Three's a Crowd...
Anon’s eyes fluttered open, he languidly stretched his arms over his head, and he stifled a yawn, as he was roused from his slumber. The night had been a pleasant one, his warm bed and soft blankets having seen him off to sleep, but most of his evenings were just as refreshing - especially as of late. Feeling a hot, slick sensation against his manhood, he lifted the sheets and peeked down his chest.
“Morning,” he hummed.
Her glimmering, harlequin eyes peered up at him, as she drew her tongue up his length, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She didn’t always wake him up with a morning blowjob, so he had no intentions of stopping her. As he reached down and worked his fingers through her mane, softly clutching her head to spur her onward, he contentedly sighed.
This - this was definitely one of the better benefits to having a loving marefriend. He adored every part of being with her, from simply joining her for an outing or reading on the couch beside her, but he’d be lying if he said their sinful moments weren’t some of the best. It was almost funny to think that he’d been hesitant to date her, and downright hilarious how reluctant he’d been to act on his amorous urges, but that felt like a lifetime ago.
In spite of being relatively young, having just blossomed into marehood, Sweetie Belle had a sex drive that would make most whores blush - sure it had taken some time and patience for them to explore one another, learning how to best sate their passion, although they’d both come to know one another inside and out. Slipping his free hand behind his head to make himself comfortable, having thrown the blanket off to enjoy the view, he watched her sucking him off.
Her oral skills had become nothing less than phenomenal, using her lips, tongue, and gullet like a savant, but being able to see her blowing him was just as compelling. The way she lightly torqued her head from side to side, softly moaning while she lavished the sensitive underside of his shaft, was beyond reproach. It was almost a shame that video cameras were a rarity in Equestria, because he would have gleefully recorded their trysts.
Shifting on his thighs, inching back, she steadily plunged his manhood deeper and deeper into her snout. She still had trouble taking all of him, but she’d been ruthlessly training her gag reflex for the last few weeks - not that he was complaining. Seeing her clamp her eyes shut, feeling himself hit the back of her throat, he softly patted her cheek.
“Need some help?” he softly asked, earning himself an indignant stare.
“No!” she replied, withdrawing and glaring up at him. Her ire faded almost instantly, as she averted her gaze and blushed. “M…maybe…”
Leaning in and slipping his hands under her forelegs, he effortlessly lifted her and rolled to his side. “Get comfy and tell me if it’s getting too intense.”
She nodded and wriggled from his grasp, hopping down to the mattress beneath him. As badly as she would have liked to deep-throat him straight away, their positioning had been less than ideal. For starters, since he was on his back, she would have had to stand and bob her head at an awkward angle - secondly, though she was hesitant to admit it, she loved when he got rough with her.
Easing herself down and rolling to her side, her nose practically touching his cock, she drew a deep breath and shuddered. Rivaling the size of even the largest stallions, with a tool that was practically made to please a mare, Anon was a gift from the heavens. He was smart, witty, and surprisingly romantic, everything she’d hoped to find in a coltfriend, and she silently thanked Celestia each and every day for having him in her life. While she couldn’t care less that he was a human, nor that he was a fair bit older than himself, she did wish he wouldn’t be so gentle all the time.
“Ahem -” she cleared her throat, stopping him just as he grabbed the base of her skull, “no - uh - what did you call them again?”
“Kid gloves?” he postulated, quirking a brow.
“Yeah, no kid gloves!” she insisted, his masculine aroma causing her heart to race.
He chuckled and shook his head. “You do realize what today is ~ right?”
“I know!” she bleated, swiftly closing her eyes to rein herself in. “That’s why I want you to be rough. Don’t hold back ~ ok?”
His smile never faded, as he nodded. “Just please stop me if I get too rough.”
She grinned from ear to ear, turned her attention to his groin, and popped the tip of her length into her snout. The only way she’d get any better at accommodating all of him was if he took an active role - at least for now. Things could and likely would change as she continued to grow larger, but that would take years - years she wasn’t going to waste giving him anything but her very best.
As she drew a deep breath and filled her lungs, she glanced up at him. Slowly, almost lovingly, he pressed his hips forward while pulling her to his groin, gradually filling her muzzle and driving his shaft into her gullet. The sensation was intense, feeling her neck bulge from the sizable intrusion, yet the thrill of it eclipsed what little discomfort there was. Without so much as thinking about it, her forehoof drifted down her belly and to her winking, sopping wet marehood.
Anon only stopped when nearly the entirety of his length was entombed in her face, noticing just how excited she was. If she’d asked, he would have been happy to engage in a sixty-nine or possibly finger her while getting a blowjob - nevertheless, he wasn’t about to interrupt the exchange a second time. Rolling his hips back and freeing most of his shaft, allowing her to get a sip of air, he secured his grip and gave a second thrust.
Hot and snug, her throat was as incredible as ever. He’d thought it had been his imagination at first, considering he’d been suffering through a very protracted dry-spell before they’d first gotten intimate, but he’d learned that ponies have a body temperature several degrees hotter than humans - not only that but their pelvic control was the stuff wet dreams were made of. Keeping his eyes on her alabaster face, hearing her fight back a gag, he subconsciously increased the pace of his bucking hips.
The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, yet his carnal wants were nearly impossible to deny. She’d asked that he not hold back, that he use her throat like a sex toy, so he had no real need to worry - that and it was hardly the first time she’d made such a brazen request. Submitting to his lust, he gave a particularly forceful plunge and hilted himself in her snout.
She trembled around him, her gullet spasming against the intrusion, but he didn’t stop. In and out, his manhood pistoned into her face while she shamelessly pawed at her snatch. The fact that she was actually getting off to such treatment was the icing on the cake, crushing his reluctance and fueling the fires of his passion like few things could. If she wanted a thick, gooey breakfast in bed - by Celestia, that’s exactly what she was going to get.
Sweetie’s lungs steadily began to burn, her heart thundered in her bosom, and juices dribbled down her inner thigh and to the sheets below, while her thoughts ran wild. Unlike a stallionhood, with its pesky medial ring and almost boorishly blunt tip, his endowment was simply perfect; his length and girth were admirable, easily comparable to any studs, but his rounded glans - stars above, she swore the spear-like head of his cock could penetrate any orifice with ease. Letting him do the lion’s share of the work, she was able to fixate on rubbing her needy sex.
Yet another impressive facet of his was his endurance. Though she’d never bedded a stallion before, it was common knowledge that most ponies could only last a minute or so in bed, humping away until they blew their load, but Anon was a different beast entirely. It wasn’t uncommon for the man to go for ages, plowing her for what felt like a small eternity, and she always - always climaxed at least once while they were fooling around.
Lost to her fantasies, gasping for air when he would allow, she couldn’t say how much time had passed until she noticed the telltale signs of his release. The subtle twitch in his hips, his hitched breaths, and the way his shaft throbbed in her maw told her he was teetering on the brink. Simply knowing she’d brought such a strong, wondrous creature to the edge was enough to push her to the very limit, leaving her on the precipice of release herself.
Setting his jaw in a desperate attempt to restrain himself, as he fucked her face with reckless abandon, Anon realized it was a fool’s errand. Ordinarily speaking, he would have asked her if she wanted a facial or not, but her eagerness and insistence made the choice an easy one. Holding himself back to the very last second, he sheathed his length, held her head firmly, and grunted through gritted teeth.
Her choked gagging was a symphony, far hotter than it had any right to be, yet she definitely wasn’t in distress. The sweltering baptism of her nectar against his legs, gushing over the sheets as she came moments after him, brought a gratified smile to his face. Though he hadn’t so much as touched her nethers, she’d climaxed right alongside him - sadly, he knew he couldn’t keep himself hilted for long.
He simultaneously pulled her off and rolled his hips back, coating her deliciously flat chest and snout with the final shot of his jizz, and stroked her mane. “Good for you?”
Coughing and giving a small burp, wiping the tears and cum from her muzzle, she dismissively waved a hoof. “Y…yeah,” she rasped, peeking up at him. “You?”
“Mmmhmm,” he responded, lifting her and bringing her to his face. “How about we take a shower and -”
“Nope!” she chirped, cutting him off. “How about you go take a shower while I go make your breakfast.”
“Sweetie,” he sighed, his expression softening, “you don’t have to do that…”
She knit her brow and locked eyes with him, petulantly crossing her forelegs over her chest. “I don’t have to, but I want to. It’s your special day ~ remember?”
Opening his mouth to reply, he shut his trap and thought better of it. While she was very mature for her age, she still retained a number of her childlike mannerisms - namely that changing her mind on nearly anything was all but impossible. Pushing himself up and turning, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, placed his feet on the floor, and sat her down beside himself. It was rare, but he’d learned to pick his battles with her.
“Fine,” he amusedly stated, throwing his hands up in defeat, “but you owe me a bath tonight.”
“Deal, but only after your little surprise,” she countered, hopping from the mattress and making for the exit of their room.
He remained motionless, his eyes never leaving her soft, white behind, and cocked his head. “What kind of surprise?”
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, Silly!” she laughed, trotting into the hallway and out of sight. “Anyways, come to the kitchen once you’re done. I already made the waffle batter, so it shouldn’t take me too long.”
Not waiting for his response, she rushed through the house and into the kitchen. So far, her little plan for his birthday had gone off perfectly. She’d woken him up with a blowjob, all the prep-work for the waffles was already finished, and she’d earned a belly-full of his thick, virile foal-batter, but her work was far from finished. As she jumped up and onto the stepping stool beside the counter, igniting her horn and levitating the bowl of waffle batter to the waiting, heated iron, she couldn’t help but wonder if the rest of her scheme would go off without a hitch.
It wasn’t long before he joined her, and their meal was finished shortly thereafter. Truth be told, she wasn’t too terribly hungry, since he’d given her a rather hefty appetizer, but she forced herself to nibble at her breakfast while keeping him company. Waiting until he’d taken his second bite, she softly coughed to catch his attention.
“So - um - is it good?” she asked, genuinely curious with how she’d done.
“Is it good?” he parroted, chuckling to himself. “Sweetie, these are amazing! How long have you been making waffles behind my back?”
A blush crept into her cheeks, and she couldn’t stop herself from tittering like a school filly. “Stop! It’s my first time!”
“Well you absolutely nailed these. Seriously, if you hadn’t said so, I would’ve guessed you’d been getting tips from Mrs. Cake!”
He gave himself a moment to appreciate the meal, peering down at the blueberry waffles doused in maple syrup. A part of him nearly felt guilty for enjoying the breakfast so much, given that she’d made it after getting her face plowed, but he tried not to let it bother him. Birthday or not, there was nothing stopping him from repaying her kindness - in fact…
“Hey,” he began, reaching for his cup of coffee, “you need anything from town? I have to bring a book back to the library today, so I’ll probably leave before the temperature outside gets too hot.”
It took everything she had not to grin like an idiot, but she was able to manage. “Funny you should mention that. Would you mind swinging by the store to pick up some butter so I can make the frosting? I hate to ask, but I’m going to be busy making your cake.”
“Please,” he lightheartedly groaned, waving away her concern, “don’t sweat it. I’ll go as soon as we finish eating and I’ve washed the dishes.”
“Thanks,” she casually murmured. “Trust me, the cake will definitely be worth it.”
She held her tongue and finished her single waffle, keeping her hooves crossed that nothing would go awry. Just as she’d predicted, once they’d finished eating, he helped her clean up, gave her a small kiss, and departed. She’d had every intention of asking him to go out, so having him offer to pick up something for her was pure serendipity. Standing in the doorway and waving goodbye, watching him stroll down the street, she issued a silent prayer that the next part of her plan went off without a hitch.
Anon’s first stop was the library of the School of Friendship, which was conveniently only a short walk from his humble little home, but going to Filthy’s store would require a little more leg work. Given the clear day and unseasonably cool weather, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest by the small jaunt into town. Oddly enough, he’d never really asked for special treatment or celebration on his birthday.
It was nice to get gifts and well-wishes, sure, but he honestly enjoyed being the one doing something special for someone or somepony else. Though he would’ve been happy just lounging around with Sweetie for the remainder of the morning and maybe getting a pizza that afternoon, the thought of getting a cake did put a spring in his step. Lifting his gaze from the dusty street, seeing the shop ahead, he walked just the slightest bit faster.
The sooner he got the butter, the sooner he’d be home - the sooner he got home, the quicker he’d be able to spoon with his pint-sized marefriend. As he saw himself into the general store, making a beeline toward the back and the dairy products, an all too familiar giggle caused him to falter. He shouldn’t have been surprised that they’d be there, what with it being a Saturday, but hearing the pair cast a cloud over his otherwise stellar mood.
“Hey there, Anon,” Diamond Tiara called from behind him, bringing him to a halt.
“Where’s your marefriend,” Silverspoon added, tittering to herself.
For a fleeting moment, he considered ignoring them, but he knew better. They were going to hound him until he’d made his purchase and left, regardless of whether or not he spoke to them. With a heavy sigh, telling himself that they might eventually warm up to him, he turned and squatted down to their level.
“Morning, Diamond,” he greeted, nodding to each of the two earth ponies. “Morning, Silver.”
Thick as thieves, the duo glanced to one another, smirked, then turned their attention back at him. According to Sweetie, they’d always been close, so close that each could tell what the other was thinking, and they often worked in concert. Parting ways, with Diamond moving to his left and Silver moving to his right, they looked behind him.
“Huh ~,” Silver grunted, peering over at her companion, “I don’t see Sweetie anywhere!”
Gazing up at the man’s face, with a swagger in her shoulders, Diamond smiled. “Finally decided to get yourself a real marefriend?”
“Or two,” Silver snickered, circling him and moving beside her friend. “From what Sweetie’s told us, he’d be more than enough to handle both of us.”
With his finger lifted, seconds from giving a scathing rebuttal, Anon felt a cold lump form in the pit of his stomach. “W…what?”
The pair gasped in mocking surprise, each holding a hoof to their chests, before Diamond shook her head. “You didn’t know? Sweetie’s told everypony in the school about how incredible you are!”
“It’s true,” Silver hummed, drawing a hoof up his thigh. “She talks about how strong and sweet you are…”
“And how big your…” Diamond trailed off, her eyes wandering down his chest and to his crotch. “Well, let’s just say she’s set a very high-bar for your performance…”
His jaw flapped uselessly, a cold bead of sweat rolled down his temple, and he found himself at a genuine loss. He’d figured that Sweetie had spoken of him in some regard, but he would never have guessed she’d go into salacious detail about what they did in private. As he struggled to think of something - anything to say, they languidly spun around and flicked their tails in unison.
Peeking back at him, Diamond lowered her chest to the polished floor. “You know, I bet he could handle both of us at the same time…”
Silver followed suit, unabashedly flagging her tail and showing off her plump, markedly damp marehood. “I know he could - in fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he could show us and Sweetie a good time…”
The mention of a threesome or small orgy struck him like a gong, activating the lecherous portions of his brain and sending blood surging to his loins. He was faithful to a fault and more than happy with Sweetie, yet he’d always been curious about what it would be like to wrangle a small harem - a fantasy most guys only ever dreamt of. While he struggled to beat back his rebelliously raunchy lizard brain, the pair pressed their assault.
“And I heard that it’s somepony’s birthday,” Silver purred, reaching back and pulling at one supple cheek.
Resting fully on her shoulders, Diamond mirrored her friend - spreading her buns apart with both forehooves. “How about our birthday man treats himself to some real cake…”
The sight of them pressing their asses together, their drooling depths winking and calling to him, proved too much to handle. It was bad enough that he was already getting a boner - a boner that would be nearly impossible to hide, so he didn’t need to make the situation exponentially worse by gawking at them. Forcing himself to stand and avert his gaze, no matter how titillating their unwarranted teasing was, he marched down the aisle and left them in his wake.
“Awwwwwww,” Diamond called. “He’s running away! You don’t think he’s too scared ~ do you?”
He didn’t hear Silver reply, if she said anything whatsoever, as he rounded a corner and practically jogged to get the butter. As far as he was concerned, he’d gone from wanting to get home to needing to get home. Be darned if he was going to give either of them any ammunition to bully Sweetie with, possibly exaggerating his reaction or fabricating details outright, so he snatched up his purchase, took the long way around the shop to avoid the lustful fillies, checked out, and departed.
Glancing over his shoulder as he left, ensuring he wasn’t going to be followed, he didn’t relax until the store was out of sight. While he was a bit relieved that Diamond and Silver hadn’t pursued him, he was no less confused as to what in the world they’d been thinking. Up until that morning, they’d only given him a hard time, often remarking on his relationship with Sweetie or how he was an alien, so their decidedly amorous advances had caught him completely off guard. Shaking his head, trying and failing to shake the image of their taut marehoods and succulent rears from his mind, he hurried back to his house and the only mare he cared about.
“Alright,” he huffed, letting himself inside and closing the door behind himself, “I got your…”
The words died in his throat, as he lifted his gaze and looked into his living room. Resting on the couch, roughly facing the entryway, Sweetie furiously masturbated with her eyes closed. A pale green aura surrounded her teats, delicately twisting and pulling at her nipples, while her forehoof stroked her clit. Awestruck and at a loss for words, he stared at the depraved scene.
“H…hey,” she sputtered, cracking an eye to glance over at him, “you w…wanna help me out with this?”
“I thought you were making a cake?” he croaked, unable to look away from her nethers.
Though she didn’t stop rubbing herself, she gave a small shrug. “The - Mmmmph - cake’s in the oven.”
After running into Diamond and Silver mere minutes ago, still confused and more than a little aroused at the pair’s bizarre actions, walking in on his marefriend rubbing one out did nothing to calm his growing erection. As he awkwardly set his keys and butter down, he noticed a bottle of lube resting next to the door. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, Sweetie had hoped he’d find her in the compromising position.
As if to hammer the point home, she loudly moaned. “I know I’m already making dessert, but - Aaaahn - how about you come and make a nice, hot creampie.”
Anon shuddered, feeling his manhood doing its best to tear through his pants. He had planned on fooling around with her that afternoon, possibly after a meal and giving themselves some time to relax, yet his little lover clearly wasn’t willing to wait that long. Reaching over and snatching the lube in one hand, while he unzipped his fly with the other, he sauntered toward her.
“I think I can help with that,” his eyes never leaving her slickened, winking backdoor.
Sinking to his knees before her, he gently brushed her foreleg away and dove face first into her marehood. The piquant, slightly sweet flavor of her arousal washed over his palate, as sank his tongue into her velvety depths. While he was still full from the breakfast of waffles and coffee, he wasn’t opposed to having an impromptu brunch.
Staring down at him, continuing to tweak the sensitive buds of her teats, Sweetie gnawed her lip. The sensation of him ravishing her was as wondrous as ever, yet watching him feast upon her sex elevated the experience several times over. Lowering her hind legs to either side of his head, resting her fetlocks on his shoulders, she bucked into his mouth and smeared his face with her juices.
She couldn’t have been happier with the development, even if he’d walked in less than a minute after she’d set the stage. The cake was being baked, he’d given her just enough time to make a few preparations, and now she was going to get a special filling from her birthday man. As his thick, warm tongue caressed her g-spot, sending a bolt of pleasure coursing through her, her eyes rolled back.
As much fun as she would have had letting him eat her out, this wasn’t about her - this was about him. It was his special day, he deserved all the attention, and she was going to do everything in her power to ensure he was fully satisfied. Fighting through the blissful fog that threatened to overtake her, she clamped her thighs against his cheeks, leaned forward, and patted his crown.
“A…Anon,” she stammered, shuffling back and creating some room between them, “I want you to feel good too.”
Seeing her reach down and cover her sex, leaving her pronounced, inviting backdoor free, he slowly stood and began fiddling with his belt. Fuck it - if she wanted to get stuffed before lunch, he’d gleefully oblige her. Swiftly slipping out of his pants and underwear, kicking his shoes to the side, he slathered his cock in lube and placed his hands on the backrest of the couch.
Though could have teased her a bit, made her beg or given a bit of dirty talk, he was too wound up to dally. Blowing a load from oral was great - fantastic even, yet it left something to be desired. As he kissed the tip of his length to her ass, feeling the silken ring quiver against him, he drove his hips forward and forced himself into her.
Her stifled whimper, paired with the heat around his gradually sheathing dick, compelled him to hilt her in a single, merciless thrust, but he held himself back - if only just. He couldn’t speak for every guy out there, but one of the things he loved most about sex was knowing his partner was enjoying herself. With his eyes glued to her face, willing himself to take his time and let her adjust, he drew to a halt when his balls rested against her pillowy backside.
She clenched around him, covetously squeezing the base of his shaft, as she gazed up and into his eyes. “You know what I’m gonna ask…”
The corners of his lips turned up, having some vague idea of where her intentions lie. “Let me guess ~ you want it hard?”
“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, enthusiastically nodding. “So how about you - Eeep!”
She’d expected him to playfully give her a hard time before screwing her brains out, but what he did was so, so much better than that. Grabbing her ass in one hand and her back in the other, he straightened up and plucked her from the couch as if she weighed nothing at all - all while his dick was buried in her tush. Faster than she could think, she found herself being held to his groin.
“So how about I…?” he let the question hang, bringing her attention back to his face.
“H…how about you - Nnnnf!” She was cut off, as he pulled her upward and slammed her back down his length.
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled. “What was that?”
Her gut screamed at her to keep her mouth shut, that trying to answer him would just result in a harder rutting, which was precisely why locked eyes with him, drew a breath, and grinned. “How about you - Oh buck!”
For the second time that morning, he used her like she was little more than a sex toy. If she hadn’t thoroughly cleaned and pre-lubed herself, having every expectation of getting her rump railed, she may have been in a tricky situation - fortunately for her, that wasn’t the case. As his hands moved under and around her thighs, effectively locking her hind legs to her torso, she was immobilized.
“Like this?” he inquired, thrusting upward to meet her descents. “Did you want it rough?”
“Uh…uh-huh,” she stammered, peering down at the bulge appearing and disappearing in her belly.
She had no doubt about it, there wasn’t another creature in Equestria that could rival her lover’s carnal might. He was big and strong enough to manhandle her with ease, yet tender and caring enough to ensure she loved every rapturous second while the fucked - the perfect blend of traits for a mate to have. Bouncing up and down, wracked with pleasure, she brayed as his fingers played up and down her marehood.
She’d hoped he’d claim her right then and there, having walked in on her playing with herself, and she was not disappointed with his reaction. It may have been his birthday, but she couldn’t help herself for wanting in on the fun - after all, could he really blame her? She’d tempted him plenty of times before, and he’d done so to her on more occasions than she could count, so she considered it fair game.
Grunting with each plunge of his cock, practically feeling her insides being rearranged, she inched closer and closer to release. Compared to masturbating while getting her throat swabbed, getting plowed was unimaginably blissful. Her hooves twitched uncontrollably, her thighs trembled, and her winking snatch leaked onto her stuffed, pounded pucker, while her vision started to tunnel.
“Don’t s…shtop,” she slurred, barely able to speak.
“In that case,” he growled, tightening his grip.
Without any warning whatsoever, he flew into an absolute frenzy. She’d been nearing her limit in record time, but the jarring change of pace undid her in an instant. Howling to the heavens, overcome with ecstasy, she squirted over his hand, the sofa, and the floor beneath him, as the gates of nirvana opened to her.
Her limbs went limp, his heavy breaths sounded muffled, and her vision tunneled, yet she was able to remain conscious. Though she had no way of knowing just how long he ended up standing there screwing her, teetering on the brink of blacking out, things eventually came to a head. His frantic pace and how his shaft pulsed in tune with his wildly beating heart brought her back to the present.
“I…inside!” she demanded, pining to feel his scalding essence filling her.
With one final, unstoppable plunge, burying every inch of his manhood, he came. The sensation of his seed flooding into her, as he grunted and groaned above, was just what she’d wished for - sending her rapture to unfathomable heights, but the moment was over before it began. Hearing a conceited, demeaning laughter nearby, she glanced over and realized they had guests…