Sweaty Sauna of Scorching Semen

Human: So, should I talk about working out with my pegasus? Flexing my muscles and working up a good heavy sweat?

 

Pony: I'm not the most fit of pegasai, but I'm lean and healthy. Keeping pace with you is almost a strain, but I'm not going to give up and leave you alone.

The only trouble I have is my heavy, pendulous sack. It's needs make itself known constantly as I watch you grunt and run and lift. All through the session, I'm fighting from sporting an iron hard boner in the gym.

Did I mention the sheer number of people that work out here? It's... yeah.

 

Human: Honestly, given the flexible nature of our bodies technology affords us, we don't really need to exercise in order to stay healthy. But I know you love watching me lift and get dripping wet. Not to mention the fact that every time I ask you to spot me my musky stink wafts up from under my arms and gets your cock twitching in your sheath, eager to spill out in front of everyone.

And seeing your own drenched testes bouncing around as you feel the burn makes the sizable lump in my pants rather difficult to hide.

I'm just thankful I was able to secure a private sauna room for the two of us where little things like modesty can be left by the wayside~

 

Pony: By the time we're all done with our sets and our appointment is at hand, we're both soaked with the sour tang of sweat drifting off of our unwashed bodies. Taking a moment to collect myself, I whimper as I hold back the urge to unsheathe at the front desk. Even if I hadn't seen the strained bulge of your tight spandex, I'd be fighting just this feeling from watching you exert your strong body.

 

The sauna though sounds divine. A chance to clear my mind and relax with you, my head in your lap and against your throbbing erection would be wonderful. Aaaaaand my musky cock is starting to pulse out of it's stinking hole anyway.

 

H: I might just have to make things worse for my achingly stiff little muskpony. How would you react if I stood up and hefted my dangling balls up over the heated rocks, using my hands to brush thick sheets of my reeking sweat off to sizzle and steam, filling the room with a cloud of my stink?

 

P: I'd be forced to close my eyes and whimper as I instinctively take a deep breath, the cloying odor of your testes filling me and overwriting everything else. A thick jet of pre would prove its effectiveness to you, a little spattering against the coals and sending up a miniature wave of musk. It only worsens my need as I start to whimper.

 

H: Smiling as my own girth belches a hefty glob of pre onto the rocks, a cloud of male stench rising as it vaporizes, I'd return to the bench and sit down with a wet plop. I'd be sopping wet from head to toe, sweat pouring out of me as I looked down at your gasping form and suggested a nice massage. Pulling you into my lap so our cocks throbbed hotly against one another I'd work my hands along your wings, kneading agonizingly slowly closer and closer to the sensitive muscles at the base.

 

P: Only half hearing your suggestion, I'm taken by surprise by the forceful hands grasping my slick torso and heaving me onto you. I can't argue with the results though: frotting our obscenely dripping dicks as each body rubs its foul grime on the other is blisteringly arousing.

Feeling your hands start to preen at my wings, I both snap them open to their full span and gasp out half a protest. Your greasy fingers work at each feather in turn, rubbing in just that right way you have. As you progress inwards, my ass clenches as another throb shivers through my form and I push out another wave of pre. It makes both our shafts glossy with lubrication and rising musk.

 

(It takes me twice as long to write as much as you. If I didn't know any better I'd say you loved the funk of ballsweat and musk mixing into you, it's heady miasma hazing your mind.)

 

H: (Sensory overload is an amazing thing. The heat of your body on mine, the feel of you needily grinding into my erection, the sight of your body trembling under my practiced hands, the smell of our debauched sex filling the room so thick I can even taste it, the sound of you moaning softly as your cock strains to contain its climax for just a little longer...)

 

Your reactions make me smile even wider, my pony clearly loving the messy attention he's getting. My own cock gushes thickly all over my abdomen and your flare, the clear liquid mingling with our sweat to produce a slovenly sort of ambrosia. I coo and whisper to you as I move along your sore muscles, noting the more sensitive spots and pressing my thumbs into them firmly. "I bet this feels nice after a hard workout. All this heat relaxing your body and giving me the pleasure of rubbing all those knots of stress from your delicate wings... from the feel of that monster throbbing away against me I bet you're not too far off from painting me white, are you?" As I pull you in a little closer, I shift your head to the side so your muzzle glides along my chest towards my underarm just as I slip my hands down to where your wings meet your body and tease my fingertips in deep circles.

 

P: "Mmmnooo... I'm close. So close for you... aaahghh!" Thrusting my hips into yours as I trace my dripping muzzle across your chest feels amazing. I even risk a taste of your nipple as you dig into my sore muscles, each clenching and relaxing in turn. I'm openly moaning now and trying not to pollute the rank atmosphere of the boiling sauna with my viscous horseseed.

Shoving my nose into your armpit, the noxious stink of your sweat overcomes me. I can barely feel your hands work at my wingpits and throbbing muscles, even if my body writhes underneath them. I grip at your back with my clumsy hooves, scrabbling to find purchase on the smooth, slippery skin.

Although we've done nothing but frot and massage each other, you can feel my cum-burdened balls start to churn and prepare a sticky bath for us both...

 

H: Feeling you grow close to climax I gently slide my hands along your slippery coat and lift you off of me. "Ah ah, not yet little one. I'm not done with your rubdown. No sense in you relieving all that pent up stress without my loving hands kneading it out of you is there?" Standing up, I lean close and whisper in your ear, "So, do you want to drink down your own refreshing protein shake or shall I?"

 

P: My dick jumps at each loaded word, a little more pre forced out each second. "It's all for you... my thick, pungent cream..."

I roll onto my back, exposing everything to you. Even my tight ass, half hidden by heavy nuts, is swollen and aching with need. "Take all you want. Please."

 

H: "Mmm, I was hoping you'd say that~" Giving you a quick peck on the mouth I lay you down on your back, your cock throbbing hotly on your soaked, slickened belly. Sitting in front of your head, I straddle the bench and gently lift up my own drooling nuts. Hefting the sagging orbs I place them over your face, my cock spurting a fat wad of pre all over your shaft and belly. Leaning forward slightly, I move my hands to your shaft, raising it to my lips as I give your urethra a tender kiss. Gliding down your well lubricated shaft I rest one hand on the base of your throbbing cock, the other moving to one of your churning orbs. Giving it a loving, gentle squeeze I thrust my tongue into your flare and gently knead the base of your erection, my hand on your clenching nuts deeply massaging your dense, cum-bloated balls.

 

P: I revel in the feeling of your weighty and wet sack slide over my face. I gleefully open my mouth to suckle on the sour surface, letting your taste dominate my mind. I breath in their odor and thrust softly as you pick up my turgid shaft, slipping it in your nimble grip. Each soft touch and loving fondle burns its way deeper into my sensitive hide and pulsiing sex. Pushing my fat flare into your teasing tongue, I give a muffled groan underneath those heavenly dripping stones. My own pair of testicles suddenly expand under your heavy kneading, the cum starting its desperate rush outwards as your grip on the base is strained. My urethra bloats outwards, thick with near-gelatinous cum that's sure to splatter all over your face and fill out your stomach nicely. You can almost smell the essence of my ponycum through the thick, rancid atmosphere of sex.

 

H: Feeling your cock bloat thicker with your load I ready myself to gulp down your piping hot goopy cum as best I can. My mouth holding your cock in place, I slip my other hand off your throbbing shaft to knead both your nuts at the same time. I close my eyes and open wide just as the tidal wave of semen barreling out of your clenching testes breaches your flare. Spunk splatters out of my nose as I try to hold my throat open, internally thanking myself I opted to eliminate my gag reflex. I swallow hard as my cheeks bulge with your mayonnaise like cum, my belly gradually losing definition as it bloats outward with seed. The taste of that musky, reeking spunk and your mouth on my own nuts gets me dangerously close to the edge, my testes gurgling and churning with raw sperm eager to be spilled.

Pulling away as I felt my stomach reach pleasant fullness, I'd grin as I gulped loudly, your cock splattering your viscous love all over my face and chest as it lands on your belly with a loud slap. The last few gushing spurts soak my erection from tip to base and slather my balls with stinking cum. I'm unable to smell anything other than your semen, and the cloying goop sticks to the back of my throat and my tongue no matter how hard I swallow.

 

P: My orgasm rips through me, and I buck wildly into the air as you drink each musky rope of cum straight from the tap. Lost in a world of pleasure, I can only breath deep the extreme funk of your cumtanks as they're drenched in my own musky ponysperm and the impending flood of pleasure. Swift deep breaths, making me sound like I've galloped for miles, sound lightly from under your orbs; even though I've stopped sucking at their increasingly taut surface, my breath plays through the folds of grimy skin.

Hooking my forehooves over your thighs, I twitch with the haze of our sweat and breeding permeating every gulp of air that we take. I pull weakly down, wordlessly begging for more of your trembling nuts to be pressed into my face even as I start to cough and choke on the thick fuck-stink given to me.

 

H: Dripping with cum and sweat I take a moment to catch my breath, realizing that not even that will grant me respite. Every inhale overpowers my senses with our combined stench and my balls ache harder with every exhale, trembling as they produce ever more gelatinous sperm. I swear I can feel them angrily swelling as my body's production goes into overdrive from the sensations flooding my lust-battered brain. Instinctively I slip my hands from your partially drained nuts to my own, pressing them idly into your face as I knead them. A fat geyser of pre splatters messily out of my tip as I shudder and moan deeply. My need is almost overpowering. My erection must be sated. My lust must be slaked.

"N-need it, love. Need to f-fuck. Gotta... gotta pump. Pump you full."

 

P: Pushing at you to release every dollop and drop of cum from those massive, churning orbs covering my features, I rub them side to side. First tending to one boiling ball and then lovingly tonguing the other. Even as I start to see stars ringin my vision from the lack of "fresh" air, a kinky though interjects itself into the constant stream of lust.

I push my face deep into the embrace of that reeking sack, just enough to penetrate a particularly deep and dirty fold... and free my wings from under me. Levering the sensitive feather tips up and around my body, I can just barely feel the throb of sperm underneath them as they tickle at the bloated skin and entice you to release pints of white, potent goo all over the sauna's glowing coals.

The nasty and primal words that spill from your mouth dig into my conscious, lighting my lust again and forcing my girth into a semi-erect state, brushing the fat head of your own dick as it jumps and bloats with blood and arousal.

 

H: Your feathery wings on my stinking nuts roiling with untold billons of writhing sperm is too much for me to take. With a strangled cry, I shudder and lean back, my balls pressing rudely into your face over and over as they clench tight to my groin, dumping their contents into my body. My lower abdomen swells a little from the near boiling load of magma-like semen welling up inside me, my urethra slowly beginning to stretch at the base as the sheer volume of it pushes out into my cock. My groan grows louder as that bulge bloats my cock to twice its girth, the stuffed cumchannel swollen wide as it inflates with goopy semen. Past the point of no return but not yet in the throes of climax I screw my eyes shut as I hold back as long as I can, building up that first shot until it fills my entire cock up with musky rank spunk. All at once my muscles contract, my abdomen visibly tightening as I curl forward reflexively. In the span of seconds a pressure wave builds within me, rippling upwards as it balls my spunk into a knot of jelly-like cum that stretches me to my limit. Rocketing down my length it breaches my glans and blasts into the air, a three-inch thick cable of viscous sperm volleying from my twitching cock for a solid minute. It lands with a hiss and burble of violent evaporation directly onto the coals in the center of the room.

 

A second twinge wrings a yelp of ecstasy from my lips as another spasm geysers cum all over the boiling tray, overflowing onto the ground as the air fills with musk vapor. My hands grasp at the back of the bench and my knuckles turn white as a third gush nearly brushes my chin before I struggle to straighten out a little. All the while my sweat-drooling nuts rhythmically grind across your mouth and nose, each clench dumping more and more sperm into my body and fueling my incredible climax. I can't quite see anymore, were I even capable of opening my eyes there would be nothing visible beyond the ocean of stars blinking in and out in a dazzling show for my almost shattered mind. All I can feel is the pressure building up inside me before another tight squeeze makes me feel as if I'm being wrung out as my cock stretches and yawns open around another rope. Semen pools on the floor beneath us, several inches deep. Though I am incapable of coherent thought, I resonate with joy from the pleasure threatening to make me lose consciousness.

 

A full ten minutes after my climax began it begins to recede slightly, my senses slowly returning to me only to be overloaded with the veil of reeking cumstink hanging in the air around us both. I can almost feel it condensing onto my body, the muggy rankness physically gripping the both of us with its siren call of unbearable masculinity. Still geysering semen I muster the strength to pull myself upwards, pausing several times to moan and grunt as a particularly heavy spurt makes me nearly double over in pleasure. Struggling to stay on two feet, I grab you with one hand and heft you upwards, catching you with the other and stumbling towards the door to the sauna. Pressing your face against the glass window of the door, I lean back a little to let my cock aim between your cheeks, a spurt of hot sperm rocketing between them with sufficient force to coat a few inches of your innards with stinking semen. Thrusting forward I grind my glans into your body, shuddering as I grunt with effort. Pounding into you my jaw hangs a little slack as I notice that the door isn't nearly as foggy as I expected it to be. In fact, it's nearly crystal clear as both sides are equally hot from the broken seal. Looking down I spy an employee, his pants hastily unbuckled as he writhes on the ground. His cock splatters cum all over the floor, completely lost in pleasure from the grip of our fuckmusk billowing out of our private room. Looking back up and down the hallway I spy the entire gym in a similar state, couples forming regardless of gender to rut each other senseless and work the incredible lust from their bodies. Men and women alike are bent over exercise machines and benches, cum spraying from cocks of all shapes and sizes as swollen cunts clench and squirt pints of slick juice.

 

P: I was stuck in a state of bliss from milking your cock so hard and so well and feeling the tide of marshmallow-thick semen press around me from all sides. Dimly, as if from a mile away, I can fel myself scooped into your strong arms and pressed up against the crystal-clear glass, gulping down that tainted, mutative air like I'd been drowning in the glorious valley of your rank balls.

A jet of your piping-hot semen thrust its own way into my inflamed anus, making me clench and moan as the ring relaxed around the almost painfully hot goo. Then I could feel the spreading of my cheeks with the immense, distended head of your cock, sending shivers of delight through my body as each heartbeat absorbed more of that salty sperm into my body.

"So good- too good you too- *UUOOOU* ...you make me cum so hard~ You breed your little colt with that fat shaft and fill him up with cum. Make your pleasure pony bulge with all your sticky semen. We need it we both need this rutting please please fuck my ass hard~"

 

H: Your words incense me, stoking the flames of my lust into a roaring flame of raw sexual need. My thrusts increase in both speed and power, the door rattling on its hinges as I press you hard into the reinforced glass, squeezing your own turgid erection between your belly and the hot, smooth surface. "G-gonna fill you up, pony. S-swell up that lovely belly of yours until y-you look gghnn hhhah g-gravid with f-foals. Show everyone just how mmmmph mmngh mmmuch I love r-reaming you. Make you w-waddling proof of hahh hahh h-how much I want to ffffuck you, how nnnghh good you are at making me gguhh hahh ggnngh g-gush, how... howwwwggGGGHH!" With a particularly hard slam I feel myself push towards the brink of another climax just as the door gives in to my incessant pounding. Both of us topple forwards as the door lands with a loud slam on the ground, my body cushioned by yours as the momentum of falling into your slick body pushes me forward, inches of cock cramming deep into your body as my balls slap into your own. Both of our swollen, reeking nuts pull tight together as we climax simultaneously. But as my cock begins to wrench open your anus with its bloating urethra yours simply throbs in mounting need. With both of our weight bearing down on you and pinning your cock underneath your belly, your urethra is completely pinched shut. No matter how hard your balls clench or your sperm pools inside you, you can't spurt until my orgasm runs its course and I regain the strength to stand.

 

Panting loudly with each spasm, I thrust lightly in time with my spurts, gallons of stinking cum flooding your bowels. It's so thick it feels almost like you're being filled up with molten lava, the musky spunk pushing upwards through your body to spurt and pool in your belly. Adding to the pressure on your already frustrated cock, your midsection swells and surges larger in staggered bursts. Soon it's lifting me up slightly, your bloated gut forcing me away from the floor as it grows ever larger. It takes a full minute of pumping to fill you completely, your pinned body unable to fit any more cum into your stomach. Slowly at first, then rapidly it rushes up your throat, stretching out your neck as it pauses briefly, your lips reflexively pulling closed as twin streamers of semen spray from your nostrils. Your cheeks bulge before your jaw flings open, a torrent of musky sperm splattering out of your lips. Your body becomes a perverse extension of my spurting cock as your eyes roll back into your head from the taste and smell of my seed flooding your mouth and nose before pouring out onto the floor along with the slow motion tidal wave of seed flowing out from the sauna. We lie there in climax until I'm conscious enough to move again, slowly raising myself up with my arms as I roll off to the side opposite the way your head is facing. My face is bright red and I'm completely out of breath, a dangerous state when the very air that surrounds us is humid with our pheremone laden stench and liable to keep me erect inside you and get my balls swiftly refilling.

 

P: Feeling the rush of being filled so absolutely, weighed down and made your bloated mare with all that rancid, teeming cum. Gripping your cum-slick shaft with my loosened anus, I wiggle back and forth on my own massive belly. That iron hard rod pumps itself in and out an inch at a time, milked by my lusty plot. Having such a thick dick spurting itself in me, forcing me to feel myself grow heavier and more tainted with that nasty, transformative semen... I can barely control myself as I wriggle on top of my dick, forcing smaller orgasms doomed to fail and feeling them back up into my trembling ponynuts. As they hang another inch lower on my rounded form, I groan around the cum forced out by that added weight.

 

H: Feeling you begin to slide off of me I realize that after cumming so hard I'm finally starting to get my mind back. With my strength slowly returning, I pull out of your cummy ass with a lewd squelch, my fetid cum oozing from your ass as I mistakenly gasp at my erection, shuddering as I feel the effects of our musk surge a little. Still achingly stiff, the loose foreskin draped around the glans seems a little longer, a slight bulge of backed up cum caught behind my swollen cockhead. Getting to my feet, I feel my senses start to cloud a little as I breathe in the stench of the muck caked onto my body slowly being sloughed off by my constant sweating. Absent mindedly I put a hand on my cock, stroking it softly as I get my bearings. Feeling my need grow I add another hand, reveling a little in openly masturbating. A quick glance down the hallway tells me there's no worry of getting caught as the orgy in the gym proper rages on. Shouts and moans filter in to form additional background stimulation as I feel my kness shake a little, climax seeming to come far more easily than normal. Deciding to just go with it I focus on the pleasure and jerk faster, feeling my heavy balls bouncing against my thighs, the intense heat making them sag nearly to my knees. It takes a few clenches for them to leap high enough to pour sperm into my body and fuel a quick climax. It only takes a full minute for this one to run its course, gallons of gelatinous semen splatterning all over the wall opposite me, the rancid slime sticking thickly to the wall before slowly sliding down towards the floor. With my climax over I feel as if my body is again under my control, at least for the moment. Realizing that I won't be able to do anything but fuck unless I cum every so often, I continue casually masturbating, working my way towards another spunkload of reeking semen to paint the wall with thick, lumpy globs.

 

P: Feeling you pull out of me, I gurgle another pocket of stinking cum out of my throat as I rock back and forth in delerious pleasure. "Mahster," I drawl through a mouth glazed with thick, unyeilding gobs, "Plog me uhp again pluese. Ih can't take loshing that amashzing dickfleshh." Even as I plead with you to top off the mass of ropey cum oozing out of me, I can feel the cum start to drain from my obscenely inflated body. Another wave of denied pleasure and gushing liquid sends my massive testes ever lower to the ground. Silently, I regret having to empty of all that goopy semen from my defiled holes. My balls, rank with sweat from the volcano of the sauna and the exertion of our lovemaking, swell yet again with more disgusting unspent seed and for the first time in what feels like hours, my fat horsecock swings free.

 

I whip my head back as the stream of vile-smelling candy pony semen starts rushing out into my urethra. So much pressure all at once forces a brief geyser of blisteringly fast pre out, splattering the floor up to the wall next to you and lubing my cumslit for the immenent launching of syrupy cum. Over the span of a second: I feel the thick cum, compressed into almost a jelly of lust, simultaniously cutting off my prostate and sending it into overdrive; I feel the strange stretching feeling of gluey cream swelling my bulging channel and leading down to a flare larger than your hand. As that wave of rancid cum peirces the gaping opening of my dick, looking like I grew a pipe to spew everywhere, I gurgle through my throat a beastial and inhuman moan.

 

H: Your plea pulls me out of an orgasmic revery, the last rope of my musk-laden cum splattering onto the floor as steam rises from the heavy globs coating more of the wall. I watch with cock in hand as you plead and drool my reeking sperm from both your swollen, gaping anus and your sputtering cumstained pony lips. When you free your cock I can't help but stroke myself furiously to the show, holding back my orgasm as best I can as yours runs its course. The smell of your pent up filthy spunk hits me hard, my cock eagerly heaving and jetting a hard spurt of pre that splashes atop our mixing rancid sexual ooze on the floor. Your gurgling makes me shudder, knowing that sound is caused by a throat full of my fetid, reeking sperm getting my balls churning and swelling visibly. I can feel them sweat harder, growing hotter and sagging lower as rivers of pure musk run down them to pitter patter on the slurry of grimy muck I'm standing in. I can stand it no longer, I join you in howling as my cock vomits a filthy stream of gelatinous cum, a fountain of rancid custard geysering from my swollen glans. It sails through the air and hits the wall with a sickening splatter, sending previous loads smearing outwards as it cakes the wall inches thick in reeking gunk.

 

Catching my breath, I continue to grip my bloated penis with both hands, one sliding to the base to feel my urethra stretch around each lump of spunk that pours out of my body while the other extends to the glans, digging two fingers into the flow of disgusting cum to stretch my already gaping urethra wider and allow for more of that vile, rancid goop to pull up out of my boiling testes and join with the secretions of my frenzied prostate as it surges through my bloated, weighty cumvein. "Well my dear little nngh stinkpony, if you want my reeking mmgh! *spurt* cock wrenching open that gghggaping ass of yours and mmngh! *spurt* using your stomach like the living c-condom it is, then you'll hhhhgh! *spurt* have to c-come over here and get it. Show me how mmmmMMGN! *spurt* much you lust for it spraying out of your th-throat and p-pushing your d-dick down to ddrraaAGHH! *spurt* drag in our filthy s-slime as it swells your fat g-gut!"

 

P: The spray of pre-slick semen, rotten and fetid in the broiling heat of the hallway, bounds down the hallway as if from a firehose. Its splatter forms slow rivers and festering pools of rank, pearly slime as more of the insensible musk drifts down further into the building. Fresh screams of pleasure and shock echo from deep within the gym and, possibly, from outside it. In all the utter bliss that you've put me in before, this trip tops them all. If I ever recover my sanity from the endless assault on my keen senses, I'm going to have to ask to come back...

 

Your filthy words, laden with sick squelches, and your massive dick, laden with layers of rank cum, never fail to attract my attention. Even as I shoot violent globs of loathsome, noxious pony butter from a pisshole wrenched open by my own uncontrollable lusts, I can't help but twist my head and follow your twisted fingering with my eyes glazed over and an expression glazed with cream. At your undeniable command, I take a single step into to inches of polluted sludge. The floor seems to give out under me as my hoof slides through a river of stinking sweat, sending my putrid and almost immobile form back to the ground. Reeking cum gushes from my abused holes as my weight pushes more of your impure goo out of me. The intense sensation of the impact helps me squirt the last vestiges of corrupted cream from my slit, making it yearn for something to fill it and make it whole again.

 

Feeling nothing but shame that I couldn't hold in more of that disgusting cum, I desperately reach for you with my hooves. Finding purchase after digging through layers of glue-thick rancid semen, I slide towards you on my bloated stomach at an agonizingly slow pace. The heat of the sauna, fully encompassing the hallway, makes me gasp and as I feel each cum-clogged pore in my body work only to pour more rotten sweat over my sloping form. Rivulettes of fetid persperation and a coating of bilous seed give me the slightest bit of a lubricant as I inch towards you. I would have been heartbroken at how far I am from that turged, leaking cock, but truly I'm exctatic just to be closer to that wonderful, repulsive pole.

 

H: Watching you crawl through our festering grime just so you can get closer to my filth spewing glans fills me with pity and lust. I can see just how badly you need my body and can feel within me just how badly I need yours. Baring down hard to let loose an especially large rope of reeking, putrid slime to slap against the wall and make the previous muculent slurry of semen jiggle with the force of the impact, I slip my fingers from my urethra. Encircling my glans with both hands I squeeze hard just as another gout of rancid sperm bloats my urethra. Groaning as it hits the plug of my hands, I slowly turn towards you. "S-sgghhhahh hahh stand st-stand up." I slur through the haze of pleasure, my urethra bulging slowly as my climax visibly builds. When you get to your hooves I clench my teeth and begin to firmly slide my hands downward towards the base of my erection. Boiling with fetid cum, my urethra surges thicker with the pressure until it grows too great and I whimper and groan, cum forcing back through my prostate and into my already churning balls. They clench and audibly gurgle in protest as the rancid sludge they so recently helped expel is thrust back down into them. Pounds pour onto each heaving orb as they swell and sag lower, sweating furiously as they increase in temperature once more. Halfway down I pause for a moment, fighting the incredible urge to simply let go and cum, spurting hard until my aching balls are empty. It takes a full minute for me to get down to the base, my cock looking like I'd halved its girth by the sheer fact that my fattened urethra was no longer packed with stinking, musky semen. My breath shallow, I level the fat head at your face, my grip shaky.

 

"Tell... tell me hhhahh hahh hahh wh-hahh hahh where you want... hahh hahh want it."

 

P: Watching your hands pull back on that distended artery of pervertion and chokingly strong cum, I start drooling. The saliva further taints the remaining chunks of your cum, allowing them to slide out of my mouth and drip lewdly to the floor.

 

"I need it. I need it on me and in my feathers and coating my ass and face and all over. I need to be defiled by your spoiled cum. Spill it all over me and make me your cumslave! Please cum for me!"

 

H: Wordlessly I brace myself as I relax my grip on the base of my cock. My fingers are instantly flung wide as my balls jerk all the way up to my groin, the frenzied, bloated orbs rapid ascent sending a splatter of oozing ballsweat to shower all over you. My urethra distends farther than before, the sludge-like globs of festering spunk blasting out of my reeking, filth-covered cumtanks as if it were satisfying your desperate plea all on its own. You've got the perfect view of my glans as it shudders and swells, throbbing harder than diamonds as the slit at its center wrenches open, yawning wide in preparation for the oncoming deluge. Staring down that dark hole you can actually see the pearly muck rocketing towards you, its milky surface growing brighter as it nears the tip of my spasming penis. Preceding it is a gush of rank gas, laden with the putrid odor of my twice-spurted cum. As that last puff of air overwhelms your nostrils, my impossible load strikes you square in the face, the muculent ooze clinging to your skin even as it glides past your ears, gumming up your cummy mane and rushing down your neck. I simply watch as I permanently mark you with fetid, rancid sperm, my spoiled load bathing you in muck so thick it wobbles and clumps like sour cream. For minutes my balls empty their first spurt, their revenge for being so lewdly backed up taken out on you.

 

In the brief lapse between spasms I angle my cock slightly to one side, aiming for your outstretched wing. The glob of stinking batter collides with it hard, bending it backwards as the oozing goop seeps into every feather. Hosing you down I swing from left to right, caking your wings in cum until they look like thick mats of gelatinous spunk hanging by your sides. As I force them back against your body with the weight of the seed plastering them and the impact of my thick rope they stick solidly to you, a slathering of rancid, reeking seed gluing them in place until such time as I pry them off of your body.

 

Another window of opportunity presents itself and instead of simply aiming my cock I grip it tightly once more, my balls churning furiously as their frustrated climax sends them into frenzied overproduction of disgusting, vile spunk. Staggering around your utterly splattered body I roughly thrust my glans into your oozing ass, gliding in easily as your hole is still slick with my gummy jizz. Slamming in until my hands are pressed against your thick, clenching pucker I let go and swiftly grip your cutie marks, tossing my head back and howling as I relax completely and let my balls take out their pent up fury on your poor, feminine body. Globs and wads of lumpy, defiling sperm empty into you by the gallon, your gut ballooning to its previous and rightful swollen size in seconds. I grin as best I can through my mask of pleasure as I hear my reeking muskpony gurgle and groan, your throat distending with my rancid goop as I literally cum through you. Your body will never quite lose that heavy gut, nor will anything taste quite the same for you as your mouth, nose, throat and stomach all become utterly tainted by my filthy spurts. Everything you eat will taste like musky semen, everything you smell will get your balls churning and your cock unsheathing, everyone will be able to tell instantly from the size of your gut that you're my pony condom. And from the look of utter bliss on your face they'll know that you wouldn't have it any other way.