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Silver thrust into his newest conquest, groaning happily as the fox’s ass swallowed up his cock. It was a familiar feeling of both pleasure and triumph when mounting someone new, and there was a thrill – as always – in doing it to another male, too. It felt wonderful. Not better or worse than females, but different and just as good. This one had taken some effort, though: Silver had gradually gotten him worked up enough that he had no choice but to admit that he occasionally fantasized about getting fucked.

“God, fuck me,” the fox moaned in absolute bliss, his entire body quivering beneath the stallion as that fat cock bumped against the vulpine’s prostate. “Please fuck me.”

“I will, at a pace you can handle,” the grey pony nickered, thrusting in sharp enough to make the fox yelp and demonstrate why he was taking it slow, as his medial ring popped through his tight ring of muscle. “See?”

“Y-yeah, but… g-god, I need it,” the fox whimpered. He was already leaking onto his mattress, but that was his problem. Silver wouldn’t be staying the night, even if he very much liked the fox.

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll get it. Just need to give that cute little ass a little more time to relax,” Silver chuckled. “Then I’ll make you my mare.”

“Rrrf, yes, please,” the fox begged. He clenched rather hard around Silver’s cock, but slowly relented. Silver took that as a sign that he was ready, and began to slowly roll his hips, each thrust making his lover moan out.

He felt incredibly tight. Foxes often weren’t, but this one seemed rather new to pony-sized cocks. All the better, Silver thought, as he dug his fingers into his round, orange cheeks and admired, briefly, the sight of his cock disappearing into that warm, well-lubed tightness.

Then, as the fox didn’t show any kind of discomfort, he began to properly fuck him, hard enough to rock the entire bed. That quickly dissolved the other male into nothing but whimpers, moans, and squealing pleas for more, sounding as if he’d never been properly fucked before. Well, Silver would happily change that.

His mind wandered a little as he worked himself into that steady fuck-rhythm, though. Not that it wasn’t pleasurable; it very much was that, and then some. The way the fox whimpered and squirmed, and the way he kept clenching – and probably soaking the sheets with precum – each time Silver’s cock bumped against his prostate. It was great. Still, he thought about tonight’s date with someone else, and how he might make that a good time. That relationship hadn’t exactly been going where he had wanted it to go, but he wasn’t the type to break things off without putting in some effort first.

The fox had asked him, too. But oh, no. Silver had been perfectly clear about that, he’d always need the space to play with others. It was simply a part of being him, and not a part he was willing to change for anyone. Not yet, at least. Maybe in the distant future. But, realistically, probably not.

“Gonna be a good pup for me?” he rumbled, reaching down to grasp the fox’s slick cock and being rather pleased with how rock-hard and soaked he was. “And cum all over your bed?”

“N-nff, s-soon, I’ll-” the fox stuttered in that classic cadence of having his brains fucked out and each thrust interrupting both his mouth and mind.

“Let’s have you earn it, then,” Silver huffed, and grabbed the fox by his hips. He fell back and pulled his vulpine lover on top of him. “Show me how much you love riding this pony.”

Was it a little stereotypical? Perhaps, but he did love being ridden.

The fox did so, clumsily at first, taking a good few minutes to find a good position and rhythm, but so turned on that his hardness never faltered, not for a second. And soon enough, he was bouncing on Silver’s cock, the effeminate fox moaning at the top of his lungs with each trembling flex of his legs. He was just so adorably eager to breed himself – or at least give doing so his best attempt – on the equine cock.

“Keep doing that and I’m going to- going to fill you right up,” Silver grunted. His pleasure was rising quickly, too, as the fox’s ass coaxed him towards a climax.

It took only a little longer before his lover suddenly stiffened, and with a yelp that sounded almost terrified, came. He moaned and whimpered as his cock twitched and bucked, proudly painting his bed with thick ropes of cum, forced out of him by the bigger and stronger male’s cock. With his job done, and a satisfied smirk on his face, Silver let those clenching contractions push him over the edge, too.

He erupted into the other male proudly, gush after gush of potent stallion cum flooding him as Silver’s cock throbbed, filling him with that virile seed just like would a mare. He savored the moment, grunting and groaning and thrusting as deep as possible to make sure his cum stayed inside him. There was that aspect of dominance, too; marking other men with his cum like this always made him orgasm a little harder. Yet, the moment was quickly over, once the fox’s muscles had been too exhausted by the riding to keep going, and he had no choice but to roll over, pulling Silver into a spooning position for a few minutes while the two of them quietly enjoyed the last fading twitches of his shaft.

Once those had ebbed, too, and Silver had no more cum to give his lover, with them both satisfied and spent, he slowly pulled out from underneath the fox’s tail. That was his favorite part with other males; the focused tightness of the pucker really made it feel like he wanted to keep the stallion’s cock inside him for as long as possible, perhaps forever. It took effort to overcome the squeeze, but with a playful little slap on the fox’s orange ass, he managed to extricate himself with a quiet pop. The fox was left gaping, if only briefly, before he clenched to stem the flow of cum.

Silver also really loved it when his partners wanted to keep his seed inside of themselves. He gave the fox’s round ass a little squeeze, realized that he had forgotten to ask for his name, and then forgot to do it again as he hopped into the shower. Not that he minded being a little dirty after sex, but he had a date tonight, with someone he had been pursuing.

That someone would eventually require a serious talk. She seemed to still be certain that the pony could be convinced to be monogamous, that she could have him all for herself. Nothing could be further from the truth, Silver thought, as he scrubbed his chest and arms with soap before moving further down. It wasn’t that she couldn’t have him, all of him, even. She just couldn’t have him exclusively.

He wasn’t that kind of person, and he never had been. A steady, monogamous relationship was a nice fantasy for someone else; he liked sharing his affections – and getting them in return – equally from anyone he met that he felt any chemistry with, like the fox he had just met the other day. If it’d ever lead to anything more, if he’d become a friend with benefits or simply disappear now that he’d gotten the dose of pony-cock that he had yearned for, Silver didn’t know, but he was fine with it either way.

After a warm but quick shower and a quick scrub with whatever soap the fox had available, he was finished and got out, borrowing one of his momentary lover’s towels. Just then, his phone chimed.

“Sorry, I don’t think we’re a good fit and…”

The message went on for about three paragraphs. It was from the person he was supposed to have a date with tonight, a rather adorable female collie. In the message, she went into great detail about how she really wanted it to work out, but that she wanted Silver to settle down and commit to her alone before they could really be together, and so on, and so on. The pony read every word of the message, even as his eyes threatened to glaze over. He sighed.

On the one hand, he did like the dog. On the other, she had been getting a little clingy, hinting that he should stay exclusive, and he just wasn’t that kind of pony. It was a bittersweet feeling, really, because when someone started to feel that way – a feeling that he just couldn’t reciprocate – it inevitably meant that they’d end up separated, if not angrily so, then merely drifting apart over time.

But while it was bittersweet, it was also a relief. At some point, Silver had begun to feel outright frustrated about those types. He was honest about it; in every relationship he started, the very first thing he told them was that he’d never be exclusively theirs, just as he’d never be exclusively anyone’s. That was a lack of understanding on their part. If they truly loved him enough to want him, why did they want to change who he was, especially on such a fundamental level?

He had endless affection to share anyway. Too much to restrict to any one person. What was wrong with loving everyone who loved him? As long as each person was accepted for what they were, what could anyone possibly have against a loose relationship of free love, pleasure, and, well, sex?

So really, the cancellation and implied breakup felt more like a night off to him, freeing him up to do whatever he wanted. That’s not to say that it didn’t hurt a little. Silver was empathetic, he understood how it probably felt for them even if he didn’t feel the same way. However, he wasn’t about to let it bother him much beyond that.

As he finished drying himself, he wondered if he should just spend the night with a fox. He certainly still had a lot more space inside him to pump some cum into. And Silver might, he figured, want to take a ride on him, too.

But then, another notification on his phone broke the silence. This one caught his eye in a much more positive way! It was from a wolf, Hemlock, he’d met through a friend of a friend, and who now, he read, had gone into heat. But according to the message, she was having issues actually getting pregnant. Despite trying out half a dozen males – so the text read, verbatim – nothing had taken, and she was getting desperate. That friend of a friend had then told Hemlock about Silver.

He was, apparently, a stallion of almost legendary virility among his friends. The thought made him snort with amusement. He was virile, and he was proud of that, but perhaps the reputation was a little exaggerated. Or maybe not. He’d certainly not say that it was, he enjoyed the little ego boost it gave him.

But their mutual friend had then recommended that she invite Silver to her “breeding party” where she apparently was at the moment, to try to breed her along with another dozen or so males. His cock stirred pleasantly at the thought. It was exactly the kind of distraction that he’d merrily welcome to take his mind off the annoyance of “potential lovers who wanted exclusivity” that he had run into so many times in the last few months.

He left the fox a little note saying that he’d be happy to see him again sometime on his kitchen table. If he’d take the chance, Silver didn’t know, but at least he’d know where his stud went.

Silver got dressed and headed off towards Hemlock’s house. It was picturesque, in a nice neighborhood, with the setting summer sun framing the whole area in sensual tones of gold and silver. The perfect time for things like this, really. Though Silver didn’t seek long-term relationships, he still found every session with his friends and acquaintances romantic in their own way. There was affection to it. A lot of affection. It was just the kind of pony he was; he put all of himself into every session, and he loved those who loved him, just in his own way.

He knocked on Hemlock’s door. Nobody answered, which wasn’t too surprising, given that the whole, well, breeding orgy had already started. Silver tried the door and found it open, so he stepped inside, and found himself in the middle of a throng of males all waiting for their turn, who all went silent as they saw him. It was hard to compete with most equines when it came to being a proper stud. Not impossible, but hard, and these ones clearly found themselves a little outmatched. Silver almost wanted to pet and reassure them that they’d get to have their fun, too, just after he’d fucked Hemlock pregnant with a foal or two.

He found his way to the bedroom – a big bedroom with multiple beds – where the black-furred and red-haired wolf was currently being fucked by a fox at a steady, if a little belabored pace. As he entered, though, said fox grew rather still. Hemlock winked at Silver, and then pushed gently on the fox.

“Take a little break, hun. Calm your nerves, you’ll be able to cum later,” she grinned. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your turn too. But I need this right now.”

With a whine – half the sound of his ego deflating like a punctured tired, and half relief that he had an excuse to take a break, apparently suffering from too much anxiety to cum – he pulled out of the wolf’s sex and moved to the side of the bed.

Silver could absolutely sympathize with the poor fox. Being able to cum while being stared at by a dozen other guys was probably agonizingly hard if you were even a little bit shy. Luckily, he wasn’t. Not one bit. And so, he slowly pulled off his shirt, and then his pants as well, with a sly grin on his face as his appropriately stallion-sized cock sprung free with a bounce that made even the supposedly straight guys gasp and murmur.

“So, you sure about this? Because I’d bet this one will take,” Silver grinned as he climbed into bed with Hemlock, and traced his fingers all the way from the wolf’s breasts to her soft but flat belly, just where her womb was. “I’ll be making you swell with a baby or two.”

“Mmh, I’m sure. But put your money where your mouth is, first. Or your cock,” Hemlock grinned. She had that “bitch in heat” fragrance to her, a spicy and deeply feminine light musk that had a tendency to drive any man wild. Silver was no exception, but he was an old hand at pleasing people, so he had developed enough self-control to not go hog wild at the slightest whiff of fertility. “You’re not that virile until my belly’s swelling, you know.”

That was a challenge if he’d ever heard one. And he was happy to demonstrate.

He was in no hurry, though. He liked the teasing almost as much as he liked the climax. And it was equally enjoyable to watch the others in the room squirm as he let his comparatively massive stallion-cock flop onto the wolf’s belly. Instead of taking her right away, he pulled the wolf into a sitting position and guided her hand to his cock, while catching one of her nipples in his mouth. He pursed his lips around the hard little nub and swept his tongue around and over it, making the wolf squirm with excitement, and twice so as her fingers wrapped around his stallion-sized length and squeezed.

“Size isn’t- nnf! Size isn’t the same as virility you k-know,” she moaned, though she clearly enjoyed what she was feeling so far. Silver flexed his cock in her hands, and a dribble of his warm precum oozed down and over the wolf’s fingers.

“How about the size of these?” Silver rumbled, gently grabbing the wolf’s wrist and guiding it, this time, to his balls.

They were just about as heavy as they could be despite him already emptying them earlier that day. He didn’t need long to recover, which was sometimes a curse, and other times, a blessing. Today was one of the latter.

“M-maybe,” Hemlock huffed, cupping the stallion’s hefty sack gingerly, yet almost worshipfully, her heat no doubt making her fantasize about them being emptied inside her. That was, after all, the whole reason she was here, and especially, it was the reason she had invited the pony. It felt good to have anyone seed her, of course, Hemlock thought, but knowing it was someone that potent doing it was another experience entirely. As if her body knew that he could manage what the others couldn’t.

It made her damn womb clench, or twitch, or whatever that heat-struck and fertile part of her body did when it quivered with excitement. She squeezed the pony’s balls a little harder, and then hard enough to make him grunt.

“So, are you sure you want it?” he asked, one more time, mostly just to tease her. Her need and desire were obvious, but it still felt good to force her to say it out loud, to admit it for the entire room.

“Y-yes, I want it,” Hemlock replied, stuttering as the pony’s tongue swept across her nipple again and made her shiver. “So fucking give it to me already!”

“Gladly,” Silver replied. He pushed Hemlock off his lap, though without his cock ever leaving the warm comforts of her body, and then laid her on her back, which was, in his experience, the best position for a successful breeding.

He grabbed the wolf’s legs, warm and soft, and spread them wide. Indulging himself for one final moment, he leaned down and dragged his tongue up along the whole length of her slit, caressing those swollen, wet folds while the entire room looked on. She even tasted fertile, and the flavor of her juices on his tongue was nearly enough to make him squirm, too.

After that, the rest happened almost on autopilot. He took his place between the wolf’s legs and guided his cock to kiss her entrance sensually, like a lover. She moaned eagerly in response, and Silver felt her sex twitch. She needed it badly, and he wasn’t going to make the beautiful lupine wait any longer. He thrust in, slowly, grunting and even whinnying softly as her body yielded around him, only to engulf and embrace him as tight as a vice, all but trapping his cock – and especially the flared tip – inside her, with the unspoken carnal promise of not letting him go before he had finished his duty of breeding her.

“No way she can take all of that,” someone whispered behind them. Silver’s chest heaved with another warm surge of pride. His cock wasn’t all that he was, but he was proud of what nature had gifted him.

“Bet she can,” someone else replied. “Look at how goddamn wet she is.”

He slipped inward an inch or so. Hemlock moaned. Another few inches disappeared into her steaming hot body, this time all the way to the median ring. This time, she didn’t moan, but gasped, trying to draw breath. Her eyes fluttered at the sensations, which, thanks to her heat, felt even better than just being fucked. Much better. It felt like heaven, and it made her convulsively wrap her slender legs around the pony’s hips to pull him deeper.

“Jeez, she’s really going for it,” came another whisper. The room was almost quiet, as if the audience couldn’t quite believe that Hemlock was taking all of the pony. But take him, she did. Eventually, his blunt cockhead nudged gently against her cervix, and his balls rested snugly against her soaked crotch. He stayed there for a while, not moving a muscle, as the rest of the room more or less faded from his awareness for now. All there was, all that was important, was the fertile pussy wrapped around his cock and the beautiful woman that it belonged to.

And so, he began to thrust, taking his time to enjoy that wet, warm bliss that engulfed him. To savor the needy little twitches of her inner muscles around his length, massaging every inch of his equine pride. To relish how each time his median ring popped out, each time his flare nudged her g-spot, he made Hemlock moan and squirm. It was pure ecstasy, and they had barely begun, but then again, he didn’t have all night. Sooner or later the others would want their turns too; they’d only be content watching the superior stud for so long.

So, even though he wanted to take a little longer simply tormenting the lupine beauty beneath him, Silver eventually worked his pace up to a steady, still leisurely pace that nonetheless had the pleasure quickly grow and resonate as he slowly rutted into her almost scalding hot body. The leisurely pace didn’t last long in the fires of lust, though, and soon Silver was thumping his cock into the wolf a little faster, with a little more urgency. Her red hair was already a mess, and she was panting with desire, the occasional anticipatory clench of her snatch around him emphasizing the immense need to get pregnant that her heat had infused her entire being with.

He’d soothe that heat. Oh, would he ever soothe that heat. He was naturally a productive stallion, but right now he felt like his balls would actually burst if he didn’t get to fill his newest mare soon. He grasped one her breasts – both bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts – and squeezed. Briefly, he wondered if he should’ve teased her about how they’d soon be heavy with milk, but then, he decided not today. Right now, the rolling motions of his hips did all the teasing that was really necessary.

He was barely even aware of what was happening in the rest of the room, which would provide him with a pleasant surprise soon, but for now, all that mattered was their mutual, cresting pleasure.

“Cum for me,” he told the wolf, who was already squirming and tensing up, her breath coming in ragged little gasp. “Show me how much you want it.”

His hand snuck between the two to rub a finger over her stiff little clit.

“I- I’m gonna-” Hemlock moaned, rocking her hips against Silver’s fingers and at the same time, impaling herself deeper on his cock.

“Do it,” he emphasized. “I want to feel you milk my cock.”

Hemlock’s back arched. She was a split second away from her orgasm, her muzzle half-open in breathless bliss. It was a beautiful look, Silver thought, that moment of passing over the edge of orgasm. He treasured it, and knowing it was him that had brought her to that edge made the moment all the sweeter.

She came with a surprisingly quiet, choked howl of pleasure. One moment she was tense, and then she was thrashing beneath the stud of a pony, kicking and shuddering, to the point that Silver had to pin her firmly to the mattress to keep fucking her without slipping out. Her claws dug into his back and scratched, but he didn’t mind; it only showed how lost in pleasure she was. And of course, there was the best feeling of all as the wolf succumbed to the pleasure of his cock; feeling her fertile sex eagerly clench around him in a rapid rhythm, the tell-tale and almost hungry twitching that wanted to pull him over the edge too, to give her heated womb what it craved.

Silver could’ve resisted, could’ve fought that milking and squeezing sensation for a little bit. But he didn’t want to, and instead let release wash over him. With a grunt, and then a whinny, he pushed as deep into Hemlock’s hungry body as he could, and erupted. Each time he throbbed inside her, a thick rope of virile cum splattered against the wolf’s cervix, almost certain to knock her up in a matter of minutes. The sensation was, as it always was, incredible; the mixture of dominance over another, a total helplessness in the throes of his own orgasm, the immense and triumphant satisfaction that surged through him in response to every twitch of his equine cock, and of course, those spasms of ecstasy were, each, punctuated by the wolf’s moans.

By the end of it, she was so full of his seed that her belly was ever so slightly bloated. Silver propped himself up on his elbows – to keep himself from slumping down and squashing the smaller wolf – as his balls finished doing their life-giving duty.

“There you go, that should do it,” he panted. “Just call me when you want another round.”

Hemlock’s response was barely verbal at all; a little scatterbrained hum and a giggle, the wolf completely dazed after how hard she had cum, and her head swimming with the very feminine satisfaction of being inseminated while in heat.

“I’ll always be available if you want more,” Silver added with a little smug wink and a grin. “Just not only for you.”

The wolf murmured something affirmative. Silver let her body enjoy his cock for a little longer before he slowly pulled out, sliding one her pillows under her hips to help gravity keep most of his cum inside. Of course, plenty would spill when the other males had their turns, but by then, she’d almost certainly already be pregnant. A little trickle of white still managed to escape, but that was such a delightful look that Silver didn’t care about the few wasted drops.

It was only after he finished talking to the wolf – all of Silver’s attention had been entirely focused on the beautiful lupine and her amazing pussy – that he realized the other men in the room were still going at it. One grunted as he finished, thrusting balls deep into a woman he hadn’t even realized was in the room. And she, an otter with white paints all across her brown fur, was looking at Silver with a naughty glint in her eye even as she took every drop of cum that the wolf had to offer.

“Yeah, don’t mind me,” she grinned. “I came with a friend of mine ‘cause I wanted to watch him breed her, but then you kinda stole the show- nnf!”

She moaned as the wolf leaned down to lick her neck, briefly affectionate and playful now that he’d gotten to empty his balls.

“And then you got too worked up?” Silver asked. He was basking, really, in the amount of attention he was getting. Especially as he could plainly see the otter staring at his cum-soaked cock that hadn’t quite gone soft yet.

“Then I got too worked up, and you were hogging the wolf anyway, so I decide to use some of these- ow, keep the knot inside for just- OW!” she yelped as the wolf yanked his cock out of her now that he was done. “Asshole,” the otter hissed, a deluge of cum escaping from her well-fucked pussy with a wet squelch.

Her eyes darted to Hemlock, who was finally – after the pony’s solo performance-turned- marathon – only now taking her second lover, though certainly his attempts would result only in a sticky orgasm rather than any pregnancy with how thoroughly Silver had already seeded her.

He was rather proud of that fact, with a naughty kind of pleasure radiating through him as he glanced back to watch a weasel slide inside the wolf. This one wasn’t even half his size, and Hemlock didn’t really seem to feel much of him, not after the thorough fucking with a proper stallion’s shaft.

Not that it mattered, she was clearly having fun anyway, enjoying the spirit of the act quite thoroughly, as most women in heat did. At least the ones with the good sense to be a little more open to having non-exclusive fun, so to speak.

He looked back to the otter, and she motioned him closer immediately, leaving her legs lazily spread. “So, how about I get to try out that monster of a cock, too? Don’t think I’m in heat, but I wouldn’t mind it if I ended up with a foal anyway… if you can beat the six or so guys who already creamed me while you were busy,” she grinned. That naughty grin of hers was almost as sexy as Hemlock’s.

But it was the perfect opportunity to show the wolf exactly what he meant by being himself, with always having time for a romp with those who loved and accepted him, which this otter certainly seemed to be, rather transfixed by his, well, promiscuity. Or sluttiness. He would’ve accepted either word. It’d also be rather tangible proof that he wasn’t afraid to get messy or not being first, either. No good stud was, or at least, Silver thought, they shouldn’t be. You took your shots when you could, as long as everyone was enjoying themselves.

And he absolutely wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to fill another unprotected cunt with his seed, especially when hearing its owner say that she wouldn’t mind getting pregnant had instantly made him shoot back up to full, steel-like hardness.

“Sure, I’ll try my very best,” he grinned. He glanced back at the black wolf one last time, and she smiled back, clearly just as excited by this whole scenario and just as on board with sharing Silver – along with everyone else in the room – as he was. It was a wonderful feeling, the kind of affirming rush he could’ve never gotten with a fully monogamous partner.

A little superficial, maybe. But that didn’t matter. He climbed between the otter’s legs and mushed his blunt cockhead against her entrance. The otter moaned happily and encouragingly, so he pushed harder, until the pressure – combined with the copious amount of natural, thick lube that had already been stuffed inside her – made him slip inside. It felt just as good as it had with the wolf, with her body engulfing him and squeezing him in that deeply feminine, needy way.

Silver pulled out with a nicker, his flare scraping out plenty of his competitor’s cum. Not all, but quite a lot. Hemlock’s spare bed was a mess by now, but that was something to worry about later, not now with another beautiful, unprotected woman wrapped around his shaft.

He began to thrust, with a measured slowness at first, simply enjoying the warm and messy feeling that swallowed him up right away. The otter hooked her legs around his hips, a hand diving down between her legs to feel the pony’s shaft before it spread her wide. Another one of the males at the party, this one a fox, caught the otter in a kiss even as her body was slowly bounced by hard thrusts, and someone else squeezed her breasts. All good, as far as Silver was concerned. Just like Hemlock, she seemed to love being the center of all that attention, and as long as he was the one in her pussy, he certainly didn’t mind either.

If she wasn’t fertile yet, he’d just have to fill her with so much cum that his swimmers were still there and ready for when she ended up ovulating, Silver mused. His heavy balls slapped against the otter’s soaked crotch, and it already felt as if he’d never cum at all, already. There was just something so deeply erotic about it that it drove him wild, despite his best attempts at composure; the way her body seemed to suck on him with each thrust, the sheer eagerness of every twitchy little motion and breathless whimper that spilled from her lips.

He sped up. Behind him, Silver could hear the wet slapping of someone else’s hips against Hemlock’s, and he smiled to himself, knowing that the poor whoever-it-was had no real chance of knocking her up after him. But it was still exciting, the boundaryless and casual atmosphere in the room. The otter was quickly reduced to whimpering and moaning, though it seemed that she preferred that. Maybe she approached these scenarios like therapy, an excuse to just enjoy herself. Silver didn’t know, and it didn’t matter, because the expression of bliss in her eyes was all he really needed to know.

“I really liked w-watching you fuck that wolf,” the otter moaned. She was even more shameless than Hemlock, and the squelching of frothy cum being pulled out of her by Silver’s flare emphasized that feeling. She seemed to really love being fucked by multiple men like this, which Silver couldn’t exactly blame her for. He was exactly the same with women.

“Mhm, which part of it?” Silver replied. He grasped the otter’s legs and lifted them onto his shoulders, and then nearly doubled the mustelid over as he pushed her into a mating press.

“F-fuck, I can’t- fucking all of it!” she replied. “But especially the like… how you-”

“Take your time, moan as much as you’d like. We’re not in a hurry,” Silver reassured her, with a grin, but of course, he didn’t actually stop thrusting to let the otter collect her thoughts. He had a pretty good idea of what it was that she had liked the most, anyway, and after making her moan again, he decided to just tell her.

“It was when I filled her, wasn’t it? Knowing she felt my cock throbbing inside her, and seeing my balls pressed flush against her fertile pussy?” Silver mused. “And you’d like me to do exactly that to you. Breed you full of my foals.”

“Y-yes,” the otter moaned. Her inner muscles rippled around the pony’s cock, a physical confirmation to go along with her trembling voice.

“Good, because I’m going to. Maybe you and Hemlock can help each other raise your kids,” he grinned. And oh, was he ever going to. After this one, he’d probably be spent, but women wanting him to seed them never failed to drive him absolutely wild. And so, he kept thrusting, letting his instincts take over entirely until he was almost folding the otter in two with each thrust, pinning her to the bed with a stud’s primal aggression.

“Here it comes,” he grunted, as the pleasure crested and the pressure in his still-heavy balls became far too intense to fight off, no matter how much he wanted to keep going. “Hope you’ll like being a mom.”

“God yes I am, as long as you promise to keep fucking me like this while I’m p-pregnant!” the otter squealed, her claws digging deep into the mattress of the spare bed. “Oh- oh fuck!”

Silver had been left paradoxically more sensitive by his orgasm with the wolf, and this time, he came first. Not that it mattered; he buried himself to the hilt in the otter’s pussy – the second bare cunt he had bred today – and pumped her full of his virility. She gasped at the sensation immediately, the sheer amount of heat being delivered exactly where nature demanded it go, and it was enough to break that damn and bring her own orgasm crashing over her. She couldn’t move much, pinned and folded as she was, with no choice but to let her rather eager pussy drink every last drop of cum that Silver fed it, but her orgasm was still plainly obvious from her glassy-eyed expression, and the half-voiced moans coming in rhythm with her ecstatic contractions.

“B-breed… me,” she choked, the words separated by a pulse of her climax. Clearly it was more something that just felt good to say than a request, given that her womb was already full of strong stallion-seed. Silver grunted, happily giving her exactly what she wanted by holding himself deep inside her until the very last tremor of his orgasm had passed, with his entire load safely inside the otter and hunting for her potential eggs.

“I think I already might’ve,” he huffed, with a broad smirk. Just as with Hemlock, the otter’s eyes were half-lidded by the time her orgasm ended, her mind clearly somewhere entirely different, perhaps floating on those clouds of post-coital bliss. For her, Silver might not have been the first to inseminate her, but he was certainly the one who made her cum the hardest, and he felt just as happy about that.

Besides, there was no way any of the others were as potent as him, anyhow. He felt no need to prove himself; the otter’s swelling belly would do that for him, and if not… he suspected that after such an intense orgasm, the otter might seek him out again later, when she was fertile and in the mood for some risky fun. She certainly seemed hooked on proper stallion-cock.

This time, he had no reason to pull out, so he stayed in that warm, wet bliss for a little longer, holding the otter in that mating press position for the same reason he’d put those pillows under the wolf’s hips. Just helping mother nature along a little, he mused, internally. And it gave him a good excuse to stare at the otter’s painted breasts a little longer. She looked a bit too out of it to really ask her what the body paint meant, but it really did emphasize her femininity in a very sensual way.

Still, eventually he did have to pull out, and he did so gently.

“G-going into… fuck me,” the otter paused, trying to catch her breath even minutes after the orgasm. “I’ll be in heat in like two weeks. Call me,” she told, or perhaps even ordered the pony, confirming exactly what he had just suspected. He grinned and took her number, with his usual reminder that while he’d happily breed her, he would also help other women just the same.

She looked at him almost with a sort of admiration of that free-spirited sluttiness and sexual prowess, the same way a hungry wolf might’ve looked at a steak. Silver wondered just how aggressive she’d be when actually in heat.

But that was a question he’d have the answer to in two weeks. For now, that was that. They’d all had their fun. Silver kissed both girls goodbye, and reminded them both to call him, too – in case either didn’t get pregnant and still wanted to – with the same reassurance; he’d always be there for them if they wanted some fun, but he’d never be theirs. And they were fine with it! That was really the ideal way for a relationship to be for Silver. Having playmates, sometimes even romantic ones, who were always there to share a moment with, but who wouldn’t try to change him into a steady, settled-down, and monogamous person. Because he’d never be that.

He just wasn’t that kind of pony.