“And don’t forget, your paper will be due on Friday!” Miss Cheerilee announced, just as the final day’s bell had finished ringing. The group of colts and fillies groaned, having been reminded of the impending assignment. Filing out of the room, into the hallway and towards the exit, the youngsters disbanded.

“So,” Button began, weaving through the throng to catch up with his friend Rumble, “you doing anything fun this afternoon?”

“Oh - uh - not really,” the grey colt muttered, cursing his luck. He’d had every intention of swinging by Anon’s house for a visit, although he’d hoped to make the trip uninterrupted.

A few days ago, Rumble had a run-in with Ponyville’s resident human, Anon; it had been after a Wonderbolt show which he’d been dragged to by his brother. Having never met the woman before, and because he was already in a sour mood, he’d been frustrated when Thunderlane had invited her to dine with them. Of course, he’d had no way of knowing what he was in store for.

Almost immediately, the human had made her salacious intentions known - taunting Rumble with honeyed words and taunting glimpses of her undergarments. After they had finished eating, with his carnal curiosity mounting, the colt offered to walk her home. What followed changed the young pegasus’ forever.

Very shortly after arriving, Rumble found himself being wrapped around Anon’s finger. Being teased, with promises of unimaginable delights, he’d thrust himself upon her. Rutting her on the couch, plowing her like a beast possessed, he’d given her everything he had. After pumping a load of foal batter into her, and being sucked clean, he’d wandered home.

The following day had been filled with debauchery. In a clever act of deception, Rumble had told his brother that he was going to play at a friends house; technically, it hadn’t been a lie, since he considered Anon a friend. Practically galloping back to her house, he’d spent several hours exploring his budding sexual desires. Finally, after the sun had begun to dip over the horizon, he’d wandered home, weary and dehydrated.

Even though he knew he had school the next day, he’d sworn to give her another visit. Throughout his classes, he’d imagined what he was going to do to her, or what she had planned for him. In the short span of time he’d known her, he’d quickly realized she was an extremely lustful creature. Even though he couldn’t be sure how he’d garnered her interest, somehow he had.

Trotting along, casually heading in the direction of Anon’s place, Rumble hoped Button would leave. Despite being friends with his classmate, he had much more pressing issues to attend to. After having tasted the sins of the flesh, he’d developed an almost insatiable appetite for the human woman.

Suddenly, stepping out of Sugarcube corner, a figure appeared. Rumble slowed, recognizing the unmistakable bipedal creature. Curvaceous, taller than any pony, and with slender limbs, she peered in his direction and waved. He gulped, noting her step in their direction. Fate seemed determined to derail his plans for the afternoon.

“Hey Rumble,” Anon greeted, striding towards the colts. The pair of young stallions drew to a halt, as she approached.

“Hey Anon,” Rumble mumbled, peering up at the woman. Though she was dressed in a modest t-shirt and skirt combo, he couldn’t help but think about what was beneath her garments.

As she walked closer, Anon’s attention drifted to the small brown earth pony beside her pegasus friend. Squatting down, lowering herself closer to the pair, she thrust a hand in unknown colt’s direction. “I don’t think I’ve met you before,” she muttered, grinning at the lad.

“You must be Anon! Princess Twilight came to class and told us about you, she wanted everypony to be super nice to you, since you were new to town,” Button responded, shaking the proffered hand with a forehoof.

“Rumble,” she began, looking over to the tiny pegasus, “you didn’t tell me you had such a cute little friend!”

Gazing up at her, Rumble noticed a mischievous flash in the woman’s eyes. He’d seen a similar look before, when she’d ensnared him in her net of perversion. A curious combination of emotions welled within him: anger, dread, lust, and jealousy, as his mind raced. With his chances of sneaking to her house thoroughly stymied, he resigned himself to see where the situation went.

“Say, Button, would you like to join Rumble and I? We were going to play a few games at my place, but I wouldn’t mind having some extra company,” Anon casually stated, getting to her feet.

“Hmmm,” Button hummed, knitting his brow and rubbing his chin.

There wasn’t much Rumble could do without complicating matters, so he silently cursed to himself. If he insisted that Button leave, it could harm his friendship with his fellow colt - or worse yet, tip his hoof that the games he and Anon were playing were of the obscene variety. Looking up at her, he noted the woman dig one hand into the front of her skirt, as Button was busy considering his options.

“What kind of games are you and Rumble going to play?” the pint-sized earth stallion inquired, causing the human to lean in his direction.

Rumble watched in abject horror, as Anon retracted her moistened fingers from her garment and caressed his friend’s face. It was painfully clear what she was doing, and he wasn’t sure if he should feel turned on or resentful. Although he’d only been fooled around with her a hooffull of times, he’d found himself immediately covetous.

Button raised an eyebrow, when Anon’s slick digits ran cross his snout. It wasn’t until he breathed that the scent hit him - and it hit him hard. While he was totally devoid of any sexual experience, the primal parts of his brain recognized the aroma and began flooding his system with hormones. His heart raced, a shiver ran up his spine, and his colthood slipped from its sheath; in spite of not knowing the woman, he found himself filled with a sudden undeniable urge.

“We play the naughty kind of games,” Anon whispered in his ear, conspiratorially shooting him a wink.

Askance, Button looked back and forth between his fellow colt and the woman. He could scarcely believe what he’d heard, yet her tone and the smell of her womanhood had left little room for doubt. Eventually, after a tense silence, his wide eyes settled upon Rumble.

He’d only recently gotten his hooves on an old issue of Play Colt, having saved several weeks worth of his allowance to buy the battered publication from Tender Taps. The fact that his trusted friend had actually gotten some action, and from an older woman no-less, left him feeling betrayed. For buck’s sake, he’d even let Rumble borrow the aforementioned magazine before!

“R...really?” Button bleated, as if wounded by her brazen admission.

Blushing, put on the spot, Rumble shifted in place. Truth be told, he’d never had any intention of telling his friend about the experience; but now that his secret had been revealed, that option had been blown out of the water. Sure, he may have eventually admitted to getting some action, although he wouldn’t have given the specifics of whom or where.

“Yeah,” he relented, refusing to meet his friend’s look.

“You could have told me!” Button growled, scowling at his treacherous friend.

The remark and harsh tone caused Rumble to glare at the earth colt. “And what? Have you blab about it!” he rebuked, jabbing his friend’s chest with a hoof.

“No! But if it were me, I would have told my friend!” Button shot back, slapping Rumble’s foreleg away.

“Boys, boys, boys,” Anon interjected, kneeling between them and wrapping her arms around their necks. “There’s no need to argue; after all, all three of us can play,” she cooed, pulling them to her bosoms.

Both Rumble and Button shivered, as they found their faces pressed against the woman’s rack. She’d made it clear, both of them were about to be in for one heck of a ride. Each of them nodded, keenly aware of her hardened nipples against their cheeks. Though they both agreed to Anon’s little game, each had their own motivation.

Button was simply jumping at the first opportunity to sate his youthful yearnings, whereas Rumble’s was a bit more complicated. The pegasus, while more than eager to get some more action, was also motivated to show up his friend. As far as he was concerned, Anon was his, so he would have to assert his dominance over her.

“Well I think we should get going,” Anon remarked, giving each of the colts a pat on the head. Standing and straightening her skirt, she turned away. “Unless you two would rather sit here and make sour faces at each other,” she added, glancing over her shoulder at them, while she walked towards her home.

Glancing at one another, Rumble and Button nodded. Neither of them was willing to let the opportunity to rut the woman slip through their hooves, so a tense truce was silently reached. As they scampered after her, swiftly flanking her and matching her pace, they proceeded to stroll along beside her. While neither could be entirely sure about what she had planned for them, their libido had firmly taken the wheel.

It didn’t take the odd trio much time to reach Anon’s apartment. Opening the door, ushering them inside, she watched the pair of colts enter. Locking up behind herself, turning to face the duo, she cocked her hips. “So, who’s going first?” she asked.

“Me!” the pair proclaimed in unison, before glowering at each other.

“I had first dibs!” Rumble attested, his temper flaring.

“But it’s my first time!” Button spat, vehemently stamping a hoof.

Before their bickering could continue, a smug, sultry chuckle distracted them. Looking to the woman, watching her shake her head and laugh, they grew quiet. Striding past them, hitching her thumbs over the lip of her skirt, she approached the short hallway leading to her room. She slowed, just before she disappeared from view, and peered back at them.

“Well then,” she purred, slowly pulling the garment down her thighs, “I guess the loser will get sloppy seconds.” Letting the article fall to the floor, revealing the thin string of a thong nestled between her buns, she continued onward, vanishing in the direction of her room.

Virtually knocking each other over, Rumble and Button raced after the bipedal temptress. Rushing to her chamber, they found her moving towards her bed, while she hauled her shirt up and over her head. Tossing the article to the side, she seated herself on the mattress.

“How about you good little colts come make yourselves comfortable,” Anon murmured, invitingly patting the pillowy surface upon which she sat.

The pair of young stallions crept inside, each gazing longingly at the woman. Reaching behind her back, unclasping her bra, she slipped her arms out of the undergarment; her breasts, each roughly the size of a large melon, swung free. There was no way any mare could ever dream of having a rack so large, so the sight left the pair practically drooling.

Each having picked a side, Rumble and Button crawled onto the bed and seated themselves next to her. Simply seeing something so salacious was enough to get them rock hard, let alone the prospect of actually doing something naughty. Both fully erect, the two fidgeted slightly and did their best to avoid openly staring at the nearly naked woman.

“Aren’t you curious about the game?” Anon demurely asked, running her fingers through their manes.

“How can I win?” Button blurted, attempting to sound confidant.

“First one to cum loses, it’s simple,” she responded, smiling to each of them in turn. Reclining slightly, plucking two pillows from beneath the headboard, she placed one cushion on each thigh. “Here, have a seat…”

Rumble swallowed hard, as he began to grasp what she intended. Still, he wasn’t going to back down now; it was far too late for that. Shooting to his hooves, he stepped over her leg and boldly faced his opponent. Not to be outdone, Button did the same, resting himself on one of the proffered pillows.

“Such good little colts,” Anon purred, appraising their equipment. While Rumble had his adversary on length, Button’s tool appeared to be a shade thicker. Her hand glided over their backs, past the dock of their tails, and to their rumps. Firmly grasping each pony’s behind, she pulled them to one another, bringing their crotches perilously close together.

Button, caught unprepared for the act, fretfully looked at his friend’s junk. Walking around nude was par for the course in Equestria, although this was totally different. He’d grown up with Rumble, they went to school together, and they even had sleepovers on occasion, yet he’d never really paid attention to the pegasus’ colthood. Biting his tongue, fighting the urge to complain, he waited.

Peering at Button’s package, Rumble was in much the same situation. The proximity of his buddy’s equipment, while making him exceptionally uncomfortable, wasn’t enough to make him concede. Whatever Anon’s little competition involved, he felt confidant that he’d be victorious. Steeling his resolve, trying not to flinch, he was pushed closer and closer to his fellow colt, until their nuts gently pressed against each other.

“There we go,” Anon snickered. Freeing the hand she had under Button’s tush, she reached around the small brown pony and wrapped her fingers around his and Rumble’s shafts. Even though they were young, the size of their cocks was comparable to an average adult human’s, if not a shade smaller. Stroking them, watching the flesh glide over their lengths, she licked her lips.

Button gnawed his lip, while he watched the woman frot him and his friend. It was awkward, sure, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt. Her fingers were supple and soft, yet they gripped him with just the right amount of force. Compared to his hooves, her hands were a gift from the heavens. Peering to her, he realized she was staring dead at him, causing him to look away.

Anon’s grin broadened, when Button averted his gaze. Closing her eyes, and opening her mouth, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around the pair of tools. Their warm, velvety flesh slid into her maw, as she descended down their shafts. Her tongue writhed and lapped at them, dragging between and over the duo, until they were both engulfed within her gob. The feeling of two stallions filling up her mouth at once, stretching her lips to their limit, was utterly intoxicating.

Rumble winced, as the warmth of the woman’s mouth washed over him. While she was the only one he’d ever gotten any oral from, he couldn’t imagine anyone, pony or otherwise, doing a better job. Cracking one eye open, sizing up his opponent, he noticed the other colt shivering in place. It was weird to have his length pressed up against his friend’s, but the lavish treatment from Anons tongue, as she service both their members simultaneously, far outweighed any concerns he had.

Button couldn’t look away, as Anon began bobbing her head up and down. Her lips were soft, her tongue was superb, but the sight itself was almost hypnotizing. Almost reflexively, he bucked his hips, amateurishly driving himself into her face. Lacking any rhythm or grace, he simply surrendered himself to the sensations she afforded him.

Unlike his neophyte foe, Rumble knew better than to exacerbate the situation. If whoever came first was the loser, he was going to do everything in his power to stave off release. Taking a breath, attempting to stay focused, he sweetly ran a hoof over Anon’s head and to her ear. He knew he’d be claiming her soon enough, then Button would get the chance to watch a real stallion breed their mate.

With one colt lovingly stroking her hair, and the other unabashedly bucking into her mouth, Anon hummed around the pair of dicks. The enthusiastic one likely wouldn’t last long, given how hard he was throbbing and the steady stream of sweet, salty pre-cum leaking from his prick, yet it didn’t matter. Regardless of which one came first, she had every intention of milking them both dry.

Thrusting into her maw, feeling himself about to peak, Button lost his composure. Grunting, screwing his eyes shut, his colthood flared and pulsed uncontrollably. Cream soared through his shaft, coating the woman’s taste buds in his essence. Try as he might, he’d lost, yet his defeat paled in comparison to the bliss of her pouting lips and soft sucking.

Gulping down the earth pony’s spunk, savoring every salty and cloying drop, Anon pulled away. The outcome, while predictable, wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Since Button would have to watch her having her way with his friend, she had no doubt that he’d be rock hard again in no time flat. Licking her lips, she sat back up and continued to jack the tools in her grip.

“Well, it looks like you get to go first, my special little colt,” she cooed, ruffling Rumble’s mane and giving him a peck on the cheek. Carefully placing Button to the side, atop her pillows, she gave a small kiss as well. “Don’t feel too bad, you’ll get to jump back in soon enough,” she consoled him, endearingly rubbing his shoulder.

“Now, as for you,” Anon began, rounding on the pint-sized pegasus, “be a dear and lie down on the center of the mattress for me.”

Leaping off her leg, Rumble gleefully did as instructed. Despite his relatively cool demeanor during the carnal competition, he’d hadn’t won by a large margin; as a matter of fact, he’d resorted to biting his tongue, in a desperate bid to allow him to focus. Underhoofed though it may have been, the tactic had served him well.

Scurrying around the woman, he plopped himself roughly in the bed’s center and reclined onto his back. The position, while new for him, left his mind to wonder what Anon had planned. Every other time they’d fooled around, he’d been on her bucking away, yet now it appeared as though she wanted to be in control. His anticipation mounted, as she got to her feet and began removing her lone garment.

Sitting there, watching the human haul the flimsy thong down her legs, Button was in awe. As her last article of clothing fell free, she slowly crawled onto the bed towards Rumble. Like some apex predator, Anon approached her prey, only stopping when she’d straddled the grey colt. Positioned as he was, he had an exquisite view of her rump, replete with her meaty sex nestled between her thighs. In spite of having just climaxed, the sight caused his semi-flaccid cock to twitch.

Peering down his chest, towards his pillar-like member, standing beneath Anon’s dripping wet snatch, Rumble’s pulse quickened. His eyes wandered up her abdomen and towards her udder-like breasts, each swaying a scant few inches from his face. As she descended, seating herself on his lap, his length kissed her sopping wet entrance. The heat and warmth, taunting his colthood, caused him to reflexively thrust, but all he could manage was to send the tip of his spear slipping between her lower lips.

“Oh, just look at you,” Anon tittered, spying his face from between her bosoms, “does my special little colt want it?”

Rumble nodded vigorously, pining to sink himself into her womanhood. It was maddening, being that close to something so insanely pleasurable, yet having it just out of reach. “Yes, please,” he beseeched, squirming under her.

“Please what?” she pressed, her lilting tone dripping with perversion.

“Please buck m -” Rumble’s plea ended with a sharp gasp, when Anon savagely impaled herself on him in one smooth motion.

The sensation of the cool air on his member was immediately replaced with the most divine heat and snugness he’d ever known, almost causing him to cum on the spot. Squatting on his waist, sheathing his tool, the woman leaned forward and placed her arms beside his head. Her bosoms slapped against his face, as she steadily gyrated her hips. Beyond their difference in size, her mere dominating presence made him feel even smaller than usual, but it was infuriatingly arousing.

“Don’t worry,” Anon whispered, languidly raising her hips, “Aunty Anon is gonna make you feel all better.” Punctuating her statement with a downward thrust, utterly entombing Rumble’s entirety, she started sluggishly fucking herself on the colt.

Lying there, being owned by the woman he’d known for less than a week, Rumble was in heaven. The slippery warmth of her depths wrapped around him, seemingly drawing him deeper. Wriggling his head to the side, squirming under one massive tit, he sought out her nipple. Blinded by her chest, he felt something bump against his snout. Simultaneously latching onto her teat, and thrusting into her, he reciprocated her motions.

A guttural groan escaped Anon, when the pegasus started suckling on her bosom. It took her only a moment to synchronize her movements with his, allowing her waise to crash down upon him. The sound of a soft sigh caused her to turn, remembering that her new plaything was left to watch.

Even though Button had only cum a short while ago, he was already ready and raring to go. The sight of Anon’s ass, jiggling and bobbing up and down, was entrancing. With every downward plunge, she swallowed his friend’s tool in her seemingly cavernous snatch. Stroking himself, finding his hoof miserably disappointing, compared to the woman’s pouting lips, he snorted in frustration.

“You’ll - Mmmmph - get your - Aaaaah - turn soon enough, little cutie,” Anon brokenly reassured the little brown pony, before closing her eyes to enjoy herself.

The statement didn’t comfort Button in the slightest. Why did Rumble get to fuck her first? It wasn’t fair, especially considering he’d been getting his dick wet for Celestia knew how long! With his temper flaring, he got to his hooves and approached the woman from behind. No, he’d waited long enough. If Anon wanted to play with them, using them to sate herself, he was going to play dirty.

Anon gasped, as something wrapped itself around her waist from behind. A flurry of pokes and prods at her backside was all the warning she got, before a second cock battered its way into her cunt. She shivered, as the two colts pounded into her. One of them was more than easy to handle, although having a pair of youth feverishly rutting her was far more intense.

“Yes!” she yelled, clamping herself around their lengths.

Her joy sent the young stallions into a frenzy, causing them to thrust away with reckless abandon. Despite their colthoods being pressed against one another, cycling back and forth as they fucked the woman, they refused to slow. Beyond the undeniable physical pleasure they received, on some subconscious level, they struggled for dominance with one another.

Rumble sucked and bit down on Anon’s tender nipple, railing against his impending orgasm. Like it or not, Button’s intrusion had added a new layer of stimulation to the situation, one which he was not prepared for. Feeling himself starting to flare, knowing he was at his limit, he braced his legs and hilted himself as deeply as possible.

A muffled moan from his classmate filled the air, drifting to Button’s ears, before a sticky warmth washed over his crotch. Leaking out of Anon’s snatch, dripping down his balls, he noticed Rumble’s jizz escaping around the grey pegasus’ twitching member. Some primal, ancient part of his brain leapt to the fore, as he continued bucking his hips. If he came hard enough, his essence would lay claim to the woman.

Like a wild animal, Button fucked Anon with all the speed and power he could muster. With Rumble’s shaft softening and slipping from their partner, he was free to rut her and assert himself as the superior stud. Digging his hooves into her hips, using every ounce of force in his body, he plowed her with everything he had.

Trapped between the two colts, bolts of pleasure coursed through Anon’s frame. Her toes curled, her heart thundered in her chest, and her womanhood clenched and seized around the earth pony’s prick. With one foal nursing on her tit, and the other fucking her like a beast possessed, she lost herself to their combined assault.

Howling, quaking from head to toe, Anon came. Her snatch spasmed, gushing her nectar over the bed and the pair of young ponies, as she climaxed. Saliva crept down her chin, over her neck, and between her bosoms. Shivering uncontrollably, threatening to give out, her arms barely kept her from crushing Rumble, yet they held.

Anon’s blissful cry, paired with the vice-like grip of her sex, pushed Button over the edge. Jamming every inch of himself into her, snorting like an alpha male, he disgorged his second load into her. His seed flooded her, mingling with Rumble’s cream and the woman’s juices. Convulsing slightly, draping himself over her backside, he heaved air into his chest. He’d done it, he’d finally bedded a female, and he was sure the memory of the evening wouldn’t soon leave him.

Like a titanic avatar of turpitude, Anon began to move. Unseating herself from Rumble, swinging one leg over his tiny frame, she reached back to pluck the second colt from her behind. Scooping him up, dragging his softening dick from the folds of her meaty, cum slick pussy, she cradled him under her arm. Wearily crawling to the headboard, turning and seating herself against it, she brought the youthful earth pony to her face.

A wicked grin split the woman’s face, beneath her heavily lidded eyes, as she appraised the spent colt. Slick with sweat, panting and fatigued, the small pony certainly appeared to be worse for wear; unfortunately, she wasn’t nearly finished with him. Lifting him to her face, breathing hotly upon his sticky loins, her gaze wandered to his face.

“Since you were so impatient, such a bad little colt, you need to be punished,” she purred, feeling him shift in her clutches. Adjusting her hand, slipping a finger into his rump, she massaged Button’s prostate, as she virtually inhaled his semi-turgid length.

Keeping him steady, voraciously slurping upon his cock, she shuffled her behind down the mattress, allowing her to rest her shoulders against the headboard. Spreading her legs, she moved her free hand to her nethers, where she massaged and invitingly spread herself open. Though she couldn’t be sure exactly where Rumble was, since her vision was filled with the earth pony’s underbelly, she would be remiss for not inviting her pint-sized pegasus paramour to join the action.

In spite of having just blown a load, Rumble was far from satisfied. Not only had Button finished shortly after him, but he’d done so after Anon had peaked herself. The thought of his classmate usurping him, causing the woman to cum, ignited a fierce determination within him. She was his and, by Celestia, he was going to lay claim to her in front of his friend.

Pushing himself up, taking stock of the situation, he steeled his resolve. Anon, seated against the head of the bed, was holding Button aloft. Like a succubus enjoying a lecherous feast, she held the earth pony to her face, slurping and lavishing his spent colthood, while she fingered his ass and openly played with herself. While Rumble was no expert in the sensual arts, he had to admit, his friend didn’t seem to be minding the treatment.

Gripping Anon’s head with his forehooves, Button thrust into Anon’s face. The wanton harlot hadn’t even given him time to recover from his orgasmic bliss, before continuing her salacious assault. Milking his prostate, fellating his overly-sensitive member, she seemed determined to extract yet more spunk from him. Mewling uncontrollably, he was utterly at her mercy.

Boldly striding forward, his shaft swaying beneath him, Rumble marched between the woman’s splayed legs. Reaching her crotch, he brazenly slapped her hand aside, leaving her entrance free for himself. He glanced upward, as he reared up, stepped forward, and locked his forelegs over her thick thighs.

Turning her head ever so slightly, Anon glanced down at the valiant pegasus. She smiled around Button’s tool, slowing just a hair, when she realized what Rumble was about to do. Shifting back, allowing him better access to her loins, she awaited the brash colt to penetrate her. As he thrust forward, driving his flint colored length into her, she hummed contentedly.

Sinking his hooves into the soft flesh of her upper legs, Rumble fucked his gargantuan lover. His nuts slapped wetly against her, filling his ears with the sounds of flesh upon flesh, as he jackhammered her snatch. Her silken interior embraced him, clinging to him with every backstroke, almost as if she sought to keep him inside of her.

Although her sex had been well used by him and his friend, it was still surprisingly snug. Rumble swore an oath to himself, vowing to make her his and his alone. If he had to rut her every day, over and over again, until her interior was molded to his cock, then he would do it. Freeing one foreleg, he leaned back and brought his hoof to her weak point.

Anon’s eyes flew open, when he felt the tender frog of Rumble’s forehoof kneading her clit. Suppressing a shiver, she redoubled her efforts on Button. Fixating on the head of his colthood, while working his prostate, she vacuumed upon his glans. Taking care not to leave out her special little pegasus, she clenched her snatch around her winged friend, tightly gripping his pistoning tool.

The additional stimulation proved too much for Button to bear. Nearly crying, whimpering unintelligibly, he unloaded into her mouth. Despite it being his third orgasm of the evening, it was just as powerful as the first two, if not moreso. Her tongue lavished him, wiping every trace of jizz from his colthood, as she swallowed every last drop of his essence. Unfettered rapture washed over him, overtaking his consciousness and causing the world to go black.

Rumble’s hoof was a blur over Anon’s clit, rubbing it with as much speed and force as he could manage. Though her mouth was full of his friend’s dick, her body trembled; her womanhood seemed to fitfully convulse, ceasing its concerted efforts to pleasure him. Realizing he was about to have the upperhoof, he deployed his ace in the hole.

“Take my seed, Aunty,” Rumble declared. Sheathing himself in her depths, the crown of his colthood kissed her cervix, as he flared within her. Throbbing uncontrollably, his member leaked, then gushed cum deep into her sex.

The influx of foal batter, the passionate admission, and the colt spasming in her hands was too much. She almost dropped the earth pony, as she was stricken by a cataclysmic orgasm. Throwing her head back, braying to the heavens, foal-batter surged into her womb. Climactic juices squelched out of her stuffed entrance, splashing against Rumble’s crotch, while she rode out the most intense climax she’d had in ages.

Gritting his teeth, staying buried as deeply as possible, Rumble ensured he deposited every bit of his load into the woman. As his heart rate slowed, he slumped forward and rested on her groin. While Button had given her a seemingly adequate rutting, he felt confident that his performance far outshone the earth pony’s.

Flopping to the side, taking care not to harm either of the colts, Anon fought to compose herself. Almost every part of her was covered in some combination of spunk, saliva, or her nectar; her hair was a mess, she felt exhausted, yet she couldn’t be happier. Peering down at Rumble, meeting his eyes, she tiredly waved him to herself.

Spotting Anon’s motion, Rumble hauled himself to the woman’s face. He wasn’t sure what she wanted, but he knew he’d have to get cleaned up before heading home for the evening. Glancing over, seeing Rumble’s limp form, he smiled. The threesome, while fun, hadn’t been expected, nor did he want to continue sharing his bipedal friend with benefits with his fellow colt.

“W...was I good?” he croaked, fretfully peeking up at her face.

“The best,” Anon wheezed, giving his nose a little kiss.

Besides the blatant need for a shower and time to recuperate, Rumble was immeasurably pleased. Less than a week ago, he’d been a virgin; now, only a scant few days later, he’d managed to have a threesome. At the rate he was going, he couldn’t possibly fathom what the future held for him…