Mistletoe Madness

by Pillowfight

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, Narcotics, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Windy Whistles, Second Person, Fetish, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Profanity
Length: 6564

They say a Hearth's Warming party's not complete without a sprig of mistletoe... but is it really an Equestrian tradition to hang mistletoe from a cockring?

Equestria’s favourite human himbo has fallen victim to yet another of these wacky pony “traditions!” What began as a normal Hearth’s Warming Eve party has become a sweaty, cumsoaked mess, all thanks to the strategically positioned sprig of mistletoe dangling from a certain part of your body. Now, it’s all you can do to survive the horde of cock hungry mares who are after your seed. But it’d be a shame if you didn’t take this opportunity to breed a lovely lady or two, and (if you’re lucky) make a few additions to your herd!

A self indulgent tale of pure smut for the holiday season, featuring blowjobs, plot worship, inter-species babymaking, drunk sex, and other bad ideas. Happy holidays! 🎄

The cover art is by HeavyMetalBronyYeah, 2344481 on derpi.

Published 2024-12-24 22:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-12-24 22:20:01 UTC

1. Mistletoe mouthfuls

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!

2. Mistletoe mishaps

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...