But outside, his hooves moved certainly, and nopony could tell him from a confident stud walking up to the counter and getting ready to order. Either a drink, or one of the two mares already eyeing him like a new menu item.
Or maybe one drink and two mares...
"Couldn't you even wait until we'd gotten in the door?" Spitfire asked, taking off her sunglasses and putting them on the table below her keys.
: "No chance!"
"Yeah yeah, Rainbow Dash is as wet as ever... you know she comes in ten seconds flat, right?" "Do not!" Dash yelled, putting a hoof in Rumble's mane and running it through sensuously, her hips still moving on autopilot.
"Buck," Spitfire said finally, eyeing the aftermath of her extra-size creampie. "Maybe we shoulda used protection..." "Just hit Twilight up tomorrow for a morning after spell," Rainbow Dash quipped, yawning and eyeing the load of splooge as it dripped from Spitfire's pussy onto the couch like a a sex-themed waterfall.
: "Not this again..." : "If you keep doing this I may 'accidentally' cast an fertility spell instead..."
Or maybe one drink and two mares...
: "No chance!"
: "Not this again..."
: "If you keep doing this I may 'accidentally' cast an fertility spell instead..."