Plowing the fields

        "Good enough to plow both of you." Cookie grins, leaning her muzzle closely to Brann's. Milky blushes and freezes like a statue. Cookie excitedly trots in place. "Please tell me you aren't joking, Brann." Brann's grin remains unphased. "Right here, right now, Cookie." Cookie seductively grins, before Milky pipes up. "Let's find a nice private spot." Cookie scans the area, finding a nearby barn. She points with a hoof then speeds off, Brann and Milky pacing behind.

        Cookie swiftly opens the barn doors before corraling Milky and Brann in. She tugs Brann towards a large mass of hay, forcing him into the pile of hay facing her. Cookie presses her muzzle against Brann's with a seductive grin, before lowering to the floor. She spreads Brann's legs, quickly finding Brann's lazy stallionhood pressed against her muzzle. She gives a playful lick before flexing one of her wings and wrapping it around his member, giving a quick squeeze. "It's alot bigger than what it looks like in the picture." Brann's grin reaches a moratorium as he rests in the malleable hay. Cookie begins to tug on Brann's member, gliding her tongue across his shaft.

        Cookie looks unimpressed as Brann winces. "All this time I waited and you can barely handle this?" Milky quickly retorts for Brann. "Maybe it's his first time, leave him alone!" Cookie looks over to Milky with a wicked grin. "Maybe if he had a drink he'd relax." Milky looks around the barn. "I don't see any glasses of w-" She stops, then turns back to Cookie with a frown. "Well, I suppose I could use a milking." Cookie waves Milky off with a hoof. "Milky, you're practically dragging on the floor." Milky flushes. "My eyes are up here!" she says angrily.

        Cookie's wing releases Brann. "Well, maybe you'd like to show me how it's done." Milky shakes her head. "N-no thanks! I've never even done that kind of thing before.." Cookie raises a brow. "Really? Let me show you how." Cookie quickly puts Brann's member into her mouth, pumping. Milky comes up close for a look as Cookie works Brann's shaft, circling it with her tongue as she slowly descends from his tip. She manages to almost reach the base, before her gag reflex kicks in. She quickly pulls off Brann, leaving behind a few trails of saliva still connecting the two as she gasps for air with the occasional choke. "See Milky? It's not that hard. Go ahead, Brann, tell her what you want her to do." Brann's silence ceases. "I want you to sit on my face, Milky."

         Milky leans back in shock. "Y-you want me to what?" Brann's face remains stonelike. "You heard me, sit on my face." Cookie and Brann begin to position Milky, exposing her flower to Brann and pressing it to his face. Cookie takes opens Milky's mouth, and gently places Brann's hardening rod into her mouth, before pushing Milky's head down, then pulling back up. "See, Milky? It's as simple as that." Milky nods, awkwardly going to work on Brann. Cookie nods approvingly. "Go on, Milky, work that flesh flute!" Cookie lays back down, working Brann's base with her tongue and begins to rub her marehood with a hoof. Brann circles Milky's flower with his tongue, tasting her smooth, pink walls. Milky's legs begin to shake violently,loudly moaning. Brann feels a liquid caking his chest. He pulls back to examine his chest, as juices secrete teats and her marehood. Milky becomes serious as her flower winks at Brann. "Take me, Brann."

        Brann swiftly obliges, standing himself up as Milky rises with him. He mounts Milky, and slowly prods her with his stallionhood, before penetrating her. Milky bends down, further pressing his member into her winking marehood. Cookie quickly lies back down, spreading her legs to show Milky her flower. Milky presses her tongue against Cookie's cherry. Each thrust Brann makes allows Milky to glide against Cookie's parts. Milky's tight hole squeezes Brann's rod, as he huffs in rhythm with each thrust. Milky's eyes roll back in her head as she pants into Cookie's flower, exploring Cookie's sugar walls with her tongue.

        Cookie moans, using her hooves to press Milky's face further into her marehood. Cookie looks to Brann, fully focused on keeping rhythm as he thrusts deeper into Milky. She squirms out from Milky's tongue, pulling Brann off Milky. Brann detests, but Milky is still in a euphoric state, panting while pleading for more. "What the hell, Cookie? I wasn't finished!" Cookie looks to the Milkmare in the nirvana-like state. "Just follow my lead, Brann." They place Milky on a nearby workbench, belly up. Brann begins to stand on his hind hooves, positioning himself back on Milky. His throbbing member rests in between Milky's breasts, seperating the two dripping mounds.

        Cookie floats onto the workbench, pressing her ass into the blissful milkmare. She presses Milky's breasts together, lightly kneading them as Brann thrusts between Milky's silky breasts. Cookie pops Brann's stallionhood back into her mouth, moving her hips to grind against Milky's limp tongue. Brann stamps on the worktable, releasing his seed. Cookie, on reaction, release's Brann's member, only to get a shot of Brann's Non-Dairy Cream™ on her muzzle. She uses her wing to swipe off the substance, licking it off her wing. She turns around, and locks lips with the entranced milkmare, locking tongues with milky and allowing her some of Brann's Milk. She pulls off Milky's lips, another thin wire of spittle and Brann seed connects the two lips, before she again swipes it off with a wing, and quickly licks it back off, savoring every bit she can. Milky shakes her head, finally reawakened from her euphoric coma. She pushes herself up, peeking over Cookie's shoulder. Milky raises a brow, smacking her lips. "Brann, why do I taste spaghetti?"

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