In a huff, Rainbow Dash flapped off to the buffet as you canoodled with her mother. With a grin of conquest on her muzzle, Windy Whistles straddled your shoulders, rubbing her teats against the back of your neck and showing off the sticky holiday cheer you’d sprayed all over her face. Sitting beneath Windy’s happy smile, your own dopey grin just got wider, for your next round of fellatio was about to begin, courtesy of none other than Princess Twilight Sparkle!

The gorgeous young alicorn trotted in between your wide-spread thighs, followed by a retinue of her own clapping ass cheeks. She gripped your cock in her magical aura, squeezing it lightly to stiffen it to its utmost. Leaning in to its raunchy scent, Twilight was just about to bestow a royal kiss, when she stopped and frowned.

“Hey, wait a minute!” Twilight griped. She poked the base of your crotch with a hoof. “This isn’t mistletoe on his cock — it’s holly!”

“Huh?” Sweetie Belle shrugged from the sidelines. “What’s the difference? Just suck his dick already!”

“The symbolism’s utterly wrong!” Twilight objected. “Mistletoe is an obligate hemiparasitic plant that sucks the life out of a tree, just as mares love to suck on big dicks. And mistletoe berries are white, like cum! Holly is just some random evergreen shrub, with red berries! Honestly, Applejack, I’m surprised you could make such a basic botanical mistake.”

“Well, what ya say is true,” Applejack confessed, “but holly jes looks purdier’n mistletoe, a-danglin’ beneath mah husband’s stallion-bits.” She sighed romantically. “I reckon the red berries make his balls look all festive like.”

“Perhaps so,” Twilight sniffed, “but I’m sorry, girls: the human is not wearing a mistletoe cockring. This holiday tradition is invalid!”

The many mares still looking forward to sucking you off that night groaned with disappointment. If there was one thing capable of cockblocking Ponyville’s cheerful horniness, it was Twilight Sparkle’s nerdish pedantry!

Truth be told, you were inwardly sighing with relief. After another 20 horse blowjobs you’d have found it very difficult to give Windy Whistles the breeding she deserved. Perhaps it was time to call it a night, retire to a cozy bed, and get started on a little brother or sister for Rainbow Dash. Yet all such pleasant thoughts were crushed and dismissed, when Rarity stepped forward with a wicked glint in her eyes!

“Twilight, darling, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about the other Hearth’s Warming tradition?” Your posh wife put a friendly hoof around Twilight’s wither, yet you heard a distinct edge in Rarity’s voice. “The one about holly cockrings?” Ice water flowed down your spine and you shuddered as you faced yet another plunge into the strange and arbitrary world of Equestria’s dick-draining traditions.

“Huh?” Twilight suddenly seemed to realize what Rarity was suggesting and went quiet. “Oh, yeah, of course, ummm... holly cockrings...”

The room went still, with countless mares staring at the Princess of Friendship as she put a hoof to her lips in thought. “Yew best not ruin this fer us, Twilight!” Apple Bloom hissed.

“Yes, the tradition, the tradition... very ancient...” Twilight stalled for time. “Ah, yes! If a stallion wears a holly cockring at a Hearth’s Warming party, it means he has to... give out hoof massages!” All the mares present cheered as Twilight revealed this bit of ancient lore.

“And lick our buttholes!” Windy Whistles added from her perch on your shoulder. The assembled mares cheered even louder at this.

“Y-yes, the butthole licking is an important Hearth’s Warming tradition,” Twilight agreed with a blush. She raised a hoof and issued a royal decree: “On this sacred night, let no ponut go untasted!”

You couldn’t believe your luck — you were invited, indeed required, to eat every single mare-ass in the farmhouse? And your dick would go untouched for the rest of the evening, allowing you to save up a hefty breeding load for Mrs. Whistles? This was the best tradition yet!

Climbing out of your easy chair with fresh energy, you lifted Twilight in a bridal carry and set her down in the indentation left by your bare butt. She squeaked cutely and her wings poofed out as she was submerged in an evening’s worth of your accumulated sweat and musk. The surrounding mares murmured with excitement and reached back to stroke their winking clits as you knelt on the wooden floor before the Princess, ready to serve.

Twilight’s raised her hind legs and sent her oversized ass cheeks wobbling before you, each the size of a Christmas ham. Grabbing two generous handfuls of purple plot, you cranked open Twilight’s mudflaps to reveal the first course of your Hearth’s Warming dinner.

Twilight’s ponut was huge, protruding rudely beneath her relatively tidy horsepussy. Her crotch scent made your nose tingle with its perfect mixture of lavender and nerd sweat. Kiss marks on Twilight’s pouting anus, in several colours of lipstick, announced that you were far from the first peasant to pay a royal tribute this night. Finally, dangling from a string tied about Twilight’s dock, buried deep between her canyon, you saw a little sprig of greenery which bore pale white berries.

“You see that down there?” Twilight asked you rhetorically. “That’s mistletoe!”

Always obedient to Equestria’s traditions, you puckered your lips and kissed Twilight’s fat, humid asshole. The ring of flesh was so large you could barely fit it in your mouth, so you sucked carefully on the tip of the rim, slipping your tongue past her eager pucker to taste Twilight’s forbidden, spicy depths.

With your mouth occupied, you lifted your hands to Twilight’s upturned rear hooves and began to apply light pressure to her sensitive frogs, the way your wives had taught you. After a hard day of work on the farm, there was nothing like a gentle and romantic hoof massage to get a gal revved up for a night of raunchy assfucking!

Sadly, to reach Twilight’s hooves you had to release her royal rump from your grasp. When you let go, two massive purple cheeks swiftly clapped closed around your head with a loud thud. You were suspended in darkness... warm, heavy, sexy darkness. All physical sensation was cut off, save the painful throbbing of your erection, the feel of Twilight’s squishy hooves beneath your hands, and the insistent pressure of alicorn ass against your tongue.

“Oooh, that’s nice.” Twilight moaned, wriggling her booty against your hungry mouth. Her voice sounded distant and drowned out by the mountain of ass that covered your ears. “Guys, is it OK if I squirt in your husband’s face?” Already her juices were beginning to dribble down your nose...

“That’s what he’s here fer,” Applejack drawled agreeably from the other side of Twilight’s fleshy curtains. “In fact, if he don’t make ya squirt in his face, I’ll know the reason why!”

Fortunately, Applejack needn’t have worried. This chonky shortstack of a Princess proved to be a juicy girl indeed...

Well past midnight, in the early hours of Hearth’s Warming Day, you staggered up the stairway to the upper floor of the farmhouse, clinging tightly to the banister with every step. Your head swam with eggnog and brandy, not to mention the intoxicating scent and taste of pastel pony poopers.

You’d lovingly massaged more than 100 hooves and rimmed out dozens of sweaty mare-butts, until pussies sprayed sweet honey and cute voices whinnied with pleasure. Yet you still had one more assignment before you could finally fall asleep. Windy Whistles had asked you to grant her the most precious Hearth’s Warming gift of all: a beautiful foal to cherish and love. Your once depleted cock had regained his stature through hours of teasing and now stood before you as a rigid bar of steel: ready and eager to fulfill this most important mission.

On most nights you slept in the master bedroom, in a kingly bed surrounded by your herd and warmed by their fuzzy bodies. Yet your family also kept a little spare bedroom at the end of the hall: a quiet, private place where you could carry a mare for a romantic breeding session when the time was right. It was here where you and Windy had agreed to meet for your tryst, and your hand shook with anticipation as you turned the doorknob and slipped inside.

Your heart raced as you anticipated the happiness to come. You loved to pry open a tight slit that had only known floppy horsecock, and to seed a lonely womb was always a special honour. As well, there was the satisfaction of seeing the ultra competitive Rainbow Dash outdone by her own mother. Dash was one sexy piece of ass, but naughty mommy-mares would always win your heart... even if you had to make them into mommies by breeding them yourself!

In the darkness of the bedroom you could just barely make out the upturned blue butt of a pegasus mare, lying face down on the bed. “Ready already, Windy?” you chuckled. A subtle giggle from beneath a pillow was your lover’s only response.

Feeling around with your hand in the darkness, you determined that the cuck chair near the door was empty, much to your relief. You’d been a bit concerned that Bow Hothoof would want to watch you breed his wife. You always found this a bit awkward, but never had the heart to refuse. After all, if you didn’t have the balls to fuck a mare in front of her husband, what made you better than a low-down cheater?

Running a finger carefully up Windy’s slit quickly confirmed that your latest partner was wet and eager. Your cock wanted a taste as well, so you hoisted your meat in both hands and dragged the sensitive crown up and down those tight blue folds, seeking entrance. You preferred to breed your lovers face-to-face, in the good old mating press position, but if Windy wanted to fuck the way ponies had for thousands of years, you were happy to oblige.

“Fuck, Windy, you’re tight...” you moaned. It was never easy to fit a cock the size of a mare’s leg up her vagina, but usually you got some help from the pussy in question. Even Scootaloo’s virgin snatch had blossomed around your cockhead as you gently pressed yourself into her. Despite her sopping eagerness, the pegasus before you was so tight that your shaft bent against her vulva as you applied pressure, rather than pop inside.

Patiently you rubbed and stroked Windy’s throbbing clitoris with the crown of your prick, letting her open up in her own good time. Your oozing precum mixed with the juices of her arousal to form a sticky yet effective lubricant, which let you slowly work the tip of your dick past her outer lips. After another minute of work, your entire head had sunk into the heavenly depths, and you could finally begin to do what you did best: fuck horse cunt.

You’d dreamed of making tender, romantic love to Dash’s mum, but this pussy demanded a rough treatment. It was the only way to get inside! You found yourself putting your full weight behind each thrust, counting as a victory each little fraction of an inch you managed to sink into those clasping depths. Again and again you drove your dick into that miniature marepussy until you finally reached Windy’s eager G spot. Now every thrust battered against that sensitive point and brought your lover towards soaking climaxes that arrived in rapid fire with grunts and moans, sending marecum gushing down the untouched length of your shaft.

It was hard to believe the muscles clenching down on you had actually birthed a foal — Rainbow Dash must have zipped right out of the womb! Your head swam with pleasure and brandy as you resisted the temptation to join Windy in ultimate ecstasy, nutting inside her before she was fully ready for her breeding. You pulled out every trick and breathing exercise you knew, trying desperately to hold out, knowing that the best was yet to come. Deeper and deeper your slick shaft delved the underexplored depths of this airborne cougar. You wouldn’t stop until you were as deep inside as human cock could go, and you could soak Windy’s eggs at point blank range!

At last your cockhead bumped against Windy’s cervix, deep in her core. In stark contrast to the pussy you’d just pummelled your way through, that tight ring of muscle obediently yawned open at your touch and welcomed you inside. Another inch of you slipped into heaven as your mushroom flare entered Windy’s blessed seat of life. Mare wombs were regarded as the most sacred places in Equestria... plus, it felt great to put your dick inside them!

The ring of Windy’s cervix clenched around your cunt-clogging cockhead, like the evil twin of the ~~mistletoe~~ holly cockring you still wore on your base. Then it relaxed, gently guiding you forward, only to tighten again with a delicious suction. You gasped as new shards of pleasure erupted through your body. Windy’s cervix was giving you a blowjob! Experienced mommy-marehoods really were the best!

Finally your cock bumped against the far wall of Windy’s womb, forcing a grunt from her lips. You could go no further inside this little pony. Looking down at your shaft with a slight disappointment, you saw several inches of turgid manhood still exposed and unloved. Sadly, not all mares could take your full length up their cunts... but that’s why anal was invented!

Holding back at this point would be foolish. You were exactly where you needed to be, and it was time to deliver the foal Windy had asked for. You allowed yourself to relax, throwing out all restraint and allowing Windy’s internals to pamper and massage your pony propagator until you burst forth with passion. Reaching down beneath your joined bodies, you rubbed the prominently winking clit, bringing your mare to maximum receptivity to an inter-species breeding.

You felt your lover clench, then relax. A final sloppy maregasm gushed forth from Windy’s stuffed lips, and you felt your own climax pass the point of no return. “Here it cums, baby,” you whispered lovingly. “Get ready...” Her cervix clenched down on you, firmly and possessively. With a mighty twitch your balls tightened, drew up to your crotch, and with a load groan you allowed the mare beneath you to uncork your final load of the night.

The tidal wave that surged forth from your nuts made your earlier cumshots look like a single dribble of impotent pre. This was a breeding load, thick and powerful, packed with your most lively sperm. Jizzing on a mare’s face was fun, but when it came time to create a foal, your balls reached deep, clenched extra hard, and brought out the good stuff.

You’d done this many times before, but found each insemination to be a unique and magical experience. Fireworks filled your eyes as the cum rocketed out of your cock to bloat Windy’s overpowered womb, filling it to the brim, and beyond. Her unsuspecting eggs were drenched in wriggling suitors — strong and caring suitors, if not the most intelligent. Instinctively you moved your hips, bashing your spewing head against the walls of Windy’s womb, as if you could achieve one more millimetre of penetration or increase the chances of pregnancy above 100%.

Finally, the deed was done. The marehood before you was completely packed full of your masculine essence, oozing out to dribble over satisfied cunt lips. Yet the meaty rascal you kept between your legs still wasn’t satisfied. He twitched and lurched inside the sperm slick cunt, eager for more fun.

And why not? You’d never failed to impregnate a mare on your first attempt, but Windy Whistles surely wouldn’t mind going a second round. You cupped the taut blue ass before you and gently stroked the cutie mark of a cloud and rainbow. You’d hold off for just a few seconds to ensure fertilization, and...

Wait, a rainbow?

“R-Rainbow Dash?” you croaked out.

“Bwahahaha!” cackled a familiar voice from beneath the bed-sheets. “You totally fell for it, you big dummy! The old switcheroo! One whiff of pussy and the male brain shuts off!”

Panicked, you flipped on the bedroom light switch to get a better look. Lying on the bed before you, where you’d expected to find the MILFy abundance of Windy Whistles, you instead saw the indisputably svelte body of her daughter, her ass up and her pussy packed full of your cock and cum.

You gasped and grabbed at your fuzzy head in a panic. How had this happened? The darkness of the bedroom, the haze of alcohol that filled your mind, and the thrill of rawdogging a horse had combined to create the horniest mistake of your life. (Also, it must be said, you weren’t the sharpest cupcake in the bakery...)

“Oh, shit!” you groaned. “Applejack’s going to kill me!” You’d just impregnated your wife’s best friend, without even knowing it! Your mind cast back to the many times Applejack had warned you and Dash away from each other, in no uncertain terms!

“Gol durnit, Dash, when ya gonna settle down with a stallion an’ start poppin’ out them foals? I know yew ain’t no lesbian, cause lesbians actually know how ta eat pussy!”

“Mebbe it ain’t ‘politically correct’ ta say this, but I say that flighty pegasus needs a guy ta pin her down an’ fill her up with spunk — without takin’ no fer an answer, neither. I’d do it mahself, but I ain’t got the equipment...”

“Say, babe, I was thinkin’, wouldn’t it be hi-larious if Rainbow Dash joined our herd? An’ ya fucked her an’ made her all big an’ pregnant, so she couldn’t race no more? An’ she had nothin’ ta do but sit her cute butt on our couch an’ let me snuggle an’ kiss ’er? Hahahah, f-funny joke, ain’t it?”

Actually, now that you thought about it, maybe you weren’t in too much trouble...

But before your tipsy brain could explore all the implications of what you’d done, you heard the clop of hoofsteps outside, and the creaking open of the door to your private sanctum. Whirling your head around, your panic returned, even deeper than before — for standing in the doorway were Rainbow Dash’s parents!

“Sorry to make you wait for your pussy delivery, hot stuff,” Windy murmured with a smile, “but I finally convinced Bow to make it a threeway. He’ll be — RAINBOW?”

With a loud sucking sound your dwindling cock slipped out of the twat you’d just seeded. Windy Whistles and Bow Hothoof stared with opened mouths at the waterfall of sperm flowing out of their daughter’s now gaping cunt.

“Bwahahahah!” Dash cackled at her mother, launching herself off the bed and pointing at her dripping creampie with both wings. “In your face, mum! I’m obviously the best fuck in this family! You think a fat ass and gorgeous teats are enough to hook a human stud? In your dreams! Younger mares are hotter, our cunts are tighter, we fuck harder, and we’re more awesome in bed! You’re so loose and baggy down there, I bet you can’t even feel Dad anymore!

“Rainbow Danger Dash!” Windy Whistles frowned at her loudmouthed daughter and brought her wings to her prominent hips. “First of all, your father’s cock is very satisfying. But more importantly... did you just get yourself knocked up, as a prank?”

For one moment Rainbow Dash fell silent, her wings beating slowly as she hovered in midair. The only sound in the bedroom was the loud blorp, blurp of your creampie pouring out of her and onto the bedsheets. Then, suddenly, a look of terror came over Dash’s muzzle and she facehoofed.

“Awe, crap!”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's Note

If you ask me, these two dumbasses deserve each other...