Playmates

With his eyes on the ground, refusing to lift his head, Rumble trotted through town. It was one thing to get gussied in private for his coltfriend, Bidix, but he’d never been audacious enough to go out in public wearing anything questionable - unfortunately for him, the twins had wanted to make their relationship a bit more public. While nopony in Ponyville took offense from same sex couples, the sight of a pair of colts traipsing about like a pair of street walkers would definitely raise a few eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” Bidix softly asked, reaching over and draping a foreleg over the pegasus’ shoulders.

Rumble scrunched his snout and peeked over at the mohawked zebra, knowing good and well that the question had been rhetorical. Adorned in an excruciatingly short skirt, g-string, and leggings, all in a matching pink, he stood out like a sore thumb - something made all the worse by his curvy, supple figure. Though he and Button hadn’t gone through a metamorphosis as dramatic as Thunder and Soarin, they’d each had their figures enhanced by the exotic, Zebrican elixirs they’d been routinely drinking.

“Yeah,” Button chirped, drawing his attention to the side, “I thought you’d be happy we were going out on a date!”

Unlike himself, Button took the development remarkably well - in fact, he’d been giddy at the prospect of going out to see a movie. Wearing little more than fishnets, a thong, collar, and a matching tube top, as well as some lipstick and eyeshadow, the little earth pony was the spitting image of a pint-sized prostitute - something which only gave him the smallest bit of consolation. While his friend may have been far more provocative than himself, he couldn’t help but feel sheepish being seen with the twins who practically owned them.

Drawing a hoof under Button’s chin, turning the femcolt to face himself, Midig grinned. “That’s my little mare. Rumble, you’d learn well from your friend - after all, cute fillies like yourselves should be smiling on such a beautiful day.”

“Thanks, Daddy!” Button murmured, blushing at the zebra’s touch.

He couldn’t speak for his feathered friend, but he was elated to be out on an honest to goodness date with the most loving stud he’d ever met - sure Midig may have been a bit domineering and demanding, but that was hardly a bad thing! He’d long ago forsaken any prospect of being an actual stallion, embracing his life as a submissive, obedient bottom-bitch since he’d first been bred by the divine, dreadlocked colt, and he’d been as happy as can be ever since. Leaning over, closing his eyes and pursing his lips, he silently awaited a kiss from his mate.

Midig grabbed his ear, stopped him, and shot forward, kissing him deeply right in the middle of the street. Stars above, he couldn’t say what he’d done to deserve such a passionate paramour, but he thanked the heavens for every day they spent together. Nestled beneath his panties, away from prying eyes, his well-used pucker flexed around the plug he’d worn for the occasion. The only time he didn’t keep his hole stuffed and primed for action was when he was attending classes, and that was only because Ms. Cheerilee had politely told him that something so salacious would distract his fellow students.

As a thick tongue pressed into his muzzle, he was shaken from his thoughts. Though Midig and Bidix were twins, almost mirror images of one another and sharing a number of traits, they did have their differences. His lover was a bit more forward with his desires, whereas Rumble’s mate tended to be a bit more playful with amorous affairs. They were both superb studs, despite their young age, and he wouldn’t trade his coltfriend for the world.

Slowing to a halt, leading the pegasus to follow suit, Midig cleared his throat. “Since we’ve got some time before the movie, you fillies want to get some ice cream?”

With a faltering smile, Rumble nodded. Celestia help him - no matter what he was doing, looking upon Bidix’s handsome face, or hearing the colt’s sonorous voice, was thrilling. As his eyes wandered down the zebra’s frame, settling on the weighty nuts and coal-black sheath which resided at his lover’s groin, he licked his lips. Though he’d foregone wearing a plug, his meager colthood and dribbled a bead of pre-cum into his thong.

“Or maybe,” Bidix continued, taking note of the pegasus’ interest, “you’d like a different sort of treat…?”

Taking a step forward, staring longingly at the stud’s package, Rumble was only barely able to stop himself from moving beneath the zebra. Weeks of fooling around and regular fucking had ingrained a pavlovian response to the stud, training him on a subconscious level to please his mate, but this wasn’t the time nor place to suck somepony off - for pete’s sake, they were in the middle of town. As he reluctantly withdrew, his cheeks darkening, he had to force himself to look away from the awe inspiring endowment.

Snickering to himself, Midig lowered his leg, grinned, and continued on his way; Bidix followed moments after, breaking his kiss and leaving the pair of femcolts to trail along after them. Both Rumble and Button knew there was no escape, that they’d gone too deep down the rabbit hole, so they trotted up and between the pair of striped studs. As far as they were concerned, they’d found their place and, as such, would do anything and everything in their power to keep their lovers happy.

Taking a small detour, the quartet quickly found themselves at Sugarcube Corner - regrettably, given the summer warmth and the fact that it was a Saturday, the shop was far from vacant. As they found their place in the queue, with at least a dozen ponies in front of them and several more filing in line behind them, the pair of svelte, alluring femcolts and their coltfriends became quite the spectacle - sure, nopony spoke too loudly or said anything to them directly, but the curious looks and hushed whispers from the crowd were impossible to ignore. As the duo of ponies lingered by their respective lovers, the zebras capitalized on all the attention.

Midig Brazenly wrapped a foreleg around Button’s neck, pulling the colt close and hotly breathing in his ear - an act which only made the situation all the more scandalous. The little earth pony openly whimpered, his tail flagging and flicking to the side, as he plastered himself against the stud. Several ponies trotted away, shaking their heads in disapproval, yet even more stared on in amazement at the display.

“Jealous,” Bidix whispered into Rumble’s ear, evoking a shudder from the pegasus.

Rumble knit his brow and turned to face the smug colt beside him. “N…no!”

It was a lie - he knew it, Bidix knew it - heck, probably anyone in earshot knew it, but he couldn’t bring himself to confess that he was jealous of his friend. It wasn’t that he wanted to be ignored by his lover, but displaying affection in public, especially in such a sexually charged way, left him feeling torn. If his classmates and their parents found out, his reputation would be tarnished - sadly for him, as the zebra gently nibbled his ear, his reservations waned.

The scent of sweat and musk drifted to his sinuses, bolstering his budding lust and causing his blood to run hot, as he shudderingly sighed. Slowly, almost insidiously, his fears and misgivings melted away under a growing tide of depraved thoughts. His colthood struggled to get erect, a function it had been losing with disuse, while his pucker winked and drooled lube between the ample cheeks of his rear.

With a soft, playful snicker, Bidix flashed his teeth. “Thinking about my cock again, aren’t you? I bet you can still taste that load I pumped down your throat, or maybe you’re remembering how I bred you last night…” he breathed, reaching back to unabashedly grope the pegasus’ tush. “Next time we have a little outing, I should fill and plug you beforehand - let everypony know who owns that fat ass of yours.”

Gnawing his lip to stifle himself, Rumble shivered from the tips of his hooves to the top of his head. He didn’t have to look to know his talk was slowly rising, his body yearning to be made use of, but there was nothing he could do to stop it - moreover, he didn’t want to stop it. Against such a direct appeal, his self-restraint withered and crumbled to ash.

“Say it,” Bidix pressed, speaking slightly louder now, “say you want me to bring you into the restroom and rut you right -”

“Ahem -” a voice called out, shattering the moment and bringing their eyes forward.

Though neither had realized it, quietly shuffling closer and closer to the counter, they’d reached the front of the line. Blushing slightly and smiling down at them, feigning ignorance or simply ignoring their raunchy banter, Mrs. Cake looked between the two couples. Perhaps she was just being cordial, not wanting to make a scene in her shop, but she addressed the small group with a surprising amount of tact.

“So what can I get you fine young colts?” she asked.

“Oh oh!” Button blithely bleated, breaking the tension and skipping forward. “I’d like a cone of Tutti Frutt - Eeeep!”

His startled squeal made the elderly mare start, as Midix trotted up behind him and surreptitiously pressed the base of his plug. A gout of pre-cum surged through his minuscule length, smearing his dainty little coin purse and making a mess of his panties, as he fought to compose himself. As he ground his plump thighs together, rubbing his snout and trying to downplay the outburst, he pointed up at the menu behind Mrs. Cake.

“Sorry, allergies,” he halfheartedly giggled, praying he hadn’t just leaked on the floor. “A…anyways, I’d like a cone of tutti-frutti.”

“Rocky road for me,” Bidix smoothly stated.

Midix nodded, looking from his twin to the counter. “Same.”

“I’ll have - uh -” Rumble faltered, suddenly indecisive. Ordinarily speaking, he would have ordered a bowl of coffee ice cream, yet his rebellious impish spirit struck him with an idea. “I’ll have a banana split, but don’t bother splitting the banana.”

Mrs. Cake jotted down the order and stepped over to the ice cream chest. “Alrighty! Give me just a second!”

True to her word, acting with a speed that belied her heft, the mare prepared their order, accepted their payment, and waved as they trotted toward the exit. While seating was limited inside the comfy little shop, picnic tables were placed outdoors for customers in the warmer months - the perfect place to savor their snack before continuing on to the theater. Finding an unoccupied table beside the bakery, the two couples sat beside one another to eat their treats.

Rumble looked between the twins and his friend, before peering down at his dessert. Though he wasn’t that hungry, there was a special reason he’d made the very particular order. Sliding closer to Midig, getting the colt’s attention, he plucked the banana from the heap of ice cream, dipped one end in a dollop of whipped cream, and brought it to his lips. The zebras weren’t the only ones who could get somepony worked up, and he’d be darned if he was going to let them forget it.

As his stud peeked over at him, he closed his eyes, leaned in, and wrapped his lips around the long fruit. Had there been anypony seated nearby, he wouldn’t have done something so audacious, but that wasn’t the case. The relatively secluded area let him fellate and softly groan around the banana with relative privacy, swiftly drawing the attention from both Button and Midig in the process.

Though the banana was a mere fraction of the size of Bidix’s stallionhood, his not-so-subtle display worked wonderfully. In a matter of seconds, the sound of a dull thump caught his ear. Peeking down and over, seeing the rapidly swelling length between his lover’s thighs bumping against the underside of the table, he crammed the fruit into his throat.

“I’ve got something a bit bigger you could practice on,” Midig hummed, waggling his eyebrows over at the pegasus.

Button whipped around and glared at his mate, a scowl plastered on his face, as he covetously reached over and clutched the base of the zebra’s shaft. “You know, I’m right here…”

“I’m well aware,” the dreadlocked twin chuckled, reaching back to get a hoofful of colt ass, “but you know I have to play with you.”

“Oh I’ve got something you can play with,” Button giggled, rocking back against the zebra’s hoof while listing to the side.

Shifting his focus from the colt’s face to the swelling behemoth between Midig’s thighs, he felt his mouth start to water. Buck it - the ice cream wasn’t that important, not when there was a cock in desperate need of a little TLC. Just as his snout moved beneath the table, with an ambrosial musk tickling his sinuses, a tap tap tap shook him from his lustful stupor. Reversing course, glancing across the wooden surface, he saw Bidix gazing over to the side.

“Perhaps we should save this for later,” Bidix grunted, as a family trotted over to occupy a vacant bench less than a stone’s throw away.

Provoking one another was all well and good, but there were some lines that they weren’t willing to cross - teasing or openly servicing each other in front of a family being one of them. Straightening up, with their sinful good time put to an abrupt end, they begrudgingly ate their ice cream in relative silence. Though they knew it would only be a matter of time until they could continue their little game, they were none too pleased that they’d had to rein themselves in.

Quickly losing interest in their sugary snack, having whetted their perverse appetites, they left Sugarcube Corner and continued onward to the theater. There was still some time before their show, but they had nothing better to do and, if they were lucky, they’d be able to get their choice of seats for the film. As they approached the ticket booth, seeing a young stallion manning the register, Bidix pulled ahead and took the lead.

As soon as Rumble laid eyes on the Tender Taps, the young, relatively cute pony behind the counter, he got a sinking feeling in his gut. Bidix was a nearly insatiable stud, nearly demanding morning and evening service from him, and he had no reservations about playing on his insecurities. Despite having altered his figure and bent to the zebra’s will, it wasn’t uncommon that his lover would openly hit on or muse about bedding somepony else.

“Well well well -” Bidix hummed, strutting up and looking the slender employee over, “are you part of the show or are you just selling the tickets?”

Rumble knit his brow, his lip curled, and he was moving before he could even think. Even if the stud - his stud was just trying to get a rise out of him, he wasn’t having it. Sauntering over, making a show of swaying his hips and flipping his mane, he hugged and kissed his mate’s neck. He wasn’t all too keen on being the center of attention, but he was not about to have some random pony thinking his lover wasn’t taken.

“Four tickets to Batmare,” he huffed, lifting his head and staring down his snout at the twinkish stallion.

It would have been bad enough that one of his fellow students was working at the place, but the fact that the colt had an effeminate aesthetic and was routinely mistaken for a mare rubbed him the wrong way. There was no way in Tartarus the colt was going to steal the limelight from him, especially since he’d worked up the nerve to dress like a slut for the occasion. Slapping the bits on the counter, already knowing what the tickets would cost, he made a show of affectionately nuzzling the zebra’s neck.

“Forgive her,” Bidix sighed, pecking Rumble’s cheek, “she’s the envious sort.” As he reached out and received the tickets, passing two to his sibling and Button, he smiled up at Tender. “If it’s not too much to ask, could you show us to our seats?”

“He doesn’t have to,” Rumble interjected, though he was swiftly silenced by a glare from his stud.

“I insist,” Bidix added.

Nonplussed and slightly flushed, Tender nodded. “A…alright. Come on, it’s right this way.”

The teller turned usher hopped from his perch and stepped over to the entrance, opening the door and waving the quartet inside. Moving past the concession stand and down a short hallway, led by their guide, the group found themselves in one of the quintet of theaters the establishment housed. By any reasonable standard, the two pairs of dating colts should have selected seats for themselves, gotten comfortable, and awaited the show - then again, the band was far from the ordinary sort.

Midig glanced to the very back of the cavernous chamber and spied the rearmost set of seats. “Are those available?”

Tender shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “They’re all available, so long as nopony is using them.”

“Hmmmm,” Bidix hummed, rubbing his chin. “Would you mind accompanying us for a bit longer? I’d like to ensure the view and seating is comfortable.”

“I guess, sure,” the usher replied, timidly smiling. “It’s not like many ponies come to matinees anyways.”

With Bidix and Midig taking the lead, Rumble, Button, and Tender trotted up the stairs and to the back row of chairs. As the zebras and their respective dates shuffled down the row, hopping into the centermost sets of seats, they peered over at the usher. Though the duo of femcolts didn’t say a word, they both thought the same thing - what were their studs up to?

Wiggling his behind and getting comfortable, Bidix splayed his hind legs and allowed his obscenely large package to flop onto the cushion beneath him. “These are quite nice, but I wonder if there’s adequate headroom.”

“Headroom?” Tender chirped, quirking a brow. “I don’t…”

Button hadn’t spoken of it often, only confiding in his friend Rumble, but he’d had an interest in exhibitionism for what felt like years. Being walked in on by Thunder and Soarin had been incredible and he’d wished to reenact the experience ever since. With the opportunity of showing off his slatternly side being presented on a silver platter, he gingerly lifted Midig’s obsidian log of flesh, leaned to the side, and popped the battering ram like tip into his maw.

The taste of sweat and traces of cum bathed his palate, as he hungrily and quite loudly slurped on his lover’s stallionhood. Blowing someone next to himself wasn’t exactly ideal, having to twist his torso at an unnatural angle, yet the thrill of being watched more than made up for the slight discomfort. Bobbing his head, doing his best to make a show of sucking the stud off, he shifted his rear to ensure his classmate could get a view of the plug corking his rump.

Pursing his lips, Rumble found himself at a crossroads. He knew he shouldn’t make a scene and join his friend, but the temptation was stretching his hesitation to its limit. Peeking over, seeing Bidix’s cock gradually rising and swelling, his pucker angrily clenched upon itself. If his friend could be so audacious - by Celestia, so could he.

“Go ahead,” Bidix cooed, flexing his groin and sending blood rushing into his dick, “it’s not like anypony is going to stop you.”

The final taunt was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Mirroring Button’s movements, turning slightly and bending at the waist, he started making out with the battering ram-like head of the zebra’s tool. To heck with it - if his friend could cave to his urges without a care in the world, so could he. With Bidix’s forehoof on the back of his head, forcing him downward, he fully committed himself to his unstoppable depravity.

Had it not been for the sound of a soft gag, Button would have gleefully stayed where he was, yet that was far from the case. As he cracked one eye, noticing that Rumble had joined him, his passion soared. While he didn’t mind his companion joining in the hedonistic display, his competitive side demanded he up the ante. Lifting his head and clearing his snout, he slipped from his chair and sidled directly in front of his mate, angled the monstrous shaft squarely at his face, and shot forward.

The girthy shaft plunged straight down his throat, straining the collar around his neck. Casually sucking somepony off for an audience was fine and all, but face-fucking himself was leagues more daring. Making a show of pressing his nose to the stud’s groin, sheathing the impossibly huge shaft in his gullet, he withdrew, filled his lungs, and set upon the well-endowed zebra with all the zeal he could muster.

Working in tandem, in spite of their varying positions and techniques, the colts serviced their lovers like a duo of whores. Though the theater was practically vacant, with only a hoofful of ponies occupying seats closer to the screen, they had at least one witness to enjoy their show. Inching down the aisle, his colthood excitedly slapping against his belly, Tender crept closer to the quartet.

Rhythmically shoving Rumble’s head down, Bidix smirked over at the curious colt. “If you’d like, you can always warm up my bitch for me.”

Rumble had doubted his classmate would oblige the request, but he was in for a surprise. Hearing a muffled complaint from Button, along with the sound of hooves on concrete, he felt something brush against his rear. He couldn’t see it, and there was no way he was going to stop swabbing his throat, but he sure as heck felt his thong being pulled to the side. A stifled gasp was all he could manage, as what had to be a tongue started circling and teasing his backdoor.

He didn’t necessarily need the impromptu rim-job, having a cocktail of lube and cum in his ass from being fucked that morning, but he was too turned on to stop his fellow student. Rolling to his side and lifting a hind leg, allowing Tender to more easily eat his ass, he reached up and lovingly fondled Bidix’s balls. Succumbing to his yearnings, his mind clouded by lust, he closed his eyes and worked the thick medial ring into his muzzle. While he hadn’t planned on things taking such a perverse turn, he’d be lying if he wasn’t thoroughly enjoying himself.

In nearly perfect harmony, Rumble and Button coaxed their mates to full-mast while losing themselves to their bliss. After having spent weeks with the twins, being regularly plowed into submission and giving themselves to their youthful, hormonally charged desires, they’d been reduced to little more than a pair of obedient, exquisitely horny bitches. If their studs asked them to jump, they’d ask ‘how high’ - if the twins presented themselves, they’d gleefully stuff their throats or asses. They had nopony to blame but themselves for becoming a pair of lust-crazed harlots, yet that was only because they’d been fortunate enough to meet their wondrous, striped paramours.

Fully aware of what Tender was doing, growing increasingly upset with his lack of attention, Button’s frustration mounted. Why didn’t he have a cute colt eating his ass? Was he not hot enough for his classmate’s affection? Coolly backpedaling and unsheathing Midig’s saliva and pre-cum slathered stallionhood, he shuffled around and faced away. He could only think of one thing that he could do to console himself, and it was far more immodest than just sucking a cock.

As he peered behind himself, taking a small step back, he flicked his tail to the side - mercifully, figuring out what he intended, Midig pushed his dick downward while leaning forward to pull the plug from his ass. If Tender got a little hot and bothered by the sight of a mere blowjob, he couldn’t wait to see how the usher would react to watching his hole get absolutely stuffed. Relaxing his tush, allowing the zebra to remove the toy with a soft pop, he backed up and impaled himself on the stud’s divine length.

Having a plug in his tush could be fun, keeping him loose and ready for action at a moment’s notice, but there wasn’t a thing in the world that could compare to having a hot, fat stallionhood slipping into his needy hole. With a hushed groan, rolling his hips back, he took a second step back and gradually sheathed his lover’s tool. Risking a glance over, noticing he held Tender’s attention, he grinned.

Rumble knew just what Button was doing - heck, he’d assumed his friend would up the ante before long, but he had plans of his own. As Tender lifted his head, having stopped french kissing his behind to watch his companion’s shameless display, he lowered his leg and wriggled in place. His friend wasn’t the only one who could perform for an audience.

“Should I…?” Bidix uneasily began, as the pegasus stepped over him.

“Nah,” Rumble replied, “I got this.”

Straddling the seated zebra, facing the screen, he carefully reared onto his hind legs and began lowering himself. He’d be the first to admit that Button’s little demonstration was pretty hot, but it wouldn’t be able to hold a candle to what he was planning. Kissing his pucker to the tip of Bidix’s shaft, without skipping a beat, he continued his descent and worked the towering stallionhood into himself.

As he reached the half-way point, having accommodated a substantial portion of the zebra’s length, he braced his legs, pressed his back to Bidix’s chest, and seated himself with a single, smooth motion. With both his pathetic, flaccid colthood and stretched hole were on full display, Tender’s eyes went wide with amazement.

“Go ahead,” Rumble wheezed, trying to sound self-assured, “get a closer look.”

No sooner did he finish speaking than Tender trotted closer, bringing his muzzle to within inches of the action; he’d fully expected the colt to get a better view, but he hadn’t anticipated his classmate would be that brazen! Steadying himself, adjusting his positioning ever so slightly, he was unprepared for the stud’s thrust. With a throaty groan, nearly being set off balance, his body was driven upward by his lover’s powerful hips.

“If you’re going to stay down there, feel free to put that adorable little muzzle to use,” Bidix mused, falling into a steady rhythm of plowing the femcolt on his lap.

Keenly aware of what was going on, Button’s passion roared into an inferno. Rocking his rump forward and back, screwing himself on his stud, he peered over his shoulder and caught Midig’s attention. If there was one thing he’d learned from the twins, aside from how to bottom like a champ, it was how to get the siblings wound up - all it took was a wink and three little, magical words…

“Breed me, Stud…”

In the blink of an eye, Midig unseated himself, grabbed hold of his waist, and began rutting him like he was a mare in heat. Serving his mate in any way was to die for, but nothing - nothing beat the sensation of being mounted and rutted. His tongue lolled from his mouth, leaving strands of saliva to drip to the floor, as his eyes rolled back. Little by little, thrust after thrust, his jealousy and frustration melted away under the inexorable pleasure of being ruthlessly fucked.

His body moved of its own accord, all his training and ambitions seizing hold, as he threw his ass back to meet Midig’s thrusts. Though it was subtle, not loud enough to attract too much attention, the soft sound of slapping flesh and quiet moans filled the air. Seconds dragged by, with the situation growing increasingly impassioned, until the pegasus’ growing rapture became more evident.

Try as he might, Rumble was unable to contain his voice. Bidix’s medial ring was demolishing his tender p-spot, the pair of hooves around his waist played with his sensitive nipples, and Tender had done more than just spectate. Wandering closer, possibly drawn by the stud’s musk, his classmate had started lapping at his hole and the titanic stallionhood pistoning into him. He didn’t notice the lights growing dim, nor the trailers beginning to play on screen, as he rolled his head back and groaned.

“Tighten up, Slut,” Midig grunted, twisting his teats and eliciting a whimper, “milk my cock like you’re supposed to.”

“Y…yes, Daddy,” Rumble mewled, clenching his abused pucker around the slickened shaft rearranging his insides.

Fixating on the indescribable feeling of being dominated on a fundamental level, his grasp of reality faded. He’d changed his body and altered his behavior for his stud, steadily becoming a different pony than he’d been months prior, and he knew he wasn’t finished yet. If he was destined to become a buxom, bubbly bimbo of a femcolt for his lover, he’d embrace his future with open hooves - nevertheless, that wouldn’t be for quite some time; for now, he had a job to do.

With Tender lavishing the slickened cock buried in his ass, he rode Bidix for everything he was worth. Constricting his well-trained pucker on the upstrokes, relaxing on his plunges, he spared no expense to get his Daddy off. He instinctively knew Button was in the same boat as him, working Midig’s shaft like it was his job, and the thought was as heartwarming as it was provocative.

Moving harder and faster with every fleeting second, pushing themselves to the limit, the happy, lecherous couples screwed without a care in the world - all with Tender being an unexpected participant. Though the little usher was playing a relatively passive role, he stroked himself off while relishing what had to be his first experience with a zebra. As things reached a head, drawing a few curious glances from the small number of moviegoers, things took a turn.

“Oh fuck!” Button cried, his movements faltering while he blew his load to the floor.

In what could only be described as a perverse domino effect, one colt came shortly after the other. Snorting and biting down on his lover’s neck, Bidix hilted and unleashed a torrent of seed into the young earth pony’s depths. Hearing and seeing his friend peak, paired with Tender’s tongue ravishing his backdoor, proved too much for Rumble to bear. With a feminine mewl, his legs threatening to give out, he painted his classmate with his thin, impotent spunk.

Bidix was the last to climax, but it was one heck of a climax. With a triumphant snark, the zebra hauled Rumble downward and disgorged his immense load into the femcolt. Having backed away to wipe his face, unprepared for the baptism of jizz, Tender had a front row seat to the sight of his fellow student’s gut distending under pints of scalding seed; nibbling his lip, furiously stroking himself off, his spunk only added to the unseemly mess the group had made. It was hedonism made manifest, the apex of youthful desires and unrestrained lasciviousness, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Quiet down!” a random pony shouted, lobbing a bucket of popcorn up and back at them.

“S…sorry!” Tender bleated, waving to the patron. “Somepony spilled their drink up here! I’ll take care of it straight away.”

Wiping his face off as best he could, he scampered down the aisle, to the stairs, and toward the exit, leaving the four euphoric colts in his wake. The happy couples dreamily looked to one another, all immeasurably thankful that they’d received some much needed assistance to cover for what could have been an even stickier situation, as they carefully unsheathed their lengths and unplugged their holes. Each was covered in or filled with seed, the lightheadedness a well-earned orgasms had them smiling like idiots, and they were overjoyed with how things had played out - sure they may look back and consider the exchange foolish later, but they were as happy as could be for the time being.

“What do we say?” the twins asked in unison, grinning at their cum-bloated lovers.

Wistfully grinning and plastering themselves to their mates, having unsteadily hopped back into their seats, Rumble and Button replied in tandem. “Thank you, Daddy…”