>day 12 since taking Mrs. Cake to poundtown
>been laying low in Ponyville for a little while
>you've been avoiding Ponk as well
>get two weeks off from work
>courtesy of Mrs. Cake
>you'd snuck in a few times later at night while Mr. Cake was supposedly out to get a few quickies with her
>every time, regardless of whether you start off with a suck or a bumfuck
>you end up sticking it in her pussy and painting her inner walls white
>at her request
>she really wants that foal
>you don't really have the heart to tell her it's not exactly possible
>but hell
>maybe it is
>stranger things have happened...
>oh well, as long as it gets you more sex
>Mrs. Cake's a sweet mare
>[carlos intensifies]
>she always greets you with a little snack before rubbing against your legs like a needy cat
>and begging to be brought up to your face height so she can shower you with kisses
>how the hell did Mr. Cake let her slip away into your arms?
>well, it might just be the honeymoon phase right now, but it is fucking awesome
>you haven't had time with her for almost four days now, though, and you suppose that she's busy with Sugarcube Corner stuff
>Anon Jr. is displeased but what can ya do
>your clothes have all been getting a bit ragged lately, so you're heading to the Carousel Botique to get some new threads
>Rarity was in fucking love with your non-equine body shape
>so naturally she's ecstatic to have you over again today
>you head down the path to the Carousel Boutique
>knocking on the door, you wait outside
>absently playing with a hole in your shirt
>yeah, you definitely need some new threads
>this shit is ridiculous, you're literally a single seam away from having assless chaps
>although, since ponies really only wear clothing here as fashion accessories, you can't see too many of them caring
>whatever
>humor yourself
>it's to hold on to your last shreds of dignity that Earth bestowed upon you
>Rarity's voice echoes from inside the Carousel Boutique
>"Coming!"
>not a moment later, the door swings open to reveal dresshoers, mane slightly ragged, red glasses perched on the tip of her snout, and measuring tape draped over her
>"You've come at a poor time, I'm afraid, you're going to need to come back la—"
>you pauses when she see you standing there
>and her face immediately brightens
>"Anon! What a relief!"
>you smile back
"Good to see you too, Rarity."
>"You simply must hurry inside, I have a great need for you right now!"
"Uh... okay?"
>she hooks your around the waist and practically drags you inside
>jeez, she looks really frazzled
"What's going on, Rares?"
>she sighs
>"Anon, dear, it's really nothing. I'm just glad you came over right as you did."
>right
>"nothing"
"Seriously, if you need help with anything, I would be glad to do whatever you need—"
>"No! Everything's under control, it's just—"
>there's a crash from the other room
>"Dammit!"
>the hell
>you have NOT heard that voice before
>and yet it sounds so familiar...
"Rarity, do you have a client over? I can go if you need me to."
>Rarity's face freezes in petrified horror
>"No! Anonymous, that would be the ABSOLUTE WORST THING you could do right now! Stay! For the love of all that grows in Celestia's holy sunlight, STAY HERE WITH ME!"
>jesus titfucking christ
>this sounds like it's bad
>Rarity's chewing on her bottom lip like a gopher on crack
>you two stop before the doorway that leads into Rarity's workroom
>she takes a deep breath
>"Now, darling
>"Alright, darling, I need you to promise that you won't think any less of me just because of the ponies who are related to me, alright?"
>the fuck
"Uh, sure?"
>"Excellent."
>she drags you headlong into the next room
"Rarity, the hell? It's not even that bad, what are you—Oh dear Christ."
>laying in the middle of the wreckage of what was once Rarity' workroom is a pink mare with a huge bun of purple on top of her head
>apparently... flailing on the floor?
>the fuck?
>your eyes travel over her and it appears as though she's struggling to...
>put on pants
>holy hell
>"Nnngff! Grrrrggh!"
>you turn to look at Rarity
>she's absolutely mortified
>her pale coat just keeps getting paler
>"Mother!" she shouts
>the mare on the floor pauses in her quest to shove the jeans on, and looks up at Rarity
>"Oh, hello there," she says, eyeing you. "I didn't know you were having company over, Rarity!"
>that's weird, ponies usually freak out when they see a hairless space ape in front of them
>or at least look mildly surprised
>she looks almost like she was... anticipating you
>"This is Anonymous, mother," Rarity says through gritted teeth. "Anonymous, this is my mother, Cookie Crumbles."
>you cock an eyebrow
>that's a... bizarre name
>particularly for someone related to Rarity of all ponies
>"Pleasure to meet you," Cookie says before returning to struggle against her jeans
>why the hell is she having so much trouble with those?
>after a moment, it becomes all too obvious
>her flanks are too big for the waistline of the pants to support
>...
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>"Mother, please, try to have some manners," Rarity gripes, trotting across the room while shooting apprehensive glances at her
>"Nothing wrong with this, Rarity," Cookie manages to say between grunts. "I'm sure Anon here can handle."
>wut
>she's already using your nickname
>something fishy is going on here
>"Still, it's not polite to make... such a /scene/, mother."
>Cookie flips on her stomach, her ass facing you
>her pink, huge ass that's not even half contained by the jeans
>blue tail swishing back and forth
>*rip*
>oh fuck
>the strain on your ragged pants from Anon Jr suddenly being called to attention is too much
>that final seem broke
>you've now got assless chaps
>Cookie doesn't hear the rip, thank god
>but Rarity does
>and she assumes it was her mother's jeans
>"Mother! I told they wouldn't hold!"
>"What are you talking about, dear?"
>Rarity sighs, and levitates a spool of indigo thread over to her, stringing it into a needle
>"You've ripped them... now, take them off so I can fix them up..."
>"I most certainly haven't!"
>the two of them squabble while you sweat nervously, holding on to your pants lest they take more damage and fall down
>the last thing you need right now is to expose your throbbing cock to Rarity
>she'd probably buck your testes into a thin paste for being such a perv
>and you need your boys
>you side-waddle over to Rarity
"Err... Rares?"
>"—For goodness sake, mother, you're almost 44 and you've had two foals! It is perfectly acceptable that you no longer fit in these—"
"Psst! Rares!"
>"—so obdurate and stubborn that you RIP them! Those are jeans you wore almost 20 years ago and yet you believe that they'll just slide on like—"
"RARITY!"
>"—you were 18!" Rarity pauses and shoots you an irksome look. "Anonymous, whatever do you need..." she trails off, looking at the state of your pants.
>"Oh. Oh dear."
>you nod, giving her an exasperated look
>she grins sheepishly
>"Well, step over here, and we'll leave my mother to pursue her ridiculous nonsense."
>Cookie, who apparently ignored her daughter's tirade, grins, her face shining with sweat
>"You'll be my age someday, darling Rarity, and when you are... you'll understand."
>Rarity 'hmphs!' and looks around frantically for her measuring tape for a good minute before realizing it is draped over her neck like a terrible scarf
>the unicorn busies herself around you
>humming as she takes measurements of your legs
>doing her best to ignore the fact that your entire backside is exposed
>thank god for boxers
>what can you say? Dignity's still a thing
>kinda
>you keep your hands holding your pants up by gripping your stiffy through the cloth
>Rarity seems to flustered to care
>you notice her cringe every single time her mother makes any sort of noise
"Are... you and your mother okay, Rarity?"
>"Hm? Of course, we're both shining examples of health, Anonymous. Why, do I look ill?"
>she pats down her forehead self-conciously
"No, you look fine. I was talking about... you know, emotional stuff."
>"Oh."
>Rarity doesn't say anything else
>and that says everything
>yeesh
>she measures around your waist, and then comes in front of you again
>"Anon, darling, I'm going to need you to move your hands."
>fug
>she must have been so flustered she didn't even realize that you were concealing a boner over here
>there's a pause, and then
>"It's just that she thinks she can act however she wants with no regard to her life or age! A mare her age acting like she's a damn filly again! Dressing ridiculously, hooking up with whomever she wants... it's amazing that my father puts up with her!"
>she scowls off at her mother. "Of course, father was encouraging her when she was trying out her little 'lesbian' stint, as if that were something to treat as a 'coming and going, just try something new' sort of thing..."
>she sighs
>"Anon, dear, you really must move your hands."
>you grit your teeth
>and gently move your hands away
>"So it's just utterly absurd! She just leaves Sweetie Belle with me, all the time, so she can act like a damned teenager all day! No attempt to ever try and parent the poor filly! And although I love her dearly, I have my own life to deal with that I can't spend so much time dedicated to watching over somepony whom should be taken care of by her—"
>Rarity swings her head around to face you again, and gets smacked by a face full of dong
>"Pa..aar...ents."
>fug
>"Oh my."
>Rarity stares at your meat sword for a few moments
>it would have been in an eerie silence were it not for Cookie's grunts breaking it every two seconds or so
>"Anonymous?"
"Y-Yeah?"
>Rarity bites her lip
>"Where did this come from, may I ask?"
>FUCK
"U-Uh..."
>[nervous sweating intensifies]
>"Did I stray too much when I was measuring? Were you overcome by the light brushing of my hooves?"
>well, that certainly didn't help, but it wasn't the only reason you had most of the blood in your body concentrated in these 8 inches
>you can't tell her the real reason
>then you'd be taking a trip to Gelding Grotto
"Y-Yeah. Sorry."
>you see her expression relax slightly
>almost as if she's... relieved
>you don't think she was EXPECTING that her mother turned you on?
>oh god, what the fuck is happening today
>"Don't be ashamed, Anon, darling, it's only natural..."
>she eyes your throbbing length, and then casts a dirty look over at her mother
>she's struggling to button the jeans at this point
>her voluptuous flanks in the air
>shaking about
>*throb*
"If you'll give me permission to do so, I'd like to... attend to this, if I may?"
>"Oh no, Anonymous," Rarity says with an almost savage grin.
>"Allow me."
>oh god
>she opens her mouth
>breathing gently against your cock
>your engorged member is practically whining in anticipation
>fuck
>you haven't had a good cum in ages...
>you place a hand on the back of her head and look over it
>Cookie is still battling her pants
>Excellent
>no cock blocking for your cock-sucking
>aaaaaaaaaww yeh
>dresshoers smiles up at you
>winking seductively
>nhhhhhhnggg
>"Let's be delicate about this, shall we?"
>Rarity gently kisses the tip of your cock
>a thick bead of pre rushes out to greet her
>her snout wrinkles as it passes her lips and lands on her tongue
>you gotta admit, she's kinda cute like this
>definitely more hot than cute, but it's still funny to see her like this
>man, she must really be pent up, she's going to town on your meat
>tongue rubbing against the underside of your head
>oh fuck yes
>you always had a feeling that Rarity would be good at this
>due to
>uh
>"experience"
>yes
>she sure is an "experienced" mare
>you run your fingers through her frazzled mane
>even in this state, it flows around your fingers like silk
>fucking luxurious
>and fucking sexy
>you get a good grip, and push downward
>Rarity's eyes widen
>"Grrmmph!"
>uh
>maybe you were a bit overzealous
>Rarity, bug eyed, paws her hoof at your leg
>you let her up a bit for air
>"A-Anon!" she sputters, spit drooling down her chin
>she's blushing furiously
>"A-A bit of warning would be appreciated next time..."
>she takes a hasty look behind her
>and you peer over her head, joining her in gazing at her mother
>Cookie's eyes are clenched tight, and the battle between her and the jeans was still raging on
>fuck, those flanks be fat
>and probably soft
>and warm
>and s-succulent
>Rarity flinches as some of your drool splashes against her face
>"Anon!" she hisses
"S-Sorry, I was wrapped up in..."
>fug
"W-Waiting for you to start again?"
>there's a dead silence
>you're sweating bullets
>finally, Rarity sighs, and puts her hoof to your trembling member
>as she takes it into the warm embrace of her mouth again, you place your hands back where they belong
>on the back of her head
>drowning in silken tresses
>unf
>you'll be gentler this time
>you "promise"
>Rarity adjusts herself so that she's suckling on your head
>and your head only
>her tongue gently pushing against the top
>lips secured tightly around your shaft
>they were wrong
>they were all wrong
>there is a heaven, and it is Equestria
>your hands tremble
>as great as this is, you need her to move down more
>you need Rarity to gobble your entire shaft
>but you don't want her to get pissed at you
>the eternal conundrum
>this is the ultimate battle of will
>Rarity continues her oral ministrations, seemingly oblivious to your inner struggle
>tongue dancing slightly across your sensitive glans
>flicking and prodding as she pleases
>her tongue hugs the underside of your head
>dragging along
>the flat, soft top of her tongue sending shivers down your spine
>but of course, this isn't enough
>you gently place your hands on the back of her head
>fighting every instinct to shove your balls up against her chin
>your arms trembling you gently give her a nudge
>Rarity receives your nonverbal message loud and clear
>she gently moves you deeper into her mouth
>sinking your dick to the back of her mouth
>her lips making their way down your shaft
>however, due to her small size in comparison to her, only a little less than half the way down your shaft
>your fingers are itching for action
>You can barely hold yourself back as Rarity bobs her head gently
>balling your hands into fists, you bite your lip and glance over her towards Cookie
>she seems to have given up for now, laying on her back, panting
>sadly, on her back, legs facing you
>so all you get is a little view of her belly poking above her pants
>meh
>Rarity catches you off guard as you're staring at her mother
>she presses your tongue up so that the back of it hugs your glans
>and curls is so that the rest of it coils partially around your dick
>HoLy sHiT
>she gently moves her tongue up and down the length that is in her mouth
>the warm, wet organ massaging your turgid member with finesse
>your hands unball and you grip Rarity's mane
>her eyes widening as you are no longer able to hold yourself back any longer
>you shove your hands against the back of her head
>And you push her down as far as she will go
>her snout slams against your crotch
>and your balls slap against her chin as your cock slips down into her throat
>Rarity's eyes widen as your dick invades her esophagus
>her tongue is pressed flat against the underside of your shaft
>she's doing her best to contain herself
>but is failing spectacularly
>her eyes are round and large
>drool is leaking down her chin as she tries to contain herself
>tears are forming at the edges of those large eyes
>her nose is beginning to run ever so slightly
>Rarity's coat pales even further than it naturally is as your block her only access to air
>but you care not
>for the inside of her throat is the most divine experience your cock has felt in a long while
>you can feel Rarity's entire body quivering
>small shakings and tiny tremblings throughout her
>reverberating up into you via the connection of only your hands and your cock stuffed in her gullet
>fuck, this is almost a religious experience
>The Anon, The Rarity, and the Holy Dick
>eh, you coulda done better
>regardless of your horrible sacrilege, you're going to town on dress horse
>you gently bob her head for her along your shaft, as a high pitched whine escapes from somewhere inside her
>you're slamming your crotch against her nose
>cockhead grinding against some warm, thick place inside her throat
>god, it's fucking awesome
>one hand reliquishes her mane
>and Rarity makes a gurgling noise that might have been able to have been mistaken for a sigh of relief
>you make her regret that almost immediately, as your hand has other plans
>it grips her horn
>using it as an impromptu handle
>and your drag Rarity's mouth along your cock with more zest and fervor than ever before
>slamming and jamming, you pick up the pace
>gently stroking her sensitive horn
>Rarity closes her eyes hard, and a muffled scream contorts its way past your cock
>a gently place on the floor tells you that you've succeeded in at least one goal so far
>but the second one is yet to
>*beat*
>come
>you chuckle quietly to yourself
>which is soon replaced by a soft grunt
>damn, the mix between this heavenly oral work and your lack of orgasm for the past four days or so is really taking its toll
>you're not going to be able to last much longer
>luckily for Rarity
>the poor mare looks like she can't take much more
>her entire chin is soaked in slobber
>her salvia having dripped along your balls
>her eyes are red from the lack of air, and it appears as though she's ready to pass out at any moment
>however, you've gotten her off
>so it's not COMPLETE abuse
>you'll be sure to tell that to the police ponies right before they haul your ass off to the dungeons or whatever happens here in terms of crime and punishment
>your balls clench
>and the rising tide in your gut lets you know that Rarity's about to get 3000% of her daily recommended dose of protein
>you make sure you have a secure handle on Rarity's horn, and you push backwards
>you almost pull all the way out, your head still just behind her teeth
>Rarity opens her mouth, eyes watering as she prepares to take a breath—
>and just before she can, you yank on her horn, thrusting forward with your hips at the exact same time
>you just manage to cut off her air right before she can get any
>you switch your hand from her horn to her head, and push down and forward with all your might
>your cock is buried down to the hilt once more
>and you let loose the flood
>Rarity's eyes are wider than you ever thought possible
>and that's a fucking achievement on a animal with eyes that take up 1/3rd of its face
>her eyelashes are bent and frayed
>her mane frazzled and more messy than any amount of lack of sleep and overworking could ever do to her
>you shoot off thick, hot ropes of cum down her throat with the force of a super soaker
>one for each day you've gone without whacking it
>it's already quite a lot that you're spewing out
>but for somepony so small...
>Rarity makes a retching noise, reminiscent of a twig stuck in a lawnmower
>her eyes dart around frantically in her head as your second wave comes
>this time, even though it's more diluted with seminal fluid, and therefore more liquid than your first shots
>it's still a lot
>and it is still about the same consistency as maple syrup
>you blast off inside her, and as you do it, you make the fortunes decision to look down
>there's a clear bulge in her throat where your cock is
>and you can see it visibly trembling as your cock bucks and vibrates inside of her food tube
>god, that's the hottest thing ever
>a third wave overpowers your second wave as you somehow manage to have two orgasms simultaneously
>biting your lip and letting your eyes roll back, you shut off your brain and enjoy the ride
>a luxury that Rarity, unfortunately, does not have
>all that cum has to go somewhere
>and she really is a small pony
>due to some poor, oxygen deprived actions on her part
>she decides not to make her best effort and swallow for everything she's worth
>you feel the pressure build up under your cock, and then the warm, wet sperm slime that you've been shooting inside her squirm around it
>holy shit
>you're cumming so much that she's actually overflowing
>tears of streaming from Rarity's eyes
>and cascading down her cheeks
>bubbles of drool leak out from between her bottom lip and your cock in a way that would certainly horrify her in any normal circumstance
>sweat pours down her face in any place where other liquids do not take precedence
>there's an infernal gurgling
>like the time someone back in high school shoved 20 rolls of toilet paper in the toilets in the teacher's bathroom and flushed them all at once
>her jaw opens slightly, and a wave of cum shoots out of her mouth
>soaking your crotch in your semen
>and you're still going strong
>viscous, mollasus-like shots of dick cream deep into her throat that just bubbles back up and spews out of her mouth
>she feebly raises one hoof
>pawing at your thigh
>trembling as she fights to stay conscious
>her throat vibrating faster than a hummingbird's wings
>her ears flop feebly in protest as your hands keep her head locked firm in position
>and your cock deep in her gullet
>there's so much of it
>it's bubbling over her lips and onto her cheeks now
>mostly due to the angle at which you now hold her head
>it's thick, like glue
>just oozing, oozing, oozing
>dripping down her chin
>overtaking the saliva
>And creating trails of potential little Anons down her neck
>there's a small bubble at her nostril before two off-white, warm jets of jizz shoot out of them
>splattering against your stomach and lower abdomen
>her eyes fall to a half lid
>she's certain to pass out at any moment
>but Rarity's a fighter
>and she's doing her fucking best to last until the end
>her tears are a pretty steady stream
>they're almost as thick as your jizz, if you're going to be completely honest
>her eye shadow and mascara are beginning to run with the deluge pouring from her eyes
>creating teal and black streaks down her cheeks
>that mingle for a moment and then disappear into the opaque, eggnoggy color of your cock cream
>your double orgasm finally subsides
>there are only merely feeble, watery spurts being contributed to the mess inside her now
>but there's still so much left over from before
>you feel her throat working against your member
>would you look at that
>she's finally starting to swallow
>there's got to a be a goof amount under your cock that she's stuffing into her stomach
>because that's all she's gotta get at now that he throat is once again sealing around your cock
>thick rivers of your cum are still leaking from her nostrils
>and you hear another tell-tail pitter patter on the floor at lets you know orgasm number two for Rarity is ugo
>but now you're both tied in the orgasm race
>and you can't let Rarity
>get off
>that easily
>you decide to grant her the boon of breath
>you're not heartless, after all
>just horny as fuck
>you grip the back of her mane
>and pull down
>Rarity's eyes derp in opposite directions
>you have to contain your snorting
>and with the sound of a plunger being removed from one of those toilets that had 20 rolls of toilet paper stuffed into it
>your cock slides free of the slimy prison
>but air is not to grace Rarity yet
>as your cock leaves her mouth, waves and waves of semen leak from within her
>now fully unobstructed, your cum can pour out freely
>And in fact, must do so before Rarity can have any hope of respiration
>a thick strand connects the tide oozing from her mouth and your cock
>in fact, it's a direct strand to your urethra
>you don't bother to break it, and instead watch as Rarity fights to remain conscious
>her tears have stopped at this point
>the streaks of makeup line where the rivers have flowed
>the fake eyelash on her lift eye has detached, and is now plastered to her cheek by a mix of sweat, tears, and cum
>thick, rich streams of cum plug her nose and ring around her snout
>connected to cum from her mouth, and blocking her breath from going through her nose
>she slowly lowers her haunches to the floor
>trembling from lack of air
>the cum is like a thick sheet of silly putty, hanging off of her chin
>suspended in midair
>finally, the weight is too much, and part of it breaks off to splatter against her forelegs
>it's quite a lot, but it barely makes a dent in the sheer amount of sperm that cakes her and flows from her various facial orifices
>you pat her on the back of the head
"Good girl."
>she looks up at you
>is that disdain?
>nah, that's more of...
>exasperated resignation
>it's a look your mother gave you often
>...minus your cum being splattered on her face
>you ain't no greek king
>Rarity shivers, and with a deep cough, manages to dislogdes most of your cum from her throat
>a good portion of it on the floor
>in a large, gelatinous puddle
>"You are going to clean that up," she squeaks faintly before inhaling with the force of a thousand vacuum cleaners
>you chuckle
"Of course, Rares."
>you owe it to the poor mare
>you did almost push her to brain-damage levels of oxygen deprivation
>she's a fucking trooper
>and a master oral provider
>Rarity's chest is heaving up and down as cum drips all over her
>she's too busy savoring the air to care about the state she's in
>you know that will only last for so long
>there's a small cough
>you quickly pull up your pants, and step to the side
>Cookie is laying on her back still
>"Anon?"
>oh shit
"Y-Yes?"
>"This is a bit embarrassing..."
>oh fuck...
>"But can you help me up off my back? The jeans are so tight that I can't move my legs, you see. I'd be stuck flailing here like a bug on her back! Or really, you know, a pony on her back."
>phew
>maybe she was really so preoccupied with all that that she didn't notice you choking her daughter with your cock
>you step over towards her while Rarity braces herself on all fours, still inhaling deeply and rapidly
>you glance over Cookie
>her large, shapely flanks pressed against the floor
>clearly straining against the fabric of her jeans
>her face looking up at you
>pleading so sweetly
>with large, light blue eyes
>u-unf
>even though you just delivered a load so massive it was nearly fatal
>you feel your pants beginning to tighten
>you reach down, and grab Cookie around her hoof
"Ready?"
>she nods
>her blue bun bouncing slightly
>that's fucking adorable
>stupid cute, sexy ponies
>you hoist her up
>Cookie gasping slightly
"You okay?"
>she tenderly rests on her hooves
>"I'll manage. Thank you, Anon."
>she turns towards Rarity, but you quickly step in the way
>she cocks an eyebrow, and you smile as innocently as you can muster
>shit
>think of something real quick to avoid suspicion!
"So... did you ever got those jeans on?"
>smooth
>Real fuckin' smooth
>Cookie sighs, and shakes her rear
>that full, thick rear
>you gently squeeze your legs together to stealthily avoid boner detections
>"Nope, I'm afraid not, Anon. I guess I've changed too much since my younger days. More than I thought, anyway..."
>seeing this, an idea hatches in your head
>an awful idea
>a wonderful idea
>a wonderful, awful idea
"I could help you out, if you'd like, Cookie."
>her eyes light up
>"Really Anon?"
>you nod
>"You don't think it's silly? You'll really help out?"
>bitch did you or did you not jsut nod
>god
>these horses sometimes, you sweat
>anyway
>time to get to work
>you position yourself behind her
>hands slowly traveling to her hips
"Alright, this is gonna feel a bit weird..."
>Cookie rolls her eyes, giggling
>"Oh, don't worry, Anon."
>"I'm up for 'weird'."
>on that, she turns her head just enough so that you can see her fully
>and she winks
>holy fuck
>your thighs won't be able to hold this monster back for much longer
>if your pants hadn't already been obliterated earlier, they'd be in tatters now
>you set your hands on her flanks, and tuck your fingers under the hem of the jeans
"Ready?"
>she nods
>you spread your legs, and with a motion of your hands, hers as well
>"Wha?"
>you squat slightly, your cock slapping right in between Cookie's parted flanks
>"Anon, I'm not sure—"
"Don't worry, Cookie."
>you squeeze her flanks around your cock, biting your lip
"'I'm just making sure your flanks will fit."
>you yank up on her pants, thrusting forward with your hips at the same time
>she lets out a small gasp as her tail hikes up
>the soft, plush feeling of her flanks enveloping your cock
>the thin, yet silky coat of hers gently dances along your member
>you breathe heavily as you thrust forward and yank back just as quickly
>"A-Anon, I'm not sure that you're—"
"Why must you doubt me, Cookie?"
>"Because even my youngest daughter would be able to tell that you're hotdogging me."
>fuck
>"She might not call it that, specifically, but it's very evident."
>shit
>Well, you guess that was only to expected
>you blush, and begin to move your cock from between her beautiful buns
>she turns to look at you, giving you a sultry smile
>"Now, I never said to stop, Anon, dear. Just that you shouldn't bother trying to fool me any longer."
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>you lick your lips, and place your cock back into its snug hold between Cookie's generous flanks
"You still want help with the jeans though, right?"
>she nods
>"I'm sure it can wait a few more moments though... you're pretty eager, as I can tell."
>oh yes
>and how
>you squeeze her flanks together, savoring the amazing sensation of her soft coat and plush bottom against your hard member
>you establish a rhythm of thrusts as you begin to hump Cookie
>your cockhead pressing up against the base of her tail
>it's firm and warm, yet not hard and uncomfortable to press against
>your breath comes out in shallow gasps as you approach your second orgasm, your stamina eroded from your earlier activities with Rarity
>Cookie takes notice of your irregular spasms and jolts against her backside, and puts 2 and 2 together
>"Aw, so soon, Anon?"
>hell no
>you can get a grip on this
>you ain't no nancy boy
>you take a deep breath, slowing down your movements as your balls throb in annoyance from the sudden stop
>you're edging yourself best you can as a thick spurt of precum splashes against Cookie's tail
>dripping downward as you continue to hotdog the mature mare
>u-unf
>no
>bad brain
>you've got to hold on
>you've got to hold out
>you're better than this
>you're Anon, MILF Conqueror Extraordinary! The conqueror of many countless mother mares!
>well, one and a half, you guess
>but you're on a mission to raise that up to two!
>you sweat feverishly as you continue to thrust again and again against Cookie's backside
>you feel a warm, wet sensation along the base of your cock
>shit, she must finally be giving in to her full arousal
>this is confirmed by a hot, rubbery bump against the lowest part of this region of your cock
>she's winking against you
>oh Jesus
>even Anon, the Mighty MILF Master, can't handle something like that
>you grit your teeth
>you can't hold it back any longer
>with a guttural growl, you release yourself onto Cookie's backside
>your cock pushes straight up, the head parting the fibers that consist of her tail hair
>and your balls contract close to your body as you pump out your jizz all over her back
>you can feel her trembling beneath you with each jet of cum that lands on her
>you let out a sigh of contentment
>watching as you drain your balls all over Cookie
>the floodgates have been opened
>now there is nothing to do but watch
>and occasionally spasm as you ride your orgasm
>Cookie bucks her hips up at sometime around your fourth shot of cum
>her pussy grinding against the bottom half of your length
>her clit winking and rubbing earnestly against your rigid member
>you slap your hands back down onto her rump, relishing in hearing her moan as a result
>with a final buck upward, you send a high arc of cum over her
>and watch it splatter against the back of her mane
>oof, that's gonna be a bitch to get out
>oh well
>that's not your problem
>(although, if the daughter takes after the mother, it soon will be)
>with a final few weak spurts, your cock dribbles very watery jizz down Cookie's crack
>and you pull your cock free from her plot's grip
>you step back, feeling sapped of energy
>and you admire your handiwork
>Cookie's entire back is painted in long lines of cum
>and like mentioned previously, a drizzling of it drips down her bun
>even her flanks got a nice splatter of jism
>that was a good time
>however, her pussy is winking furiously
>and the lips are puffy and shining with moisture
>seems like she didn't get off
>and that means your job ain't done