Lounging within the lobby of the Mareiotte Hotel, doing his best to play it cool, Rumble glanced over to the elevator. The afternoon had played out perfectly so far, with all the pieces steadily falling into place, yet that was no guarantee of success - not by a long shot. Seeing a pair of unfamiliar ponies exit the lift, he lowered his head and sighed.

He’d been staying in Manehattan for the better part of six months, living with and under the tutelage of his employer Hoity Toity, and he’d changed both inside and out. A careful diet and specially selected exercise regiment had transformed him from a slender little stallion into a curvy, graceful, head-turning femcolt, and he’d only recently felt confident enough with his look and skill to pull off his magnum opus.

He hadn’t seen his brother since he’d left Ponyville, but that was only one of the reasons he’d invited Thunderlane to come and visit. Months prior, before he’d met his domineering Daddy of a host, he’d never thought of his sibling in a depraved light, but things were different now. His appreciation for tall, strong, masculine stallions had reached a fevered pitch, fueled by Hoity’s ministrations, and there weren’t many stallions bigger or stronger than his big brother.

Thunderlane was and always had been nearly twice his size, powerfully built, and held a commanding presence, which were exactly the aspects he sought out in a stud. While he couldn’t quite put his hoof on exactly when or how he’d started dwelling on his sibling, he’d found himself thinking about his brother more and more often as of late. In and of itself, missing his bro wouldn’t have been anything particularly peculiar, yet that was the problem - his thoughts had been anything but wholesome.

There had been times when he imagined it was Thunder railing him out, breeding his ass and making him howl in delight, while he’d been getting fucked by Hoity. He’d had every intention of keeping his budding incestuous interests to himself, yet he’d made the mistake of whimpering his brother’s name one evening as he was serving his host. After reluctantly admitting his depraved fantasy to his Daddy, he was presented with a notion that was as simple as it was sinful - why not invite Thunderlane to visit?

And so he’d begun to scheme. The first step had been to purchase a train ticket from Ponyville to Manehattan, book a room at the Mareiotte, and extend an invitation to his brother. Thunder enthusiastically accepted the offer straight away, and had been both proud and moved by having his trip and lodgings paid for, but that had been the easy part. Knowing he’d be seeing his sibling in less than a week, he’d spent every minute of his waking time refining his look and honing his skill.

Any stallion could don a dress and parade themselves as a mare, but to really pull it off took a profound amount of dedication and practice. Knowing how to dress, having an elegant gate, and being able to adorn oneself with makeup were all part of the package, as was being demure and genteel. Fortunately for him, Hoity had been more than helpful with his practice.

For the better part of two months, he’d lived his life as a mare. He wore dresses and skirts on and off the clock, routinely anointed himself with cosmetics, and he’d retrained himself to trot in a feminine fashion. By the time Thunder had been set to arrive, he felt more than ready to enact his scandalous plan. Peering over at the window, he looked at his reflection and grinned.

His once short mane had grown out by several inches and had been neatly styled over one eye, a form-fitting cocktail dress clung to his svelte frame, and his full, pouting lips had been painted a vivid amethyst. He looked nothing like his former self, a fact which had been evident when Thunder had checked in, noticed him, and smiled in his direction. While he hadn’t done anything at the time, simply giving a coy grin and wave of acknowledgement, he’d been overjoyed that his disguise had worked flawlessly.

Hearing the elevator chime, he snapped from his reverie and looked over to the lift. As a dark, hulking stallion stepped into the lobby, his heart skipped a beat. Like it or not, it was time to act. Slipping from the sofa, he casually sauntered towards his brother. Though everything had gone smoothly so far, he was about to face his biggest obstacle.

Intercepting his sibling at the door, he caught the stallion’s eye. “Hi - um - do you have a second?”

“Sure,” Thunder paused, turning to face the cute little mare, “how can I help you?”

He’d spotted her shortly after he arrived, lounging on one of the sofas in the lobby, but he hadn’t expected her to be there when he came downstairs to trot to Hoity’s shop - that said, he wasn’t about to complain. She was exceptionally small, looked relatively young looking, and quite attractive, scoring her multiple points in his book and immediately catching his interest. Stepping away from the door, motioning for her to follow, he quietly waited to hear what she had to say.

“This is a little embarrassing, but do you know any good places to eat around here?” Rumble asked, feeling his cheeks darken.

Actually talking to his big bro was far more difficult than he’d initially thought, though that may have worked in his favor. His blush and timid demeanor weren’t staged in the slightest, adding a decidedly real element to the encounter, but he wasn’t deterred - not after all the time and effort he’d put into his ploy. Summoning his courage to look into the stallion’s eyes, he lifted his head and peered up at his brother.

“Well,” Thunder began, averting his gaze from the adorable mare’s face, “I’m not from town, but I did pass a little bistro on my way in. I’m not sure how good they are, but something in there was smelling pretty nice!”

He knew Rumble was waiting for him, though the invitation he’d received had mentioned that his little brother wouldn’t be off work until nine that night, giving him nearly three hours to kill. While he had intended to walk around town to see the sights, the prospect of spending a bit of time with the adorable stranger was more appealing than simply meandering around by his lonesome. Smiling down at his newfound acquaintance, he motioned towards the exit.

“If you’re not doing anything, would you like to join me for a bite?” he inquired.

Rumble grinned from ear to ear, as he extended his hoof towards the stud. “I’d be delighted. By the way, I’m Stunner.”

“Thunder,” the hulking stud intoned, shaking the sylphlike mare’s dainty hoof. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

With Thunderlane leading the way, moving just ahead and to the side of his little brother, the pair made their leave and moved down the sidewalk. Though the elder sibling was woefully ignorant to whom his companion was, blissfully unaware that he was being accompanied by Rumble, he was pleased to have some company for the afternoon. As they steadily made their way to the cafe, the subtle game of courtship began to unfold.

The following two hours went exceptionally well, with the pair chatting, joking, and learning about one another - of course, Rumble had to feign ignorance of Thunder’s life, as well as spinning a yarn on his alter ego’s backstory and past, but he found himself growing increasingly comfortable with the charade. Barely touching the light meals and teas they’d ordered for themselves, ensconced in their conversation with one another, the time practically flew by. Bathed in the warm hues of sunset, relaxing at one of the window-side tables, their conversation took a personal turn.

“So, I have to ask,” Rumble hummed, swirling his partially emptied cup in one hoof, “do you have a special somepony?”

Thunder paused and went flush, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can’t say I do, no.”

“Me neither,” the disguised femcolt murmured, hanging his head. “Maybe someday I’ll be able to find a nice stallion like yourself…”

“Well, if you’re not doing anything later, would you like to hang out tonight?” the large pegasus asked, sheepishly smiling to himself. “I definitely wouldn’t mind getting to know you a bit better.”

Mirroring his brother’s grin, Rumble nodded. “I’d like that a lot. It’s not every day I stumble upon a gentlecolt as charming and good looking as you - if you don’t mind me saying so.”

Seizing the moment, he reached out and rested a hoof on his brother’s foreleg. While it may have been a bit brazen, he decided to push the envelope. Being familiar with Thunder’s love-life, or lack thereof, gave him an edge he would be sure to exploit. Catching his sibling unawares, he shot forward, leaned across the table, and pecked the stricken stud’s cheek. Be darned if was going to pull any punches with the big guy - that was until he’d gotten just what he wanted.

“W...well, I should probably get going for now,” Thunder sputtered, glancing up at a clock above the counter. “I’m going to be visiting my little brother soon and I should swing by my room before I head out.”

“I hope you don’t mind me walking back with you, since we seem to be sharing the same hotel,” Rumble giggled, batting his eyes.

Sliding out of his seat and stepping over to his guest, the titanic stallion offered his hoof. “Of course I wouldn’t mind escorting a cutie back to her room,” he noted, helping her to her hooves.

The pair paused and stared at one another, before looking away and trotting towards the exit. Their return trip to the hotel was done in relative silence, though their thoughts lingered on one another. While Thunder considered how he could best court the young mare, wondering if it would be out of turn to take her on a proper date, Rumble mused on how difficult it would be to cross his next hurdle.

Surreptitiously seducing his sibling had been vastly simpler than he’d originally assumed, yet doing anything lecherous would present the biggest obstacle - the fact that he was in fact a stallion. If or when they did get intimate, he had little doubt that Thunder would notice his meager endowment, which very well may bring the entire affair to a screeching halt - that said, it wasn’t by any means a guarantee of failure. A stallion’s judgement could and oftentimes would get clouded by lust, if they got worked up enough, and he had every intention of getting his brother very, very worked up.

Trotting through the hotel lobby, staying close to his brother’s side, he moved to and into the elevator. The next phase of his plan would be pivotal, either making or breaking his scheme entirely, so he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and relaxed himself. Everything up to that point had gone off without a hitch, and he couldn’t afford to make a misstep.

Listing slightly, he pressed his side to Thunder and heavily sighed. “Thank you for the company.”

Drawing a breath through his nose, only then detecting the subtle yet alluring aroma of her perfume, Thunder stiffened. “I...it was my pleasure,” he replied, pressing the button for his floor.

He could hardly believe his luck; not only had he met a very attractive mare, but she genuinely seemed to be interested in him. Resting more of his weight against her, turning his head to the side, he brought his face closer to hers. Seeing as how she’d been bold enough to give him a little kiss at the cafe, he couldn’t help but return the favor.

Giving her a small peck on the brow, he withdrew and stared into her eyes. There was something oddly familiar about her, though he couldn’t quite place it and wasn’t willing to ask. Perhaps he’d seen her at one of the Wonderbolt shows he had performed at, or maybe she’d passed through Ponyville at one point - regardless, he couldn’t shake a vague sense of familiarity about her. Remaining motionless, seeing her head creeping forward, he found his kiss repaid with dividends.

Rumble closed his eyes and stifled a groan, pressing his lips to hulking stud’s. Simply kissing anypony in a public place would have been spicy enough, but the taboo of making out with his brother elevated the experience by leaps and bounds. Testing his luck, already feeling his miniscule endowment struggling against his panties, he pressed his tongue into the Thunder’s mouth. Even if things did go belly-up, at least he could say he’d successfully smooched a straight stallion.

Much to his pleasant and unexpected surprise, his sibling almost immediately reciprocated. As the stallion’s thick, powerful tongue pressed past his lips, his eyelids fluttered. Emboldened and more than a little turned on, he pressed forward and moaned. Far be it for him to put an end to the passionate exchange, lest he risk putting an end to the escalation.

The elevator chimed and the doors steadily opened, yet neither of them stopped frenching - unfortunately for them both, the sound of a clearing throat ruined the moment. Pulling away from one another, the two turned in unison and found a mother and child lingering just outside the lift. Glowing crimson, they awkwardly excused themselves and hurried down the hallway.

“So - uh -” Thunder faltered, peeking over at his company, “any plans for this evening?”

“Aside from spending some more time with you,” Rumble cooed, drawing a hoof up his sibling’s flank.

Situated where he was, beside and slightly to the rear of his brother, he had a perfect view of the stud’s loins. Spying the semi-flaccid, coal-black length beneath his date set his heart fluttering. He’d realized that Thunder had been enjoying himself, but he hadn’t anticipated that his sibling would already be getting wood. As he tore his eyes off the impressive cock, wondering just how well-endowed the beefcake was, he looked up to the stallion’s face and froze.

Thunder slowed, having spotted the little mare eyeing his goods. He had intended on simply seeing her off and meeting again with her later, but the sudden, pointedly erotic turn gave him a moment for pause. Given how long it had been since he’d experienced any sort of intimacy, and having a somepony who clearly knew what she wanted, his typical inhibitions gave way to his mounting passion.

Mutely standing in the hallway, the duo each waited for the other to make a move. They both silently hoped that things would continue to unfold, having gone from just meeting to hotly kissing in a mere afternoon, yet there was a bit of reluctance on how to proceed. Spurred by his arousal and success thus far, Rumble struck first.

“Didn’t you say you’ve got to meet your brother?” he softly inquired.

Squatting down slightly, grinning all the wider, Thunder brought himself to her eye-level. “I might have about an hour, why?”

“Well,” Rumble purred, drawing his tongue over his lips, “you think that’s enough time to pick up where we left off in the elevator?”

The colossal stallion reared back and beamed, smoothly slipping a wing into his shoulder bag to retrieve the key to his room. Though Rumble was surely looking forward to seeing him, he couldn’t bring himself to turn down the opportunity for a bit of amorous action. Considering he may never see her again, after he returned home, he saw no harm in indulging in a fling.

Without saying a word, turning in the direction of his room, he coolly folded a wing over her shoulder and trotted towards his door. If she wanted to continue what they’d started, he’d be more than happy to oblige her. Seeing himself inside, slid the feathered appendage to her hind quarters and gave her a squeeze.

With the game well and thoroughly ahoof, Rumble had to keep himself from snickering. Unlike his brother, who’d only just worked up the nerve to cop a feel, he wasn’t one to play coy. Arching his back and wiggling his tush, he took off the gloves and abandoned the coy act.

“I wasn’t going to say anything earlier, but you surprised me,” he began, caressing the stud’s cheek with a forehoof.

Taken off guard by the comment, yet keeping his wing firmly planted on the mare’s rump, Thunder piqued a brow. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” the femcolt purred, craning his head to look at the stallion’s growing erection, “with a dick that big, I’m surprised you don’t have mares flinging themselves at you left and right.”

“Y...yeah,” the stud hesitantly remarked, looking back and down at his own equipment, “it is on the large side.”

Seeing the opening, Rumble went straight for the throat. “Mind if I get a better look?”

Taken aback by the request, Thunder felt his pulse quicken. Never in his life had he met a mare as forward as her - not that he was complaining. Withdrawing the feathered appendage and stepping away, creeping closer to the bed, he gave a small nod. If she wanted to help herself to his package, he wasn’t about to deny her.

As he hopped up and onto the mattress, lowering himself to the sheets, he rolled to his side and lifted his hind leg. “I’m not normally one to show off, but since you asked nicely…”

Rumble’s eyes went alight, as he gazed longingly at his brother’s equipment. It wasn’t like he’d ever tried to look at his sibling’s naughty bits, in spite of having lived Thunder for most of his life, but things were different now. Having fully embraced his role as a hopeless bottom and cock slut, the sight of such a magnificently presented and utterly immense stallionhood set his mouth watering.

Inching closer, feeling his ravenous pucker hungrily wink, he wiped a bead of drool creeping past his lips. Thunder wasn’t even fully hard, judging from the looks of it, and yet he was clearly as big or bigger than Hoity - which was saying a lot. Covered in dark, satiny flesh, with a prominent vein snaking along one side, there was only one word to describe the sinful appendage - perfect. Utterly transfixed by the colossal dick before him, ignoring his sibling’s reaction, he crawled onto the bed, brought his face to the stud’s ripe balls, and drew a deep breath.

The earthy, ambrosial scent of his musk flooded his sinuses, triggering the servile, bottom-bitch portions of his brain in an instant. His muscle memory leapt to the fore, as he drew his tongue over the thick flesh between Thunder’s sheath. Fully committing himself, licking his way up the massive, meaty pillar, he needily bucked his hips into the mattress.

The irony of the situation didn’t escape him; he’d grown up around his brother, saw him every day for most of his life, yet he’d never fully appreciated what the stud had to offer. A paragon of masculinity, impressively built, and with a drop-dead gorgeous body, his sibling was everything he could have wished for in a stallion, making him feel foolish for all the wasted opportunities he’d had. As he reached the profound huge, blunted cock-head, he adjusted his positioning and opened his maw.

His lips stretched around the gigantic tip, his backdoor angrily clenched, and his colthood smeared the interior of his panties with pre-cum, as he forced his head forward. Successfully throating the entirety of Thunder’s shaft would be a trial by any measure, yet his placement would make the task nearly impossible - still, he wasn’t about to throw in the towel. Reaching out with a hoof, gingerly pulling the stallionhood towards himself, he worked the length down his gullet.

“Oh buck,” Thunder groaned, watching his dick disappear into her snout.

While it wasn’t the first time he’d gotten a blowjob, it was hooves-down the fastest anypony had sucked him off - not that he was complaining. Peering down at her, seeing her look up at his face, his dick twitched in her throat. Whoever she was, she clearly knew what she was doing and held no reservations about lustful endeavors.

Slowly extending a wing to the back of her head, he gently pulled her to himself. The sight of her lips mopping his shaft and the sensation of her tongue massaging the sensitive underside of his length paired flawlessly, causing him to reflexively buck into her face. Though he hadn’t planned on choking her on his cock, the combination of his protracted dry-spell and her assertiveness proved to be a fatal mix.

Her hum of approval was cut short, as she gagged around him. Ordinarily speaking, he would have withdrawn and apologized, but seeing as how she’d been enthusiastic enough to suck him off less than a day after meeting him he couldn’t help himself. Hearing her sputter, fully expecting her to pull away, the unthinkable happened - she doubled down.

The excitement of having his brother take the lead was all the inspiration Rumble needed. Having become intimately familiar with his limits, knowing just how long he’d need before he had to take a breath, he jammed his head forward. Eyes locked on the stud’s groin, hell-bent on pressing his nose to Thunder’s crotch, his lips stretched around the medial ring.

He’d long since abandoned any desire to get himself off, instead taking gratification from serving real stallions. Hours before, when he’d gotten gussied up to intercept his sibling, he’d made sure to thoroughly clean and lubricate himself. With his ass thoroughly prepared for a pounding, having gone so far as to loosen himself up on one of his larger toys, he was in the final stretch; the last thing he needed to do was manage to get Thunder right to the tipping point.

Vehemently bobbing his head, feeling his throat bulge with the monstrous intrusion, his eyes began to water - not like that was going to stop him. At some point or another, having served under Hoity’s tutelage for months on end, he’d developed a bit of a masochistic penchant for being used. Propping himself on one foreleg, easing his chest to the bed, he tauntingly waggled his tush.

As Thunder’s eyes wandered to her succulent rear, he gnawed his bottom lip. Though her attire was relatively modest, the clinging garment left little to the imagination. A part of him was tempted to bring her ministrations to an end, if only to claim her properly, yet he stayed his hoof - at least for the time being. Taking a more relaxed stance, he relaxed and enjoyed the experience.

On and on she went, only slowing to take the occasional sip of air, as she pushed him to his limit. Curious as to how turned on she was, growing increasingly interested to sample her doubtlessly well-trained marehood, he found himself torn between watching her face and admiring her tush. As his endurance started to wane, nearing the threshold of no return, any choice he had on the matter was stripped away.

In the blink of an eye, without any warning whatsoever, Rumble pulled back and unsheathed the stud’s length from his esophagus. Though the signs had been subtle, consisting of little more than a slight throb in the massive stallionhood and a change in Thunder’s breathing, he knew his brother was close - as such, it was time to move to the final act. Steadily pushing himself up, he trotted past the reclined stud and towards the head of the bed.

Tamping down his fears, pulling a pillow beneath himself, he leaned forward, raised his hips, and flipped his tail to the side. Even if Thunder couldn’t see the bulge of his puny package, it wouldn’t be long until his secret was revealed. Twisting his head and looking back at the majestic stallion, he languidly pulled his dress up and over his behind. It was the final moment, there was no turning back, and all he could do was pray things worked in his favor.

Getting to his hooves, Thunder stood and inched closer to his guest. Her presentation was immaculate and everything he’d been hoping for. Reaching out and grabbing the waistband of her panties, he slowly drew the garment downward and revealed the supple cheeks of her rump. Her ass was positively exquisite, soft and plump, causing his stallionhood to twitch in anticipation.

As the undergarment passed her thighs, clearing her groin, he stopped dead. Where he’d fully expected to find a slavering, juicy marehood, he discovered a dainty coin purse and small, twitching prick. The sight was so startling that he genuinely didn’t know what to think, yet the facts spoke for themselves; he hadn’t been flirting and getting frisky with a mare at all - no, he’d been fooling around with a stallion.

“Just so you know,” Rumble cooed, affixing his brother with his heavily-lidded eyes, “it’s better than any pussy you’ve ever had…”

The not-so-subtle goading chipped away at Thunder’s reservations. His thoughts raced, as he hastily accessed the situation. The little mare - er - femcolt was pleasant company, had absolutely killer oral skills, and was a darn good kisser, leading him to believe that the sex would be stellar as well. Truth be told, he was having a hard time finding a reason not to fuck the harlot’s brain’s out.

It’s not like anypony would ever know he’d fucked a guy, since he was only going to be in Manehattan for a few days, and he could always deny having done anything gay - that was, if anyone ever questioned him about it. Glancing up at the femcolt’s ass, seeing the dark pucker invitingly wink at him, he reached his breaking point. In one smooth motion, he straightened up, reared back, and locked his forelegs over the sissy’s hips.

The sensation of the stud’s weight on his back was almost as captivating as having his ass prodded by the biggest, fattest cock Rumble had ever seen. Rocking back, kissing the tip of Thunder’s length with his backdoor, he reached up with his wings and caressed the stallion’s neck and chest. His brother had taken the bait and mounted him, yet the best part was still to come.

His months of practice and careful preparation paid off in an instant, as the gargantuan length ground into him. He’d assumed the intrusion would be intense, but even he wasn’t prepared for just how eye opening the experience was. His eyelids drifted closed, his thighs trembled, and a gobbet of pre leaked from his insignificant member, while his interior embraced the behemoth.

He’d been screwed by Hoity more times than he could count, and had even purchased a number of rather sizable dildos, but they paled in comparison to what his sibling had to offer. Bucking back, eager to be railed out by the stud, he whorishly groaned into the pillow. The satisfaction and taboo of having his brother’s dick inside him was almost as amazing as the feeling of having his prostate crushed and insides rearranged - simply put, he couldn’t have been happier. Feeling the stud slow and began to pull back, fearing Thunder may have had a change of heart, he was rewarded with his first true thrust.

The plunge nearly drove him into the bed, burying his face in the pillow, as he was driven forward. He’d known Thunder was strong, but even he was taken aback by the sheer force and enthusiasm of his sibling! Hastily bracing his hind legs, preparing himself for the inevitable amorous onslaught, he sank his teeth into the cushion and prepared himself.

Thunder’s thoughts ran rampant, as his natural urges to breed took the reins. While he had been hesitant to screw a stallion, the sensation of his mate’s warm, velvety canal around his length demolished his indecision. Holding the tiny trap firmly, he set his jaw and put his massive body to work. If she wanted to get fucked like a mare, that’s exactly what she was going to get.

Gradually picking up speed, caving to his lust, he moved harder and faster with each passing minute. Though he hated to admit it, she’d been right - her ass was better than any pussy he’d ever had, but that was only one facet to the wondrous experience of plowing her. Her marish whimpers of delight, how she rocked back to meet his thrusts, and the way she’d peek up at him with her pleading eyes doused his passionate fire with fuel, driving him onward.

“Oh Celestia,” Rumble moaned, as his eyes rolled back.

He couldn’t tell how long he’d been getting railed out, but he realized he wouldn’t be able to last long at the pace they were going. The stud’s giant nuts slapping against his comparably tiny balls, hearing the deep, domineering grunts, and the sheer force of being claimed by somepony so much larger than himself were divine, just what he’d been craving, yet there was one final thing he desired - something he yearned for. Forcing himself to concentrate, he skillfully milked the stud’s pistoning length with his pucker.

He’d served as Hoity’s personal slam-piece for long enough to realize when a stallion was close, and Thunder was definitely close. The one-two punch of his blowjob and the stud’s prolonged abstinence worked to his favor, as his brother’s thrusting grew frenzied. Feeling Thunder throbbing within him, hearing the heavy breaths from above, peeked up at his lover.

“Breed me,” he squealed, feeling the pegasus starting to flair. “Cum inside me, please!”

The desperate plea was the nail in Thunder’s coffin, signaling his demise. Hilting himself, he triumphantly bellowed and unloaded months of unspent seed into his mate. His cock pulsed wildly, disgorging his load into the mewling femcolt, as he grit his teeth and fitfully continued humping.

The influx of what felt like gallons of cum mingled with the knowledge that he was being bred by his brother, sending Rumble sailing over the edge. Thin, watery spunk gushed from his colthood, painting the sheets below him, as he was rocked by one of the fiercest climaxes he could remember. Locking his knees and forcing himself to remain steady, intent on taking every drop of the stud’s essence, he could already feel his gut starting to bloat from the deposit.

Though neither of them could see it perfectly, Rumble’s belly steadily ballooned outward. He couldn’t actually get knocked up, but anypony who saw him could easily mistake him as an expectant mother. With the titan slowing to a shuddering stop, draping himself over the little sissy, the pair wheezed and pulled air into their lungs.

“B…buck,” Thunder stammered in disbelief.

He could scarcely believe he’d just had sex with a guy - a cute and effeminate guy, but a guy nonetheless. To make matters worse, it had been a darn good lay, one of the best he’d ever had, and the revelation made him question just how straight he really was. Feeling his diminutive lover tremble, he grasped the femcolt and rolled onto his side with her.

While the abrupt shift in positioning was certainly jarring, Rumble found himself relieved. The stain of a fully-grown, particularly large stallion would have been hard to hold on any occasion, let alone after they’d quite literally fucked the cum out of him. Snuggling against his brother’s chest, awash in the euphoric afterglow, he contentedly sighed and made himself comfortable.

“I told you it was good,” he snickered, playfully squeezing the softening shaft buried in his ass.

Thunder nodded and playfully bucked his hips. “Y…yeah, you were right,” he breathed. Glancing over at the nightstand, he checked the time on the nearby clock. He still had an hour before he was expected to meet with Rumble, more than enough time to get cleaned up and ready, but there was something else that suddenly came to mind. “Hey,” he began, drawing his guest’s eye, “you wanna crash with me tonight - I mean, if you’re comfortable with it.”

“I’d love to,” Rumble hummed, affectionately wiggling against the giant.

He still had to find some way to escape, to get back to Hoity’s shop before his sibling, but he could work that out in a little bit. At worst, his employer would cover for him and concoct some sort of excuse for his absence - at best, he could somehow beat Thunder there and act like nothing had happened. No matter how the afternoon played out, he was sure of one thing - he’d be spending the night with the best big brother in all of Equestria…

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