Ice Pick leaned one hoof on the water dotted glass, whilst her other was preoccupied down below. Down her chest, her slim flat belly, pushing down on one of her medium-sized peaks, her hoof was embroiled in a grind-off against her clit. The frog of her hoof whisked against her winking love button, trying to pestle out every drop of pleasure she could, hoping the sound of the shower would help hide her moans. The hot waters matted down her bright grey fur, her blonde mane was stuck to her cheeks in strands. She looked a mess, ironically, even under the showerhead. Her pink, velvet-soft walls attempted to squeeze around a fat virile slab of meat, which is unfortunately absent from her tight snatch.

Why didn’t I spent just a little extra?

The mournful thought rang out with every lull in the pleasure she felt. Instead of shelling out a few extra bits to alleviate the annual fire in her twat from a licenced physician, she got cocky. ‘How bad could it be?’, she asked herself as the spell wore off, realising the weight of her folly when she awoke that morning with her thighs effectively glued together with her own essences, and her nostrils congested by her own arousal. She disappeared into the bathroom that afternoon and had yet to come out, furiously – and with futility – trying to rub away a decade’s worth of inexperienced heat. She couldn’t have predicted the effect it would have on her mind too. Through the red haze of frustration, her thoughts were awash with big leaking cocks and swollen bellies and crotchtits heavy with milk, her thighs quivering at the prospect of leaving the bathroom and impale herself on a first turgid shaft she came across. Now, it wasn’t that she opposed the idea of a foal, nor was she in short supply of thick dicks to choose from – two, in fact. However, what stayed her from prostrating herself before the first stallion she saw, demanding to be filled, was a simple vice she held: Pride.

Ice Pick loathed the idea of not being in charge. If she wanted to fuck, it was because she said so, not her body. Her masturbation efforts were an attempt to wrangle it, keep it under control. Yet. Even through the fog of steaming water and the soap on her fur, the only scent her nose could pick up was her own. A perfunctory spice that just left her perpetually soaked. The more she rubbed, the wetter she got, the stronger her scent became and thus the more her libido was stoked – repeat ad infinitum.

“Ice Pick, we’re back!”

“D-dammit,” she cursed through a clenched jaw, allowing her hoof to drop. She had come close to spraining something with how long she devoted to pleasuring herself, her hind legs shaking, bearing the weight of her body for upwards of an hour now.

Ice Pick was one-third of a committed relationship. One mare, two stallions, although they weren’t devoted purely to her. Attentions were spread equally, and not a hole was left untouched between them. However, they each fulfilled a ‘role’, or so Ice Pick liked to think. Permittivity, just as his name was a mouthful, so was his cock. Long and thick, if Ice fancied a nice stretch she’d allow him to fuck her twat so long as she was on top. The other stallion in her life, Rosetta, was a cute slice of pie. Whilst not as endowed as the other stallion, she loved to tease him relentlessly and listen to his mewls and moans as she rode him, and she rode him hard. When the orange stud wasn’t pounding her pussy to soreness and she wasn’t rendering Rosetta incapable of walking for that weak, there was nothing forbidding them from having fun with each other. If she had a bit for the number of times Permittivity was balls deep in the smaller stallion or Rosetta was rocking gently back and forth in the other stallion’s mouth, she might have had enough bits to spare her from the unrelenting heat.

With a clenched jaw, she turned off the shower, looking towards the closed door. “I’m coming!” she called back, groaning soon after. If only.

She dried herself off, paying extra attention to the insides of her thighs, tossing the ‘corrupted’ towel into a hamper for future washing, which also laid atop the stained bedsheets from that morning. She had taken all the necessary precautions in hiding her ailment from the stallions, who were as likely to have their lusts fanned from her scent as she was. Prior to it crashing into her like a freight train, she saw mares on the streets walking side by side with new lovers. If Hearts and Hooves day was for the stallions to profess their attractions, then the first day of heat was for mare’s to show who their pussies were sodden for. However, not every mare had to suffer years of accumulated heat being dropped on their flanks, so she was unique in that regard.

Her muzzle was the first thing she poked out from the door after she dried off, peeking for her lovers. The two stallions were completely unaware of her situation, the ponies in question together in the kitchen, laughing at something she was too far away to hear.

Permittivity was stockier of the two, with a rich orange coat and a mess of chocolate brown mane atop his head; his horn poking through. Rosette on the other hoof was smaller in frame, smaller than even Ice Pick, slightly more effeminate and much cuter than the other stallion as a result. His mane was a shade of crimson, his soft-looking coat a bright shade of pink. In the midst of their conversation, they each shared looks with one another, their blue eyes radiating an affection that only lovers could share… or was worn by the other like a puppet on their cock.

Ice Pick blushed at the image, grinding her hind legs together as she swallowed back her anxiety. She knew if she threw herself out into the presence of the two strapping stallions she might not be able to hold herself back – the temptation was strong enough as it is! However, she knew that too long in hiding would provoke them into the investigation, no doubt discovering her vulnerability. Sighing, she entered the apartment proper, determined to leave her heat in the bathroom.

“Hey guys,” she greeted, forcing her voice to remain steady, “how’re you doing?”

Both of the stallions immediately shot their eyes in her direction, smiling coming to both of their faces – they were clearly glad to see her again. Little did they know, at the mere sight of them, Ice’s body was flushed with a surge of primal fire, her moistening cunny hidden behind her lowered tail.

“Great!” started Perm, his voice like honey and somewhat deep, nodding with a grin in Rosette’s direction. “Although, Rose here wanted to take the long way back.”

“Cutting through the park during spring isn’t worth the risk – it’s not only pollen you have to worry about during this season!” Objected the smaller stallion, his higher, softer voice almost cracking, looking between Ice and Perm with a glimmer of panic in his eyes.

“What? Afraid the smell of a few horny mares would encourage me to you into a nearby bush and ravage you?” he asked with a playful grin, leaning towards Rosette with pronounced lips.

Rosette’s pink cheeks adopted a shade of red, leaning away from his encroaching lips. “More afraid that the bush wouldn’t already be occupied! You know how some mares get during this time of year. They can get… insistent.”

“And how is that any different than Ice?” he asked, withdrawing his lips to wink in her direction. “She can be pretty demanding.”

“But she’s not d-desperate,” he reasoned with a nervous break, smiling sheepishly in her direction.

“Yeah, you’ve got that right,” concurred Perm, snorting. “Hey, remember that time you woke up tied to the bedposts? By the time I got home, you were making noises I wasn’t sure a stallion could ever make!”

“Well, how about the time she roped you into pet play?” countered Rosette with a grin, his own cheeks flushed at the memory.

Perm’s eyes widened, a tincture of red coming to his dark orange cheeks. “How was I supposed to know the collar was enchanted?!”

“Because of the second tail?” replied Rose, waggling his eyebrows, smiling demurely.

The larger stallion pursed his lips, although it was clear he was trying to suppress the laugh building behind it. “Oh, you mean my dick?” Perm grinned.

Rose chortled into his hoof before replying. “It was wagging. And I could trace your exact route in the apartment by the mess you were leaving behind.”

“I must have beaten a record somewhere. Who else has remained that hard without relief?” he asked, only half-serious.

“Any longer and I’m sure she would have had you whimpering too,” Rose quipped, grinning cheekily.

Whilst the two chortled at the memories, Ice felt her eye twitch as her cheeks inflamed once again, recalling each vividly. For Rosette, she had been planning their salacious activity for a few days – all without the stallion’s knowledge of course. You can’t let the birthday colt in on his birthday surprise after all, even if it was for her own carnal enjoyment as much as his. She awoke after Perm left for work, hastily tying the smaller stallion’s limbs to each bedpost before she went to work.

She recalled his cute, groggy expression when she awoke him with kisses to the sheath, stirring not just him awake but his cock also. The prime difference between her interactions with Perm and Rose when it came to sex (and they weren’t both involved directly) was the amount of time she dedicated to foreplay. Perm was a stud. Any time, anywhere he was ready to ‘drop’ and go. In comparison, Rosette was more tender, which called for a soft touch. She recalled when his mottled pink spire rose from it sheath, how she graced his mottled length with licks and kisses, her tongue flicking up each and every bead of precum from his trembling meat. His mewls and moans were almost sonorous in their quality, and she enjoyed listening to them, but not as much as his whimpers. She’d use her lips to functionally ‘nibble’ his medial ring, causing his thighs to tense and his limbs to pull at the bindings. It might have been his special day but that didn’t mean he’d receive mercy… well, much of it.

When he started to beg, that’s when she decided to move onto the next stage. By then, his cock was like a tap, an unceasing stream of clear sticky pre coursing down his desperate, throbbing length. She angled her pussy over his pole, by now she was soaking wet but she was considerably more measured than he was at controlling her arousal. She dropped herself, impaling her twat on his cock and she rode him, her hooves resting on his flat stomach for support. She felt him pulse, the first sticky rope hitting the roof of her womb, the ones thereafter leaking from her tight twat and gathering at the base of his humble pink column. He was panting, clearly exerted from the experience… Then she raised her hips and dropped back down.

It wasn’t over.

Ice rode him for hours. She’d orgasm, trembling with ecstasy but she continued to slap her hips and ride him like a bronco at the carnival. Meanwhile, his balls were drained so thoroughly that he was completely dry by the eighth or so orgasm, sweating bullets as he pushed beyond the limits of his endurance. It was certainly an experience. That was her goal really, to make it memorable. The fact they were discussing it vividly meant she succeeded in that particular endeavour but he chewed her lip in longing, wishing to be split in twain by Rosette’s member and for him to return the favour, picturing herself being mounted by the stallion, just a bit too small to nip at the back of her neck…

Her eyes widened. ‘Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts!’ she told herself, yet her body opposed her mind every step of the way. Her eyes glued themselves to Perm, the current conversation between the two muted as the past was forcefully brought to light in her head. She could recall it with perfect clarity. His excitement. She knew his expectations were, at most, tempered. With pet play, he had no doubt expected the collar, perhaps some yanking – and not just on his leash! Maybe a few verbal references to dogs. However, through the repayment of a favour, she acquired a rather… potent, enchantment for the collar he’d be wearing. The simple faux-leather adornment, as he would soon discover, was irremovable by no other hoof except hers. And, all the while, he found his balls sloshing with enhanced fertility and volume, his fat fuckstick filled to the brim with the fiery hot blood of an enhanced libido. Even without stimuli, he was practically pissing his clear stick essence over the floor. She had half the mind to have him lick it up if she weren’t aroused by it. His neediness and blushing countenance that day was the first time she had seen outright desperation in the large stallion. She had witnessed Rosette’s twitching hind legs and puppy-like mewls when Perm prodded and poked at his needy entrance, or when she ground herself against cock in bed, yet Perm’s breakdown into lusty hysterics was surreal to see. When she eventually allowed him to mount her, it felt like being bred by a feral dog, his typical quips and lustful remarks replaced by pants...

She could empathise with him now. Just as pure, unfettered arousal coursed into him, filling him with an itch he couldn’t ever hope to scratch. Ironically, only they alleviate her own burning libido now… but at what cost?

“Do you smell something?”

The question broke her free of her lust-fuelled reverie, shooting her blue eyes to Rosette, whose nostrils were flared and sniffing at the air curiously.

Perm, similarly, raised his muzzle and took a whiff, his eyes squinting, “You know what, now that you mention it-”

“No!” she exclaimed in panic, her eyes matching her tone as they widened into plates.

Both stallions turned their surprised hues towards her. They both blinked, the pause ensuring so pregnant that Ice Pick was aroused by that in of itself.

“‘No’?” Perm echoed, a whimsical smile coming to his face.

“No! Ahem, no,” she reiterated in a low voice, drawing her hoof in front of her with an uneasy chuckle. “I do not smell anything,” she lied, forcing a cool grin. Meanwhile, her pussy could spark a fire. It was so hot. “A-and if you do, maybe you’re just imagining it!”

“Oh… ‘kay?” Perm said, raising a brow sceptically.

“Well, I smell something, and it smells spicy. Do you think it’s from another apartment?” asked Rose, his brows knitting.

“If smells can travel through these walls then I think we’re paying too much for our rent. But at the same time, I pity the ponies who have to deal with living next to us,” joked Perm, chuckling as he looked between his two lovers, sighing in contentment thereafter. “Sex joke.”

“Well, I hope they cut it out soon. I feel like I’m getting hot just from proxy.”

“You mean it isn’t just me then? And I can’t even smell it.”

“So what are you two up to today?” she asked, hoping to throw off their train of thought. “A leisurely stroll outside, perhaps?”

“We just got home, why would we leave again?” asked Rose, smiling.

“Yeah, I don’t plan on going out there much during this time of the year anyhow,” added Perm, similarly simpering.

“That means we can spend the day together. Doesn’t sound great, Ice?” Rose was beaming, clearly happy to spend time with both of his lovers.

“Y-yeah…” she concurred ruefully, forcing a smile; her tail twitching anxiously.

Crap...

The day progressed largely like any other, only with a great deal more squeamishness and social distancing. She tried her best to put as much distance between the pair without trying to stir any feelings of offence her way. No hugs, kisses or affectionate bumps were allowed to come her way if she could help it. Later that afternoon, she almost thought herself within a safe distance of the finishing line, taking the recliner as her stallions conversed on the sofa. It was hard to keep far enough away to avoid arousing suspicion, yet in doing so she had been in every area of the apartment. She had opened all the windows covertly and hoped a fresh breeze would do the rest. However, from where she sat, she watched them with devouring eyes, even as she kept her hind legs together. It was a futile gesture to not only hide her shame but stifle the perfunctory arousal lingering in the air – emphasis on futile. She didn’t know if her stallions were a unique or typical example of willpower, but as they sat, the two had been getting progressively closer and closer to one another until they were leaning shoulder to shoulder on each other’s frames. Just as she could taste her own lust on the air, the growing sexual tension was palpable.

After a while, Ice was a melting example of her name, sweating profusely as she watched furtively from her upright position. Out of the blue, Rosette began to plant small kisses on the larger stallion’s nape. His cheeks were pink, moved more by compulsion rather than his own will as Perm did nothing to stop him. Only then did Ice notice that the other stallion was similarly red-faced, his eyes partially lidded as his lips parted to allow for his heavier exhales. The more Rose leant against him, the further back he fell until the smaller effeminate stallion was atop the larger stallion’s chest; continuing to plant his affectionate, lusty pecks on the underside of his jaw, missing his lips either through intention or clumsiness.

“Umm… guys?” Ice probed, gulping right after, although she may as well have not spoken at all her voice was so quiet and mouse-like. She was half-concerned, half-enthralled with the scene before her. Her pussy, which was already ablaze from the heat, was slowly but surely stealing the reins from its owner as it desired no end to the scene that was gradually flowering before them.

“Is it just me, or are you irresistible today?” Rosette was out of breath, and he met the larger stallion’s lidded gaze with his own.

“I could say the same for you,” quipped Perm, his hooves reaching to cup the stallion’s plush cheeks, a grin forming on his face. “I’ve just realised how long it’s been since I’ve bred your ass.”

A strained breath came from Rose’s mouth, his hips shifting – his erection no doubt having already poured from his sheath. “I want to rub my face all over your fat sweaty cock. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Well, maybe you don’t have to think about doing it?” Perm’s voice was heavy with implication, the smaller stallion chewing his lip in reply.

Running up Rose’s taint, nestled between his ass and running over the plump, wrinkled ponut, was the eager and painfully engorged cock of Permittivity. Of the two stallions, Perm’s rod was noticeably thicker, going beyond fat, it was positively obese in its rotundity. The length was mottled, several shades darker than Perm’s coat and almost as long as Ice’s hoof. Already it was leaking in anticipation, several clear droplets already coursing down to split over Rose’s puffy ass-ring and contributing a distinctly musky odour to the already everpresent scent of a mare’s unquenched heat.

“Umph! I want it inside me already but I could never take you dry,” he lamented with a breathy voice, ignoring the larger pony’s compulsive kisses on his cheek.

“You could try and take the flare in your mouth?” Perm asked, although his tone was absent of doubt or worry, too preoccupied with peppering the smaller stallion with kisses. “Emphasis on ‘try’. You’ve always thought I was too big.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” Rose leant against Perm’s lips, until eventually, they met, the larger stallion giving Rose’s cheeks a swift, painless clap with hooves; their tongues coming to duel as they both shared groans.

“G-guys…” Ice squeaked. She felt paralysed by her own lust, staining the chair with her own abundant nectar. She knew Perm especially was anal about getting stains on the furniture but it was clear to her that a different sort of ‘anal’ was on his mind. The larger stallion’s hips were gently moving up and down, grinding his veiny, cumbersome cock up and down the smaller stallion’s hole. Her lips flapped uselessly, her next words were a mutter, “I need to tell you something…”

The two stallions abandoned their tongue spar, not to acknowledge Ice’s meek voice but instead, to gaze deeply into one another’s eyes. Rose leaned into Perm’s hoof as he brought it up to stroke across his cheek, finding affection through the dense fog of lust. Ice might have released an ‘aww’ at the sight, yet when Rose planted a kiss on Perm’s nape, then another on his chest, she quickly realised the pink stallion was beginning to lay a wet, sloppy road to his desire. Shuffling backwards, raising his leg over the large meaty spear blocking his descent, Rose left a trail of saliva covered kisses down Perm’s chest and belly. The larger stallion, although his fuckrod painfully hard, appeared patient and happy to watch Rose apply his theatrics to what would culminate to a very base performance.

By the time Rose was lying between Perm’s thighs, his mouth was drooling almost as much as Perm’s cock was. The huge mottled monolith was twitching with anticipation for Rose’s attention, glob after glob of clear sticky fluid leaking down the underside of his cock like tears, his shaft, sack and sheath wet with his latent arousal. The sweaty, musk-covered prick was the obvious desire in Rose’s blue eyes and just like he promised, he shoved his face against the root; his muzzle pressed where his heaving nutsack met his sheath and cock. Without even extending his tongue it was likely he could taste such a strong smell, the raw, unfettered masculinity of a stud that his whole body was craving for.

Rose pulled away after a moment, exhaling through his mouth as his face became flushed with a carnal warmth. “I love this cock,” he cooed, bringing his hoof up to give the titan length a few appreciative strokes – the rod throbbing in reply.

Perk snickered, smirking right after. “Why don’t you prove it?”

“Oh, I’ll prove it alright…”

Ice was licking her lips, almost forgetting entirely what was pushing them to such lewdness. Rose started with his (eventual) reward, his plump lips making contact with Perm’s baseball-sized nuts. The large roiling testes were soon beset upon by lashes of Rose’s agile tongue, broken up by large wet kisses and open-mouthed suckles; the balls requiring an open jaw just to pop in. It was no mystery why Rose dedicated so much time and attention to such rotund balls. The only suitable cushion for such a large, fertile pair of churners was the appreciative tongue of an outrageously horny stallion, which Rose was all the happy to provide. From her position, what Ice could see was limited but she knew well enough that Rose was treating Perm’s sweaty sack to a tongue bath, licking away sweat and precum. Every so often he would treat himself to a deep inhalation of his musk, his hind fetlocks curling with his lust. Ice could see Rose’s sack retract at the smell, his pink shaft no doubt making a musky wet stain on the couch beneath him. Not only that, but his hole also winked, longing for the pole and seed at his muzzle. Ice licked her lips at the sight, feeling the desire to go over and delve in. Yet, one part of her kept her stayed, the part which knew that to put herself through an act of degradation would be a slippery slope. She had to remain strong!

“I fucking love your balls. They feel so heavy on my tongue… Celestia, you must be backed up,” Rose commented between licks, not leaving an inch of his sack uncovered in spit and pre.

“I can certainly feel the pressure,” replied Perm, wincing at a lick Rose delivered whilst he spoke.

“Just wait a little longer. I know just where you can release it,” assured Rose, turning his gaze to the still throbbing cock above him.

“I don’t know. I feel like I’ve got super sperm right now.” Perm chuckled, his balls retracting to punctuate.

“What are you worried about? Getting me pregnant?” Rose retorted, wearing an impish grin.

“Life finds a way,” he quipped, wearing a grin right after. “It’s almost a sin that such a pretty stallion like you is a stallion at all.”

“Sometimes it’s the stuff that’s so wrong that feels good,” he countered, sticking out his tongue cheekily at the larger pony before pressing it right against the turgid base of the mottled member.

Perm released a moan at the contact. Rose’s tongue, which was immediately glued to the shaft, slowly followed up the stallion’s musk-covered meat, trailing one of the precum stains up to the plump ring that covered the circumference. Ice widened her eyes at the noise Perm made – a pleasured groan. Typically, it required a lot of edging to provoke such an audible sign of his ecstasy – if his hoof curling around the edge of the couch and the thick glob of pre from the flared tip weren’t evident enough. The vocalisation served as horny kindling to Rose’s tongue engine, trading slowness for speed as he began to lap up all the sticky trails he could, hoping to swap sweat and pre for his own warm spittle. In trying to cover as much as possible, he stained his own cheeks with the raw masculine scent, groaning all the while and revelling in the debauchery.

Rose gradually made his way closer and closer to the wide, bestial flare at the peak of Perm’s revere-worthy slab of meat, his tongue finally running over the blunted top and moaning as he tasted the dense musky flavour right from the tap. Rose had to use both hooves to grasp onto the large throbbing hose, holding the shaft like a lollipop stick whilst he dragged his wide tongue over the indented tip, staring directly into Perm’s eyes whilst he carried out the lusty, self-indulgent deed.

“Unf. I always forget how easy you can make yourself look like an utter slut,” Perm remarked, his endowment throbbing sharply at both the sensation and sight of Rose’s devoted worship.

“I can’t help myself,” Rose replied, barely sparing the moment to speak before he resumed sliding his wet tongue over the ridge and tip, pushing down hard across the musky crown; his lips parting wide as he started to stretch his jaw.

Ice hadn’t even realised she was rubbing herself at the scene, her little love nub tapping against the underside of her hoof as she watched the scene unfold with enthralment. Rose winced as he tried to force the thick dick against his parted lips, but sheer arousal kept him driven in spite of the difficult endeavour.

“C’mon… you can do it, slut,” Perm encouraged, chewing his lip at the delicious sight.

With encouragement behind him, Rose pushed himself down on the shaft until the flare speared his face, cramming the enormous column into his teeny tiny mouth. Although the sensation of scraping teeth was unavoidable, Rose was immediate in the application of his tongue, his lips forming a seal around the fat cock as he dribbled, sucked and licked at the cock in his gob. Excess saliva trickled down the side of the large meat, Rose’s stroking hooves helping to spread and lubricate the already glistening member. Ice was infatuated with the bulge in his cheeks, the outline of the flare visible as Rose’s nostrils he inhaled air and musk all the same. Rose pushed down on the shaft, barely taking much of the cock at all but just enough to feel it prod against the back of his throat.

“You did it.” Perm smiled as he congratulated the unicorn slobbering over his knob but a hoof went to pink stallion’s mane, pushing him back and off his cock with a wet slide and pop, Rose’s hot breaths glancing off the glazed tip of Perm’s twitching cock. “I think I’m ready.”

“I know you were, but do you think I can tear myself away so easily?” The rosy coloured stallion was breathing heavily, rubbing his cheek across the wetted head, smearing a peal of precum across his own cheek. “Might as well. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

Rose rose to his hooves, relying on Perm’s thigh as support. Now, on his hind legs, his trembling pink cock was visible beneath him; smacking against his belly as a string of pre connecting the tip to his matted down stomach. Ice Pick had no words to describe the height of her own lust, pathetically penetrating her own sodden pussy with the tip of her hoof, silently wishing for either of their cocks to plunge into her aching twat.

She watched the pink stallion inch his way forwards, clambering over Perm eagerly until his hole was hovering over the wide tip of the engorged, pulsing member; his hooves planted on the larger stallion’s chest for support as he lowered his ass down, kissing his tender and tight hole with the cockhead. Rose was looking over his shoulder, flagging his tail to the side so he could watch, easing his hips downward with greater increments of pressure until, with a surprised but pleasured gasp, his entrance was split open but the blunted organ. With so much spit and pre glazing the mottled shaft, Rose was able to swallow the large crown with ease, taking in a few more inches - each one grinding over his prostate, causing his own shaft to weep a few hefty strings of precum onto Perm’s belly.

“Oh, thank Celestia... I was born into a life where... I could be filled by such a big dick!” His voice was raised, panting and gasping along with every inch that stretched him.

Perm said nothing in return – not that he could a sufficient reply to such deific praise – moving his hooves back to Rose’s plump ass, right where they belonged in his eyes. He kept them stuck to the smaller stallion’s divine booty as Rose slowly worked his way down his shaft, the entrance an extremely tight doorway to an otherwise angelically soft and spacious interior. When Perm felt his medial ring get clamped by the snug hole, he clenched his jaw and acted on a whim, yanking down on Rose’s hips with a grunt, burying the entirety of his breeding stick into the twink’s supple ass. When his taut butt fully enveloped the pristine cock, Rose threw his head back to scream out his wordless ecstasy. Poking out from his stomach was the subtle, rounded hint of Perm’s prick, which quickly disappeared as Rose raised his hips, revealing the base of the cock before he slammed back down, clapping his rounded cheeks on the larger stallion’s hips as moans of pleasure erupted from both their open mouths.

Very quickly, a rhythm was established. Although, it was anything but ‘lovemaking’. Immediately, both stallions galloped from the starting line in pursuit of pleasure. Rosette would not allow more than a few inches of the smouldering pipe to leave his cavity before ramming it back inside of him, his own cock smacking against his stomach as pleasure his nervous system like a crack of lightning. Rose wasn’t entirely in control, however. If his downward slam was anything but instant in delivery, Perm would thrust his hips upwards, his pendulous sack flopping upwards at the sudden and rapid buck delivered by the orange pony. The sound of smacking wet flesh was just as audible as their moans and groans, the session of ineffective breeding was obscenity realised, as it did not take long for Rose’s tongue to loll from his mouth and for his cheeks to blaze as the normally taciturn stallion became the living embodiment of whoredom. Meanwhile, Perm’s snorts, grunts and insistent pole burying gave him the countenance of a stallion-gone-feral, as the pink pony in his eyes became little more than a breeding sow for his fertile jizz; his cum churners roiling with seminal excitement for their soon-to-be search for an egg to inseminate.

Overcome by his primal urges, Perm wrapped his hooves around the slender stallion’s back and forced him into his chest. The change did not even bring a lull to their fucking, as Perm’s hips slammed upwards to assault the stallion’s thoroughly abused hole, rushing towards the finish line and sow the pink stallion’s ass.

“Haa~ Haa~ Yes! Yes!” Rose panted, hugging into Perm’s stocky chest. Not even the clenches of his tender hole were enough to slow Perm down, not that Rose desired such a thing. Using the momentum of Perm’s hips, Rose was able to hump his own rod against the larger stallion’s stomach, stimulating his swollen pride.

The rapid assfuck resulted in a rapid approach towards orgasm. As Perm neared his own climax, he somehow quickened his pace, pounding Rose’s prostate with even greater force as his large nuts began to retract and heave. Rose seized up before Perm did, his climactic squeal coinciding with his pooling of jizz on the brown stallion’s stomach, pushing his hips against Perm just as the larger pony slammed himself down to the hilt on his thickening rod, his flare plugging Rose’s ass. His two clenching cum vats stuffed Rose’s ass like a cream pastry, spurting rope after rope of thick white jizz deep into the pony’s bowels...

When Perm’s balls finally ceased contracting, his body limp from exertion, the excesses of his thick load trickled from Rose’s hole. The exit-turned-entrance failed to contain the huge delivery of semen, trailing down the few exposed inches of Perm’s cock like melting ice cream. By the end, both stallions became limp in holds of each other despite the heat, a thin sheen of sweat covering each of their foreheads as they panted with exertion. Although they had both achieved climax, the fog of lust enshrouding their heads lifting, there was still a problem of exsanguination or lack thereof…

Perm’s cock remained rock solid, a piping hot stick still firmly lodged in his pert bottom. Rose savoured the fullness most of the time, the large flare ensuring that most of what was spurted into him remained inside, a warm sensation brewing around his stomach. However, now was different. When his energy gradually returned to him, as did his clarity, his cheeks, still red from before, now burned for an entirely different reason – prompting him to hide most of his face in Perm’s chest.

“Ow…” Rose didn’t need to say much to stress how sore his ass was.

Perm, still without breath, took a few moments before he replied. “Sorry… I don’t know what came over me.”

Rose raised his head from Perm’s chest, meeting his eyes with a quizzical gaze. “Me too… I’m not usually so… forward.”

They lingered in each other’s eyes, both slowly arriving at the same conclusion that prompted them to fire their respective gazes to the other pony in the room.

Ice Pick.

She was no longer situated on the recliner, having somehow ended up on the floor, trying to plunge her hoof deep into her soaked pussy. Her mouth was also ajar, panting like a bitch in heat as she drowned herself in the sight of them. Her display was utterly obscene, both stallions feeling the other throb against them in reaction. Although, thanks to their recent orgasms, ‘round 2’ was momentarily off the table.

“Uh, Ice?” probed Perm. He moved his hips, slowly withdrawing his still hard cock from Rose’s ass, grunting in pleasure as he snagged his tip from the cum-covered hole.

Rose let out a hitched breath as Perm withdrew from him, quickly moving off the large to the stand on the floor – each of his hooves shaking with his unsure footing. “I-is there something you haven’t told us?” Rose made a few cursory steps towards, Perm following.

“I need dick,” she groaned, her clit winking at its mention. Her eyes didn’t meet theirs, instead they were focused down low, drinking in the sight of their one-eyed pythons.

Both stallions recoiled at her reply, even if their cocks expressed approval at her enthusiasm. They shared a look with each other, unsure whether to be worried or share a smile at the obvious predicament their mutual lover was suffering from.

Perm looked back to her, a coy smile coming to his face. “Are you in heat?”

Ice, tight-lipped and blushing, replied with few nods. Her expression was reminiscent of a young filly admitting to wrongdoing, although her hooves continued circular strokes over her clit created quite the contrast.

“I knew I smelt something,” Rose said with a blush and grin, staring at the mare’s sodden slit.

“You know that once heat as started, there’s only one way to relieve it, right, Ice?” Perm asked cheekily, his dick twitching beneath him.

“Uh-huh.” She nodded, lifting her hoof away from her pussy, her limb glazed with her nectar. “So I need you both to fuck the heat out of me. Now.”

“By all means!” Rosette grinned enthusiastically, feeling his cock pulse at her order.

“Wait a minute, Rose.” Perm raising his hoof in front of Rose, stopping him in his tracks, maintaining his mischievous gaze. “‘Fuck me’, what?”

She whimpered, like a pomeranian denied a treat. “P-please don’t make me s-say it.”

“Me and Rosette can fuck each other all day long – for fun! But you look like you’re going to explode any minute,” he teased, encouraging Rose to take part with a sideways glance.

“Yeah... Yeah!” Rose settled his eyes on her, chewing on his lip. “It’s about time we heard you beg.”

Ice tightened her jaw, hiding a teeny tiny hint of contempt of in her gaze, although desperation made a sufficient enough cover for annoyances. “P-please can you-”

“Don’t just ask us. Show us,” encouraged Permittivity, waggling his brows suggestively.

She tutted, looking away when Rose nodded encouragingly. It was their libidos talking but she would have been lying if she said she didn’t have this coming. With a blush, she rose shakily to her hooves. Their eyes were stuck to her like glue, fully prepared for a spectacle. Her ‘show’ was very simple in essence but none the less damaging to her pride. She simply turned her back on them, her soft ass but lowered tail helped to build a degree of anticipation for her two-stallion audience, who watched her rear with absorbed gazes.

Rather than flag her tail, Ice was pushed by a compulsion to do something else entirely. With only a drop of token resistance, Ice best her forelegs, keeping her plot raised whilst her chest touched the floor. A prostration that any hot-blooded stallion would be eager to mount and only a fool would deny the chance at. She flagged her tail to the side, revealing her sodden, winking pussy. She hid her face from them, her lips trembling with a discordant cocktail of anger, humiliation and anticipation for either of the slack-jawed stallions to take her carnal invitation.

She couldn’t speak, not at first, feeling as low as her head was to the ground. Her face felt like it was on fire, yet it did not come even close to the heat she felt in her pussy. “C’mon, bree- f-fuck me, already,” she whimpered, swaying her butt from side to side, hoping to titillate and allure without much more effort on her part.

Perm raised his brow, sporting a knowing grin. “What was that? ‘Bre’?”

“Could be bread? Breathe? Or maybe she was just talking about cheese?” Rosette proposed, playing along with a mischievous smile.

“B-breed me,” she clarified, voice quiet.

Both stallions shared a grin, settling their knowing gazes back on her. “What was tha-”

“Breed me!” she cried out, her clit winking in time with her oestrus call, burying her embarrassed expression into the carpet.

“Well, you heard the mare,” Perm said, giving the pink stallion a pat on the back.

Rose didn’t appear to register either the hit or the invitation, pausing a few seconds before widening his eyes, focusing them on Perm. “W-what?”

“I already got to fuck a pretty pony,” Perm replied, smiling. “It’s your turn.”

“But-”

“‘But’, what?” Perm interrupted, maintaining his smile, even though it took a turn for the ‘knowing’.

Rosette paused for another moment before a smile bloomed out on his expression, fighting over internally the best way to deliver a kiss to the other stallion’s lips.

“Somepony just mount me already!” Ice demanded through gritted teeth, her cunt continuing to ache for a stretching.

Both stallions recoiled in surprise from the volume but rather than take a moment to digest her command they immediately set about doing just that. Perm circled around her front and Rose approached the rear...

He had never mounted Ice, or Perm, or taken any position where he wasn’t on his back – not that he had a choice in the matter most of the time. Passion was like trying to control the flow of a river, and Rosette knew that one couldn’t really direct its course. However, now he was thrust into the position of top, and he was reluctant to turn it down. Although his libido carried him, he still felt a degree of anxiety. Rosette had to stand on the tips of his hooves to give himself enough height to curl himself over her back, but when he did, he wasted no time in prodding her entrance, ensuring that in his fervour he at least struck at the right hole. Easing himself forwards, he groaned into her neck as he sank every single inch of his rock solid cock into her well-lubed snatch. Her soft, velveteen hole clamped down upon every inch, squeezing from hilt to unflared tip. When he plugged her slit with all her had, her legs started to tremble under the weight of her own pleasure, her pussy over-sensitive to the piping hot rod. Rose was similarly afflicted, although on any other day he would’ve kept his hips stayed, this time his mouth opened and on a whim, latching his teeth down on her ear whilst yanked his hips backwards. Even though she was mercilessly tight, he won the battle against her vice-like cock hug thanks to sufficient lube. He retreated a few inches of his mare-glazed shaft before slamming them all back inside, grunting around her ear as the blunted head of his shaft hit the entrance to her womb. The result of the thrust as an earthquake-like set of pleasurable tremors, both ponies quivering with the sudden burst of ecstasy that only barely affected their rhythm as Rose inched out again.

“Yes! Yes! Breed a foal into me!” she cried out, wanting to move back against his thrusts but too frozen by ecstasy to move her legs. Rosette wasn’t the strongest or biggest stallion but his thrusts at that moment were like deliverances of thunder from some smiting deity. Each thunderbolt travelled up her spine and to her brain, fulfilling her primal desire to breed and rewarding her for it with the greatest sensation of pleasure in her entire life.

Ice was so consumed by one stallion’s machinations she had already forgot about the other, only reminded of his presence when her muzzle bumped around his cock, the twitching organ erected like a pillar before her face. The meat reeked of sex, glazed with musk and cum, sending her mind even further into a free-fall of lust – exacerbated by the zealous thrusting of the stallion behind her.

“I hope you didn’t forget me,” Perm quipped, placed a hoof at the base his member, pushing it to sway a few times; hoping to stir her appetite. “I know you’re usually reluctant, but-”

Perm’s voice was stopped mid-way in his throat, halted by a surprisingly enthusiastic tongue focused directly on his sack – Ice’s irises turned to figurative love hearts, savouring the taste of the smell that had been clogging her nostrils until that moment. She could taste not just Perm but also Rose, the two stallions compounded into one delectable ambrosia-like essence she was helplessly eager to lap down. She wanted to devour him – them – in that very moment. It wasn’t long until she felt Perm’s hoof on the back of her head, subtlety directing her mouth from one ball to the next, leading her, controlling her. She hated when he did that… normally. Now, she was simply ravenous. She didn’t even need leading to focus her attention on his thick dick, the forceful weaving of her tongue upwards against the cum and spit glazed member brought out moans and penile twitches that gave Ice some modicum of satisfaction through the haze in her head. Her eyes were closed to fully experience the taste, not caring where her tongue touched so long as it was against the prime slab of cockflesh between Perm’s thighs.

By the time her tongue crossed over the ridge of Perm’s cocktip, her ass was beginning to feel sore from Rose’s relentless pounding, the stallion’s average but deceptively productive balls making collision after collision with her winking clit. Although the pain was so inconsequential that she welcomed it, especially if it meant she could continue to taste Perm’s meat and feel Rose’s cock plunge time after time again into her snatch. At Perm’s head, she enveloped it with a beam, her mouth more accommodating to its large size than Rosette. The taste of his muskiness reached peak strength around his urethra, which Ice was all too eager to tongue and lap, swallowing back each fat dollop of his clear and sticky essence. His hoof was on the back of her head now, encouraging her to suckle on more of his rotund inches, pushing down ever so slightly to advance the process. However, Ice didn’t need encouraging to take in more of Perm’s perfect tubesteak, her cheeks bulging out in hot obscenity as it hit the back of her throat, moaning from both Rosette’s meat-beating thrusts and the simple euphoria of having such a perfect organ teasing at the entrance to her gullet. When it touched the back of her throat, she knew she wasn’t that far from fully wrapping her lips around the thing, however, its impressive thickness had always swayed her away before.

Not now.

With tears budding in her eyes, both from the immensity of his aroma and the strain put in her jaw, she battled her instincts in order to push herself down against it, the wide cap stalling at the tight entrance to her windpipe. Rosette’s ceaseless drilling gave her just the necessary pressure to pop the spongy tip into her throat, her eyes bulging from their sockets as the organ curved down her gullet and her snout met the sweaty mound above his dick, his entire rod buried to the hilt. She could feel it throb and twitch in her throat, her constricting gullet causing his hips to try and drive his fat cock even deeper down her already stretched throat, which only pushed her nostrils even harder down against his musky fur. It was by far the most taxing thing she had put herself through sexually, also, the most debasing... it was the hottest experience of her life.

Just as the edges of her vision grew dim, she pulled herself back just enough to open up her airways, breathing greedily through her nostrils as the tip of the obese stallionhood rested in her mouth. She looked up, sucking on the member as she did so, meeting Perm’s smirk and discerning eyes.

“You’re not gonna bite down if I point out how much of a slut you look right now, right?” he asked, playfully grinning, his cock throbbing in her maw.

She might have rebuked his assertion, were it not for the dick lodged in her mouth and the one dutifully fucking her raw pussy. Instead, she brought a surprised huff from his lips when she pushed more of his inches past hers, deepthroating the thick fuckstick once again as she quickly began to adopt her own rhythm, moving back and forth as she fucked her own face the girthy cock. The sound of wet fleshy slaps and chocking combined the concentration of smells and aromas truly concocted a hedonistic scene. Ice almost wished that she could watch it from afar, just so she could commit it to memory, yet she would give nothing to deprive herself of the ordeal of ecstasy the two stallions were putting her through.

The arousal provoked by her oestrus seemed to give the stallion fucking her a limitless well of energy, his fast and hard thrusting never once lessening in intensity. His lancing strokes continued to push at her pleasure button, her silken walls barely able to give the cock the pleasurable constricting it deserved he was going so quick. And after a while, when Ice grew more accustomed to the dick stretching her throat, Perm’s hooves took their place on the back of her head, pushing her down as soon as a fresh breath of air entered her lungs. Rose would withdraw, Perm would push her down, back and forth became the rhythm of the two stallions as they bred both of her given holes.

Ice didn’t know how much time had passed – not that she was counting the seconds – but felt both stallion’s thicken simultaneously as they had their way with her, with Rosette’s thrusts acquiring a burst of speed just as Perm slammed her face down to his crotch; her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her nostrils were overwhelmed once more with his musk and Rose slammed his hips one final time against her bruised ass, his entire cock buried and pulsing as she was filled at both ends with a cascade of thick and creamy spunk. In her throat, she felt a deluge of Perm’s sloppy jizz run down her throat, the excess of his salty cream running past her lips and to his cleft. Her twat meanwhile, worked on squeezing as many of Rose’s ropes she could as a cataclysm of rapture hit her body, her sundered pussy lips couldn’t hope to contain the tidal wave of jizz that Rose’s balls emptied into her trembling cunny. As cum filled her womb, it trickled out of her, Rose’s teeth continuing to clamp down on her ear as his sack continued to clench and contract out every possible drop. It was only when his dick ceased to pulse, and a small pool of semen had appeared between Ice’s spread legs did he release her ear, sliding off the side of her back and onto the floor.

With the weight off her back, Ice yanked her head off of Perm’s softening cock, hanging to tug herself free of the flare as she gasped for breath, falling limp between his legs as her hind legs gave out – her pussy falling back down into a small gooey puddle of Rose’s semen that had gathered between her legs. She swallowed back a gob full of salty cream before she inhaled deeply and greedily, her cheek smooched against Perm’s thighs whilst his half-soft dick rested across the other.

Her eyes glanced upwards, seeing Perm’s head resting back against the recliner she fell from before, utterly satisfied. She knew how he felt. Rose’s goopy delivery was like dropping molten metal into a vat of water – her contented exhales akin to the steaming hiss of a cooled piece of metalwork.

Rosette was the first to break the silence, turning onto his back before speaking between his beleaguered pants. “My hips... are numb…”

“Good job…” Perm complimented, too tired to raise a hoof and bump it against his fellow stallion. “I think I’m officially spent.”

Ice groaned. “I don’t think I’m going to be walking properly for a while...”

Perm let out a tired scoff. “Methinks you won’t be walking properly for a long time.”

Ice raised her tired head, cocking a brow. “What?”

“Uh, hello? Oestrus and semen. You’ll be waddling with a full belly in a few months,” he pointed out, his eyes bared for her reaction.

Ice paused for a moment, silent before a singular utterance sounded from her mouth. “Huh…”

“What is it?” asked Perm.

“I’m... I’m okay with that,” she admitted with a bashful smile. She looked to Rose, sharing a warm look with him. However, the moment didn’t last forever, Ice’s eyes widening in surprise as she felt something distinctly hard against her cheek. “Really, Perm?”

“Heh, what can I say? Maybe I wasn’t as spent as I thought,” he admitted sheepishly, his erection beginning to stand up fully.

“Uh…”

Ice looked at him, disbelieving. “You too?”

Perm sniffed, nonchalantly grinning. “Another round?”

Ice sighed, herself feeling the heat return to her pussy, slowly rising up to her hooves as a lusty smile emerged on her face. “Did you even have to ask?”

Ice sat, straight-faced, between her two stallions on the large couch. There were lips pursed in a mixture of awkwardness and surprise. Elation was present of course, the warmth in the air was permeating. However, alongside the joy, there was unpreparedness. None felt this more than Ice herself, who kept a firm gaze ahead, cradling not one but two warm bodies. A pair of small unicorn foals contentedly cooing up at the face of their mother.

“I didn’t think we’d get twins,” commented Rosette, grinning.

The two ponies, one filly, one colt, bore a resemblance to each stallion baring the colour of their coats, with which they shared with their mother. The colt closest to Permittivity bore a red mane, whilst filly closest to Rosette had a chocolate hue to their messy hair.

Permittivity snorted. “What did I say? Super sperm.”

Ice Pick sighed, a smile coming to her face. "Shut up."

The stallions chucked in her direction, shimmying closer. "We love you too."