Catch of the Day
“OI! Open up ya fuckin’ cunts, I got some fresh fish for dinner!” Rolling shouted gruffly, pounding on the front door of the Washouts’ dingy old clubhouse – an abandoned auto garage on the rougher side of town that had been bought up and repurposed as the team’s hangout and stunt-inventing lab. Makeshift cots laid in one corner of the main room, and crudely-drawn blueprints of stunt equipment and aerial maneuvers were scribbled on standing whiteboards in another. There was little in the way of amenities, to be sure - a testament to the Washouts’ dedication to outshining the professionally-trained Wonderbolts that had shunned them when they were up-and-coming fliers.
“Hold ya horses, ya impatient fuckin’...” Lightning Dust retorted as she yanked open the door, her perpetually-sassy Fillydelphia accent trailing off into a dumbfounded, utterly confused, and partially scaroused stare once she noticed the pale-white mare slung across her Washout cohort’s shoulder. “Uhh, Rollin’...I dunno if you noticed, but fish don’t usually got legs. What kinda freaky shit they got in the water here in Coltstralia?” Squinting to get a closer look at the rear-end of the surfer’s “catch of the day,” Lightning didn’t wait for Rolling to answer before adding on more questions. “And why’s her cooch totally stuffed?”
“Might’ve indulged in a bit of before-dinner snacking, but don’cha worry bout that, mate...she’s got plenty’a appetite.” Rolling responded, snickering at jokes only she knew the context to. Groaning with effort as the weight on her shoulder started to squirm, the last of her patience had evaporated. “Now will ya get out the fuckin’ way already, this little strumpet’s not exactly light!”
“Alright, shit, c’mon, just put ‘er somewhere that she won’t leak your jizz everywhere...” Lightning grumbled, holding the door open for the mare as she hefted the half-conscious shark-pony off of her shoulder – unceremoniously laying her out on the dinner table for the two mares to ogle openly. “Damn, not a bad catch...nicely muscled, but still enough boobs there to fill your palm. Cute face and ass, too. Mmph. A solid seven or eight outta ten.”
“I ain’t no bloody fishermare, LD. Besides, I mentioned you were even more hung than I am and she practically jumped into the ute...”
“Nah, but you’re definitely a fishfucker if nothin’ else. And, wait, you what? Dammit Rollin’, you know I hate you spreading info like that around! If everyone knows I’m packin’ then I miss the look on some stallion or mare’s face when I drop trou in fronta’ em and pitch a flagpole long enough for ‘em to hang their clothes dry on...” Dust lamented. The casual mention of just how immense her cock was caused the barely-coherent shark-pony’s ears to twitch in interest, although neither dickmare really noticed.
“There’s only so many times you’re gonna get to do that regardless, Dusty. Like it or not, you do somethin’ like that enough times, you’re gonna build a reputation for it. People talk, and us Washouts already have a shady rep as it is.” Rolling cautioned, rolling her shoulder to work out the kink that carrying over a hundred pounds of shark-pony had put into it.
Waving the mare off with a tch, Lightning turned her attention back to the blue-and-orange maned sharkpony lying sopping wet across the clubhouse’s dining room table. The mare stank of a mix of seawater and Rolling’s thick cum, which oozed from her reddened slit and pooled beneath it on the table. “Ugh, Rolling! We eat on there!” The mare groaned in exasperation, shoulders sagging.
“And my jizz is edible...yer point, ya daft cunt?” Rolling grumbled, arms crossed defensively.
“Ugh, gross...whatever...let’s just spitroast this weird fish-pony already. My balls are throbbin’.” Gripping the zipper of her bomber jacket, Lightning shed the heavy coat and draped it over the back of a dining chair. Underneath the jacket, the mare wore a tight-fitting black sports bra, showing off her muscular arms and abs while also squishing her respectably large breasts against her chest. Lightning’s highly visible bulge strained against the crotch of her black skinny jeans, which the mare quickly popped the button on and allowed her prodigious equipment to spring free of its confines – as usual for a mare as boisterous and cocksure as Lightning Dust was, she’d gone commando. Not that anypony could really blame her - it was hard enough keeping that rampaging trouser snake under control without underoos getting in the way.
If Gulf thought Rolling was well-muscled, the wirey and foul-mouthed Coltstralian mare had nothing on her turquoise cohort's sheer aura of Amarezonian might. Chiseled abs hard enough to grate cheese on, a buxom and entrancing pair of breasts, and a firm athletic ass were just some of the reasons to fall in love with Dust's body...but chief among any of those factors was the throbbing, bucking, eagerly twitching length of horseflesh that jutted from her hips like a virile javelin of overwhelming masculinity, befitting its tomboyish source.
Gripping it near the root firmly in one hand as she waggled her length above Gulf's belly imploringly, Dust cackled as the shark-pony's eyes swiveled in their sockets, following the lewd vision of Dust's pre-drooling head like a hypnotic pendulum.
"Damn, looks like somepony sure is eager~" Lightning purred coquettishly. "I haven't seen somepony as cock-crazy as you since that one catbird groupie we spitroasted back in Griffonstone..."
"Ooh fuck yeah, I remember that crazy bitch. Absolute weapon in the sack but with an attitude to match. Bit like some other cheeky cunt I know...mmh, ooh~!" Rolling's teasing jab trailed off into a moan as Gulf's upside-down face pressed into her weighty nuts, nostrils flared wide to drink her in.
"Ey, fuck you too, Cragadile Thundee..." Lightning groaned, hips bucking forward involuntarily as the soft scales of Gulf's cushiony, cum-bloated underside massaged her length with unprecedented smoothness and warmth, cradling her immense fuckstick like the crown jewels of Coltstralian royalty. "Ooh, yeah...I'm gonna enjoy makin' this cute little belly of yours even bigger, li'l fish..."
A bold promise, to be sure. But one that Lightning would definitely make good on if those weighty nuts of hers were any indication. Untold liters of spunk churned within their depths, the ammunition for a barrage of lewd artillery that was about to bunker-bust the unscrupulous aquatic mare's well-ridden, fertile womb.
Without preamble or warning, Lightning began to press the broad flare of her cock into Gulf's plush, drooling slit, the pelvic fins at either side of her steamy opening spreading outwards in an exotic, visceral invitation. Each veined, heated inch that slid its way into Gulf was like a hot branding iron of pleasure pressing into her brain, making her eyes roll in their sockets as her tongue writhed against Rolling's plump nuts. Even now, those imposing orbs were working overtime to produce more of the thick essence that would inevitably find its way into one (or more) of Gulf's holes before the night was through. Slatternly moans oozed like honey from Gulf's fanged maw, buried as it was underneath Rolling's weighty package; the adorably feminine sound echoed sharply in the clubhouse's modest kitchen as Rolling and Lightning exchanged self-satisfied, cocksure grins.
Her reverie was intruded upon by the dull, meaty thwap of Rolling's dark-purple length flopping down onto her mane, drooling a trail of off-white pre that clung to her colorful locks in stark, pale splotches.
"Open ya mouth nice and wide for me, ya cunt...and watch those teeth, got it?" Rolling growled, her tone accepting no arguments and promising hellfire in return for disobedience.
Gulf's walls fluttered around Lightning's burrowing length from her words, the dominant demand hitting one of her weak spots. Rolling didn't wait for a response as she brought her crotch down to maw level, the fat tip of her length prodding Gulf's lips insistently as the musky aroma of that leaking pre drove her deeper into the rigors of lust.
Lightning's cock had already stuffed her full despite not even being all the way in yet, the dickmare's monstrous length giving her the stretching of a lifetime as it prized her deepest depths apart, demanding access - which it wholeheartedly received. An obscene outline made itself known through Gulf's tummy as Lightning continued to plunge herself deeper, a testament to Gulf's impressive stretchiness and Lightning's equally impressive endowments.
Both of them moaned heatedly as Lightning's fat cockhead plowed into the entrance to Gulf's womb, sending a sympathetic shudder down Rolling's spine as Gulf's throaty moans fluttered around that thick maremeat. Lightning bit her lip as the shark's stuffed tunnel clenched and fluttered fitfully around her cervix-grinding length, her orange-sized nuts still not resting against Gulf's pert asscheeks. The buff mare, unbelievably, still had more to give; perhaps a side-effect of not having anypony to mount her rampaging flagpole into for the past few months.
Doubt wasn’t just priming at the edges of that green lip of Lightning’s though; Gulf was no longer certain she could take all of the domineering stuntpony's length. Her taut, drooling flare was starting to knock at Gulf’s innermost entrance even with so much to embrace before meeting the thick ring of flesh near Lightning's base. But that decision was no longer up to her, and Gulf'd be lying to herself if she wasn't enticed by the brain-overloading prospect of having a cock shoved so far into her womb it could probably commune with her ovaries. As resistant as she might've been to the idea of being tied down by foals, the very idea of being pinned down and bred, without the barest hint of regard for her desires, had her in full-body tremors of debasement.
An outside observer would've been treated to a mouthwatering spectacle of utter debauchery, with that alluring sharkpony mare strung out over the dining table as two buff, hung, adrenaline-junkie stuntmares had their way with her at each end. Those twin bulges were creeping towards each other, yet the smile stretched around one of those members, and the pussy clenching hard at the other, was a testament to the depths of Gulf's hedonistic appetite.
Gulf's eyelids fluttered as Rolling shoved herself balls-deep into her eager maw with an unceremonious grunt. Soon, a gruff moan edged out of Rolling's throat as her cum-filled orbs slapped against Gulf's brow, filling her vision wholly with the taut, swaying, dark-purple orbs of the one utterly wrecking her throat.
"Mmh, fuck yeah! This little slut's gobby is the fuckin' best..." Rolling swore, her hands firmly wrapping around Gulf's throat to provide extra stimulation and a source of further debasement for the freshly-caught sharkpony.
"So tight! F-feels like she's gonna wring my damn dick off!" Dust exclaimed through clenched teeth, taking up a firm double-handed grope of Gulf's perky tits as she roughly kneaded their soft flesh. Her thick battering-ram of marish studcock jabbed insistently at Gulf's sensitive walls with each thrust, but the overwhelmed mare could do nothing but writhe aimlessly atop the creaking, shuddering table as she was brutally railed by two relentless, domineering she-studs.
Moments passed in incoherent blurs as Gulf lapsed into a fucked-silly stupor, eyes rolling in her head behind the lewd obstructions of Rolling's swaying sack as she began to feel the rhythmic, indescribably intense stimulation of Lightning's ring popping in and out of her well-used cunny.
"Damn, not many ponies've taken me to the ring before...I might just have to keep you~" LD purred, gritting her teeth as tremors of ecstasy rattled her to her core. "Fuck, getting close here..." She gradually picked up the pace of her thrusting as Gulf flopped like a ragdoll on the table, her body moving on autopilot as her brain became a passenger to pure reflex.
"Fuckin'...same..." Rolling choked out, voice strained as her thrusts into the tight throat-pussy enwrapping her length slowed in pace in a vain attempt to stave off her impending orgasm. Subconsciously, the two mares railing the ever-loving fuck out of the prone shark-pony began to synchronize their movements, one Washout retreating as the other bucked forward. A ceaseless symphony of moans, groans, smacks, and slurps emanating from the overworked and well-fucked fishpone as their movements became rougher, deeper, more demanding, until at last-
"Unnngh, oh shit..." Rolling exhaled breathlessly, shoving her way down Gulf's esophagus and holding herself there as the masculine mare's prodigious tip flared out like a saucer dish in the other mare's throat. The two sets of gills that adorned her neck flexed desperately in the steamy, musky haze surrounding her, pulling in desperate puffs of air as the greatest advantage of shark-pony blowjobs made itself known - her ability to keep breathing, even as her partner's thick futa load rocketed into her stomach.
Dark purple fingers wove themselves through the strands of her orange-and-blue mane as she relentlessly deepthroated the copiously-orgasming tool that'd already filled her other end once today, but every mare has their limits - and Gulf quickly found them, in spectacular fashion.
An odd, sputtering gurgle leaked from Gulf's maw as she shuddered around the cock stuffing her throat, and both dickmares' eyes flew wide as streamers of Rolling's jizz splattered out from her gills in messy, frothy streams. Neither mare had ever seen such a spectacle before - but they were certainly loving it if the way they returned to pounding her brains out with extra gusto immediately afterward was any indication. Those heavy, churning orbs that rested against her eyes twitched with renewed vitality as their payload jetted out of her gills and onto the floor below, having absolutely nowhere else to go and finding the path of least resistance to be her rather unique respiratory system.
That had its downsides, though - as hot as being forced to literally inhale her paramour's heady musk directly from the source was making her, with the air passing through the thick cum that clogged her gills, it also had the downside of not being a very effective means of continued breathing.
Gulf's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her gills flexed, greedy for air, but neither of the mares plowing her seemed to care much for her plight. Bursts of pressurized seed splattered sporadically from her gills with each of Rolling's balls-deep inward thrusts, the mare not letting up for a second in her rigorous throat-rutting despite already having released moments prior. The pinned, barely-conscious sharkpony shuddered and shook beneath their throat-swabbing, womb-stuffing assault, her neck and belly bulging in equal measure from the well-equipped Washout at each end of her.
Each inward thrust from that thick turquoise length stretching her insides sent a prominently visible bulge creeping up her belly, Lightning's immense maremeat making itself well-acquainted with her cervix and womb with each body-quaking plunge inwards.
"Luna damn, this fishy slit is too fuckin' tight..." The mare hissed through clenched teeth, her grip on the mare's full, palm-able breasts migrating down to her trim, tautly-muscled grey hips as she sought better purchase for deeper and more vigorous thrusts. "Gonna make you into a stuffed filet, bitch! Rrragh!"
Feral grunts and growls leaking from Lightning’s throat as Gulf felt that broad, flared tip start to pulse, flex, and buck against her strained cervix. Lightning's already firm grip on her hips tightened almost painfully as Gulf brought her legs up and wrapped them around the other mare's waist with all her remaining strength, her body pleading and begging for every last drop her mate was willing to give her...and Lightning was certainly more than willing to provide.
"Take my Fat. Fuckin'. Load!" Her lustful exclamation was punctuated by three vigorous, back-arching slams against Gulf's deepest barrier, and on that final, exultant plunge...Lightning's hefty nuts slapped into the shark mare's blue-speckled ass with erotic finality, just as they began to rhythmically tense and clench against Gulf's thoroughly-claimed slit. The Washout's balls churned audibly with each violent cumspray, the buff mare biting her lip as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her legs shuddered under the strain as every muscle in her body tensed and spasmed rhythmically with each monumental gout of her release.
Not even Rolling’s slit-stuffing could compare to Lightning's voluminous breeder-sized load, that pale-grey scaled tummy expanding to an alarming, yet undeniably erotic size as her straining scales took on a warm pinkish hue. She was long past the point of caring whether the domineering futa had knocked her up or not - if part of having pups was getting dicked like that, she'd be more than willing to take the consequences, over and over and over! Her body was clearly in agreement with her hormonal, lust-induced thoughts if the way her depths were dutifully milking and caressing Lightning's fat, throbbing fuckstick was any indication...
Sympathetic clenches of Gulf's esophagus around Rolling's dark-purple length, still rutting its way down her throat even as she was mercilessly bred, sent the other well-hung Washout over the edge as well, the crass Colstralian mare cursing through clenched teeth as her cum-glazed length erupted again, hosing down the fishpony's throat as fresh, steaming splatters of seed burst from her gills once more.
Gulf's eyes morphed into purplish-blue hearts as each pony pulled out of her in concert, their flared marecocks still spurting heavy, steaming strands of seed that landed like hot lashes against her ahegaoing face, perky tits, and swollen belly. Her face was coated in a thick layer of Lightning's release in short order, one eyelid weighed shut by an errant strand as Dust ground her spasming, pulsing length between Gulf's soft-scaled inner thighs. Some arcs of Lightning's load splattered heavily against Rolling's dense, clenching orbs, which ground against her forehead as the purple mare vigorously milked herself with both hands, unloading her burdensome twin weights all over Gulf's thoroughly-bred paunch, which rippled slightly with the impact of each heavy strand.
Before long, both mares' orgasms began to die off, those strong streams dying out into thin strands as both dickmares fully emptied themselves on her as much as in her. As stuffed and glazed as Gulf was, she couldn't bring a coherent thought to bear, beneath the dense coating of futa spunk clouding her thoughts, the pair of heavy, half-hard horsemeat resting against her face and stomach, and the warm contentment of an impossibly prodigious load settling in the deepest depths of her womb.
"Fuck yeah...not very often I get a mare who can take my fat fuckin' loads, let alone all of me. Hope you like bein' my live-in fucktoy, bitch...cuz I ain't ever lettin' you go after a performance like that..." Lightning panted between heavy inhales.
Her eyes locked onto the rotund weight of seed she'd planted in her fishy fucktoy's midsection, her hand sliding across the spunk-covered scales in a gesture that could almost be construed as loving...right before she gave it a firm smack to watch it jiggle and bounce beneath her touch. Gulf moaned wetly, thick bubbles of seed frothing from her gills with each exhausted exhale, as her lower half clenched and spurted a gout of their mixed fluids onto LD's balls.
"Hope ya like foals, babe, cuz I'm bettin' I just put a lotta 'em in ya...and there's gonna be plen'y more where that came from." LD gave a self-satisfied smirk as Gulf moaned wantonly from the revelation. Both of her hands caressed her midsection as she gazed, delirious and unfocused, up at the clubhouse ceiling.
Gulf was dimly aware of the feeling of LD's arms wrapping around her waist, hefting her upwards in the dickmare's strong, sturdy grip as her head lolled to the side limply atop her shoulders. "Follow me, Rollin'. We're gonna give this bitch the special treatment." She purred, smirking devilishly at her compatriot - an expression which the other mare wholeheartedly returned, her grin widening as her flagging erection twitched with new life at the news.
"Mmh, hell yeah! Let's hit the showers!" Rolling said boisterously, giving Gulf's tit a passing grope as the two of them (plus one fucktoy) strode through the clubhouse halls to the communal shower area. LD's heavy turquoise length ground teasingly against that scaly, swollen belly as Gulf jostled in her grip, a promise of fuckings yet to come.
The splatter of pressurized water on tile did well to mask the symphony of moans and groans emanating from the Washouts' walk-in showers. A voyeur - if they were still conscious from witnessing Gulf’s gut-swelling gift-giving - would've been treated to another hell of a show, if they were peeking from around the corner. With Gulf's stiff, membranous wings spread against Lightning's full breasts, and her own mounds mashed against Rolling's modest contours, the shark mare was the meat in a "double dickmare sandwich”...
And Queen Novo be damned if Gulf ever wanted to leave it.
If the twin lengths grinding against her belly and firm, blue-speckled buttocks were any indication, she wasn't the only meat in that scandalous, spicy sandwich, though...
"Hope you don't feel like walkin' for the rest'a the week, filly." Lightning panted in her ear, making that ring-studded appendage flutter as a full-body shudder assailed Gulf's nerves.
"Yeah, 'cause we sure as shit aren't gonna go easy on a fine piece of ass like you!" Rolling added, the anticipation palpable in her voice as her hips ground the thick girth of her cock against her winking clit, prodding against the bottom of her swollen curve.
"There's one thing you're gonna learn about mares like us...we never do things halfway. Don't really matter if it's crazy-ass fuckin' stunts... or crazy ass-fuckin' stunts! Hah!" Lightning cackled in amusement at her own clever wordplay, as Rolling chortled sympathetically.
Stupefied as Gulf was, however, the wordplay was clearly lost on her; at least while pleasure was pulsing through her brain like a tidal wave. She continued to grind needily against the two lengths pressed against her, her hips flicking and bucking as her wings and tail fluttered about with reckless abandon.
"Fuck, lookit 'er. She's so desperate for another go that she can't even stop herself. What a slut." Rolling growled dominantly as she stared into Gulf's lust-drunken, listless countenance, backing away a bit to give Dust some room to work as she wrapped a calloused hand around the base of her own shaft and began to languidly jerk herself to the spectacle of Gulf's debasement.
"My ma always told me it's impolite to keep a lady waitin'...you ain't no lady, but I won't hold back regardless." Tightening her grip around the shark-mare's waist, she brought the broad head of her length to bear against the base of Gulf's thick, finned tail, nudging its way into the smooth, plush cleft of her freckled, scaly asscheeks until its spongy, curved prominence pressed insistently into the tight ring of her backdoor, gradually spreading it wider and wider and giving Gulf a rush of unfamiliar, vaguely-uncomfortable stimulation that made her eyes cross.
A slatternly moan burbled its way out of Gulf's cum-clogged throat as she felt the odd intrusion, but she made no move to resist or protest - which was all the invitation LD needed to press herself more firmly against that firm, tight asshole until, with a muffled pop and a groan shared by both of them, her knobbled head forced itself inside.
"Mmmffffuck you're tight..." LD hissed in Gulf's ear, feeding more of her length past that fleshy, deliciously-massaging ring of muscle as she chewed her bottom lip restlessly. "You ever had a cock up your ass before? Damn, babe, feels like you're about to pull my fuckin' dick off..." The heavy, hot throb that pulsed through the mammoth member trenching its way through her insides told Gulf that LD didn't exactly have a problem with that. "Celestia fuckin' damn if you aren't the best mare I've ever had...gonna get you good an' addicted to me goin' balls-deep in all your holes, slutty fish-filly."
An insistent buck upwards sent another few inches creeping into her depths, her ring spreading wider and wider as she was assisted downward by gravity, the water cascading down them, and Dust's jerky, standing thrusts. Her plush flanks jiggled at the slightest provocation, even as they spread apart against LD's waist with every inch that sunk into her. The dominant dickmare clearly enjoyed the feel of those dense buttocks pressing against her, at least if the way she gave one side of Gulf's scaly rump a firm, wet swat right on her oceanic cutie mark was any indication.
The odd, insistent pressure of that pulsing, throbbing marecock burrowing into her ass was driving Gulf utterly feral with pleasure, her pupils shifting to slits as she huffed out heavy breaths of air into the steamy haze of the shower. Her hips thudded desperately against Dust's own, each thrust into her driving the air from her lungs with intoxicating velocity as LD's thick base plowed its way into her. Each thud of those fat nuts against her plump, reddened, scaly slit felt like heaven.
With the way Rolling insistently stared at that steamy vent as she furiously jerked herself, so clearly begging for some to fill it as it winked and clenched above her stretched-out and thoroughly-filled ass, it was only a matter of time before the purple mare took matters into her own hands and entered the fray.
Gulf only vaguely felt the two hands grip her thighs, but she certainly registered the familiar feel of Rolling's fat cockhead as it pried apart her lower lips and invited itself ring-deep inside her loosened slit only a scant few seconds later. The poor dear was driven to a body-quaking orgasm on the spot the moment that second length filled her interior, those two monster marecocks grinding against each other through the barrier of Gulf's flesh that separated them - and upping the ante of pleasure a thousandfold. Both lengths throbbed, flexed, and thrust in an alternating rhythm that gave her no respite from the overwhelming assault on her nerves, especially not with them grinding her insides against each other as they were now.
With Rolling stepping forward as her length slid deeper and deeper into Gulf's accommodating depths, a series of mini-orgasms battered the overwhelmed mare's psyche as her holes clenched and fluttered erratically around the glorious pair of futa fucksticks plumbing her deepest reaches. She felt impossibly full of cock, her heart riding in her throat and her breaths coming in brief, hurried gasps that were forcibly exhaled each time LD thrust herself balls-deep in her accommodating ass. The muttered curses that Dust hissed out through clenched teeth were a telltale sign of the dickmare's encroaching orgasm; one that Gulf was eager to feel plumping her up.
Pressed between the sweat-slickened, writhing bodies of her two prodigious paramours as she was, Gulf could do naught but shudder, whimper, and wrap her legs around Rolling's waist as her hands combed aimlessly through Dust's mane behind her. She had completely lost control of the situation and had little to no say in the imminent double-hole stuffing she was about to receive.
Except perhaps to beg for it while screaming out in ecstasy. And she couldn't have been more turned on unless someone plugged her tailfin into a wall socket.
Rolling captured one of Gulf's soft, fleshy nipples between her coarse dark-purple lips, the shark-mare's dark gray areola feeling pebbly beneath her tongue as she mercilessly suckled at her plaything's firm, aroused teat. That plumped-up cum-belly squishing into her abs was doing wonders for her already jacked-up dickmare libido, trails of her fellow Washout's still-warm essence squishing out from their joining with each thrust inward, aided in power by those deceptively-strong thighs wrapped around her waist.
Dust was similarly entranced by the firm globes of blue-freckled, pale-grey shark ass, jiggling and bouncing against her hips with each plundering thrust she made, her double-arm grip around Gulf's chunky tail tightening as her thrusts traded power for speed and began to lose their finely-honed rhythm. The sheer spectacle of that bodacious shark booty wiggling before her eyes was too much for even her sexually-experienced mind to handle for long, as Dust quickly realized.
The sudden increase in pace and erratic vigor was the last nail in the coffin for what remained of Gulf's coherent thoughts; with a shuddering squeal, she came hard around the lengths stuffing her holes as her eyes derped out and her tongue flopped out of her toothy maw. The two futas did their absolute best to resist the insistent, desperate inward pull of their toy's depths, but so close to their respective finishes, it was a losing battle from the beginning.
Groaning into the nipple she still held firmly in her mouth's grasp, Rolling’s hips shuddered to a stop as she pressed herself as deep into Gulf’s clenching cunny as her length could possibly reach, her cockhead flaring to its maximal, throbbing extent as her heavy nuts pulled up against Gulf’s vent, skin growing taut as they churned and stirred with life.
Lightning fared similarly, the strength of Gulf’s contractions around her length simply dragging her load from her no matter how she tried to resist it. Raising her hand, LD’s open palm came down in a turquoise flash with a loud smack against Gulf’s scaly ass, that enticing curve giving a brief jiggle as Dust’s balls clenched against Rolling’s own pair, those immense spheres churning in tandem with her cohort’s as her fat turquoise shaft bucked, twitched and pulsed, deeply ensconced in Gulf’s warm and accommodating ass.
Groaning heavily as their lengths throbbed in erotic unison, Lightning and Thunder’s legs shook with overwhelmed effort as they disgorged their heavy payloads into the shark-mare’s playful, erratically fluttering reaches. The scale of Lightning’s electrifying release quickly outpaced Thunder’s bellowing, shuddering humps, which were already ample enough to make her belly swell further with seed despite the messy trails of pegasus cum that spattered onto the tiles beneath before quickly being washed down the drain.
Lightning was scarcely faring better, but the tight, inexperienced, erratic clenches were driving her even more wild than her partner. Breeding a mare’s womb might be satisfying, but for LD it paled in comparison to the leg-quaking, jaw-dropping tightness of a mare’s tailhole. Her balls visibly shrank, so full and complete was the scale of her orgasm - and Gulf took it like a champion, shuddering and moaning cutely as each spray of seed tickled her swelling insides.
“Fuuuckkkyeahaha…” Lightning groaned, only half-coherent as the last dregs of her release made themselves at home in her aquatic paramour. She struggled to stay upright, muscles erratic and weak in the wake of her afterglow, making Rolling pant heavily with the burden of keeping Gulf aloft at waist level.
Borne by a selfish, lust-fuelled motivation to continue, Dust grunted as she adjusted her grip on Gulf’s limbs and pushed Rolling away, that dark-purple length sliding from that beckoning shark-pussy with yet another splatter to add to the mess beneath them.
“Hope ya didn’t think we was done, babe...thank the Gods for that anti-bac enchant, cuz I got one more in me and I know right where it's goin'. Just gotta plump up that horny little womb of yours again..." LD growled, looping her arms around Gulf's tail and forearms as she hefted her into a standing carry position, the shark-mare's legs flailing momentarily as she was lifted off the ground - and, much to her disdain, fully off of her mate's impossibly-virile, enduringly-stiff length. "Deep-dicking your ass was fuckin' nice, but seein' that foal-factory a'yours swellin' with mine an’ Thundy’s cum is way nicer..." Dust purred into her ear lasciviously, adjusting her posture to prepare for another reaming.
The chicken-wing hold LD had on Gulf made the sharkmare shudder even further, despite the annoying lack of Washout womb-whacker plowing into her. Even now, her nerves weren’t so far fired as to not appreciate how thrumming hot Lightning’s muscles felt, straight to hold her seed-filled self against her. Her hanging head caught an appetizing sight of Lightning's cock - and how every vein sparkled under the torrent of shower spray dancing over it. And every huff that Lightning let out against her gilled neck diverted Gulf’s thoughts towards the most sordid paths possible.
Gulfstream was ready. Cum-bulging stomach or no, flagging tongue or no, she needed this.
“Ready…haah…” She finally panted, her clamping, pointy teeth stretched into a rictus grin as she bowed her knees against the blunt edge of Lightning’s titanic fuckstick. “When you are…”
“Sweetness.” groaned LD, bucking her hips forward; and delighting in the rapturous gasp Gulf let out as her cock dragged against her gushing slit. “Put on a good show for Arctic Thunder over there, will ya?”
“Wha?” Rolling’s voice, hoarse as it was, was nearly lost in the endless hiss of the shower plastering the manes of the two ponies before her. She was squatting at the other end of the stall, her fingers dancing daringly around her own fledgling maremeat. “I ain’t cold at all, y’puke!”
“Your feet say otherwise, minute-mare,” Lightning’s saucy reply rolled off her tongue like butter. “Now watch how a real Washout fishes off a fuckbuddy.” Then her mouth found its home just below Gulf’s gaping gills, sucking possessively on her collarbone as she drew back her hips.
It didn’t stop her from narrowing her eyes at the bird Rolling flipped to her fellow stuntmare. But if anything that seemed to drive her need to destroy the guppy undulating before her. Slowly, Lightning’s cock flopped and twitched with each errant thrust of Lightning’s hips, until it found its home too - right at the edge of Gulf’s winking flower. The squick of cum, both old and new, that bubbled out around that intruding head made Lightning’s slurping of Gulf’s neck grow louder and lewder in its intensity.
Soon Gulf was a pile of goo in the face of Lightning’s tongue lappings against her seed-streaked gills, and only barely heard the “Get ready cumslut… I always fuckin’ love this part…” And before Gulf could wonder whether Lightning was talking about the dark hickey she’d left on her collar, or the wanton purr Rolling gave as her fingers finally wrapped around her own throbbing length….
Fifteen inches of Lightning Dust’s pride and glory crashed right into Gulf’s twitching depths.
And Gulf’s overjoyed shriek nearly made Lightning cum again, right into the geyser of white already foaming around Gulf’s abused cunt.
“Fuck, nice job there Dusty!” grinned Rolling, giving a fitful tug to her hardening shaft at the sight. “No way you’re not gonna end with octuplets from this!”
Gulf, finally full of fuckmeat again, could’ve cared less if she outbred the Apple family in one go. The furnace-like heat of Lightning's cock spewing seed out of her with each thrust, the contour of every vein slipping through her convulsing cunny, the knowledge that her fuckbuddy’s flare had gotten to her womb in one stroke yet again… it was too much. All she could do was moan, wail, and scream her elation at Lightning’s relentless pace, braying like a bitch in heat as she flicked her plush hips back against LD’s vigorous thrusts.
But Lightning’s resolve -and her grip - didn't let up in the least. She smoothly drew back her hips again, relishing every string of seed seeping from her churning nuts to Gulf’s drooling slit. Every inch seemed to draw more lines of taut muscle in Gulf’s back, the tapestry of shower-slickened scales begging for Lightning's greedy tongue again. And the boastful mare wholeheartedly obliged that silent plea - right after slamming the air out of Gulf’s lungs with another powerful pistoning into her depths.
Rolling couldn’t decide which spectacle was a hotter sight to wank herself off to...the pendulous jiggle of Gulf’s tits, nipples dancing like diamonds under the spray of the shower from each of Lightning’s mighty thrusts? The bulge of her fellow Washout’s cock, a tireless battering ram against the stretched flesh of her sharkmare’s seed-swollen stomach? The kiss Lightning shared with Gulf as her moans turned to breathless whistles, Lightning dominating her mouth as easily as she did Gulf’s sloppy snatch?
No, the hottest sight here was definitely something that Gulf was both too fuck-drunk and facing the wrong way to see; Lightning's lecherous grin. She was telling Rolling, telling the Washouts, telling everypony in a five-mile radius who she owned: mind, body, and swollen slit. Every strain of her locked arms brought Gulf’s prodigious chest - and her own - bulging out for Rolling’s eyes, giving the Washout that she’d been backsassing before a little show too. And the carrying clutch Gulf and Dust were in meant the water from the showerhead sparkled just like the cum spewing from between their thrusting crotches, giving the scene an absolutely luminous sheen.
And Rolling couldn’t be luckier to bear witness, licking her lips as the first strings of pre built at her shiny cockhead. Only the remembrance of physics kept her from helping Lightning stuff more seed into the wailing shark-mare; no way both their equipment wouldn’t split this cockslut in two.
“Scream for me, ya horny little bitch.” Lightning hissed, her thrust becoming brutally jackhammer-like. And yet, Gulf showed no signs of discomfort, meeting her thrust for thrust as she bounced in the Washout’s lap.
Thankfully, the shower’s back wall provided a nice resting spot for Lightning’s straining back, as she leaned into it to help take the ease off her burning muscles. Holding Gulf in this sordid clutch was enough of an issue, even for such a specimen as herself - but with the shark-mare so full of cum and so ruthlessly ravaged by Lightning’s personal ticket to more, the heft of her was something else. If anything made such strain worth it, it was the gorgeous arch that Gulf’s spine rocked into as she took all Lightning had to offer.
Gulf could barely register what planet she was on by now, let alone who on it was fucking her brains out, and small wonder. Lightning, far from brushing against her G-Spot, was grinding it into powder with every speedy sweep of her shaft through her vice-like walls. Her senses were starting to dim from the suffocating, yet necessary, gouts of steam that were greedily pulled in through her cum-crusted gills. And her eyes were rolling into her skull blinding her to her bliss - but she was still privy to the lightning storm that LD was sparking with every kiss, every dirty word, every cervix-tapping buck into her body.
Judging by the clench in Lightning’s constricting sack - that had been slapping against Gulf’s shiny pearl just seconds before - nirvana was just around the corner for Mt. St. Lightning Dust, who was about to show this shark just how they bred fillies in Filly.
“More! More! Yes, more!” At this point Lightning had no clue if it was coming from her gaping mouth or Rolling’s, but both Wahsouts were so close to their orgasms that it barely registered anyway. The building, ominous knot behind Lightning's fertile fuckstick though? Unmistakable as fuck, and Gulf noticed too if her escalating shrieks were any hint.
With a final furious thrust of their hips up to the heavens - was it not heaven, with so many clouds and cries of nirvana surrounding their tryst? - both Rolling and Lightning came undone. Lightning’s payload of seed found a far warmer target than the suffocating steam of their shower booth - the raw recesses of Gulf’s overstuffed twat. Fountains of spunk almost sizzled as they flowed from Gulf’s snatch, her belly - and orgasmic grin - almost stretching to obscene lengths. It was impossible to tell, between Dust and Gulf, where one of their orgasms stopped and the other’s began. But the tiled floor soon proved testament to the overload anyway, as their cum was clogging the drain in seconds.
A pity for the ramshackle plumbing at Casa del Washout then, because Rolling’s final jerk brought another gout of seed to grace the shower stall too. Thankfully, some of it found a better target than the ceiling and drain - the shark-mare before her, sparking in built-up pegasine energy as it painted her tits and drooling mouth in faint ribbons. Rolling could almost swear it was a ghost, shivering and cooing in the afterglow of their unrelenting strings of seed.
Certainly the friendliest one they’d ever caught, too.
It was a short-lived sight though - and not only because the thought of ghost-grabbing made Rolling’s snout crinkle in Crusader-remembering disgust - but because of Gulf finally slumping to the floor. Lightning’s grip on Gulf had relinquished at long last, and the marine mare was finally allowed to cradle her stomach-stuffed prize as she moaned happily. Good fuck, Gulf looked more like she was part-puffer than part-shark, cradling their seed in her ginormous gullet rather than her overstressed tummy.
“Now… that’s how mares get it done!” Lightning crowed victoriously, pumping a fist as she finally drank in the Gulf before her. “Fuckin’ A, I’m shocked you could keep it up with me so long! No way I’m ever letting a fine catch like you go...” She praised lecherously as her eyes wandered over the well-fucked tableau before her. Shakily getting to her feet, she made no move to help Gulf back up - as pointless as it would’ve been anyway with the shark-mare fucked into a pile of gelatin, there was a certain erotic appeal to witnessing the mare crumpled at her hooves, utterly overcome with the sheer power of her sexual prowess.
A twitch from her cum-glazed nethers brought her attention southward, and she shared a dawning, plotting grin with Rolling as they glanced to each other’s crotches. Their lower halves were a mess - an unfortunate consequence of ruthlessly double-stuffing a pony to within an inch of her fishy life - and the thick coating of seed and marecum that glazed them demanded a deeper cleaning than a mere shower could provide…
“You made a mess, filly. Clean it up.” Without needing any further prompting, Gulf was at least still coherent enough to register a command when she heard it. One hand still cradling her tummy as it rested heavily atop her thighs, she moved into a squatting position and gripped Lightning’s waist, eagerly pulling her closer as her ferally-slitted eyes boggled at the mammoth package that, moments ago, had been balls deep inside her.
Hefting that half-hard, utterly-drained length upwards - goodness, Gulf had to put effort to bring the thing level with her panting, toothy maw! - as her eyes scrutinized every bulging vein and contour, her grey lips pursed as she lovingly kissed Dust’s seed-coated cocktip, her tongue effortlessly lapping away at the salty coating as she took to her task with gusto.
Within moments, Dust was brought back to throbbing stiffness - although even her prodigious balls had little else to give, her length still knew that there was an eager hole to stuff itself into…
And stuff it she did - with only a brief gasping gag from Gulf, Dust’s cum-lubed length slid effortlessly down her fish-swallowing gullet, bottoming out to the base in mere moments. The yellow-maned mare swore as her eyes bugged out, gripping the shark’s mane with a trembling hand as a dry orgasm overtook her without warning. Her muscles tensed with agonized pleasure as her length tried to disgorge that which it had none left to give, only succeeding in pushing the very last of her previous load out of her.
Well and truly defeated as her overwhelming orgasm petered out, Dust collapsed to the floor, utterly down for the count now. Her bravado had certainly gotten the better of her once again - not that she would’ve ever expected the sharky swimmer to still be so cock-hungry after such a stuffing!
Churring happily as she nuzzled into Dust’s softened (and now thoroughly clean) length, pecking little kisses into those firm orbs that had definitely bred the fuck out of her, the two of them drifted off into an oddly adorable - if not excessively lewd - nap together, right there on the shower floor.
“Tch! I am sooo gonna tease the ever-lovin’ shite out of Dust for this sappy little scene…” Rolling chuckled mischievously, her soapy hands working over her length in an attempt to clean it of the remnants of their activities.
“Gonna have to clear a space in the sleepin’ area for her...d’we need to get a swimming pool or somethin’, for when we ain’t makin’ her a broodmare? Fuckin’ Tartarus, taking care of li’l ponies is expensive as all get out…” As the logistical side of the Washout’s operations (certainly moreso than Dust, who could only do basic arithmetic), it was her job to ruminate on these tasks...and the fact that it was now all hitting her in the face at once in the wake of her post-nut clarity definitely wasn’t helping. “Fuckin’ shit, Dusty, your headstrong arse has gotten us in a whole lotta trouble again…” Rolling grumbled to herself, rolling her eyes as she tried to drive those thoughts out of her head.
Besides...looking at the two of them as they unconsciously cuddled up against each other, maybe a stable relationship, no matter how lewd, was exactly the kind of thing those two ponies needed the most.
And hell, if it let her get her dick wet too as a side benefit? All the more reason to go with the flow!