Meteor Gleam's coltfriend just got a job at the Cloudsdale Weather Factory, and it's totally killed their sex life. Maybe she should investigate. She won't like what she finds...
All seven milking machines fed their output into this beaker, which was how it had come to be nearly full of the delicious beverage known as pony cum.
Meteor Gleam: *licks lips*
“Meteor!” he whimpered. “Meteor!” Whether he meant “Meteor, please save me!” or “Meteor, I’m pretending this is you!” didn’t matter. Meteor Gleam’s heart surged with the power of friendship. He hadn’t forgotten her! Even here, under the weirdest kind of sexual torture, he was calling out her name.
True love!
“The way I see it,” Orange told the other stallions, “we’re screwed, so we might as well enjoy this.” He gazed lustfully at Meteor Gleam. “If you don’t mind, that is.” “I guess not...” Meteor Gleam admitted. “You guys are kind of cute... but Peri’s the cutest, of course!”
I like they way the pones think!
“Your pussy’s so damn gorgeous. I want to lick you all day! And not just because I’m super dehydrated!” “C-can I call you ‘Mommy?’” “Guys, no! That’s my Meteor! Stop it! She’s too pure to be lewded!”
Too pure? Are we talking about the same mare?
Only one thing let her hold onto her last tiny fragment of hope: there was still one chapter to go...
Meteor Gleam: *licks lips*
True love!
I like they way the pones think!
Too pure? Are we talking about the same mare?
I truly love this ending!