> Empty Nest
>  by dermuffinmeister
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> Empty Nest
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“Rainbow Dash,” the principal said into the microphone, his voice boring monotone, having gone through the alphabet thus far to “R”. When Windy Whistles felt her husband’s wing wrap around her as they sat together, she had never felt so happy. She wiped her teary eyes for the hundredth time as their only beautiful daughter strolled smartly across the stage.

“That’s my girl!” Bow shouted, and the mare gave a sharp whistle. She beamed, feeling her cheeks aching already. She was wearing her Sunday best, a lovely yellow dress, her husband in a tidy little checkered button down shirt that really made him look like a father. She gently stroked his forearm below the rolled up cuff. His contours were wide til the elbow, and his biceps hadn't shrunk since his quarterback days. 

As Dash took her little diploma, Bow snapped a picture. She held his hand, watching the short pegasus mare with her father's wild mane step down the far side of the stage, that little blush on her grumpy face.

Windy giggled and leaned her head on Bow’s shoulder, listening to him hoot a few more times. He stopped, too choked up. “Oh, Bowie, our little Dashie is all grown up.” She sniffed, swallowing at a lump in her throat. Rainbow went and sat back in her seat. Laughing and talking with her neighbors, more and more graduates were called in order to walk, take their diploma, shake hands, maybe smile for a picture. It droned on, but that was fine. Sitting here, her burly stallion holding her close, she wanted this to last forever. She smiled and returned her gaze to the varsity team captain she was holding onto, mind dancing in a split area between pride in her daughter graduating and memories of getting stains out of her cheerleading skirt every weekend. She breathed calmly despite her racing heart. Windy let her right breast press into that strong arm, her cheek nuzzling his shoulder. What a catch. Even eighteen years after Dash came into her life, Windy never stopped loving that mare's father. 

But, eventually, the stallion finished with a short speech. “Today marks a momentous day for all of us, and especially our graduates. This class is the largest in Cloudsdale High history, with one-hundred-and-fifty-four pegasi going on to continue their journey. What you all do with your lives is limitless. I am sure I am looking at a very bright future when I look upon you today, my fellow blue falcons. May you soar ever higher!”

The school motto. That was the cue. All the begowned graduates stood from their chairs and howled, launching their square board caps high into the air. Windy clapped and Bow thundered his hooves on the wooden gym floor, shouting along. The school band piped the school fight song one last time. Bow led Windy through the throng to where Rainbow was mobbed by her classmates as skilled and apathetic adolescents blew away on their instruments.

“Dash!” he bellowed in his deep baritone. Windy Whistles looked to be sure she wouldn't hit anyone or anything, then flapped her strong wings and took for the air with a few other buzzing, smiling ponies. She found her girl, rainbow in a sea of sky blue robes. “There! Honey, to the right.” She landed and went with him to where she was. Before Dash could even turn around, she was the victim of one of Bow’s famous bear hugs.

“Oh, my baby girl’s all grown up!” he said, making all her nearby friends and their parents and family laugh. Windy helped to catch her, pulling her little daughter in for a hug of her own. Sometimes, when she was temperamental and nearly never in public, Rainbow wouldn’t reciprocate. But now she gave a warm, tight embrace, burying her face in her father’s chest and laying her cheek on mom. 

Windy gave her a wet peck on the cheek, then handed her disposable camera to the nearest robe. “Here! Snap a picture of the graduate!” She giggled and got into the frame. The blonde mare held the camera up, looking in the lense with one eye and backwards through the viewfinder with the other. “Oh, uh, dear, sweetie turn it,” she said, reaching out and helping her. “There. Go on, take a picture!” She smiled wide and hugged her girl as Bow stood tall behind them both, hands on their shoulders.

The flash went off and Windy took the camera back. “Thank you, honey, ooooh!” she squeaked, hugging the now visibly annoyed Rainbow Dash. “My darling little girl, oh Celestia, you’re not my little girl anymore.”

“Nope, I’m a full highschool graduate,” she said flatly, Bow messing her mane up. “Now I can try out for the wonderbolts! And Derpy,” she said transitionally, taking her little friend’s hand, “here, is going with me to Ponyville. Like we talked about?”

“Always in a dash,” Windy giggled, never tiring of the pun.

“And,” Rainbow said instead of groaning, “we’re going to try to make it there by sundown. Fluttershy lives there, she says she’ll let us stay for the night while we get set up with the weather team.”

“Oh, Fluttershy!” Windy said with a breathy sigh. “I haven’t seen her little face in years! Bow, we should-”

“No, not this weekend.” He smiled. “Rainbow is a g-grown-” he sniffed. “Grown mare, now. Has been for a month, so says the law. She deserves a little time without momma and pappa.” Windy bit her lip, Rainbow's blush at his use of her very first words was far too adorable. She may be a big mare, but she’d always be her little Dashie.

She sighed. “You’re right, honey,” she said, and sighed again. Windy turned to Derpy. “We’ve met already, haven’t we?” she said.

The blonde girl nodded. “Yes, Mrs. Whistles. Dash had me over for that slumber party a few years ago, and we still race all the time.”

“Oh, right!” Bow said. “You broke our front door!”

“Said I was sorry,” she said, blushing, one eye looking at her hooves, the other at his.

“Oh, it was no big deal,” Windy said with a casual flip of her wrist. 

“Yeah! Gave me a reason to use my power tools, replacing the hinges.”

“Awesome, but hey, look at the time,” Rainbow said, slipping out of her robe.

One part of Windy was proud. Not just  at the graduation, but at her daughter’s attire, and the figure under. She was thin, and incredibly sexy. Slim hips, yet nimble, strong, and muscular. Her stature was short, very, but her legs looked long and touchably smooth in those tiny shorts. Her top showed her belly button, simple black with a rainbow stripe vertical across her left breast. Windy did not pass on her cup size to her daughter, that was for sure; Rainbow Dash was flat as the gym floor. The other part was angry, disappointed, perhaps fearful of what a strong stallion might do if he saw her like this. Like the dozens all around them, horny boys, blue-balled dads… 

“You are my big girl,” Bow sighed. “I can’t dress you anymore,” he said, making Dash groan and roll her eyes. Windy realized she was missing an important conversation and tuned back in. “Don’t give me that, young lady, you’re still my daughter and I still love and care about you.”

“I know, dad,” she said, smiling softly. “I love you, too. And don’t worry! I’ll be a wonderbolt in no time, then you CAN’T worry about me!”

Oh how wrong she was, Windy thought. “Come here, one last hug.” They all came in, Bow and Windy planting wet kisses on either cheek, a practiced technique that Rainbow loathed. Still, the little graduate rubbed her parents’ backs as they embraced. “I’ll miss you so much,” she whispered, not hiding her tears.

Bow sniffed, picking them both up in a great big hug. “Ah!” the wife shouted, coming back down to the floor with nearly as much grace as her daughter. Her breasts had squished against both of them, she couldn’t help but blush. Rainbow was, as well. The awkwardness faded fast, however. Family was family. The wife wiped her cheeks and took another deep breath, that lump just would not go away.

Dash adjusted her shirt strap, Derpy doffed her gown. She dressed more modestly in capris jeans that hugged her huge ass. Windy looked away and swallowed, glancing to her husband. He hadn’t noticed her, but he did notice that young blonde’s body. She had hips twice the size of Rainbow, and that definitely didn’t help her clumsiness. Windy looked up, her blush returning fast. “I’ll write from my new place so you have my address.” 

“Good, honey,” Bow said, accepting Windy’s hand in his. “And don’t talk to strangers.”

“Look up before taking off to fly!”

Rainbow was going through the gym door, diploma in her little blue hand, the other waving, parents following a growing distance behind as they added life tips. 
“And brush your teeth three- no, four times a day!”

“Make some friends, too!”

“Maybe a doctor, or a lawyer stallion?”

“O-Or mare, that’s okay nowadays, too.”

Windy clutched the cloth of her husband’s shirt and held on as if were a rope holding her over a canyon. “Our little filly is a big mare, now,” she whimpered, tears falling down her cheeks into the flannel shirt. She closed her eyes and smiled as Bow stroked her short orange mane.

“She could have at least worn a full shirt.”

Windy sighed. “If I wore a full shirt at the prom afterparty, do you think we’d be married?”

“Well, maybe Rainbow Dash wouldn’t have been conceived, that’s true.”

Windy giggled, Bow laughed heartily. “Oh my big stallion, always protective of his herd.”

“I gotta, we can’t exactly recuperate our numbers.”

Windy let go of her clutch and relaxed to a gentle full body hug. That fact always stung, even though she told him and herself she didn’t want any more foals. “I know, honey. Sometimes I wish I could still get pregnant.”

The statement hung in the air like smoke. She recalled listening to the doctors a year after Rainbow was born. Such a cute foal. She was infertile, she would never have another.

“As sad as that is, Windy, it does have its upsides.” He held her shoulder as she melted for a second, remembering two nights back.

“Celestia I love it when you cream me,” she whispered, hugging him tight.

“Right now?” he asked.

She stood and straightened her tight dress, fixing her collar to show off a bit of her glorious C cup cleavage. “Let’s get a drink, first,” she said, smiling. “We have all weekend to ourselves.”

“Right,” he said, looking down. His eyes weighed on her, it was as if he were actually squeezing and lifting her breasts. Her knees drifted tighter. “No need to rush.”

They began to walk. “We send our only daughter off into the world and the first thing you think of is my pussy.”

“In all fairness, it’s what I normally think off, regardless.” She slugged his arm, succeeding in only shifting herself off balance. Her body was a fraction of his, weighing in at, as of this morning, one hundred pounds. Including tits, she was damn proud of that feat at thirty-six.

Windy gave an exaggerated sigh as she rummaged through her purse for her sunglasses. “Can’t blame you. It’s pretty fucking great.” She held the door for him and the next family, smiling, the father and teen son getting a healthy glance. It was good to be a MILF. Windy caught up to her husband.

“Where are we going to go, honey?” she asked, taking his hand. He let go and grabbed her far hip, pulling her close. Then, sadly, he lifted his grasp to her waist, a little less risque of a gesture. Still, their hips bumped as they slowly walked to the street, her arm grabbing his opposite side as well.

He hummed, pondering. She looked to his strong jaw a foot above her eyes. Oh, how she wanted to rub her cheek on it as he-”Why not that new place, downtown.”

“Oh, the bar?” she asked.

He nodded, looking down. Oh, you can look more if you want, she thought to herself. “Yeah. It’s owned by my old guard buddy. He made the menu, so you know it’s going to be great.”

“I thought we were going for drinks,” she said, laying her head on his chest. The sun was oppressive, she hoped Dash would keep hydrated. It was only a two hour fly to Ponyville, but that’s a long time when it was ninety plus.

“Don’t worry. Ruby Rose was a bigger alcoholic than me in my corporal days.”

“That’s his name?” she snickered. “I bet his drinks are delicious and trendy.”

“Don’t let the name fool you,” he said. “Ruby’s one of the most badass motherhoofers I know.”


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“Just two,” Bow said, his wing holding Windy close.

The waiter smiled with his thick lips, his angular face slight and handsome. He held out his light blue arm. “Right this way, you two.” The cute stallion with the tight flank led them to their booth. Windy got to looking under his tail, and had to bite her tongue hard. Why a stallion chose a set of pants with a tail hole, and not just tucking it over the waist, was surely obvious. She sang a little song of good luck to him internally. What kind of stallion was this Ruby to be hiring colts like this? 

She glanced up, her cheeks rosy, she could feel the heat. Bow looked back, but seemed confused. He smiled anyway, giving her a quick peck as their hips bumped gently. She sat down opposite him in the offered booth and accepted a plain, new looking leatherbound menu. “Thank you, sir,” she said.

”The pleasure is mine,” he said smoothly, his voice a boyish alto, matching his high cheekbones. “My name is Featherstep, and I’m your waiter and greeter today. Pulling double duty just cuz I like you two.” As he said “like”, his golden eyes locked with Bow’s, a little extra sauce on the word. “Drinks to start?” He was so sweet, him looking at Bow with those soft boiled eyes made the mare a little jealous.

A tall glass of you? Windy said inside her head. “Rum and coke, double, light on the ice,” Bow said procedurally.

“Oh, I haven’t thought. Um, Long Island?” she said, smiling at the cute stallion.

“Never too early. May I see an ID, miss?” he said, leaning over table, giving her a cocky smirk. And, he asked for the id? Windy smiled bigger, deepening her laugh lines.

She inhaled. “Oh, can’t you just count my crow’s feet?” she giggled, turning to her purse.

“She’s my wife, ya know,” Bow said proudly.

“I would have guessed daughter!” Featherstep said, laughing. She breathed out as she offered her little card. He took it and gave it a good look over.

“Nope, Windy’s my trophy wife. Has been for eighteen wonderful years, engaged right before graduation.” She giggled, rolling her eyes at the old story.

Feather looked up from her license. “Stallions have fought wars for mares this beautiful, you know.”

He didn’t! Windy fanned herself with her wing, only slightly exaggerating as her heart was trying to run away. “Oh my! Wow, someone’s trying to get a tip,” she joked, thinking about making his tip poke out of that stallion sheath. His eyes met Bow’s oh, how jealous she was.

“Alright, Jody, there’s compliments and then there’s worship. I’m sure the missus appreciates it all, but why don’t you get our drinks.”

Windy had to press her hooves into the underside of the seat to not speak out. “I appreciate it, sweetie,” she said, her tone regretfully motherly, despite her youthful rasp.

“It’s all part of the job,” he casually joked. “I’ll be right back. You seem fun, I’ll make sure Jumper pours ‘em strong.”

Windy looked to her husband as he sauntered off. She was surprised to see him stare. Bow was straight as a board for the longest time. Just a few years ago, he had indulged Windy in looking at stallion on stallion stuff. He even got hard watching her favorite video. Of course he had been compensated well. Hours of blowjobs and kinky sex, just the way he loved. “You’re not mad at him, are you?” she said, touching his hoof, watching him stare.

“Huh?” he said, looking back at her. He smiled that sweet, honest smile. “No, I know his type. The little skittering beta male. He likes sneaking in and stealing his prize, not like me. He’s gonna slip you his number, I bet. Can’t blame him,” he said, his wonderful eyes meeting hers. “I do have the hottest trophy wife in Cloudsdale. You have big hips, huge tits, tiny waist, long legs, sexy lips, and to top it off, you sure know how to make me cum buckets.”

“Bow!” she huffed. His tone and volume were casual, making her blush even harder. He was never a poet, but he did speak his mind. “Oh, I see what you’re up to. ‘He can’t give you what I got’, is that it?” she giggled. Windy leaned in and kissed him. “Well you’re right. Only my husband can give me everything I need, and I love him, in and out of the bedroom.” She sighed. “Fuck, all this attention is getting me kind of hot under the collar.”

“Page four?” he said.

Windy giggled. “Oh, you love page four. I was thinking sixteen.”

His ears pricked up, his face went red. “You want THAT? I don’t know, last time, the marks…”

“We got two weeks off, remember?”

He rubbed his jaw, his five o'clock shadow a few hours early, as usual. It was so lovely and stallionly. “What would those folks on the cruise liner think?”

“‘Those two got started a little early’.”

He got redder at that. Before he could say more, Featherstep returned. He placed their drinks down and gave Windy a wink, hidden from Bow. Celestia, if she were ten, or five, or zero years younger… “Eating tonight, you two?” he asked in a friendly tone. I’ll be swallowing in an hour, she said internally. The smug look on Bow’s face made her heart race, he had to have had a similar thought. She loved when he ate her out, and vowed to think about it more in a second.

“Hadn’t looked at your menu yet, sorry.”

“Oh no rush, it’s a slow day, somehow,” he said. “We usually get a lot of graduates with their fake id’s and parents on grad day.”

“Just wait, it’s still early,” she said lightly.

He shrugged. “I’ll come back in a little, and bring some water, too.”

“Sounds great,” Windy said, winking at him, in full view of Bow. Feather smiled ear to ear, his ears falling back when he blanced at Bow. Wouldn’t he be fun? And it drove Bow crazy, that was a bonus. How about some ‘no one fucks you but me’ sex, huh? Windy asked Bow with her eyebrows.

Bow picked up the menu, yet looked over the top of it. “I know you’re trying to make me jealous.”

“It’s working, isn’t it?” she replied in the same hushed tone.

His hoof tickled against hers. “You know there’s no way he’s as big or as good as me.”

She looked down, raising her eyebrows. “Big things come in little packages.”

“You’re right, I come in you all the time.”

That made her smile and scoff, thinking about two days ago. “That’s it. I’m riding your fat cock the second we get home,” she hissed. Bow only smirked, his hoof gently playing with her.

“We’d better get some calories, then. I think I’ll blow a few times, you’re looking extra cute today.”

She looked up, holding her hand to her chest. “Aw, sweetie, that’s so nice of you. Mmm, you need to let me drink the first one. I’ve been craving cum since this morning.”

“Celestia, you’re cute when you’re slutty, dear.”

She giggled. “I know. Oh! What about the spinach dip? I love spinach.”

“Hmm… I'm feeling the oat roll.”

“Salad does sound good… But hun, you really ought to watch the carbs.” 

Bow groaned. “But you know I hate dieting.”

“But you know I hate the paunch, baby,” Windy whined.

He sighed. “I know. I can’t lose it before the cruise, what’s the point?” 

Windy touched his hand. He put down the menu. “If you don’t start, you’ll never lose it, baby. Besides, fitness takes time to change the body,” she said, speaking from a wealth of knowledge. “Four weeks-”

“You see results. Eight, your loved ones. Twelve, strangers, I know.” Bow drank deep. “I just hate being hungry all the time.”

“Come with me to the gym,” she said. “We can lift and run together.”

“I know how-”

“It isn’t about learning, it's about being together,” she said. “Ever since you started your new job, it seems our schedules never line up. If we get up early, we can both go to the gym before work.”

“Only if you shower with me at home afterwards.”

“Duh,” Windy said. “Now, no more than fifteen hundred calories a day, mister, and that better be all protein.”

They pondered their choices, salad for the missus and edamame for the mister, gulping their drinks and gladly accepting seconds, then thirds soon after ordering.

Partway through their meal, the bored waiter came by, thumb in his belt loop, pulling down, a little of his pale coat and a little of his happy trail showing. “How’s everything?”

“Oh, so good,” Windy said brightly, swallowing her cud. “I love the dressing.”

“House made. Another round? You two are going to town on those.”

Bow laughed. “Special day.”

“Our daughter just graduated!” She squeaked and laughed, touching Bow’s hand, feeling that buzzing in her lips. She was officially tipsy. “Now the nest is officially empty!” She felt a pang of loneliness and sadness she couldn't wholly ignore.

That seemed to interest the stallion. “Is that so? I only graduated high school two years ago, look at me now.”

“Hey, waiting builds a good base for the future. Like retail. It’s definitely a good first job, great for college students.”

“That’s what my dad said,” he replied, laughing shortly. “Anyway, if you two are looking for something to do this weekend… I know a little club downtown. Invite only, but it’d be no problem to get you two in.”

Windy swallowed the last of her third strong cocktail. Her ears felt hot and her breath grew a little heavy. She leaned forward, closing her eyes for a second as her clitoris winked. A side effect of drinking around colts, one Bow adored. “I don’t know. Clubs have changed since I’ve gone to them. A lot less blow and flannel,” she said, giggling, looking to Bow, recalling some fun highschool nights and making him nervous about passing drug tests for the military entrance system.

“You’d be surprised, I imagine,” Featherstep said, leaning on their table, looking openly at Windy’s tight top. She puffed out her chest slowly, getting the other stallion to stare too. “It’s a little crazy. I’m not gonna bullshit, it’s a swinger’s club. Plenty of sex, mostly anonymous.”

“Didn’t expect you to just say it,” Bow said. “I appreciate the forwardness, but-”

“Honey, don’t be so quick to, to not try new things.” Windy slurped up and ice cube and chewed it, her hoof resting on her husband’s thigh. “It could be tons of fun!”

“It’s not just a pit where everyone goes and fucks wild. It’s an actual club. Dancing, music, drinks, shows, the whole nine. But the back room, reservation only, and you have to know the griffon in charge. She’s, um, she’s sort of a friend of mine.”

“Roommate or something?” Windy asked, checking her drink a third time, a third time sad to see it empty.

Feather shrugged. “Complicated. We don’t hang out anymore, but she helps me out. It’s not free, I cashed in all my favors long ago. But… it's fun, and safe. Best security in all of Equestria, and one hell of a guest list. I’m talking royalty, celebrities, officials, athletes, wonderbolts-”

Windy gasped, making both stallions jump. “Sorry! I just thought of our little Dashie.” Bow smiled sweetly.

“I think one of us at least is interested,” Bow said flatly, drinking the last of his rum. “Another round might convince me.”

“Tell ya what,” Feather said. “If I get one kiss from the missus, it’ll be free.”

“I vote yes!” Windy chirped, giggling after and scooting to the edge of the booth. “I’ll let you do anything to me once we get home, Bow.”

“Oh, page twenty?”

Windy blushed and sat on her hands, looking away, thinking about that position. Her back still had a phantom ache. “Fuck.” she huffed. “Let me stretch beforehand.”

“Naturally. But I want to see you spread.”

She swallowed, looking to the colt. “I’ve done worse for a free ticket.” She giggled and leaned forward. Feather puckered up, Windy grabbed his chin and pulled him in, sticking out her tongue. She shoved it deep into his mouth, moaning, pushing her chest to his as she gripped the back of his neck, sighing into his lips. Her hands clutched his mane, their tongues swirling, her knee moving wide, accepting his body closer to hers. They were joined at the hip, chest, and face, breaking after fifteen seconds. Windy let his drool fall onto her chin and cleavage, staining her good dress. She huffed and smiled. “I earned that,” she said, stroking her husband’s thigh with her hoof, leaning back, staring at his eyes. She glanced at Featherstep’s lips, happy to spy her pink lipstick staining them.

“Fuck,” Featherstep whispered, his wings still fluttering, extended fully. “O-One round, coming up.”

As he sauntered off, wiping his face, Windy stared at his cute butt. “You’re lucky I like it when you act slutty.”

“Ah!” Windy scoffed, blushing as she stared rubber daggers at her husband. “I am NOT a slut!” She smiled despite herself.

He only smirked. “Your hoof is rubbing my hard cock right now,” he retorted.

“Well… so it is! Doesn’t, ah, fuck. Doesn’t make me a slut!” She smirked herself and reached below her dress, looking her husband in the eye. “Just makes me a loving wife. Who’s winking in her fucking panties for her husband’s big cock right now.”

He growled, clutching the table. “Get the check.”

She swallowed, sitting up. “Yes, sir.” The loyal spouse checked her makeup in her purse mirror, using her napkin to fix a little stray lipstick. Feather returned, Windy looked for a bulge down his thigh, finding none. He must have tucked it up into the waistband. Nothing she could see. She smiled and looked up, drinking in his cute face. As he bent over their table to set the drinks down, Windy looked to his snug shirt and saw that tell take bulge; however, he wasn't nearly as big as she had hoped.  The blue colt set the drinks down with a check, and stood for a moment. “How are you two feeling?" he asked, sort of awkwardly. Windy assumed he would woo her without a second to spare if her guard dog wasn't on alert. 

She glanced to her husband and raised her eyebrows. "About that get together,“  he started. 

“Oh! Right,” Feather said, patting the partly undone spread of his polo. He hastily snatched his pen from the folded leather checkbook and flipped over the receipt. “Here's my number. I remembered a second ago, it's not tonight, it's tomorrow actually. Is that still gonna work? I'd love to see some fresh faces there. Specially cute ones." Bow crossed his arms as Windy giggled. 

“Hmmm, cruise isn't til next Friday. And I took til the end of the month off. Do you have a class or a meetup with your friends or anything, sweetie?" she asked, touching his big forearm, stroking softly. 

Bow shook his head and took her hand in his, so sweet! “Nothing I can't get out of.”

“Great," she said, kissing his knuckles. Windy looked up and saw a faint dark blue speck just above Feather’s belt. She breathed hard and sat back, letting her cleavage really pop. "I've never had sex with anyone but my hubby before. Hun, are you sure you wanna go?”

He nodded. "Plenty of time to reconsider,” he said casually. 

“It'll be a great time. Trust me.” She really wanted to, and let him have her cutest smile. "I think our bartender Jumper is going, too. She's a handful,” he said, pantomiming holding two huge tits, making Windy giggle, only half exaggerated. 

“Mmm. I can only imagine what kind of kinky stuff the four of us could do, gets me so fucking wet, “ she said softly, leaning back. She closed her eyes and breathed deep through her mouth, feeling herself wink hard twice. She gulped and let the boys watch for a second. Windy giggled and sat up, smiling, feeling four eyes glued to her body. “You boys really want to do me, don't you? Think you could double team me?" she said, talking like Bows favorite porn stars. 

“You'll fit in just fine," Feather said, adjusting his erection. She bit her lip, showing him she saw. “Anyway, I'm gonna go talk with Jumper, make sure she's going. Mare is sorta shy, “ he said, shrugging, and walked off. 

“Tell her I love to share! “ she called, watching his butt.

She looked to see Bow stand up and slide into the booth on her side. She instantly kissed his lips and got her thigh grabbed hard. It was like a set of reins, she just had to obey. She giggled like a filly and kissed his cheek. “I love you so much," she sighed, hugging his arm til he hugged her back. 

“Love you too, my little honey bee." She smiled at the pet name.

“Oh, we need nine volt batteries for the smoke detectors, and milk, too, dear, “ she said as he signed the check and placed a card down. 

“I just bought milk.”

“Dashie’s protein shakes. You know she drinks a gallon a week. Seems like more.”

Bow smirked. “Her biceps are getting big as mine.”

“Wonderbolt strooooong,” she sang, taking another drink as Bow gulped his rum. “Sweetie, easy! We have to fly home!”

He laughed and laid his hand on hers, sighing deep. “Don’t worry. We’ll walk or get a cab if we get too drunk.” He looked at her C cups, still perky at her nearly forty years. “How did I snag the best mare in the world?”

“Second. We made number one.” She laughed with him and held her glass up. “To our little girl, finally becoming a grown mare and taking on the world.”

“To our little junior flier.”

They touched cocktail glasses and took a long drink each. “Remember the leash, when she was young?”

“Tied you up in the first five minutes.”

“And remember the week after?” she said in a lower tone.

“You had rope burn on your neck. Had to take three days off and freaked the papercolt out.”

Windy laughed out, gripping his hand hard. “I’m so glad we kept our bedroom lives so active, despite Rainbow.”

“How the hell could I keep away? Your tits grew a whole cup size.”

She held them in both hands and pushed them together. “You’re fucking right they did! Oh my gosh, when I could finally titfuck you? That was a great day.”

“I’ve always loved them, even when you were a cute little cheerleader.”

“I still fit into the outfit.” 

He set his glass down hard, eyes wide. “You’re wearing that tonight, Windy.”

She smirked and took another long drink, her glass nearly empty. “Ah, I don’t know if I’ll have room for that big load if I keep drinking.”

Bow leaned in and kissed her deep and hard, tongue in her mouth. She cupped his chin and sucked on his tongue, moaning into his muzzle. She was pushed back. Hard. “Be right back, got to go water the flowers." He got up and she followed, hopping out of the booth, finding herself far more tipsy than she expected. Bow sat back down and nursed his drink, taking some water, too. She gave her husband a long peck. She made for the bar, looking around the dim establishment for the bathroom. The bartender stepped from behind the bar and walked toward her table, an adorable young mare. “Excuse me, which way to the restroom?” she asked, slurring only a tiny bit.

The red mare with a little black top and pushup bra nodded over her shoulder, tossing her long blonde mane across her face. "Right over by the jukebox, miss, “ she said quietly. That was when Windy realized there wasn't any music playing. 

“Thank you!" Windy continued on, but got a look at the shorter mare’s ass as she passed. She looked up to find herself being checked out. Windy just smiled and winked, walking on. Full of alcohol and endocrine borne confidence, she felt like she was the sexiest mare in the world. That was when she noticed a colt in the guy’s room gesture for her to come.

Bow couldn’t see from his seat. She entered the stallion’s room.


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”Manehatten and a rum and coke?” the little bartender asked, her blonde mane hiding part of her face. She sure didn’t have the temperament of a bartender, least not ones he knew.

“Right here,” he said, wondering if he was slurring. She was cute. Bigger bust than the wife, smaller waist, too. “Now, where have I seen you before?” he said, looking her over more. “It was recent.”

“Oh, I just started to work here. I don’t think we’ve met, sir.” Her little voice was sweet as pie.

He went for it. “Oh no, that’s right. I didn’t recognize you, not out of breath after running through my dreams.”

The pale mare’s red coat grew a few shades darker on her cheeks. She pulled her blonde mane out of her eyes and smirked to him. “Did that work on your wife thirty years ago?” she asked.

Bow let out a laugh. “No, she just liked the way I looked saying it, I suppose.”

“Can’t blame her,” she said, then bit her lip. It was a shy gesture, or so he thought, the way she looked away and blushed.

“Girl, I bet that damn waiter hits on you constantly. Don’t let me bother you, you sure don’t have to take it.”

“I don’t mind,” she said, moving a step closer, looking around. The only other pony was a burly stallion playing with a pack of cigarettes behind the bar, waiting on the dishwasher. “He’s always just trying lines on me. I like a guy who actually, ya know,” she said, looking up, pulling her mane from her face again. “That has a little character.” She sat in the spot opposite him, where Bow was earlier. “You two enjoying the drinks?” she asked. “I hope you don’t mind if they’re extra strong. It’s a slow day.”

Bow smiled and leaned back, holding his glass up. “I’d be offended if you didn’t. Go on, take a drink. I say you’ve earned it.”

“Won’t your daughter mind?”

Bow laughed. “That’s my wife,” he said flatly, a little pride in his voice.

The mare blushed and hid her mouth behind her hand. “Oh gosh, I thought, she looks so young!”

“Less than a year younger than me. I guess military life aged me, years back.” He laughed and took a long drink. “She’s something, isn’t she?” he asked rhetorically, leaning back and relaxing.

Jumper nodded. “She’s gorgeous, really.” Bow took a long look at the younger mare. Quite gifted in the chest, but she was probably before her first foal. She was slight everywhere else, save the wings that fluttered occasionally behind her. Those seemed oversized, sort of like Rainbow’s.

“That’s true. But beauty comes in many forms,” he said, taking another drink. Jumper finally sampled the Manehatten she made, smiling. “Some say in a glass, and I’d agree. You pour a stiff drink. And,” he said, holding up the drink so that she was eclipsed. “Well, this line would work well with a transparent drink, but I still say I can see beauty through this glass, too.”

She giggled at the corny line. “My brothers are all alcoholics, I’m used to pouring strong when they come by. And it’s slow, so… fuck it.” She took another drink, Bow analyzing how her throat swallowed. “You sure she won’t mind?”

“We’re in a very, very happy point in our relationship. I think it’ll be okay.” He sat tall and flexed his thick arms as he stretched. “Why don’t you come over to this side?”

She bit her thick bottom lip and looked his body over. “Shit, it’s like that, huh?” she asked, breathing deep. She checked her watch, then turned to glance at the door. “You come here. Better hidden from the front.”

He moved without a word, she stood and let him go shoulder to the wall. Before he got comfy, her hands were playing with his belt. “Ah, I got a thing for DILF’s,” she said, giggling. “Just don’t judge me, okay?” she said, her hands already pulling his hard, thick cock from his pants. It was quick, too fast for Bow to really object. Between Windy teasing him and flirting with that colt, he couldn’t fight it. Maybe it was the drinks.

Once it was free, he replied by stroking her mane. He shifted to get comfy, his turgid horsecock pulsing in the open air, visible to none but him and the mare stroking it hard and fast. She looked up, biting her lip. “You free tomorrow night?” she asked. “There’s this thing. I’d love to see you there.”

“What sort of thing? A party?” he asked, playing dumb, shifting so his cock was easier to access. Jumper bent down and nodded, moaning as her thick lips met his pulsing, steamy hot horsedick, vibrating the veiny, slightly sweaty organ. She slurped over the first five inches, breathing rapidly and pumping with her hands.

After a minute, she spat him out. “Underground, no one knows, officially. You and your wife are invited.”

“Not sure if I want to share.”

She licked the tip, making him sigh out. “Nyah, you already have. I guarantee she’s making him leak pre already,” she said, smiling, slipping under the table. Bow rested a heavy hand on her head, pushing her down. She cupped his low hanging fruit and nuzzled them, like she really did love big balls. Bow let her go crazy. He looked into her eyes as those juicy lips wrapped around his head, slurping deeper and deeper. She was an amateur, she was barely sucking or using her tongue. Still, he was hard, and her mouth was warm. He thought of Windy, she gave the best head, way better than Autumn Sky ever did way back in school, his only other romantic experience.

The bartender came up and nuzzled his cock. “It’s so fucking big,” she said, climbing back up, standing over him on the wooden bench. He smirked and held her hips as she squatted down carefully, lifting up her short skirt, no panties underneath. He used a wing to nudge the tip forward towards her puffy lips. Both were crimson, darker than her coat, and wet as the ocean. She held his face to her chest as she prodded herself with the wide head.

“Don’t cum inside,” was all she said. She squeaked and popped onto his long dick, wings furling out, knocking his rum over by the gust. Neither cared, barely noticed. This girl was tight, wet, hot, everything his wife was, but better. Or, at least different. She wore some cheap, slutty perfume, lots of it. He nipped her chest, then lifted his muzzle out of that lovely, fragrant tuft of her coat, breathing hard. He felt a kiss at his ear and looked over to see none other than Windy, half on the bench.

“I can’t trust my stud of a husband for one second,” she said, giggling, her voice breathy and intimate. “I love you so much, my darling.”

“I love you, too,” he said, his mouth invaded by her tongue. He made out with his wife as this girl rode his long cock fast and deep. He reached up to grab her heavy C cup breast, but he was stopped by a hand grabbing his wrist. He looked down and saw her shirt was stained with white strands, a particularly large pool on her collar. “Don’t want to get your hand dirty, sugar pop.” She giggled and pulled her dress open, her bra snug, pushing her fantastic melons together. Never did Jumper stop, but she did start to lift her shirt.

“No, no,” he said, stopping her. “Keep yours on, I like it,” he said, spreading his legs and drilling up into her, making her squeak and fall forward onto him.

Dash’s dad slipped his hand into her mom’s pants. He felt her sex was hot as the sun, and oh so wet. Her lips brushed against his ear, getting his fat, veiny cock to flare. “Ah, ah! B-Bow, your cock is so sexy,” Windy whispered into his ear, her hand pressing hard into his chest. She was panting with the two of them.

Bow grit his teeth, he didn’t want to set the mare down in the puddle, but he didn’t have much of a choice. He stood tall and panted, adrenaline surging. He was past the point of no return, buried past his giant ring. He began to pull Jumper’s little pegasus body off his healthy cock. He grunted hard as his flare struggled to pop out. “Gah!” he shouted as a  sharp, bruising pain rang through his body and faded rapidly. He set the mare down on the bench where he sat and, leaking excessive precum, turned around to see his wife down below him with her mouth open and tongue out, a practiced face.

The stallion pumped his long dick in Windy’s face, the flare comically wide, the underbarrel of his fantastically hard cock over pronounced. He thrusted his hips forwards just as his balls climbed up in his sack. Bow grunted and, wetness splattering everywhere, erupted a pungent mass of wet sperm. The whitish goop flew high, only the tail landing on her face, the leading mass overshot onto the floor. “Fuck!” he grunted, aiming lower as he fired the next line, a voluminous, heavy, lazy rope that fell well across her cute, smiling face, creating a bridge between her forehead and her chin. Bow landed ten more fat shots at different angles with practiced, precise coverage. It felt fantastic to pump out each shot, a boiling, uplifting pleasure shot through his body and baked his brain in ecstasy.

He panted, two mares aghast on either side of him. He leaned back and let Windy stew in her mess.  She tried to blink, succeeding in getting jism in her left eye. Her right had a trio of ropes spanning her eyelashes. “Ah, y-you almost took my head off! Bow! Oh, I’m so messy!” She beamed ear to ear, shivering a little as she held up her hands. “I can’t, oh my god! Bow! Best facial ever!”

“One stallion bukkake,” he said as he milked out the last drops, squeezing his cock like a tube of toothpaste. He wiped the beads of cum onto her waiting tongue.

“Ah! Ow, ow ow,” she winced, “cum in the other eye, now. And my husband fucking blinded me.”

“Need an ambulance?” he teased, tucking his spent member away. He tried to sit down and look for a napkin, but found the entire bench home to a flustered mares, rubbing their pussies as hard and fast as they could, completely silent. Windy squeaked when his jeans touched her legs, making her stop. She sat up, panting, her cute red face deep crimson. 

“Y-you came on her face,” Jumper shyly whispered, curling up into a ball, her skirt still around her waist, hooves on the wood bench.

Bow chuckled and sat, straightening his tipped glass. “We’re gonna need that check.”


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They were joined at the hip as they walked home. It was only three blocks, but flying was out of the question: they were far to drunk. Windy had cleaned up, mostly, leaving her dress stained. There wasn’t much to do with two gigantic white splotches soiling it.

They rounded the corner and Bow shoved his wife against the front door as she fiddled with her keys. “Ah, Bow!” she giggled, feeling his long member snake up her spine and throb against her bare back. She looked down to her hand and found the correct key. Getting it in was a challenge, but she managed.

Once inside, clothes flew, debris in a tornado of passion. The stallion plucked his sticky wife up and hauled her like produce to the bedroom, kicking and squealing. The wench fell onto his bed and spread her legs, nude as the day she was born. She rubbed her hot inner thighs and looked up to the buck stripping quickly for her. “So, we going to that thing tomorrow?”

He shrugged once he was nude, getting down to take her pants off. Windy lifted her ass in the air some to help, taking her own shirt off. “Dunno,” he grunted. “Let’s decide when we’re not horny as shit.”

“You just dumped a gallon on my fucking face,” she giggled. “How are you still horny, baby?”

“Because my wife is so fucking sexy, and with no minors around, we get to yell and scream all we want.”

That did it. Windy felt her sex begin winking all over again. She panted, in only her sturdy bra, spread for her love. She accepted him instantly, wrapping her legs behind his strong butt. She grunted and grit her teeth as he popped in, so good after he got her warmed up. “AH! Fuck! You’re so big,” she breathed in his ear. Her ass was plucked from the bed by his eager hand, her flesh squished between his powerful fingers. She breathed deep and hard, smiling as he hilted his fantastic cock all they home.

He bucked firm and fast, far from his normal slow, gentle approach. She cupped his coarse rainbow mane, his lips sucking at her neck. “Mmmf! I have to go back to the hospital tomorrow and pick up my paycheck!” she protested as he sucked hard on her neck. Her hand on his face did nothing to slow his advances.

Bow spat her flesh out and stood tall on his knees in the hot bedroom, his big horsecock buried balls deep in his petite wife. Oh, he had to rest all the way inside!

Bow reached up groped her healthy C cups, squeezing and massaging them gently, like a boyfriend might on the second date. 

“Oh hun,” Windy said, stroking his strong, burly arms. If only he could ditch that paunch.

Bow resumed thrusting, halting her train of thought. “We haven’t done any sort of real vacation,” he said smoothly. “It’s always been restaurant dates or trips to the fair.”

“Ah, those are nice!” she squeaked, arching her back as he hilted roughly. “H-harder, babe, ah, fuck me!”

He did just that, making her eyes cross. “What’s Cloudsdale, hun?” he said, his hand stroking up and down her neck, then resting his palm on her collarbone. “We’re freeee. Ah, fuck, we can do anything, go anywhere!”

Windy squeaked and curled her hooves behind his ass. “Cum in me,” she moaned.

“Don’t change the subject, hun,” he said, his thrusts growing rougher and deeper, her body rocking under him. The headboard slapped padding, installed years ago and replaced regularly. “I want to take you on a little retreat, I can’t wait for that cruise. Call it a second honeymoon.”

“Ah, what about that party tomorrow?” she offered in a huff.

Bow grunted as he fixed the issue of his big cock flopping out of her tiny pusy. “Graaaah, ah, baby, fuck… yeah, you wanna go?”

“If I get to catch my stallion’s load on my face in front of strangers again, fuck yes.” Windy giggled as her rear hooves came around his body and rested on his shoulders. She smiled and spread her strong legs, a straight line from hoof to hoof. “Your little cheerleader still has it, hun,” she teased. 

“Gonna make me a teen dad all over again,” he grunted, moving forward to dip his cock more downward. “I fucking love you,” he breathed in her face, his lips meeting hers.

Windy pushed him off her face and smiled. “I love you, too, Bow. Now, dump that next load deep in your horny wife.”

The stallion breathed ragged as he sucked and wrestled her little tongue, both their bodies rocking atop the moving bed. Windy curled around his body, hugging him tight. “Give it to me!” she whispered.

Her hips were pulled toward the foot of the bed, his body shoved forward with tons of force, making her little flat tummy bulge. She squeaked and hugged him back, their bodies locked in the tightest of embraces.

She felt it and heard him grunt at the same time. Hot wetness flooded her insides, and it was a nice eruption. She could feel five distinct ropes, but there was surely more than that injected deep, deep inside her little vagina. Windy was panting nearly as much as Bow when he collapsed on her tiny body.

Coated in a healthy layer of sweat and satisfied for now, Windy let her husband huff and calm down atop her exhausted body. She closed her eyes, the rhythm of his big, slow heartbeat sending her to sleep, the last thing she saw was her alarm clock reading seven pm.

“Love you, hun,” she felt rumble sweetly in her ear.

“I love you, too, Bow,” she breathed, hugging him in a sleepy embrace. She was asleep within a second.


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The sound of water splashing in a bowl echoed from the bathroom, accompanied by a long, low moan. Bow shook out the last drops from his half stiff cock and washed up. He wiped his hands dry and rubbed his sore temples. The clock said three, and his head said “fuck you”. He shuffled and found his underwear, those wouldn’t do, he was stained with pussy and cum. He tossed them in the hamper and grabbed his robe.

The stallion grumbled as he made his way to the kitchen, where a dull light barely shone the bath down the long hallway of his cloud home. He smiled as he heard a pan clinking and something sizzling, smelling butter, oatmeal, and hash browns on the griddle. “Thought we were avoiding carbs,” he said, rounding the corner. He didn’t expect to see buns.

In nothing but his grilling apron, Windy Whistles was busy tossing hashbrowns and stirring the oatmeal, extra sweet, just how he liked it. She finally looked over her shoulder and beamed. “Ah, honey!” Her wide mouth had melted him many times, and today was no different “If we’re going to get as much exercise as I think we are, we’ll need to get some energy,” she said with a wink. 

Bow accepted a kiss on his stubble as he hugged her from behind. “I don’t know if I can wait,” he said, nuzzling her cheek, looking down her body. She was sculpted by a god, there was no doubt. “Did we ever hear from Dash?” he asked casually. The mare nearly jumped.

“Rainbow!” she shouted, making them both wince. “Ah, no,” she said, swallowing. “Here, stir this-”

“Keep cooking, momma. I’ll check our phones.” He kissed her temple and went to the cupboard for a glass of water. “Don’t put on coffee, I want a nap after breakfast.”

“Figured, that’s why it’s not brewing.” She moved her hot pan to a plate and scooped out the first batch. He frowned, those weren’t even close to crispy. Bow ventured onwards to the bedroom and dug in his crumpled pants pocket.

“Dead.” He sighed and plugged it in. He opened Windy’s purse and dug around the black hole. Makeup, receipts, her prescriptions, pocketbook, endless junk. Her phone was under a mirror and her house keys. He turned it on and saw she had four percent, and two texts. “Made it safe, love you both,” he read out loud. “Rainbow,” he sighed, smiling, his cheeks almost as sore as his balls. “Fluttershy says hi, Derpy broke her chicken coup… That damn mare is a menace,” he chuckled. He unplugged his phone and put hers in. He unlocked it and replied: “Sorry it’s so late, we had an early night.” He winced again as his head throbbed, three a.m.

Bow didn’t send it. He wondered if Rainbow knew how sexually active her parents were. He shrugged and deleted the text. “So great to hear from you, sorry we didn’t text back earlier. Send Shy our love, glad you got there! Text back when you can. Good luck, we love you so much.”

The stallion stretched and walked back, finding two plates set. Hashbrowns,  his plate nearly burnt to a crisp and hers barely tossed over in the pan, with a big bowl of oatmeal, another of yogurt, both with tons of pineapple. Her plate was a little less heavy with the yellow fruit. “I’m sensing some sort of motive, here,” he said, sliding into his seat. 

The adorable milf had a little laugh, still wearing only that little apron as she tidied up, setting the rest of the oats on the back burner. She tapped a box of pancake mix, pondered, then put it back, making the stallion a little sad. He knew he’d be hungry after this. “You know why I’m feeding you that stuff,” she purred.

He sipped some orange juice, bringing the glass away from his face immediately. “Is there vodka in this?”

“What, too strong?” she said plainly. Windy took a seat and took a long pull from her own drink. “Hair of the dog that bit you, I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“I do,” he said, taking another drink. “Just wasn’t expecting it.” Bow took a heaping mouthful of hot potatoes into his mouth, humming. “MMmmm! That’s my wife’s cooking.”

Windy stirred her fruit into her yogurt and smiled. “Eat up, big boy. You have a big night tonight.”

He had to fight not to shovel the food into his mouth. The peppered spuds were delicious, as was the sweet oatmeal. The yogurt was special, too, some health-nut bull he didn’t buy into. But, it tasted great, so he was grateful his wife did. The stallion gave up and scarfed his meal, licking his plate in a show that made Windy laugh out. “Seconds?” he asked.

“I don’t know… potatoes weren’t supposed to be in your diet anyway.” She pulled over the little meal calendar they kept on the table. “About… three hundred for the potatoes, another for the oatmeal, two hundred for yogurt and fruit…” She blinked, her recovering head struggling to move the numbers around. “Hmm, you can have either a half plate of potatoes, or a bowl of pineapple.”

The stallion groaned, drinking his vodka. He didn’t enjoy clear liquors, but this was what Windy liked. “Oh, the juice!” she tisked. “No, that’s enough for you, mister. You can have an early lunch, though.”

“Hun,” he began, raising his eyebrows. “It’s-”

“DON’T you use those eyes on me, mister,” she said, her bottom lip quivering. He knew she didn’t like this. “You promised.”

Bow chewed his bottom lip. “Yeah, I did.” He polished off his drink and set it down, getting up. He popped two acetaminophen and had a tall glass of water as he waited for her to finish up, sneaking a piece of pineapple.

“Saw that,” she snipped, smirking at him. “You can have some fruit, you big baby.”

He instantly popped five chunks, chewing happily. “You’ll enjoy that, won’t you?”

“Oh my gosh, I’ve been thinking about it since I got up,” she blurted. “Honey,do you  think they’ll want to watch me drink your cum from like, a glass?” she said, squirming. At least the tone had shifted. He reached up and grabbed the liquor from the freezer.

“I think if they’re half as kinky as those kids at the bar, they’ll want to film it.”

“OHMYGOSH!” she squealed, biting her tongue. “MMmm!!” Her wings unfurled, her eyes shut. “That, is SO kinky! I love it, oh my gosh. Oh my gosh, Bow, what if I become a porn star?!”

“You’d better get paid up front,” he said, pouring himself a second drink, topping hers off, adding a splash of juice as an afterthought. She laughed again and kissed his forearm, looking up. “I’m gonna wear really slutty makeup and my little cheap schoolgirl outfit.”

“Don’t wear that silly thing out,” he groaned, smiling as he sat.

“Still remember that first weekend of leave you had?”

“Right after basic, how could I forget?”

“Do you still fit in those blues?”

“I am NOT wearing my unif-”

“But you look so sexy!”

“Don’t care, Windy, there’s no way-”

“What if-”

“No. Way.”

The mare pouted and stirred her yogurt. She took a spoonful and, with a haughty look of quasi indifference, let the cream fall onto her muzzle, sighing, moaning out. “Oh yes, daddy, I love wearing your cream.”

After a second, they both laughed. Bow grabbed her chin in a possessive way and licked it off, kissing her and spitting the yogurt back into her mouth, making her moan as she sucked eagerly, gulping it down. “Love you so much,” she whispered.

He kissed her once more and backed away some. “Love you, too, hun. Never change.” He sat back, just looking at her. Her messy face, disheveled mane, nipples sticking out the side of her apron, her little waist, her narrow hips, her soft, muscular thighs, god, everything. He realized he was being eyefucked, too. “I can’t believe you’re still this sexy.”

She blushed and sighed. “I love you so fucking much.” She giggled and blinked a few times. “I’m still hungry, so let me eat! Goodness, Bow, you eat way too fast,” she whined, feigning annoyance. He let his robe part, showing his swollen sheath. He didn’t remember things climbing back up, but they were about to fall out again. She didn’t notice at first, finishing three big, hurried bites, which was nearly half her meal. How she ran on so little was a mystery.

At last, she nearly spat out her oats. “Bow!” she said, smiling, eyes on his dangling horse dick. Windy carefully chewed and swallowed, washing things down with her screwdriver. She took long gulps to finish it off, wincing and placing the empty glass down hard. “Cover the oatmeal and soak the frying pan, if it’s cool. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Windy rose to her hooves and kissed him, he could taste the pepper and vodka on her lips. He got up without an argument and set about cleaning up. He rinsed their plates and bowls and cups, the pan was still too hot. He covered the pot of oatmeal and put the half bowl’s worth into the fridge, then walked fast back to the bedroom, finding the apron on the floor in the hall.

“Oh I’m gonna fuck the cook!” he growled as he entered the bedroom, finding his wife with her legs spread, fingers pulling her pretty outer lips apart. Windy’s vulva was always pristine, even after a kid and a loving husband’s nearly daily lovemaking. He slipped into bed with her and let her pull the covers over the both of them. Windy locked lips with him, letting him stuff his tongue into her mouth. He rubbed her perfect little pussy and slid in a finger, finding her nice and wet. Bow groaned and fingerfucked her for a long while. The little tunnel Windy owned was snug and hot, his fingertip was pruned in a minute. The stallion pulled out and stroked his stiff member, instantly laying the tip on her pussy.

Windy groaned and kissed his neck, breathing hard. He laid his weight on her and sank his cock into her, slow and steady, like she loved. She inhaled sharply through her teeth, the wind howling by his ear as she breathed harshly. 

The stallion kissed her lips and lifted her ass in his big hands. Her nubile body was his plaything, a hundred-pound slab of flesh for him to pound. He did so lovingly, sliding his long cock in and out instead of flopping his hips deep and fast. He outgrew his teenage tendencies a shamefully short time ago, immensely proud. The only thing he didn’t have was the stamina.

Bow panted out after a few minutes, laying on his side, pushing his wife to lay away as he gently dipped his dick into that cunt from behind. “Ah, love you, hun,” he whispered in her ear, kissing and nibbling her. She reached back and stroked his jaw over her shoulder, nuzzling his face. She lifted her leg and her hoof stroked the outside of his calf.

The four-legged monster shifted until Bow was on top of her, those perky tits squished into the bed. Bow pushed his arms straight and grunted as he railed her deep and hard, his low hanging balls swinging. The stallion felt a tingling on his lips and a watery sensation in his head, the alcohol was taking its toll. He smiled and laid down on her, an arm possessively wrapping around her neck. She squeaked and smiled as his bicep and forearm worked to control her breathing, firmly yet gently. “Who’s my sexy girl?” he asked, sinking his long cock deep, deep inside her. 

She lifted her head and panted out, her ass rolling in tiny little circles. “Ah, I’m your sexy little mare!” she breathed, swallowing hard against his firmly holding arm. He rewarded her by sinking his long cock firmly into her, his hips meeting her strong ass with a little “pap”. The stallion snorted in her ear and let her feel how horny he was by yanking back, making her gag. She squeezed his holding arm, the sign to keep it up, so he did. His chest pressed into the back of her head while he pulled her tight, his body slamming hers into the bed. He sucked air, a sheen of sweat covered them both. He smiled and planted a loving kiss on her ear before he railed her as hard as he could. The stallion shouted and grunted hard, breathing like a sprinter. He was close, and had every intention of nutting balls deep inside her.

Windy bit his arm gently and squeezed with both hands, squeaking, begging for more. He didn’t have too long as his cock and his lungs and legs were near their limits. Still he soldiered on, drawing on his reserves. He squeezed her tighter, listening to her half choke. There wasn’t anything he’d rather be doing. Her fingers twitched, and he felt that telltale splash on his swinging sack. Bow had no reason to hold back.

His thrusts grew a little slower as she came, making his cock feel better, more unique, wet goodness pulling on his massive dick. “Ah, ah, that’s it, here it comes,” he grunted in her ear. The stallion left the puddle of a mare to pant on her pillow, his arms releasing her to pull on her hips. He grunted hard, his huge tip attempted to flare deep in her snug little pussy. He shouted and squeezed hard enough to whiten his knuckles. In a flash, he was pumping her tiny pussy full of fresh cum. Throb, throb, again, throbbing hard, his cumvein thumping hard, pumping his cream with force. He took pride in his forceful orgasms, developing a technique to swell every rope into a distinctive, hard-hitting fist of spunk.

He drained himself into her and fell on top, still buried in her. Windy held her eyes shut and made him cup her tummy, a little bulged with his softening cock. Bow kissed her cheek, making her smile, and relaxed back. He covered their bodies to the shoulder with thick, soft, lush blankets, then he finally relaxed.


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Windy rolled over and smiled, super cozy, her muzzle in her husband’s wing. She kissed him there and curled up, playing big spoon. The wrapper to her cuddle burrito was snatched up by a violent force, the resulting chill made her shiver. “Bow!” she grumbled, hugging him from behind. She crawled onto his body and kissed his neck, his heavy arm draping over her little back. She smiled and nuzzled his neck with her lips, giving him a wet kiss. He wrapped them both up, and she shifted til her plush tits and slim thighs meshed perfectly with his hot body.

A rectangle of morning light marched along the bed for a few hours, strolling right across a sleeping mare’s face, pulling her slowly from the depths of a wonderful sleep. She woke with a kink in her neck and a soreness in her groin. She slowly sat up, blinking, her eyes crusted over. Once Windy pieced together what she was, she massaged her sweaty breasts in the cold air. “Guh… morning, baby,” she whispered, stroking that barreled bare chest. The stallion was out like a light. She smiled and rubbed her eyes some more. “My big boy,” she breathed out with a sigh. Windy planted a kiss on his forehead and crawled out of bed, replacing the strewn and stained comforter over his chest.

She limped to the bathroom and sat on the toilet to relieve herself. She leaned over and started the bath, then plucked up one of Bow’s bathroom readers that came with his razors every month. She flipped through the little pamphlet for ten minutes, reading the mildly interesting articles all while letting his cream gently flow from her sore little pussy. “Hope I’m in fighting condition tonight,” she thought to herself as she stood and cleaned herself. A glance back in the bedroom found the stallion had fled to the far side of the bed, away from the solar square where he had laid. The little clock read eleven.

“Oh, plenty of time,” she said, flipping her wrist. Windy tested the temperature and adjusted the tap. She smiled and hummed as she poured her lavender bubblebath soap. “Gonna fuck a bunch of strangers,” she sang quietly to herself. “Catch a ton of cummm, all on my tonnnnngue, and my Bow is gonna rock my woooorld toniiight….” She climbed in and sighed out, every muscle fiber relaxing. The silence was wonderful. She wasn’t worried about packing every year for his deployments, about bills, about her credit hours, about Rainbow-

”Dash!” she breathed, her eyes popping wide open.

Windy held her sharp inhale, her lungs full, and let it out in a long breath through her mouth. She thought to herself: “She’s a big girl... and I’m a dirty girl. I’ll check my phone later, Bow texted her earlier. She’s fine, she’s fine…. She’s probably fine. S-She’s fine…” The mother slid her hand down her nearly flat stomach and spread her sore little lips. “Fucking Bow and his thick cock,” she whispered, slipping a finger inside to coax his lovely cum out. She massaged her aching vaginal walls and lips, making sure they were sparkling clean.

Windy opened her eyes again, knowing she’d have to get up. She stood and let water drip off her curvy body, smirking as she flexed her butt. She had just broke three hundred pounds at the squat rack and was showing it. She stepped onto the rug and snatched up her towel. “At least I rinsed the sweat and cum off,” she thought to herself.

Windy checked her phone. Missed call and two texts. “I’m fine, Fluttershy says hi. Thank you for worrying about me.” She opened the next text and read it out loud, against her will. “I love you both very much!” she squeaked, biting her finger. It came with a picture of her, Fluttershy and Derpy. “Oh my god, Shy! You really filled out,” she whispered, sitting on the bed.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Bow grumbled, rolling over to face her. He kissed her butt through the towel, she stroked his greasy, stubbly cheek. So stallionly… She swallowed and showed him the picture.

The colt sat up and took her phone, squinting to see. “Dash? Look at the jugs on Fluttershy…”

“I know she’s legal age now, Bow, but she’s your daughter’s age.”

He laughed and laid back down, his hand on her thigh. She placed her hand on his, smiling. “How old are the girls at the club, do you think?”

“Hush!” she said, swatting his cheek, making him flinch and smile.

Bow rolled away from her continuing assault, light little slaps meant to make him retreat. Windy laughed with him and laid on his back, kissing his cheek. “Just remember who owns this,” she whispered in his ear, gripping that butt. It wasn’t as sexy as it was when he was a quarterback in high school, but he had an an attractive trait all his own now, more mature.

He laughed back and sat up, throwing her off like a bucking bronco. He turned and plucked her up, shoving his tongue in her mouth and pulling her back down. “You just got up, you’re already done bathing?” he whispered.

She explained her thought process to his laughter, but he admitted he understood. Bow pecked her no less than three dozen times and sent her back to the tub with a swat on her flank, complaining that she got the sheets wet. Windy slid back into the bathtub, after retrieving two tall glasses of much needed water, and watched him relieve himself into the toilet. She liked to watch this part, his piss leaving him, but never asked for more. It was rather dirty, yet so natural. Urine was a body’s product, much like cum. It wasn’t sexual, however, and she was fine with leaving it be that way.

Bow started to join her, but she stopped him, to drain the water down some. Once she had a little room set aside, Windy plugged the tub and slid forward for him to sit down. They sat like tobogganers, her in his lap, his arms around her. He stroked her coat, working out all the caked in sweat and grime and spunk, mostly his, that the first rinse didn't get out. The mare used her hooves to turn on the hot tap in a trickle to keep the temp steamy. 

She never mentioned the sheer volume Featherstep had shared the other day. She was burping cum for hours. Windy wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen a bigger load. She was astonished to learn that the supplements were already laying around her medicine cabinet, and Bow was already taking one. She’d look it up later, what exactly he needed to take, something to add to Bow’s regimen. Imagine his cumloads doubled, he had said as she shook,  herself spasming in a hands free orgasm, soaking in cum.

Windy stroked his strong arms and felt his package against her back. She kicked her soap into the water and brought it close. She lathered her hands up and made her way to her knees. “Up,” she said. “Time to wash those balls, hun.”

He obeyed without a gripe. She bit her lip, showing how much she loved the sight of his wet, dangling sack of low hanging fruit and plump, healthy, meaty sheath. Windy lathered his package up, careful not to intrude into that precious pouch of skin. She moved onto his thighs, his butt, his belly, his chest, his pits, his shoulders, his upper back and neck, his cheeks, his forehead, eyes, ears, arms, wrists, hands, down to his thighs, calves under the water, his sudsy, warm package in her face. She kissed his skin, grimy inside sheath and sat back down, begging him to do so as well. 

Bow carefully got down, his paunch flexing as he lowered himself down. Windy went right down underwater with her arms to the elbow, looking up eagerly. She knew how much he loved the attentive girlfriend look, and with him, it wasn’t difficult. She wore a little grin, lips parted slightly as she rolled his pouch in her fingers and thumbs. He sighed and relaxed back, his dick swelling from his sheath. “Did you take your supplements today?” she asked, stroking his big balls, the tip of his hot cock breaking the surface of the water and advancing. She watched as his surely sore dick plumped up.

“Not yet,” he breathed. “Ah, hun, if you want me to take my supplements, you better let me save up for tonight.”

She giggled, bending down and giving his clean dick a little kiss, sort of sad that precious cock sweat was getting washed away. “Oh I know. I just want to edge you.” She dipped her tits in the water and wrapped his warm erection in her bust. Windy stroked him with her chest and splashed about to get him off. Bow responded by pushing her face down, making her slurp his long cock at the wide tip. She abandoned the titfuck obediently and went as deep as she could, dipping her nostrils under the water, her neck bulging like the sluts in his favorite pornos. That gag reflex had been gone for years. She spat him out and plunged her face under the water at his side, sitting and letting her short mane fall over her cheeks.

Windy gripped his cock and pumped, smiling, grabbing her shampoo… no, the really smelly, slutty one. She smiled as his eyes lit up. She knew it drove him wild. The mare let the stallion steal it from her and lather her mane up, all while two eager little hands splashed about, stroking him hard and fast. She was careful lean to the side, keeping his big dick out of the danger zone of dripping shampoo.

“Dunk,” he said, and she did, diving her head down and coming up, dripping clean water. “Condition…” he hummed, rubbing in more soapy stuff into her wet mane, her eyes shut. She gripped his shoulder and moved closer, sitting on his knee. She really pumped him with her left hand, eyes closed, mouth ajar.

“Don’t cum,” she whispered, stroking his mane as he buried his face between her wet tits. Windy moaned as she ground her puffy, sore pussy on his knee. She slipped off after a second and rinsed her mane underwater. The mare wiped her face and smiled as she saw his big dick, just standing and pulsing, so sexy. She got her super slutty smelling bodywash and let him molest her body, really rubbing it into her coat, especially her tits, ass, and neck. Bow worked her back next, his dick somehow slipping inside her. She gulped, the pain eye watering. She had to stand and let him out, it was just a little too much. Windy kicked out the drain and turned on the hot tap, her tight butt getting a slap while she was bent over.

“Ah!” she squeaked, wincing. “Bow!” she said, laughing as they rinsed off. Windy tonguefucked his mouth and beat his big cock hard and fast, stopping just as he flared. “You’re a bad boy. I’ll bring your supplements and pineapple. You’re going to eat it all before you get out of the shower.”

She pulled the curtain and got out, replacing the cloth behind her. “And no cumming!” she shouted, shaking her wings and mane out. The mare wrapped up in her plush towel (custom made with Dashie’s cutie mark on it) and ventured for a quick walk to the kitchen. She got his vitamins, she needed to get those cumload boosters still, and chopped up some fresh pineapple into a bowl, about a quarter of the fruit. She carried his water bottle by the strap in her teeth.

The mare returned and pulled the curtain back, swooning to see him covered in suds and masturbating slow and smooth, his dick flared. They both moaned. “Don’t cum,” she repeated, setting the items on wide shelf near the shower. “Don’t you dare waste a drop. I need it tonight,” she said, giggling as she cupped his heavy balls and kissed his lips.

The stallion responded with a tongue filling her little mouth, his hand moving her hand from his huge, swinging, sexy, hot balls to that shaft. She looked down as he broke away at the familiar veins. One snaked so fantastically over the ring, just left of the center, and curled back around to slide along the side all the way to that fucking flare, but a little less pronounced. Three smaller branches came off at the far end of the ring, those were fun to trace. He had a dozen more, and she was really considering mapping and naming them.

Windy looked up to him scarfing pineapple and dripping over her. “Good boy!” she giggled, kissing his dick, of course getting water everywhere. She looked up and molested her big breast as she masturbated him as hard as she could. “Is my favorite boy gonna cum?” she whispered, standing tall. “Gonna fucking blow a huge fucking load for me?” she whispered in his ear, tits around his arm.

The stallion shook his head, leaning back. “No, ma’am.”

“Come on, you want to,” she hissed, licking his cheek, “I know you need to dump a huge fucking load for me, come on, fucking do it.”

He pushed her off, groaning, his dick flaring impossibly wide. It looked like an uprooted tree, the thick, long trunk was showing off just how wide the roots were. The flare seemed double the radius! She got low, just in case, as he panted in the shower. 

One… two! Two extremely powerful flexes, and a fat glob of white, just welling up, just outside the water. On the third dry pump, he’d go over, a proven theory time and time again.

Just a little more! “Aaaaaagh, fuck!” he hissed, pushing on the walls. His fat cock pulsed away rapidly, that wad of white goodness falling out onto her thigh. Windy instantly went to wipe it up and savor the precious cream, but there was no use. Mist encouraged it off her clean coat and into the water.

Windy turned off the tap and stepped out, watching that dick just exist. Her husband was panting, eyes shut, lips quivering. She rubbed her wet, hot little vulva and bit her lip, just, just watching! Watching that stick of meat live, throb, pulse, flare! Thirty seconds passed and finally, finally, it started to calm. First, the flare relaxed just slightly. Then the throbs grew less intense, subtly at first, then they were almost not visible. His mighty trunk grew lazy and went from bending up to bowing down, then at last, the head drooped to swing through his thighs. The shaft remained exposed as he stood in the empty tub, just dripping.

“Edge well?” she asked in a whimper, stopping her twiddling hand at last.

Her buck nodded sleepily and slumped, sitting on the toilet. He downed the entire twenty-four ounce water and finished off his fruit, smiling. “Fuck, I was sure you were going to need another rinse.”

Windy sat in his lap and kissed his sweet mouth, moaning softly and rubbing his balls. “My poor baby, needs to cum,” she whispered. “I want to visit the adult store, then the health store.”

“We just stocked up on protein and lube,” he said, stroking her hips as she sat with him, muscular thighs on his.

She gave those lips a soft kiss. “There’s this supplement regimen I heard from that colt from the bar.”

“He feed you a load of bullshit along with that facial?” he chuckled.

She laughed as well. “Maybe. But what do you think about taking about four little supplements to boost your cumload size?”

“You want more mess to clean up?”

“YES!” she blurted, kissing his face. “Yes, sorry, dear. You know how much I love your cum. I want gallons! Ah!” she squeaked and giggled. “Oh gosh, I must be in heat, I’m a little horny bitch! Ah, what do you think? If that doesn’t work, we can break out that potion-”

“Noooo way,” he said, gagging softly. “Those taste so bad!”

She flipped her wrist and rolled her eyes. “Dilute it in vodka and orange juice or something,” she said, pressing her tits in his face.

“And that cumload was ridiculous.”

“Yes it was,” she purred, remembering her literal cum bath. “A full fucking pint glass, smelled and tasted so fucking good….”

“Ejaculating that much just doesn't feel good after a long time!” he sighed. “And my ballsack still has sagging skin.”

“I love your low hanging fruit, sweetie,” she said, kissing his cheek. Bow gave out a sigh, one she loved. “That mean you’ll do it?”

“Expensive hundred bits,” he grumbled, pushing her off his thighs. “I don’t know, honey.”

The wife licked his ear and gave him a nibble, his favorite. “I hope they have  tarps down, or a tub to lay in. I want to bathe in it, Bow,” she breathed. Windy giggled and sat up, her big tits jiggling in his face. “I kinda wanna wear my cheerleader outfit.”

Bow donned a tired smile, baring his teeth a little. “Fuck, girl, you just made me edge and now you’re getting me hard again. Mind slipping into it?”

The mare bent over in front of her stallion and got a fast little spank. “Oooh, well, if the quarterback wants a cheerleader,” she started, giggling. She wandered into the bedroom and stood nude near the dresser. “Where is my old outfit…” She hummed and looked around, smiling at Bow in the doorway, his plump cock hanging from his body. “Mmm, my stallion still has it.”

That got him grinning. “I’m not taking that potion again.”

“Oh, hun, that’s okay. Maybe, you know, a half dose?” she pressed again. He looked to her body, then to her eyes, and shook his head. “What about the supplements, at least?”

He shrugged. “Sure. As long as they don’t make my cock sore for three days straight.”

Windy smiled and walked up, giving his naked chest a touch and his lips a kiss. “Love you,” she said softly, receiving a hand resting on her hip.

“Love you more,” he hummed. “Now go get dressed. You can’t go on the field like that. I think I remember a few boxes in the back of the closet.”

“We really should clean things out, especially with Dash gone-ohmygosh, I need to call her!”

Bow held her from behind, her wings flaring out. “Honey honey, caaaalm, calm. Go and call her, I’ll find your outfit.”

Windy sighed and kissed his hand. “Thanks, hun. You know how to keep me grounded.” She kissed his cheek and went to the bed and sat, pulling up her charging phone. She selected Dash’s number and hit call just as something warm and wet landed on her face. She gasped and looked up, one eye eclipsed by a heavy, veiny horse cock. “Ah, Bow!” she hissed, smiling wide. “I’m calling Rainbow-”

“Hello?”

Windy nearly jumped out of her skin. “R-Rainbow!” she said, switching hands to the other, non-cock side ear, her fingertips brushing his warm member. She bit her lip hard and furrowed her brow, staring daggers to the silently laughing stud.

“Mom? You there?”

Windy swallowed, fanning herself, his dick pulsing on her face. “Yes, Dashie. What’s up? Are you at Fluttershy’s?”

“Nah, one sec, I’m in a library. Hold on, I gotta take this.”

“Library,” she repeated. Rainbow was never much of a bookworm. She didn’t need to read tons of books, she was a natural flier! She smiled up to her husband who was stiff and slapping her little face repeatedly with that lovely, hard, clean dick. Windy eagerly licked over the base and sucked on his shapely, veiny cock as she waited for Dash to step outside.

“Mom?” she heard, perking up, smiling, spit trickling down her recently clean chin.

“Dashie, you there?” she called out, cupping those juicy balls.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Windy smiled. “Just helping your father out. How are you, how was the trip?”

“Great!” she said. “Shy was waiting with tea and beds made up. Me and Derpy have a place picked out, a little cloud home her mom left us near town. I’m on the weather team already, it’s an easy way for a little folding cash, ya know.”

“My girl!” she giggled. “She’s already got a house and a job! How’s that for leaving the nest? You go girl!”

“That’s my mare, all grown up!” Bow added.

“Oh, and daddy is proud of you, too,” she said, biting her lip and blushing. That name was reserved for the bedroom, and she hoped Rainbow wouldn’t notice the slip. She hadn’t used that outside of sex since Rainbow was in diapers.

“Heh, I am pretty awesome.” Windy sighed, that dick falling with her slumping posture. “Hey, thanks for worrying. I know, um, you care, and even though I don’t always show it…. I love you two.”

“We love you so very much, and you know that, sweetie. You keep practicing your flying. You can’t be the best if you don’t work at it!” Windy giggled and hugged her husband’s thigh, too high to be kinky. “If you need anything, anything at all, do not hesitate to call.”

Bow pulled his dripping dick off her little face and sat at her side, holding his hand out. “Oh, and your father wants to say hello, too."She handed the phone to him and instantly pushed him onto his back, climbing up. She beamed as his face contorted with pleasure when his big cock filled her pussy once again.

“Ooof! Hey baby! “ he said sounding like he got the wind knocked out of him. Windy stroked his big chest and rolled her hips slowly. "So proud of you, honey bun. Oh I know but you'll always be my little junior speedster. Ah, no no! Your mom is trying to get my attention for something, don't worry about me-e. How's your gal pals? Meet any new ones?” He sat up slightly and mouthed “I will get you back!”

Windy closed her eyes and sat her hips down on him, giggling. That is, until he plucked her up like a sack of potatoes and laid her down, burying his bone with force. Windy held her hands over her mouth as her stallion gently, forcefully got the bed rocking. She clutched the sheet as his third leg kicked her ass. 

“Mm, well you be nice to that filly. Coming from Canterlot, she's gotta be a big shot, right? And a unicorn? They got spells, you be careful. Don’t want to end up with a moustache or something.” Bow bucked and laid his hand on her neck. She gasped and held his arm in a tight grip. “Uh huh. Glad to hear you're making friends. My filly always was popular. Just, make sure you wear enough clothes-” 

“Be sexy but safe! “ Windy shouted towards the phone. She could hear a faint groan from the other side of the line. “You're fucking me balls deep and want your daughter to cover up? Come on, baby! “ she whispered and laughed as he pumped her one more extra hard time. 

“We love you," they said in unison,laughing and smiling at each other. "Mmhm, alright hun. Have fun at that party!” 

“Don't drink too much!" 

“And you take care of Fluttershy," Bow said, cupping huge air tits, making Windy giggle. Bow tapped the end call button and sighed. He dropped the phone by Windy’s head. “Now I'll take care of you," he said, bucking his hips and holding her ass in both hands, pulling her wide hips up to meet his. She closed her eyes and gave him the loud moan he had earned. 

“Don't cum,“ she whined, gritting her teeth. The pain was like a bruise, entering deep inside her. She gulped and bore it, pleasure too intense to make him stop. He was growing more brutal and fast, their hips made rapid wet slaps. She clutched his arms tight, nails digging into his meaty biceps, his face screwed up like hers. Windy closed her eyes and her legs around him and squealed in orgasmic bliss. 

He couldn't last long without erupting. She gasped as he pulled out, leaving her delicate little pussy gaping like a wound. She smiled wide and held him close, laying in his lap when he pulled her curvy body on his. They cuddled and kissed under the covers for a short while, she could never stay awake long listening to his heartbeat.


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The stallion was the first to get up, around four p.m., said the clock. Windy followed him and freshened up after. She gave him one last kiss before he dressed and left to buy the potion, grumbling as he departed, leaving her to do herself up right. He returned before she was done. 

Windy lightly kissed him, careful not to muddy up her makeup as he patted her head. She scowled at him, then fixed her short mane. “I'm growing it out again,” she said, fixing her lipstick. It was a deep crimson, her eyeshadow a matching blood red. False eyelashes and eyeshadow helped to complete her look, all immaculately applied. She smiled and giggled as Bow drank his potion, the one he hated. She sure loved it, and let the stallion play with her tits as penance while she gussied up. His balls sagged for weeks after last time. But there was so much cum, and besides, what mare didn't love some low hanging fruit? 

“There," she said, wincing as he pinched her nipples. Windy slapped his big hands away, smiling and giggling. "Honey!“ she scoffed. ”That hurts! Stop abusing me and tell me what you think. Do I look ready for an orgy?” she giggled and accepted some loving kisses on her neck.

Bow gulped some water and winced. “Gah… sorry. Yes, baby. I’d spend money to fuck you raw right now. Holy fuck, my baby looks like a high dollar prostitute.”

She scoffed. “Bow!” Windy slapped his face playfully and laughed. “The highest dollar. Now help me find that cheerleader uniform. I’ll be damned if I have to go in that black dress.

“I like the dress,” he said, turning to the side to let her out of the little bathroom.

She rolled her eyes. “Wear the yellow silk button down and those black slacks,” she said, stepping into the closet. Bow came behind and turned on the light. “Under the sweaters?” she mused aloud. Windy pulled apart the hanging garments one by one in the closet, just large enough for herself to stand in, surrounded on three sides by clothes and shoes. She checked low while Bow leaned over her, his jeans on her butt. She wiggled around, her short tail swishing to and fro. Boxes and old folded garments hid nothing but dust and memories of clothes long forgotten. It was temptint to pick up each one and try to remember when she last wore it.

“Watch out!” he said, and Windy could hardly flinch before something pointy fell square onto her wing.

She yelped and flinched, staying bent over, her teeth clenched. “I’m so sorry, baby, are you okay?” Bow said, bending over her and picking up the missile. Her eyes lit up when she saw it. An old red postage box, one she used to wrap some odds and ends in when they moved fourteen years ago. She opened it up, and sure as day, right there in front of her, was her top.

“Falcons,” she giggled, taking it out. “Needs a quick rinse, smells old.”

Bow took the skirt hiding underneath and gave it a whiff. “Smells like weed,” he laughed.

Windy took it from him. “That’s what I mean-oh my gosh… look, this stain,” she said, showing off the inside of the butt of her skirt. “You think…”

“Dashies brothers and sisters?”

They both shared an odd moment. It was one part nostalgic, one part humorous, and in a weird way, somber. 

She smiled wide, looking up. “Yeah,” she said, looking back down to the cum stain. It was the only real mark in the black cloth. The outside was all blue, with a silver stripe and blue lettering inside across her chest. She was one of three girls allowed to wear a size bigger than the rest, having developed early and well. She bit her lip and looked up. “Are you really ready to make tons more stains?” She touched his arm, in his flannel shirt. “I hate to ruin a piece of, ya know. History.”

He suddenly shoved his tongue down her mouth, pulling her nude body into his flannel and jeans. She closed her eyes and hugged him tight, smiling as they broke away, the skimpy cheerleader outfit pinned between their bodies. “It’s a great memento, and if your boobs grew too big and you can’t fit in it, you can wear anything else. But nothing would turn me on more than seeing the girl who I fucked every day in the storage shed between the school and the field in that cheerleading outfit for one more kinky night.”

Windy felt her face flush and tears well up in her eyes. It was so nostalgic, so naughty, she couldn’t deny the rush she felt when she thought about those old days, wearing her uniform again. “Fine,” she sighed. “But what if my ass is too fat, too?”

“Then we’ll just have to do some more cardio to burn it off, get you squatting heavier, too.”

“That wouldn’t make my ass shrink, dummy,” she giggled.

“So? That’s the opposite of a problem,” Bow said, cupping her big butt. She was so proud of how she was progressing.

She pushed him off and took the skirt and stepped into it. She shimmied her hips and grunted as the hem grew tight around the widest part of her hips. She pulled and hopped and wiggled, but she couldn’t get it. She lowered the hem down again, looking at a red mark in her left side. She looked at the garment and rolled her eyes. Bow chuckled as she unzipped a side zipper, and the thing slipped on with still quite some effort. She reached in and pinched the zipper, pulled it up as high as she could, and tucked the tab in the little cloth pouch. How could she forget that damn thing? It chaffed her side so bad it bled, just a little, one very busy night after a game.

“Like a glove,” he said, cupping her butt, lifting her skirt and looking at her little pussy. Windy traced how it cut into her flesh at her hip. She bit her lip and slipped the top on. She had to exhale and pull it down over her tits. She hadn’t worn it since high school, before the baby. She grunted and stuffed her big boobs up into the garment. She looked up to her husband, who helped her get herself into the wooly fabric.

She smiled as her tits hung ever so slightly out the bottom. “Sort of fits,” she giggled. “How do I look?” she asked stepping out to look in the mirror above her chest of drawers. She gawked. She looked like a balloon in a cheerleader outfit! She bit her lip, blushing. “Did I really inflate this much?” she pouted. Her worry melted when Bow kissed her cheek, holding her close from behind. She could feel his stiff dick on her lower back. Was he leaking?

“You look insanely hot. This outfit is seriously kinky, Windy, straight out of a porno. But you still look adorable, honey,” he said softly in her ear. “I can’t wait to fuck these and nut under the fabric.” He held her boobs gently from below, making her whimper. “The top really squishes them together nicely.”

She smiled. “Wanna test it, see if it’s good to titfuck me like this?” she asked. He laughed with her and pinned her to the drawers. Windy panted hard as he suddenly grabbed her face and shoved his tongue in her mouth. It tasted bitter, but his mouth was still delicious.  The husband bit her lip. He groaned, inhaled, held her tight, made her grip his dick, made her get down on her knees. She licked the tip with a big grin on her face, then moved back til he could stuff his huge cock between her warm, soft, clean tits. She wiggled and slipped his silky hot skin over her velvet coat til he was starting to push the fabric up with his tip.

Windy groaned and looked up as she touched the exposed base of his mighty cock. “How is that?” she asked in a whisper, flapping her long wings. Bow only bucked his hips, his swinging balls distracting her. Windy let him go, hands on his knees. His thrusts grew downright mean, and he quickly popped the top off her big breasts, the nipples stiff as diamonds. “Ah, so there is a limit. Wasn’t that nice?”

The stallion let out a chuckle and wiped his leaking cockhead on her lips. “I don’t know if I can wait four more hours,” he said, glancing at the clock. It was just past eight o’clock. Windy got up and kissed his cheek, still needing to jump to do it. They embraced for a little, her holding and ever so gently rubbing her favorite vein on his hot cock.

“Hmmm…. Well, we could catch up on your stories. Or mine.”

“Or we could go out, have a quick, nice dinner or something, then come back and fuck like bunnies.”

Windy pouted. “We did that yest-er, no wait, last weekend.”

“Tell me you didn’t love it.”

“I wanna show this off!” she said, tugging at her skirt. “And this!” Windy pinched his dickhead, pushing her lower lip out as much as she could.

He shrugged, smirking. “You convinced me. I just can’t party like these kids anymore.”

Windy kissed him and pushed off her skirt. “We’ll rest up and have some coffee before we go. Vodka redbulls at the place, and then we’ll come home, one of us stickier than the other, and crash. Come on, you know you want to roar and scare all the other boys as you show off that fucking flare. Ah, oh Celestia, hun, when you’ve edged, your head gets wide as my face, I swear.”

Bow cupped her pussy lips and stuck a finger in, she was soaked and hot. “Ah! I want it!” she squeaked, knuckles white as she clenched his burly forearm.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he whispered, kissing her and gently rubbing her g-spot.

She swallowed and smiled, breathing out slowly and controlling herself. “Ah, I love you so much. C-come on, I think cloud hockey might be on. We need to save it for tonight.”


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“I wonder if Dash ever came here,” Bow said over his shoulder as the two were led down the stairs into the basement of one of the bars Windy had snuck into as a teen. She had no idea there was a club underneath! She blushed as they approached the door. Everyone would see her in her skimpiest dress. She had to go braless, she didn’t have anything small enough to not be seen over the hem. Her cheerleader uniform was folded in her purse, it didn’t take up much space.

She squeezed his shoulders, balancing on four inch heels. They hurt her hooves to walk in, and she had next to no practice in them, but her husband went nuts when he saw her in them. The mare hoped she wouldn’t snap her ankle. “Oh, hun, don’t say things like that!”

Bow laughed and walked through a steel door into the nightclub. Whatever he said in response was drowned by music that made her ears hurt. It was so fucking loud! She winced and found she could bear it, but not comfortably. “Let’s get something to drink!” she said, cupped hand by Bow’s ear. He nodded and smiled. The parents had forgotten all about pregaming.

He looked great in that bright yellow button down, it showed he could look good. It also hid his little belly she was working so hard to evaporate. Celestia, she could see his guardspony days like there were a week ago, his six pack and pecs. She swallowed and held his hand, swaying her hips to the deep, deep bass.

Her body moved to the beat as she was pulled past brightly colored pegasi to the bar. She got looks, and looked herself. One mare was making out with another, a stallion was shoving his tongue down another mare’s throat by the dance floor. It was shoulder to shoulder there. Windy let herself get pinned to the bar, Bow’s body hovering over her, his groin lifting up her tiny crimson dress. He held up two fingers, and when she looked up he was nodding. He grabbed her face and gave her an upside down kiss, sucking hard on her lips and giving her body a little buck. She could have melted.

It was not as deafening at the bar. She bumped her round ass back and pushed her stallion off so she could turn and face him. “I wonder where Jumper and her friend went off to!” she shouted, smiling.

Bow shrugged and watched the young bartender, with her own tits almost out, pouring all sorts of drinks. She made two thick rum and cokes and slid them on down the bar. Windy and Bow took theirs and stayed close together as they ponywatched. Stallions and mares, colts and fillies, really, drank heavily and shouted and danced, all hands on. Bow stroked her thigh and got her heart racing. She drank her drink rather quickly, easy to do in the stuffy atmosphere. She watched a burly stallion with no mane patrol the perimeter, eyes cast on the crowd. He wore nothing but an undershirt and jeans, both undersized, an earring in his right ear (was that the gay one?), and neon pink running shoes. It was rather creepy. Her eyes were sucked to the other side of the floor where a mare pushed a colt away and was trying to walk off, and before she knew it, the towering stallion was off! He was pointing and shouting with an arm bigger than her whole body, plucking the offender up like a toy. He was thrown to the ground, then scrambled and made for the door. Dozens of people were shouting and clapping.

She smiled and wished that big stallion had a great day, and that the filly was okay. “See that?” she asked Bow, who was getting their second round. 

She clinked glasses, took a drink, and checked her makeup in her pocket mirror. Still as dense and perfect as it was hours ago. She felt a hand on her ass, but no one was there when she turned around. She checked her other shoulder and was elated to see none other than Bow claiming her in front of everypony. She smiled and slugged his chest, mostly just pushing her own little body away. She smiled and laughed.

“Did you see the show?!” Windy shouted. She wasn’t heard, but that was alright. She looked to her side and tried to ask the mare on her right, facing the bar. 

The cute pink mare was looking at the crowd, her drink behind her. A hand had slipped something like a little pill in it, and she saw from the color of his hand and his shirt it was the stallion she had been with. The unsuspecting mare laughed and took her glass as Windy shouted. “Hey!” She didn’t hear. “Stop!”

Windy took the glass away and threw the drink right in the creep’s face. “I saw that!” she shouted as loud as she could. Bow stood behind her, his quarterback physique not as intimidating as the dance club prowler, but he was still able to do the job. The sleezy stallion reeked of untrustworthiness. Usually a tempered mare, Windy’s automatic instinct to offer the benefit of the doubt was overridden by righteous fury. “Who taught you this was okay?!” she screamed, catching the attention of the bartender, thank Celestia. “He dropped something in her drink!” she screamed.

“Fuck off, I didn't do a damn thing. Mind your business, bitch! “ he retorted, his voice dripping grease. Windy reeled, his mane looked like a long legged spider was crushed to his hairline and its slimy legs still hung down. 

Windy squeaked as she was pushed aside. Bow was an automaton the moment the b-word left his lips. Some sort of training kicked in, and the dad looked like a killing machine. There was some sort of motion, too quick to see, and the slower colt was sticking his arm at an awkward angle, his wrist turned some unnatural angle. Windy wasn't sure if she heard bones snapping or tendons stretching or bass kicking. Either way, the asshole was wincing and begging as Bow marched the son of a bitch towards the door. 

“Fuck fuck fuck! “ the young mare said. She was fanning herself, her tiny dress shining like plastic in the purple stage lights. "I coulda been that guys pincoushin!" she whined.

Windy touched her arm and tried to help her stay calm. “But you're not," she said. “My husband is making sure he won't hurt anyone for a long time.”

“Dickhead. He deserves worse." 

“You said it," Windy said, bumping hips with her. She smiled, a sight that warmed her heart.

The tall, young pink mare smiled down at Windy. The filly brushed her long red hair out of her eyes. "I owe you,” she said, smiling with a little bit of a warmth in her young face. She was plastered already. 

Windy flipped her wrist. “It was nothing.” Still, she felt great, her heart was thundering! The mare smiled and watched the bartender pick up a phone. She let her call whoever, she assumed the police. 

Bow took his time coming back. Windy took the chance to nudge the sloppy mare. “You good?"

She nodded. "It'll take more than creepy guys to keep me down.” Windy wasn't sure if she believed it.

Windy  offered her drink anyway. “Certified drug free." She took a quick drink then held he glass out. ”To you! For, like, staying awesome." 

The mare took the rum and coke and smiled. “This is to you, for being fucking, like, fuck, like, awesome.”

Windy winced as she tilted her drink back and took a long gulp. It wasn't big, but it was damn strong. Her motherly instinct conflicted strongly with her desire to fit in. 

“Feeling fucked up yet?" she asked, hoping she sounded, she groaned as she thought, young. She was barely 36, Windy didn't FEEL old! Still, this little filly was past her limit and needed a cab, not a captain and coke. 

The pink filly nodded and got closer to talk. "I'm, like, sooooo…” She laughed and staggered, leaning over for her was too much. “Like, yeah!”

“Hey can I bum a smoke?" she asked. She hadn't smoked since prom. 

The drunk girl nodded. ”Totally! I wanna smoke sooooo bad," she mumbled, and faced away from the bar, which wasn't toward the door. Windy placed her hand on the girl's hip and guided her the right direction, and thankfully, spotted her husband coming the opposite way. 

“She's wasted, getting her a cab," she blurted to him as he walked by. 


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“I'll be at the bar! “ he said, flashing a handful of drink tokens. Bow gave that round flank a quick pat, getting a smirk on return. 

He smiled on his way back. The stallion found his spot and rested his elbows on the bar, facing the crowd. "Pegasi of a feather,” he murmured to himself, watching her tiny dress disappear up the hazy stairway, stumbling to catch the tall filly. 

He groaned and quickly shifted his equipment around. All his furniture was in one room, and it was aching fiercely. His erection had waxed and waned since they had headed out, and now it was flaring down his pant leg. He let it show. Why not? One colt was getting his lap ground on right at the fringe if the dance floor. Bow dreaded his next orgasm, that damn potency potion had left his dick aching for days and his sack stretched for weeks. 

“Getcha somethin?" a woman asked. He looked down at the sudden hand on his chest. A filly in nothing but a skimpy neon green top and short shorts asked him with long eyelashes fluttering. They were false. He knew because he recognized the petite red mare as Jumper, the filly from the bar yesterday. His heart thundered, his dick was throbbing. His huge balls felt ready to burst, damn that potion, and damn Windy for coercing him to drink one again. 

He took her in his arms and drew her close, smiling down at her. She gave an excited little squeal, breath reeking of vodka. He was ready to fuck her into oblivion. "Yeah,” he said smoothly, looking at her cute boobs, so perky, were they really bigger than Windy's? "I'll take this little cherry pie." 

She laughed out loud, making Bow feel a little embarrassed. He rolled with it and cupped her tight ass, squeezing hard. “Nice place!” he shouted. “Where's the… lounge? “ he asked. Where were they going to get freaky? He was nervous, but the liquor in his head and extra testosterone in his balls kept him from being too on edge. 

Suddenly, a hand gripped his flared cockhead in his pants. “Hold it, Mister. You're spoken for." The words whispered into his ear were bright and bubbly, but he felt the chill of death regardless. Windy owned his cock. He knew that since the night he put a ring on her finger. What a night.

The stallion let go of the tiny teen dressed in loud green and laughed. She took her place at Bow’s right arm, Windy in his left. He snagged two handfuls and let Windy pour a shot into his mouth. He took the tequilla and winced as it scalded his neck on the way down, the dirt aftertaste made him salivate and smirk to cover his distaste. "Yummy.

Windy laughed. “Hey Jumper!" she sang, winking. “Ready to party?" 

“Fuck yes, now we're just waiting on Feather and his coltfriend.” Bow blushed, Windy made a little inaudible ”aww”. He wasn't ready for anything involving batting for both teams. “I just texted him." 

Windy shifted to lay her big ass on his lap, moving to the deep bass. She looked like she really took to more modern music. Bow loved it, what it made mares do, but couldn't quite move to it like the other stallions. He pushed his palms into the small of her back and thrusted his hips up as he swung back and forth into her, essentially dry humping her flank. Jumper really liked it, playing with her top and sneaking him a peek. Her nipples were pierced with little rings, hearts dangling like the tag of a dog collar. The engravings something he couldn't read from this distance. 

Jumper squeaked and jumped, her top lifting up and flashing him again. She leaned down deep. Her head jerked back as her ass-length blonde mane was tugged. She stood and turned, smiling as she looked at a slim stallion, wearing half a tank top and a set of jeans so tight it made Bow and his aching balls wince. 

He gripped the mare by her face and suddenly shoved his tongue into her mouth. Windy gave a hoot. Bow gripped the base of her tail and stroked her side. The milf leaned back into him with an ear to ear grin, craning her neck. ”I'm so fucking wet," she shouted up to her husband, laughing when he cupped one amazing breast. 

“Heyyy," the colt said, swinging his hips sideways into his wife. The burly stallion was between raising a fist and spreading her thighs for the colt. Either way, Bow needed to bend something over and jam his cock balls deep inside. "You two look amazing! “

“Look at you!” Windy shot right back, placing her palm on his exposed six pack. Bow gave a tiny buck, making her tits bounce. She gripped the colt’s loose belt for balance, her face landing in his chest. She stood and embraced him, coming off Bow and his painfully hard cock. Jumper and Featherstep looked down, eyes wide, the former terrified, the latter looking hungry for the snake in his trousers.

Windy followed their eyes and gasped. “Looks like someone's ready to get crazy!" she shouted, smiling wide. ”Thanks for inviting us out! We're having a great time already. But-”

“When can we get some time alone?" Bow asked for her. He glanced down. Below the easily identifiable flare near midway down the father's thigh was a damp patch of clothing. He was leaking precum in a trickle. So much for these pants, he thought. 

The spry little blue colt smiled and hooked a thumb in his low waisted jeans. “I'll call the bartender." 

Jumper came close and looked up with begging pink eyes. ”I wanna make you cum so, so bad. I had a little kinky idea for the four of us, since Feather’s friend couldn't make it." 

“Name it," he said as quietly as he could over the bumping music. Windy appeared on his arm, her perfect tits straddling his muscles.

Jumper gave his shoulder a peck. "I'm your young trophy wife, and you're the burly football coach, Featherstep is a cute little freshman, and Windy and I were texting earlier. She's so onboard to play the lead cheerleader, hottest girl in school, I think she'd do a decent job. I've got bigger boobs by a little, so I think it'd sorta work."

"A roleplay thing, huh?" Bow tapped his hoof, looking to the young mare grinning sheepishly, her huge tits nearly spilling out of her tiny top. "You mind if I give the cheerleader a facial, hun?" he asked the filly, making her blush.

"Aw, Boooow," she sang. "Maybe if you give me a load, too, hubby," she giggles, hanging on his other arm. "I love my big, strong stallion," she sighed, then laughed with Windy.

"You're a natural, Jumpy! I'm sorry, missus Hothoof," the blue mare said.

Bow felt a tug on his short tail. Feather, with his six pack showing, waved him and his mares over. The married stallion made sure they paid their tab and departed.


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The room was impressively clean. A spacious basement room decorated with sex symbols, posters of gorgeous mares exposing their impeccable privates welcomed the foursome plus facilitator. The griffon girl had her feathers in a butch style, long and swept over her head, plucked into a hard part high along the side of her scalp. "Welcome, everyone," she said in a Manehatten accent dripping with the sleazy, greasy charisma it came with. "You fohah look pleasant enough, so I'll trust ya won't be needing to hear about the cleanup fee. Any business you would do in the bathroom, you do in the bathroom, ova there. If ya swing that way, you get to pay double price for making my employees mop up. Otherwise, I am hands off as far as I am concerned. Unless you want hands on, but that costs, too," she said, rubbing her fingers together and letting out a chuckle.

"Mm, no thanks," Bow said, nearly growling with hunger as he looked down at Jumper, licking her teeth. "I think I've got enough hands."

The griffon stood in the doorway, her tiny top hiding tiny tits, her hips slim, thighs showing she knew the inside of a gym well. She shrugged, smirking. "Suit yourself. Mister Step's card is on the file, everything's already been charged. You's folks figure out how you're gonna pay him back. Drinks, waters, rubbers, toys, just a buzz away," she said, buzzing a pink button in a painted circle on the wall, the buzzer was a little poorly drawn titty.

Feather and Bow had a hard, short laugh, Bow reminded of his guard days with the crude dicks drawn on the wall. "Awesome," he said, laughing some more. "Ah, that's great. Can we redo our doorbell, honey?" he asked Windy, who rolled her eyes. The mare sat on the black leather couch, opposite a raised platform covered in padding.

Jumper hopped up and took a perch there, wings fluttering as she shifted in excitement. Bow gave her little thigh a gentle stroke.

"Last call," the griffon said as a topless mare rounded the corner, wearing makeup to shame a clown. She waved and winked as she passed the doorway, carrying a tray of water bottles. The griffon took the tray and set it on the floor by the door. "This is complimentary."

Feather and Bow looked around, the mares shook their heads and smiled. "We're set for now, miss, thank you very much," Bow said smoothly, impatiently gripping the petite teenage mare by her soft thigh. The griffon flashed a peace sign and closed the door, a mare with insanely huge boobs kneeling plastered on the back of the door.

Windy let out a little sigh, biting her lip. "I'm so excited," she whispered to the group. "I'll be right back. I need to change into a little something." She giggled girlishly and flapped her wings to get to her hooves and skipped off to the little restroom.

"While the cheerleader is dressing out, honey, can I have a little kiss?" Jumper asked, pulling her long blonde mane out of her face.

Bow took the far side of her hip in his hand, pulling himself close to her perch, he realized now, had her body at perfect lifted missionary height. Or spread her legs and bend her over, she could lean on it. Clever. He added it to his mental shopping list he was bound to forget. "Course, hun," he said smoothly, and leaned in. He cupped her chin like he did when he wanted to calm Windy down, finding the teen was panting hard through her narrowly parted lips. Hers were thicker than Windy's. He closed his eyes and calmly took her lips in his, sucking on her lower so gently as she squeaked and squirmed, gripping his jaw in two tense hands. It was the first mare he kissed since marriage. She pawed his neck and jaw desperately as he stood taller, breaking the kiss and hugging her body to his. Bow went in again, slower, making her groan, jamming her pedal to the metal, but he was in control. His thumb and finger on her chin held her with just a feather soft grasp, yet firm enough to communicate his utter control.

She was putty.

He pulled his face away from her delicious lips, smirking as her fingers slowed, touching his fresh shave. He wished he had not cleaned up so recently, Windy adored a little shadow. But the wife insisted he look his best. The stallion wondered how much this filly would freak for a little more rugged of a stallion. Football coach? She wanted a tall, broad shouldered stallion, a warrior, a gruff mechanic, a figure of dirty, raw, beast power. Damn that wife and her high husband grooming standards.

Then came his next hammer blow to the poor little nail of a filly. Bow breathed out into her lips, letting her taste the whiskey, tequila, everything else. He licked her upper lip and held the back of her head in a stout grip, shouting to her without words "I own you". He prodded her mouth with his tongue and slipped inside, growling softly, deafening to little mares like her, she was squirming in place, pulling on his jaw with her fingers. He guessed her knuckles were white. The colt sucked his tongue back and caught hers invading his mouth. He gave her a gentle bite, she retreated, then came back with fervor. He allowed her to play with his tongue, opening wide, wrestling and moaning softly with her. One hand of hers stroked his shirt, the other on his adam's apple. He pulled her in by her hip, their bodies joined waist up. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and sat tall, making him arch his back. Bow took her and pulled her in, leaning back further, making her tits lay on his lower chest. Quickly he jammed his tongue deep into her mouth again, making her squeak and melt.

He sucked her lower lip hard for a second, then let her go, eyes fluttering and chest heaving as she sucked air. "Oh my god," she sighed, pulling her top over her D cups, smiling wide.

He took both in his calloused hands and smirked. "I ain't no clumsy little buck, hun," he said softly, treating her breasts in a quite different fashion. His thick forearms flexed under his shirt as he kneaded her pillows, making her moan, knees spreading wider like a gymnast, drawing his hips to her sex. She was sopping, even through her short green shorts. 

"I married a stallion!" she groaned, panting and smiling as she was firmly massaged. "I wonder if that little freshman colt is jealous, a winner playing with his trophy wife," she giggled, winking to the colt. Bow glanced to his left and saw he was sitting his bare ass on the sofa, cock out, stiff and open to all.

He'd seen more than his share in his service days, showering and pranking alike. But he didn't appreciate it, either way. But, he did agree to a four way with another colt, so, it was hardly fair to assume he wouldn't see it at some point. Hell, he thought, he probably wants to play handsy or something. Celestia, he groaned internally, why did he agree to this?

"I want my husband's fat coooock," Jumper sang in her tiny little angel voice. Oh yeah, teen pussy, he recalled. He made a tiny shrug to the self he was debating with. What's another dick in the room to two extremely sexy mares, throwing their legs open?

"Then get it, Jumper." He spoke with annoyance, she seemed to like being made to obey so far. In reality, he was screaming inside like he did when he first saw Windy's tits.

The door behind him opened as Jumper was getting to her knees. That colt crying out in his head fainted. The mare before him, in her silky soft blue coat, was positively spilling out of her tiny cheerleading top. The garment was stretched from her collar to her bust. No bra, no room for one, her breasts were so full that they were peeking out from under the wool top. "Coach Hothoof?" she said, her surprise so poorly fabricated it made his slack jaw curl in a grin. "What are you doing in the girl's locker room?" she said, giggling. She sauntered over, her skirt hiked up so high her panties were showing underneath, lips distinct in a cameltoe, looking soft and fluffy. He clenched a fist at his side, thinking of touching her perfect little pussy. "I thought it was just gonna be you and me, Feather," she said, sounding worried. The acting was straight out of a cheap porno.

"Me, too, Windy," the colt said, his voice not so dreamboat anymore. Clearly Windy was having quite the effect on him, too. 

A hand cupping his wet cockhead drew the coach’s attention back forward. He gripped the filly's mane and looked over to Windy, knees together, making a delicious thigh gap. Oh, she was going to get so fucked! Bow was panting through clenched teeth like a starving wolf. "Mister Hothoof, and missus Hothoof?" she said, her voice light like a butterfly. "What are you two doing? And why are you on your knees, ma'am?"

As Celestia as my witness, Bow thought, you're gonna have to CRAWL tomorrow!

"I was just going to congratulate my handsome stallion on his playoff win, little Windy. Looks like you were about to do the same with little Featherstep, there, huh?" she laughed, undoing the stallion's belt. "Don't worry, you two. I can keep a secret." She laughed in her adorable little airy voice. "Think you can learn a thing or two, cheerleader. I bet you practice with your coltfriend all the time." She shook her head left and right, pulling her mane back. "Watch and learn, slut."

Oh, you're getting fucked, too! Bow said to the mare with his thoughts. One hand on her head, the other at his side so the duo could get a great view. "Oh, shit yes," Windy grumbled, he didn't know if it was meant to be in character or if she had a lapse from how horny she was. Either way, Feather was rolling his eyes back as the older mare took his hard cock in her mouth.

Bow smirked as his own was finally freed. "Holy shit!" Jumper squeaked, reeling back as he snapped to attention, flinging a rope of precum across her muzzle like a wet paintbrush. Her wide eyes told she hadn't had a stallion so large before.

"Yeah. You try pleasing him every day," Windy grumbled, drooling onto the colt, then laughing and going back to slurping with skill. The young stallion had his tongue waggling out of his smiling mouth.

Jumper gulped and sat up, resting that turgid, lurching horsecock on her pillowy lips. She opened wide and hummed, vibrating his pent up cockhead. She moaned hard as she sucked his tip, drawing a bead of precum from him onto her tongue. She sighed and opened wide, taking an inch or two. Jumper groaned, wincing as she rolled her tongue over his skin, the soft, wet sensation getting the stallion to flare. He breathed hard through his mouth. "Easy, the first one's pretty quick, when I'm backed up."

Windy laughed. "Coach is a one pump chump," she said. "My Feather can go all night, right?" she asked, stroking his slimy cock.

Featherstep laughed and stroked her short mane. "Ah, not at this rate, baby, I'm getting close. You're, ah, you're the biggest slut in the school and it shows."

"Ah! What did you say?" she said, slapping his cheek softly. "Well, it's true, I guess. I bet you want my pussy, don't you?" she said, drawing his nearer hand to her panties. "Come on, fingerfuck me as I suck your big cock." She climbed onto the couch, getting nice and close for him.

"Biggest slut in school," Bow repeated, watching the show as Jumper coughed and caught her breath. "Come on, Jumper. You're letting a little cheerleader bitch outshine you. Makes a stallion want some younger pussy."

"Ah!" the filly scoffed. "I better show my stuff," she said. The mare held her breath and opened wide. In one move, she slowly sank his long cock down her throat, her neck bulging til she coughed hard. She got about half, far above what Windy could do for years.

Bow exhaled and let his head fall back. It was amazing what this night had turned into. He smiled and looked down again, sighing out, stroking her face. She was gargling, struggling, shaking, pink glowing on her red cheeks. He clenched her mane like a handle, pulling her in, punishing her for even thinking of coming off for air. She coughed, spitting up sprays of spit all over his thighs. "Too much?" he asked, her hands pushing desperately on his muscular thighs. "I bet that young little cheerleader could take the whole fucking thing. Wanna use your pussy instead, hun?"

He let go. Jumper slipped slowly off his cock, controlling herself. The second his flared head was free of her lovely wet throat, the filly sat back and coughed hard. She hacked and whimpered, her dark purple mascara running. Never swallowing, she shook as she got a breath, ragged already. Windy had an easier time with Featherstep and his thinner dick, obviously. 

She paused to watch the show, however, smiling wide. "Wow, missus Hothoof, you're really dedicated to your stallion!" Windy giggled.  "Here, Feather," she said, moving up. He let go of her cunt, the one Bow realized he hadn't been watching get finger blasted, as she laid her nice tits in his lap. She tucked his slimy cock between those pillows, under her tiny cheerleading top, squishing her milf tits around his hard, young dick. "Fuck my boobs, baby," she said, spitting on her cleavage, dropping her shoulders til his dickhead was in her fluffy coat under her collarbone.

Bow was snapped from his distraction to his new wife, Jumper, hopping up to her hooves, face dripping wet still. "Come on, coach," she said, climbing  onto the raised fuck platform. "Let's show these young bucks how to fuck. Don't you DARE go easy on me! Even if I beg!" She was hoarse in the throat. "But, um, the safeword is 'hoofball', 'kay Bow?" she asked in a tiny, shy little tone, drawing her shoulders, elbows, knees, hooves, and hands in, swallowing hard.

"Hoofball it is," he whispered, winking, stroking her thigh gently. "Now slip those fucking shorts off, I need to fuck you raw. Now!" He pushed her knees wide, overpowering her fit legs with his dad strength easily. She drew in close and popped the button off her shorts. He smirked as it bounced off the base of his cock and fell to the side. One wardrobe malfunction didn’t even slow them. The stallion took her hips and lifted them as she pulled her pants down past her round ass. Celestia praise mares with amazing butts! The stallion yanked her shorts down, pulling her heels off and getting between her hot thighs again. The stallion cupped her juicy, soaking wet panties, right at the groin. "So fucking perfect," he groaned, rubbing her firmly, drawing out a cry of bliss.

"Yes," Windy groaned, watching from the side. Feather was flaring and shivering, obviously trying to last.

Bow turned back to the slut and pulled her panties to the side. She started to slip them off, but was stopped, wincing, eyes fluttering and rolling back. One thick finger had made its way deep into her pussy, curling to compress her perfect little g-spot. Bow attacked her there, feeling the different texture, ribbed sort of, his other hand pulling her leg into his side. He laid his leaking cock on her flat stomach, just shy of showing a six pack, leaking all over her. Jumper smiled up and shuddered as he got two fingers deep inside. "Fuck, getting me ready for your dick?" she said, biting her lip and moving her thumb over his oozing cum-hole. He pushed his hips to hers. His balls rested against the back of his pumping fingers, his cock reached nearly to her ribs. “Fuck,” she whimpered.

“Know what you’re getting now, hun? Come on, I know you love it in your little pussy. How do you think we made our beautiful daughter?” he laughed, grinding as Windy looked over with a look of shock. She mouthed something, but was forced to look forward as a hot wash of cum sprayed with force over her face. Featherstep’s ropes were hard, thick, his load heavy and sticky. Windy looked up with her eyelashes supporting his seed, dripping off quite messily. Her bangs were glued down, her tits were splattered, a drop even flew wide and got to stain her skirt, more than it already was, at least. Bow felt a faint pang of hatred for that stallion. How dare he! That was HIS skirt to soil!

The mother looked up with blazing magenta eyes, moaning hard as she milked out every last drop. She giggled and licked the tip, sucking up all the sperm from his glazed, stiff horsecock. “Oh, Feather, you came so fucking much!” she laughed, shivering as she winked hard under her panties. She closed her eyes and put his dick in her mouth again to suck hard enough to cave her cheeks in.

“I think she’s cumming,” Jumper gasped, looking at the mare with her head upside down off the raised ottoman. Bow had never taken his eyes off her soaked face. She slowly lifted her face off, tongue out, breath stopped. Suddenly, her teeth clenched in the air, she looked down, her knees spread wide and sent her pussy into the couch, that wet dick sliding up her cheek. She squeaked cutely and appeared to wet herself. She was squirting, but her panties directed it all down her thighs, over the leather couch, and down her shins to stain her hooves and the floor.

“Wow, Windy came hands free from a facial,” Bow laughed. “What a typical high school cumslut.” He growled at her, his long cock flaring hard and spewing a tiny rope of precum, making Jumper jump. He lifted his throbbing, wet cock and let it slap her tummy with a wet thump. “Remember those days, dear?” he asked, drawing his idle hand free, rubbing the skin behind the oozing tip with pussy. He took a long sniff of his wet fingers and sighed out, watching Windy lay back and cuddle with Feather, who both took to watching the stud.

The show was only beginning.

Bow wiped his fingers on her muzzle, making her giggle as she was made to smell her pussy for the next long while. He drew his hips back, needing to take a half step to do so, and lined his flare with her little petite body. She was small, and he was particularly big, his balls disproportionately so, hanging nice and low. As his veins pounded, showing immense power, Bow began his thrust. The flare seemed set on never entering. Her little plump pussy lips just pushed back, making him glide over her and wetly slap his balls to her slightly gaping teen cunt. She arched her back and kicked her shortish legs out, stroking her wet thighs.

Bow wasn’t discouraged. He held her neck in one strong hand, aimed his hard dick by the base with his other, and just kept trying. His force got more and more brutal, carnal, even, wincing at the pain of jamming his cock into a wall. Not even spewing precum in a bursting trickle helped. He gave up and just got the rim of the head in, and jammed hard. He popped out and over her, low, tickling her asshole with his ring like a speedbump to a speeding car. He drew back as she whimpered, in pain, sure, but coherent to look up and pant for him. He smiled down and tried yet again.

“Coach is so fucking big,” Windy said, biting her lip, stroking Feather, who trembled.

Bow prodded and popped over, prodded and slipped, over and over, over and over and over, til he took his time with one last charge. “Hun, you’re tight as a virgin, did you get some work done?” he asked, holding her neck tight, careful of his digits. He throttled her juggulars, not her windpipe. The slowdown of blood would put her closer to the edge of consciousness, heightening sensations. A neat trick he read up on in one of Windy’s kinky stories she liked to write, and she learned from a raunchy bit of smut. Bow was surprised to see Jumper trembling and struck dumb with pleasure, unable to respond. He relaxed his hand and let her brain get its oxygen.

The slut grabbed his hand and made him squeeze again, wordlessly demanding more.

As he obliged, the frustrated father pushed her legs up and got above her hips more. He jammed his dick hard, lined up perfectly somehow, as he popped in past the flare.

She wasn’t just tight, she was a vice on him. Bow winced from the pressure, like a boa constrictor on him. The mare wailed and kicked her hooves, trembling as she squirted, his head abusing her g-spot. Bow let her cum and cum, grunting as he tried to push inside deeper. 

The pussy of a teen and a milf are different, not better or worse, but they have inherent differences. Bow knew Windy would survive and accommodate him forever. But Jumper might just be a one and done. He was big, not too huge, but plenty large. Bow dove his hips into that lovely velvet vice grip, his wet balls slapping as he had to stop halfway. This bitch wasn’t just tight, her pussy was shallower than Windy’s. The busty little slut was showing she was stuffed as he drew back. Her lower tummy sank into itself as he took his tip to her entrance, then rose back up as he drove inside. He put a hand there and resumed his shallow labor of love, throwing his hips gently, controlling the whore by her little neck. Windy hopped to her hooves and bent over, kissing her on her thick lips. The mother mopped cum from her own muzzle and stuck it on her tongue, then fed it like a mother bird to the teen. Bow let go of her neck and Widny took it a second later. The stud grabbed her big, soft tits, then her hips to keep the table stable. He pushed on her knees, making her legs spread wider, wider, her flexibility showing, all while his balls barely kissed her ass. He drove harder, wincing as his balls stopped pecking her butt and started to climb close to his body.

“Little cheerleader, wanna help clean Jumper up? She’s a bit, ah, messy!” he sighed out, grunting a shout out as he took both hips in his calloused hands. The father jammed the teen hard onto his massive flare, shaking as he finally came.

His cockhead was equal parts firearm and firehose. The wide streams washed her womb with his cum, still thick and boiling hot, yet his ropes still had the impact of a high caliber bullet. He grunted with every surging pump, his underbarrel flexing powerfully hard, unrelenting in its filling. He shook, eyes crossing, nostrils flaring, as Windy gasped. His ropes numbered ten, twelve, thirteen, fifteen, more, he lost count, but they were all thick, and they were all forceful.

The coach was spent. He bent over to watch Jumper sit up with glee, cum on her lips. Windy licked her cheek and stroked her slightly bruised neck. “You feel it?” Bow heard Windy moan. She might have been breaking character, and that might have just been hotter. He didn’t know, it was hard to think with his spent cock halfway buried in a girl half his age. She kept whispering as Bow stood tall, head swimming, out of breath after the short romp. Windy did more work than he appreciated.

The stud swallowed hard and stepped back, breathing deep. He pulled his hips back and withdrew his glazed cock, still rock hard, despite the ache. Windy got a look and grinned like a kitten. She slunk down from Jumper’s adorable pink face and got to her knees between those teenage thighs. Bow stood tall and gave his wife, the lead cheerleader and Feather’s main squeeze tonight, full access to the cum depository. He thought his first load was sufficiently massive, and he felt a pang of nervous guilt at dumping it in the, likely, only fertile mare in the room. Little miss cheerleader eagerly kissed and sucked Jumper’s raw, puffy pony pussy lips. The poor mare winced and breathed deep and hard, her huge chest heaving. Bow laid his milky dick over his wife’s cranium and stroked one of Jumper’s thighs. “Windy’s a great cheerleader. She’s so full of pep, or will be soon, just like you, hun,” he said, stroking that short orange mane. He took a fistful and pushed the blue mare’s face hard into that gaping, young pussy. “Come on, eat my wife’s creampie. Don’t you wish your pussy was so full? Clean her up, I want another turn with her after I fuck you raw.”

He let go and walked behind the kneeling mare and plucked her up by her hips as easy as a bowling ball. He hoisted her up and planted his face between her thighs, her knees hanging over his shoulders, facing away from him. Windy shrieked and laughed as she was lifted high, her cheek pressing into that milky pussy, her face one point to support her once lithe frame. She was still quite nubile, but not as much as the twig of a daughter they made eighteen years ago. 

Bow pursed his lips and kissed her winking clitoris. He took it in his lips repeatedly, sucking hard and letting go, making his wife, the cheerleader slut, moan out. He nipped and used his big tongue to great effect on her juicy, delicious mare pussy. He couldn’t get enough, breathing hard, huffing her scent, devouring her delicate little pussy like a bulldog eating oatmeal.

He only stopped when his jaw got too sore to continue. He dropped her like he did the bar at the gym while he was doing deadlifts, huge heavy plates on either side. She was a branch with two marshmallows compared to what he lifted for reps. The burly stallion held her at waist height with ease, his biceps bulging, so grateful to his past self for doing a quick arm workout to swell his pretty boy muscles prior to coming here. “Ready, cheerleader? I’ve got a real cock for ya.”

Windy gasped and stroked his huge arms, then wrapped her hands behind his neck. "Are you sure your wife won't mind, Mister Hothoof? “ she asked, flapping her long eyelashes, her pouting lips covered in slimy cum. She was a doll in his holding arms.

He smirked. “Hun," he called out. “If you don't want me to power fuck the cheerleader, sit up and say something." Naturally, there was no response. Featherstep was up and moving, but Bow was busy. He lined up his glazed cock with her tender little sopping wet pussy.

Windy pulled herself up and kissed him deep. He wanted to flinch from the mess on her face, but his wife was just too pretty. He kissed her. He kissed her deep, groaning as she held his face and sucked his lips, doing his best to ignore the sperm. This was a new top to the gayest thing he’d done. The stallion hoisted her up and laid her sexy little pussy on his rigid cockhead, and slowly she sank upon it. The kiss broke as Windy dealt with the third leg forcing it's way inside her tiny little pussy. He let her adjust, take her time, she always needed a second the first fuck of the day, though they had had a romp many hours earlier. 

“Too much, little miss cheerleader? I hear rumors you've fucked half the hoofball team. Guess you haven't had a real stallion.” A feminine whimper could be heard behind her. He smirked and hugged her body close, breasts on his pectorals. He breathed out over her ear and gave her ass a hard groping. He looked down over her strong, sexy back to see Featherstep getting his long dick stroked by Jumper. He was hard again, and broke the kiss between the two teens. He stood tall and got his cock nice and wet in the slut’s eager mouth. Bow gently humped, sinking to the ring and getting a cute squeak from the cheerleader. He laughed and spread her cheeks, then pulled her short tail up and repeated. He glanced up at Feather, stroking his long, thinner cock, still nothing to be ashamed about. He was blushing deep, his cool demeanor certainly a lot less cocky now. Bow chalked it up as a win, and decided he’d be a little more fun.

“Want a cock in your ass, too, cheerleader?” he growled in her ear, making the mare giggle like a filly.

“Ah, yes!” she whined, biting his neck playfully. She got a hard thrust as a reward, making the petite mare gasp. He reached down and prodded her little ring with a fingertip. She had next to no experience down there, she whined that he was too thick every few years on his birthday when she she got drunk enough to forget she couldn’t do it. He wondered if Featherstep would be too big, too.

Feather hotdogged those squat-perfected buns, stroking her flanks as Bow held her. “You want this dick, don’t you, Windy?” he said, smirking, putting on the boss hoss routine. He could use some work, but hey, practice made perfect. Bow gave him an approving upward nod, and he poked his tip to her tailhole.

“Ah!” she sighed, clutching the coach tighter. “Finger first, Feather,” she begged. 

He obliged. Bow couldn’t see, but he guessed that Jumper’s spit was making it’s way up her backdoor by the way Windy’s eyes crossed and her big wings flapped. Dash definitely inherited her mother’s wingspan, they were huge on her and Windy alike.

“Fuck,” Feather laughed, licking her cheek, his face on the opposite side as Bow’s. He added his own smooch, then the boys began to really attack her. Kissing and licking and nibbling on her face, Windy was all smiles, turning left and right to make out with the stallions. Bow was grinding around inside, his veiny cock stirring against her g-spot, his ring pushing her lips wider and wider til she finally took it. He had to push her hips down to do it. She froze up a few seconds later, and Bow realized she was taking a cock in her sexy ass.

“That’s it, little girl,” he growled in her ear, rolling his hips, Feather using the motions to fuck her ass. He thought he could feel something through his wife’s tight, hot, soft body, but he wasn’t sure. What he was sure of was that this was the best sex he’d ever had, and that was saying something being married to this nymph. 

“T-Two dicks,” she laughed, shuddering, burying her face in her husband’s neck. She moaned deep. “Ah, it feels fucking amazing!” she cried.

“Okay, sugar plum?” he whispered, getting a little “yes” nuzzle in his neck. He stroked her short, silky mane. “You gotta grow it out long for me sometime,” he whispered, then broke the little slice of intimacy by pulling on her mane, making her gasp again. 

The stallions squared their stance and began to use some force. Bow’s ring popped in and out, and Feather’s hips clapped against her ass. A brief spasm of fear shot up his spine as he pictured their ball sacks swinging together, but he shook his head and got over it. He had done eight years as a guard, he could fuck his wife with another colt. He smirked and sucked air, throwing his weight into the thrusts, making those juicy tits jiggle. He felt something wet on his sack, and a glance down showed Jumper dutifully licking and sucking his balls. He stroked her mane, saying “good wife”.

“Take her neck in your hand, kid, she goes fucking nuts for that, I’ve got the weight.” Feather lifted a shaking hand and held her neck like he would a pencil lead. “Feather, if you don’t choke this fucking cheerleader like she deserves, you’re hitting the sleds for an hour!” he bellowed. The teen tightened his grip, out of fear or something else. Bow rocketed his hips into her now, making the colt take a stutter step back. “And fuck her ass like she deserves, too! Come on, you wanna be first string QB or what?!” He laughed and stuck a thumb into Windy’s pouty lips. “Love you, hun,” he breathed into her face. He gave the blue mare a peck on the forehead, then really began to fuck.

Bow was feeling it. His chest burned, his thighs and abs ached, his arms were on fire, and his cock felt so amazing. Windy was whimpering and shaking, then she suddenly squirted on his fat cock. “Good girl!” he shouted, taking a hand from her lovely fat ass to slap and rub her clitoris. The stallion took her weight again and went back to sawing his hips in and out. “Ah, two cocks is perfect for you, isn’t it, little girl? Come on, tell me you like it!” He was snarling, large and in charge.

Windy Whistles was breathing shallow, rapid breaths. She looked down, her neck constricted by the young, strong boyfriend she loved so much. She was holding onto Bow’s arms until he abused her clitoris, so she took hold of Feather’s head, fingers tying into his soft mane. “Yes!” she squeaked, her voice hoarse. She gulped, feeling some pain from the deepthroat and now strangulation. The throttling of blood to her brain heightened her sensations. Cock felt better, breath smelled sweeter, her ass even hurt sharper, but it was so fucking good! She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, but thankfully, Bow felt like he was flaring. His motions got deeper and faster, he couldn’t pull out much more. He got balls deep, something she would regret tomorrow morning, but now demanded with her hooves shaking in the air. “So good!”

Jumper below was getting a priceless view. She cupped her little virgin asshole, biting her lip at how much the cheerleader was stretched. “Oh my fucking god,” she sighed, sitting up to feel two heavy sacks slap her face. She shuddered and laughed out, living out some unrealized slut fantasy.

“FUCK!” Bow bellowed suddenly. That pressure built ten times faster than last time. It was all the warning he could give. His cock bottomed out, swelling those washboard abs of hers as he injected his second powerful load. His aching balls felt relief a second time, a second time filling a sexy mare. He pushed his slutty wife down onto him, smiling wide, shuddering, his sore abs clenching tight. He couldn’t even count the ropes this time. They felt just as fat and hot, though.

Bow gave Featherstep the weight and pulled Jumper’s face close to the milky disaster. He pulled out fast, his flared cock scooping out too much cum. The vacuum yanked out gobs to fall and splat on her unfortunate face. “GAH!” Jumper cried to the tune of wet glops onto her cute face. She flinched, but Bow was keeping her close.

“Don’t dodge your gift, sugar plum,” he said, glancing to his wife to see her reaction. She smirked as Feather held her tight from behind.She was lowered shakily by the young stallion and bent over the couch nearby. Kid didn’t have any of that quarterback strength, Bow felt at ease. Feather climbed high and sawed his hips fast to fill her asshole with more cock. It looked so long, Bow couldn’t help but grin in approval. Jumper kept close, her cranium a ball rest as she buried her muzzle in that pussy. “Good girl, Daddy’s gonna be right back.” He used Jumper’s long, silky tail as a cumrag to clean his cock, then retired for a quick trip to the restroom.

Windy winced. She wasn’t a virgin to anal, but she might as well have been.  She grit her teeth and cupped the young colt’s jaw. “Ah, you like my asshole, do you?” she asked, giggling, squeaking and tensing up. Her little muscular ring hugged him tight through every long thrust.  Jumper’s lips were amazing as she kissed and sucked at her gaping pussy. “Ah, Coach’s cock is so fucking huge,” she laughed, embracing the leather couch.

Feather stopped for a second, his wings out, his chest heaving as he sucked breath. He sat back, winded, for Windy to sit on his lap. She kissed him deep and took his dick in her hand. It was nearly dry. She fixed that by sitting her juicy, cummy pussy right on it. “Mmmm, can you feel all his seed, baby? Ah, Feather, your cock is covered in his cum!”

That got him blushing and shivering. “Mm, you like him, don’t you? I know you bat for both teams, hun, it’s okay. Why don’t you tell me what you like about the big, strong stallion?” she asked, sloooowly sinking her hot, sore pussy on that amazing teen dick. This cock wasn’t nearly as thick, but he sure as hell wasn’t small. She giggled as he displaced gobs of sperm, that potion got Bow’s loads so thick and big.

Feather was forming words with wavering lips, his eyes wide, his face crimson. She laughed and kissed his forehead, then began to bounce fast, using her strong wings to make her body rapidly pump him. “G-gonna cum,” he whispered, hands on her wide hip. 

“Missus Hothoof, you wanna get a mouthful of my bf’s cum?” Jumper said, leaning forward to show off her pussy lips stretched by his nice dick.

The little teen squeaked as a wet, heavy slab of meat hit her cheek. Windy gasped as she saw it, nice and plump, half hard, still somewhat glazed. “Coach,” she simply moaned, still bouncing her ass.

“Go on, sugar plum, get in close and get your mouth full. You can show the little cheerleader slut how to swallow cum.” He stroked the back of her head gently, and not so gently shoved her face close to that wet union between the lovers.

Feather got two handfuls of ass and hoisted the mare off his flared horsecock. It plopped out, sending splashes of cream and pussy juice everywhere, to include Jumper’s nearby face. Bow moved her face to the tip, her forehead right in the crux of Windy’s wet ass. The mare closed her eyes and took the tip in her lips. She shrieked, but could not flinch away. She took every rope, every hot, fresh drop of young stud seed.

“Atta wife,” Bow grumbled sweetly, getting close to stroke Windy’s side, looking at her for a moment. The married couple backed off so Jumper could taste the cream with an audience. The three watched her open wide and let go of that twitching, limping member, glazed in so many fluids. The whore showed her work, and Windy even got a finger in to stir it up.

She giggled as she pulled her finger out and tasted it. “Mm, you’ve been eating your pineapple, baby,” she giggled, sitting on his lap and bending over to kiss Jumper. She stood and fed her cream to the blue mare, who savored and spat it right back. 

Bow and Feather were rock hard.

“Ah,” Feather panted, stroking that soft ass in his lap, hips flexing on their own. Jumper spat the cream back for the hundredth time, yelping as Windy quickly gulped. She looked up to Bow with a mouth wide open, empty. 

“One more round, mister Hothoof?”

“I want your pussy, too, babe!” Feather interjected, pulling her back to lay on his chest. Jumper climbed on the couch and cuddled close, pecking Windy on her cheek, holding onto Feather’s hand.

Bow laid his fat cock across Windy’s almost flat stomach, hand on her knee. “She’s only got one pussy, kid,” he said, grinding his cockhead into those wet lips. Windy was breathing raggedly already.

“Boys, I’m a little sore-”

“You backing out?” Bow said flatly, prodding her entrance. “I want some cheerleader pussy, so does your boyfriend. And I don’t think either of us want to wait.”

“BOW!” Windy cried out, cheeks drawn up in an ear to ear smile. “You mean it?! YES YES YES! Oh my god yeeesss!!!!” she was close to tears with joy. “Ah, my stallion reeeealy wants to try that?” she said, thoroughly out of character. “Oh, booger bear, you mean it?”

The teenage girl laughed, making Bow blush. “Hush, Windy, sheesh. You make me feel like a kid when you call me that.”

“How do you think the cheerleader outfit makes me feel?” she fired back, nearly purring with her evil kitten smile.

The husband dipped his rock hard cock into those lovely used lips. “You’re gonna ache bad,” he said, smirking.

She shifted and laid back further, reaching under her ass to grab onto Feather’s throbbing member. “Ask if I fucking care,” she giggled, biting her lip hard.

“W-wait, he’s, ah, you-fuck!” Feather grit his teeth as his cockhead touched the bulging underside of the older stallion’s. Jumper was pale just thinking about it, her knuckles white too as she held onto her boyfriend.

Bow sighed and sawed deep and slow, out to the entrance, down to the cervix, nice and slow, keeping her sopping wet. Windy whimpered cutely and kicked her legs out wide to the side. “Ah, you can do it, boys,” she sighed, groaning in agony. She laid her hips down, pushing that long, wet cock by its tip into her pussy alongside Bow. The tall stallion grumbled uncomfortably. He hated how good this felt. Windy was already perfect, and sharing her was tough enough. But now two in her amazing cunt, this was just weird. But it was her hugest fetish, and he’d gotten used to the feel with dildos double booking her pussy with him. He held onto her tits and closed her eyes, thinking about those kinky times. The same thing, it was just the same thing, exactly the same.

Then he flared. 

“Shit,” Bow groaned, looking at her poor pussy. It was spread so fucking wide! He sighed and bucked in, watching her face contort in pain and joy. The stallions rubbed and pushed against one another, this tight hole now way too snug. Bow dominated the show, but Feather was inching inside.

The wife wailed out, gasping and panting. “Ah, yes!” she squeaked. “I’m gonn-” She bucked her shoulders, her amazing abs clenching up as she let out a tiny squirting orgasm. Jumper hopped up and got some water to rehydrate the slut. Windy drank deep and kissed Jumper deeply, making out as she rode her orgasm out.

The spritz got Bow’s cock, and thus Feather’s, squishing into his underbarrel, nice and slick. It was just the lubrication they needed. Bow and Feather were gliding over one another deep inside, powerful veins and bulging cumpumps squishing and compressing into one another and into Windy’s lovely tunnel. She cried out again and again, happily letting Bow shove his thumb in her mouth. Feather got two fingers in the other side, making her look like some dentist’s fetish. She panted and looked up with love in her eyes to her husband as she twitched and bathed in bliss.

Feather panted in her ear, not even buried halfway, when his flare grew twice in size, making Bow’s cock flare up from the sudden squeeze into the walls. Windy wailed as her cunt was stuffed deep and inflated from the inside.

“Ah, gonna-”

“Cumming!” Feather grunted. Bow’s balls lifted to his body, and just as he felt the wet heat, another stallion’s cum on his cock, officially number one on the gayest things he’d ever felt. That list got a new king as he came from another stallion cumming. He smirked as he grunted hard, dominating the airwaves with his bass. He jammed his hips forward, lifting Windy’s hips up some, and thus Feather. His shout boomed out as he vocalized his orgasm. Bow erupted again and again and again, unleashing his third load. 

At last they had to stop cumming, drained. Bow sloooowly dragged his cock free, making Feather plop out, too. His creamy dickhead fell over the other stallion’s balls, and he quickly stepped back as to not linger there. He contemplated his gay list, he really needed to write things down and sort it out after tonight. 

“Oh my god,” Windy whimpered, her eyes half closed. She rolled over lazily and curled up next to Feather, stroking his chest, her gaping pussy leaking all over the couch, soaking into Jumper’s fur on her thigh.

The teen mare looked up with a blush and a smirk. “Holy fuck,” she whispered, biting her lip. She came forward and licked at Bow’s sensitive, spent, floppy cock. She gladly slurped it all into her mouth and got the cum off, Bow was embarrassed as he didn’t know how much was his. “That was kinky,” she said, mouth full, then gulped down. She showed off her empty mouth and sat back. “Wanna hang out at my place tonight?” she asked, stroking her side.

The stallion looked at his spent cock and back to the young mare. She was so sweet, so quiet, and so curvy. “Ah… gotta ask the missus,” he said, looking to her for approval. She was fast asleep, hand over Feather’s glazed groin, passed out, drunk on cum. “Well…” he paused, thinking. “A drink or two wouldn’t hurt, right?”