Husbandhooves Social
It’d felt good to say those things to Apple Bloom. You think you’ve gotta do all these things to be a stallion. Be strong. Be hard. Endure in silence. But then you find out that letting your guard down for a little while takes more strength than any of that stoic shit.
Anyway. That’s not what this story’s about.
The turnip fields were coming along nicely. Less than a year ago they’d been all rocks and weeds and broken fences. But three strong ponies — four, when school was out — were more than a match for those things, and now the fields were full of little green tops waving in the warm August breeze. I crested the last little hill before the river, and our house on the island came into view. There was another thing that’d been different a year before. It’d been a tumbledown wreck last fall, and now it was a cute little blue cottage with a red roof and flower boxes on the windows. A bit small for four ponies, and it’d be way too small when Cheerilee went off her birth control spells after the turnip crop came in, but there was room on the island to expand it.
But the best thing that was different from this time last year was that there were two stallions in front of that house, and they both belonged to me. Well, to each other, too, but that wasn’t a problem. I could see them lounging there, sipping lemonade, covered in glistening fresh sweat from a hard day in the fields. I thought about their bodies — about Caramel’s soft ass that gave Cheerilee a run for her money in the ‘big and pretty’ department, and about Trouble’s hard lines and quiet, gentle power. I thought about the taste of their cum — each one different in a way I couldn’t put my hoof on. I grinned. It had been a few days since I’d had a chance to get off, and I was gettin’ hard just looking at two little dots half a mile away. I hoped Cheerilee took a little while longer at the schoolhouse getting ready for school to start.
They looked up at me as I drew close and clopped across the little bridge we’d made to the island, and they smiled. They smiled a little too wide. “I declare, if it isn’t hotter than the business end of a prize hog today!” said Trouble in the closest he could manage to a high-pitched voice.
“And yet,” said Caramel, fanning himself with a hoof, “I feel the presence of the one and only Apple cousin Orchard Blossom among us like a cool breeze.”
I froze like a rabbit in the middle of a fallow field when a fox comes by.
Sorry. Still doing the Orchard Blossom thing in my head. Let me try that again.
I froze. Yup, that’s more like it.
Caramel set his lemonade down, and got to his hooves. My nostrils flared at the familiar smell of his sweat as he walked close to me. He circled around me, soft haunches sliding against my body like a cat strutting. His grin was like a cat’s, too. Like a cat that’d cornered a mouse.
Trouble smirked. “Yes, the fine and sassy Orchard Blossom, jewel of the Apple family line, for indeed she is a prize specimen, as famous for her beauty and fine physical features as she is for her loquacious turns of phrase."
“You heard,” I said.
“We did,” said Trouble Shoes. “And we wanted to know, is she still in town? ‘Cause we’d sure like to meet her.”
“What do you think?” said Caramel, getting back around to my front and batting his eyelashes at me. “Could she find the time to grace us with her presence?”
I gulped, and hoped Cheerilee would get home soon.
———
“No, you can’t!” shouted Cheerilee from the kitchen.
“Aw, come on,” begged Caramel. “Why not?”
“Because my popcorn’s not ready!” replied Cheerilee.
I was standing in the middle of our living room, feeling naked without my yoke on. Not that I was naked. Rather the opposite. Cheerilee had, apparently on her own initiative, stopped at Sweet Apple Acres for my Orchard Blossom things on the way home from the schoolhouse. Small town rumors travel fast, I guess.
“Can we at least do his makeup?” said Caramel. Trouble held up a tube of lipstick hopefully.
“No! You don’t know how to do it right!”
“But we do! Caramel does drag, and I do it at work!” said Trouble.
“No you don’t,” said Cheerilee, sticking her head out from the kitchen door, her words backed by the soft sound of popping kernels. “Caramel, you look like a whore when you do drag. And Trouble, you only know how to put on clown makeup. Orchard Blossom is a lady.” She ducked back into the kitchen to do popcorn things.
My husbands shrugged, and without discussing it came to the agreement that they would spend the time until Cheerilee was done making out with me. They sauntered over to me, saucy grins on their faces. Caramel’s tongue slid across my lips, and I opened my mouth for him. He darted in with teasing little licks that made my mouth tingle, so I grabbed his tongue with my teeth and sucked on it. Trouble licked the side of my face like a friendly dog, leaving my coat wet. I groaned, let go of Caramel, and took that big slab of stallion face-meat in my mouth.
Cheerilee slapped me on the butt as she walked over to the cushions with her popcorn. “See, that’s how you boys ought to use your time. That’s what I like to see.”
I watched my plump, perfect little wife as she set down her popcorn and came around to my front holding the makeup kit. “You do look lovely in a dress,” she said.
“And you always look pretty.” I grabbed Cheerilee and kissed her, rubbing my lips against hers, and pushed my tongue inside when she opened her mouth. She shivered. The stallions around us stomped and snorted.
“Enough straight crap!” whined Carmel. “We’re horny! We can’t wait!”
Cheerilee broke the kiss, her lips glistening with my spit. “Right. Makeup,” she said.
“Eyup,” I rumbled. My cock was so hard it ached, tangled up in the petticoats under my dress, hot and hard and drooling pre into the fabric. Caramel and Trouble circled us as my wife patted blush over my freckles and painted my eyelashes and eyelids. I saw their cocks slapping their bellies out of the corners of my eyes as she drew the lipstick across my lips.
“There,” she whispered. “You’re beautiful. I don’t know about the wig though.”
“Somethin’ to hold on to,” observed Trouble shoes, crowding in. “Let us at him.”
Cheerilee giggled, and gave each of my husbands a quick, chaste peck on the cheek before bouncing over to her cushions and popcorn. “Okay, now wreck my work, boys! I want to see her utterly despoiled!”
The stallions closed in around me. Trouble pushed down on my croup, forcing me to my hocks. Both of them were hard as rocks, fully flared and drooling. I reached up to stroke them, and Caramel gently pushed my hooves down. “Just your mouth, Orchard, honey. Like a good whore.”
I heard Cheerilee giggle. “She's not a whore! She’s a lady!”
"Could have fooled me," said Trouble.
“She’s a lady who’s about to get a faceful of stallion meat, is what she is,” said Trouble.
Both stallions’ cocks were bouncing against my face. I opened my mouth, taking in Caramel — the easier mouthful by far. He groaned and reared up, gripping my wig for support as his meaty little haunches began to churn. His shaft pushed into my mouth, taking advantage of its relatively small size and my total lack of a gag reflex to push deep. His flare slid down my throat, deeper with every thrust. I caressed his medial ring with my tongue until it, too, had vanished inside of me, and his balls were smacking my chin.
“Oh! Oh, she sucks so good!” moaned Caramel.
“Don’t hog her,” groused Trouble.
“No. I wanna nut. I wanna nut in her throat,” whined Caramel.
“Too soon!” shouted Cheerilee. I felt popcorn bouncing off my butt. “Let Trouble have a turn!”
Caramel whimpered, but Trouble lifted him up and slid him out of me. I crossed my eyes to watch his shaft sliding out of my lips, dripping wet.
“I do declare,” I said, voice hoarse from being throatfucked, “You boys are… powerfully passionate lovers.”
“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet, ma’am.” rumbled Trouble. “Would you do me the honor of letting me pound your face?”
I gulped. “Well, if you insist.” His cock was bumping my nose, thick as most pony’s hooves. A strand of pre drooled across my snout. I didn’t know if I was ever going to get used to his size. “You’re a strapping fellow, aren’t you?” I said.
“Biggest you’ll ever see,” said Trouble. “Want a taste?”
“Why, don’t mind if I do!” I leaned forward and ran my painted lips along the rim of his flare. It was salty, and redolent with stallion musk and pre-cum. His massive body shivered above me. I groaned, and licked across the end, scooping up pre from the little tube poking out the end and swallowing.
“Don’t… just tease… you nasty little slut. Put it in your mouth,” rumbled Trouble.
I did my best. The flare was wider than my lips, but I pushed and strained and managed to pop it inside. A massive spurt of pre shot across my tongue as a reward. His hips started pumping, and he dove to the back of my mouth. I tapped on his balls to make him slow down.
“Sorry, hon,” he rumbled.
“Mngh o kmph.” I said.
I bobbed my head back and forth, enjoying the feeling of his massive flare all mushed up inside my mouth. His medial ring, over half a foot away, taunted me. I wanted to get it at least up against my lips, but I’d never succeeded. This time was no different. I sucked him deeper and deeper, until there was no room any more, and he was mashed up against the top of my throat. Then I gagged. We both pulled back, spit splashing my neck and dress as he popped free.
“Sorry. Sorry. I’m so sorry,” he said, leaning down to nuzzle me. “You okay?”
“Eyup,” I said, coughing a little.
“You need anything?” he said.
“Glass of water and your dick up my ass. If I may be so bold.” I said, returning to character.
Cheerilee got me a drink while Caramel helped Trouble lift the skirts of my dress up over my ass.
“Lord have mercy she’s got a big butt,” said Caramel.
“You’re one to talk,” said Trouble. He poked my bottom with a hoof. “Pretty hard one, though.”
“With just the right amount of jiggle,” agreed Caramel.
“She’s got pretty big balls, too. I mean, for a lady,” said Trouble.
“Or anypony, honestly. Wanna suck ‘em?” said Caramel.
“I do,” rumbled Trouble.
I laid my head on my forehooves and put my ass in the air for them, legs spread so they could get their big stallion muzzles in there. “Faust have mercy,” I groaned, as two soft snouts nuzzled my tight sack, and two hot tongues lifted their heavy cargo.
They drooled and slobbered all over them, and then the skin was soaking wet. Then Trouble sucked them both into his mouth. A shiver went through me from croup to withers.
“Oh. My. Gosh. What a slut. Do you like it when they suck your balls?” taunted Cheerilee.
“Oh indubitably, sir! Indubitably!” It was hot and tight in Trouble’s mouth. His tongue juggled my balls, and his big, flat teeth gave a wonderful edge of fear to the experience. “Caramel. Caramel, I do… Aw buck, suck me off Caramel. I gotta come. I gotta come so bad.” I was getting too horny to stay in character. I tried to slap my dick against my belly, but it was all tangled in my petticoats, and all I got was silky teasing.
“Naw,” said Caramel, walking around to stand over my face. “You’re gonna suck me.” I couldn’t say no. His silky shaft was drooling and hard, and his balls looked painfully full, aching for release. I pushed my front up and opened my mouth for him, letting him plunge into my aching throat and start fucking my face.
Behind me, Trouble had popped my balls out of his mouth and backed away. I heard him and my wife talking quietly behind me, and I heard the clink of glass. Cheerilee was oiling him up. I took as deep a breath as I could with an eager little stallion plowing my throat, and tried to prepare my body.
Trouble kissed me under the tail, tongue circling my ponut and getting it soaking wet. Then I felt Cheerilee’s hoof slide over it, soaking it with lube. Trouble’s chest and barrel slid across my croup. There was a bit of bumbling as he and Caramel tried to find a position that would fit them both. We wound up with Trouble almost standing next to me, with one hoof on the floor and the other draped over Caramel’s back. It worked. I felt him surge forward, and I bore down, opening myself to him. It was a challenge. He mashed against my ass for several minutes, Cheerilee holding him in place while he pushed. But soon I felt his flare sliding inside me, spreading me open, and diving deep. He shouted as he felt me around him, and I yelped around Caramel’s cock. His dick rammed into me, making my ass and insides ache with a wonderful fullness.
It took a lot of thrusting, wriggling and grunting, but eventually Trouble’s balls were resting on mine, and his sheath was squished up against my ponut. Caramel was humping my face like a horny hound, groaning and loudly licking Trouble’s sides. Cheerilee has given up on being an observer — I could feel her stroking my butt, and risking life and limb to get a few licks at my balls in.
“You wanna feel where it goes in?” said Trouble.
“If you don’t mind,” said Cheerilee. “I”d love to.”
I have to admit I always felt a little jealous when Cheerilee was touching my husbands. Not that Trouble wasn’t a colt cuddler born, but Cheerilee loved the dick, and she was touching his. Still, it was share and share alike in this marriage, and it felt nice, hearing her groan as she wrapped her hooves around Trouble’s shaft.
“Oh, yow," she said. "It’s just going right in there, isn’t it. Her ponut’s stretched so thin!”
“She sure likes it up the ass, that’s for certain,” huffed Trouble.
“I can see that!” Cheerilee’s hooves wandered from my ponut to my ass cheeks and balls. “Do you colts mind finishing up soon? I’m getting a powerful hankering to take Orchard Blossom for a spin myself.”
“Not gonna be a problem,” moaned Trouble Shoes. His trusts were growing as frantic and irregular. Caramel was making desperate, high-pitched noses, jamming his dick down my throat harder and harder.
“Come on her face,” said Cheerilee. “Come on her face!”
“Unf,” said Caramel, and yanked his cock out of my throat, making it feel empty and raw. He grabbed me by one ear, and started pumping his cock hard against his other hoof. Jets of white goo splashed into my eyes, temporarily blinding me. I felt more hot slime piling up on top of my muzzle. Trouble jammed himself forward until it felt like his cock was up under my ribs, and screamed, his whole body shaking. I felt his cock pulsing as it squirted inside of me.
“Get him a mirror,” said Cheerilee. “Show him what he looks like.”
I blinked, trying to get ropes of cum dangling from my eyelashes out of my way. Caramel held up the makeup mirror. My wig was knocked half off, spiky blonde mane sticking out from underneath. My makeup was smeared across my face, especially around the mouth.
“I declare!” I said, wincing as Trouble laid me down on my side and began the long, slow process of pulling his colossal hose out of my ass, “I look… I look…”
“Like a filthy whore,” said Caramel, grinning like a fool.
“Beautiful,” said Cheerilee, rifling through my skirts and petticoats for my cock. “Perfect.”
I felt the air on my dick, soon followed by the wetness of Cheerilee’s pussy against the flare.
“Do you want me the normal way, or under the tail?” she asked, blushing and smiling.
I raised an eyebrow. “I have a choice?” Going up Cheerilee’s ass was a rare treat — not that I didn’t get my fill of that with my husbands — and I wondered why she was asking.
“I haven’t seen Twilight yet this month. I’m late for my spells ,” said Cheerilee. “I don’t think I’m in heat, but… We could try to make a foal anyway. It happens out of season, sometimes.”
“Hunh?” said Caramel.
“What?” said Trouble, still halfway up my ass.
“Damn.” I said. Cheerilee’s pussy suddenly seemed like the only place I wanted to be.
“Family vote,” said Caramel.
“Aye,” said Trouble, grinning.
“Please,” begged Cheerilee.
“Eyup.”
“Fine, fine,” said Caramel, rolling his eyes.
I hooked my hooves around Cheerilee’s croup, and pulled her fat bubble butt towards me. Face to face is a tough position to get into, but we’d been working at it for months, and I could ride her from any angle. Her pussy resisted my for a second, then popped open. The hot, silky flesh of her quim slid over me, and I pressed into her as deep as I’d go, making her squeal. Cheerilee and I kissed, my tongue muffling her cries as I jammed against the back wall of her pussy as hard as I could. My balls were boiling, wildly over-full. Caramel leaned down to scoop a mouthful of his own cum off my face, and shifted up to kiss Trouble, sharing the load with him. My mind went blank with pleasure as Cheerilee came, her pussy clenching my dick painfully hard with her powerful foal-bearing muscles. Joy and pleasure rocked me, shooting out from my balls, making my ass clench around Trouble's limp hose. My cum surged, filling what little space there was in Cheerilee’s pussy, and squirting out of it, around my dick and across the insides of her thighs.
“Oh damn,” I groaned, as the raw pleasure faded, leaving me with the glow of love and the odd mix of shame and pride that I get after I do kinky stuff. “Damn that was good.”
“It’s good to be the center of attention, ain’t it, guy?” said Trouble, pulling off my wig and ruffling my mane.
“Look,” said Cheerilee. “Look at my tummy!”
All three of us stallions looked down at her. The glory of my limp cock still jammed in Cheerilee’s puffy purple pussy was probably lost on my gay-assed husbands, but all of us could see her belly, puffed out like she’d just eaten a whole Hearths Warming dinner by herself.
“Is that from my cum?” I rumbled. My eyes were so wide I felt like they were going to fall out of my head.
Cheerilee nodded. “I think so! You were pretty pent up, I guess.”
“Wow,” said Caramel.
“If there’s an egg anywhere in there, I’m guessing it’s fertilized,” said Trouble.
“Hooves crossed,” said Cheerilee.
We lay puddled in a pile of tangled legs, sweat and cum for a long time. Then we all took baths, took turns petting Cheerilee’s belly, and went to bed. And that was mostly it for the evening. Though later that night, I filled Cheerilee’s tummy up again. Just to be on the safe side.