Nutting with Family
Oak Nut and his wife, Butternut, waited anxiously in the small kitchen of their farmhouse for their son, Pistachio, to come back inside. He was currently out saying his farewells to the miracle mare who had just graced their residence. Butternut was pacing back and forth as Oak sipped another cup of acorn coffee. They were both eager to find out how their benefactor would react to Pistachio's attempt to return her gift.
The poor boy was clearly smitten with that hat of his -- nearly as much as he seemed to be with the mare who had sent it -- but Oak had raised an honest son, and he was proud of the boy for wanting to do the right thing by giving her the opportunity to correct what had obviously been some sort of postal mix-up. Still, Oak hoped she'd find it within herself to take pity on the poor colt and allow Pistachio to keep that thing. It'd break his son's heart to have to return it.
Plus, he looked so damn cute wearing it. It would be a shame if Pistachio had to give it up before Oak had gotten a chance to rut him while he wore it at least once. A damn shame.
Oak and his wife both turned toward their front door as they heard it slam open. Pistachio pranced excitedly inside, which was a good sign, by Oak's reckoning. He still wore that adorable hat too, which was an even better sign that all had gone well. Seemed like Oak would get to watch that fancy hat bobbing between his legs this evening after all. His cock was starting to harden just picturing it, but he had to be patient. Pistachio obviously had some good tidings that he was eager to share, and Oak was curious what news his son had to tell before he stuffed his dick inside that pretty little mouth.
Taking the next available option, he made eye contact with Butternut and nodded toward his hardening shaft. No words needed exchanging between them, she knew her wifely duties. She submissively crouched down between his legs and took him into her mouth, as he settled into his chair and waited for Pistachio to tell his tale.
"So...?" Oak prodded.
"You won't believe it dad!" Pistachio began. "Not only did she let me keep the hat and call me somepony special, she even invited me to Fashion Week in Manehatten! Fashion Week, dad! And as her personal guest, no less!"
"Well, that sounds wonderful, Pistachio," Oak said, smiling at his son's excitement. Truth be told, he couldn't for the life of him imagine what could be so exciting about spending an entire week looking at a bunch of fancy clothes, but he was happy that Pistachio was happy. "Honey, congratulate the boy."
Butternut pulled her mouth off her husbands cock with a loud slurp and turned to look at her son. With strands of spittle still hanging from her lips, connecting her to Oak's impressive instrument, she smiled warmly at her son. "I'm so proud of you, Pistachio. Look at what being honest and gracious gets you. Never forget that, Pistachio, and you'll be sure to go far in life," she spoke.
"Thanks, mom," Pistachio said, before leaning down and sharing a wet kiss with his mom. He could taste his dad's cock on her tongue as it danced with his. The familiar flavor began to cause a stirring in his loins. He broke the kiss and watched his mom return to her work. Pistachio hoped his dad would be up to fucking him when his mom was done. That would be the perfect way to end what had been an amazing day.
"You know," Oak began, offering his son a sly smile, "that Rarity was a might pretty mare. Think she might have taken a fancy to you, son?"
"Oh, I wish," Pistachio mused wistfully. "But there's no way I've got a chance with her. Do you have any idea how famous she is, dad? A mare like that would never want anything to do with a poor farmer like me."
"Now don't go selling yourself short, boy," his dad lightly scolded him. "Trust me, a mare doesn't invite a handsome, young stud like yourself to spend a whole week with her if she don't have at least some desire to get him under her tail."
"Well... maybe," Pistachio admitted. "But I wouldn't dare try anything with her, anyway," he added hastily. "This invite is the first real chance I've ever had to really break into the fashion world, and I don't want to chance anything by offending her. Besides, well, you know..."
"Ha! I know ya prefer stallions, my boy," Oak laughed jovially. "Never seen a colt so eager to get a cock shoved up their butt as you, but that don't mean you can't have some fun with her should the opportunity arise. Just think how offended she'd be if she did put the moves on you, and you declined."
"Hmm, well, I guess I'll play it by ear," Pistachio conceded. "Speaking of mares, all this talk is getting me pretty worked up. If you're not ready to rut me yet, mind sharing mom for a bit while we talk."
"Go ahead, Pistachio. I'd say you earned some fun with her for taking a chance and doing the right thing by that Rarity," Oak said proudly. "Hon, be a good mother and present yourself to your son," he ordered.
Butternut blushed slightly, but didn't hesitate to strip off her dress, raise her tail, and wiggle her rump invitingly at her son. With Oak losing interest in her over the years as she'd gotten older, usually preferring to use their son to sate his carnal desires, Pistachio was the only stallion who ever got much use of her back there anymore. A part of her found it a little embarrassing to be getting fucked by the colt who she reckoned just yesterday was a little babe suckling at her teats, but the more rational part of her brain knew that was just her being silly. Her son was growing into a fine young stallion, and he had every right to use her as a stallion should.
Pistachio wasted no time mounting up on his mother's back and sliding his cock inside of her. Years of use had left her pussy a little looser than it had once been when she was a young filly, but she could still hug herself around her son tightly enough to provide him satisfaction. Butternut moaned around Oak Nut's cock as her son began to fuck her.
Oak watched a while as his son rutted his wife while she sucked his cock. It was times like this that really made him appreciate the life he had. Working a dying acorn farm was a difficult life, and he had never had many aspirations or dreams of his own beyond just providing for his family day by day. But sitting here in his small kitchen with his wife and son, watching Pistachio taking his first steps toward achieving his grander dreams, and sharing a loving moment like this with family, Oak counted himself as the luckiest stallion in the world.
The older stallion reached over Butternut, grabbed Pistachio's mane with a firm hoof -- taking care to mind that fancy hat of his, of course -- and pulled him into a fatherly kiss. Pistachio submitted to him as Oak's tongue entered his son's mouth, and the two twirled their tongues around each other as they shared Butternut between them. As the two kissed, Oak pushed his wife's face down further on his cock, stuffing her throat with his girth. Oak broke the kiss and sighed deeply in satisfaction as he came, keeping a strong hoof on the back of Butternut's head to make sure she swallowed everything down before trying to come up for air. He eyed his son up hungrily as he finished unloading into Buttercup and allowed her to breathe again, his wife coughing and gagging as she hungrily gulped down precious air.
"Sweet Celestia, that hat looks good on you, boy," Oak complimented Pistachio as his son continued to fuck Butternut. Neither stallion payed much mind to her gasping. "You make sure to wear that when I'm fucking you later. I swear, I'm going to make you scream like a little filly with how hard I'm going to pound that tight ass of yours."
"Just promise not to make a mess of it, okay dad?" Pistachio requested. He loved being his dad's little slut, but he also loved the hat Rarity had gifted him.
"'Course I won't, I know how much that new hat of yours means to you," Oak reassured him, before offering him a seductive smile. "Besides, you've got plenty of other parts for me to make a mess of."
That earned him a cute blush from his son. Butternut moaned again, and Oak saw her body shudder. Pistachio had managed to give his mother an orgasm whilst fucking her. Oak's smile grew. The boy may prefer being beneath a stallion, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to treat a mare right. Oak and Butternut had taught him well over the years. That Rarity would surely be in for a treat if she gave the boy a chance.
"You almost finished there, son?" Oak asked as he continued watching the two fuck.
"Almost," Pistachio moaned in response.
"Good. Pull out of her 'fore you cum," Oak instructed his son. "She's got a celebratory dinner to start making, and I don't want her cunt dripping all over the kitchen and making a mess while she works. Just shoot onto her back and into her fur, and she can take a bath later after we eat."
"Yes, sir," Pistachio replied, speeding the tempo of his thrusts up as he got closer to his peak. Just before he came, he followed his father's instruction and pulled his cock out of the hole that had birthed him. He aimed his cock toward Butternut's back, firing ropes of semen into her fur, painting her back with his seed. When he finished splattering himself all over her, he grabbed her tail and used it to wipe the remainder of his and her juices off his cock.
"Wow, that was great. Thanks mom," Pistachio spoke gratefully as he took a seat across from his father and recovered from his orgasm.
"Of course, sweetie," Butternut replied, having caught her breath and doing her best to ignore the feeling of jizz in her fur. "You know I'm always here for you whenever you need me." She smiled warmly at her son. "Now, what does my fashionable stud of a son want for his Hearth's Warming eve dinner?" she asked. "And remember, this holiday is an especially special one, so don't hold back."
"Oh! Can you make some of you acorn spätzle? We haven't had that in ages," Pistachio answered excitedly.
"Of course dear," Butternut said as she nuzzled against him. She turned away and set to work, still covered in her son's rapidly cooling semen.
"So," Oak started, drawing Pistachio's attention back to him, "what happens now? You've got an invite to this Fashion Week, but beyond spending a week looking at fancy clothes and maybe enjoying a fine piece of tail, what are your plans?"
"Well, I'm not entirely sure," Pistachio admitted. "I guess I'm hoping that Rarity can introduce me to some other designers and artists, maybe she can even help me get an apprenticeship with somepony. If nothing else, being the personal guest of the Rarity ought to at least get me some notice. Honestly, I'm still a little overwhelmed by the whole prospect. It all seems so surreal."
"Well, I'm not going to lie to you, even I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around the chain of events that led to all this for you, son," Oak confessed. "I don't think there's any way to describe all that's happened today other than being a Hearth's Warming miracle, but just bear in mind that that doesn't mean you can just sit back on your haunches and hope everything works out from here. By some miracle, or stroke of luck, or sheer happenstance, you've been given a once-in-a-lifetime chance to pursue your dream. Now, it's up to you to seize the moment and make the most of it, you understand?"
"Sure, dad," Pistachio nodded. "But, I mean, are you sure about all this? I mean, if I'm off in Manehatten or wherever getting a job, then who's going to help you around the farm?"
Oak let out a long sigh, then stood up and trotted over to the window overlooking his farm. The winter frost had left his trees bereft of any foliage, making his little orchard look even more depressing and destitute than usual.
"You're a clever enough colt to know there ain't no future in this farm, Pistachio. Truth is, we're barely hanging on and only one bad season away from losing it entirely. I'm sure as hay not going to deny you a chance at a brighter future just to keep you saddled here on a dying farm. Don't you worry about your mother and me, we managed this farm before you came along and we can manage it on our own while you're off becoming a famous fashion designer. You just make sure to remember your little ol' ma and pa when you've made it big, okay?" Oak was fighting off the tears welling in his eyes as he made his speech to his son. He was proud of Pistachio, and certain that he'd achieve everything he set out to do, but it was still hard facing the prospect of sending his beloved son off to the big city alone to chase his dream.
"I won't dad, I promise," Pistachio assured his father, getting equally teary eyed. "After everything you and mom have done to support me, how could I ever forget the two of you? I swear to Celestia herself, even if I someday become the biggest, richest designer in Equestria, I'll still make time to visit the two of you. As a matter of fact, I'll even buy the two of you a nice home far away from this orchard, where you can live without having to ever worry about early frosts or failed harvests ever again!"
"That sounds lovely, Pistachio," Oak Nut said gratefully as he pulled his son in for a hug. Oak's hoof began to stroke gently through Pistachio's mane and down his back, petting the colt as the two embraced. "Just remember, there'll always be a place for you here if you ever need to return home."
"Thanks dad," Pistachio replied to his father as he nuzzled his head into Oak's chest fur.
The two stallions remained like that for a time, locked in a tender embrace simply sharing the moment as father and son. Eventually though, Pistachio found himself desiring more from his father. He signaled this by starting to plant soft kisses against his dad's chest, dragging his tongue across his fur as he peppered his father with love.
Oak took the hint and released Pistachio from his grasp. Pistachio and Oak locked eyes, sharing a look of love and mutual respect, before Oak sat back on his haunches and Pistachio bent down and began worshiping his father's dick. Unlike his mother, who tended to swallow Oak immediately when blowing him, Pistachio always preferred to take his time teasing him and savoring the taste of his father's cock. His tongue danced and twirled around Oak's shaft, enjoying the flavor of stallion with long laps up and down the stallionhood he loved.
Oak's head lolled back as his son worshiped him. Eventually, Pistachio stopped his teasing and took the tip of his cock into his mouth. The younger stallion began to bob his head up and down his father's rod, fucking the older stallion with his mouth. Oak smiled as he watched his son work. He'd been right, that hat looked fantastic bouncing up and down as its wearer sucked him off.
"Fuck, Pistachio, you're better at this than any mare I've ever had," Oak moaned.
Pistachio only smiled, beaming with pride at his dad's praise as he picked up his pace. He was deep-throating the whole length now, bouncing his face up and down as his dad throat-fucked him. Pistachio's hooves began to tend to his own dick, jerking himself off as he pleasured his father. Wet slurping sounds filled up the whole room, mixed with the moans of the two stallions.
From the kitchen, Butternut did her best to ignore the lewd noises as she worked to prepare the night's meal. She'd very much like to be joining in their fun, crouched down on the floor beside her son as they traded off on sucking Oak's cock, then bending over and letting them both rut her as much as they liked. But there was work to be done, food to prepare, and no time for such fantasies. Oak hadn't used her for much than an occasional blowjob in years, ever since she'd started going grey and Pistachio had begun to blossom into such a cute little colt. Meanwhile, her son certainly enjoyed the occasional rut with her, but only when Oak was too tired or too busy to tend to his needs. Most nights, she was left sleeping alone downstairs on the couch as she listened to the pair making love in the loft above. Ah well, it wasn't a mare's place to complain. She had a roof over her head, a husband to provide for her, and was raising a fine, young stallion. What more could a mother ever ask for?
Oak grunted as he shot off his second load of the day, firing off into his son's mouth. Pistachio gulped down the first spurts of cum, before pulling off Oak's cock and aiming it at his face and chest. Oak could only laugh as he watched his son painting himself with his spunk, being careful to not get any on his new hat even as he sprayed it everywhere else he could reach. Pistachio had always liked being covered in cum; a bit of an odd kink, but one his father never got tired of indulging.
When Oak finished cumming, he looked down at his mess of a son. Cum was dripping down his entire body, long streaks of it crossing his mane. The poor boy couldn't even open one of his eyes due to a great big glob of semen currently oozing slowly down his eyelid. A bright, satisfied smile was plastered across Pistachio's face, thrilled to have been made such a mess of. To Oak's relief, not a drop had splashed onto Pistachio's new hat. He'd have felt awful if he'd gotten any on that. How did one wash fabric like that, anyhow? Oh well, Pistachio probably had some idea on how to care for that sort of stuff. Regardless, cleaning and such was Buttercup's worry, not his.
"Thank's for the cum bath, dad," Pistachio gratefully thanked him. "Think you've got energy left to fuck me before dinner?"
"Energy's not a problem, boy, but time might be. Let me check with your mom 'fore we start," Oak stated, before calling out to his wife. "Hey Butternut! How much time before dinner?" he shouted into the kitchen.
"Oh, probably another twenty or thirty minutes, still. Plenty of time for you to give Pistachio the rutting he's earned for being such a fine, upstanding stallion today," she answered back.
"Perfect. Alright, you heard your mother, Pistachio. Go on and get positioned," Oak Nut instructed.
Pistachio happily stood up and turned around, thrilled to be getting ridden before dinner. Usually he had to wait until Oak and he were going to bed before getting fucked, and even then it wasn't always a sure thing. He'd been sharing a bed with his father for a couple years now, having more or less permanently replaced Butternut as Oak's bed partner. But just because he was sleeping with a stallion every night didn't mean he was getting ridden by a stallion ever night. An unfortunate fact of living and working on a farm was that some days he or his dad simply didn't have the energy for a full-on rutting. On those nights, they'd just settle for some oral fun and then fall asleep cuddled in each other's hooves. But they both had plenty of energy today, and Pistachio was looking forward to getting plowed long into the night. A quickie before dinner was just an appetizer to tonight's main course.
Leaning down so his face was against the floor and reaching his forehooves behind him, Pistachio raised his rump up in the air, swished his tail to the side, spread his cheeks apart, and wagged his puckered anus straight in his father's face. Oak wasted no time in pushing his face between his son's cheeks and kissing that tight little hole. Spearing his tongue deep inside his son, Oak enjoyed the taste of Pistachio's insides as his hooves stroked along the young stallion's cock. Pistachio moaned as his father rimmed him, loving the feel of the older stallion's tongue wriggling around him. It didn't last long though, both stallions eager to move onto the next part.
Oak pulled his face away from his son's ass, giving his cheeks a swift and loving smack just to hear his son's adorable yelp of shock. Smiling, he mounted his son in one smooth and well-practiced motion. Resting his weight upon Pistachio's back, he lined up his cock and began to push inside.
A hiss of air escaped Pistachio as his asshole stretched to accommodate his father's impressive girth. Despite having taken Oak's cock innumerable times, his dad never failed to provide a delightful ache in the small stallion's ass when he entered him. Oak wasted no time letting his son get accommodated to having Oak inside of him, having trained the colt to like it rough and fast like a proper mount should. He began to savagely pound Pistachio's anus, thrusting in and out with all the force the old farmer could muster. As he fucked his son, the younger stallion had to plant his hooves firmly on the floor to prevent himself from being dragged across it from the intensity of his father's rutting.
"Oh, gods above, yes!" Pistachio cried out. "Fuck me harder dad! Fuck me like the little slut I am!"
Oak grunted as his heavy balls slapped against his son's own sack. He loved when Pistachio talked dirty whilst getting ridden. It was yet another reason he preferred fucking him over his wife. Butternut was always so quiet in bed, simply taking whatever Oak Nut did to her with hardly a sound. Pistachio was so much louder and more emotive, not to mention tighter, and just made for a more enjoyable rut.
"Pound me daddy! Fuck your little colt raw! Sweet acorns, I'm cumming dad!" Pistachio wailed, his cries of pleasure growing louder as he splattered his cum all over the floor of their living room. Oak would make have to remind Butternut to lick that mess up before she went to bed tonight. He couldn't have it staining the wood, after all.
Oak was still a ways off yet, having already cum twice in the past hour. He knew he didn't have much time left before dinner though, so he decided to switch up their positions in order to speed up his climax. He withdrew from Pistachio and ordered his son to lie down on the couch. Climbing on top of the colt, face to face with his son, he positioned himself between Pistachio's hind legs and reentered him. He was able to thrust even deeper inside of his son like this, the boy's tight walls milking his cock, practically begging for his cum.
Two mouths met in a savage kiss as Oak's tongue assaulted the interior of Pistachio's mouth. Oak's thrusting grew even rougher as he felt his climax approaching, fucking his son for all he was worth. Pistachio moaned into his dad's mouth, tears welling in his eyes as pain and pleasure mixed together in beautiful agony. The cum that was soaked into Pistachio's fur smeared onto his father's body, leaving both stallions covered in a mess of semen and sweat.
After what seemed like an eternity of being fucked, Pistachio felt Oak unleash his cum inside of him. As Oak's balls emptied into his boy's colon, he quickly pulled out from his ass and aimed his dick toward his son's face. Streams of cum splashed onto the colt's muzzle, chest, belly, and cock. The feeling of his father's seed splashing over his body was enough to push Pistachio to another climax of his own, spraying his own cum all over his chest and stomach as well.
Oak smiled down at his cum-covered mess of a son, before laying down on top of the boy and cuddling with him in the warm afterglow of their sex. The two stallions snuggled together on the couch, Oak gently nibbling one of Pistachio's ears as they both recovered. Neither stallion payed much mind to the state they were in. They'd join Butternut in the bath after supper, maybe even let her lick the cum off of them if dinner proved to be as delicious as it was smelling. Oak would let her decide whether she wanted to clean the couch before she went to sleep on it tonight; after all, it was Hearth's Warming Eve. Some chores could wait until morning.
"Dinner's ready!" Butternut called from the kitchen,stirring the stallions from their post-sex fugue. The two stallions slowly stood up and ambled their way to the kitchen. Both stallions were dripping semen all over the floor as they made their way to the kitchen table, providing more of a mess for Butternut to lick up later. Pistachio walked with a rather pained gait as his ass burned from the savage fucking it had just received. Thankfully, he could see that his mother had thought to place a pillow on his seat to provide a cushion for his abused butt. She really did think of everything, he smiled as he gingerly sat down.
"Smells great, mom," Pistachio complimented her as she busied herself setting a plate of food in front of him and her husband. "Aren't you having any, though?" he asked.
"Oh, there wasn't really enough to spread across three servings, and I know how much my boys need their strength," she replied. "Don't worry, there's still some flatbread left from the other day for me to nibble on."
"Good," Oak spoke gruffly as he readied himself to dig into the wonderful meal before him. "When you're done, lick all that cum off the floor while Pistachio and I enjoy this wonderful meal you've prepared, and then draw a bath for the three of us."
"Of course, honey," Butternut replied submissively, before sinking her teeth into the stale bread that would be her Hearth's Warming meal. It was dry and mealy, but at least she'd be licking up plenty of semen afterward to wash it down. Maybe Oak and Pistachio would even let her lick them clean before they got into the bath. She hoped so, it was so rare that she got to take her time and enjoy the taste of their bodies. Certainly beat acorns, that was for sure.
As she finished her meager meal and began cleaning up the mess all over the floor, her two stallions were enjoying the Hearth's Warming feast she had prepared. The rich, buttery spaetzle was delicious, and hit the spot perfectly for the two tired stallions. They ate their fill and then some, knowing they'd both need the calories and energy for the long night of lovemaking they had planned for tonight.
"Hey, Pistachio," Oak nut spoke between bites of food, "I've got a question for you about that Rarity mare from earlier."
"Oh?" Pistachio replied curiously. "What did you want to know, dad?"
"I get that she's famous in the fashion industry and all," Oak began, "but the whole time she was here, I could swear I recognized her from somewhere, but I can't quite place my hoof on it. I wouldn't know her from any fashion stuff, so can you think where else might I have seen her?"
"Oh, well, she's also one of the Elements of Harmony," Pistachio replied casually. "You know, those mares who defeated Nightmare Moon, beat Tirek, fought back the Changling invasion... all that stuff."
Oak Nut nearly choked on the food he was swallowing when he heard what his son said. After a brief moment spent choking up a mouthful of dinner -- which was enough to draw his wife from the other room, a look of concern and worry etched deeply across her cum-stained muzzle -- he finally caught his breath and responded to his son.
"Are you telling me we had lunch with one of the heroes of Equestria?!" his father asked, shocked by this revelation. "Right here? At this table?"
"Umm, yeah," Pistachio answered. He was a little surprised by his father's reaction, personally admiring Rarity more for her fashion and design talents than any of that adventure stuff.
"Holy buck, I get a kick out of reading the articles about those girls every time news comes out about one of their adventures," Oak Nut explained, still processing that one of the most famous mares in Equestria had sat right across from where he was now eating. "Do you have any idea how many times she and her friends have saved this entire nation from disaster?"
"Several, I guess?" Pistachio replied. "I don't know dad, I don't really keep up with national news and politics like you do."
"Tan my hide, she was right here in our kitchen and I didn't even get a picture with her," Oak muttered. "Pistachio, when you're her guest for this fashion whatever in Manehatten, I need you to do me a favor and see if you can get me an autograph from her," he requested. "See if she can personalize it too, something that makes it clear that it's for me. Please?"
"Sure, I guess, dad," Pistachio answered. "I don't know though. I mean, I feel weird asking her for a favor when she's already being so gracious just to invite me to spend the week with her."
"Son, I want you to look me in the eyes and listen to me when I tell you this, so you know I mean it," Oak Nut spoke, deathly serious as he addressed his son. "If you do this for me, and get me that personalized autograph, I'll let you be on top the next time we fuck afterwards."
Pistachio gasped in shock. In all the time they had been fucking, his dad had never let Pistachio fuck him. Hell, even for his dad to blow him was a rare treat, reserved almost exclusively for birthdays or for when he did exceptional work out in the orchards. Images of himself mounting his father, fucking his father's ass, spurting his cum inside deep inside his father, all that and more danced across his mind's eye as his cock began to harden at the thought. He made up his mind.
"Alright! I'll do it dad," he promised with certain resolve. "Just don't forget to uphold your side of the bargain when I do, okay?"
"Son, I pride myself on being a stallion of my word," Oak asserted. "You get me that autograph, and I'll let you bang me like a filly in heat, you hear me? Now," Oak shifted the topic to more immediate concerns, "let's go see if your mom has that bath ready yet. I want to wash all this cum out of my fur before bed, and then I'm going to wreck that little ass of yours for not mentioning who that mare was when she was right here in front of me."
"Mmm, sounds fun," Pistachio nearly purred as he looked forward to the violent fucking being promised. "You know something, dad?"
"What's that, son?" Oak Nut asked.
"I think this hat might just turn out to be the best gift ever."