𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ

ᴛʀɪᴘʟᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ♛ 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 and 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚.

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

“ 𝑀𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 ”

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

“You-!!!”

An irate Gent shuts the door down behind her and glances in disbelief at the shameless display happening in her room

“What on earth are you supposed to be doing?! Did you mistake this for your own room?! Explain yourself, right now!!”

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

Prying the door open at this exact moment…

She comes from an intense training hoping to take a shower and cool off so hopefully nobody dares to bother her.

[「 ✯ ; 𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙸𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 」 @RACETRACKP3RV]

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ᅠEehe ,, Donna should come into her room and find out herself — ♡

ᅠThat , and of course , also punish Digitan for all the mean names she's been calling her as of late ~ ☆.

ᅠWhat's taking her so long , anyway .ᐣ ~ .
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[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

You’ve done 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 with the pillows?!

Also, who’s this broodmare you’re speaking of? I’m nothing of the sort, not for you at least, pony.

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

With that specific spot.

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

“Please what~? You’re going to have to be more clear, I can’t read your mind.”

A cold cutting response delivered in a teasing manner, after all, Donna’s hands are completely distracted caressing that flared tip, her thumb running through the slit only to be covered in fluids +

[𝘚𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘉𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘕 𝘖 @BAKUSHIIIIIN]

the sides, lifting them from below...groping, groping now, moving them in circles as her erection swells up, slapping against the mare's stomach, her womb...

"...Mm...Please, Lady..."

She's spilling out thick, thick wads of pre...

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

Same she spreads with both her palms along the engorged end of Sakura’s girth, on the back, sides, everywhere… meanwhile, she tries to keep a straight prideful face despite her chest being assaulted, only for a small yelp to escape when the tip escapes her hands and stumbles +

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

So 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 is the mare who’s been stealing her underwear lately?

There’s a fine line between admiration and obsession but she’s completely stepped over it and landed directly in perversion!! 💢

But the worsts part is to find this pony doing the deed on her own room, seriously

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

Erection just can’t seem to stay still for a second, just like the equine lady it’s attached to.

“Feeling eager? Can’t seem to keep yourself still, can you?”

She lightheartedly teased. Finally moving her hands towards the needy circular tip, wrapping her fingers around it.

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

Her ears…? Bakushin is lucky the mare has already taken a liking to that bright personality of hers, otherwise she wouldn’t have let her guard down, and wouldn’t be closing her eyes, enjoying the soft caress.

After enjoying herself for a moment, she chuckles at how Sakura’s +

[𝘚𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘉𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘕 𝘖 @BAKUSHIIIIIN]

She's going to do something very brave and start...reaching up...gently massaging the mare's ears as her equine shaft down there swells with sheer, sheer need...

She wanted to grasp her ass, but...Shes a good girl...

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

“Good girl”

Caressing her forehead for her obedience, her frown seems to relax for a second, just before she glances at the enthusiastic uma’s skirt situation.

“Already…? I haven’t barely laid my hands on you!”

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

“You’re seriously hopeless…”

Rolling her eyes. Standing from her office chair to instead take a seat on the couch. This backstage office doubles as a leisure room.

“Come here. I can’t have you pulling those shenanigans for my next race”

Patting her lap.

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

What’s with your voice…?

You’re not getting aroused at me scolding you, are you…?

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

This is the last time I’m letting you backstage…

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

You wish to train with me? 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹.
Just don’t despair if you fail to catch up. Keep trying. Don’t give up.

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

Face, the massive pole sandwiched between their bodies.

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

Every time she thought the cheery horse’s erection had reached it’s limit, it kept growing, soon standing at a ridiculous length, especially compared to her thin figure.

Gent’s ears twitched as the intense aroma reaches her nose, making her flinch on the first whiff. +

[𝘚𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘉𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘕 𝘖 @BAKUSHIIIIIN]

Slowly closing the distance...huffing...tail flicking upwards instead of side to side...gulping...

Neigh.

...shaking her head...no!!!

She can't...can't do that to a mare without permission...

So she'll...just...uhm...stand there ... Arms lowering...

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

Reading her nervousness, despite her clear disposition, Gentildonna is the one taking the first step closer, enough to bump into the flared it, ignoring this to close even more the distance between their bodies, just until the point where her enormous chest is right on Bakushin +

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

Rest assured, she won’t be running away anytime soon. Don’t be surprised if she ends up being the one on top, hopping on that Bakushin until those absurdly big nuts are shriveled.

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

It is quite a sight, this “Love shack” she calls a room…

Any other might find it intimidating but Bakushin is not dealing with the average cute Tracen-trotter she must be used to.

Her switch had flipped too. The cheer racer’s fault for flaunting herself like that, making +

[𝘚𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘉𝘈𝘒𝘜𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘕 𝘖 @BAKUSHIIIIIN]

door for a moment before remembering she can just close it with a quick slam...Oh, Gentildonna can see light nail-marks on the door itself...was Bakushin that rough?!

"Alright!!! All safe!"

Why is her sheath still somewhat folded? Where's her medial ring...?! How big is this..?

[𝐆ᴇɴᴛɪʟᴅᴏɴɴᴀ ʊ @GentFiore]

Her broodmare instincts heat up her body, the barely fitting uniform she lended her now soaked in sweat and fluids. If there’s a smell filling the room right now is Gentildonna’s alluring aroma, those massive sagging udders pulling the shirt down with their weight. +