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?"