rumble and Button were probably keeping them busy, they secretly hoped to encounter the young, exquisitely well-hung zebras again.

“Hey - uh -” Soarin uneasily began, staring into his nearly emptied glass, “do you feel funny?”

Thunder pursed his lips and gulped down his drink, only then becoming aware of a subtle tingling sensation in his limbs. “Maybe a little? I’m not - Nnnnng…” he groaned, his gut suddenly grumbling.

Faster than seemed possible, the strange sensation in his legs crept into his torso. Lurching forward and grabbing his belly, wondering if the lemonade had gone bad, he fell from the couch and landed on the floor with a dull thud. His head spun, his heart raced, and a strange warmth blossomed in his chest, as he screwed his eyes shut. Whatever was happening didn’t exactly hurt, but it wasn’t the most comfortable feeling either.

Flopping to the carpet beside him, stricken by the same, mysterious malady, Soarin rolled to his side. “W…what’s in this stuff?”

Shaking his head and opening his eyes, looking over to his companion, Thunder’s heart skipped a beat. Either he was imagining things, possibly hallucinating, or his fellow pegasus was somehow shrinking. The skin-tight jumpsuit on his friend’s frame hung loose, nearly falling off Soarin’s frame - well most of Soarin’s frame. While his friend’s tush retained most of its impressive size, the rest of him looked like a colt!

A sudden realization struck him like a gong, prompting him to look down at himself. Sure enough, much to his shock, he’d suffered the same fate as his buddy. His once broad chest, powerful legs, and hard-earned muscles withered away, replaced by a svelte and relatively feminine frame, slender limbs, and deliciously flat chest. As the transformation drew to a halt, ending nearly as quickly as it began, he unsteadily pushed himself up.

“H…holy shit!” he bleated, instantly covering his mouth.

Hearing the heightened pitch of his voice, his suspicions were confirmed. While it was completely unbelievable, he and his bosom buddy had been metamorphosed into a pair of colts - which meant only one thing. Frantically unzipping and wriggling from his uniform, letting the fabric fall to the floor, he lowered his head and peeked down his chest.

While he was far from erect, he could immediately tell that his impressive stallionhood was a bitter memory. Peeking out from its sheath, situated just in front of a dainty, positively tiny coin purse, his prick appeared to be even smaller than it had been when he was a colt! Knitting his brow, trying and failing to figure out what in the hay had happened, a chuckle to his side shook him from his thoughts.

“Dude,” Soarin exclaimed, leaning back against the sofa, “look how small and cute it is!”

Gazing over at his friend, Thunder’s mood darkened. Despite having a smaller package than himself under ordinary circumstances, Soarin’s tool made his look downright pathetic in comparison - which wasn’t saying much. While it was true that they were both hopeless bottoms, loving nothing more than to get railed by the biggest, meatiest cocks they could find, he’d taken pride in his endowment - alas, at least for the time being, he had next to nothing to brag about.

“Don’t be so concerned,” an all too familiar voice called out. “Only real stallions have cocks, and neither of you currently qualify.”

Looking to the source of the sound, Thunder watched Midig and Bidix stroll from the kitchen. Seeing the duo evoked a bizarre mixture of emotions, being simultaneously aroused by the memory of their amorous time together and furious that they were responsible for the wholly unexpected transformation, yet things took an even more bizarre turn. Strutting out behind the zebras, a pair of hussies stepped to and hugged the twins.

“R…Rumble?!” he croaked, barely recognizing his little brother.

Sporting an oversized ass, a trim waist, and a pair of plump, pouting lips, his sibling was a depraved parody of his former self. Both the little pegasus and Button, his oldest and most cherished friend, had been changed into a pair of curvaceous, pint-sized bimbos. Staring in open shock, he forgot all about his own worries - a mistake he quickly regretted.

Reaching over and stroking Rumble’s chin, Midig grinned. “Be a dear and go hold your brother down for me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Rumble cooed, nonchalantly sauntering over to his sibling.

He’d known all about the twins’ plan to change Thunder and Soarin into a pair of slender little femcolts - heck, he’d been the one to dose the lemonade with a potion, and he didn’t regret a thing. After hearing how the Wonderbolts had dominated the zebras, using their size and strength against the brothers, he’d sworn to help them get vengeance. A bottom’s place was being submissive, regardless of how well they could work a dick, and he was going to make sure the pair of stallions learned it.

Once he was within a few feet of his brother, he struck. The surprise attack took Thunder completely off guard, allowing him to tackle and pin the older, yet suddenly smaller pegasus beneath himself. It was a dirty trick, and a part of him did feel bad for it, but he realized it was for the best. Glancing back and watching Midig grab his brother’s back hooves, he shuffled forward, turned around, and pressed the Wonderbolt’s shoulders to the carpet.

“Don’t worry,” he giggled, “you’re gonna love what’s coming next.”

“What’s coming…” Thunder’s words died, as he glanced at the zebra stepping over him.

It wasn’t the fact that he was small enough for Midig to effortlessly stand over that frazzled his nerves - no, it was the zebra’s insanely huge cock that filled him with awe. While the domineering colt had been extremely well-hung before, larger than a fully grown stallion, the obscene appendage above him was in a league of its own.

Midig lowered his head and smirked down at the stricken femcolt, his semi-rigid length draped along Thunder’s torso. “Do you like it? We thought since you and Soarin were going to get a few improvements, we’d enhance ourselves as well…”

Enhance wasn’t the first word that came to Thunder’s mind - for buck’s sake, the colt’s cock was longer than his leg and as big around as his thigh! Contrasted against his own meager endowment, the stallionhood resting against him looked even more monstrous than it already was. Swallowing hard, watching the zebra step back, his pupils shrank.

“Y…you’re not going to…” he stammered, unable to finish the question.

“Oh but I am,” Midig smugly intoned, pressing the softball sized crown of his shaft to the pinned pegasus’ pucker, “and you are going to take all of it. That little elixir you consumed increased your durability several times over, but that isn’t the best part.”

Staring down at the behemoth kissing his hole, Thunder forced himself to look up at the stud’s face. “W…what’s the best part?”

“The best part is that the potion I took will let me cum as many times as I want,” the zebra smoothly replied.

“After what you did to them, they’re not going to stop until you and Soarin look nine months pregnant,” Rumble added, smiling broadly. “Isn’t that right?”

Midig nodded, applying a bit more pressure to Thunder’s backdoor. “So how about you lay there and get bred like the good little bitch you wish you were,” he snickered. The moment the striped stud finished speaking, he fiercely bucked his hips and drove his length into his miniaturized mate.

A bulge appeared in his abdomen, pre-cum was forced from his puny length, and his entrance was stretched beyond comprehension, as Thunder was savagely penetrated. The incomprehensible circumstances told him the immense intrusion should hurt, that there was no way he’d be able to accommodate something so insanely huge, but that was far from the case. The shock faded with but a beat of his pounding heart, drowned out by an unimaginable bliss.

“Feels incredible, doesn’t it?” Rumble cooed above him, drawing his attention upward.

Thunder couldn’t speak - for goodness sake, he could barely think, so great was the pleasure washing over him. He’d been a size queen for longer than he could remember, but this - this was an order of magnitude better than anything he’d ever experienced before. Reflexively grunting with each of the colt’s thrusts, feeling the massive log of flesh working into his torso, he was unable to stop his young sibling from leaning in and locking lips with him.

The sheer insanity of the situation was nearly too much to bear, but the sensation of his sibling’s tongue pressing into his muzzle sank the final nail in his coffin. Though he’d only just been impaled, he groaned into Rumble’s mouth and climaxed on the spot. The warm trickle of his seed against his bulging stomach went unnoticed, as he surrendered to his hedonistic urges.

“So pathetic,” Midig laughed, plowing the femcolt without a care in the world. “Your miserable cock is no bigger than a clit, you’re completely helpless, and now you’re getting off while making out with your own brother!”

There had been points in Thunder’s life when his libido got the better of him, nearly forcing him to do things he wouldn’t do otherwise, but this one took the cake. Kicking his hind legs out, he locked his fetlocks over the zebra’s hips and bucked up to meet the stud’s plunges. He could practically feel himself slipping away, losing himself to the unimaginable rapture his mate afforded, yet he didn’t fight it - no, he embraced it.”

Slowing only slightly, Midig cleared his throat and caught the siblings’ attention. “Rumble, be a dear and let him warm you up for me.”

“Of course, Daddy!” Rumble chirped, breaking the kiss without a second thought.

Pushing himself up, he stepped forward, straddled his brother’s head, and steadily sank to his haunches. There was no real need for him to get warmed up, having been rutted not an hour earlier, but he didn’t want to disappoint his Daddy. The soft, supple cheeks of his rear all but engulfed Thunder’s little head, as he contentedly smiled over at his Master.

“Such a good mare,” Midig approvingly noted, leaning in and kissing the colt’s cheek. “Your brother would do well to learn from you.”

Feeling Thunder’s tongue on his battered, pronounced pucker, Rumble giggled like a school filly. “Oh I think he’s learning alright.”

Face to face, with the living cock-sleeve beneath them, the duo closed their eyes and hotly kissed. It hadn’t taken much to convince Rumble to help wreak vengeance on his brother - in fact, he’d been all too happy to assist! As the two focused on one another, taking some small sliver of intimacy from the moment, the howls of bliss nearby fell on deaf ears.

“Fuck me, Sir!” Soarin blared, throwing his ass back like a bitch in heat.

Situated just beneath the older yet physically smaller pegasus, Button rhythmically clenched and relaxed his stretched hole. “It’s so good! Don’t stop, Sir!”

Unlike his brother, who’d bequeathed himself with a single, utterly gargantuan tool, Bidix had chosen to take a less conventional route. Having sprouted a second cock, a mirror image of his beloved tool, he put his pair of stallionhoods to work and ravaged Soarin and Button simultaneously. With the pegasus resting on the little earth pony, their diminutive colthoods pressed to one another, they filled the air with a combination of slatternly pleas and whorish wailing.

Soarin hadn’t the foggiest idea of what was going on - then again, he couldn’t have cared less. He lived to get fucked, bending over and presenting himself for anycreature that would claim him, so being shrunk down to be plowed on top of a schoolcolt was just fine in his book. Humping against his newfound partner, reached back with his wings and spread his ass.

“Don’t - Fwah - don’t be so rough!” Button whined, the frotting pushing him closer to his limit.

While he hadn’t known exactly what to expect, aside from Soarin and Thunder being screwed into a coma, he’d be lying if the threesome wasn’t one of, if not the hottest thing he’d ever done. Listening to the Wonderbolt groaning, feeling the little prick grinding against his shaft, and having his insides rearranged by his Daddy sent him skyrocketing toward release. Try as he might, in spite of weeks of being routinely railed by the zebras, his endurance was found lacking.

His voice hitched in his throat, his colthood twitched like mad, and his stuffed hole quivered with anticipation. “I…I’m gonna -”

Before the diminutive earth pony could finish, Soarin shot forward and locked lips with his partner. It really wasn’t the colt’s fault for cumming so quickly, being as inexperienced as he was, and he wasn’t upset in the slightest - as such, he did the only thing his lust-crazed mind could think of. Deeply kissing Button, he felt warm jizz smear against his belly.

The impassioned display, or possibly knowing he’d made one lover blow a load so quickly, drove Bidix into a frenzy. Wielding his twin-cocks with an amount of skill and strength that lie contrary to his relatively small frame, he utterly dominated the pair before him. His imperious grunts contrasted the feminine mewling from both Button and Soarin, as his weighty nuts drew taut.

The combination of finding himself in a colts body, being dicked-down by a dual-wielding zebra, and hotly frenching a schoolcolt was too much for Soarin to bear. He wasn’t even hard, feeling his limp length being bullied by Button’s rigid member, yet he knew he teetered on the brink. Pulling his head back, he stared over his shoulder at the divine creature pounding his ass.

“Stuff both those fat cocks in my ass,” he goaded, somehow managing to form a coherent sentence.

Without breaking tempo, Bidix cruelly smirked. “Perhaps once you’re both thoroughly bred - after that, if you’d still like to test your limits, I’ll indulge you.”

Holding himself steady, leaving Button to recover, he rolled his hips back and slammed his ass against the thrusting stallion. He wasn’t normally one to take a more assertive role, much preferring to be subjugated, yet he couldn’t help himself. The excitement of being reduced to such a small size, the fact that his lover had not one but two huge cocks, and the prospect of being double-penetrated by a single stud chipped away at his typically servile nature. As he arched his back and pushed himself up, he closed his eyes and moaned.

Bidix had been trying to pace himself, to savor ruining his lovers as only a zebra could, but then he remembered one thing - cumming wouldn’t hinder his efforts in the slightest. Though the potions he and his brother had imbibed were different, they both imparted an erasure of refractory period, nigh unlimited stamina, and nearly tripled their output of seed. Fixating on his pleasure, serenaded by the colts he was rutting, he pushed himself to and past the brink in seconds.

Feeling the stallionhood within him starting to flare and pulse wildly, Soarin bit his bottom lip. Not only was Bidix’s cock larger than he remembered, but the young stud’s huge, weighty nuts had to be absolutely brimming with jizz. Gathering his strength, he matched the zebra’s frantic pace and steeled himself.

With one final, unstoppable plunge, Bidix growled and came. The knowledge of being bred by such a small adonis would have been enough to push him over the edge, but the heat and sublime pressure of the spunk flooding into him cast him into a maelstrom of rapture. His climactic wail rang through the room, mirroring only a fraction of his bliss, as his gut gurgled and ballooned outward.

Fighting to stay conscious, only just having recovered slightly from his orgasm, Button spontaneously climaxed a second time. Much like the older, more seasoned pegasus atop him, the influx of thick, rich foal-batter proved too much for him to bear. Weakly thrashing, whimpering and weeping tears of joy, he felt his insignificant colthood dribble watery cum. The last thing he remembered before slipping into a pleased stupor was the thought of being knocked up by the miniature stud.

Halfheartedly watching his brother’s display, Midig increased his pace. “Get off his face for a moment,” he instructed, turning his attention over to Rumble, “I want to see his face when I breed him.”

It was all Thunder could do to keep himself from climaxing, but he was losing the battle. Though he’d been unable to see it, the obscene braying had let him know that Soarin and Button had peaked. As the pillowy grey backside ascended from his face, he peered up and noticed Midig’s wolfish grin. He knew the colt had to be close, judging from how feverish the zebra was going at it, yet the tyke seemed to be holding back - almost like he was waiting for something.

“Beg for it,” Midig commanded. “Beg for it and I’ll grace you with my seed.”

It was nearly unheard of for Thunder to beg for anything, especially in the bedroom, yet he was compelled. Throughout the veritable pantheon of lovers he’d had, there wasn’t a single one who’d so mercilessly put him in his place - something which filled him with a thrilled, albeit resentful admiration. Drawing a breath, casting his inhibitions to the wind, he acquiesced.

“C…cum in me!” he pleaded, tightly constricting his backdoor around the immense stallionhood. “Make me your bitch!”

Midig remained silent, letting his body speak for him. Leaning in and burying every inch of his colossal shaft in the diminished Wonderbolt, he bit the pegasus’ neck and came. It wasn’t uncommon for stallions to bite their mates in the throes of passion, even in modern times, and he wanted - no, needed Thunder to understand who he belonged to. From that moment forward, filling the mohawked femcolt with his essence, Thunder would be his and his alone.

Following in the hoofsteps of his friend, Thunder was devastated by an unstoppable climax. His gut heaved outward with every jet of cream, spunk dribbled from his stuffed hole, and he swore he could feel his insides shifting to accommodate the unimaginable amount of cum being pumped into him. As his eyes rolled back in disbelief, a familiar taste crept into the back of his throat.

Clamping his lips shut, unable to comprehend what was happening, he was powerless to stop a geyser of cum erupting from his mouth and out his nose. He’d heard of, seen, and even experienced all manner of wildly ludicrous things, yet he didn’t think it was possible to be filled from end to end with seething nut. Turning his head and disgorging a torrent of seed, he coughed and hauled air into his burning lungs.

“Rumble, fetch that plug of yours,” Midig intoned.

Like a giddy filly, Rumble scampered into his bedroom and snatched up an exceptionally large plug he’d bought just the day before. The twins had said it was for training, to properly acquaint their holes for larger intrusions, yet he had an inkling that there was something more to it. As he rushed back and handed the sex-toy to the dreadlocked zebra, his suspicions were confirmed.

Dispassionately stepped back, leaving the bloated head of his cock corking Thunder’s ass, Midig lowered the toy, pulled his stallionhood free, and corked the pegasus’ cream-filled rump. He couldn’t care less about making a mess, but he wanted to ensure his jizz marinated within the femcolt. Leaving the Wonderbolt to catch his breath, he smiled over at Rumble.

Motioning to Thunder, he cocked his head. “Would you like a turn, Dearest?”

“Y…yes, Daddy!” Rumble bleated, overjoyed with the chance to please his stud.

“Stand over your brother and face. I want him to get a perfect view of the action,” Midig murmured, coolly trotting past the cum-drunk femcolt.

Rumble didn’t need to be told twice, doing as asked without the slightest bit of hesitation. He’d initially been uneasy about doing anything in front of his brother, but the promise of unfathomable pleasure was too tempting to pass up. Straddling Thunder’s head, he braced his hind legs, flagged his tail, and peeked over his shoulder at the approaching zebra.

“Such an obedient little thing,” Midig purred, smoothly mounting his little grey mare. “If you keep up this level of service, I may take you as a wife.”

“I’d be honored - Mmmph,” Rumble huffed, holding himself steady as he was penetrated. “I’d love that, Daddy!”

Falling into a steady, relaxed rhythm, the zebra lovingly caressed the colt’s enlarged backside. “And you’ll do anything I ask?”

Rumble nodded eagerly, moving in tune with the stud. “Of course! I’d do anything for -”

“Suck your brother’s pathetic clit,” Midig interrupted. Leaning to the side, ensuring that Thunder hadn’t blacked out, he found the elder sibling gazing up at him in disbelief. “And you put yourself to work. I’ll not have a sow I just bred being so unappreciative.”

Hesitating for just a moment, Rumble gazed down at his brother’s once impressive endowment. The potion had done a number on Thunder, shrinking his stallionhood to a measly inch or two of flabby, useless flesh - still, as unimpressive as it was, he wasn’t sure he could bring himself to actually do anything with his sibling. Glancing back at Midig, seeing a stern look in the zebra’s eyes, he was firmly reminded that a proper mare doesn’t question their Daddy.

Thunder stiffened, feeling a warm, wetness wrap around his flaccid prick. He’d heard Midig’s command, yet he was shocked that Rumble, his baby brother, would so easily embrace the taboo - nevertheless, there was no denying how arousing the scandalous turn was. With face mere inches from his sibling’s stretched hold, having a perfect view of the action, he reflexively bucked his hips.

“That’s cute,” Midig giggled, seeing the Wonderbolt feebly thrust into Rumble’s muzzle, “a mare who thinks she’s a stallion.”

Lifting his head, allowing the dark, pendulous balls to slap against his face, Thunder closed his eyes and pressed nis snout to the massive, musky orbs. The heady scent flooded his sinuses, making it hard to think, as he instinctively extended his tongue. While he may not be an actual mare, there was no way he could call himself a stallion compared to the paragon of masculinity above him.

A muted groan escaped Rumble with each of the zebra’s thrusts, as he feverishly sucked his brother off. It was funny - he’d choked on Midig and Bidix time and time again, getting his throat swabbed by their impressive stallionhood, yet he’d wound up blowing a micro-dick that belonged to none other than his very own sibling. Humping back against his stud, dutifully clenching and relaxing his pucker, he did what he could to please his Daddy.

“Now then,” Bidix began, flopping onto his back, “since I’m not nearly spent, how about you two do some of the work…”

Soarin nodded and uneasily pushed himself up, knowing what had to be done. “Come on,” he rasped, softly slapping Button’s face, “we’re not finished yet.”

Helping the cum-drunk colt to his hooves, he guided his partner over to the supine zebra. It was a bit poetic that he would be reenacting their first encounter, but he wasn’t about to complain. With trembling limbs, a sloshing gut, and a tailhole struggling to contain what felt like a kiddy pool’s worth of cum from drenching the bed, he shakily stepped over Bidix. The zebra’s twin-shafts, oriented one atop the other, offered him a unique opportunity - one which would require an assistant.

Turning in place, he faced Button and nodded down at the pair of stallionhood between them. “Just follow my lead…”

Button hadn’t been sure what to expect, but the sight of the Wonderbolt squatting down to impale himself was as imposing as it was exciting. One unspoken benefit of the potion Bidix had consumed was that, aside from giving him a second tool, his equipment was significantly more pliable than usual. Shuffling closer to Soarin, nearly delirious for more, he mirrored the older pegasus’ movements and lowered himself.

“F…fuck,” he croaked, as the battering ram-like cock-head slipped into his slickened rear.

Reaching out to hold the little earth pony steady, Soarin continued his descent. “We’ll do this t…together.”

Though he’d never spoken of it to anypony but Rumble, he’d always had a fondness for the turquoise Wonderbolt - a fondness that had grown by leaps and bounds after finding out they were both prolific butt-sluts. Extending his forelegs and holding the pegasus’ shoulders, he peered into the older pony’s eyes. If he was lucky, maybe the esteemed stallion would take him under his wing, either literally or figuratively, and teach him a few tricks for the bedroom.

“Almost - Gah - there,” Soarin croaked.

As the pair of femcolts came to rest on his lap, Bidix mockingly clapped his hooves. “Very good, but that was the easy part. Be a good little pair of sluts and start riding.”

Facing one another, each housing nearly a foot of dick, Soarin and Button held each other, lifted themselves, then threw their weight down on the zebra. Their first plunge was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, as they started fucking themselves on the stud. While neither had anticipated the intimate contact with one another, an idea struck them in seeming unison.

“Stars above, you two are hopeless,” Bidix mused, watching the pair of sissies making out.

Seeing his two lovers kissing while riding him fanned the flames of his lust. While he’d had every intention of letting the ponies serve him, he couldn’t help but take a more active role. Lifting and bracing his hind legs, he drove his waist upward and plowed into the duo. Their dull moan, stifled by their entwined tongues, proved all the motivation he needed to fuck them in earnest.

Though the dainty colthood in Rumble’s muzzle refused to get hard, the flow of his brother’s pre-cum was ceaseless. He yearned to pull back and beg his Daddy for more, to ignore the pitiful excuse for a package under him, but he’d been given an order. Envisioning the zebra’s shaft hollowing him out, his legs trembled. It wouldn’t be long before he painted Thunder with his jizz, yet his concern about the incestuous dwindled to nothing.

Spying the tremor in Rumble’s thighs, Thunder glanced to the femcolt’s package. Darned if he could say why, but he was suddenly compelled to return the favor to his brother. Bottom or not, there wasn’t a stallion, femcolt or otherwise, who didn’t enjoy a bit of attention to their equipment. Dipping his head and licking his lips, he inhaled his sibling’s miniscule length.

“F…fwah!” Rumble gasped, unprepared for the additional stimulation.

It was hard enough to restrain himself while getting rutted, but the addition of a blowjob erased what little self-control he had left. Desperately pumping his hips, screwing his brother’s face and milking the stallionhood in his ass, he crossed the threshold. His backdoor spasmed and quaked, seizing around the behemoth pistoning into him, as a weak trickle of his spunk sputtered into Thunder’s mouth.

Watching Rumble climax was as incredible as ever, yet Midig knew the best was yet to come. Peering downward, watching the femcolt’s tush jiggle with each thrust, he could feel a second orgasm quickly approaching. With the elder sibling taken care of, looking quite gravid, it was now the young brother’s turn to receive his gift.

As his final moments grew near, he transitioned from long, powerful strokes to a series of rapid-fire thrusts. Only a few weeks prior, after moving to Ponyville, he’d been hoping to get lucky and find a special somepony to occupy his time, but he would never have guessed he’d bag a pair of hedonistic siblings to worship him. Flashing his teeth, he sank his hooves into Rumble’s waist, hilted, and disgorged a tsunami of cum into the young pony.

The blowjob from his brother, the seed rushing into his bowels, and the approving grunts from his Daddy wrought devastation to Rumble’s psyche. There was only so much pleasure anypony could endure before they broke, and he crossed the precarious line in spectacular fashion. Overwhelmed with raw, primal ecstasy, he somehow managed to keep himself from collapsing.

“Much better,” Midig sighed, wiping his brow.

He wouldn’t be surprised if he’d broken Rumble, judging from the look on his classmate’s face, but he was far from finished - heck, he wasn’t even close. Without skipping a beat, he nonchalantly dismounted and hauled his still pulsing shaft from the femcolt’s abused backside. As his stallionhood slipped free, a deluge of cum poured from the pegasus’ gaped, winking hole directly onto Thunder’s face.

He couldn’t stop a small chuckle from escaping him, watching the older yet equally small pony try and fail not to get covered in spunk. He’d been uncertain on what to do next, having a number of options on the table, but seeing the siblings in such a slatternly state inspired him. Clearing his throat, he tapped a hoof to the floor.

“If you ever want me to have me or my brother fuck you again, eat the cum out of Rumble’s ass…” he darkly murmured, doing his best to sound ominous.

Before the zebra could even finish speaking, Thunder lifted his head and jammed his snout into Rumble’s rump. The cloying flavor of ass and cum coated his palate, as he gulped down mouthful after mouthful of foal-batter. It was only at that moment, eating seed out of his brother’s behind, did he reach his mental breaking point. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for his newfound Daddy, so long as he was kept in his proper place.

“Fuck!” Bidix growled, arching his back and lifting the duo on his lap.

Hearing his brother’s command was the straw that broke the camel’s back, making him cum on the spot. The ponies atop him whimpered into each others’ mouths, until their distending stomachs pushed them apart. As Button and Soarin fell to either side of him, unceremoniously slipping from his stallionhoods, he smirked over at his twin.

Trotting over and offering Bidix a forehoof, content to let the siblings play with one another, Midix smirked. “Want to get a drink?”

“Yeah,” Bidix wheezed, mopping his brow, “after cumming that much, a cold soda would hit the spot.”

Moving toward the kitchen, the twin zebras left the quartet of cum-swollen, lustful ponies in their wake. Though they didn’t technically own the house, the place was as good as theirs. Thunder, Soarin, Button, and Rumble belonged to them, and they knew the femcolts would obey them without question. They may not have been sure what the future would hold for them and their little harem, but they were immeasurably grateful that they’d moved to Ponyville.