Sex (Sex Sex)
Flurry Heart was finally asleep. Princess Cadance and her husband could not be happier. They were lounging on their bed, enjoying the silence. There was only one thing on their minds. Princess Cadance turned to her husband and nipped his shoulders playfully. When he turned to her, she batted her eyelashes at him.
"Sex me?" she said seductively.
Shining Armor nodded and snorted. He watched his wife's tail flick out of the way to reveal her wet and willing slip and slide. His purple-helmeted warrior of love snapped, crackled, and popped to life. His wife's ladytown was leaking like Pinkie Pie waiting for Sugarcube Corner to open with anticipation.
Immediately, he mounted her and plunged his baloney pony into his wife's panty hamster. His turgid terror slammed deep into her salmon slit as he proceeded to pound her rusty sheriff's badge. Cadance was a squealing gelatinous mess as she felt the sensation of his cumtree smashing into her cervix. The princess of love was quivering like an epileptic at one of Vinyl Scratch's raves. She knew that tonight would be filled with nothing but numerous orgasms from her husband's beefy slut slayer fucking her clam-flavored pothole. The thought alone made her want to cum so hard as he jostled and jabbed her womb with his steamin' semen truck over and over again.
Shining Armor groaned loudly. "I want to fuck you!" he cried out sexingly. "Sex sex sex!"
"Oh baby oh baby oh baby," purred Cadance. "I want you to munch my furburger when you're done."
The reply she got was Shining Armor's shitty cock custard frothing and spraying into her tight fleshy kitten. He neighed triumphantly and pulled his still-hard baby arm out of her velvet underground. His furious thrusting had certainly played her clitar and now they were ready for more. Shining Armor quickly abandoned his wife's stuffed south mouth which looked like a bulldog in a wind tunnel. Her mound of love pudding trembled at the sudden absence of his piss weasel. As his wife was whining and whimpering while swollen like a cream puff, Shining Armor shoved his beaver basher into her north mouth and moaned as she choked at the sudden intrusion so chokingly.
Cadance ravenously began to gobble the baby-gravy from his long-dong silver while she could feel her soft, tight anus beg for a filling in the language of love. The taste of his mutton dagger was to die for and she slobbered over it like a puppy. She put his beef whistle in her mouth and out of her mouth and in and out and in and out and in and out as she blew him. The whole time, she could feel his custard launcher revving up and readying to fire again, right down her wet and wild wow hole. One last long suckling of his dude piston had Shining Armor's disco stick spinning and spitting a fresh tidal wave of sea-men monkeys down his wife's throat.
"TOUCHDOWN!" Shining Armor roared as he pulled his still-shooting one-eyed trouser snake from her hungry harlot vore hole. This caused wave after wave of scrumptious cheese sauce to shoot all over Cadance's slender muzzle. She tried to lick some more of his tan banana's fruit pudding from her face as she clapped. Nothing was more indictive that she was having sex with a red-blooded male than his usage of hoofball terminology during regular sexual intercourse. It gave her spiritual orgasms.
"Honey, aren't you going to pound my winking brown eye?" she whined.
(It was actually pink.)
Then, she turned her baby jelly bloated body and shook her butt in front of her husband's girthlicious gizzard grinder. Like his colossal coco melons, it was still swollen with an ocean of baby-giving lotion in every single vein.
(Seriously, every part of that pony is pink.)
Shining Armor stared at his wife's shooting star. He felt invigorated, and Shining Armor Jr. was already rock hard before, but now he was rock harder. In the face of such overtime and alternate working conditions, his sperm had unionized and were more powerful than ever. Nopony could stop his single barrelled pump action bollock. With a wave of lust, his wang doodle was ready to wade in her pool's deep end, if you know what I mean. Cadance nickered, but in like, a hot way and presented herself to her husband, hoping to feel his dingle-doodle ring her back doorbell. Using thoughts and prayers as their lube, Shining Armor plunged his corn-eyed butt snake balls deep into his wife's booty with as much force as he could muster.
In response, Cadance moaned moaningly. Nothing beat the feeling of her husband's blood-engorged mayonnaise cannon raiding deep inside her split peach. She was ready to have unrelenting orgasms just from the feeling of his all-beef thermometer jackhammering her backdoor's hallway with the snazziest strokes since sex was invented. Her makeup was gone and her booty was bouncing higher than housing prices as his gaying instrument made straight work of her quivering, sabotaged insides. There wasn't a dingwallace in all of Equestria that was better than Shining Armor's, Cadance thought. And there wasn't a kidney-buster outside of all Equestria that was better than his. She simply didn't want what wasn't her husband's.
Having her second cake-hole filled with cheese-crusted cock and penis pudding would be the perfect way to finish the night. Some mares are happy to go for whatever kicky-wicky can make them splurt their marmite motorway's jungle juices, but not Cadance. Shining Armor was the only stallion for her, and his liver-disturber had only ever known her and her alone. It was the the moment that Cadance found herself thinking of her love for Shining Armor that his turd-herder gave her a much-wanted gift in the form of roaring splashes of delicious rectoplasm that flooded the pink mare's waiting guts. Her own orgasm followed swiftly, scuttling in as if it had a hundred tiny feet, like a centipede.
"WOO, BABY!" Shining Armor roared as he whipped out corned beef torpedo from Cadance's anus. She was overflowing like a cheese-filled pastry. "A TRIPLE!"