“Thank you for coming!” Rumble merrily chirped, closing the door behind the departing customer. Waving goodbye, as the pony trotted down the sidewalk and away from the shop, he turned and peered over at the counter.

Slipping a receipt into a drawer beneath the cash register, Hoity nodded over at his lithe, little assistant. “Lock up for me, if you would; I think we can close up a bit early today.”

Nodding to himself, more than happy to have some extra time off the clock, Rumble did as asked. The work in the shop wasn’t all that demanding, nor did he mind tidying up or tending to customers, but things had been relatively boring for the last two days. After his rather exciting arrival, having been railed out by his employer mentor, he’d been hoping for more amorous attention - alas, he hadn’t been touched since.

Though he’d had no way of knowing just how much of a stud Hoity was, prior to his arrival, he kept finding himself distracted by the massive stallion. It was hard enough being in the presence of such a hunk, but knowing what the couture was capable of made their time almost unbearable. Truth be told, he would leap at the chance to worship the hulking stud, but he’d been left to languish without the slightest bit of sinful action - at least, for the time being.

Steeling himself, after flipping the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed’, he flitted over to his boss’ side. “So…” he began, glancing at the dark sneath between the stallion’s thighs, “any plans for this evening?”

Hoity piqued his brow, feigning disinterest, and glanced over at the femcolt. “Nothing in particular, why do you ask?”

Though his guest couldn’t have known it, he’d intentionally abstained from doing anything too lewd with the young pegasus - not because he didn’t want to, but because it was part of a test. A proper femcolt would take the initiative and seek to please a stud - as such, he’d been waiting for the little pony to show some ambition. He’d already caught his apprentice sneaking glimpses at his endowment, doubtlessly wondering when he’d get another serving of cock, yet he hadn’t spoken up - that was, until now.

“I dunno,” Rumble muttered, tearing his eyes off his host’s package, “I just thought we could maybe do something together…”

“Oh?” Hoity intoned, shifting his focus to his guest. “Such as?”

Thoughtfully stroking his chin, Rumble wheeled around and shrugged. “We could do anything you wanted to do, honestly…”

Seeing that he held the stallion’s attention, he put his hastily laid plan to work. Even though he wasn’t ballsy enough to ask to be rutted, a bit of nonverbal seduction may get a result. Leaning forward and lifting his hips, he extended his wings and yawned. It wouldn’t be his fault if the stud took advantage of him, so he considered his hastily laid scheme flawless.

“You know,” Hoity began, seeing the small pony lift and flick his tail to the side, “you’d look much better in some accoutrements.”

“Like…?” Rumble let the question hang, leisurely swaying his tush from side to side.

Walking around the counter, leaving his guest presenting himself, he moved to an arrangement of stockings and leggings. One of the benefits of designing and selling garments was that he always had clothing on hoof - clothing which just so happened would look stunning on a svelte pegasus like his assistant. Selecting a quartet of kneesocks, as well as a little pink choker, he steadily trotted back towards the checkout.

“Something like these,” he noted, setting the items by the cash register, “and perhaps this as well.”

Rumble’s eyes widened, seeing his host pluck a bottle of mascara and a tube of lipstick from a countertop display. There had been times when he’d tried on marish clothing before, back when he’d been in Ponyville, but he’d never been brave or brazen enough to wear anything like that in front of anypony! An odd mixture of excitement and anxiety welled up within him, realizing what the implications were; without a doubt, he’d be expected to model the selections for the stud.

“Let’s see here,” Hoity murmured to himself, doing a quick inventory of the items. “With your employee’s discount, the total will come to one hundred and forty-three bits.”

Reflexively taking a step back, the pegasus’ jaw nearly hit the floor. “I...I can’t afford that!”

Hoity peered over at his guest, grinning ever so slightly, as he took the socks and accessories in his hoof. “I’m sure you’ll find some way to make it up to me,” he tutted, passing the small bundle to the femcolt. “Perhaps if you properly convince me, I’ll feel charitable - for now, I believe I’ll retire to my room. Be sure to turn the lights off before you head upstairs.”

Rumble nodded and stared down at the colorful socks, feeling his heart flutter. “Yes Sir.”

The stud paused, if only for a moment, before he reached out and stroked the lad’s cheek. “Please, call me Daddy…”

“O…” the pegasus gulped, feeling his wings flap and readjust on his back, “ok, Daddy.”

“Good colt,” Hoity purred, trotting by his apprentice.

He didn’t look back, leaving the unsung promise of something sinful dangling from a hook, as he made his way up the stairs. Even before he reached the second floor, he could sense his stallionhood slipping from his sheath. If he was lucky, and he had no reason to think he wouldn’t be, he’d soon be paid a visit by his diminutive guest, but that’s when things would get tricky. Getting the femcolt to dress the part was just the start - after that, he’d have to see just how committed his new assistant really was.

Moving down a short hallway, into his chamber, he closed the door behind himself. One of the benefits of living in Canterlot was that his home, a rather spacious apartment, occupied the second and third floors of the building housing his business. His accommodations were easily large enough to house a guest or two, so he was letting Rumble occupy a room adjacent to his own.

As he crossed to his bed, easing himself onto the padded surface, he rolled to his back, made himself comfortable, and leisurely began stroking himself to full length. When his deliciously little visitor came in, he wanted to give the lad an eyeful. His stallionhood swelled in his hoof, while he mused on which of his many, many tactics would best break the femcolt. Ultimately, with so many options to choose from, he settled on a tried and true favorite, but he wasn’t bothered in the slightest - after all, with several weeks ahead of them sharing a roof, he felt certain he’d get plenty of chances to try them all.

Rumble’s eyes wandered from the vacant stairwell to the clothing in his hoof, knowing just what he had to do. Scampering around the counter, he swiftly retrieved the elixir Hoity had stashed there. Be darned if he was going to get gussied up and go upstairs without making sure he was ready, even if he wasn’t sure what his host had in mind. Unstopping the cork with his teeth, he took a mouthful of the concoction and swallowed.

He shivered slightly, as the viscous potion coated his throat and settled in his belly. He still had no earthly idea who had made the brew, how it worked, or exactly why his employer kept the stuff on stashed in his shop, but he wasn’t about to question it; whatever it was, it had allowed him to get plowed by a dick nearly as big as his leg! With his belly slowly warming by the strange and wondrous beverage, he sauntered over to the fitting room.

Without closing the door, knowing he effectively had the shop to himself, he hopped onto the bench and started to get dressed. The socks were easy enough to put on, as was the leather choker, but the makeup was another matter entirely. Though he’d worn a skirt or two before, he’d never been bold enough to try on cosmetics.

Standing before a tall standing mirror, with his garments in place, he carefully applied the cherry colored lipstick to his pouting lips. The vivid color contrasted marvelously against his grey coat and heather colored eyes, but he wasn’t finished yet. Only after he’d used the mascara, accentuating his eyelashes, did he step back and get a good look at himself. Unable to control his smile, nor his pounding heart, he dashed out and soared up to the second floor.

Coming to a halt just before Hoity’s door, he landed, brushed his mane back, and took a breath to calm himself. He had every intention of seducing the virile stallion, but he didn’t want to come off as too needy. Just as he reached for the doorknob, he froze. His entrance may make or break any intimate moments which followed, so he made a conscious effort to try and stay composed. With nothing to lose, and everything to gain, he saw himself inside.

His coy smile and self-confidence crumbled the instant he looked to the bed. Laying on his back, languidly drawing a forehoof up the biggest, meatiest cock he’d ever seen, his host grinned down at him. Though he’d had every intention of seducing the stud, his scheme came apart at the seams. As he stood just within the doorway, with his mouth starting to water, the stallion beckoned him closer.

“No need to be shy,” Hoity smugly stated, drinking in the sight of the femcolt’s outfit.

The socks and makeup worked perfectly, accentuating his guest’s marish features to the nth degree, yet looks could only go so far. Invitingly flexing his member, causing it to bob in his grasp, he chuckled to himself. His little assistant looked absolutely stunned, unabashedly staring at his dick, which prompted him to clear his throat.

Seeing the lad’s eyes shoot to his face, his grin broadened. “How about you come and get a closer look…”

Nodding to himself, Rumble moved forward on unsteady legs. Even though he’d been plowed by the designer once already, simply seeing the massive stallion and his colossal package sent shivers of excitement up his spine. Slowly, almost cautiously, he crawled onto the foot of the bed and steadily moved towards his host.

Try as he might, he couldn’t look away from the immaculately displayed package. The pillar-like dick and huge, ripe nuts almost called to him - begging for his attention. While he’d never fooled around with anypony as hung as Hoity, nor ever dreamt he’d be able to safely fit a cock that large inside himself, some part of him relished it - like it was his calling. Moving between his host’s thighs, breathing in the first hints of ambrosial musk, his pulse quickened.

“Such a good colt,” Hoity cooed, watching the pegasus shiver. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Y...yes,” Rumble stammered, burying his snout in musky folds between the stallion’s balls and dick.

Hoity lowered his head, peering over his glasses at his guest. “Yes what?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Rumble softly replied.

Pushing himself up with one forehoof, he dragged his tongue up the throbbing behemoth. The sight and smell alone were inspirational beyond words, but the taste - sweet Celestia - the taste was divine. Salty and a bit earthy, the velvety skin over the steely-cored stallionhood was as perfect as every other part of his host. A light groan escaped him, as he worshipped the paragon of virility.

Seeing the pegasus smear the bright lipstick against his slate grey length, Hoity’s excitement gradually mounted. He’d always adored when his partners were enthusiastic, and especially when they venerated him, which gave him an idea. Reaching down, patting the lad’s cheek, he flashed his teeth.

“Have you never been with a stallion like me?” he asked, prompting the pegasus to shake his head. “I’m surprised, given how eager you are, but that leaves me with a question. Tell me, what do you think of me?”

“You’re…” Rumble swallowed hard, unprepared for the conversation. “You’re just so big and handsome.”

“Go on,” Hoity urged, reveling in the praise.

“Your stallionhood - no, all of you is just perfect. Every part of you, from your well-trimmed hooves to your mane, is beautiful. And your scent -” the pegasus trailed off, visibly shuddering, “your scent is intoxicating. I’m...I’m just thankful that you let me serve you.”

“Your flattery is heartwarming, it really is, but I believe there’s a better use for your mouth,” Hoity intoned. As the lad reared back and opened his mouth, he extended his forehoof and stopped his guest. “As thrilling as that would be, I have something else in mind. Lay on your back with your head resting over the edge of the bed.”

Though Rumble was a bit surprised by the request, he wasn’t about to question the stud. Hoity was more experienced than him in every conceivable way, likely having bedded dozens of ponies in the past, so he quietly obliged. Worming out from between his host’s legs, he flipped onto his back and hung his head from the side of the mattress.

Waiting until the pegasus was clear, Hoity rolled from the bed, got to his hooves, and trotted to face his guest. He hoped Rumble had been smart enough to take some of the potion he kept under the front counter, because things would get rather uncomfortable otherwise. Rearing to his hind legs, he stepped forward and rested his forehooves to either side of the femcolt’s chest.

Rumble swallowed hard, staring down the tremendous length of stallionhood. There was only one thing the gargantuan stud was planning to do with him, which was both a terrifying and thrilling thought - thrilling because he’d always dreamed about getting face-fucked, but terrifying because of Hoity’s size. Without any prompting whatsoever, he opened his mouth and silently waited.

Craning his head and peering down his chest, ensuring he was situated properly, Hoity adjusted himself slightly. He nearly giggled, spying the pegasus’ diamond-hard prick. It really was cute, seeing a smaller, inferior stallion accepting their place, and it was one of the things he lived for. As he shuffled forward, bringing the broad tip of his tool to the lad’s mouth, he paused.

“Try to stay relaxed,” he sighed, jamming his length into the smaller pony’s muzzle.

The advice almost seemed laughable to Rumble, while inch after inch of stallionhood was driven into his maw. It was exhilarating to a fault, being used like a living sex toy by somepony so much older than him, but that did little to help with the logistics. Given the vast difference of their sizes, already feeling his lips stretching, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to manage his host’s entire length - that was, until he understood that he didn’t have a choice in the matter.

“There we are,” Hoity groaned, as the tip of his cock bumped against the back of Rumble’s throat. The lad’s stifled gag did nothing to stop him - in fact, it spurred him onward. “Deep breath…”

Realizing he had seconds to spare, Rumble filled his lungs. In the blink of an eye, having just heeded the stud’s warning, Hoity drove his hips forward. Regardless of his comparatively diminutive size and virginal gullet, his esophagus yielded to the giant pony’s cock. Though he writhed in place, quite literally choking on the monstrous appendage, he didn’t try to escape - if anything, the discomfort reminded him that he still had much to learn.

Keeping a mindful eye on his guest, Hoity watched the lad’s throat bulge outward. It was a tight fit, made even more difficult by the choker the femcolt wore, but that wasn’t going to stop him. Forcing inch after inch of his shaft into the lad’s muzzle, with all the unstoppable force of a glacier, he only stopped when his medial ring rested just past Rumble’s lips.

“Ready?” he softly inquired, savoring the quiet choking and sputtering beneath him. “Good…”

The sight of Hoity’s retreating balls and saliva slickened shaft gave Rumble a moment’s hope, but it was dashed in a flash. Several inches of stallionhood cleared from his muzzle, before they were jammed back inside. The sensation was indescribable, chaotic and somewhat demeaning, yet he loved it. With the world upside down, seeing the stud’s huge, cum-laiden nuts swaying before him, he reached up and stroked his lover’s underbelly.

Focusing on the wondrous feeling of his mate’s snug gullet, Hoity closed his eyes. If the lad couldn’t handle all of him, he wouldn’t be bothered - after all, even more experienced ponies would typically struggle with his endowment. Steadily humping away, withdrawing when his medial ring pressed against the pegasus’ stretched lips, he made use of his new pet.

Rumble couldn’t say if it was the lack of air, his body adjusting to the monumental intrusion, or possibly both, but the discomfort slowly faded, replaced by an odd lightheadedness. Caressing the stud’s belly, watching the lipstick and drool-streaked cock pumped in and out of his face, his limbs grew heavy. Shifting his focus, moving his front hooves lower, he grabbed the stallion’s hips and pulled.

Lost to her reverie, the sudden tug shook Hoity from his stupor. Turning his head, glancing back, he noticed the little pony’s hooves silently urging him onward. The move was ambitious and foolish to a fault - still, he was hardly one to deny his tiny lover. Bracing and flexing his legs, he ground his medial ring past the femcolt’s lips.

As the gargantuan stallionhood wormed its way down his gullet, stretching his throat to the breaking point, Rumble’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. As unbelievable as it seemed, he was able to endure the abuse - that being said, the choker could not. With an audible Pop, strained under the pressure, the leather band snapped free. His heart fluttered madly, his lungs burned, and he was so hard that it hurt, yet Rumble had never been more excited in his life.

Like some unstoppable juggernaut, Hoity pounded his guest’s face. He had been going to pace himself, simply test his apprentices limits, but that notion had gone straight out the window. Knowing how needy Rumble was, he simply couldn’t resist giving it his all - that and seeing the imprint of his dick pistoning within the lad’s neck was excruciatingly arousing.

On the very cusp of passing out, with the pair of weighty balls slapping against his eyes, Rumble’s limbs went slack. He couldn’t rightly say how long the stud had been going at it, yet it made little difference. Feeling the stallionhood in his muzzle start to wildly throb, and seeing his gigantic lover’s nuts pull taut, he knew the time was close. Summoning what little strength he had left, he extended his forelegs and gingerly squeezed the giant’s twin cum-tanks.

The additional stimulation pushed Hoity past the brink, leaving him with little time to react. Gritting his teeth, he hilted his assistant’s snout and unloaded nearly two day’s worth of unspent seed. Awash with bliss, peeking down at Rumble’s belly, his eyes widened. Though he knew he’d been backed up, he hadn’t considered just how much he’d needed to get off.

Rumble’s belly gurgled angrily as it steadily ballooned outwards. It felt like pints of cream were being pumped into his stomach - then again, that had to be impossible. Nopony was productive enough to produce that much spunk, not only after a day or two, yet his host spoke to the contrary. Seconds passed, with his consciousness slowly fading, before the stallion unceremoniously hauled his turgid length free.

As the immense cock cleared his airway, filling his mouth with one final deposit of jizz, Rumble coughed and sputtered. Cum dribbled past his lips and from his nose, while he desperately filled his lungs. Despite his sore throat, doubtlessly ruined makeup, and the tears running down his face, he was far from upset - if anything, he was thankful.

Staring up at the ceiling, doing his best to recuperate, a shadow loomed above him. For the briefest instant, he assumed it was Hoity’s face peeking down at him - he couldn’t have been more wrong. The soft, sculpted globes of the stud’s ass descended upon him, entombing his face between the muscular buns. He’d hoped to simply have a moment’s peace to recover; sadly, that wasn’t his fate.

“Be a dear and - Mmmph - clean me up; I believe all that activity had me work up a sweat,” Hoity cooly instructed, pressing his pucker to the lad’s lips.

If his guest was so eager to please, he’d have to up the ante. It was rare that a bottom would take to rimming so quickly after having their throat swabbed, but, to his utter amazement, Rumble practically leapt at the opportunity. Oxygen starved, or possibly too turned on to care, the tiny pegasus feverishly began frenching his tush.

The air in Rumble’s lungs and jizz filled sinuses was replaced by the heady, rich musk of his hunky boss, clouding his mind and sending him into a frenzy. Utterly overwhelmed, with his thoughts clouded by lust, he passionately made out with the sweat-streaked backdoor bearing down on him. Unable to see, barely able to breath, he lavished the stallion’s behind as best he could - that was, until it came to an abrupt end.

Straightening up, inspired by the tongue-bathing, Hoity lazily wheeled around and peered down at his guest. The femcolt’s face was a mess, streaked with a cocktail of sweat, tears, saliva, lipstick and mascara, but his unabashed look of longing was unmistakable. Patting the lad’s cheek, he waved a hoof towards the center of the mattress.

“Now that you’ve earned it, present yourself,” he affectionately remarked, noting the pegasus’ drooling prick.

In spite of having literally choked on the stud’s cock, nearly to the point of passing out, Rumble’s fanatical enthusiasm would not be denied. Heaving himself onto his belly, he shakily moved to the center of the mattress, lowered his chest to the padded surface, and braced his hind legs. He’d heard that ponies could reach a point of maddening arousal, when their normal cares or concerns were crushed by their carnal need, yet he’d never experienced such a circumstance until that moment.

“Daddy,” he whimpered, flagging his tail, “I need it…”

Struggling to remain composed, Hoity hopped onto the mattress and moved over to his mate. He’d hoped that Rumble would make for a fitting plaything, sensing his potential from the moment they’d met, but even he’d underestimated how depraved the little pegasus was. Stepping over the femcolt’s hips, he brought his slickened stallionhood to the lad’s upturned rear.

Feeling the broad tip of cock nudge his backdoor, Rumble groaned. “Daddy,” he whined, “please fuuUUUU - Mmmmmph!”

His plea was cut off, replaced by a sinful moan, as his host plunged into him. Unlike their first time, when there’d been some sense of softness, the stallion wasted no time at all. In one long, indomitable thrust, Hoity crammed every inch of his impressive length into him. His forehooves grasped the blanket, trying in vain to hold himself steady, as his cushiony behind came to rest against his host’s groin.

“Here,” Hoity whispered, steadying himself, “have your reward…”

Before Rumble could reply, the stud withdrew nearly half of his length and started fucking - not the soft, romantic act of making love, but the primal, commanding motions of conquest and subjugation. Every buck of Hoity’s hips sent his whole body lurching forward, while every backstroke pulled him back. Just as intense as their first time, if not more so, the experience was astounding.

“Hnn-hnn-hnn,” he rhythmically grunted, as the air was driven out of his lungs with each plunge.

He hadn’t so much as touched dick, yet he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last for long. Even if he’d wanted to look back at himself, his engorged belly would have made the act impossible. Nearly losing himself to his bliss, wholly content to be plowed like a mare in heat, he was shaken from his reverie when the stallion’s pace slowed. As he cracked one eye open, he spied his host smiling down at him.

“Feel free to join in,” Hoity softly admonished.

Rumble nodded, lightly swinging his hips back to meet the giant’s thrusts. Even with the help of the elixir, he wasn’t sure if his pucker could withstand the assault. The massive stallionhood jackhammered into him with deep, long, merciless strokes, molding him into little more than a sex-toy for the couture - not that he minded. Clenching and relaxing his strained entrance, doing what he could to milk the behemoth dry, his legs started to quake.

Shuffling forward ever so slightly, Hoity altered the angle of his thrusts - not because it would feel better for him, but because he wanted to hear his guest sing. Though the move had been subtle, almost imperceptible, it was met with a profound effect. Downright devastating the colt’s p-spot, using every ounce of his weight and not inconsiderable strength, he pounded his mate like an angry titan.

The steady Plap Plap Plap of their colliding bodies was swiftly joined by the extraordinarily loud and marish mewlings of the beleaguered femcolt. Hoity sighed, relishing the sinful symphony, as he rutted his little lover. The gratification of breaking somepony, training them and shaping them into something wondrous, was an unbeatable sensation and the perfect accoutrement to sating his urges. Undeterred, the speed and force of his thrusts gradually increased.

Rumble’s first time with Hoity had been amazing - eye opening, even - but that paled in comparison to the domination he endured on the bed. He’d known he’d been close to cumming, feeling the telltale signs welling up within him, but the change in positioning had sent him flying over the edge. Thin, watery cum dribbled and sputtered from his flailing colthood, coating his swollen tummy and the sheets below, as he was forced to cum for his host - no, not his host,his Daddy.

Lightly grunting with every unyielding plunge, Hoity’s self-restraint waned. He was almost certain that the lad had cum already, considering the increased pitch of the howling, but that didn’t concern him. Whether or not the femcolt came once or a dozen times wasn’t important at all, despite how deliciously arousing it was, in the face of his own sexual needs.

His hips became a blur of unimaginable power, as he slipped into a rut-lust. There was something primal and undeniably intoxicating about conquering lesser ponies. To call Rumble a stallion was an insult to real stallions - at best, the small pegasus was a mockery of masculinity, though that was hardly an insult. From everything he’d seen and experienced in life, little femcolts who embraced their role loved to service actual studs, and he felt certain that his protege would be no different.

On and on he went, fucking the svelte pony like it a jackhammer. Having climaxed once already, his endurance allowed him to continue for far, far longer than he had two days ago, yet he made sure to enjoy every second of it. Pounding away, screwing no fewer than three more pitiful loads out of his guest, he eventually felt himself reaching his limit. The oral had been a decent appetizer, but he wouldn’t be fully satisfied until he’d bred his bitch.

Rumble had lost count of how many orgasms he’d had, with every drop of spunk having been pounded out of him. Though he’d tried to buck back against the stud, he’d eventually lost the ability to move - heck, he was surprised he hadn’t passed out from the sheer intensity of it all. Inexplicably remaining standing, he noticed an odd sensation within his abdomen; it took him a moment to figure it out, but it was unmistakable. The frenzied thrusting and internal pressure could only mean one thing - the stallion was about to blow.

With a triumphant series of grunts, hilting himself in the pegasus’ pummeled ass, Hoity unleashed a torrent of seed into his mate. The lad’s shrill, climactic wail was music to his ears, a sign of abject surrender and the perfect finishing note for his little test. His hips twitched, his shaft pulsed angrily, and shot after seething shot of his essence flooded the femcolt’s behind.

Having suffered through the umpteenth climax in a row, having long lost his ability to speak, an odd sensation overtook Rumble. The fullness in his stomach grew greater and greater by the second, while the second torrential load of foal-batter flowed into his behind. The uncomfortable feeling steadily increased, warring with the rapture of being conquered, until it became too much to bear.

The influx of so much cum was astounding beyond words, but he’d been undone by his own hubris. A choked gag was all he could manage, before a tide of cum flowed out of his mouth. His body was only so big, only able to contain so much, so some portion of the rich cream was forced out. While jizz streaming past his lips and out his nose, he collapsed beneath the stud.

Hoity cocked his head, suddenly feeling the cool, uninviting air against his unsheathed length. Stepping forward and turning around, seeing the cum-slathered femcolt panting on the mattress, he amusedly shook his head. Somehow, in defiance of all logic, the lad was still conscious - well, mostly conscious. Peering up at him, with a glazed over look in his eye, the pegasus falteringly grinned.

“Thank you - Cough - D...Daddy,” Rumble croaked, amazed that he could still speak.

“Come,” Hoity intoned, offering his guest a hoof, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

He’d fully planned to leave the pegasus be, to let his guest recuperate and clean himself up, but he was genuinely impressed - a rare occurrence indeed. As he pulled the small pony to his hooves, taking in the ruined sheets and blankets, he was stricken with an idea. Trotting to the edge of the bed, he carefully helped the lad down to the floor.

“I have a proposition,” he began, leading the way to the restroom. “I’ll allow you to share my bed with me, if you clean the linens and tidy my room - after our shower, of course.”

Rumble could scarcely believe his ears. He’d been under Hoity’s care for less than a week, yet they’d already fucked twice and they were about to start sleeping together. Plastering himself to the stud’s side, overjoyed with the proposition, he beamed up at the hulking stud.

“Of course I will,” he exclaimed, his voice still shaky and uneven.

Hoity slowed, cocking an eyebrow at the femcolt. “Of course what…”

“Of course, Daddy…”