“Well, it is an interesting idea.”
I set down my hammer and turned to face Cheerilee where she stood below me on the ladder. “Eyup.” She held a stack of shingles up to me, and I took it in my mouth. We’d made a lot of progress today. Fully a quarter of the roof was covered.
“Where would we go?” she asked, backing carefully down the ladder. It was still naked weather for me, but Cheerilee was wearing a dark purple scarf that I thought looked really pretty on her.
“Canterlot?” I took my hammer in my mouth, and pushed another shingle into place. Where had I set the nails?
“Canterlot is nice, Macintosh, but it’s only a four-hour train ride away. I’d rather go somewhere a little more… you know, once-in-a-lifetime.”
I grunted. The nails were all the way over on the edge of the roof. Why had I put them over there? “Manehattan?”
“I was thinking maybe Germaneigh? Or Prance? Pearis is lovely in the fall.”
I sighed, and carefully pulled the little tub of nails back over to where I was working. There was no getting around this being expensive, was there? Still, even international travel was cheaper than a damn wedding, these days.
“Well, are you sure about me being… you know.” I carefully balanced a nail between my hooves, took up the hammer, and set to work.
I heard Cheerilee sigh. “I don’t know, Macintosh. I love you. Are you sure you couldn’t just limit yourself to one pony?”
I set down my hammer again. Talkin’… well, you just gotta do it sometimes. Still not sure it does any good, though. “I dunno, Cheerilee. I ain’t a good pony. You’re more than enough mare for any stallion, I tell you what, but…” I didn’t know how to finish. I started hammering again.
“Macintosh!”
I sighed, and set my hammer down again. “I’m thinkin’.”
“Macintosh! They’re here!”
I stood and turned. The crisp wind picked up my mane, tossing it in front of my eyes, and I blew it out of the way. It had been naked weather through most of the day, but now I was starting to wish I’d brought a scarf, too.
They had just crested the rise. Caramel waved. He had apparently gotten some pretensions of high fashion while he was away, and was dressed in some sort of dapper white collar and cuffs. It looked ridiculous, but it kind of made me want to fuck him, too.
Then his husband lumbered into view. I almost fell off the roof. I knew him!
Well, I’d never met him, like Applejack and Apple Bloom had. But I’d sure seen him perform. Comments came to mind as they walked towards the cabin. Comments it would be better not to give voice to, like “Caramel, why’d you marry this clown?” Comments like that definitely never do anypony any good.
Anyway, I could plainly see why Caramel had married him. I’d never seen this pony out of his makeup before, so I hadn’t realized it, but he was gorgeous. A long, inviting neck and a delicately curved jaw that just called out to be bitten. Powerful muscles rippling under a glossy chestnut and white hide. A shaggy black mane that was constantly falling in his big, soulful eyes. And that was just from the front. I found myself desperately wanting to stand behind him. Or in front of him, but I pushed that feeling way down deep inside and tried to forget about it.
By the time I had scrambled down the ladder, they were wading across the river. Yesterday’s rain had noticeably raised the water level, and they got wet up over their fetlocks.
“My cuffs are wet!” whined Caramel.
“You better take them off,” rumbled his husband.
“But I wanted Boss to see them!”
The big horse rumbled, and frowned. “I suppose there ain’t no dissuading you, then.”
Caramel and his husband trotted over to us. “Hi, guys! Applejack told us you’d be down here. Boss, this is Trouble Shoes.”
I came up to about the top of Trouble Shoes’ chest. I tilted my neck beck to look him in the eye. It was an unaccustomed sensation. I felt light-headed. “Eyup.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir. Caramel has told me a great deal about you. Perhaps more than I would particularly care to hear, in many cases.”
Caramel socked Trouble in the shoulder. “Yeah, Trouble here is a kidder.” He glanced sideways at Cheerilee. “So, uh…”
“She knows,” I rumbled, blushing and glancing at my hooves.
Caramel seemed taken aback. “Oh. And are you two, um…”
“He’s on probation,” Cheerilee offered, her voice bubbling with cheerfulness that didn’t reach her eyes. The two looked at each other. I looked at Trouble Shoes, and he suddenly noticed something wrong with his forehooves that needed his full attention. I looked longingly up at the roof — even nailing shingles was better than this. It was getting dark awfully fast. Was another storm coming?
“So, Macintosh,” said Cheerilee hesitantly, breaking the awkward silence, “I think you and Caramel have things to talk about. Maybe in private?”
I made eye contact with Caramel. He nodded. “I guess so, Boss.”
“I knew you’d have to. Don’t worry,” said Trouble, nuzzling Caramel’s cheek.
Cheerilee headed back towards where her saddlebags were propped against the side of the cabin. “Take your time. I came prepared,” she said, and pulled a book out with her mouth. “Would you like a book, Trouble Shoes? I brought a few.”
The thought of being alone with Caramel got me feeling excited. A little too excited, to tell you the truth. I got a running start towards the river, thinking maybe a bit of exercise would get the blood flowing away from little Mac, and stormed across it, water flying up so high my back got wet. Caramel hesitated at the water’s edge, looking with concern at his already sodden and soiled white cuffs. I grinned at him smugly. “Don’t wanna mess up your pretty new clothes?”
Caramel scowled. “You’re a damn showoff, Boss.”
I just laughed. “You still feeling lucky?” And I took off running.
I heard him shouting “Cold! Cold! Cold!” and then his hooves thudding on the soil. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him tearing up the hillside towards me, cuffs spotted with mud, collar flapping, bow tie threatening to come untied. I doubled my speed.
It began to rain as we thudded across tangled, open fields, and the ground, already soaked from last night’s downpour, rapidly turned to mud, making it harder to run. The warm, delicious pain of hard exercise filled me with energy and burned away the cold of the air. As I hit the road, I risked another glance back, and saw Caramel was gaining on me. He was going to catch me, and I had to say, I kind of wanted to be caught. I also knew it was a bad idea, but matters got taken out of my hooves pretty quickly.
There was a fence up ahead; I leapt towards it. One of my rear hooves clipped it on the way over. The rotten wood snapped almost instantly, but it knocked me off balance. I landed heavily on my right forehoof and went down, skidding in the mud and rolling onto my back. I looked across my belly to see Caramel trying to stop, hooves plowing up mud as he careened towards me. I felt his weight slam into my belly, and suddenly he was on top of me. I grabbed him, wrapped my dripping hooves around the back of his neck and pulled our faces together. I shoved my tongue into his damn stallion mouth and kissed him like I was going to die if I didn’t.
His barrel lay close on top of mine, our ribcages and muscles and cocks grinding together. He dug his rear hooves into the mud of the overgrown field, hips jerking. I knew that I wanted him to be the first one inside me. I knew it wasn’t right, but I wriggled back and lifted up my hind legs, wrapping them around his middle. His cock bounced down to hit the base of my tail. Caramel froze. He looked down at me, a rope of spit linking our lips briefly before it was washed away by the rain pouring down our faces. If I was lucky, Caramel couldn’t see that I was crying.
“Boss?”
“Caramel, please. I love you.”
Caramel sat up. He looked at me, his eyes full of desperate longing. And then he hauled off and punched me in the face. “You could have told me that before, you idiot!” His hooves kept coming down. I raised my forelegs over my bloody nose so that he couldn’t really hurt me — I could have thrown him off easily, but this sort of treatment was better than I deserved. His hooves kept thudding into me, and he kept shouting. “Do you know how long I’ve been in love with you, you asshole? Do you know how long I thought you didn’t care? How did you think I felt, always feeling like second best? Having to settle for second best? And now you tell me you loved me all along? I’ll kill you! I swear to Celestia I will fucking kill you and wear your balls for a hat!”
Something in the air had changed. I knocked Caramel’s hooves casually out of the way and gently planted a hoof on his mouth. There was a strangled noise from behind us. We both craned our necks to look. There was Trouble Shoes, standing in the road not ten feet away.
“You’d think I’d have expected it. And I did. And yet I still find myself totally unprepared to see this,” he snorted. And he turned and ran.
Caramel yelled, “Trouble, no!” and leapt up from on top of me. I scrambled in the mud, trying to get to my hooves, and took off after both of them. The rain was coming down hard now, and I could barely make out Caramel. I couldn’t see Trouble Shoes at all. The hoof I had landed on hurt, and I’d never been as fast as Caramel, so I was falling behind them quickly. By the time I caught up, they had reached the river.
Turns out the cabin was downstream from the beaver dam. I could see Beaver Lake behind them. Water was pouring over the top of the dam, so that it looked like a tiny waterfall. Caramel and Trouble were shouting something, but I couldn’t hear them over the the rain. Whatever Caramel had said didn’t go over well, because Trouble Shoes reared up and turned around to pound across the river. Somehow, that fool managed to land right on the already failing dam, bringing it down underneath him. Water rushed into the mostly dry river bed, knocking Trouble down. His head bobbed back to the surface two dozen hooves downstream.
Caramel dove right in after his husband. And I, being, upon occasion, a decent and upstanding pony, dove right in after to help.
The cold of the water knocked the breath out of my lungs, and then a mouthful of river water rushed in to replace it. I kicked my way to the surface, coughing, trying to get my hooves under me, only I couldn’t. The water was over my head. I’d never been much of a swimmer, so maybe diving in like this this was a really bad idea. The current tugged me under again. Yeah, it was a bad idea.
I prepared myself to die. It was the second time in two days. This was getting depressing.
Something big, and dull, and strong dug into the back of my neck and yanked me back to the surface. Trouble Shoes had grabbed me by the scruff of my neck with his teeth. He swung me towards his back, and I reached out and pulled myself onto it next to Caramel.
“Reckon you two are some of the dumbest ponies I’ve ever met. I can stand up in this water. You two can’t. What were you thinking? And I tell you what, it’s mighty neighborly of you two to come in here after me, but what if instead you’d just decided not to sneak off for a quick fuck and a lover’s spat the first chance you got?”
Caramel had wrapped his forelegs around Trouble’s neck. “I am so sorry, baby. I am so sorry I called you second best. You are the greatest pony who has ever lived.”
“Too little, too late,” grumbled Trouble, hauling himself out of the water.
———
The part of the roof I’d repaired was holding up well. So, at least I was good for something.
The four of us were huddled out of the rain, each in a separate corner of the dry area. I was shivering violently, and poor Caramel looked like he was about to shake out of his hide.
“I’m so, so sorry, baby. I just got carried away,” moaned Caramel, his bow tie and all but one of his cuffs now gone, and his mane flat against his neck.
“And how,” grumbled Trouble Shoes, “did you come to be in such a situation that you got carried away?”
“You’re a married man,” agreed Cheerilee. Her cheeks were wet, and it wasn’t from the rain.
“It was his fault!” Caramel pointed an accusing hoof at me, trembling with the injustice of it all. “He kissed me!”
That traitor. I was never letting him suck my dick again. I suddenly realized they’d stopped glaring at one another, and were all glaring at me.
“Not a coltcuddler, huh?” said Cheerilee.
“Could have fooled me,” rumbled Trouble.
On top of everything else, my nose had started bleeding again. Things could not possibly get any worse.
“There you guys are! Applejack said you’d be out this way, but I was starting to get worried.” Rainbow Dash, resplendent in goggles and her bright orange and neon yellow Equestrian Weather Service rain slicker, stepped under the roof with us and shook the rain off her wings.
Fuck me sideways.
“Is this a planned storm?” said Cheerilee. “A little warning would have been nice.”
“Naw,” said Rainbow, “Trottingham screwed the pooch. They lost control of their storm front. We tried to push it back, but it was too strong. We’re going to have to ride it out.” She ducked her head under her wing, pulled a small silver package out of her satchel, and tossed it into the middle of the floor. “That there is a magic blanket. You all need to huddle together under it and shelter in place until I can get back with help. Though in your case,” she said, glancing at Trouble Shoes and I, “Maybe you’d better take two.”
The two packets lay in the middle of the floor. We stared at them. Then we stared at each other. No one moved.
Rainbow facehoofed. “Oh for buck’s sake. This is a weather emergency, not a flight school prom! I don’t know what’s going on here, but I do know that you’re getting under those blankets so you don’t all die of hypothermia. If you don’t, Celestia help me, I will kick every one of you to death and pile your corpses under those blankets myself!”
I stood up, moved to the middle of the room, took one of the blankets in my mouth, and shook it open. I was just glad Rainbow had kept her mouth shut about what we’d done the other day. Guess that kind of shenanigans were no big deal to her.
The thin silver blankets were surprisingly warm. Cheerilee and Trouble made sure they were in between Caramel and me. Just to drive the point of how they felt about us right now home, it was me against Trouble, and Cheerilee against Caramel.
Rainbow turned to go. “Are you going to be okay out there, Rainbow?” asked Cheerilee.
Rainbow just chuckled. “Seriously?” And she pushed her goggles down over her eyes and leapt into the sky.
The awkward silence returned.
“I thought I was bad. But these two are a walking disaster area,” rumbled Trouble Shoes, after we’d been lying there for a while.
“They are indeed,” sighed Cheerilee, resting her head against Trouble’s shoulder. “What do you think we should do with them?”
I put my hooves over my ears. I didn’t want to listen to this. It didn’t help, though. I could still hear them.
“Reckon we got two choices. Option one is, we kick ’em to the curb. They’ll land on their hooves. Probably they’ll wind up together, which would be fine. The little sluts deserve each other.”
“Do you think we’d miss them?” asked Cheerilee. She sounded sad. I guess that was a point in my favor?
“Well, Caramel does have his endearing qualities. Though days like this, they are few and far between. It’s what I get for going after good looks rather than moral character.”
I craned my neck to look at Caramel for some support, but he was watching the rain with a hangdog expression on his face. So I went back to listening to the other two other ponies discussing my fate.
Cheerilee said, “And what’s our other choice? Learn to share?”
Trouble nodded. “They can’t keep their hooves off each other. If we want ’em, it’ll have to be on those terms. Does seem like we’d be letting them off the hook awfully easy, if we did that, though.”
“I very much agree, Mister Shoes. And I can’t escape the feeling that if Macintosh had been honest with us, and with himself, none of this ever would have happened.”
“You speak as though you have a particular plan in mind, Miss Lee.”
“Indeed I do. Listen closely and tell me what you think.”
———
“Now, everyone remember, this is a game,” Cheerilee reminded us. “You don’t have to play if you don’t want to.”
We were at her apartment, the next day. The cabin would have been better, being more secluded, but it was still cold and wet there. So we’d cleared her living room and drawn the blinds, and we were going to do something even I was a little uncomfortable with. I couldn’t believe this had been Cheerilee’s idea. I should have learned from Fluttershy that the ponies who seemed to be the most innocent often weren’t.
“You sure you want to watch this, Cheerilee?” I said, eyeing Trouble Shoes, who was making quiet, slobbery love to my mane and neck.
“Of course not. If I knew I was going to like it, we wouldn’t have to do it.” Cheerilee was checking Caramel’s bonds. “You have enough circulation, there, sweetheart?”
“Mgnh mky,” Caramel replied around his ball gag.
“Oh good. You boys keep an eye on him while I make the popcorn.”
I watched Cheerilee’s plump, delicious plot jiggle as she bounced happily out of the room. I shivered, wishing I could hit that tonight. Not that Trouble’s attention was unwelcome. His tongue traced the edge of my shoulder blade from point to top, soaking the fur. I bit my lip and stifled a moan, glancing over at where Caramel was trussed up on the couch. His face looked worried, but judging by his erection, he was having a fine time.
“Bet you wish you could have first crack at this, don’t you, Caramel?” Trouble began to nibble slowly up the line of my throat. He ran one massive hoof over my breast and down in between my belly and my very, very hard cock. “But he’s mine. My cock’s gonna be the first one up his virgin asshole, and all you’re gonna get is sloppy seconds.
“You boys had better be waiting for me!” called Cheerilee over the sound of popping popcorn from the kitchen.
Trouble lowered his lips to my ear. “I thought she was a virgin?”
“Technical virgin,” I replied. “You should see her collection of ‘romance’ novels.”
Cheerilee trotted back in with a bowl of popcorn balanced on her back. “Okay, you can go back to what you were doing.” She set the popcorn down on the couch, and climbed up after it.
I leaned my head against Trouble’s massive chest, and rubbed my cheek against his short, smooth fur. I looked down at his cock. It was big, but wasn’t much bigger than mine. Then again, ‘not much bigger than mine’ still means ridiculously huge. I held my nose near his wide, pulsing flare, and inhaled his scent.
I was one of those unlucky stallions who couldn’t do autofellatio, so with my hangups and all, I’d never had a dick in my mouth before. I honestly wasn’t sure where to start.
“Hey, Macintosh,” jeered Cheerilee, popping a few kernels of popcorn in her mouth, “are you going to suck it, or are you just going to stare at it all night?”
“Sthly,” mumbled Caramel.
I sighed and settled down onto my belly. If you’re new at something, sometimes you’ve got to start from the bottom. I pushed my muzzle up under Trouble Shoes’ balls, lifting one with my face, and snuffling the variety of interesting masculine scents down there.
“Caramel told me you were partial to the testicles,” rumbled Trouble, caressing my mane. I didn’t respond, but tapped him on the chest, having him roll back against the wall so that I could get better access to his plot. I laid my hooves on his big, strong ass cheeks, kneading at the hard flesh. I ran my tongue across the smooth, leathery skin of Trouble Shoes’ sack, and he let out a husky moan. I opened my mouth and sucked a ball into it, wetting the skin down with my drool. His balls were huge, as big as grapefruits, and one of them barely fit in my mouth.
“You ready?” Trouble asked, tapping the shaft of his dick with a hoof, making it waggle.
I pushed myself up on my knees and took a deep breath. “Eyup.” And I pushed my mouth over the edge of his flare, and instantly fell in love. His flesh was hot and salty and wonderfully smooth in my mouth. His thighs shivered against my forelegs as I pushed down, seeing how much of him I could fit.
I felt a new appreciation for ponies like Caramel and Cheerilee who could fit me in their mouth deeply enough to make me come. I can eat a pie in two bites, and my jaw was already aching from being pushed open by Trouble’s massive dick. He was already getting a little out of control — his hips started to thrust, and the head of his cock surged past my tongue into the back of my throat, making me gag. I pulled off of him, coughing and spraying spit and pre, and thumped him in the belly.
“Easy,” I croaked, but I leaned forward to get him in my mouth again. I felt his flare with my tongue, familiarizing myself with every curve and angle, making note of the places that made him twitch and moan.
“He is so fucking hot,” rumbled Trouble, ruffling the back of my mane as I bobbed on his dick.
Cheerilee had one hoof slipped discreetly behind her popcorn bowl, moving gently. “Just think — he’s been holding himself back from this his whole life.”
“He definitely seems to enjoy this,” said Trouble, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek, “but I’m getting a yearning for a bit more vigorous action, if you take my meaning.”
Cheerilee giggled and waved her free hoof in a circle. “Macintosh, be a dear and turn around for the nice stallion.”
I lifted my head, several strings of drool linking my lip and Trouble’s magnificent flare, and blinked at Cheerilee. This was the bit I’d been dreading. Not that Trouble wasn’t hot, and that I didn’t, on a deep, secret level, want to be taken and owned. It was just that he was really big, and I was scared it would hurt. I knew I was being silly: Caramel assured me that in spite of his reputation for chaos, Trouble was a gentle and skillful top, but that didn’t make me any less nervous.
Still, I did want to try it. I turned around, parallel to the couch so Cheerilee and Caramel could get a good look at us, and kneeled obediently, haunches up in the air, face near the floor.
“There’s a good little mare,” rumbled Trouble, stroking my ass and then using it to lever himself upright. In the process, he somehow managed to bump the end table by the door. A vase of flowers fell to the floor and shattered. I winced.
“No! Leave it! I’ll get it later,” shouted Cheerilee as Trouble moved to go clean it up.
Trouble pulled over a bucket of Twilight’s animal birthing agent (Cheerilee had one on hoof, interestingly enough) and lubed himself up.
I nuzzled the inside of his foreleg as he stepped over me, and he leaned his head down, nibbling at my ear and licking my cheek. “Just relax, little filly. Trouble’s gonna take good care of you.” I felt his flare stroke the inside of my cheeks, prodding for the opening, then pushing up under the dock of my tail. I felt his powerful hips bearing down on me, but he just wound up shoving me across the floor.
Trouble looked up at Cheerilee and Caramel gloomily. “He’s all clenched up. I can’t get in.” What was wrong with me? Trouble’s cock wasn’t that much bigger than mine, and tiny little Fluttershy had taken me up her ass with the greatest of ease. I sighed. I was a coward. A dirty anal coward.
“Bear down, Honey. Like Caramel told you,” said Cheerilee. “Don’t worry about making a poop. We cleaned you out, remember?”
Trouble nudged me again, and I clenched my eyes, and muttered our agreed-upon safeword. “Nope.” They’d all thought they were pretty funny when they’d picked that one out.
Trouble immediately backed off, and Cheerilee wiped her left hoof on her hip and unbuckled Caramel’s gag.
“What’s up, Boss?” asked Caramel as I sat up. I glanced down at my floppy dick and felt like I was ruining the evening.
“Can Caramel take me instead? I know this is kind of supposed to be our punishment, but… I really want him to be my first.”
“Of course!” said Cheerilee.
“Hell yeah, Boss! I mean, I was sort of looking forward to being cuckolded, but we can role-play that later.” He turned to Cheerilee. “Could you get my legs, please?”
“You know, technically I think we’re all being cuckolded anyway,” said Cheerilee, fumbling with the ropes around Caramel’s legs.
I watched that lovely little twink slide sensually off the couch, ball gag still dangling around his neck. He looked good in anything. He stretched out, first pulling out his mareishly wide haunches, then hiking them up in the air, showing off their muscular curves. I slapped my dick against my belly — it sure wasn’t soft any more. We kissed briefly, and I turned away from him, lifting my tail. He slid his tongue underneath the dock, and began worshiping my ponut, running his tongue around it, then over the pucker. When it was nice and wet, he spread my ass cheeks with his hooves and begin pushing his nose in, slowly spreading me open. “Oh, nice and clean,” he purred. I pushed out, opening up for him, and he slid his muzzle inside. There was no discomfort at all as he fucked me with his face, pushing in and out up to his heavy equine jaw and broad cheekbones.
“Caramel, you nasty, nasty boy,” rumbled Trouble Shoes, leaning against the couch and stroking his heavily lubed dick with both leathery hooves.
Cheerilee had set aside her popcorn bowl and was rubbing her flower with both hooves, one pressing at her clit, the other rubbing roughly at her pouty pink pussy lips. “Oh, this is better than Fifty Grades of Hay.”
Caramel grinned at them, and got up to rub his dick against Trouble’s, smearing it with plenty of lube. Then he walked back to where I lay with my hind legs bent so that my ass was in the air. He slid over me and kissed me lightly on the ear. “You ready, Boss?”
“Eyup.”
And he slid inside me. I gasped, marveling at the strange new sensation of being penetrated. Caramel’s long, slim cock probed deep inside me, feeling like it was filling my whole belly, stroking places I hadn’t even known could give me pleasure. He easily pushed in up to his balls, so that his were knocking against mine with every thrust.
“Oh, Boss, Boss, Boss!” moaned Caramel. He wrapped his forelegs around my belly, and hammered me hard. So this was what it felt like, for him, all those times I’d taken him. I could already feel his thrusts becoming more desperate, and I knew he’d be coming soon.
“Caramel. I love you, Caramel!” I screamed, loud enough for the neighbors to hear, I’m sure. I glanced over at the couch — Cheerilee was upside down, hooves hanging down beside her head, using gravity to pull her haunches down so that she could hoof herself, ramming in up to the fetlock over and over again. I was gonna like being married to her.
“I’m gonna come, Boss,” moaned Caramel. “In or on?”
“On,” I grunted, “and then Trouble better be ready. I want more.”
Caramel pulled out of me with graceful ease, leaving me feeling empty but well used. He screamed, and I felt him squirting on my ass, hot ropes of semen spraying over my cutie marks.
“Hey, look, guys. Caramel apples!” said the little brown stallion, giggling to himself as he staggered back giddily. I heard a strangled scream from Cheerilee that told me she’d made herself come, and I could see both her hooves working more and more frantically as she went for a second one. Then Trouble stepped up, obscuring my view.
My asshole was still gaping from Caramel, so Trouble just nudged his slimy member right in. He felt as big as a train back there, and my ponut ached a little from the extra girth, but not in a bad way. He lay down over me, covering me with his hot, heavy body, and started thrusting. Caramel’s cum squeaked in between our bodies, smearing from my ass onto his belly. He bit my ear hard, making erotic pain lance through my body, and started pounding me with craftsman-like precision. Held in place by one ear, I was deliciously helpless as he used me, pinned down with that magnificent dick up my ass.
The masturbating mare on the couch was kicking the wall with delirious pleasure — either that or the neighbors were banging on it to get us to quiet down. A fresh wave of pain shot through my ear as Trouble bit down on it, drawing blood, and I felt his cock pulse inside of me, filling me with wave after wave of seed from those giant balls.
“I need to come,” I moaned, as Trouble pulled gently out of me. I rolled onto my back, cum from my ass smearing the floor, and more pouring out of my gaping ponut into the hair of my tail. My balls were aching with cum, so full they were sore to the touch, but I didn’t have to wait long. Caramel was on top of me like lightning, straddling me, pushing his ass down onto my throbbing, desperate cock, taking me in dry in his haste to service me. He planted his hooves on my chest to balance himself, and I watched his firm ass cheeks bounce up and down on my dick. Trouble squirmed in behind us, licking the cum off my tail and balls. He didn’t seem brave enough to go for the pools I could feel cooling in my still-open ass, but I didn’t blame him.
Over on the couch, Cheerilee was thumping a hoof against her ass cheeks, presumably trying to figure out a way to get a hoof in there, too.
Trouble sucked both of my leathery balls into his big mouth, and suddenly I was shooting in Caramel. The release of tension was so intense that I blacked out for a few seconds, and the next thing I knew, both of the stallions were pressed up against me. We were all kissing and stroking and cuddling, and soon Cheerilee was in there too, a blissful, post-orgasmic smile on her face as she leaned in from above to take a turn sucking on my tongue. She cuddled in with us, heedless of all the cum she was getting on her fur. “Macintosh,” she purred, “You are going to the travel agent and booking us a boat to Prance first thing tomorrow morning.”
“A boat ride is gonna take forever,” I moaned, thinking of a week or more of blue balls before we arrived.
“Captains can perform weddings, you fool,” she said. So I cuddled in deeper against the bodies of the ponies I loved, cum and sweat drying on our bodies.
And for the first time in a month, everything was all right.