The mid-afternoon sun scorched the town of Ponyville. Summer was slowly coming to an end and ponies started to prepare to go back to whatever lives they had before their breaks.

Schoolfoals were especially aware of the fact that school was on the horizon, jamming as much play time and adventure into their days as possible as they counted the seconds to that fateful first bell.

Of course, there was still some preparation to do. Stationery needed buying, homework needed finishing and fees needed paying (of course the foals weren’t aware of this as money was a strictly grown up thing as soon as it’s not going towards a new toy).

One of the many little fillies preparing for the new school year was Toola Roola. It had taken a few days, but she was almost done picking up all of her stationery for the year. The last thing she needed was quills.

The earth pony had woken up in quite a sweat that day, having kicked off her already light bed sheets in the night.

Hopping out of bed, she rushed into the bathroom and started the shower. She twisted the hot and cold knobs, squirming as she waited for the water to warm up. A strange sensation gently tickled her rump.It was a strange, dull craving which she barely noticed except for when her wiggling caused air to get beneath her matted tail and brush her princess parts.

She stepped in, yelping a little as the water touched her oddly sensitive skin, making her quickly reduce the hot water coming from the showerhead. The hot water quickly cascaded across her flank, making her jump as it tickled her slit.

It felt like every sensation on her coat sent sparks up her spine, making her squirm beneath the water as she quickly used her hooves to clean herself. Wh-what's happening to me? she thought, anxious to make the sensations stop

She reached up and turned off the stream, stepping out onto a bath mat beside the shower. Carefully, she began to towel herself off, drying off her sodden mane and dripping tail and wiggling a little to shake off some of the water on her coat. She was especially cautious as the towel passed over her rump, making her blush as the rough fibers grazed her cunny.

She sighed with relief as she finished toweling herself down, quickly hopping up on a stool in front of the washbasin to brush her teeth before making her way out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

Usually her parents would be eating breakfast when she arrived, but they’d left for the opening of her mother’s newest exhibition in Manehattan the day before, leaving her the house for the weekend. She wanted to ask about the feelings in her filly parts, but it would have to wait until they got home. She was sure it couldn’t have been that serious.

Slotting a piece of bread in the toaster, she took a seat on one of the hard dining chairs. The wood teased her slit once more, making her bite her lip as she tried to focus on anything other than the tingles in her rear.

Toola squirmed in silence for a moment before a loud banging sound rung through the house. She glanced at a clock on the wall, 10:11, Coconut Cream was supposed to have arrived at 10 o’clock!

She grabbed her toast and quickly scoffed it down, wincing at the lack of butter on it as she grabbed the bag of bits her father had left for her from its hiding place under the sink before putting on her saddlebags and stuffing the bits into it.

The banging continued.

“Toola! Hurry u--” Coconut called, only to be interrupted by the door swinging open. “Finally! Everypony’s gunna be trying to get the same quills as us, so we gotta get there first!”

The fillies had been making plans for their trip to Quills and Sofas for eons. The classroom trendsetter, Diamond Tiara, had started bringing a specific pink and fluffy quill to class, prompting an instant adoption of the style across the whole school.

The owner of Quills and Sofas, Davenport, had gone on holiday with his wife and foals the day after school ended, leaving the store unattended and leaving the town’s fillies with no way of acquiring their key to classroom fame.

Toola rolled her eyes. Coconut was always way too dramatic. “Fine, how about we have a race to see who can get there faster!” she said.

“Okay,” Coco said, a sly grin forming on her face. “Three two one go!” she rushed out before sprinting away down the street.

“H-Hey, no fair!” Toola called as she ran after her.

She found more than a few ponies were paying a lot more attention to her when she ran past. Especially the colts and stallions, who gazed in her direction as her scent blasted them.

Slowing her pace, she caught sight of a few colts her age who shot her slightly embarrassed looks. She couldn’t help but glance down at them, seeing their sheaths twitching as their cock slowly slid from beneath them. They all shuffled to hide their erections and continue to play as if nothing happened, glancing at her flank every so often as she passed by.

Coco also slowed for the colts, her tail lifting slightly as she stared at them. Toola wanted to take the opportunity to overtake her friend, but her mind was far too busy focusing on the little stallions as they hoofed at the ground and snorted at the pair.

A need was growing in her belly, making her feel more and more drawn to the colts as she heard their commanding voices shout at each other while they played ‘guards and gryphons’, a common favorite in the library of pretend games played by foals around Equestria.

Suddenly Coconut sped off into the distance, breaking herself from her daydreaming and pulling ahead of Toola once more.

She shook her head, what was she doing? She was meant to be getting to Quills and Sofas!

She took off again, only to run headfirst into a stallion and fall backward. “O-Ow!” she said, rubbing her head to clear the headache that surged through her head.

“I-I’m s-so sorry mister!” she said, looking up at the unicorn stallion.

“It’s quite alright sweetie,” he said, smiling down at her. His nostrils flared as he breathed in her scent. His smile twisted into a slightly predatory one as he offered a hoof to help her up. “What’s your name, hun?” he asked as Toola accepted his help.

He pulled her close as she climbed to her hooves, keeping a firm grip on her body and holding her against his body despite her attempts to pull her hoof away.

Her face flushed red as she smelled his musk, making the strange tingles form in her fillyhood once again.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” the stallion asked, starting to wrap his hoof around her. He glanced down at her flank, inspecting it to make sure she had her cutie mark.

“T-Toola Roola!” she said, squirming in his grip.

“What a nice name, my name is--”

“Ahem.” a voice from behind him cut him off.

Glancing over her shoulder, Toola saw three mares with rather disgruntled looks on their faces glaring at the pair. Two of the mares held strollers containing little sleeping foals while the third’s belly looked significantly larger than one would expect from a mare of her size.

The pregnant mare raised an eyebrow at the stallion, who coughed awkwardly and flashed the filly a quick smile.

“I-I’m so sorry to cut our meeting short but I’m afraid I must be going, my mares and I are on quite a tight schedule!” he said flusteredly, trotting in the direction he was going before Toola had run into him. The mares followed approvingly, shooting the confused filly dirty looks as they passed by.

Toola trotted the rest of the way to Quills and Sofas, where Coconut stood triumphantly, waiting for her friend to catch up.

“I win!” she said as Toola approached.

“I would have beat you if you didn’t cheat!”

“Nuh-uh! You still would’ve run straight into that stallion!”

Toola blushed, huffing as she realized that Coco had her beat.

“Toola! Coconut!” the voice of a young stallion called as the door to the shop opened.

Davenport smiled at the fillies. They’d spent hours and hours playing with his daughter, who was a couple of years younger than them. As such, he was more than familiar with their quarrels and arguments, though he knew they’d still always be friends.

He wore a neat black suit with a red tie and a white shirt underneath and his mane was gelled back into its usual wavy fashion.

“Hi Mister Davenport!” they said in unison.

“Come on in, I assume you two are on the hunt for some stationery for school?” he asked, stepping aside and holding the door open for them to trot past.

“Uh-huh!” Coconut said, Toola nodding in agreement as they made their way inside.

As they passed, Davenport was hit with the fertile scent of not one but two fillies. He bit his lip and shuffled inside, suppressing his arousal and trying to ignore their swinging tails which only just allowed him to see their glistening slits every so often.

“What can I do for you?” he asked, letting the door click shut behind him.

“Well, Mister Davenport, all we have left to get are qu--” Coco began.

“We need quills!” Toola spoke over her friend, she found herself driven to command the attention of the stallion more than any other mare in the room, even her best friend.

Coco shot her a look of disdain before smiling up at the earth pony and nodding in agreement.

“Well, if you need quills, you’ve come to the right place!” he said, directing them towards the stationery section. “Right this way!” he said, letting them take the lead so he could continue to watch their flanks sway from side to side.

“We’ve got everything from grade 1-A to 3-B quills. Take your time and pick whichever takes your fancy!” he said excitedly as he stepped back and let them look through the trays of quills lined up on the wall.

Toola searched and searched but just couldn’t find the exact type of quill she was looking for! If there was anything worse than not having the coolest trend, it was definitely having a cheap mockery or something ‘close enough’.

Coco didn’t seem to have much luck either She’d found a few similar quills of different colors, but still no pink quill.

They looked at each other, then turned to the stallion behind them with hopeful looks in their eyes.

“So cute…” Davenport muttered in his filly-entranced state.

“What’s so cute?” the fillies asked at the same time.

“G-Gah!” he said, a blush forming on his cheeks as he realized what he said. “N-Nothing, did you find what you were looking for, girls?” he asked, readjusting his tie as he felt his sweat build beneath it.

“No…” Coco said.

“Well, maybe I can help! What exactly were you two looking for?”

“Diamon--”

Toola quickly interrupted, “Diamond Tiara’s quill!”

Davenport nodded understandingly, “Ah, I know the one, with the fluffy end and the gold band just before the tip?” he asked.

“Exactly!” Coconut said, pouting at Toola for stealing her line yet again.

“That’ll be further down, closer to the novelty quills. Follow me!” he said, leading them towards the back of the shop. His tail flicked instinctively as they fell in behind him, showing off his emerging shaft and blasting them with wave after wave of his musk. Toola felt that need from before growing within her again every time she caught sight of his sheath, making her blush and bite her lip.

Something wet and sticky dripped down her leg, making her blush even harder. Had she peed herself? She wasn’t a foal anymore and there was no way she could have had an accident like that, was there?

The stallion in front then stopped suddenly, a mischievous smile growing on his face as an idea formed in the most primal parts of his mind.

“Oh! I just realized that I haven’t put those quills out yet!” he explained. “Still getting back into real life after my vacation, you see,” he chuckled.

The fillies huffed disappointedly, “D-Does that mean we can’t buy them?” Coco asked.

“Usually, no…” Davenport said, causing another exaggerated sigh from behind him. “But for my cutest customers, I think I can make an exception!” he said.

Toola’s face lit up like a Hearth’s Warming tree. There was hope after all!

“Why don’t you two hop around the counter and into the back room. I just have something I have to do urgently and then I’ll be right with you!”

“Okay!” they almost shouted, giggling with excitement as they sprinted through the shop and slipped behind the counter. It was like being let in on the biggest secret in Ponyville. Nopony was going to be able to get their special quill all day, except for them!

They swung the door behind the counter open and stepped into the back room, chattering happily as they waited for Davenport to join them.

Davenport waited for them to disappear into the room before rushing to the front of the shop. He grabbed the ‘open’ sign that hung on the window and flipped it to ‘closed’.

He had a feeling he wouldn’t be opening for a while.

The fillies gazed around the ‘back room’ in awe. It was messily packed full of boxes and lacked the bright lighting of the rest of the shop, just like some kind of secret society’s base a-la Daring Do.

The door clicked shut behind them as Davenport entered. He made sure the lock was engaged by jiggling the handle before turning to the fillies.

“Here we are, the back room!” he said, grabbing a step ladder nearby and pushing it towards one of the many racks that stretched from the bottom of the room to the top, stacked full of boxes.

Coconut grinned giddily at Toola as they watched him step up the ladder towards a box simply marked ‘pink’. His tail just barely hid his cock, which bobbed beneath him as he climbed.

He pulled it off the shelf, carefully balancing it on his shoulder as he climbed back down. With a soft grunt, he dropped it in front of the fillies, revealing its contents: piles upon piles of the exact quills they wanted.

They squealed happily and each picked out a quill for themselves.

“Thank you Mister Davenport!” they squeaked, wiggling with happiness as they headed back towards the door, their mission in the mysterious backroom completed.

Davenport smiled knowingly, starting to undo the buttons on his suit and loosen his tie.

Toola reached up and tried to open the door, only to find it locked.

“You girls can’t leave yet!” the stallion said, trotting over to them and removing Toola’s hoof. His clothes lay discarded upon one of the many boxes around the room, letting his musk flood the noses of both fillies unrestricted.

“Wh-Why not?” Coconut asked. The fillies were starting to notice the small room filling with a mix of scents, not only their own but also that of Davenport’s commanding musk.

Toola’s tail flicked, the smell worming its way into her mind and making the need in her belly grow by the second.

“Because I’m not done with you two yet~,” he cooed, pulling Toola by the hoof and forcing his lips to hers.

She squeaked and struggled as his strong grip kept her in place. Her eyes opened wide while she tried to jerk her head away.

He broke the kiss, letting her breath for a few moments. “I know you two are feeling very strange in your filly parts, and I want to help!” he explained, making them both glance at each other.

Toola furrowed her brow, “H-How?” she asked, her face completely red with a mix of fear, embarrassment, and lust.

“My special quill is going to dip inside your inkwells~,” he teased, stroking her cheek and letting her go.

“Special quill?” Cream pressed, very confused by what had just taken place.

“My colt parts, silly!” he said, drawing their attention to the throbbing shaft that swung below him.

They both stared intensely at his stallionhood, feeling their arousal drip down their legs as they watched a globule of precum form and then splash on the carpeted floor below adding to the pool of liquids that were accumulated between the three of them.

The craving in Toola’s crotch was becoming unbearable, making her squeak with each slight movement she made in an attempt to quell the embarrassing stream of liquid dribbling to the floor.

“Do you girls want me to help you with your problem?” he asked. The foals nodded. “Alright, but I can only help one of you at a time, which one of you wants to go first?”

Both fillies’ hooves shot into the air at the same time.

“I do!” they both cried, before glaring at each other.

“I said it first!” Coconut said.

“My hoof was faster!” Toola shot back.

“Yeah wel--”

“Hold on now girls, there’s no need for fighting between herd members!” he said.

Their ears perked at the mention of the word ‘herd’.

Davenport chuckled, “That’s right sweethearts, I want you both to be a part of my herd, don’t you want that?” he prompted, emphasizing the word to help bring forth their most primal states.

Toola’s chest surged with pride. A stallion wanted her in his herd! She wasn’t quite sure why she was so happy about it, but it felt good to feel his gaze on her body.

“Now, there is still the issue of who goes first…” he said, pondering his conundrum, he had their attention, all that was left was to fill them as many times as possible and plant his seed deep inside them. “Oh, how about a contest!” he exclaimed.

They both grinned at the idea, “Okay!” they said, always eager to beat each other at any game possible.

“What’s the contest gunna be?” Toola asked.

“A contest of stamina, the pony who lasts the longest wins!”, he said. “Coconut Cream, can lie down on your back for me?” he directed, effortlessly picking Toola up as her friend did as she was directed.

He paused for a moment, admiring her dripping cunt for a few seconds before gently placing the filly in his hooves down on top of her so she faced the opposite direction.

They both shuddered with need as the aroma in the room got thicker and thicker, each of their short breaths tickling the other’s folds and sending dull waves of pleasure through their bodies.

“Now, all you have to do is lick each other’s filly parts, can you do that?” he asked, making Toola’s face screw up in disgust.

“Ew, that’s where her pee comes fro-- Oh!~” she didn’t finish her sentence before she felt Coco’s small, wet tongue pressed lightly against her cunny. Pleasure shot up her spine, making her squeal as she squirmed atop her friend.

“I-I’m not letting you get a head start on me!” Toola said, pushing her head down between Cream’s legs and forcing her tongue deep into her tight snatch.

The moan from below her sent another spike of ecstasy through her body as Coco’s tongue pushed past her outer lips and delved into her dripping fillyhood.

“Gah!” Toola moaned, pushing as much of her tongue into the filly beneath as possible. Her hind legs quaked, each small movement and flick of Cream’s tongue making the need in her pussy grow even more. “H-How do we know who wins?” she asked between squeaks of lust.

Davenport huffed, in the corner of her eye, Toola could see him sitting beside the pair with his cock proudly on display. His hooves worked it, making him snort dominantly as he watched his newest would-be broodmares. “Y-You’ll know~,” he groaned.

The squirming foals moaned and grunted as they pushed each other's limits. Toola’s muzzle was coated in squirt after squirt of Coconut’s slippery natural lubricant as she pushed her tongue against the walls of her tunnel.

Slowly, she felt a new feeling build in her crotch, a sensation kind of like the feeling she felt when she really needed to pee. This must be what Mister Davenport means by ‘lasts the longest’! I can’t let Coco beat me! she thought through the haze of arousal that had settled on her mind. She doubled her efforts in pleasing her friend, desperate to make her cum as each sound Davenport uttered pushed her closer to whatever it was that was on her horizon.

Her clit winked rhythmically on Coco’s muzzle, making her aware of how close her friend was. She suddenly tore her tongue from Toola’s depths, making a tidal wave of pleasure roll through her, threatening to make her cum there and then. Still, she held on.

Nice try, bu-- she couldn’t finish her thought before Coconut gave her clit a single, firm flick with her tongue.

It was too much for the inexperienced filly.

The pleasure that slammed her body more than pushed her over the edge. Her body spasmed and squirmed as the bubble of ecstasy in her crotch burst, flooding her with wave after wave of a feeling unlike any she’d ever felt before.

She cried out, roughly pulling herself out of her friend’s pussy and throwing her head back as her squirming and writhing caused her to roll off of Cream’s belly and twitch on the floor as her clit spurted a stream of fillycum onto the carpet, making it pool below her.

The feeling of her friend suddenly pulling her tongue out of her foalhood was all it took for Cream to reach her own climax. She flopped to the side as she flailed desperately, her eyes rolling back as she screamed with pure lust.

A sweet, filly-ish scent filled the air as their orgasms faded, making Davenport groan as he forced himself to stop pleasuring himself to save his cum for his broodmares-to-be.

“I-I w-win!” Coconut panted, basking in the afterglow of her first ever orgasm.

Toola could barely even form a single word, the pleasure still left in her body rendering her unable to make any sound aside from the squeaks and squeals of a filly so deep in lust she couldn’t think of anything other than the pleasure emanating from her cunt.

“U-Unf~” Davenport grunted as he dragged himself to his hooves and picked up the pleasure-weakened filly. “Y-Yes you did, and as your prize, you get to have my foal planted in your little womb first.”

“F-Foal?” the filly asked as he sat back down and began to tease her sensitive cunt with his tip.

“Of course, when you’re my mare, you’re expected to be pushing foal after foal out of that cute little slit of yours!” he explained, pushing the flare against her tight folds and making her squirm.

I-I’m gonna have Mister Davenport’s foals? Toola thought, the very idea of being bloated with a foal filling her with such joy.

Davenport continued to poke at Coconut’s dripping slit while she regained her stamina. Toola dragged herself to her hooves, her stamina slowly recovering.

“A-Alright, this next part might hurt just a little but I promise you’re gunna feel really good pleasuring me, okay?” he explained. Cream nodded in understanding, biting her lip as the stallion began to push his cock into her.

She winced as his flare split her open. Davenport shushed her as she whimpered and squirmed on his shaft.

“Okay, this is the part that hurts. Try to relax, okay sweetheart?” he told her, waiting for her to adjust before quickly sliding her down his sheath and tearing through her hymen. She screamed with pain as his thick meat penetrated her, a few drops of blood leaking from her cunt.

“G-Good girl!” Davenport cooed. His grip on her became tighter as the feeling of burying himself in her tight foal-hole caused his primal drive and urge, of completely dominating the filly, to consume his mind. He wouldn’t be able to hold himself back for much longer.

He began to thrust in and out of Coco, snorting and grunting with pleasure. His eyes became aggressive and dominant, his cock forcing itself deeper and deeper, pushing hard against her cervix as he slammed her down again and again.

The white filly’s screaming slowly turned to lustful squeaks and moans. She writhed in pleasure, bouncing up and down in time with his powerful strokes, her own heat-fueled need to be bred driving her to tighten and milk the cock that split her open again and again.

Toola lay on her back, making sure her soaked cunt was in full view of the stallion as she pushed her forehooves between her legs and began to play with herself. Her squeals of arousal harmonized with her friend, creating a symphony of needy voices accompanied by the wet squelches of Davenport’s thick shaft pumping in and out of Coconut’s cunt.

Cream quickly approached her second orgasm, her ‘contest’ from just moments before leaving her sensitive to every rough thrust of the stallion inside her. She tightened more and more, her hind legs twitching as Davenport’s reaming drove her closer and closer to the edge.

Toola pushed her hooves deeper into her cunny, arching her back as she fondled herself to the sights, sounds, and scents of her friend’s rutting.

Davenport let out a final powerful grunt of dominance as he lifted Coconut up and roughly forced every inch of his shaft into her. His cock effortlessly parted her cervix and forced its way into her, throbbing wildly as he painted her insides with his seed.

Losing control of his body to his primal instincts, the stallion leaned down and bit hard onto the back of Coco’s neck, holding her there to mark her as his broodmare and his broodmare alone.

Thick cum filled Coco’s womb, flooding her body and pushing her over the edge. Her body tensed as she moaned sluttily, only stopping to whimper in pain as he tightened his teeth’s grip on her nape. Her clit winked, covering the stallion in her hot juices as her tunnel tightened as much as physically possible around his length.

Her belly bulged ever so slightly as the cum filled her to the brim, leaking around his cock and dripping to the floor as it overflowed and stained the pair with a new layer of bodily fluids.

Once he’d finished emptying himself in her to the point where he felt she would most certainly have his foal, he roughly pushed her from his cock, letting the last few cumshots stain her white coat as he stood and left her to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm and pant for breath.

His eyes locked onto Toola, who was still writhing and moaning in a puddle of her natural lubricant. He confidently strode towards her, inspecting her quivering form with a predatory, commanding gaze.

Toola’s ears flattened as she watched him trot towards her, her lust-fogged subconscious telling her to be as submissive as possible to the virile stallion whose softened cock was already beginning to harden once again.

He whinnied softly as he inspected her small teats, his hoof lightly poking her hips to inspect how suitable she was to have his foals. A smile grew on his face, inspiring a feeling of immense pride in the filly, he wanted to breed her!

His nose flared as he snorted a command, jerking his head towards the wall. She understood instantly, rolling onto her hooves and trotting to a bare patch of the wall facing her before bracing her hooves on it, her tail lifted enticingly to show off her glistening hole.

Davenport quickly mounted her, pushing his cock against her slit as his hooves gripped her sides. He lifted her up, keeping her pressed against the wall as he unceremoniously rammed himself into her hole.

It hurt so much, but she simply accepted it as the price to pay for the honor of having her stallion’s foals bred into her womb. She groaned as he shuffled to find his balance, grunting as he quickly pushed himself deep into her, his flare scraped her walls as he pushed as much of his girth into her young, barely developed hole.

The pain faded as quickly as it arrived, replaced with the oh-so satisfying feeling of Davenport’s stallionhood widening her tunnel, flooding her with wave after wave of erotic pleasure.

Her tongue hung from her mouth, letting drool dribble down her chin as each firm stroke of his hips pushed her harder against the wall and made her cheek grind against it.

The stallion’s member throbbed, widening her and filling her with his warm pre-cum. His hot breath warmed her neck as he huffed and groaned, reminding her of her duty to please him and making her tense and tighten around him.

Her earlier effort to please herself had left her needy and sensitive, making the feelings of intense pleasure hit her even harder. She whined as she clung to the edge of the orgasm building in her nethers, threatening to overwhelm her more with each passing second.

Davenport’s thrusts began to become desperate and irregular, his snorts louder and more dominant. Suddenly, Toola’s neck burned with pain as her stallion leaned down and bit hard into her neck.

It was far too much for her body to handle.

The filly screamed with pleasure, her clit winking as she bucked back against the wall, milking her stallion as hard as she possibly could. Her fillycum painted his hind legs, squirting from her pussy in a clear stream of sweet-smelling ejaculate.

She wanted, no, she needed to feel him fill her. She was empty, and nothing could make her feel complete but the feeling of cum flooding her body and her stallion’s seed planting in her fertile womb.

Davenport was more than happy to oblige.

He reared back and roared as he forced his tip past her cervix. Rope after rope of hot, sticky foal batter poured into her womb, its heat warming her whole body as he bloated her with cum. It sloshed in her belly as he continued to violently fuck her while he came, the sound of his satisfied grunts filling the air along with the wet sound of his cock slamming in and out of her pussy.

She sighed contently as her orgasm faded, leaving her to relish in the afterglow as spurt after spurt of Davenport’s essence squirted from around his rod, splashing on the floor as spunk quickly overflowed her body.

Like before, he waited until he was sure that his seed would take before pulling out, plopping her weakened form on the floor next to Coco and squirting the last few cumshots onto her tiny body.

She gasped for breath, the rough treatment of her small body leaving her winded and breathless. Davenport’s chest also heaved as he lay protectively beside his two new broodmares.

Toola and Coco’s hunger for cock had been more than sated, letting them free of their heat and leaving them with the giddy feeling every young filly experienced when they felt cum oozing from their slits after being bred for the first time in their lives.

The aggression quickly left Davenport’s expression, his personality returning to its usual kind demeanor. He pulled the fillies close, letting them rest on either side of him with their heads laying on his chest.

“Welcome to the family,” he panted, making the fillies giggle softly. “Get some rest, we’ve got lots to talk about later today~,” he encouraged.

Cream had passed out the second he uttered the word ‘rest’ and Toola was more than happy to oblige.

She snuggled her stallion, rubbing her slightly cum-bloated belly with a hoof as she let sleep take her.

Her dreams were the happiest she’d ever had.