Miguel, the new dishwasher, needed to ask his boss for some time off next Tuesday. He set down the sprayer, and tried to find him. If anything, he would probably find him out in the back alley, having the usual after service smoke. Miguel opened the back door. He found his boss, and a lot more that he hadn’t expected.

There was a white pony outside. She had a long beautiful purple mane, and a tail to match. She was one of the really gorgeous ponies that came in through the front door. She was kissing the sous-chef. Not just kissing the saucier, but french kissing him. With tongue. It looked like they were trying to swallow each other’s faces.

Even more extraordinary, the head chef was kissing her too. Only he was kissing her from the other end. His lips were planted firmly between her two round, white buttcheeks. Her purple tail was swishing back and fort across the gray tuft of hair on his head. Both the sous-chef and the head chef had big, pink, raging erections.

Miguel forgot all about the time off. He resolved right then and there that he would work hard and become a head chef himself some day. He turned and walked back inside.

He was stunned. Overwhelmed. He felt like he wasn’t quite sure if he had seen what he had seen. He certainly never saw anything like that before, but he knew he liked it. He told everybody else in the kitchen. They were stunned too. Then they dropped everything on the counter tops and headed out the door. They pushed him out of the way on their way out. He followed them out.

He couldn’t see the two chefs and the pony when he got back out. All the other mules were standing in the way, passing around a bottle of booze and cigarettes while they watched. He squeezed in between them and his jaw dropped.

They weren’t kissing anymore. The head chef had mounted the pony, and was positively fucking the shit out of her. He could hear them doing it even over all the laughter and cheering and chatting. The sound of their fucking echoed through the alley. There was the slapping of flesh against flesh, and the wet squealching every time he drove his cock into her sloppy pussy. The dishwasher took a swig from the bottle as they passed it around and almost choked on it, but managed to swallow. He passed it on.

The sous chef? He mounted her too, only from the other end. She was gobbling down his cock like it were a chorizo. She was good at it too. She didn’t have a lot of room to work with under both of the mules, but still her head somehow managed to bob back and forth. It was obvious she wanted it, and they were really giving it to her.

“Hey, you like that lady?” the head chef asked as he pounded her from behind. She called out something, completely muffled from the dick in her mouth. “Yeah, I like it too,” he replied. He slapped at her flank with his hoof and sped up his thrusting. “Oh, damn,” he moaned. “Oh, damn you’re good.” His voice rose in volume. “Oh, damn!” Suddenly he stopped thrusting, his cock deep inside. “Oh, shit!” He pumped one more, then dismounted. His cock came swinging out, dripping cum on the ground. He turned to the crowd. “Damn, that’s one nice piece of ass, fellas.” He turned back to Rarity. “Hey, you’re hot stuff, lady!”

“Thanks, Gustavo. You really know how to show a lady a good time.” The sous chef had taken his cock from her mouth. He was walking around to take his turn from behind. He hopped on and she squealed in delight. The saucier approached her from front, and she started to suck him off.

The dishwasher was surprised. He had no idea they were taking turns. He thought it was just for the head chef and sous chef. He started to wonder. Maybe he, the lowest mule on the totem pole, would eventually get a turn. The idea made him excited. He had never been with a mare before.

“Hey, look at Miguel!” the head chef laughed and pointed. The others turned and chuckled. “Hey, he’s just watching and he’s already got a boner.” It was true. The dishwasher was fully erect. “Ha, to be a kid again, huh? He’s just a young buck.”

The sous chef finished early. He was thrusting sloppily. His dick came out as he was cuming, and he spurted all over Rarity’s legs. He thanked her, and then it was the sous chef’s turn to fuck her.

“Hey, kid,” the head chef told him. The head chef hardly ever talked to him. “Go for it. Her mouth is all yours, man.”

The dishwasher started to walk over to Rarity. She looked gorgeous. Her curly purple mane was bouncing from the thrusting behind. His legs were wobbly; he was a bundle of nerves.

“Hi, there, cutie,” she said, in the sexiest voice he had ever heard, even though it was in English.

“H-hi,” he said. She reached out, grabbed him by his apron, and pulled him so that he was in front of her, but sideways. She grabbed his cock and pulled it out from underneath him, then latched onto it.

It was better than anything he had ever known. She only fellated him a few times before he blew his load into her mouth.

The other mules laughed and cheered. “See? What did I say?” the head chef asked. “Young buck!”

The young mule was still stunned. He looked into Rarity’s beautiful eyes. “Te amo,” he said. The other mules laughed. Rarity didn’t laugh at him. She smiled at him. Some of his semen spilled out from the corners of her mouth, but she gulped down the rest. She winked at him. He almost had a heart attack. He staggered back to the line of mules, receiving pats on the back.

“Hey, watch this trick,” the head chef said. He walked back up to Rarity. The head chef, in the kitchen, always had an endless supply of tricks and techniques. “Watch this trick,” he would always say before performing something mesmerizing. “This only works with unicorns,” he said this time. Then he kissed the tip of Rarity’s horn, then started to suck on it. His head bobbed up and down as if he were sucking cock. The other mules burst into laughter. He looked ridiculous. Then the laughter subsided. Rarity was moaning and screaming. The head chef’s cheeks were starting to glow, being lit from the inside. Rarity had a sudden and intense orgasm. The others could see her flanks flexing and contracting. She spurted fluid all over the saucier’s balls. The mules cheered as the head chef walked back to the line. “And that’s the nice thing about unicorns,” he smiled.

All of the mules had a turn with her. They reestablished their pecking order after the head chef had granted the dishwasher a free turn. She got them all off, but still she wanted more. She was insatiable. As it turned out, the dishwasher, being the youngest and most virile, was the first to get it up again.

She had him lay down on his back, so that his dick stuck up in the air. Then she mounted him. It was the first time he had ever been laid. He didn’t know what to do, but she did all the work for him. She was amazingly generous. The head chef was the next to get it up again. He approached her from behind.

“Not in the butt, please,” Rarity said, but still lifted her tail. He squatted down behind her, and squeezed his dick into her pussy, along with the dishwasher’s. They worked together, the head chef and the dishwasher. Their dicks sliding against each other like two wet pistons in her cunt, trying to please themselves and her. It worked. She came over and over. They each came once again, and then they were done for the night.

She wasn’t. She took each of the other mules, alone or in pairs. Eventually, she outlasted all of them. The gang broke apart. The older crew took the dishwasher out for drinks, sneaking him into a bar. Rarity went off with the head chef somewhere, the dishwasher never knew where. He would never forget her though, not for his entire life. She had been his first. She had been his best.

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