“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Thunderlane said, trotting along next to Soarin as they made their way down the hall to their luxury suite.

Soarin grinned at him. “Not the first time you’ve said that.”

Thunderlane rolled his eyes. “‘Keep it down and we’ll be fine’, you said. ‘They’re having their own conversations’ you said.” He shook his head. “Remind me how that worked out.”

“It wasn’t that bad!” Soarin protested. “Spitfire only yelled at us for a few hours.”

“A few hours?” Braeburn asked, causing Thunderlane and Soarin to look back at him and Big Mac.

The two of them were walking close together, following Soarin’s lead. It hadn’t taken much to coax Braeburn into a foursome, especially with Soarin giving him flirty looks, and Big Mac had just given a nonchalant shrug and his standard ‘eeyup’. Thunderlane had been a little more hesitant, but all it had taken was for Soarin to give him a deep, open-mouthed kiss to butter him up.

Besides, he had to admit that Big Mac and Brae were pretty damn hot in their own right. The idea was hardly unappealing.

After trying their best to wipe the cum off the underside of the table and leaving a rather hefty tip, the four of them had paid for their food and bade a hasty retreat from the restaurant out of either eagerness or shame, depending on which one was asked.

“He’s exaggerating,” Thunderlane said to Braeburn. “It only lasted a few minutes.”

“Spitfire really does yell a lot, though,” Soarin said.

Braeburn guffawed. “Well, apparently so.” He then gave a slight frown. “So, uh, what’re y'all talkin’ about exactly? What did she catch you doin’?”

“Soarin…” Thunderlane said dangerously, turning to glare at his coltfriend.

Soarin smirked and took a deep breath. “We showered together in the locker room. Lane got horny from looking at me. We fucked. Then I asked him out while I still had my dick in his ass and he said yes. Spitfire caught us and made us scrub floors after practice for a week.”

Thunderlane’s cheeks burned beneath his fur as Soarin gave him a triumphant look. Big Mac’s eyebrows had shot up, while Braeburn was blushing and quite obviously trying to fight back his laughter.

“You’re gonna regret this,” Thunderlane growled, giving Soarin a vindictive look.

“Worth it,” Soarin said.

“That’s what you said to Spitfire,” Thunderlane said, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “That was not a smart thing to say to Spitfire.”

Soarin opened his mouth, then closed it, a frown on his face. “Point,” he said. “Still worth it, though.”

Thunderlane sighed and looked at their new friends. “He’s hopeless.”

“Well, I like him,” Braeburn replied, once he’d gotten his sniggering under control. “He’s fun.”

“I suppose he has to have something going for him,” Thunderlane said, rolling his eyes at Soarin, who only gave him a cheeky grin in response. His heart wasn’t really in it though; as always, he was unable to stay angry at his coltfriend for long.

“Okay, here’s the room,” Soarin said. He produced a key from where he’d been hiding it under a wing and unlocked the double door. The lock clicked and Soarin pushed the doors open, leading them all into the enormous suite. Thunderlane and Soarin had stopped by earlier to drop off their luggage, but Braeburn and Big Mac were both very obviously taken aback.

They were standing in a huge open area, a sitting room with amazingly soft-looking couches and chairs spread around a fireplace along one wall. The entirety of the wall across from them was nothing but glass, giving them an incredible view overlooking the sprawling neon mass that was Las Pegasus. A magical rune next to it would turn the glass opaque with a single touch. Off to the side there was an enormous kitchen and a well-stocked fridge, along with a large mahogany dining room table with a fruit bowl placed in the center. There was another room off to the side with a hot tub and enormous walk-in shower that Soarin and Thunderlane were both looking forward to trying out, and on the opposite side from the kitchen was the bedroom.

“Well… Perks of bein’ a Wonderbolt, I reckon,” Braeburn said, once he’d picked his jaw up off the floor.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said, who’d regained his composure faster than his coltfriend.

Soarin chuckled. “Yeah, it’s nice, huh?”

“I’m still not totally used to it,” Thunderlane said. “I mean, you could probably fit my whole house in this room.”

“You’ll get there,” Soarin said, giving him a smile. “It was pretty crazy to me at first, too.”

Thunderlane didn’t reply, instead turning and trotting over to the magnificent vista of the city. He stopped next to the glass, looking down at the streets below, so high up that he was unable to see the individual ponies that he knew were there.

“Something on your mind?”

Thunderlane turned his head, seeing that Soarin had followed him over to stand next to him.

“Just…” Thunderlane considered his next words, biting his lip. “It’s still hard to take this all in,” he said, briefly looking back out the window. “I never thought I’d have a life like this. Member of the Wonderbolts, staying in luxury suites, traveling all over Equestria…” He turned to face Soarin, looking directly into his gorgeous green eyes. “And all with an amazing stallion like you.”

Soarin smiled. It wasn’t one of the simple ones for the fans, or a humorous one like Thunderlane saw so often. It was one of simple joy. Contentment. Proof that Thunderlane made him just as happy as Soarin made him. Thunderlane felt his breath hitch in his throat as Soarin turned to face him fully, leaning in and gently pressing their lips together. Those vivid green eyes of Soarin’s faded from view as Thunderlane closed his own eyes. He leaned forward into the kiss, his heart skipping a beat as he relished in the feeling of that warm, soft coarseness that was his coltfriend.

“Well, ain’t that just the sweetest thing,” Braeburn said, causing the two of them to break apart.

Thunderlane coughed, feeling a bit embarrassed that he’d forgotten they weren’t alone. When he turned back to face their companions, he saw that they most definitely didn’t mind. Braeburn had a huge grin on his face, and Big Mac just wore a content little half-smile.

“Sorry about that,” Thunderlane said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Same problem as before. We just kinda… get into each other, sometimes.”

“In more ways than one,” Soarin said, causing Big Mac and Braeburn to snort.

“You are such a pervert,” Thunderlane said, rolling his eyes.

“You’re the one who always wakes up horny,” Soarin said, smirking at him.

“I’m not that bad,” he replied, but from the cagey look on his face it was obvious there was some truth to Soarin’s words.

“If your cum had caffeine in it, I wouldn’t even need coffee.” Soarin winked, and Thunderlane felt himself blush.

Braeburn chortled. “Y'all shoulda seen me and Mac for the first six months or so. Couldn’t keep our hooves off each other.”

Big Mac smirked and turned to look at Braeburn, catching his eye. “Eeyup,” he said. Only this time it was different. There was something sultry about his tone, a subtle rumble that made it a little deeper than usual, almost a growl. Braeburn took a small step back, looking a little flustered.

“So, who wants to help Lane and I test the bedsprings?” Soarin asked, a smirk on his face. “We haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

Thunderlane rolled his eyes at the less-than-subtle line, but Braeburn and Big Mac looked amused. “Alright, lead the way,” Braeburn said.

Soarin did so happily, the other three following after him. He pushed the doors to the bedroom open and stepped inside, the rest filing in after him. Like the rest of the suite, the bedroom was quite impressive. Milky white walls and thick, charcoal-colored carpet to contrast. Ebony furniture, another large bathroom to the side, and an enormous king-size bed in the middle.

“Good thing the sheets are white,” Soarin said with a sly grin. “The stains won’t show.”

Thunderlane looked disgusted, while Big Mac and Braeburn both snorted.

“So, uh, how do we go about this?” Braeburn asked. In contrast to his eagerness before, the smaller stallion now looked a little nervous.

Soarin smirked. “Hey, Lane?” As soon as he looked, Thunderlane gave a muffled cry as Soarin wrapped his forelegs around him and pressed their lips together, hard. Thunderlane fought briefly, only for a satisfied groan to escape his throat as he relaxed. His eyes slid closed and his lips parted, allowing Soarin’s tongue to eagerly push its way into his mouth, lavishly stroking his teeth and playing with his tongue.

Soarin started pushing against him, causing Thunderlane to take a step back toward the bed. He continued to advance, keeping Thunderlane thoroughly distracted with their tongue-wrestling match until he felt his rear bump against the bed. Taking the hint, Thunderlane broke the kiss for a moment and climbed up on the bed. Soarin quickly pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, giving him a lustful look through half-lidded eyes. Before Thunderlane could speak, Soarin swooped in and caught his lips in another kiss.

Thunderlane moaned into Soarin’s mouth as he felt his tongue slip inside again. He lifted his forelegs up to wrap them around Soarin, rubbing his back with one and using the other to play with his dark blue mane. He felt so hot already, Soarin’s muscular underbelly pressed against his, every miniscule motion rubbing their bodies together. Soarin’s enthusiasm was infectious, and Thunderlane was quick to begin fighting back with his own tongue, wrestling fiercely with Soarin’s in a playful struggle for dominance.

Thunderlane was getting hard again already, and this time so was Soarin. He could feel both their cocks pressed against each other, emerging from their sheaths in almost perfect sync. Soarin rocked his hips, causing them to both moan into the kiss as that wonderful, intimate pleasure consumed them. Thunderlane returned the favor, rubbing back against Soarin, and the two of them continued to hump and grind against each other, never once breaking their intense open-mouthed kiss as they coaxed each other to full hardness.

Braeburn was watching them openly, squirming with a visible blush on his cheeks as he found himself unable to tear his attention away from the sight. He had to admit that they were quite a pair of studs, and he couldn’t help but feel just a little envious of Thunderlane to be so eagerly showered in Soarin’s dominant affections.

He felt, rather than saw, when Big Mac shifted, leaning down to look Braeburn in the eye. He looked up, feeling a little submissive in his coltfriend’s shadow. Mac was giving him a rather hungry look, his eyes saying more than his voice ever would as he leaned in.

“M-Mac, I…” He was silenced when Big Mac gently batted his stetson off the top of his head, freeing his golden locks to hang around his head just before pressing their lips together. There was a hunger to the contact, an urgency that had Braeburn moaning helplessly as he felt his coltfriend seal their lips together. Without hesitation he felt Mac’s rough tongue push its way into his mouth, worming its way between his lips. Braeburn yielded to his tongue eagerly, mumbling incoherent encouragement. Big Mac took a step forward, pushing against him, and Braeburn shivered in delight as he felt his coltfriend’s strong, muscular forelegs rest around his shoulders.

He felt the familiar stirrings of arousal already. Thunderlane and Soarin had already been putting on quite a show, but the hungry kiss was plenty to tempt his cream-colored, mottled cock out of its sheath underneath him. Braeburn couldn’t see it, but he knew Mac well enough to know that his own cock, brown with pink spots, would be growing underneath him as well. Braeburn was already quite acquainted with it, needless to say.

“Hey!” Soarin called out, causing them to break apart. Braeburn looked over, red-faced to see Soarin looking back at them. He was still hovering over Thunderlane, his mane disheveled, wings stiffened, and an alluring look on his face with lust in his eyes. “This is supposed to be a foursome,” he said. “Somepony come over here and fuck me!” He shook his rump, swishing his tail, and Braeburn’s eyes were drawn to Soarin’s tight rear entrance and the heavy ballsack swaying underneath.

“Mac, you wanna…?” A grunt was all the answer Braeburn got, and it was enough to make Soarin grin.

“Lube on the nightstand,” Soarin said, turning back to Thunderlane. “Brae, you wanna come sit in front of me?”

Soarin’s tone allowed no room for argument. Braeburn exchanged another look with Big Mac before they went in separate directions, Braeburn to the bed, and Mac to the nightstand. Braeburn went around to the side of the bed and climbed up, turning to face Soarin and Thunderlane.

Soarin and Thunderlane had locked lips again, moaning into each other’s mouths as they rather passionately made out, continuing to hump and grind. He could see both their cocks between them, rubbing against each other, already leaking small amounts of precum to drip down onto Thunderlane’s dark fur. Braeburn bit his lip, feeling his own aching hardness stiffen even further.

Soarin broke the kiss, a sloppy strand of saliva connecting his lips to Thunderlane’s as they panted for breath. He looked up at Braeburn and gave him an open-mouthed grin. “What’cha waiting for?” he asked. “My mouth’s good for more than one thing.”

Braeburn chuckled. “Well now, how can I turn down an offer like that?”

He stood up and walked forward, until his cock was bobbing right in front of Soarin’s nose, a little droplet of precum already forming at the tip. Braeburn was left awkwardly kneeling over Thunderlane’s face, and he gave a needy little moan at the feeling of Soarin’s hot breath against the tip of his cock as the pegasus inhaled the scent of his musk.

“Lane, do you…?” Soarin trailed off as Braeburn moaned, feeling an intense heat as Thunderlane took one of his balls into his mouth, lapping at with his tongue. “Nevermind.”

With Braeburn kneeling over him, Thunderlane couldn’t see much other than his tail, taint, and the underside of his cock. However, he definitely heard Braeburn’s moans get louder as Soarin wrapped his skilled mouth around the head of his cock, suckling on it softly and causing Braeburn to rock his hips. That tempted Thunderlane to reach up with his hooves and press them to Braeburn’s flanks, rubbing them in small, firm circles. He was firm, like Soarin, but not quite so toned.

“That’s the ticket…” Braeburn moaned, his expression one of bliss. He would never say it out loud, but Big Mac wasn’t very good at giving blowjobs. Soarin, on the other hoof, was amazing at it, and that was becoming quite clear as Braeburn’s gasps and moans began to escape his mouth freely.

Unwilling to be outdone by his coltfriend, Thunderlane stepped up his own efforts, suckling very gently on Braeburn’s sizable orb, his practiced tongue lapping around the smooth skin. It had a rather fleshy and slightly salty taste. Not unpleasant to him, and Thunderlane was only too happy to help Braeburn along. He made sure to coat it with his saliva completely before letting it go, moving to Braeburn’s other testicle and taking that one into his mouth too, repeating the process.

Soarin, meanwhile, was slowly inching forward, taking more and more of Braeburn’s cock into his throat. Braeburn was a little smaller than Thunderlane, so Soarin had no trouble at all swallowing his length. He was only taking his time to savor the taste of stallion cock, an erotic, if slightly bitter and fleshy, flavor that somehow had his own length aching ever more for its own release.

The three of them heard heavy hoofsteps as Big Mac stepped up behind Soarin, a wet, squelching sound heard as he smeared the lube all over his own shaft. Out of the four of them he had the biggest cock, but Soarin liked a challenge.

The bed shifted as Big Mac reared up, straddling Soarin and planting his hooves on either side of him and Thunderlane. Soarin paused as he felt the head of Mac’s cock nudging at his entrance, apparently waiting for assent. It was slippery with the oily lubricant, and though Soarin couldn’t actually see it, he could tell already that it would be quite a feat to take it.

“H-he’s mighty big, partner,” Braeburn said, panting as he tried to suppress his moans enough to speak. “Sure you wanna take ‘im?”

Soarin pulled back, gasping for breath. A strand of his saliva connected him to Braeburn’s cock, and the taste of cum and flesh lingered in his mouth as he looked back at the enormous red stallion.

“Go on, Big Mac. Give it to me,” he said, swishing his tail out of the way with a confident grin on his face. He punctuated it with a slight shake of his rump, relishing in the feeling of that thick cock rubbing between his cheeks. Without another word he turned back to Braeburn and took his cock right back into his mouth, earning him a fresh moan from the golden pony. Thunderlane, for his part, continued to lap at his heavy ballsack, occasionally giving his own moan as he and Soarin continued to frot each other, smearing their precum all over themselves.

Soarin grunted as he felt Big Mac start to push forward, feeling the pressure against his ring as he started to spread. Big Mac’s motions were measured, and yet there was an obvious strength and confidence behind it, as if he could split Soarin in half with a single hard thrust and knew it perfectly well. The thought deterred neither of them as Soarin spread his flanks and hind legs as wide as he could, eagerly inviting Big Mac to fuck him as he pleased. All throughout he never stopped bobbing his head, keeping his tips tight around Braeburn’s cock even as it continued to drool precum down his throat, groaning happily all the while.

“Mmmmph!” Soarin grunted as Big Mac finally popped the head inside, hesitating as Soarin squirmed. The blue stallion was flicking his tail, swishing it against Big Mac’s belly, either in discomfort or eagerness. He made no move to stop him, however. If anything, it only seemed to spur him on, Soarin quickly pushing forward and swallowing Braeburn’s cock all the way down to the base. That earned him the loudest moan yet from Braeburn, and Soarin too gave a satisfied groan as he felt his throat get filled.

Big Mac seemed to have very little patience. He rocked his hips again, sinking another couple inches of his massive length into Soarin. Soarin grunted, feeling himself stretch wider, a distinct sense of fulfillment mixing with the discomfort. He took it like a champ, continuing to eagerly present himself to Big Mac while bobbing his head, expertly deepthroating Braeburn like it was nothing. As for Big Mac, he seemed to know Soarin’s limits quite well, never pushing him farther than he could handle, but just barely. In less than a minute, Big Mac had managed to get all of his slick cock inside Soarin, sighing in pleasure as he felt that tight heat clenching around him.

“T-that’s it,” Soarin said, pulling off Braeburn’s cock for a moment. “D-damn, you’re huge. Keep going!” Soarin was no stranger to bottoming, but he’d never been so full as he was now. Big Mac had a way of stretching him to his limit, yet never pushing past it, and so far Soarin loved every second of it.

Big Mac grunted and pulled back, Soarin giving a long moan of delight as he felt that hard flesh sliding against his insides, bigger than anything else he’d ever taken. After he made it most of the way out, Big Mac gave him a hard thrust, quickly sinking himself back inside and earning a cry of delight from Soarin, his inner walls yielding far more easily the second time.

“That’s more like it!” Soarin said, now rather red in the face. Even as Mac started to really move, rutting him at a steady pace with deep, powerful thrusts, Soarin managed to hold on to his composure. He looked down at Thunderlane, who was watching his face intently. “Lane, you wanna take a turn with Brae?”

His answer came in the form of Thunderlane tilting his head back, exposing his neck to Soarin as he straightened it out. Braeburn took the hint, moving back enough to gently slap Thunderlane’s nose with the head, leaving a splotch of precum. Thunderlane gave a throaty groan, Braeburn’s musk filling his nose and making him feel rather heady.

“Ya any good at deepthroatin’?” Braeburn asked, the need obvious in his voice.

“Do it,” Thunderlane said, panting heavily with a look of desire on his face. “Don’t stop unless I gag.” With that he opened his mouth wide, tongue dangling out.

Braeburn grunted and complied, pulling back to line himself up. The tip of his cock was still drooling precum, most of it falling straight into Thunderlane’s open mouth. Braeburn had no trouble at all easing himself into the willing orifice, closing his eyes and moaning as he felt that tight heat envelop him again. He pushed his hips forward, slowly working his cock further into Thunderlane’s eager muzzle.

Thunderlane took it like a champ, moaning happily around Braeburn’s warm, wet cock, the taste of cum and stallion flesh on his tongue as he lapped at it eagerly. Braeburn’s moans were music to his ears as he buried himself to the hilt in Thunderlane’s throat, his heavy ballsack resting against his nose.

He then felt Soarin’s moist breaths against his neck, just before he pressed his lips to it. He sucked and licked gently, feeling the slight bulge in his throat as Braeburn began to steadily thrust in and out. Soarin gave a low growl of approval as he felt his coltfriend’s throat expand and contract with each thrust from Braeburn, licking firmly as if hoping to add to Braeburn’s pleasure even through Thunderlane’s skin.

Thunderlane felt every inch of Braeburn’s cock as it slid smoothly in and out of his throat, the sheer size of it spreading his mouth wide open. The stallion would give him just enough time to breathe between every other thrust, holding the head in his mouth until Thunderlane gave him a lick, at which point he’d push himself back down into that warm, tight passage. His tongue was hard at work, squirming against the underside of the shaft as it entered his throat, then giving it long, firm licks when Braeburn pulled back. He would then suckle gently on the head until Braeburn pushed back inside, starting the pattern all over again.

Meanwhile, Soarin was getting the rutting of his life. He was gasping and moaning without shame, rocking back against Big Mac with every thrust, crying out in delight each time he took the entirety of that massive length. Mac was definitely a gifted top, having quite a talent for hitting that sweet spot inside Soarin with each thrust, sending a strong wave of pleasure straight to his cock. The thrusts were deep and hard, each one rocking Soarin forward, only for him to push back when Mac withdrew to meet him halfway when he bucked his hips again. He kept adjusting himself in an attempt to give Big Mac the best possible angle to use, anything to feel more of those amazing waves of ecstasy.

Big Mac, for his part, wore an expression of intense concentration. His eyes were closed and he was grunting and groaning steadily, focused entirely on rutting Soarin, relishing in each cry of delight he got from the pegasus. Soarin wasn’t really the submissive type, but his eagerness was an enormous turn-on for Mac. The feeling of that incredibly tight heat that enveloped his cock with each thrust was even better. Soarin’s inner walls milked at him each time, trying to coax his load out of him, and it wouldn’t be long before the stallion got his unspoken wish.

“H-hey—OH!—Brae,” Soarin said, grunting each time Mac thrust into him. He could feel the larger stallion’s cock throbbing and flexing inside him, and knew he was close to his climax.

“Y-yeah?” Braeburn asked, trying to stifle his own moans as he kept rutting Thunderlane’s throat. The black stallion was lapping and suckling at him eagerly, as if he couldn’t wait to taste his cum. He kept swallowing over and over, causing his throat to ripple around that hard length, an almost desperate effort to milk Braeburn for all he was worth.

“Pull out when you cum,” Soarin said between pants, a sultry look on his face. “Get us nice and messy!”

Thunderlane gave a muffled groan at the words. Soarin responded by rocking his hips, rubbing their cocks together again and earning himself an even louder moan from the pinned stallion.

“Will do,” Braeburn said. He’d been getting quite close to his orgasm already, but Soarin’s words pushed him along even faster. On top of that he could hear Big Mac’s grunts and sighs getting more frequent too, and he knew that Soarin was about to get a good filling any moment now.

Thunderlane didn’t pause for even a moment when Braeburn’s thrusting became more urgent, bucking his hips hard against Thunderlane’s face, feeling that building pressure inside him. Thunderlane’s eager swallows and licks coaxed him further along, and finally Braeburn clenched his eyes closed and cried out as his climax hit.

Thunderlane tensed, then moaned as he felt a warmth deep in his throat, Braeburn spraying his load straight down it. His mouth was then filled with the salty fluid as Braeburn yanked himself free. Soarin grinned and tilted his head, presenting his face and closing his eyes as he felt the first thick, sticky strands catch him squarely on the forehead, matting his fur and running down his cheeks and nose. Braeburn continued to stroke himself throughout his orgasm, and Soarin moaned quietly to himself as Braeburn painted his face and mane with spurt after spurt of his thick heavy spunk.

Once Soarin had a nice and sticky coating on his face, Braeburn shifted and aimed at Thunderlane instead. The black pegasus closed his eyes just in time to receive the rest of Braeburn’s gooey gift, feeling the hot spurts crisscross his muzzle and cheeks, the pearly strands prominent on his dark fur. He’d already swallowed his first mouthful of spunk, but he eagerly opened up again to catch the last of Braeburn’s load, shivering as he savored his decadent mouthful of the stallion’s lust.

Soarin kept his eyes closed, Braeburn’s cum heavy on his face. He stuck his tongue out, licking his lips, tasting it and giving a delighted little shiver. He could feel Big Mac’s thrusting getting harder and faster as well, a clear sign that he was about to give Soarin another dose then and there.

“Yeah, that’s it...” Soarin panted, voice low and sultry. “Go ahead… Fill me up nice and good.” He grinned as he felt Big Mac give him a few more thrusts, each harder than the last, then bite down hard on his shoulder as he slammed himself home one final time.

Soarin moaned shamelessly as he felt Big Mac pump his hot, sticky spunk inside him, humping and grinding against his rear all the while. He could feel each burst of the rich cum spilling across his depths, heavy and thick, flooding him with that fulfilling warmth. It didn’t take long for Big Mac to fill him to the brim, and Soarin felt the cum spurting out around the sides of his cock, leaking down to coat his balls and the sheets underneath.

Eventually, Big Mac’s orgasm came to an end and he let go of Soarin’s shoulder, panting for breath as he held himself inside, simply enjoying the warmth and the pleasing feeling of his cock swimming in his own spunk. Before Soarin could do anything else, he felt Thunderlane shift underneath him, then his warm, wet tongue lapping at his face, scooping up Braeburn’s cum. Soarin gave a happy sigh, enjoying the sensation of his coltfriend’s soft, velvety tongue licking him clean. Once his eyes were clear he opened them up, blinking as he looked down.

Thunderlane had pulled back and was giving Soarin a look of pure desire. His face was still coated in strands of Braeburn’s cum, and combined with his lustful expression it drove Soarin wild. With a sultry growl he moved in, fiercely licking Thunderlane’s face, tasting Braeburn’s salty gift as he licked his coltfriend clean in kind, the black stallion almost purring in delight.

Before he could swallow, Thunderlane caught him in another kiss, shoving his tongue past his lips. He realized that Thunderlane hadn’t swallowed yet either, and they moaned into each other’s mouths, tongues wrestling amidst their shared gathering of Braeburn’s warm spunk. They both loved making out, but knowing they were sharing another stallion’s cum made it all the better.

Eventually they broke apart, panting with desire as they looked into each other’s eyes. Strings of saliva and cum connected their lips still, but they paid it no mind. As if in silent agreement, they both swallowed their mouthfuls of cum, Braeburn and Big Mac both watching in awe and arousal as they did.

After a few more seconds of looking into Thunderlane’s eyes, Soarin glanced up at Braeburn. The golden stallion had sat back on his haunches, his cock softening between his hind legs, but he still looked quite flustered from seeing the two of them make out with a mouthful of his cum.

“Y'all… Y'all are somethin’ else,” he said at last.

Soarin gave a breathy laugh at that. “Yeah, you could say that.” He turned his head, giving Big Mac a sideways look. “I know you’re probably pretty cozy in there, but I’m kinda sore.”

Big Mac grunted, and he began to pull himself out of Soarin. Soarin shivered at the feeling, Big Mac’s warm spunk flowing out of his used hole as his cock came free, coated in his own fluids as the excess cum ran down Soarin’s balls.

“Damn,” Soarin said, giving his rear a shake. “You really filled me up.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said, sounding rather pleased with himself.

“He’s a healthy stallion, that’s for sure,” Braeburn chuckled. “Not too good for a quickie though, unless you wanna be walkin’ around with cum drippin’ out of ya all day.”

“I bet,” Soarin said. As much as he enjoyed the banter, there was something between his legs that still demanded attention, and that went for him and Thunderlane both.

Braeburn seemed to be thinking along similar lines. “Oh! Y'all still haven’t got off, have ya?” he asked.

“Sooner is better,” Thunderlane said, the need obvious in his voice. He was less composed than Soarin was, obviously quite worked up from both the blowjob and the frotting.

Braeburn had a blush on his cheeks, apparently embarrassed to ask his next question. “Right, well… Do y'all uh… Maybe wanna give me a good ruttin’? Spitroast?”

Soarin and Thunderlane looked at each other, and in perfect unison their faces split into grins. “Dibs on the back end!” Soarin said.

Braeburn looked more than a little giddy as he positioned himself in the middle of the bed, sticking his rump up in the air and lowering his front half. Soarin got up next, freeing Thunderlane to stand up and scoot over in front of Braeburn. Soarin leaned over and grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing out a generous amount and lubing himself up.

“You want it rough or gentle?” Soarin asked.

“R-rough,” Braeburn said, obviously getting worked up by the thought. “I always wanted to be at the middle of one o’ these, to tell ya the truth.”

Soarin chuckled. “Well, we’re happy to help.” He moved forward and reared up, gripping Braeburn firmly by his hips and walking himself forward until the head of his cock was prodding at his puckered entrance. At the same time, Thunderlane crouched over Braeburn’s other end, hooves on either side of his shoulders as he presented himself to the submissive little stallion.

“Now, I don’t know how close y'all are, and ya already made me cum once, so just pop whenever ya want to,” Braeburn said. He was squirming as he felt Soarin grinding his length between his cheeks, and the scent of musk from Thunderlane’s cock in his face was only adding further to his arousal.

Soarin didn’t say anything, but Thunderlane could tell by the look on his face that he had every intention of getting Braeburn off at least one more time. Soarin tightened his hold around Braeburn and started pushing forward, squeezing his aching, hard cock into Braeburn’s tight little hole. Thunderlane leaned forward at the same time, placing his hooves on Braeburn’s shoulders for support. He felt the stallion’s hot breaths against him moments before he felt that wet heat envelop the head.

Soarin and Thunderlane moaned in unison as they pushed their first couple of inches into Braeburn. Thunderlane was quick to take advantage of Braeburn’s throat, his cock sliding smoothly down his gullet, Braeburn moaning his encouragement all the while. Soarin was a little more careful, giving Braeburn time to adjust before pushing further inside. However, Braeburn didn’t seem to have any trouble with him at all, and Soarin managed to make it all the way inside him without so much as a grunt of discomfort from the stallion. Apparently, Soarin was easy compared to Big Mac.

Soarin took a moment to enjoy the feeling of that tight heat, Braeburn’s passage clenching around him needily. When his lust became too great to ignore he pulled back, then thrust back in, producing a loud schlick as his lubed-up cock slid against Braeburn’s inner walls. The resulting wave of ecstasy that Braeburn felt caused him to moan around the cock in his throat, the vibration in turn earning a moan from Thunderlane as well, who rocked his hips even harder in response.

Soarin and Thunderlane proceeded to match their pace, alternating their thrusts so that whenever one of them pulled out, the other was pushing in. At any given moment Braeburn was getting filled in one of his holes, and the sounds of his increasingly high-pitched moans were plenty of proof that he loved it. He seemed completely intent on outdoing Thunderlane and Soarin from earlier, sucking and lapping at Thunderlane’s cock with all the enthusiasm he could muster. Soarin was hard to beat, but Thunderlane had to admit that Braeburn knew how to give a good blowjob. At his other end he was bucking his hips, meeting each one of Soarin’s thrusts, and earning him pleased moans from the pegasus.

Thunderlane was so fixated on this that he was caught completely off guard when he felt a rather large weight settle in over him. He paused, letting Braeburn lick and suck at his cockhead as he looked up to see Big Mac straddling him. This was followed by the head of his cock, already hard again, pressing up against his tight entrance. It was massive, larger than Soarin’s, and Thunderlane bit his lip, doubting his ability to take it.

“Ya alright with this?” Big Mac asked, speaking directly into Thunderlane’s ear.

Still uncertain, Thunderlane looked forward, his eyes finding Soarin’s, and he saw the blue stallion give him a smirk. There was challenge in those eyes of his, and it made Thunderlane narrow his own eyes in response.

“Do it, Big Mac,” Thunderlane said. If Soarin could take Big Mac, so could he.

However, he started having second thoughts the moment Big Mac grunted in reply and started to actually penetrate him. He had to suppress a whimper as that head spread him wider than he’d ever gone before. He felt his hind legs giving out, his body instinctively shying away from Mac’s enormous size, but that resulted in him pushing his cock back down into Braeburn’s eager throat, exposing him fully to his eager licks and suckles.

However, his mind was immediately taken off that when Soarin took his face in his hooves, pulled him forward and kissed him again. At the same time Big Mac gave him a hard thrust, quickly sinking a few inches of his cock inside him. It was uncomfortable, faster than Thunderlane would have normally allowed, but the intensity and warmth of his kiss with Soarin, not to mention Braeburn so eagerly and and skillfully sucking him off, was more than enough to hold his attention.

His lips parted and Soarin shoved his tongue into his mouth, eagerly exploring what was by now familiar territory. Thunderlane offered only half-hearted resistance, his tongue wrestling with Soarin’s once again. He could still taste faint traces of Braeburn’s cum, but it didn’t bother him in the slightest. While he was focused on that, Big Mac managed to squeeze the remainder of his enormous cock inside him, his powerful, muscular hips resting against Thunderlane’s comparatively frail backside.

Big Mac didn’t wait long. Thunderlane shivered as he felt the stallion pull back, his flesh slipping and sliding against his insides, followed quickly by him hilting himself again. Thunderlane moaned loudly into Soarin’s mouth, which only seemed to spur the stallion on more, their tongues fiercely wrestling with one another.

As Big Mac took on a steady pace, Thunderlane started to rock his own hips again, thrusting his aching cock in and out of Braeburn’s mouth and throat. The submissive stallion appreciated this all too well, giving a happy little moan as he stepped up his efforts, his deft, velvety tongue dancing along the length, teasing his medial ring, swirling around the head, all while he suckled and swallowed as fast as he could.

Thunderlane quickly figured out a pace, alternating between thrusting into Braeburn’s mouth as Big Mac withdrew, then pulling back far enough to meet Big Mac’s next thrust, earning him a pleased groan from the massive stallion each time. The feeling of getting sucked off while at the same time being rutted by a rather gifted stallion was almost more than he could take. He was in a near-total daze between that and the hungry kiss he was still sharing with Soarin.

The four of them worked like a well-oiled machine. Each time Soarin gave Braeburn another firm thrust, both of them would moan in delight. The vibrations in Braeburn’s throat would cause Thunderlane to tense up and moan as well, which would in turn add to Big Mac’s pleasure and cause him to give another hard thrust, starting the cycle all over again. It was a wonderfully tight system, one that had all four of them quickly moving toward their climaxes.

Braeburn was the first. Soarin’s skill was such that Braeburn didn’t last long, especially not while living what was quite obviously a fantasy of his. He felt his cock jerk to life beneath him, crying out around Thunderlane’s cock as he came, soaking the sheets and his own belly with his spunk. The cries were enough to send Thunderlane over the edge as well, causing him to buck his hips hard, burying himself to the hilt inside Braeburn, pumping his hot sticky load straight down his throat.

Braeburn’s convulsions were too much for Soarin, and he followed soon after. He broke the kiss with Thunderlane to cry out freely, hilting himself inside the slutty stallion beneath him, pumping thick, hot spurts of his cum into that tight hole that he’d used as his own. Braeburn only moaned all the louder at that, and Soarin pumped his hips firmly throughout his climax, humping into Braeburn and ensuring that the stallion milked every last drop he could give.

Thunderlane was just coming down from his climax when he heard Big Mac give a decisive grunt. He then moaned softly as he felt the stallion hilt himself one final time, followed by the sticky, warm bursts of spunk inside him. It was probably less than what Soarin had gotten, but the feeling of that gooey filling was still quite satisfying. He held himself still, enjoying the sensations as Braeburn tiredly sucked the last few drops of cum out of him even as Mac pumped him full with the remainder of his load, all while Soarin watched them with a lustful gaze.

When Big Mac was finished he didn’t hesitate to pull out. Thunderlane shivered as Big Mac’s cock came free, the warm cum quickly spilling out of his used hole, dripping down to the mattress. The big red stallion then dismounted him, freeing him up to pull his softening length from Braeburn’s hungry mouth, a thin strand of cum connecting him to his lips for a brief moment until he pulled away.

Soarin moved back last, easing himself out of Braeburn, releasing a deluge of his own cum out of the thoroughly used stallion. Braeburn whimpered in delight as he felt that warm liquid leaking out of him, swishing his tail as Soarin sat back. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Braeburn’s legs to give out from under him, leaving him as a satisfied, exhausted heap of stallion.

Big Mac lay down next to him, pressing up against his back and wrapping his hooves around him. Braeburn snuggled up even closer, dwarfed by Mac’s size, but that only made it all the better for him. Soarin and Thunderlane watched, happy, exhausted smiles on their faces. They then made eye contact again, both looking content and satisfied. Deciding to follow their new friends’ example, they curled up together on the other side of the bed, Soarin pressing his belly to Thunderlane’s back and covering him with a wing.

“That was… That was somethin’ else,” Braeburn said. He sounded dazed, like he wasn’t sure if he was actually awake.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said.

“Yeah… That’s a way of putting it,” Soarin said. “What do you think, Lane?”

However, only the sound of quiet snores came as a reply, causing Soarin to chuckle and pull his coltfriend a little closer against him.

“Ya know, I think he’s got the right idea,” Braeburn said. “Mind if we sleep here tonight?”

Soarin winked at him. “Hell, you can sleep here the rest of the week if you want. That was fun.”

Braeburn snorted. “Might just have to take ya up on that, partner. What do you think, Mac?”

A brief pause, and another set of snores joined Thunderlane’s, causing Braeburn and Soarin to snicker to each other. However, Soarin had to admit that the idea of sleep was rather tempting, and he did feel his eyelids drooping. Despite being rather sticky and sweaty, the need to sleep won out and it wasn’t long before he and Braeburn joined their lovers.

Author's Notes:

Inb4 John The Dragon