Anon, Soarin, and Braeburn 3-way; (NSFW, Greentext Format)

>Maybe you'd prefer to just imagine Soarin quivering just above your groin, readying himself to take in your length as his own throbbing shaft spurts pre across your belly and the hind legs of Braeburn, who straddles your face with heated breaths.
>Brae encouraging Soarin to go down slowly, take it easy on himself - even as you lick Brae's taint and balls, making him pant eagerly and pump his own pre onto your body in a rapidly increasing hot, sticky bath
>Suddenly Brae yelps in pleasure, pushing himself forward and kissing Soarin deeply on the mouth as his tongue tangles with the Pegasi's
>Soarin, unable to hold his shaky position, falls directly onto your shaft at full force - taking it all in one smooth, hot motion as his ass slaps against your groin
>The rebounding moans of the two stallions atop you making you pump pre into the blue pegasi's butt, even as you knead Brae's cheeks with your eager fingers
>You almost forget to work your tongue across Brae's taint to his muscular ponut.
>Tongue prodding at his entrance, slowly tracing circles against the twitching, muscular ring that sits between his quivering cheeks
Meanwhile, Soarin grinds his ass against your crotch to bury you deeper inside - the bliss of your length against his prostate driving him into a lust
>The two stallions continue to make out eagerly with one another, even as you thrust your hips up into Soarin and work a finger into Brae
>Soarin bounces on your shaft eagerly, a half lidded, faraway look in his eyes as his tongue lulls from his mouth and he drools slightly
>Brae leans in against Soarin, licking and kissing the Pegasi's neck while he quivers from your ministrations
>Both their thick, colored rods reaching a fever pitch as they jet pre down their slick lengths and onto your body
>Your hands drift from Brae to Soarin; grabbing him by the hips you begin to thrust into him earnestly, seeking to set him off with you not far behind
>Your actions are rewarded with a heated moan from the blue stallion, who leans forward, hooves resting practically on Brae's girth, and starts to hump downward onto your thrusting hips
>His lusty moans and tightening ass tell you he's close, and the tightness now enveloping your shaft threatens to send you over the edge too
>The thick, muscular ring of Soarin's ponut clamping around your thrusting dick makes every push and pull an amazing mixture of pleasure and slight annoyance as you hit the critical point of no return
>You nearly buck Braeburn from your face as you wildly hump into Soarin, hips driving upward and off the bed, lifting the Pegasus as you bury your member in him with intense speed and force
>Ramming your length against his prostate over, and over, sending him over the edge in a blistering assault on his senses
>Thick, heavy seed splashes against your chest and against Braeburn, coating his hooves and your pecs with the hot, sticky proof of pleasure from the blue stallion
>Your climax rivals his own as you follow in suit; Hilting in the still moaning butt-slutt you blast your seed deep into him, hitting his prostate and slowly filling him by virtue of the near air-tight seal between your groin and his ass
>His ass clenches, milking your length, forcing it all deep inside his still shaking body
>Braeburn kisses Soarin again, but Soarin's eyes go wide suddenly
>When Brae leans back, a thick, almost translucent string connects their mouths
>Still reeling in the sensation of Soarin wrapped tightly around your dick, hands still clenching his hips downward onto yours, you can't stop Braeburn from dismounting your face and leaning down to share the same sloppy, snowball kiss he just gave Soarin
>His large lips wrap nicely with yours, his tongue pushing the thick, almost sweet seed into your mouth along with his tongue
>Tongues tangling against one another, the seed is thinned until its indistinguishable from your saliva; only an ever present taste of blueberries evidence you swallowed Soarin's spunk
>But Braeburn still hasn't gotten off
>Intending to fix this, you work a hand away from the tired and still-mounted Soarin
>Sneaking it past the preoccupied Braeburn's gaze, you reach back and grab one of his cheeks once again
>He nearly forces his tongue into your throat in surprise as you move your other hand over to his opposite cheek while the first hand drifts to his ponut and taint
>Nice and wet from your tongue-bath, his anus lets your fingers in easily
>In a position where Braeburn's length now throbs dangerously close to your face, you begin to finger the still pent-up stallion while kneading his other cheek
>Hooking your fingers, you manage to find the comparatively hard part of his tunnel; his prostate
>The heat coming from him is intense, enveloping your entire hand despite only the entrance of a few fingers
>He shakes as you prod his prostate with a single finger, gently at first, rubbing against it as though it might break
>He breaks the snowball-kiss with a great gasp as you work a second finger to his prostate and gently push down on it; his throbbing shaft spurts pre onto the bed sheets beside your head; the scent coming from them heavily musky with a tinge of cinnamon apples
>The process is slow and deliberate, but so satisfying
>Rubbing his prostate with two and then three fingers, he begins to shake all over, twitching slightly as he begins to drool and push his hips forward as though yearning to be rutted
>Cool air strikes your own member as Soarin slowly dismounts, a great, wet suction-esque sound coming from where your member leaves his still clenching butt
>The blue stallion flops beside you, looking up at Braeburn with a dreamy expression and half a smile
>Braeburn, to his credit, takes an entire three more minutes of intense prostate prodding before he nears climax
>But as he closes in, he starts to beg
>"F..fuck me!" he pleads, hips darting forward again, "H-harder, please, PLEASE-guoah!~"
>Trying to oblige the horny stallion you pick the pace of your hand movements up, going from gentle prodding to fingering in earnest; hammering away at his ponut and prostate to the point your palm starts to slap his taint and the base of his balls
>The sudden shift sends him completely over the edge, the stallion crying out in a high pitched tone as he orgasms all over your face, chest, and stomach
>Thick, almost steaming-hot streams rip from his twitching shaft, bathing you in intense heat and that musky cinnamon apple scent
>His ponut clenching around your hand like a vice, desperate not to let you go until he's fired every last drop from his quivering length
>As Brae finishes his orgasm, he slowly begins to collapse on his side; falling next to Soarin, their heads mere inches apart
>Slowly, the two stallions begin to stir; moving themselves bodily, deliberately, they prop themselves up against your sticky body.
>Soarin leans against your chest, his gaze locking with yours as Braeburn takes up post beside him but closer to your face
>The two of them lean in slowly, all smiles, until they reach your face
>The two stallions begin to lick the seed from you in slow, elongated, deliberate licks
>Licking your face, your neck, your chest; bathing you in hot, warm pleasantry
>When they're done cleaning you, they come back for another messy kiss
>The two of them vying for your mouth; invariably kissing one another as much as they kiss you
>Soarin - no longer caring about the remainder of the mess on your body - slowly clambers onto you and lies bodily on top of you; his head against your neck and his butt gently resting against your groin. His wings twitch slightly as he kisses your neck, tracing steps from your collarbone to your chin
>Braeburn lies beside you, waiting for you to put an arm around him before he holds onto you bodily - head resting beside your ear and hind legs gently around your hips, bumping Soarin's legs
>He kisses your ear and whispers how great you are in soft, satisfied tones(edited)
>Worn out, sticky, but satisfied, the three of you cuddle together in the hot afterglow of your threeway