“Any questions?” Dusk asked the assembled room once he’d finished his lecture.

He gently thumbed the worn-down chalk he’d been using to draw on the chalkboard, the lecture hall of the college being packed full of aspiring unicorn mages and magic-workers, eager to hone their craft with the teachings of a master like him. His eyes locked onto a hand as it shot into the air, a smile on her lips as he gestured to the mare in green that raised it.

“Mr Shine, you mentioned one of the major breaks in proving your theory about geothermal energy being a reliable method of recharging power crystals,” she said in a clear, confident tone. “But I’m curious as to how you managed to gain access to the depths of the dragon lands not under the control of Ember. In all the research I’ve done on the sovereign dragon clans, they’re painted as extremely hostile and don’t deal with anyone besides themselves. How did you convince them to let you in?”

“Basic diplomatic protocols demanded specific actions, which were taken over the course of the meeting to ensure that their trade requests were met and fulfilled,” Dusk shrugged, stuffing his free hand into the pocket of his suit pants and pacing as he spoke. “Once inside the dragon lands, I was then constantly at ends with the male dragons inside who would often try to flaunt their size or position in the social hierarchy about. It was funny at first, then it started getting annoying.”

“What did you do?” asked another voice from across the room.

“Dragons often wrestle for dominance, and obviously being the macho-pillar of masculinity that I am,” Dusk said, gesturing to his short stature and effeminate appearance. “I easily defeated all of them in unarmed combat and placed myself as the new leader of the sovereign dragons in the far west of the Dragon Lands.”

He came to a stop with a smirk on his lips, lost in his memories for a brief moment, before turning to the audience once again and addressing them all.

“I’m not making that up, by the way,” he stated with a casual point and a smirk. “I’m king of a rebellious nature. It’s quite an easy gig, really. They send me gifts all the time. Mostly rocks, to be honest, but the thought is always appreciated.”

This got a chuckle from the audience.

Another hand shot up from the audience, a familiar white, pink, and purple mare with gorgeous eyes and a burning question.

“Mr Shine,” Sweetie Belle said after clearing her throat. “I’ve read through your Intermediate Guide to Enchanting, and in one of the later chapters, you seem to contradict yourself in it.”

“Is it the first edition or second of the book?” Dusk asked, cocking his head slightly as he looked at the eager mare.

“First. I bought it the day it was released,” she answered.

“I’m guessing the section you’re referring to is chapter thirty-two, about the proper method of disposing of broken gems that are still charged, right?” he asked.

“Yes, you say that you should never attempt to drain them due to how volatile they become when damaged, but then go on to talk about repairing damaged crystals that you’ve drained yourself,” Sweetie nodded.

“That’s a printing error that was fixed with the second edition,” Dusk said, knowing exactly what she was referring to as he sat on the desk he kept his papers on. “There was a heavy screw up at the printing presses for the first three thousand copies in which the plates for the last page and a half before that explanation weren’t used, so the book is missing the segue where I talk about gems that you’ve drained that are then damaged in either storage, transport, or an accident.”

He cast his eyes over his desk, noting several blank pieces of paper on them next to a fountain pen. He leaned over and picked two sheets and the pen up, resting them on his legs before he raised his own hand slightly.

“Stick your hand up if you own the first edition of that book,” he said to the audience.

Around forty or fifty of the two hundred hands in the room went up, and Dusk hopped to his feet as he made his way over to the far end of the seats in the hall.

“I want you to write your name down on this paper and what your dorm number is if you have the first edition of the book,” Dusk instructed, handing it to a stallion with a baseball cap on. “I’m gonna collect it when the lecture’s over and send it off to the printing company to the second edition mailed to you guys. My treat.”

There were more excited murmurs and surprised whispers between the students as they wondered if he were genuinely serious. Dusk stood at the front of the audience for a while, twirling the piece of chalk he held around in his fingers. Once done and dusted, the paper was handed back to him. He folded it over as he made his way back to his desk, hands on his hips as he looked around the room.

“Anymore questions?” he asked, eyes scanning the scene for any sign of a raised hand.

No hands went up and Dusk nodded in understanding. Part of him was a bit disappointed that he didn’t get to rabbit on any longer, but another part of him understood that this had been a three hour lecture that started at ten in the morning. The students were probably hungry, thirsty, and dying for a bathroom break, and keeping them any longer probably violated some kind of basic right for them.

“Alright, then,” he said with a loud clap of his hands. “We’ll wrap it up for today. I wanna thank each and every one of you for attending my madman’s rambling sessions, and hoped that you’ve either learned something or now have a funny story to tell your friends about the purple idiot who wasted three hours of your time. You can all pack up and go.”

There was the usual sound of grinding chairs, bags zipping and unzipping, pencil case rattling, and conversation between friends breaking out. Dusk turned his back on the audience and moved back to his own desk. He started rooting through his papers, splitting the stacks down and refiling them all back into their proper order. He grabbed the folders he’d stuck in the drawer beforehand and filled them back up, feeling the familiar and hefty weight of all of his case notes, hypothesis, and theses that he’d written during his education with Celestia.

The students that made there way out of the room shouted, called, and waved goodbye to the guest lecturer, leaving the svelte stallion all by himself to tidy up once again. Or, at least he thought he was alone, before a familiar voice spoke up behind him.

“Nice lecture, teach,” Sweetie chuckled.

“Thanks, kid,” Dusk said, turning around and standing up straight, dusting off the front of his sweater before looking at Sweetie.

She certainly had changed in these last few years. She’d grown over a foot, filled out in all the places a mare could want to, and had grown her mane out to a long, luscious length that reached the small of her back. She flicked a stray strand over her ear and clutched her books against her chest, clearing her throat quietly before speaking.

“You busy for the rest of the day?” she asked in a sweet tone.

“Nah, not really,” Dusk said, crossing his arms and leaning back against the desk. “I tend to clear my entire day when I have things like this booked. I like to go on for a lot longer than anyone likes to hear me, so trying to keep to a tight schedule on a lecture day just doesn’t work.”

“Well, it was all interesting,” she said with a smile. “You can trust me on that.”

“Thanks, Sweetie,” Dusk grinned, eyes glancing at the books gripped tightly to her chest and noticing a few choices he wasn’t expecting. “You’re majoring in robotics?”

“Minoring, but yeah,” she said with an absent shrug of her shoulders. “Was never really into it all that much as a kid, but… I dunno. I just woke up one day and felt like learning about them. They’re pretty damn interesting, if I’m honest. You know much about it?”

“More than I’d expect myself to but woefully less than I’d like to,” Dusk sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking off into nowhere briefly. “Though, to be fair, I’d like to know everything about everything.”

“I can give you a crash course, if you want?” Sweetie suggested, moving to the desk and sitting down on it next to the slightly-taller stallion. “I’m free for the rest of the day, and I was planning on inviting you back to the dorm.”

“Really?” Dusk asked, cocking an eyebrow with a smirk on his face. “And what makes you think I’d be in the mood to get in an enormous amount of trouble following a little filly back to her bedroom?”

“Okay, a few things; first off, I’m eighteen, not seven. Secondly, you’re two years older than I am,” Sweetie chuckled, gently thwacking Dusk on the arm. “I’ve had people older than you in my dorm before and the college has never kicked off about it. We’re all adults, here.”

“And what exactly would we be doing in your dorm room?” Dusk questioned, feeling a rather large spike in sexual tension between the two of them.

“Oh, y’know…” Sweetie purred, her fingers gently walking up Dusk’s leg before squeezing his thick thigh extremely close to his crotch. “Adult things.”

“Like filing taxes and applying for loans?” Dusk joked.

“All night long, sugar,” Sweetie nodded, a seductive, fiery glint in her eye as she took her teasing touch away from the guest lecturer’s leg.

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Sweetie booted the door to the mini-fridge in the dorm closed, cracking the soda can in her hand open and sipping from it. She placed her hand against Dusk’s chest and roughly shoved him up against the wall. Her curved, smooth body was soon squashed up against Dusk’s, his strong purple fingers groping Sweetie’s delicious ass as she continued to drink from her can.

With a loud, satisfied sigh, she removed the can from her lips and placed them against Dusk’s. Her natural, sugary-sweet taste was heightened even further by the syrupy, sugar-laden soda taste still lingering in her mouth. The two rubbed tongues briefly, allowing the other to get a real, genuine taste of the delicious flavour they possessed.

Dusk peeled Sweetie’s leggings down over her rear, groping the bear flesh of her alabaster ass as he continued to tongue her maw. She moaned quietly, wrapping her arms around the older stallion’s neck and tightly squeezing his body against hers.

“You know you were my first major crush, right?” she giggled, leaning back against his embrace and staring into his eyes. “Like, the first real guy I ever wanted to fuck?”

“Really?” Dusk chuckled. “Well, doesn’t that make me feel special?”

“It should. I’ve been told I’m quite a treat in bed,” Sweetie nodded, gently pecking his lips again and moaning as he continued to squeeze her ass.

He spread her cheeks wide, fingers digging into the supple, soft flesh, the tips of his purple digits teasing the holes between her cheeks that were still covered by her panties.

“Fuck, you and Rarity really did get lucky with these asses, didn’t you?” Dusk smirked, lightly slapping Sweetie’s ass and making it jiggle arousingly.

“Mhm, very lucky,” Sweetie said in a playful tone. “Almost as lucky as the pervy stallion that’s getting to grope it… and who told you it was okay to talk about the other girls you’ve fucked in front of your new flame?”

“New flame?” Dusk laughed. “Is that what you are now?”

“I can be other things, if you want?” Sweetie sniggered, swaying her broad hips side to side as she teased the older stallion. “I’ll be your little groupie slut, if you want? Or maybe you want a classy mare that’s elogant and sophisticated in public, but is nothing more than a greedy little slut behind doors.”

“Sounds great, but I already have one of those,” Dusk joked with a playful smile, spinning Sweetie around and pinning her up against the wall, kissing and suckling her soft neck and getting a good whiff of her perfume.

“And who’d that be?” she asked. “It’s Rarity, isn’t it?”

“You’re such a clever little minx,” Dusk said, lashing his tongue over her neck as his fingers dug into her panties, gently rubbing the rapidly-wetting lower lips of her tight little cunt.

“Uhn… getting a bit ahead of ourselves, are we?” she asked, gently and playfully shoving him back and causing him to stumble away from her. “You don’t wanna crack open a soda and eat something first? So eager to jump to the good stuff that you’ve got no time for a little conversation?”

“Eh, I suppose it couldn’t hurt,” Dusk shrugged, kissing Sweetie once more before gently moving away from her.

It was as he was making his way to the mini-fridge that the door to the dorm room opened up, revealing a familiar pair of mares, one of orange and purple, and the other or yellow and red, holding grocery bags and their own drink cans. They came to a stop, glancing between Sweetie, still having her leggings pulled down over her ass, and Dusk, a stallion with a rather visible bulge in his pants.

A silence hung in the air for a long moment, Scootaloo caught rather off-guard by the whole ordeal, but Apple Bloom stuck her head around the orange pegasus and broke the silence.

“Ya’ll fuckin’?” she asked in her usual drawl, only with an added layer of lust to it.

“Planning on it,” Sweetie nodded, pulling her leggings back up and sipping from her drink.

“Ya’ll, uh… mind if I join in?” Apple Bloom asked, sipping from her drink as she looked between the two of them.

“Me too!” Scootaloo exclaimed, nodding giddily at the concept.

“You want me to fuck all three of you?” he asked, cocking an eye in confusion.

“If you got the stones for it,” the red-maned mare shrugged, waltzing over to Dusk with a sauntering sway of her wide hips and grabbing hold of the bulge in his pants. “Oh, fuck… feels like you got stones and then some, partner.”

“Wanna see?” Dusk questioned, narrowing his eyes and smirking at her.

“You know it, sugah,” she giggled. “Whack it out for us.”

Dusk did as instructed, undoing the belt on his jeans, unzipping, and dropping them down to his knees, allowing the dark purple organ locked between his legs to hang free. It nearly swung down to his knees, semi-erect and powerful-looking as the three mares’ jaws all collectively hit the floor.

“Hell and a half, Dusk,” Apple Bloom grinned, gently grabbing his enormous cock between her fingers and stroking it slowly. “Ya’ll got something lethal down here.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Dusk smirked, opening the mini-fridge behind him and taking out one of the cans.

Apple Bloom lowered herself to her knees, sliding her mouth down the first eight inches of Dusk’s fully-erect cock, her plump lips going taut around his length before she began gently suckling. Dusk groaned quietly, a harsher hiss escaping his lungs.

“Lotta talent in that mouth, gorgeous,” Dusk grinned, gently stroking Apple Bloom’s head with his thumb as she blew him, casting his eyes back up to the other two as Scootaloo set the grocery bags down. “Guessing it’s well practiced?”

“In a way,” Scootaloo nodded, waltzing over to him in a more doofy way than the other two had, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him.

Dusk’s eyes slid shut, allowing himself to lose a lot of his awareness to the world around him besides the taste and touch of both mares. Apple Bloom’s mouth was a haven on its own; wet, tight, and wondrously skilled at what she was doing. Scootaloo being as eager and gropable as Sweetie had been, sliding her sweet, soft tongue over Dusk’s in a passionate manner, hugging close to him and moaning quietly as she became enthralled with his taste.

“So I’m guessing all three of you get around?” Dusk asked, breaking away from Scootaloo for a brief moment to speak.

“Yeah, we fuck,” Sweetie nodded, sipping from her drink once again as she watched her best friends go to town on their guest. “Not a stupid amount, too many assignments for that, but… sex happens enough to get good at it.”

“All safe, I assume?” Dusk chuckled.

“All three of us are on birth control and make guys wear condoms,” Sweetie said with a roll of her eyes. “Thanks for making sure, dad.”

Sweetie moved over to Dusk, petting Apple Bloom on the head as she stole the stallion’s mouth away from Scootaloo, the orange mare voicing her protest.

“Hey!” she snapped. “Get your own!”

“I invited him here, remember?” Sweetie sniggered as she briefly broke oral contact, tapping the base of Dusk’s cock playfully. “This is dick none of us would be getting if it wasn’t for me.”

“Now, now, girls, let’s not fight,” Dusk said, eyeing between the two of them. “There’s plenty of me to go around.”

“You can say that again,” Sweetie snickered, gently wanking off the arm-thick length of Dusk’s dick that wasn’t being greedily devoured by the yellow-and-red hick. “Dick and a half to share between the three of us… you get to use it a lot?”

“Eh, every now and again,” Dusk shrugged, thinking back to the list of mares as long as... well, his cock, that he’d taken to bed.

“You fuck em real good, honey?” Apple Bloom asked, taking a break from blowing to wank off the soaked-shiny shaft of the svelte stallion. “Cream all their pretty pussies and make em squeal?”

“When did you get so filthy, young lady?” Dusk said, gently flicking the fur-tipped ear of the yellow mare.

“Well, she was raised in a barn, after all,” Sweetie joked, this getting a playful punch in the thigh from Apple Bloom.

The white mare responded by grabbing hold of Apple Bloom’s head and ramming it all the way onto Dusk’s enormous length, gagging the fellating mare suddenly and causing her eyes to nearly pop out of her head.

“Fuck…” Dusk groaned at the sudden contraction of Apple Bloom’s tight throat around his throbbing cock.

It felt tight enough to burst her neck, and the able little mare wasn’t able enough to keep it all down. She tore her mouth away from Dusk’s dick, coughing and spluttering loudly, hand at her throat as she began gasping for air.

“You rotten lil’ bitch!” she exclaimed, thwacking Sweetie on her thigh.

Sweetie rolled her eyes with a chuckle, getting down on her knees and resting Dusk’s soaked, twitching cock against her lips.

“Wanna see a magic trick?” she giggled.

“You gonna make my cock disappear?” Dusk questioned.

“Like a trained magician,” she nodded, giving the tip of his shaft a soft, loving, wet kiss before slamming the entire thing down her gullet.

“Fuck!” came the violent grunt from Dusk as Sweetie’s muzzle struck his crotch, cock buried fifteen inches deep in her vice-tight throat.

His hands clapped to the sides of her head, instinctively bucking his hips forward to get it as deep as possible. Sweetie raised her arms and wiggled her fingers in a ‘no hands’ gesture before joining them behind her back. She gave a playful wink to the sweating stallion, pushing him further into a rut-lust than ever before.

His fingers gripped the top of her head, hips picking up their pace as he began to slam his cock in and out of Sweetie’s heavenly throat. Both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were frozen in shock, watching Sweetie’s mouth get ploughed harder than ever before. Scoot’s eyes remained locked onto the bulging throat of the beautiful white mare, while Apple Bloom’s fingers found her way into her own mouth and her own panties, sensually rubbing her tongue and fingering her cunt in a desperate fashion.

The other mares were nearly as lost in lust as Dusk was, tongue hanging from his maw as his chest heaved up and down from the exertion, lungs working like the bellows of a smith’s furnace as they tried desperately to keep his body oxygenated. His eyes nearly rolled out the back of his skull as three final, almost-throat-breaking thrusts of his cock signalled the end.

He slammed his dick into her gullet on the final thrust and blew his titanic load. The impact on Sweetie was immediate, her eyes nearly bulging out of her skull as she felt herself being pumped full of cum thick enough to chew. Her stomach was full in a matter of seconds, Dusk wrenching his cock out of her maw and cumming all over her. He sprayed like a hose, thick, slopping cum piling on Sweetie with spurt after spurt, dousing her mane, face, chest, thighs, and the floor around her.

The eager mare was not shocked into paralysis by the sudden overflow of cum. She kept her hands on his dick, stroking at an almost violent speed, desperate to milk each and every drop of his boiling load out onto her face. She opened her mouth again, placing the tip of Dusk’s cock right on her tongue and letting him fill her maw once again.

It overflowed rapidly, spilling over the sides of her agape mouth and down her chin, dripping onto her already-covered tits and spilling all down her body, pooling around her thighs as she knelt in an ever-growing puddle of cum. Eventually the flood subsided, Dusk’s cock spurting the last few pints onto Sweetie’s torso before staggering back, dropping against the desk the mini-fridge rested on and exhaling slowly.

There was silence in the room for an almost-uncomfortable length of time. Sweetie was licking her fingers clean of the almost torrent of cum she’d been nearly buried under, Apple Bloom stared down at the enormous pool of cum that the dorm was nearly up to the top of her feet, and Scootaloo merely began to nibble and lick the jawline of the exhausted stallion before whispering in her ear.

“I want that inside me,” she said in a beyond-horny tone.

“Well...” Sweetie said, getting to her feet and watching the cum piled on top of her spill, slide, and slop down onto the floor with a wet, splattering sound. “I’m gonna have fun trying to sneak to the shower looking like this.”

Dusk snapped his fingers, using his magic to clean Sweetie up in less than a second. It left her bone dry and clean as a whistle without any hint or suggestion that she’d just been covered from head to toe in spunk.

“Huh,” she commented. “Neat.”

“You’re welcome, sugar,” Dusk smirked, groping Scootaloo’s ample behind with trained fingers. “Want me to return the favour?”

Sweetie’s hand flew to her mouth and her jaw hung low in a faux-shocked fashion, gasping with great exaggeration as she did a double-take.

“A stallion hung like a war criminal and one that’s also willing to eat pussy?” she questioned, clapping her hands together and grinning widely. “Today must be my lucky day.”

“Hey… what about us?” Scootaloo pouted.

“Yeah. ya’ll may have been here first, but you sure as hell ain’t the only belles at the ball!” Apple Bloom exclaimed.

“Alright then, we’ll try something freaky,” Dusk chuckled, using his magic to undress himself and expose his svelte, feminine figure to the mares around him.

“Oh… I think his ass is bigger than yours, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said, looking at her alabaster friend with a teasing grin.

“I’ll cut you,” she snarled in response.

“Right, all three of you,” Dusk announced in a leading tone. “Naked time. Chop-chop.”

Sweetie was the first to bear it all, using her own magic to strip herself down to her birthday suit and expose her ample chest, her slender waist, and wide hips. She ran a hand from her stomach up to her lips, blowing a kiss to Dusk with a just-as-suggestive wink of her beautiful eyes.

“I hate your tits so much…” Scootaloo pouted, getting as naked as the other two and using her hands to cover her flat chest, though leaving her own good and healthy hips for every eye in the room to devour as well as her big, bouncy ass.

“Oh, Scoots, I’ve already told you… you’re a carpenter’s dream,” Sweetie teased, giving her torso a brief shake to make her tits jiggle. “Flat as a board and won’t split when screwed.”

Scootaloo glared daggers of many a shape and size at Sweetie, the light teasing making her go red with embarrassment.

“Don’t listen to her, Scoots,” Dusk said, placing a hand at the orange mare’s back as she ran his tongue over her nipple, getting a surprised, and more than grateful moan, from the slender mare. “I’ve got a thing for girls like you. It’s called ‘my penis’.”

“Oh, hellfire, that was awful,” Apple Bloom sighed with a disgusted growl in her voice, quickly stripping out of her flannel shirt and tight jeans to show her ‘hand’, as it were. “How in the hell did you manage to land as many mares as you have with lines like that?”

Apple Bloom tossed her clothing aside and placed her hands on her hips. The homegrown farmer was a smaller version of her older sister. Her body was strong and toned, everything from her arms, to her stomach, to her thighs. Chiselled and taut as she allowed the other three to stare at her, nearly drooling rivers down their chins as they did so.

She had the widest hips and the fattest ass out of all three of them, with strong, trained thighs that looked more than capable of crushing a lesser being’s head, should it find itself between them. Her hips were cocked, hand resting on them, and a sultry, blazing look of desire in on her face.

“Alright then, teach,” she giggled. “Where do you want us?”

“Glad you asked,” Dusk chuckled, moving over to Sweetie and picking her up in his arms.

The mare yelped in surprise as she was carried over to the bed. Dusk slumped her onto it before lying down on his back, pointing to his face with a playful wink. Sweetie knew what he meant immediately, desire welling up behind her beautiful eyes as she bit down on her plump, bottom lip.

“Oh yeah,” she nodded. “Just what I wanted.”

With that, she clambered on top of Dusk’s face, facing the headboard and planting her cunt right on top of his mouth. The stallion wasted no time, running his tongue over the softest pussy he’d ever touched. Her flavour was incredible as well, a sugary-sweet mix that was almost identical to her older sister. His fingers gripped her thighs, sinking into the marshmallow-esque flesh on them as Sweetie began grinding her cunt against his tongue. The other two stood with their arms crossed and annoyed looks on their faces, watching Sweetie hog all the attention, as per usual, and leave them in the dust.

“And what the hell are we meant to do, eh?” Apple Bloom demanded. “Want me to get out the checkers board until it’s my turn?”

“Who actually plays checkers anymore?” Scootaloo asked with a confused expression.

“I… that’s…” Apple Bloom said, scratching the back of her head in an awkward fashion. “Family game night…”

“Girls,” Sweetie called out to them, snapping their attention back onto her.

The snow-white mare had removed a hand from the headboard, making no attempt to cease rubbing her cunt against Dusk’s lapping tongue, but was able to focus up enough to point at Dusk’s throbbing, purple cock.

“Shut up and get to work, will you?” Sweetie asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” they nodded in unison, pretty much diving onto the bed and losing themselves to their own cock-lust.

Dusk groaned in pleasure, vibrations coursing through Sweetie’s dripping pussy as a result. She shivered in bliss, eyes fluttering for a brief moment before she regained her composure. More work was put into her hip gyration, really putting more and more force into dragging her cunt across Dusk’s tongue. The strength he exuded from his oral muscle was incredible, able to push and spread her effortlessly and really tease the nerves inside her tight, wet cove.

Apple Bloom’s mouth had immediately found its way to Dusk’s balls, her hot breath adding to the temperature of the stallion’s already-sweating balls. She suckled against the flesh of his leathery sack, her eager tongue lolling and rolling his apple-sized balls about inside. She could barely contain herself from simply burying her muzzle in his musky balls, allowing the sweat and mind-wiping scent of his sack to take her away to a heavenly place.

Scootaloo had found her mouth latched onto the head of Dusk’s cock. She was drooling down his entire shaft, hands gently pumping up and down the base of his cock, toying with his medial ring, and swirling her tongue around the thick, dripping tip of his cock. His pre was enough to make her head spin, his titanic length leaking the thick fluid into her mouth, over her tongue, and down her gullet.

Pants and gasps came from all three of the girls, none of them being anywhere close to rational or contained as they toyed with Dusk’s body. Sweetie had her pussy taken care of, but both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom had no such luxury. Their cunts burned, aching and leaking with a desperate need to be filled with something. They desired his cock more than they desired life, thighs and toes constantly twitching, eyes screwing shut and moans of lust echoing through Dusk’s cock.

“I need it…” Scootaloo moaned, staring at Dusk’s length as she placed her muzzle against the tip, allowing it to drool hot, thick pre down onto her muzzle.

“I can’t take it anymore…” Apple Bloom sighed, biting down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Both of them snapped at nearly the exact same time, changing from oral foreplay to something that would just let them cum. They both knew that he couldn’t fuck them both at the same time, so they compromised. Pussies were placed at either side of his shaft, the two desperate mares lying on the bed and grinding their cunts against Dusk’s shaft.

The added heat and friction against his dick caused Dusk to moan even louder, his tongue buried as deep as it could go in Sweetie’s delicious little pussy. He’d grabbed her thighs and locked her into place at this point, lapping and stabbing at her cunt with his tongue and driving the little thing wild. She groped her breasts, squeezing and tugging at her erect nipples as she mewled and gasped under her breath, eyes locked onto Dusk’s head between her thighs as he continued to eat her out.

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo looked almost ashamed at how desperate they were, eyes unable to meet, cheeks red as ripe tomatoes, and chests heaving in lust-induced exhaustion. Their dripping wet cunts had slicked the stallion’s shaft to a thoroughly-soaked state, the added attention causing pre to leak and dribble down his shaft, running over his enormous balls and spilling down onto the bed sheets beneath them.

The temperature in the room was skyrocketing, sweat coated all four of them, and the stench of pure, unfiltered lust hung in the air like a toxic cloud. The beautiful mewls and moans from the mares was enough to drive Dusk wild, lying in a pile of pure sexual bliss with them wrapped around him, ears twitching and perking at every sweet, dulcet, near-orgasm-inducing whine they let out as their horny little pussies were massaged and kissed by some part of his body.

Sweetie was the first to pop, as was expected from the girl that was receiving the most attention. Her head was thrown back as an orgasmic moan tore from the depths of her lungs, twitching and humping against Dusk’s face, fingers digging into his thick, ponytailed mane as she came harder than she had in a long time.

Once she was done, Dusk made quick work with the other two. He sat up, causing Sweetie to tumble off onto the bed, as she leaned forward. He pressed the two girls against his cock, clamping their pussies ever tighter against his cock before beginning to pump his hips forward. The two mares threw their heads back, trying to stifle loud and horny moans as the more-experienced stallion went to work on them.

Their eyes widened, lungs working like furnace bellows to keep them going, chests rising and falling rapidly as the exertion of pleasure got to them. Sweat dripped down their backs, tongues lolled from their mouths, and their eyes nearly went blank from the mind-melting pleasure they were experiencing.

Dusk wasn’t too far from his own limit, panting and gasping almost as much as the beauties wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t hold on for much longer, not at that speed, not with the sensations of heat and friction running all through his length. He could feel himself building again, cock twitching and pulsing with energy as he found himself on the door of orgasm.

His legs tensed and his toes curled, biting down hard on his jaw before blowing a second load high into the air, nearly hitting the ceiling of the dorm room before the hot, thick load loudly slopped down onto his own thighs and the legs of the mares still pumping themselves up and down his cock.

He came harder than before, raining spunk all over the bed, their bodies, and the floor around them as each stream of his semen flew high into the air, like a breeding fountain that seemed as unlimited as it was forceful. The two opened their mouths and closed their eyes, cumming themselves stupid as they attempted to catch as much of Dusk’s creamy load in their mouths.

Sweetie watched eagerly, seeing Dusk’s spunk paint her friends white and watching the stallion responsible twitch and grunt, paralysed by the pleasure and unable to cease firing stream after stream of thick, hot cum. Dusk panted, groaned, and threw his head back as his orgasm seemed to reach a peak halfway through, digging his fingers into the bed sheets as the two mares continued to grind against his cock.

Dusk’s body gave out as soon as his orgasm did, dropping hard back onto the bed and panting with a hazy look in his eyes. Sweetie crawled over to him, planting a long, wet kiss on his lips before breaking away and gently stroking his mane.

“How you feeling, you absolute fucking stud?” she asked with a chuckle, soft fingers running through Dusk’s thick, tied-back mane.

“Ahhh…” Dusk wheezed, barely able to look Sweetie Belle in the face from how drained, both literally and metaphorically, he’d been from that last torrent.

“Hellfire, honey,” Apple Bloom exclaimed, wiping up a thick globule of cum from her chest onto her finger and rubbing it over her tongue, swallowing it with an audible gulp. “Ya’ll glue wood together with this?”

Dusk smirked, sitting up and resting his head against Sweetie’s torso, something the large-breasted mare had no reason nor desire to protest against. The afterglow was sweet and the feeling in the air was one of a blissful exhaustion, a moment for them all to enjoy and remember for as long as they needed to…

Then came the knock at the door.

Every set of eyes in the room bolted over to the doorway, then to the massive river of cum coating the everything, and then to each other.

“Sweetie, baby, you’re the cleanest out of all of us,” Apple Bloom said instantly. “You answer it.”

“But… I…” she said, eyes darting down to her nude form before she sighed loudly.

She quickly hopped up from the bed and, with a snap of her fingers, resummoned her clothing and hid her beautiful naked body. A quick bounce over to the door later and she cracked it open, thankful that they’d decided to fuck on the single bed to the right of the door rather than the bunk bed that was in plain view of the thing.

“Diamond?” Sweetie Belle asked with a cocked eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“Scoots borrowed my mane brush a while back, I let her use it to sort herself out after she finished swimming,” Diamond Tiara said, arms crossed over her chest as she looked Sweetie up and down. “Are… why are you blushing?”

Sweetie tapped a finger to her face, noticing the boiling heat of the post-orgasm glow still plain as day on her face.

“I’m sick,” Sweetie said with a shrug. “All three of us are, really. Been sleeping for most of the day.”

Diamond looked over Sweetie’s shoulder, noticing the empty bunk beds and slowly catching a whiff of the scent wafting out of the dorm room. Her look was one of distrust, eyes narrowed at her off-and-on friend. She cocked her head sideways and shot a very questioning look at the alabaster mare as she spoke.

“What are you three doing in here?” she asked, eyeing Sweetie fiercely.

The marshmallow mare looked back into the room, seeing the cum-soaked pair of Apple Bloom and Scootaloo snuggled up against Dusk’s body, exchanging wet, tonguing kisses between themselves while they fondled Dusk’s balls.

“We’re…” Sweetie said, scratching the back of her head before she sighed loudly. “Look, we’re fucking, Diamond. We invited a friend over to hang out, and it got good and raunchy. I can go grab your hair brush if you’re willing to wait here for a second… or you can come in and grab it yourself.”

Diamond’s face dropped like a rock out a window, a brief shiver running through her body before she shook her head.

“I’ll come back later,” she said, stepping away from the door with a dismissive wave. “Sorry to have bothered you.”

“You can join in if you want?” Sweetie offered, wanting a taste of the heiress for a good while. “Bed’s big enough for five of us.”

“No thank you,” she said, pivoting on her heel and hurrying away. “Just…. Just come and get me when you’re done, okay? I’ll take it back then.”

Sweetie watched the business major disappear down the corridor in a hurry, shrugging off her reluctance to join in on the fun before closing the door. She turned back to the pile of sex on the bed, a snap of her fingers making her clothes disappear again before noticing the position switch and the newer, raunchier display before her than just the simple kissing-fest it had been moments earlier.

Scoots was on her hands and knees, tails pinned over her back with Dusk’s muzzle placed firmly between her ass cheeks, dragging his thick, wet tongue over her tight, sensitive asshole. Apple Bloom was sat in front of her orange friend, burying said friend’s tongue into her own cunt as a method of getting some enjoyment out of the ordeal for herself.

Sweetie crossed her arms in a disgruntled fashion, glaring daggers at the three of them that had moved onto so fast from the snuggle-session she’d been hoping to get involved in. A weary sigh parted her lips and a soft shrug touched her shoulders, content to drink her soda and watch the three of them entertain each other in their little tongue-fest.

She was impressed, as always, at Dusk’s cock being reared and ready to go. It was twitching and leaking as if it hadn’t just splattered the entire sleeping area with enough cum to get the south of the country pregnant with gorgeous little Alicorn foals, spilling and sputtering spooge down the enormous length of it.

Dusk clapped a hand to Scootaloo’s ass, gripping and groping her thick rear with intent to give it a good kneading, fingers digging into her bountiful backside and juicing yet another horny moan from the gorgeous mare’s lips.

Apple Bloom’s hips gyrated around in circles, grinding her cunt against Scootaloo’s wriggling tongue in an attempt to speed herself along to yet another orgasm, the red-maned mare contentedly watching Dusk devour her friend’s asshole, driving his tongue deep into her tight cavern and nearly driving the big-backsided pegasus into some kind of frenzy.

“It’s going in her ass, right?” Sweetie asked after swallowing a small sip from her sugary soda. “Like, I’m not about to watch Dusk wet that fucker up and not shag Scoot’s spine out of her mouth. It’s going in her ass.”

“Yef,” Scootaloo nodded through her mouthful of apple-cunt.

“Glad to hear it,” Sweetie beamed, walking back over to the bed and snuggling up next to Apple Bloom with a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Dusk, give her what she wants.”

The older stallion nodded, moving his head away from her asshole. He spat right on her back entrance one last time before giving it a mighty thwack, causing her entire body to lurch sideways and a pleasured moan to spill from between Scootaloo’s lips.

“Fuck, I love it when they get rough,” Sweetie said in a hushed tone to Apple Bloom.

“Oh, I know, right?” the southern beauty chuckled. “You ain’t be fucked right if you ain’t been fucked raw.”

“Amen,” Sweetie grinned, sitting comfortable and watching Dusk rub the length of his cock against Scootaloo’s asshole.

The stallion grinned in an almost dark manner, the tip of his ring-splitting dick slowly applying pressure to the tight mare’s back entrance. Scootaloo’s fingers dug into the bed sheets, eyes screwing shut as Dusk’s cock kissed the inside of her asshole, her wet outside allowing him to slide in and her wet insides giving him a warm, easy welcome.

She moaned loudly as she began to stretch, inch after inch of thick, pulsing cock disappearing deeper and deeper inside the small mare. Dusk’s hands gripped onto her hips, heaving himself inside her with enough force to visibly make his abdomen tense. The other two bit their lips in anticipation, projecting themselves onto Scootaloo’s position and seeing her mind almost break in half from the sheer size of the cock still driving it’s way into her.

“Fuck, I love college girls,” Dusk groaned, a shiver running through his body at the sensation of the new cocksleeve he wore on his length.

“How you feeling, Scoots?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Aghhnfff…” Scootaloo moaned, burying her face into the bed sheets and growling loudly.

“Yeah, I’d probably say the exact same thing,” Sweetie Belle shrugged, looking back up at Dusk just as he started to get his rut going.

It took him a few good thrusts to get Scootaloo’s asshole to relax enough to be properly fuckable, but once that bitch’s backdoor was primed and ready, he didn’t let up. The sound of the adorable little mare getting her cheeks clapped by a breeder like Dusk was almost as sexually satisfying as getting fucked themselves, eyes locked entirely onto every visible inch of Dusk’s cock pounding in and out of Scootaloo with the desire to never blink again.

The other two were soon groping one another, hands wrapped around waists, groping tits, and fingering pussies as Scootaloo drooled into the bed, eyes rolled back almost out of her skull as she struggled to breathe properly. She felt as if he was in her lungs, that thick, battering ram of a cock slamming deeper inside her than anything she’d ever felt before in her life.

Strangled, desperate, panting gasps fell from Scootaloo’s mouth as she struggled to maintain her grip of reality, body having gone completely limp as a cock more solid than her spine continued to stir up and mix her insides in a way she’d never felt before. She thought she’d taken big dick before, but compared to the stallion that was currently rearranging her interior, the dick she’d seen didn’t even deserve to be called that, never mind big.

She’d fucked toothpicks and welterweights compared to the champion that was blasting her asshole now. She could feel a heat in her belly growing and growing, no doubt the river of pre Dusk’s legendary cock was dripping all over her insides, slowly pumping her full of his fuck muck and getting ready to lay down an entirely new coat of paint in her stomach.

Dusk himself was almost completely lost, fingers digging into Scoot’s beautiful hips, crotch slamming against her big ass, causing it to ripple and bounce in a hypnotic way as he fucked her. He slid a hand up to her back, placing it flat against her spine and continuing to knock her forward with each powerful thrust of his strong, experienced hips.

He leaned over top of her, pinning her smaller body underneath his and really getting himself into it, balls slapping against her wet, dripping cunt with each thrust he threw forward. He kissed her on the back of the neck, hands once again at her hips as he fucked her into the bed.

“Well… that’s gotta be the hottest thing I’ve seen in the last eight months,” Sweetie said with an admiring nod.

Dusk whinnied loudly, an audible orgasm sounding throughout the room as his mighty load was blasted inside Scootaloo. The amber beauty moaned loudly, stammering through her words as she tried to express her own pleasure before cumming as hard as Dusk had. The two other mares watched in amazement, eyes wide in shock and awe as Scoot’s belly began to balloon outwards, so loaded with hot, thick cum stretching out every inch of her stomach that it weighed her down onto the bed.

“Good fucking gods,” Apple Bloom said in a hushed tone, cheeks flushing red and pussy aching desperately for her turn on Dusk’s length if that was the prize she was to receive.

Dusk pulled his cock out of the rigid mare’s asshole, firing the last few streams of his load all over her back, soaking her mane, and coating her fluttering wings as he grinded his length against her buxom, cum-drenched ass. Scootaloo soon finished her orgasmic ride, leaning on her swollen, pregnant-looking belly as Dusk’s hot load sloshed and gurgled inside her, rolling onto her side and slowly stroking her stomach.

Dusk dropped onto his haunches, cock wilting slightly after seeing so much action, before Apple Bloom tossed him another can of soda. He caught with with a gentle grip, eyeing up the red and yellow mare who’d not stopped staring at him with a lustful gaze powerful enough to be felt against his cock.

“Keep hydrated, sugar,” she winked, ambling over to the bed and laying down next to Scootaloo. “How’d you feel?”

Scootaloo moaned quietly as Dusk cracked open the aluminum can, guzzling from it desperately as Scootaloo stretched her arms out. She embraced the southern-style mare, pulling her into a warm, lustful hug and locking lips with her, swilling tongues together as Dusk watched with an eager, twitching dick.

“Such thirsty little sluts, aren’t they?” Sweetie sniggered, waltzing over to the bed and straddling Dusk’s waist, grinding her wet, horny cunt against his cum-soaked length. “Mind if I get the next ride?”

“You, uh, wanna lemme get a better seat to rail your ass, then?” he questioned with a cocked eyebrow.

“Oh no, silly boy,” Sweetie giggled, gently tapping Dusk on his blunt muzzle. “It’s not going up my ass. You’re gonna rut my womb.”

“Uh… you not worried about getting pregnant?” he asked.

“Nah,” she said with a more-than nonchalant shrug. “Birth control’s a mare’s best friend in college. That, and the cheat sheets on the internet.”

“You know I am in contact with several of your professors, don’t you?” Dusk asked in a teasing tone. “One call from me and you fail all your classes outright.”

“And do you know that somebody’s not gonna get a ride from my juicy cunny if they don’t keep their fucking narc mouth shut, don’t you?” Sweetie countered, rubbing the head of his shaft right against her dripping entrance.

“Fair point,” Dusk chuckled, grabbing a firm hold of Sweetie’s large, bouncy ass before she dropped herself down onto his cock in one, single motion.

The sexual cockiness dropped from the two of them as soon as Dusk was inside her, struggling to maintain any composure as the feelings of pleasure coursed through their bodies. The tightness of Sweetie’s pussy was almost too much for Dusk to handle, just as the size of Dusk’s cock. The two were soon a tangled pile of limbs, Sweetie wrapping herself around Dusk as he leaned back, getting his hips in a good position to rut her while also making sure he could maintain proper blood flow to his lower half.

Sweetie may have been a small thing in terms of height, but this bitch was as buxom as they came in her size, curves like a mountain road and the perfect amount of weight to make her squishy in all the right places. Her moans were soft and warm, as genuine and loving as you could rouse from a mare, and something that pleasured Dusk’s ego as much as it did his cock.

The other two were focused entirely on each other, hands between their legs and rubbing the other’s snatch, tongues lashing hard and heavy over and into the other’s mouth, as they snuggled up as close to one another as Scootaloo’s bloated stomach would allow them to. They were lost in their own special world, paying no mind to the powerful rutting that their alabaster little friend was getting.

Dusk regretted being pressed up against Sweetie’s front side, his fingers being able to feel how much her ass bounced with every thrust she took, and he despised not being able to look at her snow-white backside bumping up and down as her fucked her good and proper. He kissed her again, wanting more of her sweet taste on his tongue, and desiring the extra heat a good bit of tonguing always put into some good, hard sex.

He could feel the sweat coating her body as her heaving tits were pressed against his torso, the full weight of her gorgeous body leaning onto him as she moaned into his mouth. A good position to fuck in, as good a one as she was a mare to rut. Pussy as good as this had to run in the family, he thought to himself, as Rarity’s cunt felt just like the same air-tight path of oiled velvet that Sweetie’s did.

Perfect wasn’t often a word Dusk believed in until he was inside a mare like Sweetie. At that point, perfect was the only thing he felt was a good and accurate enough term to describe what she felt like. Each inch of her heavenly pussy rubbing and stroking his hard, throbbing length as it buried itself into her deepest, tightest caverns and almost refused to let it go again.

He began to ache more than enough to be noticeable at this point, sweat dripping down every curve of his feminine form, mane slicked through with the stuff, and his body feeling slow and sluggish. Sweetie didn’t seem to be faring much better, either, her own movements soon slowing down as the obvious burn of exertion was starting to take a toll on her beautiful form.

He soon laid her down on her back, burying his face in her tits and simply fucking the pretty little mare with everything he had left. Her hands soon toyed with his ponytail, a smirk on her lips as the exhausted stallion continued to hammer his hips in and out of her. Every inch stroked and lavished her insides with pleasure, the hard, pounding rhythm knocking her body forward with each thrust.

The svelte stallion may have looked like another one of the gals, but this boy packed dick and a stroke game on a championship level. She’d been around the block with stallions from all walks of life since she’d enrolled here, but none of them had come anything close to fucking her as good, as hard, or as long as this purple little pounded was.

She often attributed it to a mix of her pussy simply being that fucking good, and the fact she’d been palling around with stallions that weren’t exactly A-1 when it came to their lastability. But here Dusk was, three or four orgasms down in three different mares, still hard as a rock and ready to go… even if getting just the teensy bit sluggish.

It seemed that the tiny little titan of a stallion had reached his limit, finding himself pushed over the edge with three final, hard ruts that made Sweetie cum just as much as he did… well, nobody seemed to be able to cum as much as Dusk did.

The flow of his orgasm was heavenly inside the little minx, thick, hot, slopping cum pumping deep inside her, filling her womb to the brim effortlessly and stretching her out good and proper. Her back arched as much as it could with Dusk’s weight on her, stomach swelling further and further out as the sperm-god of a stallion took her on a never-ending ride with the sheer amount of spunk he could produce.

Her eyes fluttered, already miles deep in a body-rocking orgasm of her own and only being pushed higher and higher by the euphoric feeling of her partner-of-the-moment cumming a river in her deepest insides. Shivers rocked her body, her belly now swelling out so far after Dusk had lifted himself off her that she looked twenty minutes away from a due date, teeth clenching and body trembling in orgasmic bliss.

The stallion eventually pulled out with a grunt and a sigh, nutting the last of his load onto Sweetie’s stomach as she herself began to deflate, leaking the thick, glue-esque cum out of her thoroughly-fucked cunt and coming down from his orgasmic high.

“Ha… holy… fuck…” Dusk panted, collapsing onto his back and staring up at the ceiling, straining to keep his eyes open. “I think I’m done.”

“Oh, no the fuck you ain’t, mister!” Apple Bloom snapped, pretty much leaping on top of Dusk and glaring at him. “I ain’t had my dicking, so you ain’t done till then, y’hear!”

“Bloom, baby, I’ve got nothing left in me,” he sighed, barely able to keep his eyes open. “I don’t think I could move my hips even if my life depending on it.”

“Then you sit right there, you lazy lil’ shit…” the red-maned mare growled, positioning herself right over Dusk’s cock, ready to ride him into the sunset. “And let lil’ miss power-top do her thing.”

Dusk nodded slowly, head simply dropping onto the bed as he felt the strength leave him. That strength only drained further once Apple Bloom, much slightly Sweetie before her, slammed herself down onto the entirety of his length. He sucked in a harsh breath, brain not knowing what to with the sensations brought on by so much tight pussy.

Apple Bloom’s hands were laid flat on Dusk’s chest, using them for leverage as much as she needed to as she put herself to work. And work it was indeed, as her speed was something that Dusk was never encountered before. It seemed almost pathetic to make a joke about a cowgirl like Apple Bloom being able to ride as fiercely as this, and if his brain weren’t nearly melting out of his skull, he might’ve been pathetic enough to do it.

But he was too exhausted to think of anything other than rest… and then once the single thought of that was out of the way, he got to focus his mind onto how good the pussy bombing itself up and down his length was. Apple Bloom was a walking workhorse, muscles trained and strong where they needed to be, and she worked her insides just as fiercely. Clamping down tightly, biting down on her lip as those wide hips were lifted up high and throw back down hard enough to slap, Apple Bloom was working herself sweaty.

Dusk could watch each muscle in her abdomen, thighs, and even in her arms working as much as they needed to to propel the speedy little slut up and down on his cock. Her adorable little features were coated in a heavy blush, red as the mane that flowed down her back, and she seemed to be getting into it as much as Dusk was. Well, as much as the near-comatose stallion could at this point.

Apple Bloom’s drawl only made her moans cuter for the purple stallion, that delicious little twang in her voice coating everything she said in a southern-fried sexiness, and this was no exception. He kept his eyes on her face, watching her lips purse, eyes flutter, and every little grunt and gasp she made caused her features to move.

His hands somehow found the strength to get their groping habits on the go again, fingers sinking deep into that legendary apple ass, just like her older sister had. She groaned loudly, enjoying the deep massage she was getting from Dusk almost as much as the dick. His fingers gripped and squeezed the powerful muscle in her backside, feeling years worth of hard work and training coming into play with every pump of her legs, slamming down on his dick over and over again.

Apple Bloom threw her head back, her coordination being none the worse due to breaking eyesight, working his cock like a task she’d done so many times that it had become muscle memory. And memory it certainly would become, for both of them, as Apple Bloom was quickly pumping her way further and further up the roster of mares he’d fucked, outclassing people twice her age and twice the experience with sheer, raw talent at this point.

He found it hard to keep his eyes focussed, blurring and crossing should he let them wander for even the briefest moment. He toyed with Apple Bloom’s tail, the thick, rose-red plume of hair being as strong, tough, and tensile as her ripped body was, the sweat glistening on each and every muscle she was using to give him a ride he’d never forget.

She clamped down hard on him again, her own beautiful eyes going on the fritz as she seemingly pushed herself over the brink to an orgasm, all the while Dusk hadn’t hit his own yet. Teeth bared and the need to cum bringing his strength back, Dusk threw himself backwards, bringing the red-maned little expert with him, wrapping his arms around her waist whilst managing to keep a hand on her ass.

He blasted his hips forward, fucking the beauty through her orgasm and giving her a ride she’d be feeling till she woke up the next morning. She panted, moaned, and begged for him to go faster, loose strands of her mane hanging far over her face, the large bow tied in the back now becoming loose and letting more of her rose locks fall astray.

Dusk screwed his eyes up tight, feeling the final few thrusts of their time together approaching as his balls felt fit to burst, whinnying loudly once again as a signal of the end, cumming the last of his loads for the week into Apple Bloom. She came again herself, being the third and final of the trio to experience Dusk’s overwhelmingly thick and heavy cum flowing deep inside her.

She threw her head back and moaned louder than any of them had that day, eyes rolling back into her head almost entirely as he long, wet tongue hanged from her maw, drooling thick trails of saliva down onto her breasts. The four of them could hear Dusk’s river of spunk filling and ballooning her apple-flavoured womb out as far as it would go, the mixed look of strain, euphoria, and release plastered on her sweat-coated face as she finally collapsed against Dusk’s chest.

He slipped out of her cunt, the reservoir of cum pouring out of Apple Bloom’s completely-fully pussy and staining the bed for what felt like the thousandth time that day. The energy was gone, all of them lying on the bed covered in sweat, cum, and a sense of satisfaction that was sure to last for several long, warm hours.

Despite it being a single bed, they all found room to lay on top of each other, eyes drifting shut in the warm, hazy room that would have the scent of hot, promiscuous sex stained into it surely until the end of days itself. Dusk cuddled against the beautiful mares just as they cuddled against each other, sleep finally taking all four of them and allowing their bodies to rest and recuperate from what had been the most intensive workout any of them had had for a month.

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