> Behind Closed Doors
>  by Neon Czolgosz
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> Foreplay
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A nervous grin graces Pipsqueak’s face as he looks around his living room. Everything is as it should be. The furniture is out of the way, replaced by dozens of soft pillows and blankets across the floor. There are toys, enough lubricants for a galleon’s worth of sailors, and plenty of drinks so that no one will be dropping from dehydration. Blinds are down and curtains are shut. The living room door is shut. The closet door is shut. His parents are gone for the weekend. Nine of his best friends are here. Everything is fine.

It was going to have been a far smaller affair. A simple session of lewd, debauched sex between the former Cutie Mark Crusaders, Spike the dragon, and himself. But, it turned into something far better.

Chowder, Twist and Ruby had been there during the planning, and the latter two were both surprisingly knowledgeable about the correct way to run an orgy. After those two got involved, it was only natural to extend an invitation to Dinky and Featherweight. They were surprised at first, but after a few drinks they had said yes, and showed no signs of backing out since.

That had been a week ago. Now it’s showdown town.

Lubricants, toys and sports drinks float on the sea of blankets on Pipsqueak’s living room floor. Everyone is there, all sitting in a circle.

“So. It’s, uh, yes. The orgy.” Pip’s usual confidence and blase attitude towards sex is on the fritz. The others are patient. They can’t fault him for tripping on his own tongue.

“Wooo orgy!” Scootaloo flutters in the air, pumping her hoof. She gets a few laughs. Pip relaxes visibly.

“Yes, orgy!” He swallows. “Before we get down to business as it were, here are the ground rules: ask permission before touching somepony. Ask before starting a sex act, and don’t start until they’ve said yes. No breath play or non-consent play. If somepony says no, wait, red, or stops you with a hoof, or anything like that, you immediately stop and make sure they’re okay. Any questions?”

The living room door swings open, and two teenage mares strut in: Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

“What are you guys doing here?” asks Scootaloo.

“Uh, we’re here for the gangbang?” Diamond Tiara rolls her eyes, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“How’d you even find out about it?”

“We have eyes and ears everywhere,” says Silver Spoon, cryptically.

“Hayseed told me.”

“Hayseed?” says Scootaloo. Momentary confusion turns to anger. “Apple Bloom, you twerp! The first rule of Orgy Club isn’t ‘tell everypony about Orgy Club!’”

Apple Bloom shrugs, and Pipsqueak nudges the pegasus. “The more the merrier, they’re alright aren’t they? They’re hardly Snips and Snails.”

Sweetie Belle glares at him. “Pip, be nice...” He nods, contrite.

“Fine, fine, you guys are cool,” says Scootaloo, “Come, sit, take a drink.”

“Yo Pip, tell these two the rules?” says Spike.

“Ask before you touch, stop if they say stop, no dangerous play, careful with butt stuff,” rattles off Silver Spoon. She smiles wryly, and walks over to the circle of ponies with Diamond Tiara. “This is not our first rodeo”

“Fair enough.”

A nervous silence settles over the room, almost daunting in its intensity, as if it is a dog who has finally caught her own tail, and is unsure of how exactly to proceed. Ruby Pinch puts her beer down and breaks the silence:

“So are we gonna fuck or what? ‘Cause I’m getting kinda antsy.”

“Good idea, let’s start,” says Pipsqueak. “Dinky, may I kiss you?”

Dinky opens her mouth to answer, but freezes before she makes a sound. She turns and looks at Featherweight, half-curious and half-guilty.

He reads her mind, smiling warmly. “It’s fine, baby,” he says, “It’s what we’re here for, right?”

She darts forward and kisses him, a peck on the lips, then moves towards Pipsqueak. He slips a foreleg around her neck and pulls her close, locking into a deep, sultry snog. Featherweight can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy, enough to make his jaw clench and wings twitch. He snaps out of it when a hoof pokes him in the side. Silver Spoon is next to him, peering at him over her glasses, her face inches away from his.

“Well, aren’t you a cutie?” she whispers, “Can I have a kiss too?”

He swallows. “Yes...”

His breath catches as she presses her lips to his throat, dragging her teeth over the velvety coat of his neck. All thoughts of jealousy melt away, and he plants a soft kiss on her forehead.

“Hey, Spike,” says Twist, trailing a hoof up the soft scales along his belly and chest, “Can I suck your claws?”

“What, uh, sure. What?” He has no more time for questions as Twist takes his left arm and plunges two of his digits into her mouth, swirling her tongue around and between them. It’s a pleasant little sensation, lent an erotic touch by Twist’s lurid moans.

“Ahem.” Sweetie Belle looks at Spike expectantly, her mouth open and tongue out. Haltingly, he moves his right hand towards her mouth. Not once breaking eye contact, she sucks a single claw between her lips, sliding her tongue along the underside. She sucks back down to the tip, then takes a second claw in her mouth. Twist notices, her moans become louder and ministrations sloppier, and she scoots forward to grind against the drake. With a smirk, Sweetie Belle mirrors her, and they start competing against each other in an odd little finger-sucking game.

They quickly move on, and push Spike onto his back. He snorts a little smoke as two sets of hooves caress his sheath while two pairs of lips kiss up and down his neck and belly. Twist and Sweetie Belle are both looking up at him, eyes lidded. He runs his claws through their manes, feeling Sweetie’s soft, luscious curls in one hand and Twist’s frizzy orange cascade in the other. His claws dig into their scalps ever so gently, eking out tiny moans from them as he massages their heads.

He looks around. Chowder, Apple Bloom, Diamond Tiara and Ruby Pinch wasted no time whatsoever, and are face-to-groin in a four-way daisy chain. Silver Spoon is on top of Featherweight, grinding into him. Pipsqueak and Dinky are already fucking.

Spike lets out a beleagured laugh. “This is gonna be one hay of a night...”
> Lovers
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Silver Spoon steps over Featherweight’s supine form, moving her hips over his. She lines up his cock to her pink cleft, and drops her hips, enveloping his shaft inside her. His eyes roll back as Silver Spoon’s warm, welcoming pussy squeezes and massages his shaft. She sinks down agonizingly slowly, a half inch at a time, loving every little breath and gasp from the pegasus underneath her. When she reaches his hips and his cock is completely inside her, she sighs, utterly relaxed.

She brings her hooves up and undoes the tight bun of her mane. Sleek, grey hair falls across her face and shoulders. She leans down until her face is a foot from Featherweight’s and strands of her mane tickle his face. He can smell passionfruit, with a tiny hint of sweat.

“Featherweight,” she whispers, “Turn your head left and look.”

To the left, Dinky Doo is lying face down on a blanket. She squeaks out gasps of pleasure and fast, broken moans as Pipsqueak fucks her from above. He fucks hard and fast, his hips slapping into Dinky’s perky rump. His face is a mask of lust and concentration as he fucks, biting and sucking hard on her shoulders. He thrusts with such force that her hips bounce an inch off the blanket with each stroke. Dinky’s face is scrunched up and bright red, horn glowing, lip white from biting it. She tries to say something but it just comes out as a low, long groan.

“Your best friend is fucking your marefriend, Featherweight,” says Silver Spoon, “do you fuck her like that?”

Featherweight swallows and shakes his head, still watching.

“Does she moan like that when you fuck her, Featherweight?”

“No...” he admits. He looks away, ashamed. Silver Spoon pushes a hoof to his cheek and makes him look left again.

“Don’t look away,” says Silver Spoon, “watch your sweet little marefriend get the fucking of her life from your best friend. Watch them screw like dogs, while I do this...”

Silver Spoon puts her hooves on Featherweight’s chest and raises her hips, slowly lifting off his cock. She clenches around his shaft with incredible power. It feels like his cock is being sucked inside her as she pulls off him. She raises her hind legs until only the tip of his cock is inside her, her walls massaging it frantically, the tightest part of her love holding him in a hot vice.

Then Silver Spoon drops her hips straight down, burying Featherweight’s entire length in one swift stroke.

“Oh!” cries Featherweight. Silver Spoon smirks, leans down and softly kisses his cheek.

“Mhmm, you can’t make Dinky feel like that—” she looks at Pipsqueak and Dinky, rutting frantically, Pip lapping and slobbering at her horn while Dinky screams out a trail of gibberish “—but Dinky can’t make you feel like this!”

Hips lift, squeeze, she kisses Featherweight’s neck and bites, then drops back down, grinding against him, belly flush against belly, sucking at his neck. She lifts, squeezes and drops again, and again, every movement perfectly controlled and painfully erotic, each stroke deliciously hot and blissfully tight. He moans and squirms underneath her, not taking his eyes off Dinky and Pipsqueak.

Silver Spoon puts her mouth to his ear, her soft breath tickling the tiny little hairs on the inside. “You were a virgin before Dinky. You both were.” It’s no question, a mere statement. “So inexperienced, so cute... But don’t worry,” she whispers, her measured movements speeding up as Featherweight moans and fidgets beneath her, “we’ll teach you. We’ll teach you how to fuck each other oh-so good.”

“Yesss...” Featherweight’s wings shift out underneath him and his forehooves scramble across the blanket below, as if unsure what to do with them. He’s torn between Silver Spoon on top of him and the lovers to his left. Pip is chomping the back of Dinky’s cornsilk mane, yanking it back and growling into it. Dinky’s eyes are rolled back, and she seems to be in the middle of one long, continuous orgasm.

“You can touch me, Featherweight,” says Silver Spoon, softly kissing the right of his face and neck, “put your hooves on my flanks, run them through my mane. Feel me while I fuck your hot, hard dick, Featherweight.”

Featherweight slaps two hooves to her butt as she sinks her slick, heated pussy onto his shaft. He gropes her taut, toned backside, feeling the muscles underneath shift and ripple as she works up and down his cock. She fucks faster now, her haunches slapping as they hit his hips, and he can’t control the tiny gasps and moans that come from his mouth as this brazen hussy screws him better than his marefriend ever has. His back arches as she bites down on his neck in the exact same spot as before, now even more sensitive.

“Silver... I don’t — I’m gonna...” He bites his lip from the shame and the pleasure, knowing he won’t last long. He has some stamina, but Silver Spoon is going to make him climax embarrassingly soon.

“Shhh, don’t worry, just watch them,” she says, slowing down just enough to keep him on edge. They both look to the left as Silver Spoon slowly screws him. Pipsqueak thrusts erratically, sweat dripping from his mane, his face buried in Dinky’s shoulders. Dinky has a grin of utter bliss on her face and a hoof reaching up over Pipsqueak’s neck. She’s cooing and gasping, her mind rent apart from pleasure.

Pipsqueak grunts and hisses, then comes inside Dinky with a sharp yell. He thrusts a few times into her, spilling hot, sticky spunk inside her with every stroke. When he finishes, he lays on top of her, softly kissing her neck and mane. She only she sighs and smiles.

“Did you see that, Featherweight?” asks Silver Spoon, speeding up again, grinding down on Featherweight’s achingly-hard cock, “Pipsqueak just came inside Dinky. Planted his seed inside her.. Claimed her. Just like I’m going to claim you...”

Featherweight is close, so close, she’s biting his neck in the same spot, squeezing him so good—

“But not yet.”

Silver Spoon presses her lips to Featherweight’s, and dismounts. Cold air bites at his cock, and after a few seconds he’s worlds away from an orgasm once again. Featherweight’s mouth opens and shuts, a pained expression on his face. His hips thrust up at nothing. When he looks downwards he stops, ashamed and blushing.

Silver Spoon brushes her mane from her face and smiles sweetly at Featherweight. “Now, come along and let’s see Pipsqueak and your marefriend.”

They walk over to Pip and Dinky, both sitting on their haunches, breathing hard from pleasure and exertion.

“A kiss, Pipsqueak?” asks Silver Spoon. Pipsqueak nods, mane in his eyes, still catching his breath. Silver Spoon places a hoof on Pipsqueak’s shoulder, then moves in for a kiss. It’s fast and light, a flash of tongue between them.

She pulls away and turns to Dinky. “Kiss?”

“Yeah.”

Dinky and Silver Spoon share a slower kiss, sloppy and open mouthed, with no tongue. Again, Silver Spoon breaks the kiss. She looks at Featherweight expectantly.

Featherweight turns to Dinky Doo. “Hey babe — uh, do you wanna kiss?”

Dinky nods and Featherweight moves towards her, but Silver Spoon stops him with a hoof.

“Featherweight!” she chides, “Don’t be rude. You haven’t thanked Pipsqueak yet.”

“W-what?”

Silver Spoon puts a hoof on Featherweight’s foreleg and looks into his eyes. “You haven’t thanked Pipsqueak for fucking your marefriend until she came harder than you’ve ever made her come. That’s rude. You’re not going to be rude, are you?”

Featherweight pauses a moment before turning to Pipsqueak, who is leaning back on his forehooves, tired and mildly amused. “Um... thanks,” he says, not looking his friend in the eye.

Silver Spoon nudges him. “‘Thank you’ for what, Featherweight?”

Featherweight hesitates, a hard expression passing over his face. A second nudge. He scowls at Silver Spoon, but she remains impassive. “Thank you for having sex with Dinky, Pip.” Bitterness creeps into his voice.

“No, Featherweight, he didn’t ‘have sex with’ her, he fucked her like a real stallion until she came her little heart out. Thank him properly.”

Featherweight scowls and snaps, “Look, I really don’t - ahhh!” He squeals as Silver Spoon clamps her teeth around his ear and slides her tongue over the sensitive tip. He surrenders, melting against her.

She whispers into his ear, rushed and husky, “I am going to fuck you, Featherweight; every mare in this room is going to fuck you, and by the end of the night you will know carnal pleasures that you wouldn’t have imagined, let alone thought possible. We will fuck you, fuck Dinky, until every inch of both of your bodies is wonderful, fucked-out bliss. We will watch you make love to Dinky. We will teach you to fuck Dinky, to fuck her so good that everything you’ve felt so far will look like the fumblings of a drunken mule. And because you want each other so badly, you’ll learn to fuck each other better than anypony else possibly could. Do you want that, Featherweight?”

“Y-yeah...”

Silver Spoon plants a soft kiss on his ear, strokes his mane with a hoof and kisses him on the cheek. “All you have to do is work with me,” she says, voice like warm honey, “You can stop anything at any time you want, but if you want to learn, let me guide you. Can you do that?” He nods softly, his eyes shut. “You know what to do.”

Featherweight pulls away from her, and turns to Pipsqueak. “Pip, thank you for fucking my marefriend Dinky better than I ever have, and making her come the hardest she’s ever come in her life.”

Pipsqueak clears his throat. “No worries, mate.”

“Very good, Featherweight,” says Silver Spoon, nuzzling his neck. “Now, look down at Pipsqueak’s cock.” She points at his half-hard member, a little shorter and a little thicker than Featherweight’s, slick with love fluids. “He got his cock all dirty from fucking your marefriend. From doing you a favor. I think you should clean it.”

“Right, okay,” says Featherweight, “So I should get a—”

Silver Spoon looks at him flatly. “With your tongue.”

“He’s a stallion!” he blurts out.

“That much is obvious.”

Featherweight pauses. He’s heterosexual, but that’s not the problem. It’s — shameful. Utterly humiliating. Silver Spoon is asking him to suck a cock. In front of his marefriend. Not just to suck it, but to clean it, of thick cum and his marefriend’s love juices. He feels bitter rage at being in this position, humiliation at his own inadequacy, and burning shame as his cock throbs at the thought of it.

Silver Spoon stares over her glasses at him. “Featherweight, if you don’t want our training...”

“No!” he blurts, “I mean, wait, okay. Yeah. I’ll do it.” He glances at Dinky, still barely conscious from her climax, “I will do it.” He moves and lowers his head towards Pipsqueak’s lap. Silver Spoon stops him again.

“Ask permission first, Featherweight.”

Featherweight looks up at his friend’s face. “Can I clean your dick, Pip?” he asks, a quaver in his voice. “W-with my tongue?” he adds. Pipsqueak nods.

Featherweight flits his tongue out, and takes a tiny lick at the base of Pipsqueak’s length. He tastes the familiar, musky taste of Dinky’s love juices, and the bitter, bleachy taste of Pipsqueak’s cum. ’This isn’t so bad. I can do this,’ he thinks. He licks a second time, trailing his tongue from the base to the tip, sampling the sweat, semen and juices on the dick. Pipsqueak lets out a short breath from the attentions, and grins at Silver Spoon. She smiles back, her face flushed, squirming her legs together at the sight of the humiliated teenaged colt servicing his best friend.

Featherweight keeps licking, until there’s a puddle of cum and fluids on his tongue. He brings it into his mouth and swallows, feeling his own cock twitch underneath him as he does. Pipsqueak rests a hoof on Featherweight’s head, encouraging him. Featherweight starts licking again, short, fast licks, pausing to swallow the odd mouthful. He sucks along the side and feels Pipsqueak’s cock harden under his ministrations. Soon, Pipsqueak’s length is completely clean. Featherweight looks to Silver Spoon for approval. She smiles warmly at him.

“Good job, Featherweight,” she says, “Now one more thing. Pipsqueak, may I touch your fat cock?”

“Go nuts, Silvy.”

Silver Spoon places both hooves at the base of Pipsqueak’s erect cock and squeezes hard. She slowly pulls them up Pipsqueak’s shaft, keeping the pressure on right up to the tip. A large glob of pearly cum gathers at the tip of his cock.

“This is for you, Featherweight,” says Silver Spoon, “Suck it off.”

He does as he’s told. He lowers his head and wraps his lips around the tip of Pipsqueak’s member, then drags his tongue over the flat top. Pipsqueak gasps from the tongue on the most sensitive part of his length.

“Excellent.” Silver Spoon squeezes her thighs together harder, light-headed at such control over Featherweight. “Now, show your mouthful — not to me, to Pipsqueak.”

Featherweight stares up at his best friend, his bowl-cut mane parting cutely, and opens his mouth to display the cum.

“Now swallow it,” she says. He closes his mouth and drinks it down. Silver Spoon kisses his neck several times and whispers praise in his ear.

Featherweight looks back up as Pipsqueak places a hoof to his cheek. “A kiss, Feathers?”

Featherweight nods, and presses his lips to Pipsqueak’s, sharing a reserved, affectionate kiss between each other. Before Featherweight can move away, Pipsqueak puts his muzzle to his friend’s ear.

“Don’t know if you heard it, but Dinky was whispering your name the whole time,” says Pipsqueak. “Nice job there, mate.”

“Yo Pipsqueak!” comes a voice from across the room. “You got any dragon in you?”

Pipsqueak turns his head to see Spike waving for him. “Ah, must be off,” says Pipsqueak, “Apparently there’s a draconic dick with my name written all over it. You three have fun!” He dots a kiss on Silver Spoon’s cheek and trots away.

Silver Spoon looks at the two ponies close to her, Featherweight sitting up with a crimson blush on his cheeks and a straining erection between his legs, and Dinky Doo, splayed out on her back, still catching her breath from the fucking. Silver Spoon places her hoof underneath Featherweight’s chin, and trails it up to his muzzle. She peers at him over her glasses.

“Are you ready to continue your lesson, Featherweight?”

His thighs squirm and his cock twitches. “Sure,” he says breathlessly. Silver Spoon darts forward and kisses him, sneaking her tongue between his lips, tasting the hint of cum and love fluids still in his mouth.

“Let’s go see your marefriend.”

Silver Spoon trots over to Dinky and lowers her muzzle to the unicorn’s ear. She whispers something to Dinky, too quiet for Featherweight to hear. Dinky bites her lip, nodding at whatever it was Silver Spoon just said to her. Silver Spoon trails a long lick up Dinky’s horn, making her melt into the blankets. She moves down Dinky’s body and spreads the unicorn’s legs wide open, then looks at Featherweight.

“Look at her sloppy cunt, Featherweight,” says Silver Spoon.

Featherweight can’t look away. Dinky’s sex, usually a neat, pink slit, is gaping at the bottom and drooling out thick, white cum. Her haunches are matted with the stuff, clinging to the fur in ropey strands, soaking into her buttocks, dripping down onto her anus and tail. One strand of cum stretches from her right thigh to her left thigh, sitting across her pussy like a ribbon at an opening ceremony.

Featherweight swallows hard as her pussy winks, and a fresh glop of semen pours out. He doesn’t notice Silver Spoon sneaking behind him, and almost flies straight up as she wraps her forelegs around him. She kisses his ear, nuzzles his mane, and nips at the skin where the mane meets the coat.

“Pip and Dinky made a delicious creampie for you,” she says, slick and sultry, grinding against his flank. “Now be a good colt and eat it all up...”

Silver Spoon slips off of the pegasus, then goes back to Dinky, holding the unicorn’s legs wide apart. Featherweight cautiously moves towards his marefriend, lowering his head to her treasure.

“Clean the sides first and work your way in,” orders Silver Spoon.

Featherweight dips his muzzle to Dinky’s left thigh, a splotch of warm fluid tickling his nose. He licks at the slickened coat, drawing sperm and juices into his mouth, swallowing with every lick.

“Mmhm, baby, that feels so good...” coos Dinky, lifting her hips unconsciously.

Spurred on, Featherweight licks faster, nipping at the short hairs on her thighs and sucking them, drawing every drop off and into his mouth. He feels a hoof on his ear, scratching it, petting him like a dog. He looks up and sees Silver Spoon smiling at him condescendingly. He doesn’t protest; instead he rubs his ear against the hoof, encouraging her, panting softly as he cleans the last of the cum from Dinky’s left leg. He switches to the right, slurping up the thick patches of Pipsqueak’s semen. This time, he doesn’t swallow instantly. He lets the bitter, salty taste of cum and sweat linger in his mouth. Silver Spoon hasn’t told him to, but somehow he knows she’d prefer it that way. Between the taste, the petting and cleaning another stallion’s seed off his marefriend, being humiliated and shamed, used as a cumrag...

His cock twitches underneath him, begging for relief. He can feel his cock drooling precum, warm and sticky between his belly and the blanket beneath him.

“Featherweight,” says Silver Spoon, her tone crisp and clear, “when you eat her out, swallow what you must, but keep as much in your mouth as you can. When you’ve got a nice, fat mouthful of sticky cum, you’re going to kiss me. Understood?”

Featherweight lets out a moan of assent, then digs into Dinky’s slit. Dinky moans and bucks her hips at the feel of a soft tongue against her love, encouraging Featherweight as he suckles her clit and takes long, deep laps from the base to the top. He doesn’t lick up the come as much as it pours straight into his mouth, so fast he nearly inhales it and has to swallow. He can taste Dinky under all the cum, the honeyish musk he fell in love with the first drop he tasted of it.

He digs deep, his tongue snaking inside her, jizz flowing out into his mouth and over his muzzle. He seals his lips and looks up at Silver Spoon, his eyes wide and innocent, cheeks bulging, a tiny trail of sperm leaking from the corner of his mouth. Silver Spoon pulls him close and kisses him, hot and fierce. She pushes her tongue into his mouth, forcing a jet of cum, spit and love fluids to flow into hers. His eyes open wide in surprise, and he squeaks into her mouth as she runs her hooves behind his back and ruffles his secondaries. Silver Spoon starts to suck, greedily slurping the cum from his mouth into hers.

Silver Spoon breaks the kiss, leaving with her stolen mouthful, and beckons Dinky to sit up. The unicorn clambers to her haunches, and Silver Spoon wraps a foreleg around her shoulders. Silver Spoon glances out the corner of her eye to check that Featherweight is watching, then kisses Dinky. It’s a sloppy kiss, loose in both senses of the word. Trails of sperm and spit spill from their mouths, dripping down their muzzles and necks onto their chests. Dinky Doo slides one hoof up to Silver Spoon’s neck and one between her legs. Silver Spoon welcomes the hoof, squeezing her thighs around it, letting Dinky feel her heat and arousal as she kisses her.

Silver Spoon pulls away then licks the stray semen from Dinky’s mouth and muzzle. She licks downwards, kissing and nipping at Dinky’s cum-streaked neck as the unicorn sighs softly. They share more kisses, small and intimate, before Silver Spoon nips Dinky’s ear and lays her back down on the blanket. She pulls one of Dinky’s legs to the side and shuffles down between them, her ear resting against Dinky’s left knee. Turning her head to look at Featherweight, she says, “It’s time for your first lesson. Come and learn to please your mare with your tongue.”

Featherweight moves down between Dinky’s haunches, awkwardly sharing the cramped space with Silver Spoon. Silver Spoon puts a forehoof over his back, caressing the sensitive flight muscles between his wings. He shudders, and Dinky’s haunches twitch as his warm breath hits her nethers.

“Kiss it first,” whispers Silver Spoon, “kiss it softly. Show her how much you love it.”

Featherweight moves his face forward and presses his lips to her slit. He hears Dinky coo and feels a shiver run through her leg. Spurred on, he kisses twice more, mouth open, a tiny hint of her honeyish taste dancing on his tongue. He lets out a broken moan as Silver Spoon kneads her hoof hard into his upper back.

Silver Spoon purrs, grinning blissfully. She has two fresh-faced neophytes to instruct in the carnal arts, and all night long to do it...
> Good Clean Fun
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Pipsqueak watches Silver Spoon and her students with some amusement, as he bobs his muzzle up and down Spike's cock. Spike runs his claws through Pip's mane, making him shiver with pleasure. He tears his eyes away from the teacher-student-trio and looks up at Spike. The dragon isn't looking at him; he's focused on Twist, sandwiched between him and Scootaloo. He's kissing the curly-maned mare softly, wary of his own teeth, as Scootaloo nips at her neck and circles a hoof over her nethers.

Pipsqueak closes his eyes, concentrating on the blowjob. Spike's cock is pink, shorter than a pony's, with a tapered end. Scootaloo must have been grinding on him earlier; Pip can taste her juices on Spike's shaft. It tastes of flesh and salt, though it feels incredibly hot, like pressing his tongue to a cup of fresh coffee. Draconic musk fills his nostrils, a smoky, masculine scent with a hint of cordite.

He twists his mouth from side to side, jaws loose and throat relaxed as he takes the cock deep into his mouth. An errant hip-twitch makes him gag and forces him back up, but he soon pushes back down, determined to take Spike even slightly into his throat. Spike rewards his efforts by moaning into Twist's mouth and grabbing Pipsqueak's mane hard, the pain sending a jolt of lust through the pony's body.

Pipsqueak takes the cock as deep in his mouth as he can, then pulls upwards slowly, sucking in hard, his tongue working madly across the shaft. His mouth pulls off Spike's dick with a wet *pop*. Spike looks down at him from the corner of his eye.

"Have I earned a dragon ride yet, Spike?" asks Pipsqueak, a thin trail of saliva connecting him to Spike's member.

Spike breaks his kiss with Twist, who turns to make out with Scootaloo. He pulls away the pillow propping up his neck, and clumsily searches the blankets and toys around him until he finds what he's looking for. A small bottle of grapeseed oil. He pops the top and drizzles a thick coat over his shaft, massaging it in with his claw. He lies back and beckons Pipsqueak to approach.

Pipsqueak turns and swings a leg over the dragon, sitting down on his lap, facing away. Spike's cock is flush against his own navel, sandwiched between Pipsqueak's fillyish buttocks. Pipsqueak tenses his flanks, squeezing his butt around Spike's cock, sliding up and down the shaft and coating it with lube. His short-cropped tail flags from side to side, tickling the soft scales on Spike's belly.

Spike grabs Pipsqueak's flanks and squeezes hard, almost breaking the skin, enough to make Pip bite his lip and hiss from pain. Pip doesn't care. His cheeks burn with heat, and his own cock is twitchingly hard and bobbing between his haunches. He lifts his hips, a twinge of lust coursing through him as he hears Spike's thick cock slap back down on his body, and looks over his shoulder at Spike.

Spike lines up the tip of his cock with Pip's ass, and gives him a nod.  Slowly, haltingly, Pipsqueak drops his hips and lets the fiery-hot cock penetrate him. He pauses and fidgets as he lowers himself, gasping from the little stabs of pain that come the initial entrance. Spike softly strokes Pip's flank and gives his cutie-mark a squeeze but lets him take his time.

Pipsqueak relaxes with a slow, measured sigh as his butt presses against Spike's hips. Spike's cock is sheathed to the hilt inside his ass. The heat is incredible, warming his entire core. He can feel every twitch and throb of the draconic dick inside him, hot and hard against his prostate. It stretches his anus almost painfully, a wonderfully slick burning where Spike claimed him. Sharp claws dig into his cocktail shaker cutie-mark, and he lets out a blubbering, feminine wail. He turns ever so slightly so Spike can see him blushing hard and biting his lip.

"That," blurts Pipsqueak. He clears his throat, swallows, and continues, "That feels really - bloody good." Another pause. "You can fuck me now, Spike," he says, his normal tenor returning, "If you fancy."

Spike wraps powerful claws around Pipsqueak's hips, pulling him down as he thrusts up. His cock goes a half-inch deeper into Pipsqueak and a shudder runs through both of them. Pipsqueak rocks forward, lifting his hips, squeezing Spike's shaft tight as he slides up it. When only the tip is inside him he drops down again, still slowly but now smoothly, welcoming Spike inside him.

The moment his butt touches Spike's hips he pushes up again, slickly moving along Spike's cock. He starts to fuck him with slow, steady strokes, his anal ring clenching tightly around Spike's cock. Spike wraps a claw around Pip's tail and tugs it gently, getting a depraved whine from his lover.

Pipsqueak leans back, propping his front legs behind him on Spike's stomach, pushing his pinto chest out. Spike's cock is completely inside him and grinding against his prostate, sending a decadent throb through his own shaft.  

"Spike, could you, mmff-" Pipsqueak clenches his flanks unconsciously, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from Spike, "-could you grab my forelegs? Leverage is a bit, unf, tricky from here."

Spike wraps his hands around Pip's upper front-legs. "That cool?"

Pipsqueak turns his head to smile at Spike, blushing hotly. "'S the ticket..."

With some strain Pipsqueak pushes up with his hindlegs and starts to screw himself on Spike's cock again. His movements are shorter and faster than before, trying to line the tip up with his prostate on every single stroke. He hears Spike snickering and feels him fidget underneath him. Glancing back, Pip realises his tail is twitching uncontrollably, swishing back and forth over Spike's stomach, tickling the dragon. Pip's own cock throbs again from the humiliation. He can't control his own tail, like a mindless animal in rutting season.

The heat of Spike's length inside him is soon matched by the powerful burning in his thighs as he pushes himself up and down onto the dragon. Pip slows down and then comes to rest with his ass flush against the base of Spike's cock. He flicks his head to get his sweaty mane out of his eyes, breathing hard.

Spike gives his flank a squeeze. "You okay there? You want me to take over?"

"Mmnh, that'd be lovely..."

Spike rolls his hips downward pulling out ever so slightly, then thrusts straight back up, hard enough to make Pip bounce on his lap. Pipsqueak squeals and lets out the most fillyish, sultry moan he can muster. He is cut off as a pair of orange lips press against his own. Scootaloo breaks the kiss and pulls away, smirking at her boyfriend.

"You're as bad as Sweets, you know that?" She glances over at Sweetie Belle, who is belting out a high-pitched flurry of profanity as Chowder and a strap-on clad Ruby Pinch double-penetrate her.

"Oh please, have you *hnahh* heard yourself in bed?"

She looks thoughtful for a moment. "Nah, I ain't. You know what? We should totally get Featherweight to record that shit."

Pip spares a glance at Featherweight. He's on his back, with Silver Spoon sat on his face. Silver Spoon is laid across his body, holding his cock in her hooves. She's whispering instructions to Dinky as the unicorn gently sucks Featherweight's cock.

"He looks kinda busy; I'd ask later," grunts Spike.

"Are you hungry, Spike?" asks Twist. The sultry edge to her nasal, dorky voice puts a huge grin on Spike's face.

"Hey, I could eat."

Twist straddles Spike's muzzle, her frizzly tail tickling his forehead. All the drake can see are a pair of pert, boyish buttocks. He dives in and starts lapping at Twist's syrupy slit, eliciting squeaky moans from the cream colored mare. She falls forward slightly and nuzzles the back of Pip's neck, kissing him and muffling her moans with his coat.

Pip loses balance, his forelegs slipping off Spike's belly. Twist wraps her forelegs around him from behind and leans forward, supporting each other in a deviant equilateral triangle above Spike. Scootaloo eyes Pipsqueak's strainingly-hard cock, which juts out towards her, bobbing comically.

"Want some help with that, loverboy?" asks Scootaloo.

Pipsqueak bites his lip and nods. "Please," he pants.

Scootaloo fetches a can of preening foam. She brings her wings in front of her and squirts the foam onto her extended primaries. The foam quickly seeps into her feathers as she rubs her two wingtips together, giving them an oily sheen. A scent of soap and coconut hits her nostrils. She pushes her left wing out, touching Pip's cheekbone with her furthest feather. She trails the feather down his jawline, all the way to his chin, then flicks it up and teases it over his lips. He kisses the orange feather ever so gently.

"You like my wings, don'tcha babe?"

Pip moans as Spike circles his hips, making the dragon's cock feel massive inside him. "Your wings are, *hhn*, they're fucking gorgeous..."

"You'd like it if I rubbed my wings all over your cock, wouldn't ya?"

"Oh fucking yesss!"

"You wanna come all over my face and neck from a wingjob while Spike wrecks your ass with that fat dragon dick, huh?"

"Mmff!" Pip cannot reply, as Twist has turn his head and pulled him into a deep, sloppy kiss.

Scootaloo clasps the primaries of both wings around Pipsqueak's cock, the feathers perfectly molding around his shaft. She can feel the warmth of his prick as it spreads through the preening oil and into the skin of her wings. With practiced effort, she moves her wings up and down, sliding her silky, impossibly soft wings along his cock. Pipsqueak moans even louder into his kiss with Twist.

The four settle into a comfortable, decadent rhythm. Pipsqueak grinds his soft butt into Spike's hips as the drake thrusts up into him, Twist stifles her moans by nipping at Pip's shoulders, neck and ears, Pip turns and cranes to nip her back on the cheeks or chomp at her delicious, frizzy mane, and Scootaloo continues to stroke her coltfriend's cock with her wings, almost laughing at the wonderful scene playing out in front of her. She alternates her wingstrokes, sliding one down the shaft to caress Pip's balls as the other runs up the length to tease the very tip.

A tiny bead of precum pools on the head of Pip's cock. Scootaloo dabs it off with a feather and brings that feather to Pipsqueak's lips. He gladly receives the gift, sucking the feather clean before clamping his teeth over it and giving a little tug, just to feel the shudder run through Scootaloo's body. Scootaloo's pupils dilate and eyes go half lidded, and as she brings her wing back down to Pip's cock, she trails an orange hoof down between her haunches. Pipsqueak grins at the sight before turning to kiss Twist again, sharing the hint of salt on his lips with her.

Pipsqueak is insensible from lust, barely able to to speak. His entire coat is damp. Sweat drips from his mane and runs down his face and neck. His mind is a cocktail of pain and pleasure; the downy-soft wings running along his shaft matched by the burning and stretching in his ass. The heat and girth of Spike's cock is like a mouthful of perfectly spicy food: not delicious despite the pain, but more delicious because of it. At the top Twist ravishes him with nips and nuzzles. She bites his ear and blows on it. She suckles on his neck, gently raking her teeth through the coat. And when Spike licks her just so she chomps down on Pipsqueak's shoulder, hard enough to bruise, almost enough to draw blood.

Twist leans forward and rests her chin on Pip's shoulder, a blissful expression on her face from Spike's oral ministrations. "You know, Pipsqueak's pretty quiet when he's doing it," she says to Scootaloo, "I figured he'd be saying a bunch of dirty Trottingham stuff."

Scootaloo perks up. "Oh, you wanna see that?" she asks, never stopping her expert wingjob, "yeah, you gotta start him off first. Check this out."

She lunges forward and kisses Pipsqueak, hungry and forceful. "Pip," she says, "Tell me what Spike is doing to you."

"He's — he's fucking me."

"He's not fucking you, babe, I fuck you. Tell me what Spike is doing."

Pipsqueak's mind is a candyfloss haze, but he grins dopishly when he realises what Scoots wants from him. "He's buggering my arse," he blurts out. "He's using me like a fucking rentboy."

"Tell me what his big dick feels like inside you," says Scootaloo, a dark gleam in her eyes. She moves her wings up and down faster, squeezing the soft feathers as hard as she dares around his shaft, feeling every little bump and vein and pulse through her feather muscles.

"Spike, your dick feels so fucking good," moans Pip. He feels Spike's thrusts become jerkier and harder, pushing him closer to the edge, and can feel Twist's breathing quicken too. "It's so hot and so thick and I want him to fill me with spunk," Pip pushes up with his hindlegs to giving Spike more room to thrust, then continues his filth, "Fuck me, Spike, shag me 'til I can't see straight, use me as your shirt-lifter slag while you eat out Twist's cunt!"

Twist is the first to climax, shutting Pipsqueak up with a needy kiss, clamping her thighs around Spike's head as she humps his draconic muzzle and rides out her orgasm. Spike grabs Pipsqueak's flanks and finishes with a muffled yell, spilling his seed into Pipsqueak’s guts. It feels hot inside Pip, so hot, painfully hot like the first mouthful of coffee in the morning but oh so good all the same. Pipsqueak clenches tight around Spike, and not a single drop of cum escapes.

Pip comes next after a powerful wingstroke from Scootaloo. Five jets of jizz spray out one after the other, the first two leaving white streaks over Scootaloo’s chest and neck, then draping thick ropes of sperm over her muzzle, cheeks and mane. She’s barely aware of it, too busy concentrating on the hoof between her legs. With a low, broken moan she climaxes and falls forward, resting her head on Pipsqueak’s belly.

The quartet fall to the side, flopping down together in a panting, blissed-out heap.
> Use Your Words
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Ruby Pinch straddles Chowder, taking a moment to admire him. Once a husky foal, Chowder has grown into powerfully-built stallion, easily the size of Macintosh Apple. But where Macintosh is chiselled, Chowder has a layer of fat over strong thews. His layer of chub is not ugly or even ungainly, instead it gives him a softer, rounder look, as if he is a giant teddy-bear. Ruby trails a hoof down his chest, feeling soft flesh under a soft, grey coat. She presses harder, groping at him with her fetlock, feeling muscles ripple under his coat like hidden undercurrents. Laying down on top of him, she nuzzles into his neck and wraps her front legs around him.

Chowder is eminently snuggleable.

Ruby rubs her muzzle against his jaw, planting little kisses along the underside of his chin as she does. He smells faintly of basil and fresh garlic, still present from his job even after a long shower. She feels him wrap his forehooves around her, and she lets out a little moan. That touch alone makes her feel wonderfully secure and comfortable. Loved, even.

She feels the tip of his shaft, delightfully hot, trapped between their navels. Chowder's cock is perfectly proportionate to the rest of him, and Ruby unconsciously rubs her haunches together at the mere thought of it slipping inside her. She pushes her lips to Chowder's, her kiss desperate, indulgent and utterly graceless. She pulls away, giggling.

"Chowder, I want it," she whispers, a tipsy rhythm to her words. Not drunk, no, certainly not drunk. You'd never turn up to an orgy drunk, that would be downright rude. Still, a cocktail or two is fine. More than fine, in fact. "I want the D, Chowder..."

Chowder grins, glancing downward. "Yeah?"

"Oh yeah." She gasps as Chowder lines up the thick head of his cock with her pussy. "Gimme the D," she says, then kisses him again, more restrained but no less delicious.

She grunts as he pushes into her. It doesn't go in straight away. She's wet, sopping wet, but her tightness is matched only by Chowder's girth.

"Yes, yesssss..." She trails off as Chowder's tip parts her lower lips. The sensation of being filled, of that initial penetration, is almost indescribably good. It's the first mouthful of a perfect meal at the end of a cold, hungry day. She moans, then trails off into a broken, blissful sigh as Chowder slides the rest of his shaft inside her. He comes to rest a half-inch from her cervix, ever the gentlecolt.

Chowder pulls out and then slides back inside, getting into a slow, easy fuck. He takes complete control, rocking Ruby on top of him. She can barely think from the fucking. He's so thick and so wide and with every stroke she's stretched and pushed open, more than full, as if on the verge of being split by his fat prick. At the same time, he's perfectly restrained, pushing in until she reaches the exact mix of pleasure and discomfort and not a quarter-inch more.

She has her first orgasm in less than a minute. Her horn glows and her body shudders with lust, she digs her hooves into Chowder's body and sucks his neck, she pushes herself down deeper, enduring the discomfort of his tip bumping her cervix so that it might bring him a little more pleasure, she shivers with delight as her climax crashes over her in waves and as it subsides and leaves her a limp ball of fuzzy feelings she moves her muzzle to his ear and whispers but two words:

"Don't stop."

Diamond Tiara blinks, and closes her mouth. "Well, unf," she says, staring at Chowder and Ruby with no small amount of lust. She looks down at the white unicorn by her hind hooves. "I didn't say you could stop licking."

"Yeth, Mith Tiara," mumbles Sweetie Belle, dragging her tongue up Diamond Tiara's left hoof. She whimpers as Apple Bloom runs a hoof along her inner thigh, teasing the damp, white fur around her slit.

"Ah think she's ready," says Apple Bloom to Diamond Tiara. "You ready, Sweetie?"

Sweetie Belle flushes hotly and nods, pulling away from the pink hoof and sitting on her haunches.

"Okay, so Hayseed and myself are going to dom you, but there's some stuff we need to go over first," says Diamond Tiara, "First, we're not doing any non-cons play, no silly safewords like 'pineapple blues' or some shit. You say 'no,' 'stop,' 'wait,' 'red,' anything like that, we stop straight away. You say 'slow down' or 'yellow' and we'll ease off and check in with you. You with me? Good. Now, we need to know what does it for you, and what me and Hayseed can do with you."

Sweetie shrugs. "Uh, anything I guess?"

Diamond Tiara shakes her head. Apple Bloom nudges Sweetie. "Sorry, Sweetie, it don't work like that," says Bloom, "There's gonna be some things you don't like, and we ain't about to freak you out by springing them on you outta nowhere. 'Sides, keep in mind that Di's idea of 'anything I guess' could be a mite bit more colorful than yours."

Diamond Tiara gives Apple Bloom a flat stare. "Bucket."

"Heh. Mine too, I guess. My point is, me and Di are gonna go through a few things and make sure you're comfortable with them."

"Ohh, I get it," says Sweetie, "so how do we start?"

"Let's start with the vanilla stuff," says Diamond Tiara, throwing a glance towards Ruby and Chowder. They've rolled over and Ruby is underneath him, muffling her moans with his neck. "So, Sweetie. Are you okay with me or Bloom fucking you with a strap on?"

"Yeah, of course. I mean, you saw Ruby having sex with me like that a few minutes ago."

"That was her, this is us. Maybe you're fine with Ruby pinching your rump but wouldn't like Dinky doing it; that's why we check. Okay, what about me or Bloom eating you out, is that cool?"

"Yes, definitely."

"You eating me or Bloom out?"

"Yes."

"You licking me or Bloom's assholes?"

Sweetie Belle grimaces. "Ehhh..."

"That's a no, then," says Diamond Tiara matter-of-factly. "What about me or Bloom licking your ass?"

Sweetie pauses for a second. "Well, I think it would be nice, but I said I wouldn't do it for you so..."

"Immaterial. We don't do 'you do me, I'll do you,' any more, we're not fourteen—"

"Di, be nice," warns Apple Bloom.

"Right, sorry. Anyway, if you'd like it and we have no problem with it, we'll do it. If you're uncomfortable or we're uncomfortable, we won't. So, having your asshole eaten out, yay or nay?"

A guilty, ashamed grin creeps across Sweetie's face, dimpling her chubby white cheeks. "...yay."

"Fantastic. Kissing either of us on the lips?"

"That's fine."

"Having your horn licked and sucked?"

"Oh Celestia yes."

Diamond Tiara giggles. "We'll keep that in mind. Time for some less vanilla stuff. What about being called names?"

"Uh, that's okay, I think." Sweetie blinks. "What sort of names?"

"I'll list a few, tell me if you're okay with them, if you're not okay with them, if you like them, whatever. So how about bitch, slut, whorse?"

"They're fine."

"Fillyfooler, rugmuncher, muffdiver?"

"All fine."

"Cocksucker, pricktease, cum-dumpster?"

"Ew, cum-dumpster? Seriously?"

"No 'cum-dumpster,' check. The other two?"

"Yeah, they're fine."

"Twat, snatch, pussy, minge?"

"Minge is disgusting, the others are fine."

"Cunt?"

Sweetie Belle squirms and turns bright pink, but says nothing.

"That's a no, then?" asks Diamond Tiara.

"No — yes!" blurts Sweetie Belle. She covers her mouth with both hooves and squeaks. "I mean -—I'd like it if you used that word."

Diamond Tiara grins wolfishly. "That I can do. How about your pudge?"

"...what do you mean, my 'pudge'?"

Smirking, Diamond Tiara slinks towards Sweetie, kisses her cheek and moves her muzzle to the unicorn's ear. "Don't get the wrong idea," whispers Tiara, "I think you have the hottest fucking body of any mare in this room, maybe you're tied with Apple Bloom. You've got a pristine coat, that cute tummy, a little layer of chub under your back and legs that makes you look impossibly soft and the thickest most delicious rump I've ever fucking seen." The pink mare draws back, and casts a hungry gaze over Sweetie. "I admit, when you were a blank flank I was pretty jealous of your looks. Hay, I'm still jealous, just less bitchy about it, so I'll never pretend you look anything but angelic. But..."

Diamond Tiara draws out the pause, and trails a hoof along Sweetie Belle's jawline, down her neck, along to her collarbone, then continues, "But if you'll squirm and gush when I call you a chubby little cunt, well, I don't want to rule that out."

"...fine, you can mention my fat," says Sweetie Belle, a wry smile on her lips. "You can call me pudgy, chubby, flabby, squishy or fat. You can't call me obese, ugly or smelly."

Apple Bloom laughs and slaps her own leg. "Now you're getting in the swing of things!"

"That she is," says Diamond Tiara. "Okay, more stuff. Can we slap you and give you lovebites?"

"What? No, no no. I can't do anything that leaves marks on my face or neck, I've got a performance in three days!"

"Thought so; that's fine. Can we push you about, throw you onto the blankets, that sort of thing?"

"Um... how hard are you talking about?"

Diamond Tiara turns to Apple Bloom. "Hayseed, could you demonstrate on me?" The farmer throws a foreleg around Tiara's neck, and pushes her down onto her back with some force. Diamond Tiara grunts from the impact, but quickly gets to her hooves.

"Oh, okay, that's fine," says Sweetie Belle.

"Can I bite your mane?" asks Diamond Tiara. "You've got a fucking cute mane and I want it in my mouth."

Sweetie giggles and nods. "Sure."

"Can I pull one of your forelegs behind your back?"

"Don't break it."

"Duly noted. Can I push your face down into the blanket?"

"Sure."

"Can we spank you?"

Sweetie's eyes light up. "You can spank me. But, uh..." Sweetie turns around, presenting her soft, plump hindquarters to Diamond Tiara. She lifts her tail high, displaying her glistening pussy. "Maybe you should show me how hard you're going to do it?"

Diamond Tiara strokes a hoof across the unicorn's rump, feeling the coat sink underhoof as she presses and gropes at it. She gets a little whimper from Sweetie when she gropes the songbird on her flanks. Sweetie's buttocks wobble deliciously as Tiara wiggles her hooves into them.

Tiara lifts a hoof and brings it down hard on Sweetie's chubby rump. Her white coat ripples as the hoof hits it, all the way down her leg and along her side. The smack echoes across the room, followed by a yelp and then a soft whimper of pleasure from Sweetie. As Tiara removes her hoof, she sees a little muscle twitch in Sweetie's rump, sending a second ripple through her plump curves. The pink mare feels herself getting wetter at the sight.

"That..." pants Sweetie, "that was really good."

"Yes," says Tiara. "I think we can begin. Are you ready, Sweetie Belle?"

Sweetie Belle doesn’t speak at first. She lifts her tail even higher, swishing it in the air and fanning the scent of wanton lust towards the two ponies. Then she sways her hips back and forth, making her chubby buttocks wobble and ripple in front of them. “I’m so very ready, Miss Tiara...”

“Excellent. Apple Bloom, can you get her prepped while I get the equipment?”

“Sure thing, Di.” Apple Bloom swaggers over to Sweetie Belle, and runs a hoof up her white inner thigh. It’s soaked with arousal and quivers under her touch. “Ah wanna eat out your sweet lil’ cunt, slut. Would you like that?”

“Mmhm, yes Miss Bloom!”

Apple Bloom buries her face between Sweetie’s sizeable buttocks. Her rump envelopes Apple Bloom’s face, like a pair of warm, plush pillows either side of her cheeks. Apple Bloom’s muzzle is instantly soaked in Sweetie’s wetness, which has run down into her legs and haunches. The heat coming from the unicorn’s pussy is unbelievable, and for a moment Apple Bloom just pushes her muzzle into it, enjoying the heat, the wetness, and the light, sweet musk of arousal. Sweetie Belle squirms against her, undulating her hips to rub herself on Bloom’s muzzle.

Grabbing Sweetie’s flanks with both hooves, Apple Bloom pulls her delicious white rump around her face and starts to rock her muzzle up and down against Sweetie’s rhythm, rubbing her twice as fast. She sticks her tongue out and drags it up from Sweetie’s clit to the base of her slit. Apple Bloom feels the moan run through Sweetie’s body. It spurs her on and she laps at her friend, cherishing every sound and movement, drinking in her juices. Sweetie’s wetness is slick and light, like juice from an overripe peach.

Apple Bloom works Sweetie expertly, hitting all the right spots with her tongue, lapping and licking and sucking and nibbling until Sweetie feels a wonderful tightness building up inside of her, coiling up ready to unwind—

The licking stops. Apple Bloom pulls her face from her friend's flanks. Sweetie Belle whines in frustration, and turns her head.

Diamond Tiara stands behind her with an arrogant smirk on her face and a fat, plastic cock swinging behind her hind legs. She wastes no time striding up to Sweetie, smacking her flank hard and mounting her. Sweetie feels the tip of the strap-on pushing into her slit, then gasps as the mare above her nibbles on her ear.

"It's a double-ended toy," whispers Diamond Tiara, "so the harder I fuck you, the better it feels."

With that, Diamond Tiara pushes forward with a powerful thrust. Half of the toy sinks straight into Sweetie Belle, who yelps and then bites her lip to muffle her moan of pleasure. Tiara pulls out a half-inch then slams back inside, burying the entire cock inside Sweetie. It's easily as big as Chowder's, with none of the warmth or tenderness of the gentle giant.

Sweetie Belle cries out, unsure if from pain or pleasure. She reels from the force of the thrust, and feels stretched, almost split by the width of the cock and the sudden penetration, but at the same time she's full, blissfully full. Her cry turns into low, soft moaning as Diamond Tiara's hooves caress her curves. When Tiara sucks and bites at her neck, Sweetie starts to push her rump back towards her partner.

"Are you trying to fuck yourself on my cock already?" asks Diamond Tiara, her voice dripping with mock-incredulity. "You're a needy whore. I'm going to fuck you right into the ground so hard you won't walk straight - oh!"

Diamond Tiara stifles a moan as Apple Bloom buries her muzzle into her slick folds. She hadn't noticed the farmer sneak around behind her. For a moment she stays still, relishing in the attentions to her slit, and then she pushes her rump back into Apple Bloom's face, pulling out of Sweetie Belle. The unicorn lets out a weak moan when only the very tip of the thick plastic cock remains inside. Before she can look backwards and beg for more, Diamond Tiara slams the entire thing inside her. Sweetie's squeal mixes with the slap of Diamond Tiara's hips against her thick rump. A few tears well in Sweetie’s eyes as she lets the pain wash over her.

Diamond Tiara thinks through the haze of pleasure, then nips at the back of Sweetie Belle's mane. "Eyes up, slut," she growls. Sweetie lifts her head. Both mares look straight ahead at Chowder and Ruby Pinch. Ruby is back on top, rolling her hips expertly in an easy, effortless fuck. They're holding each other tightly and only making the smallest noises of satisfaction and intimacy. "See how sweetly they're making love? You don't deserve to get fucked like that, chubby cunt. Give me your foreleg, I'm going to fuck the fat out of you."

The words barely register with Sweetie, whose brain is fogged by pain, the incredible fullness and all-consuming lust. She yelps as Diamond Tiara slaps a hoof down on her cutie mark, and lets a white foreleg flop out to the side. Tiara grabs it and wrenches it behind the unicorn's back, an inch away from spraining. She twists it right up to the edge, and as soon as Sweetie opens her mouth to yelp she pushes down on the back of the unicorn's head with a hoof, muffling her with the blanket.

Then she fucks her.

There's no thought or malice in her thrusts, no attempt to hurt the pony beneath her, not even any real rhythm or harshness to her strokes. Just a fast, frenetic fucking. Apple Bloom struggles to keep her tongue lined up with Tiara's arhythmic thrusts. All the sounds of their sex mash together, the slapping and thudding of pink hips against chubby white buttocks, Sweetie's squeals, sobs and incoherent moans, Apple Bloom's lewd lapping and licking, and Diamond Tiara's gleeful noises of power and pleasure.

As Diamond Tiara's thrusts become more measured, Sweetie's gasps of pain and discomfort turn into soft, blissed-out groans. Now the hurt that Tiara inflicts is more instrumental, from grinding her foreleg on the back of Sweetie's skull, smacking her cutie mark with dull, thudding thwaps, and twisting Sweetie's foreleg until she squeals. A sharp line appears in Sweetie's mind between the pain and the pleasure. Between her haunches is pure, tangible heaven. The cock inside her no longer feels uncomfortably wide, it feels just right and Diamond Tiara seems to be hitting every single spot of lust and sensation without even realising it. All of that contrasts to the red, burning ache where Tiara continues to spank her flank, the agony of her foreleg being twisted practically to its breaking point.

Sweetie Belle yelps at a particularly vicious spank. The pain does not feel good; it does not magically turn into sexual ectasy. It makes her shut her eyes and grit her teeth. It hurts. But at the same time it's a rush, a hoof-twitching heart-thudding flood of adrenaline into her bloodstream. Every spike of pain makes each wave of pleasure that much more vivid. It makes her feel like she's earned it.

Diamond Tiara giggles and squeals uncontrollably, revelling in the force of her thrusts, the delicious jolts that shoot straight through her clit with every stroke and Apple Bloom's expert attentions. "This is what you need, huh, you whorish little snatch?" she pants, "To get dicked so hard you can't see straight?"

"Hnnah — muhh..."

"What's that, fat cunt?" asks Tiara, twisting Sweetie's foreleg until it creaks, "Don't fucking mumble when you're talking to me!"

"More! Please!"

Barking out a laugh, Diamond Tiara pulls all the way back before sinking straight back in, repeating this on every single stroke so that Sweetie takes the entire length of the toy every time. She turns her head in shock and frustration when she feels Apple Bloom's face leave her haunches, but a second later the farmer slips a six-inch pink vibrator inside her.

"T-thanks, Hayseed," she stutters, her jaw going slack.

"Do us a favor, Di," says Apple Bloom, "Take a hunk of that lush, curly mane in your mouth and yank Sweetie here's head back, will ya?"

With a growl, Diamond Tiara lowers her head, grabbing a chunk of Sweetie Belle's mane in her mouth. The curly pink mane is thick between her teeth, and the delicate scent of Sweetie's coconut shampoo floods her nostrils. She tugs it backwards just hard enough to make Sweetie lift her head. Tiara can no longer keep a solid grip on Sweetie's foreleg because of their closeness, so she releases it and wraps two pink forelegs around Sweetie's soft, warm barrel.

Apple Bloom walks into view. She walks past them slightly, showing them her rump. Under her lifted tail, a thick vibrator hums softly inside her pussy. Diamond Tiara grins at the sight, but is caught by surprise as the farmer presses into her for a sultry, powerful kiss. Apple Bloom breaks the kiss before she can truly appreciate it, leaving a tiny strand of saliva hanging between their mouths.

"Ah think it's time Sweetie Belle got what she came for," whispers Apple Bloom into Tiara's ear, "So you rut her real good, now."

Sweetie Belle is dimly aware of her name being mentioned, but all thoughts cease as Apple Bloom envelops her horn in her mouth in a single swoop. When the farmer's thick tongue slides along the fluting, Sweetie climaxes on the spot.

"Oh so good so good so yes oh please so yes yes please oh oh ohhhhh..." she babbles, her eyes rolling back in her skull.

Diamond Tiara tries keep her thrusts in rhythm, but now she has to strain to pull the toy out of Sweetie. "Jeez, Sweetie, how tight are you?" she asks in wonderment, "It's like a freaking vice!" Undaunted, Tiara redoubles her efforts. It leaves her breathless, but the harder thrusts only make the toy rub harder against her clit.

She kisses Apple Bloom's forehead as she reaches her peak, riding out her climax together with Sweetie Belle. Her appetite for domination dissipates, and as pleasure shudders through her body she desires only closeness. She wraps her forelegs tightly around Sweetie Belle, hugging her soft body close.

Apple Bloom is the last to finish. Her orgasm sneaks up on her, distracted as she was from fellating her friend's horn. As the glow of magic gets a little too bright and the sparks a little too fizzy, she lifts her head from the horn and lets out a low groan. She tries to stand, and stumbles onto the other two in an ungainly but heartfelt hug. Three sets of moans turn to happy sighs as their climaxes slowly melt away.

As soon as the trio can move again, they reposition into a more comfortable cuddle, with Sweetie Belle sandwiched between Bloom and Tiara. Apple Bloom gives Sweetie a gentle nudge with her muzzle.  "So how'd you like it, Sweetie?" she asks.

Sweetie Belle fidgets to get more comfortable, and her two lovers cuddle her even closer. She's so very soft. "*whoof* — it was, uh, good. Pretty good," pants the unicorn.

"That good, huh?" Diamond Tiara is smirking, her nose pressed against Sweetie's jawline.

"Yeah."

Diamond Tiara snickers. Apple Bloom cracks out in a grin, then Sweetie Belle giggles. The other two join in, and soon the giggles grow into guffaws and they roll apart laughing their lungs out until it's painful. By the time they stop laughing Diamond Tiara is clutching her stomach and Sweetie Belle is wiping tears from her eyes. They lie there for a few moments more, still sighing and giggling, perfectly contented.

"You know, I'm surprised it's you two who do all that fiddly working-everything-out stuff before you do it," says Sweetie Belle, breaking the silence, "I mean it's really fun and a great idea, but it just..."

"Don't seem like us?" asks Apple Bloom.

"Yeah. No offense or anything, it just seems more like Ruby or Pip's kind of thing."

"Heh, you know me, Sweetie. Fixing things and making them work better is what I do. When I found out I could do it with sex, hay, I jumped right on it!"

"That makes sense. What about you?" she asks, turning to Diamond Tiara.

"Huh, me? Oh. Well, I'm just better at everything than everypony," she says smugly, "and that includes sex. It's what makes me so perfect — ow, Hayseed!" She glares at Apple Bloom, who had just reached over the unicorn to poke her in the side. "Hmph."

"I'm just messin' — oh wow, take a look at that," says Apple Bloom in awe, staring at Chowder and Ruby Pinch. Sweetie and Tiara lift their heads to see what she's talking about.

Ruby Pinch is sat up straight on the grey stallion below her, carefully and slowly lifting off and sitting down on his shaft. The two lovers are completely silent but for tiny gasps and shudders. They gaze into each other's lidded eyes, seemingly unaware of the world around them. From the twitching in her hips and flicking of her tail, Ruby Pinch is climaxing and doing everything she can to draw it out and make it as pleasurable as possible for Chowder.

It takes a moment for the three to see that Chowder is also mid-orgasm. Rivulets of slick jizz slide down his cock as the unicorn lifts her hips, then spills out in a wave as her rump crashes back down onto his hips. They screw slowly, not breaking their gazes for a second. Chowder remains rock solid as he continues to climax inside her. Semen pools around his groin and runs down his thighs. After fifteen drawn out, deliciously slow thrusts, Ruby Pinch collapses on top of him, both panting hard.

"Well that's fucking hot," says Diamond Tiara, "I'm gonna go help them clean up. You girls have fun!" She kisses each of her lovers on the cheek, then trots over to Chowder and Ruby. She squats her hips down over the stallion's face and presses her lips to Ruby's. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle look on, bemused, and then turn to each other.

"So what now?" asks Sweetie Belle.

"Honestly, I'm feeling a mite peckish."

"Oh? What for?"

"Ah figure a pinto sandwich with dragon sauce will do the trick," says Apple Bloom, grinning salaciously, "Care to join me, Sweets?"
> Seminal
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

At some point in the evening, five sets of eyes meet across the room. The orgy has been delightful so far, but these five have a more pure idea in mind. The teenagers take a break to catch their breath and sip at water, then four ponies and a dragon meet in the center of the room. Ever since Pipsqueak, Spike and the Cutie Mark Crusaders almost managed a five-way at Diamond Tiara’s party, they’d been itching to finish the job.

Apple Bloom kisses Spike as Pip nibbles his neck, while Sweetie nuzzles Scootaloo's coverts and feels the pegasus' wings fluffle against her face. Spike turns to kiss Pip who is pulled away to kiss Sweetie who shivers with pleasure as Apple Bloom and Scootaloo kiss and lick her horn. They shift between partners and positions fluidly, cherishing each new act as much as the last.

Spike moves Sweetie onto her back. After she kisses him and nods hastily, he sinks his shaft inside her. Her thick thighs clamp around his waist as they fuck dolphin-style. Pipsqueak moans into Scootaloo's kiss as Apple Bloom sucks his cock into her mouth. His entire body relaxes against the pegasus', his brain frazzled from the farmer’s oral ministrations. Her head twists from side to side, sinking Pipsqueak's cock inside her luxurious gullet.

Sweetie fucks her lover from the bottom, full of intensity. She hugs Spike tightly against her, growls as she nips and sucks at his neck and peppers his face with hot, sloppy kisses.

"Spike, harder, please!"

The drake grits his teeth and pumps his hips with greater force, his hips hitting her thighs at such speed that loud slaps ring out across the room and blend in with her cries of lust. Something about her wanton enthusiasm drives him to the edge much faster than usual. Their moans mix together as he climaxes inside her, filling her with dragon seed.

They switch. Pipsqueak nuzzles up to Sweetie Belle, holding her close. He kisses under her chin, softly and submissively, as she runs her hooves over his body, feeling taut muscles under his slender frame. He trails kisses down her body, lingering on each one to feel the warmth of her flesh and gentleness of her coat. Her neck, down to her collarbone, over her breast, down her ribcage, her soft belly, her navel, then her teats, two wonderful pink points that he teases, barely grazing them with his lips. A telekinetic tug on his forelock makes him pause and take each hard little nipple into his mouth, eliciting a moan from the unicorn.

He presses his lips to the peak of her venus mound, feeling the heat of her love below radiating onto his neck. His mouth twists in a smirk as Sweetie grinds her hips up, at her wits ends from the teasing, but he just plants another kiss in the same spot. When she plants a hoof on his mane, he finally moves down to his target. Starting at the very base of her cleft, he drags his tongue up her slit, lapping Spike's cum into his mouth. It tastes oddly hot, like musky, salted ginger. As her thighs clamp around the sides of his head, he continues to clean her.

"Mmhm, Pip, that's nice, go a little higher - mmffph!" Her words are muffled as Apple Bloom sits on her face. The farmer's tail twitches over her horn, making her moan and pump her hips against Pip's face, smearing love fluids and draconic semen over his muzzle.

To the side, Scootaloo jumps on Spike, practically tackling him. They kiss and wrestle; Spike has reach but Scootaloo has flexibility. Twisting and tumbling, they grind against each other and make out sloppily. Spike wins, pinning the pegasus on her back. She surrenders gracefully, parting her hind legs and spreading her wings wide on the floor. Instead of stepping over and moving his hips between her legs, he steps over her head and gets down on all fours over her in a sixty-nine.

As his long, forked tongue slides over her folds, she lifts her head and engulfs Spike's shaft in her mouth, gagging slightly as a twitch of his hips forces it deep. She grabs his buttocks in her forehooves and pulls him down, daring him to push deeper. Grinning, Spike starts to fuck her face, playing a sloppy symphony of *hwulk-hwulk-hwulks*. Drool starts to run from her mouth, over her cheeks and muzzle, forcing her to close her eyes. She doesn’t stop or surrender, instead she locks her legs around Spike’s head, pushing his muzzle into her slit. Moments later they roll over and release each other, breathing hard and giggling at the absurdity of having to call a truce to their antics.

As soon as Spike and Sweetie Belle are cleaned off, they switch once more. Pipsqueak grabs Spike from behind, wrapping his forelegs around the dragon's chest and suckling the soft scales on the side of his neck. He yelps as Spike casually tosses him to the ground, pins him to the floor and gets between his legs. A blush graces his pinto face as Spike kisses his neck and grinds against him, pushing their cocks together. Spike's shaft is a little thinner than his, but burningly hot and still slick from Scootaloo's efforts. He lets out an appreciative moan as the dragon continues to dominate him. Spike feels another mouth clamp down on his neck and a soft pony's body land atop him; he turns and sees Scootaloo on top of him. He growls with pleasure, the meat in a pony sandwich.

Watching from the side sit Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. The farmer has a yellow hoof between her friend's thighs, and Sweetie is pumping a vibrator in and out of her. They are moaning softly, faces red and pupils wide, utterly transfixed by the scene in front of them. Sweetie pulls her friend closer, her chest heaving as Bloom works a hoof between her legs.They listen to the soft *schlick-schlick* sounds of the dildo slipping in and out of Apple Bloom's sex.

It's too much for the pair, and they dive in with their friends. The duvet becomes a muddle of limbs, kisses, nips and cuddles. Apple Bloom ends up lying belly-to-belly atop Pipsqueak, sandwiched between him and Spike. She feels two shafts poking at her nethers.

"Do it," she growls, "Rut me stupid."

She bites her lip as Pipsqueak slides inside her, clamping her thighs around him. Spike spreads some lube over his cock and lines it up with her asshole.

"You sure?" he asks, voice thick with caution. He can't help but wriggle his hips, teasing her hole with the very tip. She moans, nodding frantically, then squeals and bites down on Pip's shoulder as Spike pushes into her ass.

Apple Bloom shudders with pleasure, revelling in the heat and the fullness, basking in the feelings of intimacy as she kisses Pipsqueak and Spike gently grooms the back of her neck with his teeth. Each thrust in burns at her, but brings with it a strange sensation of satisfaction. The two males screw her at a deliciously languid pace. She can't help but thrust her hips back towards them, as if trying to envelope them inside her. Her tongue slips into Pipsqueak's mouth, tasting both her friends' juices and Spike's seed on his lips. Breaking the kiss, she nudges her muzzle up to nip at Pipsqueak's ear, and grins as she feels the stallion underneath her groan into her neck.

"Hnah - Spike?"

"Yuff?" he replies, his mouth muffled with the hair of her neck.

"Can ya run your claws through my mane?" she asks. Spike lets out something between a growl and a giggle, then hooks his claws through her thick, red mane, half tugging at it and half massaging her scalp.

"Oh damn that feels fine!" cries Apple Bloom, before bearing down and grabbing Pipsqueak in a heated, sloppy kiss. They've been at it for less than a minute but she's already approaching her peak. The two sensations build into each other perfectly. Pipsqueak's cock is thick inside her as it slides slickly in and out, every bump and vein playing trills of pleasure on her walls. Spike's shaft is heat, wonderfully painful heat, a handful of chillies in a strong curry, throwing every other sensation into sharp relief. She can feel their cocks pushing against each other inside her, and the thought of it let alone the feeling makes her limbs lock up, her holes clench madly and her kisses turn into blubbering nonsense straight into Pipsqueak's mouth.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo join the fun, the pegasus wrapping her forelegs around Spike's neck and pushing a depraved, open-mouthed kiss against him, and the unicorn getting behind the trio, moving down to nuzzle and lick Pip's balls. Pip practically melts at the attentions but keeps thrusting, and four ponies and a dragon become a twitching mess of moaning, fucking, kissing and licking.

Spike's thrusts become jerky and erratic as he approaches his climax. With a decidedly un-draconic yelp, he pulls out of Apple Bloom's tight bottom and comes over her rump. The first streak of sticky cum shoots over her red tail and onto the small of her back, and the next two streaks decorate each of her flanks, dripping down onto her crossed-brush-and-hammer cutie mark. His final spurt is more reserved, running down from the base of her tail, down the cleft of her buttocks and onto Pip's cock and balls. Spike's cock twitches one last time as he sees Sweetie lap his cum up as soon as it pools on Pip's testicles, then he excuses himself to clean up.

As he leaves, Scootaloo moves behind Apple Bloom and claps two hooves down on her flanks, massaging them and rubbing the semen in. "Having fun there, Bloom?"

The farmer whoops and grinds down hard on Pipsqueak's hips, prompting a grunt from him. "Hay yeah, Scoots!"

"I got a sweet idea, sit up and turn around."

Apple Bloom does exactly that, straightening her back, swinging one hindleg over Pip's body, and then twisting around with his shaft still inside her. Pip grits his teeth and hisses; it's almost painfully oversensitive. He looks downwards. Apple Bloom's butt is perfectly flush against his hips. Two heavenly globes, blissfully warm, simultaneously soft and firm as they press down onto him.

She rolls her powerful hips, and he gives a squeak of pleasure. Perfect slickness grips him, caresses him, floods him with warmth every time she grinds her thick arse against him. He places a hoof on her flank, just to feel the muscles working as she fucks him.

Sweetie Belle pushes the farmer's hind legs apart, and kisses her navel as she screws Pip. She kisses just below, then pauses to look up at her friend. "Can I?"

"Huwhut?" replies Apple Bloom, breaking her concentration.

"Can I, uh, lick you?"

"Oh." Apple Bloom giggles, sweaty tresses falling across her face as she rolls her flanks back and forth. She places her forehooves on Pip's stomach and leans backward, exposing her blossom to Sweetie Belle. "Sure thing."

She shivers as the unicorn presses her tongue to her clit, shooting her through with tingly sensation. "Hah, oh damn," she pants, "Pip, you're gonna have to take over, I can't hardly — mmfph!" She's cut off as Scootaloo presses an insistent kiss to her lips.

Pipsqueak thrusts upwards, and the mixture of Apple Bloom clenching around him, setting his pace and seeing the lurid display in front of him sets him on edge. His eyes shut, tension builds, closer and so close as he thrusts and fucks and grinds, and it hits, a tidal wave crashing over his mind. "Fuck!" he yells, spilling his seed into Apple Bloom. He doesn’t stop thrusting, not until he feels her pussy clench around him as her orgasm hits.

A minute later, the farmer dismounts and lets out a whoop, her chest rising and crashing back down as she catches her breath. Pipsqueak moves to go and clean off, but Scootaloo stops him.

“Yo Pip, wait,” she says. Her voice is oddly flat as if in a trance, and her eyes are fixed on Apple Bloom’s jizz-dripping lower holes.

“What’s up, lover?” Pipsqueak replies.

“Can we — I wanna try it.”

“Try... what?”

“Butt stuff. I mean, the butt sex.” She pauses a moment, gesticulating with her wings as she tries to find the right words. “And specifically I mean you taking your penis, and fucking me in the butt with it.”

“You know what? I can do that. That is a thing that I can do.”

A smile lights up on the pegasus’ face. “Good, let’s do that. Like, I wouldn’t normally, but I’ve just got this crazy craving, like when you haven’t had hay fries in months because they’re all greasy ‘n’ shit, but then it just hits you like a freight train and you figure you’ll go nuts if you can’t get any right this moment. Give it to me good, is what I’m sayin’”

She turns around, lowers her forelegs and raises her tail, presenting two perfectly pert orange globes to Pipsqueak. Her coat is damp from sweat, and there is a sheen of perspiration down her crack where the fur is thin and fuzzy. Above her pussy is her tiny crinkle of an asshole. There’s no pucker, it’s tight to the skin as if drawn on. Everything about it screams tightness.

Pipsqueak plants his lips on it. The sweet-sour smell of her sweat fills his nostrils as her damp buttocks press into his face. He rests there for a moment, feeling the heat of her sex radiate onto his chin, relishing the oddness of pressing his mouth against her ass. When she gets impatient and wiggles her ass against him, he sticks his tongue out and starts lapping at her hole. He licks back and forth over the crinkle, practically drooling, making his rimjob as wet as possible. Saliva runs down the crack of her ass as she sighs quietly, enjoying his attentions.

With her anus wetted, he begins to tongue it. It’s even tighter than he had expected; simply pushing into it with his tongue does nothing. He tenses his tongue to a hardened point, and presses it into her asshole. It takes some wiggling, but the muscular ring envelopes his tongue, and he hears an enthusiastic gasp from Scootaloo as a result. He lingers there for a moment to appreciate the heat and the depravity, feeling the muscle pulse and twitch against him. Her anus tasted of nothing, just sweat and skin, but there’s now a hint of bitterness on his tongue as he presses it inside her. He ignores it and continues on, wiggling his tongue inside her, twisting and stretching to get her anus nicely loosened.

Scootaloo hides her guilty grin in the blankets. “Hahh, now I know why Lickety Split looks so damn happy all the time...”

He pushes his tongue in as far as he can, his face wedged between her cheeks and nose pressed to the base of her tail, then pulls out with a small, slick noise. His tongue lolls out, and a rope of drool connects it to Scootaloo’s anus. The tiny hole is now ever-so-slightly puckered, as pink as her pussy below it, and sinfully inviting.

Pipsqueak flinches as a purple tail brushes across his muzzle. “You gonna stick it in or what?” asks Scootaloo.

“Nah, let’s get it proper lubed up first.” Pipsqueak takes the bottle of lube with his teeth, and drizzles a generous amount over Scootaloo’s hindquarters. She flinches as the cold liquid hits her buttocks and runs down between them, then lets out a sharp ‘eep’ as he pushes the nozzle into her anus and squeezes. He pulls it out and watches the slick clear lubricant seep out of her asshole. Dropping the bottle, he claps his forehooves to her rump and rubs the lube in, squeezing her cheeks together with a delightfully squidgy squish, then sits back to admire his work.

Two taut, toned buttocks, glistening with a thick coating of lube, wiggling and flexing in a lewd display. Pipsqueak falls in love all over again. Scootaloo cranes her neck to look at him, a devilish grin on her face.

“How’s the booty?”

“Ripe for plunder...”

“Fuckin’ A. On your back, loverboy, I wanna ride!”

Pipsqueak lies down with his elbows propped on the floor, raising his chest and head. His cock lays flat along his navel, painfully hard.

“Let’s get some lube on that thing,” says Scootaloo. Pipsqueak’s eyes dart to the bottle, but she shakes her head, smirking. With a flap of her wings, she hovers up above him, then sits down on his lap, facing him. Pipsqueak gasps as her lubed-up hindquarters squelch down on his crotch, both from the tingly-cold of the lubricant and the heavenly warmth of her pussy radiating onto his shaft. His eyes roll back as she rolls her hips, soft slick buttocks sliding over his cock, spreading over him like soft butter on hot toast.

Scootaloo lifts her hindlegs and turns 180 degrees on his body, giving him a perfect view of her flanks and outstretched wings. She pushes up with her legs, raising her ass up off his hips, and lifts her tail. Taking the hint, Pipsqueak pushes his cock up with a hoof, lining the thick head up to her anus. She turns her head to look at him.

“Ready?”

“Go.”

She drops her hips, wiggling slightly as the flat tip of his shaft presses against her but doesn’t go in. She pushes a little harder, and grunts as his cock slips inside her, the head just past her tight ring of muscle.

“Fuck me,” pants Pipsqueak, his body tensing up. Pure heat and tightness, a velvet oven, squeezing his prick. He bites his lip, hard enough to hurt, as she starts to slide down his shaft, massaging it with her hole.

“Y-you like that, huh?” she says, her voice pinched, “I’m fucking your big, th-thick cock with my shithole.” His shaft is two-thirds inside her, lube dribbling down the remaining third. She breathes deeply, and starts to rub her pussy with a hoof. “Does my ass feel good around your cock?”

Pipsqueak responds by spanking her cutie mark with a hoof. She barks out a laugh, then drops her flanks, slamming her slick hindquarters against his hips. His entire length is buried in her butt, a warm, comfortable void that grips the base of his cock like a vice. He lets out an appreciative murmur, melting inside as she undulates her hips, rolling up and down on his cock.

Sweetie Belle stares at the display. Her cheeks are pink and her pupils the size of bits. It takes her a moment to realise that Apple Bloom is whispering in her ear.

“...reminds me, there’s something I plum forgot...” says the farmer, before disappearing behind her.

Sweetie’s ears perk up as a hoof wraps around her tail and lifts it up, then gasps as a warm muzzle snakes between her buttocks. Before she can say a word, Apple Bloom’s tongue flits out and starts lapping at her asshole.

“Apple Bloom!” squeals Sweetie Belle, “That — that feels good. Oh that feels good. Keep doing that...”

Apple Bloom drools on Sweetie’s asshole, then dives in shamelessly. She laps and licks at it, tonguing it, planting tender kisses as she rubs her face between Sweetie’s cheeks. She molds her lips around it, wriggling her tongue inside as if making out with it. Sweetie’s moans and little whines of embarrassment only spur her on. With a growl, she grabs the unicorns thick buttocks with two hooves, squishing the buttcheeks around her face as she eats out Sweetie’s anus.

Scootaloo continues to bounce up and down on Pipsqueak’s cock with wild abandon, and he thrusts his hips up to match her. The sharp pains of the initial penetration are gone, and all she can feel is the fullness, the burn of the cock sliding in and out of her, and the pulses of pleasure as her hoof works her pussy.

She makes eye contact with Apple Bloom, who winks at her before redoubling her ministrations. This starts a competition of sorts, with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo ratcheting up their efforts against each other until the slamming of Scootaloo’s rump rings out across the room and Apple Bloom’s face is a blur underneath Sweetie Belle’s tail.

Pipsqueak can’t withstand such a frenetic fucking. He reaches up and grabs Scootaloo’s midsection, then hits his climax. He feels his cock pulse inside her as he fills her with sperm, flooding her with his sticky white seed. She continues to grind up and down on him, relishing the sensation of cum shooting inside her. It starts to seep out of her, spilling down his shaft and onto his balls.

Moments later, Spike returns, a glass of lemonade in one hand and a bunch of wet-wipes in the other. “Hey, what’d I miss?”

Apple Bloom pulls her face from her friend’s flanks and grins at him. “See for yourself!”

Spike comes face to face with Sweetie Belle’s thick, round flanks. Her tail is held high, and her pink little butthole is glistening with saliva, visibly loosened. Past the gorgeous, wobbly globes and curly tail, her face is pressed to the floor, eyes closed and cheeks flushed. She’s biting her lip.

Smoke pours from Spike’s nostrils. He doesn’t notice.

He steps forward and gently places two hands on her flanks. They’re soft, yielding under his claws like marshmallow as he gives them a squeeze. Her asshole twitches, as if winking at him. He absentmindedly trails a claw towards it.

“...can I?” he asks.

“Mmmaaayy-be. Whatever do you want, Spikey-Wikey?” she replies, feigning innocence.

His claw reaches the center of her hole, and pushes in half an inch. “Can I... put it in your butt?”

She turns her head, eyes still closed, a warm smile on her lips, and softly nods her head. Spike grins and looks for the lube. His brow furrows as he realises it’s not on the floor.

“Looking for the buttfucking oil, Spike?”

It’s Scootaloo. She’s sitting down on her haunches, a silicone prick dangling between her thighs, drizzling lube onto it. Pip is lying face down next to her, hindlegs together, emphasising his soft rump and marelike hips.

“I wanted to see what all fuss was about,” she explains. “Here, take the bottle,” she adds, tossing the lube towards Spike. He catches it in his claw, and prepares himself.

Scootaloo and Spike both take their places over their partners, and both push in at the same time. Pipsqueak and Sweetie Belle moan simultaneously as their assholes are penetrated. The first few thrusts are slow and halting, letting the two ponies each adjust to the phallus inside them, and then speed up into a steady rhythm.

Sweetie Belle’s mind is blank, unable to control the high moans and low squeaks that come from her mouth, barely even aware of them. She’s used to the heat of Spike’s shaft, but it’s an entirely different experience, the intensity heightened tenfold. The heat fills her, too hot, sapping her will to complain or resist, and the cock slipping in and out of her fast becomes pleasurable, sending delicious tingles through her pussy and thighs.

It’s a different experience for Pipsqueak. He whimpers as Scootaloo bottoms out inside him, shuddering at the feel of cold, unyielding plastic in his ass. Her belly and chest are warm across his back, and her tender kisses comfort him, distracting him from the discomfort of penetration. Despite the pain, his spent cock starts to harden underneath him.

Steam billows out of Spike’s nostrils as he thrusts, rolling heat over the back of Sweetie’s neck. Everything about Spike is hot, his breath, the warmth through the soft scales of his belly, his cock inside her, his balls slapping against the top of her slit. He reaches one hand under her to play with her clit, and grabs at her pillowy arse with the other. Sweetie quickly loses it.

“Spike oooooohhh Spiiiiike keep doing thaaaaatttt....”

Scootaloo gives a start as she feels a pair of hooves on her rump. She turns her head, just in time to see Apple Bloom lower her head and start licking her slit. Cum from her previous fuck continues to leak out of Scootaloo, and coats Apple Bloom’s cheeks and nose. Moaning in satisfaction, Scootaloo thrusts harder, savouring Pipsqueak’s little sounds of pain and shameful pleasure.

“So this is the fun bit,” she breathes into his ear, “you make ‘em hurt, and make ‘em like it...”

As if to prove a point, she clamps her teeth on the back of his mane, and gives it a savage tug. He squeals, but grinds back into her, his cock throbbing below him. His whining turns to soft moans as Apple Bloom reaches two hooves underneath him, and starts to fondle his prick.

Spike comes first, minutes later, spilling hot seed inside Sweetie Belle. He stops fingering her for a single moment, and drags his teeth over the back of her neck. She locks up in a hysterical, screaming orgasm at the same time Pipsqueak finishes, from prostate stimulation and expert hoofjob. Scootaloo collapses on top of him and lets Apple Bloom finish her off in a slow, rolling peak of an orgasm.

The five ponies drag themselves into a panting, sweaty pile, share some lemonade, and make judicious use of the wet-wipes.

After a few minutes of discussion, Spike says, "Okay girls, this is the last one and then we take a break."

"Too right, I'm knackered."

"Pfft, fine, assume the position already," says Scootaloo. "Pussies."

Pipsqueak and Spike sit down next to each other, Pip throwing a foreleg around the dragon's shoulders. He stifles a moan as Spike wraps a hand around his cock, stroking up and down. Spike grins and nips Pip's ear, eliciting a submissive whine.

"Okay, we're set!" says Spike.

Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle lower their heads and go down on the two guys. Sweetie sucks and laps at the tip of Pip's cock as Spike jerks him off, while Apple Bloom and Scootaloo share Spike's cock between them. There's no art or subtlety in their techniques, just a desire to reach climax as fast as possible.

"I'm there!" yells Spike. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom pull off his cock with a *pop* and Sweetie Belle does the same. Spike strokes both Pip's and his own cock, seconds away from release. The three mares huddle close, their faces pressed against each other, smiling sweetly.

Spike and Pipsqueak come at the same time, spraying the faces of the three mares with their sperm. Sweetie opens her mouth wide to take the ropes of thick, salty jizz. Either side of her, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom press their faces against hers to catch the semen as it splashes against them. It's not a gigantic orgasm, not after all their previous ones, but enough that the fillies have a depraved criss-cross of cum over their faces.

The three mares stay there for a moment to allow Spike and Pipsqueak to appreciate the view, then all five of them collapse backwards onto the blankets, exhausted.
	
	
	
> Climax
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

While the Cutie Mark Crusaders and their two lovers were playing their lewd games, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had been busy training their two charges. Both Featherweight and Dinky Doo were schooled in the arts of sucking cocks, licking pussies, preening wings, tonguing assholes, worshipping hooves and screwing wantonly in every position known to ponykind. They had been trained to match their rhythms as they fucked, to communicate through feel and sight and words, to pleasure each other in ways they had not thought possible. There was no disgust or shame; Featherweight had helped Dinky suck Chowder’s cock just as Dinky had cleaned her boyfriend’s cum from Silver Spoon’s slit. Their mistresses gave the orders, and they merely obeyed.

Featherweight leans back on his haunches, Diamond Tiara propping him up from behind. A pink ribbon is tied around the base of his shaft, stopping him from coming too easily. He had just been fucking Dinky from behind, slamming into her while the two rich mares played with his wings. Diamond Tiara had pulled him off seconds before he reached his peak. Now he sits back, letting out a tiny whinny of disappointment as he feels his orgasm ebb away.

“Don’t be such a baby, Featherweight,” teases Diamond Tiara, “You blow your load when I say you can blow your load.” She punctuates her remark by chomping down on his shoulder hard. He winces, but it only makes his cock throb harder. Turning his head, he brushes his muzzle against her cheek as she continues to suck and drag her teeth over his coat. She pulls off with a sloppy *pop*, and presses her lips to his in an oddly tender kiss. His eyes close as she holds him, one foreleg across his chest, her other on his back pressing into his flight muscles. As the kiss breaks, he lowers his head and kisses her chin, relaxing completely and submissively.

Diamond Tiara laps up the attention. “Mmhm, you’re a cute little stud aren’t you?” She grinds her crotch against the small of his back as she whispers, “Eyes forward, your marefriend wants something.”

Featherweight looks and sees Dinky sitting in front of him, her position mirroring his. She’s flushed red, breathing hard, her eyes unfocused, Silver Spoon holding her from behind. Her horn shoots out tiny sparks as she grinds against the blanket, letting out a tortured whimper. She’s pleading, begging, every cell in her body exuding pure, unrestrained need.

Silver Spoon is resting her chin on Dinky’s shoulder. There’s a hint of exhaustion in her smug smirk, as if she’d just won a tennis match and planned on bragging. Her usual braids have been replaced with a loose bun, and a few damp tresses of hair fall across her face. She looks right into Featherweight’s eyes as she moves a hoof down Dinky’s stomach, trails it between her legs, slowing down to a painful crawl as Dinky’s thighs quiver and tail twitches, then gently, ever so gently, traces it over her slit. The unicorn gasps and shudders, surrendering herself to Silver Spoon, pumping her hips forward for more, only to find the hoof moving away and keeping her pleasure just out of reach.

“Dinky, you were going to ask for something,” says Silver Spoon, a sort of rushed madness in her tone.

Swallowing, Dinky looks straight at her coltfriend. “Featherweight — please — I want you so bad,” she says, practically thrusting her hips at him, displaying her needy sex, puffy lips dripping with need. “Oh baby come fuck me, please fuck me I need it ahhhh!” She squeals as Silver Spoon bites the back of her mane and yanks hard.

“You’re not asking him, you stupid skank, you’re asking us. Why should we let you fuck him? Why shouldn’t we just use him as we please and tie you up to pickle in your own juices? What can you do for us? What can you do for me?” she asks, her breath sultry against Dinky’s ear.

“I’ll — I’ll do anything, Miss Spoon, I’ll go down on you, I’ll let you fuck me, whatever you want.”

“Ooh, that’s fun, but I’m all fucked out right now. How about outside this party, you little slut? What if I want my cunt eaten after work?”

“I’ll do it I’ll eat you out wherever you want just please let me fuck him oh please—”

“Not good enough whore, I want a little slut who’ll do anything I want, what else will you do?”

“Anything,” moans Dinky, her voice thick with desperation, “I’ll lick your pussy, I’ll wear a leash and collar, I’ll lift my tail for you whenever you ask! Please, Miss Spoon!”

“Yes? Will you worship my hooves?”

“I’ll lick them clean!”

“Come to my house and be my little servant filly? Run my baths and clean me yourself?”

“I’ll be your maid please anything please!”

“Lick my ass while I sit on your face?”

“I’ll do it all night just please oh please please let him fuck me please!”

Silver Spoon giggles. “Well, that’s good enough for me.” Dinky tries to jump towards Featherweight the moment the words leave her mouth, but Silver Spoon grabs her and holds her tight. “Oh no you don’t, you haven’t asked what Diamond wants.”

Half a minute later, Dinky stops struggling and looks at Diamond Tiara. Grinning at Dinky, she says, “I’ll have everything Silvy’s having, buuuuuut I’d like something else...”

“Hnah?” It’s all Dinky can do to keep the drool in her mouth.

“I want your coltfriend too. I want you to give him to me, and let me use him while you just sit back and watch.”

“B-but...” Dinky almost stops moaning, but starts up as Silver Spoon grinds her hoof back into her slit.

“Do you wanna get fucked or not, slut?”

“...”

“Well?”

“...y-yes.”

Diamond Tiara’s grin becomes practically predatory. “That’s a nice start, but I’ll be having more. In my room I’ve got a strap-on dildo, it’s bigger than Chowder’s dick, hard as rock and covered in blunt plastic spikes. I want to tie Featherweight to my bed and force that thing inside him while you watch, with just enough lube that it doesn’t tear him up. I want you to listen to him crying and screaming while I make him my bitch, and if I’m feeling nice I’ll let you lick it clean after I’m done to spare him the job. How about that, slut, will you let me fuck your coltfriend’s ass?”

Dinky stops moaning, her breath held. Her hips are still moving against Silver Spoon’s skilled ministrations and she wants Featherweight inside of her, needs him inside of her, but there are lines she can’t cross. She can’t hurt Featherweight just to get her release, no matter how bad it burns at her. Her face falls, and a second before she says no, Silver Spoon’s voice whispers in her ear, “Look at his cock...”

She lifts her eyes to look at Featherweight. She looks at his face, but it barely registers. Her gaze goes down his body, down past his belly, down to between his legs...

His cock is strainingly erect, every little bump and vein visible as if it were carved from marble. It twitches and throbs with every breath he takes, precum glistening on the tip and running down the side.

“Yeah, he’s pretty fucking hard isn’t he?” says Diamond Tiara, “So how about it, Feathers? Will you be my butt-fucked bitch so you can give your marefriend the dicking she needs?”

Featherweight nods, slowly. “Yes...”

A pink hoof slips between his legs, and presses down sharply on his testicles. He yelps in pain and tries to clamp his thighs together, but Diamond Tiara pulls them apart.

“Yes what, Featherweight?” she snaps.

“Yes, Miss Tiara!”

She turns back to Dinky. “So how about it? Can I use your boyfriend?”

Dinky looks at Featherweight. There’s no reticence on his face, only desire. She makes up her mind. “Yes.”

The two rich mares giggle. “Well,” says Diamond Tiara, loosening her grip on the pegasus, “I think they’re ready.”

“I agree,” says Silver Spoon, before planting a kiss on the base of Dinky’s horn. “You two have fun now...” With that, they gently push the two lovers towards each other, and move away to watch from the sidelines.

Featherweight and Dinky stare at each other for the shortest of moments, before crashing together in a frantic, hungry kiss. Dinky immediately lays backwards, splaying her hindlegs wide and dragging her beau on top of her. Featherweight lines up the tip of his shaft with her love, and looks deeply into her eyes.

“Oh please,” she begs, “take me now, fuck me — mmmphhh!” She bites down on her lip, moaning as he slides inside her, gloriously blissful relief, fitting perfectly into her as if he were made for her and her alone. Their noses rub together as he hilts himself, gazing into each other’s eyes. He plants a kiss on the underside of her chin. Another, in the same place, and a third along her jawline. He kisses up to her ear, drawing a soft coo from her throat.

“‘love you” he whispers. A tiny part of him realises it’s the first time he’s told her he loves her. He saved the first time for the tail end of a lewd orgy. He almost bursts out giggling. Dinky holds him even tighter, her body almost melding against his.

“You too,” she replies, “so much.”

On the sidelines, Pipsqueak coughs out a lungfull of shisha smoke and turns to Scootaloo. “See, now that’s proper romance. Why can’t you be more like that?”

“Babe, I let you lick marmite off my nipples. How much more romantic can I get?”

“Fair point,” he concedes. “They’ve come along though, haven’t they?”

“Oh yeah,” says Silver Spoon, “When Featherweight first started he was like a dolphin trying to impregnate a watermelon. No grace at all.”

The two lovers are dimly aware that the others are talking, but can’t make out any words. They are utterly focused on each other, keeping their movements in perfect sync. Their tongues play a love song in each other’s mouths, with the slapping of hips against thighs as their bassline. Dinky ekes a whimper from Featherweight by running two hooves up his back, over his flight muscles and into his fluffy coverts.

“Now don’t — oh — don’t get me wrong,” says Ruby Pinch. She’s sitting on Chowder’s face, her train of thought occasionally derailing as his expert tongue caresses her folds. “I’m not — I’m not saying I’m a tenured professor of orgyology. I’m not saying — oh that’s good, keep doing that — that I’m like, the final arbiter of what makes a good sex party or nothing.” She pauses for a moment, relishing the sensations that course through her as she grinds on Chowder’s face. “All I’m saying is that this has been a pretty freaking awesome orgy.”

“Damn tootin’,” says Apple Bloom. She drags a hit of apple tobacco from the shisha, and washes it down with her drink. “It’s the lemonade, I reckon. I mean, y’all need good company and comfy blankets for any half-decent orgy, but it’s the little things like snacks and such that tie it all together.”

Dinky buries her face in Featherweight’s neck, muffling her cries of ecstasy as she hits her first climax. Her pussy spasms and contracts around him, blissfully tight, but he keeps thrusting, determined to give his marefriend as much pleasure as possible.

“Oh, Sweetie Belle,” calls Diamond Tiara, “I left that ribbon on Featherweight’s dick, can you like, zap it off with your horn or something?”

“Sure!” With a flash of her horn, the ribbon at the base of Featherweight’s shaft comes undone. The pegasus cries out from the sudden sensation of release, and speeds up his strokes. He kisses Dinky, a messy, thoughtless kiss with no subtlety or hesitation, one she returns wholeheartedly.

“Oh, they’re sooo cute!” coos Sweetie. “They’re like we were the night before the Summer Sun Celebration, aren’t they, Spikey?”

“Huh?” Spike’s attention is torn. He’s plunging two fingers into Twist’s slit, flitching them in and out rapidly, his palm slapping against her clit. Twist is hysterical, blubbering incoherently and thrashing her hips up and down to meet his rhythms. “You mean when Twilight was up in Canterlot and we were out on the library balcony? Aw yeah, that was freaking sweet.”

Dinky presses her lips to Featherweights neck, sucking hard as she comes for the second time, pressing her hooves into his flight muscles and feathers. It’s too much for him. He opens his mouth and drags his tongue over her horn, his strokes becoming more erratic. With a sluggish moan he climaxes, spraying a jet of semen deep inside her. He thrusts in as he comes and withdraws between spurts, so she can feel him filling her up as deep as equinely possible.

Then they are still; a flushed, panting tableau of lust and tenderness. When the applause and wolf-whistles start, they flush even brighter.

Featherweight pulls out, collapses to the side, and snuggles close to her. Dinky nuzzles him tenderly, then lifts her head to look at the audience. “How’d we do?” Her speech is breathy and shaky.

“Tens all round,” says Sweetie Belle.

“Nine from the Russic judge,” adds Pipsqueak.

“Wahey, go team!” pants Dinky. Featherweight giggles, draping a wing over her chest. He’s suddenly still, and glances sideways at Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

“Uhh, you guys were just kidding about the butt stuff... right?”

Silver Spoon smiles at him. “All part of the act.”

“Hey, if you want to try it out...” adds Diamond Tiara. Featherweight turns red and avoids her gaze.

“She’s got you pegged mate!” says Pipsqueak.

“Ah, shut up, Pip.”

“Nothing wrong with a bit of bum fun,” he states matter-of-factly. “You two look knackered, fancy a drink?” He pushes two glasses of ice-cold lemonade towards them, which they both gladly accept.

A change washes over the room, a release of tension as if an invisible spring had uncoiled. The conversation shifts to silly, chatty little things and the intimacy becomes more intimate. If it weren’t for the blankets, the reek of sweat and sex, and the gratuitous dildos, it would look like just another get together. The evening is winding down, but no one is rushing to finish, and there’s plenty of space to sleep when it ends.

Meters away, in the dark of the closet, two unicorns muffle themselves with their hooves as they climax from their frantic clopping, their eyes glued to two tiny peepholes.

“Snips, this was like, your best idea ever,” whispers one.

“I know, Snails,” whispers the other, “I know.”

“Uh... no homo, right?”

“No homo.”


END