Kissin' and Huggin' at the Love Shack
"You ever get as bored of doing that as I do of watching it?" Sunset asked casually through a mouthful of chips, eyes locked onto Tempest's muscular form as she was god-knows how many reps into her push up set.
"Did I ask... for your input?" Tempest growled back as she exercised, keeping her eyes forward as her arms began to shake from the exertion.
"No, but since we all share cleaning duties in here and I'm sick of cleaning your grease off the floor, I gotta know why you insist on roiding out every fifteen minutes," the multi-hued mare responded. "You know as well as I do that push ups don't do shit for your mass."
"No..." Tempest grunted, finally resting her weight on a knee as she hit whatever number she'd been aiming for. "But it does help psychologically."
"How so?" Sunset questioned, sipping from a can of soda as she stretched out on the couch.
"It helps me forget you exist for however long I'm doing them," the larger mare chuckled, shaking her tired arms out and climbing to her feet.
"Such sweet release for a mere thirty seconds until I ruin it, I gather?" Sunset sneered.
"Aye... but all good things must come to an end," the dark-coloured mare shrugged, a sarcasm dripping from her voice as much as sweat did from her arms. "And I've learned to cherish the few, fleeting moments of pleasure while I can."
"Optimism doesn't suit you, Tempest," Sunset shrugged.
"And neither do you, but here we are," she volleyed back, crossing her arms with a smug smirk.
Sunset stared at the purple-toned mare for a short second before a grin stretched onto her own lips, reaching over to the pack of cans next to her on the couch and tossing one over to Tempest. The strong mare caught it effortlessly, dipping her hand as she did so for a little bit of impact absorption to lessen the shake of it.
"Where're the others at, anyway?" Tempest asked while she waited for the can's contents to settle, looking around the cabin. "I know Trixie arrived before we did and I have no idea what she's doing, but what about the others?"
"Trixie's taking a bath that I hope she drowns in, Starlight's probably off grovelling for as long as she can get away with, and Dusk... well, I have no idea what he's doing," Sunset shrugged, lying down on the couch and setting her drink down on the coffee table in front of it in one smooth, swift motion. "Probably still has his tongue lodged firmly in Celestia's rectum like usual."
"A hint of jealousy in your voice there?" Tempest smirked.
"Perhaps," she dodged with a stretch and a yawn.
"For which role, thought?"
"Yes," came the short response.
Followed by a large smashing sound from the second floor.
Both mares bolted up immediately, eyes darting between each other and the source of the noise.
"That could be Trixie!" Tempest barked.
"And she could be hurt!" Sunset nodded.
Thus, they went back to relaxing.
"She'll be fine," Sunset added, crunching another mouthful of chips.
"Or she won't be," Tempest grunted, stretching her arms above her head to loosen the tension in her shoulders before finally cracking open her can and sipping from it. "Sunset, I've tasted dishsoap that's better than this."
"Judging from the fact you've just admitted to being someone that drinks dishsoap, I don't think your opinions on anything are valid," the lounging mare ignored.
The conversation in the room was then interrupted by a portal cracking open in the middle of the room, and from it came pouring in heat, sand, and noise. Both of the present mares scrambled away from it in surprise, magic flaring up defensively before a familiar figure stepped through the vortex. With a snap of her fingers and a sigh of relief, Starlight pulled down a large, sand-covered hood from her head and smiled at the two of them.
"Who here's ever been hit in the face with a dead Saddle Arabian sand crustacean?" the bright-eyed mare asked with a smirk.
"Uh... not me, I guess," Sunset shrugged.
In response, Starlight pulled the hand she'd been keeping behind her back free and baseball pitched the aforementioned crustacean straight into Sunset's head.
"Fuck!" she cried out as it bowled her to the floor, spilling chips and soda everywhere.
"That's for the River Reaper last time, you prick," Starlight sniffed, continuing to dust sand off herself.
"Valid," Sunset responded as she lay sprawled out on the ground.
"Tempest! How're you?" Starlight asked, walking over to the much-larger mare and giving her a hug.
Tempest, wasting no time, clapped a hand to Starlight's voluptuous rear, squeezing vigorously before stealing a clearly-unplanned kiss from her shorter friend. The two mares remained locked for the longest moment, tongues sliding over one another in their more-than intimate greeting, before stepping back once again.
"Why does your mouth taste like dishsoap?" Starlight asked, clacking her tongue in a disgusted gesture.
"Both of you can go straight to hell," Sunset growled, throwing the corpse of the crustacean off herself before clambering back to her feet. "So where the hell have you been, anyway? I thought you were always on-time?"
"Only when not dealing with religious zealots hell-bent on sacrificing an entire town to revive their god," Starlight responded, stripping out of her sandy clothing and into her underwear.
"That happen often?" Tempest smirked, hungrily eyeing up Starlight's delicious, buxom figure.
"Oh, if I had a bit for every time it's happened, I'd have two bits," came the response. "Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice."
"Right," Sunset nodded, holding the crustacean pinched between her fingers in front of her and giving it a gentle shake. "I'm guessing your contribution to the snack bar is seafood?"
"Sandfood, technically, but sure," Starlight nodded, looking around the room. "Dusk and Trixie?"
"Pretty sure the latter just died in a violent accident-"
"-what a shame-" Starlight hummed.
"-and we have no idea where the former is," Tempest finished.
"Probably got his mouth attached to Celestia's tit, as usual," she shrugged.
"I'm perfectly fine, by the way!" Trixie called down from the second floor.
"Damn, sweetie, that's great," Sunset called back up. "I'm sure when we find whoever asked, they'll be overjoyed."
"What did you break?" Tempest asked.
"Bathroom mirror," the magician answered as she made her way down the stairs wrapped in a white towel.
"Makes sense. I'd probably smash it if as well I had to look at a reflection as ugly as yours," Sunset nodded, opening another can of soda and chugging it quickly.
"Y'know, one of these days you're going to be in a dark place due to pushing everyone away, and when that happens you're going to take your own life," Trixie snarled. "And when you do, I'm going to come to your funeral and be overjoyed at the fact there was something I could've done to help you, but never did."
Sunset spat out her drink with a liquid-gargled laugh while the other two stood wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Proud of herself, Trixie sauntered over to where Sunset had sat herself down on the couch, throwing the towel aside and straddling her waist as she did so. The former royal academic slid her hands over Trixie's wide waist, fingers sinking deep into the flesh of her colossal ass as their lips met passionately.
"Do I still have any of my clothes left up in the wardrobe in my room?" Starlight asked Tempest.
"Yeah, I spotted a few good ones on my last panty raid," the large mare said jokingly.
"Excellent," Starlight snickered. "Anyway, I'm gonna head upstairs to get changed and hopefully Dusk is gonna be here soon."
"Have fun," Tempest nodded, unleashing a thunderous clap against Starlight's ass as she headed away that echoed off the walls, causing the smaller mare to crow loudly in pain.
With Starlight limping off to get changed and the other three preoccupied with either exhibitionist lesbianism or voyeurism, time ticked by without much going on for a decent chunk of time. Tempest took a seat and kept herself preoccupied with Sunset and Trixie's very intimate making-up process before another portal cracked into existence just by the main entrance.
Stepping out from it came the stallion they'd all been waiting for, yawning quietly whilst reading through what appeared to be a note sheet of some kind.
"Oh, finally," Tempest sighed with an eager smile, getting to her feet and walking over to meet him. "Please never let Sunset be allowed to choose the drinks again."
"You don't like the taste of dishwasher upchuck?" Dusk chuckled, grabbing hold of Tempest's extended hand and clapping shoulders with her briefly. "Good to see you again, big girl. Everything holding up well in training?"
"You should ask that to the folks that I'm training," Tempest chuckled. "The Equestrian Guard isn't everything it needs to be to keep a nation safe."
"Yeah, I mean, you'd know," Dusk smirked.
"Anyone with a wet noodle and patience would know, Dusk, they're as easy to topple as old folks in a conga line," Tempest retorted.
"Speaking from experience?"
"I'm not answering that."
"Of course you aren't," the stallion nodded, turning his attention to the rest of the room and spotting the entangled duo of Trixie and Sunset. "Trix, I've told you a thousand times not to sit on the couch when your mane and tail are wet."
"And I'll tell you a thousand and one to eat my ass," Trixie shrugged.
"I'll hold you to that," Dusk chuckled. "In the meantime-"
He lashed his hand out in an underarm throw, a powerful purple cable tying itself around Trixie's chest, before heaving his hand back in and yanking Trixie onto the floor. She landed with a thump, clearly knocking the wind out of herself on impact.
"House rules are there for a reason, Trix, you know that," he smirked, walking over to her as she scrambled back to her feet, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring irritably at him.
"Any need for such brutish violence?" she glowered.
"Only when you've been told more times than I can count not to leave stains on the couch," he shrugged. "At least... not ones with your tail."
"Surely those ones would be more preferable to the others?" she sniffed. "I can't imagine anyone would choose a damp patch over two pillows being glued together."
"You may be correct," Dusk agreed. "But that wouldn't be as much of an issue if a certain someone learned to swallow properly."
"Oh, I know how to swallow properly," Trixie huffed, rising to the challenge immediately. "Sit down and I'll show you."
Dusk's eyes darted to Tempest, the mare winking playfully in response, as Dusk sat down on the couch next to Sunset with a shrug.
"This'll be fun to watch," Sunset smirked.
"Be even more fun to join in on," he piqued.
"Mhm, maybe, maybe," came the response. "We'll have to wait and see."
With a swaggering snap of her fingers, Trixie expertly made Dusk's clothing explode into a shower of blue butterflies, circling around him before popping into dust. The stallion blinked quietly as Trixie sat with a smug smirk on her chops, waiting for his response.
"You can make those come back, right?" he asked.
"Uhhhh-" Trixie began, eyes darting all around the room. "In time?"
Dusk then proceeded to shove his dick in her mouth.
The wide eyes of the panicking mare soon narrowed, becoming floaty and unfocused as the taste of her favourite snack worked its way over her taste buds. She purred quietly onto the thick length of Dusk's enormous shaft, going limp in his touch as both of his hands gently gripped the side of her head.
"Ah-ah, sugar, don't go into a trance on me yet," Dusk commented, pulling her back to reality. "You're here for work before pleasure, remember?"
"Can't say I blame her, though," Sunset chuckled, snuggling up close to Dusk and feeling his warmth run all over her. "That thing's got a way of taking you to another plane of existence in a heartbeat..."
"I'll say," Tempest seconded, sitting down on the arm of the couch to get a good view of Trixie.
The arrogant mare soon put herself to work on the prick in her mouth, lips tightening around its intimidating length and slowly pumping her maw and up and down around it. Her tongue poked out along its underside, slathering it with spit as she gorged herself on its size and taste.
"Mmmnf..." Dusk groaned, leaning back into the couch and closing his eyes. "An excellent performance, as always..."
"Looks like she's just getting started, funnily enough," Tempest chuckled, watching Trixie pick up the pace and really put her back into the blowjob.
Dusk grunted once again, slowly beginning to buck his hips forward, further jerking his cock down her neck as his titanic length almost reached her stomach.
"Yeah, that is exactly what I needed after today," Dusk chuckled, gently stroking Trixie's mane as thanks for such stellar work. "I can always count on my little blowjob princess to help me unwind."
The praise clearly went straight to Trixie's already-inflated ego, picking up the pace once more as well as throwing her hands into the mix. Fingers and palms, skilled and experienced, worked the throbbing shaft of Dusk's monster cock, eagerly charming that fat load brewing in his balls to come gushing into her throat.
The other two mares watched with unbroken focused, eagerly eyeing up the stage magician's stellar performance, clearly putting years of expertise into making such rigorous work look easy-as-can-be. The tricks of her trade soon proved more than effective, as within a handful of minutes, Dusk was clearly at his breaking point and, with a teasing wink, Trixie sucked him right over it.
The stallion groaned loudly, his head lolling back against the couch, as he blew his load down Trixie's gullet. The first jet audibly hit her stomach, pooling and sloshing inside her with thunderous force. She gulped and swallowed loudly, clearly struggling to keep up with the torrential flow, before finally popping his wet cock out of her mouth and allowing him to unload every last thick, steaming drop of cum all over her eager face.
Dusk panted loudly, chest heaving as he came back to his senses, watching Trixie lick her fingers clean with that eternally-smug expression on her face.
"Now who's making a mess?" she beamed.
"Yeah, yeah, okay whizzkid, sure," Dusk chuckled, sitting up properly as his cock began to wilt against his stomach.
Sunset then took her moment to get involved, leaning over and elegantly lapping the mixture of spit and cum off of the stallion's length. She maintained eye contact with him as she slowly dragged her tongue from base to tip, filling her mouth and swallowing it down loudly over and over again, making sure to show him the inside of her maw after every single gulp.
Dusk was soon back to full mast, with Tempest eagerly joining in with Sunset's more-than-whorish efforts. The largest pony out of all of them wrapped her own lips around the stallion's tip while Sunset turned her attention to the base, both working in tandem from years of proficient rehearsal.
Then after getting her own second wind back, Trixie threw herself into the mix, burying her cum-soaked muzzle into Dusk's enormous balls and lovingly sucking on them. The massively-endowed stallion leaned back in his seat, hands resting behind his head as he arrogantly enjoyed each mare working on his huge cock. A lifetime of work and endurance had paid off, and now he was living the fantasies of every pubescent stallion on the planet.
"Hey!" Starlight snapped from the top of the stairs, making her presence known once again. "How many times are you gonna start without me."
"Sorry, sweetie, but you know how it goes," Sunset smirked, breaking away from an eager kiss with Dusk's thick base to speak. "When one leads, the rest follow."
"And Trixie's stolen my favourite spot," Starlight pouted as she made her way down the stairs.
"Tell you what... how about you get to ride it first?" Tempest offered with a grin. "As an apology for always giving you the sloppy seconds."
"Not that the skank minds," Trixie giggled.
"You're one to talk," Sunset laughed, gently shoving Trixie's mouth back onto Dusk's spit-slicked balls.
"I guess that makes up for it," Starlight shrugged with a faux-sigh, clearly more than content with the deal. "Even after I just spent all this time getting my clothing on."
"Yeah, yeah, boo-hoo, hoe, just shut up and get over here before I steal your spot," Sunset cackled, gesturing for Starlight to take centre stage.
"Awww..." Trixie moped, clearly not done with her time between Dusk's legs just yet, only to yelp loudly as she was cuffed and dragged off by Sunset.
"Let's get you cleaned up, cumrag," Sunset added on, beginning to lick the spunk off Trixie's mouth.
In the meantime, Starlight removed her own clothing with an elegant snap of her fingers, making it sizzle away in a shower of purple sparks. With that, she made her way over to Dusk's oh-so-welcoming lap. The stallion helped her into position, his fat, dripping cock rubbing right alongside her entrance and feeling the heat of her excitement boiling down his length.
"Somebody's eager, aren't they?" he teased, hands on Starlight's ass as she readied herself to get her insides rearranged.
"Always am, babe," she winked, catching the stallion off-guard by lining up his cock to her wet, awaiting lips and slamming down to the base of it on one, smooth motion.
Both of them cried out in shock and bliss as they locked together, both struggling to comprehend the sensations running through them from such a sudden sensation. Starlight rocketed forward, giving neither of them time to recover properly as she propped herself up and began riding his cock with gusto.
"What's... gotten into you today, huh?" Dusk asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and helping her keep time by thrusting into her cunt every time she lowered herself.
"Can't keep the others w-waiting, can we?" she smirked. "You know how cranky... they get when they don't get any d-dick..."
"You bored of me already?" came the response, coupled with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, I could never get b-bored of this," Starlight giggled, tightening herself around his length and stealing a sudden, sharp hiss of pleasure from the stallion as he once again hugged her close to his body.
"F-Fuck... nearly busted there..." he groaned.
"Nearly?" Starlight cooed. "Well, clearly I'm not doing it r-right, am I?"
With that last statement, she tightened herself once again and really threw it into top gear. She could feel the strain in her legs as much as she could feel it in her cunt. Dusk's monstrous size, even after having spent so much time inside her at this point, was something she'd never get used to. The sight of it alone was something that got her mouth and her pussy drooling, so you could imagine how much it frazzled her brain having it inside her.
Neurons firing, legs trembling, stomach stretching. All happening over and over again as she rode his behemoth length hard and fast enough to coat herself in sweat in a matter of minutes. The smell of it was overwhelming, almost like a pheromone, that had the others in the room completely enraptured. Starlight worked that cock like a professional, ignoring the strains and pains of exerting herself at such a ridiculous speed, focusing only on the hard, wet, and virile prize waiting at the end for her.
Soon the blissful light at the end of the debaucherous tunnel was upon her, able to feel Dusk's tip leaking pre into her like a damaged fountain, signalling that he was at his absolute limit. With a swift duck and a passionate kiss, she slid her tongue over his right as she slammed her hips home for the final time. She felt his cock spurt inside of her, the previous bath he'd given Trixie being nothing compared to the torrent that was now pouring into her deepest reaches.
She came hard herself, body locking up and teeth clamping down on each other as that thunderous orgasm bolted through her system, all the while her belly continued to bloat and fill with each shot of Dusk's cum. She broke away from his mouth, sliding herself off of his length, and stroking his cock through the rest of the orgasm. The continued spray coated both of them, soaking their torsos, the couch, and even the floor beneath them as the thick, unending torrent of cum continued to slop and splatter all over them.
Eventually it ceased, and Starlight's exhausted form collapsed limply on top of Dusk's, the stallion wrapping his arms around her and holding her panting chest close to his own.
"One help of a warm up there, sugar," Dusk chuckled playfully, rubbing circles onto her back as he held her softly.
"More like a wipe-out..." she smirked, looking up at him with wide, glowing eyes. "Think I'm gonna need a forty minute nap after that one... holy fuck..."
"Dibs on next!" Trixie barked out, raising her hand in the air and shaking with excitement as she did so.
"Yeah, yeah, sure... come on then," Dusk nodded, kissing Starlight once more as he watched Trixie lay herself out on the arm of the chair.
"You want something special?" Dusk asked quizzically.
"I want it up the ass, big boy," the reply came, then accompanied by Trixie slapping herself on her fat rear. "Fill me to the core."
Shaking his head with a chuckle, Dusk agreed, stroking his cock back to full mast as he got in position. He rubbed the head of his prick against Trixie's twitching hole, the excitement clearly getting to her as well as her entire body was trembling.
"Stage fright?" he asked mockingly.
"Never. Just anticipation," Trixie winked. "Done this routine a thousand times... but I'm always looking forward to it."
"Really?" Dusk questioned. "Then tell me what your favourite part of it is?"
"That's an easy one," she scoffed. "It has to be without doubt the part where you-"
Her speech then curved into a loud wail, a mix between pleasure and surprise as the stallion breached her back entrance with one long, powerful thrust. Trixie's fingers dug into the arm of the couch, teeth clenching together tightly as Dusk's colossal size made itself at home in her snug, tight ass.
"Ha... you absolute bastard..." Trixie snarled, looking back at him as she panted heavily. "That felt fucking incredible..."
"The performers enjoy an unexpected twist to an act as much as the audience does, sweetie," the purple-hued stallion smirked. "Now, let's make sure they have to carry you off-stage in a wheelchair."
"Pff, don't threaten me with a good time," Trixie winked.
With that, Dusk set to work on his promise. His hands clamped down around Trixie's slender waist, his hungry eyes devouring that azure ass of hers, watching it ripple and bounce as he began to fuck it. Trixie seemed off in a world of her own as well, bucking back against him with each thrust of his powerful hips, a loud clap bouncing off the walls each time their bodies made contact again.
Dusk muscled himself closer and closer to Trixie, eventually standing on his tip toes as he pressed himself against her ass, hammering home with swift, powerful strikes. If Starlight had already taken a bit of the wind out of his sails with exertion, the work he was putting in on Trixie was going to force him to take a time out and a quick drink for damn sure. Every inch of his cock fit inside her, a hole so perfect for him it was like it was designed to take his dick. Reaching as deep in her as it could go, her stomach distending with every single stroke of his waist as his titanic size rearranged her guts.
Pants, heavy and hot, fell from Trixie's maw, exertion and exhaustion painted all over her body in the form of sweat beading up. It was a mesmerising sensation, to have something so big so deep inside her, her own weakness for anal making the feeling all the more pleasurable with every second it was in her.
It was a her favourite ride she never wanted to end, riding bliss and passion for all eternity, yet in the back of her mind she knew that the destination was as beautiful as the journey when it came to the virile bastard she currently had stirring her insides. That fat cock in her guts was brewing a load extra special for her, and as soon as he reached the mountaintop, she'd be fucked full and warm to the core for hours to come. A spectacular finish to a perfect routine, and one that she was biting her lip in anticipation for.
And it seemed like she wasn't gonna have to wait very much longer for that spectacular finish. Dusk leaned over her body, sliding his hands up to her tits and cupping them softly as he lifted her into a standing positioned. She curved against him, locking together properly as she felt him continue to hammer her asshole over and over again, now able to physically look down and see her stomach bulging outwards to accommodate such a massive cock.
Then, without a word and without anything more than a kiss on her soft neck, the stallion slammed himself home one final time inside her, and erupted like a super-volcano. Three orgasms deep and the stallion clearly wasn't suffering from it at all, as yet another powerful torrent blasted inside Trixie and gave her the exact same treatment it did to Starlight.
Her belly stretched and ballooned outwards, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she came from the sensation alone, shivering and moaning loudly as she did so. Dusk again continued to suckle her neck, gently lapping at her sweat-soaked skin and getting a primal taste of his beautiful partner. Trixie's hands touched her stomach, feeling her skin stretch between her fingers as more of Dusk's hot, thick load continued to pour inside her. The weight became almost uncomfortable, her belly looking like she was ready to birth twins, before he finally pulled out of her and came the rest of his load all over her back.
She slowly drained, resting her weight on her arms, panting heavily as she felt the cum slosh out of her like a waterfall, her stomaching gurgling as it drained and the pool of pure-white spunk on the floor grew larger and larger. Dusk stepped away from Trixie, watching his own handiwork as the mare clearly struggled to stay standing. Her knees weak, belly full, and body drained of energy by such a gripping orgasm.
"Gotta say, it's almost as much of a treat to watch as it is to experience, y'know?" Sunset asked with a cocked eyebrow, sipping from her can once again.
"We got any more to drink?" Dusk asked, turning around with a clearly-tired expression on his face. "Anything other than your cans of dishwasher water?"
"You can go and stick your head in Trixie's bathwater until the bubbles stop coming up, if you really wanna do me a favour," Sunset glowered.
"Good idea..." Dusk panted, standing up as straight as he could and wiping the sweat from his brow. "Alright, super-special-awesome idea time!"
The mares assembled all perked up, interested in seeing where this was going.
"I've only got enough gas left in the tank for one more go, so let's spice it up with something interesting," Dusk smirked, rolling his shoulders as his eyes lit up a bright amethyst colour.
With his hands out by his sides, his fingers began to glow the same bright colour as his eyes did, the stallion sucking in a deep breath before clapping his hands back together with a single, barked phrase.
"Shia kazing!"
With a loud crackle of energy racing through his body, the room assembled watched Dusk use his magical expertise to duplicate himself, a second, identical Dusk splitting off from him, coated in an almost-mirror sheen. The stallion shook his hands out, hissing in pain before looking at the others.
"I'm calling dibs on the shiny one," Tempest stated with a raised finger.
"Why? He look more visually appealing?" Dusk asked, looking the duplicate up and down as it did the same to him.
"No, he looks like he talks less," she responded.
"I take umbridge to that," the clone responded, crossing his arms over his chest with an offended expression.
"Aw, fuck," Tempest sighed, shrugging dismissively before getting to her feet. "Oh well. Ready to get to work?"
"As always," the clone nodded before being immediately tackled to the floor.
"Well, Sunset, you're with me, it seems," Dusk smirked, turning and offering the multi-hued mare a hand.
"Oh no, what a shame," she shrugged, using her magic to strip down to her barest basics before dragging Dusk to the floor right next to Tempest.
"Hello there," Tempest chuckled, affectionately kissing Sunset before the duplicate stallions set to work on them.
Synchronised and with great expertise, the two Dusks applied the pressure immediately, more than eager to get the mares sweating from a good dicking right quick. The pace was much more sluggish than before, the stallions both clearly running low on energy from the previous exertions they'd had. If one had to guess, it seemed the duplicate possessed all the attributes Dusk possessed at the time he was created.
But even as tired as he was, that still meant he'd inherited Dusk's monster cock and his ability to lay with it. Both mares were pinned down by their waists, nubile-yet-strong fingers digging into their wide birthing hips as the duplicates laid into them. Groaning and gasping, the two mares lost themselves in the sensations of the stallions on top of them and the mare next to them. Tongues lashed and grappled with one another, giggling and moaning into the other's maw.
The air in the room hung heavy with the scent of sex at this point, the mixing of sweat, spit, and cum creating an-almost intoxicating brew that addled the minds of all involved. The two mares that had already had their turn suddenly became more than interested in the spectacle before them, eagerly watching the scene play out.
Dusk and his duplicate worked in tandem and worked more-than beautifully, either working off the same thought pattern or just knowing exactly what their mare-for-the-moment needed to feel. Strokes, deep and long, pumped in and out of Sunset and Tempest, cunts clamping down and shivers running throughout both of them, a pile of sexual circuitry with one hell of a current running between them all.
The mares soon cuddled up against one another, holding close and kissing all the more desperately, rubbing tongues and teasing lips all the way through their euphoric rides. Hands from the stallions slid up their bodies, the duplicate rolling his over Tempest's firm and defined abdomen while Dusk entertained himself with Sunset's more-than-ample chest. Each strike of his hips made her bust bounce all the more enticingly, Sunset noticing Dusk's engaged expression and winking playfully at him, using her hand to gently grip Dusk's slender wrists as a gesture of wanting the treatment to continue.
And continue it did, both stallions ramping up their efforts and kicking them into the highest gear they could still manage at this point. Soaked with sweat, dehydrated, and running on empty, the two of them pushed it as hard as they could for the last mile to give their mares a treat. The slapping of bodies became louder and the moans pouring from the mares did the same, both drooling curses and groans of pleasure into the other's mouth. It was a beautiful union, one hard-fought for, but one that was a near-perfect arrangement for all involved... provided Dusk got three days of rehydration during the retreat afterwards.
With several more heavy, laboured strikes, Dusk and his duplicate reached their peaks, blowing one final, colossal, and glorious load into the deepest reaches of their chosen mares. Both mares arched their backs at the sensation linking hands and crying out together as rapturous orgasm flooded the both of them. Bellies bloated and filled in tandem, growing out larger and larger as they were stuffed with load after load of thick cum, pooling and sloshing deep inside them just as it had done with all the others.
Soon the stallions pulled out, blowing their last loads of the day onto the waiting tits and tongues of their partners before finally and blissfully collapsing backwards. The duplicate then disappeared in a rain of sparkles as Dusk killed off the spell, lying on his back and completely drained.
"Well... this has been quite a pleasant afternoon so far, hasn't it?" Trixie asked, cuddling up against Starlight as they remained sitting together.
"Any of you guys wanna go ice-fishing after we clean up?" Tempest offered.
"I wanna know why the fuck you'd even think to ask any of us that?" Sunset responded. "'Hey, girls, wanna be cold, bored, and miserable for three hours?'. As if I don't have to suffer through the latter two enough while I'm here hearing Dusk talk."
"I'm glad to know you appreciate me," Dusk wheezed out from his place on the floor. "It really makes all the hard work I put into taking care of all of you feel rewarding."
"Don't mention it," they all chimed in unison, wide and loving smiles on each of their faces.
"Now!" Sunset said, sitting upright after draining the baby batter from her guts. "Who wants some soda!"
The entire cabin launched into a frenzy of rejection.