It was another beautiful Summer day in Ponyville. Celestia's sun was shining with not a cloud in the sky. Colts and fillies from all over town had gathered inside the Schoolhouse's hallowed walls of knowledge, ready to invigorate their minds with lessons that would stay with them for the rest of their lives.

Yeah, right.

In reality, the students inside the Ponyville Schoolhouse were more interested in chatting with their friends about three things; What they were going to do after school, the latest gossip about their classmates, and the magical butt-marks plastered on their flanks.

Though, if anything, the group of youngsters were at least polite, and as their teacher walked into the room they turned towards her with wide smiles and happily proclaimed, “Good morning, Miss Cheerilee!”

Cheerilee smiled. This was what she lived for. “Good morning, everypony! I hope you brought your thinking caps, because today we’re going to learn about sex!”

A seemingly contagious blush broke out amongst the classmates, starting with the young crusaders up front who glanced at one another like they had just seen Big Macintosh getting it on with their teacher in the Apple-family barn. Again.

The winged one spoke up first. “Sex?”

Cheerilee nodded her head. “Mhmm. Specifically, the parts of the body a stallion uses to mate with his partner! In this case, how the nerves inside a stallion’s penis sends the sensation of pleasure up his nervous system and into his brain, where the feeling eventually causes him to ejaculate!”

Applebloom looked at her teacher like she had sprouted a second. “He does what now?”

Sweetie Belle, seated behind Scootaloo, wearily lifted a hoof into the air. “Umm, Miss Cheerilee? That sounds a bit over our heads…”

Scootaloo nodded. “Yeah! Why would we even need to know that stuff?”

Cheerilee grinned and pointed towards the large, anatomy-covered chalk-board beside her. “Oh, it’s very important! In fact, you’ll most likely end up using it tomorrow!”

Applebloom arched an eyebrow in disbelief. “Tomorrow? What for?”

Cheerilee could barely contain her excitement. This was what she really lived for. “Why, for participating in the…” She flipped the board over, revealing a well-drawn representation of a blindfolded stallion sitting back in a chair, cock and balls on full display. “Applewood Fellati-thon!”

Everypony in the room gasped in excitement, and as the realization that they would be participating in the greatest, most prestigious fellatio-based event Equestria had ever seen seeped into their young minds they erupted into unanimous applause.

Snails sighed in relief and wiped the sudden buildup of sweat from his brow. “Phew… For a second I thought we were gonna have to, you know, learn stuff…” He grimaced at the thought.

Scootaloo was practically jumping out of her seat in excitement at the prospect of her first Fellati-thon. “We get to race in the Applewood Fellati-thon tommorow!?” She pumped her hooves into the air. “That’s so cool!”

Applebloom smiled at her friend’s infectious enthusiasm. “Mah family’s talked about it for years, and now I’m finally old enough to race!”

Tapping the chalkboard to get everypony’s attention, Cheerilee grinned and, with barely contained mirth, said, “Now hold on to your horseshoes, everypony. You’ve got a lot to learn before you're ready to race!”

Snips worryingly lifted a hoof into the air. “Yeah, but… Not like school learning, right?”

Cheerilee rolled her eyes. “No, the school board made sure of that…” She shook her head at the loss of a good ‘stress relieving session’ for herself and smiled. “Instead, each of you need to pick an older pony to teach you about the race. But choose wisely, because they’ll also be helping you during the competition.”

Scootaloo tapped her chin in thought. “Hmm… I think I know just the pony to ask!”

Sweetie Belle smiled. “Me too!”

Applebloom finished the trifecta by excitedly exclaiming, “Me three!”

Cheerilee, walking behind her desk with a noticeable sway to her hips, turned towards her students and lifted a case into the air. “Just remember everypony, you must be able to finish the race if you want to win one of the awards!” She opened the small, wooden box, revealing three shiny, blue ribbons with a somewhat penis-shaped number one painted on their faces. “Fastest, for winning the race, naturally; Most Traditional, for the best use of a traditional Applewood technique; And Most Creative, for the pony who uses the most flair.”

Applebloom’s eyes widened at the sight. “Oh-wee… Those ribbons are the bee’s knees!”

The rest of the class nodded in agreement, and seeing as most of them were ready to start, Cheerilee opened the door and waved for them to leave. “Alright then, class! You got a lot to learn if you want to win a ribbon, so get out there and find somepony to help!”

Like a stampede of snake-frightened cows the young ponies rushed out of the schoolhouse, leaving Cheerilee all alone in the doorway with a wide smile on her face. 'Ah, to be a filly looking forward to her first Fellati-thon again...' Her smirk grew devilish as she closed the door and walked back towards her desk, and as she sat down she glanced at the large, red stallion curled up in the opening beneath it and chuckled. “Okay, Mac, it’s all clear.”

With a groan the stallion extricated himself from the tight space underneath her desk, and as he stretched out his weary muscles to the tune of a crack from his back she saw the thick, red club of his cock teasingly swaying back and forth in the air between his legs, already fully erect.

Their eyes met, and with matching smirks they leaned forward and embraced in a kiss. Cheerilee was the one to break it off, if only to get another peek at the throbbing shaft between her coltfriend’s legs. Once again she met his eyes with her own, and with a feisty lick of her lips she nodded her head towards her desk and said, “Ready for your lesson, Mister Macintosh?”

Big Mac nodded his head. “Eeyup.”

And then they had sex.

The stage was set.

Out by Sweet Apple Acres, in the wide open fields of Applewood, a congregation of ponies from all over town had formed in the warm, summer air for the always exciting Fellati-thon. Rows upon rows of lounge chairs had been lined up in the center of the field, each three deep with a small, checkered line painted on the grass at the end. Large, bleacher-like seats had been placed around them, giving the sizable crowd ample places to sit for the upcoming show. The scene was completed by multicolored banners that hung haphazardly from poles at each back corner of the bleachers, creating a festive atmosphere that had ponies buzzing amongst themselves as they waited for the spectacle to begin.

Cheerilee closed her eyes and inhaled a lungful of fresh Ponyville air, ending it with a satisfied sigh as she scanned the festivities around her. Once again she had done an immaculate job of setting everything up, even with the lower half of her body sore from her ‘meeting’ with Big Macintosh in the schoolhouse. She grinned as the stallion in question stepped up beside her, his coarse fur brushing against her own as they embraced in the afternoon sun.

Cheerilee looked towards her coltfriend and nudged him in the side. “You ready for this?”

Big Mac only smiled and nodded his head, and without a single spoken word he walked to the rows of chairs and took his seat. Already she could see his erection bobbing around between his legs, and as he picked up a strip of cloth from the arm of the chair and blindfolded himself with it she grinned.

It was time.

Applebloom’s ears perked up as she heard an air-horn loudly blowing in the distance, and with a face-splitting grin she glanced towards her two friends and hastened her steps up the hill. “C’mon! It’s about to start!”

Sweetie Belle smiled at her friend’s infectious attitude. “Oh, I’m SO excited! I’ve been reading book after book on traditional oral techniques and I can’t wait to try them out!”

Scootaloo walked beside her horny, in more ways than one, friend and playfully nudged her in the side. “Yeah, you stick with all that traditional stuff. I’M going to amaze the judges with things they’ve never seen before!”

Applebloom excitedly jumped into air, causing the red bow in her hair to bobble around for a moment before falling still. “Yeah! And I’ve been practicing on some of mah family’s produce to go as fast as I can! Ah’m sure ah’ll be the fastest pony there!”

Sweetie nodded, though as the three fillies crested the hill her eyes grew to twice their normal size as she saw the festival spread out before her like a traveling carnival. “Whooooaaa… Look! It’s so pretty!” She glanced over to where a large, white banner with the words “START” painted in red on it hung over a small mob of fillies and colts, and as she saw Cheerilee talking to the group of school-ponies she tapped Applebloom in the side and pointed. “Look, over there! They’re starting!”

Applebloom gasped. “Oh! Well, come on, girls! Let’s get down there!”

With that, the three crusaders charged down the hill and joined the rest of their classmates by the starting line. It seemed that, luckily, they had not missed much from Cheerilee’s lecture, and as the grown mare passed she gave them a playful wink and continued.

“Now then, students. The rules of the Fellati-thon are pretty simple. Each pair of ponies will have three stallions to bring to orgasm one at a time using nothing but their hooves and mouths. Before moving on, you must make sure to swallow the stallion’s load; If you miss enough, you will be disqualified. Judges will be scoring each team on how traditional or on how creative they are at performing fellatio. The team that finishes off their three stallions first will win the medal for being the fastest. Other than that, just go out there and have fun!” The mare ended her speech by nodding her head towards the group of grown-ups behind her. “Now, go find the pony you paired up with. They’ll have already been told which row of stallions to go to, so go ahead and line up and wait for me to start the race. Good luck!”

With that, Cheerilee nodded and walked around the clearing to stand by the finish line. Now that she had a chance to look at her, Applebloom noticed that her teacher was wearing a rather tight-fitting cheerleader uniform, one that didn’t obscure much at all as she saw the mare’s glistening lips each time the breeze pushed her tail to the side. For some reason most of the fur back there had been matted with some white, sticky looking substance, but before she could dwell on it she shook her head and quickly made her way towards the group of grown-ups to find her older sister.

“Applejack? Aaaapplejaaack? Where are- oh. There you are!”

Applejack turned and smiled at her younger sibling. “Ah, Applebloom! Where have yah been? Rares, Rainbow and I got a little worried that the three of ya’ll were gonna miss the ‘thon!”

Applebloom glanced past her sister and saw both other grown mares standing behind her. Sweetie Belle had also paired with her older sibling, both white unicorns standing next to each other as they anxiously awaited the start of the Fellati-thon. Scootaloo had, of course, gone straight to Rainbow for help, and the prismatically-maned pegasus currently had her mouth wide open to show her younger protege her impeccable oral technique.

“Sorry, sis.” The apple-filly sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. “Me and the girls were just crammin’ in some last minute studying. I really want to be the fastest this year!”

Applejack scoffed and waved her off with a hoof. “Pff, fastest-schmastest. I thought we covered this! Tradition’s all that counts, and who knows traditional oral techniques than Apples? Nopony, that’s who! So, are you an Apple, or are you an Apple?”

Applebloom winced. “Ah’m an Apple, but…”

Applejack waved her off again. “No buts, missy. Not unless it’s our own gettin’ to that startin’ line. Now, let’s get a move on!”

Applebloom sighed and rolled her eyes. “Well, alright…”

The pair of Apple-sisters made their way towards the center of the field, passing numerous other pairs gathering around the rows of chairs on a quest to find their designated row. Applebloom, however, had her eyes constantly scanning the field of stallions before her, genuinely curious about who her friends had been paired up with.

Rarity and Sweetie Belle had seemingly already made it to their row, which consisted of Diamond Tiara’s father, Filthy Rich, a blue stallion who she think she remembered was called Noteworthy, and a stallion with large sideburns that she hadn’t seen before. Each had settled into their chairs, which leaned back to put their already rigid stallionhoods on display for anypony to look at as they walked by. The last stallion, whose shaft was framed by hair eerily similar to what was on his face, was currently having a conversation with Spike, who seemed to be begging for them to switch rows.

Applebloom giggled at the scene. “Heh, Spike really wants to get in Rarity’s group, huh?” She turned towards her sister, who was currently leading them farther and farther down the rows. “Say, uh, sis? What row are we on?”

The older Apple glanced over her shoulder at the younger with a smile. “Eager, ain’t ya? Actually, this is ours right here!”

The pair came to a stop, and Applebloom excitedly glanced past her sister to see who their designated stallions were. First up was Mr. Cake, who was currently talking to his wife as she lovingly rubbed the fat, brown cock between his legs to keep him fully erect. Not that it seemed he needed it, but Applebloom was thankful that the mare was keeping him primed and ready for the competition.

She nodded her head. ‘Good, that should make things go quicker with him…’

Past the married couple was the somewhat shocking sight of Cranky Doodle Donkey, who appeared to be the only non-pony other than Spike in the competition. Age had added a little bit extra sag to the well-rounded testicles that hung off the edge of his chair, but his rock-hard shaft seemed to have shaken the effects of time with ease as it proudly curved up into the air. With how slow his breathing appeared to be and his eyes being closed, however, she wasn’t even sure if he was still awake for the competition!

She winced. ‘Hmm… That could be a problem…’

Last but not least was a surprisingly familiar face. “Hey, sis! Look! It’s cousin Caramel!”

Applejack, who had been practicing her head-bobbing motions in the air, glanced up and smiled as she saw the light yellow stallion sitting at the end of her row. “Well ah’ll be! Ain’t that somethin’! You know, when ah was a bit younger, me and ‘Mel used to always go into the barn and-”

The loud blare of an air-horn silenced the elder Apple-mare, and as the sisters turned towards the source they saw Cheerilee waving her pom-poms in the air at the finish line. “Alright fillies and gentlecolts! It’s time for the Fellati-thon to begin!” An excited murmur spread through the crowd, and after every pair of ponies lined up at the start and the stallions took their receptive seats she lifted the air-horn in the air and yelled,

“Ready…”

Applebloom glanced at her sister, who confidently nodded her head and licked her lips in anticipation.

“Set…”

She turned down the line and saw Rainbow and Scootaloo crouched in a pegasus take-off stance, both ready to launch at a moment's notice.

“Go!”

Applebloom ran as fast as her little legs could take her across the field, only stopping once she had made it between Carrot Cake’s legs so she could check out what she was working with. Her eyes widened as she got her first good look at a stallion’s crotch. In a word, large. The married stallion’s shaft had numerous veins bulging out across its surface, and the entire thing throbbed each time a breeze wafted between his legs. Beneath that was his balls, two well-rounded orbs that sat in a large, stretched out sack weighed down with his seed. Her mouth watered as she watched them tantalizingly sway in the air and, recalling what she had read in her anatomy books, opened her mouth as wide as it could go and leaned in to engulf his musky spheres-

“Whoa there, filly!”

Applebloom was pulled away from her double-heaping of stallion balls by a hoof against her chest, and as she looked and saw Applejack standing with a frown on her face she gave her sister the quintessential “What in the hay?” look. “What?”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “You can’t just dive right in… That ain’t traditional!” Forcefully nudging the filly aside, she knelt down between Mr. Cakes legs and brushed a piece of hair from her face. “You gotta start with ya hooves! Build him up a little…”

Applebloom watched as Applejack wrapped her hoof around the stallion’s cock and began slowly rubbing it from base to tip. Each time she reached the bottom she would give it a gentle squeeze, forcing a gasp from the blindfolded stallion’s lungs that stoked the fire between the fillies legs. After around a dozen or so pumps, however, her impatience got the better of her and she tapped her sister on the shoulder.

“Applejaaack, c’mon! We need to hurry up if we’re going to win!”

With one last stroke that ended with a circle around Mr. Cake’s flare, Applejack turned towards her sister and shook her head. “Hurry up? You can’t just hurry these things up!” She wrapped both her hooves around the base of his shaft and lined it up with her face. “Ya need to take it nice and slow! The bigger the build up, the bigger the climax, ya see?”

Applebloom groaned, and as her older sister began to engulf Carrot’s carrot she looked around to see how her friends were fairing. The first she saw was Sweetie Belle between Filthy Rich’s legs, whom Rarity was leading through an almost dance-like routine where the sisters were in perfect symmetry with each other. When the fashionista leaned down to suck one of the stallion’s balls into her mouth the filly would do the same to the other, and it appeared as though Rarity would count her little sister down before they released their cum-laden orb back into the air. From there they would make a trail of dainty little licks up the side of his shaft, one holding the grace and poise of a mare as the other wantonly stared into the distance.

It took a moment to find her winged friend, but there was no mistaking the bobbing, rainbow-colored mare of Scootaloo’s idol a few rows behind. Applebloom’s eyes widened as she saw the pair of pegasi had already finished off their first stallion, apparently making quick work of Bulk Biceps whose head had lolled back into the chair. Seeing how fast Rainbow was shoving herself up and down on Thunderlane’s jet-black cock, their current stallion, it wouldn’t be long before they would be finished with their second one, too. Her eyes met with Scootaloo’s, who seemed to have been forgotten behind Rainbow as the mare gargled on her fellow pegasi’s shaft, and silently shared the filly’s sadness over how everything was proceeding.

A near silent gargle brought her attention back between Mr. Cake’s legs, where her sister had just pulled her lips from his shaft and now pointed the spit-slickened shaft towards her face. “Alrighty, ‘Bloom. Got him all lubed up for yah!”

Applebloom’s face brightened. “Really!? Oh oh oh, I know just what to do!”

With Applejack’s help, Applebloom lined the thick head of Carrot’s cock up with her lips and, after a nod of encouragement from her sister, she opened her mouth as wide as it could go and began pushing herself down his shaft. Even with the sister-provided lubrication the stallionhood’s girth was nearly too much for her to handle, but after a moment to get used to the older pony’s impressive size she found herself taking half of his length with relative ease.

The salty taste of stallion cock assaulted her tastebuds for the first time in her life, and she moved her tongue around even with her mouth crammed full of dick-meat to get more of it. The baker’s penis was heavy against her tongue, and when it bumped into the back of her throat she felt it flex against the roof of her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed as she built herself into a rhythm, and, feeling like she should be doing something with her hooves, she reached up between his legs to fondle his balls-

Mr. Cake’s mouth-wateringly tasty treat was suddenly ripped from her mouth as something pulled her head away from his lap, the sadness of being denied her new favorite toy nearly bringing tears to her eyes. Instead, all she felt was anger as she looked at her sister and saw the older mare disappointingly shaking her head back and forth.

“Tsk tsk, Applebloom… You can’t fondle a stallion’s balls! Do you think that’s what our ancestors did back in the day? Tch, I swear, youngins and their porn nowadays…”

With that, Applejack retook control and quickly took Mr. Cake’s shaft back into her mouth, leaving Applebloom standing there, dumbfounded. “But.. wha…?”

The young filly almost felt like screaming out in frustration, but seeing as Applejack wasn’t going to let her have another turn for the time being she sighed and decided to just watch her other friends compete.

To say that Scootaloo was bored was an understatement. It wasn’t like she wasn’t impressed at how ‘for it’ Rainbow was currently going on Thunderlane’s junk; hay, just seeing the outline of the pegasus’s meaty cock going up and down the smaller mare’s throat was enough to wow her. It was just that, since the Fellati-thon had started, she litterly hadn’t had a single shot at showing off all the different ways she read on how to suck a cock!

Which made reading ‘101 Ways to Suck a Cock’ seem like a waste in hind-sight.

“Hey, uh… Rainbow?”

The cerulean pegasus pushed herself to the base of Thunerlane’s shaft, much to the stallion’s delight, and after holding herself there and lapping at his massive testicles past the slab of shaft holding her jaw open for a few seconds she pulled away with a lewd slurp. “Yeah, Scoots?”

It took a moment for Scootaloo to respond, the young filly too absorbed in watching the glistening obelisk of onyx between the stallion’s legs throb in the summer wind. “Uhhh… Oh! Uhm... “ She sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. “When’s it my turn?”

Rainbow tapped her chin in thought. “Hmm…” She stood up and turned a full 360-degrees, as if she looking for something in particular. “We do have a pretty good lead…” She smiled and patted Scootaloo on the back. “Sure! Go ahead, Scoots! I’ll give you a little bit of time with ‘im.”

Scootaloo beamed up at her idol. “Thanks, Rainbow!”

Rainbow smiled right back. “No problem, Squirt.” She gave the filly a sudden shove, nearly sending the young pegasus head first into the pillowy mounds of Thunderlane’s balls. “Hurry it up, though. I don’t want to lose.”

Scootaloo was going to ask about Rainbow’s strange obsession with winning the race, but as soon as she took in a lungful of Thunderlane’s heady musk straight from the source she felt her mind go blank. A shiver raced up her spine as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and by the time she took a second breath of ball-scent her mouth had already opened to accept them into her maw.

Which was as far as she got before Rainbow pulled her away. “Scoots! What in the hay are you doing! You gotta go for his cock!”

Scootaloo frowned. “But, from what I read, some stallions really like it if you pay attention to their testicles!”

Rainbow waved her off. “Pff… You can’t learn a good blowjob from a book! Now c’mon, let me handle this!”

Scootaloo’s eyes widened as Rainbow reached out to take Thunerlane’s shaft away, and with a feral-like growl she pulled it against her chest. “Hey, it’s my turn!”

Rainbow returned the growl. “Squirt… You are not going to cost me this competition! Give me that cock!”

Scootaloo shook her head. “No!”

Rainbow nodded her head. “Yes!”

Scootaloo shook her head again. “No!”

Rainbow scowled. “That’s it, I’m-”

And that’s when Rainbow made a grave mistake, for as she reached out with a wing to pry apart Thunderlane’s cock from Scootaloo’s hooves she committed the worst error in Fellati-thon history.

She hit him right in the balls. Hard.

A nano-second of silence passed between the three ponies, and before Rainbow even realized the error of her ways Thunderlane had already launched up into the air and, with a loud, bellowing voice, yelled out, “MY BALLS!”

Then, like a series of domino’s crashing into each other, the entire Fellati-thon began to fall apart. Ponies across the field, startled by the sudden shout, choked on the cocks in their mouths and quickly pulled away to catch their breath. Some bumped into the chairs behind them, sending the stallions seated on them careening forward into whatever unsuspecting pony was trying to blow them off. Other’s pulled away just as the stallion they were servicing reached his climax, causing them to be bathed in a thick, gooey stallion-goo shower that coated their faces white with seed.

All across the Applewood fields did the carnage spread, and before anypony really knew what was happening the entire Fellati-thon had been reduced to shambles.

Cranky Doodle, still waiting for Applejack to finish off Mr. Cake, grumbled underneath his breath. “Damn kids…”

Spike, who had successfully convinced the side-burned stallion Ace to switch seats with him, looked at the devastation around him and, after falling to his knees, yelled his displeasure to the heavens. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Rainbow, starting to panic as she saw her victory slip from her grasp, grabbed Thunderlane by the tail and flung him back into his chair. Before he had even landed she began to frantically beat him off with both of her wings, looking around like a mad-mare . “It still counts as a win if I just jack him off, right?”

That was the last straw for the crusaders.

Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, all gathered at the edge of the crowd, shook with rage and, in a surge of anger, yelled out, “WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BLOW THEM OFF!”

Most ponies in the crowd turned towards the sudden proclamation, and after questioningly glancing at each other Rarity, Rainbow and Applejack shrugged and said, “Oh, yeah…” Cheerilee walked up behind the crusaders with a frown plastered across her lips, and after nervously chuckling to break the mood Rainbow sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. “Heh heh… Uhm, how do you feel about a… do-over?”

Cheerilee smiled. This was what she lived for. “I think that’s a wonderful idea! But, maybe the older ponies should sit this one out…”

Applejack, Rarity and Rainbow each sat back in their chairs, watching as their little sisters gave blowjobs to various blindfolded stallions. Their comfortable silence was broken as Applejack turned and gave her friends a happy-looking smile. “Yup, ah am sure glad Miss Cheerilee agreed to run the Fellati-thon over again.”

The two other mares nodded in agreement, and as silence fell over the group they watched the proceedings with rapt attention. Applebloom, in a blur of yellows and red, was bouncing her head up and down in Caramel's lap like a mad mare in her quest to finish first. With the way the stallion had both his hooves on the back of her head and his hips lifted each time to meet her lips, it seemed she wasn't far from achieving that goal. Sweetie Belle, on the other hand, was bobbing back and forth on Spike's dragonhood as slowly as she could go. Applejack had to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye as she watched her friend's little sister perform the perfect traditional Applewood blowjob, complete with eye contact and zero use of her hooves at all. It didn't seem as though Spike minded the pace, and with his head leaned back and his eyes closed he seemed dug in for a long afternoon of filly-induced pleasure.

Rainbow broke the silence with a loud cheer for Scootaloo as the young filly used both her smaller wings to cradle Big Macintosh’s balls even as she daintily sipped at the massive head of his pre-leaking cock. After sheepishly rubbing the back of her head, Rainbow coughed into her hoof and continued the conversation. “And it’s probably best keeping all the grown-ups on the sidelines." She frowned as Scootaloo flipped onto her back and swallowed Mac's cock into her throat, creating a bulge in her fur that was easily seen even from the bleachers were they sat. "But, what are we supposed to do now?”

Rarity scratched her chin in thought. “I think I have an idea…” She smirked. “Wanna go cart racing?”

Rainbow and Applejack glanced at each other for a moment, but soon they smiled and excitedly nodded their heads. “Yeah! Sounds awesome!”

The three ponies began walking away from the Fellati-thon, already talking about how exciting their cart race was going to be even as three fillies brought three different stallions to the hardest climaxes of their lives.

Author's Notes:

Took a little too much time on the intro, but hey: there's always next year's Fellati-thon!