“I guess everything changes now,” Derpy said, looking at her mates, her face solemn. They stood in the living room, eyeing one another, eyeing the stairs, all of them a little nervous.
“Yes, it does,” Bucky said, taking both of his mares and holding them aloft in his magic. It was simple and effortless on Bucky’s part. Berry Punch gave a nervous giggle and Derpy Hooves let out a low cry of alarm. Bucky moved towards the stairs, the mares in tow, held in his magic aura.
He climbed the stairs slowly, making sure not to bump those he held dear into the walls or the ceiling. He walked slowly and calmly, a stallion that had accepted his fate.
He knew that these mares were going to destroy him. He faced what was ahead with grim determination. He had a terrible shuddering thought about walnuts.
“You know, the alpha usually carries the stallion to the bed,” Berry said.
“I don’t give a damn about traditions,” Bucky said. “Besides, both of you have carried me many times, I feel like I owe you.” He pushed open the bedroom door and stepped inside. Standing by the bed, he gently lowered both mares and waited, not knowing what to do next.
“You’re probably really scared… you should know that neither one of us has plans to actually hurt you. Celestia wanted us to tease you a bit and push you out of your comfort zone. We’ve done that. But I don’t want to actually hurt you,” Derpy confessed.
“Nor I,” Berry Punch added.
“I suppose I needed a good shove,” Bucky confessed. “What now?”
“I dunno, I am really scared actually,” Derpy admitted. “I mean, I haven’t done this since Dinky’s father. I am so worried that I am going to disappoint you, and that you’ll hate me…” the grey mare trailed off, her breathing heavy. “Berry is so experienced and I am so scared that she is going to please you better than I ever could.”
“I have the same fears, I was worried that I would let you down,” Bucky admitted.
“Oh,” Derpy mumbled.
“Alright, enough of that, both of you, we are going to operate as though this is the first time for both of you and I am going to help you both. Bucky, you get on the bed with us and lay down,” Berry instructed.
Bucky did as he was bid, moving slowly. Berry shoved him down and rolled him over, planting a gentle kiss on his lips as she did so.
“I’ve never done anything with a mare before, so this is a first time experience for all of us,” Berry announced.
Derpy took a bit of initiative and straddled Bucky, sitting on his belly. Taking a deep breath, she leaned down and kissed him. It was a slow smouldering kiss, full of all the sensuality that only a pegasus could muster, Derpy’s pegasus salivary glands producing lots of extra oily waxy saliva with its oddly sweet taste. Derpy was getting into the kiss, her body now grinding up against Bucky’s. Berry gently coaxed them on, rubbing them with her hooves, releasing a flood of feel good hormones into both of them from the glands deep within her hooves.
The pegasus mare, who had been so aggressive before, kissing sometimes with bruising intensity, was now shockingly gentle, and the contrast inflamed Bucky’s mind. This was the mare he had chosen to be the mother of his foals… and right now, he wanted foals more than anything.
The air was filled with the heady scent of sweet perfume. It was stronger now than it had ever been. Something began to peek out of its sheath, the tip tickling Derpy’s velvety belly. The mare giggled, her wings becoming slightly sprung, and she hiked her backside up into the air, her hind legs now straight, her front legs folded, her barrel still pressed against Bucky’s.
Berry, seeing Derpy’s backside up in the air in the “come mount me” position, took advantage of the situation. With a hoof, she brushed aside Derpy’s tail, causing the grey mare to squeal with alarm, her cry muffled as she maintained her liplock with Bucky. Never being the one to be cautious or go halfway, Berry Punch thrust her muzzle forward and plunged her tongue in the swollen blue grey lips of her fellow-wife.
The flavour was not quite what Berry expected. More tart than anything, with a vaguely wine-like flavour that she could not place.
Derpy, feeling a tongue suddenly invading a very intimate area, pulled away from the kiss and gasped, her ears folding back against her skull. The tongue continued its probing, prodding every crevice it could find.
Craning his head, Bucky could not believe what he was seeing. His brain responded the in the only way it could. It sent a signal through Bucky’s body that brought him to near total hardness in seconds.
Berry hooked her forelegs around Derpy’s hindlegs and plunged even deeper, Berry’s infamous bottle licking tongue now finding a new purpose for its extraordinary length and dexterity.
Derpy began to moan wildly and wiggle her backside, her back arched, her tail now lifted high. Overcome with pleasure, she resumed her slobbery makeout session with Bucky, kissing him passionately, never once bothered by the fact that he had no idea what he was doing and that he was a clumsy kisser. He had passion and that is all that mattered to the mare right now.
Berry Punch, always brave, always adventurous, withdrew her tongue and placed a slow wet lick over Derpy’s blue-grey pucker, causing the mare to shriek with her mouth full of Bucky’s tongue. Berry licked her lips, pondering the odd flavour. Salty, sweaty, with a rubbery texture. She licked again, this time with real force, dragging her tongue over the pucker, using her head for leverage, the friction causing quite a bit of tugging on Derpy’s plothole. Derpy gave an almost orgasmic cry and a dribble of clear liquid trailed from her gaping filly bits, her swollen oversized clitoris very visible now.
Berry Punch dragged her tongue over Derpy’s dark purple-blue-grey jelly bean and made the mare scream. Derpy pulled away from her kiss with Bucky and tossed her head around wildly as she cried out several times.
“I… I need you right now,” Derpy said breathlessly to Bucky. She eased her backside down onto Bucky’s stomach, feeling something prodding at her now slick marehood.
“Easy there,” Berry coaxed, nudging Derpy’s backside with one hoof and lining up Bucky’s cock with the other. “He’s hung like a barrel, so go slowly,” Berry warned.
Derpy eased herself backwards, feeling something prodding at her entrance. It was big. Something wide awaited her. It took some effort for it to finally penetrate, and she gasped. She wrapped her forelegs around Bucky’s barrel and held on.
“It almost feels like giving birth again,” the pegasus grunted as she pressed down, her clitoris trailing over Bucky’s pelt, making her shudder. It wasn’t even that far in yet and an orgasm threatened to take over the mare.
Berry eased both of them together, and when the chance presented itself, she bent down and gave a lick to the tightly stretched lips wrapped around the girthy cock that Bucky was gifted with. Bucky, feeling the lick, became startled and jumped, driving himself into Derpy several whole inches at once, causing Derpy to let go of him and sit up, which caused her to completely hilt Bucky.
Derpy screamed an equine nicker of lust and began to grind on Bucky’s short but girthy length now completely secured inside of her, her oversized jelly bean pressing into Bucky’s belly as she ground her hips.
Berry maneuvered around behind Derpy, placed both hooves on Derpy’s wing joints, and then pressed down on the mare, driving Bucky in even deeper somehow, and causing Derpy’s love button to get even more friction over the now slick pelt of Bucky’s belly.
Lewd squelching could be heard with every thrust.
Derpy leaned back into Berry, trusting the earth pony to hold up her body, and began to let go, feeling an explosive orgasm coming. She tossed her head back, her tongue hanging from her mouth, and both of her ears splayed out sideways.
Finally, she could not take any more, and Derpy screamed as the first waves of violent full body spasms crashed over her like an avalanche.
“Unngph I made you go off before I did!” Bucky grunted and gasped, looking pleased, his face contorted with effort, save for the small area where he was paralysed. He thrust his hips upward just as Berry Punch was jamming Derpy downward, and something gave way.
Bucky had his first orgasm and it blew his mind. He lay there, now limp, violent spasms forcibly injecting semen deep into Derpy, who was still grinding away on top of him. She let out another yelp as she orgasmed again, and let out breathless panting cries as she felt her body wrack and shudder, while Bucky lay below her, feeling the mare clech violently around his cock.
Derpy’s whole body was hard as she went into the final throes of her second orgasm, and she collapsed backwards into Berry Punch, panting and mewling with pleasure.
Berry gently eased Derpy down on to her side, and Bucky slipped free from Derpy’s clenching marehood with a sloppy wet pop. Derpy lay down, trying to catch her breath, feeling light headed.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Berry Punch confided. She leaned down and gave Bucky’s half hard cock a lick, slurping up a bit of semen that was dribbling down the shaft. Bucky twitched at her touch. Seeing him twitch, Berry gave another lick with her curious tongue.
“Oh, too sensitive…” Bucky warned.
Berry licked the tip, her tongue circling the opening for a moment, causing Bucky to squirt forth a final small spurt, which nearly went up Berry Punch’s nose. She licked her lips and gave a happy grunt. She crawled over Bucky and threw herself on top of Derpy, kissing the grey pegasus wildly, wiggling her rump around and trying to give Bucky a good show.
Spreading her legs, Berry began to grind her filly bits against Derpy’s exposed and winking clitoris, making the grey mare whimper and beg for another release.
And Bucky had a great view of what was going on back there from his vantage point. He could hear the wet slick sounds of the two marehoods being rubbed together, and he felt his partially erect cock starting to throb again.
Berry was growing more and more bold, grinding violently against Derpy, and Bucky recalled a word he had once read.
Tribadism.
Bucky felt a powerful need to penetrate something when he saw Derpy’s oversized clitoris vanish inside of Berry Punch’s damp wine coloured folds.
Slurp!
Berry had just sucked it right inside and was now squeezing Derpy between her lips, grinding her hips to create friction.
Bucky nearly blew his second load right then and there.
Derpy, unable to take any more stimulation, tossed Berry Punch off of her, and then rolled away, shuddering and seizing, clenching and contorting, her body lost in another full body orgasm.
Berry, determined to not let her prize get away, went after the mare, intent to drive her over the edge once more, but something grabbed her hind leg and hauled her back across the bed on her belly.
Bucky was on her back a moment later, one foreleg wrapped around her barrel, the other hooked over her chest. Berry wiggled her tail aside, and seconds after doing so, felt something pressing against her entrance.
“I’m a tough mare, but but careful, I’ve never taken anything so wide,” Berry cautioned, arching her back and thrusting her hips upwards.
Bucky gave a gentle thrust and Berry hissed in pain.
“Oh THAT STINGS!” Berry cried, feeling herself already stretched out to the point of pain from just the tip. Bucky pulled out. “I dinnae say to stop ye numpty!” Berry said, slipping into her lilt.
Bucky tried again, gently inserting the tip and then giving a bit of a push. It felt so tight. So warm. There was so much friction.
Berry shot out from beneath him with a cry of painful alarm, scooting over the bed, and falling over the edge, rubbing her backside as she escaped.
“I am so sorry, what happened?” Bucky cried, now frozen in terror.
“Wrong… hole…” Berry grunted in pain. “You son of a bitch, you gave me a fudge turnover from behind!”
“UGH! I am a bad husband, I am so sorry, I won’t tou-”
Bucky’s apology was cut off when Berry tackled him violently and kissed him. Derpy watched the two ponies going at it. She wasn’t sure if this was love or not, but it was…hawt.
Berry was in control now, pinning Bucky down and kissing him, grinding her mareflesh against Bucky’s cock for more lubrication.
The tables turned suddenly when Berry was lifted high into the air and then slammed down on the bed. Bucky crawled over her belly and dropped himself down on top of her, one foreleg around her barrel, another wrapping around behind her neck and pulling her close.
Derpy felt incredibly aroused again.
“Pin her down,” Derpy shouted.
Bucky had done exactly that, using his magic and his body to keep Berry still, but also making sure to do nothing that would actually hurt her. He still felt pretty bad about invading her brownie bakery and made sure not to make the same mistake twice.
“Sit back on your haunches Bucky, and line yourself up,” Derpy suggested.
Bucky sat back, Berry still pinned in place with magic. She was licking her lips now, and lust burned in her eyes. She looked at Derpy with a touch of fear and anticipation.
“Ease it in slowly, she’s never had a foal, so she is going to be tight,” Derpy said, worried about her herd mate.
Bucky poked in the tip, which caused Berry to squirm.
“Now slowly, just a tiny bit at a time,” Derpy instructed.
Bucky did as he was told.
Berry writhed as inch after stinging inch slowly stretched her out. She moaned and kicked her hind legs out as wide as possible.
Derpy straddled Berry’s barrel, and then slid herself backwards a bit, lifting her tail and presenting herself to Berry, who was trapped beneath her. She was facing Bucky, and she leaned forward to kiss him.
Bucky almost went off, the feeling of slow penetration and now the sound of Berry Punch’s furious wet sloppy lapping filling his ears. Derpy gave a moan and a grunt, grinding and shifting her hips as Berry Punch worked over her already oversensitive marehood. She leaned into her kiss with Bucky and wrapped her forelegs around him.
Derpy began to feel Berry Punch rocking back and forth beneath her, as Bucky continued to penetrate the overly tight snatch of Berry Punch. Derpy broke away from her kiss with Bucky and looked down, seeing Bucky half in Berry Punch’s now swollen and red lips, which were stretched out tightly around Bucky’s wonderful girth. Derpy could feel Berry’s moans and whimpers travel through her probing tongue as it circled Derpy’s flexing outer lips and occasionally lapped over Derpy’s nubbin, causing Derpy to shudder.
“Now,” Derpy said breathlessly, “just push the rest of it in in one slow go. Don’t stop unless I tell you.”
Bucky leaned into it and gave it all he had, finally pushing his ring in, and then slowly easing in his remaining inches, causing Berry Punch to kick and whimper, but she never cried stop.
Finally, Bucky was hilted, balls deep, and he could feel Berry’s abused and flamingly hot pucker against his scrotum.
Derpy pulled away from Bucky, scooted her hips back a bit more, and then lowered herself down to Berry’s tightly stretched marehood. She gave an experimental lick to Berry’s exposed clitoris, with caused Berry to squeal. She licked again, causing another squeal. Finally, she pulled Berry’s button inside of her mouth and began to suckle as Bucky pulled out to his ring and then carefully slid back in.
Berry Punch let out a few muffled screams of pleasure and returned the favour, sucking on Derpy’s oversized jelly bean.
Bucky, feeling a bit more confident, pulled out again to his ring and then jammed his way in rapidly, causing Berry to wrap her hind legs around his middle and squeeze him violently. He could feel contractions deep inside of her. He pulled out and then rammed his way inside again, working up to a rhythm.
With Bucky’s each thrust, Berry lashed her tongue against Derpy’s nubbin, which made Derpy squeeze Berry’s cork between her lips with a shivery pleasurable sensation for both mares.
Bucky was watching the two mares perform sloppy oral sex on one another while he banged away. He wrapped his forelegs around Berry’s hips and began to thrust harder, which made Berry cry out with each thrust.
“Don’t stop!” Berry begged, tilting her head back for a moment to speak and catch her breath. She latched back on to Derpy’s button and began to suckle wildly, as she felt her orgasm approach.
Bucky angled his hips and now, his tip pressed along the soft spongy tissues of Berry’s g-spot. Bucky had no idea what he was doing, but he knew it felt good pressing his tip into the hot inviting flesh.
When Berry finally orgasmed, Derpy seized down on her cork and gave her a strong suckle, overwhelming poor Berry Punch who began to bleat like a sheep.
Thrust.
“BA-AH-AH-AH!”
Thrust.
“BA-AH-AH-AH!”
Thrust.
“BA-AH-AH-AH!”
Finally, Bucky couldn’t take it anymore and rammed it in as deep as he could, coming explosively as he sank himself in balls deep into the plum coloured mare.
Hearing her mates in the throes of orgasms sent Derpy over the edge, and a hot sticky flood of fluid spurted from her nethers, soaking Berry Punch’s face.
After a few more thrusts, grunts, and licks, the three ponies finally collapsed into an exhausted pile.
“I am only catching my breath, I ain’t done,” Derpy panted.
“I can’t believe Bucky tapped my bung,” Berry gasped, her entire backside on fire.
“I can’t believe I just had a threesome,” Bucky said. “I love you both more than words can possibly express right now.”
“Does anypony feel left out?” Bucky asked, laying on his back, panting somewhat.
“I’m good,” Derpy groaned.
“My bunghole is sore,” Berry complained.
The three ponies lay sprawled out in the destroyed bed. The sheets were damp with… something All three of them were soaked with sweat and who knows what else. The room stank of hot sweaty pony sex, oversexed mares, and spunk. Lots of spunk.
“That smell, it is driving me crazy,” Bucky said, feeling himself already beginning to harden. He rolled over on his back and there was a disgusting wet “splorch” sound as he rolled into a puddle comprised of questionable liquids.
“I cannae take another shaggin',” Berry said, admitting defeat.
“I can take another go, but I might get a little screamy, I am really sensitive,” Derpy said, reaching down and absentmindedly scratching at a sex-goo encrusted teat. “We’ve been going at it for hours now, I wonder if we can make it till dawn.”
“I don’t know, but I can’t stop getting hard. I think Cadance did something. I felt odd magic,” Bucky moaned.
“I want you to take me like a mare,” Derpy said, rolling over on her belly and wiggling her hips. “But I don’t think I could stand up right now if my life depended on it.”
“That is one position you and I haven’t tried,” Bucky replied, getting an eyeful of winking pink from Berry Punch who was laying with her legs spread and fanning her filly bits with a hoof.
“I feel like somepony crammed a beer keg up me arse,” Berry grumbled.
“It’s bigger than some ponies’ legs,” Derpy giggled, waving her spunk encrusted tail invitingly at Bucky, who was struggling to roll over.
Bucky finally rolled over. He then crawled over the bed, his throbbing drooling cock snagging the sheets somewhat as he pulled himself along. He paused along his journey to stick his snoot into Derpy’s slick, swollen folds and give her a loving lick. He wasn’t sure what he was tasting, nor did he care. The smell caused his brain to fuzz over and his vision went blurry. He licked again, then again, and, feeling a little brave and adventurous after watching Berry Punch try it, he pressed his tongue against Derpy’s slippery pucker and gave a very enthusiastic lick.
Derpy cried out, moaning loudly as Bucky’s tongue actually slipped inside of her for a moment, the sensation of his rough and bumpy tongue slipping in between the wet and satiny wrinkles of her pucker. She cried out again, grabbing a pillow and hugging it in her forelegs as the tongue circled and then penetrated once more. Another exploratory lick caused Derpy to heave a shuddering cry and clench up tightly around Bucky’s tongue, actually trapping him in place for a moment.
“Oh that feels so good,” Derpy whined as she panted, her tongue lolling out.
Derpy shivered as she felt Bucky climbing up on her back, sliding into place, his pelt rubbing up against hers as he maneuvered his way into a good position. She raised her wings and rubbed them along Bucky’s ribs, making herself shudder yet again.
“No,” Derpy murmured, feeling the tip of a wide cock penetrating her. “Not there, try the other one, I think I can take it,” Derpy invited.
“Have you lost your mind?” Berry asked.
“But the tongue felt so good. It is like scratching an itch. Everything is so crusty back there,” Derpy replied. She wiggled and rocked her hips, feeling Bucky’s spunk dispenser rub over her pucker.
“Just be careful,” Berry warned.
“I am not sure about this,” Bucky said, feeling worried.
“Just go slow, I really want this… I like taking long poops with lots of straining, it feels good,” Derpy confessed.
“Ugh,” Berry grunted.
“Well then,” Bucky quipped.
Derpy felt Bucky’s snoot press into the back of her neck, his hot breath blowing through her mane. He hooked one foreleg over wing joint, and positioned himself for attempting penetration. He wrapped his other foreleg around her chest and then begin to slide forward on her back, pressing and applying pressure against her pucker.
Derpy mewled with painful pleasure, throwing her head back a bit, her mouth opened wide. She kicked her hind legs out wide, and rolled her hips a bit, increasing the pressure on her well moistened anus.
Berry began to crawl around on the bed, moving slowly, until she reached Derpy’s front end. She pulled away the pillow and situated her backside near Derpy’s chest. She kicked out her hind legs and splayed them out on either side of Derpy.
Derpy, seeing Berry’s glistening lips presented, reached down and gave them a loving slow lick. First one, then another, and then another.
As Derpy was licking, Bucky applied enough pressure to achieve penetration, which caused Derpy to push forward and go muzzle deep into Berry Punch, causing Berry to moan loudly, while Derpy’s moans were muffled inside of Berry’s now wrecked snatch.
Bucky halted all progress after gaining the initial inch or so he needed for entry.
Derpy lifted her head high and took several deep breaths, her eyes closed, her nostrils flaring. She focused on relaxing, and, after several moments of concentration, was able to relax enough for Bucky to ease in a little more.
Derpy heaved a shuddering gasp and then plunged her muzzle back into Berry Punch, licking everything but Berry’s cork. Berry was far too sensitive for her nubbin to be directly stimulated anymore. Berry whimpered and made tiny feminine wails as the pegasus went to work.
Bucky pulled out slightly, and then pushed in, feeling the tight wrinkled flesh of Derpy’s pucker strangling his shaft. With each careful thrust he forced Derpy’s muzzle into Berry’s abused folds, Derpy’s hot breath and lips sending a storm of stimulation though the plum coloured mare’s most hidden places. Bucky held to a slow and steady pace. The frantic pounding from earlier had given away to fatigued and lazy prodding.
“Hunf, hunf, hunf, it is like pinching off the most satisfying loaf ever,” Derpy grunted, raising her head to catch her breath. Licking her lips noisily, she went back to work on giving Berry Punch a case of the shivers.
Bucky enjoyed the new sensation of a different part of Derpy wrapped around him. It was slick enough to slide, but still gripped him tightly, offering a unique feeling of tension of friction. He dared not go in more than a few inches, and he couldn’t even slide in as far as his ring… he was simply too wide at that point. While he wanted nothing more to hilt himself in the delightfully grippy entrance, the thought of actually hurting Derpy caused him to banish those urges from his mind. He continued with his slow gentle pace, never thrusting more than the first few inches in.
Berry Punch began to make fervent bleating noises now, rapidly approaching another orgasm. She reached down and began to stroke Derpy’s ears with her fetlocks.
Derpy could feel the folds of her marehood tugging over her protruding nubbin, each one of Bucky’s careful thrusts pulling and stretching her pucker upwards towards her dock and causing her velvet recesses to slide back and forth over her winking button. The sensation was causing her to build up to a slow crescendo of an orgasm, she could feel it coming, slowly and steadily, and she was afraid of it.
Bucky actually slowed down his pace slightly, realising he was in no big hurry. He was tired, his joints ached, and he could feel a yawn building. Ever so carefully, he slowly pushed in an extra inch or so, increasing the stretching of Derpy’s pucker.
The increased stretching stung a bit, but made Derpy’s silky soaked folds flap and slap against her clit, the sudden change of sensation pushing her over the edge. She buried her muzzle into Berry Punch and screamed a muffled scream, her hindlegs kicking a bit, which caused her hips to roll.
Her rolling hips caused Bucky to slide in further, and, the moment he felt Derpy’s stranglehold around his ring, he suffered his most violent orgasm of the night.
It was downright painful, and load after load of cock-snot went rocketing up the screaming pegasus’ poop-chute. Bucky felt like his balls were on fire. He tried to pull out, to pull free of the pegasus’ plot, but he found he could not. She had a vice like grip on his pecker, squeezing him, and holding him in place as she drifted through her own powerful orgasm.
Berry Punch, feeling Derpy muzzle deep inside of her, each one of Bucky’s thrusts pushing Derpy’s snoot right into her pelvic wall, was finally violently thrown into wracking orgasm. She snatched up a pillow and screamed a sheep like bleating howl into it as Derpy continued to scream into her, and Bucky finished off his final few thrusts.
Finally, the pegasus relaxed enough to let go, and Bucky pulled free with the sound of a cork being pulled from a wine bottle. He remained on Derpy’s back, completely collapsed, his head resting on the back of her neck. He could feel a runny gush of liquids spewing from Derpy’s still clenching anus and dribbling down his cock, which was now rapidly becoming flaccid. His hips gave one last involuntarily thrust forward, one more reflexive hump, and his flaring still spurting tip rammed into Derpy’s exposed clitoris, causing the mare’s body to tense up yet again and have another mind blowing orgasm that made many of her joints pop audibly from the force of her muscle spasms.
Derpy’s reflexive reaction caused her to lift her head sharply, which made her lips brush directly over Berry’s purple-pink pebble, which made Berry once again shriek into her pillow, sounding like lambs being devoured by some horrible gobbling monster.
After taking a moment to scream and recover, Berry scrambled away, still in the throes of another orgasm, her own hips giving a few involuntary humps at the air.
Derpy crawled out from under Bucky, found her own spot on the now spunk drenched bed, and rolled over onto her back, relishing the feeling of the cool air over her inflamed filly bits and well pounded and puffy pucker.
Bucky lay where he fell, rolling over onto his side but not having the strength to do anything else. His cock was on fire from the friction and the exquisite tightness of the pegasus’ plot pucker.
Berry Punch let out a soft shuddering orgasmic snore as she drifted off, the side of her face resting in a puddle of unknown sticky liquid. Her barrel rose and fell, her legs all out at odd angles.
Derpy reached down and pulled herself apart gently, letting some much needed cool air inside of her flaming filly bits, her breathing ragged and heavy. She heard a snoring snort from Bucky and smiled even as she panted.
The pegasus mare was finally happy, her dry spell was over. She blew one trumpeting blast from her queef canyon and then began to drift off to sleep, a fine coating of sexual fluids forming a shell over her wings that was going to be difficult to clean later.
Derpy had gone to take the foals on deck, so they could all look at the ocean together, leaving Bucky and Berry in the stateroom together, and she had left with a knowing wink.
“Later, I’ll get mine,” she had said as she left, shutting the door behind her.
Berry looked pointedly at Bucky, licking her lips in a seductive manner and narrowing her eyes. “Very clever that mare, luring the foals away so we have some private time together, you and I,” she said in a husky voice.
Bucky fanned himself with a hoof, it suddenly felt a bit warm in the room.
“I haven’t bathed for awhile. I’m taking a shower, and then I’ll be back to deal with you. Just hang out, relax, and wait for me. I need to make certain parts of me lickable,” Berry said in a Berry seductive voice. She vanished into the bathroom and Bucky heard the water run.
Sitting in his chair, he suddenly felt very flustered. Derpy straddling him and then Berry being Berry had left him in quite some mood. A brave mood. Berry had once ambushed him in the shower, and turnabout was fair play, or so Berry always said.
He spilled out of his chair and moved as stealthily as possible, creeping his way into the bathroom and towards the shower. He pulled open the door and stuck his head in. The shower was small. Not large enough for two ponies.
Berry turned and shot him a glance over her shoulder, watching Bucky stare at her wet backside. “Well, I honestly did not expect you to follow me into the shower,” she admitted. She whipped her tail over Bucky’s muzzle, a slightly stinging slap. “This shower is very small however.”
Not bothering to wait for an invitation, Bucky planted his snoot directly into Berry’s hot wet snatch, blowing a raspberry and making Berry laugh riotously. He plunged his tongue into her dark plum folds, feeling her clench around him as she laughed. Her laughter quickly faded into a long shuddering moan.
“Hold on sweet thing,” Berry said, wiggling free of his ministrations. She stood on her forelegs and with a quick well balanced movement, wrapped her hindlegs around Bucky’s head.
This was intriguing.
Directly below his muzzle like a feedbag waiting to be devoured was the object of his desire. He was now half in and half out of the shower, the front half of his body now soaking wet, the water running down his face and running rivulets into Berry’s glistening glossy gash.
“You’re amazing,” Bucky said breathlessly, his breath blowing hotly over Berry’s exposed berry. He punctuated his words with a lick directly to to Berry’s berry, making the mare wobble on her forelegs.
“Don’t let me fall,” she said in a pleading voice.
Bucky could feel her hindlegs squeezing the sides of his head, her muscles quivering, her legs scissoring slightly and rubbing the muscles along the top of his neck. He blew on her button, his breath blowing over her wet winking sex, causing Berry to wobble once again on her forelegs.
Once again, Bucky plunged his tongue down deep into her moistened mare flesh, tasting her tartness, and slowly probing the whole cunny crevasse, feeling around to see if anything made her react.
Berry gasped, feeling the hot snorts from Bucky’s nostrils blowing over her pucker, the heat causing the sensitive flesh just under her dock to clench violently, causing her twat to tighten. She felt his tongue making slow clockwise probings, going round and round inside of her in a slow lazy circuit. Then she felt the direction reverse, now going counter clockwise.
“Ummmmph,” she mewled. “You have no idea how good that feels,” she murmured. Berry whimpered a few times, trying brace her front legs and push her backside higher, so Bucky’s tongue would plunge deeper. “You are... becoming really... good at that...” she gasped, making little feminine cries between her words. “If you keep... that up... I am going to go off…”
Bucky replied by dragging his tongue over Berry’s cork, sliding the entire length directly over the protruding knob of flesh. It caused Berry to begin making bleating sounds down below him, inciting him to continue licking her nubbin directly.
Not intending to do so so quickly, Berry climaxed. It started off with a faint quivering shiver that ricocheted through her filly bits, and then became a violent spasm that made her spine contort. Her legs gave way, and for one terrifying moment, she thought she was going to crash face first into shower floor, but then she felt the warm tingle of magic surrounding her body and pulling her back up, and the tongue lashing continued.
The tongue flailing almost became violent, a frenzied frenetic fantasy of foreplay. Each loving lick caused Berry to bleat, her forelegs now pulled up and she hugged her own barrel, squeezing herself, her eyes closed, water running down her body, along her face, and dripping from her nose. She ground her hips and clenched her hind legs, trusting completely in Bucky’s magic to hold her aloft.
The orgasmic tongue tickling continued for several minutes, until Berry couldn’t take it anymore. She was biting down on her own lip now, wanting to beg for it to stop, but not wanting for it to end.
“Bucky... mount me... right here in the shower... take me... just be... gentle and give... me time... to take you in,” Berry panted and begged.
She was gently lowered to her forehooves, which wobbled, and then her hindhooves hit the ground. She stood on all four legs, trembling.
“This shower is too small, the only way we’ll both fit in here is if we are stacked,” Bucky said breathlessly, recalling words Berry had once said to him when she had invaded his shower.
He shoved her roughly into the shower and then mounted her. This was his first time standing up. He placed his forelegs along her barrel, adjusting himself and pulling himself forward. She wiggled and bucked a bit beneath him, trying to scoot him into position. He wrapped a foreleg around the front of her chest and pulled the rest of the way forward, sliding along her slippery soaked pelt. He could feel her heat near his tip, a beacon to guide him in.
Berry was still orgasming beneath him, Bucky could feel her spine arching, her muscles contracting, and her muscular haunches flexing. He pressed against her entrance and began to apply pressure.
At first, nothing happened, and then with a wet squelching sound, he achieved penetration, which caused Berry to throw back her head and let go with a shrill scream. “Don’t stop,” she commanded, her voice ragged. “That first plunge always stings a bit.”
Berry splayed out her hind legs slightly and rolled her hips upward, trying to spread out as much as possible to take him in.
Bucky continued his slow relentless penetration, pushing in deeper and deeper, never letting up for even a second, pressing himself in inch by tantalising inch. His girth was widest around his penile ring, and when he pressed that part in, he felt Berry begin to buck and squirm with vigour.
“That all you got?” Berry challenged, baring her teeth, trying to wiggle away from him, her ears splayed out sideways from her head.
Bucky, using the foreleg he had wrapped around her chest, pushed her backwards and thrust his hips forward, making Berry growl. She began actively trying to shake him off and Bucky froze, confused.
“Want me to stop?” he asked, worried that he was hurting her.
“NO YOU DIMWIT, I WANT TO MAKE ME YOUR MARE!” Barry snarled, angry that the rutting had stopped.
“You want this rough?” Bucky asked, not moving, slightly confused.
Berry’s reply was to bring her head down sharply and bite down savagely on Bucky’s leg wrapped around her chest. His sudden jerk caused him to plunge deeply into her, making Berry moan.
“You told me to be gentle,” Bucky growled, feeling a bit peeved that Berry had bitten him. He squeezed her tightly and gave her a solid thrust, almost driving himself balls deep.
“Only at first,” she growled in reply, feeling him deep within her. She began tossing her head around. Berry went crazy, her hind legs jumping in little mini-bucks, causing Bucky to slide forward along her back and achieve deeper penetration.
Bucky, not knowing what else to do, gave Berry exactly what she seemed to want. He pulled out most of the way and then hilted himself with one violent thrust, his balls slapping so hard against her that they began to ache. Berry threw her head back and howled, clenching tightly around him. He did it again a moment later, and then again, using his forelegs for leverage, trying to pull himself forward, trying to shove her backwards under him, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth, the hot water from the shower head beating down upon his body.
There were no longer any words, only fierce grunting, both of them slipping into dirty animal rutting, Bucky slipping it to her as hard and as violently as he dared, and Berry reciprocated by bleating like the filthy little hard screwed ewe that she was.
With a finale plunge that caused his tip to ram into her cervical wall, Bucky blew his load, a violent spastic orgasm that caused him to collapse limply on Berry’s back, his hips still making a few instinctual humps as he continued to try and pump his seed deep within her. They remained in the shower like this, Bucky draped over Berry’s back, his hips occasionally twitching and causing another spurt to be released.
Finally, Berry gave way and both of them lie in a heap at the bottom of the shower, letting the hot water beat down upon them both.
“Next time, pull my mane or something,” Berry invited, kissing Bucky passionately after she spoke. She pulled away after several minutes. “I am going to get cleaned up, you are going to rest, and then I am going to watch the foals while Derpy gets to have her way with you.”
Bucky nodded. With a grunt, he pulled himself free from Berry’s still grasping gash with a wet sucking slurp, causing Berry to have one final lip biting case of the shudders, her final orgasm causing semen to gush forth from her stretched out snatch and go circling down the drain.
He kissed her again, thrashing his tongue against hers, keeping lip locked until dizziness threatened to overtake him. He pulled away breathlessly. “You’re crazy,” Bucky quipped.
“You have no idea,” Berry said, giving him a loving nuzzle, her face drenched with water, rubbing her head along his jawline. “I am going to do terrible things to you someday. Things with riding crops. And maybe a bit of rope. I have all kinds of kinky fantasies that I’ve never trusted anypony enough to try before.”
Bucky had drawn a hot bath and was soaking in it when Derpy came though the door. She had a crazed manic grin on her face.
“Berry told me some saucy things,” the grey mare whispered in excited tones. She slipped into the hot bath, submerged for a moment, and the came up out of the water, soaked, her mane clinging to her face. “I am going to rut your face until you can’t feel your smile,” Derpy promised in an aroused announcement.
“I married two very forward mares,” Bucky groaned.
“Yes you did,” Derpy agreed, nodding as she did so. She rose out of the water, standing up in the tub. She kissed Bucky passionately, pressing up against him, applying her weight down on top of him, He leaned back, allowing the pegasus to press her advantage upon him. Bucky reclined against the back end of the tub, and wrapped his forelegs around Derpy’s neck, pulling her in closer. She resisted, pulling back. Finally, she broke her powerful suction and pulled away. She turned around in the tub, careful not to step on him, and then backed her plot into his face. She was already swollen with desire, her lips puffy and inviting. “Berry told me you made the beast with six legs,” Derpy said breathlessly.
“Yeah, we did, in the shower,” Bucky admitted.
“Well, I want you against my back again too,” Derpy said, pushing herself backwards into Bucky’s muzzle, the time for small talk over. The pegasus was not one for talking, pegasi were creatures of action.
Bucky was nearly suffocated as his muzzle was plunged into slick blue grey folds. He pushed her forward a bit and began to slowly lick around her outer lips, his edges of his tongue trailing over the protruding edges of her lovely labia. Already, her nubbin was beginning to bulge, slipping out from under her clitoral hood. It glistened at him invitingly.
Squalane began to bead up around Derpy’s blossoming mare-flower, looking like morning dew on blue-grey petals. The liquid was both sweet and somewhat sour, and it was quite salty. As more of it began to condense, Bucky licked it off as it formed droplets.
With a suddenness that made Derpy's wings flap, Bucky plunged his tongue inwards, drinking deeply like a hummingbird at a rare nectar rich blossom. Derpy began to get wet, a line of drool beginning to dangle down from her nubbin as more and more liquid began to ooze from her mare-maw.
Bucky slurped the dangling strand of liquid love from Derpy’s oversized button, running his tongue over it slowly, teasing, knowing that Derpy liked her lovemaking a little more loving and gentle.
Derpy hiked her tail even higher, trying to expose as much flesh as possible, trying to give Bucky a hint that there were other things that needed licking. Bucky obliged, starting down low with a lick that ran her entire length, ending with his tongue lapping over her flexing pucker.
“Oh… I like that,” Derpy said breathlessly, her ears now limp and hanging on each side of her face. “More of that would be nice,” Derpy suggested.
Bucky gave another slow loving lick that trailed over her clitoris, up her moistened minge, and then lingered over her protruding pucker. It winked briefly, and Bucky could see pink for a moment, framed on all sides by blue grey wrinkled flesh. Knowing that he had once been in there, that he had been invited in there, welcomed, it excited him and he started another lick at Derpy’s jelly bean and slowly trailed his way upwards, this time teasing her anus with the tip of his tongue and poking in gently, causing the mare to squeal with fillyish delight.
“You really like pucker play,” Bucky said.
“I do,” Derpy admitted. “Nothing feels better than taking a big dump and feeling all the pressure come out. That feeling as everything stretches and pulls back there. For a long time, it was the only thing I really had that felt like something going in or out of me,” she confessed, baring her soul. “I used to get excited when I knew there was a big one coming… ooh oooh ooh ooooh MMMPH!” she cried, feeling a tongue split her pucker and probe just inside her entrance. “You don’t know how relieved I am that you don’t mind doing this… I was so afraid that you would think I wa- oooh oooh uuugh unf unf unf MMM MMM MMM!” she whimpered, letting out adorable little wails of ecstasy. “I can’t believe how lucky I am that you like- Oh my gosh… ooh oooh ooooh HMMMmmmmmuuumph!” she moaned, feeling Bucky’s tongue sliding in and out, in and out, she could feel the edges of his tongue, all the little bumps scraping along the tight confines of her clenching pucker.
“I need you inside of me,” Derpy begged, pulling away sitting down in the water, the hot sting of her pucker making her quiver. She felt herself being grabbed from behind, and pulled to Bucky’s barrel. He was gentle and slow. She reclined, leaning back into him. She could feel his legs wrapping around her barrel and lifting her, sliding her up along his body. She could feel something hard probing around her entrance. After a moment of inexperienced fumbling, she felt him slide in, and he began to lower her down upon his girthy cock. Her wings flared, slinging water everywhere.
Derpy reclined against Bucky’s barrel, feeling full inside off her. He lifted her again, sliding her up along his length, and then slowly pushed her down, working his way in a little deeper. Derpy moaned, leaning her head back against his neck, melting in his embrace.
“How much do you love me?” the mare asked.
Bucky did not reply. Not with words. He knew better.
Instead, he reached down under the water with one foreleg, and, using his folded fetlock, began to rub in slow lazy circles over Derpy’s nipples, causing the mare to wiggle in his embrace. He lifted her again, using one foreleg, drawing her up until only the tip remained inside, and then slowly brought her down.
This was a different sort of love making for a different sort of mare. This wasn’t frantic rutting. It was slow and lazy, and more about holding one another, with actual rutting added mostly as an after thought. He moved his fetlock over her nipples, teasing her teats, making the pegasus writhe in his embrace.
He lifted, held her up for a moment, teasing her with the tip, and then slowly brought her down, filling her up, and hilting himself inside of her, easing her down oh so slowly. This time, she shivered, and he could feel her clenching around him.
His exploring fetlock dropped lower and he felt her nubbin against his joint. He opened his fetlock slightly, closed it around the swollen knob, pinched it lightly, and then gave it a gentle tug.
Derpy’s whole body braced against him, her spine arching, her teeth gritting together, both ears standing erect, each wing quivering with delicious tension. “Harder,” she whimpered.
He grabbed her again, pinching her in his fetlock, lifting her up, and then he slid her down as he gave a gentle tug, plunging his way in deep as he squeezed and pulled on her distended tumescent clitoris. She tensed again, kicking out her hind legs.
Bucky took both of her hind legs and gathered them up, pulling them to her barrel, folding her in half, making her backside well rounded and inviting. He lifted her up and lowered her slowly, sliding in deeper than ever.
He hugged her hindlegs into her barrel even tighter, her hind hooves up near her neck, and then he gently slid her along his barrel, now kissing her neck, before gently shoving her downward and plunging in to the point of bottoming out inside of her. He wasn’t the longest stallion in the world, but he understood leverage, and he was dedicated to making his mares happy.
Derpy began to make plaintive squeals of joy as the lazy lovemaking continued, the pace slow. She wiggled her hips and arched her back, trying to pull Bucky in as deep as possible, and the clenching of her own legs squeezed her clitoris tightly.
This continued for nearly a half an hour, one slow lazy thrust every few moments.
“You need release,” Derpy said.
“Where?” Bucky asked.
“Oh, right where you are. I’ve gotten my rocks off a few times, let yourself go,” Derpy said breathlessly.
Bucky picked up the pace, sliding her up and down rapidly on his pecker, He set to his task with vigour and candour, picking up speed as he went along.
Derpy found herself going off yet again, the hot bath water stinging slightly around her taught well stretched spasm chasm. She could feel Bucky’s grunting laboured breathing on her ears, his barrel heaving against her spine, his ribs rubbing against her sensitive wings and causing her all kinds of paroxysms of pleasure. Bucky was huffing and puffing now, drilling away at her like a steam piston. She could feel her pucker sliding up at down along the tip edge of his cock because of the angle of penetration. It began to get very warm from friction.
Finally, she could feel him, his body shuddering, his thrusting needy and wanting, and he buried himself in her, fractically twitching as he rammed home an explosive hot load deep inside of her, the first hard spurt slamming into her cervical sphincter and making her whole body violently seize. They trembled against one another, breathless, greedy for more, Bucky still buried deep within her, flooding her with seed. He held her like this for several minutes, she could feel several more spurts happen, and then he let go of her. She kicked out her now freed hind legs and collapsed against her love, soaking in the tub, unable to believe just how well she had just been rutted.
No words were said as the two lay there together soaking. Derpy felt Bucky going flaccid against her spine.
She twisted her head around and kissed him, biting on his lip gently and giving a tug to say she loved him.
Bucky wrapped his forelegs back around her and held her close, his hot breath blowing into her soaked mane and tickling her ears.
The two mares watched as Bucky ate, the sounds of their heavy breathing an indicator of their impatience. It had become obvious as to why the pair were impatient, and just what was about to take place. Every action they took part in affected the herd as a whole somehow. Every act of affection, every act of communication, everything was watched and affected somepony in some fashion.
Ripple and Loch Skimmer noted the eagerness of the two mares and the total lack of fear. This wasn’t something that the mares were dreading, it was clearly a happy occasion. This gave them hope. For Dinky and Piña, this was more of an indicator that things were returning back to normal, even as things grew stranger and stranger as the chaos increased. For Thistle it was anticipation, knowing that soon, she too would be a part of this, and that she would finally have what she wanted, which was a secured place within the herd. For Sparkler and Rising Star, they took comfort in the fact that two of their herdmates finally saw the goodness that could be found in the act, and Sparkler was joyful that her parents could finally have a moment alone together. Even Sentinel felt better… he understood that ponies were supposed to spend lots of time engaging in the act that created more ponies, and that hadn’t been happening at all since he had met them. And for Lyra and Bon Bon, both of them wanted Bucky happy and looked after.
Bucky ate in silence, well aware of every eye that was staring at him for whatever reason. He finished the last of his cold fried oatcakes, something they always kept a platter of around in their room for moments just like these, licked his lips, and then looked at Sentinel. “Take note Sentinel, never keep a mare waiting for too long, or you will regret it,” Bucky warned. He rose to his hooves, eased himself off of the sofa, and then walked slowly to the door. Derpy and Berry fell into pace behind him, and the trio departed out the door.
“I understand,” Bucky acknowledged. He was sprawled out in the grass, Derpy on one side of him and Berry on the other. “I don’t see why you were so worried my stormy little pegasus. I would never want to hurt her. I’ll hold off on that until you feel that it is safe to try it.”
“After she has her foal and has had time to recover,” Derpy said in a calm voice.
“You made too much of a big deal over it,” Berry said. “Now… while we still have daylight, how about less talk and more boning?” she suggested.
“How are we doing this? I don’t think Bucky can make the beast with six legs anymore,” Derpy said regretfully.
“Well, we could always go heads or tails,” Berry replied.
“Heads or tails?” Derpy asked.
“Well, between you and I, we figure out who gets which end. One gets a little pony ride while the other sits on his face and then you and I can make out while we straddle him,” Berry explained.
“Who gets which end?” the pegasus inquired.
“I’ll sit on his face. Really, I don’t care just so long as I get to go off,” Berry purred.
“Uh, ladies,” Bucky said shyly, some of his old nervousness coming back. “I know a spell… from that spellbook that Celestia gave me. It is called the “Mirrored Mare” and it is for occasions like these,” Bucky offered.
“What does it do?” Berry inquired.
“Well, from the notes, which, uh, seem to be written by Celestia herself, it allows a group of mares to all feel what the others are feeling. I mean, a stallion can only penetrate one mare at a time, but this allows a group of mares to all feel the penetration. And other things. And it works both ways, the mares will share in each other’s pleasure. So, uh, if I understand the notes correctly, if I am nibbling on Berry, Derpy, you should be able to feel it while you are being rutted. And Berry should be able to feel what Derpy is feeling,” Bucky explained.
“That sounds… nice,” Derpy said slowly, one eyebrow raising as she spoke.
“I just need permission from both of you. Celestia said to get consent and do nothing unless I asked first,” Bucky stated.
“You’ve been out here performing forbidden magic, you’ve violated the natural order, and now you are worried about Celestia taking you to task for a bit of erotic magic?” Berry asked incredulously.
“Yes… yes I am. You weren’t there that day that Princess Celestia gave me a sex talk. She might forgive me for everything I’ve done, she might not, but if I was to ever use my magic to harm or coerce either one of you in some way, I suspect I would be taking a lunar vacation,” Bucky said fearfully.
Berry Punch nodded and rolled her eyes. “How could I say no?” she asked.
“I’ll try it, I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like to be Berry,” Derpy asked.
“This might be a way for Thistle to enjoy what Bucky has to offer,” Berry said.
Derpy blinked a few times and nodded. “That’s a good idea,” Derpy said.
“Yeah it is,” Bucky said. “We can make her feel loved.”
“And no stinging backside,” Berry said.
“So…” Derpy said impatiently.
Bucky closed his eye, concentrated, and his horn flared in a soft blue green light. His lips moved slightly and the air was filled with warmth. “That should do it,” he announced.
“Shouldn’t we feel something?” Berry asked.
Derpy rolled over on to her hooves, rose, stepped over Bucky, and dropped down between Berry’s legs. In true pegasus fashion, she gave no thoughts to the consequences and blindly charged on ahead. She ran the length of the edge of her tongue over one of Berry’s overly sensitive teats.
And she could feel the sensation as it traveled over one of her own. The grey mare squealed and jerked her head back, panting and now breathing heavily. “So sensitive,” she gasped.
Berry’s eyes rolled back into her head and she wrapped her hind legs around Derpy’s neck. “My teats,” she moaned. “Why are they so sensitive so early?” she asked, not really expecting an answer at this moment.
Bucky rolled over onto his side to watch the two mares. This was exciting. As he watched, Derpy’s head dropped down and she gave an experimental lick to something else on Berry, causing both of them to shudder.
“It is like licking myself,” Derpy said breathlessly. “I could feel my tongue sliding over my own slit,” she announced.
That got Bucky’s attention. He felt the first real powerful feeling of need in his loins as he watched Derpy trying to figure out the nature of the spell.
“Oooh I know what I like,” Derpy whispered seductively. Her head dropped and she went exploring just below Berry’s dock with her tongue. The grey mare could feel the hot slippery feeling of something applying pressure on her own pucker, and Berry moaned as her whole body tensed. Not only was the feeling of the tongue pleasing, but Berry could feel Derpy’s sensations of pleasure.
As the two mares went about exploring one another enthusiastically, Bucky felt himself growing hard. Derpy was relentless in her explorations. As he watched, the pegasus’ tongue pushed Berry’s now slick folds apart and plunged deep, causing both mares to clench and whimper with need.
“This might be the greatest thing ever,” Berry breathed. “No no, down a bit, that little wrinkly place just below my berry… UM YEAH RIGHT THERE!” Berry Punch’s teeth ground together and she pounded her forehooves against the earth. Derpy reacted as well, her whole body freezing in place and tensing up.
“This is hard,” Derpy huffed. “Berry loses control, and then I lose control, and then the sensation sort of slips away,” she explained.
“Yeah,” Berry agreed. “I could see how it would be easy to be overcome.”
“We need Bucky… and then we can just ride out what we feel,” Derpy whispered.
Berry looked over at Bucky. “I think he is enjoying the show,” she stated.
Derpy nodded and then wrapped her lips around Berry’s nubbin, applying gentle suction that she felt in her own now dripping snatch. Berry was hot and warm beneath her, and Derpy could feel every quiver of every muscle in Berry’s powerful form. The grey mare plowed onwards out of sheer force of will, trying to endure the powerful sensations shooting through her own nethers.
“If… he… screwed… one of us… the right way… all of us would be… satisfied,” Berry said between heaving breaths.
Bucky rose and circled the mares a few times, moving around them slowly, watching them as Derpy tried to work out her own frustrations by trying to relieve Berry’s needs. This was quite possibly the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed.
“I had no idea that Berry had that little ticklish spot right there,” Derpy said, pressing her damp muzzle between Berry’s teats and chuffing, blowing hot air over Berry’s overly sensitive flesh. Both mares jerked from the stimulation.
“The level of… trust needed… for this,” Berry moaned in between heaves. Her mind raced as she engaged in physical activity. She was keenly aware of what Derpy was feeling.
This is sexual communion Berry realised.
Bucky moved behind Derpy and eased his haunches to the ground, sitting down and making himself comfortable. He saw Derpy’s backside rise on wobbling legs, and then it dropped. He gently lifted her haunches in his magic and lifted her tail off to one side, revealing her hidden places to himself.
He looked at her bubbles, the mark of her destiny, and he reached out and gently touched them with his fetlock. She tensed at his touch. He looked at her, studying her, now able to look without shame, and he thought about a day that seemed so long ago when Berry had tried to get him to look at her.
He leaned in closer to the glistening folds and saw a rivulet of moisture sliding down one swollen edge. Before him was life, the source of all life. Something precious and sacred to him. Perhaps the only thing he held sacred anymore. He had broken his oaths as Celestia’s student, dabbled in forbidden magic, violated the natural order, and contemplated death on a massive scale. But before him was the only thing that really mattered. Bucky realised it wasn’t so much about sex as he tenderly kissed the engorged flesh. He heard both Derpy and Berry hiss and moan. Foals would be coming out of here. His foals. This is what he fought for. What he was protecting. Bucky reveled in his state of philosophical arousal. This wasn’t just some hole for him to rut mindlessly, as it might be to other stallions. This was a sacred place. A place of worship. If he left an offering, it would give him something in return, something he valued.
He pressed his snoot against the feverish flesh and his own orange tongue darted out, flicking at the rolling bead of moisture that was slowly running down the outer edge. The rough edge of his tongue lingered against the flesh that burned as though it was a furnace. Derpy squealed at his touch and her head lifted away from Berry, and Berry whimpered and writhed in the grass.
His tongue teased at the blue grey folds, probing around the edges, and then as the grey pegasus panted, he finally eased his tongue into the searing hot folds of flesh. Derpy’s hind legs kicked gently, a frantic twitching, and her hooves did not touch the ground. Berry’s legs let go of the grey pegasus and kicked outward, spreading wide.
He moved around the outer edges, teasing just under the surface, working his way downward slowly, his goal a purple-blue-grey knob of flesh that was winking out from blood engorged and clenching flesh. Celestia had been the one to tell him about this tiny button of flesh on a mare, and he understood its value. His tongue lingered tantalisingly close to it, and his own hot breath teased it.
As his tongue lightly trailed over the quivering clitoris, Berry bleated several times and Derpy clenched. The grey mare wasn’t feeling her own orgasm, which hadn’t happened yet, but she could feel Berry’s, and it was a strange and alien feeling to her. Berry’s orgasm was very different from her own, and the realisation was powerful. Derpy was sharing something intimate and private, something that had been up to this point, something Berry could have never shared, no matter how descriptive her words. The two mares were completely locked into the shared sensation and Bucky eased off.
Berry lay in the grass panting. She could feel every probing lick of Bucky’s tongue. Derpy’s marehood was so different than her own, yet so similar. Places where Berry felt very little were so sensitive on the pegasus and Berry experienced all kinds of new first time sensations. Derpy’s larger clitoris rubbed against the thicker and far more muscular lips as it winked, something Berry enjoyed a great deal as she felt it. Berry realised that Derpy could get off by indirect stimulation, just so long as her folds were being tugged and pulled the right way, her large protruding nub would get all the stimulation it needed. Berry on the other hoof required a lot more direct stimulation, having a very small and somewhat shy little button that took a lot of coaxing to get it to come out and play. She could feel Derpy’s head resting on her navel. The pegasus mare was no longer lapping away at Berry’s folds.
Bucky carefully wrapped his lips around the salty bulb of flesh and suckled as Berry continued bleating. He noticed with a feeling of satisfaction that Derpy’s hind legs were going stiff. She was getting close. He increased suction and teased with the tip of his tongue. He could see her folds twitch and spasm. He pulled away, the button of flesh slipping from his lips with a wet pop. Derpy’s wings were fully extended now, stiff as boards.
Both mares moaned as Derpy lingered near the edge.
Bucky gave another teasing lick and then waited. He blew his breath over it, and then took it into his mouth again. The pegasus gave a savage growl that resonated from deep within her barrel and Berry let out a whine of need as she wiggled and twisted in the grass.
Bucky realised that both mares were lost to him at this moment, lost in the throes of Derpy’s orgasm. He eased away and gently lowered the pegasus’ haunches down to the grass. She twitched and kicked, laying on her belly, and after several minutes of grunting, finally lay still.
“Pegasi and earth ponies don’t have the same orgasms,” Berry whispered breathlessly.
Derpy made no reply. She lay in the grass, her barrel heaving, occasionally shuddering.
“One of us needs to look after Bucky,” Berry mentioned. “You alright Derpy?” she asked.
“I could feel you going off,” Derpy replied after several moments of heaving. “I’m overwhelmed. Bucky was working me over and I could feel everything you were feeling Berry and I know that you were feeling what I was feeling and all of it… everything…”
Berry looked over at the pegasus and smiled. “Bucky, I think we finally found a way to wear the pegasus out,” she said triumphantly.
“I’m down, not out,” Derpy protested.
“Look, boners being what they are, we need to strike while the iron is hot. I want to know what it feels like when Bucky bones you,” Berry announced. She rose to her hooves and approached Bucky.
Berry eased the unicorn over into the grass and straddled him, facing towards his twitching erection. She lifted her tail to give him a view and she ground herself against his breastbone.
Derpy snorted and twitched. “Berry has a deep itch,” she muttered. Finally, the pegasus roused herself and approached the pair. She eased her way down onto Bucky and into Berry’s waiting forelegs. Berry pulled the mare close and kissed her.
Bucky looked up at the two mares making out on top of him. He could feel Derpy sliding backwards, easing herself back. He felt himself throb painfully. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to last.
“I can feel it poking at the entrance,” Berry murmured after she tore her lips away from Derpy’s. She gasped and continued to grind away on Bucky.
Bucky grabbed Berry by her cutie marks and pulled her backwards towards his eager lips. He probed her with his tongue, causing both mares to cling to one another and cry out. Berry’s folds were slick and waxy with pegasus slobber. As Bucky wiggled his tongue in, he felt himself slip into grippy folds of the pegasus. He decided to let Derpy do the work and he focused instead on Berry’s quivering snatch. Using his lips, he nibbled along the edges of her entrance, working his way up and down along the sides.
As he felt himself sliding in and out of the eager pegasus, he could hear the wet squelching sounds of the two mares as they continued to kiss passionately. He once again slipped his tongue into Berry and he realised that her marehood was flexing in the same way as it would if she was being penetrated.
“Can you feel that Berry?” Bucky asked.
Berry Punch pulled away from the amorous pegasus. “Yes!” she panted. “I can feel it as Derpy slides it in and out. Feels so good. And it doesn’t feel like I am about to be split open,” Berry explained.
Derpy pulled the earth pony back into a passionate lip lock to shut her up. There were better things that Berry could be doing with her lips. The shared sensation of the kiss between two mares was almost too much for the pegasus to bear. The pegasus was light headed and felt drunk.
And it was then that she had an idea. She pulled away from Berry for a moment and licked the slobber from her lips. “I am going to tap your bung,” Derpy whispered seductively.
“What?” Berry said, her eyes flying open wide. She wiggled in the pegasus' iron grip.
Bucky felt sudden cold as Derpy pulled off of him. A breeze trailed over his now wet and exposed skin. He could feel the pegasus squirming above him, shifting and moving around.
Derpy held the squirming earth pony in one foreleg as she reached down with the other to guide Bucky into a different entrance. He was good and slick, and so was Derpy. The pegasus mare was gentle, knowing that if she pushed down too hard, she could bend poor Bucky in half and hurt him. And she didn’t want to hurt herself. Derpy closed one eye and watched with her good eye as Berry reacted to the feeling of a girthy cock knocking at the back door.
Bucky had slipped it into Berry’s bung quite by accident on their wedding night and it had left the poor mare absolutely terrified of something coming anywhere near her pucker. He had only gone in an inch or so, but was enough to leave a lasting impression.
Berry’s eyes went wide at the sensation of penetration. She squirmed and moaned, tense in Derpy’s embrace. She could feel Bucky’s tongue darting away, poking deep inside of her sticky snatch. She could have said no and she knew that Derpy would have stopped, but Berry liked the feeling of being pinned in and held down. She wondered what this would be like if she was tied up and forced to trust in Derpy’s and Bucky’s goodness.
Bucky felt Derpy easing herself down upon him. She moved up and down, scratching her own peculiar itch. The pegasus pucker was a much tighter entrance. He took a deep shuddering breath and focused on getting Berry off, knowing that he was bound to go off sooner rather than later with the tight feeling of grippy flesh wrapped around his pecker.
Berry Punch let out a moan as she felt Bucky’s cock slipping up her ass. He wasn’t actually in her ass, but she could feel everything Derpy was feeling. And Derpy was right. It was almost like taking a dump in reverse, and there was the same sort of odd sensation of relief as Derpy wiggled around and caused Bucky’s cock to slide in and out. She wrapped her forelegs around Derpy and doubled down on her grip on the mare, lost in a completely new sensation. It stung a bit, but no more so than it did when Bucky eased his way into her marehood. She rolled her hips around and could feel Bucky’s tongue working its way under her clitoral hood and digging into the little hidden scratchy place she had underneath there. She could feel his tongue sliding over her nubbin as he did so.
Derpy worked Bucky’s cock deeper and deeper into her pucker. She was keenly aware of what Berry was feeling and Derpy took a secret satisfaction in knowing that she was somehow drilling into Berry’s plot. She was in control of what the earth pony felt. She was quite literally making Berry Punch her mare, and Derpy was quite infatuated with the notion that she could screw Berry Punch and make her moan. She could also feel Bucky’s tongue working Berry over and the feeling of something in both her marehood and her pucker was almost too much. She felt another orgasm coming, and this was one was going to be a doozer.
She hoped it would be… she wanted Berry to feel it too. It was a new dynamic at work, and it appealed to Derpy’s pegasus nature. Combat by orgasm. She wanted the earth pony submissive. Derpy felt confident that she could survive the explosive outcome she and Berry were racing towards. The pegasus reveled in her competitive nature and worked to take in more of what Bucky had to offer.
Berry Punch stubbornly refused to give in. She could make this stop at any time… but she didn’t want to. She was determined to ride this out. She could feel the perverse pleasure the pegasus was feeling… it was a competitive feeling. Somehow, this had become a contest of wills Berry realised. She was having trouble breathing. She felt hot, too hot, and she realised she could feel Derpy on the verge of overheating.
Berry cried out as she felt more girthy cock sliding up her backside. Derpy was enjoying it a great deal, and that was causing Berry all kinds of new pleasurable feelings. It was strange to feel something that wasn’t actually there. Berry gnashed her teeth and struggled to hold back her own powerful building orgasm. She was determined to let Derpy have it. She dug deep into her earth pony strength, hoping to endure. She was all too aware that Derpy was now screwing her by proxy, and Berry Punch’s nearly delirious brain wondered where she might find an extra large strap on once she finally got home.
Bucky was completely unaware that his body was a battlefield. He was having some of the best loving in his life. He felt himself sliding in and out of Derpy. She was edging him, halting when she sensed that he was close to going off. He wanted to get off, he needed to get off, but he understood that Derpy was pent up so he allowed it continue and tried to endure the now almost painful need to blow his load. He focused most of his efforts on trying new things on Berry’s foal hole, trying to show it the love and affection it deserved for the gifts it would soon offer him. He had found a spot that when licked, caused Berry to clench tightly and wiggle. He had no idea that he was contributing to some mighty struggle, fueling the ancient conflict that existed between earth ponies and pegasi, the never ending struggle of proving dominance over one another.
Bucky had unwittingly created yet another bomb, and this one was armed. There would be no survivors in close quarters once it finally went off.
Derpy’s endurance was nearly spent. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up. She held everything back, hoping that Berry would go off first so that Derpy could let go and slam the earth pony with a double whammy. Berry showed distressing signs of holding on though, even with Bucky’s tongue and that spot that he kept licking. It was driving Derpy crazy. She needed to gain the upper hoof and pulled Berry Punch back in for a kiss.
Just when Derpy was certain that she would be the last mare standing, so to speak, Bucky was their mutual undoing. Derpy had failed to pay attention to Bucky and now she realised, he was at critical mass. She felt the building pressure. And with a loud groan, Bucky blew his load. Derpy felt her body seize as she felt him cum inside of her. As this happened, Bucky, in the throes of his own orgasm, had his head jerk back, ramming his chin sharply upwards, directly into Berry’s cork. Berry Punch screamed as she felt Bucky’s chin drag over her clitoris and every ounce of control she had slipped away from her. She was no longer able to hold back her orgasm. Just as Derpy was unable to hold back hers.
Berry Punch pulled away from Derpy’s kiss and bleated loudly.
The two orgasms were like locomotives on a train track racing toward one another. Both mares realised just a second too late that they had made a terrible mistake. Their eyes locked together, both of them looking at one another for few precious seconds they had before everything exploded.
Bucky didn’t know what was happening, but Derpy’s body suddenly went rock hard. It was as if she was turned to stone. She clenched down on him tightly. He could feel his cock being squeezed between her cheeks. The sudden clenching caused a him to blow another load, his whole body spasmed from the feeling of of tight hot flesh crushing his cock. Bucky could hear Berry’s spine crackling and popping as the earth pony was suddenly squeezed. A moment later, a flood of liquid rushed from Berry’s slit and nearly drowned him. He coughed and spluttered, trying desperately to get air into his lungs. Berry’s legs clenched and Bucky felt his barrel compress, which didn’t help with his lack of air.
Bucky had no idea what happened next, but a lot of things happened at once.
Derpy was off to one side, he wasn’t sure how she had ended up there. Berry was a few feet away in a different direction. Both mares were panting and whimpering. Nopony could actually move.
“Derpy? Berry?” Bucky asked in a heaving whisper.
There was no reply, just more panting and the occasional cry.
Bucky pulled himself together, the first to recover. He wasn’t sure what just happened, but the spell was broken. A concerned look settled on his face as he looked at his mares.
Berry was on her back, her eyes rolled back into her head. Her tongue was lolled out and she clutched between her legs with her hoof. She looked drunk.
Derpy was on her belly, not moving. Her wings were still sprung. She snorted every so often and made the occasional pained whimper.
His concern faded as he realised that both of them looked quite satisfied. Bucky smiled, feeling good about a job well done, not having any idea of what the two mares had done to one another. He peered skyward. There was plenty of sun left for a quick dip in the lake. He scooped up both mares in his magic and headed off for the lake at a slow trot.
The First Time (Sparkler Rising Star and Loch Skimmer- takes place in chapter 121)
“I haven’t had enough to drink yet to have this day make sense,” Sparkler said.
“So drink more,” Rising Star said. He lifted the jug and tilted it back, taking a long pull from the brown crockery. He wheezed and sputtered as his throat burned and he set the jug down on the table. “Oh no… here it comes… uncontrollable boner,” Rising Star grumbled.
Sparkler lifted the jug, took a long drink, and then slammed the jug down on the table. “Loch, we should do something about that,” Sparkler announced boldly.
“Oh I dunno,” Loch replied.
“I was old enough to go into battle today. Here I am getting plastered, and I intend to get shagged,” Sparkler insisted.
“This scares me,” Loch said in a low whisper.
“I was scared today too,” Sparkler said. She belched loudly and wiped her face with her foreleg.
“Look, as much as I want to, I refuse to do anything until all three of us are ready,” Rising Star said in a low whisper.
“Rising is right of course,” Sparkler said.
“Let’s go,” Loch said.
“What?” Rising Star asked.
“Both of you faced what needed to be done today, I can do no less,” Loch murmured.
“But this isn’t something that needs to be done,” Rising Star said gently.
“Yes it is… I can’t live in fear anymore… it is hurting me and it is hurting you… you are my husband and we have an obligation to keep each other happy,” Loch said in a fearful whine.
“We’ll need to find a quiet place,” Sparkler said. “Someplace out of the way. Secluded. Here in the castle. There is bound to be something somewhere.”
“My sister said there is an abandoned library in the back wing,” Loch said.
“Sounds ideal,” Rising Star said nervously.
“I’ll grab the gin jug,” Sparkler said.
“There’s no books,” Sparkler observed.
The library was dark and quiet. As Sparker had stated, the shelves were empty. The floor was dusty and there were little hoof prints that could be seen from when little curious fillies had gone exploring. The only light came from two unicorn horns.
Sparkler set down the gin jug after taking a good sized swallow. She felt brave, ready for almost anything. Out of her herd, she was the oldest, and it had always been generally accepted that she was in charge. Even Rising Star followed her lead.
Sparkler’s bravery fled the moment she felt a muzzle push past her tail, slip between her cheeks, and a tongue gave her a curious lick.
“YeeaaaaUUUUGH!” Sparkler grunted as she leapt forward. “Oh gross, it’s dirty back there. I haven’t bathed,” she cried in panic.
“Tastes salty and kinda smokey. Not bad,” Rising Star said.
“But I’ve been sweating,” Sparkler protested.
“So what?” Rising Star said. “Come here filly,” he said boldly, pulling Sparkler in close with his magic. “We need to give Loch a good show,” he whispered. He kissed Sparkler forcefully and he felt her moan into his mouth. Rising Star felt Sparkler take charge during the kiss and he let her, submitting passively to her whims, mindful that Loch was watching their every move.
Sparkler pulled away breathlessly. “Ready to mount me?” she said brazenly.
“No,” Loch said. “Berry said there must be licking… to get us slicked up so it doesn’t hurt,” she said in a timid voice.
“And Berry is right,” Rising Star said as he licked his lips. He lifted Sparkler in his magic, flipped her over, and gently placed her on the floor, belly up before him. He watched as she squirmed nervously. He leaned down his head and his snoot brushed over one of her teats, which caused Sparkler to kick one of her legs out. “Sparkler, just relax,” he urged.
Sparkler closed her eyes took a deep breath. She felt vulnerable and exposed. She spread her legs a little wider, not sure what else to do, and part of her felt that letting Rising mount her might have been easier. She wouldn’t feel so exposed, and parts of her would remain hidden. From this angle, Rising Star could see everything. Her thoughts were interrupted by the curious feeling of two ponies breathing on her. She opened her eyes and she could see Loch’s face inches from her navel.
“I was curious,” Loch whispered. She lifted her head and backed away. “You’re beautiful,” she added.
Sparkler smiled and then gasped as she felt two lips kissing her just below her breastbone. She felt another kiss, and then another, and Rising Star was working his way down slowly. “Rising… I know we shouldn’t rush things, but we need to rush things, we need to be back before dark,” Sparkler whispered.
Rising Star, thankful for Sparkler’s prompting, went right for the prize. He pushed his snoot into Sparkler’s snatch. She was a bit sweaty, but just below the surface she was rather dry. When he heard her cry out, he stopped and pulled away.
“It’s tender… I didn’t expect for it to be so sensitive,” Sparkler explained. “I’m okay, but the feeling of being parted hurt just a little.”
This time, Rising Star didn’t push his snoot down, he extended his tongue and gave a careful lick along the surface, then another lick, and with the third lick, he applied pressure and parted her again. This time Sparkler moaned and squirmed beneath him and ground her hips upwards eagerly.
"More of that,” Sparkler begged.
With Sparkler’s urging, Rising Star prodded her cleft with his tongue, exploring as he gently parted her with each lick. He found a tiny little nub just under a sheath of flesh, and he licked around it in a circle. He was rewarded with a loud moan from Sparkler. She was still felt rather dry, and her flesh clung together rather than sliding around smoothly when manipulated.
“Rising… I don’t have a filly ribbon… mine got busted when I was doing the Running of the Leaves… I was still a young filly and when I saw the blood in my tail... I freaked out… and my mother took me to the doctor… and the doctor said that this kind of thing happens all the time…” Sparkler panted out in warning.
Finding his tongue far too busy, Rising Star did not reply with words. He licked around until he found an inner opening and then plunged his long orange tongue inwards, encountering no resistance. It was salty, sort of smokey near the surface, and he supposed it was meaty as well, but he had nothing to compare it to. Sparkler giggled nervously and then thrust her hips upwards.
“That actually felt really good,” Sparkler said. “You can do more of that,” she added.
As his tongue probed Sparkler’s depths, he felt her begin to moisten. Her breathing was heavy now, and her legs twitched. He was so focused on making Sparkler happy that a sudden touch on his cheek startled him. He pulled his head back and saw Loch Skimmer. She looked frightened.
“I didn’t mean to scare you… don’t magic me,” Loch begged.
“You’re fine,” Rising Star said reassuringly.
“I want to look. At her I mean. Compare her to how I looked when I saw myself reflected in the lake water,” Loch said bashfully.
“Have a look, she’s beautiful,” Rising Star whispered. He lowered his head and shone his light on Sparkler’s now glistening folds.
The flesh was swollen and the puffiness caused Sparkler’s slit to open slightly Loch saw as she studied Sparkler’s filly bits. The flesh inside the parted folds was a deep rich purple. Unable to help herself, Loch extended her wing and drew a feather over Sparkler’s flesh. The reaction was immediate. Sparkler exploded into laughter and tried to squirm away.
“No! Loch! No!” Sparkler begged as she laughed.
Loch prodded her with a feather again, this time near the top of her parted mound, near where the nub of flesh was still hidden. Sparkler squirmed along the floor and tried to escape. Loch delighted in her newfound power to make Sparkler squeal. Feeling curious, she extended her tongue and gave a careful lick.
“That really gets me going… watching you lick her,” Rising Star said with unabashed honesty. “Bucky was right… there is nothing quite like watching two mares that you love making each other feel good.”
Loch licked again and Sparkler gasped. “Blech, this tastes kinda weird,” Loch commented. “Rising, can you give me a drink of gin?” she asked.
Rising lifted the jug of gin to Loch’s lips and then tilted it so she could drink. He watched in awe as the pegasus took down several swallows without effort. Loch pulled away and let out thunderous belch that rivaled Sparkler’s own famous frog calls.
“Keep licking,” Loch commanded. “Your pegasus wife demands more licking take place,” she said as she sat down on the stone floor.
“Please keep licking,” Sparkler pleaded.
Eager to please, Rising Star went to work. After teasing the outer edges for a while, he took a more direct approach and suckled on Sparkler’s clitoral mound. The sound of Sparkler’s mewling cries caused his cock to throb. He was beginning to feel a strong need to bury himself inside of something. He felt Sparkler trying push up against him so he applied more pressure, pressing his muzzle downwards.
Loch extended a wing to tickle Rising Star’s nose, but as she did so, her feathers brushed over Sparkler’s teat. There was a loud cry from Sparkler.
Sparkler tensed, every muscle tightening, she could feel her belly muscles clenching. The feeling of the feather being drawn over her teat had been too much and it had pushed her over the edge. She cried out as her body shuddered and shook. As the wave of pleasure broke over her, she cried out again. Rising Star’s tongue plunged deep and wiggled along the back of her now slick depths, rubbing the tender flesh in the passage behind behind her clitoris. Sparkler clenched her teeth together and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. The light on her horn flickered for several moments, becoming considerably brighter.
“I need to get off before this boner runs out of skin!” Rising Star said urgently. “I feel like I’m going to split open or something,” he whimpered.
“Spell… protection,” Sparkler murmured. Her horn flashed for a moment, and she struggled to cast the very simple spell that was meant to protect her in times like these. She cast another on Loch Skimmer.
Rising Star cast his own spell, thankful that this spell was incredibly easy. He couldn’t do anything complicated at the moment.
“Lay down on me Rising… just be gentle,” Sparkler said.
Rising Star eased himself down on top of Sparkler and fumbled around, needing to be inside of her. It was a painful urgent need. “I’m not going to last long, I’m sorry,” he said apologetically. “I wanted this to be special, but you don’t know how bad this is,” the colt explained.
“I just had the best orgasm of my life,” Sparkler said warmly. “Just get it out and you’ll last longer for Loch… make it special for her,” she whispered.
After poking around in the dim light for what felt like several painful hours, Rising Star felt something warm, wet, and inviting brush up against the tip of his cock. He prodded a bit, trying to find the inner opening. When he felt it, he eased himself in slowly, giving Sparkler time to adjust. He could feel her squirming a bit beneath him.
“Does it hurt?” Rising Star asked in a whisper.
“Not exactly,” Sparkler said after she took a deep breath. “But I can feel the stretching.”
Loch Skimmer watched with open eyed interest the love making going on before her. In her short life, she had never seen anything like it. Her mouth hung open and her breathing was shallow. She felt a damp moistness down in her own as of yet unexplored folds. She could hear the wet slick sounds of penetration, the soft pleading cries that Sparkler made, and the breathless grunts that Rising Star was making as he slowly eased himself in. There was no violence here, no anger, no dead look of resignation on Sparkler’s face. There was only love being expressed in physical form.
And Loch wanted it desperately for herself. She hoped that her fear would subside.
Rising Star eased himself in and out of Sparkler, and could feel her hips thrusting upwards to meet him. He picked up the pace, feeling an urgent need to blow his load. He held back a little though, hoping to make it last as long as he could, but he wasn’t able to hold it back much longer.
Sparkler wrapped her forelegs around Rising Star and held him close, feeling warm in the afterglow of her own orgasm. She could feel him breathing heavily against her neck. With a sudden jerk, Rising Star tensed up and thrust himself deeply into her. She felt what was almost painful pressure as he buried himself and then she felt a curious wet sensation deep inside of her. It took several moments to realise that Rising Star had gone off and left his seed inside of her. She felt his body go limp and he collapsed on top of her, panting heavily on her neck. She squeezed him and kissed his ear.
Rising Star finally summoned up enough strength to roll off of Sparkler and he lay on his back on the floor, trying to catch his breath. He felt proud of himself. He had made Sparkler go off at least once, which he felt was pretty good for his first attempt.
Sparkler rolled and rose into a sitting position. She took a long drink from the gin jug and then helped Loch Skimmer down a few swallows. Sparkler felt damp and sticky, and when she moved she could feel her breath catch in her throat as her sensitive skin tugged and pulled around her overstimulated nubbin just beneath her folds.
As Rising Star was was laying supine, something warm touched his belly. He looked up and saw Loch Skimmer smiling down at him.
“It’s kinda long and skinny,” Loch Skimmer observed as she checked out the goods on Rising Star. The opportunity was too good to resist so Loch Skimmer extended a wing and ran her feather tips along Rising Star’s shaft, starting as his balls and ending at the tip. She felt a thrill of exhilaration as Rising Star squirmed and moaned beneath her touch. Loch realised that she had power in her touch and she did it again. This time, Rising Star made a series of pleading whimpers. Her third stroke caused Rising Star’s cock to twitch.
“Loch, if you keep doing that, I am going to have to find some way of paying you back,” Rising Star muttered.
Loch tittered and stroked the wiggling appendage once again. This time, Rising Star threw his head back and cried out.
“Oh wow, he’s getting hard again,” Sparkler observed.
“I need more gin,” Loch said.
Sparkler raised the jug and both fillies took turns having a drink. The crockery was nearly empty now.
Rising Star pulled himself into a sitting position, took a deep breath, and then killed off the gin jug. He gasped, shook his head, and shuddered.
Loch Skimmer eased herself down upon the floor and rolled over onto her back. “I’m so scared,” she whispered. “I am so very afraid.”
“It will be okay Loch,” Sparkler said soothingly. Sparkler rose, took a step, and then stood over the frightened filly that was her fellow-wife. “He was so very gentle. I had a moment where it sort of hurt, but it passed. Just say something when it hurts.”
“I don’t want him on top of me… I don’t want to be pinned down,” Loch whimpered.
“Okay,” Sparkler said.
“Berry said that I could mount him,” Loch said in a fearful whisper.
“If that is what it takes to put your mind at ease, I’ll lay on the floor and we’ll try it that way,” Rising Star offered in gentle tones.
“Thank you… I think I’m ready now,” Loch said as she closed her eyes. “Now get to lickin’,” the filly said bluntly.
Sparkler lowered her head and took one exploratory lick, curious about flavour.
“SPARKLER? IS THAT YOU?” Loch shouted. Her voice echoed in the empty library.
“Yes Loch,” Sparkler replied.
“Sorry, that felt weird. It spooked me,” Loch whispered. “Well, don’t stop licking… I’m a scared pony and I need to be slicked up so I need to be licked,” the filly insisted.
Sparkler shrugged and continued licking.
Rising Star felt himself hardening even more.
“Licky slicky,” Loch said. Afterwards, she giggled.
“Hey, stop hogging the snatch,” Rising Star said. He pushed his muzzle down next to Sparkler’s and stuck his tongue out.
Loch felt the distinct tickle of two tongues lapping at her outer folds and she burst into laughter. She melted into the floor and allowed the moment to happen. She was still afraid somewhere deep inside, but it was hard to feel her fear at the moment.
Rising Star enjoyed the feeling of his tongue brushing up against Sparkler’s as he went to work on Loch’s unexplored recesses. The worry and stress from earlier in the day were now completely forgotten, and all he could think about was the slightly drunk giggling filly on the floor.
Loch rested her bad leg on her barrel and drifted away on a current of bliss. Part of her was still weirded out about the idea of Sparkler licking her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but it was hard to think about at the moment. She felt herself being parted gently and then felt two tongues ease their way in, teasing just below the surface. There was a moment of pain, which made her tense, followed by a moment of panic, but it passed quickly and Loch relaxed.
“Go slowly Rising,” Sparkler said as she pulled away. “Did you feel that?”
Rising Star lifted his head. “Yeah I did,” he said.
“Hey…keep licking… I’m okay,” Loch Skimmer said to her mates.
Sparkler was the first to lower her head and explore a little deeper into Loch’s quivering mound. A moment later, her tongue was joined by Rising Star’s tongue, and she followed his head as he began to delve for a little nubbin of flesh that was hiding somewhere.
Unable to stop herself, Loch let out a shrill whinny when she felt two tongues brush over her little fleshy knob. Her ears splayed out and her hind legs kicked out straight. She felt her wings snap out to her sides.
“I dunno what just happened, but please keep doing that!” Loch begged.
Rising Star obliged the flailing pegasus. Loch’s wings fluttered along the floor and her legs were kicking with each lick. He felt Sparkler's tongue move away and work its way downward, deeper into Loch’s slit, and Sparkler’s wet cheek was pressed up against his.
Sparkler probed deeper into Loch’s now swollen folds and savoured the flavour of what she found. She called up her magic and made her own little nubbin begin to vibrate, just as she had done in the shower so many times. As she worked her way in, she encountered resistance, unable to find the inner opening. She pulled back her head.
“Loch has a filly ribbon,” Sparkler said in concern. Her spell ceased, and the pleasant thrum in her nethers ceased.
“Mmmm,” Loch moaned, feeling fear and apprehension.
“Loch, I think I can help you… I’ve been working myself to orgasm all by myself for many years. I have a very gentle touch with my magic. I think I could push down on it until it breaks,” Sparkler said in gentle tones.
“It is going to hurt, isn’t it?” Loch asked.
“Maybe,” Sparkler said, not wanting to lie to Loch, not during a moment like this. “But if we get it over with now, by the time you and Rising Star join with one another, if there is any pain, it should be over,” she suggested.
“Okay,” Loch said in a fearful whimper. “Get it over with,” she begged.
Sparkler leaned her head down and gently parted Loch with her muzzle. It didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for. She rested her chin just below the ribbon of flesh and gave it one final parting lick. She summoned her magic and began to bear down.
Loch felt pressure on her folds as she was parted and the faint tickle of Sparkler’s soft pelt on her delicate inner skin. She felt Sparkler’s warm tongue drag along her inner depths. And then she felt pressure. There was a sudden sharp stabbing pain…
Sparkler applied pressure, adding just a little more every few seconds. Suddenly there was a wet popping sound followed by the faint sound of flesh tearing. Loch Skimmer shrieked in pain and tried to crawl away, all of her good legs kicking, and even her wings trying to pull her over the floor.
“Loch, it’s okay, Loch just listen to my voice,” Rising Star said soothingly to the filly.
Loch bawled and tears trickled down the sides of her face.
Sparkler took Loch in her forelegs and pulled her close. She felt Loch cling tightly to her, and she could feel the plaster cast pressing into her withers. “Loch?’ Can you say something Loch?” Sparkler begged, seeking reassurance. “We can stop if you want to Loch. We can do this another time,” she said.
“I’m okay,” Loch sobbed. “It really hurt… just hold me,” she requested.
“It sounded thick. Some fillies have really thick ribbons… your poor filly bits… I would never want to hurt you,” Sparkler promised.
Loch sniffled. “Okay, the worst has passed. I’ve come too far to quit now. I think my fear made it worse somehow,” she said.
Sparkler nodded and gave Loch one final squeeze before letting go. She looked over Loch’s filly bits and saw a rivulet of blood. She wiped it away with her foreleg and she felt Loch shiver as she did so. “Rising Star, she’s all yours. Try to replace the pain with something she’ll want to remember,” Sparkler instructed.
Rising Star lowered his head and planted a loving kiss on Loch’s navel. The filly let out a nervous giggle and he saw her wiping away tears with her good leg. He saw more blood dribbling out, and, not knowing what else to do, licked it away. It was warm, salty, and rather coppery. He felt Loch shudder as he licked. He eased his tongue in, tasting blood and feeling her quivering inner muscles flexing as he prodded past the outer entrance.
Loch felt her pain subsiding and her fear melting away once again. “I love you Rising,” she murmured.
Rising, hearing her words, started down low with his tongue and worked his way upwards in a long slow motion, ending with the rough edge of his tongue sliding over her quivering nubbin. He heard Loch hiss and felt her shiver. He started low again, teasing the flesh as he lingered over every wrinkle and fold, and pressed his long tongue in a little deeper as he worked his way up. He tried to recall everything Bucky had told him during their long talk. With his next lick, he prodded at at Loch’s perky pegasus pucker before working his way up. The rubbery texture felt strange on his tongue, and the flavour he wasn’t too sure about, but the delighted squeal coming out of Loch made it the slightly uncomfortable experience worth it.
Sparkler watched with great interest, her magic once again buzzing on her little filly knob. She was sitting on the floor with her legs kicked out to the sides, and her eyes were half closed. She felt euphoric. A jolt of pleasure spiked through her when she heard Loch make a happy squeal and she could see Rising Star gently lapping at Loch’s stormy grey pucker.
Loch had no idea that something could feel so good. She closed her eyes and she felt as though she was floating. She could feel Rising Star’s tongue lingering over all of her secret places and loving every inch of what she kept hidden from the world.
“Go inside of me,” Loch begged.
Rising Star, hearing Loch’s request, did as she asked. He plunged his tongue down deep and waggled it inside of her. He saw her back arch and her legs kicked on either side of his head.
“More of that!” Loch demanded.
Rising Star felt a strange perverse pleasure in watching the pegasus warm up to his affections. He was throbbing now, desperately needing a release. He began thrusting in and out with his tongue and Loch made little squeals and squeaks in time with his pumping.
“Oh something is happening,” Loch squealed. “My button needs loving,” she demanded.
Rising Star smiled broadly. The pegasus had let go and was now thoroughly enjoying herself. He took her delightful little button into his lips and suckled, giving it a gentle tug with strong suction. Based on the reaction he was getting…
Loch began to whinny fiercely and her wings became useless and stiff. She felt a hot gushing sensation down below as Rising Star squeezed her most tender part between his lips and tickled it with his tongue. Her ears were on fire. She bucked and snorted as she continued to whinny and nicker. She clenched her hind legs together, trapping Rising Star in her filly folds, and she realised that she was having an orgasm.
The first wave of euphoric joy washed over her and was just beginning to wear off as the second wave hit. The second wave was almost too much to bear. She squeezed down upon Rising Star with her thighs and let out an equine scream of passion.
Rising Star let go of Loch’s button and tried to let the filly recover, fearing that his head was going to be crushed. The pressure was already almost too much to endure. He realised that Loch’s strength dwarfed his own. She was a titan with wings and he was completely at her mercy. The thought made his cock twitch with need.
Try to survive Rising Star remembered painfully. Bucky’s words rang inside of his head.
Finally, Loch let let go and Rising Star pulled his head free.
“We need to finish this,” Loch demanded.
Sparkler felt herself approaching another orgasm. “This is hawt,” she murmured, not caring if anypony heard her.
Rising Star eagerly laid down on his back and made himself as comfortable as he could on the stone floor. He had needs and the lusty pegasus seemed sure to please.
“I can’t get up,” Loch cried. Her wings were too stiff to allow her to roll over.
Rising Star lifted the filly into the air, flipped her around, and lowered her on to his belly. Loch straddled him, balancing herself with her one good leg.
“Be careful,” Rising Star warned.
“No,” Loch Skimmer growled.
“Be gentle?” Rising Star pleaded, suddenly aware that he was not rutting Loch Skimmer, she was rutting him.
“We’ll see,” Loch Skimmer grunted.
Loch bounced around on Rising Star’s belly. She could feel what she wanted, but couldn’t seem to get it in. She growled in frustration and bared her teeth.
Sparkler, seeing the struggle, used her magic to ease the tip into Loch’s eager snatch.
Loch felt herself parted and eased herself backwards. About halfway in she paused, feeling some pain but not feeling any fear. She was still sore inside from where she had been torn. She looked down at Rising Star and snarled. Her head darted downward and she kissed him, a violent needy kiss that left waxy drool all over Rising Star’s muzzle. Loch could taste her own juices and it inflamed her mind.
Sparkler came rather suddenly as she watched the change come over the pegasus. Loch was a savage feral creature now. Sparkler felt incredibly aroused as she watched Loch’s tail slash through the air. Loch’s head lifted and she thrashed it about, causing her mane to whip around. Loch was beautiful and it filled Sparkler’s heart with desire.
No longer feeling pain, Loch began to rock her hips back and forth, feeling Rising Star’s fleshy ring rubbing up against her nubbin with each pelvic thrust. Her frenzied motion soon caused her to have another explosive climax. She laughed after the wave broke, feeling free, feeling as though she was flying. She loved the unicorn beneath her and she was no longer afraid. Her manic pelvic jerking caused Rising Star’s penile ring to keep rubbing over her now swollen and throbbing nub.
Rising Star felt nearly delirious. He had no control as he was being rutted silly. He couldn’t even see straight anymore. He dug his forelegs into Loch Skimmer’s hips and held on. None of Bucky’s advice had prepared him for this. Finally, he wrestled some control from the filly and began to thrust his own hips upward, feeling a need for release. He felt Loch climax once again and she eased off, becoming a bit more passive and letting him work out his own frustrations. Rising Star let go completely and shagged the needy pegasus with everything he had, and he was pent up. Seeing her long tongue dangling from the corner of her mouth and flapping around pushed him over the edge. He thrust upwards and held her in place, releasing his load and gritting his teeth as he felt himself pumping out seed into her volcanic valley. He gave a few final pumps and then lay still.
Loch Skimmer ground her hips a few last times, grimaced, and then rolled away. She collapsed on her back beside Rising Star and let out a few final whinnies.
Sparkler eased herself down beside her herdmates and fanned her over overheated filly bits with her hoof. “I love both of you so much right now,” Sparkler whispered.
“I can’t believe I was afraid of that,” Loch Skimmer said in a loud voice.
The deck of The Scorned Mare was brightly lit by magical glass globes of light and sunstones were embedded everywhere, the different coloured gemstones looking like Hearth’s Warming Eve lights as they twinkled in the approaching dusk.
“I’m a little scared… not of what is about to happen, but of the wolves,” Thistle said as she stood on the wooden deck.
“Most of the wolves on this island died,” Bucky announced. “There’s a few left, but not many. Lyra shadow warded the cabin. They can’t shadow-wink inside. The worst they can do is come up here on the deck and scratch at the door, but the lights will burn them a bit. They will not be able to teleport away if they do come up here. Worst comes to worst, I kill them from inside the cabin if we have visitors.”
“It is good we are testing this,” Berry stated. “I mean, I trust your magic, but still, peace of mind,” she continued.
“So beautiful, I love the lights. Makes me think of winter… of Hearth’s Warming… I so want to give you a nice holiday,” Derpy said to Bucky.
“You know, I’ve done the measuring, the cabin space just for our family is larger than Derpy’s house, but not by much. That’s not counting the crew quarters. We could live here… if things in Equestria don’t pan out when we go home,” Berry said in a sad voice. “We could have a nice holiday here.”
“Going to be strange sleeping in a bed with no foals,” Derpy said.
“Going to be even weirder not having Lyra’s lyre. I hope that Bucky is right. We could have a long night if things get chilly or fearful,” Berry stated.
“I could teleport us inside, but it would be unpleasant,” Bucky said. “It would make all of you sick, but we’d be with the others. There are methods of escape.”
“I would be happy with this as my home,” Thistle said as she sat down, easing her rounded pregnant body down to the deck gingerly. “The beds are nice, it is cozy, there are all kinds of little nooks and places to curl up comfortably and read a book or watch the foals play. Bucky and Berry both put so much thought into making the cabin nice.”
“The stairs are barely one pony wide,” Derpy said.
“Well, he had to save space,” Berry replied with a chuckle.
“But Thistle has to squeeze her way down the stairs,” Derpy answered. “And she is going to get bigger. We’re all going to get bigger.”
“We’ll have to manage,” Berry stated.
“I haven’t watched a sunset in a while,” Derpy said. “I hope it is safe to stand out here just a little while longer,” she added wistfully.
Bucky shifted his weight, moving from one haunch to another. He was missing flesh from both and he could feel his bones pressing into the wood painfully. The sun would set soon. He could feel it. His vision was growing sharper. His sense of smell seemed to be stronger as well. He could smell all kinds of things on the breeze.
“Ever notice that Twilight Sparkle has five friends and the six of them are a group with shared destinies?” Berry Punch said in a berry serious tone of voice.
“I have,” Bucky replied.
“Well, there are five of us and you Bucky,” Berry said. “You and Lyra sort of knew each other in school. Derpy and I have known each other for so long. Lyra and Bon Bon came together by sheer chance. And then you, you bumped into Derpy. Somehow, we all ended up here, and now, there is Thistle. There is your whole screwed up destiny thing going on. But we’ve all come together and such wonderful and terrible things have happened. We share a tighter bond for all of our suffering and endurance.”
“Feels funny not having Bon Bon and Lyra here for this,” Derpy said.
“Well, somepony has to watch the foals, and little Harper needs to feed,” Berry replied.
“One day soon, we will all be in a position where we will have moments like this one all together, we won’t need a night watch or a day watch, and we can try to figure out how to be a somewhat normal family,” Bucky stated.
Berry Punch snorted, an equine sound of derision. “Who wants to be normal? We’re a herd, we’re already well outside of normal for most ponies. We’re a unified tribe, we have unicorns, pegasi, and earth ponies, which is outside the realm of normal for most ponies.”
“And Thistle,” Derpy added.
“And one kelpie, with more on the way hopefully,” Berry said.
“I want me some kelpie foals,” Bucky announced. “And I am ready to screw Thistle senseless to get them.”
“Oooh!” gasped Thistle. She took a deep breath and squeaked.
“Thistle, you know that was meant as teasing, right?” Bucky inquired in a gentle voice.
“Yes, but I think I kinda want to be screwed senseless,” Thistle confessed in reply.
“Oh… I am glad to hear you say that,” Berry Punch whispered into Thistle’s ear. “You… I am going to make you my plaything,” she breathed seductively.
The kelpie’s breathing quickened and she heard Bucky chuckle. Her cheeks blazed with inner fire. She felt her heart beating, thudding away in her barrel. She also felt emboldened. “We’ll see about that Berry Punch… I’ll sweet talk Bucky into helping me and we’ll make you our plaything,” she threatened in a timid voice.
“Oh hey! She’s learning!” Berry crowed.
“From you,” Derpy grumbled. “She was so sweet,” she said regretfully.
“We could work together and make Bucky our plaything,” Berry suggested.
“I… I like that idea,” Thistle replied. She licked her lips fretfully. “We could screw him senseless,” she said nervously.
“If you sound nervous it isn’t scary,” Berry said helpfully. “We’ll work on it together,” she offered warmly to Thistle.
“I plan to love Thistle gently,” Derpy announced. “All this talk about screwing a pony senseless,” she muttered and then snorted.
“There are three of us now, I bet we could take the pegasus,” Berry said as she licked her teeth.
“Berry, don’t make me wrangle you in front of Thistle and spoil her night,” Derpy warned. “Saucy earth ponies need to know their place.”
“Aw nuts… and this is why you don’t mess with the alpha,” Berry grumbled.
“The sun has just hit the horizon,” Bucky announced, ignoring the playfully squabbling mares. “We should get indoors.” Bucky’s insistent suggestion silenced the playful banter and the four ponies all exchanged a glance with one another.
Bucky gently laid Thistle down in the bed and then backed away. He had carried her though the door in his magic, as he had once carried Berry and Derpy to the bed one night so long ago that it now felt like a lifetime.
Thistle looked at Bucky longingly as he backed away, giggling nervously, and she waved her hoof at him. “I hope you enjoy the show,” she whispered nervously.
“You know Thistle, I don’t have to watch if you are nervous. This is a very intimate act and it is okay to be shy,” Bucky gently replied.
“But I want you to watch… I’ve had daydreams about this for a while now,” Thistle said.
“So what is the plan?” Berry asked.
“We gently introduce her to our ways,” Derpy replied.
“But go easy on me… I… I don’t think I am ready for more than one pony at a time,” Thistle whispered timidly.
“It is only a good time if everypony is having fun,” Berry stated. “As much as I want a go at Thistle to make her squeal, I think I’ll stick to watching for tonight. It has been a long day for all of us, she’s pregnant, and we have the rest of our lives to spend shagging one another silly.”
Derpy eased herself into the bed beside Thistle and began to kiss the kelpie along her neck. Thistle responded by going limp and closing her eyes. Thistle giggled and her tail of living greenery flicked against the blanket.
Bucky backed himself into a small cushioned cubby in the wall and settled in. The room was dimly lit, and Bucky ignited the compressed peat bale sitting in the small cast iron stove that was in the rear of the room.
Berry shoved her way into the cubby with Bucky and squeezed herself in beside him. The cubby was intended for a single occupant, but the pair made it work. Berry ground her plot up against Bucky’s balls, flexed her cheeks to spread them, and then gave his scrotum a playful gentle pinch as she squeezed her cheeks together. She then farted, causing Bucky’s balls to vibrate pleasantly. “That’s my vibrating plot trick,” she whispered.
The pair watched as things begin to heat up between the pegasus and the kelpie. The couple lay belly to belly, with Derpy pulling Thistle closer to her body. She used a wing to stroke Thistle, dragging the tips of her feathers over Thistle’s ribs, which made Thistle giggle and squirm.
“Thistle, I am going to kiss you… all over… and down there,” Derpy whispered heatedly in Thistle’s ear. She slid a hind leg between Thistle’s hind legs and rubbed, feeling a faint hint of moisture. Derpy felt Thistle tense and the kelpie’s moans inflamed her desire.
“Mmmmm okay,” Thistle moaned in reply. She threw her head back as she felt lips moving down her neck in slow kisses and nibbles. The feeling of Derpy’s soft silken pelt against her own body made her feel hot and she felt her teats growing hard.
Derpy worked her way down slowly, and then lingered at Thistle’s navel, the peak of her belly. She gently stroked the large rounded stomach of the kelpie, and whispered wordlessly to the foal inside as she kissed in slow circles around Thistle’s navel. She pushed Thistle over on to her back and pulled her legs apart.
“Oh Bucky look… she’s winking,” Berry whispered excitedly as she ground her own winking flesh up against Bucky. She felt something prodding her backside and turned her head toward Bucky. “You know, if you work out your frustrations now, you’ll last longer for Thistle,” she suggested.
Bucky grabbed Berry by her hips and pulled her closer. “You haven’t been properly warmed up, are you sure?” he asked.
“Derpy and I can finish anything that you start,” Berry replied as she eagerly watched Thistle in the squirming throes of pleasure. She heard a loud wet sounding swishy noise as Thistle’s legs were spread even further apart, followed by a titter of embarrassment.
Bucky licked his lips. Thistle was a delightful lurid shade of pink. He watched her whole body tense as Derpy ran her tongue over a stiff protruding teat. He shifted his body along Berry. She was laying on her side, he crawled atop of her, and then he carefully pushed one of Berry’s hind legs up to Berry’s barrel, leaving her spread and ready to be stuffed.
“Oooh, kinky, this is a new position,” Berry purred. She watched as Derpy continued to tug and nibble on Thistle’s teats, pinching them gently between her lips, tugging on them, and stretching them out a bit with gentle pulls, letting them slowly slip free from her lips with a wet sounding pop. Berry shifted her hips and writhed beneath Bucky. She felt him shift and settle his weight and then she felt him pressing up against her already damp flesh. He was quick now, knowing full well what he was doing, Berry felt him part her, sink in slightly, and then freeze in place. She hissed, then moaned, it still stung. Bucky’s girth was considerable and she could feel her skin stretched tight around him. She clenched her plot cheeks and gave him a loving squeeze, and she could feel him easing his way inside of her.
Behind her, Derpy could hear a hiss, a moan, and then the wet slick sounds of clinging mareflesh being parted. She gave a final stretching tug on a now rock hard teat, then a final parting lick, and then she scooted her body further down. Thistle had a different scent wafting from her marehood. Derpy knew what her own smell was like, and what Berry smelled like, and Thistle was very different. Derpy wondered if it was Thistle’s diet.
Derpy gave one experimental lick and felt Thistle jump. She smacked her lips. Thistle was really salty and tasted a bit like Bucky’s kisses did after he had been eating fish. It was an odd flavour, and Derpy wasn’t sure what she thought about it. She gave another lick, starting low, and running her tongue along the entire length of Thistle’s parted cleft.
“Mmm mmmm mmmmm mmm,” moaned Thistle as she wiggled her hips and kicked her legs. Thistle could feel Derpy’s tongue teasing over the folds of her flesh. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. She could feel cool air mingling with Derpy’s hot breath upon her moist flesh, and it made her whole body tingle. She could hear Berry’s soft moans and Bucky’s well timed grunts. Thistle briefly recalled the pain of her first time, and then pushed it out of her mind. This was so much better and she didn’t want to waste time thinking about the past.
Derpy gave a careful lip nibble to Thistle’s winking button. It was tiny and bright pink, and it had a part running down the middle of it that made it look somewhat heart shaped. She felt the kelpie go stiff as a board and a soft cry of need escaped Thistle’s lips.
Berry lifted her head and bit down on her bottom lip as she felt Bucky spear her and go balls deep for the first time. He had been making little gentle thrusts so far, going in only half way to work her up into a frenzy, and now she could feel his balls pressed up against her plot cheek as he remained buried deep inside of her holding himself in place. She felt Bucky’s warm fetlock sliding down between her legs, and then she felt pressure on her little berry. He was mashing her between his fetlock and his cock. She felt him ease out and then thrust back in, squeezing her clit as he did so. She squirmed and Bucky pushed her hind leg up closer against her barrel, making it easier for him to reach between her legs and plunge even deeper.
Derpy could hear Berry mewling with each squelch. Unable to resist, Derpy penetrated Thistle with her tongue, going deep inside of Thistle’s searingly hot folds. Thistle gushed a bit in response and then made pleading cries.
“I feel too hot…” Thistle gasped.
“You need release,” Derpy whispered from between Thistle’s legs, her breath blowing over Thistle’s flesh. She rose and stepped over Thistle, and then lowered herself down, pressing her own mareflesh over Thistle’s, straddling her scissor legged. She ground her filly bits against Thistle’s and grunted as she watched Thistle squirm beneath her. She braced her front hooves on each side of Thistle’s barrel and bore down on the kelpie’s slick folds and Derpy could feel flaps of her own flesh slipping in and out of Thistle’s slick silken snatch.
Bucky watched as Derpy and Thistle ground against one another and his thrusting grew frantic. Berry was bleating now as he rammed himself in deep. Taking her while she was on her side was a good idea, he could shift his weight down upon her cutie mark, push her leg against her barrel, and make Berry feel extremely tight around his thrusting cock. He squeezed her nubbin between his fetlock and his cock, and he could feel his ring banging against the flesh behind her clitoris, which created pressure from all sides. Berry had came quickly and Bucky took mental notes to perfect his technique.
Thistle could hear Berry bleating and something about the sound excited her. She could hear Bucky’s grunting. She could hear Derpy’s heaving breathing as the pegasus continued to grind against her. Something was happening, and Thistle had no idea what it was. Her muscles twitched, spasmed, and tightened. She could feel her pucker clenching as she felt dribbles of moisture trickling down around it. She could feel the folds of her filly bits catching and tugging on Derpy’s sopping folds as they continued to rub together. Each breath felt like fire entering her lungs. She felt her little hypersensitive nubbin slip into Derpy’s searing hot slit and something broke as she felt Derpy clench around her and suck her even further in. There was an almost crushing amount of pressure, and it felt as though Derpy’s marehood was suckling on the little hard knob of flesh, trying to draw it even further in as though the hot snatch hungered and sought to devour Thistle’s fleshy button for a snack.
Thistle threw back her head and shrieked as her whole body convulsed.
Thistle’s shriek sent Bucky over the edge and he blew his load, jamming himself in as deep as possible into Berry, making her let out a bleating yell as he rammed his plow into the little stone in her garden furrow. Bucky knew that Berry got off on the sensation of hot seed being spilled inside of her, and he grabbed her around her middle to ram home a few more times as his final efforts, hoping to work out a few more squirts. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth and her eyes were rolled back into her head as Bucky continued to screw her silly, his frantic actions triggering another orgasm for himself.
Derpy, who had not yet orgasmed, could hear the sounds of ponies cumming all around her as she continued to grind away on Thistle, knowing that it wouldn’t be much longer. Thistle had covered her face with her forehooves to hide the silly faces that she was making. Derpy could hear Berry’s bleating and the heaving breathless gasps that Bucky made after he blew his load. She knew that there was a creamy mess to be found inside of Berry. The thought proved to be too much and Derpy fell over the edge. She cried out, panting and groaning, and crushed her cooch against Thistle’s in one final frenzied effort. Her wings flapped and fluttered, threatening to go stiff from overheating. She had a second less intense climax a moment later, and then she collapsed gently atop Thistle, careful to not put too much weight on Thistle’s belly. She slid off and lay beside Thistle, pulling the kelpie close.
“I love your cute little silly faces, don’t hide them,” Derpy whispered.
Bucky collapsed on top of Berry Punch and just laid there, enjoying her closeness, his partially erect cock still stuffed inside of her. He wrapped his forelegs around her neck and drew her in for a kiss. A few moments of lip-nibblies, he felt Berry pull away from him.
“I like the new position… we need to do this again,” Berry whispered. “Now cuddle me for a bit before you go and take Thistle,” she added in a pleading voice, rubbing her cheek up against Bucky’s muzzle.
“You came,” Derpy whispered to Thistle. It was not a question. Derpy held the quivering kelpie in a fond embrace and her foreleg wandered over Thistle’s big round belly. She trailed her fetlock over Thistle’s still clenching filly bits and felt the kelpie shudder at her touch.
“Again…” Thistle gasped as she panted, squeezing her hind legs together and feeling her belly muscles tighten up.
“Oh my you are going to be fun to play with,” Derpy whispered. “Do you feel good and slippery? It’ll help with what comes next.”
Thistle thought for a moment about what came next, and for a brief moment, her first experiences troubled her mind. She made the troubling thoughts go away and she snuggled closer to the pegasus beside her. “I had no idea that mares could do that with our parts,” Thistle admitted.
“Berry told me about it,” Derpy replied as she stroked Thistle. “I like doing it… feeling another mare being slurped up inside of me.”
The kelpie lost her composure and began to giggle. “Slurp!” she tittered.
“Berry Punch might be a big pervert, but she knows her stuff. You would be wise to spend time talking to her and listening to her about her perverted mystical arts,” Derpy whispered as she trailed her fetlock along the curve of Thistle’s neck and took delight in making Thistle continue to squirm. “And tell her to be serious so she will behave and not scare you.”
“That kinda tickles,” Thistle said breathily. She looked over at Berry and Bucky, who were canoodling with one another still. “Berry looks so happy,” she stated as she looked at the pair.
“Bucky is the love of Berry’s life. And mine. And now yours. Do you think you can share?” Derpy asked in a low serious voice.
The kelpie nodded slowly, never taking her gaze off of the cuddling couple tucked into the cubby. “I get a lot more than Bucky, I have you and Berry too.”
Derpy nibbled at the edge of Thistle’s ear as she slipped her fetlock over Thistle’s still rock hard teats and she felt a powerful spike of arousal as Thistle stiffened in her embrace for a moment. She gave serious thought to taking Thistle again, longing to feel Thistle’s warm flesh pressed against her own once more.
And then, the troubling thought came. Derpy realised that Thistle was Sparkler’s age, and it slowly sank into her mind what they had done together. The grey pegasus mare felt conflicted and confused. She thought of what Bucky was about to do… she felt her eyes misting over as her emotions began to overwhelm her. She took comfort in telling herself that this is what Thistle wanted and Derpy quietly resolved that she wouldn’t spoil the moment. Thistle wasn’t about to be taken advantage of and then left high and dry, this was a loving dedicated relationship, even if it pushed the boundaries of what society back at home considered acceptable.
Even though part of her wanted to push Thistle away, another part of her wanted to take her again and make her feel good to make up for past hurts as the need for both sex and nurturing filled her mind.
Bucky could already feel himself becoming aroused again. He had slipped free from Berry’s moist folds and he slid himself along her slick entrance, which made the earth pony mare mare moan and wiggle beneath him. He rose, pulling himself away from Berry, and then quietly slipped free from the cubby.
Berry, seeing Bucky departing, reached out and grabbed him by his hind legs, pulling him back. She extended her head and neck from the cubby, slipping between his hind legs beneath him, she extended her tongue and gave Bucky’s cock a long, slow, lazy lick which made the stallion freeze in place. She licked again, savouring her own taste, and she could feel Bucky going stiff with each caress of her tongue. She opened her mouth wide and struggled to get the flared end of Bucky’s cock into her mouth. He was short enough that she could probably take it all in without deep throating him too much, but his girth caused her lips to stretch out as she struggled to take the tip in.
Derpy and Thistle both watched as Berry sucked on Bucky’s cock, and they clung to one another as they watched the brazen display of affection. Derpy licked her lips, glanced at Thistle, and then back at Berry. “I didn’t think it would fit into her mouth,” Derpy whispered to Thistle.
“It’s big…” Thistle gasped.
“Berry says he is hung like a barrel,” Derpy said with a fillyish giggle.
“It’s fat,” Thistle repeated. “The last one was long and skinny.”
“Some mares want a scratching, others want a stretching. I like a good stretching,” Derpy whispered.
“That’s going inside of me?” Thistle gasped in alarm.
Derpy stroked Thistle soothingly and ran her fetlock along Thistle’s breastbone. “You can always wait… you don’t have to do anything,” Derpy murmured. “Now do you understand why I was so concerned?”
Thistle nodded as she watched Berry struggling to take in more cock. Berry’s cheeks were puffed out and she had only the tip in her mouth, and her lower jaw didn’t look like it could open any further. “It is like a pony’s leg,” Thistle mumbled.
“And it feels really good when it stretches my pucker,” Derpy whispered.
“What?!” Thistle hissed in an alarmed whisper. “You’ve had him go there?!”
“He was gentle and we were careful… it feels so good. I could play with your pucker and you could get an idea of how good it feels,” Derpy offered in reply.
Thistle’s eyes went wide. She wasn’t even aware that something could go in there. Or that a stallion would want to go in there. She looked at Derpy, who was staring at Berry and her efforts to get as much of Bucky into her mouth as she could.
Berry finally tapped out. Her lower jaw ached. She pulled her head away from Bucky’s now fully erect cock and wiggled back into the cubby to rest her head and neck upon the cushion. She panted, out of breath, and licked her lips. She looked up and gave a final parting pat to Bucky’s balls and then slapped him gently on his hops plant cutie mark to send him on his way.
Derpy pulled away from Thistle after planting one final parting kiss on Thistle’s lips. “Just try to relax. And if you get scared or want to stop, say something. Don’t be afraid. One of us will scratch his itch and we can always try again later,” she said, trying to comfort the wide eyed kelpie. She slipped off the bed, approached Bucky, kissed Bucky passionately, and then stepped aside. She took a final glance at Thistle and then made her way to the cubby to squeeze in with Berry.
Thistle tensed as Bucky slipped into the bed with her. As he cuddled up beside her, she could feel something prodding her hip. She melted when she felt his foreleg wrap around her and then felt his lips on her neck, working upwards towards her ear. “I think I’m ready,” she whispered. She felt a gentle tug on her ear as Bucky took it between his lips and pulled. Electric tingles coursed through her body and she could feel little shivers traveling up and down her spine. “So how are you going to take me?” she asked.
“I am not sure yet,” Bucky breathed into Thistle’s ear. “I don’t want to hurt you or my foal and I want you to be comfortable… I know how your back hurts.”After speaking, Bucky could feel Thistle relaxing against him.
Berry snuggled against Derpy and kissed her mate softly. “You know, I just kinda want to watch those two… I’m feeling sappy witnessing this tender moment,” she confessed.
“You sound like Rainbow Dash,” Derpy replied as she situated herself belly to belly Berry Punch. She could feel Berry’s teats against her own and she realised that Berry was leaking a bit. “Are you full of milk?”
“Yeah, and it kinda hurts,” Berry answered.
“You know, Bucky would help you with that if you let him,” Derpy whispered.
“Have him milk me again? I hate to admit it, but I really like it when he does that,” Berry answered.
“No, I mean have him suckle at your teats. It might be nice for him. It could be a very special intimate moment between you two, if you don’t ruin it by being a crass horseapple head,” Derpy suggested. “You should try it with him sometime.”
Berry did not reply and fell silent. She thought of an earlier conversation where they had wondered if Bucky had been teat fed. Berry tried to understand the scope of the act. In her mind, it might just be a moment even more intimate than sex, and something about that idea both scared her and titillated her a great deal in equal parts.
“He could rest his head upon your thigh and just have a quiet moment of bonding with you… you could stroke his head or something. Give him something his bitch of a mother failed to provide,” Derpy whispered with a faint raspy growl in her voice.
“Wow, I think you hate her just as much as I do,” Berry whispered as she watched Thistle enthusiastically making out with Bucky.
“I don’t know how I feel and I don’t wanna talk about it,” Derpy grumbled as she gave Berry a crushing hug to relieve her frustrations. She could see Thistle’s winking fillyhood. It was no longer pink, but red, and her lips were swollen with desire and need.
“Thistle, are you comfortable on your side?” Bucky asked in a heated whisper. He was almost completely overcome by need and he found it difficult to speak or concentrate.
“Yes,” Thistle gasped in reply. Her own need was painful. She needed something to happen, even if she wasn’t sure what it was that she needed.
“I am gonna roll you over onto your side, and then I am gonna spoon against your back. I am going to take you from behind and I promise to be careful and slow. I don’t want to put my weight down on our foal and I don’t know what I am doing because I’ve never rutted anypony fat with a foal before,” Bucky explained.
“Just no going in my pucker!” Thistle begged.
“What?” Bucky asked.
“Derpy told me she likes it right up her plot hole,” Thistle replied.
“Yes, she does. And I only slipped it into Berry’s plothole once and that was an accident. I didn’t know what I was doing,” Bucky answered. He realised he might have made a mistake when Thistle tensed.
“Just so long as you plow into my filly bits carefully,” Thistle whispered nervously.
“Want me to spend some time nibbling on you?” Bucky offered.
“No, I just want to know how this is going to be… I think I’m good to go,” Thistle responded in a panting reply. She began to twist and roll over onto her side and then scooted her plot up against Bucky.
Bucky found Thistle’s body to be quite arousing in this position. She was smaller than him, and Bucky finally discovered what it felt like to be a larger stallion with a smaller mare. Or in Thistle’s case, a filly. With Derpy and Berry, they were roughly the same size as him, even though he was only slightly larger.
But Thistle was small. Something about her drove Bucky wild and triggered his protective instincts. Her barrel was slender under his foreleg, and her form was delicate. The only thing large about her was her belly, which was a big as a giant pumpkin and she was only about halfway through her pregnancy now. He nuzzled her ear with his snoot and let out an excited whinny. His foreleg traveled along her side, over her sleek ribs, and his fetlock rested on the widest part of the belly. He pushed his hips forward as he pulled her to him and pushed her downwards towards his cock, which was throbbing with need. He felt a damp warmth and gently pushed her downwards onto himself as he carefully thrust upwards.
Thistle parted with a small cry and Bucky held himself in place, going no further. She wiggled in his grasp and worked her way free, which made Bucky slip out of her.
“We can stop any time Thistle,” Bucky whispered. He kissed Thistle just below her ear and rubbed her softly with his snoot.
“I won’t lie, that hurt a bit,” Thistle said with a tearful sniffle.
“I am so sorry love…” Bucky said apologetically. He lifted his foreleg from her and began to squirm his way out of the bed.
“What are you doing?” Thistle asked.
“Leaving you be,” Bucky replied. “This was a mistake, perhaps Derpy was right.”
“No!” Thistle retorted. “You get back here and screw me gently!”
Bucky went still, not sure what to do. He remained in the bed beside Thistle. The kelpie began to wiggle up against him and then wiggled her hips into an inviting position.
“You finish what you started right now this instant mister!” Thistle demanded. “Just go… just go really slow…” she continued in a halting fearful voice.
Bucky wrapped his foreleg over Thistle’s barrel and pulled her close.
“He’s in trouble,” Berry said to Derpy as the two remained snuggled together belly to belly, laying on their sides, legs entwined in a tangle.
Derpy sighed, not sure what to do. She wanted to shout and make this stop. She wanted to break free from Berry’s embrace and then run over to comfort Thistle. She clung to Berry and felt a worrying sense of conflict.
“Derpy, if you interfere, she won’t forgive you for a long time,” Berry whispered after she picked up on what Derpy was thinking. “She’s stubborn, and she is going to see this through. And Poor Bucky looks like a kicked foal right now.”
Derpy buried her face into Berry’s pelt and let out a faint sound of pain.
“Foal birth is going to hurt her even more Derpy, you’d better learn to deal with this now,” Berry whispered.
Bucky rubbed his tip against Thistle’s folds, took a deep breath, steeled his nerves, and once again, he pushed his way into her. She was tight. He could feel her stretched tight all around him, and it felt like he had wormed his way into Derpy’s crushing pucker. She wiggled, writhed, and squirmed her hips, nearly causing him to slip out. He slid one foreleg, the one he was laying on, under her neck and pulled her head close to him, cradling it on his leg as he kissed her apologetically for hurting her again. He waited patiently, even though part of him wanted to bury himself deep inside of her repeatedly, over and over again, until he achieved release.
Berry watched as Bucky held himself in place and she felt proud of him. She could see him sunk in only an inch or two into Thistle’s glistening folds. She could see that Thistle was stretched tight around the shimmering wet looking skin of Bucky’s mottled pink and brown cock. Thistle appeared to be stretched nearly to the point of breaking, and Berry felt some concern. Given enough time, things should loosen up a bit. Berry could see that Bucky was sweating, straining, fighting back his obvious need. Berry knew that most stallions would have gave up all pretext of being gentle and would have plowed onwards, not caring about the damage that they might do or the agony they might cause, and that many stallions were actually aroused by a mare or filly’s cries of pain. Berry had experienced a couple of rough tumbles in the hay. Bucky looked afraid and a little disgusted, perhaps with himself, Berry supposed. Thistle had a look of pain upon her face and her muzzle appeared to be scrunched up in intense concentration.
Derpy could no longer bear to watch. She was feeling entirely too motherly and her emotions drove her to distraction. She hid her face in Berry’s pelt.
Thistle braced herself and then pushed herself down a bit on Bucky, causing him to slide in deeper. She sucked in a deep breath and held it for as moment, and then let it out in panting gasps. As painful was it was, it wasn’t as painful as the first time she had been taken, and there was no violence this time. She could feel herself stretching a bit, but her skin still felt as though it had been stretched thin around her fleshy opening. She could feel Bucky trembling and she knew just enough about rutting to know that he was struggling to hold back. She could feel his hips twitching with an instinctual need.
“Thank you,” Thistle squeaked.
“For what,” Bucky gasped.
“For everything,” Thistle replied with a breathless moan. She pushed herself down a little more and took more of Bucky in. Reaching down her with foreleg, she stroked her nubbin with her fetlock, trying to make herself relax.
When Bucky heard Thistle moan and felt her shudder from her own touch, he nearly broke. The urge was painful. He ached with his repressed need. Thistle was so delightfully tight around him. He reached around her belly and stroked her teats, which caused her to make hitching shuddering gasps that only further inflamed his desire. He pulled out a tiny bit and then pushed in a tiny bit, feeling himself slipping in and out of her tight silken folds. She felt as hot as the steel foundry against the flesh that he had penetrated her with. The rest of him could feel cool air blowing over his sopping skin. He wanted to be warm, to be buried deep within her, but that would betray her trust of him. He wasn’t even ring deep within her yet.
Bucky drew a deep shuddering breath and squeezed Thistle gently. Her small body filled him with all kinds of protective urges that conflicted with his need to rut her silly. He felt confused. Her soft cries of pain both filled him with desire and the need to comfort her. He didn’t know what to do.
Thistle wiggled her hips, sliding herself around on Bucky’s flared tip, causing it to wiggle around inside of her. There was pleasure buried in the pain, and the pain was easing slightly. She came to a profound understanding of Bucky’s love for her. This must be just as painful for him, and that brought her comfort. She had an idea. She squirmed and let Bucky slip free from her folds, but she did not release him. She caught him between her thighs, squeezed, and then rocked her hips backwards. She felt him shudder behind her and heard him groan. She smiled. She could feel his cock slitting along her filly bump as it slid between her sopping slick thighs. She felt clever and proud for enduring and then finding a way. She could feel Bucky releasing his aggression as he thrust himself between her clenched thighs, and Thistle felt incredibly aroused by his grunting and heavy breathing in her ear. Each frenzied thrust slid along her winking nubbin and filled her body with crazy pleasurable sensations. She arched her back against Bucky to encourage him to let go. She could take everything he had to give this way.
“Interfemoral intercourse,” Berry whispered to Derpy. “She’s a smart filly.”
Derpy opened her eyes. “What?” she asked.
“Thistle has Bucky trapped between her thighs and she isn’t letting go. And from the looks of it, they are both enjoying it a great deal. I think she’s gonna cum from the faces she’s making,” Berry said as she watched the rutting going on in the bed with great interest.
Derpy allowed herself to look over at the rutting couple. Thistle no longer appeared to be in pain, and Bucky was screwing her three ways to Sunday. She could see Bucky’s cock sliding in and out between Thistle’s thighs and she could only guess at what it must be rubbing up against. She watched as Thistle squeezed her legs together even tighter, actually crossing them and hooking one hock over the other. The wet slurping sounds of sloppy shagging could be heard as Thistle clearly began to enjoy herself.
Bucky thrust himself in and out from between Thistle’s silken thighs. He could feel the hot wetness of her slick slit rubbing along the top of his cock, and he could feel a little hard hot knob of flesh rubbing up against his ring with every pass. He held nothing back and gave it to Thistle hard and dirty, somehow knowing that going at it roughly was the only way to give Thistle enough stimulation to go off.
And he intended to make the filly cum to show her how much he loved her. She was clenching her hind legs together and it produced the most wonderful feeling of friction against his stabbing thrusting cock as he slipped in and out of her silken embrace. Her ear flickered against his snoot and suddenly, he could not hold her close enough. He squeezed her as much as he dared as he continued to give her the most enthusiastic boning he could muster. He kissed her frantically just behind her ear.
Thistle felt her body tense and she cried out. She could feel each thrust teasing her feminine folds and the hot feeling of Bucky’s plunging flesh lingering over her own little pebble hard knob of happiness. She felt too hot, and she felt wet down there. She could not contain herself and she continued to cry out as her body twitched and spasmed.
Bucky smiled when he felt Thistle climax and kept going. He was pent up, but he had a ways to go. His frenzied thrusting continued unabated as he attempted to screw Thistle senseless.
“See, everything is fine mama bird, love found a way,” Berry said as she watched Thistle make silly faces. The kelpie’s eyes had crossed and her tongue was lolling out as her nostrils flared. She kissed Derpy warmly on the lips and went back to watching the show.
“We have a really good husband,” Derpy whispered softly after the kiss she had with Berry and she squeezed the earth pony close to her. “And look at her face… I wish I had a camera.”
The two mares cuddled together as they watched Thistle having the time of her young life.
Finally, Bucky could take no more. He wasn’t quite sure what to do, release was imminent. “What do I do?” he grunted. “This is gonna make a mess!”
“Ease it inside of me… gently,” Thistle said. “Just the tip. I want to feel it,” she begged as she opened her legs.
Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He parted her once again, and found that it was a little easier this time, and upon entering her steamy recesses, he lost control of himself. With a jerking series of convulsions, he sent his seed spattering into Thistle as the kelpie let out a few gasping cries. He tried not to thrust inwards any deeper as he blew out several spurts of cum into Thistle’s overly tight snatch.
“That didn’t hurt too much,” Thistle panted as she felt Bucky pull out of her. She squeaked as Bucky roughly pulled her close, crushing her to his body and she could feel his lips traveling down her neck, causing cold chilly tingles which made her flesh turn to goosebumps. She could feel the tips of his fangs pressing into flesh faintly as he continued to kiss her and work her over. She slid her slitted mound over his now softening cock, relishing the feeling of it against her. She heard a savage growl from behind her as she felt herself being turned over. In a moment, she was belly to belly with Bucky, and he was still crushing her close, he was snarling, and his muzzle connected with hers.
The couple exchanged a smolderingly hot kiss before pulling apart breathlessly.
Thistle saw the drowsy look in Bucky’s eye and felt relieved. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately and she wanted him to sleep. “Sleep,” she whispered. “I’m a very happy filly,” she cooed. She heard hoofsteps and then felt another body climb into the bed, and then another. Thistle felt Derpy settle in behind her, and she watched as Berry Punch eased herself down beside Bucky.
“Was it everything you hoped for?” Derpy asked in a low whisper.
“I didn’t know what to expect,” Thistle answered honestly.
“You make the most adorable faces when you have the shudders,” Berry teased. “I can’t wait to have my fun with you.” The earth pony yawned and then rubbed Bucky, whose breathing had slowed.
The earth pony’s yawn was contagious and Thistle yawned as well. She could feel Derpy’s warm body pressed against her back and she was sandwiched between the pegasus and the unicorn she loved.
“No foals in the bed… as alpha I claim the morning shag,” Derpy said cheerfully.
“You didn’t get to have Bucky love you,” Thistle said with a sudden realisation.
“No, but that’s okay. As a herd, it is all about give and take. There are four of us now. We can each satisfy one another. And come morning, I just might have another go at you as well you little minx… how would you feel about giving Bucky a nice show with Berry and I?” Derpy replied.
“I’m not sure,” Thistle said in an uncertain voice.
“We’ll move along at your pace,” Berry said reassuringly.
“Thank you,” Thistle replied and then she yawned again.
“He’s out,” Berry announced. “Sounds like a good deep sleep too, not the twitchy whimpering and kicking sleep he’s been having. I swear, he goes to sleep now and immediately begins to have bad dreams or something.”
“Maybe we need to wear him out nightly,” Derpy said in a serious voice.
“Good form of stress relief,” Berry responded.
“He does so much for others… we owe it to him to keep him happy,” Thistle stated.
Derpy nodded and squeezed the kelpie one last time as she yawned.
“I feel sticky,” Thistle announced.
“Thistle, have I got a story to tell you about our first night together…” Berry said.
Berry Punch checked the ropes once again. With a nudge, she was able to slip the loop from Bucky’s stump. Smiling, she slid it back into place over the end of his severed limb. "If we hurt you at all, or something goes wrong, you just pull this leg free from the rope, wave it around, and we’ll cuddle you until you feel better. Okay?”
Bucky nodded, unable to reply with the gag in his mouth.
Smiling, Berry turned to look at Derpy and Thistle. She stood up over Bucky with her tail over his face, the long fine hairs spilling over his muzzle. “So, what do we do?”
“I say we get each other warmed up,” Thistle said as she pushed Derpy over and flopped down on top of her. She struggled with the grey mare, and the pair began to flounder around the bed, each trying gain dominance.
With Thistle being pregnant, Derpy didn’t try very hard. She allowed herself to be pinned down and dominated, even when Thistle sat down upon her head and dry humped her face.
Still standing over Bucky, Berry Punch looked down and noticed something was peeking out. “Hey ladies… I think this naughty stallion likes to watch his mares to fight one another.”
“Am I sexy?” Thistle asked Berry as she sat down on Derpy’s head and ground her bottom against the pegasus. She yelped softly when she felt a gentle tugging nip.
“So very sexy,” Berry admitted as she watched Thistle get rolled over by Derpy and held down for a moment. Berry saw a flash of orange tongue plunging into Thistle’s fuzzy cleft, and there was a long low moan from the kelpie. She felt the muscles in her dock tensing and her tail slowly rising in arousal. She knew that Bucky was down below her, getting quite a show from the two mares beside him or just by looking up.
“Not fair, you went right for the licking,” Thistle protested.
“You sat on my face,” Derpy argued as Thistle wrestled her over.
Sitting on top of Derpy, Thistle straddled Derpy’s already moistening minge, the mare making meek muffled moans as she did so. There was a salacious sound of succulent suction, as two lewd luscious labias longingly latched, locking lasciviously to one another in lurid lovestruck lust.
Looking down, Berry Punch could see that Bucky definitely liked what he was watching. She dropped her head and gave a long lick, starting at his flared tip and slowly working down to his balls. The half hard cock twitched and Berry held her head over it, breathing slowly onto the skin. She could see the goose bumps all over Bucky’s body.
Derpy and Thistle continued their tribadism, something Thistle enjoyed a great deal. Berry took note that Thistle enjoyed external stimulation more than internal stimulation.
Hearing the moaning from the two mares was making Berry feel wet. She felt something dribble, hot sticky liquid trailing from her now clenching marehood, and she could hear Bucky’s surprised murmur through his gag. She knew without looking that she had dripped on him. Sticking out her tongue again, she gave another long slow lick to Bucky’s now fully erect cock. Her tongue lingered over the flared tip, moving in a circle, and then moved down, zigzagging from side to side as she trailed her way downwards.
Feeling a spike of jealous envy, Berry could hear Derpy was already approaching orgasm. Her oversized clitoris and pent up state allowed her to scratch her itch against Thistle, who was humping back and forth in a furious fashion, her mouth open and her tongue hanging out as she ground away on Derpy’s clenching cleft with her own madly winking and now swollen slit. Berry waited for just the right moment, her body ready to pounce.
When Derpy started to let out whimpering cries, and with Thistle nowhere near the finish line, Berry Punch sprung into action. She pushed Thistle over, knocking her onto her back, and Berry dove down between her legs. She could taste Derpy’s distinct flavour upon Thistle’s luscious labial lips, and Berry plunged her long tongue down deep into Thistle’s now overly hot and excited folds. The fuzz along the edges was glazed over with squalene secretions, and Berry loved every inch of Thistle’s small delicate marehood. It was like a tiny fragile blossom, a delicate bloom, a rare treat for a hungry earth pony to devour. Thistle was tiny and delicate, and her cunny wasn’t very deep. Berry could lick its deepest and most hidden recesses without effort.
“Wow, Bucky is really turned on… he’s drooling… there is a puddle forming on his belly,” Derpy announced breathlessly as Berry Punch continued to work poor Thistle over.
Derpy, feeling creative, maneuvered around the bed until she was sitting at Bucky’s backside. She grabbed his left hind hoof and held it between her own two front hooves, lifting it as much as the rope would allow. Her eyes narrowed into a mischievous expression of well meaning malice. Her tongue came out and she slowly licked one of Bucky’s frogs.
The effect was immediate. Bucky exploded with muffled laughter through his gag and his whole body tensed. He squirmed against his bonds and was unable to stop Derpy from taking a second lick.
Derpy allowed her tongue to linger, moving in a lazy circle, pressing down on the soft fleshy pad in the center of Bucky’s hoof. Derpy, still riding the aftereffects of her first orgasm, felt a spike of arousal. Seeing her husband completely helpless and at her mercy turned her on. She also felt a tiny bit of shame because she enjoyed it so much. Watching him and feeling him thrash against his bonds made a hot prickly heat appear in her nethers. She licked his frog again, knowing there was nothing he could do to make her stop. This made Derpy feel incredibly naughty with a touch of guilt. She was torturing her husband and she found herself enjoying it.
The only thing that allowed her to continue was knowing that Bucky could make this stop at any time. She moved on to his right hind hoof and then it a teasing lick, and she could hear a frustrated moan from Bucky, followed by involuntary laughter.
Meanwhile, Berry was getting Thistle frustratingly close to orgasm, only to back and away and tease. Thistle was making little mewling pleading cries now, begging for release. Ignoring Thistle’s cries, Berry focused on Thistle’s teats instead, giving each one a lick with the rough side edge of her tongue.
“Berry please… don’t tease,” Thistle whined.
“Oh… we have a beggar… maybe we’ll tie you up next,” Berry said, her hot breath blowing over Thistle’s most delicate places and making the kelpie jerk and twitch. Without a word of warning, Berry latched on to Thistle’s winking nubbin with her lips and suckled, causing Thistle to kick all four legs into the air and squeal, an adorable fillyish squeak of bliss as she finally slipped over the edge, shuddering with a powerful orgasmic spasm in her chasm.
Lifting her soaked and dripping muzzle from Thistle, Berry turned her attention to Bucky and Derpy. She watched as Derpy licked Bucky’s frogs and Bucky’s reaction was certainly something to see. With each lick, his cock twitched and thudded against his belly.
Repositioning herself, Berry got herself a mouthful of cock and began sucking. It was far too girthy to get much in, not without making her jaw ache from opening too wide, but she was able to gobble the flared end well enough. She ran her tongue over the tip and teased the opening. A bitter liquid trickled out and Berry shuddered from the taste.
Bucky didn’t taste like other stallions. His taste had changed since the introduction of meat into his diet. Berry wasn’t sure what to make of the flavour, but it was strong, bitter, pungent, and musky.
Berry lifted her head away, locking her lips around him with powerful suction to tease him as she pulled up. She could feel Bucky straining beneath her. He was moaning and laughing as the assault upon his frogs continued. She gave a long lick, moving her tongue from his balls up to the tip of the shaft, lingering for a moment as she traveled.
Thistle, recovering, moved over to Bucky’s left side since Berry was on his right, and Derpy was in the middle. She began licking Bucky’s shaft, her tongue commingling with Berry’s as they worked together. Each shuddering breath was hot upon Bucky’s throbbing foal making pole.
Derpy, realising she was missing out on the fun, moved up between Bucky’s legs and stuck her head in between Berry and Thistle. Cheek to cheek with her two fellow-wives, she gave Bucky a loving lick, languidly lingering lazily over his balls. They were salty, a bit sweaty, and Derpy rather liked the flavour. They were large, soft, and slipped around in the little sack they called home. This was Derpy’s most treasured object… the source of all future foals in her family. She curiously slurped a testicle into her mouth and applied careful suction.
“I am so turned on right now, I am about to go off from the feeling of my own winking,” Berry panted, lifting her head up for a moment to take a breather. She was incredibly aroused from watching Bucky struggling against the ropes.
“More goo is dribbling out,” Thistle said between licks.
Berry went back to work, teasing with her tongue around the tip. She felt Bucky spasm and knew he was close, so berry close to going off, and Berry wrapped her lips around his flared tip. She ground her tongue down upon the narrow opening and waited, wondering how much of a load Bucky would blow.
With a grunt, Bucky went off and Berry’s mouth was flooded with hot, salty, bitter, foul tasting cum. Stallion spunk was actually something Berry didn’t mind, but this was even worse than the cock snot she had sampled earlier. She struggled to swallow, gagged, and then fled from the bed and out the door to the bathroom as the rest of Bucky’s seed shot all over his belly and his barrel.
Feeling adventurous, Thistle gave a lick to the still warm semen. She shuddered. It didn’t taste good at all. Far too bitter. She watched as more stringy strands came spurting out, Bucky’s cock jerking spastically with each burst.
Crinkling her nose, Derpy watched as Thistle shivered and pulled away. She climbed up over Bucky until she reached his head and loosened his gag. “How was it?”
“No more frog licking!” Bucky shouted.
“So… more frog licking in the future,” Derpy replied.
“No… it tickles,” Bucky begged.
The door opened and Berry came back into the room. “Sorry about that,” she said in an embarrassed voice.
“You know, Berry is the only one of us who hasn’t gone off,” Derpy announced.
“There are ways to fix that,” Bucky said, his horn flashing.
Derpy took a long lustful look at Berry Punch, who was hogtied on the bed. She wasn’t tied down like Bucky was. All four legs had been bound together, she had been gagged, blindfolded, and left on her back. Her curvaceous backside was exposed for all to view, her winking pulsating sex out on display. Derpy could even see her tight perky pink little pucker sitting just above her dock.
“Naughty mares who waste spunk have to be punished,” Derpy announced. She grinned when she heard Berry moan. She gave Berry’s buttocks a good swat and watched as Berry’s marehood quivered in response. She gave another good brisk slap, striking Berry right on the left strawberry, which made Berry cry out into her gag.
“Did I hurt you?” Derpy asked, now worried, the act dropped.
Berry shook her head no.
“This kinda play makes me nervous. How do we know when to stop?” Derpy asked.
“Comes down to trust,” Bucky stated. “She wants to be dominated. I dunno about you, but I am going to screw this earth pony silly.”
Berry nodded enthusiastically, unable to respond in any otherway.
“Before you do, I have my own plans,” Derpy said. “Thistle?”
“My back hurts. I’m going to lay here and watch. I’m worn out,” Thistle replied.
“Be my guest,” Bucky said to Derpy with a waving gesture towards Berry.
Derpy dove in, her head darting down to get lick of Berry’s exposed and helpless folds. Berry was tangy and salty, there was a faint hint of something almost like garlic.
Her bound legs squirming against her bonds, Berry kicked and wiggled as Derpy worked her way in deeper and deeper. Berry could feel Derpy’s strong tongue parting her folds, licking around little secret nooks and crannies, and going especially deep into her cranny.
And then, she felt the tongue someplace else. Berry squirmed as Derpy’s tongue circled her pucker. Berry never quite understood Derpy’s fascination with anal play. She took a deep shuddering breath as intense pressure was applied to her clenching tailhole. She felt herself growing moist back there, the skin becoming soft and slick, and she thought back to the time when she had shared Derpy’s sensation of backdoor penetration and sex. She felt her heart race just a little bit faster.
“Mmmmph!”
Bucky watched as the tip of Derpy’s tongue wormed its way inside of Berry’s flexing pucker, pushing apart the wrinkled skin. Berry squirmed and wiggled, trying to get away from the randy pegasus that was giving her a rimjob.
Leaning down, Bucky gave Thistle a slow tender kiss, allowing his tongue to creep into her mouth and explore the hidden fleshly places beneath her tongue. When the long kiss was over, he trailed little kisses along her cheek, down her neck, and then began to work his way down further, each peck making Thistle let out a tiny squeak. Finally, he kissed her navel and went no further. He worked his way back up, slowly, teasingly, little kisses being trailed over every inch of progress, until he found himself at her ear. He gave her ear a teasing lick, and then kissed her one last time just above her eyes. Leaning over her ear, he took a deep breath. “I love you dearly. I hope I can provide the life you wanted,” he breathed into Thistle’s ear.
“I’m a very happy kelpie,” Thistle whispered.
As Bucky watched, Derpy disengaged from Berry, stepped over the hogtied earth pony, sat down near Berry’s head, spread her legs, tore away Berry’s gag, and grabbing ahold of Berry’s ears, forced Berry’s muzzle into her hot damp folds. He could see Berry’s orange tongue licking, probing, finding its way into Derpy’s depths.
He lay down beside Berry punch on his side and scooted closer, until his belly was pressed against her soft silken sides. He then began to wiggle his way upwards, until he had positioned the tip of his cock against her smouldering snatch. He could hear the wet sloppy sounds of Berry working Derpy over. He snaked one leg through Berry’s hogtied limbs, wrapped it around her, pulled her close, and then, he thrusted, sinking himself almost halfway in.
He heard Berry hiss and he waited for a moment. All she needed was a moment. He gave her that. He then pulled out, leaving only the tip inside, and, with one well practiced thrust, buried himself balls deep in the earth pony. He wasted no time hammering her as hard as he dared, each slamming thrust forcing her muzzle deep into Derpy’s snatch. He worked with a slow steady rhythm, Berry needed a moment to gasp for some air after all, but he gave her the sort of rough rutting she had been begging for. He spared her backside no mercy. Each one of his frenzied thrusts caused Derpy to cry out as Berry’s muzzle collided with terrific force against her stench trench.
Derpy kept a tight hold of Berry’s ears, pinching them in her folded fetlocks, pushing and pulling Berry’s head up and down to force her tongue to move over all the right areas as Bucky continuously collided against Berry’s cunny curtains.
Thistle watched with growing interest as Bucky’s pecker, glistening with juices, slid in and out of Berry Punch. She could see the skin stretched tight all around, and she watched as Berry’s foal hole changed shape, getting pushed inwards on each thrust, and stretching outwards each time Bucky pulled out. Thistle became quite aroused by the sight of the stretching distorting skin, how elastic it seemed to be.
Bucky knew he was doing a good job because Berry began bleating each time his balls slapped into her. He could feel her growing tighter around him, and then, after a few more solid slams, Berry let out a muffled cry into Derpy’s slick snatch.
He was close now, so close, and with a wet “schlorp!” sound, he pulled free of Berry’s well plowed furrow. Berry made a confused needy cry as he repositioned himself, sitting on his haunches, and bumping his groin up against her backside. He grabbed her by her hogtied legs, his hind legs stretched along each of her sides, and then, he pulled her down violently onto his cock, impaling her, going in as deep as possible.
Berry bleated uncontrollably as she was speared.
With a few quick thrusts, Bucky approached his breaking point and blew his load, filling Berry Punch with hot creamy foal batter. He gave a few more humps, keeping himself deep inside of her, squeezing his hind legs against her sides.
His balls turned to ice when there was a soft knock at the door.
“Aye lad, finish up in there, Luna’s arrived unannounced for a lesson, I’ll try to stall her.”
It was the sight that all colts and stallions sought to see.
The crack of dawn.
He had only seen a glimpse, merely the distinct crevice of her buttocks, the fine curve of what usually existed hidden under her tail, he saw only the suggestion what lurks back there if she were to spread open and her secret places exposed. He had seen her, without actually seeing her. And he desired to see more.
She was beautiful.
The great white expanse fueled his imagination, filled his mind with fevered coltish thoughts of need, and even now, in her office, he could feel his needs manifesting in the back of this mind as she lectured him for some meaningless prank he had committed, he wasn’t even paying attention to which one.
So consumed with his thoughts, so lost in lurid daydreams, he failed to noticed his own unsheathing, or the glistening drop of slick liquid that dribbled from his flared tip. His expression vacant, his eyes half closed, his ears limp at the sides of his face. He smacked his lips together once, noticing the drool in his mouth, and then he became aware of the fact that she had stopped talking. She was sitting in her chair, behind her desk, and her nostrils went wide as she sniffed. One eyebrow raised slowly, and her eyes narrowed as she focused her gaze upon him.
“You dirty little colt.”
Her words were as searingly hot as her sun. Her tone wasn’t scolding, no, it was something else, something his fevered coltish brain didn’t understand just yet. Her words were a scorching bit of praise, an admission of desire. He watched, nervous, his body trembling as she rose from the chair she was sitting in.
She was a giant. She was a giant and he always felt so tiny when compared to her. His weak and scrawny body always felt even more diminished when she drew near, as she was doing now, coming closer, the hot breath of her snorting landing on his neck and causing him to shiver.
He felt electric tingles all of his body as he was lifted from his chair, held in the golden glow of her magic, and then dropped down to the floor upon his back. He tried to roll over, to get up, to escape, but she was on him in a second, pressing her nose into his barrel, her snoot bearing down upon his ribs, and he could feel her sniffing, her astonishly hot breath blowing into his pelt as she chuffed repeatedly. And then he felt her moving downward.
His brain panicked as he realised he was unsheathed. He tried to squirm away, but he found he was quite powerless to stop the giantess from having her way with him. He felt her linger along his breast bone, and then, she moved further down.
He could feel her snuffling along his now rock hard shaft, breathing in and out, her breath moist and blazingly hot. He felt her nostrils press into the veiny skin just below his flared tip, and more clear sticky liquid began to dribble out.
“Such a naughty colt. I’ve been inside of your mind. I know what you saw. Would you like to see the crack of dawn?”
Very much against his will, he felt his flesh betray him as his head nodded yes and his hips bucked upwards, sliding his tiny cock against her muzzle.
“So eager. I have forgotten how eager little colts can be.”
He could feel her snuffling, sniffing, her muzzle moving along his shaft, her breathing heavy against his flesh. The heat was almost too much. Something in his balls ached and he spurted, white liquid rushing out from the opening at the end of his tiny little colt cock, the thin runny goo splashing over her muzzle.
He saw her raise her head slightly and lick away the sticky froth spattering her face.
It inflamed him with even more desire, making his cock twitch, leaving it somewhere between being limp and hard. Already, he felt himself stirring only seconds after his first release. She was still licking, getting every drop, her eyes half closed in a drowsy stare of unabashed lust. He could see her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth, and, with a quick sudden movement of her head, she dropped down and gave him one quick lick along his length, going from balls to tip in one short quick movement, making him go completely hard again.
Her breathing tickled, and he struggled and kicked as he remained powerless beneath her. There was nothing he could do to stop her. Not that he wanted to stop her.
He watched as her knees flexed and her legs bent. She was laying down now, easing down beside him upon the carpeted floor, first on her belly, then on her side, and then rolling over onto her back.
“Come on my little eager one. Have a look upon the crack of dawn.”
Rolling over onto his own legs, he got up and took a few steps over, allowing himself a curious glance. Her legs were spread, she was open, and he could see everything in all of its glory. It was like staring into the sun. He could feel heat rising up from her, he could smell something sharp and pungent. Her teats were almost as large as his head. He allowed himself one cautious lick, he tasted salt and the flavour of flesh, and then he pressed his nose against her and began sniffing.
“I know what you want, its okay my little colt. You are one of my special students. Go ahead. Rise up, place your front hooves upon my belly, and see if you can find your way into me. You can do it. You have never disappointed me before, and you will not disappoint me now my little colt.”
Running his tongue over his muzzle, which was damp from her moisture, he reared up on his hind legs, wrapped his front legs around her teats, hugging them to his barrel, then he began to prod against her. He felt the tug of magic upon his body, lifting his hooves from off of the floor. He was too small, too short to even reach her moist slit, even in this inviting position. He felt himself sprawling over the curve of body, his face buried into the velvet hairs of her navel, just above her teats.
And then, there was searing pain as he was pushed inside of her hot pink slit, and he could feel his little prick burning from unexpected heat. He let out a pleading whimper as he felt himself being drawn deeper in, not that he could go in very far. He was small, tiny, stunted, every inch of his body was undersized for his age.
But that didn’t stop him from trying. He rammed his hips forward, instinct taking over. In mid stroke, he found that he could not pull out. Something was pulling him in. He felt himself grabbed by his cock, some unseen force gripped him, and it tugged, gently, pulling him in deep, and with a wet sucking sound, his balls, as tiny as grapes, were slurped inside, the heat making him writhe in a feverish frenzy. It was like having his balls dipped into too hot bathwater. He tried to pull out, to pull away, but it was impossible. Something was holding him, clutching him by his colthood.
“You are far to precious for me to let go.”
He kicked and pounded upon her belly with his front hooves, and he could feel a flood of hot sticky liquid soaking his belly and his hind legs. He cried out, his body orgasming spastically, repeatedly as he was pulled deeper in.
“Your mother wronged you. I have decided to correct that and make you my foal. I am the mother that you deserve.”
Her words were gentle, and Bucky felt his hips being sucked into her, he was being devoured and drawn in, swallowed by the crack of dawn. He was having trouble breathing, the heat was threatening to overwhelm him, and he panted as he continued spurting inside of her.
And then, somehow, his hind legs were gone, now inside of her body, and she was swallowing him, drawing him in, devouring him with her feminine maw that stretched around his lower half. He pounded with his forelegs, trying to escape, not wanting to be swallowed, his body crushed in the fiery furnace that was her sex.
“I will remake you in my own image. I will find a center in you. I will find a purpose for you. And when you are reborn, you will be mine and mine alone. I will be the mother you deserve. Mother is the name for Goddess in the lips and hearts of little foals. Call me mother my little foal.”
He tried to speak, but his ribs were crushed in a sopping velvet vice. She had swallowed him up to his shoulders. His struggles became more and more feeble, and then he wondered why he was struggling. He wanted this. His remaining will shattered, broken apart like the glass he so loved to work with.
“Finally, you understand that I want what is best for you. You will be reborn in fire.”
With a gasp, he was finally devoured by the crack of dawn, drawn inside of the great white mare, pulled inside of the womb of a phoenix-goddess in equine form. The heat was now soothing, and there was no need to breathe. No need to struggle. He was finally safe. He opened his mouth and willingly flooded his lungs with amniotic fluid.
A better life awaited. The tyranny of his own mother was broken and he would be reborn in fire, a better stronger pony. Nothing could reach him now, nothing could hurt him here, he was beyond the reach of all those who would do him harm, secure in a fortress womb. The boogeypony couldn’t find him here. No more nightmares. No more glaring red and green eyes lurking in the dark. No more shadows that moved and danced in a way most unnatural.
Bucky awoke with a gasp. It was dark and he felt too warm. Around him were five bodies pressed up against him from all sides. He was on his back, sweating, drenched, and it was a struggle to breathe. Derpy was half draped over his lower half, and he could feel her warm body pressed tightly against his hard cock. Thistle’s head rested upon his neck and shoulder, and pressed against her was Berry, who was also against his right side. He could feel her milk swollen teats pressed tightly against his hip. Bon Bon’s cheek was pressed up against his own, and Lyra was squished between Bon Bon’s body and his own on his left. He took a deep shuddering breath and tried to compose himself without disturbing his mares.
He yawned, feeling sleep threatening to overcome him again, and he drifted away into slumber, his mind compelled by unseen forces, this time slipping into the innocent sleep of foals, a deep dreamless sleep that knew no troubles.
In the dark room, Luna’s essence lingered between Bucky’s ears, carefully closing the shackle she had so finely crafted to bind him to her will.
Yew Wood carefully stepped on Lugus’ back, making his spine crackle as she pranced around on his backbone. The big warrior grunted as the much smaller pegasus danced across his back, his eyes narrowing or going wide as she moved and shifted over his broad body. She was only a quarter of his size, and Lugus loved her more than he had any words to express.
“Do you remember our first time?” Yew asked as she applied her weight to her front hooves, pressing down between Lugus’ wing joints and causing a popcorn sound to fill the air. She smiled when she heard Lugus groan and continued to press down, until there was finally a loud pop and the big griffon went completely limp beneath her.
“How could I forget?” Lugus replied, his beak not moving, and his voice coming from deep within his throat. “It was a very memorable time for me.”
“For me as well,” Yew responded right away, balancing perfectly upon the monstrous brute she called her husband. “It was the first I felt truly loved… even though I had been previously married.”
“It was right after the battle,” Lugus said, reminiscing to a time not all that long ago.
“What was it that really made you fall in love with me?” Yew inquired, leaping off of Lugus’ back and settling down beside him on the bed.
“Your pretty face,” Lugus admitted in reply.
“With the big jagged scar running down one side and my missing eye?” Yew sighed. “You sweet talker. Just when I think we have something meaningful between us, you have to go right for the physical attraction.”
“The scar is… how you say… sexy,” Lugus muttered. “But I love you for other reasons too,” he added before he got himself in trouble.
The much larger griffon looked down at the much smaller pegasus who was looking up at him with one curious eye. He reached down and grabbed her with his talons, lifting her up to eye level, and carefully held her. He was able to wrap his talons completely around her body, his claws meeting together, and he squeezed her gently, understanding that pegasi liked a little squeezing. He watched as she folded her forelegs over her barrel and peered at him. It took an enormous amount of trust to be held in the claws of a creature that could bite your entire head off.
“So how are we going to do this?” Yew asked.
“Wait, I thought you were once married and had a foal?” Lugus said in a teasing reply.
Reaching out, Yew Wood rapped Lugus sharply on the beak and shook her head from side to side. “One of your hind legs is actually larger around than my body is. Really. What is the plan?”
“I don’t know,” Lugus said, being serious. “I have some concerns about hurting you.” He gently set the pegasus down upon the floor of their small cabin on The Scorned Mare and stepped back.
“Test run. I’m going to stand here, and you are going to act like you are mounting me,” Yew instructed, flicking her tail around. She turned around, presented by hiking her tail up, and dropped her front half down to the ground, leaving her rump up high in the air.
Lugus, being a very playful feline, reached out with one wing tip and gave her a tickle just below her tail, causing the mare to wiggle and giggle. He then attempted to mount her.
Yew vanished.
He stood over her, and she was completely gone. He dropped his head down to look between his front legs, and he could see her beneath him. She was halfway between his front and rear legs, and he was no where near where needed to be to penetrate her. He stepped forward, still looking at Yew, and banged his head into the wall, causing Yew to giggle.
“I’ll back up,” Yew offered.
Lugus watched and she scooted backward between his hind legs. Another problem presented itself. She was short, and he was tall. With her rump waggling around pleasingly in the air, she was still about a foot away from his hips. He dropped himself down a bit, finding the angle awkward and rather painful, until he felt his balls brush up against her.
“You still have the largest stones I’ve ever seen,” Yew announced from beneath him. “Almost as big as my head… they’ll make a nice place to rest my noggin I bet.”
“This isn’t working,” Lugus observed.
“Yeah, I know,” Yew replied. “You’d make a nice shelter though. Keep the rain off of me,” she added, standing up beneath him.
“There is going to be a much larger problem,” Lugus said in a low voice.
“And that is?” Yew inquired.
“When erect, my penis is longer than your whole body,” Lugus answered.
“Oh… my… gosh… really?” Yew breathed. “Lugus, I love you, but I’m worried.”
“So am I, I would never hurt you,” Lugus promised reassuringly.
“Roll over,” Yew commanded, reaching up and prodding Lugus’ belly.
The giant griffon flopped over on the bed and rolled over onto his back, his legs splaying out in different directions. He looked over at Yew, who was climbing into the bed and then climbing up on top of him. She stood on his ribcage, her weight easily supported by his bone structure.
“What do I have to work with here?” Yew said, using her nose to root around in Lugus’ groin. “Oh my… what do we have here?” she asked, sniffing and snuffling around. “Something is peeking out,” the pegasus announced excitedly.
“That feels very nice,” Lugus uttered as he felt Yew’s warm damp snoot brushing up against his bare flesh.
Not quite believing what she was seeing, Yew teased the tip of what was peeking out. “I dunno if it grows thicker, but it seems skinny,” she said.
“Very long and skinny… and there is a bone in there,” Lugus heaved as he felt her heavy breathing on his most sensitive areas.
“I’ve seen pony peckers bigger around than this… but never anything this long… and it keeps growing!” Yew admitted. She gave it a curious lick and she felt Lugus convulse beneath her. “Salty!”
“Oh… that… felt very good. It has been a while since I have done anything,” Lugus whispered. “This can’t be fair to you… I know from reading, your kind has foreplay… your kind at least tries to give the females pleasure… they call it hunt the radish. But I am incapable of such a thing,”
“So when you peek out, the bone just slides into place?” Yew asked.
“I suppose so, I do not know the actual mechanism,” Lugus replied.
“That’s a really big cock,” Yew gasped. It was indeed as long as the length of her body, skinny, veiny, and free of barbs. It was an odd shape compared to what she was used to, and she noticed that Lugus had an odd smell that she found she rather liked. “This is gonna be a really morbid question, but what happens to griffonesses who are about my size?”
“Do you really want to know?” Lugus inquired.
“Yeah… kinda,” Yew replied, feeling somewhat afraid.
“If a warrior such as myself takes a smaller female for the purposes of satiating his lust, he usually jams it in as far as he can to satisfy his need. The smallest low ranking females… many die from this kind of copulation,” Lugus responded. “I have never done such a thing.”
“That’s what I thought,” Yew whimpered. “That’s awful.”
“My kind has no respect for any race, even our own,” Lugus stated. “We only respect strength, and we even eat the smaller members of our own race.”
“Oh YUCK!” Yew shouted, sticking her tongue out in disgust.
“We only respect strength, and they are weak. If you don’t want to be food, be strong enough to survive. If you do not wish to be raped to death, be strong enough to say no and defend your body… it is how we are,” Lugus explained.
“Okay, new rule, only sweet talk from here on out,” Yew announced as she prodded the enormous penis pointing up at her with her hoof.
The smaller pegasus turned around, straddled Lugus’ chest, and then began to back up with her tail hiked up into the air, wiggling over his body. Reaching back with a wing, she pulled the enormous griffon cock downwards and maneuvered it until she felt it prodding at her already somewhat damp slit. She jammed herself backwards and felt him slip in, and immediately bottomed out. Yew cried out a lusty cry and chewed on her lower lip.
With a squawk, Lugus felt the pegasus grinding herself on the tip of his penis. Only a small portion of it was inside of her, and her inner flesh was far hotter than he was used to. He had to force himself into submission and not succumb to the sudden urge to grab Yew in his talons and force her down the length of his cock, the urge to penetrate, to bury himself in her, it was almost too strong to resist. He allowed her to continue pleasuring herself even though it wasn’t doing very much for him.
Realising that something might not be right, Yew came to the slow conclusion that she was only teasing the tip of the giant griffon’s pecker, and she started to try and figure out what to do to satisfy Lugus. Already, she was close, All she had to do was push back on Lugus’s shaft and she could grind herself against his bone hard rod at just the right angle, applying pressure directly to her little nubbin, causing the most delightful feelings of the shudders to go tearing through her body. It was like rolling around in a thundercloud on a stormy day.
Seeing the look on Yew’s face did something to Lugus, and he felt a most peculiar emotion coursing through him. He could not put a name on what he felt, but the feeling was almost overpowering. She was chewing on her lip, her eye was closed, and her ears rotated and pivoted about. Her mouth fell open and she began to whimper as she rubbed herself on the end of his shaft. Finally, she cried out once, then again, and finally a third time, before her movement’s slowed. He reached out his talons and touched her gently, stroking her side, his knuckles trailing over her soft perfect wings.
“You aren’t hurting your leg are you?” Lugus asked as he continued to gently stroke the pegasus he loved in her ogasmic afterglow.
“No… I haven’t even felt my leg now until you mentioned it. I was too busy with other things,” Yew giggled. “Now we have to figure out how to get you off,” she said thoughtfully.
She pulled off of the large still erect cock and then started to slide her wet cunny down along Lugus’ shaft. She went slowly, teasingly, stopping to rub herself backwards and forwards along the length as she went. She saw Lugus’ eyes close and she knew she was doing something right. In no time at all he was slick with her wetness and Yew was able to slide back and forth along the length. She could feel him throbbing beneath her, and she was already approaching her second climax.
“Let me know when you are close,” Yew whimpered as she ground herself along Lugus’ shaft, sliding up and down its length. She could feel the griffon trembling beneath her.
The meat pole ride was lovely.
Quivering, Yew felt her hips bucking, she needed something inside of her, and she continued to grind away on Lugus’ long shaft. She ground herself near the base, where his balls were, wrapped her forelegs around the length, sliding them up and down, and then using her tongue, licked around the lip, making out with the slick pink flesh. She felt a shiver when Lugus squawked and then hissed. She slide the entire length of her plush body against his length as she licked little loving circles around the opening.
“I’m… going… to burst,” Lugus warned.
Moving quickly, Yew Wood clambered up Lugus’ body, positioned his tip against her snatch, and took him as deep as she could. She wrapped her good hind leg around his length and began to slide it up and down, hooking her hock along the underside of Lugus’ throbbing shaft, and each movement of her leg made Lugus squirm and gasp.
She was rewarded for her actions with a hot flood of seed spurting deep inside of her, she continued using her leg to pump Lugus’ shaft, working up and down the length, and she felt a delightful fullness in her groin as she was flooded with spunk.
Breathless, she finally collapsed upon his belly, the tip of his cock still inside of her, and she rubbed her cheek along his fur. “That was nice,” she purred. She felt a final hot spurt deep inside of her, and then Lugus moved a bit beneath her.
“Sentinel is gone, Dinky and Piña are busy… occupied, out of the way, and we have a few private moments just to ourselves. Belisama and Thistle off together… and we might not get another chance like this one for a while,” Berry Punch suggested, looking Berry lewd as she spoke, hiking her tail up high and giving Bucky and Derpy the eyes.
Derpy brightened, a smile spreading across her face. “It does seem like a good opportunity,” she agreed.
“Well, go on, get moving, go go go!” Bucky demanded, pushing Derpy off of the sofa with his right front hoof. “Get moving, both of you, I have needs!”
“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Berry remarked as she took off for the back bedroom.
“We’ll be gentle,” Derpy promised, looking back at Bucky as she too took off after Berry. “Your head still worries me.”
“So long as the staples hold I’ll be fine,” Bucky announced, hobbling along after his wives, grinning a lopsided grin as he followed them down the hall.
Bucky watched with intense fascination as Berry Punch and Derpy both made out with one another. It was always something that captured his attention. Being old friends, the pair had a way of knowing exactly what made the other tick. The sights, the sounds, seeing the two bodies entwined with one another, Berry’s sultry moaning, Derpy’s giggling, it was just the three of them together again, and Bucky remembered back to the night of their wedding, their first night together.
He was pulled from his moment of reflection by a needy grey mare who wrapped her forelegs around his neck, pulled him close, and then she smooched him. A moment later, Bucky found himself sandwiched between the two mares, both of whom were rubbing themselves up against him, he could feel them both, their bodies, the soft hairs of their pelts, the warmth of their bodies, and he lost himself in their embrace.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Berry cut him off, her lips pressing over his own, and as he leaned into her he felt Derpy squeezing them both together and then he felt her lips pressing in for a three way smooch. Bucky felt himself growing warm, almost too warm, the feeling of both of their bodies up against his was almost too much. He felt himself growing stiff and he was gripped by a painful aching need. The three way kiss intensified and Bucky felt himself becoming overwhelmed by the two mares that knew all too well how to push his buttons.
Taking control, Berry Punch shoved Bucky backwards and down onto the bed, laying him on his back. She shot a wicked glance at Derpy, and both mares gave a knowing nod to one another as Berry licked her lips. “Time for the tickle torture,” Berry announced.
Before Bucky could protest, he felt feathers brushing along the length of his shaft, causing his stomach to immediately clench and go tight. Back and forth the feathers teased, and in seconds, Bucky was not only hard, but his hips jerked with the need to bury himself into something warm, wet, and soft. Alas, there was no relief to be had. Berry held him down while Derpy continued to tease, her soft primaries stroking his shaft slowly, too slowly, it caused too much tension and need.
Unable to fight back and knowing the rules, Bucky used the only weapon he had, his magic. Nothing major, nothing serious, nothing from the book he had been given, but something he had learned from Lyra instead, reaching out with his telekinesis, he gave both Berry Punch and Derpy a teasing tickle, seeking out two little nubbins of flesh that meant more to him than almost anything else.
The effect was immediate. Berry let out a lewd whorsey moan and Derpy giggled, squirming around as the invisible invader squeezed and vibrated her clitoris, gently tugging and stroking the sensitive knob of flesh. Derpy bit down upon her lip and sucked in her cheeks, making needy little whimpers as she continued to stroke Bucky, while Berry Punch simply fell over onto her back to enjoy the experience.
“You have thirty minutes to cut that out Bucky,” Berry breathed in a breathless whisper, her eyes rolling up into her head. She spread her legs out wide and gave Bucky something to look at, a bead of moisture already appearing on her eager cleft.
“I can feel it… creeping its way inside of me… teasing and tugging on my lips down there,” Derpy whispered, her eyes closed as she continued to try and tease Bucky with her wing, but her efforts were distracted. “I can’t help but wonder if Lyra does this for Bon Bon.”
“Lyra is the one that explained how to do this and taught me the technique,” Bucky admitted, intensifying the vibrating sensation. Beside him, Berry writhed, and Bucky was sorely tempted by her eager inviting body, her spread legs, and the way her tongue was dangling out of the side of her mouth. He allowed his magic to work its way a little deeper, creeping inside both mares, pulsating deep within their hidden places, which caused the room to absolutely stink with mare musk.
Falling over, Derpy was powerless against the invisible invader plundering her snatch and testing her snatchlasticity, pulling, pushing, probing, prodding, and penetrating. She let out a little needy whimper when she felt something creeping along, the invisible invader creeping up under her dock, and then she felt something apply pressure to her pucker. She heaved a contented sigh and melted into the mattress.
“Sexual sorcery is awesome,” Berry huffed, her nostrils flaring. She rolled on her side and looked at Derpy with half closed and needy looking eyes. “Take her, I want to watch while I enjoy this,” she demanded, her eyes darting up at Bucky who was still sitting between them.
Bucky, not needing to be told twice, eased himself down on top of Derpy, who welcomed him eagerly. He could feel her milk swollen teats pressing up against his belly and the vibrating buzz of his magic could now be felt on his own skin. His lips lingered over her neck, planting little pecks and traveling upwards towards her jaw. He could feel her muscles quivering against his own, and he could hear her soft needy snorts as her breath heaved through her nostrils. Beside him, Berry had pulled herself close to Derpy and the two mares had once again locked lips. He rubbed his cheek against Derpy’s neck, feeling her life’s blood pumping through the thin flesh around her windpipe.
With a well practiced movement, he plunged himself into her, causing Derpy’s whole body to tense beneath him. The sudden transition of cool air to searing hot moist flesh made Bucky shudder; he buried himself balls deep on the first thrust, making Derpy squirm and gasp. He felt her hind legs wrap around his hips and push him in further. He could feel the tingling vibration of his own magic and it caused his breath to catch in his own throat.
There was no need to hold back, Derpy was hot, slick, and good to go. He pulled halfway out and then slid back in, grunting from his effort, and he could hear the wet slurping sounds of her drenched flesh taking him in and the wet smacking sounds of Berry and Derpy’s passionate kiss. Derpy had expanded a bit due to pregnancy, she was soft and well cushioned now, and Bucky made the most of it as he slid in and out of her, grinding his pelvis against her needy winking nubbin with each plunge.
Berry pulled away panting, her mouth open, and Bucky was seized by an idea, a terrible wonderful horrible idea. Using his telekinesis, he dragged her up higher upon the bed, and Berry let out a confused and worried moan, wondering what was happening but unable to fight back. When her glistening slit was inches away from his face, he lifted his head from Derpy’s neck, gave it a single loving lick, and then he acted upon his plan.
Reaching out with his stump, he teased the drenched opening, soaking his diminished appendage in Berry juice. Berry Punch wiggled and giggled as Bucky prodded her, soaking himself in her juices. Finally, when he was slick with her squalene, he pressed his stump up against her cleft, applied gentle pressure, and with a surprised squeak from Berry, sank his stump into Berry’s too tight snatch, spreading her open and making her squirm and buck. He eased his way in slowly, twisting and turning his stump, until he felt himself bottom out inside of her. Berry Punch let out an excited bleating sound, causing the bedroom to suddenly sound like the forbidden love of the Shetland Isles.
“You’re screwing Berry Punch with your stump,” Derpy announced breathlessly, panting out each word as her ears twitched from each rhythmic thrust. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He could feel Berry clenching around his halved limb and her legs kicked as he pulled in and out, twisting and turning as he penetrated her slick snatch. He timed his stump thrusts with his own pelvic thrusts, and he continued to bury himself into Derpy, growling and grunting from his efforts. Each thrust made Berry bleat, and Bucky intended to screw her silly and leave her unable to walk, all while he was busy laying pipe in Derpy.
He pulled out with a rude sounding “schlorp” sound, angled his hips, and using his magic, he teased open Derpy’s now slick pucker. He lined himself up with the smaller tighter opening, pressing his soaked flared tip against Derpy’s clenching pucker.
“Oh yes… there… gimme gimme,” Derpy begged, bucking her hips upwards so Bucky could get a better angle for penetration. “It’s been a little too long since you’ve invaded the brownie bakery,” the mare panted, her words causing Bucky’s ear to flicker.
Carefully, lovingly, Bucky eased his way in this time, and Derpy took him in her crushing embrace, squeezing him with her forelegs and hind legs, pulling him closer. He could feel Derpy’s wet cunny pressed against his belly, his telekinesis still buzzing away on her love button. Berry was still being stuffed, the earth pony going from one orgasmic plateau to the next, her bleating interspersed with delirious moaning.
Delightful friction gripped Bucky as he pounded the precious pucker, playfully penetrating the perky pegasus. Her iron grip stretched and pulled at his soft tender skin, causing electric tingles to travel through body, along his spine, up his neck, and a second heartbeat could be felt in his dock. He was close, too close, he didn’t want this to end. He could feel Derpy clenching as she rode out a powerful pucker sucking orgasm, which pulled him in deeper.
When an exceptionally powerful orgasm ripped through Derpy’s body, Bucky was unable to hold back any longer. Closing his eye and gritting his teeth, Bucky blew his load deep inside in the pegasus that he so loved. He went limp and with a wet pop, he pulled himself free of Berry Punch. He allowed his magic to die, and he lay atop Derpy, still inside of her, both of their bodies still spasming together, muscles quivering, all three of them barely even able to breath.
“I’ve… been… stump… screwed,” Berry Punch gasped, barely able to talk. She flopped and wiggled down along the bed until she was once again by Derpy’s side and pulled Bucky off from on top of Derpy, causing him to slip free from her well loved pucker.
The two mares sandwiched Bucky in between them, basking in the afterglow, sweating, soaked, the bed was completely ruined, and none of them cared.
“We need to sneak off to the shower,” Derpy whispered. “I can smell us. We stink like desperate parents who have forsaken their foals for sex.”
Giggling, Berry Punch could not reply, she stroked Bucky’s side, glad to have him with her once more. She kissed him on the side of his mouth and then lay back and went limp on the bed, her filly bits felt thoroughly abused and well loved.
“He fell asleep,” Derpy whispered.
“Well, he needs sleep,” Berry whispered in reply. “He never gets enough.”
“We should sneak away and get a shower. Sentinel will be back soon and Dinky and Piña are gonna start snooping around if they can’t find us,” Derpy said in a soft voice as she stroked Bucky gently.
“The dangers of sex during the daytime when you’re married and have foals,” Berry mused. “But I have to admit, the idea of getting caught adds to the thrill.”
Bucky, once again in equine form, carefully flipped though the spellbook that Princess Celestia had given him, licking his lips nervously, and looking for a specific spell he had been curious to try. The foals were asleep. When the sun had gone down, parts of him had woke up, and with the full moon, his inner lunar nature was wide awake.
“Ah,” Bucky gasped when he found what he was looking for. “Perfect Understanding,” he read aloud in a soft voice. “The description is vague. Celestia promises that this spell shifts the balance of power within a herd and over time, offers perfect understanding between herd members. This is a powerful transmutational spell. Celestia writes in her notes that it is safe and has been thoroughly tested.”
“I’m game,” Berry Punch remarked.
“Me too,” Derpy added, the grey mare giving a sidelong glance at Berry.
Following the instructions, Bucky thought about thoughts of love and understanding, just as Celestia had written in the notes, and he began to weave the spell from threads of harmony magic. Closing his eye, he focused his concentration, feeling the magic flow though him. Harmony magic was all about balance. Understanding. This magic felt natural. Bucky felt an odd tingling when the spell completed and he wondered what had just happened.
He opened his eye to discover that he was eye to eye with something. That something was dangling beneath Berry Punch, who was suddenly a lot taller.
“Wow… I have a penis!” Berry Punch exclaimed as she peered down between her front legs, grinning crazily at what she saw dangling beneath there. “And I’m taller too… feels funny… being pregnant and having a big floppy cock.”
“Bucky,” Derpy gasped. “You’re so little… small… filly sized,” she continued.
Shivering, Bucky realised that he was indeed filly sized, not much larger than Ripple. Berry was taller, and Bucky was shorter. Bucky also realised that he was missing something from between his hind legs. He tucked his tail between his legs, suddenly feeling very shy, vulnerable, and uncomfortable. Berry Punch was gifted... not as girthy as Bucky had been, but she was long. He began to back away from Berry Punch, who now towered over him.
“I’m getting bad vibes here,” Berry Punch said in a worried voice. “Our physical bodies have changed, but not our minds… Bucky is still male where it matters.”
“I just can’t get over how small and cute he is… He’s so small,” Derpy commented. Reaching out a wing, she touched Bucky gently. “Too small and delicate to take advantage of. Berry, this is wrong… he’s so scared… he’s shaking.”
“That is physically intimidating… I’m not like that to you am I?” Bucky asked in a low worried whisper as he brushed up against Derpy’s side.
“No Bucky… you’re kinda little and harmless. Don’t be angry about me being honest,” Berry replied in a very honest voice. She watched as Bucky got look at himself in the mirror.
“I’m the ugliest mare ever,” Bucky remarked. “I’m hideous.”
“Shut up!” Derpy commanded as she prodded Bucky. “Focus on where you are beautiful. Look how little and delicate you are. Slender and graceful.”
“This no longer feels right. I know Derpy is willing… but I don’t feel good about this,” Berry Punch admitted as she shook her head. “I mean I want to… I mean, let’s be honest here, Bucky is so small that it makes my new dick feel huge by comparison, and now I totally get why some stallions are into smaller mares… huh… understanding. I just learned something,” Berry Punch said, revealing her feelings and thoughts.
“I just feel so ugly and unattractive. Mares are supposed to be pretty. Both of you certainly are. Look at my face now… it is somehow even worse on a feminine body. There is nothing shapely or becoming about my legs legs or my plot. I’m all ribs. It all seems worse somehow… I think I understand how some mares feel about pregnancy now and how it magnifies their feelings of imperfection,” Bucky said as he continued to check himself out in the mirror. Turning around, he hiked up his tail and had a good look at his new filly bits. “Should those even look like that?” he asked.
Feeling genuinely bad for her husband, Derpy stretched out her neck and planted a kiss upon the good side of his face. “I still think you look beautiful. And you just have a really tight opening back there with thick lips. You don’t look bad… just different.”
“You have a really meaty labia,” Berry remarked as she lowered her head down near Bucky’s dock to have a look. She licked her lips and gave a sniff. “You know Bucky… you should go into Bon Bon and Lyra’s room… Derpy and I will stay here.”
“What about if the foals wake up?” Bucky asked as he continued to look in the mirror.
“Derpy and I will look after them. You just go and spend a little time with Bon Bon and Lyra. Don’t be insecure. Those mares love you. I think we’re all going to reach a bit of understanding tonight,” Berry Punch answered in a low soothing voice.
Feeling vulnerable, Bucky gulped as Bon Bon and Lyra looked him over. Both smelled strongly of soap, both were fresh out of the shower, and Bucky immediately began to worry if he smelled okay, a thought he typically didn’t spend much time thinking about.
“You’re so small,” Bon Bon said once more, just as she had said when she had first seen Bucky standing just outside the small spare bedroom door, the room that she and Lyra shared for more private moments.
“This feels weird,” Bucky whispered.
“I’ll say,” Lyra agreed as she rubbed her body up against Bucky.
“Come to bed with us Bucky,” Bon Bon commanded, her voice gentle.
“This… this is a mistake,” Bucky protested as he took a step backwards towards the door. “There will be kissing…”
“Yes, I suspect there will be that,” Bon Bon acknowledged as she raised her eyebrow. “Why do you feel that this is a mistake?”
“When we kiss there are lines we don’t cross… we keep things… well, you know… if we kiss the way that lovers do… it will be awkward later if we go back to how things were,” Bucky stammered in reply as he felt Lyra step behind him and cut off his exit.
“Then we just keep kissing like lovers once this is over,” Bon Bon responded in a soft silky whisper. “How do you feel about that Lyra?”
“I think I’m okay with that,” Lyra replied as she ran her chin over the small of Bucky’s back, trying to comfort and reassure her mate.
Fluttering her eyelashes, Bon Bon offered a seductive smile to Bucky. “Now come to bed Bucky… Lyra and I are going to show you what it feels like to be a mare that has been loved… aren’t we Lyra?”
Nodding, Lyra gently nudged Bucky towards the bed. “Bonnie has a thing for vulnerable mares… trust me… I know… just take a deep breath and let her make you feel safe… we’ll be gentle.”
“Okay,” Bucky breathed as he took a step towards the bed. He saw Bon Bon taking a step towards him and his heart began to race. The way she was looking at him. The way her eyes lingered over his body. The frozen feeling of insecurity began to melt as Bucky realised that he was seeing genuine desire in Bon Bon’s burning sultry stare. He could feel the now much larger mare breathing heavily upon his snoot when she drew near. Lifting his head, Bucky looked up, swallowing nervously, feeling strangely naked and vulnerable.
A moment later, Bon Bon’s muzzle pressed into his own. He felt her lips part… and the boundary that they had always kept between one another crumbled away when he felt Bon Bon’s tongue gently sneaking into his mouth, a rough but still somehow smooth invader between his lips. He could feel the tip trailing over his own tongue, teasing, lingering, and then it was under his tongue, exploring in strange places, first upon one side, then the other, before finally tickling the top of his tongue once more. Even Berry Punch and her curious tongue had never kissed him like this.
His body tensing, feeling panicked, Bucky felt his tail being brushed aside and hot heavy breathing on places that he was still unaccustomed to having. He started to cry out, but Bon Bon increased her suction, which made him go lightheaded. His legs felt wobbly as he felt Lyra’s nose brushing up against his new acquired feminine lips. As Bon Bon’s tongue continued to explore, Bucky felt a rough wet sensation against his nethers, and he realised that Lyra was licking him.
“Bonnie… he has the most amazing lips back here… he… she… this is weird but who cares,” Lyra announced and then ran her tongue over her lips. “So thick and full… so nice to bite… mmm.”
When Bucky was certain that he could no longer continue to breathe, Bon Bon pulled away. His muzzle felt damp and he could feel Lyra nibbling upon his marehood, which flooded his body with strange unknown sensations. Cautiously, almost bashfully, his breathing heavy, Bucky lifted his head, took Bon Bon’s lower lip between his own two well moistened lips, and gave her a playful tugging nibble as his ears alternated between being raised in a hopeful manner and splayed out sideways in a submissive posture.
Bon Bon pulled her lip away and made a gesture with her head. “Get in the bed Bucky… so that we might have our way with you,” commanded Bon Bon in a gentle but firm whisper.
Feeling a little nip upon his dock, Bucky let out a startled cry and shot towards the bed. His whole backside tingled with a odd sense of need after the dock nip. He could feel himself undulating, parts of his new anatomy were spasming.
“Mmm… I see something winking,” Lyra announced in a heated whisper. “The dirty little mare is presenting to me… get in the bed… little mare.”
Watching as Bucky scooted for the bed, Bon Bon licked her lips and then playfully swatted Lyra across the backside with her hoof. “Mmm Lyra sounds frisky and aggressive.”
Freezing in place, Lyra hissed, raised her tail, and she let out a needy grunt.
Bucky could not believe what he was seeing. He felt something on him going hard, but he no longer had his usual colt bits. He could feel something throb, it pulsed and convulsed, slipping in and out of him as he spasmed, the feeling of being surrounded by searing hot flesh and cool air driving him into a near frenzy. In spite of his distraction, he remained focused upon Lyra.
Seeing Bucky’s concern, Bon Bon’s expression softened. “I never strike her hard. Just a little tap, honest. I discovered she had this reaction by accident. Um… don’t get the wrong idea, I don’t secretly whip Lyra behind closed doors,” she explained.
Blinking, Lyra snapped out of her moment of stunned stupour and then looked at Bucky as he climbed into the bed. “Oh he’s a winker…” Lyra breathed.
“I see that,” Bon Bon remarked as she pushed Bucky over and rolled him on his back upon the bed. The big bossy mare lept up onto the bed and then settled in beside Bucky. “Lyra and I are going to do things to you. Terrible wet sloppy things. We’re going to give your new filly bits a thorough working over. And after were done… if you survive… we are going to let you take a nibble of our secret treats… because to be honest… I’ve been wanting to let you nibble on my candy for quite some time… because I love you.”
Hopping up on the bed, Lyra crashed down on top of Bucky, pinning him to the bed. She placed her front hooves on either side of Bucky’s head, gently holding him, and then she pressed her muzzle into his. Parting her lips, Lyra allowed Bucky inside of her, her body warming in more ways that one, she felt a flood of emotions as she shared a truly intimate moment with somepony that she loved and trusted just as much as she did Bon Bon. Lyra, while she had initiated the kiss, was actually the passive one between her and Bon Bon; she allowed Bucky’s tongue to explore, feeling its way around, her own marehood clenching as she wrapped her lips around Bucky’s tongue and began to suck on it. Straddling Bucky, she rubbed her rapidly moistening cleft against Bucky’s thigh, leaving him sticky as she left behind little trails of liquid Lyra love that glistened in the warm yellow lamplight. Bending her leg, Lyra rubbed her own thigh against Bucky’s small puckered slit and Lyra felt her body tense when she heard Bucky hiss.
Bon Bon, feeling incredibly aroused, leaned over Lyra’s wiggling backside and got herself a good look at everything going on at that end. She could see that Lyra wet… dribbling, glistening beads of moisture trailed along Bucky’s leg from where Lyra was rubbing back and forth during her long kiss, and it warmed Bon Bon’s heart to see Lyra be so open and so trusting, a sign that Lyra was healing, or so Bon Bon hoped. Reaching back with her hoof, she reached just under Lyra’s dock and began to rub Lyra’s pucker with a gentle circular motion, which made the mint green mare moan into Bucky’s mouth, which in turn, caused Bucky to clench his nethers, and Bon Bon heard the wet slurping sound.
“I think he’s about to cum Lyra,” Bon Bon whispered in a heated voice. “Yeah… he’s a goer… he has that big chubby knobby clitoris that keeps peeping out… we’re gonna make him our little mare tonight.”
Breathless, needing air, but determined to keep going, Lyra teased the tip of Bucky’s tongue with her own as she continued to suck on his tongue with her lips. She felt Bon Bon kneading her flexing pucker and let out a long low moan as she continued to grind away upon the smaller mare that was Bucky beneath her.
Overcome with sensations that he had never experience before, Bucky experienced his first female orgasm as his slick oversized nubbin trailed along Lyra’s silken sopping pelt. It was an orgasm entirely unlike his own, the orgasms he was used to experiencing, and he felt his whole body clench and writhe beneath Lyra as he needily ground himself against her leg, trying to scratch what felt like a terrible itch. He broke away from the kiss and then he cried out, whimpering, crying, heaving out a breathless moan.
Lyra pulled away from Bucky and watched as he collapsed into a quivering mess.
“I think you broke him Lyra,” Bon Bon whispered. “We’ve barely even started and already he’s been screwed stupid.”
“He’s not used to his female body I don’t think,” Lyra said as she rolled over onto her side and wrapped a foreleg around Bucky. “I was just getting warmed up too… what a pity.”
“Bad little mare… you broke our new toy!” Bon Bon scolded as she threw herself down on top of Lyra and rolled the unicorn upon her back. Reaching one of her front hooves down between Lyra’s legs, Bon Bon rubbed the knob of her fetlock against Lyra’s moistened minge.
Squealing, Lyra threw her head back and wordlessly begged for mercy, letting out little squeaking cries as Bon Bon kneaded on her marehood in the same way that Bon Bon pounded on taffy. She wrapped her forelegs around Bon Bon and held on for dear life as the earth pony worked her over.
“Prepare to be Bon Bombed Lyra,” Bon Bon growled as she hoof humped the poor green unicorn into submission. “Show Bucky how to have a proper orgasm… do it!” she commanded.
Cramming her hoof into her mouth, Lyra bit down and squeezed her eyes shut as Bon Bon switched tactics and now began to lightly tease her throbbing overstimulated clitoris. She could feel only the barest touch now, like a breeze blowing over her soaked flesh. She hitched her hips upward, trying to get her itch scratched, but Bon Bon teasingly pulled away.
Coming somewhat to his senses, Bucky twisted his head around to watch as Lyra was teased into submission, the unicorn was writhing and sweating beneath Bon Bon, who was in total and complete control.
“Oh please let me cum!” Lyra begged after she pulled her hoof out of her mouth. “I’ll be a good unicorn… oh please Bonnie… I can’t take it!”
“No!” Bon Bon replied as she continued to tease, a wicked smile now upon the earth pony’s lips. “I want Bucky to see what happens to naughty little unicorns!”
Shuddering, Bucky took a deep breath. If he still had his penis, he was certain that his boner would have just ran out of skin and exploded after seeing and hearing the love-play between Lyra and Bon Bon. He thought about saving Lyra, but he worried about what Bon Bon might do to him… and he was even more worried that he would let her.
Jamming her hoof back into her mouth, Lyra gnawed away upon it as the crushing featherweight touch of Bon Bon’s teasing brought her closer to orgasm. Sweat poured from her body, soaking the sheets, dribbles of liquid Lyra love oozed from her gaping glistening gooey gash and trickled over her puckered clenching anus.
After many minutes of stroking Lyra, Bon Bon pulled away, sat up, and then carefully lowered head down to between Lyra’s legs. The earth pony inhaled, drawing in a deep breath, she puffed out her cheeks, pursed her lips like she was about to blow out a candle, and she blew over Lyra’s quivering cunny. Giving Bucky a wink, she pulled away from Lyra with a smile.
Jamming her other hoof into her mouth, Lyra let out a gibbering whimper. A moment later, she began to flail around upon the bed, all four legs kicking and thrashing, almost like a foal having a tantrum. Her hips bucked and her body rose and fell upon the bed. Lyra let out a keening cry of ogasmic delight as several squirts of squalene shot out of her squelching sundered snatch. After firing off a few more squirts from her queef curtains, Lyra began to giggle hysterically.
“Damn,” Bucky breathed, unable to say anything else about what he had just witnessed.
Laying down on her side, Bon Bon gave Bucky a seductive come hither stare. “I have needs. I’ve heard that you’re really good at looking after those needs,” she said as she scissored her legs open, kicking out one out. She did not reveal herself, not completely, but there was just enough showing to be inviting. “Good unicorns get rewarded… bad unicorns get punished.”
“I wanna be a good unicorn,” Bucky whispered, feeling a bit fearful of Bon Bon and her sexual sorcery. Lyra was still a hysterical quivering mess of pony lost in an orgasmic fog and she showed no signs of recovery, which worried Bucky. “What do I gotta do to make you happy?”
Chuckling softly, Bon Bon closed her eyes and patted the bed in front of her belly. Opening her eyes, but only as seductive slits, Bon Bon stuck out her tongue and bit down upon it for just a moment before sucking it back in with a sultry hiss.
Crawling over the bed, Bucky wiggled to the spot where Bon Bon patted and then went still. He watched as Bon Bon rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide, revealing her soft rounded milk swollen teats along with her snatch, which was a thin pink line peeking through her cream coloured pelt. The velvet hairs around her foal hole were damp and traces of moisture ran down the inside of her thighs. She wiggled her hind legs, causing her to slitted mound to unstick and split open, revealing even more of the delightful pink hidden within, trailing sticky liquid which beaded up around her ivory off white pucker, and her winking cunny made inviting wet slurping noises as she continued to wiggle her legs.
“This isn’t going to lick itself,” Bon Bon murmured in an almost bored sounding voice. “Now be a good little pony… Or I’ll do to you what I did to Lyra.”
Nodding, Bucky lowered his head and sniffed. He licked his lips, stuck out his tongue, and then gently teased Bon Bon’s pucker, licking away the droplets of moisture to be found on the wrinkled flesh. He heard Bon Bon giggling and felt her squirm.
“Lyra never licks me there!”
Teasing the taut wrinkled flesh, Bucky swirled his tongue in a counter-clockwise circle a few times, savouring each drop of golden liquid, and then began to work his way up, then in. After a few licks to get a taste, he plunged his tongue into Bon Bon’s feminine folds. He shivered when he heard Bon Bon hiss and felt her clench around his tongue. He licked a little more, finding that he enjoyed Bon Bon’s rather unique flavour. Waggling his tongue, he drew in a deep breath and held it before plunging his muzzle in and snout screwing Bon Bon. He slowly sunk his muzzle in, a little at a time, pressing his way deeper and deeper; once he was in as far as he dared, he extended his tongue as far as he could and gave Bon Bon a lick upon the spongy flesh that existed behind from where her clitoris was. Angling his neck, he dragged his rogue tongue over Bon Bon’s tender flesh and heard the the earth pony mare squeal in reply.
As he was about to lick Bon Bon once more, Bucky felt his hindquarters being grabbed and he felt a tongue teasing him upon his own fleshy lips. He jerked his head out of Bon Bon and his ears perked straight up.
“Wait,” Bon Bon said, lifting her hoof.
Following Bon Bon’s lead, the three ponies rearranged themselves into a triangle, with Bucky’s muzzle in between Bon Bon’s legs, Lyra was face first in Bucky’s crotch, and Bon Bon found a tasty treat to nibble on in the form of Lyra. Each of them lay on their sides, heads resting in each other’s thighs, and Bucky could feel two swollen teats pressing against this throat as he acquainted himself with Bon Bon’s bon bon. Unable to help himself, he slid the side of his face along Bon Bon’s silken thigh, pulling his head back, and latched on to a teat for a moment to have himself a suckle. The milk was sweet, warm, nourishing, and never failed to make Bucky feel lightheaded when he partook of it fresh from the source. He felt a curious tongue probing his depths and he tried to relax, but found that his stomach kept tensing and he kept wanting to close his legs, which was impossible. Lyra had her head sandwiched between his thighs and was busy sliding her tongue in and out in a slow lazy fashion.
Letting the teat slide from between his slobbering lips, Bucky pushed his head deeper between Bon Bon’s legs and found himself snoot to clitoris with brawny Bon Bon’s baby bakery. He gave a little lick to the knob of flesh and then followed through with a lick that ran the length of her cotton candy coloured cunt. Somepony moaned, but Bucky couldn’t figure out who… everything was muffled as his head was squashed between Bon Bon’s cream coloured thighs. Lyra’s tongue had found a spot that was making it difficult for Bucky to breath and he could feel her lips brushing up against his own newly acquired clitoris each time she opened her mouth to flick her tongue out.
Carefully probing through the slick pink wrinkles, Bucky found a tiny little pucker of flesh hidden inside of the deep dark pink fold that he was probing with his tongue. He allowed the tip of his tongue to linger on it, and he felt Bon Bon’s whole body tense just as he knew it would. He had found her urethra, which was hidden away deep within, and he knew from experience that it was sensitive. After a few warm up licks, he applied the flat broad surface of his tongue directly and allowed the full length to slide along the urethral fold deep within. He felt Bon Bon shudder and the mare moaned, he could feel her whole body shake as she let out a muffled cry, her own face buried into Lyra’s snatch.
Licking a little longer, until he was certain that Bon Bon couldn’t take another, Bucky focused upon the soft flesh around her nubbin, he took the entire clitoral mound into his mouth and began to suckle. He felt his body tensing in weird ways as Lyra was doing something to him, he couldn’t quite make out exactly what was happening, but it he felt his body growing tense and his dock kept clenching up.
“I want to be a good unicorn,” Bucky breathed onto Bon Bon’s clitoris as he pulled away for air after suckling upon the quaking flesh for a few moments. Bon Bon’s whole body was jerking now and Bucky worried that her thighs could crush his head. He lovingly trailed his tongue in a circle around her clit a few times and then teased his way under the clitoral hood, leaving no inch of Bon Bon’s flesh unexplored. Mid lick, he felt Bon Bon’s whole body clench, her legs squeezed his head, her marehood clenched up tightly, and Bon Bon let out a smothered cry.
“She came!”
Bucky could feel Lyra’s words against his flesh, her lips trailing over his own sopping wet flesh. Bon Bon was still convulsing and Bucky pressed his advantage, he began lapping away at the moisture that was now oozing from her squelching snatch. Each stroke of his tongue caused Bon Bon to squirm, she moaned again as his tongue lingered over her fevered flesh, and Bucky was finding it harder and harder to lick as he felt his own orgasm rushing to overtake him.
As Bucky approached his peak, he felt the cool prickly sensation of magic tingling over his sodden snatch. He needed air… he pushed Bon Bon away and rolled over… he heard Lyra giggling evilly as stars began to fill his vision.
“He’s gonna blow!” Lyra warned as Bucky wrapped his forelegs around his own barrel and sucked in a sharp breath. She intensified her magic upon Bucky’s feminine folds as Bon Bon lay on her side, gasping and still shuddering from her recent orgasm.
And then, the levees broke, and Bucky felt the flood overpower him.
The bottle was now empty. It was a small glass bottle, blue, with a simple paper label that had been stuck to the front with rubber mucilage. The bottle had been a gift, a loving and thoughtful gift from one of Twilight Sparkle’s friends. That friend, that generous friend, was a zebra named Zecora, and the bottle had once held a brew that would bring a mare into estrus within hours.
Rainbow Dash had drank down that bottle almost two full hours ago.
Sitting at the kitchen table, Twilight Sparkle calmly drank a cup of tea and waited, she was silent, calm, thoughtful, but most of all, she was patient.
Pacing back and forth through the closed library, Rainbow Dash walked with her wings flared out, a worried look upon her face as she twitched her tail from side to side. She felt peculiar, sort of feverish, sort of like how she felt a few nights before going into heat, only this was much, much stronger. She could feel herself winking and clenching as she walked.
Sitting in a chair in the corner, Flash Sentry sat, sniffing occasionally, his head turning to and fro as he watched the pegasus mare prowl and pace across the floor.
“I see you sniffin’! I know you want some of what I got,” Rainbow Dash said in a raspy growl as she gave her tail a shake.
“You have no idea,” Flash Sentry mumbled in reply.
“Zecora said we have to wait for it to come into full potency,” Twilight reminded after she swallowed her tea. “So be patient.”
“How are we supposed to know that?” Rainbow Dash whined. “I’m hot and itchy back there and I know I’m drippin’ on the floor,” she panted.
“Zecora insisted that we’d know… ‘You must wait on the full potency of this brew, you will know when it comes time to screw,’ she said… I couldn’t keep a straight face,” Twilight Sparkle said in an embarrassed voice. “She also said that Flash Sentry’s second load would have the highest chances of making the magic happen. That was an awkward conversation. The first load is mostly pre-ejaculate… the second load is sperm dense. So if we want little a Flashy Dashy running around, the second load is our best shot and then just keep going as long as equinely possible after that.” Falling silent, Twilight Sparkle inhaled deeply through her nose and closed her eyes.
“Yeah… I see you over there Twilight… you want some of what I got too,” Rainbow Dash boasted as she strutted back and forth with her tail raised high.
“Oh you have no idea,” Twilight Sparkle replied as she set down her teacup.
“Dear Playcolt magazine… I just rutted the Brainiac and the Secondary School Jock…”
“Shut up Flash!” Rainbow Dash huffed. “Don’t call Twilight a jock!”
“Hey!” Twilight protested as she lifted up her teacup.
“My filly flaps are on fire,” Rainbow Dash whined as she stopped pacing and stood still. Her tail hiked high and she bit down upon her lips. She let out a needy whinny, snorted, and then a long stream of gooey liquid dribbled down to the floor as it oozed from between her hind legs. “I just came…” she gasped after she let go of her own lip.
“I think that’s the sign we’ve been waiting for… upstairs you dirty little brood mare! Quick!” Twilight Sparkle commanded.
Wasting no time, Twilight Sparkle lifted Rainbow Dash in her magic and then threw her down upon the bed. Rainbow Dash landed on her back with a grunt and before she had a chance to recover, Twilight Sparkle began to nibble upon Rainbow Dash’s inflamed marehood.
Half on and half off the bed, Twilight Sparkle rested her front half on the mattress and licked greedily at the quivering slit between Rainbow Dash’s legs. She teased the outer lips, which were swollen and puffy, refusing to give Rainbow Dash what Twilight knew the pegasus wanted… a deep lick. Her tongue lingered over the lumpy-bumpy outer edge, the wrinkled puckered flesh clenched and contracted from the teasing touch.
“Twilight… don’t tease!” Rainbow begged.
Gasping, Rainbow Dash inhaled sharply when she felt Twilight’s hot breath upon her. Twilight let out a long low moan when she felt Flash Sentry nosing her and then snorting into her own damp cleft.
Wasting no time, Flash Sentry went probing with his tongue. Twilight’s little nubbin was well hidden, secreted away between two frilly folds of flesh. The knob of flesh was almost heart shaped, it had a well defined cleft in it, and when Twilight winked, it was barely visible for only the briefest of moments.
Twilight, who still had trouble with her wings, suffered from an instant wingboner, which made Rainbow Dash begin to giggle. Wanting to put Rainbow Dash in her place, Twilight Sparkle stretched out her neck and gave Rainbow a soft nip on the teat, followed by a tug.
“Hey! Those are sensitive!” Rainbow cried out as she squeezed both of her cheeks with her front hooves, which squished her mouth into a distorted pucker.
With the teat still clamped between her teeth, Twilight brushed the rough side of her tongue over the tip and watched at Rainbow wiggled and bucked her hips. As she teased and tickled, she felt Flash Sentry snorting into her own winking spasm chasm. She dragged the edge of her tongue back and forth over the teat tip in a sawing motion and felt herself ignite with lust as Rainbow Dash began to squeak with every breath the pegasus mare took. Twilight pulled away, allowing the tender teat to drag between her teeth as she applied gentle pressure.
And then, Twilight felt Flash climbing up on her back. His front hooves hooked over her wing joints and he pulled himself up. She was actually taller than he was now, and his hind hooves no longer touched the ground when he pulled himself up. She giggled as he wiggled into position. She felt his teeth nibbling on the base of her neck, where her mane started.
Twilight lowered her muzzle and pressed her snoot into Rainbow Dash’s cunny, parting it slightly. She gave one long deep lick as she felt Flash Sentry lining himself up carefully, she could feel little spurts to liquid from Flash’s over-eager cock on her spastic flesh and she snorted, which made Rainbow Dash’s body jerk.
With a grunt, Flash Sentry buried himself half-deep, which caused Twilight’s whole muzzle into sink into Rainbow Dash’ moist muff as she was shoved forwards from the forceful penetration. He got a good grip on Twilight’s wings, pulled out a bit, teased with a few soft pokes, and then he buried himself in, knowing exactly what Twilight liked.
When Twilight Sparkle felt Flash Sentry’s penile ring snag momentarily on her throbbing knob, she cried out into Rainbow Dash’s muzzle-stuffed foalhole. When Flash pulled out, she felt the ring bang into her love button once more. The stallion knew just the right angle of entry when he was on her back. Twilight felt Flash’s cheek rub up against the base of her jaw.
“Lemme have some of that,” Flash whispered as his lips moved closer to Twilight’s ear for a moment.
Pulling her dripping muzzle out of Rainbow Dash’s too-tight twat, Twilight Sparkle licked her lips. As her tongue darted out, she felt Flash Sentry lick her lips, his tongue brushed up against her’s and she felt an electric spasm tingle down her spine as she felt him ram his way home repeatedly into her fleshy folds.
Muzzle to muzzle, cheek to cheek, Flash Sentry and Twilight Sparkle’s tongues snaked out together found their way into Rainbow Dash’s estrus inflamed marehood. Twilight could feel Flash Sentry’s tongue against her own as Rainbow Dash clenched and flexed around their wiggling penetrating organs.
“It’s like it’s my birthday,” Rainbow Dash moaned as she felt the two tongues penetrating her. She reached down with her front hooves rubbed them over her belly as she looked down and saw Flash Sentry and Twilight Sparkle’s muzzles pressed up against her flesh. She could see Twilight’s body rock forwards as Flash Sentry continued his thrusting, and she could see his hind legs kicking air as he pulled himself forward with his front legs, which were hooked over Twilight’s wing joints.
It was just about the hottest thing that Rainbow Dash had ever seen, and the image was certainly going into her spank bank so she could rub one out to it later. She could hear the wet squelching sounds of Twilight being screwed silly and the lewd sounds of her own marehood being slurped, licked, and tongue-rutted with double penetration.
Feeling Twilight’s back muscles ripple, Flash pulled forward, using his front legs and Twilight’s impossibly strong wings for leverage. He was going balls deep now, and he knew how to make his penile ring give Twilight’s love button a good working over. He paused his deep steady thrusting and went for a few quick jabs, which caused his ring to slip and slide over Twilight’s now throbbing clitoris in rapid succession. He felt her barrel expand rapidly as she sucked in air.
Seeing Twilight’s eyes cross, Rainbow Dash let out a little giggly whinny.
Overwhelmed, unable to keep up with everything, the scent of Rainbow Dash in her nostrils, the damp feeling on her muzzle, Flash Sentry’s tongue entwined with her own as they slid in and out of Rainbow Dash’s well thrashed gash, the feeling of Flash Sentry on her back, the feeling of him pulling backwards on her wing joints, the feeling of his thrusting cock parting her cunt, it was all too much and Twilight Sparkle’s legs nearly buckled from the force of her own orgasm. She felt her hind legs splay out and there was a thump as Flash Sentry’s rear hooves hit the floor.
Suddenly finding his own footing, Flash Sentry dug in, braced his legs, and redoubled his efforts, which caused his balls to slap against Twilight’s skewered snatch with almost painful force. Twilight needed it rough, she needed her control taken away, Twilight needed to be overwhelmed and subdued. Flash Sentry knew exactly what Twilight Sparkle needed, he and Rainbow Dash both knew how to handle Twilight Sparkle and her needs.
“Yeah… the egghead doesn’t look so smart now!” Rainbow Dash shouted.
Stretching out her lips, Twilight Sparkle closed them around Rainbow Dash’s nubbin and began to apply a crazy amount of suction. Her cheeks collapsed in. She huffed and puffed through her nostrils as her second orgasm rapidly approached. Flash was squeezing inwards on her ribs now, his whole body was as hard and stiff as a board, and the only thing that kept Twilight Sparkle from pitching over was the fact that her front half was on the bed.
“Twi! Ease up Twi… oh no Twi… never mind… don’t ease up Twi!” Rainbow Dash cried.
Banging her front hooves upon the bed, Rainbow Dash neared orgasm… it was like approaching the sound barrier… she knew all of the warning signs, and there was about to be a sonic wombboom, an explosion of bliss that was going to leave everything wet. Rainbow Dash orgasmed in the same way she did everything else… with explosive awesomeness.
Reaching up and grabbing both of her own ears, Rainbow Dash gave them a violent tug as she felt Twilight’s tongue stabbing her clitoris, the knobby tip slashing and stabbing upon the throbbing flesh as her lips tugged and suckled. Just as she approached the point of no return, she felt Flash Sentry’s tongue slowly drag over her flexing pucker.
Rainbow Dash stuffed a hoof into her mouth, bit down, and choked back a scream as her vision filled with stars. Her dock seized, spasmed, and then her whole back half clenched up tightly, every muscle contracting with each stab of Twilight’s tongue upon her button. She rolled away, pulling away from Twilight, and she squeezed her hind legs closed, shivering and shaking as she continued to climax.
Twilight allowed her body to slide forward on the bed, she slid over the now damp quilt, and she lay on her belly as Flash Sentry continued to work her over with his hind hooves now firmly braced into the floor. Each thrust caused her to slide forward and made the bed rock. Stretching out her neck, Twilight bit down on the blankets, braced her front hooves on the mattress; then in a stunning display of sexual gymnastics, she kicked out her hind legs, wrapped them around Flash Sentry, scissored them tightly around him, and held on with her back half suspended from his middle. It was a move she had learned while watching Rainbow Dash.
Feeling Flash Sentry’s corded neck against her own, Twilight clamped down tighter on the blanket with her teeth as each thrust made Flash’s penile ring collide with her now swollen clitoris. The heart shaped nubbin slid along the veiny length of Flash Sentry’s shaft as his frenzied thrusts continued unabated. She could feel him breathing, snorting, huffing, puffing, he was chuffing through clenched teeth and she could feel his hot breath on her muzzle as he held his face pressed close to hers. She felt him flare inside of her, and she knew he was close.
Finally, Flash Sentry thrust himself deep inside, gave a few needy humps, and then did not pull out as he blew his load deep inside of the mare that he so loved. He collapsed upon her back, some muscles going limp as other muscles went taut. He felt Twilight Sparkle’s silken confines constrict around him, squeezing, undulating, sucking him in deeper and drawing his seed out with the powerful vacuum created by her motions.
Spent, Twilight Sparkle rolled Flash off of her back and then collapsed onto the bed beside her mates, forming a sweaty, sticky, personal space invading pony pile as she tried to catch her breath.
“I’m kinda scared… this is a big step for me… for us,” Rainbow Dash admitted in low whisper as she lay between Flash Sentry and Twilight Sparkle. The pegasus mare was much smaller than both of her mates and even though she would never admit it, she felt secure and safe when sandwiched between the two larger ponies she called her mates.
“There is still time to back out-”
“Nuh uh! No backing out,” Rainbow Dash interrupted as she poked Twilight in the ribs. “I’m taking one for the team here and giving us all a foal. We just want one. We have a few older ones but we want to know what a little one is like and I’m in the best position to do this.”
“I’m kinda afraid too,” Flash Sentry confessed as he stared up at the living wood ceiling.
“Afraid of me losing my tight little twat,” Rainbow Dash replied.
“Rainbow!” Twilight snapped.
“Actually, now that she mentions it,” Flash Sentry said as he moved his head to look at Rainbow Dash and wink.
“Flash!” Twilight scolded.
“My twat is about twenty percent tighter,” Rainbow Dash remarked.
Rolling her eyes, Twilight shook her head and snorted in disgust.
“I have the perfect pegasus plot... sleek, tight, and no dangly flappy bits for the wind to catch… some of the old mares that have had a lot of foals, you can hear them flapping in the breeze like a windsock-”
“OH GROSS!” Twilight shouted as she butted in on Rainbow Dash’s boasting.
“In Cloudsdale they call old mares who have spat out a lot of foals ‘flappers’ and it is pretty easy to hear and see why,” Rainbow Dash quipped.
“This conversation!” Twilight protested as she covered her face with a pillow.
“It is important for any flier to do kegels. I have a rubber plot plug that is filled with special gel that I stuff in there and spend time giving it a squeeze. It is rated at fourteen pounds. When I had more free time, I’d spend about thirty minutes a day squeezing it slowly and getting a good workout. I can clench up back there now to help regulate pressure. Plus, nopony is sticking a pecker in there unless I say so… or so that is what I tell myself anyway… I can squeeze pretty hard,” Rainbow Dash said as she lay rubbing her own belly and enjoying the afterglow. She was already feeling a strong urge, and the conversation was only fanning the flames of desire.
“Can I come inside, Rainbow Dash?” Flash Sentry said teasingly.
“Heh!” Rainbow gasped in reply and then began to titter nervously.
Throwing the pillow aside, Twilight Sparkle looked over at Rainbow Dash. “This the moment where everything will probably change for all us. Not just us, but all of us. Spike, Glass Slipper, Scootaloo… this changes everything.”
“Oh thanks Twi… no pressure!” Rainbow Dash retorted as she covered up her face with her front hooves. “What if I’m a bad mother?”
Scooting over a bit, Flash Sentry grabbed Rainbow Dash, pulled her close, and gave her a warm kiss on the corner of her mouth. He held himself there for a long moment, his eyes closed, and then he pulled away slowly. “Nopony starts off perfectly. You’ve already made so many changes… you’ve stopped being such a slap happy jerk… you’ll be fine.”
Groaning while closing her eyes, Rainbow Dash allowed herself to be held and enjoyed the moment. “Aw, thanks… picking a fight with you was the smartest thing I’ve ever done.” Rainbow Dash paused thoughtfully. “Something is poking me,” she remarked.
“I know,” Flash Sentry murmured as he gave the pegasus behind him a friendly dry humping that wasn’t very dry at all. The act was rather sticky and made muffled wet squishy sounds.
“Come here Dash… we’ll do this together. You lay on top of me, I’ll hold you, and we’ll let Flash do what he does so well… once he’s done, we’ll stop right away, roll you off, and then prop your backside up in the air on some pillows so everything settles in. After about an hour or so, we’ll try again,” Twilight said in a soft voice as she reached out and rubbed Rainbow Dash’s stomach.
Flopping around, Rainbow Dash crawled over Twilight, settling her body over Twilight’s much longer and larger form, laying belly to belly.
“Now we’re gonna make a little pony sandwich,” Twilight whispered into Rainbow Dash’s ear as she ran her hooves down Rainbow Dash’s sides to relax her. “Now we just have Flash climb up on top, mount you, and have a moment of meaningful biological interaction with the intention of producing a foal.”
“So romantic Twi,” Rainbow Dash whispered just before giving Twilight a kiss on the snoot. “Talk egghead to me you ravishing lavender beauty.” Grunting, Rainbow Dash let out a huff as Flash Sentry eased himself down on top of her, and she could feel his bulk resting upon her spine.
Below both of them, Twilight was not the least bit affected by the weight of two ponies on top of her. If anything, something deep within her found it reassuring. It was her earth pony nature manifesting, even though she did not know it.
“So the whole goal is here is to have Flash Sentry bust a nut inside of me and then have me lay down with my butt up in the air,” Rainbow Dash whispered as she felt Flash Sentry shifting his body above her. Spreading her legs, she kicked them out on each side of Twilight Sparkle’s hips and then squeezed to get a good grip on Twilight. She placed one foreleg on each side of Twilight’s neck and then stared down into Twilight’s eyes.
“This is the nicest gift that anypony has given me,” Twilight whispered in a hushed voice. She could feel Flash Sentry’s length slapping up against her entrance as he was feeling around. She gasped as she felt Flash’s cock slip between her and Rainbow; she was still sensitive after the last go.
Rolling her hips, Rainbow Dash wiggled her backside around to try and allow for easier entry. She felt Flash Sentry press up against her. He was large and she was small. There was a moment of intense pressure, she could feel the skin stretching and pulling, distorting, her cleft mound was pulled downwards away from her dock, and the feeling of tension made Rainbow Dash bite down on her lip.
“Too damn tight,” Flash Sentry grunted as he poked and prodded. He readjusted his body, wrapped one foreleg around Rainbow Dash’s chest, just below her neck, and with a well practiced move, he blew into Rainbow Dash’s ear.
The rainbow maned pegasus burst out laughing and as she did so, Flash Sentry gave a forceful shove. Rainbow Stopped laughing quite suddenly, as she always did, and her eyes opened wide as she felt herself parted.
“Careful Flash… I’m really sensitive back there!” Rainbow Dash shouted in pained panic.
Halting his progress, Flash Sentry held his position with only an inch or so crammed in, ignoring the need to ram himself in deeper. Rainbow Dash was hot… too hot, too wet, too slick, too feverish with need. And the smell... the smell alone was almost enough to overwhelm his instincts. The scent of mare musk was strong… too strong, and it made his hips want to buck involuntarily. He could feel Rainbow Dash clenching tightly around his cock.
“Okay, a little more,” Rainbow Dash moaned as she exhaled.
Snorting, Flash Sentry eased himself in, looking Twilight Sparkle in the eye. She was looking up at him with a look filled with so much love. It burned away his instinctual lust and reignited his more gentle nature. He kept his eyes locked on Twilight’s, glad to have something to hold him back. Rainbow Dash was far too precious to him to give into instinct and possibly do her harm.
Halfway in, Flash Sentry realised he had a problem… the heat, the slick feeling, he could already feel the need to relieve pressure. Feeling a little disappointed, he realised that this wasn’t going to take very long at all. Rainbow Dash’s snatch was devouring his cock an inch at a time, chewing, clamping and pressing down with rhythmic undulations.
Hissing, Rainbow Dash’s wings sprang outwards, unfurling with a nearly supersonic crack. “Flash… I can’t take it… it hurts so bad… I need it… just go slow!”
Above her, Twilight felt Flash Sentry react to Rainbow Dash’s words. A moment later, she felt his balls gently slap into her marehood, which made her whole body jump. She could feel the searing heat from Rainbow Dash’s cunny, a warm wet radiant heat that even made the air around it feel uncomfortably hot and humid. Reaching up her long front legs, she wrapped them over the top of Flash Sentry’s back and held him steady as he began to rock back and forth on top of Rainbow Dash’s back. Twilight could feel Rainbow’s body rubbing against her own. She became aware of the soft heat of Rainbow Dash’s rock hard teats pressing into the soft flesh of her belly.
Rainbow Dash began squeaking as Flash Sentry hilted himself with each thrust.
Pressing the side of her face against Flash Sentry’s neck, Rainbow Dash could feel her ear against his heated flesh. She could feel the rush of blood just beneath the surface of his skin through the soft tender edge of her ear. She could hear and feel the rush of his laboured breathing. She could tell that he was holding back, she could feel his need. She could both hear and feel him growling as the tension built. One thrust was a little harder than the others, almost too hard, and she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. She felt stretched too tightly. Normally, she was a good fit for Flash Sentry, but in her current state, things were just too tight, too clingy, and she could not stop clenching.
This was becoming physically painful, but Rainbow Dash was determined to see this through. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and tried to relax her body, using the same method she used to deal with a near red-out. She pressed her face into Twilight Sparkle’s neck and hoped that Twilight wouldn’t notice the tears slipping out.
“Softly Flash,” Twilight urged in a hushed whisper.
“I know, I’m trying,” Flash Sentry grunted. “Her whole body is one big muscle.”
“Deep breaths… try to relax,” Twilight breathed as she felt Rainbow Dash’s damp face pressing into her neck. “Estrus is hard on some mares… makes everything too sensitive.”
“I can stop… finish off in Twilight,” Flash Sentry offered as he paused mid-thrust.
Biting her lip hard enough to almost draw blood, Rainbow Dash shook her head no and then began punching the mattress with one front hoof. She let out a strangled cry when she felt Flash Sentry resume thrusting.
Above her, Twilight Sparkle felt Flash picking up the pace and she could tell by his face that he was close. She could hear the loud wet slurping and sucking sounds of Rainbow Dash being penetrated, the raspy sounds of Rainbow Dash breathing, and the soft creak of the wooden bedframe.
At last, finally, Rainbow Dash felt Flash Sentry drive himself home with one particularly frenzied thrust which bottomed out inside of her and she felt him release his load. She felt light headed, dizzy, almost disconnected from reality at this point. Her whole body felt overheated and she felt a powerful electric tingle coursing through her as Flash continued to spurt seed, almost as though she was flying through a thunderstorm. A powerful sense of euphoria washed over her and she felt deliriously giddy. Not orgasmic, but giddy with accomplishment.
Rainbow Dash thought for a moment that she was starting to float off, and then realised that she was in fact, floating off. Lifted in a tickly tingly field of magic, her stupefied mind realised she was being moved. The pain was gone now and she could breath again. She felt herself sink into a soft fluffy pile of pillows with her head down low and her backside up high. She felt a kiss upon a cheek, and then a different set of lips kissing her on the other cheek.
“Who's awesome?” Rainbow Dash mumbled as she looked around blearily.
“Who’s gonna be an awesome mom?” Flash Sentry replied breathlessly.
“Probably me… give me about an hour to get myself together… we’ll go again,” Rainbow Dash murmured in a halting nearly delirious voice. The pain was gone now and waves of euphoria were rapidly washing away any remaining feelings of discomfort.
“I’ll go get you some water,” Twilight offered as she rolled off of the bed and onto her hooves in a clumsy ungainly motion.
“Yew Wood and Bittersweet are looking after the wee ones… so we have plenty of time for ourselves,” Berry Punch said in a low seductive growl to her companions as they entered the bedroom together, Berry entering the door first and the others following after her.
“Fresh sheets,” Derpy announced as she sniffed. “I love the smell of clean laundry.”
“When is that cast coming off?” Bucky asked as he entered the room with Belisama riding on his back and clutching his mane. “Soon I hope.”
“She has an appointment the day before Nightmare Night,” Berry remarked as she flopped down upon the bed and bounced.
A moment later, Derpy threw herself into the bed beside Berry Punch and then gave the earth pony mare an affectionate nuzzle. Feeling the need to look desirable, Derpy began to preen herself, pulling her long primaries through her lips and smoothing them out carefully, leaving them glossy and shiny after a few passes.
As Derpy lay there preening, Bucky carefully eased himself into the bed, mindful not to dislodge Belisama from his back. He sprawled out on his belly and kicked his hind legs out behind him as he folded his front legs in front of him.
“It is strange to think about how griffons are denied the pleasures of oral sex… no lips. The closest they can come to any kind of action in that neighborhood is preening one another. Yew Wood and I talk about it a lot,” Berry Punch said in conversational tones. “No blow jobs… no radish hunting. No invading the root cellar and hoping to find a treat. Nothing.”
Looking over at Derpy, Berry Punch pulled her lips back and licked her teeth.
“I like it when Bucky preens me when he’s in griffon form,” Belisama admitted. She paused for a moment, looked at Derpy, flexed her talons nervously, and then clicked her beak together. “It was nice when Derpy preened me. It is good to know I am accepted into the pride.”
Lifting her head, a thin train of slobber hung from Derpy’s mouth. “Of course you’re one of us… pride, herd, whatever you want to call it. You belong with us.”
“Thank you,” Belisama said politely.
Reaching out with a hoof, Berry Punch carefully wiped away the string of drool and then flung it carelessly away. “Pegasi,” she muttered.
“Sentinel is worse,” Derpy replied in a low hushed voice.
Reaching out with his right front hoof, Bucky prodded Derpy right in the bubbles. “Hey, you leave him alone,” he said teasingly. “So… who is dining on who tonight? Cause I’m totally in the mood to watch a little mare on mare action right about now.”
Sighing, Berry Punch cast a longing lustful look at Derpy. “Tonight I dine on pegasus flesh… Bucky, does pegasus actually taste like chicken?”
Blinking once, then twice, and then looking Berry directly in the eye, Bucky shook his head. “No. Not really. Not sure I like chicken.” Bucky paused and then looked around at Belisama with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “I could get a taste for griffoness though.”
Her crest rising, all of Belisama’s feathers fluffed out at once, causing the griffoness’ appearance to double in size. Her beak opened and she began to pant slightly, her tongue visible. “It feels warm in here,” she remarked, her voice coming from deep within her throat.
Feeling aggressive, Berry Punch shoved Derpy over and then crawled up between Derpy’s legs to have herself a good look of the spread eagled pegasus. “You dirty little mare… you’ve been preening your wings to get yourself off,” Berry Punch said as she looked down at Derpy, who was already a little damp. Pulling a hind leg up, Berry Punch delivered a playful swat to the rounded curve of Derpy’s perfectly pleasant perky plush protruding plump plentiful posteriour, paddling perversely, provocatively provoking, poking, plus, playfully pucker prodding the passive pregnant prone panting perpetually perverted pegasus.
Sucking in her lower lip, Derpy hissed as Berry Punch began to work her over.
“You know, it can be scary to feel somebody touching you down here… with their teeth… in a place they could bite you and make you hurt. Especially if you are already afraid of sexual contact to begin with. And maybe come from a culture where this kind of thing just doesn’t exist,” Berry Punch said as she pressed a hoof into Derpy’s now winking snatch, twisted, pushed, and kneaded.
“Hmmmmm,” Derpy moaned as she went limp on the bed and closed her eyes.
“See? Trust. She trusts me enough to close her eyes and allowing me to do as I please,” Berry Punch explained as she pulled her hoof away and settled down upon her belly, her muzzle now scant inches away from Derpy’s now sodden cleft.
Puckering up her lips, Berry Punch blew lightly over the crinkled parted flesh, which caused Derpy’s wings to spring out from her sides a bit. The quivering mound inches away from Berry’s lips swelled slightly, causing it to open invitingly.
When Derpy’s winking clitoris presented itself for a moment, Berry’s tongue whipped out with lightning speed and gave it a quick lick, teasing the tip over Derpy’s generously sized nubbin.
“Derpy once told me that Berry’s tongue can go so deep that you can feel it tickling in the back of your throat,” Bucky whispered to Belisama, causing the griffoness to titter.
Berry Punch’s tongue snaked out, twisted sideways, and the tip of it ran along the left protruding lip of Derpy’s blue-grey glistening gash. With a flick of her tongue, she licked again, applying enough friction to tug at the left lip, separating it from the right, and revealing the dark purple-blue-grey flesh within.
Mewling, letting out little pleading whimpers, Derpy flailed around on the bed as Berry Punch alternated between teasing the left side, then the right side, with the occasional penetrative lick right up the middle, leaving the tip of her tongue lingering over Derpy’s winking spastic clitoral mound.
Reaching up, Derpy stuffed a hoof into her mouth and bit down on it as she let out a long low lazy lusty moan. Reaching down with her other hoof, she tried to reach between her legs, but Berry Punch gently pushed Derpy’s hoof away, so Derpy rubbed her own belly instead, which was now clearly showing her pregnancy.
“We’ve all gotten a lot better at this,” Bucky whispered into Belisama’s ear. “When we started out, Derpy and I were pretty clumsy, Berry was the one with experience. Now, my tongue play is almost as good as Berry’s… but she has a longer tongue.”
Lifting up her head from between Derpy’s legs, Berry Punch licked her lips and cleared her throat. “Not to mention, I can actually tie my own tongue in a knot,” Berry bragged.
To demonstrate, Berry Punch waggled her tongue out, allowing it to spill out full length, formed a loop, and then in an amazing display of dexterity, slipped the tip of her tongue through the loop, forming a loose knot. Grinning, Berry Punch pushed the knot into Derpy’s now slurping snatch, which devoured Berry Punch’s tongue and with powerful suction, pulled it inside.
With a lewd wink, Berry Punch rapidly rammed her tongue knot in and out of Derpy’s masticating minge, which appeared to be chewing on Berry’s outrageous organ. She went deep, held it, pulled it out oh so slowly, almost bringing it to the surface, causing the blue grey labia to stretch and change shape, before forcibly plunging back down into Derpy’s delicious delightful dew-filled depths.
With a wet pop, Berry Punch pulled free of Derpy’s snatch, unfurled her tongue, and waggled it around a bit. “Thungue crampth,” she mumbled.
Leaning over to whisper into Belisama’s ear, Bucky allowed his lips to brush up against and tickle the griffoness. “You might not believe this, but Berry Punch lifts weights with her tongue… she can wrap it around a shotglass, pick up said shotglass, and then pour the drink down her throat. I’ve seen her do it.”
“She… can lick… the bottom… of a beer… bottle,” Derpy panted breathlessly as her eyes crossed, uncrossed, drifted apart, looked straight ahead, and then finally closed as a blissful expression overtook her face.
Sensing Derpy’s weakness, Berry Punch sprang, pounced, diving muzzle first into Derpy’s bitch ditch and using her nasal bridge to apply simulation to Derpy’s clitoris as she plunged down and licked as deep as her tongue would allow.
“Flibbertigibbets!” Derpy shouted as her eyes sprang open and bulged out.
“The mother of all ‘f’ based expletives,” Bucky gasped as he pulled his head back.
Clamping her fetlock over her mouth, Derpy giggled and then let out a low longing moan.
Pushing herself in a little deeper, and ignoring her need for air, Berry Punch allowed her tongue to slither over every slick inch of Derpy’s foal hole, wet squelching noises filled the room, and the pegasus began to grunt as Berry Punch pushed her over the edge.
Pulling out with a loud raspy gasp, her muzzle dripping with snatch snot, Berry Punch sucked some air in and then resumed licking as she huffed through her nose, her tongue wetly slapping against Derpy’s clitoral mound, catching the flesh with friction from the rough bumpy surface, pulling and tugging as Berry Punch lapped aggressively at Derpy’s well watered plot furrow.
Her eyes squeezed shut, Derpy could see colours dancing on the inside of her eyelids. Reds, blues, yellows, spots of colour darted about, a cinema of visual bliss. She could feel the static building in her wings as they fluttered against the blankets. She could feel her frogs as they began to sweat. Her dock muscles spasmed as her body’s muscles began to contract and tense rapidly. Each time Berry’s tongue touched her, Derpy felt her whole body jerk from the electric ecstasy of Berry’s teasing ministrations. Her breath was so hot that it felt as though it was searing her nostrils.
Inhaling deeply, Derpy herd ringing in her ears as her whole body clenched up and went stiff, all four legs kicking slightly as she felt her own winking marehood squeeze upon a cock that wasn’t even there, trying to draw it in, trying to draw in seed that would never come, at least not from this orgasm. She let out a phlegmy gurgle, her tongue went dry, and a lightheaded feeling overtook her.
“See?” Bucky whispered to Belisama, knowing that his lips were tickling the griffoness’ neck as they brushed up against her feathers. “This is why lips and a tongue are awesome.”
“Whew!” Derpy gasped as she rolled over and pulled away from Berry Punch, closing her legs, and wiping away sweat from her nasal bridge.
Flopping over, Berry Punch lay there on the blanket and grinned a self satisfied and rather smug looking grin. The earth pony licked her lips and sighed. “Well, that was a job well done.”
“I feel warm,” Belisama confessed in a low whispery voice that came from deep within her throat. “Right now I feel as though I have too much fur.”
“Yep, I’m that awesome,” Berry Punch agreed in a voice that radiated smug satisfaction.
“Berry, you and I are going to go finish this up in the shower… as soon as I can walk that is. Belisama and Bucky need some time alone together,” Derpy said in a somewhat breathless voice as she lay on the bed on her side, her eyes closed, drawing in deep breaths.
“Have fun you two… if you need us Belisama, give a squawk,” Berry said as she rolled over and looked at Belisama. The earth pony drew in a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it out slowly.
Reaching out with his magic, Bucky gently grasped Belisama’s tail and gave it a soft yank as he turned his head so he could see Belisama’s reaction. The griffoness fell over, went limp for a moment, and then rolled over and presented her fuzzy tummy.
“She’s adorable like that,” Derpy whispered in an almost drowsy sounding voice.
“We should get going,” Berry Punch suggested in a low seductive growl. “I know a dirty dirty mare that needs a shower and a spanking.”
Running his nose along Belisama’s throat and working his way slowly downwards, Bucky sniffed, snuffled, and occasionally planted little kisses along the tender and exposed vulnerable areas on Belisama’s body.
Reaching out with her left talons, Belisama grabbed Bucky’s right ear and gave it a tug, making an odd sound in the base of her throat as she did so. She made a cooing sound, almost like a dove, and then she closed her eyes. “You have these silly looking ears… I love them.”
Pausing just above Belisama’s breastbone, Bucky lay there, frozen in place, with Belisama tugging on one ear. “My ears are silly eh?”
“I agree with Lugus… they are. Such a vulnerability. Something dangling off of the side of your head where something could grab it,” Belisama responded as she opened her eyes and gave another tug. “They’re so soft… silky… and your ears with those tufts… it feels like griffon cub down.”
“Would you like to have a couple of little cubs?” Bucky asked in a low soft whisper, his words being breathed into the place on Belisama where fur and feathers mingled together.
“I want to tell you yes, but hippogriffs are very rare,” Belisama said in a sad sounding voice. “Lugus and Yew are both quite frustrated… they want offspring.”
“I know,” Bucky responded, his words causing Belisama’s feathers to ruffle, which made Belisama quiver beneath him. “I want my flesh and your flesh to be knit together… I want a little piece of me to live on with a little piece of you… and I hope that our young gets the very best from both of us.” When he was done speaking, Bucky resumed slowly working his way downward, mindful of Belisama’s talons clutching his ear.
Feeling Bucky’s snoot now past her ribs, Belisama tensed, her muscles going taut as she realised a maw full of terrible teeth was now lingering over an area of flesh that had no protection. Without meaning to, she squeezed down tighter on Bucky’s ear, her foreleg jerking slightly, and she felt Bucky freeze.
Realising that he had stopped because of the panicked ear tug, Belisama gave another tiny tug and a gentle squeeze to silently communicate that she was okay. Reaching out with her other talons, Belisama placed them upon the good side of Bucky’s face, on his cheek, and stroked it softly, feeling the thick silken hairs on the pads of her talon fingers. She felt his lips upon her belly, and could feel the hard points of fangs behind those lips, softly pressing through Bucky’s flesh and the hardness pushed into her own.
Realising that she was in control, Belisama pulled upwards on Bucky’s ear, and she felt his lips trailing over her breastbone once more, leaving behind little kisses, and the feeling of his hot breath once more ruffled her feathers.
Knowing this, Belisama began to push Bucky downwards slowly, her right talons sliding up along his face and grabbing his left ear. Looking up, she could see his horn directly above her. She had touched it a number of times now, and knew it was nothing to be afraid of, other than the fact that it was cold. Feeling Bucky’s lips now kissing just below her navel, Belisama shuddered, which made her beak clack together several times in succession.
Letting out a faint hiss, Belisama could feel the long hairs on Bucky’s pelt tugging slightly upon the cast around her rear leg, and then she felt his breath on flesh that was already too warm for comfort. Squeezing his ears, she could feel him sniffing, could feel his searing moist breath upon folds of flesh that were already ablaze. She felt her hind toes curl and her tail wanted to pull up to cover her belly as fear slowly crept through her.
And then, Belisama felt two lips press into her own.
With fearful reflex, Belisama tugged upwards, pulling Bucky’s head towards her navel once more as she panted from fear. She looked down, twisting her head around, and saw Bucky’s eye looking up at her, a patient looking expression upon his face as one eyebrow slowly raised expectantly.
Her toes tensing and flexing, Belisama pushed Bucky downwards once more.
Inhaling sharply, Belisama felt a curious tongue touch her folds, lingering on the surface, the moist heat settling in, and then a feeling of coolness as it was withdrawn. The sudden cool sensation made her tingle strangely, it made her throat feel tight, and made her vocal cords tense. Then, she felt it again, more pressure this time, a gentle lick followed by the touch of two lips pressed against her own as a slow lingering kiss was planted. She felt Bucky’s head turn sideways, at an angle, so his two lips were more lined up with her two lips, and she felt the curiously damp sensation of his lips gently kneading her still tightly clenched slit.
Bucky’s tongue was rough, bumpy, yet still somehow curiously smooth. Belisama felt it play along her entrance, lingering above the folds, and then she felt the edge of his tongue part her slightly, slipping in, spreading her open ever so slightly, and then brushing across what was found within.
Quite without meaning to, Belisama moaned. Squeezing Bucky’s ears, she pulled his head downward, forcing his muzzle down between her legs, and her whole body quivered as she felt the delightful pressure of his lips locking on and forming a seal with her own.
Mid-lick, Bucky’s tongue stopped and she felt his head pull away slightly.
“Berry was right… you have a filly ribbon… er… griffoness ribbon? I don’t know… it is small and thin… it might hurt a little when it breaks. Please don’t tear my ears off,” Bucky said, offering up a warning.
“Just… take care of me,” Belisama urged in a soft utterance, her beak not moving.
Belisama felt him again, there was the sound of fur rustling up against Bucky’s pelt, a faint wet sucking sound, and then, a feeling of pressure as Bucky’s tongue probed ever deeper. She felt something tugging, something that made all of her muscles in her hindquarters tense and flex, and made her tailhole pucker. Squeezing Bucky’s ears tightly, Belisama felt the pressure build, as though something was pulling on her insides, and then the pressure was released. There was a faint stinging sensation but no real pain, it was like a stinging slap on exposed flesh. She could hear Bucky lapping and part of her mind registered that he was probably tasting her blood right now.
The griffoness shivered and bucked her hips upwards, and she was mindful that she did not sink her claws into Bucky’s tender ear flesh as she squeezed. “This feels good.”
His tongue pressing ever deeper as Belisama’s flesh relaxed, Bucky growled into Belisama’s blossoming folds, causing the griffoness to convulse with giddiness.
It felt like ants crawling over her skin, or flying outside through the freezing rain. Belisama gasped, squawked, and then she hiked her good leg upwards, wrapping it around Bucky’s head, and then sliding it down his neck slowly, grabbing his mane with her toes and giving little tugs as she slipped downwards. The feeling of his long silky pelt trailing over her sensitive footpads was almost too good to believe, it caused her leg to kick and jerk slightly, and she had to be mindful to keep her hind claws carefully retracted and away from Bucky’s skin.
Belisama failed.
One claw caught on Bucky’s flesh, snagged slightly, catching the skin just enough to sting, which caused Bucky’s muzzle to plunge downwards as his body reacted to the soft teasing clawing.
Pulling himself free with a wet smack of his lips, Bucky looked up at Belisama and saw she was looking at down at him. “Kitty has claws!”
Using her hind leg, Belisama drug her footpad over Bucky’s pelt, teasing his flesh with her claws, this time being far more careful and mindful. She felt his muscles flex, twitch, and spasm under her ticklish touch.
Overcome with an emotion that she could not identify, Belisama froze in place, her toes tugging on Bucky’s pelt, her eyes locked on his eye, both of her talons still clinging to his ears. She let go of his ears, allowing them to slip free from her grasp, and she flexed her talons nervously as she folded her forelegs over her girth.
“I love you,” Belisama said in a confessional whisper. “You set me free. You gave me life and a reason to live and be happy… I met you on the worst day of my life and every day has been better since.” Her foot slid down Bucky’s side and then fell to the bed with a soft thump upon the rumpled blankets.
Saying nothing in reply, Bucky ducked his head down and gave the griffoness a slow loving lick, his tongue probing until he found a tiny nubbin of flesh hidden within pink folds. Tiny, smaller than a pea, Bucky could feel it as he continued to explore.
Belisama felt it too. When Bucky’s tongue brushed over her she felt her whole body tingle as though she was flying through a freezing thunderstorm full of sleet and lightning. Grabbing the blanket with her talons, Belisama squeezed as she allowed Bucky to freely explore, finally trusting him, letting go, and allowing the moment to happen.
With each lick, each penetration of his tongue, Belisama felt herself opening up more and more, her flesh was relaxing and allowing for easier entry with each pass. When she felt his tongue move over a spot just below the place where she felt the electric tingle, she felt her whole body come to life.
“More there!” Belisama begged as she unclenched her talons from the bed and then reached down to stroke Bucky’s face with the sides of her talon fingers, her claws angled away from Bucky’s face. She felt Bucky respond with one lick, then another, and then she felt him angle his tongue to drag the much rougher side edge along the spot that felt so good.
Reaching up, Belisama grabbed her beak and gave it a squeeze, not knowing what to do with her talons. Drawing in a deep breath through her nostrils, she tried to let it out slowly as her body began to feel peculiar. It was difficult to breathe and Belisama wondered if she was panicking. There was suddenly an annoying cramp in her side, which she ignored, determined to see this out as she was.
There was a firm push of Bucky’s tongue, followed by a swirling motion around what felt like a second heart to Belisama, and then the griffoness found that she couldn’t breathe at all for a moment. Her whole body seized, her body quaked, and then her girth suddenly heaved as she sucked in one shuddering breath.
Letting out a long feline yowl, Belisama experienced her first orgasm.
Yawning lazily and enjoying the afterglow, Belisama pressed tighter up against Bucky’s side, her tail twitching, and her heavy eyelids staying only half open. She felt Bucky roll over, and she scooted over to remain pressed against him, until something bumping against her backside made her pause.
The griffoness’ half open eyes went wide from surprise.
Reaching out a foreleg, Bucky pulled Belisama close, hugging her to his barrel, her back pressed tightly up against his ribs. The griffoness wriggled, not to get away, but to reposition herself slightly as she understood what was about to happen.
Grabbing ahold of Bucky’s metallic prosthesis, Belisama got a good grip and braced herself as she lifted her tail out of the way, laying up against Bucky’s body, draping it over his side.
“Mounting you would only smoosh you into the bed,” Bucky whispered as he tucked his head downwards closer to Belisama’s head. “But I like spooning… if at any time, you feel uncomfortable, scared, or worried, just pull away and I’ll pull back.”
Wrapping her talons around one of Bucky’s demon steel talon fingers, and then wrapping her other talons around his talon thumb, Belisama pulled her hind legs up to her belly, pulling her backside taut and exposing herself, leaving herself wide open and accessible from behind.
“You’re much stretchier down there than I thought you would be. I don’t think this will be too difficult or hard… still worried about hurting you… you’re so small,” Bucky breathed as he stroked Belisama’s ribs with his right front fetlock.
Gently pushing Belisama downwards, Bucky thrust himself upwards, paused, and then got a feel for the lay of the land. Belisama really didn’t have a plot furrow, there was no fertile valley back there, her backside was mostly flat. He poked, prodded, probed, and pushed, brushing his flat flared tip all over Belisama and making her squirm.
“I don’t know that I’m going to last long… I’m really pent up,” Bucky confessed as his tip found a searingly hot and wet place below Belisama’s tail.
Feeling Bucky’s whole body tense, Belisama felt something pressing against her. The pressure built, continued to grow in intensity, she felt her body stretching, and then she felt the edge of Bucky’s cock gain purchase on her slit, parting her slightly and catching on her insides enough to allow more to slip in.
“I busted your ribbon… but I’m about to really take your virginity in just a moment… are you ready?” Bucky asked in a voice filled with concern. “I remember losing mine…”
“Just hurry up,” Belisama urged as she wiggled her backside around, trying to get more of Bucky to slip in. Something itched back there.
With a smooth careful motion, Bucky pushed in, going past her loosened outer lips, and then hitting the much tighter entrance just inside. He pushed slowly, carefully, Belisama’s snatch was so tight around his cock that it pushed the skin back away from the tip, creating pudgy wrinkles down below the head as Bucky’s girth was eased in.
Surprisingly, Bucky kept sliding in with relative ease, slowly slipping into the tight cleft, he could feel Belisama stretching around him, and the griffoness was now hissing like a tea kettle with each inch he gained.
With a lewd sounding raspberry, Bucky bottomed out in Belisama, his cock only almost halfway in and unable to go in any further. He could feel his tip pressing up against something soft, warm, and pulsating. He hadn’t even sunk himself in to the ring.
Pulling out a bit, Bucky sunk himself in again, careful to only go so far. Wiggling his hips, he began to trust with smooth rhythmic regularity as Belisama melted against him, her eyes closing as she let out a soft low yowl from deep within her throat.
With each thrust, there was a wet slurping sound to accompany it.
The silken sleeve into which Bucky thrust his cock was entirely different than an equine plot furrow. It was slicker, tighter, grippier, almost too slippery. It was difficult to get enough friction for good stimulation. A thick runny mucus was being spurted out onto the bed with each thrust, a defensive protective lubricant meant to ease the trauma of being penetrated by a barbed penis.
Gritting his teeth, Bucky picked up the pace since Belisama seemed okay with it.
Yowling with real volume now, Belisama’s tail thumped up against Bucky’s side with each stroke, her whole body was rocked forward with thrust, and she pushed back by bracing herself against Bucky’s mechanical talons.
So tightly stretched was Belisama that her tiny nub of flesh and nerves was sliding along Bucky’s length with each stroke, getting direct stimulation against the veiny wrinkled underside, sliding and bouncing along the bumps and ridges.
After one particularly firm thrust, Belisama hissed, her beak opening wide as the air in her lungs was forced out through tightly clenched vocal cords. She jammed herself backwards, pushing against Bucky’s talons, now anxious for her own release. She cursed her own shallow depths… she needed to feel more of him sliding along her now throbbing fleshy button.
With a snap of her beak as her eyes squeezed shut, Belisama approached the edge and then was pushed over by one well angled slam. Bucky was leaning over just a little bit now, pressing some of his weight down on her body, pushing her into the mattress somewhat, and Belisama sucked in a deep breath as the stallion’s frenzied humping continued unabated.
For a brief moment, Belisama actually wanted Bucky on top of her, grinding her into the bedspread and having his dirty way with her. Each thrust was now causing her to peep as she yowled and hissed. She felt the muscles on Bucky’s stomach ripple and flex, and then there was one particularly hard thrust that was nearly painful, but in a good way. He stayed hilted this time, his cock jerking and spasming inside of her, and Belisama felt something hot fill her insides to a point of feeling strangely full, as though she might burst or pop.
When Bucky pulled himself free, it was difficult to actually pull out, his flared head not wanting to pass through Belisama’s now too tight twat opening. He pulled once, causing Belisama to jump and moan, and then with the second tug, pulled free with a wet ‘schlorp’ sound. Panting, Bucky rolled over onto his back and lay on the bed, trying to recover.
Crawling on top of Bucky, Belisama lay down on top of Bucky’s barrel, her lower half sprawled out over Bucky’s now half erect cock.
“We can’t be done,” Belisama whispered pleadingly, her crest raised as her eyes blinked slowly. She felt her spine tense as an aftergasm rocked through her body and made her wings flutter.
“Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath,” Bucky responded as he stared up at the ceiling and already feeling hungry for seconds.
Grabbing Bucky’s chest scruff with her talons, Belisama gave a yank on the long hair. “But I have needs now,” she said as she slid her hot fuzzy belly along Bucky’s length. “Can we try this with me on top this time?” she asked.
“Yes… I think you’d like that,” Bucky replied and then took a deep breath.
“Good… this night is ours… I want to make it special,” Belisama stated as she lay her head down on Bucky’s chest and closed her eyes.
