Raunchy Rodeo [Applejack/Fluttershy, Futa/Futa, Ball Touching, Frotting, Cum Inflation]
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"Ah! Fluttershy, whaddya think yer doin'!?
Applejack squirmed, trying to get out from underneath Fluttershy. She wasn't quite sure what was going on. One moment the two mares were working together on the farm, the next the pegasus had pounced on her like some rabid dog.
"I-I'm sorry AJ, I-I'm just..."
Fluttershy squeaked and bit down on her bottom lip. The blush already present on her face intensified, darkening to a deep flush as red as the apples Applejack and her family so prided themselves upon. The typically shy pegasus' maw openly slavered above her, spit dribbling down her chin and landing onto AJ's chest. More disturbingly, Applejack felt a heat above her loins, and looked to see where it was coming from.
Her emerald eyes went wide, and the freckled farmer redoubled her efforts to remove herself from her prone position. She kicked at Fluttershy's flanks, not wanting to hurt her friend but doing her best to dissuade the pegasus from what she was implying. Instead, her hind hooves merely bounced off Fluttershy's bountiful cheeks, which went on to ripple wildly.
There, between Fluttershy's thighs, she saw the source of the typically reserved pony's apparent distress. Her balls were huge and engorged, each cauldron of cum rivaling the size of a cantaloupe. Her stallionhood was unsheathed as well, standing proudly at a full length that measured as long as her torso and about as thick as her hoof. When it throbbed, it slapped audibly against her belly, and from the blooming flare dripped a thick gob of heady pre.
Panting, Fluttershy finished her sentence. "I'm just so horny..."
"N-now, what's that gotta do with anythin'? How am ah supposed to help ya with that?"
Applejack knew the question was pointless. It was clear what Fluttershy wanted to do - by the way her bright teal eyes had gone misty but all the same laser-focused, how her breaths came short and fast but heavy, Fluttershy was in a deep, deep rut. But, perhaps, Applejack could draw her attention away long enough to extract herself.
Looking back on the day's events, AJ realized she probably should have been able to tell something was wrong. She'd noticed Fluttershy's blushing, how she'd been quaking and whimpering - more than she usually did, at least. But she'd brushed it aside, figuring that farm work was something she wasn't as used to doing. With it being the tail end of winter, Applejack recruiting her to assist with clearing leftover snow from Winter Wrap-Up for the spring harvest, the chillier conditions had only justified those beliefs.
But nippy weather didn't make a mare squeeze her legs together. Hard labor didn't make her eyes seemingly fall time and time again on the generous, muscular swells of Applejack's rump.
Nor did it make a mare pin her down, lower herself, and then start grinding her sweaty balls against hers.
"F-Fluttershy! S-stop it, don'tcha know that touchin' balls is gay?"
Fluttershy nodded, but didn't pull away. Applejack could sense how full Fluttershy's nuts were, overly laden with the burden of spunk that always yearned for release. It made her own sack tingle, her own testicles throb and swell and churn. The flush reddening Fluttershy's cheeks soon made itself known upon hers, too.
"I-I t-t-thought, since you're a dickmare too, y-yo would understand. P-please don't be angry..." Fluttershy whispered. Her voice was high and trembly, pleading but similarly oozing with sexual need from every syllable.
Applejack couldn't help but feel a little bad. She did know how Fluttershy felt - those days or even weeks when her body pumped hormones into her system, when her brain turned to breed-hungry mush. She'd want to stick her dick in a wet hole so fucking bad, pound it 'til the cows came home and so did she. After a point, it wouldn't even matter whether or not that hole was fertile, as long as it was a hole period, warm and wet and greedy for cock.
"A-alright." She relented. "Ah'll... h-help ya out."
"Th-thank you, thank you, thank you..."
Fluttershy kept repeating the phrase as she began humping against Applejack, the words gradually growing quieter and devolving into lewd moans and whimpers. Her hips rolled in slow, small circles, but every so often she'd raise herself high and then come down so their respective pair of seedbanks would 'plap' together with sweaty moistness. Soon, Applejack was meeting the motions back with her, orbs beginning to fatten with cum, her own horsecock sliding out from its sheath. It didn't take long for her growth to catch up with Fluttershy's, and her horniness followed not long after.
Pre-spunk flowed freely out of their tips, slicking up their meaty lengths with lube until their bellies and shafts were slathered in it. Surprisingly, Applejack felt her orgasm approach before Fluttershy. Her lust had overtaken her though, and cumming by frotting wasn't enough. She wanted more, and so she ceased her movements and nudged Fluttershy's side with a hind leg.
"Mah ass," she said, slurring a bit. She reached down with her forelimbs, teased apart the edge of her asscheeks, and spread herself wide. Tucked in her tush and protruding outwards was her ponut, as large and homegrown as the rest of her. It winked, not unlike a mare's pussy, and although she couldn't see it Fluttershy could feel how hungry it was.
"Fuck mah ass. Ah'll let ya cum inside, bloat mah belly."
Fluttershy didn't need to be told twice, or once for that matter. She quickly realigned herself, planted her back hooves firmly into the ground and against Applejack's freckled butt. Her cock dragged itself along orange-furred belly, drooling a line of pearly slime where it went - including in the crease of AJ's succulent apples - until the crown nestled nice and cozy to the country girl's pucker.
With a softly spoken grunt, Fluttershy drove her hips forward and every inch of aching fucktool into Applejack's squelching depths. The profuse amount of lubrication allowed her easy entrance, and the one thrust proved sufficient to tether herself root-deep. Either that, or Applejack was used to taking it up the ass. Judging by how hard Applejack squeezed her muscles around her dick though, and how loud she moaned, it was likely the latter.
Between Fluttershy's need for release, Applejack's tight hole, and the hotness of getting to plow one of her best friends silly, her dam burst before she'd gotten more than a few thrusts in. Applejack came even earlier, blowing her nut all over - and above - herself, the goopy white strands plastering themselves to her face and blonde mane.
Fluttershy's meanwhile poured itself out like an overturned pot of brew into AJ's gut. Her stomach distended, slightly at first, then more and more like she'd swallowed an exercise ball. By the time Fluttershy had drained herself, Applejack's upper half was painted a new shade and she looked eighteen months pregnant.
Lazily, the pegasus let herself flop onto Applejack's waterbed of a torso. Warmth radiated from it, and the whole thing wobbled pleasantly. A sound peaked Fluttershy's interest, and her left ear rose and swiveled to meet it.
Applejack was snoring. Fluttershy grinned with the tiny amount of energy she had left, and used the rest to lick AJ's face clean of as much salty marespooge as possible. Then, yawning, she fell asleep shortly after. Hopefully they wouldn't be found by anypony before they woke up.
Lechery in the Library [Moondancer, Anthro, Futa, Masturbation, Autofelatio, Exhibitionism]
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Midnight struck at the Royal Canterlot Library, and the place was far from empty. Although many sat at tables with their snouts between pages, their eyes were not fixed on the text within.
Rather, their attention was drawn to one mare in particular, sitting back to bookshelf. She wore thick-rimmed glasses, a puffy turtleneck, thigh-length purple skirt, and knee-high black stockings that wrapped 'round her legs. However, it was what lay between them that they were so focused on.
Mostly hidden by her sweater, which struggled to contain her watermelon-sized breasts, was her cock. The beastly thing, longer than her torso, was nestled inside her cleavage. Its flare was not visible, considering the blunt crown was instead lodged firmly in the mare's throat. Her heavy balls meanwhile made themselves evident beneath her skirt, visible if one knew what to look for. To any close enough, they could just about hear a subtle noise, the stirring up of pre and spunk that flowed freely up her fuckpipe.
She groaned, gurgling on her own prejaculate. It came out in copious dribbles and spurts, puffing out her cheeks and whatever she couldn't swallow trickled past her lips and down her meat. Her eyes were shut, though they'd occasionally flutter open to reveal a pair of glassy orbs, unfocused on her surroundings except when she noticed her onlookers. Then she'd shut them again, take herself deeper, and groan louder, another heavier shot of pre filling her maw.
See, Moondancer was a pervert.
From outward appearances, she didn't look it. Whenever she went out - which was rare - her MILF-like figure was stuffed as best it could be into the confines of frumpy outfits. Similarly, her generally introverted leanings and academic interests further strengthened the idea that she was a stuffy, conservative mare who thought about sex as often an athlete did calculus.
But, obviously, this was far from the truth. Anyone who attended the same libraries as her could attest to that. The fact was that she loved sex, or more accurately masturbating in public.
She didn't advertise it, but she also never tried to hide it. In fact, the more sets of eyes and blushing faces that shyly observed her, the harder she got off. The more thighs grinding at her sight, the heftier loads would her nuts churn.
Nopony seemed to mind it, or at least nothing had been done about it. And why would they? Come in at the right time on the right day, and there was a busty bookworm leaned against a shelf, deepthroating and moaning around her own turgid shaft. It was a free show, and some ponies checked in purely to watch rather than to actually read.
The book-loving unicorn might have been disappointed to learn that, but whatever disappointment she felt was insignificant next to the pleasure she received knowing just how many enjoyed her displays of debauchery. That was why she liked her midnight sessions the most, because she knew the vast majority of readers were there for her.
And tonight, she wanted to give them a good show. She hadn't been able to go out on her lewd excursions for roughly a couple weeks thanks to being sick. That illness, too, had prevented her from getting the same pleasure she normally would, so she hadn't properly busted a nut in a while now.
Pre-emptively, she'd cast a hydrophobic shield spell on her immediate surroundings. Although this meant they wouldn't be ruined by what was going to be a massive climax, they could still retain her smell. Idly she imagined some poor girl in heat searching for a novel in this section, only to be thrust into heat by the lingering current of her potent musk.
Her dick throbbed that much harder. Wanting to plunge more of herself inside, she pushed her head further down.
Naturally, Moondancer had done experiments to see how much of her own dick she could take. The answer, like most things in science, was highly dependent on the variables.
On average in the position she currently held, she could manage to fit about 27.9 cm. It was never so much her gag reflex that was the problem as her own poor flexibility, not to mention the veritable fortress wall that was her tits. They, inveriably, prevented her from delving deeper, but that was only if she was sitting up.
She could stuff herself far better upside down. Then, if it was a good day, she could fit up to 44cm, but only if she pushed her hips and her head together.
Typically she took the easier route, which meant merely bobbing up and down on her shaft. But again, this evening was different. She could do a little more, both for herself and her welcome guests.
Slowly she began to extract the steel pole from her throat. As the hardened flesh slid against her esophagus and made its way into her mouth, she gave it a loving caress with her tongue. She was rewarded by a healthy glob of salty pearlescence onto her tastebuds.
And here came the difficulty. Her flare, expectedly, was the widest part of her stallionhood. What was worse, hers was particularly wide compared to the national average. Unfortunately and frustratingly for her horny mind, that meant she had to wait until it softened up to a point she could pull it out.
Thankfully, her body seemed to cooperate for once. Going from the warm moistness of her insides to the dry, comparatively chilly atmosphere of the library helped her to quickly lose some of her erection. It took a little straining on her part - tugging her head away, opening her jaw wide, and pulling on her shaft with her hands - but the flare at last was freed from her maw with a satisfying pop.
That done, she swiftly took up reposition. She slid herself down until her back was on the floor but her lower half in the air. Using the opposite shelf as leverage she laid her hooves against the furnishing, scootched in closer, and aligned the muzzle of her cumcannon with her face.
She strained her jaw as wide as it could go, craned her neck upwards, and forcefully shoved her hips forward. Her gullet was filled instantly with an overwhelming amount of fuckmeat, and she couldn't help the involuntary gagging that followed. The crystalline beginning of tears sprouted into her blurred vision, but she kept going. She pushed herself further, her cock deeper.
When her flare bloomed out once again, she got to work properly massaging her intense length. She groped for her sensitive breasts, fingertips clutching at the sweater fabric and flesh beneath, until she found her protruding nipples. There she squeezed, pinched, and moaned loudly in a whorish pleasure everypony in the library could clearly hear.
She dug her fingers deeply into the softness of her meaty tits, and began to move them up and down. Sometimes she'd squish them together, grind them arythmically, applying more pressure. She continued bobbing her head too, for as well as she could.
Orgasm approached before long. She could tell by the rising pressure all over her prick, the building weight in her spunk factories, but also the increasing production of pre schplorping into her gullet. Her limbs twitched, her purposeful motions growing erratic. On a whim she decided to cast her clothes off, teleporting them away to expose her curvaceous, somewhat pudgey form. She was so close, and she couldn't wait to bukkake her own body in front of a small crowd of people that were practically strangers.
That thought pushed her over the edge. She tugged on her spire with her hands so the flare sat neatly on top of her tongue and furiously lavished it with worship. One, two, and three seconds before the flood arrived, so plentiful and forceful it propelled her otherwise too large crown out of her mouth.
She came like a hose, all over her body. Her face, hair, glasses, and tits received the majority of paint splatter, but the backsplash was considerable enough to leave her lower half coated also. Once her orgasm tapered off, she laid there for a pause, catching her ragged breath.
But she still wasn't done, not quite yet. An ameteur exhibitionist might pack up shop after they came, but not a true degenerate like Moondancer.
She got up, smiling drunkenly. And, dripping with cum and on all fours, she began to lick up her mess from the floor.
