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First Edit:      Monday 1st of June 2015 05:49:32 PM CDT
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Credit goes to: Marshal Twilight
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The two stallions at the center of the gangbang had long since given up on counting how many they’d serviced. Only their occasional, dazed glances at the counters nearby allowed them to keep track. Ten stallions. Fifteen. Twenty. After that it became a blur.
 
Copious amounts of cum pooled on the floor beneath them, spilling from their overly filled holes. Double Diamond and Braeburn both felt like they had no more room inside them, and yet each new stallion seemed to find just a little more each time they pumped them full of another load.
 
Double Diamond, the challenger of the competition, had run out of strength long ago. He lay limply on the sturdy wooden table, panting heavily as the stallion atop him rutted him continuously, hard and firm. He was fairly sure it was Party Favor, but he was too tired to look back and see for certain. At this point it hardly mattered. A cock was a cock, and Party Favor had a very sizable one.
 
The previous stallions—twenty-something by now—had been quite careless with their loads. Rutting him strongly, then holding themselves inside to fill him with another wave of that hot spunk he craved. It would always make him moan in delight, even now at the edge of his endurance.
 
Others favored marking him, and that suited him just as well. They would pull out, shooting their thick, hot bursts of cum all over his rump and lower back. His fur was sticky and matted, weighed down by the cum of those stallions who preferred to leave a visible sign of their virility.
 
The thought of being so publicly claimed, so used, was enough to keep him hard, even after his countless orgasms. The puddle of cum beneath him must have been massive.
 
Braeburn was right across from him. The golden stallion had been flipped on his back. All the better for the exceptionally deep thrusts that Soarin was giving him. His legs were up in the air and that thick, brown cock of his bobbed above him with each thrust. There was still some cum on his face, as he’d drenched himself with his own load at least once or twice. Some previous stallion had licked most of it off, but he’d already cum again since then.
 
Braeburn was louder than Diamond. He moaned and cried out shamelessly, at times begging Soarin to rut him harder, faster. Soarin was only happy to oblige. His powerful, toned muscles provided ample means to fuck Braeburn as hard as he liked.
 
The wonderbolt’s expression was somewhere between a lustful haze and satisfaction from turning Braeburn into putty with his firm, steady thrusts. His tongue dangled out of his open mouth, tantalizingly close to Braeburn’s twitching cock. His warm breath brushed against it and had the submissive stallion whimpering with need.
 
Diamond’s hazy mind returned to the stallion rutting him. Party Favor was grunting louder now, panting in his ear. His hips smacked hard against Diamond’s cum-drenched rump, causing him to shiver in anticipation. He wondered where this stallion would cum, knowing that he would love it either way.
 
Party Favor cried out and slammed himself inside one final time. Diamond was so tired that he only managed a few twitches, moaning in ecstasy. Burst after burst of that warm, virile spunk filled him once again, Party grunting and panting as he ground against him, ensuring he pumped every last drop he had into him.
 
As filled as he already was, the cum spilled out of Diamond rather quickly. It ran down his already thoroughly coated balls, down to the floor beneath him to join the huge puddle that had been growing since the first stallion he’d taken.
 
The feeling of being filled yet again was enough to send Diamond into another climax. His weak moans got a little louder as his cock twitched beneath him, the thick bursts of his own cum adding to his own puddle under the table. It was intense, it was wonderful, but he was so drained at that point that even as good as it felt, he was able to do little more than just lie there and relish in it.
 
He felt Party pull his softening cock out of him, a deluge of cum spilling out of him, even faster than before. It made Diamond moan again, wishing he could somehow keep it all inside him. He could only hope there was another stallion to rut him. To hold it all inside just a little longer, and fill him yet again.
 
Soarin gave a loud, feral cry and buried his cock inside Braeburn. The golden stallion whimpered and quivered as Soarin filled him with his rich, hot cum. His legs twitched helplessly as he lay there on his back, completely at the stallion’s mercy, and loving every second of being subject to his whims. He was so close to his own climax. All he needed was a little push.
 
He got his wish. Soarin wasn’t finished yet, still grinding against Braeburn, but that cock was too tempting to ignore. The stallion leaned in, pressed his tongue against the underside of the head, and gave it a single lick.
 
That was all it took. Another loud cry from Braeburn, and he weakly bucked his hips as he came again. His first spurt skimmed Soarin’s nose, leaving him a strand of spunk and a small taste on his tongue. It arced all the way over him to land on Diamond’s muzzle. The white stallion barely even noticed, his only response being to close one eye to keep the cum out of it.
 
A few more spurts of cum landed on the table between the competing stallions, and the last few managed to hit Braeburn in the face, coating him in his own gooey load yet again. Soarin held himself inside a little longer, the cum oozing out of Braeburn and drenching his tail. The wonderbolt looked tired but satisfied, his tongue still poking out and with a little of Braeburn’s cum on it.
 
Party Favor stepped away, putting Diamond’s score at twenty-eight, tying him with Braeburn. He felt, rather than saw, as another stallion walked behind him. Dimly, he could see that there were more behind Braeburn as well, waiting impatiently for Soarin to pull out.
 
He wasn’t sure who would have the highest score by the end of the night, but one thing was certain. They’d both won the prize already.