Mistletoe Madness

As the winds of deepest winter howled outside, the sounds of a crackling fire and happy laughter filled the air of Sweet Apple Acres’ farmhouse. Friends of the Apple family from Ponyville and beyond had gathered for the biggest celebration of the year. The buffet table shuddered beneath the weight of delicacies from around Equestria, and ponies were cheerfully toasting each other with glasses of gleaming cider and foaming eggnog.

As for you, the new head of the Apple family? It’s safe to say that your presence was felt everywhere. Your pregnant wives not-so-subtly flaunted their swollen bellies to jealous friends as they sipped their non-alcoholic eggnog, boasting of your virility and making your exotic human body the centre of attention. Yet though you were present, you weren’t exactly participating in the party. In truth, you were barely even conscious anymore. You lay slumped in an easy chair near the kitchen, sweating profusely and moaning, while Rainbow Dash and her mother knelt before you and sucked your dick.

Yes, two gorgeous blue pegasi were slobbering up and down opposite sides of your amazingly lucky cock, kissing and sucking on you as they fought for dominance over your affections. Their heads were capped with identical red hats, their legs swaddled in sexy stockings with candy-cane stripes. Bright green lipstick adorned Mrs. Whistles’ lovely mouth, and her tomboy daughter had reluctantly applied a glossy coat of feminine red to her own lips — only to smear those colours all over your cock and reveal the lovely blue lips beneath.

As you lay helpless within this whirlwind of lust, Dash’s and Windy’s tongues darted nimbly across your flesh, in search of new veins they might lavish with love, new pleasure points they might playfully tweak. With every lick and suckle their eyes stayed fixed on you, monitoring your response to their combined pleasures, daring you to prefer one of them over the other.

You knew this look well, for you saw it often in the lustful expressions of your wives as they double or triple-teamed you. These dick-hungry ponysluts wouldn’t stop their teasing until a full load had been extracted from your balls and plastered proudly all over their muzzles... and who was to say that they would stop even then?

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck...” you moaned, helplessly stroking the two tossing manes before you, rainbow and orange blurring in your mind. “You girls are just too cute...”

Instantly Rainbow Dash ceased her blowjob and glared at you. “Cute?” she growled. Her mother took the opportunity to slurp your unimpeded cock into her mouth, only to issue a glurk as the head bumped against the back of her throat, its human girth wider than anything she’d ever swallowed.

“I-I mean you’re just too awesome...” you amended. With a nod of satisfaction, Rainbow Dash planted her lips on one of your testicles and began paying oral tribute, as Windy worked to surmount her gag reflex and lodge your mighty length down her gullet.

The ~~adorable~~ awesome mares who were blowing you were definitely to blame for your current predicament. Though in truth, part of the blame had to fall on the pleasant buzz in your head, born of too many glasses of fortified eggnog. And of course there was your utter lack of will power when it came to the fairer sex. Yes, once again you’d fallen victim to one of Equestria’s horny holiday traditions!

Your Equestrian wives were constantly springing these oddball rules and strange rituals on you. You’d learned never to question them, no matter how flimsy and sketchy their explanations of the supposed “traditions.” After all, the ridiculous scenarios they painted inevitably led to you wetting your dick, draining your balls, and welcoming even more mares into your ever growing herd. Tonight, your naughty wives were using the Apple family’s holiday party as an excuse to share their stud among their curious friends.

It all came down to the magic of mistletoe. In the cozy confines of a Hearth’s Warming party, a dangling sprig of mistletoe signalled a spot where two lovers might meet and share a secret kiss. This was no different from the similar tradition you knew from Christmas parties on Earth. Unique to Equestria, though, was where the mistletoe might be found this night — hanging from a tightly fitted ring strapped around the base of your cock!

Ignoring your feeble protests, your wife Sweetie Belle had snapped the cock ring around your shaft like a tight, constricting wreath. Your unicorn cutie smiled at the sight: the green leaves of the mistletoe prickled your sensitive balls, and the red berries beneath lent a bit of festive cheer to a cock that normally appeared cruel and brutal, interested only in pumping and impregnating mare pussies.

As your cock throbbed, fighting its constriction and swelling with trapped blood, Sweetie’s sister Rarity used her magical aura to unfold the ugliest holiday sweater you’d ever seen and force it down over your chest. The normally sensible fashionista had denied your usual trousers and underwear. Rarity was determined that tonight you would greet your party guests attired in pony style, with your junk on full display!

When those guests began to arrive, you answered the door completely naked save for the sweater. Your ass was visible to all appreciative onlookers, your erect cock bobbed back and forth before you wherever you went, and the dangling mistletoe advertised it as available to any curious mare who wanted a taste. Of course, months of devotion and praise from your wives had freed you of any embarrassment about your human body. It was the stallions’ egos you were worried about! Ponies were so much smaller than humans, that even the sturdiest little horsecock couldn’t measure up to your mighty mare-wrecker.

Of all the cutie-mares you greeted that night, Mrs. Cake was the first to take advantage of the freeuse party favour that swung between your legs. No sooner had she set her tray of cupcakes onto the large buffet table than she’d turned to you with a look of lust in her half lidded eyes.

“Happy Hearth’s Warming, big guy,” she’d murmured, making eye contact directly with your cock. Puckering her lips, she’d planted a sensuous kiss on the leaking head, tickling your frenulum with her tongue and smudging your fleshy crown with her vibrant pink lipstick.

A single kiss from an 11/10 MILF like Mrs. Cake could have made your night, but as you’d discovered over and over in Equestria, what started with a kiss inevitably became much more. With a moan, Mrs. Cake leaned into her kiss, opening wide to slurp the head of your cock past her lips. She frantically worked your shaft with her tongue as she bounced her mouth further and further down your length. A cheer came up from your herd as the respected owner of Sugarcube Corner broke the carnal ice by being the first to take a taste of human dick. The party had officially begun!

The scene was surreal, to say the least. All around you was the bustle and cheer of a Hearth’s Warming celebration, as your Ponyville neighbours raised toasts and sang songs. Yet in the midst of the celebration was the seemingly wholesome Cup Cake, her teats slipping out from the bottom of her sweater, her fat ass cheeks bouncing and slapping against each other, her tail flagged and her cunt dripping as she bobbed her head on your dick with the motions of a talented and dutiful wife.

As for Mr. Cake, he simply smiled and patted his wife on her ginormous dumptruck before heading off into the party. It seemed that the magic of the mistletoe temporarily freed mares from their marital vows. Mr. Cake hardly wanted to see his voluptuous bride join your herd permanently, but like most married stallions he welcomed a brief respite from getting his pelvis wrecked and his soul sucked out through his cock.

Despite the un-ponylike size of your endowment, Mrs. Cake could deepthroat you easily, making you wonder if she’d been practising her skills on minotaurs or dragons. Stumbling backwards into your favourite easy chair, you found yourself unable to move beneath the chubby MILF’s expert attentions as she swiftly brought you towards a desperate climax. Finally you cried out with passion and gushed forth with a mouth-filling load.

As you came, you felt Mrs. Cake’s hooves brushing against your mistletoe cockring. She gently squeezed your throbbing balls, pulling out every drop you had to offer and giving an open mouthed smile to prove that she’d swallowed it all. Then, with a giggle and a final kiss to your unflagging dickhead, she trotted back to her husband, wiping her lips.

Yet your ordeal was just beginning. Every mare in the room had witnessed Mrs. Cake reduce you to a quivering heap of jelly with nothing but her soft, wet mouth. The once fearsome human had been revealed as a tamed and obedient pet. The vast length and girth of your cock no longer intimidated these mares, and your potent musk now acted as an invitation rather than a warning.

In an instant, Minuette lunged forward and glomped her lips over your slick cockhead, adding her blue lipstick ring to the pink “decorations” Mrs. Cake had left on your holiday pole. Your Ponyville neighbours swarmed about your easy chair, encouraging Minuette with their cute voices, each eager to take her own turn with you and find out exactly why your wives found human dick so irresistible.

There you sat over the course of the evening, helpless before the barrage of pleasures. After Minuette brought you off, you had not 5 seconds to recover before Nurse Redheart’s mouth was on your cock. The pretty earth pony easily nursed you back to health with tender kisses, then proceeded to drain you with suction worthy of a milking machine.

A lesser man would have tapped out after his third pony blowjob, and even you were having second thoughts about being the evening’s entertainment. Fortunately, it was then that your sweet farmgirl wife Apple Bloom brought you a fresh glass of eggnog, well laced with apple brandy and the Apple family’s secret virility potion.

After downing the contents, your chest filled with fire and the veins on your rigid cock sizzled and throbbed. At this peak moment you felt like an invincible stud, capable of taking on all of Ponyville at once. You were ready to go again, and again — in fact, you could do this all night! You reached out into the crowd of curious mares and grabbed a blonde mane that proved to belong to Derpy Hooves. Rudely shoving your cock past her surprised lips, you took your pleasure like a stallion in senseless rut.

Mere minutes later, cute little Derpy had mouth-hugged you into orgasmic oblivion. Her adorable yellow eyes looked up at you (one of them did, anyways) as she casually bestowed the best blowjob you’d ever had. As you slammed her grey lips to your crotch and nutted a salty ocean down her throat, you felt utterly broken, as if your very testicles were liquifying and spurting out through your cock. These mares were just too sexy to bear!

Mare after mare, after mare. The chatter of the Hearth’s Warming party echoed in your ears as Amethyst Star, Starlight Glimmer, Sassaflash, Maud Pie and even the mayor took their turns bobbing their heads in your lap, sampling what the ladies of your herd got to enjoy every day. You’d think the sheer amount of cum you were pumping down thirsty throats could eventually qualify you for a night’s rest, but your wives had never seen things this way. Your dick was their private property, and tonight they were sharing ownership with the rest of Ponyville. The most you were promised was a fresh glass of enhanced eggnog whenever your erection began to flag.

Now, after a seeming eternity of oral stimulation, Rainbow Dash and her mother had you up against two mares at once. Their teamwork and silent communication was impeccable. Since Windy Whistles had trouble taking you down her throat, she’d retreated to the hefty mounds of your ball sack, which she polished as thoroughly as she did her daughter’s racing trophies, making them gleam with spit.

Rainbow Dash also struggled briefly to swallow your girth, but with great determination, working downwards inch by inch, she finally managed to hilt your monster down your throat. When her lips tightened around your base it sent a surge of pleasure racing up your length — and then the throatfucking began.

With incredible speed and force Dash began to bounce her head up and down the full length of your cock. Windy Whistles slipped one of your testicles into her maw, then stretched her jaw wide to fit the other and began to suck, HARD. The voyeuristic mares surrounding your chair hushed their chatter and watched with amazement. Two sexual athletes were giving your cock all they had. This was the main event — the time for teasing was over, and it was time for Ponyville’s pet human to pop yet another load.

Your hips lifted from the chair beneath you and you frantically humped into Dash’s mouth as your climax overtook you. “UNNNGH!” you screamed, momentarily quieting the entire party. “CUMMING!”

A single blort of cum from your balls bloated Rainbow Dash’s face into chipmunk cheeks. She released your cock from her lips — only to see the coveted shaft fall directly into her mother’s eagerly opened mouth. Windy’s eyes went wide as your second blast of sperm filled her mouth and spewed back out to dribble down her lips like foamy icicles.

Both mares’ pupils became tiny pink love hearts as they experienced their first taste of the cream your wives craved. And still the sperm kept shooting forth from your overstimulated mare-feeder. As the girls struggled to swallow the blasts of your copious load, your unimpeded cock bounced freely from Dash’s muzzle to Windy’s, marking both mares with spurts of fresh seed. Your sperm dripped from the top of their Santa hats, flowed down their cheeks like drifting snow, conditioned their manes to a glossy sheen and webbed their eyelashes together. Finally, slowly, your orgasm subsided and you set your butt back into your easy chair, utterly drained and satisfied.

With a loud gulp, Rainbow Dash finally knocked back your thick nut and looked up at you triumphantly through cum-blurry vision. “Heh, you make some good eggnog, dude!” she joked.

“G-guh...” you moaned, your mind reduced to the state of a zombie.

“So, who would you say sucked you off better?” Dash asked you casually. “Me, or my mum?”

“Buh?” Even in your addled state, you knew this was a DANGEROUS question! Choosing a favourite among the two mares who’d just granted you a threeway? Gentlestallions didn’t do such a thing... at least, gentlestallions who wanted to stay alive. The one and only safe answer was to propose a second round of sex to “help you decide” — and you weren’t sure you could survive another round with these two gladiators!

Windy Whistles simply tittered at her daughter’s brashness. “I don’t want to embarrass you, Rainbow,” she sighed, “but everycreature knows that older mares make the best lovers. I’m clearly the superior cocksucker.”

Though Windy supported Rainbow Dash 100% in her racing career, when it came to the pleasuring of stallions it seemed she considered her daughter a distant second place. The cum faced MILF stroked your thigh with an appreciative wing, raising goose pimples on your flesh. “Over his time in Equestria, I’m sure even this... rather simple minded human has come to appreciate the quality that comes with maturity. Isn’t that right, hot stuff?”

“You couldn’t even deepthroat his huge stupid shlong!” Rainbow Dash grumbled. “Come on, dude, answer the question,” she demanded of you. “Who’s better?”

You were hardly in a position to answer any questions, or even to speak. Stars and chirping birds were spinning around your confused head as you puzzled over the question posed. A guy like you couldn’t be expected to think right after busting a nut — it just wasn’t fair!

“Hrm, maybe I can ‘convince’ him to give the right answer,” Windy Whistles mused. All at once your head cleared as the cartoon symbols of your confusion were chased away by a flap of her sexy wings. Soaring up to your eye level, the plentiful pega-MILF leaned in and brushed her plot against your cheek, setting your face ablush with the touch of her blue fur. Then, just as you couldn’t imagine anything better than snuggling with Dash’s mother for the rest of the night, that naughtiest of mares whispered three magical words into your ear:

“I’m still fertile...”

You groaned and a flash flood of precum drooled forth from your thoroughly tenderized prick. Pissing off Rainbow Dash was a terrible idea, but with that simple phrase her mother had hit you right in the weakest of your weak points. You were a man with certain tastes, and your greatest pleasure was to take a married mare to bed and remind her just how much fun it was to bring a foal into this world of friendship.

Even as your hand subconsciously moved to Windy’s floating crotch to test her for yourself, a whiff of her arousal carried the truth of her statement to your well trained nose. Windy Whistles was not only fertile, she was ovulating!

This was an opportunity too good to pass up! Fortunately, you were well known for your quick thinking and intelligence. You’d surely be able to say something that satisfied Rainbow Dash’s jealousy, while also inviting her mother into your bed. You opened your mouth and prepared to let pearls of wisdom spill out.

“Wow, Dash, that was some extra special head you just gave me,” you encouraged, “but Windy just has more experience, y’know?”

Nailed it! you thought.

“Huh?” Dash scratched her head with a wing. “I knew you were dumb, but — wait, is she bribing you? Did she say you could fuck her?”

“N-not exactly...” you gulped.

“You can fuck me too, you know!” Dash blurted out. “I-in the ass, I mean.” The younger mare gulped as your potent staff shifted and raised to point expectantly at her: dripping with sperm, covered in lipstick marks, and swiftly rehardening at the prospect of practising a little animal husbandry with Mrs. Whistles. “Geeze, can you imagine if I let this thing anywhere near my pussy? You’d knock me up in 10 seconds flat! My Wonderbolts career would be ruined!”

“Well, dear,” Windy giggled, “I’m afraid that’s just more proof that you youngsters don’t know how to satisfy a real male.” She pressed her cummy lips to yours, passionately Prenching you and proving that her tongue was good for much more than cleaning the sweat off your testicles. “Hmm, I think somehuman’s going to find an extra special Hearth’s Warming present in his bed tonight.”

As you nodded frantically, visions of marepussy dancing in your head, Windy brought her lips once more to your ear and added: “And don’t even think of wearing a condom... not that they make them in your size...”

And just when you thought you couldn’t get any luckier tonight!