Original Description:
“Thanks for letting me crash in for my birthday, guys.”
“Sure…no problem, Prince.”
“Yeah… it’s fine.”
“Thank you, Epic and Nocturnal! Y’all are the bes~~”
“Speaking of that ~~ could you please stop sucking on my horn now?”
“Why? I hear this is the best way to get an ora~~”
“Yeah…we don’t… talk about those.” Nocturnal sighed a grunt. “Especially since…some stallion has almost attempted such a feat befo~~”
“A…hem,” Killer Epic cleared his throat while strategically brushing a hidden rump push on her. “Like…she said, we don’t really talk about it.”
He groaned more vigorously as she quickly did. “Doesn’t… mean… you… don’t…want one…
Nocturnal suddenly gasped as she was fondled… very incessantly backside. By two rear, peach-colored hooves digging for a…sure opening.
“Hehehe…hooo…ugh…harder…” she gave in to her beloved dominant male.
Killer Epic panted yet barely grinned, as her uncomfortable face grew intense as his passion. “Better bet I’ll…go reeeealllly…hard-”
“Mmffff…but bust,” interrupted a pegasus prince of music purely joking. Unaware just how intent the two friends’ snuggle was destined to be.
“Grrrr…uh… what, Prince~~” begged a fellow musician intervened. The other glomping he and his fan only purred on a further horn lick.
“If you want it…I could help you with that. Perfect… birthday gift.”
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