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"Gotta say huff huff this idea was better than the one what landed us here!", Applebloom panted as her balls repeatedly slapped against her principal's cheek. Nof the one still hidden in her pants, but the one in her alabaster face as the Farmgirl's cock got burried in her ear canal. To say the principal was shocked when the two girls suddenly started to walk at her and then had the gall to drop their cocks on her desk would be an understatement. She couldn't even gather her words before the two wannabe Graffiti artists realed their hips back and into her head.

"I told you this would work. See, she's not complain-nngg, fuck I can feel your dick rubbing against mine!", Sweetie boasted, before the pleasure overwhelmed her, gripping Principal Celestia's hair hard to keep her balance. The older woman herself barely reacted, lost in a sea of sensations that left her a drooling giggly mess. It all felt so nice and warm and bubbly that her pussy couldn't help but gush and squirt through her pants, making a puddle beneath her desk.

"Yeah... Listen, Ah know we wanted ta git outta here, but what do ya say if we just keep fuckin her til detention's oh FUCK!?", Bloom croaked out as her orgasm hit her, flooding her head mistress's head with her thick white spunk.

"Ah'm a country gal. We know how ta treat our men right. I'll have a kiss and cold bottle o' cider ready as soon as ya get home", Applebloom stated plain and proudly, tightening the knot of her flanell shirt, showing off her midriff and daisy dukes.

"And I", Sweetie joined in, grabbing Applebloom's bottom. "Happen to have a great singing voice. You can listen to me all day, and make me sing yourself", she told him, sending a kiss his way when she was done. "But most importantly..."

"We don't mind sharing!"

"There ya go, Scoots! Feels like yer flyin, right?", Applebloom asked her friend, only half there in her mind as she desperately fingered her pussy, dripping like a juicy apple that was just bitten into. Though panting and mindless giggling aside, Scootaloo herself wasn't all there herself. With Applebloom all but kneeling on her shoulders, she gazed up with wide eyes at the dripping cunt of her comrade, while the Zebra stallion Sweetie brought along punched a hole in her womb. The Pegasus couldn't see it, but she could FEEL it. 13 inches of thick stallion meat stretching her inner walls, painfully at first, but now all that was left was pure bliss. Now that Sweetie Belle sat on her womb.

"Is it weird I wanna fuck him until my cutie mark changes?", Sweetie herself chumed in, not the least bit worried about Scootaloo. Not after what she had seen the girl survive. Besides, she had to worry about getting some of that cock herself, endlessly thrusting into Scoots' core for who knows how long. Not her. Sweetie was lost in the mad pleasure Zorn gave her, almost forgetting the other two crusaders were even there when her boyfriend, her sugar daddy and owner, smacked her tits to make those fat bags jiggle, making her giggle and laugh at the objectifying treatment.

Applebloom grit her teeth, straw caught between her jaws as the farm hand kept railing her face into the bale. Needy grunts left her throat in short bursts each time that massive cock drove into her pussy, punching her womb in long, hard thrusts over and over again making her beg for the Zebra's seed.

"Gnnggg, gaagarh! Finally!", Applebloom moaned and cried. Braeburn's hand around her neck restricted her volume a bit as he choked her, making her feel light while the alcohol buzzed in her head.

Her body felt tingly all over, goosebumps forming from the kisses to the nape of her neck, his fingers thrusting into her wet cunt over and over and faster. "Ah been reddy tree mugs ago!" the filly complained in a drunken slur before her back arched from his fingers. Her stomach spasmed as the first orgasm crashed over her body, breathing heavily as her gushing cunt squeezed his fingers. "Yer dick bett'r be just as guud!"

Both mares hurried shamelessly towards their brother and master, shuffling on all fours, hearts in their eyes which were fixated on that majestic crimson cock bobbing to full hardness with every inch they got closer.

As the older sister, Applejack claimed the leaking tip for herself, suckling that sour-sweet nectar into her maw. Suit herself, Applebloom thought. Her goal hung lower. Those delicious, musky orbs the size of Red delicious where big bro Big Mac stored all of that rich cum. One whiff of that sour aroma was enough to make her swoon, and she took multiple while she drooled over that leathery sack. She could feel that white prize sloshing inside, almost even smell it.

"Please, Mac. Just let me have a yellow collar. I promise not to overdo it! I'll stay with you forever!", she pleaded her case, hoping her service to his balls would sway her owner. But he stayed firm.

"Nnnope!"

Assuming they are of age

Applebloom would be owned by Big Mac, but since he's more protective of her, he has her wear a Red Collar, much to her frustration.

Sweetie Belle has way more liberty, choosing to wear the Magenta one for free use, happy to serve anyone any way.

Scootaloo picked the Blue Collar to match Rainbow Dash, but she really should have gone for Green. Her own fault if she can't handle it.

"Tehe, guys should know we're available, right?", Sweetie Belle chuckled as she struck her ass out, presenting the tramp stamp on her lower back.

"Just need to fuck enough and those cutie marks are ours", Apple Bloom added enthusiastically, and a little seductively. "And a few more bits in our pockets too."

"I just know we can be the best cumdumps and breeding whores anyone's ever seen", Scootaloo continued, presenting her pussy for any passerby to see.

"How do her shirts not burst? These Puppies 're spilling out of her top", Apple Bloom scowled as she watched Fluttershy put food on her tray, her breasts almost resting on the tablet as she carried it to her friends. Her massive rack was threatening to tear the seams of her white tanktop as it wobbled and jiggled with every step. If one looked hard enough, they could even see the outline of her puffy nipples.

"This isn't fair", Scootaloo added, biting her thumb to stifle any words she may not have wanted anyone to hear. Shadows hung obver their faces as they watched her in envy.

"Come on, girls", Sweetie Belle interjected, before taking a bite of her banana. "They're not that bi-gargh!" As soon as those words left her mouth, she had to swallow hard, dropping her lunch back on her tray from the pain.

"Easy for you to say."

"You're already bigger than Rarity."

Her friends each took hold of one alabaster tit, a sinister gleam flickering in their eyes as they dug their fingers into the soft flesh.