“Do…do you think anypony will show up?” Button quietly asked, adjusting the purse strung around his neck.

Rumble shrugged as he leaned against a lamp post beside him. “You ask that every night we come out here,” he sighed. “When have we not had a customer?”

The svelte earth pony scrunched his snout and turned his gaze to the sidewalk. “If s…somepony does show up, I hope they’re big and handsome.”

“Ugh -” Rumble grunted, rolling his eyes. “As long as they have the bits to afford us, I don’t care what they look like, but I wouldn’t mind if they’re packing some heat.”

The two fell silent, lingering beneath the lit patch of concrete alongside the nearly vacant boulevard. Far from the more affluent district of Canterlot, the part of town they occupied was known for less than reputable goings-on. Guards rarely came through the area, it was sparsely populated, and ponies tended to turn a blind eye to unscrupulous happenings, making it the perfect spot for the duo to put themselves to work.

Though the two had dropped out from the School of Friendship less than a month before graduation, they’d started quite the lucrative business. They’d known one another since they were colts, having grown up together and developed a mutual fondness for big, beefy stallions, so it seemed only logical that they work the streets as a team. While they could have easily gotten clients naturally, since they were both rather slender and effeminate, they’d invested in several enhancements to increase their appeal.

Rumble had been the first to discover the changeling brothel just outside of Ponyville, and he’d leapt at the opportunity to utilize their services. With a slender waist, exquisitely generous backside, and a pair of budding teats above his chaste equipment, he was the epitome of a sissy femcolt - a look which often led to him surprising clients with how assertive he could be with carnal affairs. While he may have looked like a total bottom-bitch, which he was, it wasn’t uncommon for him to take charge and power-bottom studs into submission.

In comparison to his companion, Button was a bit more reserved - sure he had marish good looks, an adorable face, and a tush that often turned heads, but he hadn’t altered his appearance that much. He was immeasurably thankful to have Rumble with him - not because he couldn’t lure stallions on his own, but because he was still a bit sheepish about talking to prospective clients. As much as he loved sucking somepony off or getting bred into a coma, it wasn’t like he could just confess such wanton desires to some random customer.

Peering down the road, seeing a figure moving in their direction, Rumble stepped to the side and elbowed his friend’s shoulder. “What’s that?”

Button jumped, followed his companion’s gaze, and squinted into the distance. “Diamond dog maybe? Do I look ok?”

“As fine as ever,” the pegasus chuckled, his eyes lingering on the femcolt’s barely concealed tush. “And me?”

Dipping his head, seeing the glimmering chastity cage locked around Rumble’s colthood, Button halfheartedly smiled. “Mmmhmm!”

Despite their subtle differences and contrasting personalities, the pair were similarly dressed. Button had selected stockings, a thong, and a micro skirt for the evening, while Rumble had donned fishnets, a choker, a glimmering silver chastity cage. They’d both done themselves up with lipstick, mascara, eye liner, and a touch of blush before they’d set out for the night.

Playing it cool until the figure drew nearer, close enough for him to see he’d been looking at a particularly large dragon, Rumble whistled and caught the towering reptile’s ear. “Hey there, handsome. Looking for a good time tonight?”

Button wandered toward the slowing biped. “Oh wow - it’s rare for dragons to come though here! You’re so big!”

Easily triple the height of either of the ponies, the well-built dragon cocked a brow. “You mares offering?”

“Depends,” Rumble snickered, trotting over to join his friend. “You willing to pay for both of us? We’re a package deal.”

“Heh ~” the titanic beast chuckled, smoke billowing from his nostrils. Sinking into a squat, yet still having to look down at the pair, he looked between the two. “Didn’t expect to find two cute little things out here, but I ain’t complaining. What’re your names?”

“I’m Rumble,” the pegasus replied, winking up at the brute before motioning over to his companion, “and he’s Button.”

Laughing slightly harder, the dragon shook his head. “The name’s Blaze, but you can call me Daddy.”

Button’s eyes wandered from Blaze’s face, down his massive pecs, past his abs, and to his groin. He’d never been with a dragon before, though he certainly wasn’t opposed to the experience. With his mouth starting to water, seeing the tips of two cocks steadily emerge from the vertical opening at the colossal reptile’s nethers, he shivered in place.

“Shame I’m a little light on coin,” Blaze sighed, rising to his full, intimidating height. “Guess I’ll have to -”

“W…wait!” Button bleated, drawing the dragon’s attention over to him. “We’ll do it for a discount!”

Scowling over at his companion, Rumble scrunched his snout. “Button…”

“Rumble, he has two of them,” Button asserted, unable to look away from the twin-dicks steaming the air around Blaze’s crotch.

Rumble had been so interested in making some cash that he hadn’t even noticed how excited the dragon had been getting. Dangling in the open air, growing longer and thicker by the minute, were two monstrous, crimson cocks. Each tool would have been more than enough to stuff his throat or stretch his ass, yet Blaze wielded a matching pair of the thick, meaty lengths. Swiftly shaking his head and clearing his lecherous thoughts, he coughed into his hoof.

“Two dicks - half price,” he mumbled, practically kicking himself for offering such a discount.

“For two little mares like yourselves, sounds like a steal,” Blaze mused, thoughtfully rubbing his chin, “but let’s make this interesting. If you can’t walk back here by the time I’m done with you, you get to spend the entire night with me.”

“D…deal!” Button sputtered, gazing longingly up at their customer.

With a heavy sigh, Rumble nodded. “I guess it’s a deal then…”

Turning away, Blaze lumbered in the direction he’d come from. “Come on - I think I passed a little hotel down the street.”

Trotting along behind the dragon, Button and Rumble grinned at one another. It was a bit unfortunate that they started off their evening by effectively screwing themselves out of bits, but it was hardly the worst thing in the world. Without saying a word, in spite of the dragon’s dual-endowments, they knew they’d be able to make short work of their customer and be back on the street in no time flat.

They were well-acquainted with the seedy hotel they ended up going to, having used the joint on a regular basis. After getting a key from the lobby, they saw themselves to their room. It was a dance they’d done many times before, and would doubtlessly do many times in the future, so they put themselves to work as soon as the door was closed behind them.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Rumble giggled, waving to the bed. “Button and I will be right back.”

Scampering into the bathroom, with the pegasus following along behind him, Button sat his purse down beside the sink. He didn’t mind carrying their supplies, finding the little hoofbag a nice accessory to his look, and he knew right where everything was. Pulling out a bottle of lube, leaving a stack of condoms where they lay, he eyed a small vial resting on a spare pair of his panties.

“You think we’ll need this?” he inquired, presenting the tiny flask.

Rumble snatched the bottle from his friend’s grasp, pulled the cork free with his teeth, and took a swig. “Did you see the size of him? Yeah, we’re definitely going to need it.”

“Won’t hear me complain, but we are getting kinda low,” Button grumbled, taking the elixir back and helping himself to a generous sip.

Though they told themselves they didn’t need it, they’d developed a taste for the changeling venom they bought from Talon. The elixir increased their sensitivity by an order of magnitude, increased their pliability, and made sex a transcendental experience. Once they’d both tidied themselves up, straightening their outfits and pre-lubing their backdoors, they strutted back out into the room, looked to the bed, and nearly stumbled over one another.

“Hmmmph,” Blaze snorted, stroking a cock in each hand. “You two gonna stand there looking at ‘em or are you gonna get busy?”

Rumble dashed sailed up and onto the mattress, landing beside the supine dragon’s left hip. Quickly following his friend, scrambling up on the bed, Button situated himself to blaze’s right side. It was the first occasion when they’d both had a tool to work - at least when they were with a single client, so they eagerly leaned in and brought their muzzles to the pair of endowments.

With his snout mere inches from the tip of one length, Button drew a breath through his nose and shuddered. Blaze’s musk was exquisite, strong and unlike anything he’d ever smelled before, and it set his heart to race. As he opened his mouth and lowered his head, a bead of drool rolled past his pouting lips and to his chin.

While he may have been a bit more overtly timid than his companion, his penchant for cock never failed to embolden him. Steadily bobbing his head, leaving streaks of lipstick along the carmine shaft in his maw, he peered up at the dragon’s adonic face. He’d always had a weak spot for larger customers, especially ones who could ruin his hole, but he wouldn’t deny he found himself very attracted to Blaze.

Salty, unfamiliar flavors washed over his tongue, the cock-head tickled the back of his throat, and he felt his colthood twitch under his skirt. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten off to anything but anal, having lost the ability to get erect some time ago, but he wasn’t about to cut the blowjob short. Though his enthusiasm had meant he wouldn’t be getting paid as much as usual, this was still a job - as such, he was going to do everything in his power to ensure his dual-dicked titan was fully satisfied.

Rumble smirked and watched his friend, amazed at how eager the little earth pony could be when properly motivated. Gazing into Blaze’s eyes, he lowered his head and kissed the root of the dragon’s nearest shaft. As fun as it would be to start sucking the big guy off, he wanted to savor the moment - that and he took no small amount of joy in riling studs up.

As he slowly, almost tenderly wrapped his lips around the hot, girthy shaft of dragon meat, he glanced downward. It was a bit of a shame that he didn’t have a pair of plump balls to play with, though that was far from the most important thing in the world. As far as he was concerned, regardless of Blaze’s anatomy, he’d be happy as long as he ended up getting painted in or bloated with seed.

The cage locked to his package grew snug, tingeing his pleasure with the slightest bit of discomfort. His equipment was fully functional, getting hard and being extremely sensitive, which was precisely why he’d removed it from any bedroom equations. While he could have procured a potion to make him impotent, or hedged his bets that he’d befall the same fate as Button, he enjoyed denying himself any pleasure that a real stallion would receive.

Noticing that the dragon was looking down at him, he extended his wings, adjusted his positioning, and lifted a hind leg as far as he could. He’d had no way to know if the scaled beefcake was into locked femcolts, so he couldn’t help but smile when he saw Blaze’s reaction to seeing he was in chastity. Clenching his ass and flexing his pelvis, forcing pre-cum to leak from his cage, he groaned and slipped the cock into his snout.

Blaze grunted, sitting up smiling down to the two hookers sucking him off. “Always heard you pony sluts were decent at giving head - gotta say, I’m impressed.”

Increasing their pace, Button and Rumble lavished the underside of the respective cocks they serviced. Though their techniques differed slightly, they drew a contented rumble from the dragon. Both knew it would only be a matter of time until the brute would want to move things along, likely bending one of them over to sate his carnal desires with them, so they took their time, coated their palates with exotically tasting pre-cum, and hungrily gagged themselves on his shafts.

From an outsider’s perspective, it was a sight to behold. With their masses combined, Button and Rumble were only a fraction of Blaze’s size - furthermore, his endowments were nearly as big as one of their legs. As one dipped their head, the other pulled back - moving in concert like a well-oiled machine. Their technique was impeccable, honed from dozens upon dozens of past customers, but skill was only part of the equation.

It wasn’t until they’d arched their backs and began invitingly swaying their rumps from side to side, adding to the show, that Blaze brought the tandem blowjob to an end. With a grunt and a sneer, he caught their attention and waved a hand. They obeyed without question, mopping his lengths clean of saliva and the traces of lipstick they’d left, and pulled away to look up at him.

“Belly to belly at the side of the bed,” he grunted, shuffling down the mattress and getting to his feet. Turning and peering down at them, seeing their confused expressions, he rolled his eyes. “If you haven’t realized,” he sighed, waving to his groin, “I have one for each of you. Put yourselves belly to belly at the edge of the mattress; I wanna see you little faggots making out when I fuck your asses.”

Button was the first to move, positioning himself to one side of the bed before waving for his friend to join him. Being a bit more collected than his companion, yet no less eager to begin, Rumble joined the earth pony and did as he was told. Facing one another, their snouts less than an inch apart, they lifted their hind legs and pressed their bodies together.

“There ya go,” Blaze rumbled, stepping over and taking one of his tools in each hand. “Got a little challenge for you - whichever of you bitches lasts longer gets a little prize ~ how’s that sound?”

Gnawing his lip and nodding, Button flagged his tail. “S…sounds good to me, Daddy!”

“Fine by me, I guess,” Rumble relented.

While he didn’t say anything, he knew he had the impromptu game in the bag. Button was his best friend in all of Equestria, there wasn’t a secret between them, and they made one heck of a team - which was why he was absolutely certain he was going to win. As close as he was to his fellow femcolt, his companion always - always rode a hair trigger. Gazing down his chest, past the little pair of bosoms on his abdomen, he watched as the dragon inched forward and brought his endowments to bear.

“Oh buck,” Button whimpered, shivering from hoof to head as he was penetrated.

The first thing to strike him was the shape of Blaze’s tool. Every stallionhood he’d ever serviced, regardless of its size, had a blunt, ridged head. Though he honestly loved the feeling of a crown popping into his pucker, grinding over his prostate as it plunged into his depths, the spear-like length of the reptile’s dick slipped in with almost no effort whatsoever. As his eyelids fluttered, feeling the shaft sink deeper and deeper, he wrapped his forelegs around Rumble’s neck.

As if the size and shape of the dragon’s cock wasn’t amazing enough, the heat radiating through him was phenomenal. He’d heard that the fire-breathing reptiles had a substantially higher body temperature than ponies, but he could never have guessed how incredible it would feel to get fucked by one. Peeking down at his customer, feeling the giant slow, he almost whined in disappointment.

“Don’t worry, neither of you are going to leave here walking right,” Blaze mused as he drew his hips back.

Rumble fought from scrunching his snout, seeing the dragon was only able to partially fill them. While it was certainly novel to be screwed at the same time, by the same creature as his friend, it was regrettable that Blaze could only manage to use about two-thirds of either of his lengths. He turned his eyes up at the reptile’s face and smirked, unable to control himself.

“Hope you’re going to hilt at least one of us when you cum,” he tittered.

Giving a small thrust, then a second and a third, Blaze leaned forward and rested his hands on the femcolts’ sides. “Button, how about you shut your friend up.”

“Yes, D…Daddy,” Button stammered, leaning in and kissing the pegasus on the lips.

Closing his eyes and returning the kiss, slipping a forehoof behind Button’s head, Rumble moaned. It wasn’t that he had anything against making out with his friend - heck, they regularly did so to entertain customers, but the promise of a prize robbed any enjoyment from the moment. While he had no way to tell what Blaze would give the victor, he had every intention of finding out.

He pulled Button closer and bucked his hips, rubbing his cage against his companion’s flaccid colthood. There wasn’t a creature on the planet, pony or otherwise, who knew his friend better than him, so he put his intimate knowledge to work. Gyrating against and french kissing the femcolt, he loudly groaned.

Their bodies were driven forward and back atop the mattress, while they embraced one another and milked the dragon’s shafts. Moments like these were why they worked as a team. It was nice to have somepony there to support you, yet that was only part of the appeal. Working as a unit, typically with one being rutted while the other put their mouth to work, they’d yet to meet a creature they couldn’t handle.

The myriad of practice they had, given by a whole host of different creatures who’d sought their services, paid dividends - still, the magnitude of Blaze’s cocks made the ordeal a trial. Squished together, their bellies bulged from the immense intruders rearranging their insides. They wouldn’t have stood a chance against the gargantuan dragon alone - mercifully for both of them, that wasn’t a concern.

As he steadily increased his pace, caressing and smiling down upon the pair, Blaze’s lips curled in a twisted smile. “Hot damn - if that ain’t a sight. Are you two a couple or something?”

Pulling back and breaking the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva connecting him to his friend, Rumble glanced up at the dragon. “Just - Mmmmn - friends…”

“I fuckin’ - Hnnnn - love when sissies buddy up like you two,” Blaze continued, giving a particularly hard plunge that made the duo mewl. “Makes me want to bring both of you home with me.”

“W…we’re - Aaaaahn - n…not for sale, D…Daddy!” Button mumbled.

“That wasn’t a question,” the Dragon snarled. “And I don’t remember asking for all this backtalk, bitch.”

“Yes, Daddy!’ Button wailed. “S…sorry, Dad - Mmmph?!?”

Turning Button to face him, Rumble silenced his friend with another long, passionate kiss. Yeah, this was going to be too easy. Maybe it was a coincidence, perhaps it was fate - regardless of the exact reason behind it - Blaze checked nearly every box on his buddy’s kinks list. Huge? Check. Muscular? Check? Well-hung? Definitely check. Daddy kink? Oh yeah - that’s a big check.

He almost felt bad about driving the little earth pony over the limit - almost, but everything was fair in the bedroom. Pulling Button’s mane, he pushed his head forward and humped his friend. Judging from the little earth pony’s trembling, it wouldn’t be long until he got what he wanted. As he rhythmically relaxed and squeezed the shaft pistoning in and out of him, he fought to keep himself from laughing.

Button pulled his head back, almost instantly realizing what the pegasus was doing, but he was only delaying the inevitable. Each plunge from Blaze accosted his tender p-spot, he was leaking pre-cum like a faucet, and the breath hitched in his throat. He’d been doomed from the very start, not having the slightest chance against Rumble, which left him with only one option.

“Daddy!” he brayed, wantonly throwing his tush back to meet the dragon’s thrusts. “Don’t stop, Daddy!”

He’d never been able to explain it, but there was something magical about the word Daddy. Milking the scaled stud’s length, leaving his limp colthood to uselessly flop around, he skyrocketed toward release. If he’d been working by himself, he would have never considered doing something so self-indulgent - fortunately for him, he had a partner to pick up the hedonistic slack.

Shifting most of his focus down to the desperate little earth pony, Blaze smirked. “Cum for me, baby - cum for Daddy…”

No sooner had the words passed his lips than he was met with a climactic howl. Button went rigid, his pucker spasming around his length, he watched as the femcolt gushed weak, watery seed. After bucking his hips one final time, literally plowing the cum out of the earth pony, he stepped back and hauled his cocks free.

“Guess that makes you the winner,” he whispered, flashing his teeth down at the pegasus.

Rolling over and getting onto his belly, abandoning his quivering, quietly gasping friend, Rumble reached back with his wings and spread his ass. “Guess so, Daddy.”

“Damn if that ain’t a sight,” Blaze purred, eyeing Rumble’s gaped, wiking hole and pink interior. Almost reluctantly looking back to the pegasus’ face, he nodded to the center of the mattress. “Move your buddy over and make some room for me.”

“Sorry,” Rumble breathed, wrestling his friend to the side and out of the way.

“I…I can - Cough - still help,” Button weakly grumbled, trying and failing to stand. “I want - Gah!”

“Pipe down, cutie,” Blaze chuckled, having slapped the femcolt’s rump. “If you think I’m done with you, you’re sorely mistaken,” he added, nonchalantly reassuming the position he’d been in earlier. Patting his thigh, he waved down at his crotch. “They ain’t gonna fuck themselves…”

Rumble heart skipped a beat. If there was one position he loved more than any other, it was cowgirl. No matter who he was screwing himself on, being on top and holding all the power was a phenomenal experience. Coolly flitting over and landing on the dragon’s chiseled abs, he faced the colossus and swung his tush from side to side.

“Eenie, meenie, miney, mo,” he cooed, rubbing his ass along the pair of cocks.

“Cute - real cute,” Blaze growled, “even if it is kinda silly.”

Practically pouting, Rumble knit his brow. “Well I gotta pick one of them somehow!”

“Let me make this easy for you,” the dragon snarled, grabbing his dicks and holding them together. “There ya go…”

Rumble’s eyes widened, a chill shot through him, and his cage struggled to contain his colthood. Though he considered himself very experienced at getting railed, his pucker having only yielding the slightest resistance to exceptionally large cocks, the prospect of being double-penetrated gave him a moment for pause. Since each of Blaze’s endowments was far larger than the average stallionhood, handling two of them at once would be a challenge.

Feebly crawling over, Button pawed at the dragon’s arm. “I’ll…I’ll do it, Daddy, I promise…”

“Sssssssssh,” Blaze softly, almost endearingly hissed, stroking the earth pony’s cheek. “I’ll breed you later - for now, I owe your friend his reward.”

“You promise you’ll give him a creampie later?” Rumble asked.

Cocking his head to the side, the dragon beamed. “That’s sweet of you, looking out for your buddy. I’ll knock his fat little ass up as soon as I’m done with you, I swear.”

Meeting Blaze’s eyes, guiding himself by feel, Rumble adjusted his stance until he felt the twin-tips kiss his backdoor. While he was still slightly nervous about taking both of Blaze’s cocks, he wasn’t about to back down now. This was about more than the heavily discounted amount of bits he was going to earn, this was about his pride as a bottom.

He slowly exhaled and closed his eyes, relaxing himself as much as he could as he began bearing his weight down. Even with the pointed tips trying prodding his pucker, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to successfully impale himself. There’d been times in the past when his eyes were bigger than his holes, leading to a small number of shamefully awkward moments, and he prayed this wouldn’t add to them.

“Here,” Blaze sighed, sliding his hands around the pegasus’ waist, “let me help.”

Before Rumble could say a word, his pride demanding he do the job himself, he was forced downward. In one smooth, brutal stroke, he was skewered on two of the biggest cocks he’d ever laid eyes on. His mouth hung open in a breathless scream, impotent foal-batter gushed from his cage, and his utterly stuffed ass convulsed, but the dragon wasn’t done with him yet - not by a long shot.

He was lifted up, unsheathing nearly half of Blaze’s lengths, and then driven back down. He didn’t notice the titan lifting and bracing his legs, nor did he hear the ominous laugh filling the air, as his customer started thrusting. It wasn’t until his orgasm subsided, with a second climax already welling within him, that he rolled his head back and howled in glee.

“Little - Unf - sluts like you are all the same,” Blaze barked, using the pony like a sex-toy. “All bark and no bite.”

Steadily regaining his strength, Button watched on in open awe. A part of him was jealous that his best friend got to experience something so unimaginably intense, but another, far more reasonable portion of himself was thankful he’d been spared the brutal fucking. Rumble was looser than himself, being a bit of a masochist, but there was no way in Tartarus the pegasus wasn’t going to be completely ruined after this.

Seeing the dragon shift a hand, he tore his eyes off the action and over to Blaze’s face. The titanic beast was staring dead at him, chilling him to the core. He couldn’t move, all but paralyzed, as the behemoth reached over, effortlessly scooped him up, and brought him closer.

“You want it ~ don’t you?” Blaze inquired, drawing a sheepish nod from the earth pony. “I’ll warm you up then.”

Suddenly turned around to face his friend, Button peered down at the dragon’s opening, fanged maw. Primal instincts kicked in, tainting his arousal with fear, while Blaze’s long, thick tongue was drawn from his coin purse to between the cheeks of his rump. Lowered further still, the tip of the beast’s muzzle coming to rest on his chest and upper back respectively, he shivered when he was suddenly filled with the sinuous, forked appendage.

He’d had rimjobs before, more than he could count, but the one Blaze delivered was on an entirely different level. He could feel the tongue within him snaking through his colon, tickling his insides in a new, heavenly way. With his hips twitching, feeling the pinpricks of sharpened fangs teasing his flesh, his thoughts ran absolutely wild.

“It…it’s…” he faltered, his mind grappling with the enormity of his precarious situation, “so good!”

Hearing his friend’s call, Rumble was shaken from his blissful haze. Meaty slaps and squelching noises came from his slickened, well-used pucker, he groaned every time Blaze bucked his hips, and a pool of his spunk rested on the dragon’s abs. He’d assumed he and Rumble would be able to best the monstrous creature, leaving satiated and with a few bits in their bag, but he’d been wrong - terribly wrong.

“H…harder,” he croaked, pining for more.

He was a sucker for pushing the envelope, testing himself against the biggest, baddest amorous obstacles he could find, and Blaze was giving him everything he’d ever dreamed of. The dragon’s unimaginable strength, downright godly endowments, and sheer ferocity were a disastrous mix, driving him to the brink of delirium. Though he could barely move, his forelegs and wings pinned to his torso, he wanted - no, needed to experience everything the brute had to offer.

Blaze merrily obliged, feasting on Button’s ass while utterly demolishing Rumble’s tush. The pair were nothing more than playthings for him, conveniently sized cock-warmers that he could use and discard at his leisure, and he had no reservations about getting his money’s worth. Angling his thrusts and tongue, crushing the femcolt’s prostates, he crafted a symphony of depravity.

All but literally a machine, outstripping the two hookers without the slightest bit of effort, his motions grew more fervent as the minutes dragged on. Each drop of seed he drove from the duo was a mark in his favor, eradicating what little masculinity either had left, yet that was only the physical. While they may not have realized it, he was slowly, methodically bending them to his will.

Button wailed, spurting yet another gout of jizz from his flaccid colthood, moments before Rumble came through his cage yet again. If there was a heaven on Equestria, he’d just found it. Blaze was everything - everything he’d ever wanted in a partner, from his sculpted physique and cockiness to his duo of dicks, he was perfect. Somehow managing to crack one tear-streaked eye open, peeking out at his friend, he saw the cock-drunk look on the pegasus’ face.

Having barely recovered from the onslaught of ecstasy, Rumble was hit with another wave of rapture. It would have been unbelievable enough to be manhandled in such a way, but he was literally forced to cum time and again. As his sanity began to fracture, splintering under the immeasurable weight of raw, unfettered pleasure, his instincts took note of just how hard the dragon was throbbing.

“Do it!” he demanded, willing his ravaged pucker to tighten around the pulsing shafts. “Cum in - Aaaaaaaaaaaahn!”

He wasn’t able to finish, as a torrent of scalding cum surged into him. Blaze snarled around Button’s flanks, sinking his tongue as deeply as possible, as the dam burst. Pints of scalding, impossibly thick seed flooded his depths, rounding his belly like it was a cheap condom, as his vision faded. Being bred was the cherry on top of any tryst, yet this wasn’t just being bred - this was being claimed.

Slowing to an eventual halt, his hips fitfully twitching until the flow of his essence had fully subsided, Blaze unsteadily pushed himself up on one arm and brought the two femcolts closer to one another. “Now kiss…”

Neither pony hesitated, drunkenly locking lips and obeying the command. There’d been times when they ended up limping out of a hotel room, typically with one supporting the other, but they both understood that this wouldn’t be one of them. Pulled apart as quickly as they’d come together, they shakily turned their eyes to the dragon.

“Not bad,” Blaze remarked, nodding and smirking at the two. “Not bad at all - say, I was wondering if you two wanted to come back to my cave tonight. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age, but I could use a nice little pair of house-bitches to keep me company ~ you interested?”

Button and Rumble glanced to one another, their eyes meeting. They’d been friends most of their lives, even before they’d started taking classes under Ms. Cheerilee, so each knew what the other was thinking. Working the streets could be fun, but maybe it was time for a change - time for a bit of stability. Each nodded and drunkenly smiled, peering back at the dragon’s handsome visage.

“Yes, Daddy…”

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