Title:           Camping Trip, (Windy X Big Mac X Thunderlane)
Author:          DavidMarx
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First Edit:      Thursday 25th of June 2015 01:56:11 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 25th of June 2015 01:56:11 AM CDT

>The cool forest air brushes along your dew-covered cheek. Reactivity, you bury your face in the furry chest of the stallion clutching your body against his. Another form stirs against yours, nuzzling against the midriff of your back. The memories of last night swirl through your head as if they were taking place yet again.
 
>"C'mon Windy, trust me, it'll be amazing!"
>Thunderlane always seems to have crazy ideas whenever he plans special occasions.
>"I even know a place in Ponyville we can go. Have you ever heard of 'Sweet Apple Acres'? My last boyfriend practically owns the place. He told me he'll join us!"
>Something about the sound of mossy ground cover and apple's falling on your head don't quite constitute an amazing time for you.
>"
>Alas, He is determined to have his way regarding his birthday celebrations. After all, the two of you have wanted to go at it with a third for a good while now.
"Fine."
>You stamper, packing the last few accessories required for an adventure like this into your own saddlebags. He had said his plans were a "secret" up until now, and you were almost finished packing when he broke it to you. But you can see it being fun, although you do have one condition.
"But I want to be the very bottom."
 
>You adorn one of your midsummer dresses on the train to Ponyville.
>The trip takes most of the day, a majority of which you spent asleep on his shoulder. When the train finally screeched to a halt you were revealed to finally get off. The ride made the choice of scenery almost seem like a familiar bed.
>Sunlight can be just barely visible on the horizon when you make it to the front door of the Apple residence. The red of the sky blending nicely with the hue of the building. Thunderlane raises a hoof to the door, knocking a few times, before an older, female voice answers from the other side.
>This voice was then accompanied by a much deeper, stallion-esque one much closer to the door. The source of this voice was soon to be revealed as a large, bulky, red-coated stallion with an orange mane. His eyes held a deep, caring, trustworthy appearance as he looked you both over briefly, before smiling and exclaiming a single word of welcome.
>The family made sure they weren't sending their son and his friends off without a good meal. So you ate, probably a bit too much, but it was just so hard to resist the delicate apple pie and other tasty pastries they had available. But even then you managed to have your fill and were led out of the barn-house by your partner and his ex. Mac takes the lead as you leave into the night, your way illuminated by the brilliant moon hovering overhead.
>"Mac this looks amazing already! I can't wait for you to show us where we'll be staying!"
>Says the pegasus by your side. The reply comes soon thereafter, and while he only responds with a single word, you can tell he's thankful.
>"Eeyup."
>After a good bit of walking you arrive at a secluded area deep in the orchard. Which, despite the cover of the trees, is still well lit. Even so, the leader in this sexy camping trip pulls out a lantern from his saddle bags, lights it, and hangs it from a low-hanging tree branch.
>"That should do it." He exclaims, tossing off his gear and setting it against a tree. Mac packed nothing, but he does cordially help you take off your own gear. You can almost make out his growing erection as he sets your stuff down against the same tree.
>"Now Mac, I don't think I've told you, but Windy wants to be the middle for this. Are you alright with that?"
>For the first time the large stallion's eyes wander over your form. Inspecting the worn out thin summer dress adorning your meek body. His tour finishes with a smile toward your face as he makes eye contact.
>"Eeyup."
>He says, slower this time, with a couple notes of arousal, eagerness and understanding thrown in. Your eyes wander now, and already his member has unsheathed itself far beyond the length and girth of your own. He notices your gaze and the apparent blush on your face, causing him to walk up to you.
>His size now much more apparent as he stands a good head above you. You feel the natural urge to slouch in his presence while looking up at his kind, smiling face. Your breathing quickens, and you can feel your insubstantial shaft slipping out of it's resting place.
>Another body presses against your right side causing you to jump at the sudden contact, but you remain standing. Cowering still at the intimidating stature of the horse.
>"Don't worry." He murmurs as he leans his head down toward yours, nuzzling his cheek against your own. Almost all fear of his massive form fades from your consciousness as you're suddenly overtaken by the urge to nuzzle him as well, sliding your face down the side of his neck to his shoulder for an awkward hug.
>Again you jump as a pair of hooves trace their way along your back, finding the clasps holding the cloth to your skin, and gently removing the garment. The same pair of hooves make their way to your rear, finding the top of the sexy, blue and white laced panties you chose to wear, pulling them off as well.
>Your dick flops down between your legs, not even long enough to reach the cool ground. The larger stallions holds you close as the other one gently maneuvers himself beneath you, every accidental touch sending a shiver through your hindquarters.
>A warm, wet feeling graces the tip of your member causing your front hooves to give out. You would have hit the ground had there not been a stallion there to hold you up. He nuzzles you some more, allowing you to put your full front weight against his supportive body.
>Your snout involuntarily opens against his side, releasing a high-pitched moan into the Big Mac. His affectionate actions continuing, now with the addition of soft licks against your neck. The taste of his sweat meets your tongue when the next wave of ecstasy flows over you, causing it to wallow out of your mouth into his coat.
>The stallion beneath you ceases his meal after another couple feminine moans escape you. He slides out from underneath and rummages around in his saddle bags for a moment. Mac continues to keep you distracted with a great deal of babying. Thunderlane returns, positioning himself right behind you.
>"Windy, I think you should have a taste of Mac."
>He taunts before slapping your ass with what you can only make out of be a paddle of sorts. The jolt of pain and pleasure causes your knees to give out and you fall to the ground. Mac having let go of you right before the slap.
>"Keep that tail up Windy." Orders the pegasus.
>You quickly recompose yourself on the ground, coming face to face with a the red stallion's stallionhood, just as another spanking is delivered to your rear.
>"I need you to be nice and tender for me."
>The cry of pain and pleasure ruptures from your mouth, and you scurry forward, ass still raised up high like the good little boy you are. The stallion above you shifts slightly forward, making his cock come to rest on your nose. You extent your tongue and let it fall onto it. The taste is somewhere between dirt and the delicious sweaty musk you had a sample of moments ago. Another strike to you behind causes your mouth to open to cry out again, but instead the owner of this massive dick trusts it forward, stifling your moans.
>He starts performing the same affectionate nuzzling against your rear between slaps. His licks sending more jolts of pleasure as he laps the spots where the paddle hit. You continue pleasuring him. Taking in more of his member with every spank until you start to gag from its girth. Another slap and you start to pull back.
>"Had enough already? What do you think Big Mac, is she ready for you?"
>He shifts his weight a bit, so you can slip his shaft out easier.
>"Eeyup!"
>One last hearty spank against your behind and you can hear the sound of the paddle being thrown to the side as the two horses trade places. Your weak form still lying on the ground. You squirm a bit as you feel warm saliva brush across your ass, soothing the pain of the paddle. Although it soon fades, replaced instead by the cold air running along the wet area, and another wet piece of flesh brushing the opening of your hole. The stallion behind you having rested his massive weight against your back, pressing you into the ground.
>He gently toys with your opening for a bit. Prodding your small boy pussy with his massive stallionhood. As he does, Thunderlane leans down in front of you, presenting his own erect stallionhood to your mouth. Who accepts the task it has been given, nibbling at the tip of the shaft while the rest of your body waits, anticipating the shock at your rear.
>Finally, after he's finished teasing your ass, Big Mac pushes his head against your opening, forcing the tip inside. You don't resist his entry, instead letting loose the most feminine cry of pleasure so far. His throbbing cock sliding deeper into your ass, stretching the walls as it does. Every inch another torrent of pleasure from you. You nearly loose control of yourself, trembling with every wave of it. He gets as far as his ring before pulling himself back out, causing a similar reaction to befall you.  
>Once nearly out he pauses, allowing you to regain your self once more. Your partner looks down at you, with a smirk on his face. Before either of you can even say another word, Mac pushes himself in again, faster this time. You cry out again, your face falling flat on the mossy ground as he pulls his length out after reaching the same point.
>Big Mac starts to get a rhythm going, making it nearly impossible for you to focus on anything but his thrusts and the pleasure they leave on your insides. Thunderlane - not content with being left out of the action - holds your head still, trusting his erection into your gaping mouth. You accept him inside of you, seeing that you aren't exactly capable of much else.
>Suddenly without warning, you orgasm. Stings of semen come shooting out of you onto the ground beneath. This prompts both of the stallions fucking you to speed up, ramming your ass and mouth. Thunderlane ejaculates first, sending streams of his seed down your throat. He withdraws, kissing the side of your face as you lay your head on the cool Forrest floor, your ass still in possession of a much larger stallion, thrusting his last couple times.
>When he finally comes, he pushes himself further in than he had gone before, pumping your insides full of his hot, sticky cream. He sits there for a couple seconds, pushing himself in with every stream of jizz. You can feel it filling you up, and leaking out of your ass onto your significantly smaller ballsack. After he's finished, Big Mac pulls himself all the way out of you, leaving you to collapse onto the ground, your ass in a pool of semen.
>You lie there for a few minutes. Letting the aftershocks of the event finish reverberating through your body. Your breath finally slows to a comfortable pace and you roll over, felling the cum soak into the fur on your flank. You look up at the other two stallions who seem to have started making out a few steps away from where you lie. Weakly, you cry out,
"Hey... come here with me."
>They both trot toward you, nuzzling your weak form as they lie down on either side of you, pulling you close. You fall asleep fairly soon. Trapped between the warmth of the two stallions.