Episode 1 - Celestial Advice

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Thorax moaned as the alicorn on top of him sunk another inch towards the base of his shaft, the supple flesh of her backdoor squeezing around his member like a vice. “I d-don’t think it will fit!”

Luna looked down at him with a smirk, beads of sweat rolling across her fur as she sat speared on half of his—apparently above-average, even for a changeling his size—cock. “N-nonsense. Just need to work it a little, that’s all….”

The ceremony celebrating Thorax and his friend’s somewhat surprising defeat of Queen Chrysalis had gone quite smoothly. Truth be told, Thorax had been a little worried going into it—while the hive had been freed from the evil tyranny of their former leader, most of his fellow changelings were still a little rough around the edges when it came to social interactions with ponies. With just one slip of the tongue, one accidental asking of somepony to “come back to my chamber and exchange some love”—a phrase that apparently meant something completely different to ponies then changelings, as he had found out first-hoof when asking Starlight that very thing—and he was sure the princesses would banish the hive for good.

Surprisingly, though, the party had gone off without a hitch. In fact, the only real incident was when Princess Luna had tried to place the Pink Heart of Courage around his neck, the curving bones of his proud, new antlers too wide for it to fit. But a short, awkward moment was certainly better than a mass banishment of his entire hive, he supposed. The alicorn even laughed about it later, jokingly stating that she wondered if “other parts of him were just as big”. He didn’t have any idea what she meant at the time, but now he had a sneaking suspicion that the alicorn had, as Starlight had told him when he asked about ways ponies exchanged love, “flirted” with him.

Luna had continued “flirting” with him throughout the party, whispering sweet nothings into his ear or sensually brushing past him deep into the night. There were even times when her tail had accidentally lifted or swung to the side to show off the ebony lips of her marehood, though he wasn’t sure how “accidental” those moments really were. Still, it didn't take much for the Alicorn of the Night to whisk him away as the party wound down, and it took even less for her to toss him belly-up onto the bed. And now here they were, Luna straddling his waist as the velveteen walls of her backdoor sensually massaged most of his oversized shaft.

“Mmph, by my sister’s name….” Thorax winced in pleasure as Luna enveloped his balls in her magic, the warm, electric sensation making his round seed-silos churn with their unspent love. “If I had known changeling’s were so well endowed, I would have gone and kicked Chrysalis out myself!”

Another inch of his bright blue rod disappeared between the dark cheeks of the alicorn’s plot, the pouting pair of lips just north of their point of connection flashing him brief glimpses of her bright pink flesh. “Th-thanks, I think.” He shivered as the princess reached the three-quarters mark of his shaft, his antlers scratching against the headboard of the bed. “B-but, really, you don’t have to take it all!”

“Mmm... that sounds like a challenge!” The alicorn hummed as she let gravity pull her into his lap, the blunt head of his cock forcing its way deeper and deeper into her bowels. For a moment he thought it wouldn't work, that the size of his shaft and the tightness of her backdoor were simply not meant to be, but with a final, triumphant gasp Luna's ass finally pressed against the top of his sac.

The alicorn chuckled like a mad mare and began grinding her hips against his waist, almost as if she was using the hardened rod of his cock to forcibly stretch out the walls of her ass. “See? That wasn’t so bad!” She smiled and leaned forward, bracing herself against the headboard with her butt still planted firmly in his lap. “Now then, I think it’s time we give you a proper reward!”

Thorax didn’t have a chance to speak before the princess began lifting her hips, slowly extracting the pre-slickened length of his cock from her heavenly ass. Every inch of his shaft was subjected to the pleasurable power of the alicorn’s backdoor, the puffy ring of her anus hugging his flesh as it left her form. She paused with nothing but the tip still held between the moons of her ass, her ponut clenching around the hardened edges of his flare as if claiming him as her own. Already he could feel himself nearing the edge of climax, the constant magical ministrations against his balls practically milking them of their love—

And then Luna suddenly slammed her hips into his lap, driving the breath from his lungs as she took the entirety of his shaft with a resounding smack. Thorax tried to gasp or moan or shout but all he could do was stare between her legs as she picked herself back up, sliding the silky-soft skin of her backdoor across his shaft before slamming herself down again. Within the blink of an eye Luna had gone from slow and meticulous to hard and feral, leaving him unable to do nothing but clench his teeth as she rode him like a bull.

Several minutes passed, one driving herself up and down in the other’s lap like a mare in heat. The room filled with the sounds of their rutting, the constant slaps of ass meeting hips the beat to their symphony of lust. All Thorax could do was hold on for the ride for as long as he could, though that quickly became a losing battle as the alicorn began to pick up the pace. His balls screamed at him for release, begged him to let loose their fertile loads straight into the mare's bowels, but still he tried to hang on.

“Oh yeah….” Luna closed her eyes as Thorax’s balls pulled towards his body, one hoof holding herself up as the other attacked her marehood. “Come on, don't hold back. Give it to me! It’s been way too long!”

Thorax clenched his eyes shut. Well, if that was what the princess wanted, then who was say no? So, with a last-second surge of strength, he brought his hooves to the alicorn’s waist and slammed his hips up into her ass. The resulting slap and gasp were enough to will him on further, and as he hammered himself against the plush mounds of Luna’s plot he found himself suddenly in control.

“Oh!” Luna arched her back as he sunk balls-deep inside her backdoor, the flowing hairs of her tail tickling the top of his balls. “Oh, Thorax!” The hoof between her legs became a blur, the slick juices leaking from her marehood splattering against Thorax’s stomach. “I’m… I’m… ooohhh!”

With a final, Equestria-shattering thrust Thorax buried himself beneath the alicorn’s tail for the last time, just in time for the princess to scream his name towards the ceiling in bliss. The silken walls wrapped around his member suddenly closed around it like a vice, holding him in place as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. The constrictions were too much for him to handle, and with a loud groan he began depositing his seed deep into the alicorn’s bowels. His cock flexed in joy with each blast it fired into the pony's ass, the slick fluids quickly filling the alicorn to the brim. Each time he thought he could give no more, however, the pony seemed to milk another surge from his balls, and before long he felt warm lines of his cum start to seep over the curves of his sac.

“Phew....” Luna looked down at Thorax as her climax came to a shuddering end, her lips curved into a half-devilish, half-exhausted grin. “Told you it would fit. You should never doubt the Alicorn of the Night!”

Thorax let himself go limp as his balls finally emptied, hooves falling from the alicorn’s waist as she laid down on top of him. “Yeah….” His cock, still buried beneath the pony’s tail, gave a happy little twitch as the last of his love leaked from its tip. Even then it did not soften, however—in fact, it seemed as hard as it had been before!

"Hmm...." Thorax hummed in thought. “Say, you think Celestia could take it up the ass as good as you?”

Luna smiled, her magic once again fondling the changeling's now-churning balls. “Well, Thorax, I guess there’s only one way to find out….”

Episode 2 - All Bottled Up

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Starlight’s eyes widened in horror as her saddlebag was flung off her back, the small, glass bottle she had been using to store her pent-up frustrations arcing through the air. Her breath hitched in her throat as it shattered on the ground, releasing a thick, pink mist into the air that seeped into the three ponies standing by the cinnamon-nut cart. A rock dropped into the pit of her stomach as the three then turned towards Trixie, each with a scowl on their face that screamed somepony was about to get hurt.

Trixie, who had also been flung to the side at the end of their saddlebag tug-of-war, shook her head and sat up to find three angry-looking ponies staring her down. “Um, why are they looking at me like that?”

“I’m gonna spank your fat, voluptuous ass ‘till it turns pink, Trixie!” Granny Smith suddenly shouted into the air.

Both Trixie’s and Starlight’s eyes widened, though it was the show-mare that found it in herself to speak. “What!?”

The unicorn quickly shuffled away from the approaching elderly pony and gasped as she bumped into the jeweler, who looked down at her with glowing pink eyes. “You just had to bend over and lift your tail when you reached for that bag of pretzels, didn’t you?”

Trixie looked quizzically at the mare. “Have you been watching me? I don’t understand!”

The third pony, Bulk Biceps, angrily stomped his way beside the jeweler and screamed, “I’m going to give myself a big, magic dick and fuck you full of my foals!”

Starlight face-hoofed, cheeks growing redder with each sexually-charged outburst—even more so when Trixie, still sitting between the three ponies, took a curious glance beneath Bulk Biceps to check that he already had a dick. “Thank Celestia Twilight isn’t here to see this….”

“Now spread those cheeks so I can suck on your clit like a pacifier!”

Trixie turned towards the jeweler with a mix of horror and disgust. “I barely even know you! I don’t understand why you’re all so… so… lustful towards me!”

“They’re not.” Starlight, having enough embarrassment for one day, took a step forward. “I am.” With a quick flash of her horn she pulled her pent-up frustrations from the three ponies, resulting in a large cloud of pink mist to form just above her head.

Trixie looked at her friend, her confusion plainly written on her face. “You are?”

Starlight sighed in resignation. “I’m really, really mad at you. Not because you lost Twilight’s map table, not because you make jokes like it’s no big deal, and not because you didn’t even say you were sorry….”

Trixie walked up to the unicorn and looked her straight in the eye. “Then… why?”

Starlight leaned forward and whispered into her friend’s ear, and by the time she pulled back Trixie had an ear-to-ear grin on her lips. “Oh, why didn’t you just say so! C’mon!” The unicorn wrapped a hoof around her neck and began enthusiastically shoving her towards the castle, leaving the three other ponies to look at each other in confusion.

“Looks like somepony needs the help of the Great and Powerful Trixie!”

Later, back at the Castle of Friendship within one of the guest rooms….

“You know, I’m sure it’s not healthy to keep yourself bottled up like—”

SMACK!

Trixie had to bite her bottom lip to keep from crying out as Starlight’s hoof slammed into her ass, though she made no effort to muffle her moans as it began sensually rubbing it instead. “Ow! Do you have to be so rough—”

SLAP!

Starlight chuckled as the unicorn’s tail shot straight up into the air, revealing the already-damp lips that hid just beneath it. “Who told you to speak?” She slapped one of the wands on the mare’s flank and chuckled at the shocked gasp she got in reply. “Are you trying to make me even madder?”

Trixie hummed in reply, the sharp sting on her ass already burning off into pleasure, “Well, if making you angry leads to this, then maybe I’ll just have to—oh!”

Rather than giving her another smack on the ass Starlight yank Trixie’s hind-end into the air with her magic, leaving the show-mare face-down, ass-up in the center of the bed—a position she had fantasized the unicorn being in many, many times before, and one that built the hunger burning between her legs. “Hush, you, or I might just go back to magic-ing my feelings away!”

Trixie humphed in mock-offense as Starlight crawled behind her. “Please, I'd take the passionate, lively, and yeah, sometimes angry Starlight over the boring pony you were becoming any day.” She looked back at her friend—or what she could see of her friend past the curves of her own ass—and smiled, warmly. “Those are my favorite parts of you.” Her grin turned sultry. “That and the fact that you are totally into me and my 'fat, voluptuous ass'.”

Starlight chuckled, sheepishly. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re still going to have to help me find Twilight’s table, though.” She lifted her head and peered past the unicorn’s swaying silver tail. “Any idea as to where you teleported it to yet?”

Trixie hummed in thought. “Hmm… nah, nothing yet.” She grinned and began teasingly shaking her ass back and forth, tail kept nice and high to showcase the dripping folds of her marehood. “I think I know something that might help jog my memory, though!”

Starlight playfully rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh, sure it will….” With a final wink to her friend she lowered herself between the unicorn’s legs, where the dark-blue petals of the mare’s flower greeted her with a wink of their own. “That is if you can think at all after I’m done with you!”

Starlight figured that Trixie, always the quick-witted one, had some sort of comeback all planned out and ready to go. A quick drag of the tongue up the show-mare’s lips to clean the smooth, outer folds of her juices, though, was enough to morph her words into moans before they could escape from her mouth. A second lick got another groan, and by the time she finished the third—this time flicking her tongue across the bud of the mare’s clit to shake things up a bit—Trixie had been reduced to a blubbering puddle in her hooves. So, with that problem solved, Starlight pressed her muzzle between her friend’s legs and began eating her out properly, tongue driving into the mare’s body in search of the relief she so desperately needed.

“Mmm… oh!” Trixie shuddered, cheek pressed firmly against the bed. “C-come on, is that all you got? Where’s all that pent up frustration? Where’s that pass—ah!”

Another butt-slap shocked the show-mare into silence, leaving nothing but the sounds of Starlight's hungry feasting to echo off the walls of their room. Starlight groaned between mouthfuls of delicious pony pussy, a light-pink cloud starting to form off the tip of her horn. Rather than sequestering it away, however, she accepted it with open hooves, using it to fuel the violent strokes of her tongue. Harder and faster she pumped it back and forth, tongue-fucking her friend into submission, and before long the world faded into the back of her mind.

With an almost feral growl Starlight forcefully groped the mare’s ass, mashing the fat mounds together to smoosh them against either side of her face. The show-mare seemed to enjoy the added roughness, pressing back against her in a blatant display of need. The control she had over Trixie egged Starlight on, her magic wrapping around the base of the show-mare’s tail to tug it up and out of the way.

With a wet smack of her lips and a loud slap of Trixie’s ass Starlight pulled away from her prize, eyes half-lidded as she stared at the pouting pair of lips between her friend’s legs. “Still nothing?”

It took Trixie a moment to respond, chest heaving as she recovered from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. “N-no… nothing y—oooOOOhhh!”

A solid mass of magic suddenly rubbed against her marehood, splitting apart the fat lips of her labia like a hay-dog in a bun. Only once it had been thoroughly coated in her juices did it pull away, thought it was only gone for a moment before it pressed against the hole beneath her tail. A soft push was all it took for the tip to pop inside, stretching the soft rim of her anus out like a round piece of dough. This, in turn, made the small bulb of her clit wink into the air, something that Starlight had been patiently waiting for like a predator stalking its prey.

Before the sensitive bundle of nerves had the chance to retreat back inside Trixie’s body Starlight was upon it, wrapping her lips around the bulb to hold it in place. Trixie let out a startled croak as her friend began tongue-punching her clit, each impact sending shockwaves of bliss straight up her spine. Her juices began to flow more freely, matting Starlight’s fur as lines of the stuff dribbled to the sheets below. Still Starlight did not relent, attacking her on two fronts in an attempt to break her down.

And Celestia above was it working!

“St-Starlight!” Trixie gasped as the magical member buried beneath her tail bottomed out, only for it to reverse direction to start all over again. “I’m close!”

Starlight’s only response was a lustful growl as she went to town on her friend’s pussy, tongue flicking in a frenzy to try and cool the burning need in her mind. The magical dildo she had conjured slammed back inside the unicorn’s body, the constant strikes of her tongue soon syncing with the thrusts of her member. In and out it went, pummeling the unicorn’s back door without remorse, and she had a front row seat to the show as she wined and dined on her friend’s sweet ambrosia.

To Trixie’s credit, she lasted much longer than Starlight thought she would. The constant contact against her clit combined with the burning pleasure of taking such a thick cock up the ass was not something many mares’s could handle. But, she supposed, that was just like Trixie: everything was always hard with the mare, so why would sex be an exception? But while she was great and powerful she was still just a pony, and as Starlight picked up the pace again—this time adding a rough flank-massage with her hooves as she did—she finally tumbled off the edge.

“Oh! Ohhh fff—”

An explosion of stars filled Trixie’s vision as her climax began. Her ass clenched down on the magical cock as it buried itself to the hilt for the final time, splitting her in two as Starlight’s tongue continued working over her pussy. She rewarded her friend with slick gushes of mare juice, each one gulped down reverently by the thirsty mare between her legs. It wasn’t enough for Starlight, however, as the unicorn continued assaulting her body with pleasure throughout her orgasm, extending it farther than what she thought was possible. Even as she fell from the peaks of pleasure that tongue continued pressing against the walls of her passage, massaging the folds of her marehood like a masseuse at a spa—

Trixie’s eyes shot open. “Wait… the spa!”

Starlight pulled her head back with a refreshed “ahh!”, face all but covered in her friend’s juices. “Mmm… delicious! I must say, I—”

Trixie suddenly shot up from the bed, knocking Starlight over onto her back. “Starlight! The spa! I was thinking about the spa!”

“Huh?” Starlight sat up, cum dripping from her chin. “What are you talking about, Trixie?”

“The spa!” Trixie grinned. “I teleported the table to the spa!”

Starlight perked up. “Really? Well, let’s—wait.” She paused just before she jumped off the bed, turning to look at her friend with a confused look on her face. “Why were you thinking about the spa?”

Trixie blushed and sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. “Well, I mean, it was the first place we met and all….” Her cheeks grew a few shades brighter. “But I was kind of imagining us… you know… doing things that you don’t normally do in a spa together….”

Starlight continued to look at the unicorn in confusion, but realization soon dawned on her. “Ohhh....” She smiled, sultrily. “Well, Twilight and the girls aren’t supposed to be back for another hour or so….” Her horn lit up, and a small pink cloud began to form above her head. “Why don't we go and relieve some more of my... pent up frustrations...."

Episode 3 - A Flurry of Emotions

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“I can’t believe she bought it! An art show!” Shining shook his head in disbelief. “I swear, Twilight gets so worked up that she’d buy anything we said!”

Cadance playfully nudged her husband in the side as they continued walking through town, each with an added pep to their step. “Hey, don’t go talking about my favorite sister-in-law like that!” She huddled close to the stallion, pressing her flank against his as their tails lovingly intertwined. “Without her to foalsit Flurry, how’d we ever find the time to relax?”

Shining nuzzled his wife’s cheek and sighed. “Yeah, I suppose….” Another round of giggles bubbled up from his chest. “But I mean, really, Spearhead, an artist? I swear, that stallion’s idea of ‘art’ would be a bunch of muddy hoofprints on the floor!”

Cadance chuckled. “Yeah, he didn’t strike me as the artsy type the last time we met.” She leaned towards Shining and lowered her voice to a more sultry tone. “He certainly made up for it in other areas, though.”

Shining rolled his eyes, a smile on his lips. “Jeez, hon, excited much?”

The alicorn gave him another playful push. “As if you’re not just as eager to have a little fun without the constant threat of Flurry around!” She sighed and shook her head. “I love that foal to pieces, but sometimes I feel like she just wants to fly around and cause chaos....”

“Mmm-hmm.” Shining smirked as the two of them turned into yet another street, this one more familiar to him than the last. “You didn’t happen to have a one-night stand with Discord, did you?”

Cadance gasped in mock-offense. “Shining Armor!”

“What?” Shining grinned, devilishly. “It would certainly explain a few things….”

The alicorn lightheartedly slapped him in the side with a wing. “You’re terrible sometimes, you know that?”

“Mmm-hmm!” He stepped towards his princess and planted a quick kiss on her cheek. “But you love me just the same!”

Cadance rolled her eyes, playfully, and returned the kiss with one of her own. “Yeah yeah yeah….” A strange sense of deja-vu washed over her as she looked at the passing homes, memories from the last time she visited Spearhead coming to the forefront of her mind. “His house is just up ahead, right?”

“Yup.” Shining pointed towards a small, unassuming house just a few doors down. “His place is the gray one right over there.”

Cadance licked her lips, the promise of a fun-filled afternoon making her blood race. “You’re sure he’s up for this?”

Shining chuckled. “Oh yeah, knowing Spearhead, he’s up for this!” He hastened his steps, racing in front of his wife with his tail ‘accidentally’ raised to show off the low-hanging curves of his balls. “C’mon! Last one there is next on diaper du—”

With a loud pop the Alicorn of Love vanished in a burst of magic, only to reappear in front of Spearhead’s door with a smirk on her lips.

“—ty.” Shining sighed, his shoulders visibly deflating. “Damn, should have seen that coming.” His eyes narrowed in a mock-glare. “You’re terrible sometimes, you know that?

Cadance chuckled as the stallion caught up to her. “Mmm-hmm, but you love me just the same!” She nodded towards the wooden door and grinned. “Now, will you knock or shall I?”

Shining smiled and gave his wife a mock bow. “Please, Princess Cadenza, let this humble servant be the one to handle such an arduous task for you….”

Grabbing the handle with his magic, Shining knocked three times, each one building the anticipation that had been brewing inside his chest. He shook his head to keep his cool as he heard somepony approach from the other side, and as it swung open to reveal a large, orange stallion his face split in an ear to ear grin.

“Spearhead!”

“Shining Armor! Cadance! How are the new 'rents? Gimme some hoof.” The bulky stallion smiled as Shining gave him a hoofbump and grinned as Cadance did the same. “Oh, it is so—” with a grunt he pulled his guests in for a hug “—good—” he squeezed them tighter with yet another grunt, this one more strained than the last “—to see you dudes!” He released the two ponies and shot a smirk Shining’s way. “Hey, thanks for coming!”

“Of course!” Shining nudged his wife in the side, playfully. “We've been looking forward to this ‘art’ all day!”

“Art?” Spearhead looked at his former captain with a look of confusion, but soon he began to chuckle. “Hey man, art can be anything that speaks to you, right? So if ruttin’ your wife alongside your old pal Spearhead speaks to you, who's to say that it ain’t art?”

Cadance rolled her eyes with a smile. “As blunt as ever, Spearhead.” Head held high, the alicorn stepped into the room with her tail raised and shot a sultry look towards the stallions still in the doorway. “Now hurry up and close that door. We only have a few hours, and you boys have a princess to please!”

Shining and Spearhead glanced at each other with matching smirks, and with picture-perfect syncopation, they saluted the alicorn in the room. “Yes, ma’am!”

“Oh fuck! Oh sweet Celestia, fuck a new foal into me! Harder! Hard—mmph!”

“Ahhh….” Spearhead leaned back in his loveseat, hoof pressed against the back of Cadance’s head to keep her muzzle firmly between his legs. “Dude, have I ever told you how much I hate you for bagging such a hot mare?”

“Mmm!” Shining bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out, hips working on auto-pilot to drive his shaft back and forth inside his wife’s passage. “Y-yeah, many times!”

Cadance’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as the stallions attacked her in unison, their large, meaty cocks driving between both sets of her lips. While not as long as the familiar rod wedged inside her marehood, Spearhead’s cock was girthy enough to make her jaw ache each time he forced himself balls-deep inside her mouth. The pure bliss of tasting the guard-stallion’s masculine pre, however, more than made up for what little discomfort she felt, and as he let her pull up from the prison between his legs she wrapped her magic around his nuts to give them a teasing tug.

“Ah!” Spearhead leaned forward and pushed down on Cadance’s head, spearing her onto his cock once again. “Damn, she’s good!”

Shining buried himself into his wife’s passage, balls slamming into the base of her marehood with a wet smack. “Tell me about it....” He straightened up and looked down, watching as he pulled his now-glistening cock from the depths of her pussy. “They don’t call her the Princess of Love for nothing!”

Cadance let out a gargled croak as Spearhead grabbed the back of her mane and tugged, ripping his shaft from her throat. He didn’t pull back all the way, however, leaving the broad head of his flare to rest atop her tongue. She bathed it with a hungry series of licks, her magic moving to hold the rod in place as she tried to milk his seed-silos of their creamy brew. Dollop after dollop of pre leaked out over her tastebuds, filling her mouth with the stallion’s heady flavor as it mixed with her spit. Still she did not relent her assault on his cock, tongue dancing across every square inch of his flare even as it flexed against the roof of her mouth like a bucking bronco.

“Oh yeah, she’s close.” Shining glanced up at Spearhead and grinned. “Wanna swap? Trust me, there’s nothing else like it!”

“Really?” Spearhead grabbed the base of his shaft and pulled it from Cadance’s lips, leaving the alicorn panting against his nuts as her head dropped between his legs. “Hay yeah, man!”

The world around Cadance became a blur as Shining pulled his cock from her depths with a lewd schlurp, leaving her warm essence to trickle down her thighs as she stood on shaking legs. In what felt like both an eternity and a blink of an eye the stallions changed positions, her husband sitting down in the hot seat as Spearhead mounted her from behind. The guard’s club of a cock slapped against her teats with a loud smack, splattering her own spit between the two mounds as it sought the entrance to her pussy. She shivered as it slid between her legs, dragging across the wildly winking bulb of her clit before resting against the gates to her body. The stallion tapped it against her lips once, twice, three times as if testing their resistance, but with a fourth, final push he began sinking into her depths.

“Mmm! Oh, Spearhead, your spear is so—hrgh!”

“Ahhh….” Shining leaned back in the loveseat and sighed, the head of his cock safe and sound within the warm confines of his wife’s mouth. “You’ll thank me for ending that pun later, hon. Now, though—” He looked down at the alicorn’s glazed-over eyes and grinned. “—how about you clean up the mess you made?”

Cadance moaned around her husband’s rod, her own juices washing over her tastebuds even as she coated Spearhead’s spear-head with the same. Once again she felt the presence of a hoof on the back of her head, and with a light push Shining began pushing her towards the base of his cock. By the time she felt the heavy weight of a stallion’s balls smack against her clit her nose was pressed against her husband’s fur, filling her lungs with his musk as she moaned around his shaft.

“Dude, you weren’t kidding….” Spearhead grit his teeth as he started pulling out, the walls of Cadance’s pussy clenching around his cock like a velveteen vice. “She’s tight as Tartarus!”

A cock-muffled moan rang out as Spearhead suddenly slammed his hips forward, cramming the thick slab of his cock back inside the slick sauna of Cadance’s marehood. This time he did not pause to appreciate the tightness, yanking his hips back before stabbing forward to start the process again. Before long all Cadance could hear was the wet squelches of a girthy cock splitting her in two, each smack of a virile stallion’s balls slapping her on the ass sending her closer to the brink.

With a final push Shining sunk himself to the hilt between his wife’s lips, and he glanced up as he felt her groan around his shaft to find Spearhead bucking her brains out. Not to be outdone, he began rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of Cadance’s lips at an increasing pace. The sound of his balls crashing into her chin soon joined their symphony of lust, and as he felt his testicular twins pull towards his body he bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Spearhead, however, had no such qualms about voicing his pleasure. He grunted with each of his thrusts, each one louder than the last as he bored down on Cadance’s quivering form. He, too, was on the brink of climax, each clench of a willing mare’s pussy around his pride a primal call for him to release his seed. The alicorn's clit kissed the base of his nuts each time they swung against it, leaving her juices to roll down the smooth curve of his sac. As they began to pull towards his body, however, he began to shorten his thrusts, keeping himself as close to the pony as possible as he got ready to relinquish his load.

With a final, masculine grunt Spearhead bottomed out for the final time, flare expanding as it tapped the gates to Cadance's womb. With a guttural groan his cock began to flex, pumping his cum deep inside the alicorn's body to fill her with his seed. It only took a few blast for Cadance to join him, pussy clenching around his rod as warmth spilled against his slowly emptying nuts. Her moans, in turn, were enough to send Shining over the edge, and with both hooves on the back of his wife's head he slammed her down onto his cock to fill her body with seed.

"Mmm...." Spearhead hummed to himself as his climax came to an end, cock throbbing inside Cadance's passage as cum seeped around its edges. With a sharp tug of his hips he yanked himself from her marehood, leaving the battered lips slightly gaping as a gush of thick, white goo spilled onto the floor. He dismounted on shaking legs, chest heaving to ease the burning in his lungs, and as he watched Shining pull his rod from the alicorn's lips—the black length still flexing as it painted the princess's face white with cum—he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hey man, nice art!"

Episode 4 - Rock Solid Friendship (by Jade Ring)

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For what must have been the dozenth time, Starlight looked around the cave in wonder. “I still can’t believe this whole place has just been down here all this time. You’d think somepony would have stumbled across it by now.”

Maud, the cave’s discoverer and newest resident, settled onto a cushion and also took in the view. “Agreed. It does seem unlikely that nopony has ever found this place before.” She put a hoof to her chin. “Perhaps they found it but were unable to escape to tell anypony of their discovery.”

Starlight giggled. “Well, maybe we just need to look around for any strange bones.” When the grey mare simply stared at her, she smiled uneasily. “That was meant to be a joke.”

“I know. It was funny.”

“Oh.” Starlight sat on her own cushion and drew a small circle with her hoof. “Maud, you’re a pretty neat mare, you know that?”

“I like to keep a tidy household, yes.”

Starlight laughed. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. I don’t think anypony has been able to make me laugh like you have. Not even your sister.”

“Likewise.” Maud looked down. “I haven’t met many who appreciate my dry sense of humor. It’s nice to meet somepony besides Pinkie or Boulder who gets my jokes.” The grey pony shifted her body away from Starlight’s and stared at the wall. “You… you are a very nice pony, Starlight.”

“Thanks, but I’m still a work in progress. I used to be the opposite of a nice…”

“Somepony as nice as you must have a special somepony.”

The statement caught Starlight off guard. “Well… no. I don’t actually. I mean, I think Trixie might be holding something back, but…”

“So you like mares.”

“I guess? I never really thought about it too much.” Starlight laughed uneasily. “I was always too focused on Equestrian domination to think about romance and those sorts of things.”

“Again, likewise.” Maud’s head dipped slightly. “Working on my rocktorate has consumed so much of my time these past few years, I haven’t been able to pursue romantic ventures as much as I’d like.”

“Well, I’m sure that now you’re so close to Ponyville, you’ll be able to find a stallion in no ti…”

“I like mares.”

“Oh.” Starlight’s mind began putting together the pieces of the conversation. Maud’s sudden interest in her orientation. Her desire to learn about her romantic availability. “Oh.”

“Yes.” Maud turned and looked into Starlight’s eyes. “Oh.”

Starlight laughed lightly and looked away. “Wow, Maud. I mean, not that I’m not flattered, but…”

“I believe you feel something for me as well.”

Maud looked at her sharply. “How could you possibly know something like that? I mean, I’ve been friendly, but no more so than I would anypony else.”

“I’ve spent my entire adult life studying rocks, Starlight. Rocks are fascinating, but they don’t do much. They barely move.”

“Barely move?”

Maud pressed on. “Observing and studying them requires patience and keen visual skills. Ponies, on the other hoof, are vibrant and incredibly mobile creatures. We are almost constantly in motion. Even our blood continues to circulate and move our organs while we sleep. Compared to rocks, ponies are almost as easy to read as books.”

Starlight raised an eyebrow. “Prove it.”

“When we were flying kites earlier, your heart-rate elevated to three times the normal speed. You also broke out into a light perspiration that mysteriously faded away after I showed no judgment in your hobby of choice. Your sweat faded, but your heart continued to beat faster than normal. You were nervous, but that nervousness faded and became something more.”

“Go on.”

Maud moved a bit closer. “During our escape from the cave, your eyes were clearly drawn to the muscles in my posterior region. You bit your lower lip while watching my jumping from the hole.”

“There’s no way you saw that!” Starlight blurted out.

“No, but I did see the indentures of teeth on your lower lip the next time I saw your face. Just as I saw the lowering of your eyelids when you removed Pinkie’s bells and led me away.”

Starlight was blushing furiously. Unconsciously, she also moved forward. “Okay, so I think you’re hot. Your ass is amazing.”

“Toned flanks are a common trend among rock farmers due to our line of work.” Maud moved another inch. "Yours is also very nice."

“Thanks for noticing. Anything else you might have noticed?”

“When I asked you to come help me decorate, it was a question with a hidden meaning. You detected it immediately and still said yes, thus confirming my suspicions that you were open to the idea of a physical act of intimacy.”

Starlight licked her lips when she noticed how close the other mare was. “Have you noticed anything since we got here, I mean?”

“Your heart-rate has again spiked. Your pores are emitting pheromones. Your breath is becoming quicker and yet more shallow. You are showing all the signs of a mare who is sexually aroused.”

Starlight nodded, staring deep into Maud’s eyes. “Any other signs?”

Maud’s mouth turned upward ever-so-slightly. “You’re soaking that cushion.”

“Okay. You got me.” Starlight closed the distance and closed her eyes.

Maud responded, not with frantic eagerness, but with careful slowness. Her lips traveled along Starlight’s at a snail’s pace, memorizing their texture and feel. Her next kiss was more forceful, urging Starlight’s mouth to open. When it did, the two mares moaned lowly when their tongues touched for the first time. Taking the initiative, Maud pushed Starlight back onto the cushion and settled on top of her.

Starlight’s hooves roamed across Maud’s back, toying with her mane as she allowed her mouth to be inspected and studied as carefully as a piece of igneous quartz. Kissing Maud was so unlike the few other ponies she’d ever kissed. It was so slow, so patient…

So incredibly hot.

Starlight broke free and looked once again into Maud’s eyes. The gray mare was still as stiff as stone, but even Starlight could see the slight hitch in her breath and how her eyes were slightly more hooded than usual. She brushed the hem of Maud’s single piece of clothing. “We need to get this off.”

Maud nodded and pulled the coat over her head and tossed it away in a single fluid movement. The two mares resumed their make-out, hooves exploring and caressing every inch they could find. Before too long, Maud left Starlight’s lips and began to kiss and lick her way down the pink mare’s body. Starlight could only writhe and moan as Maud explored her body, moving downwards towards her ultimate goal. When she was fully nestled between Starlight’s legs, she paused and looked up. “Do you know what my final project was in my junior year?”

Starlight, chest heaving and mind clouded with arousal, looked down in confusion. “What?”

“My final project in junior year. Would you like to know what it was?”

Starlight’s eye twitched. “Does it have any bearing on what we’re doing right now?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then.” Starlight resisted lifting her hips in order to make her lower lips touch Maud’s upper ones. “What was it?”

“I reasoned that by tasting rocks, I could determine everything about them.”

“That’s very cool, Maud, but I don’t think…”

“I was just wondering if the same thing might be true for ponies… since I’m about to taste you.”

Starlight’s mouth dropped open. “That… that was smooth.”

“Thank you.” Maud licked her lips. “Shall I continue?”

"Please." Starlight nodded frantically and watched in breathless anticipation as Maud lowered her head. She twitched at the feel of the mare’s hot breath on her sex. She braced herself, waiting for that first blessed touch of flesh on flesh…

“I’m so excited that my sister’s staying in Ponyville!” Pinkie Pie bounced into the room as if from nowhere. “I mean, Ponyville-adjacent, but still…” The pink mare froze and stared at the scene in front of her. “Uh…”

Starlight stared at the party pony, torn between angry, aroused, and embarrassed.

Maud looked up from between Starlight’s legs and blinked at her sister. “Hi Pinkie.”

Pinkie blinked slowly. “Hi Maud.”

“You should know that I didn’t move to Ponyville just to make friends. I moved here to find a marefriend. I’m sorry I wasn’t up front with you.”

“It’s okay, Maud.” Pinkie chuckled nervously. “I’m sorry I barged in like this. You two, uh, keep at it.”

“We plan to.”

“Right, well… I’ll just be going then.” Pinkie began inching towards the exit. “I was never here.”

The two mares on the floor shared a look and a small smile. Maud again began to move her muzzle towards Starlight’s…

“Y’know,” Pinkie again bounced into the room. “I can recommend some really yummy toppings if you two wanted to…” Her sentence was cut off as she vanished in a flash of blue light.

Starlight’s magic faded as she looked to Maud in desperation. “I’m sorry, but I had to. She’s somewhere safe, I promise.” She wiggled her hips. “Now, do I need to beg you to eat me out?”

“As attractive as watching you beg would be, I’m afraid my patience has run out as well.” Maud dipped low and ran her tongue along Starlight’s lips from top to bottom.

Starlight nearly squealed in delight as Maud went to work on her. Maud’s oral technique was not that different from her kissing. It was slow and methodical. Starlight moaned and panted as the other mare’s tongue lapped at her juices and she almost screamed when Maud’s large tongue slid inside her. She began pumping her hips, lifting them, trying to urge Maud towards her winking clit. Maud got the hint and licked up until she reached it, focusing her attention on the area around the button of wet flesh.

Not so overcome that she didn’t want this to be as good for Maud as it was for her, Starlight pushed herself up so she could watch the mare working at her. Carefully, she lit her horn and cast a bit of magic towards Maud’s own sex. She felt Maud stiffen a little and she drew back. “Is… is this okay?”

Maud said nothing. She only nodded slightly and continued her work.

Approval gained, Starlight focused her magic as best she could and began to caress Maud’s flower. She bit her lip and did her best to make the magic vibrate around Maud’s pussy. “How… how does that feel?”

Maud swallowed another mouthful of Starlight’s juices. “Lower.”

Starlight moved her magic down towards the base of Maud’s pussy. “There?”

“Lower.”

“Oh.” Starlight grinned. “Is that how it is?” Starlight focused her magic around Maud’s anus and slipped a tendril inside. She began to pulse it back and forth and giggled when she saw the normally stoic mare’s hips moving in time with her spell. “Do you like that?”

Maud said nothing. She barely moaned as she closed her eyes and allowed Starlight’s magic to fuck her.

“You’re such a reserved mare, Maud. I’m not going to be satisfied until I hear you scream.” She made her magic vibrate with a thought. “You’re going to scream about how much you love my magic fucking that tight, hard ass of yours. You’re gonna scream so loud that ponies from all around are going to come running just to see you get rutted.”

Maud was panting now, her body meeting the magic halfway in perfect synchricity, like a machine.

An old, villainous grin slid across Starlight’s face. “I’m not going to stop until you scream my name.”

Maud suddenly looked up, her eyes focused and driven. “You first.”

And then she closed her lips around Starlight’s clit and sucked. Hard.

Starlight threw back her head and cried out as Maud ran her tongue over her love button again and again and again. She gritted her teeth and made her magic in Maud’s ass move faster and faster, intent on making the grey mare cum first. They moved together, unicorn and earth pony, as a single, sweaty and passionate vehicle.

Starlight arched her back and choked as she came. Maud deftly released her clit to catch the final rush of love fluids, drinking them down like sweet ambrosia. In her orgasmic passion, Starlight pushed the magic that much deeper into Maud and she gasped lowly as she came as well, Starlight’s still rushing juices coating her face.

They collapsed onto the cushion, panting and spent for the time being.

After a few minutes, Starlight raised her head again and grinned at her new friend. “Do you wanna go to dinner this Friday?”

Maud blinked slowly, her normal expression back on her face. “Sure.” She paused a moment, then smiled. “You should bring along that mare Trixie. I could stand to make some more friends around here.”

Starlight smiled back. “Maud, this looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

The two mares laughed together, their voices echoing in the cavern just as the sounds of their lovemaking had just a few minutes before. The reverberation lasted a while until it finally faded into comfortable silence.

“I would like to have sex with both of you.”

“Yes, Maud. I got the implication.”

“Just making sure.”

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Pinkie Pie smiled with embarrassment at the three ponies standing on the raised dais in front of her.

Shining Armor and Cadance were staring at the mare who had just suddenly flashed into existence before them, their jaws open and hanging.
Little Flurry Heart just giggled.

Pinkie Pie chuckled. “I know what you’re thinking. How did I get here? Well, it all started at my sister’s graduation…”

Episode 5 - Fluttershy Leans In

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“So, I get that this is Fluttershy’s area of expertise and all,” Rainbow said as she tried to keep her wings tucked by her sides, “but don’t you think this is a little… weird?”

Rarity turned towards the pegasus with a weak-looking grin. “Well, it’s certainly avant-garde, but if Fluttershy thinks this will help the animals relax then who am I to judge?”

The cerulean mare groaned in frustration as, with a hearty moan from her usually shy friend, her wings sprang out with an audible ‘poomf’. “Okay, but why does she need us to watch her do it?”

Applejack glanced at the center of the sanctuary and quickly looked away. “Well, you know Fluttershy….” Another moan, this one more muffled than the last, and the farm-pony had to tilt her hat to keep the glow of her cheeks from view. “She feels more comfortable when we’re around. More, uh… bold.”

The Mane Six sat at the edge of Sweet Feathers Sanctuary, watching from atop a hill as their friend went about “relaxing” her latest clients. Most of them had cheeks tinted pinker than usual—the only pony who seemed to be taking things in stride was the one with already pink fur, who was watching the proceedings with wide eyes and an even wider grin.

“Ooo, ooo!” Pinkie sat up and excitedly pointed towards the center of the sanctuary. “Look! They’re really going at it!” She pumped her hooves in the air like a cheerleader at a Wonderbolts show. “Gooo Fluttershy!”

There, resting on top of a large, smooth stone at the center of the sanctuary, was Fluttershy. You’d be forgiven if you didn’t notice the light-yellow pegasus at first, for hunched over her was the large, lumbering mass of a bear blocking most of her from view. You’d also be forgiven if you thought said bear was attacking said pegasus, the animal’s jerking movements clearly signaling a gory end for the pony-turned-meal. Perhaps even her heated moans or the creature’s guttural growls could be mistaken for something more nefarious, a chilling symphony of predator versus prey that played all too often in this cold, cruel world.

Of course, you’d feel rather silly once you realized that, instead of a ruthless killing machine getting its fix of pony-meat, what you were witnessing was a horny-as-Tartarus pegasus getting her fix of bear-meat.

Fluttershy moaned around the beast’s cock, the small spurts of pre that sprayed from its tip coating her tastebuds in salty-sweet bliss. The slick shaft slid between her lips at an ever-increasing pace, punching its way towards the back of her mouth to deposit its gooey honey straight into her stomach. She croaked and gargled as the bear slammed its hips against her face, the fact that her friends were watching sending her libido into overdrive.

Fluttershy’s eyes clenched shut as the beast’s pendulous sac slammed into her chin, giving her the rare opportunity to inhale a predator's primal musk as it drove itself deeper and deeper into her throat. The warm, fuzzy bag was a promise of things to come, its weight a physical representation of a need she hoped to cure. The rhythmic pats of it tapping against her chin was all she had to track the progress of time—for all she knew, the beast had been using her for days on end, the two of them locked in a carnal dance as old as time itself.

Fluttershy’s muzzle scrunched up on a particularly hard thrust, the bear's hips pressing against her head as it sunk balls-deep between her lips. The animal roared as it held itself there, calling out to the world that it had claimed the pegasus as its own, and Fluttershy couldn’t help but groan around its cock as she pictured herself being helplessly bred by the powerful beast.

And the fact that her friends were watching made her want nothing more.

Her marehood clenched as the fire between her legs bloomed into an insufferable heat, her hunger for the animal’s seed growing with each second he sat sheathed inside her muzzle. A quick flick of her tongue across the bear’s rigid tip shocked the beast into action, forcing it to resume its thrusts between her suckling lips. The bear’s movements became more frantic, more energetic as it neared its explosive climax, but just as its balls pulled towards its body it yanked its hips back a little too far.

Fluttershy gasped as the animal’s cock slipped from between her lips, the pulsing red length rubbing against her muzzle as the bear continued to wildly thrust its hips. She smiled and leaned forward, placing a big, wet kiss on the bear’s bare balls before taking them into her mouth. She groaned around the soft sac, vibrating the stones as they churned with the animal’s pent-up seed, and she couldn’t help but think that this was what she was meant to do.

With a wet pop Fluttershy let the bear-nuts fall from her mouth, instead focusing her attention on lavishing the underside of its shaft with quick, teasing licks. “Oh, you poor thing!” She moved up, lips brushing against the hot slab of meat as she mouthed on its tip. “Don’t worry, Fluttershy’s here to help….”

With that she wrapped her lips around the bear’s rod and began suckling it like a teat, nursing on the beast’s rigid breeding-stick in the hopes of draining its balls of cum. She shakingly extended a wing between her hind-legs as the animal grunted and growled above her, gasping as her feathers graced the dripping-wet folds of her marehood. Every muscle in her body clenched as she teasingly flicked her clit, the walls of her passage spasming in need. Grinding her appendage against her lips, she began to bob her head back and forth in sync with the bear’s needful thrusts, taking him to the hilt each time they met in the middle with a resounding smack.

“Yeah, you get ‘em, Fluttershy!” Pinkie yelled as she jumped up and down in excitement. “Make that bear cummy-yummy all over your tummy-wummy!”

“Really, darling? Could you have come up with something more immature than...cummy-yummy?” Rarity’s muzzle wrinkled in disgust. “Not to mention the thought that Fluttershy would ever let somepony—or somebear, I suppose—do something so uncouth to her! Besides, who knows how hard it is to get… that out of your fur!”

Twilight, who had been too stunned to speak as she watched her friend fellate a Celestia-forsaken bear, felt her tail start to rise as the animal’s back began to arch. “J-judging by the retraction of the bear’s t-testicles and the increased p-pace of his thrusts, it won’t be long before we find out!”

Fluttershy’s eyes began to water as the animal on top of her used her mouth as a cock-sleeve, cramming its dick so hard and so fast into her throat that she was sure it would be sore by the time they were done. Still she did not relent, tongue dancing across its throbbing length as her wing dug deeper between her legs. The heaving of the bear’s chest was matched only by her own, each drag of musk-tinged air sending her closer and closer to the brink.

The beast seemed close as well, eyes hazed-over and mouth agape as it continued fucking her like a true beast. The balls that had once battered her chin were now held tight against the bear’s body, each meaty orb ready to relinquish its creamy load. For what felt like hours she waited for that moment to come, waited for the shaft between her lips to spasm as it filled her mouth with honey—

And, as the bear arched his head back and roared towards the sky, that time finally came.

Fluttershy let out a cock-muffled gasp as a thick burst of bear-cum blasted down her throat, filling her stomach with enough cub-cream to bulge out her belly. She pulled back before the second seed-salvo could launch, placing the tip of the beast’s cock against her tongue. She moaned as it had the expected effect, leaving her tastebuds to cope with the overwhelming flavor of an animal’s primal load. Hungrily she gulped the salty-sweet concoction down, only for her cheeks to bloat out as another, just as voluminous shot filled her muzzle to the brim.

Back and forth this battle went, and while Fluttershy did her best she found herself outmatched. With a gasp she pulled away to ease the burning in her lungs, letting the animal’s cock-cannon loose into the air. The pulsing-red length continued firing on all cylinders, launching great arcs of cum through that air that splattered across her face and chest.

The feeling of the warm, white goo coating her fur—and the fact that her friends could see everything, too—was enough to send the pegasus over the edge, leaving her a squealing mess as she pressed her wing harder between her legs. Slick gushes of mare-cum coated her feathers in a matter of moments, messing her fur and the stone below in a blink of an eye. Her wing never relented its assault, flicking against her clit to keep her climax running for as long as it could go.

With a satisfied growl the bear’s orgasm came to an end, and with a dopey-looking grin it backed away from the cum-covered pegasus before it. Fluttershy moaned as she watched the beasts half-flaccid erection bobble between its legs, the euphoric rush of a job well done greeting her as she returned from cloud-nine. Her eyes bobbed back and forth to keep the bear’s balls in sight as the animal turned around and walked away, only leaving the big, brown sac once it had returned to its favorite hammock. She smiled as the beast closed its eyes and immediately fell asleep, the sight of its spent-shaft resting between its legs the last thing she joined it in the realm of dreams—

“Oh!”Fluttershy shot up as something warm, wet, and impossibly long passed over her face, scooping up the cum that tarnished her canary-yellow fur. Her eyes opened to reveal the tall, lanky form of a giraffe dutifully cleaning her face of seed, She chuckled as it moved to her chest, she gasped as it moved towards her waist, and she moaned as it dove between her legs, piercing past her labia to search for more of her juices.

And the fact that her friends were watching made her ready for more.

Episode 6 - Forever Filly (by 621Chopsuey)

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Rarity certainly had a rather interesting day. Not to say a day when the Elements of Harmony face an ancient or relatively infant evil wasn't interesting to begin with -- those never failed to bring about adventure and excitement. No, what was interesting was today, an ordinary day in the life of Rarity, turned extraordinary.

Today was the day she realized her younger sister was growing up. Sad as it was to arrive at that understanding, Rarity had to accept the fact. No longer was Sweetie Belle into adorable dress-up photo ops, puppet shows or miniature ice cream sundaes.

However accepting her sister’s current taste in pastimes turned out to be a difficult matter, even as Rarity laid herself out on her bed and swung aside her tail to expose the feminine features beneath for said sibling.

“Sweetie Belle, darling… are you sure you want to do this?”

Behind her Sweetie Belle licked her lips in anticipation, an inquisitive gleam in her eyes. “Positive.”

“I feel I should remind you this sort of thing could be considered… well, unusual.”

“Just relax, Rarity! It’ll be fun!”

“If you say so, darling.” With that, Rarity hiked up her hindquarters with anxious anticipation. Sure, she had her fair share of sexual partners over the years and was well acquainted with presenting herself in such a manner, however never in her wildest dreams did Rarity foresee herself in this position before her younger sister. Well, not necessarily young anymore, but all the same meaning.

Relax, Rarity echoed her sister’s words as she felt small hooves tenderly roam over her rear. This could turn out to be rather enjoyable. Gradually it became so as Sweetie Belle’s ministrations on her marshmallow plot grew from gentle rubbing to thorough kneading. At one point one of Sweetie Belle’s hooves went from digging into that voluptuous marshmallow plot to slithering down and massaging the nethers next door, a transition in contact Rarity couldn't help but blissfully hiss as it stirred a rising heat in her core.

Sweetie Belle took that as a positive sign and rubbed a little more vigorously, eliciting further, stronger hisses, before halting her sensual ministrations altogether.

Rarity looked back, her gaze pleading. “Please… don't stop…” she whimpered.

Much as she wanted to get devious and make her sister beg, Sweetie Belle chose not to, perishing the thought and instead opting to pry open Rarity’s lower lips and reveal the damp depths inside. A couple of strings of arousal crisscrossed the tunnel like a spider’s web, hanging over the pleasure button winking with vigor below. Her aroma was… the best word Sweetie Belle’s dictionary of a brain could come up with was ‘intoxicating’. Alluring, too. She took a singular slow lick up from her clitoris all the way to her anus, ensuring every detail of her sister’s marehood was burned into her memory, all the while ensuring the agonizingly slow pace drove Rarity mad with desire.

By now Rarity had enough of waiting. “Sweetie Belle, if you don't fuck me this instant I will take matters into my own hooves!”

Her not-so-younger sister obliged.

Rarity bit her lip and squealed as a tongue swirled around not her vagina, rather her puckering ponut with persistence. It was an odd sensation that, much as she hated to admit to even herself, pleasured her in ways rivaling that of a tongue to the marehood. The fact further established itself when Rarity felt Sweetie Belle drive her tongue beyond the pucker into the outermost depths of her anus, bringing about the first of many rivulets of mare juices to drip to the floor.

The pink on Rarity’s face deepened. So unladylike, she thought. She was then caught off guard at the pressing of a phallic force against her rear. “Sweetie Belle, what are --” Any further words died in her throat when the foreign intruder sank inside, the muscles of which by now clenched repeatedly with vigor in a desperate grab for the not-necessarily-unwelcome visitor.

Smirking in delight, Sweetie Belle pulled the phallus back until the very tip remained inside before slamming back home, rewarding her with a very guttural groan. She kept up the pace, pumping the phallus in and out of her sister’s rear while vehemently rubbing her soaking slit.

Rarity made sure her enjoyment was well vocalized.

“Oh yes! Fuck yes! Don’t you stop, Sweetie Belle!” Her climax was nigh, like a train approaching the peak of a steep incline. All she needed was a final push to send her over the edge. “Oh goodness… I’m going to… I’m gonna…”

Almost there.

“I’m going to cum!”

At last that final push came in the form of Sweetie Belle slamming the didlo home almost all the way inside, sending Rarity gloriously into fit of pleasured spasms, squeals and the singular shout of her sister’s name upon her arrival into a realm of warm, encompassing euphoria. Seconds passed, perhaps minutes. It was impossible to tell as the passage of time remained irrelevant in this wonderful plane of pleasure. However long, Rarity soon descended from said plane of pleasure to be greeted by the softness of her bed.

From there silence fell over the room save for the gentle pants leaving Rarity as she basked in the afterglow.

With a pleasured hum she sat rolled over and herself up. She could only imagine the disheveled condition of her mane at the present moment, but that was a concern quickly cast to the back of her mind. Rather, she gazed lovingly at Sweetie Belle, smiling at the evidence of her younger sister’s well-worth efforts splattered all over her face.

“That was… marvelous,” she breathed. “I suppose I stand corrected. However there is one matter that perplexes me: where did you get the…” She hesitated, not entirely comfortable with using certain words around her sister. “Um… the dildo?”

“I asked a favor from a recent client.” She levitated the dildo out of Rarity’s ass, much to the latter’s disappointment, and showed it to her elder sibling. “What do you think? I had Chip sculpt it just for you, ridges and all. Not bad for a colt, huh?”

“You certainly have a veritable network of connections.”

Sweetie Belle smiled knowingly. “You still have a lot to learn about me.”

“I think you've demonstrated that point quite clearly.” Rarity’s nethers instinctively clenched. “What do you propose we do next?”

Sweetie Belle rolled onto her back. With a very sultry smile she spread her legs to reveal her own moist treasure ready for plundering. “Let’s start with with erogenous zones.”

Rarity licked her lips. This was going to be a fun evening indeed.

Canterlot Carousel

Sassy Saddles fell back onto the couch with a sigh. From her resting position in the office, she took in the pristine cleanliness of the now appropriately spring-themed Canterlot Carousel. If a customer were to have walked in at that moment and seen the place as well as her, they would have believed Sassy was solely responsible for the transition -- springsition, as Rarity dubbed it.

Of course this was not the case, and Sassy was relieved her employer had taken care of much of the work prior to her engagement in Ponyville. Now, after a long and exhausting day of cleaning, organizing, and sprucing up Canterlot Carouse, Sassy could officially say her responsibilities were accomplished. Now she could rest and relax. She certainly deserved it, having done so much in such a limited timeframe.

With her magic, the blue unicorn discarded her outfit, folding it neatly and setting it aside. Much as she adored it, Sassy preferred to spend the rest of her evening free from the confines of her clothing. And Celestia forbid Sassy ruined such a fetching outfit through her imminent activities.

Following her disrobing she procured a bottle from its hiding place in the office, and with it a dildo that appeared akin to that of an oversized horsecock. Sassy’s nethers immediately began to moisten as her lustful gaze settled on the pleasurable company soon to join them. In no time the rubbery shaft was coated in a generous layer of lube and repeatedly spearing its way into Sassy’s ass thanks to her magic.

Her marehood did not remain neglected in the interim, her hoof a blur as she rubbed her now-soaked entrance, occasionally diddling at her clitoris whenever the pink nub peeked out from its fleshy residence to give the world a friendly wink. Every instance Sassy made contact with her love button a fresh wave of moisture would glaze her hoof and lower lips, further stimulating her and pushing her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

Oh, how she needed this after such a long day! Sassy’s moans, pleasured moans graced with that lovely Trottish accent that erected attention in many senses of the word, were a testament of that claim. Admittedly her experience would’ve been better were it a live stallion plowing her ass and not a lubed-up rubber horsecock -- someone like that gentlecolt Fancy Pants, or that dashing bodyguard of Princess Cadenza’s.

Perhaps another time, she thought amidst her pleasure-saturated mind. For now Sassy made do with the resources at hoof.

When Sassy came, it was a quiet occurrence. She bit her lip as she arched her back, her body and its spasming around the rubber horsecock. No yips, no squeals, no outrageous screams of coming or pleasure. Just silent ecstasy.

The high soon wore off and Sassy fell limp on the couch. The next few moments remained equally silent as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm.

“Oh, how I needed that.”

Episode 6 - Forever Filly (by dooby22)

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“Sweetie Belle, I’m so proud of the pony you’ve grown into,” Rarity said.

“And I’m proud no matter what I’ll always be your little sister,” Sweetie replied.

“I uh, have a little time before I have to head back to Canterlot. Could we spend it together? What would a grown pony like you want to do?”

“Well, I do have one idea . . .”

Rarity bit back a moan, letting out only a soft gasp, feeling Sweetie’s tongue enter further into her pussy. With a shaky hoof, she reached down, using it to comb through Sweetie’s mane. She threw back her head against the pillow, Sweetie’s tongue having hit at a particularly sweet spot. She cried out, “Oh, sweet Celestia, YES!” Panting heavily, she opened her eyes and looked down, a small smile coming to her mouth, seeing Sweetie’s face scrunched up in concentration, her eyes tightly closed. She continued petting Sweetie’s mane while Sweetie continued to lick at her wet pussy. “How does my pussy taste, Sweetie Belle?”

Sweetie lifted up her head, her eyes half-lidded, Rarity’s juices dripping from her lips and chin. She grinned. “It tastes so good, Rarity!” She licked her chops. Though her eyes were barely open, Rarity could still see that there was lust in them.

“I think I have an idea that you’ll like even better,” Rarity said, grinning widely. Without another word, she used her magic to turn Sweetie around. Her little sister seemed to get the idea because the next thing Rarity knew, her face was buried underneath Sweetie’s ass. She heard an audible slap, followed by Sweetie’s voice: “Eat it!” Gripping Sweetie’s plump hips, she extended her tongue and began running her tongue up and down the length of Sweetie’s rear, starting at her clit, running up the crack of her ass, and stopping at her asshole, before going back down.

Sweetie wriggled her rump against Rarity’s face. “Mmm, yeah, that’s it.” Her head was forced down by way of Rarity’s hoof and she immediately got to work on licking at her sister’s wet pussy yet again. Beneath her, she heard Rarity give a loud groan. The groan sent pleasurable vibrations through Sweetie’s rear, causing a shiver to go up her spine and, in turn, making her all the wetter, which just made her hornier. “Yes, Rarity! Yes, right there! That’s the spot! Keep licking me there!” She yelped, feeling Rarity give a particularly hard slap against her rump.

“Get back to licking me and don’t stop unti you’ve made me cum,” Rarity ordered.

Sweetie nodded her head and buried her muzzle back in her snatch, her tongue working extra hard to fulfill her sister’s request. She shook her butt, her two-toned tail swatting at the air. She lifted her head, looking over her shoulder and reaching back to spread her ass-cheeks apart. “Spank me again, Rarity.” She gasped, her request being met by a smack against her hindquarters that was harder than the last. “Mm! Harder! Make sure you get your tongue nice and deep in there, too!” She forced her ass down harder against Rarity’s face, making her older sister groan with lust. Sweetie smirked. “Ooh, you like that, do you? You want me to crush you?”

Rarity took her lips off Sweetie’s ass long enough to say, “Yes.”

Sweetie smiled and proceeded to bounce up and down, mashing her ass against Rarity’s face, stopping ever now and then to press as hard against her target as she could, wriggling her rear end in the process. She barked with glee, feeling Rarity slap her ass again. “Rarity . . . oh, Celestia, keep doing that!”

Rarity chuckled. “You like the rough stuff, eh, Sweetie Belle?”

Sweetie laughed. “Uh-huh.”

“If you like my tongue in your ass, then you’re going to enjoy this.”

“What are you – Aaaaahh!” Sweetie slumped forward, shuddering, her eyes closing, feeling something thick and wet entering her rear. There was a noticeable amount of pain, sure, but the pleasure that sent her reeling more than made up for it. “Ooh, that feels good!”

“Does it hurt?” Rarity asked, using her magic to insert a second dildo into her own ass, biting down on her lip as the pain registered.

Sweetie nodded. “Uh-huh . . . but, it’s a good hurt. Feels good.”

“That’s nice, dear.” She roughly grabbed Sweetie back her mane and pushed her head down, shoving her face back down into her pussy, which now had juices pouring out of it. She let out a sigh of content, feeling Sweetie happily lick up her juices while she went back to licking at Sweetie’s own snatch, multitasking by way of using her magic to insert the dildos in and out of their assholes while also pleasuring Sweetie at the same time. As the taste of Sweetie’s vagina registered on her tongue, she tossed the flavor around in her mouth, trying to decide whether or not she liked the taste. She licked her chops, hungry for more, eager to get what had accumulated around them into her mouth. She giggled. “I didn’t realize your idea would be such a delicious one! I don’t know how I’m going to keep this up!”

“Oh! I’ll help you!” Sweetie suddenly rolled over onto her back, lifting her legs into the air and instantly began furiously rubbing at her clit while Rarity continued eating her out. She turned her upper body so that she could continue to do the same. With her free hoof, she rubbed at Rarity’s clit, shoving her tongue as deep into Rarity’s pussy as she could, groaning with want, with need, with lust, trying to get as much of Rarity’s juices onto her tongue as she could. Meanwhile, she reached her free hoof back, once again spreading her cheeks apart and pushing back with her lips, letting out a low moan, feeling the dildo sink further and further into her ass until she felt the base met the tight ring of her anus. She sighed, both of her holes feeling as if they were filled to the brim with tongue and cock. Deciding to experiment a little, she took her tongue out of her sister’s vagina and shoved her hoof inside, causing Rarity’s legs to give an involuntary kick and twitch. She sawed her hoof in and out. She heard Rarity groan in disappointment as she ripped her hoof out, only to shove it in her hoof to lick off Rarity’s juices, closing her eyes, allowing her sense of taste to get her over. She moaned. She looked over her shoulder at Rarity. “Mm, your pussy tastes so good, Rarity. Here, have a taste.” Without giving her sister a chance to respond, she popped her hoof into Rarity’s moaning mouth, grinning in glee upon seeing a small smile come across Rarity’s lips as she tasted her own juices. Pulling her hoof away, she asked, “Do you want more?”

At Rarity’s nod, Sweetie went back to shoving her tongue in and out of her sister’s cunt, collecting a decent amount of her sister’s juices on her tongue before turning to her sister once again. “Here you go, open wide!” She leaned down and gave her sister a deep kiss, the tip of her tongue bumping against Rarity’s lips until Rarity gave her permission to enter, and she took the plunge without a moment’s hesitation, her tongue darting into Rarity’s mouth. She squealed and inhaled sharply through her nose, feeling Rarity’s tongue meeting hers, and soon the two of them were engaged in an epic war between tongues, both wanting to dominate the other. Alas, it was a losing battle, as both sisters found that they were an equal match with each other. Even so, they continued to swap tongue. Rarity arched her back, feeling her juices fill her mouth. She swallowed without a second thought. Her hooves ran down the length of Sweetie’s back before coming to a stop at the base of her tail, where she groped and squeezed Sweetie’s ass for all she was worth, forcing Sweetie’s pussy and clit to collide with hers.

Once again, Rarity threw back her head against her pillow and moaned. “Oh, Sweetie, darling! Yes! Right there!” Soon, both sisters were humping at each other relentlessly, their tongues attacking the other with fervent passion, their moans, groans, squeals, squeaks, and screams mixing well with the creaking of the bed and the delicious-sounding slapping as their pussies collided with each other, their wetness running down the length of Rarity’s cunny, pooling around her ass, and collecting in a puddle on the sheets of the bed. Neither one of them seemed to notice or care, as they were too lost in their lovemaking to be bothered with the mess that they were making at the moment. All that mattered right now was each other and showing the other how much they loved each other.

“Oh, that feels good,” Sweetie cried in between pants. The dildo in her ass began slamming into her at a faster pace. “Yes, Rarity! Yes! Fuck me!”

“Come here!” Rarity grabbed Sweetie by the back of the head, pulling her down for another deep kiss, her hooves continuing to squeeze and caress her little sister’s behind, stopping occasionally to push the dildo in a bit deeper until Sweetie’s ass had swallowed it entirely. She felt Sweetie squeeze at her tightly. At first, she thought that it was maybe because of the dildo being shoved into her rump as far as it would go, but a deep, lust-filled groan from Sweetie proved that theory to be untrue, a fact proven upon feeling her sister cumming all over her thighs and pussy. This was more than enough for Rarity to reach her peak as well, as, with a scream into Sweetie’s mouth, she started to cum as well, getting her feminine juices all over Sweetie’s thighs. Surprisingly, this caused Sweetie’s climax to keep going. Every time one of them would cum, it would inevitably cause the other to cum as well, until the bed sheets beneath them were completely covered in their cum. Throughout this whole process, the two of them continue to make out and grope at each other, panting, breathing heavily, staring lovingly into each other’s eyes while their tongues continued to wage war with each other, silencing each other’s moans and screams with their lips, their tongues.

After what felt like an eternity, their orgasms died down, and Sweetie rolled off of Rarity onto her back to lie beside her, both staring up at the ceiling, trying but failing to catch their breath. Silence slowly but surely descended upon them. Slowly, they turned to look at each other before bursting into fits of laughter, hugging each other and guffawing for the next several minutes until it finally died down.

Sweetie lifted her head and gave Rarity a loving, passionate kiss on the lips. She snuggled against Rarity’s chest as she mumbled, “Thank you, Rarity.”

Rarity ran her hooves through Sweetie’s mane, staring down lovingly at her little sister. “You are most welcome, Sweetie Belle. You know, I was just about your age when I had your first heat.” She leaned down, pecking Sweetie on the forehead. “And anytime you need any more assistance with your sexual frustrations, you just come to me, okay?”

Sweetie chuckled. “Deal.” She sighed. “Mm, that dildo sure does feel good, being so deep in my ass and all.”

“Mm-hmm,” Rarity silently agreed. In truth, she had completely forgotten that they were still using them, but it felt so good at the moment that she hardly cared. “If you’re ever alone and need some relief, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt for you to have a means of relieving yourself. You can have that dildo if you like. I can always buy another one.”

“Thanks.” She giggled. “Mama and Daddy are going to freak out when they hear about this.”

“Which is why we’re not going to tell them. For now, let’s just keep this as our little secret, shall we?”

“Fine by me.”

“And look at this way: at least you’ll have something to look forward to whenever Mother and Father go on their vacations.”

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true.”

“But, for the time being, dear, why don’t we get a little shut-eye? I need to be well-rested before I head back to Canterlot, after all.”

“Sure thing, Rarity.” She snuggled up against her sister, wrapping a foreleg around her barrel.

“Um, Sweetie Belle, darling, don’t you wont’ me to . . .” She gestured towards Sweetie’s behind.

Sweetie shook her head. “No way! Keep it in! It feels too good!”

“Well, alright.” With her magic, Rarity removed her own dildo from her rear, dumping it on the floor as if it was a piece of trash before wrapping her hooves around her little sister and resting her head on her pillow. “Sleep tight, Sweetie Belle. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Rarity. You’re the best sister a pony could ask for.”

Episode 7 - Parental Glideance (by dooby22)

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It was always an annoyance to Bow Hot Hoof whenever nature came calling in the middle of the night. He hated it. He hated the fact that it deprived him of sleep and he hated the fact that he had to maneuver his way around the house in the dark, flicking on various light switches along the way just to find his way to the bathroom.

He stopped in the hallway to peer into Rainbow Dash’s bedroom, where Scootaloo was supposed to be. Through the darkness, he could see a distinct lump underneath the covers of his daughter’s bed, and he paddled down the hallway, assuming that Scootaloo was asleep.

After finishing up with his business, he exited the bathroom and turned, preparing to walk down the hallway towards his bedroom, only to stop when an odor hit him. His nostrils flared at the pungent scent that was wafting through the air. It smelled musky and yet . . . somehow familiar. He wasn’t entirely sure where the smell was coming from, but, judging by how strong it was, he presumed that it was nearby. He took a strong sniff. This resulted in him having a coughing felt. He could practically feel the smell traveling through his mouth and down his throat. “Ugh . . .” he groaned. In doing so, however, he picked up another peculiarity about this smell: it was sweet. Sure, there was a muskiness to it, but there was also a hint of sweetness too.

His curiosity piqued, he closed his eyes and took another sniff of the air around him, letting his sense of smell lead the way. Turning, he noticed that the scent grew stronger still, and, after opening his eyes, he made his way down the hallway in the opposite direction which he’d been facing earlier, heading towards the kitchen. Entering the room, he recalled the many nights in which he’d catch Rainbow Dash raiding the fridge and cabinets in search of a midnight snack. He smiled to himself. The two of them had had many a conversation during those times, mostly about how school was going and how work was going. But there was no time to dwell on that now, the scent quickly reminding him of why he was up and about in the first place, and he quickly made his way to the door that led to the backyard. It was here that the scent was stronger than ever. He quickly unlocked the door and made his way outside.

He stopped upon stepping out on the front porch, his ears twitching, trying to pick up any distinct sounds. The scent was strongest here, hitting him full-force in the face, which meant that the source of said smell had to be somewhere around here. Unfortunately, it was too dark to really make out anything, but the moon provided just enough light for him to see properly, albeit just barely. His ears perked, hearing what sounded like a high-pitched moan. His head instantly turned to the left, only for his eyes to widen upon seeing the source of the noise. There, leaning against the side of the house on her back, was Scootaloo.

The filly currently had her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth clenched, as she furiously rubbed at her pussy. She gasped, feeling her juices squirt out of her. They rolled down her backside, down her tail, and finally onto the grass below. While this sight was more than enough to make Bow Hot Hoof take a step back in surprise, what came out of her mouth made his eyes widen. “Mmm . . . Rainbow Dash . . . deeper . . . ooh, yeah, that’s just how I like it . . . Mmm . . . your tongue feels so good in my pussy, Rainbow Dash . . .” She giggled a little. “Don’t forget to eat my ass, too . . .” She groaned and reared back her head, her fuchsia tail thumping wildly against the grass below. She bit her bottom lip, thrust her hips up into her hoof, her free hoof quickly reaching down to rub at her clit, and she gave a sharp gasp of pleasure. “Oh! Oh, Rainbow Dash! Right there! Right there! Get your tongue as deep in that ass as you can! Oh! Rainbow Dash! Oh!”

As if by some supernatural willpower, Bow Hot Hoof stepped down from the porch and approached the little filly, a sly smile coming across his lips. He cleared his throat and said, “A bit late to be up, don’t you think? Especially for a little filly like you.”

At this, Scootaloo’s hooves instantly ceased their action and her eyes shot open. They widened upon meet Bow’s gaze and her face turned as red as Apple Bloom’s mane. Her hooves stayed where they were. She opened her mouth to say something, but all of a sudden her mouth felt unnaturally dry. Both it and her throat felt as if they had been stuffed with cotton, making it hard to both breathe and speak. She closed her mouth. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, she was blushing so hard. She swallowed, shaking, awaiting her fate. She squeezed her eyes shut, expecting to be scolded. When she heard nothing, she opened one eye to see Bow simply standing there, looking at her. Once again, she swallowed, if only to some moisture back in her throat. She swirled her tongue around in her mouth to get the same effect for it.

At long last, she found her voice. “This isn’t what it looks like, honest. I mean, it’s not what you think. I wasn’t masturbating to thoughts about your daughter. Well, okay, I was, but it’s not like I want to buck her or anything, or want her to buck me. Well, I do, but – ugh!” She covered her face in her hooves. “I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

Bow Hot Hoof laughed. “Scootaloo, look at me.” She did. “I’m not angry.” He extended a wing and wrapped it around her, pulling her close to his side.

“You’re ––”

“Aw, Dad, it was just getting good.”

Scootaloo’s eyes widened, the owner of the voice registering in her mind. No sooner had this thought struck her was it that Rainbow Dash emerged from her hiding place, much to Scootaloo’s chagrin. Once more, her face turned red and she buried it in her hooves.

“Rainbow Dash?” Bow asked, raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing out here, kiddo?”

“I wanted to see what Scoots was up to,” Rainbow Dash replied, pointing a wing at the filly.

“Please, just kill me now,” Scootaloo moaned. Despite herself, she lowered her hooves to see the smiling face of Rainbow Dash. “So . . . you heard everything?”

Rainbow Dash nodded. “Uh-huh. And to tell you the truth, I’m kinda flattered.”

“You are?”

“Yep.”

Scootaloo looked down. “I’m sorry.”

“Scootaloo, you have nothing to apologize for,” Rainbow Dash said. “You weren’t doing anything wrong. It’s perfectly normal, especially at your age.”

“I couldn’t help myself,” Scootaloo went on. “I know I should be able to control myself better, but ever since I got my cutie mark I’ve been having these . . . ‘urges.’”

“You aren’t the only one,” Bow said.

“What do you mean?” Scootaloo asked, looking up at him.

“Should I show her?” Bow asked Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes. “You might as well.”

Bow and Rainbow Dash led Scootaloo back into the house. They walked into a room that Scootaloo supposed was reserved as the reading room. Bow removed a photo album from one of the bookcases, flipped through it, and pointed to a picture. “Look here, Scootaloo.” She did so, taken aback to see a picture of Rainbow Dash as a filly, lying on her back on her bed, her body completely exposed, her bed sheets having apparently been kicked aside, furiously rubbing at her pussy. She appeared to be in the middle of an orgasm when the photo had been taken, as there was cum all over Dash’s rump and tail. Her cunny and asshole were on full display, the sight of which made Scootaloo’s mouth water and her loins to grow wet with arousal once again. Beneath the picture was a label: DASHIE’S FIRST ORGASM. Scootaloo thought, What kind of parents would keep a picture like this? Even so, she was growing incredibly horny at the sight.

Rainbow Dash chuckled. “You like what you see, squirt?”

Scootaloo nodded dumbly. “Yes . . . I like very much . . .” She licked her lips. She shook her head and cleared her throat. “The thing is, usually my hooves do the job for me just fine, but recently I’ve had thoughts about being bucked. I don’t know what to do. My hooves just aren’t doing it for me anymore.”

“You sayin’ you want to be bucked?” Rainbow Dash asked.

Scootaloo nodded. “I need it.”

Rainbow Dash smirked. “I think we can help you with that.” She grinned at her father.

“Besides” – Bow crept as close to Scootaloo as physically possible and whispered in her ear – “we haven’t properly welcomed you into the family yet.” He got behind her, leaning forward until his body was aligned with hers, and nipped at her ear. Her breath hitched, a shudder went through her body.

Scootaloo shivered, closing her eyes, letting out some sighs, giggles, and moans as Bow licked and nipped at her ear, as well as her neck. She felt him straddle her from behind. “You know you want it,” he whispered in her ear. “I know you want it.” He slapped a hoof on her ass and gave it a squeeze, eliciting yet another moan from her. “Tell me you want it.”

Scootaloo was panting in anticipation so much that she could hardly speak. “I . . . I want it . . .” She lifted her butt up higher, feeling him rub his quickly-hardening shaft against her ass cheeks. She knew that this was merely a teaser for what was to come later, both figuratively and literally. She grinned at that. She lowered her upper body to the floor, raising her rear even higher into the air. “I want you, Bow – Ahhh!” She yelped, feeling him give a rough bite onto the scruff of her neck.

“Call me Daddy,” he said. “Mm, tell Daddy what you want him to do to you.”

Scootaloo wasn’t sure how much more of this teasing she could take. “I . . . I want you. I . . . want you to fuck me. Fuck me all night. Make me scream your name. Fuck me! Fuck me now! Fuck me right now! Oh, fuck me, please!”

Bow chuckled. “Please?” He gently probed her asshole with the tip of his cock, making her gasp.

“Please . . .” Scootaloo moaned. “I’m so horny! I can’t take this anymore! Fuck me now, Daddy!” She bit down on a hoof to contain her scream as Bow fulfilled her wish, taking the plunge by way of shoving his cock into her tight asshole without the slightest hesitation. It hurt like hell, but it also felt really good at the same time.

He started with gentle, testing thrusts, allowing her to get used to the feel of a cock deep in her ass. He gripped her plump hips to aid him in his thrusting. He pulled his cock out slowly, only to plunge it back in as deep as it would go a second later, groaning. Sweet Celestia, was she tight! He looked up to see Rainbow Dash sitting in one of the recliners, her legs spread wide, using a hoof to stroke herself while she watched her daddy fuck her biggest fan senseless, her wings spread out in full display, as far as they would go. She reared back her head, biting her lip to contain a moan. “Hey, Dashie!” he called. He motioned for her to come closer and she did. When she was within range, he pulled his cock free of Scootaloo’s ass, then spun the filly around so that her rear end was facing Rainbow Dash. “Why don’t you get her loosened up for meeeeeeeeeeee!” The last word came out in a squeal. Apparently Scootaloo had needed no instructions whatsoever. She immediately went to sucking his dick as if she’d been doing this her whole life. Sweet Celestia, where in Equestria had she learned her dick sucking skills from!?

Scootaloo, despite being preoccupied with Bow’s cock, flipped her tail up and over her back, giving Rainbow Dash a perfect view of her tight, puckered asshole. She slapped a hoof down on her rear and spread her cheeks wide, as if inviting Rainbow Dash to shove her tongue in her ass and eat like there was no tomorrow. Her legs trembled, making her feel like her legs were going to give way, when Rainbow Dash did just that. The pegasus hadn’t seemed to hesitate in the slightest; no sooner had she shook her butt at her idol was it that she felt Dash’s hot, wet tongue licking circles around her tight asshole. She groaned around Bow’s cock, sending pleasant vibrations through it. Though inaudible due to the dick in her mouth, she let out a pleased purr, feeling Bow comb his hooves through her mane. Suddenly, though, she felt him press his hooves against the back of her head, practically shoving her face into his pelvis to the point where he was practically ramming his cock down her throat. All this, combined with the tonguing that Rainbow Dash was currently giving her ass, made for an explosively, incredibly pleasurable experience. She became lost in it, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Rainbow Dash tightly gripped Scootaloo’s thighs, pressing her face against the filly’s rear end, Scootaloo’s ass cheeks pressing up against either side of her face, being completely obliterated by Scootaloo’s rump. She pulled her face away, a string of saliva connecting her tongue to Scootaloo’s asshole, and she gave a sharp, loud smack to the filly’s rear. She giggled, hearing Scootaloo moan, though just barely. “Oh, you like that, huh, squirt?” Scootaloo nodded. “You like it when I spank your naughty ass?” Once again, Scootaloo nodded, prompting Rainbow Dash to spank her biggest fan once more, harder this time. She quickly picked up on the fact that the harder she smacked Scootaloo’s butt, the louder the filly moaned. Wanting to see just how loud the filly could get, she started spanking her as hard as she could. “You’ve been such a bad, naughty filly, Scootaloo.” She slapped a hoof down on Scootaloo’s rump once more. “And bad, naughty fillies deserve to be punished.”

Scootaloo took her mouth off Bow’s cock long enough to moan, “Yes! Punish me, Rainbow Dash!” She instantly went back to sucking her daddy off with as much passion as she could muster.

Bow moaned, his hooves tightly gripped onto either side of Scootaloo’s head. “Don’t forget about my balls, Scoots.” Scootaloo began lathering said balls with her spit, using a free hoof to stroke his hard cock, using the other to stroke herself.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” Rainbow Dash snapped, smacking the filly’s hoof away. “We’ll tell you when you can get off.”

Scootaloo nodded. “Yes . . . yes, ma’am! Aaaaahhhhh! Oh, lick it, Rainbow Dash! Lick my tight asshole! Mmm! Oh! Yeah, that’s the spot! Keep licking me there!” Just as it was getting good, she felt Rainbow Dash withdraw her tongue. She let out a disappointed sigh.

“Okay, Pop, I think she’s all loosened up,” Rainbow Dash said.

“Aw,” Scootaloo whined. “Already?”

“Don’t worry, Scoots. You’ll love what comes next.” Without another word, Rainbow Dash spun Scootaloo around, much like her father had, so that her rear end was facing her dad’s dick. She suddenly flipped Scootaloo onto her back, grabbing her rear legs to hoist her butt up in the air. “Take it away, Dad!”

Grinning, Bow took his cock in his hoof, aiming it precisely at Scootaloo’s asshole, which was dripping wet, likely due to a good ass-eating from Rainbow Dash. He took his hoof off his cock and slapped both on either cheek of Scootaloo’s rear, caressing them, squeezing them, pushing them together then pulling them apart, getting his daughter’s spit in Scootaloo’s rump nice and deep. Just for good measure, he hawked and then spit, dangling a string of saliva from his mouth until it landed precisely right where he wanted it – right in the center of Scootaloo’s asshole. Once again, he caressed and squeezed her butt to make sure that his spit got inside her as deep as it would go. He once again took his cock in his hoof and aimed it where he wanted it to go, then pushed with his hips.

Scootaloo gasped, his chest heaving, her breath hitching in her throat, upon feeling the dick slide into her tight ass. It wasn’t as painful or tight as before, but there was still a noticeable amount of pain to be had. Thankfully, not enough to cause discomfort, but it was there.

“You’re too tense,” Bow said. “Relax. It’ll make it easier.” She took some slow, steady breaths and found that he was right. The instant the muscles in her butt relaxed, the easier his cock slid in. She moaned as he slid it out. His cock felt just as good coming out of her as it did going in.

“You like the way he fucks your ass?” Rainbow Dash whispered into her ear. Scootaloo nodded. “You like having his big, fat cock in your tight little ass?”

“I l-l-love it,” Scootaloo moaned.

“How does it feel?”

“It f-feels amazing.”

“Good. Time for you to return the favor.”

Before Scootaloo could ask what Rainbow Dash meant, she suddenly found the pegasus’ ass in her face. Rainbow slapped her rear, making it jiggle. “I ate out your butt, now it’s time for you to eat out mine.” She leaned forward until she was lying along the length of Scootaloo’s body. “And don’t worry. I’ll be making sure I’m not being selfish.” With her hooves, she spread Scootaloo’s pussy lips apart, licking her lips while her mouth watered, wondering what the filly’s juices would taste like. Deciding that she might as well find out, she plunged her tongue deep into the depths of Scootaloo’s pussy.

“Mm, Rainbow Dash . . .” Scootaloo moaned.

“What’s that?” Rainbow Dash smothered her ass in Scootaloo’s face. “I don’t feel you eating out my ass. You’re not supposed to be talking squirt. Now start chowin’ down!”

“S-sorry, Rainbow Dash.” Scootaloo spread Rainbow’s ass cheeks apart, then tilted her head forward, extending her tongue until she felt it graze just the surface of her idol’s rosebud. She smacked her lips, getting a sense of the taste for it. She licked her chops and eagerly went back to licking up as much of Dash’s ass as she could. Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash went back to eating out the filly’s pussy, making the filly squirm underneath her. Moaning, Scootaloo pulled her tongue out of Dash’s butt. “Rainbow Dash” – she tightly hugged her idol’s rear end – “I love your ass so much!”

“Good.” Rainbow Dash, if possible, pressed her butt down on Scootaloo’s face as she could do. “In that case, don’t stop eating it until you make me cum.”

“I never want to stop eating your ass, Rainbow Dash! I could eat it all fucking day! Mmm!” She dove her tongue back in, tightly gripping the pegasus’ hips.

Bow couldn’t help but groan to himself. The scene playing out before him was hot beyond words. Never had he dreamed in a million years that he woud be witnessing his daughter eating out a filly while he fucked that filly’s tight, spit-covered ass. He pulled his cock and angled it so that it was slapping Dash in the face. She moaned in response and he grinned. Reaching forward, he grabbed a hold of her mane and jerked her head up. She squealed. He pointed his cock at her mouth and asked, “You want some more ass to eat?” At her nod, he grabbed the back of her head and threw her head forward, shoving his cock deep into her mouth. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She could taste Scootaloo’s ass and her own spit, along with her father’s, on his dick. The taste was enthralling, so much so that she started bobbing her head up and down on instinct. She would go as far as her mouth would allow, until she was practically gagging on his cock, before pulling up, only to plunge back down again. The act of almost choking on her daddy’s cock was a major turn-on for her.

Scootaloo wished her vision wasn’t currently being obstructed by Dash’s humongous ass. She would have loved to see the scene taking place in front of her. All she could make out were the suckling noises Dash’s mouth made as she bobbed her head up and down her father’s long, hard cock. At least she had a mental image of what it looked like. She shivered. She felt Dash shake her butt in her face and she immediately got back to the task at hoof, shoving her tongue as deep into Dash’s rear end as it would go, occasionally pulling it out just to lick circles around the tight bud of flesh, then she would plunge it back in. Smiling to herself, she decided to do what Rainbow Dash was doing. She bobbed her head up and down, inserting her tongue in and out of the pegasus’ tight rump. Up above her, she heard Rainbow Dash, telling her that her actions were having the desired effect. She hugged Dash’s waist, smothering her face in her idol’s behind. She loved everything about that ass; the size, the roundness, the warmth it provided as it pressed up against her face, how tight her asshole was. She pulled her tongue out, smiling when she landed a hard smack against Dash’s rear, her smile broadening upon hearing Dash moan above her. She began multitasking, licking Dash’s ass, as well as spanking her at the same time. The result was Dash squealing like a pig in delight.

Soon thereafter, however, Scootaloo soon felt both of her holes being occupied once again – her pussy by Rainbow Dash’s tongue and her asshole by Bow’s hot cock.

“How does my ass taste, squirt?” Rainbow Dash asked, forcefully pressing said ass against Scootaloo’s face.

“It tastes so good,” Scootaloo moaned.

“Let me have a taste.” Before Scootaloo knew it, Dash had turned around and was kissing her! And not just kissing her, but tongue kissing her! Dash’s tongue eagerly pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth without hesitation, inviting her idol’s tongue into her mouth. Whether by instinct or reflex, her own tongue met Dash’s and the two were soon wrestling with each other’s tongues to see which one of them would be the champion. Scootaloo absolutely loved this! She loved being dominated. She loved letting Dash and her dad have their way with her. It was so hot! So pleasurable! She couldn’t get enough of it. She allowed her hooves to roam down Dash’s back, stopping at her rump, which she gave a tight squeeze and a slap, making Dash moan in her mouth. Soon, though, Dash was squealing in her mouth. Scootaloo suddenly noticed that the tight feeling in her ass had left her, and she looked past Rainbow Dash to see that apparently Bow had taken her spreading Dash’s ass cheeks to mean that she wanted him to fuck Dash in the ass. Not that Dash was complaining, mind you. She seemed to be rather enjoying it, from the way she thrashed around on top of Scootaloo, to the way she screamed, moaned, squealed, and groaned in her mouth. Scootaloo loved it.

Rainbow Dash pulled her mouth off of Scootaloo’s to let out a high-pitched moan, reaching back to smack her own ass. “Oh, fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck my tight asshole! Teach this naughty little bitch a lesson! Teach her to know her place! Ahhhh!” She screamed, her father having tightly grabbed her mane and pulled her head back. “Oh, Daddy! Pull harder! Ah, yes! That’s the way!” As her daddy’s pace picked up, she let out a squeal. “Oooh! Yes! Go faster, Daddy!” He did so, and his thrusts became so fast that they were almost like a blur. “Daddy! I love you so much!” She turned her head to give him a deep kiss, shakily reaching up a hoof to stroke his mane while he forced his tongue down her throat, and she returned the favor in kind.

Scootaloo, for her part, was in a state of complete and utter shock. Never had she seen Rainbow Dash act this way. She’d never seen her this wild before. But one thing she did know: it was hot as hell. She immediately went to rubbing herself.

“Ooh, Scootaloo,” Rainbow Dash said in between moans. “Keep – keep doing that!”

Scootaloo grabbed her by the head and pulled her down. “Shut up and kiss me!” Wrapping her hooves around Dash’s neck, she locked lips with Rainbow Dash, being the one to insert her mouth into Dash’s mouth this time. Her idol took it without question. Both moaned into each other’s mouths as they explored with their tongues. Needing something to satisfy the itch between her legs, Scootaloo raised her hips up, wrapped them around Dash’s waist, and pushed her hips up, grazing her pussy against Dash’s, making them both gasp.

Bow laughed, spanking Dash hard on the ass. “That’s a good girl, Scootaloo!” He laughed again, once more slapping Dash on her rump, making her butt jiggle. “Have you been eating one too many sweets again, Dashie? Seems to me you’re putting on a little weight.”

Dash ceased her make-out session with Scootaloo to reply, “Maybe. I can always . . . always work it off. Besides” – she shook her butt at him – “I like having a big, fat ass.” She moaned, feeling her father spank her for the third time.

“That’s my girl,” he said. He grabbed her hips and pushed himself into her rear until he was all the way in, making her rear back her head and shriek in delight. He pulled out, then pushed his cock back in, going all the way to the hilt this time, before pulling back out. He groaned. “I – I’m getting close. How about you girls?”

“Mm-hmm,” both Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash moaned, as they humped each other. They both gasped, feeling Bow wedge his dick in between their copulating pussies. Whereas humping each other had been nice, this increased the pleasure by tenfold. They went back to rubbing against each other, with Bow’s hot cock between them. All three were stimulating the other in some way, driving each other to new heights of pleasure, to the point where both Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo were wildly bucking against each other.

Rainbow Dash suddenly turned around and shoved her ass in Scootaloo’s face, the latter beginning to eat out her idol’s ass with new rigor, driving her tongue in and out at a bewildering pace. With her hoof, she rubbed at Dash’s clit while she alternated between her asshole and her pussy, though Dash seemed to prefer her eating out her ass than her pussy. With her other free hoof, she furiously rubbed at her own pussy, while Rainbow Dash nibbled on her clit, making her scream into her idol’s asshole. Repeatedly, Rainbow Dash slammed and smothered her butt in Scootaloo’s face, who seemed to encourage this behavior by spanking her repeatedly and begging her, “Crush me with your ass!”

For Bow Hot Hoof, it was simply too much to handle. Without warning, he came. Rainbow Dash seemed to have recognized the signs that he was close to cumming before she grabbed his penis and shoved it in her mouth, moaning and screaming in delight, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, as he shot four times into her mouth. Still, cumming, she turned around and pressed her butthole against his cock, shoving it in. She shivered, moaning into Scootaloo’s mouth as the two made out while he filled her ass up with his cum. Some of her father’s cum was still in her mouth, and she had decided to share it with Scootaloo by way of shoving her tongue into the filly’s mouth, filling it with a generous helping of her father’s sperm. Apparently Scootaloo must have been feeling left out because she lifted up her hips. He got the signal she was sending, and he jerked his cock free of his daughter’s ass to shove it into Scootaloo’s own rear end, making the filly scream his name as he too filled up her ass to its capacity with his cum.

This process repeated itself several times within the next few minutes. Dash would fill her mouth up with her father’s cum and she and Scoots would swap it between each other with their tongues while he filled their butts with as much cum as they could hold. After twenty-one straight shots, it finally tapered off. As soon as it had, Rainbow Dash once again turned around and slammed her butt against Scootaloo’s face. She grabbed the filly’s legs and pulled them up so that her ass was vertical with the ceiling and so that she herself was standing on her bent hooves, bringing her into a standing position. She licked her lips and shoved her tongue into Scootaloo’s ass. In the same instant, she felt Scootaloo do the same with her own butt. She knew that she was smothering Scootaloo with her rear, cutting off her oxygen, but Scootaloo apparently had no complaints. With a hoof, Dash reached down and began stroking herself. With her other hoof, she guided one of Scootaloo’s hooves down to her own cunny and helped her rub herself. Scootaloo continued to spank Dash’s butt with her other free hoof.

Soon, the two of them were moaning into each other’s asses. Their mutual rimjob didn’t last too long, however. Before they knew it, they were screaming into each other’s rumps, their hooves becoming covered in each other’s cum as they reached their climax. Rainbow Dash pulled her mouth out of Scootaloo’s butt to lick the cum off her hoof, stepping to the side, pulling her butt off Scootaloo’s face in the process. The instant she did, Scootaloo crammed her hoof in her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning as she licked her hoof clean. Before Dash could do anything, Scootaloo had lunged at her, spreading her legs open, and sucking the cum off her pussy. Figuring that there was nothing else to do, Dash pushed Scootaloo down onto the floor so that the filly was lying on her side. Lying on her side beside her, Dash proceeded to clean up the cum covering Scootaloo’s pussy as Scootaloo did the same for her.

Once it was all over, the three cuddled together on the floor in a sticky, messy pile, panting, breathing heavily, taking in the best orgasm any of them had ever had.

“Oh, jeez,” Rainbow Dash moaned. “That was awesome!”

“Incredible!” Scootaloo said, pumping a hoof into the air.

“You said it,” Bow Hot Hoof said, stroking Rainbow Dash’s mane. Scootaloo pulled herself up and gave him a sensual kiss.

“Thank you,” she whispered in his ear. Chuckling, he wrapped a hoof around her and pulled her close.

“You are most welcome, Scootaloo,” he told her.

“Do you think we could do this again?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” Rainbow Dash hastily agreed. “We gotta do this again, and sometime soon! How does next weekend look for you guys?”

“I’m free,” Scootaloo said.

“I’m not doing anything,” Bow Hot Hoof added.

Silence fell upon them, until . . .

“Hey, guys!” They all turned their heads. “Smile!” A bright flash went off, momentarily blinding the three ponies. They rubbed at their eyes until their vision cleared, although they were still seeing spots afterward. Once their vision had cleared, their eyes widened and their mouths dropped upon seeing Windy Whistles make her presence known by way of walking out from behind the recliner that Dash had been sitting in earlier.

“Mom!?” Rainbow Dash cried.

Windy Whistles waved and grinned. “Hi, honey!”

“You were here the whole time!?” Rainbow Dash asked.

Windy Whistles nodded. “Mm-hmm. I saw the whole thing, and I even took some pictures to commemorate the occasion.” She dumped a pile of pictures onto the floor from her saddlebags. “You three certainly put on one hell of a show. I don’t think I’ve ever cummed so much in my life.”

Rainbow Dash groaned. “Mom! Too much information!”

Windy pointed at a photo that showed Bow, Scootaloo, and Rainbow Dash in a pile, all three in the middle of moaning it seemed, as their eyes were squeezed shut and their mouths ajar. Bow had his cock shoved up Dash’s ass and, judging by the immense amount of cum, all three guessed that the photo had been taken just as he had cummed in Raimbow Dash’s ass. She beamed. “This one’s going in the photo album for sure! We’ll call it ‘Dashie’s First Threesome.’” She winked. “What do you think?”

“Sounds good to me,” Bow said, wrapping his hooves around Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash and pulling them in close for a hug.

“Can I join in next time?” Windy asked.

“I think that’s a definite possibility,” Bow said.

“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, nodding. “I’ve gotten to taste what Bow and Rainbow Dash taste like, now I wanna find out what you” – she pressed a hoof against Windy’s chest – “taste like.”

Windy chuckled and bent down to give Scootaloo a deep kiss. “Well, there’s always next time, Scootaloo. I certainly had fun watching, but it’s more fun when you’re participating.”

“True that,” Rainbow Dash agreed. She yawned and stretched. “For now, though, I want to get back to sleep.”

“Yeah,” Bow agreed. “Come on, you two.”

The four of them began the trek back to their respective bedrooms. As they did so, Windy grazed a hoof across Scootaloo’s butt and gave it a tight squeeze. The action made the filly yelp in surprise and blush. Once more, Windy bent down to give the filly a kiss. “Oh, and by the way, Scootaloo,” she said. “Welcome to the family.”

Episode 8 - Hard to Say Anything

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Feather Bangs had to admit, while the day hadn’t started out that great—what with the whole ‘country-pony from out of town takes the mare you’ve been courting for a week’ thing—it had wound up being pretty good. After some social-coaching from a trio of fillies he had worked up enough courage to talk—not woo or sing, but talk—to a group of mares. Now, after a nice afternoon of chatting with Dear Darling, Fond Feather, and Swoon Song, he found himself watching the sunset with the three as they sat atop a hill outside of town.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he said as sat down, his companions quickly doing the same.

“Yeah…” murmured Swoon Song as she watched him flip his mane back, her eyes half-lidded in an almost sultry way. “A perfect end to a perfect day.”

Feather Bangs smiled. He had learned a lot about his three beautiful companions over the course of the day: their interests, what they did for work, and all the little things you pick up from small talk—something that, while still sending chills down his spine, he no longer outright dreaded. He also figured out that they all had quite the crush on him, one that was born way before he began to try and court Sugar Belle, and as the day had progressed with an ever-increasing amount of flirtation he got the feeling that their unofficial ‘date’ might continue well into the night.

Something that, as Dear Darling leaned against his shoulder, he was very much looking forward to indeed.

With a fake-sounding yawn he leaned back, craning his neck to ‘accidentally’ peek at the firm mounds of Dear Darling’s plot. He had to bite his bottom lip as the unicorn stretched her hooves out, showcasing those perfectly-sized cheeks like buns at a bakery. His eyes swung back and forth in sync with her tail, a tightness forming between his legs as he got a peek at the juicy-looking plums of her test—

….

Wait, what?

Feather Bangs leaned back even further, this time not bothering to mask his inquisitiveness with a yawn or a stretch. He simply stared at Darling’s hind-end, watching with bated breath as, almost like a stage-curtain going up to start a show, her tail lifted to reveal the mouth-watering curves of her ba—

His eyes widened.

—of her balls.

“Wh-what?”

Darling looked at him over her—or, he realized as his breath hitched in his throat, his—shoulder, lips curving as she—he? Celestia above, he was so confused!—caught him looking. “Like what you see, hun?”

Feather Bang’s mouth fell open in shock as the other two ‘mares’ stood, revealing similarly throbbing appendages dangling between their legs. “B-b-but… I… I thought….”

“Aww.” Dear Darling giggled as he joined his friends in standing. “Look, we got him all flustered!”

The three stallions quickly surrounded Feather Bangs, circling around him like a group of sharks closing in for the kill. He tried to speak, tried to look away, but all he could do was babble incoherently as he watched their erections bobble to the beat of their steps. One suddenly broke from the pack—Fond Feather, his short-circuited mind screamed—to stand in front of him, and all he could think about as the feminine-looked stallion approached was… was….

Was how beautiful his eyes were….

Fond closed the distance between them, and all Feather Bangs could do was lean forward and meet the pegasus with a kiss. A wave of bliss made his fur stand on end as Fond’s lips—a pair of lips that, he noted in the back of his mind, felt just like any mare’s—parted to let his tongue slip inside. He moaned as the pegasus’s tongue greeted his with a loving embrace, eyes fluttering closed as he kissed a stallion—and, as his surprisingly hard cock lurched between his legs, he liked it.

‘Am I… am I getting turned on right now?’ Feather Bang’s thought to himself through the haze in his mind. ‘But… she’s a stallion! I’m not into stallions! Even cute-looking, feminine ones! Yeah, I mean, this feels amazing, but—’

His eyes popped open as something brushed against his lower stomach.

“Hmm—?”

And then they fluttered closed as a pair of lips wrapped around his stallionhood.

A muffled groan passed between the two lip-locked males as wet warmth enveloped Feather’s shaft, and as it moved towards its base he had to pull away from Fond with a gasp. The pony between his legs—Swoon Song, he realized as he dared to look down—slathered his flare with furious flicks of his tongue—a tongue that, he once again noted in the back of his mind, felt just as good as any mare’s—causing his eyes to roll towards the back of his head and his legs to subconsciously spread.

“Oooh….” He sighed as Fond began to kiss his face, chin, and neck, making ‘her’ way down to his chest before coming back up again. “I… I—”

A quick peck on the lips shut him up, and as his eyes fluttered open he saw Fond’s big, beautiful ones staring back. “Shh….” The stallion leaned in and licked up the groove of his neck, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. “We’ve been thinking about doing this for so long. Please….”

Feather found himself unable to reply as he stared into Fond’s eyes, the constant pleasure emanating from his crotch making it too hard to think. A sharp tug on his tail, however, shocked him out of his lust-induced haze, but before he could turn to look a pair of surprisingly soft hooves grabbed his head and pulled him forward. In the blink of an eye he was once again lip-locked with Fond, moaning as somepony—Dear Darling, he assumed, judging by the fact that he was swapping spit with Fond as Swoon choked on his cock—leaned in to kiss the back of his sac. The unicorn didn’t stay there for long, however, tongue dragging up his testicles and his taint before—

“Hmm!”

—before going beneath his tail.

Even as a warm-blooded stallion who was clearly into mares—even if his tail, obviously with a mind of its own, hiked up and over his back to stay out of the way—Feather Bangs found the sensation of a pony tonguing his ass quite... interesting. For a moment he thought the pleasure of somepony sucking him off was drowning out what had to be the unpleasant feeling of a rimjob, but as Darling began stretching out his ponut—quite skillfully, he might add—his mind went blank with bliss. The three stallions had him right where they wanted him, unable to defend himself as they all attacked his body at once—

—and, as he spread his legs to give them more room to work, he absolutely loved it.

With a needy moan as Fond broke their kiss Feather began rocking his hips against Swoon Song’s lips, sinking his cock into the stallion’s throat as Darling went to town on his ass. The double dosage of pleasure assaulting his body was too much for him to take—it wasn’t too long after that his balls contracted towards his body, preparing to dump their creamy load straight into Swoons stomach. Again and again he thrust, each time making sure to push his hips back towards Darling to get the unicorn’s tongue deeper inside his ass, and with a final, balls-deep plunge he craned his neck back and—

The pleasure stopped.

Feather’s eyes widened. “H-hey, what gi—”

He looked down and froze. There, smiling up at him as he laid on his stomach, was Swoon Song. The stallion had his ass up in the air, tail grazing against the head of his cock as it invitingly swayed back and forth. A little push from the stallion behind him was all it took for Feather to get the idea, and even though he knew the gorgeous pony beneath him was a stallion—one that looked ridiculously cute with the bows in his mane and tail, at that—he couldn't help but take the bait.

A hoof wrapped around Feather’s cock as he took a stumbling step forward, aiming his hardened rod towards the hole beneath Swoon Song’s tail. He hissed in pleasure as he came into contact with the stallion’s taint, the unexpected warmth making him accidentally thrust forward in excitement. The fact that, rather than the warm, wet embrace of a marehood, he felt the heavy weight of another stallion’s sac bifurcate around his shaft was no worry to him. Surprisingly, it seemed to make him even more excited, stallionhood flexing against Swoon’s undercarriage in a blatant display of need.

“There you go,” Fond Feather whispered into his ear as he adjusted his cock into position. “Just like that. Come on, give it to him….”

The pegasus ended his statement with a light nibble on Feather’s ear, sending a shiver down the stallion’s spine that reverberated all the way down to the tip of his cock. Somepony—Darling, he assumed—pushed against his hind end, and through his long bangs he watched as his flare slipped inside Swoon with a soft pop. His eyes widened as inch after inch of his rod slipped inside another stallion’s body, the dark ring of the earth pony’s ponut stretched taut around his unbelievably hard cock.

With a solid thud Feather Bangs bottomed out inside Swoon Song, balls touching balls as he sat sheathed beneath the stallion’s tail. He found himself unable to move, frozen with pleasure as the earth pony’s passage squeezed around his cock. His eyes fluttered closed, his legs began to quiver, his balls began to ache, and as he began to moan—

Something heavy landed on his back.

“What—”

And then something hard slapped him on the cheek.

His eyes popped open. There, dangling off the tip of his muzzle like a giant snake, was Fond Feather’s cock. The pegasus had reared on top of him like he was a mare in heat, balls bouncing between his legs as pre dribbled from the end of his rod. He felt like he should be disgusted, or even angry that the other male had mounted him, but for some reason, all he could think about was wrapping his lips around that delicious looking piece of stallion-meat and—

Another pair of hooves landed on his back, nearly sending him tumbling to the floor as the weight of a second stallion settled on top of him.

“What—”

And then something hard poked the back of his balls.

“Hey, wait—”

And then there was a dick in his mouth.

In almost perfect synchronization Fond Feather and Dear Darling began pushing their hips forward, spearing Feather Bangs between their thick, throbbing cocks. The stretching sensation he had felt before was nothing compared to what he felt now—it felt like the earth pony was splitting him in two. Surprisingly, however, it didn’t feel all that bad. Perhaps the stallion had slathered his backdoor with enough spit to ease his entry, but as Darling bottomed out he found himself actually enjoying the sensation.

Or maybe it was because Swoon Song, apparently finished with waiting, had begun to rock back and forth beneath him, using his cock like a living toy.

Feather Bangs’s eyes rolled to the back of the head as the trio of stallions used and abused his body, the constant pap pap pap of balls crashing into his chin or ass his only way of measuring time. Each seemed to have a different timing to their thrusts, leaving him without a moment's rest between them. The tidal wave of pleasure inside his body never had a chance to subside, constantly building towards an explosive crescendo that could crest at any moment. The ponies around him seemed to sense this, increasing their pace with each consecutive thrust, and as the pony beneath him took him balls deep with one long, fluid push, he finally went over the edge.

While his moan was muffled by Fond’s cock, he moaned. While his cum was lost in the depths of Swoon’s body, he came. And while there was a stallion on his back and a dick up his ass, he loved the three ponies around him, even if they weren’t mares.

Each flex of Feather's cock was matched with a hard clench of his ass, the slick flesh hugging Darling's cock as the stallion continued to thrust. The earth pony wouldn't last for long, however, for he soon moaned out Feather's name and bottomed out for the final time. Burst after burst of warm stallion cum flooded Feather's bowels, filling him to the brim in only a matter of seconds. Still it continued to pour, gushing around Darling's dick to drip down the back of his balls. The warm sensation only enhanced his climax, dragging it on farther than he thought possible, and as he moaned around Fond's rod he wondered what a stallion's seed tasted like.

Fond, luckily for him, didn't leave him wondering for long. The pegasus reared back with a gasp, placing the turgid head of his cock against Feather's tongue as it began to flex. A thick gush of warm, gooey semen filled Feather's mouth in a single burst, forcing him to swallow it down as more continued to pour. The salty flavor was surprisingly agreeable, and with yet another moan he began to nurse on the throbbing mass, drinking down as much ball-batter as he could even as more was deposited into his ass.

With a gaggle of sighs the four stallions' climaxes came to an end, both Dear Darling and Fond Feather dismounting Feather Bangs on quivering legs. A pair of slick pops rang out as their cocks left Feather's body, leaving him to pant over Swoon in an effort to catch his breath. Only once the burning in his lungs had subsided did he take a step back, stallionhood giving one last throb before it slipped from the stallion's well-fucked depths. He took a moment to appreciate his work, watching as his seed dribbled down the stallion's backside to pool on the grass below. A part of his mind told him that many of the cum-splotches on the ground were not his own—seeing as Swoon's cock was already half-way receeded into his sheath, the stallion must have climaxed at some point during their fornication—and that was the last thought he had as, just as the sun fell below the horizon, he collapsed into a heap.

The other three stallions stood, each taking a moment to make sure their long, flowing manes were perfectly in place before they turned towards the now-slumbering Feather Bangs. They smiled, then giggled, and with matching sighs they laid down beside their new friend, closing their eyes and joining him in the land of dreams.

Where, of course, they dreamed of fucking him all over again.

Episode 9 - Honest Apple

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“Ugh!”

Coco Pommel balled up the piece of paper in front of her and tossed it over her back. The crumpled projectile, as her luck would have it, bounced off her wastebasket—one that was full of a dozen or so similar failures—and rolled across the floor of her apartment, bumping against her hoof to taunt her one final time. She glared at it for a moment, trying to incinerate the offending piece of parchment with nothing but her mind, but her anger soon dissipated with a sigh.

“Well,” she mumbled as she took out another blank sheet, barely-used pencil still in her hoof, “nopony said fashion would be easy. Just have to keep trying. I’m sure something will come to me eventually.”

With newfound confidence, Coco brought her pencil down—

“....”

—her face scrunched up in thought—

“....”

—sweat began to drip from her brow—

“....”

—and then—

She threw her forelegs out in disbelief. “Two hours—two hours!—and all I’ve come up with is a stupid circle!” She crossed her hooves and grumbled beneath her breath. “C’mon, I just need to find some inspiration is all. What was it that Rarity said? Look into your past?” She sighed. “Well, I guess I can give it a shot. Couldn’t hurt, right?”

She closed her eyes, trying to picture something, anything that could prove to be her creative spark. A certain feeling between her legs, however—one that had been nagging at her all week—made her mind go to anything but high-societal fashion.

“C’mon, not now!” She glared at her crotch. “Stupid heat… I have too much work to do! I can’t mess around this close to my fashion debut!”

She shut her eyes defiantly, trying to force her thoughts towards the sleek and elegant curves of a high-fashion dress. Sleek, elegant curves, much like the curves of a coiffured mane or a stallion’s big, fat ballsack—

“Crap…” Coco mumbled under her breath as she begrudgingly snuck a hoof between her legs, memories from a hot, steamy night in Manehattan coming to the forefront of her mind.

It had been a long, dreary afternoon of being Suri Polomare's assistant, one full of making dresses that she knew she’d never get the credit for. It was okay, though, as she knew Manehattan had a habit of chewing up and spitting out would-be designers. All she had to do was stick it out and, someday, she’d get her due. Still, she figured blowing off some steam would do her a world of good, and it was with that in mind she walked into the Big Apple bar.

The Big Apple was perhaps not the first place you’d expect Coco to go—the small, alleyway bar was the furthest thing from high-end, and anypony who passed it would assume it was quite seedy indeed. Coco was good enough friends with the owner, however, that he’d know not to press too much into her professional life, so it was as good a place as any to get her mind off of work.

“Hey, Apple.” Coco gave the stallion a nod as she took a seat at the bar. “I’ll have the usual.”

The large, burly stallion—whose name he lent to the establishment—nodded his head and hummed an affirmation as he began to make her drink. Coco watched him pull out a glass from behind the counter and fill it with ice—three perfectly sized cubes, as always—and began absentmindedly munching on some complimentary peanuts as she waited for the show to begin.

The show was not, as some might expect, the middle-aged stallion’s finely-honed mixing skills—though they were quite good, to be fair. No, the real show—which Coco’s eyes were immediately drawn to as the stallion turned to grab a couple bottles from the shelf behind him—was the dancing pair of ‘apples’ between Big Apple’s legs.

Call it lewd, maybe even a little pervy, but after a day of working for Suri there was nothing better than watching two large, low-hanging stallion-fruits dance for your enjoyment. Even better was the fact that the stallion’s tail kept most of it from view—her imagination more than filled in the blanks, and the quick flashes of smooth, dark skin were just the right kind of tease to get her fired up.

Big Apple’s quick, jerking movements as he mixed her drink shook his body from head to hoof, causing the fat orbs to sway between his legs in an almost hypnotic way. Coco bit her bottom lip, warmth blooming between her legs as she imagined those cum-laden fruits smashing against her ass—hey, a mare can dream, right?—before filling her up with the stallion’s creamy brew. Perhaps, she wondered, that was the real reason she always visited, a simple stop to fuel her imagination so that she could take care of herself properly back at home—

“What’s a fine looking filly like yourself doin’ in a place like this?”

Coco gasped and quickly averted her gaze as somepony—a stallion, she realized as she glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes—took the seat beside her. “Oh! Um….” She blushed. “Just, uh… just here to relax a bit after work.”

“Ah. Another hard-working Manehatten-ite looking to blow off some steam, I see.” The stallion smiled as Big Apple placed her drink in front of her. “Hey, Big, I’ll take whatever she’s havin’.” He reached into his saddlebag and placed a couple bits on the counter. “And I’ll pay for both, too.”

Coco smiled and took a sip of her drink, her eyes trailing down towards the prize nestled between the pony’s legs. Sitting on a stool left stallion’s with very little in the way of modesty, giving her an unobstructed view of the pony’s plump sheath and juicy-looking balls. With a lick of her lips she looked towards the stallion’s face, where he was giving her a sly-looking smile that said he knew exactly what she was thinking.

“So….” She grinned and took another sip. “What’s your name?”

With a loud bang the door slammed into the wall, forced open by the pair of lip-locked ponies that barged into the room. Tongues danced and hooves roamed as the two fumbled upright across the stallion’s apartment, neither wanting to separate from their impromptu dance of lust. Both had needs that had to be met, frustrations that needed to be cleansed, and there was nothing that could stop them from ending in each other's hooves

“Where…” Coco breathily said between sloppy, lip-smacking kisses, “where’s your room?”

The stallion replied with a firm grope of her ass, causing her lungs to empty with a groan as he guided her across the room. Again they bashed into a door and again it crashed into the wall, and as they broke apart for air they stared into each other’s eyes. Coco blushed as she felt something warm and hard brush against her inner thigh, the stallion giving her a grin as she felt the fluids dribbling down her legs. With a chuckle the stallion pulled back and walked over towards his bed, his tail kept nice and high to show off his mouth-watering goods.

“Well?” The stallion sat on the edge and spread his legs, half-erect cock flopping against his inner thigh and balls hanging off the bed. “I saw you looking at ‘em earlier. Why don’t you come on over and get acquainted?”

Coco licked her lips and grinned. She didn’t normally act like this—most who knew her would say she was rather shy, in fact—but a little alcohol in her system was all it took for her inhibitions to break. The slight haze in her mind left most of her body feeling numb—most, except for the heat between her legs and the hunger within her heart, and the delicious-looking platter of stallion-meat seemed like the perfect way to solve each. So, with an added sway to her hips, she walked forward and crawled between her new friend’s legs, ready to forget all that had happened that day.

With a moan matched only by the stallion’s Coco started licking his sac, dragging her tongue across the wrinkled flesh and pressing it against the cum-laden masses within. She pressed her muzzle harder, deeper between his legs, burying her face into his balls to fill her lungs with his masculine musk. The stallion seemed to enjoy the attention, grabbing onto the back of her mane and pushing her beneath his testicles to drape them across her face. Even then her tongue did not relent, slathering the back of his balls with enough spit to mat her cheeks with the stuff. Only once the burning in her lungs forced her to do so did she relent, and even then it was but a second or two later that she dove back in, this time opening her mouth to take both of the seed-silos inside.

“Mmm…” the stallion groaned above her, his eyes now closed in bliss, “yeah, that’s it, just like that….”

Coco’s only response was a moan that vibrated the nuts in her mouth, making the stallion shiver and his cock expand at an ever increasing pace. The thick mass of stallion-dick began to slide over her face, pre dribbling onto her face and mane as it inflated. Before long it was fully erect, throbbing against her head as she continued suckling on the balls beneath it. For a moment she let it hang there, fully content to worship his churning nuts with her tongue, but when the rigid length flexed in a blatant display of need she decided to do something about it.

As one hoof traveled up to wrap around the stallion’s member the other went down between her legs, and as she began to jack him off—his balls still held firmly between her lips—she began tending to the fire between her legs. Each time she grazed her clit she’d moan around his balls and each time she’d moan his cock would flex against her hoof, creating a cycle of lewd carnality that melted away the worries of the day.

“Oh, shit….” The hoof resting against the back of her head pressed harder, keeping her face buried between the stallion’s outstretched legs. “I’m close….”

Coco let the balls slip from her mouth with a wet pop, tongue dancing against the spit-soaked sac as she hummed a pleasant tune. Even without being told so she’d have known that he was close—the now constant dribblings of pre that coated her hoof and the way his balls pulled towards his body was proof of that. Images of his seed arcing through the air flashed before her mind’s eye as she licked a trail up his balls, the thought that a complete stranger—a stallion she had met at a bar less than an hour ago—was about to paint her with his cum lighting a fire beneath her tail. The hoof between her legs became a blur, flinging lines of her liquid excitement onto the carpeted floor, and as she made her way back down to the base of his balls she came.

Coco squealed as her muscles clenched up, a thick gush of mare-cum splattering against the bed sheets as her pussy did the same. She quickly took the stallion’s balls back into her mouth to muffle her moans of bliss, hoof squeezing the base of his shaft as she rode her climax out. That was just enough to send him over the edge, and with a bellowing moan he arched his neck back and pressed his hips against her face. While Coco couldn’t see it past the pony’s balls, she knew she’d finished him off as soon as she felt his seed splatter on her back. The feeling of warm, gooey cum running through her fur kept her climax going, hoof still working her marehood as she laid loving kisses on his balls....

Much as she had done on that fateful day, Coco moaned as she reached an explosive climax at her desk, this time muffling her screams of pleasures with nothing but the pencil in her mouth. Both her hooves had made the trek between her legs, and now they held her spasming lips apart as she soaked the chair beneath her with cum. The burning need that had been tormenting her throughout the week soon subsided, cooled by the waves of her climax, and as the shuddering came to an end she slumped in her seat with a sigh of bliss.

“Mmm...” she hummed as she brought a hoof in front of her face, eyes falling half-lidded as she watched her juices drip to the floor. “Well, that’s that, I guess. Still no closer to having a design though....” She sat back and sighed. “You know, now that I think about it, I never did get that stallion’s name. Too bad, too. I’d love to have another round with somepony with balls like that—”

Her eyes widened as a bulb lit in her head.

“Wait, I have an idea!”

And with that, Coco’s fashion career truly began....

Episode 10 - A Royal Problem (Part 1)

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“Wh...where am I?”

That was the first thing that came to Starlight’s mind once she could make sense of her surroundings, which was closely followed by “what is this place” and “how the hay did I get here”. All were fairly logical questions—the strange, starry void around her wasn’t familiar and, last she knew, she had been back in Canterlot with a potential princess-pocalypse on her hooves. Though, now that she thought about it, she remembered talking to a tiny ballerina version of Twilight, too….

“Nah,” she thought, “that was probably just a dream. I have bigger things to worry about, like getting Celestia and Luna on good terms or how I’m getting out of—”

Her eyes widened. For some reason, she couldn’t move.

“What? What’s going on?”

For a moment she stood there, face scrunching up as she tried—and failed—to move her limbs even the slightest of an inch. She began to panic, pupils dilating as sweat began to drip from her brow. Was she stuck here forever? But then how would she fix her designated friendship problem!

“H-hello?” she called out into the infinite void around her, hoping that somepony could hear. “Anypony? I need—”

Suddenly, a tall, black alicorn seemingly stepped out of thin air just a few hoof-steps in front of her. At first she thought it was Princess Luna here to save the day, but the alicorn's fur seemed quite a bit darker than usual....

Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach as she realized who it was. “Nightmare Moon!”

The alicorn reared back and let loose an evil-sounding cackle. “Yes, Starlight, it is I, Nightmare Moon!”

“H-how…” Starlight’s eyes slowly rotated as the villain—a rather sexy villain at that, if she was being honest with herself—walked a circle around her. “How are you here? Twilight and the girls beat you!”

The alicorn of nightmares chuckled. “Ha! You think those weak, simple-minded fools could defeat me?” Finishing her first pass, Nightmare stopped in front of her captive audience and grinned. “As for how I’m here, well... you’re to blame for that. Your little mark-swapping experiment has failed, and now Equestria shall fall into an eternal night!”

Starlight gasped. “N-no! This can’t be happening!”

Nightmare Moon smirked—a smirk that Starlight embarrassedly noted was quite… sultry. “Oh, it is most certainly ‘happening’, my precious little pony.” The alicorn circled around again, astral tail teasingly dragging across Starlight’s cheek as she strutted towards the unicorn’s hind-end. “But first, how about we make a deal?”

Starlight eeped as a hoof grazed her flank. “Deal? What kind of deal?”

“Well… you must realize how powerful you are, yes?” Nightmare asked as she began massaging one of Starlight’s cutie marks, eyes set firmly on the unicorn’s quivering tail. “Yet there is still so much more trapped inside of you. What if I said I could help you realize your potential, that I could make you what you are truly meant to be?”

Starlight shivered as the alicorn continued openly groping her ass—though it certainly wasn’t because of the cold. Even though she knew she shouldn’t even consider the villain’s offer, she couldn’t help but imagine the possibilities. The allure of greater power had always been her greatest weakness, and the fact that Nightmare Moon was willing to unlock hers was making it hard to think.

Plus, as her tail started lifting into the air, having such a strong alicorn rubbing her ass was really turning her on.

She blushed as her clit blew the alicorn a kiss. “I...I….”

“Shh.” Nightmare Moon gave her a light pat on the back, almost as if to say she understood. “Don’t say it, just accept it….”

With that, the villain made her move.

Starlight did nothing as her hind-legs were spread, did nothing as her tail was brushed to the side, did nothing as the nightmare behind her let out another evil-sounding laugh. Even as a warm wave of air washed across her marehood, it’s plump lips already wet with arousal, all she could do was shiver as she waited for the alicorn’s dark embrace.

And then, as a long, almost serpentine tongue slithered inside her body, all she could do was moan.

With a groan of pure, unadulterated bliss, Starlight felt as the Nightmare Moon’s tongue plunged inside her body, burying itself to the hilt in a single, sudden thrust. Her passage responded to the intrusion in kind, squeezing around the invader to try and stop its most unholy quest. The dark alicorn would not be denied, however, face pressing harder beneath her tail to feast on her defenseless folds.

“Mmm…” Nightmare hummed against her pussy, the vibrations making her clit kiss the alicorn’s chin. “Delicious….”

Starlight responded with another moan, lungs depleting of air as Nightmare continued eating her out. Not once was she given a moment’s rest, not once did she grow accustomed to the tongue between her legs—Nightmare seemed to change her approach whenever she almost did. The deep, plunging licks that dragged across every inch of her passage morphed into short, stabbing thrusts which, in turn, changed to light, almost teasing flicks that built the fire between her legs. The alicorn of nightmares had her right where she wanted her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

That is, if she wanted to stop it.

For several minutes this went on, her standing with tail hiked and legs spread as Nightmare Moon drank from the goblet of her pussy. And drink the alicorn did, audibly gulping down mouthfuls of sweet ambrosia as more no doubt dribbled down her neck and chin. Starlight groaned at the thought, and as she felt Nightmare’s magic split apart her lips to delve deeper than ever before she felt herself near the most explosive climax of her life.

That climax, however, never came.

With a lewd slurp as the villain’s tongue pulled from her body, the seemingly never-ending river of bliss stopped just as suddenly as it had started. Starlight, sweat dripping from her fur and lolling from her mouth, felt the build-up of pleasure pour from her body like adrenaline, leaving her feeling empty inside—in more ways than one.

“P-please,” she whispered, almost as if she hoped nopony heard her begging, “don’t stop….”

The alicorn behind her chuckled—that same, evil-sounding chuckle that lit the fires between her legs. “Oh, Starlight, thinking I’d finish you off so soon?” A kiss on her clit sent lightning bolts of bliss into her brain, making it that much harder to think. “There’s still so much more that I need to see before I make you mine...."

Starlight wasn’t given a moment to postulate what the villain meant. With a long drag of her tongue, Nightmare Moon licked up the length of her labia, cleaning off whatever juices had been left on her dark-pink lips. The dark alicorn’s tongue didn’t stop there, however, and Starlight’s eyes widened as it moved towards the base of her tail. Every muscle in her body clenched as it grazed the outer rim of her anus, the warm, wet muscle poking and prodding at the gates to her backdoor. She wasn’t exactly inexperienced when it came to the area, but just the thought of having somepony like Nightmare-freakin’-Moon tonguing at her ass was enough to send her over the edge.

And then, after the tongue made a quick pass around her ponut to wet the puffed-out flesh with spit, the world around Starlight became white.

Nothing could prepare Starlight for the incredible amounts of pleasure she felt as Nightmare Moon’s tongue plunged inside her backdoor, the alicorn’s lips wrapping around her pucker to hold the fleshy donut in place. Where the alicorn’s previous licks felt measured and calculating they now were violent and feral, as if Nightmare Moon was tongue-fucking her ass like a stallion would a mare-in-heat. Drips of spit rolled down her backside as the alicorn sloppily made out with her anus, joining the copious amount of juices leaking from her marehood as a puddle on the floor.

A slight, dark-blue glow was Starlight’s only warning before Nightmare’s magic returned to her pussy, splitting apart the fat lips of her labia to showcase her bright-pink innards to the world. Her clit winked into the air with a light squelch, droplets of her excitement falling off its end. This seemed to fall right into the villain’s plan as, before the bundle of nerves could retreat inside her body, the tingling aura of the alicorn’s magic spread to encompass it, holding it in place as her ass was eaten out.

Time seemed to stand still after that moment—for all Starlight knew, anything from a mere second to an entire year went by as Nightmare attacked her body on two fronts. All she could feel was that long, wet tongue sawing back and forth beneath her tail and the electric aura wrapped around her clit, each sensation enough to bring any mare to her knees on their own. When combined, however, they created a mind-blowing sensation that left Starlight seeing stars and weak in the knees.

“I’m… I’m close….”

The words barely registered in Starlight’s own mind as they came out of her mouth, but they apparently rang loud and clear in Nightmare Moon’s. The dark alicorn picked up the intensity, tongue punching past her ponut so quick and so hard that Starlight was sure she’d walk funny the next day—that is, if there was going to be a next day. Things had gotten to the point that she began to think that maybe, just maybe, things wouldn’t be so bad if she gave into the villain’s will—if it meant experiencing this kind of pleasure, she’d be fine if Nightmare Moon took control.

“Oh?”

Starlight’s eyes, squeezed shut as her body prepared for climax, popped open. “H-huh…?”

Nightmare Moon pulled away from Starlight’s hind-end with a final kiss to her anus, lips splitting into an evil-looking grin as she eyed the small, glistening ring. “You’d be fine if I… took control?”

Starlight’s heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. Had she accidentally said that out loud? “What? No! N-never!”

The alicorn chuckled. “You may say that, but your body betrays you, Starlight.” She made her way back in front of the unicorn, noting with no small amount of amusement the look of sexualized-disappointment on her prisoner’s face. “Perhaps you need a little more… convincing.”

The alicorn’s horn ignited with a dark-blue aura, and Starlight’s eyes widened as she noticed a similar glow between the villain’s legs. “What are you doing?”

Nightmare Moon didn't bother answering that question. Not that she had to, of course, because Starlight soon got the idea.

"No..." Starlight whispered as she watched the unthinkable grow between the alicorn's legs. "You can't be serious!"

Nightmare Moon was serious all right. There, dangling in front of a pair of orange-sized testicles held inside a smooth, ebony bag, was an absolutely massive cock. The quivering length was riddled with thick, throbbing veins that twitched to the beat of the alicorn's dark heart, and Starlight couldn't help but think about what it would feel like to have it inside of her.

"Yes, Starlight." The alicorn grinned as her cock flexed into her stomach, a small dribble of pre already leaking from its tip. "Soon your body shall be mine, and we shall conquer Equestria together!"

"Now wait just a minute, dear sister...."

Starlight's eyes widened as she heard somepony behind her—somepony that, thankfully, sounded an awful lot like Celestia. "P-princess! Thank, well, you that you're here! Please, you have to help me! Nightmare Moon is trying to—"

Nightmare interrupted her prisoner with a growl. "What are you doing here? This doesn't concern you!"

The clop, clop, clop of Celestia's hoofsteps synced with the beats of Starlight's heart, and as the solar monarch approached she started to feel a little hopeful—and, strangely enough, quite a bit warmer. "I think it most certainly does, Nightmare."

The alicorn walked around Starlight, though the unicorn noted that something was off about the princess. Was her mane always so... flame-y? "P-princess? What are you—"

Starlight gasped as 'Celestia' stopped in front of her—both because she realized the alicorn was most certainly not Celestia and from the fact that not-Celestia also had a cock throbbing between her legs. The alicorn turned to face her, revealing dark, flaming eyes that seemed to bore into her very soul, and as she got an equally-as-evil grin—one that, she noted with no small amount of embarrassment, was most definately sultry—she felt her tail hike up and over her back.

"So, Starlight, how about we make a deal?"

Episode 10 - A Royal Problem (Part 2)

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"So, Starlight, how about we make a deal?"

The world screeched to a halt. There Starlight was, trapped with not one but two all-powerful and most certainly evil alicorns looking to come to an accord—an accord which apparently involved them fucking her senseless with their massive, magical cocks. Her eyes bounced back and forth between the two, trying to make sense of what was going on, but all she saw was Nightmare Moon glaring daggers into the back of her counterpart's fiery head.

"Wh-who..." Starlight licked her suddenly dried-out lips. Was it hot in here, or was it just her? "Who are you?"

The newly arrived alicorn smiled, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth that excited Starlight just as much as they frightened her. "I am Daybreaker. The better, prettier, and more powerful version of Celestia! And it is because of you that I have been given form!" She approached Starlight, fiery tail swaying back and forth as if to give teasing glimpses of her flaming-hot ass. "Deep inside, Starlight, you know how powerful you are. You don't need Celestia, you don't need Luna, and you most certainly don't need Nightmare." She shot a glare the dark alicorn's way, which Nightmare returned in kind. "What you need is me. Think about it. We could do whatever we want, and all you have to do is, well...."

Starlight swallowed around the lump in her throat. Even without finishing that statement, she knew exactly what Daybreaker meant—the rigid length bobbing between her legs made sure of that. But while Nightmare Moon had left her wanting—and Daybreaker's cock looked appatizing—there was still a part of her that wanted to resist. A small part, but a part nonetheless. "B-but, I—"

Starlight was interrupted as Nightmare Moon lunged forward and pushed Daybreaker aside. "No! You cannot have her!" The dark alicorn spun towards her sister, giving Starlight an up-close look at her plump pony plums. "Her body will be mine!"

Stumbling for a couple steps, Daybreaker rounded on her celestial sister with a snarl. "Please, like you deserve her! You've tried taking over Equestria before—remember how that went?" She grinned, devilishly. "Now it's my turn, sister, and unlike you, I won't be defeated by some simple pieces of jewelry!"

Nightmare stomped her hoof in annoyance, sending her sac bouncing between her legs—as well as making a line of drool slip from Starlight's slack lips. "Those 'pieces of jewelry' were the Elements of Harmony, and they're gone now! There's nothing anypony can do to stop me, and that includes you!"

Daybreaker frowned. "Well then, it seems we're at an impasse, sister. I'm sure that goody-four-shoes Luna will be here any moment, so if we're going to do something, we need to do it fast. How do you suppose we handle this?"

Starlight could do nothing but watch as the two alicorns argued amongst themselves, her body still locked in place. It was strange listening to them talk about who was going to claim her, though it did give her a moment to appreciate the eye-candy between their legs. Not to mention the fire that was still raging between her own, burning down her resistances to the point that she imagined just letting those two all-powerful villains take control of her body—in more ways than one. If being evil was getting your every itch scratched by a stallionhood as large as your leg, then maybe it wasn't that bad after all....

Said villains, meanwhile, hadn't yet found a way to reconcile their differences—they had gotten angrier, in fact, heads butted up and horns crossed as they yelled into each other's faces.

"I never should've banished you to the moon! I should've destroyed you!"

Nightmare Moon growled. "Oh yeah? Well, I should have—wait." She paused, pulled back, and sniffed the air. "What is that smell?"

Daybreaker looked at the other alicorn with an eyebrow arched. "I think you've finally lost it, sister. Maybe you should try getting some sun every now and again...."

Nightmare sighed, exasperatedly. "Oh, will you shut it! There's definitely something in the air. Something... oddly familiar...."

"Hmm? I don't—oh." Daybreaker perked up—as did her cock, which hung limply over her balls. "Oh, that is quite familiar. I wonder where it's coming from...." She paused, a wicked grin coming to her lips as she eyed the unicorn across the room—a unicorn whose eyes were most certainly not in a socially acceptable place. "Oh ho ho... seems somepony's excited, eh, sister?"

Nightmare Moon turned towards Starlight, her ink-black shaft slapping against her belly as she saw a glimmering line of excitement drip between her captive's legs. "Mmm, yes, and I think I have a way to settle our little problem...."

Starlight licked her lips, her eyes constantly shifting to compare one alicorn's endowments to the other. Nightmare Moon's cock was a long, sleek, ebony rod that seemed designed to deposit the villain's foal-bearing fluids straight into another mare's womb. Daybreaker's, meanwhile... well, Daybreaker's was kind of scary, to be honest. The fat, pink shaft was massive and had an impressive sac dangling behind it, one that showed off the alicorn's virility in the most natural way possible. Just looking at either member was enough to make her marehood wink in need, and she felt like she'd go mad if one of them wasn't inside of her soon.

"Now now, Starlight," Starlight jumped as Nightmare suddenly spoke up. "It's impolite to stare."

Starlight shook her head to banish her impure thoughts. What would Twilight and the others think if she gave in now? She had to resist, for the good of Equestria! "What... what are you going to do to me?"

With a confident strut to her step, Daybreaker walked behind Starlight and chuckled as she saw the mess between her legs. "Oh, nothing that you don't already want, my precious little pony."

Starlight tucked her tail in as far as it could go as the heat radiating from the villain's body mixed with her own. The alicorns had her trapped between a cock and a hard place, and those cocks seemed more appealing to her with each second that ticked by. "You don't have a-anything I want...."

"Oh, I think we do, Starlight, and I think you have something we want, too," Nightmare whispered into her ear. "But, seeing as you can only give it to one of us—and you are our guest—we've decided to be most gracious and let you have the final say."

"But," Daybreaker continued before Starlight could speak, "allow us to... make our case before you choose." The fiery alicorn glanced at her dark counterpart and grinned, challengingly. "Not that it will matter. We both know who you'll pick in the end."

Nightmare Moon scoffed at her sister's bravado, though even that wasn't enough to wipe away the smirk on her lips—or deflate the erection between her legs. "We shall see, sister. We shall see."

The alicorn of nightmares reared up without another word, leaving a startled Starlight with a faceful of thick, throbbing mare cock. The dark rod she had spied from afar was now just off the tip of her muzzle, it's wide, blunted head aimed at her mouth like a battering ram. She stared at it cross-eyed for a moment, watching as a drop of pre rolled across its face to dribble to the void below. Nightmare seemed intent on making that the only drop that was wasted, however, and Starlight yelped through clenched lips as the alicorn thrust forward to smear another on her cheek. Starlight did her best to keep the villain from entering her mouth, blocking the alicorn's attempts for as long as she possibly could.

What she didn't expect was a sudden sharp tug on her tail, nor the resulting gasp of pleasure that echoed inside her ear. Nightmare took the opening with sadistic glee, stuffing her fat, black shaft between Starlight's lips at a rate that would choke most normal mares. To Starlight's surprise, however, her gag reflex never kicked in. Even as that sledgehammer slammed towards—and then into—her throat, she did not feel an ounce of discomfort. All she felt was the warmth radiating from Nightmare's shaft, and the filling sensation of having a cock crammed inside her mouth. It was actually quite... pleasant!

Before Starlight could speculate about this further—though she filed it away to share with Twilight later, knowing the alicorn would want to study such an event for 'scientific reasons'—a second pair of hooves crashed onto her back, causing her legs to almost buckle under the sudden change in weight. "Good, Starlight." Daybreaker cooed as she wrapped her forelegs around Starlight's waist, hips moving her cock-cannon into position. "But now it's my turn!"

Something long, hard, and unbelievably warm then drove itself between Starlight's legs, dragging across the base of her marehood to poke between her teats. The serpent then slithered back, letting her feel each and every inch of its rigid flesh before, with a cock-muffled groan around Nightmare's shaft, it kissed the plump folds of her labia. The damp flesh greeted the visitor with an audible wink, one that was reciprocated with a hearty throb and a hot line of pre that splattered across her lips. The syrupy mess oozed over her skin like lava, forcing her tail nice and high as Daybreaker pushed her hips forward. For a moment it seemed like it wouldn't fit, that the villain's stallionhood was just too large for her to take, but Daybreaker pushed harder, and harder, and harder—

—until, with a resounding, wet pop, Starlight split in two. Much like how it had been with Nightmare, however, there wasn't the slightest bit of pain. Even as Daybreaker's massive cock battered its way towards her womb, all she felt was the pleasure of having her marehood stretched in every direction at once. The alicorn's rod was incredibly warm, heating her body from the inside out as it filled her to the brim. Not to mention the hot lines of pre that splattered from its tip, lubricating her passage until, with a cock-muffled gasp of pleasure, she felt it tap against her cervix.

"Mmm...." Daybreaker stayed balls-deep for a moment, savoring the sensation of a mare's folds wrapped around her shaft. "Yesss, I will enjoy having you as my host...."

A loud clap echoed around the trio as Nightmare made a jabbing motion with her hips, balls crashing against her captive's chin. "Ohhh... I don't think so, sister. I'm not gonna let a mouth like this go to waste!"

The alicorn finished her statement with another, just as powerful thrust, and before Daybreaker could reply she settled into a proper face-fucking pace. The fiery mare accepted the unspoken challenge, slamming her rock-hard rod in an out of Starlight to match her sister tit-for-tat. Lines of drool and lines of mare-juice dribbled down their respective sacs as they spit-roasted the mare, rocking her body back and forth like a pendulum of never-ending pleasure.

Starlight had her eyes closed as she rode the alicorn's out, her mind wanting to resist but her body all but giving in. She silently cursed herself each time she clenched around Daybreaker or moaned around Nightmare. Even her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, tracing every vein and bulge of the midnight shaft between her lips—almost like it wanted those churning creameries slamming against her chin to dump their load.

A particularly hard thrust between Starlight's legs forced a yelp from her lungs, and unicorn blushed as the villains each cackled in response. They seemed to relish in her weakness, both getting off just as much on the idea of taking her over as they were fucking her senseless. Their desire to outdo the other forced their hips to move harder and faster, the echoing slaps of flesh impacting flesh growing louder and louder. The relentless see-saw of pleasure did a number on Starlight, soaking her mind in enough pleasure that, to her horror, she began meeting their thrusts with some of her own. No matter how hard she tried to stop herself, she couldn't. Whenever she built up any sort of resistance the two alicorns would break it down, and with her orgasm fast approaching she was running out of time.

"Yes!" Daybreaker threw her head back with a laugh of hysteria, hips slamming the entirety of her length in and out of her captive's body. "You shall be mine, Starlight, all mine!"

"No!" Nightmare hunched over, shortening her thrusts to tap her balls against Starlight's face as the orbs pulled towards her body. "It is I who shall have her, and it is I who shall once again bring eternal night to Equest—"

BANG!

A sudden explosion of bright, white light interrupted Nightmare's shout, though it did nothing to stop either alicorn from tumbling over the edge. Each villain let out a cry of delight as they bottomed out for the final time, cocks convulsing between their legs as they filled the unicorn between them with their seed. Starlight couldn't help but moan as she felt Daybreaker's cum splashed inside her womb, it's heat igniting the flames of her own, powerful orgasm. Slick gushes of liquid leaked from her marehood and splashed against the solar alicorn's balls as her pussy began to convulse, squeezing around the thick slab of mare-cock splitting her in two. Nightmare's just as voluminous load didn't go to waste, either, the long, ebony shaft shooting globs of seed straight into her gullet. A few shots later and the villain pulled back, gracing her tongue with a taste of warm, salty semen that she dutifully drank down with heavy gulps. Some still managed to leak out from the corner of her lips, the mare's low-hanging balls not disappointing in the slightest, and by the time each alicorns' climax came to an end Starlight's fur was caked with seed.

"Uh...."

Both alicorns dismounted with matching sighs of relief, and Starlight looked over in horror at the third now in the room.

Celestia, cheeks growing rosier with each second that ticked by, looked at Nightmare, then Daybreaker, then finally at Starlight before she awkwardly cleared her throat. "So... do you have dreams like this often?"

Starlight blushed and licked her lips, clit giving a final, needy wink as warm globs of seed dribbled from her well-fucked hole. Without a word she straightened herself out, wiping her cheeks clean of any left over cum as her two 'captors' turned towards Celestia with surprisingly hungry looks in their eyes. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and then, with an ear to ear grin, said, "Yep! Wanna join?"

Celestia's eyes once again turned towards Nightmare and Daybreaker, and then they fell to the impressive lengths glistening between their legs—lengths that, even though they had just cum and were still covered in spit and juices, were growing rock-hard once again. Her tail, seemingly with a mind of its own, rose up and over her back to show off her bright-pink—and already damp—folds, the plump lips parting to let her clit wink into the air.

Celestia shook her head and sighed, though the smile never left her lips. "And you're trying to tell me Luna has the harder job...."

Episode 11 - Not Asking for Trouble

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Pinkie Pie couldn't believe it—her first trip to Yakyakistan as the official Ambassador of Friendship was going so well! Not to mention the fact that Yicksluberfest, the yak's sacred celebration, was so much more fun than she thought! After receiving a warm greeting from her good friend Prince Rutherford—and a quick bout of traditional yak stomping that left a pleasant tingling in her legs—she was listening to him talk about all the interesting places as they walked through the village. There was the ceremonial yak fire pit, where the yaks would gather and tell stories from their past. Then there was the Yak Eating Hut, where the yaks ate, the Yak Sleeping Hut, where the yaks slept, and the Yak Music Hut, where they enjoyed beautiful music that she already planned on adding to her personal party playlists.

"Wow..." Pinkie looked around with an ear-to-ear grin. "This is quite the party, Prince Rutherford. I never knew there was so much to do in Yakyakistan!"

The hulking mass of rough, unkempt fur grunted in approval. "Yes. Yicksluberfest biggest yak party of year!" He pointed towards a nearby hut, one that was the same basic construction of dirt and hay as the rest. "Come, pink pony. One last stop on yak tour, then we tell stories at yak fire pit!"

Pinkie hopped beside Rutherford as they approached the building, her excitement unable to be contained. "Ooh ooh ooh! What's this one? Is it a yak baking hut? Is it a yak dancing hut?" She stopped and pressed her cheeks together. "Is it a yak baking and dancing hut!?"

"What? No!" The prince paused by the door and turned towards his pink compatriot. "This yak fucking hut, where yaks fuck!"

With that, Rutherford shoved open the door to reveal a decent sized and currently empty room. In fact, as Pinkie walked inside, the only furnishings were several wooden posts near the walls, each with a long stretch of rope hanging from its wood. It was quite a strange thing to Pinkie Pie. Not the fucking part—she definitely understood that—but if the hut was meant for banging, then where were the beds? Still, as the official Ambassador of Friendship and honorary yak hopeful, she felt compelled to learn about all aspects of yak culture, so she turned towards her guide with a grin.

"Cooool! I didn't know you guys had a special place for your hanky-panky parties, too! We use one all the time back in Ponyville!" She giggled into a hoof. "But where are the beds, silly! You can't have a good rustle-and-a-tussle without a bed!"

Rutherford looked at the mare like she'd grown a second head—not that Pinkie could tell, what with the veil of hair obscuring most of his face. "What? Pink pony not serious! Beds are for yak sleeping hut!" He stomped a hoof as if to prove his point. "This yak fucking hut. Yak not need bed to fuck—all yak need is thing to fuck!"

Pinkie thought about the yak's wise words for a moment. Then a metaphorical—and literal—lightbulb lit inside her head. "Ooohhh, I get it!" Reaching inside her mane and throwing the glowing bulb out, Pinkie took up a dignified pose and saluted her regal friend. "As the official Ambassador of Friendship to Yakyakistan, I, Pinkemena Diane Pie, Master of Parties, Baker of Goods, and Element of Harmony, shall partake in this 'yak fucking'. Tell me what I need to do!"

Pinkie Pie hissed in pleasure as the yak on her back slipped free from her pussy, letting a fresh deluge of cum gush from her lips and splatter onto the already wet floor. She had lost count of how many had mounted her—her last tally had been around the sixth, and that had been about an hour ago. Her muscles burned as they begged her for some relief, legs quivering from being used for so long. Her backside was a mess, with thick lines of yak seed splattered across her fur that centered on the well-fucked lips of her marehood. She shivered as a stiff breeze washed across her back, chilling the spot where yak number four had decided to dump his load after accidentally pulling out.

Whatever ideas she had about sex were blown away as soon as the fucking began. The foreignness added an excitement all its own, and her heart had raced when Rutherford had tied her to her post. The prince then left, saying he had to go tell the story about how the yaks 'defeated evil and saved the day' before he would return. The added wait only riled up Pinkie even more, her mind left racing as the heat between her legs grew worse and worse. What she didn't expect was for Rutherford to come back with company. Lots and lots of company. Lots of male company, with rock-hard shafts dangling between their legs and knowing grins on their lips, their balls weighed down with cum.

What followed after that was mostly a blur. She remembered the first yak walking forward, remembered the look of want in his eyes as she teasingly lifted her tail for him. She could still feel his weight on her back as he mounted her, hooves landing on either side of her head as his much larger frame completely covered hers. She could still feel his cock plunging inside of her, too, but that was mostly because another was doing the same as she reminisced. This one was just as thick as the others but had more than a few inches extra in length, a true breeding stick if she ever felt one. Each time he'd bury himself inside of her cum-slickened passage, his heavy yak balls slamming against her clit, she'd feel his broad tip kiss the ring of her cervix and a cold band of metal brush against her super-heated lips—some kind of cock-ring, she assumed, but what yak would be dignified enough to warrant one of those?

"Mmm...." The yak atop her—Prince Rutherford, her lust-riddled mind realized—hummed contentedly, the vibrations making her clit-kiss his sac. "Pony pussy good. Much tighter than yak's!"

Yak dick big, Pinkie wanted to reply, especially as the lumbering brute began fucking her in earnest. Loud squelches echoed inside the hut as the loads from yaks past made way for their royal brother, a lewd symphony that spoke of the depravity happening inside the yak fucking hut. The prince's rod rammed itself inside of her with ease, her passage all but assimilated to the yak's impressive 'culture'. Back and forth it went, pummeling her already-pummeled pussy to the point that she knew she'd be walking funny in the morning—that is, unless the yaks kept going right through the night, at which point she'd need to tell Twilight that she'd be late getting back to Ponyville.

A firm thump of yak balls crashing against pony ass made Pinkie's eyes roll to the back of her head as, for the umpteenth time that night, she clenched around a yak's cock in orgasm. Her folds massaged the prince's stick on all sides, hoping to milk him of his royal seed. Rutherford did not relent, however, his massive hips fucking her straight through her climax. Warm rivulets rolled down the inside of her thigh as she was bred by the hulking stud, a lustful mix of pony juices and yak seed that were wrenched from her pussy by his engorged tool. The added lubrication let Rutherford go even harder, his stance widening as he used all of his strength in every thrust. Each body-wracking slam filled Pinkie's vision with stars, and as the rest of the yaks began cheering their leader on with stomps against the ground the whole hut began to shake.

Within moments after coming down from her climax, Pinkie felt herself building towards another one. The drum-like pounding of hooves against the floor matched both the hammering of her heart and the thunderous smacks of Rutherford fucking her raw. Closer and closer she crawled towards the edge, her legs quivering as she was mercilessly split in two. One moment she screamed for the prince to finish and in another she begged for him to never stop, though she wasn't sure he heard her through the rumbles inside the hut. Though, in a split-second of clarity right before she climaxed, the rumbling seemed far too intense to be a simple stomping of hooves, even for a group of rowdy, raunchy yaks watching their leader rut their esteemed guest.

Not that Pinkie could find it in herself to worry as, with a final, full-length thrust and a deep, guttural bellow towards the ceiling, Prince Rutherford unleashed a flood of cum into her pussy. The thick, viscous goop flowed over her folds like pure white snow, burying the other yaks' seed in an avalanche of genetic goo. Even then the prince's cannon continued to fire, eventually overflowing her passage to the point that it jetted and coated their crotches in cum. The sight of their leader's seed rolling down his balls riled up the other yaks in the room, and they hooted and hollered at the top of their lungs as they continued to stomp on the ground.

Pinkie felt her very bones shake as the rumbling grew more intense, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she climaxed around Rutherford's spasming rod. Deeper and louder the rumblings became, eventually reaching the point that the other yaks noticed it, too. They stopped their raucous stomping, yet even then the rumblings did not stop. They only grew louder, in fact, as Pinkie and Rutherford came down from their respective highs, and with a loud BANG they finally found out why.

You see, up in the snowy hills of Yakyakistan, there was always the threat of a small avalanche or two. This was no small avalanche, however—it was absolutely massive, formed from the earth-shattering thrusts of Prince Rutherford upon one Pinkemena Diane Pie. The tidal wave of snow was like nothing any yak had seen before, pushing the yak-on-pony orgy-goers out of the hut as it blanketed the entire village in the blink of an eye. It was quite miraculous that no one got hurt in the whole ordeal, though as Pinkie—free from her breeding pen for the first time in hours—regained her bearings, she realized that the town wasn't so lucky.

Pinkie shivered as the ice-cold snow chilled the lips to her marehood, the folds fucked raw in the most pleasant way possible. She looked around, worry etched upon her brow as she surveyed the damage. Without some serious help, it looked like Yicksluberfest was doomed!

"Hmm...." She tapped her chin in thought, eyes going from dazed yak to dazed yak. Her gaze eventually fell on Rutherford, who had been knocked on his side by the wave of snow. There, between his legs, was his cum-slicked shaft, still erect from when it had been yanked from her depths.

And that gave her an idea.

"Hey, Prince Rutherford?"

The yak wearily stood on four hooves, and with a quick shake he rid his fur of snow. "What, pink pony?"

Pinkie grinned and licked her lips. "Would you mind if I invited a few friends? I'm sure they'd love to help clean this up, and I'm sure they'd love to experience everything Yicksluberfest has to offer...."

Episode 12 - Discordant Harmony

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“There, all finished. Everything is finally perfect for our tea party!”

Discord put his mismatched hands on his hips, his smile growing wider as he scanned the room. A room that, through the hard work of he and his copies over the last hour, was absolutely, positively normal. Gone were the bags of ginseng that could actually sing, gone was the pinata with the serious sneezing problem, gone was the flying teapot with wings. Even his floating furniture, a staple of his abode, had been wrangled to the floor by the laws of gravity, a truly boring sight in a usually chaotic home.

And, with Fluttershy stopping by, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Good job, gang.” The creature of chaos turned towards his hard-hat wearing brethren and grinned. “Now then, go and prepare the tea while I practice my lines. This party has to be perfect for Flutter—”

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Discord froze mid-speech. Was that…? It couldn’t be!

“Discord?” A soft, angelic voice that could only belong to his best friend came from outside the door. “I’m here for our tea party! I hope it’s alright that I’m early!”

Discord’s eyes widened. His pupils dilated to the size of pinpricks. Just when he thought he had everything under control, Fluttershy had gone and thrown a wrench in his plans. How was he supposed to know that she’d come early?

After a split second of panic, Discord took a deep breath to center himself, looked at his copies, and pointed them towards the kitchen. “Go and finish the tea. We’ll just have to find a way to preoccupy ourselves in the meantime.”

Nodding as his copies rushed off, Discord apprehensively made his way towards the door. His friendship with Fluttershy was one of—if not the—most important thing to him, so he felt like his nerves were completely founded. Everything he had worked on over the past day had been for this moment, this single tea party, and he couldn't fail now!

Pausing to take one last, deep breath, Discord worked up enough courage to open the door. There, looking up at him with a smile—the same smile that had warmed his chaotic heart all those years ago—was Fluttershy.

“Discord! I'm so excited to finally see where you live!”

He couldn’t help but return her smile with one of his own—even if his stomach was doing flips as he tried to remember his pre-planned lines. “G-greetings, friend. Please do come in.”

Holding open the door, Discord bit his bottom lip as the pegasus took a step inside. It was the moment of truth—would she look at his home in disgust? Horror? Maybe she’d end their friendship right then and there!

“I can't wait to see how... uh…” Fluttershy walked forward, paused, and then, for some reason, blushed. “Oh. Oh my.”

Discord had been prepared for many reactions, but he had certainly not been expecting embarrassment! “Is something amiss?”

The wings on Fluttershy’s back began to twitch. “Um, no, no, not at all. It's just not what I expected.” She licked her lips. “It's quite... lovely.”

Discord’s heart soared inside his chest. He had done it! Fluttershy thought his home was lovely! Oh, everything was going so much better than he had hoped!

“Oh, good!” He closed his eyes, bowed, and then waved a hand in the direction of his sofa. “Then please, take a seat!”

FOOMPH!

Fluttershy’s wings immediately sprang out from her sides. Discord, startled, watched as the mare’s face turned beet-red, her wide eyes never leaving—

Oh. ‘Oh my’ indeed!

Discord’s jaw fell to the floor—both figuratively and literally—as he followed Fluttershy’s gaze to the couch. A couch that was currently occupied by one of his copies, who was sprawled out on his back like he owned the thing. What had both Discord and Fluttershy’s attention, however, was between the draconequus’s legs—sticking straight up from a plump, fuzzy sheath was a familiar spire of bright blue flesh, one that already had a drop of chaotic seed perched upon its tip.

Discord’s heart fell into the pit of his stomach. A flying teapot was one thing, but having an erect version of himself sprawled out on the couch was another! What was his copy thinking!? Now Fluttershy was sure to end their friendship, especially seeing as he had just told her to ‘take a seat’!

“Oh, Fluttershy! I’m so sorry!” He shielded the mare’s eyes from view with a paw. “Give me a moment to fix this and then we can have our tea!”

A hoof landed on his outstretched arm. “Um, Discord?”

Discord winced. Here it comes! A friendship ruined! “Y-yes, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy gently pushed his hand away, her eyes still glued to the copy on the couch. “I think I’ll take that seat, if that’s alright with you….”

Discord put his mismatched hands on his hips, his smile growing wider as he scanned the room. A room that, through some convincing by a certain pegasus, was absolutely, positively chaotic. Singing bags of ginseng flew around the room, passing a sneezing pinata as they raced a teapot with wings. Even his floating furniture had returned, and on one was the most chaotic thing he had ever seen.

“Oh, Discord! More! Give me—mmph!”

Discord’s grin turned villainous as he looked between his legs, watching as a pair of butterfly-emblazoned cheeks bounced against his lap. Both he and Fluttershy—as well as most of his magical copies—were on the couch ‘passing the time’ as they waited for their tea, creating a tangled mess of limbs and fur. The copy who had gotten them all in this mess was still on his back, his arms wrapped around Fluttershy as he pistoned his cock in and out of her steamy depths. Discord himself was standing behind the mare, his shaft buried within the tight, constricting confines of her backdoor. Two more copies were crowding the opposite end of the couch, spit-roasting the mare between four lust-hungry draconequi looking to show her a good time.

Sure, it wasn’t a normal tea party, but he certainly wasn’t complaining!

Discord kept himself still for a moment, loving how the pony's ass squeezed around his shaft. The nice thing about having several of himselves fucking the mare at once was that he could feel everything they could. He could feel the mare's folds hugging his rod, feel the warm lines of mare-honey trickling down the contours of his sac, feel the mare's tongue dancing around his shaft. It was no surprise, then, that he could already feel a rumbling deep within his balls—nopony, not even a creature of chaos such as himself, could handle that amount of pleasure! Not that he had any intentions of ending their party so soon, of course—the host only finished once his guests had finished, and he was nothing if not a good host!

Eyes roaming up the curves of his friend’s back, Discord watched as two of his copies forcefully fed the mare their cocks. Fluttershy took the double face-fucking like a champ, eyes closed and cheeks rosy as she rode his other copy's shaft. She even had the wherewithal to reach out and play with their low-hanging sacs, jiggling their balls around as they brewed their special draconequus tea.

Gaze returning to the cleft of his friend’s ass, each voluptuous mound already pink from their chaotic coupling, Discord brought his hands down and began to pull out. Inch after inch of bright blue cock slipped from the mare’s anus, tugging on the dark, puffed-out ring of flesh as it exited. Both his paw and claw began kneading her plot as he reached the apex of his thrust, only to give the mounds a hearty slap as he shoved forward again. The tapered tip of his rod punched through with ease, piercing her ponut like a mighty spear. His stay inside would be much shorter lived than the last, though he wouldn’t be gone for long—in the blink of an eye he began thrusting like a draconequus possessed, rutting the mare's ass with butt-slapping humps that filled the room with sound.

“Hey!” Discord glanced towards the kitchen to see another one of his copies, this one with a cliche chef hat upon its head. “Hurry it up! The tea is almost ready!”

Discord rolled his eyes, hips still slamming his cock back and forth. “Oh, don’t be such a party pooper!” He glanced at the two Discords opposite him, noting that, somehow, one of them had wedged himself balls deep between Fluttershy’s lips—literally balls deep, and as the mare gargled on fat, draconequus sac Discord felt a rush of chaotic pride. “Nice job, me! But, you heard the man. Let’s wrap this up!”

In almost perfect harmony the gaggle of Discords all nodded their heads, and in almost perfect syncopation they matched their original's torrent pace. Fluttershy let loose a high-pitched, ball-muffled squeal as she was bred as hard and as fast as the draconequi could go, her muscles locking up as she hung on for the ride. The added tightness brought Discord even greater pleasure, making his balls tighten as they prepared to relinquish their creamy load.

Fluttershy, however, would be the first to go. Eyes wide and wings stiff on her back, the pegasus moaned around draconequus nuts as she clenched around draconequus shaft. The warm, velveteen folds clamped down on the meaty rod like a vice, holding it in place as if daring it to dump its seed into her womb. That, plus the added sensation of her backdoor squeezing him like a stress-ball, was more than enough to send Discord over the edge. This, in turn, finished his copies off as well, and all four draconequi hissed in pleasure as their shafts began to spasm. Gooey lines of seed shot from their cocks and filled their respective holes, dousing Fluttershy's mouth, pussy, and ponut with their chaotic cum.

"Whew...." Discord wiped his forehead as his orgasm came to an end, shaft still buried balls deep beneath Fluttershy's tail. "Well, that certainly was... chaotic."

Looking up, Discord watched as the two copies at his friend's face pulled themselves free with a wet pop, leaving the mare panting in satisfaction as their spit-soaked junk dangled between their legs. Fluttershy, clearly exhausted, leaned forward and began lapping at their softening rods, cleaning them as they receded into their sheaths. Only once the two-toned flesh had disappeared did she relent, and even then she simply moved down to their balls, kissing their spent sacs as if thanking them for the load now sloshing inside her stomach.

"Mmph!" Discord grunted, his cock flexing as he felt every teasing lick his copies had to endure. He could feel himself getting hard again, his balls not yet fully spent, but, with a metallic clang, his chef-copy interrupted their afterglow by setting a tray down on a nearby table.

"There, tea is served! Quickly now, don't want it getting cold, do you?"

Discord grinned. "Ah, good! Hear that, Fluttershy? The tea is—"

He looked down, only to see the mare passed out on the couch, head mashed against the cushion and ass pressed into his lap. On her lips was a small, delicate smile, the same kind of smile that, even if there were strands of cum on her face, always had a way of warming his heart from the inside out.

He smiled. "Well, I guess the tea can wait...."

Episode 13 - The Perfect Pear (by Jade Ring)

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Annie Smith-Apple glared over the fence at the object of her undisguised hatred. “What have I told you about spyin’ on Apple Family secrets in the dead of night?!”

Grand Pear snorted angrily from his side of the fence. “How dare you try to turn the tables on me. You were the one spying on us!”

“Oh, that makes a lot of sense.” Annie rolled her eyes. “Because our apples are in such dire need of help this season that I would resort to usin’ pear growin’ techniques. Is that right?”

“That makes as much sense as me tryin’ to find out which apple-growing techniques would best work on pear trees.” Grand Pear sneered.

Annie grit her teeth. That was a fair point, not that she’d ever give her most hated rival any indication that he’d gotten one over on her. “Well then, what are you doin’ here in the dead of night? Scavengin’ fer nightcrawlers to sate a midnight snack?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Grand Pear put a hoof to his forehead in mock-distress. “I had no idea that I needed permission from the uptight bitch next door to take a stroll on my property.”

“What did you call me?!” Annie pawed the ground, itching to charge at the stallion and tear him a new one. “Figures a Pear would be trash enough to use such language in front of a lady.”

“Oh, is there a lady around?” Grand Pear looked around. “I must apologize to her for using such coarse language. I’m sure she’d understand after I’ve told her that you have to talk low to low ponies.”

“Go buck yourself!” Annie screamed.

“Language, Miss Annie!” Grand Pear smirked. “There’s a lady hiding somewhere in your worm-infested groves. We wouldn’t want to offend her delicate sensibilities.” He chuckled as he turned to go.

“If that’s how you talk to mares, it’s no wonder yer wife left you.” Annie called to his back.

Grand Pear froze and turned back, eyes blazing. “How dare you…?”

“Or was it somethin’ else?” Annie grinned fiercely. “Maybe you were lackin’ in another department and she decided to trade up to somepony a little… bigger.”

“I am plenty big, thank you very much!” Grand Pear stomped back towards the fence, glaring daggers at the green mare.

“Size ain’t nothin’ if you don’t know how to use it.” Annie pressed her advantage, pleased that she’d finally gotten under the stallion’s skin. “Two pump chump, are you? That poor mare…”

“You seem awfully interested in the sex lives of others, Miss Annie.” Grand Pear lowered his head and snorted. “What’s the matter? Nopony want to plow that field of yours since your husband died?”

“As if that’s any of your business, you horse’s ass!”

Now it was Grand Pear’s turn to press his own advantage. “I mean, how hard can it be to find a farmhand desperate enough to give you a roll in the hay every now and then? You’d probably be less of a bitch if you let somepony put the straps to you every once and a while.”

“And maybe you wouldn’t be such a bastard if you stuck that brittle stick you call a dick into more than a larded up hole in one of your precious pear trees every now and then!”

Grand Pear planted his hooves on the fence and hoisted himself up on two legs. “Where do you get off saying that to me, you dried up, over-used…”

Annie mirrored him, pushing her face so close to his that she could bite him if she so wished. “And what are you gonna do about it, you limp-dicked, manure for brains…”

“Worm-infested…!”

“Good fer nothin’….”

“Crotchety…!”

“Spineless…!”

“Fuck you!”

“No.” Grand Pear pushed his forehead against Annie’s and pushed. “Fuck you!”

Annie pushed back, not giving an inch. “Fuck YOU!”

“FUUUUUUCK YOU!” Grand Pear roared as loudly as he could.

Silence descended on the grove, the only sound the panting of the two middle-aged ponies as they stared daggers at each other. They could each smell the skin of their adversary, taste the breath of their eternal foe.

Annie swallowed hard and bit her lip. “Fuck me.”

Grand Pear’s lips smashed into hers so hard their teeth clacked.

Annie pulled back with nothing but reproach on her face. “Consarnit, I told you to fuck me, not to kiss me.” She licked her lips, gave it a thought, and then returned the kiss with equal vigor.

The two enemies groped at each other over the fence, their caresses rough and unsentimental. The aged wood began to creak under their weight as their bodies unconsciously tried to climb it at the same time in a desperate bid to get at the other. The whole section of the structure they were leaning against collapsed with a dry snap and the pair hit the grass like two writhing, moaning sacks of laundry. They rolled in the dewy grass, unmindful of the occasional rock or bit of broken fence.

Annie finally had enough waiting and pushed the stallion away. Before he could protest, she’d rolled onto her stomach and lifted her haunches in the air. “Come on then.” She commanded. “Get to it.”

Under normal circumstances, Grand Pear would have taken umbrage with an Apple telling a Pear to do anything, but he was just too horny to care at this point. He was hard enough that he imagined he could knock a hole in the fence behind him (if the fence hadn’t already been broken by this point.) He mounted her quickly and sank his full length into her, barely restraining a groan as he plunged into her warm wetness.

Annie smirked even as she gasped from the sensation of being filled. “How do ya like that Apple pussy, Grand Pear? Got anythin’ that nice over on yer farm?”

Grand Pear snorted as he adjusted his hooves on the ground for a better stance. “Honestly? I thought you’d be tighter. Maybe you have been getting more friendly with the farm hands than I believed.”

Annie looked back at him, familiar fire burning in her eyes. “Are you callin’ me a slut now?”

“Well, you do have about twenty-two inches of Pear cock inside you at the moment.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “That sure don’t feel like something that big. I think you might be exaggerating just a tad.”

Grand Pear narrowed his eyes, withdrew slightly, and ran home just as hard as he could.

Annie let out a gasp in surprise and pleasure.

Grand Pear smirked. “Feeling it now?”

Annie turned away with a sniff and rolled her hips. “Shut up and rut me.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Grand Pear began fucking the mare beneath him in earnest.

Annie pawed at the grass as she pushed back against each of his thrusts. “Come on now, I know you can go harder than that.”

Grand Pear grit his teeth. If that was how this mare wanted it, then that’s how it was gonna be. He readjusted his grip on her hips and really started hammering her.

Annie groaned appreciatively, her tongue lolling from her mouth. “That’s it. I, ah, I knew you had i-it in you.”

“Celestia above, do you ever stop talking?”Grand Pear grunted, not stopping his thrusting even the slightest bit. “Maybe I should turn you around and put that mouth of yours to better use.”

“Like I would ever put a Pear in my mouth.”

“Keep it up, and you’ll get a Pear in your ass instead.”

“…don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Grand Pear moaned at the idea. “You really are filthy, aren’t you? Know what happens to filthy mares on my farm?”

“Wha-OW!” Annie cried out as Grand Pear’s hoof came crashing down on her flank. She glared back at him. “Did you just spank me?”

“Yes I did? Got a problem with that?”

“…Do it again.”

Again Grand Pear brought a hoof down on her flank. He grinned at her resulting cry and gave her a third for good measure. He saw her starting to open her mouth again and silenced her next comment with a fourth spank on her supple and muscled flesh. “I’m just going to have to rut you so senseless that you can’t harp at me anymore, aren’t I?”

“I’m hearin’ a whole lot of talk and not feelin’ a whole lot of coAHHHHN!” Her latest barb died as Grand Pear doubled his speed and strength, his hardness striking a spot inside her that hadn’t been touched in years.

Their words died as they rutted like wild animals in the dead of night. The air was filled by their grunts and moans, by the wet slap as their bodies collided, and by the almost lewd squelching of their coupling.

Annie made a sort of choked squeal as she came for the third or fourth time, her muscles burning and tingling from the sort of release she’d been denied since her husband’s death. “Are… are ya close?”

He grunted, but she knew the answer was yes from the feel of his swelling flare deep inside her.

“Don’t cum inside me.”

Grand Pear didn’t stop his thrusting in the slightest. He could feel his orgasm approaching rapidly. “What… what makes you think I was going to? Like any Apple womb is worthy of superior Pear seed.”

“I f-f-fucking hate you.”

“I know you do. Now come here.” Grand Pear pulled out and spun the surprised mare around in one quick movement. When she opened her mouth to question or complain, he simply pushed his length into it, grunting as he came.

Annie got over her surprise quickly and swallowed as much as she was able, only letting a few drops escape her lips and run down her sweat-soaked coat.

They fell apart, utterly spent. They lay that way for several minutes, just cooling in the night air and reflecting on what they’d just done.

“Well.” Annie said after a while, drawing a circle in the grass with her hoof. “That… that wasn’t bad.”

“No it wasn’t.” Grand Pear looked over at her, a genuine smile on his face. “But then I’ve always had a thing for green mares.”

Annie surprised herself by returning the smile. “I may not care for you, Grand Pear, but yer not a bad stallion.”

“And you’re not a bad mare, Annie Smith.” He sighed. “Nopony can ever know about this. And we can never do this again.”

Annie nodded, her smile fading.

“And you’ll have to pay for my busted fence, of course.”

Annie’s jaw dropped. “Now listen here, you dimwitted oaf; I will not just sit here and…!”

Safe in their hiding spot a few yards away, Bright Mac Apple and Pear Butter watched as their parents again began to argue.

“Well… this was unexpected.” Bright Mac deadpanned.

“Eeyup.” Pear Butter nodded.

They watched as the argument escalated to the point that the two were again in each other’s face. Within minutes, the two bitter enemies were once again locked in a passionate embrace.

“There they go again. Gosh, they could be out here for hours.” Bright Mac shook his head.

An idea suddenly came to Pear Butter. She smirked up at her special somepony. “You wanna come see my room?”

Bright Mac grinned. “Race you.”

Episode 13 - The Perfect Pear

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Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Big Macintosh were on a quest to learn about their parents. They had made their way to Sugarcube Corner after talking with Goldie Delicious and Burnt Oak, and were now listening to Mrs. Cake reminisce about their mother, Pear Butter. The matron Cake, who used to go by the name Chiffon Swirl, had revealed that Pear was the one that convinced her to pursue baking, almost as if their mother knew what she was supposed to do long before she did.

Applejack, beaming with pride, nudged her little sister in the side. “Just like you, sugarcube! Or rather, you're just like her!”

Mrs. Cake smiled. “That was the first of many cakes for me, and Buttercup was with me through it all. She'd be my taste-tester, help with the decorating, and prep new ingredients. Over the years, I perfected my recipes. Your mom did so much for me.” The older mare’s cheeks, for some reason, started turning pink. “One day, I wanted to surprise her with a cake….”

Chiffon Swirl trotted down the path between Sweet Apple Acre’s and the Pear family’s farm, eyes bouncing back and forth in search of her best friend, Pear Butter. Balanced on her back was a pear cake—possibly her greatest one yet—that she wanted to give the mare as thanks. Yet, even with the sun shining bright overhead, she saw no hide nor hair of her pear-picking friend.

“Pear?” Chiffon called out. “Pear Butter? You out here? I have a—”

“Mmm!”

Chiffon perked up. That sounded like Bright Mac! If he was around, then Pear Butter must be close! Those two were as inseparable as peanut butter and jam! Come to think of it, they seemed rather close for friends….

Following the sound, Chiffon hurried deeper into the Pear family farm. She couldn’t help it—the cake on her back was sure to be her best, but not if they didn’t eat it soon! So it was completely reasonable that, once she spied the top of Bright Mac’s stetson over a nearby bush, she rushed over without a second thought.

“Bright Mac? Is Pear with—oh.”

Chiffon froze. She had found her friend, all right.

There, gasping beneath Bright Mac as they bucked like rabbits in heat, was Pear Butter. Neither of the lovebirds had heard her approach, but their constant moans and groans had quite obviously drowned her out. Both were on a picnic blanket facing away from Chiffon, leaving her with a front row seat to the show—not a show she had expected to see, but quite a provocative one nonetheless!

Too stunned to look away, Chiffon watched as Bright Mac’s farm-toned thighs flexed against her friend’s pear-shaped ass. Bright’s tail, the only privacy a stallion had in day-to-day life, was hiked up and over his back, showing off his rigid length and prize-worthy ‘apples’ as they went to work—and Bright was nothing if not a hard worker! Each of his thrusts had the power to knock an apple from a tree, yet Pear took them with ease. She even pushed herself back to meet him halfway, shocking Chiffon with thunder-esque claps that filled the orchard with sound.

“Whoa….” Chiffon whispered, her heart pounding in her chest. The scene was having quite the effect on her—not only was she short of breath, but she also felt a warmth forming between her legs, and she blushed as her tail began lifting into the air. She could always blame it on youthful hormones, of course, but she’d be lying if she said the pair of rutting ponies weren’t a factor, too!

With a quick glance to check if anyone else was around, Chiffon carefully placed her cake on the ground, sat back, spread her legs, and brought a hoof to her already-wet lips. Peering through the bush to watch the two lovers, she began clopping herself off, hoof matching the pace of Bright’s butt-shattering thrusts. Even from a distance she could see her friend’s pussy, stretched apart by Mac’s massive pride, clench down around him like a vice, daring him to plant his seed in the fertile fields of her womb. Bright took her up on that unspoken challenge, hips moving harder and faster with each consecutive thrust, slamming his fat sac against his mare's weeping lips.

“Celestia above, what I would give to have a stallion rut me like that!” Chiffon bit her bottom lip as she started fiddling with her clit, the grass beneath her already wet with her juices. “Some big, strong stallion that can pick me up and bring me to his bedroom and fuck me all night long! Or maybe even a tall, lanky pony that likes baking just as much as me. That would be good, too!”

“Oh, Mac!” Pear stretched herself out like a cat, back arching and head dropping as she pressed herself into Bright Mac’s lap. “Keep going! Just like that!”

Chiffon’s clit winked as Mac, with a snort, wrapped a hoof around Pear’s waist and started hammering away, exchanging length for pure, animalistic power in his thrusts. Droplets of Pear-juice rolled down the curves of Mac’s testicles, each glistening in the light as they fell towards the ground. The stallion was a machine, built to fulfill a single purpose—rut the mare beneath him until he filled her with his seed. Just the taboo of what she was seeing—an Apple fucking a Pear!—was enough to put Chiffon on the edge, and she pressed even harder between her legs as she felt the dam begin to burst.

“Mmm!” Bright Mac threw his head back, sending several drops of sweat into the air. “Buttercup! I’m… I’m…!”

Pear Butter’s tail wrapped around the stallion's leg as she continued meeting his thrusts halfway. “Don’t you dare pull out, Mac! Fill me up!”

Bright Mac thrust once, twice, three times before, finally, he buried himself balls deep, arched his back, and whinnied as he unleashed a torrent of seed deep into his mare’s womb. And a true torrent it was—after only a few clenches of the farm pony’s ass, thick gushes of cum began rocketing out of Pear Butter’s pussy, leaving white lines in the fabric of their picnic blanket.

Chiffon's mouth watered as she watched globs of genetic goo spurt from her best friend's cunt, a noticeable bulge forming just above the pear farmer's waist. She could only imagine what that must of felt like—powerful blasts of cum blasting against her walls, warming her from the inside out as sperm sought out her egg—and imagine she did. She imagined herself in her friend’s position, face down and ass up with cum dribbling down the inside of her thigh. She imagined having a stallion’s hoof between her legs instead of her own, working her clit as he emptied his balls into her womb. She imagined him pulling out, slipping free with a wet pop and an audible gush of cum on the floor. She then imagined herself getting pregnant, imagined herself having twins—her stallion would be far too virile for a single foal, of course!—and imagined herself living the rest of her life with him, waking up beside him with the smell of freshly baked goods in the air. Goods baked in their very own bakery, where they would treat all of Ponyville with the greatest desserts Equestria had ever eaten!

And that was what sent Chiffon over the edge. Hey, a mare can have dreams, right?

Chiffon bit her bottom lip as her marehood began to clench, sending slick lines of her juices onto the grass. Her hoof did not relent, rubbing her clit to send her climax to greater and greater heights. The edges of her vision blurred as the pleasure poured in, a glazed look in her eyes as she stared at the point of connection between Pear and Mac. The stallion was resting atop his mare, stomach pressed against her back as he rested balls deep beneath her tail. Droplets of cum continued cascading from her friend's battered lips, coating their crotches in a concoction of love. A flash of herself helping them clean up afterward sent Chiffon's climax into overdrive, every muscle in her body tensing as they were alight with pleasure.

And then, the unthinkable.

She moaned. Loudly.

Chiffon’s eyes widened as her hoof rocketed up to her mouth, far too late to stop the sound from escaping into the air. Then, she heard Pear gasp—both because of the fact that Bright and she had been found, and because the stallion had yanked himself free of her passage with a start. Chiffon watched with wide eyes as the stallion's cock, all foot and a half of it, slipped free from her friend's cunt, the entire length coated with a slick layer of cum. Pear's lips sat open, stretched out by her stallion's pride to close all the way. This left Chiffon with a perfect line-of-sight to her friend's well-fucked walls, letting her see Bright Mac's cum deep inside her passage, and even as the stallion spotted her she was too stunned to run away.

Pear Butter spun around with a start, only to relax as she saw her friend. “Oh, it’s just you.”

Chiffon shook her head, stood up, and smiled, sheepishly. “Sorry, I just brought you a little something to say thank you.” She looked over at Mac, looked down at his slowly receding cock, and then looked away with a blush. “But I… see you’re… busy. Heh….”

Pear Butter chuckled, a blush coming to both her and her stallion’s cheeks. “Promise you won’t say anything?”

Chiffon nodded and made a zipper motion over her lips. “Your secret is safe with me!”

"Thanks!" Pear looked at Bright, nodded, then turned back towards Chiffon with a sultry look in her eyes. “Judging by the mess you made back there, I think I know just the way to repay you….”

Chiffon blushed, her eyes once again drawn to Bright Mac’s shaft. A shaft that was beginning to stir, slipping out of his sheath for another round of play.

Chiffon bit her bottom lip, glanced at the cake she had left behind the bush, and sighed. “Well, I guess the cake can wait….”

Bright Mac smiled. “Good, cause I’m going to—Mrs. Cake?”

Chiffon looked at the stallion, quizzically. “What?”

The apple farmer licked his lips. “I said, I’m going to—Mrs. Cake!”

Mrs. Cake, her mind back in Sugarcube Corner, jumped with a start. In front of her were Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Big Macintosh, and all three of the Apple siblings were looking at her like she had grown a second head.

“S-sorry.” She blushed as she felt a familiar warmth between her legs. “What was that?”

Apple Bloom perked up. “It’s okay, Mrs. Cake. I forget what I was going to say too, sometimes. You were about to tell us how you baked a gift for our mom?”

“Oh, um….” The older mare thought for a second, looking for an obvious way out. “Actually, never mind that. In fact, if you want to find out more, you should go ask Mayor Mare. She’ll be able to tell you about your parent’s love story!”

“Oh, okay!” Applejack turned around and motioned for her siblings to follow. “Thanks, Mrs. Cake! C’mon gang, let’s go talk to the Mayor!”

With passing nods that Mrs. Cake happily returned, the Apple siblings made their way out of Sugarcube Corner. Only once they left did Mrs. Cake dare breathe, and only after several moments had passed did she walk out from behind the counter. Her tail was flagged up and over her back, letting the air wash over her dampening lips. Memories from that day came at her in droves, sending her clit into a frenzy of winks that would make a mare in estrus blush. Even now she could feel Mac's shaft pulsing inside her pussy, taste the seed she had cleaned off of his shaft with the help of her best friend, feel Pear's lips against her own as they swapped the stallion's cum. While she never really loved Bright Mac—especially when compared to her husband—the pleasures she had shared with her friend would be something she'd never forget. A truly cherished memory with a mare that could never be replaced.

“Well, that certainly got me going.” She closed her eyes and smiled as a waft of something came from the kitchen. “Carrot must be baking. Carrot cake, by the smell of it.” She glanced at the door, glanced at the kitchen, and then made her way towards the former with a sultry grin. “That’ll give us plenty of time.”

Flipping the OPEN sign over to CLOSED, Mrs. Cake tossed her apron to the floor and marched into the kitchen, ready to be rutted just like her friend had been that fateful day….

Episode 14 - Fame and Misfortune

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Twilight couldn’t help but smile: Ponyville Park was absolutely packed with ponies reading the Friendship Journal! Having Starlight make copies of it was one of her best decisions yet! Not only were ponies reading more, which was always a good thing in her book—Hah, get it? Book?—but they were learning valuable friendship lessons, too. Though, for some reason, she hadn’t seen a single foal with the purple and gold tome. She had thought the journal would be a classroom hit, yet only ponies her age and older were reading it.

“Ah well,” she thought to herself as she passed Caramel and Noteworthy, each of whom were sitting on a bench with their heads in the book, “it’s not like you stop learning once you're grown up! Plenty of ponies my age have friendship problems that—”

“Wow,” she heard Caramel mutter as she passed, “who knew Fluttershy of all ponies would be into that?”

Twilight paused. What were they talking about?

Noteworthy shook his head, neither stallion noticing the alicorn who was now listening in. “If you thought that was surprising, just wait until Rarity does it to Twilight!”

“What? No way!” Caramel, with a surge of excitement, began flipping through his book. “I didn’t think Rarity would be into that, what with how messy Twilight is when she pops!”

Twilight’s cheeks were on fire. There wasn’t anything like that in the Friendship Journal!

“Hey man, don’t skip too far ahead!” Noteworthy said with a smirk. “You’ll miss the part where Twilight gets both Applejack and Big Macintosh in bed at once! Princess privileges, am I right?”

Twilight’s eyes widened. How had they heard about that? That was only last week! There was no way Big Mac had blabbed about it, and Applejack had promised not to sleep-and-tell. In fact, the only thing that knew about their special ‘get-together’ was her private journal, a purple and gold book that she kept in her—

Oh. Oh buck.

Charging over with a wild look in her eyes, Twilight ripped the book from Noteworthy’s hooves and began flipping through it. Pinkie Pie fucking her with a strap-on. Rainbow hoofing her mid-air. Herself rimming Rarity’s sweet, marshmallow ass. There was no doubt about it—this was her private journal, the one where she recorded all of her sexual encounters in excruciating detail. For purely scientific reasons, of course!

But now, she realized in horror, half of Ponyville—nay, half of Equestria!—was reading about them right now.

Noteworthy sat back and smiled at the look of horror on Twilight’s face. “Oh, Princess Twilight! Didn’t see you there! We were just reading your new book!” He adjusted himself, stallion-spreading his legs to reveal his orange-sized balls and a sheath that was far too plump to be proper. “Gotta say, this is the best thing I’ve read in a long time!”

Caramel, his own copy of the book still in hoof, looked up from his reading material with a blush. “Yeah. You have one vivid imagination, Twilight.”

Twilight stared at the two in shock. What was she supposed to do now? Her mind began to race—if she devised a spell that teleported every single book in Equestria to her castle, then she could sort out and incinerate all the copies of her private journal! It was a foal-proof plan! Now she just needed a reason to excuse herself and everything would be fine!

“I, uh, think I left my refrigerator running back at the castle, so I gotta—”

‘Wait….’ Twilight paused as she turned to leave—not because she realized how flimsy her excuse was, but because her mind had finally registered what Caramel had said. ‘Did Caramel say imagination? Does he not think I did all those things?’

She turned back around, her face scrunched up in thought. “I’m sorry, but did you say... imagination?”

“Uh…” Caramel mumbled as he shared a glance with the stallion beside him, “yes?”

Noteworthy shrugged. “I mean, yeah. It’s a work of fiction, right?” He chuckled. “It’s not like you actually did this stuff. You're a princess! Princesses don’t do these kinds of things!”

Twilight scoffed. If only he knew what she and Celestia did after their ‘private lessons’!

“I’ll have you know that being a princess doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy sex! Sexual intercourse is a great way to relieve stress! Trust me, I’ve read several books on the subject!”

Noteworthy and Caramel turned towards each other. Then, after a moment of awkward silence, they busted out laughing, one wrapping their foreleg around the other to keep themselves from falling over.

“Pff, haha! Good one, Twilight!” Noteworthy said as he wiped a jovial tear from his eye. “You, getting down and dirty? I’d have to see it to believe it!”

Caramel grinned. “Yeah, sorry, Twilight. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t see a mare whose go-to for fun is reading being all that exciting between the sheets.”

The heat in Twilight’s cheeks spread to encompass her entire head, but it was no longer born of embarrassment. Saying that she didn’t have an exciting sex life because she was a princess was one thing, but saying that it was because she read books? That was another thing entirely! How dare they say that reading could have any negative effects! She’d show them!

Noteworthy nudged his friend in the ribs, not noticing the glow that had encompassed Twilight's horn. “Hey, hold up, ‘Mel. I’ve heard it’s always the quiet, nerdy types who—whoa!”

Caramel nearly fell off the bench in shock as his friend’s crotch was enveloped with purple magic. “P-Princess Twilight!? What are you-oooooh!”

Twilight stepped forward, smirking as she massaged the stallions’ balls and sheaths with well-practiced strokes—the kind of strokes that could only come from somepony who knew exactly what they were doing. “What was that? I can’t be ‘exciting between the sheets’?” Her eyes narrowed as she closed in on her prey. “Then what do you call this!”

A gasped moan rang out in Ponyville Park as Twilight, without warning, shoved her head between Noteworthy’s legs to meet his rapidly growing cock. Her magic held the shaft in place as she planted a kiss on its tip, preventing it from escaping anything but the confines of its sheath. She wasted no time in opening her lips once it had, letting the turgid length slip into the welcoming cavern of her mouth. Inch after inch of rigid cock-flesh slid across her tongue, letting her feel every bump and ridge of the stallion’s impressive rod. While it certainly wasn’t the largest she’d ever had—Big Macintosh wasn’t big in just name, after all—Noteworthy was certainly above-average for his size. So, with steely-eyed determination, she began sucking the stallion off, tongue curling around his cock as her magic moved to play with his balls.

“Holy hay-fries!” Caramel stared in shock—and quite a bit of awe, too—as Twilight took his friend into her mouth, his own cock beginning to stir. “Princess! We’re in Ponyville Park! Somepony could see—”

Twilight pulled back from Noteworthy’s lap with a long, lewd slurp, letting his spit-covered length slip from her now-smiling lips. “Shh, Caramel. Haven’t you heard of exhibitionism? It’s actually quite thrilling!” She moved her head from one pony’s lap to the other, and she was pleased to see Caramel’s already half-erect length resting against his thigh. “I would know, Rainbow and I practice it here every couple of weeks!”

Caramel shivered as the alicorn’s breath washed across his crotch, sending the rest of his stallionhood spilling from his sheath in record-setting time. Twilight locked eyes with him as it booped her muzzle, and she chuckled at the embarrassed look that came over his face. A bead of pre dribbled from the tip and, without breaking eye-contact, she dabbed it away with her tongue, gracing her tastebuds with the heady flavor of a stallion’s seed. Judging by how loose they sat in their dark brown sac, she figured Caramel’s ‘apples’ had plenty more where that came from. So, with a lick of her lips, she took him into her mouth, sliding her way down until her nose pressed into his pelvis and her chin rested against his balls.

Noteworthy, still reeling from having a mare’s mouth around his member, shook his head to try and wake up from what surely had to be a dream. His spit-soaked shaft lurched as the park around him didn’t fade away and when Twilight shot him a look—the kind of look that said “are you going to join us or not?”—he scrambled off the bench, legs buckling beneath him as his cock slapped against his stomach.

“Oh man oh man oh man,” Noteworthy mumbled in disbelief as he walked behind Twilight, his heart hammering inside his chest as the purple mounds of her plot came into view. “This is crazy! Awesome, but crazy!”

Twilight rolled her eyes. A three-way in a public park was ‘crazy’? That was just another Tuesday for her! Time to show these stallions she meant business!

Noteworthy’s eyes widened as Twilight, with a sensual sway of her tail, revealed everything to him. The dark purple lips of her marehood sat perfectly between her flanks, pouting at the base and narrowing towards her anus. Glistening lines of her excitement already coated her thighs, darkening her fur and forming a noticeable wet spot on the ground. The folds even parted for him with a wink, showing off her bright pink insides for a teasing instant that sent a fresh wave of blood to his crotch.

The stallion stood there, too dumbstruck to make a move. At least until Twilight—who had started bobbing her head back and forth between Caramel’s legs, much to the earth pony’s delight—flicked her tail against his chin, sending her scent straight up his nostrils and into his brain. A fog of lust descended over his thoughts, causing his vision to focus in on the alicorn’s plot. Then, with a near-feral snort of determination, he leapt up and mounted the Princess of Friendship, wrapping his hooves around her waist and poking her marehood with his cock.

Twilight moaned around Caramel’s length as Noteworthy’s pressed against her lips, pushing and prodding the folds of labia in his quest to penetrate her pussy. She reached out with her magic as she took Caramel balls deep, prying the cheeks of her ass apart to give the stallion better access to his target. Once, twice, three times Noteworthy pushed at her gates, each time slipping beneath her belly in his animalistic haste. But while the feeling of his cock grinding against her clit was pleasurable, Twilight still had—in her mind—an important point to prove, even if she wasn’t sure what that point was anymore. So, as she pulled her head back from Caramel’s lap, dragging her tongue across the underside of his shaft as she did, she grabbed Noteworthy’s cock with her magic and helped him push inside.

All three ponies moaned as Noteworthy slid his hips forward, plunging his cock between Twilight’s legs and sending her forward into Caramel’s. Twilight found herself stuffed in no time at all, her juices providing ample lube for the stallion’s turgid tool. When he drew himself back she did her best to follow, letting inch after inch of Caramel’s dick slip from her lips. Noteworthy paused once only the tip was inside, leaving Twilight suckling on his friend’s flare like a hard piece of candy. Then, just as suddenly as the first, he thrust forward for the second time, sending his cock punching towards her womb and Caramel’s into the back of her throat.

“Oh man…” Caramel sighed as Noteworthy quickly settled into a rhythm, sending Twilight sliding back and forth on his cock. “This is amazing!”

Twilight moaned as she was fucked from both ends. She had to admit, this really was amazing! In all her years of reading—and all her years of experimenting with her friends—she had never thought of this! She didn’t even have to exert herself in sucking Caramel off—the power behind Noteworthy’s thrusts took care of that. All she had to do was close her eyes and hang on for the ride, a ride that, as the stallion on her back whinnied in need, she realized was fast approaching its end.

‘Pff, lightweights….’

Caramel leaned back in his seat, eyes clenched and head lolled back as he grabbed Twilight’s head with each of his hooves. “Sweet Celestia….” His hips began meeting the alicorn whenever she was forced between his legs, slapping his balls against her chin and sending his cock down into her constantly clenching throat. “I’m close!”

Noteworthy snorted as he hunched over Twilight, hips slamming his cock so hard between her legs that the resulting slaps sounded like claps of thunder in Ponyville Park. Warm lines of the alicorn’s excitement ran down his sac, joining the already-sizeable spot beneath their hooves. The mare’s folds clenched around him each time he thrust, massaging the bloated edges of his flare when he drew his hips back. The pleasure was becoming too much—his legs were shaking, his lungs were burning, and his balls had pulled towards his body as they got ready to unleash their creamy load. All it would take was one last burst of bliss to push him over the edge—

—and, as he shoved himself balls-deep between the alicorn’s legs, Twilight provided that push with a well-timed wink.

Noteworthy’s eyes widened as every muscle in his body tensed up, locking him in place as Twilight’s marehood closed in for the kill. His vision went dark, only to burst in an extravagant array of colors as his cock began to convulse. Salvo after salvo of thick, gooey seed launched from the bloated tip of his flare and splashed against the alicorn’s walls, painting her insides white with cum. And he didn't stop there—his seed began spurting out around his shaft once Twilight had been filled, coating her thighs with his cream.

The feeling of warmth that spread throughout Twilight’s body as she was filled had her moaning around Caramel’s cock, and the resulting vibrations—plus the excitement that came with fucking a princess in the middle of a park—sent the stallion over the edge. Twilight’s eyes widened as the stallion’s rod convulsed, only to flutter closed as it dumped its seed straight into her stomach. Caramel's climax was no less messy than Noteworthy's—it might have been even more so, in fact, especially as, with a moan of approval, she pulled her head back, letting his stallionhood out into the air where it could coat her face in cream. Just a single line of cum across her cheek was enough to send her over the edge, leaving all three ponies quivering as they rode the pleasure out.

One by one the trio came down from their respective highs. Noteworthy stayed inside Twilight once he did, keeping his slowly softening shaft tucked in the cum-covered bed of her body. Only once the mare stopped clenching around him did he dismount, pulling his length from her pussy with a wet pop. That left Caramel, who slumped back in his seat with a sigh of relief as his balls ran dry. Each of the stallions was left panting like they had just run a marathon, and Noteworthy plopped down beside his friend to catch his breath.

"Okay... maybe you did do all those things...."

Twilight smirked as she used her magic to clean herself up. "And what did we learn today?"

Caramel and Noteworthy shared a questioning glance. "That mares who read books are absolute freaks between the sheets?"

Twilight opened her mouth to reply, but paused without saying a word. Was that the point she had been trying to get across?

She shrugged. "Sure, let's go with that!"

Episode 16 - Campfire Tales (by 621Chopsuey)

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The night was lovely at Winsome Falls. The sky hung overhead as a canvas of stars and clouds that spewed streams of color, prismatic color that poured into the lake below. The rush of the waterfalls -- the one on land as well as the clouds -- accompanied the chorus of chirping crickets whose nocturnal orchestra carried off into wild expanse beyond.

The ambiance served as a perfect cover for Apple Bloom. She sat up against a tree, the coarse bark against her back barely registering in her brain as her senses were otherwise occupied by many sensations elsewhere. Her hoof situated between her legs, Apple Bloom glided it over her folds, which steadily grew damp and damper with her ministrations. The occasional grunt or gasp escaped her lips, testimonies to her pleasure muffled by the nearby falls.

Ever since she first heard the legend of Rockhoof, Apple Bloom held an admiration for the figure. His bravery, his might, his transformation from a gangly wannabe into the legendary member of the Mighty Helm. So much that, as time wore on, Apple Bloom’s admiration blossomed into inspiration in more ways than one, though some could argue it to be infatuation. Whichever the case, Rockhoof nevertheless took his place as the filly’s favorite legend, and at the moment he starred in a legendary role for Apple Bloom’s fantasy.

The rubbing continued as Apple Bloom closed her eyes. Imagination took over, crafting a setting suitable for her needs. The shelter morphed into a quaint earth pony village, the sound of the rushing falls shifted into the surf of the nearby sea, the crickets’ chirps evolved into the distant chatter of villagers. From the darkness emerged a blue earth pony whose brawn and ginger mane rivaled those of her big brother. He gazed down at Apple Bloom with a look of hunger in his eyes, a hunger born from the stresses of travel, battle, and all-around heroism. The rock hard shaft bobbing between his legs twitched as testament to said needs. A drop of pre-cum had already formed at the tip and begun its journey down to earth in a strand that shimmered in the moonlight.

Apple Bloom’s clitoris winked against her blurring hoof, bringing her pussy to drool. She wanted that glorious cock now, real or not.

The figment Rockhoof had other plans. He dipped his head low, the hairs of his voluminous beard feathering her belly as he proceeded to plant light kisses upon it. His lips crept lower and lower towards their goal, Apple Bloom’s breaths all the while growing labored and heavy in anticipation.

Those bearded lips finally fell upon her cooch. From them Rockhoof’s tongue emerged and without hesitation made itself intimate with Apple Bloom’s lower lips. It danced along them, atop them, even dared to dip lower towards her anus only to feign and arc around back to her labia.

All the while the young filly on the receiving end of such treatment grunted with every sensual flick of the tongue. Her clitoris winked again in response to Rockhoof’s mouthy ministrations, just so happening to kiss his tongue in wet little ‘hello’.

She yipped.

The schlicking stopped. The fantasy halted. Apple Bloom covered her mouth, her breath held as she waited for one of the others to wake up, find her in the compromising position, and the imminent humiliation to follow.

None came.

Sensing the coast was clear, Apple Bloom resumed her ministrations, applying more pressure to her rubbing at a more furious pace not only to rebound from her lessened arousal, but to finish faster. The last thing Apple Bloom wanted to happen was for someone to catch her in the act. Then again, being honest with herself, masturbating in the woods never was a well-thought idea to begin with. Apple Bloom couldn't help it though. With every telling, the legend of Rockhoof triggered her libido like an archer and his crossbow -- his feats of strength and courage had the effect of turning her on.

In time the festering heat within her loins could no longer be satisfied by the mere diddling of her clit. It craved -- demanded a more sizable method to quell the raging inferno.

As if it could read Apple Bloom’s thoughts, Rockhoof’s rock hard dick pronouncedly twitched. In her mind, of course. In reality, there was something on hand that could be used as a phallus to aid in her fantasy. Apple Bloom reached over with her free hoof and grasped a shovel. By necessity Applejack had brought it along for the firepit; by fortune the wooden handle was treated and smooth to the touch, shushing any concerns of splinters in the filly’s cooch. Not to mention the handle’s girth was perfectly suitable for filling in holes, even if it was nowhere near Rockhoof's.

With a steady hoof and her legs spread wide, Apple Bloom guided the shovel's handle -- Rockhoof’s cock -- into her pussy. The penetration was gradual, her clitoris winking repeatedly as the rock hard cock sank deep inside, her stretched walls clamping upon the foreigner in a veritably warm, wet, taught embrace.

The combined sensations were positively delicious, and they only grew when he began rocking his muscular hips. When he pulled back, Apple Bloom craved for that cock to fill the emptiness inside her; when he slammed home, the feeling of being filled only fueled her desire for the cycle to continue.

Time passed. Whether it had been a few minutes or much longer was to the filly. Either way, Apple Bloom felt her walls tightening, the tell tale sign of an impending orgasm. She rubbed her clitoris as fast as her hoof would allow, which had by now grown sore from the continuous stimulation. She so desperately needed to come, to feel Rockhoof fuck her silly, hilt inside her and unload his seed; to bear his foals and have little Apple vikings running around Equestria.

In the back of her pleasure-saturated mind, the filly cringed at the mental declaration.

When Apple Bloom came, her entire body seized up and she came hard. Every single nerve in her body flared in pleasure, signaling to the filly the beginning of her long awaited, well deserved orgasm. As her walls rhythmically clamped around the phallus, Apple Bloom bit down on the hoof not occupied with her clit to stifle a drawn out scream of ecstasy. Her pussy sprayed out a torrent of juices to drench her thighs and the grass beneath.

All the pent up stresses of the day dissipated like a late morning fog in the wind, as did the fantasy starring Rockhoof.

Her climax waned and soon the spent filly slumped back against the tree in satisfaction. Apple Bloom panted as she revelled in the afterglow. She really needed that. Now could finally rest and be energized for the next day. Her lightheaded mind sooned filled itself with images of camping activities. Fishing with Applejack, gathering with Rarity, swimming with her friends, the possibilities left a smile on Apple Bloom’s face as she slowly drifted into the welcoming embrace of sleep.

“Aww yeah… fuck me hard, Magnus.”

Orange eyes shot open. Apple Bloom slowly turned with baited breath to find Scootaloo at the base of a trees a short length away, rubbing furiously at her own pussy.

“Scootaloo?”

The rubbing stopped. “Apple Bloom?”

A flustered Sweetie Belle rose from some nearby bushes. “Oh, come on! I was just about to get off!””

An equally flustered Pinkie Pie dangled upside down from a branch above Scootaloo. “Me too!”

“What they hay! Were you watching me?”

“Of course! This kinky Pinkie needed a little sexual release and found the perfect vantage point for her to get off.”

“...what.”

“Also this story needed somepony self-aware to kick off a short comical ending that included addressing the tardiness of the guest author’s submission due to personal commitments and a tease of the next chapter.” Still smiling without a care in the world, she fell from the tree and curled up into a fetal position before addressing to the reader, “Which by the way includes lots of anal. Expect it soon. Like, in a month-and-a-half.” She rolled from side to side. “Ooh wee...”

Episode 17 - To Change a Changeling (by 621Chopsuey)

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Author’s note: The following chapter contains anal.

If Thorax could describe today in one word, it would be ‘blessed’. Never had he imagined that Starlight and Trixie would drop by for a friendly visit so soon. Though he had wished their stay had occurred under less strenuous times, Thorax always enjoyed a visit from his little pony friends. Thankfully there were a few stress-relieving activities they could partake in. If he was being honest, Thorax could use some unwinding himself; leading a hive wasn’t as simple as Chrysalis made it out to be.

Then again, she hadn’t exactly the most benevolent queen to begin with.

Inside the newly-renovated hive, Thorax lead Starlight and Trixie as he excitedly rambled on about progress in changeling society. “There've been a lot of changes since you were here last. I'm trying to start some new activities since the only thing we did before was hunt and patrol. There's theatre.”

Two changelings acted out a scene from a Spear Shaker play, complete with the funny collars not many knew by name.

“Swing dancing.”

A group of a dozen or so changelings partnered up and dosey-doed to the rhythm of a fiddle.

“A once-a-week potluck lunch.”

Close to the swing-dancers stood a table loaded with an assortment of food. While most of the dishes certainly looked appetizing, some looked questionable enough to elicit a gag from Trixie.

“Ooh! And who can change shape and organize craft time? Hmm?” In a flash of green Thorax shifted into a flamingo. “This guy!”

Starlight smiled in approval. “I am really impressed, Thorax. The hive, all the activities…”

Thorax reverted to his default form. “Oh, I'm not done yet. There’s another activity I want you try.” Motioning to his guests, Thorax lead them a thicket of vines that concealed a tunnel entrance. Down into the depths beneath the hive they went, the path illuminated by colorful gelatinous orbs adorning the walls.

Starlight noted how giddy her friend was. Even his trot had the effect of adding a little extra bounce to every step, especially his scrotum, as she also noted. Partially obscured by his carapace, his balls hung close to their owner in their comfy sack, which was a darker purple compared to the primary color of Thorax’s underbelly. They swung ever so noticeably in a hypnotic fashion that Starlight couldn’t break her gaze away from.

Their journey took them to a spacious cavern lit by the same gelatinous orbs. Immediately Starlight’s attention diverted to the scent of sweat and exertion in the air. She knew that scent very well, and to reinforce her suspicions faint moans -- the good kind of moans -- echoed from within the cavern.

“You have a brothel in the hive?”

“A pleasure chamber, actually. It’s usually reserved for couples if they want to either release pent up stress or just have a little fun.” He waved to a couple of changelings passing by. “Cornicle, Delilah, feeling better?”

Cornicle’s smile widened. “Much better. I think we sorted everything out.”

“I’m so happy for you!” When the couple left, Thorax turned back to his guests. “Sex is one of the most intimate expressions of love. We’ve found that issues between couples are better sorted out after sex because of their relaxed state of mind. Makes it easier to compromise. And fun!”

“Can’t argue with that. Whaddya say, Trix?” No response. “Trix? Trixie?” Starlight looked left and right to uncover no trace of her great and powerful friend. “I guess she’s already ahead of the game.” She surmised with a shrug. Starlight then turned around and presented herself, pussy lips and all, to their host. “Well, what are we waiting for?”

With the glow of his antlers, Thorax levitated his guest onto a bed of soft reeds and vines, then kneeled down so that he was at eye level with her posterior. He took amusement in the fact Starlight’s lips were already moistening. Deciding to tease her, he feathered his tongue along her thighs, tracing patterns to see which elicited what delightful sounds.

Starlight seemed quite gigglish when he traced her cutie mark, and especially breathless as Thorax slowly zeroed in on his target with little squiggles. Such sounds grew lower as he grazed her moist labia and winking clit, followed by a whine of disappointment when those lovely sensations ceased.

Then they came back, this time prodding her back door. These particular sensations felt… odd, but at the same time arousing, stoking the fires deep inside Starlight as they tingled over, around, and even within the pucker of her rear.

For Thorax, he didn’t much mind the slight bitterness that came with his explorative, stimulative lubrications. Witnessing their effects were worth it; every twitch, every gasp, every wink of her undercarriage, all signs indicating that yes one of his very best friends thoroughly enjoyed this. As much as he enjoyed it himself, Thorax wanted to move things along. Next time, when fewer pressing matters itched at his wings, would he take this more slowly.

Another whine from Starlight came forth at the absence of his tongue.

“Why…”

Thorax leaned her into him so that their bodies were flush.

“Because.”

While he may have been covered in carapace, Thorax felt quite warm to the touch. Whether stemming from his metamorphosed form or some other element of changeling anatomy, Starlight could not say. Not that she continued to object to the sudden change in pace; she snuggled further into him, finding herself cozy in Thorax’s embrace. It was nice, as were the nuzzle to the cheek and the gentle peck on the lips that followed.

More kisses joined them, each one more feverish and daring than the last. Soon their tongues danced in each other’s mouth in a heated tango. Starlight didn’t mind that Thorax’s tongue had just been halfway inside her rear. She also didn’t mind his member poking at her prepared asshole. It took a few times to properly align it before Thorax sank himself into Starlight with relative ease.

Muffled gasps filled their mouths at the joining. There was little resistance as Thorax’s dick sank deeper. He soon bottomed out, then steadily pulled back, an act more strangely more trying than pushing in; it seemed as if Starlight’s ass hungered for him, dearly gipping him to keep from leaving the welcoming warmth of her secondary sanctum. Not that Thorax didn’t want to pull out, but he had to do more than snugly sit in her ass if he wanted to provide a wondrous sexual experience for his guest.

A steady rhythm was reached in due time, Thorax pumping away at Starlight’s rear with vigor as made audible by the lewd wet slapping of pony flesh against changeling carapace. She revelled in the feeling of being filled, of his body embracing hers as he thrusted deeper and deeper inside. If only Sunburst were willing to try this with her every now and then...

An idea presented itself.

“Can I -- ahh! -- ask you something? Can you change forms while --” she yipped at a particularly hard thrust. “--while having sex?”

“It takes a little more concentration, but sure can do. Why do you ask?”

“Just a thought.”

“Did you want me to change into someone else, like in roleplay? Best friend?” He took on Sunburst’s form. ”Dashing guard?” He then shifted into Flash Sentry. “The old me?” Thorax’s original form followed next, complete with the glittering wings from his time spent in the Crystal Empire. His blue eyes brightened in escalating excitement before he matched Starlight’s appearance. “Oh! How about--!”

Starlight gripped on of his hooves. “Whoa, slow it down!”

A sheepish grin took over him. “Oh… sorry. I guess when you’ve been your own audience for a long time—“

“No, really; slow down. You're getting a little rough back there.”

“Oh.” He slowed his pace before he reverted to his default form, his sheepish grin unwavering. “Sorry. I tend to get excited when someone finally takes interest in what Ilike.”

“You think?” Pharynx said from not so far away, pounding away at one’s presented pony posterior. “You’d always played ‘dress up’, and babbled on about it every time I put on the drone helmet.”

“I genuinely thought you were interested.”

“Older siblings make sacrifices, little brother.”

Thorax smiled as affectionately as he could manage under the circumstances. “You forever have my gratitude.” He took note of the pony on the receiving end of his brother’s thrusting. “Enjoying yourself, Trixie?”

A groan of pleasure served as his answer.

Soon the sounds signalling the imminent finale of Pharynx and Trixie’s horizontal tango arose. Starlight watched with dazed interest as the changeling thrusted once, twice, thrice into her friend before hilting at the hips. Then came the ooze of spunk leaking from the makeshift plug. Though no one expected a blinding flash of light to follow, nor Pharynx to metamorphosis into a form much like that of his brother.

Or the noticeably more sizable dick that stretched Trixie’s pussy further open and send her over the edge a second time.

The sight was enough to push Starlight over the edge herself.

“Thorax!” she cried out. Her anus clenched around Thorax’s dick with a need for changeling spunk as she came. Thorax came soon after, bottoming out and shooting his hot load into Starlight’s equally hot (if not hotter) plot hole as he shouted her name in ecstasy. The warmth of seed and sensation of throbbing cock in her rear was acutely felt by Starlight, so intensely her eyes rolled back as the pleasant warmth of climax sent tingles throughout her body.

In the warmth of the afterglow they basked, still joined at the hip as the laid back against the soft bed. Starlight cooed. “This was a great idea. I haven’t felt this relaxed in a while.” She took note of Pharynx’s new form. “I guess that’s one way to change a changeling.”

“The Great and Powerful Trixie intimately agrees,” Trixie chimed in with a dopey, post orgasmic grin.

The sentiments sent a giddy smile to Thorax’s face.

Pharynx looked over his black-and-purple carapace, pleased with its dark complexion. “Glad I don’t look like a damn kaleidoscope. Can’t say the same for you little brother, though that ain’t bother at all, huh?”

“Not in the slightest. Though I’m sure Starlight wouldn’t mind taking a turn with you.”

“After clearing out the maulwurfs,” he gruffed.

“Same old Pharynx.”

A low rumbling ceased all conversation. With each passing second it grew louder and louder until a creature burst forth from the earth below. Everyone, pony and changeling, gaped in shock at the sight of the maulwurf in changeling territory again, and in their hive no less! However, rather than engage in a quest to ingest the hive’s beautiful fauna or in general damage it, the maulwurf smiled as he did a tip-of-the-hat greeting.

“Pardon the intrusion, but word has it the hive has a pleasure chamber and I, if it is no inconvenience, would love to partake in such activity.”

Clopshots (Season 7)

by James Light

Episode 1 - Celestial Advice

Episode 2 - All Bottled Up

Episode 3 - A Flurry of Emotions

Episode 4 - Rock Solid Friendship (by Jade Ring)

Episode 5 - Fluttershy Leans In

Episode 6 - Forever Filly (by 621Chopsuey)

Episode 6 - Forever Filly (by dooby22)

Episode 7 - Parental Glideance (by dooby22)

Episode 8 - Hard to Say Anything

Episode 9 - Honest Apple

Episode 10 - A Royal Problem (Part 1)

Episode 10 - A Royal Problem (Part 2)

Episode 11 - Not Asking for Trouble

Episode 12 - Discordant Harmony

Episode 13 - The Perfect Pear (by Jade Ring)

Episode 13 - The Perfect Pear

Episode 14 - Fame and Misfortune

Episode 16 - Campfire Tales (by 621Chopsuey)

Episode 17 - To Change a Changeling (by 621Chopsuey)