Granite smiled as he covered the boiling pot on the stove. His stew was coming along nicely. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was filling, which is really all that he needed. It was a tough day in the mines, a tunnel was in danger of collapsing and once again the useless unicorn in charge of this place had sent him in to fix it.
He let out a sigh as he brushed what dirt he could out of his grey fur. He should have taken a shower when he had gotten back, but his stomach had overruled his brain. Running his hooves through his black mane to get it into a semblance of order, he took a quick look around his house, if he could call it that.
It only had three rooms, a bathroom, bedroom, and combined kitchen and living room. A fire was blazing away in his heater, warding off the cold that already seemed to be staying around. Stalliongrad wasn't the best place to live before the Princesses fell, and afterwards it had gotten even worse. But no matter, this was his home, and he was happy to have at least that. Granite returned to the stove, adjusting the temperature as he began to hum a simple tune.
It was a song his mother had hummed when she would cook, and it brought a warmth to him wholly different than the fire. It reminded him of days when he didn’t live alone, when he did something other than work, eat, and sleep. Days when he had prospects and opportunities bigger than simply existing. Slowly, his whistling died away, the memories it brought up too bright to be sullied by what his life had become.
As his voiced trailed off, he heard voices from outside. Eyebrows furrowing, he looked over to the sturdy locks on his door. Generally anypony outside at this time was in a gang or the guard, and either one was bad news. He stood there in silence for a bit, trying to figure out what they were saying.
Ears twitching, Granite cocked his head. He couldn't be hearing what he thought he was hearing. A group of mares? Young ones at that? That didn't make any sense. No mares of their apparent age lived in this area, and it was common knowledge that one shouldn't be out after dark. Moving as silently as he could, he made his way towards the window that overlooked the street, dimming the lights as went. Waiting a couple seconds to be sure his movement didn't cause a reaction, he pulled the curtains back just enough to peek out.
Sure enough he saw five figures moving down the street, one of them pulling what seemed like a small wagon behind them. From what little he could tell from the streetlights, they did all seem to be young mares, just like he thought. Granite bit his lip as he looked at them, unable to stop himself from thinking what would happen to them if they stayed out. If they were lucky? They might have whatever they were carrying stolen. If they were unlucky? Well… it wasn't worth thinking about. Granite groaned as he moved to his door, pulling back the thick deadlocks that held it shut. Curse his bleeding heart, he was sure this would come back to bite him in the ass somehow. They could be burglars or con artists or something. He was probably just getting himself robbed… But with a sigh, he noticed that thought didn’t stay his hoof one bit.
Opening the door, he peered outside, making sure there weren't any obvious undesirables he could see, before opening his mouth. "Hey!" he shout-whispered as loud as he dared. "What are you doing outside!? Get in here! Now!"
The mares stopped, moving closer to each other as their voices died down to whispers. Every now and then one of them would glance his way before turning back. Granite bit his lip, once again looking up and down the street, he didn't have time for this. "Listen!" he said a little bit louder this time, stepping fully out onto his meagre porch. "It's not safe out here at night, if I have to drag you in here kicking and screaming I will, but I'm not going to let you stay outside."
The mares looked at each other once again, nodding in sync as they resumed their walk down the street, this time heading towards him. Granite let out a sigh of relief, his body still tensed up in case something unexpected happened. He didn't even move as the mares brushed past him, one of them must be a unicorn as the wagon floated up the steps in a blue magic cloud. Even this close, he didn't get a good look at them, and could only hope he wouldn't regret his actions when he turned around.
When the last of the mares entered the house, he quickly followed her in, shutting the door immediately and bolting it shut once again. Looking at the flaking paint on the door, he could hear the mares shuffling around behind him. He didn't know what to do, he's not a father, should he yell at them for being irresponsible? What if they were frightened? Then that would probably make the situation even worse. Groaning, he pinched his brow, already feeling a headache coming on. Well, he couldn't just do nothing, and finding out why they were outside in the first place was probably a good place to start.
"Would you girls mind tell…" he said as he turned around, extending his hoof towards them. Only to find his voice trailing off completely as he saw what exactly he let into his home. There were five young mares, as expected, but what he didn't expect was for all of them to look so drop-dead sexy.
He was quite large for a stallion, but these mare's probably didn't even come up to his withers, meaning they were even younger than he thought.They were all dressed in matching filly scout outfits, except these seemed to hug their tight young bodies a bit more than he remembered. Two of them seemed to be twins. With silver coats, powder blue manes, and pale yellow eyes, they were some stallion's wet dreams. Their bodies were lithe, but still he could see the way their plot and hips swelled outwards. The pony standing next to them was another pegasus, with a wine coat, red mane, and intense brown eyes, she was staring at him in a way that made him feel much smaller than he was. And with a body as powerfully built as hers, she was a mare he would rather avoid crossing.
The next mare in the line was a beige earth pony, with a two toned brown mane and green eyes, and the way she was standing slightly in front of the rest seemed to signify that she was in charge. She was the largest of the five, and seemed to be as powerfully built as the pegasus while still maintaining a very womanly figure. She was the oldest of the five, maybe by two or three years. The last mare was a unicorn, who was pressed tightly against the earth pony's side, with a forest green coat, blonde mane, and caring blue eyes, he couldn't but think she was adorable.
They stared at him in silence for a while, eyeing his outstretched hoof with unreadable expressions. Granite looked back and forth between his hoof and the mares a few times before lowering it to the ground.
"Sorry," he said, trying to hold back a blush from his face. Any stallion would be lucky to have one of these mares in his house, and he had all five? When did his luck start to turn around? Shaking his head, he banished those thoughts, he was helping them, nothing else. "Didn't mean to frighten you. But please, would you girls please tell me what you're doing out so late? You should know that it's not safe."
The mares all traded looks, the earth pony eventually taking a step forward, the unicorn still plastered to her side. "We're visiting from out of town, we didn't know things were so bad here," she paused. "We're thankful that you were kind enough help us."
Granite glanced to the side, noticing the stew was steaming again. "Don't worry about it, anypony would have done the same," he said as he made his way to the stove, pulling the lid off and stirring it around.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that," the earth pony replied, a strange lilt to her voice.
"Well, any decent pony," Granite said back, once again replacing the lid and turning back to the mares. "I'm Granite, one of the foreponies for the mine, nothing else worth mentioning. Can I ask your names? It looks like you'll be staying the night, so we may as well get to know each other."
The earth pony cocked her head, a strange look crossing her face. "I'm Safe Venture, but call me Sally. The unicorn attached to my hip is Emerald, we call her Em," she gestured towards the pegasi. "The twins are Wisp and Sprite, don't try telling them apart at first, that'll come in time. The last is Firebrand, she has a temper so I wouldn't try anything with her."
"Good to meet you all," Granite replied. "Feel free to take your bags off, I don't have much room, but you're free to make use of whatever's there. "
"Thank you," Sally replied. ”Let me assure you, we'll be the best guests you ever had." With that said the mares seemed all too eager to place all their bags in their wagon, swiftly moving it to an out of the way corner.
Granite turned back to the stove, once again tending his stew as he tried to take his mind off of the five gorgeous young mares exploring his apartment. He didn't mind really, he had nothing to hide, except for his stash of dirty magazines which were safely hidden away underneath his mattress. Suddenly, he felt two lithe bodies press against either side of him, causing him to tense as twin powder blue manes peaking up at the corners of his vision.
"Watcha cooking?" one of the twins asked, her voice light and airy.
"Smells pretty good!" the other one said in exactly the same voice her sister had.
"Just some stew," Granite replied, trying to ignore the feel of the tight young bodies pressed against his sides. From this touch alone her could tell how thin their uniforms were, their svelte forms easily curving against his own. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying this as much as he was, but what stallion wouldn't enjoy having two beautiful mares touching him like this? And the way their tails were brushing along his plot, the strands just tickling the edge of his crotch. Granite felt his face heat up, his own tail twitching as the twins pressed even tighter against him. He paused in his cooking as a thought occurred to him, why not just enjoy this? They were the ones who initiated the contact, nopony could fault him for continuing it. Slowly, the tension bled out of his body. Yeah, why not enjoy this?
"Here, try some. Tell me if it needs more salt," Granite said, lifting a spoonful of the broth out of the pot
"Yes please!" the twin on his right said, opening her mouth as the stallion brought the food-laden spoon closer.
Granite couldn't help but blush as the mare's pale yellow eyes locked onto his, a teasing glint in them as her mouth closed around the spoon. As soon as the broth hit her tongue the mare let out an erotic moan, her eyelids fluttering as she licked the spoon clean. His mouth open slightly in shock, Granite slowly pulled the spoon away, the mare's tongue darting out of her mouth to lick her lips.
"Thats delicious!" the twin exclaimed, her face breaking out into a huge smile. She reached out and grabbed Granite's hoof, the slight mare having a surprising amount of strength as she guided the stallion's hoof back to the pot. "Here, try it sis!"
Granite didn't resist as the mare kept ahold of his hoof, refilling the spoon then guiding it towards the other twin. His face got even hotter as the other twin closed her mouth over the spoon, the motion seeming much more sensual than necessary. Her eyes captured his, a smile on her lips as she swallowed the stew.
"Oh wow you're right!" she said, pressing herself even tighter against him. "How'd we get so lucky, finding a stallion that can cook!"
"Well it's just my mom's recipe, nothing special," Granite replied, trying to will his blush back into nonexistence.
"Just take the compliment!" the other twin said, using his hoof to bop him on the nose, taking the oppurtunity to lean even more into him. "But if your cooking is this good, I can't even imagine what your moms is like."
Granite gave a humourless chuckle. "Well, you'd have to find her first. I managed to get her a ticket out of here before it became too expensive. All I know is she went south, hopefully she managed to make it to Ponyville," he paused, taking a deep breath. "it's been really lonely without her here. She remembered when this town used to be great, back when she was a foal, She was convinced I'd be raising my own family here, but, well, you can see how that dream turned out," he let out a shaky sigh. "Sorry, I didn't mean to ruin the mood, let's just forget about that okay?"
The twins shared a look before nuzzling the larger stallion, each of them taking a supreme amount of satisfaction out of the way they felt his cheeks heat up once again. Each of them extended a wing over him, covering him in a blanket of downy feathers. Granite could feel his body relax as warmth from the twins slowly seeped into him, their gentle nuzzles doing wonders for his troubled mind.
"That's okay, Granite," the twin on his right said, her muzzle teasing along his jawline.
"Yeah," the other continued, nibbling the side of his neck. "Everything's about to change for the better now, you can trust us on that."
Granite felt a smile tug at his lips, not even bothering to stop the mares from continuing to cuddle against him. The smile stayed on his lips as he put the last of the spices into the pot. He knew assurances from teenagers from out of town shouldn't feel as reassuring as they did, But nonetheless, it was greatly appreciated.
"It just needs to simmer for a bit longer," Granite said, a noticeably happier tone in his voice.
"Alright, let's go sit down in front of the heater, the other girls can handle the rest" the twin on his right said, nudging him away from the stove. The twin on the other side did the same, the two of them easily able to herd the larger stallion out of the kitchen.
"But you're my guests, I should be serving you," Granite protested vocally, but not really resisting the twins as they lead him to his living room.
"Oh please," left twin said. "You've done more than enough already, let us take care of you for a bit."
"Yeah, you wouldn't tell us no would you?" Right twin continued, batting her eyelashes at the now blushing stallion.
Granite gulped, trying to fight back the rising heat in his cheeks. "W-well, I guess if you girls insist..."
"There's a good stallion," right twin giggled, gently pushing him the last couple steps.
Rounding the corner, Granite saw the rest of the girls hadn't been doing nothing. They had ransacked his closet, turning his living room floor into a pile of blankets and excess pillows. Already Firebrand was nestled next to the heater, closing the door as she finished tossing another log onto it.
"Finally got our savior out of the kitchen?" Firebrand chuckled, her voice much scratchier than the twins.
Both twins giggled, affectionately nuzzling him.
"Yeah, our strapping stallion here insisted on serving us himself," left twin said. "Such a gentlestallion," right twin continued, both of them look at him with matching grins.
Granite couldn't help but stammer at the compliments, not bothering to resist as the twins pulled up a couple pillows for them all to lay on. It didn't take them long to settle in, Granite settling down on his barrel, spooned on either side by the twin pegasi.
"There's plenty of other blankets," Granite said, wriggling slightly as the warm bodies pressed against him. "You don't have to share one with me."
Left twin rolled her eyes. "Oh please, are you saying that you want us to do this?"
Granite shuffled nervously The truth was, he really didn't want them to leave. They were so soft and warm, not to mention the way they molded to his body seemed to make him feel more comfortable than he had been in years. But still, he must be twenty years older than them, it felt kind of weird letting girls young enough to be his daughters snuggle him in such an intimate way. "W-well, I'm just saying…" he said lamely, his voice trailing off as his blush grew bolder.
Right twin lifted a delicate hoof to his chin, pulling him to face her. Her beautiful pale yellow eyes bored into his, showing a confidence that surprised him. "And if I said we wanted to stay where we were?" wriggling against him for emphasis.
Granite gulped. "I-I wouldn't say no."
Firebrand let out a loud cackle, her brown eyes sparkling. "So he admits he enjoys being sandwiched between the twins. Let me tell you, you're not the only one here who does," her voice was light and teasing, eyes sparkling with honest amusement.
"It is nice," Granite found himself admitting, his mouth moving before his brain caught up.
"Awww…" both twins sighed, hugging the stallion with all their might.
Firebrand chuckled at the stallion's now tomato-red face, the poor guy was obviously completely unused to attention like this. "So Granite," she said as the stallion finally seemed to start to get comfortable. "Mind telling us why a guy like you is single? I'd imagine any mare’d be lucky to have you."
Granite looked embarrassedly at the floor, such a blatant compliment on his character was something he hadn't gotten in a long, long time. "Thanks for saying that," he replied, giving Firebrand an honest smile.
It took him a few seconds to realize it was an honest question, and looking at the mares pressed against his sides it looked like they were waiting for an answer too. It was a rather personal question she was asking, but what was the harm in answering it? They'd be gone tomorrow morning anyway. "Well, you girls know how it is, it's rough out there. I really haven't been looking if I'm honest, but even if I was, I don't think it'd be a good relationship. Some days, I work sixteen hour shifts, and am on call in case of an emergency every night. I really don't have the time to be a coltfriend," his tail flicked back and forth, the words starting to come easier to him.
"Not to mention I'd want some foals. My mother always said I'd be a great father, she'd always wanted some grandfoals to spoil rotten. But this isn't the world I'd like to raise them in. Especially not in a city like this, can you imagine if they got out at night? I'm surprised you girls lasted until I saw you, somepony younger wouldn't have a chance," the stallion sighed deeply. "Hopefully it changes, but by then I may be too old to have foals of my own."
"How would you feel about adoption?" Firebrand asked, cocking her head to the side.
Granite paused, how did he feel about adoption? It was one of those things that he never really thought about, orphanages in Stalliongrad were nonexistent, and children on the streets were usually rounded up by the guards to be pressed into work gangs or shipped off to who knows where. It just wasn't one of those things that happened here. But still… could he think of another pony's foal as his own? He shifted slightly in thought.
"Yeah," he said slowly, starting to nod his head. "Yeah, if things get better, I think I'd consider it."
The three pegasi grinned, the twins hugging him even harder as Firebrand gave him a beaming smile.
"For what it's worth," the twin on his right said. "I think you'd be a great father." The twin on his left nodded against him, draping her wings over the stallion. Granite reached his hooves over them, pulling them closer to his massive form as he returned the hug. Firebrand rolled her eyes at the affectionate display, but couldn't keep the smile off her face.
"Enough about me though," he eventually said. "I want to know more about you girls. But first, I don't want to keep referring to you two as left twin and right twin in my head."
The two of them giggled, not at all put off by his inability to tell them apart. "I'm Wisp," right twin said. "And I'm Sprite, but don't feel bad if you get mixed up, it's pretty hard to tell us apart. " left twin continued.
Granite shook his head. "Do you know how similar everypony looks in the mines? I can tell them apart there, I'm sure I can do the same for you girls."
Both of them giggled. "Well, I'm sure we'll figure out a proper reward for you if you manage to do it," Sprite said. The teasing tones in their voices were back, causing the stallion to squirm as they flicked their tails across his backside, the strands tickling along his cutie mark. Granite chuckled too, unable to stop the cheer from the giggling mares from affecting him.
"Oh! Almost forgot!" Wisp exclaimed, peeling herself off Granite's side.
The stallion's brow furrowed, disappointment filling him as the comfortable presence of the mare left. He didn't like this, he had already grown used to having them pressed against him, and it was noticeably cooler without her. He watched as Wisp rummaged through their wagon, eventually pulling out a brightly colored cardboard box. She turned around, swiftly trotting back to the heater and re-plastering herself to the stallion's side.
"Here," she said, placing the box down in front of him.
"Pinkie's Thin Mints, Extra Strength version. Sure to get you lots of creamy, creamy frosting!" Granite cocked his head, "Cookies?"
"Mhm!" Sprite said, reaching forward to open up the box, pulling out a sleeve of cookies. "Here try one, they're my favorite!"
"Cookies before dinner?" he asked, picking one up, inspecting the chocolate disk. "I'm not sure that's the correct order."
The twins gave him matching puppy dog stares, their eyes seemingly doubling in size as they looked at him. "I think you can eat one or two, you're a big stallion. I doubt that will ruin your appetite," Sprite said, a pleading tone in her voice. "Yeah! And we helped make them too! We want to know what you think!" Wisp added.
Granite felt what little resolve he had crumble at the face of such adorableness. "Well, I guess one wouldn't hurt." He tossed the cookie into his mouth, moaning as the minty deliciousness invaded his mouth.He was unable to keep a smile of his face as he chewed, the taste seemed to remind him of home and comfort. A warm feeling spread through his body as he continued to grin, swallowing the cookie with a gulp.
"Wow," he said. "Thats one of the best cookies I ever had."
The twin's faces lit up, once again hugging him as they squealed in joy.
Granite blushed again, not knowing why his praise seemed to make them so happy, but not really minding it either. Chuckling embarrassedly, he reached for another cookie, tossing it into his mouth with no hesitation. Just as he finished chewing, he sensed another pony behind him, turning his head around to see Emerald holding a loaf of bread in her magic.
"Excuse me sir," she said, stepping next to the twins before setting the loaf of bread down next to the heater. "I brought you a drink," she continued afterwards, floating a glass in front of him.
Granite cocked his head, looking at the glass floating in front of him. It had been a long time since he had seen a unicorn use their magic like this, especially for an earth pony like him. Not that Stalliongrad had a lot of unicorns, but still, it was a rather refreshing change than the whip or crop the unicorns in charge of the mine tended to carry. His thoughts trailed off as he saw the hurt look start to spread across Emerald's face. She began to float the glass away from him, doing her best to not show how it affected her.
"Wait." he murmured, extending a hoof to grip the mare's shoulder. "I'm sorry, it's just I've become a little wary of unicorn magic over the years, but you're different, I shouldn't be treating you the same."
A small smile spread across Emerald's face as she floated the glass back to him. Giving her a gentle grin, Granite clutched the glass with his fetlock, quickly draining it in a few quick gulps. "Thank you," he said, placing the glass down next to him. Then, acting on instinct, he reached up and pulled the unicorn into a hug. It was a little awkwardly positioned, but Emerald soon did her best to return it. Granite held her to him for a while, the teenager nuzzling into his chest as he started to brush her mane with a hoof, the same way his mom used to do for him.
This is nice, Granite found himself thinking. Surrounded by the warmth of clingy pegasi, comforting another filly. Emerald seemed so delicate that he just wanted to cuddle her close to him, fall asleep with her draped across his barrel, or bundled in his arms, someplace he could make sure she was safe.
Eventually, the hug ran its course, and despite not really wanting to, Granite let the mare go. She pulled back with a much happier look on her face, giving the stallion a genuine smile. Granite cocked his head, looking at the wooden heater and the loaf of bread.
"You girls ever have camp toast?" he asked.
All of the mares present responded in the negative.
"Well, go and grab the butter from the kitchen and I'll show you girls how to make it."
Happy to be of service, Emerald trotted back to the kitchen, quickly returning with the butter as well as a knife.
"Here," he said, grabbing ahold of the knife as she set the butter down next to him. He pulled a slice of bread away from the load, quickly lathering one side of it in butter. "Now this is the hard part girls, if you mess this up, you ruin it. Luckily, my mom taught me the trick to get it right every time."
The four mares watched him, eager to see the great wisdom he was about to lay down upon them.
Granite bit his lip, focussing as intensely as possible as he held the bread over the heater. He paused, licking his lips, the mares leaning forward to see what he was about to do. And then, after a dramatic pause, he let go of the bread, plopping it down onto the heater. The mare's blinked in confusion, turning to see the stallion with a teasing smirk on his face. Wisp let out a huff, bopping the stallion with a wing as he half heartedly tried to defend himself, the stallion not bothering to stop the laughter that began to spill from him.
Sprite turned around and tackled, him, her efforts combining with her sister as they rolled the stallion onto his back. "I can't believe you just got us hyped up for nothing!" Wisp said angrily, batting the stallion with her wings along with her sister. Granite only laughed harder, wriggling as the mare's feathers tickled him but still full of satisfaction at having pulled one over on them. He let out a small oof as Firebrand leapt into the fray as well, adding her own wings to the mass assaulting him. Granite couldn't remember the last time he laughed this hard. It seemed like years and years of tension were melting away amidst a flurry of teenage wings.
Letting out a playful roar, Granite wrapped his arms around all three of the mares, pulling them to him in a bone-crushing hug. The three mares let out matching squeals, legs kicking and flailing as they tried to free themselves. But in the end, they didn't have a chance. Granite had been working in the mines since he was a colt, he had more than enough strength to subdue three measly teenagers.
Granite twisted, now straddling the three of them. Looking down on the pinned mares, he gave them a devilish smik. Hooves lancing downwards, he began to tickle them mercilessly the mares squealing as they fruitlessly tried to escape him. Their hooves batted at him, bouncing off as they tried to push him off of them.
"I don't think you girls are really in a position to complain are you?" Granite chuckled, digging his hooves into their sides as they continued to squeal.
Suddenly, another set of hooves shoved Granite, finally managing to push the stallion off the pinned mares. He impacted the blankets with a meaty thump, turning around to see a slightly admonishing Sally standing in the kitchen. Emerald was next to her, six bowls of soup floating in her magic.
"Alright you trouble-makers," Sally said, giving the pegasi and Granite an admonishing look. "Settle down, it's time for dinner."
Blushing, the four of them resettled in front of the heater, the twins once again pressed against his sides. He didn't see fit to argue, they were the ones who made the choice to lay back down next to him. And it was pretty chilly, which was easily cured by clingy pegasi; Emerald then placed steaming bowls of stew in front of all of them, before laying down next to Sally. They were arranged in a tight semicircle around his small heater, the cold preventing them from having a decent amount of personal space. Emerald's horn litup again, putting on some more toast and pulling off the slices that were done.
Granite cuddled into his nest of blankets and pegasi, not knowing a better way to eat his dinner. A sense of warmth had permeated his body, the soft chatter of the teenagers bringing a permanent smile to his face. Growing even wider as Emerald floated a piece of toast into his bowl. It was a surprisingly peaceful dinner, all of them enjoying each other's presence. When his bowl was finally empty, Granite took the chance to look around the room. He had eaten his share the fastest, no surprise there, and the rest of them were still munching away at theirs. It would definitely be a shame when they left in the morning. It was fun having them around, much more entertaining that just being by himself.
He looked each of the mares up and down, once again noting how well their outfits seemed to compliment their figures. Hugging their young bodies and showing off their curves. Did they have someone to take care of them? They certainly deserved it. He picked up another of the cookies, popping the treat into his mouth.
"Checking out my cutiemark?" Firebrand suddenly said, breaking him from his thoughts.
"Whuh?" Granite responded, not really aware of what she said.
Firebrand have him a teasing smirk, flicking her skirt upwards with her tail, revealing the wine colored fur and a hint of her cutie mark. "I said, if you wanted to see my cutiemark, you could just ask."
Granite didn't respond immediately, to preoccupied with the flash of panties he saw to formulate one.
The pegasus moved her bowl to a safe spot and stood up, sashaying her way in front of the stallion. Granites mouth went dry, Firebrand was slinking towards him like she was coming out of a wet dream. Her eyes were locked on his and her hips swayed from side to side, her tail flicking his cheek as she turned around.
"You only had to ask," she purred, striking a pose in front of him. With one of her wings, she reached under her skirt, pulling it upwards with a slow, drawn out motion.
Inch after inch of wine colored fur was revealed, showing of her toned legs until her cutie mark was finally exposed. It was some multi-colored sparks, similar to fireworks. It made sense considering her name, but Granite was a bit more enthralled by the hint of panties he could see. They were lacey, he could tell that much, and were just hidden by the mares skirt.
"It show's my talent for getting things started," Firebrand chuckled, pulling up her skirt just a bit more to show off the curve of her plot. She only did so for a moment before letting her skirt go, the fabric covering her modesty once again.
A brief spike of guilt shot through Granite at ogling her like that, but once again, she was the one who initiated it. At the end of the day he was a stallion, and would always appreciate a good show. He found himself nodding to himself, yeah, as long as he didn't pressure them into anything, it would be fine.
"Ohh! My turn to show him!" Wisp said, peeling herself off of his side.
Granite was once again disappointed as his side was exposed to the chilly air, but his complaint died in his throat when she pulled up her skirt, revealing a little blue glowing ball with wings coming out of it for her cutie mark, shaking it back and forth a few times as she explained her and her sisters talent for guiding ponies or finding lost things. Of course Granite didn't notice how her plot jiggled with the motion, he was a gentlestallion after all.
The others then followed in their examples, each taking a turn to show the stallion their cutie marks as well as tease him a bit. Emerald had a thorny rose, which was more symbolic of her skill in drama than nature magic. She was a much more petite mare than the others, but no less attractive.
Wisp reached down and nudged his own flank, brushing the odd wooden contraption fate had graced him with maybe a touch more intimacy than necessary. “So what’s yours, an’ what’s it supposed to mean?”
He shook himself free of his previous line of thought as the other girls all shifted or craned their necks to look at his flanks. Fighting down a bit of a blush at the scrutiny he glanced back at the well known shape of his cutiemark. “It’s a treadwheel crane. An earth pony machine that dates back almost as far as Equestria does. Ponies stand inside the round parts and turn them by walking, the treadwheels use that power to lift loads much heavier than the ponies could lift singly, using a pulley lift. Two big earth ponies could lift… four to six times their own weight using these, and spend a long day doing it if needed. Way more material could be moved than unicorns could levitate up the same distances.”
“Ooooooooh,” The mares chimed in appreciatively and he blushed a bit more at their participation in his storytelling. “Canterlot was built using cranes like this. All that stone was hauled up the slopes from the quarries on the backs and hooves of earth ponies, using simple mechanics to do wonders.Bet you guys didn't learn that in any unicorn-run school,” He smiled, feeling a certain warmth from describing the history of the venerable device on his flank. “For me personally, it stands for my talent at cooperative labor. I’m good at managing groups and figuring out neat little ways to increase productivity.” He grinned and gestured for the others to continue the game, missing the subtle glance shared between Sally and Wisp before the earth pony mare clambered to her hooves..
Sally had a lit torch for a cutie mark, which made sense as she was the leader of their group, and whose tail seemed to flick in just the right way to draw his attention to her curves. Still, there was laughs and gentle teasing all around. Good natured catcalls and whoops from the girls as they cheered each other on. They all seemed to appreciate the other's poses just as much as Granite himself did, doing wonders to remove the last of the stallion's reservations about ogling them.
When Sally laid back down, Sprite got up, striking a similar pose to her sister. With a wingtip, she pulled up her skirt, revealing the same cutiemark her sister had, except a green ball instead of a blue one.
"Mmm," Wisp said, her mouth right next to Granite's ear. "Doesn't she look delicious?"
"Mmhmm," Granite agreed, swallowing another cookie. Sprite really was an impressive looking mare, all of them were. Any stallion their age would be lucky to date them. Wisps tail flicked across his cutie mark, the strands tickling the sensitive skin. He didn't pay it much mind until the tip of it flicked against his balls, the heavy orbs drooping low in his sack.
Everything seemed to slow down for him, the world coming to a standstill as Granite realized, that without a doubt, he was hard. His cock was sandwiched between him and the blankets, and he could already feel a healthy smearing of his pre against his chest. He gulped, looking around at the giggling mares to see if any of them noticed. It didn't seem like it, but still, that didn't change the fact that his dick was rock hard in the middle of five sexy teenagers!
"Excuse me," he said quickly, pushing himself away from the cuddling Wisp. "I uh… should probably take a shower, you girls just enjoy yourselves alright?" He didn't stay to listen to their responses, doing his best to hide his bobbing erection as he all but ran towards his bathroom.
"Oh poo," he heard Wisp mutter just as he closed the door.
His heart was racing, and not in a good way, as he turned on the shower. He made it as cold as possible, and considering the weather, that was quite cold indeed. What was he doing?! By Celestia they must think he's a huge pervert, getting a boner like that. There was no way they didn't see it during his retreat back here, how could he look them in the eyes now?
Granite stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed and wincing as the ice-cold water washed over him. But still, he let out a sigh of relief as the arousal left his body, the comfortable, awkward warmth now being replaced by a calming chill. What was he going to say to them? 'Hey, I'm sorry I got hard looking at you girls, it's just something that stallions do you know?' Sighing, he slowly bonked his head on the tiled wall. cursing his stupidity.
"Excuse me, Granite?" Sally said through the door, knocking on it a few times. "Can I talk to you?"
Granite let out another sigh, may as well get it over with. "Sure, come on in. The door doesn't lock." He gulped as the door opened, waiting for the tongue lashing that was sure to follow.
"I think I should start by saying I'm sorry," he said, wanting to get that out of the way.
To his surprise, Sally giggled in response. "What? That you got a hard on for us? Please, we know how we look, I'm surprised it took you as long as it did. It really is quite touching really. And besides, we were enjoying the view of you as much as you were enjoying the view of us."
Granite was shocked into silence, this was not a response he had expected.
"Listen, I told the girls to tone the teasing down a bit. We may have been coming on a little strong. You're the most attractive stallion we've seen in a long time, and a really nice guy on top of that!. Not to mention you can cook! We may have let our instincts override our brains you know?"
Granite sighed. "Well, I didn't do anything to discourage the teasing either, so it's partly my fault too. I should've been more responsible. Its just… been a long time since I had meaningful female company, you're the first mares to step hoof in this house in three years, its like you said, my instincts overrode my brain."
Sally giggled again. "I still find it hard to believe that a stallion like you hasn't been snatched up yet."
Granite chuckled. "Thanks Sally,it means a lot to me to hear you say that."
There was some shuffling in the bathroom, but Granite couldn't tell what it meant. His brow furrowed in confusion and he opened his mouth to ask what was happening, but another figure slipping into the shower in front of him swiftly made it die in his throat.
"Gah! What are you doing in this water! You're gonna get sick!" Sally shouted as she turned up the water temperature. She groaned in relief as the water finally got to a proper temperature, running her hooves through her mane to make sure it was properly wettened.
"What are you doing!?" Granite responded, the sight of Sally with her mane plastered to her svelte neck was doing things to him that he had been trying to prevent.
"Helping you get clean, duh." Sally said back, giving him a 'what else would I be doing' look. "I'm an earth pony too, I know how hard it is to do it yourself."
Granite's mouth opened and closed a few times, the sense of warmth that had fled from him had now begun to makes its presence known again. He couldn't stop his eyes from roaming up and down Sally's form, her curvy, naked figure was beautiful, looking even more enticing than she did in her outfit.
"Listen, Granite, I got in here cause I wanted too. Now are you going to tell me to get out? Because if not, I think we should start getting you clean."
Once again Granite tried to formulate a response, but the conflicting voices in his head were making it hard. Here he was sitting in a shower with a mare half his age, offering to help him get clean. If they weren't careful, he'd wind up in the same position he just escaped from. But on the other hoof, she was right, it was always a pain to shower by himself. And she was the one offering.
"Alright," he finally said. "But please tell me if I do something that crosses a line, okay?"
Sally nodded, giving him a smirk. "No problem! Now turn around, let me get your back."
Granite did so, sitting down, letting the warm water rain down on him. Sally didn't hesitate, sitting down right behind him with him in between her spread legs. She slid forwards, pressing her body against his. Granite gave her a look, but didn't protest, not resisting as she began to run her hooves through his coat.
Sally's hooves were magical as they began to massage his scalp, tension bleeding from his body as the mare went about her work. She giggled as he leaned into her hooves, happily obliging the stallion with some more scratches. Slowly, her hooves worked their way from his scalp down his back, working out all the knots that had built up over the years.
"Wow," Granite groaned out, overcome with bliss from the massage/
Sally giggled, working on a particularly tight knot in between his shoulder blades. "When was the last time you took the time to stretch or something? Some yoga would do you wonders."
"Well, it's not like I can just walk down the street," Granite replied sassily.
Sally bopped him on the back of the head. "Shush you."
Her hooves worked down to his cutie marks, fondling his well-muscled plot. Sally let out an appreciative murmur, happy at finally being able to touch the plot she had been staring at all night.
"Still washing me? Or are you just copping a feel?" Granite snarked, but not moving away from the intimate touch.
"Yes," Sally replied, giving him a smile as she continued to rub the supple flesh in small circles. She slid forwards, adjusting her stance so she could plant her barrel on his back, reaching around his front to start rubbing his chest. Granite raised an eyebrow at the additional contact, but the innocent look Sally gave him in reply made him choose not to comment. It was really nice, Sally's body was soft against his, her womanly curves folding around his hard edges. Even with her additional weight, he didn't budge, easily able to support her.
"You really do have a hot body," Sally murmured into his ear, blatantly feeling him up. "The best I've seen in a long, long time."
Granite moaned, the mare's caresses sending pulses of arousal through him. He knew that this was crossing a line somewhere, but he couldn't bring himself to care. She was the one fondling him, not the other way around. And her hooves just felt… so… good…
"Well, I do try to keep in shape," Granite responded.
Sally nibbled on his ear, wringing a gasp from the helpless stallion. "And I assure you it is very..." she whispered, her voice dripping with eroticism. She dragged her hoof down his chest, "...appreciated."
Granite groaned,a full body shudder coursing through him. Breaking into a moan when Sally's hoof brushed against his painfully hard shaft. His eyes shot open, shifting as he tried to get away from the mare.
Not again! he thought, guilt starting to fill him.
"Shhhh… Shhhhh…" Sally murmured into his ear, holding him still. "It's okay, I'm not mad." She brought her other hoof downwards, gentle fondling his heavy sack.
"I'm sorry.." Granite said, his voice trailing off as Sally's hoof began to slowly stroke his shaft.
"Don't apologize Granite.It only means you find me attractive, I can't take offense to that," Sally replied, keeping up a steady rhythm. "It's okay, you've been teased a lot tonight. It's no wonder you can't hold back anymore."
Granite groaned again, his breath coming in short, quick gasps. It had been so long since anypony except himself had touched his shaft, and Sally's soft hooves seemed to be hitting every sweet spot he had. He could feel his pre starting to run down his shaft, Sally spreading the thick lubricant with her stroking hooves.
"Let me take care of you okay?" Sally offered. "Let me show you how much I appreciate you taking us girls in for the night. You don't have to worry about offending me, I want to do this." Throughout all of this her stroking hooves didn't stop, playing the stallion's twitching shaft like a puppet.
Granite knew he wasn't thinking straight, the cloud of lust settling over his head preventing that. And once again, he found himself not caring. Her hooves just felt divine on his aching shaft. They were so much softer than his own, and already were milking his cock to its full length.
"Please…" he finally groaned out.
"Mmmm," Sally cooed, her smile evident in her voice. "I'm going to enjoy this as much as you are."
The hoof stroking his shaft kept moving, twisting slightly as it moved up and down. A soft schlicking sound started to be heard over the shower, the mares hoof travelling all the way from the base of his cock to the top with every stroke. it was a languid, but urgent pace. Never slowing, never stopping, even as Granite began to squirm. Her other hoof fondled his drooping balls, massaging the tender orbs.
"You have a beautiful cock," Sally murmured worshipfully into his ear. "The other girls are going to be so jealous.when I tell them about it."
It truly was a cock worthy of praise. It was almost as long as her leg, and just as thick as it. Veins bulged along its entire length, causing the whole thing to twitch with the stallion's powerful heartbeat. The flare and medial ring were just as impressive, and would prove more than a challenge for any mare attempting to take them. His softball sized balls were equally as perfect, drooping with his seed, showing just how virle the stallion in her hooves really was. Sally could feel the heat emanating from them, and even without Pinkie's cookies she was sure they contained enough cum to satisfy a dozen mares.
Granite was groaning continuously, the slow steady rhythm of Sally's hoof was so different than his own frenzied motions when masturbated. Her other hoof continued to rub his aching balls, doing her best to milk his cum out of him.
"Such a good stallion," Sally cooed, her warm breath tickling his ears. "Don't hold back okay? Just let it out."
Granite let out an affirmative moan. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, pulling up against his crotch as they prepared to release their load. He wanted to hold back, Sally's hoof just felt so good. But he couldn't do it, her persistent strokes were driving him over the edge faster than he could fight it.
With a loud moan, the dam broke, Granite's cum erupting from his cock in a thick stream. The first rope alone lasted several seconds, splattering the wall in front of him in a thick covering of his seed. he twitched and shuddered in Sally's grip, groaning with every flexing of his massive tool. Her hoof didn't stop moving, persistently milking him as Sally let out an appreciative murmur. There was a brief spike of surprise when Sally leaned down and captured his lips with her own. her talented mouth easily managed to coax out the stallion's tongue, drawing it into her mouth in an intimate dance.
Sally languidly kissed him as Granite continued to cum, rope after rope of his baby-batter spraying against the wall as her hoof drained his balls. The stallion's tongue was inexperienced, but clearly eager, the larger muscle easily able to dominate her own. After a while, Sally couldn't help but be shocked at how long Granite was cumming, the torrent of seed seemed to never end. She had never used Pinkie's extra strength cookies before, and after this result she would definitely be doing so in the future.
Eventually, however, the river of cum finally slowed and stopped, the wall of the shower completely covered in Granite's seed. They two of them kept kissing for another few moments, Granite's tongue not wanting to remove itself from the teenager's mouth. Slowly, Granite's cock softened and retreated back into its sheath, Sally's hooves moving themselves to gently rub his chest.
After another eternity, Sally pulled back, breaking the kiss as a thick strand of saliva hung between them. The two of them locked eyes, a gentle, teasing smile on Sally's face and a mildly shocked one on Granites. He opened his mouth to say something, but Sally's shut it with a hoof.
"Shhh… I enjoyed that. Don't panic okay?" Sally said. "You're a good kisser, and I don't regret this in the least."
Granite licked his lips, nervously glancing down at the shower floor for a moment before looking back up at the mare. "Neither did I."
Sally giggled, leaning in to quickly peck the stallion's lips. "Good." She lifted one of his balls, "feeling properly empty? I wouldn't mind helping you out again if you need it."
Granite rolled his eyes, but chuckled nonetheless. "I think I'm good for now, but I appreciate the offer."
"Bummer," Sally replied, a teasing smirk on her lips. Causing both of them to giggle once again.
"Well," Granite said as their laughter died down. "I think uhh… we should clean up before we get out." He glanced towards his cum still staining the shower wall, some of it already running towards the drain.
"Yeah…" Sally replied before both of them went to work. Granite could've swore he heard her muttering something about a waste, but chose not to comment.
A short while later the last of his cum was washed down the drain, the thick aroma of sex the only evidence remaining. After turning off the shower, Granite pulled the curtain open for Sally, the mare giving him an appraising look as she walked by him.
She grabbed a towel off of the rack, holding it out to him. "Would the gentlestallion mind drying me off?"
"Not at all," Granite replied as he took the towel from her.
Sally turned back around, pulling her mane her shoulder to expose her back to him. For a brief moment, Granite couldn't help but stare at the gentle curve of the teenager's figure, she truly was a beautiful young mare. But he had a job to do, and he managed to get his thoughts together enough to begin to dry her off.
The fact that he had to run his hooves all over her body to do so meant nothing to him. Nope. Nothing at all.
"So you girls can sleep in front of the heater. You found all the blankets and pillows I have, other than the ones on my bed. And I'm going to need those. It's going to get pretty cold tonight, so you girls may have to snuggle a bit to stay warm."
Sally pulled another towel off the rack, motioning for Granite to turn around. Once he did so she began to dry him off as well.
"What do you mean you need the ones on your bed? You're not sleeping out there with us?" she said as she finished with his mane, starting to work her way down his back.
"I uhh… don't want to make things awkward," Granite replied.
"Oh please, I just gave you a hoofjob. You're not gonna make things awkward. The girls know to keep the teasing down, and if anything does start to get out of hoof I'll be there to stop it." He hooves were spending a little more time on his plot than necessary, but once again Granite chose not to comment.
Granite pursed his lips. Sleeping in separate rooms would be the safer choice, but he couldn't deny the fact that he wanted to sleep with these mares. Despite their teasing, they were fun to be around, and the feeling of having the twins pressed up against his sides was still fresh in his mind.
"Well, as long as you keep the other's in line… I'll sleep on the floor with you girls."
Sally threw her legs around him in a hug. "Thank you! You have no idea how happy that makes me, not to mention the other girls."
"Yeah yeah," Granite said, doing his best to return the hug. "This really is quite a burden for me, I hope you get that."
"You have my eternal gratitude," Sally replied dryly, breaking the hug and walking towards the bathroom door. "Now come on, let's get back before they burn the place down."
"Don't jinx it," Granite said, reaching a hoof forwards to open the door. Giving Sally one last smile, he opened the door, only to reveal chaos in the room beyond.
"Eat this!" one twin shouted, chucking a pillow at her other half, who just so happened to be standing in front of the bathroom door. She caught the speeding pillow full on in the face, tumbling head over hooves backwards with a loud "oof!" Granite knew he should say something to protect his property, but all rational thought died in his head when he saw what position the twin had ended up in.
Her panty-clad plot was sticking up in the air, in the perfect position for him to mount her if he so chose. The lacey-black panties hugged the curve of her tight plot almost religiously, the edges stopping just above her cutiemark. Judging from the blue ball, it was Wisp in front of him. For a brief moment he noticed how her plot jiggled as she came to a stop, but his attention was grabbed by what was in between her cheeks instead. He could easily make out the puffy nether lips of her marehood, the fabric hugging them in a perfect camel toe. It was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen in his life, the memory of it seared into his brain for all eternity. He couldn't stop the blood from rushing to his crotch once again.
"Ooohhh," Wisp groaned. "That one hurt." She shifted around, trying to get back on her hooves, not even knowing the how delicious her movements made her plot look. "What are you looking at?" she asked her sister, finally noticing that Sprite was not staring at her.
"Did ya get her?" Firebrand shouted, leaping into the doorframe next to Sprite.
Granite finally broke his stare at Wisp's ass, looking up to see the two other pegasi were equally as panty-clad as the one prone in front of him.
"Girls! I don't think we should be doing this," Emerald said, trotting into sight, who's uniform had also disappeared. Meaning she was also only wearing a pair of panties.
Granite didn't know what to think, turning his head to look at an equally as confused looking Sally. For a brief moment he wondered why the sight of the naked mare next to him didn't hit him nearly as hard as the panty-clad ones, but he wasn't in a position to question it.
"Alright," Sally said, her voice brokering no nonsense. "We are going to go back into that room, and you girls are going to explain what in Celestia's jiggling plot you were just doing."
***
A short while later, Sally and Granite were staring at four thoroughly cowed looking mares.They hadn't taken the time to put their uniforms on, nor take their panties off, something that Granite both enjoyed and dreaded in equal measures.
"So let me get this straight," Sally said, sitting down with her arms crossed. "Emerald spilled her stew on her uniform and took it off. Firebrand took that as an oppurtunity to do the same thing, but instead of placing it off to the side, she threw it as Wisp."
"It was an accident!" Firebrand interrupted. "It got stuck on my wing!" she waved the offending limb in front of her, showcasing its traitorous nature.
"Shush!" Sally said, swiftly quieting the pegasus, giving her a harsh look before continuing. "And then Wisp, thinking it was Sprite who hit her, hit her in return. Sprite, who had also been taking off her uniform, who didn't get in stuck on her wings mind you, thought it was Firebrand getting back at her for the wet willy she gave her earlier today. So then one thing lead to another, and you three broke out into a pillow fight in our host's living room, while Emerald did her best to get you three back under control."
The four ponies nodded silently.
Sally let out a long sigh, one that she had obviously done many times in the past before turning to Granite and giving him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I thought they would be a touch more responsible than this." The guilty party let out a wince at the tone in Sally's voice.
Granite, who was not at all distracted by the four mares in panties sitting in front of him, took a moment to reply. "Well, uhh… It's not like they broke anything. And I think they learned their lesson too, so I think we can put this behind us."Immediately Granite was assaulted by a wall of feathers, the three pegasi latching onto him in three bone-crushing hugs.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," Wisp chirped happily into his ear, rocking back and forth.
"Not a prob-" Granite tried to respond, only to be cut off by Firebrand redoubling her hug around his throat. "Too tight!" he started to say, his voice trailing off as a blushing Emerald stepped in front of him. She gave him a gentle smile, the action making her face positively angelic. Slowly, she leaned, wrapping her legs around what little space she could as she gave him a hug of her own.
"Thank you," she whispered into his ear, giving him an affectionate nuzzle as she did so.
Granite was speechless for a second, but managed to bring his free foreleg around the petite mare in a soft hug. "No problem." Eventually the mares, now much happier, peeled themselves off of him. He looked around the room, taking note of the time on the wall. "Well, it's getting pretty late, and I think we should all head to bed. I want to get you girls on the earliest train out of here.:
Sally nodded her agreement, and the group set about getting into bed. Granite had a rather large number of pillows and blankets, looted from his mother's house before she left, so each of them were able to build themselves a comfortable nest. They were all pretty close to one another, and Granite had to give more than a few admonishing looks as the mares tried to move a little closer than comfortable to him. But still, while not toasty, they would be warm enough to last the night.
At least, they would have been if the front window hadn't blown open, blasting freezing air into the room beyond.
Granite leapt up immediately, cursing loudly as he slammed the window shut, redoing the bolt with a quick motion. He must have nudged when he first looked at the girl's, curse his stupidity. Sighing, he turned around, the mares all leaning up and looking at him.
"Sorry, that's my mistake," he said, giving them an apologetic look.
The mares murmured sleepily, lying themselves back down as they snuggled deeper into their blankets. Granite stepped gingerly around them on his way back to his own nest, flopping downwards with a groan as he pulled his own blankets over himself. He couldn't help but shiver as the freezing air continued to make its presence known. It wouldn't be the first time he went to sleep in such conditions. His heater would be able to warm the room up again fully in an hour or so, but he wasn't alone tonight.
Sighing, he turned his head to the side, where Wisp's pale yellow eyes were looking at him expectantly. Letting out another breath, he looked to the other side, where both Sprite and Emerald were looking at him.
"Alright, come on, before I change my mind," he said, holding up his blanket. Immediately the five mares leapt underneath, dragging their own pillows behind them. In short order they had all snuggled up to him, his large body possessing just enough real estate for the five of them. Wisp and Sally ended up near his head, while Firebrand and Emerald were cuddled in along his sides, mostly on top of him. Sprite had given up on a pillow entirely, laying her head on his stomach in an impressive display of flexibility.
Granite sighed once again… since when were teenagers so needy? But still, he already felt their warm bodies fighting off the chill, the mares themselves letting out dreamy little breaths as one by one they fell asleep. However, it didn't take him long to realize that if he moved even an inch, he ran the risk of waking everyone of them up. He sighed again, closing his eyes as sleep began to claim him as well. The things he did for these mares.