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// Chapter 3 
// Story: Cheater 
// by Mr V 
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	Your fireplace may be small, but it's perfect for a night like this. The quietly popping flame fills the room with long, dancing shadows and a golden glow that sparkles from the various gleaming surfaces of your meager home, a comfortable warmth against the chill of the early spring air. 
But then, you doubt that you'll be lacking warmth any time soon. Curled up against your side is a rather affectionate young pegasus, her forelegs wrapped tightly around your middle as though she's afraid you'll run away if she ever lets go. For a long moment, you sit there in front of the fire, just looking at her, watching the light play against her colorful mane and smiling as she snuggles against you. Her eyes shut as if she were settling in for another nap. 
You reach up to her face, brushing away a red forelock for no other reason than to feel her mane against your hoof. She looks at you with that cocky smirk you've seen a thousand times before, that brash, self-satisfied expression that says "I told you I'd win." Your hold her just a bit tighter as you look into her eyes. You know exactly how you'd like to wipe that smile from her face. 
... But ... 
"Well, what are you waiting for? Kiss her!" 
Pinkie pipes in from your other side, grinning in amusement as Rainbow Dash casts a flustered glare in her direction. 
"Pinkie, are you ... really sure about this?" you ask. 
"Uh, du~uh! It's like I told you, 'There's no rule that says you can only have one girlfriend,' remember? Now hurry up. slowpoke, her lips are waitin'!" 
Despite your misgivings, you turn back to Rainbow Dash, the pink in her face evident even in the dim light of the fire. With no further hesitation, you lower your lips to hers. Your second kiss is nothing like your first, her desperation replaced with shyness, her inexperience giving way to your expertise as you caress her mouth with soft and subtle motions. 
As your lips separate, she looks a bit bewildered. "Whoa," she says in a whisper. "That was ... really nice." 
You suddenly hear the sound of clapping. "Yay! That was great!" Pinkie Pie laughs. "My turn!" 
With that, she throws her forelegs around your neck and pulls you into a long, deep kiss. Every moment leaves your mind reeling and every taste bud swimming with the spicy flavor of licorice. Eventually, your mouths open together, each of you gasping for air. Yet she keeps her lips on yours, her tongue still held in your open mouth, still slowly moving, licking the tip of your tongue as she draws a hoof along your chest. 
She pulls away gently, looking satisfied as she raises her hoof to your cheek. "That was nice, wasn't it?" 
Rainbow Dash huffs as she cuddles against you. "Hmf!  Showoff ..." With a grin, she lifts her hoof and gives Pinkie Pie's butt a swift smack. 
She laughs as Pinkie squeaks, her ears lowering bashfully before she falls against you, her forelegs once more around your neck. But after just a moment she whispers thickly. "Um, you know I ... I think I kinda like that." 
"You mean this?" you ask, tapping lightly on her flank. 
She squirms. "Uh huh. Do you think you could ... do that some more?" 
Quite happy to oblige her timid request, you reach down with a wily smirk. Pinkie's head on your shoulder as you quietly stroke her haunch, moving in a slow orbit around her cutie mark. You lift your hoof and bring it back down with a sharp "pop," feeling her backside jiggle just a bit under your hoof. You move once more, Pinkie's breathy giggles in your ear as she rises off her haunches a little, lifting her rear end for your next strike, giving a small squeal as your hoof connects. 
With every smack, her breath grows heavier, her reddening backside jumping with each blow. She draws away as you raise your hoof to your mouth and run it slowly over your tongue. Pinkie immediately joins in, and you begin passing your hoof back and forth, tasting each other as the two of you cover the surface with long, sloppy licks. As you pull your hoof away, she immediately starts kissing you hungrily, moaning into your mouth as your hoof lands on her rump with a loud, wet slap. Time and again the room fills with echoing claps, her backside shivering as you rub slowly along her haunch, lingering and circling at the base of her tail. 
The sound of Rainbow Dash's snickering forces your focus from the trembling pink mare at your side. "Wow," she laughs, "I should have guessed Pinkie Pie would be into that kind of weird stuff." 
Pinkie hides her face in your mane at the sound of Dash's laughter, hugging your neck tightly in her embarrassment, but you can hear a smile in her voice as she speaks. "Hey, Dashie, have you ever let anyone rub your wings?" 
You and Pinkie share a devious look as the laughter abruptly ends. Dash begins stuttering as you move your hoof along her wing, gingerly stroking the fuzzy surface. 
"W-wait a minute," she protests, even as she presses closer to you, one hoof lying weakly on your belly, the other on the floor, pushing her chest against you. As you rub the thick muscles in the center of her back, you feel them begin to flex, her wings gradually extending against her will. 
"Nnnn ... no~oo ..." She looks at you plaintively, practically panting with heavy, excited breaths. "Don't ... don't look ..." she begs as her wings continue to expand under your gentle kneading. 
Your forelegs wrapped around both ponies, you all go to the floor as Rainbow Dash pushes you to the ground, Pinkie giggling all the way. Dash buries her nose in your chest, her wings rising stiffly into the air as you stroke her back, massaging softly from her wings down to her backside, caressing her flank as much for yourself as for her. 
To your side, Pinkie Pie crushes herself to you, squeezing your hind leg between her own as she licks and nibbles the base of your ear. Her body fills your grasp, soft, deliciously feminine, flooding your senses with the feeling of her silky form against your neck, your chest, your legs. 
On your other side, you savor the lithe, supple physique of Rainbow Dash, her eyes shut, whimpering as she lightly bucks against your touch with every long, solid stroke of your hoof against her muscles. A tender, tremulous moan escapes her throat as she grinds firmly against you, her mouth open, her saliva dripping from her extended tongue, wetting your chests as she slides her fit and slender figure along your body. 
You share a deep and passionate kiss with Dash as she eagerly tries to push your hoof up to her wings, coaxing you to stroke them with the same heated intensity. Then with a quick turn of your head you're kissing Pinkie Pie, her giggles filling your mouth as she rubs her knee flirtatiously against your flank. 
As you lie there in the shimmering firelight with these two gorgeous young ponies, your hearts overflowing with love and desire, you can scarcely keep from laughing. Honestly, the situation is so amazing it seems almost ... unfair.