Meat and Greet
Seated within the motel room she’d rented for the night, Heat Sink smiled. The mood lighting was set, the cameras she’d set up were ready to capture any action from a whole host of different angles, and she was positively wet with anticipation. Getting plowed in a seedy hotel would have been a fun experience in and of itself, especially since there’d be a few hundred ponies watching her cum her brains out, but what she had planned was on an entirely different level.
As she reflexively glanced over at the door, the corners of her lips had turned up. Thank Celestia for live-streams; if she hadn’t been able to shake her tits and show her ass for money, she’d probably be slinging lattes or getting buried in student loan debt for a job she may or may not even get. Becoming a cam-whore had been the smartest thing she’d ever done, and not only in a financial sense.
She had thousands of followers, hundreds of patrons, and each of her streams, regardless of how raunchy they were, raked in tons of bits - hell, she was making more than both of her parents combined. Flopping onto her back, she sighed and stared up at the ceiling. As much as she would have liked to start her show, energetically greeting her fans before slowly removing piece after piece of her outfit, she was left keeping her fingers crossed that her special guest wasn’t going to chicken out. Patience had never been one of her strongest suits - nevertheless, she did what she could to bide the time and reflected on her scheme.
Ordinarily speaking, she would never have considered meeting one of her followers in person, but recent events had all but forced her to make an exception. Sliding a hand under her skirt, she apathetically kneaded the plump mound of her drenched marehood. Even if things did go off the rails, she could always furiously and theatrically masturbate while howling the names of her most generous donors.
Knock Knock Knock
She bolted upright and nearly tripped as she leapt from the bed. Given the late hour, she’d bet her bottom bit on who was standing outside her door. Slowing at the threshold, she peeked through the peephole, grinned from ear to ear, and unlocked the deadbolt.
“Shutter!” she squealed. Stepping back and flinging the door open, she sprang forward and embraced the stallion in a hug. “Took you long enough!”
“H…hi,” he stammered, warily smiling and cautiously patting her back with one hand.
Releasing him and backing away, she took him by the hand and pulled him inside. “It’s so nice to finally meet my biggest fan!”
His face darkened as he adjusted his glasses. “I - Gulp - t…thanks.”
“Come on in, buddy!” she exclaimed. Locking the door behind herself, she trotted past him and toward the foot of the bed. “Got you a seat right here!”
Patting the cushion of a chair that she’d brought for him, she suppressed a chuckle. If he thought that she’d only brought a seat for him, he was going to be in for one hell of a surprise. As she eased herself down beside him, hanging and kicking her feet off the foot of the bed, her eyes danced up and down his frame.
Tall and with broad shoulders, he was relatively good looking for a unicorn - sure, he was a little on the pudgy side, but he wasn’t unattractive by any measure. His sheepish smile, blushing cheeks, and the way he anxiously kept glancing over at her were almost enough to make her feel bad for him - almost. Sliding closer to him, she reached over and ran a hand up his thigh.
“Nervous?” she softly asked.
He nodded as he peered down at the floor, unwilling or unable to look her in the eyes. “A little, yeah…”
“After all that big talk, I was thinking you’d be ready to tear my clothes off and ~ how’s you put it?” she mused. “Oh yeah - put a foal in me…”
Though his coat was a mixture of taupe and slate grey, his face went a brilliant crimson. Considering he was one of her most charitable and outspoken donors, regularly bragging about how she should stop fooling around with zebras to find herself a real pony, he’d earned himself a bit of special treatment. Being hit on, sent random dick pics, and getting asked out on dates was all part and parcel of her career, although Shutter had taken it one step further than that.
Though he regularly showed up for her streams, he was most vocal when she had guest performers. Solo acts could make her enough to cover her bills, but the real money came when she was getting rutted or having her face fucked but a well-hung stud. Sex sells, it was a fundamental fact of life, and she’d be darned if she hadn’t gotten really, really good at putting on sinful shows to make a living.
Pushing herself up, she stepped in front of him and ran one finger up his neck and to his chin. “I know what’ll help you relax, big colt, but first…”
Turning to the dresser and opening her laptop, she signed into her Dixel account and adjusted her high-definition webcam. Everything about the evening, from where she was standing to the spot she’d placed Shutter’s chair, had been plotted out. She clicked her mouse and beamed, ready to finally get the fun started.
“Hey there, playcolts and hoes!” she cheered, bouncing in place and throwing up a peace sign. “I hope everypony is ready for a ~ what’s that?” she chirped, turning and cupping a hand to her ear. “Oh yeah, so I thought I’d do something a little different tonight! For starters, as you can probably tell, I’m not in my room,” she explained, shifting and waving at the shabby hotel suite around her. “Secondly and just as importantly, look who I found!”
Shutter stiffened when she grabbed his shoulders and hauled him up to stand next to her. She’d mentioned how he’d be able to put his bits where his mouth was, screwing her into a coma for posterity, although it was painfully obvious that being in the limelight was taking a toll on him. Blood drained from his face, cold sweat beaded his brow, and his breaths were coming fast and shallow as his eyes glazed over.
“I’m sure this big guy doesn’t need any introduction, but for all you new viewers,” she continued, pulling him closer and leaning against him, “this is Shutter! Say hi to everypony!”
Though he lifted a hand and flapped his jaw, not a single sound escaped him. The poor guy clearly didn’t have an exhibitionistic bone in his body, but she was going to fix that. After all the bragging he’d done for the last couple of months, the only way he was going to leave was if she let him leave - that or if he flew into a panic and defenestrated himself.
Gently pushing him back into his chair, she shied away and cocked her hips. “No touching for this first part, hot stuff. Just sit back, get comfy, and try not to blow a load in your pants before you breed me ~ alright?”
As she popped the top button on her blouse, he nodded feverishly. “O…okay…”
She didn’t have to check herself out to know how incredible she looked. The scarlet of her mane and the azure of her coat clashed with one another while complementing the snow-white of her top and jet-black of her skirt. Her outfit was simple and conservative by almost any metric, but it wasn’t going to stay on her for long enough for anypony to complain. With her shirt falling open to reveal her bra, she threw her arms back and let the garment flutter to the floor.
Being an erotic streamer had been a learning experience for her, and she knew she still had a long way to go until she reached the top. Spinning on one heel and seating herself on the end of the bed, she extended one leg and rested a foot on Shutter’s knee. She could have - would have stripped herself, but putting her assistant to use would hopefully help him relax a bit.
Thankfully, Shutter took the hint after only a second or two. Untying and removing her shoe, he delicately lowered her leg to the floor before picking up the other and repeating the process. She was pretty sure he wasn’t into feet or toes, never having mentioned either in either the chats or their direct messages, so she wasn’t worried about him doing anything weird - not at this point at least.
Standing back up, she lifted her arms over her head and swayed her shoulders from side to side. “I gotta ask ~” she began, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra, “do they look better in person or through a screen while you’re cranking your hog?”
Without letting him reply, she opened the back of her bra, swung her arms forward, and let her brassiere fall into his lap. While she didn’t have the biggest bust, sporting a pair of modest C cups, Shutter’s reaction to seeing her bare tits was absolutely priceless. His eyes widened, he fidgeted restlessly in his seat, and what sounded like a soft whimper escaped him as she closed the gap between them and buried his snout in her cleavage.
“I’m guessing that’s a yes,” she giggled, holding the back of his head and preventing him from escaping prematurely.
She hadn’t been paying that much attention to his groin, but she’d be shocked if he wasn’t sporting a massive boner. Stallions, regardless of whether they were ponies or equines for that matter, were too damn easy. A little bit of flirting, a flash of skin, or a sinful promise could easily get her a free dinner and a couple of drinks at worst or a new sugar daddy at best. It was intoxicating, knowing she held so much sway over anypony, and she was going to milk her career for as long as ponies were willing to huck bits at her and inflate her ego.
Only eventually pulling back, she cradled his head in her hands. “Wanna help me get undressed, stud?”
“Y…yes please!” he bleated.
She’d seen colts in candy stores or on Hearth’s Warming morning less excited than him, yet his enthusiasm was exactly what she’d been hoping for. While he didn’t need to be worked up for what was coming, it would make things far, far more interesting in the very near future. Turning her back to him, she bent over, angled her tush at his face, and gave her flank a small but audible smack.
“Time to unwrap your present,” she cooed. “Just remember, you can only touch my clothes…” she trailed off as she shot him a wink, “for now…”
Keeping her legs held closely together, she allowed him to unzip her skirt and pull it down her thighs. There was something profoundly arousing about having somepony undress you. Feeling fingers that weren’t your own wandering over your skin, caressing you and shivering with anticipation, was a refreshingly indulgent development. More often than not, her attire was ripped off before she was tossed onto a bed and mounted like a flimsy sex-toy, but not this time.
She held her breath and waited for an opportune time to strike. The moment her panties were drawn downward, revealing her winking, engorged marehood, she struck. Rolling her hips back and smashing her slavering pussy against his lips, catching him completely off guard, she squealed in delight. While it may not have been a kiss in a conventional sense, the tactically delivered smooch was the perfect way to kick things off.
As she’d expected, it took him perilously little time to reciprocate. Timid or not, there was only so much any reasonably straight stallion could endure before their instincts kicked into high gear - for Shutter, all it had taken was a few deep breaths of her succulent nethers and a taste of her nectar on his lips. She let him enjoy himself for a fleeting instant, just long enough to sink his tongue into her, before she straightened up and stepped away.
“Ah ah ~” she tutted, wheeling around and wagging a finger at him, “what’d I say about touching?”
“S…sorry,” he mumbled, licking his lips.
Peering down to his crotch, her eyes settled on a noticeable bulge in his shorts. Everything was going to plan, and much more smoothly than she could have hoped, but she wasn’t done with him yet - not by a long shot. Strutting away with a sway in her hips, she knelt down by a gym bag of her effects.
She only peeked back at him once, ensuring his eagerness wasn’t getting the best of him. While this was the first time she’d met him in the flesh, it wasn’t all that hard for her to get a decent grasp of his character. Like a bunch of stallions she’d known in school, back before she’d dropped out to make a name for herself, he seemed to be mostly talk, but that was fine with her - in fact, it worked to her benefit.
Rising up, she spun a set of handcuffs in each hand. “Ready to have some real fun?”
Shutter faltered, visibly stiffening while his anxiety came roaring back. “I…I guess?”
“Trust me, you’ll love it,” she snickered.
She gave him no time to argue as she locked one of his wrists to the arm of his chair. While she was far from any sort of a psychologist or academic, she’d done a lot - and she did mean a lot of homework in preparation for this. Getting Shutter to show up was the first hurdle, exciting him was the second, and guaranteeing he wouldn’t go anywhere or do anything foolish would be the third and final step before the big reveal.
With him handcuffed to his seat, she parted his legs and sank into a deep squat beneath them. “Mind if I get this off for you? They’re looking a little tight…”
Reaching out, she traced a finger over the noticeable tent in his shorts while she finished speaking. With his stallionhood jerked against the tip of her pointer, he nodded and gave her the green light. Now that she had him right where she wanted him, the only thing she had to worry about was him spontaneously blowing a load and causing a messy intermission.
She moved unhurriedly, loosening his belt and unbuttoning his shorts, while tittering like a school filly all the while. Stripping was an art, something not to be rushed, and it didn’t matter if she was doing it herself or to somepony else. Hooking her fingers into his waistband, taking care that she snagged his briefs in the process, she shuffled to the side and pulled.
Shutter’s dick sprang free and throbbed in the open air. Judging from the steady flow of pre-cum he was putting out, as well as just how hard his stallionhood was twitching, he was likely on a hair trigger already - unfortunate, but nothing she hadn’t accounted for. After removing his shoes and leaving him naked from the waist down, she leaned in and gave herself a good, long look at what he was working with.
If she was being perfectly honest, he was actually packing some serious heat. Impressively thick and long enough to pleasure nearly any mare, his endowment was pretty nice - sadly, it couldn’t hold a candle to the absolute monsters that had ruined her. Tenderly gripping his length in one hand, she rubbed the sensitive underside of his shaft with her thumb and earned herself a guttural moan from him.
Stricken with a pang of something she couldn’t quite identify, she rose and gave his cock a little parting flick. Exhilaration, irritation, and something akin to pity coursed through her as a subtle, almost inaudible sound crept to her ears from the bathroom. Shutter was going to have some fun, although it may not have been in the way he was expecting.
“Oh colts,” she sweetly called, holding a hand to her muzzle and turning to the back of the suite, “you can come out now!”
“‘Bout damn time,” a gruff voice called out.
The bathroom door swung open and a pair of familiar titans emerged. Larger than life and cocky in more ways than one, Hama and Dagu, the very striped studs who’d been turning her inside out on a regular basis for the last few months, walked over and flanked Shutter. If the poor unicorn hadn’t been nervous beforehand, he was definitely made uneasy by the duo of giants that came to stand at either side of him.
“W…what the hay?!” Shutter shouted. “You didn’t tell me they would be here!”
The contempt in his voice, at the way he said they, was enough to bolster Heat’s resolve in an instant. It was no mystery that Shutter didn’t care for the twins, and she suspected that he thought he could out-perform them, which was precisely why she’d invited him over. He needed to be taught a lesson, to have his hubris knocked down a peg or two, and she had a downright sinful way that she was going to do it.
It would have been nice if Shutter would be a willing participant, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t suit his purpose well enough. Aside from being enlightened on the error of his ways, that he couldn’t compare to Hama, Dagu, or any number of vastly superior stallions, he would serve as an educational tool for her viewers and anypony who watched the video after she’d edited and uploaded it to several of her favorite sites. As he squirmed in his chair, trying fruitlessly to free himself, the brothers walked past him and over to Heat.
Facing the camera with Dagu on her right and Hama on her left, she stood on her tiptoes and pecked the siblings on their cheeks. “I figure most of you little simps and sluts know just how big these two are, but it couldn’t hurt to give a little demonstration…”
Squatting down and splaying her thighs, giving everypony who was tuned in a picturesque view of her cunt, she lifted her arms and deftly unzipped the twins’ pants. Hama and Dagu hadn’t just been willing to help with her little scheme, they’d actually been instrumental with orchestrating it. Neither stud had appeared in any of her streams for the better part of a month, leading her followers to speculate they’d moved on, and now it was time for their grand return.
She removed their jeans in seconds, having done so more times than she could count, and reverently ran her hands down their hanging, incredible stallionhoods. No matter how many times she fooled around with them, simply seeing or touching either of their endowments never failed to get her motor running - so much so that she’d developed a pavlovian response to them. Her marehood drooled, her mouth began to water, and it was a struggle not to fling herself upon them, but she managed to retain her composure - if only for a little while.
“As you can see,” she remarked, wiping a bead of saliva from her chin as she held her forearm up against Hama’s shaft, “they’re not what you’d call small. How about you two show your adoring fans just how gifted you really are.”
“You got it,” Dagu grunted.
Acting in unison, mirror images of one another, the pair stepped back to flank Shutter. Despite the fact that the twins were standing while their guest remained seated, the disparity of their packages was as clear as night and day. The zebras’ equipment positively dwarfed the pony’s rigid prick, making the poor unicorn’s colthood look pathetic in comparison.
Shutter craned his neck to look up the siblings, set his jaw, then scowled over at Heat. “Fuck you.”
“Hah - you wish,” she laughed, genuinely amused by his outburst. Lowering her gaze and spying his sad little erection, she smirked. “I said I was going to show you a good time, but I never mentioned you’d do anything other than look at this -” she sighed, gliding a hand down her abdomen and to her groin, “besides, I don’t think I’d even feel that puny thing of yours.”
Waving the brothers back over, she drew her tongue over her lips. The ponies who’d tuned in may have gotten some amusement from her demeaning the braggart, but they weren’t there to hear her yammering on while stallions compared dick sizes. With nothing more to be meaningfully said, the real show could begin.
She twisted slightly to face Dagu, clutched his weighty stallionhood in one hand and angled it to her face. Buck it - on second thought, she might hold a pole after she was finished to see if her followers wanted a video exclusively about her waxing poetic about how phenomenal Zebricans were, but she had more important things to deal with for the time being. Wrapping her lips around one tremendous cock-head while reaching back to stroke Hama’s shaft with her free hand, she closed her eyes and groaned.
Like many times before and untold times to come, she gradually lost herself to the moment. The taste of unwashed flesh against her tongue, the sensation of velvety skin around the steely core of their stallionhood, and knowing she could be tossed around like a rag doll were all exceptionally compelling, but the smell - sweet, merciful Celestia, the scent of their musk clouded her mind like few things ever had. Maybe the aroma of the studs tickled some primal, marish part of her brain, or perhaps she was predisposed to Zebricans - whatever the case may be, she was no better than an addict around them.
There was a point at which her acting came to an end, when she stopped trying to be sexy, and it typically happened after she’d gotten her first taste of fat zebra dick - yeah, they may have been the only two striped studs she’d given herself to, but there was no guarantee that wouldn’t change at some point in the future. Staving off the temptation to play with herself, she jacked off one sibling as she sucked on the other.
“Didn’t she forget about the part where we’re supposed to slap her in the face with our junk?” Hama asked.
Dagu shrugged and grabbed the back of her head. “Are you surprised? She’s like a junkie for this shit.”
She drew a deep breath moments before she was wrenched forward. In the blink of an eye, her throat spasmed around Dagu’s ebony shaft. There’d been a time when she didn’t like when the duo were rough, yet she’d grown to love just how assertive they could be. She was a mare, a lesser creature who was meant to serve them, and understanding that had been the key to truly enjoying their passion.
Gagging and drawing air when she could, she lovingly squeezed Hama’s shaft. Things always started off like this, getting her throat swabbed by one while she warmed up the other, although they’d both be satisfied before the night was out. With their nigh limitless stamina and how one would rail her as the other recovered, it wouldn’t take them long to wear her out - not that she minded in the slightest.
The best, and she did mean the best part about accepting her role in the grand scheme of things was that she didn’t even have to do much to indulge in mind-shattering bliss. She was a duo of warm, welcoming holes for stallions, and she’d even been developing a fondness for getting her ass fucked, so her only concern was following any orders she was given, making herself presentable, and trying her best not to pass out from cumming too hard! Peeking up with a single tear-streaked eye, she lowered her free hand to knead her aching snatch.
“Go ahead,” Hama rumbled. “I think I saw one of your viewers say something about rubbing yourself,” he noted, squinting at the laptop’s monitor. “Yeah, SissySub69 said he’d donate fifty bits if you fist your cunt.”
Without the slightest bit of hesitation, she angled her pelvis forward, leaned back a hair, and drove her hand into her marehood. What would have been impossible months prior, back before her first fateful visit from Hama and Dagu, was now a trivial affair. Clenching around her wrist and grinding her knuckles against her g-spot, she skyrocketed towards release.
Masturbating while throating one of the twins was enough to get her off in and of itself, but doing it for an audience magnified her rapture. There were probably dozens, maybe hundreds of pony stallions manically beating their meat to the spectacle she provided, and the thought of having untold loads spent at her expense was electrifying. While her lungs spasmed and started to burn, her nose bumped against Dagu’s crotch.
Bang
Though she’d only been at it for a few minutes, she was wracked by a fierce orgasm. With waves of pleasure coursing through her frame, her motions faltered. She hadn’t counted on cumming so quickly, gushing marish juices to the cheap carpet while literally choking on zebra dick, although it wasn’t the first time and it definitely wasn’t the last time it had happened. As she rode out her ecstasy, her ear perked up at an unfamiliar sound.
Patting Dagu’s hip, she reared back and unsheathed herself from the stud’s shaft. She wasn’t one for interruptions, but it almost sounded like somepony had just moaned - somepony who wasn’t either of the colossal siblings looming over her. She leaned back hesitantly, torn between her instincts to keep worshiping the godly tool in her muzzle and checking to see what was going on, and froze.
Heaving air into his chest and biting his lower lip to stifle himself, Shutter stared over at the computer screen. Situated as he was, off to the side and several feet from the action, she could forgive him for watching the monitor - that being said, she couldn’t excuse him for what he’d done. Thin seed lay spattered over his thighs and onto his chair as his stallionhood, if she could even call it that at this point, steadily shriveled and went limp.
“Dude,” Dagu breathed, following her gaze, “did you just nut?”
“The fuck does it look like?” Hama guffawed. “If this guy wasn’t a cuck before, he sure as shit is now.”
There weren’t many times in Heat’s life when she was rendered speechless, but darned if this wasn’t one of them. She’d actually intended on giving Shutter a hand-job or halfhearted blowjob out of pity at some point, if only so he didn’t unsubscribe to her, yet he’d cum without any direct stimulation whatsoever! Pushing herself up, she stepped around Dagu to get a closer look at the shivering stallion.
“That’d be funny,” she giggled, “if it wasn’t so sad. Hey, Dagu, can you turn him to face the bed? If he popped just from that, I can’t wait to see what he does when he has a front row seat while you two are double-stuffing me.”
Dagu did as she asked, trotting over and shifting Shutter’s chair to face the mattress, before walking to the side of the bed. She usually held off on being spit-roasted, since it served as one heck of a finale for any video or stream, although this was a special occasion. Seeing as how Shutter had spontaneously peaked, and that he was effectively being held captive, it stood to reason that she couldn’t keep him locked to his seat for hours on end.
She briefly checked the camera feeds, nodded to herself, and crawled up the foot of the bed. Truth be told, ever since she’d checked in at the hotel, she’d been dying to get fucked, and she wasn’t going to hold herself back any longer. Situating herself on all fours, she braced her legs, arched her back, and swayed her hips from side to side.
Just as ready as she was, the titans began to move. Happy to pick up where he’d left off, Dagu eased himself onto the mattress, shuffled in front of her, and presented his package. Hama playfully slap her upturned ass as came up behind her. With an utterly prodigious dangling inches from her face, and another kissing her entrance, she lifted her waist and invitingly lolled out her tongue.
As rewarding as it was to please the twins, slobbering on their cocks or riding either of them, nothing could rival when they dominated her. Acting like a well oiled machine, two parts of a whole, Hama sank into her balmy depths while Dagu plunged into her snout and straight down her gullet. There was a darn good reason she avoided taking the pair together, and it made itself apparent within mere seconds.
Before either of the pair could fully hilt her, she felt it - the sensation of another climax welling up within her. Her every sense was consumed by the duo, from the sight of Dagu’s six pack abs and the smell of sex clinging to her nostrils to the feeling of strong, powerful fingers grabbing her hips and the pre-cum dancing over her palate, and she wouldn’t have had it any other way. Craning her neck and slipping a bit more stallionhood into her muzzle, she threw her weight back and impaled herself.
“Thirsty bitch,” Hama grunted, giving her backside a sound smack for her efforts. “You ready?”
“Like you have to ask,” Dagu chuckled.
And with that, the pair started thrusting into her. There was no gradual escalation, nor was she asked if she was comfortable - no, the brothers simply plowed her like it was the last thing they’d ever do. Though she’d been rutted by them innumerable times and in a whole host of different positions, some of which she hadn’t known she was capable of assuming, she slipped into a rapturous haze and succumbed to her longings.
Her audience, Shutter, her disapproving family, none of them mattered - not really anyways. At the end of the day, as long as she was making enough bits to get by, the only thing she cared about were moments like these - being railed and basking in the glory of two godly stallions. As she clutched the bed sheets and held on for dear life, her body was rhythmically driven forward and back between the duo.
It didn’t take her long to have a second climax - then again, that wasn’t out of the ordinary. Once she had a girthy, throbbing zebra cock stretching her open and hammering against her womb, what little endurance she had withered away to practically nothing. Weathering an onslaught of blinding ecstasy, she locked out her arms to keep herself steady.
In a great many ways, she was an extremely lucky pony. Not only had she hit it big, making more money than her parents did combined, but she was a mare. While she was sure that many stallions would argue that they had it pretty good, she couldn’t imagine living without being able to climax multiple times in rapid succession.
Hama yanked on her tail and shook her from her reverie. “Tighten up…”
Constricting around his pistoning length, she obliged him as best she could. A part of her was aware of just how loose she’d become, recalling the days when she’d be walking funny and feeling uncomfortable whenever she sat down on anything hard, although she couldn’t bring herself to stop giving herself to the twins. Hama and Dagu had shown her the light, delivering inconceivable pleasure to her both on and off of her streams, and she wouldn’t - couldn’t turn down their advances.
Her third orgasm was just as potent as the first two, making her gag and sputter around Dagu’s cock, but the fourth nearly broke her. Shaking like a leaf in the wind, she was only able to hold herself up through sheer determination alone. The good news was that her plight didn’t go unnoticed - the bad was - well, actually there wasn’t any bad news.
If the siblings had said anything, they’d either spoken softly or she hadn’t heard it - regardless, they backed away and freed their stallionhoods from her. With a desperate look in her eye, she looked up at Dagu as he slid his hands under her arms. Faster than she could think and far quicker than she could react, the pair flipped her onto her back.
“There we go,” Hama hummed, taking her ankles in his hands.
Having lifted her head and placing a pillow beneath it, Dagu inched forward, held her throat, and drove his dick straight into her maw. “Try not to pass out again…”
The request wasn’t undue. It wasn’t uncommon for her to black out mid-coitus, slipping into a nirvanic oblivion and waking up filled and covered with potent Zebrican seed. She shuddered to think what she’d do if prophylactic magic and potions didn’t exist, because she would have been knocked up long, long before now if they weren’t as easily available as they were.
With her arms and legs held, she was skewered from both ends. This - this was what she lived for, being screwed like a cheap whore, and she wouldn’t have traded it for the world.Taking sips of air when she could, she mopped Dagu’s length while tightly gripping Hamu’s shaft. There was no way for her to tell how long they’d last or if she’d remain conscious until they reached their limit, but she was going to do everything in her power to earn her inevitable creampie.
She lost track of how many climaxes she’d had after the seventh - or maybe it was the eighth, yet that didn’t deter the pair - if anything, her muted squeals and gushing marehood only fueled them to rut her harder and faster than ever. Adrift in an endless sea of bliss, unable to move and barely able to think, she wallowed in her self-indulgent hedonism. The night was young, she was sure that new viewers were tuning in to watch her getting fucked, and she had every intention of leaving the hotel until she was absolutely bloated with cum.
Like all good things, irrespective of her wishes, the end came far quicker than she would have liked. Dagu finished first, cumming down her throat before abruptly pulling out and painting her face, and his brother followed suit shortly thereafter. Burying every phenomenal inch of his length in her battered cunt, he remained entombed in her marehood until every drop of his essence had been deposited in her deepest depths.
Standing and hopping off the bed, Dagu bent over, grabbed his pants and pulled them up his legs. “Hot damn, I needed that. You need anything, babe?”
“Guh - Cough - wha…” she feebly replied, gazing up at the ceiling.
Following in his brother’s footsteps, Hama laughed. “Gonna go grab a few drinks. Don’t go anywhere - either of you…”
Either of you…Hearing the words, Heat lifted her head and wearily glanced over to the chair. Shutter hadn’t budged, and any trace of resentment was gone from his features, but that wasn’t what caught her eye. Standing tall and as proud as it could manage, his stallionhood pulsed in tune with his thundering heart. At some point or other, though she hadn’t the slightest idea when, he’d been inspired enough to get hard again.
She peeked over to a clock at the bedside and blinked. Holy heck ~ had they really been going at it for the better part of an hour?! She’d always heard that time flew when you were having fun, but this was ridiculous. Had somepony asked her, she would have said she’d been getting plowed for a few minutes, not an hour! Realizing just how long Shutter had been sitting there, she swung her legs off the sofa, went to stand, promptly collapsed in a heap, then made a second attempt to get to her feet.
“S…sorry about that,” she rasped, finally managing to get her legs under herself. Drunkenly stumbling over to him, she held his shoulder to support himself. “Lemme just find the keys and…”
She fell silent when she saw what held his attention. His eyes, wide and glossy, were fixated on her loins and the small torrent of cum seeping down her inner thighs. She’d been seconds from letting him go, from removing the cuffs and shooing him away with a goodbye kiss, although he didn’t appear to be in any hurry to leave.
Lifting one leg and placing her foot next to his arm, she thrust her pelvis forward and presented her crotch. “You want it…?”
He practically shot forward and began feasting on her pussy without saying a word. Though she was aware that there were stallions in the world into this sort of thing, lapping some stud’s cum out of their crush’s snatch, this was the first time she’d ever met one. Gnawing her lip and stepping closer, smearing her slathered, winking marehood against his face, she cupped her tits and twisted her nipples. If Shutter wanted to hang around until Dagu and Hama came back for round two, letting him stay to clean her up was the least she could do…