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"I don't know why you're even bringing me here." Apollo hissed softly as his hand was gripped a bit more firmly by the lean painted dog's paw.

Jake tilted his head back and lolled his tongue out in a smile. "Because you wanted to know where I worked and I told you I worked in a circus." Came the irrepressible reply.

"I thought you were being facetious." The jay bird fluffed up his feathers slightly and tried not to look annoyed as he was dragged along past row after row of brightly colored tents. "And.. ow hey slow down!"

"Sorry, you gotta hurry though. They're starting to flip on the lights." The painted dog's white tipped tail wagged back and forth rapidly behind him. Overhead strands of lights started to flicker on.

"What's so important about that?" He called at the retreating back before, cursing, he sped up and tried to catch up to his friend.

Apollo hadn't seen Jake in years. It had been long enough that he almost hadn't recognized the black, tan and white dog who had shown up at the coffee shop with an order that had been staggering. By the time they'd gotten each other's shock they'd agreed to meet later. He'd never been overly fond of the painted dog, but the pair of them had always been around each other. They'd never quite been friends, but they'd been accomplices on several instances that had left both of them in enough trouble they'd nearly ended up in juvie. He'd almost forgotten the trouble that he'd managed to get into at that age and the pup that had egged him right on.

_Well we weren't friends then, but we certainly were good at finding things to do. _ He thought drolly as he was pulled between two stiff looking tents.

The only reason they hadn't been enemies had been the fact neither of them had anyone else to hang out with. Their street had been empty of children and in school they'd been ostracized. He for being a strange avian and Jake because he talked with a lisp. So they'd kept to themselves until they'd been separated for high school and that was that. Apollo couldn't remember the last time he'd even thought of the dog. Seeing him at the coffee shop had been a shock, but what was more of a shock, was the fact that he felt at ease with the familiar mottled face and rough humor.

"How the hell did you end up in the circus?" The jay panted as Jake came to a stop and winked bright at him. He'd really thought the painted dog had been kidding when he said he ran away and joined the circus, but here they were. Under the big top. Well, near the big top at least.

"Got tired of home and school, so I took off." He leaned back against the canvass and ran a paw over his head, the palm of his hand flattening down his ears. "Whew, we're early. Good."

"Early for what? The show's already going on you know." Apollo crouched down with a flick of his tail feathers. "And why are you still here? Listen, I don't have the most consistent job ever, but if you want I can find someone to give you a job down here. Hell, I bet we could get you an apart-"

"Jesus, Apollo, just shut up." Jake snapped and flattened his ears. "I'm happy here, alright? My cousin runs one of the shows and got me a job ages ago. It's good work and good people too. Maybe not what you're used to, but they're good people. Just like a family. And that's not the show going on, that's just the rehearsals. The show doesn't start for another hour and a half. Plenty of time."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." The jay flattened his feathers a bit in shock of the defensiveness. "I just.. guess I didn't see anyone ever really joining the circus, is all."

"Yeah well, you probably didn't see much of anything for me." The dog growled with a hint of his old aggressiveness before his features smoothed. "But I'm good here. I take care of the pony act and sometimes do the show when Sara's not feeling up to it."

"Sara your cousin?" Apollo leaned back and felt himself pressed up against a pole, that was steady enough at least.

"Nah, she's not. My cousin does part of the side show. He's direct from Africa you know. Not a half breed like me, but full family line." Jake's voice took on a tone of reverence. "You're gonna meet him tonight. You'll never believe the stuff he does."

"Heh, well at least you got a good job and taking care of ponies can't be that hard. I mean, it's not like they're that big and can do much damage." Apollo clicked his beak with laughter as Jake pushed away from the tent and grinned down at him. The bright white teeth stood out against the darkness of the muzzle.

"Yeah, but they're needy little shits. Always wanting to be given attention and well... that can be tough on them. No geldings in the circus at least not yet." Jake's white tipped tail wagged and caught the light from the strand of bulbs over head. "But, I'm pretty good at knowing what they like to make 'em happy. They like them soft and sweet, and girls best of all, but we can't let them get at them. Sara's already carrying Xamir's latest get. They're getting too cocky. And that means trouble in the long run..."

The words continued as the jay stared up at the painted dog without comprehending what was being said. Too cocky? Like girls? He started to push himself up, but he didn't get to do more then heave himself to his feet before something was thrown over his head. A pair of large arms slammed into his sides as he was carried to the ground by someone far larger then himself.

"Sorry, Apollo, was hoping we'd find someone else, but they're not gonna want to do the show unless they get their treat..." Jake's voice was almost pained as the jay tried to scream out past the rough sack. What was going on?!

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From the moment Apollo was thrown out of the sack he found the world no longer played by the rules he was used to. He was emptied out onto some sawdust in the middle of a small tent that only had small lights in the four corners so that it was mostly dark. His feathers stood up along his head at odd angles from being ruffled and he narrowed his eyes angrily when he glared around the room. That was all he was able to see before rough hands gripped him and hauled him up onto two legs. He bucked and twisted in an attempt to get out, but a large painted dog handled him as if he were a toy.

The rough hands peeled off his clothes even as he kicked and cursed. His wings flailed and beat the air when his pants were summarily hauled off him and dropped down to the saw dust covered floor. His shirt torn off rather then peeled away. The man paid no attention to him, in fact, the heavy bodied dog seemed to be bored of the matter as Apollo was dropped down onto his stomach on two haybales that were stacked on top of the other. The sharp edges of the straw rubbed and scraped beneath his feathers while he let out a muted whimper of protest. He could even feel his flaccid shaft scraping against the roughness which made his feathers flatten down. It was only then that Jake made his appearance by slinking through the door with a slightly guilty expression on his younger thinner face.

"Jake let me the fuck outta here!" He scrambled to get up towards his friend, but the dog that gripped him shoved him back down again. Only this time, a broad band of leather was tugged from either side of the haybale and wrapped over his back. "THE FUCK?! LET ME GO!!!"

"Sorry, Apollo, you're they're type and we're out of time." Jake's tail wagged slowly as the jay was strapped down onto the bales. "This is my cousin." He gestured towards the big dog. "Don't worry, he's going to make sure you don't freak."

"Sara, please get the ponies ready." The larger dog spoke with a growl in his voice as a very short person stepped out of the darkness. The dainty looking mare was barely four feet tall and sugar white from nose to tail.

"I will, don't forget the pretties. They don't like them too male!" She whickered in a clear playful voice before darting for the door.

"What the hell is going on?!" He managed to cry out only to find his vision blocked by the heavy bodied dog that stood above him.

"The ponies do not perform unless they are given their bit of sugar. You, you shall be our sugar." The male rumbled and Apollo tried to squirm backwards away from the impressive figure. "Do not be so afraid, you will come to no harm. Jake, do not be lazy. Help dress him while I sooth his fears."

"Jake, please, I didn't do anything to you! I'm sorry I offended you! I didn't meant to-" Apollo tried to get an apology out, but he was silenced by a sudden flexing of the powerful paws against his beak. The words stilled and he was left trembling.

"Do not be so afraid." The heavy bodied dog crouched down to squat in front of the haybale. "What do you have to fear, Apollo? You are not hurt, you are not being threatened, you are only afraid of the unknown and the unknown... well, that is something you should never fear. It holds all the wonders of the universe..."

The voice was soft and deep. It held an edge of a purr to it as the jay bird was forced to watch Jake's cousin while he vaguely felt movement behind him. "But, I don't want this.." He managed to get out, though the words were muffled.

"You don't? Don't you wish to be valued, privileged, a part of something greater then yourself? A part of a grand circus where what you do shall make all the world cheer and applaud?" The dog's voice started to deepen, the words rolling and slightly slurring together so they wove in and out of each other. It was.. entrancing. "How can you say no to what is being offered? How can you deny how your heart is pounding and your body is flushed with pleasure that you among all the world were picked out and brought here."

Apollo tried to keep his attention on something other then the voice the moment he felt his muscles relaxing. The words were the softest purr that made him want to give over to them. He wanted to allow them to guide him and fall into their warmth. He wanted to be cushioned by them and caressed. He wanted to be valued and prized. The only distraction he had, was no distraction at all. While the large dog spoke he could feel Jake's gentle hands dragging something silken and smooth along his legs. The cool fabric caressed places where the feathers didn't protect and he felt the sensuous caress of silk being wrapped around his ankles and drawn up higher to his upper thighs.

Silk and velvet. The feel of smooth slippery material and the deep velvety voice made his body tremble on the hay bale. It became harder to want to fight. It became harder to know HOW to fight when the words spoke softly of how desired he was. How flushed his body, how joyous the mind at what would be given to him. The magic of those words rolled through his mind until he half believed he had been paw picked from a crowd for this chance. A chance others would wish to have. A chance to become a part of the greatest show in the world. He trembled at those last words while Jake's paws moved to his arms.

"Like the gladiators of old, they are prized and given to others, but only a few." The older dog murmured. "You are one of those few."

"One of those.. few.." He trailed off a little as he watched a pale pink silk glove be tugged along his hand where it draped over the edge of the hay bale.

"You are lovely, beautiful, desirable. You are Aphrodite come to glory in the touch of mortals. To feel them touch you, rouse you, caress you.." The older dog leaned down to whisper into one of Apollo's ears. The heat of the breath tickled him as the words seemed to send a stroke of need flowing through him. "You are all that is feminine, all that is soft and supple. You want their touch, crave it and need it. You want to pleasure them, drink from them, take them..."

Apollo closed his eyes and let out a soft cry as the words seemed to reach more then his ears, more than just suggest such things. The words seemed to call those desires up as he felt himself squirming against the scratchy hay. It wasn't so bad, not now at least. It wasn't so painful at all, not when he could picture it as hands that rubbed the silk along his legs and that would grip his upper thighs. The blue jay could hardly speak or think long enough to come up with a reason why he didn't want this. He only flicked his tail open and spread the long blue feathers like a blanket over his legs before raising it slightly. His beak parted with soft breaths and he turned his head when Jake's hands touched beneath the curve of his beak.

"Go tell Sara to bring them in." He whispered to his cousin, his voice so soft as if he were afraid of waking the bird. Apollo wouldn't wake. Apollo couldn't think. "You're gonna be great, Apollo, and I promise. I'll take care of you after myself."

Those were the painted dogs last words as a soft silk color was wrapped around his blue throat and a bell jingled from the apex of it. Whatever else his childhood friend might have said was lost in the heavy thud of hooves against the earth and the door opening.

Apollo froze and his eyes snapped open wide as a matched set of pony's pushed into the room with their leads being held by the small mare. Not feral ponies, but a matched set of anthro's that peered around beneath thick forelocks. They were built almost exactly the same, from the tapering of their noses to the spread of their shoulders. The taller was strawberry roan with a smattering of white along his face and bright green eyes that squinted towards Apollo before the nostrils flared and he threw up his head to tug against the lead. The one slightly behind him was just an inch shorter, but far more striking with a deep dove grey and white dapples that fell like snow flakes over his hide. The dark muzzled pony nipped the roan almost irritably.

"I thought you said there was a girl this time. I'm not gay." The grey spoke in a pained voice as the dark brown eyes flicked towards Apollo.

"Sorry, Vanir, but I think that looks quite like a girl don't you?" The little white mare stroked the dark muzzle. "Look at those soft silks and those feathers. Don't they look soft to the touch?"

The pony stared back at Apollo and the jay flushed hotly at the way the stallion stared at him, because stallion it was. Neither of them wore full clothes, instead they wore a matched set of harnesses over their relatively slender chests. One in pink and the other with purple, and both boasting flaring plumes that rose up from the head stall. The feathers bounced slightly as they shifted and lashed their tails. The roan leaned forward and twitched his lips a little bit as he tried to strain against the halter. He finally turned and snapped his blunt teeth against his brother's shoulder.

"Oh hush up, I think she looks lovely. And if you're that prissy you can take the beak." The roan twitched his tail faster behind him. "Let me go."

"No, Xamir, you have to promise. One time and then you have to do the show or we won't set you free." The little white mare kept her hold on the leads while Xamir stared down at her with a pained expression.

"Do we have to? Why not let someone else. I'm tired of doing the show." The pony snorted and the feather bobbed on his head.

"Yes! Let someone else do it! We're better now that we have two legs and we don't need to do those tricks any more!" Vanir pricked his ears up excitedly.

"You don't have to, but then we're going to go back to the tent." Sara spoke sternly while Apollo tried to follow the conversation. Key word being, tried.

His eyes were locked on the sight of the roan's heavy dark sheath that was bulged open and three heavy inches of black pony cock was oozing outwards. The plumping flesh already showing lurid arousal while he argued with his trainer. The tip was blunt and ringed around the edges with an opening nestled into the midst of it. The flesh was wrinkled as it spilled out, but had started to grow smooth as Xamir jerked his head up from time to time to stare at Apollo and flare his nostrils as if debating on if it was worth it or not. Some part of the jays mind hoped that they would leave and he wouldn't have to find the answer to the question. The other part flared with new found need that made him squirm and arch his back against the haybale, well aware of his own hardened shaft.

"They used to be real ponies, before they were changed. Now they can do magic tricks and switch back and forth. It draws the real crowd, but they have to be bribed to do it." Jake's voice whispered in one of his ears. "They're hung like real ponies though, look at Xamir. He's the largest and when he..."

Jake started to whisper softly exactly what Xamir had done with his trainer the one time they hadn't been able to find someone to be given to them and Apollo muffled a whimper. He was repulsed and aroused by the description. His tail flicked up higher in the air and flared open like a fan before he could think about what he was doing. The barred feathers flickering slightly as they gained the reaction Jake had wanted. Vanir's head jerked up and the pony's nostrils flared open wide as the little grey rumbled and threw himself forward against the lead. But it was the sight of the pink mottled base of Xamir's cock oozing free that made Apollo let out a needy whimper.

"Deal." Vanir managed to get out, "But I get behind this time. Last time you got it."

"You're just jealous they were too stretched for the second act." Xamir whickered laughter at his brother? Sibling? Fellow? Apollo didn't know and he didn't care, all he cared about was the fact the ponies had their leads unclipped and their eyes were on him.

"Mmm pretty silk.." Vanir's hand moved to rub along Apollo's silk clad hip so that he arched up and let out a groaning cry of pleasure. The fingers curled just a touch and massaged so that the silk rubbed against the feathers. "Who's a pretty hen? Who's our pretty little hen?"

"I am.." Apollo let the words out before he could stop them and craned his head back to watch the grey stallion grin with flat blunt teeth. A glistening pink cock tip was already oozing out of the edge of the thick pouched sheath and dropping rapidly.

"That you are, and I'm your stud." The dark grey hand gave his hip a squeeze and rubbed down towards the tail base. "And you're a hen because I'm not gay. I'm going to take you like a mare and you'll enjoy it like one."

"I'm a hen.." He managed to get out, his mind too fogged to think, but he was saved having to say more by the roan stallion who tugged his head forward.

"That's a pretty hen.." Xamir crooned softly. "I hear that birds don't have the same gag reflexes that mammals do, I wonder if that's true."

"You'll certainly find out," Vanir's laughter came from behind as a thick nailed hand squeezed Apollo's silk clad rump again and he squeaked out.

He opened his mouth to answer, but Xamir forced his head up higher and the pony's hand reached down to cup just beneath the heavy dark black glans. The tip was oozing a syrupy spill of precum that splattered down along the edges of his dark beak before it wedged between them. The jay didn't have lips like a mammal, but it didn't seem to bother the pony as he pushed forward and the thickened cock pried his beak open painfully wide. Apollo groaned out and swallowed as the next thick rope of precum splattered into his throat and he gulped it down. His entire body tensing up as the slightly salty sweet taste of it that lingered on his tongue. Only Xamir's groan told him that he was doing what the pony enjoyed when the hardened cock steadily started to push into him.

The roan's hands dropped down to grip his shoulders and pushed him down against the bale as the curved hips pushed forward. Inch by slow inch the cock forced his throat to stretch open while he contracted and squeezed along it. His nostrils flared open wide and he let out a muted whimper that was quickly muffled by the heavy pony flesh. The only thing that distracted him was the feel of another set of hands gripped his silk glad hips and the weight of a growing cock rubbing along the small of his back. The chest pressed over him as Vanir gave a short thrust forward and rolled back so he could feel the dappled grey's cock grazing and rubbing through his feathers. The hot sticky pre clinging to them and marking the build tips.

Xamir's hands squeezed his shoulders lightly as the roan gave a short buck and suddenly Apollo felt the swollen glans slamming into his throat and forcing it almost too wide. The medial ring pushed right over his tongue and pinned it flat down as he gagged and struggled around it. His body was letting him know in no uncertain terms that it was too thick, too long and too heavy for him. He arched and threw himself against the restraint on his back, pushed and rubbed himself against Vanir's cock and tried to escape before Xamir dragged his hips backwards. Strands of sticky saliva and precum clung to his beak as the stallion snorted and tugged his cock tip from the throat.

"Guess I heard wrong, I"ll have to help him with that." Xamir whickered and rubbed his tip back and forth over Apollo's slender tongue. The precum pooled there and spilled over the edges of his beak in messy strands.

"Yeah, well, I'll do my part." Was Vanir's only response before the blue jay tensed up and let out a squeaking noise when he felt something hard and heavy dropping down to push up against his pucker.

The pony's thumbs rubbed along Apollo's upper thighs and stirred the silk before the brothers seemed to move in concert. Xamir's hips pushed forward so the jay was once again swallowing the too large cock and the Vanir's pink glans forced itself up against his pucker and began prying him open. His screech was muffled by the cock that inched it's way down his convulsing throat as he jerked against the haybale. His walls yawned open around Vanir and clamped down tightly as a hot slippery drop spilled out into his passage only to be forced inwards by the blunt tip. The small stallion squealed a little and the chest pushed against his rump so his tail feathers were pinned down. The bird's legs kicked out slightly before he groaned out and lifted his head up higher towards the roan.

He wanted this, the voice had told him he wanted this. It had told him how badly he wanted to be touched like this, pinned like this, used like this. He moved his silk clad hands up to grip against Xamir's hips and clung to them as the pony started to use short forceful thrusts to hammer himself into the bird's throat. His walls contracted and squeezed as he suckled and tried to swallow the thick hot dribbles of precum that oozed downwards. He couldn't catch all of it though, some of it leaked out along the corners of his beak. And through it all Vanir's hips pushed forward with a slow purposeful drive. The harness pushed against the line of his back as the stallion's cock spread him open wider and wider.

He whimpered out and pushed his hips up, his own cock throbbing against his belly and not even caring that the straw was hard and poked him at times. His mind was fogged over with one simple thought, he was here to be used like this. He was here to be their mare, their hen, he loved it, wanted it, needed it. His anal ring strained open wider and wider until he felt the medial ring shoving up against him and the pony drew backwards. The hands on his silk hips rubbed upwards as the small stallion gave another short buck forward that drove the medial ring against him. The shaft rubbed and tugged along his passage while he muffled his moans around Xamir's girth. The pair of them seemed to be well trained and after a few short shuddering thrusts he found them moving in time with each other.

Xamir's hips drew backwards and the cock pulled along his throat just as Vanir slammed himself forward. The medial ring pried him open just that much more before he heard the pony let out a short squealing cry of pleasure as the mottled length forced its way into his eager quivering passage. His walls squeezed and suckled hotly as he tried to pull the girth in deeper. His eyes squeezed shut while he rocked backwards and ground himself against the grey, but then Vanir was pulling backwards. Xamir's hips slammed forward so that the jay was forced to swallow every last inch of the pony's cock. The tip spearing so deep into his throat that he could almost feel it bulge while he tried to suckle around it in vain. His entire body trembled against the haybale as they used him like he wanted to be used.

"Good...little...hen..." Vanir's words were short as he drove himself forward again and this time the small stallion didn't stop.

The dappled haunches drove themselves forward until he felt a set of heavy orbs clapping up against his own. The hands on his shoulders shifted and a pair of flat blunt teeth gripped the nape of his neck as Vanir drew himself back so his brother could slam inwards. His beak bumped against the orbs that hung between the pony stallion's legs before he was pulling back again. The hot salty sweet taste of the pony's precum filled his beak and just added to the sensations as he tried to grind back against his vanir. His own cock was throbbing, untended beneath him and the precum pooled against the rough bale of hay while he gave himself over to them.

This was what he had been told he wanted, this was what he needed. Vanir's thrusts started to grow hard and short against him. The walls clamped down tightly around the mottled length so that the stallion lost control of the matched thrusts they had been making. Instead the dappled hips started to hammer down against him in short hard movements. The precum that flowed into him was forced back out again around the girth as the breath panted and snorted along the nape of his neck. The more excited the stallion got, the less he seemed to care about what Xamir was doing, but that seemed to work well for the roan.

Each time the dappled grey hips hammered down again Apollo was forced forward and swallowed more of the throbbing fleshy cock. The medial ring was the only part that pulled in and out of his throat. It tugged and plucked along the inner muscles that contracted and rippled with each greedy swallow. The jay tilted his head up and licked with his slender tongue along the bottom as his breathing became ragged each time he could manage to gasp in a breath. Vanir's powerful thrusts started to take on an almost frantic edge while the hands that gripped his smooth curved rump cheeks flexed downwards. They caressed along the soft silk and pulled upwards just as the pony stallion lunged forward in a thrust that made the bird jerk his head back enough to cry out.

The glans, deep inside of him, started to flare open and his walls were forced to stretch apart for it. It should have been painful, violating, many things, but instead he only clenched down eagerly around it. The muscles pulsed and suckled along Vanir's cock while the tip jutted forward and urethra pushed out. He was intimately aware of the balls drawing up tight before the dappled stallion let go of his neck and let out a short feral squeal of pleasure. Apollo could only let out a muffled cry as the first thick wave of pony cum flooded his body. The thick heavy ropes were pressured as they flooded him and were pushed in deeper by the wild frantic thrusts of the pony's hips. He didn't even know that Xamir was pulling his hips back until he found he had the breath to let out a ragged cry.

The medial ring had even swollen out and stimulated him, teased him as the goopy cum overfilled him and started to ooze out around it. Apollo's dripping beak was still spread when Xamir's hand gripped just behind his flare and tugged the saliva coated cock once, twice, three times to push himself over the edge. The jay bird couldn't move, couldn't escape, couldn't duck as a hot stream of pony cum splattered onto his beak and crest feathers. The thick ropes of it even hit inside of his beak as the roan pony's tail jerked up and down in time with the throbbing orgasm. The sweat glistening hide trembled slightly while Apollo could do nothing but continue to milk around Vanir's drooling cock. His body shaking, hovering on that edge of pleasure, but not quite past it.

"Gods.." Vanir's voice was harsh in his ears as the little grey dropped his weight down and pinned Apollo onto the bale. His cock still aching for release. "Damn, good little hen.." A hand patted his hip.

"Yeah.. " Xamir panted and leaned back slightly while the heavy mottled cock started to soften and a final drooling strand of cum glazed over Apollo's beak wetly.

Apollo blinked his dazed eyes several times and whimpered a protest. His body was pounding with the need to climax, aching with it, screaming for it! He squirmed and twisted beneath Vanir hoping to try and stimulate himself, but the grey pony didn't help. The hands moved to grip his hip and the weight shifted above him. The still flared cock tip tugged and pulled along his passage, almost enough that the jay jerked his hips to thrust against the haybale, but it didn't last long enough. The dappled grey whickered and groaned before the flare pulled out with a lewd squelching pop that left him gaping open and a roll of seed leaking down between his legs.

"I hope that means you two are ready to go on. The shows opening you know." Their trainer spoke up for the first time since this all started and Apollo flushed hotly. Had she watched all that happening to him? His silk clad body being made a mare of between the two brothers?

Vanir walked into view and the jay squirmed at the sight of the slimed cock that draped along his inner thigh. The tip still flared to the size of a fist and dribbling slightly. The pony frowned and rubbed his nose with a snort as he came away with a sticky pearly strand of cum.

"Damnit, Xamir, you got me. What did I tell you about painting them?" Vanir nipped his brother and jostled him. Xamir only laughed and scooped up the drop of cum with a finger.

"That sharing is caring." The roan dropped his hand and offered the glistening digit to Apollo. The jay flushed by leaned forward to lick it off the tip, the creamy taste slipping along her tongue. "Good little hen, we're gonna see you after the show."

"Mmm I hope so, Sugar." Vanir winked and ruffled Apollo's head before their leads were caught and the twin ponies grumbled good naturedly as they were tugged by their trainer out of the tent. Leaving him alone. Throbbing with need that went unslaked.

"Finally.." Jake's voice was strained and Apollo jerked as a hand stroked his tail. "Didn't think they'd ever leave."

"Jake?" Apollo slurred his former playmate's name slowly and tried to remember why he was upset at the painted dog.

"God I've wanted you like this since we were 12." Jake's voice was rough and Apollo was barely able to understand what was meant before something hard pushed up against his tail hole and a weight pressed over his back.

The jay arched his back and let out a short cry as he realized that the dog was hard, fully bare and had likely gotten that way watching the pony's use him. The weight of his friend pressed against his back as the dog sank forward inch by slow inch with a wet squelching noise as he forced out some of the pony's seed. His body shuddering as Apollo tried to clench down around him. One of the paws sneaked down and wrapped right around the jay's aching length as he tried to protest and that was all he needed. The simple feel of the paw wrapping around him made him buck his hips back against jake and cry out sharply. The fingers wrapped right around his base and pulled down to his throbbing glans and sent him over the edge.

As the first rush of his orgasm ran over him his abused muscles clenched down tightly around the painted dogs glistening red member. Jake's groan rang in his ears as his friend slammed forward all the way to his knot before pulling back slowly, coaxing the orgasm out of him as well as more of the ponies cum. The splattering of his seed hit against the haybale as the paw continued to milk and pull around him.

"My.. pretty.. hen.." Jake panted. "You're gonna.. mmph.. love your new job with the ponies.. And me..."

Apollo's mind swam with need as she pushed her hips up. She didn't care about anything but the hard drive of the shaft sliding inside of her. The weight on her back and the caressing paws that rubbed and stroked her body to keep her on the edge of pleasure. Nothing else mattered by the pleasure and what was being offered to her. With a low cry she clamped her walls around him and felt his knot driving into her and yawning her walls open that much wider. She could only hope she'd still be nice and tight when the ponies came back again. She didn't want to disappoint them after all. Not after they'd worked so hard for their bit of sugar...