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The Twins Whore Out for Father

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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King snorted, the stallion's head held proudly high, resplendent in a chestnut coat with a flaxen mane, an equine anthro of the Suffolk Punch breeding, even if the bloodlines of their kind, of course, were not perfectly pure. No, their kind had given up on that kind of speciesism over time, but they still held their heritage in the set of their hooves and the feather around them, the larger bone, the thicker set of their bodies and, of course, the power held within them.

His sons, however, were not flaxen chestnut but with a darker, richer, liver shade cutting through their bare coats as they moaned and posed on his bed for him, stretched out. Even though they were muscled and bulky, as was the nature of their body types, they were still smaller than him, cheeky and bolshy in their early twenties - and needing a fat length of meat just like his to fill them.

Chase and Jay wriggled together, Chase on all fours, his rump grinding back, while Jay lay on his back, legs kicked up in the air. They were identical twins, of course, but Chase was a bit shyer, his head ducked, whimpering and nickering with raw need. He couldn't help what his body craved, what it wanted so very desperately, panting and heaving, his eyes barely able to flick back to his father's meat without losing his mind.

Jay... Oh, he was a special case, however, though not the stallion that King would take first. The burly stallion grunted and rubbed the underside of his jaw with a barely concealed smirk, lining his dick up with Chase's backside, the thick round of muscle there giving his son's backside magnificent shape. No one realised how fuckable the draft breeds were, but that was their problem, not the issue with his family, Chase whinnying sharply as the head of his father's dick pressed to his ring.

"Relax, boi..."

Chase could only obey, would only obey, Jay huffing and snorting, though their father would have both of them, in time. His cock plunging into the slightly younger twins' backside was only the beginning, grasping Chase's mane dominantly just to yank his head back. The arch of the liver chestnut stallion's neck stood out thickly, though there was nothing dominant about his son, King snorting heavily, powering into him, using his mane for leverage as if he was nothing more than a hole to be fucked.

That was what both of the twins wanted. And what kind of father would he be if he denied that to them?

No, Chase's grunting, broken moans were what he needed, his gut churning with a ragged surge of power. Oh, how it felt to be dominant, something that came so very easily to him. He heaved for breath as it filled his lungs, chest expanding, through the long, savage strokes of his well-lubricated cock sank home every time. It was up to Chase to take every one of them, however he wished, heaving and panting, trying to twist his head back and forth even as his father pulled at his mane.

But he didn't need Chase to stay still to take everything for him, slamming in harder and harder while his free paw closed around Jay's cock. For the older twin, of course, could not go denied either, bolder than Chase and yet still submissive to their father. His eyes met Jay's, though there was no challenge in the dark brown orbs of the younger stallion, all of them getting their needs met, one way or another.

"Unff... Ohhh..."

Chase moaned, buttocks shuddering, the hot length of his cock bobbing under his stomach, though he couldn't get a paw up to grasp it. That was all of King's design, of course, the massive Suffolk Punch stallion snorting heavily, the smack of his hips ringing off Chase's muscled arse with every thrust. It might have been considered too rough to someone who did not know the nature of their relationship but Chase could take all of that and more, the pounding drive of his father's cock sinking home, plunging deep, filling him up in the best of ways. And wasn't that just what all of them needed?

So much, everything possible. Life was not to be held back as their hides darkened with sweat, Jay holding his legs up willingly for his father while King nickered and plunged deep into Chase's backside. That tight hole would always hole a lure for him, but Jay's cock begged for attention even more, perhaps the sluttier of the twins, if he cared about that sort of thing. Pumping the boi's length in time, more or less, with the strokes of his cock into Chase's tight pucker, he groaned out loud, ears flicking, need building and building inside him.

"Unff... Yes... Fuck..."

King could not help himself - and neither did he have to - thrusting and grinding, hardly pulling back for another stroke as the stallion greedily kept his cock as deep as possible. More, he needed more, the lure of orgasm clawing at him like a wild beast. Yet that was a beast that the stallion could tussle with, well and truly, welcoming the embrace, sweat gleaming as it trickled down the line of his pecs and the dip of his shoulder blades. Chase squealed, cock outpouring a slick yet wasted load, his father plunging in harder and rougher until, at last, King tipped over the edge too.

Ropes of thick cum filled his son's backside and it was the sight of the two of them, evidently, shuddering in bliss, that set him off too. Jets of cum shot straight up in the air, betraying his slutty virility, yet Jay was still a stallion who very much preferred the bottom role over all else. That was up to him, of course, and not something that his father was all that inclined to change.

Thrusting and pounding Chase's tight arse through orgasm allowed wave after wave of bliss to swamp him, snorting and panting heavily through his nostrils. Yet the moment was there to be taken and lusted for, enjoyed exactly as it was, and he groaned deeply as he pulled back, only to send a final, driving thrust deep into his son's backside.

Chase's groan rolled forth even as Jay collapsed, slumped to the bed while his cock twitched and softened a little, still spilling more and more seed. It would ease off, but there was still nowhere else that King would have rather have been but with his dick balls-deep in one of their backsides, perhaps a nice muzzle too... And he could have all of that and more, his sons craving him as much as he lusted for them.

King shuddered bodily, hide twitching. His whore-twins would never want for cock as long as their father was around.

He'd make sure of it.