The door’s bell jingled and Rumble reflexively turned towards the entrance. “Good afternoon, how may I…”

He trailed off, spying the absolutely stunning creature sauntering into the shop. Tall and slender, with a turquoise coat and fiery mane, the unicorn who entered was positively beautiful - so much so that he was left stunned. Bedecked in a violet dress, as well as a small, decorative saddle on her back, she looked in his direction, doubtlessly noticed his awestruck expression, and demurely smiled.

“How may you…?” she let the question hang, looking the little apprentice over.

Rumble shook his head, only just remembering his manners. “How can I help you, Ma’am?”

“I was wondering if Hoity was in, and there’s no need to be so formal,” she snickered, trotting over and extending a forehoof. “My name is Sassy -”

“Saddles,” Hoity concluded, appearing from the back of the shop, “as I live and breathe.” Swiftly walking over to her, he quickly snagged her in an affectionate hug. “I’m so glad you could make it. Have you met my newest assistant?”

“We were in the midst of introducing ourselves,” she giggled, glancing over at the pegasus. “You must be Rumble.”

“I…” Rumble swallowed hard, doing his best to process everything that was happening.

Being introduced to a strikingly beautiful and exceptionally well-dressed mare was one thing, but discovering that she had already heard of him, and that she was apparently well acquainted with his employer, threw him for a loop. It shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise that his boss had friends, yet this was his first time actually meeting one of them. Smiling to himself, he moved closer and dipped his head.

“You got me, I’m Rumble,” he snickered. “I just hope you haven’t heard anything too bad about me.”

Released from the embrace, all but towering over the relatively short pegasus, Sassy looked the young pony over. “I’ll say, he is adorable.”

“Remind you of old times?” Hoisty chuckled. Moving to the unicorn’s side, he nonchalantly caressed her flank. “Rumble, would you go and lock up? It would hardly be fair to anypony if we don’t properly entertain our guest.”

“Yes, D -” Rumble clamped his lips shut, only barely stopping himself. “Yes, Sir.”

Hoity peaked a brow, lowering his head to peer at his assistant from over his signature sunglasses. “Yes, what?”

Rumble’s eyes flicked between his Daddy and their visitor, suddenly finding himself between a rock and a hard place. Pet names in private were one thing, but to openly call the large, domineering stallion something that scandalous in front of another gave him a moment for pause. On one hoof, the last thing he wanted to do was to disappoint his host - on the other, he had no way of knowing how their svelte guest would react.

“Yes,” he began, summoning his courage, “Daddy…”

“And so well trained already!” Sassy chirped, springing forward and surprising the pegasus with a hug.

“Quite,” Hoity smugly intoned, proudly grinning down at his aide made lover. “How long did it take to break you? A month and a half? Two months?”

“Please,” the unicorn lightheartedly countered, rolling her eyes. “It took less than a month, and you know it.”

“Wait wait wait,” Rumble blurted, utterly overwhelmed by the influx of information. “Just what kind of relationship do you two have - I mean, if it’s alright that I ask.”

“Sassy here is my former protege - isn’t that right?” the couture explained, prompting a nod from the willowy pony. “And in case you were wondering - show him, Sassy,” he added. With a curt not, Sassy obediently turned, flagged her tail to the side, and spread her hind legs.

Rumble had been taken aback by just how attractive she was, but his jaw practically hit the floor when he saw her backside. Nestled between her thighs was a ripe pair of nuts, the fleshy folds of a sheath, and nary a trace of marehood. Taken aback by the sight, grappling with the wholly unexpected revelation, he took a small step back.

“You’re a stallion?” he asked.

“No,” Hoity corrected, bringing his muzzle to the side of her shapely rump, “she is a mare - just as you are my mare.”

The flustered look on the little pegasus’ face was priceless, causing the corners of his lips to turn up. For all intents and purposes, Sassy was his finest work. His former assistant had become exceedingly feminine, in both appearance and demeanor, embracing the role she was destined for. Keeping his eyes glued to his assistant, he drew his hoof up the unicorn’s thigh.

“You do know that I could do the same to you,” he purred, stepping towards the stricken pegasus. “With the proper diet, the right kinds of exercise, and maybe a helping-hooffull of potions, I’m sure you’d develop into quite the alluring creature - that is to say, if you’d like to…”

Biting his lip, feeling his heart skip a beat, Rumble uselessly flapped his jaw. He’d absolutely loved being used and abused by the domineering stallion, but the notion of metamorphosing into something so gorgeous. Looking between his host and their visitor, seeing her smirking back at him, his growing erection peeked from his sheath.

“I’ll take that as a firm maybe,” Hoity whispered, lowering his head and peeking at the lad’s loins. “Sassy, Darling, perhaps you could help convince him.”

“It would be my pleasure, Daddy,” she reverently murmured.

Steadily wheeling around, she smoothly stepped forward, lifted a forehoof to Rumble’s chin, lifted his head, and passionately locked lips with her young replacement. He stiffened, yet didn’t shy away, as his wings flapped and adjusted on his back. Seconds passed, and his tension gradually bled away, before she pulled back, leaving a strand of saliva connecting them.

“H...holy cow,” Rumble sputtered, staring into her heavily lidded, golden eyes.

Though he couldn’t quite articulate how he felt, he was absolutely smitten with the idea of both being or being with the charming mare. The thought of being like her, femine and sensual to a fault, was enough to send his mind reeling. He’d been happy enough to serve his Daddy, all but swearing off any stallion who couldn’t rival his masculinity, but changing himself to better suit his budding self.

“Still not enough?” Hoity pressed.

He knew he’d taken his protege completely off guard, keeping him on the backhoof and unable to think - then again, that was part of his plan. His pint-sized assistant had the potential to become as or more alluring than his former apprentice - as such, he’d put a little plan into motion. He already had Rumble on the hook, fanning the flames of the lad’s lust with gusto, so it was time to take the next step.

Turning away, leisurely walking towards the back of the shop, he waved a forehoof over his shoulder. “Shall we continue this upstairs? After all, we simply must entertain our guest.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Sassy and Rumble replied in unison.

Grinning at one another, blushing from the tandem response, the pair quickly parted ways. While Sassy briskly cantered after the stud, Rumble scampered to the entrance. Regardless of what happened next, whether they simply talked or did something a bit more adventurous, they couldn’t leave the business appearing as though it was open.

Locking the front door, pulling the blinds, and changing the sign to ‘Closed’, Rumble steadily made his way to the stairwell behind the counter.

Realizing he had precious little time, having led Sassy to his bedroom, Hoity snatched up a bottle of lube from his dresser. Presentation was everything, and this time was no different. Talking to Rumble, giving him a peek at what his future may hold, was one thing, but allowing him to get an eyeful would really do the trick. Tossing the small vial to the unicorn, seeing her catch it in her magical grip, he grinned.

“I presume you’ve already prepared for our afternoon?” he inquired. She immediately dipped her head, affirming that she was just as well behaved as she used to be. “Good mare - now then, be a dear and present yourself on the bed for me.”

“Of course, Daddy,” Sassy softly replied.

After disrobing, she climbed onto the mattress and levitated the bottle beside herself. She always had been an obedient little thing, taking to his tutelage like a fish to water, and he’d enjoyed crafting her into the erotic little thing she was today - that said, he knew she had her own aspirations and ambitions. Once his apprenticeship was done with her, he’d given her his blessing and sent her on her merry way.

Easing himself up, seeing her lean forward and press her deliciously flat chest to the mattress, Hoity licked his lips. Even if she wasn’t as small or tight as his new protege, he wasn’t about to skip the opportunity to sample her goods - after all, he needed to ensure her technique wasn’t lacking. Allowing her to drizzle the lube into the cleft of her rump, he trotted up behind her, reared back, and locked his forelegs over her hips.

With his bedroom door ajar, knowing his young pupil would soon come looking for them, he gradually drove his rigid stallionhood to and into Sassy’s glistening pucker. The warm embrace of her depths was just as pleasant as he remembered, as was her lilting groan, yet the best was yet to come. Hearing the sound of approaching footfalls, he fell into a steady rhythm and began rutting the mare in earnest.

Reaching the second floor, Rumble moved down the central hallway and towards the living room. He couldn’t wait to hear more about Sassy, or maybe have her share a few tips about pleasing stallions, and his excitement mounted because of it. As he passed his host’s bedroom, hearing a subtle noise from within, he paused, stepped back, and peeked through the door. The sight that greeted him was one of the hottest things he’d ever seen.

With her back turned to the exit, being slowly railed by Hoity, Sassy rested in a face down, ass up position atop the bed. The contrast of the large earth pony on her, practically dwarfing her delicate frame, sent his pulse racing - not just because it was arousing as all get-out, but because he was a bit jealous that she was the one getting railed. Lingering just outside the doorway, wondering if he should intrude, he noticed all too late that his employer was peering over at him.

“Rumble, just in time,” Hoity coolly remarked, pausing to motion the pegasus closer, “put yourself to use.”

Creeping inside, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing, the little apprentice watched the stud brace his hind legs. With his tail flung to the side, exposing the muscular, rhythmically pounding cheeks of his behind, realization came to him. Since he had no interest in topping anypony, there was certainly one thing Rumble could do.

Flitting up to the bed, directly behind his employer, he leaned in and eagerly jammed his muzzle against his Daddy’s backside. Rimming the hulking earth pony was normally an easy task, but eating the ass of somepony while they were fucking made things a bit more tricky. Doing his best to get the rhythm down, mopping his stud’s sweaty taint and winking backdoor, he moaned into the stallion’s rear.

Even if he wasn’t the one getting plowed, he wasn’t about to complain about getting to worship a paragon of masculinity. The taste of sweat and musk washed over his palate, the juxtaposed effeminate whimpers and deep grunts filled his ears, and the intoxicating aroma of his stud’s loins set his heart fluttering. Already fully erect, slapping his comparably diminutive prick against his belly, he sank his tongue into his Daddy’s backdoor.

Hoity contentedly hummed, as his bucking hips incrementally picked up speed. Playing with one femcolt was amazing, but having two in his bed was an exceptionally rare treat. Adjusting the depth of his thrusts, simultaneously destroying Sassy’s tender p-spot while aggressively grinding his ass against Rumble’s snout, he fought to wrangle both the needy little strumpets.

He’d alway fancied himself as a mentor of sorts, having always had a weakness for marish femcolts, so he’d devoted a large swathe of his adult life training bottoms. Educating submissive males on sexual technique and attire was easy enough, but reforming the way they spoke, acted, and thought was a bit trickier. Once he had properly molded somepony into the ultimate sissy, they were beyond reproach.

“H...harder, Daddy,” Sassy stammered, rocking back to meet his thrusts.

“Have you been a good little mare for Daddy?” he asked, lovingly draping himself over her. “I trust you’ve found yourself a proper stallion to please?”

“Y...yes,” she shakily replied, “b...but nopony will ever replace you, Daddy.”

Giving a particularly harsh plunge, practically bottoming out in her, Hoity snicker. “Good…”

Able to do little more than listen, while polishing his stud’s pounding backside, Rumble’s arousal grew tinged with envy. Though he definitely didn’t want to stop, relishing the knowledge that he was serving someone infinitely superior to himself, the odd mix of emotions left him at a loss. He honestly couldn’t say if he was being cucked, seeing as how he and his host had never agreed upon any sort of relationship, but he desperately wished he was in their guest’s place.

“I trust you’re not touching yourself back there,” Hoity tutted. “Good mares only touch themselves once they’ve been given permission.”

Rumble froze, his wing mere inches from his throbbing length. Be darned if he could explain how his stud had known that he was about to stroke himself off, but he’d been called out all the same. Reluctantly withdrawing the feathered appendage, continuing to feast upon his Daddy’s tush, he closed his eyes and silently prayed for the attention he deserved.

Mechanically pounding into Sassy, feeling her shiver beneath him, he forced himself to slow. He had every intention of letting her cum, but edging her and making her a bit more needy would serve his purposes for the time being. Grinding to a halt, ready to move to the next phase, he cleared his throat and drew the pair’s attention.

“That’s enough, Rumble,” he noted, feeling the lad’s tongue part from his rear.

Seeing the small pegasus step to the side, out of the way, he stepped back and dismounted. As his stallionhood slid free, hauled from the unicorn’s confines, she stifled a groan. Obeying her previous order, not moving a muscle, she loyally awaited his next command. She really was a fine piece of work, easily his magnum opus, but every masterpiece can be eclipsed.

“Come here,” he whispered, motioning his protege closer. As the pegasus crept towards him, glancing between his face and the unicorn’s upturned rear, he nodded to Sassy’s rump. “Quite the sight, isn’t it?”

Rumble recently nodded, eyeing the deliciously plump and pronounced pucker before him. He’d already noticed his backdoor changing a bit, looking a bit more swollen than it used to, yet he could have never imagined he may end up that well developed. Sassy’s donut was more of a pussy than anything, having been forged into an instrument to deliver and receive pleasure, and his comparatively small anus excitedly winked at the thought of becoming one.

“You’d like one like that, wouldn’t you?” Hoity hummed. “Walking around with a jeweled plug, or possibly getting a small piercing on your rim - I’m sure it would be exhilarating to have stallions hungrily looking at you, ravishing you with their eyes.”

“Y...yeah,” Rumble muttered.

“You will soon enough - for now, Sassy,” the stud huffed, prompting the mare to raise her head. “Come and clean Rumble off for me; I believe he’s drooling on my bed.”

Rumble hadn’t even realized what his host was talking about, until he turned his head and looked back at himself. His colthood pulsed in tune with his heartbeat, slavering pre-cum to the sheets below. He knew he’d been worked up, especially after taking part in an unexpected threesome, but he would never have guessed he was that worked up. Nonplussed, noticing his employer step towards the head of the bed, he totally forgot about his Daddy’s last order.

Without skipping beat, Sassy shot to his side, slipped her head under him, and wrapped her pouting lips around his cock. The move had been fast and almost preternaturally precise, like a striking serpent, and landed before the lad could react. Humming around him, mopping the pre-cum from his shaft, she smeared her lightly colored lipstick over his dark flesh.

He gasped, caught unprepared for the heavenly sensation of her soft lips and skillful tongue. The most he’d ever gotten from anypony was a hoofjob, and he’d almost entirely forgotten about his prick while under his Daddy’s care, so the oral affection felt downright heavenly. Spontaneously bucking into her face, filling her muzzle with his meager length, his eyelids fluttered.

“I told you she was good,” Hoity snickered, hearing the muted sound of bliss.

Lowering himself to the mattress, just beneath the headboard, he rolled to his back and enjoyed the show. He genuinely believed that bottoms, while they should derive most of their pleasure from serving their betters, were more than free to have their own pathetic little stallionhoods played with from time to time. As he lowered one foreleg, nonchalantly stroking himself off, he watched his former student blow his current pupil.

“Sassy,” he began, watching her movements grow increasingly enthusiastic, “you’re not going to bring him to finish, are you?”

Instantly withdrawing, licking salty pre from her lips, she shook her head. “No, Daddy, of course not.”

“Good,” Hoity huffed. “I know you mares can get a bit over-eager, so I just wanted to give you a little reminder. When he cums, he’ll be riding a real stallion.”

Gnawing his lip, coming to terms with the fact that the fellatio wouldn’t do more than edge him, Rumble’s eyes wandered to the pillar-like stallionhood standing at his host’s groin. A part of him was a bit annoyed that he wasn’t going to be able to unload in Sassy’s lovely muzzle, but a much larger, subservient part of him pined to be impaled upon his stud’s towering cock. Seizing the initiative, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to be able to cum without having Hoity’s cock in his ass, he reached down and gently pushed the unicorn away.

“Here,” Sassy whispered, shaking him from his stupor, “you’ll be needing this…”

As the bottle of lube came into view, his backdoor reflexively clenched. He knew what was expected of him, seeing his Daddy’s stallionhood practically begging to be sheathed in a needy hole, and he was certainly going to oblige. Trotting up the bed, moving between Hoity’s outstretched hind legs, he peeked over at Sassy.

“Would you?” he breathed, lifting his tail and flicking it to the side.

Grinning from ear to ear, she nodded and floated the lube towards his tush. Though she was cut of the same cloth as him, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit embarrassed in front of her. While she’d doubtlessly done all sorts of depraved deeds in front of others, he’d only ever debased himself in front of his Daddy. Holding still, while the bottle’s top was pressed to his behind, he felt the cool, slick liquid squirt inside his backside.

Having passed the point of no return, with his unease being eclipsed by his excitement, he nodded his thanks and proceeded towards the awaiting stallion. It was his purpose to serve, to please actual studs, even though it was a relatively recent revelation. Stepping over Hoity’s waist, feeling the colossal dick grind against his package, he straddled his lover.

“Such a good mare,” Hoity murmured, seeing a blush creep into the lad’s cheeks. “You like when I call you that, don’t you? It’s quite alright, there’s nothing to feel ashamed of.”

“Y...yeah,” the diminutive femcolt croaked, avoiding eye contact.

Smiling to himself, Hoity drew his hoof under his apprentice’s chin. “Good. Now that you’ve been honest, my little mare, Daddy is awfully pent up, so why don’t you - Atta girl.”

He hadn’t even needed to finish speaking, before the tyke began lowering his hips. Unlike Sassy, who’s pussy was far more broken in, Rumble’s ass was still delectably tight. Content to wait, he savored the salacious show - sure, it was a sight he’d enjoyed on several occasions during the lad’s stay, but it was the first time they had an audience. Flexing his cock, causing it to scrape against the pegasus’ prostate, he grinned all the more.

Taking his time, relishing every vascular inch of monolithic cock sinking into him, Rumble shuddered. Regardless of how many times he experienced the amazing sensation of having his insides rearranged, he never tired of it - if anything, he’d grown addicted to the feeling. Continuing his descent, with his pucker only yielding the slightest resistance to his stud’s girthy medial ring, he only stopped once he’d sheathed himself on his stallion.

“What do we say?” Hoity mused, playfully bucking his hips.

Pressing his hooves to either side of his host’s broad chest, Rumble seized the initiative. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Raising his waist, freeing the lower third of his sire’s length, he started to bounce. Though it was rare for him to take the lead, and rarer still to ride his Daddy, he relished the control it gave him. The speed and depth of the plunges lie in his hooves, allowing him to hone his skill at working the Hoity’s magnificent dick - at least, for the time being.

Truth be told, fixating on the stud beneath him, he momentarily forgot about the third member of their little romp. It wasn’t until he felt something hot and wet against his stuffed hole did he crane his head and peer back. While he couldn’t see exactly what Sassy was doing, seeing as how she was bent over behind him, the slick sensation on his rim meant only one thing - she was putting her tongue to work.

Hoity slowly exhaled, reigning in his compulsion to start fucking. Sassy, being as well trained as she was, had entered the fray, kissing and mopping the action with her tongue. The added stimulation was almost enough to force his hoof, yet he bided his time. Once his little assistant was warmed up, he had something special in store.

Up, down, up, down - Rumble moved his body like a well oiled machine. His prick leaked cum onto the beefy stallion’s abdomen, seeping into the soft fur beneath him, but he didn’t once reach for himself. A proper mare only came when they were allowed, and he was very much a proper mare in the making. Relaxing on the plunges, while squeezing the fat length on his ascents, he milked his Daddy as best he could.

Minutes passed, as the trio grew increasingly heated. Sassy dutifully suckled Hoity’s thick, taut pucker, only occasionally stopping to lavish his taint or ripe balls.. If she minded her task, she gave no sign of it - merrily humming and groaning into the couture's rump without so much as touching herself. All the while, bucking and gyrating above her, Rumble rode the stud like a seasoned veteran.

“Dear,” Hoity began, immediately drawing Sassy’s attention, “would you mind giving Daddy a bit of attention?”

“I’d love to, Daddy,” she gleefully responded.

Lowering herself to the mattress, abandoning his pistoning cock, she shoved her snout between his muscular glutes. He knew that having one’s ass eaten wasn’t a universally loved experience, but he adored it; not only did it feel fantastic, but it further cemented the difference between one’s sub and one’s self. A little mare’s purpose was to serve their top, in every conceivable way, and that included degrading themselves.

With one femcolt making out with his rear, and the other working his length, he braced his hind legs and started thrusting. Both Rumble and Sassy were exquisite, even if the former still had much to learn, and they both deserved a bit of a reward - a reward he had every intention of delivering. Looking up to the tiny pegasus, he lifted his head.

“Give Daddy some lovin’…”

The small request made Rumble swoon, as he lowered his muzzle, closed his eyes and locked lips with his mate. Feeling the strong, muscular tongue worm into his muzzle, his strength fled him. He never would have assumed his life would become what it had, devoting himself to strong, domineering stallions, but he had no regrets. While their kiss deepened, the balance of power shifted.

Hoity lifted and extended his forelegs, grabbing hold of the pegasus’ waist, as he rhythmically drove his hips upward. Rumble’s effeminate groans and whimpers were as refreshing as ever, adding yet another sinful element to the hedonistic scene. Gradually increasing his pace, feeling his diminutive mate’s pre dripping on his belly, he cleared his throat.

Upon hearing the innocuous noise, Sassy withdrew, lifted her head, and peered up at him. Seeing the inquisitive, docile look on her face, an idea struck him from the blue. Since he did have two beautiful creatures at his disposal, and having only one cock at his disposal, he couldn’t rut both of them at the same time, yet nothing was stopping them from fucking one another as well.

Turning his head to the side, breaking the kiss, he leaned forward and grabbed Rumble’s behind. “Sassy, care to join me?”

“Oh yes please,” she chirped, pushing herself up.

Rumble had been steadily growing closer and closer to his limit, feeling the telltale signs of release getting stronger with each thrust, but all that came to an end when he heard the brief exchange. Managing Hoity’s massive stallionhood could be difficult enough as it was, so he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle having a second dick crammed into himself. Peeking pack, just as Sassy reared up and draped her forehooves on his shoulders, he gulped.

“Deep breath,” Hoity muttered, nodding to Sassy.

There was nothing Rumble could do, no way he could possibly escape, as he felt the second, albeit significantly smaller cock-head press against his stretched hole. Remembering his first hooffull of times with Hoity, and how challenging they’d been, he drew from what little experience he had. Taking a deep breath, holding it for a moment, then slowly exhaling, he did everything he could to relax himself.

The pressure gradually mounted on his pucker, growing nearly unbearable, before it finally happened. Sassy’s slender length plunged into him, stretching his confines all the more, as it pressed against his stud’s monstrous shaft. The abject sensation of fullness, coupled with the sheer intensity and shock of it all overloaded his senses, drove him to climax on the spot.

Mewling aloud, gushing his watery seed over Hoity’s abdomen and chest, he met his climactic end. He hadn’t even felt like he was close to finishing, yet having two cocks in his ass was too much to bear. Panting out, only just able to keep himself from collapsing, he wearily peered down at his host.

“How unprofessional,” Hoity clucked, feigning disdain. “Sassy, shall we show this uncouth little mare a bit of manners?”

She nodded vigorously, apparently more than ready to begin. “Yes, Daddy.”

Flashing a wolfish smirk up at the Pegasus, Hoity truly began to fuck. He wasn’t really upset with the lad, having anticipated a spontaneous orgasm, but he wasn’t about to tell his apprentice that. Every thrust was faster and harder than the last, with Sassy’s plunges alternating with his own, as he plowed the pegasus atop him.

Having just cum, barely able to move, Rumble’s world was rocked to the core. The sensation of having two dicks sawing into him was unimaginable, beyond words, and it left him speechless. Spunk and pre-cum oozed from his limp, bouncing colthood, as his whimpers and moans cut through the air.

Seeing Rumble’s eyes roll back, Hoity’s passion soared. There were moments for everypony that would never leave them, often times of revelation or some earth-shattering event, and he was determined to make sure that evening was one for his apprentice. Holding the lad steady, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to be able to last long himself, he unleashed his full carnal might.

Sassy’s enthusiasm mirrored his own, bucking her hips as hard and as fast as she could. Though she wasn’t by any means a top, her slender stallionhood was just one more tool that she could use in the bedroom. Kissing and licking her way up the pegasus’ neck, she whispered sweet, sinful promises into his ear.

Unfortunately, the edging, excitement, and forcing his protege to instantly cum proved too much for Hoity. Hearing Sassy’s effete, orgasmic cry, feeling her flare scraping against his shaft, he reached his limit. His length throbbed in tune with his thundering heart, his balls snuggled up to his groin, and the first shot of his seed surged through his stallionhood.

Still suffering the throes of rapture, nowhere close to having recovered, the near-tandem climaxes of Sassy and Hoity utterly undid him. His eyes rolled wildly, saliva dangled from his chin, and he came so hard that his mind all but shattered. The sheer magnitude of ecstasy coursing through him was unbelievable, overwhelming his senses and thrusting him into a tumultuous, nirvanic maelstrom.

Time lost all meaning, he was only vaguely aware of his surroundings, and he weaved in and out of consciousness. Though he couldn’t tell how long he’d stayed atop his large lover, he eventually found himself lying on the mattress. Feeling something wet slap his cheek, sluggishly cracking an eye, he spied Hoity looming over him.

The realization that the stud’s cock was draped on his face triggered his muscle memory, leading him to suckle and lick the spunk from his Daddy’s semi-rigid length. Some part of him knew Sassy was behind him, enthusiastically lapping at the seed leaking from his gaped hole, but that wasn’t important; the only thing that mattered was pleasing his master.

The corners of Hoity’s lips turned up, watching the femcolt clean him. It was more than obvious that the little pegasus wished to finish his training, and he was going to fulfill the lad’s wish. It would be a long and arduous process, sculpting the femcolt’s mind and body, but the rewards would be worth it.

“Daddy has big plans for you…”