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.