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Motherhood
The sun seemed so far away at dusk. It clung to the declining red sky, almost watching forlornly as the sky became replaced by night’s canvas; the countless twinkling stars looked down upon the world in passive splendour. And behind the last vestiges of the blue of the daytime sky, the dim moon hung, lightless and nothing more than a grey rock awaiting to shine its magnificent white glow. The presence of the three simultaneously signified dusk, and under the three, Derpy waited with an outstretched arm.
She didn’t know what stayed her clenched fist. She had been standing outside the front door of the confectioners for a good few minutes now. She knew it wasn’t shame. Why should she feel such a thing towards friends? No, it was something more childish. It was nervousness, in the face of something ultimately mature. Clinical, even. A week afore, whilst she was walking home from her shift, she was stopped and pulled aside by non-other than Lyra and Bon Bon. Ordinarily, to be pulled aside for a chat wasn’t unusual. But the secrecy, the whispering, the closeness. It put Derpy on edge. It was a deeply intimate request. One Derpy never expected to hear from the couple. Their motivation for asking was due to their growing desire for a child, and their reason they were unable to achieve their shared desire was due to the simple fact they lacked the … part, necessary to do so.
Merely thinking of the proposition caused Derpy to shift uncomfortably on the spot. It was a big responsibility. It’s not like she hadn’t fathered children before. Dinky was her pride and joy. But this was different. Not a child born of love, but… as a favour for friends. She grimaced the longer she waited, her mailmare uniform feeling tighter in all the wrong spots. That too, peculiarly, was a request. Although, from how surprised Bon Bon looked, Derpy surmised Lyra tacked that request on of her own volition. Derpy didn’t see the appeal.
Her summertime uniform was merely a t-shirt, shorts and hat. All of which shared the same shade of brown as their primary colour. She couldn’t see why the hat was sexy, but she supposed her shirt hugged her bust tightly enough, just in such a way to accentuate her D-cup breasts. And her shorts, well… it was hard being a hermaphrodite. It wasn’t a secret at all. In fact, she couldn’t have kept it if she wanted to. It was just as hard to hide as her wings were, as it made most of her lower apparel bulge out obscenely around the crotch section, putting considerable stress on the buttons and zipper. Her endowment was, like most hermaphrodites, large and, most importantly for tonight, extremely virile. She guessed Bon Bon knew about the latter fact. Derpy knew Bon Bon something of a pragmatist. Why pay large sums of bits for a doctor to carry out a treatment or a unicorn to cast a spell that may not even work when there was a perfectly healthy and fertile mare just down the road who you just happen to be friends with?
“Okay… h-here I go,” she tried to sound enthused, striking the door a few times with her knuckles before suddenly yanking her hand to her chest, grimacing. Her wings began to twitch in trepidation, almost as if they would unfurl and carry her off at any second. Just when she was tempted to fall to her cowardice and sprint off, she heard the latch on the other side of the door, and she forced a smile as it opened a crack.
“Derpy? You made it!” Lyra greeted her excitedly, throwing open the door upon landing her eyes upon the mailmare. “I mean, no offence but even I thought Bon Bon was crazy for suggesting it… and you came in your uniform!”
“Y-yeah,” Derpy replied with a wavering grin, scratching the back of her neck. “I didn’t want to disappoint.”
As Derpy stood there, contented by the fact she had made Lyra happy with her own appearance. The mare in question stood there with a hand on her hip, amber eyes glinting despite the low light. Clearly, she had a lot of energy within her. Lyra, obviously by the protrusion at the top of her head, was a unicorn. Almost like a spear, Lyra’s three-inch horn protruded through her light cyan and white coloured mane. Spiralled green ivory, ready to cast magic at a whim. Unlike Bon Bon, the aquamarine coated mare was considerably more lithe than her earth pony counterpart, and even quite thin in comparison to Derpy.
Lyra’s small frame, however, didn’t at all detract from the physical beauty Derpy saw in her. Under her clothing, the mare’s breasts were discernable. The pair were a C-cup – a fact told to her in confidence, as she oft lied about having Ds – and her ass was slightly larger than flat. Which, considering the musician’s abode, Derpy was still perplexed about. However, all this served, apparently, to hide what a sexual savant the mare, in fact, was. Having been friends with the pair for years, through the piecing together of many drunken ramblings, apparently, the musician could put her fingers to good use in other activities that weren’t playing the lyre. And, if she had inferred correctly - for Derpy did not know whether to interpret Bon Bon’s remark on Lyra’s tongue, a comment on her wit – the musician was just as good with her tongue as she was her fingers under the sheets. Despite how much of a prude Derpy considered herself, she had become enlightened with the couple’s sex life to surprising intimacy. However, as most of this was told under the influence of cider, she doubted they were even aware of that fact.
“Hey, I gotta admit. I love a mare in uniform. Or, well, a half-mare anyway,” Lyra smirked, shrugging. “Believe me, even if you turned up wearing a hemp sack, I’d have been happy. I’m just glad you showed, and I’m sure Bon Bon will just be as happy too,” she assured, smiling warmly before her eyes turned downwards. “What’s that? You bring your work with ya or something? What’s in the bag?”
“Uh, just some things…” she spoke shyly, pursing her lips together. “I think it’d be best if I got them out when we’re all together…”
Lyra smirked, giving a light shrug. “Your call. I can dig a surprise every now and again.”
“Good…” Derpy beamed in reply.
“So…” Lyra started, after a long pause, “you gonna come in or what?”
“Oh!” Derpy jumped slightly in surprise, before striding in pass Lyra with a bashful smile. “R-right, sorry.”
Upon entering, the familiar dense scent of sweets entered Derpy’s nostrils. Similarly to Sugarcube corner, the smell of sugar hung on the air, but to a much more tolerable degree. The establishment was very homely, lacking the pomp and pink of the competition. The restraint in such was definitely a choice upon Bon Bon’s part. But the blue and green ribbons on the counter, the fancy and outlandish decoration on the cakes, and even the ‘welcome’ sign on the front door were all subtle additions by Lyra. Derpy, at that moment, recalled Lyra’s lyre before she had met Bon Bon. She lacked restraint when she played. She played fantastically, of course. It was her talent after all. But Derpy had many a memory of the musician breaking her strings. But never again, after meeting Bon Bon, had Derpy’s ears heard such a complaint. Two halves that simultaneously improved the other as they forged into an unbreakable whole. Derpy wasn’t very good at verbal articulate, but she observed their relationship as a good one, perfect even. And with this in mind, she couldn’t think of a better couple to raise a child, even if she tried.
A few more steps in, she heard the door close behind her, and Lyra walked up beside her. “You get a sitter for Dinky?”
“Yeah, Carrot Top… she owed me a favour,” she answered, slowing her gait as they walked towards the stairs. “Although an entire night with a two-year-old might end up with me owing her one.”
“Haha, yeah, that’s totally not making me reconsider all this…” Lyra said, strained, rubbing the back of her neck.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t me-“
“Relax, Derpy. I was just joshing, ya. Might not seem like it, but I want a kid too. Hard and good times all,” she reassured, resuming grin. “So… Carrot Top, huh? Ya know, there was a rumour going around that you two are… an item,” she wiggled her brows, smiling coyly. “Any truth to that?”
“W-what? N-no!” Derpy replied, flustered. “Who was saying that?”
“Eh, it’s just something that’s been circulating around for a bit now. Word was, for a while back, that you and Time Turner were a thing too,” she explained casually, shrugging. “Folks around here are very much curious about the love life of the enigma, that is, Derpy Hooves.”
“B-but why?” she asked, stuttering, her chag- very much -agrin.
“I think it’s just wishful thinking one some pony’s parts. Who else is more deserving of somebody than you?” Lyra asked rhetorically, expression neutral. “A hardworking single mother, always chipper, can bring a smile to anyone’s face. Guaranteed supply of muffins,” she smirked. “And don’t tell anyone this came from me, but common consensus is that you’re cute. Got a sexy bod to boot, too. I mean, the thing between your legs isn’t exactly my thing, but I know a lot of colts and fillies that like kind of attachment on such a good looking bod.”
“I’m… I’m just not ready. Not yet,” Derpy replied sadly, “it’s too fresh. In my mind and Dinky’s. I… we, still need more time.”
Lyra sighed. “Yeah, alright,” she spoke warmly, wrapping an arm around the mailmare’s shoulder. “Sorry I brought it up. But tonight will be great. Bon Bon doesn’t want to make it more than what it is - ya know, putting a baby in her oven - but I promise it’ll be the most fun you’ve had in a long time. You’ll see,” Lyra assured, smiling confidently.
Derpy inhaled - a figurative brace - and smiled. “Right. I… I think I’m ready.”
“Great! Let’s go,” Lyra gave a grin, leading Derpy suddenly by the hand. The grip was warm and soft. Derpy liked how it felt, an admittance that brought red to her cheeks. “She doesn’t look it, but Bon Bon’s been going crazy over this day all week,” Lyra spoke suddenly, glancing over her shoulder, dragging Derpy out of her stupor. “I haven’t seen her this stressed out before. Last night was the only good night of sleep I’ve gotten since she asked you, you know?”
Derpy would’ve sympathised with Lyra’s plight had she not been too busy trying to not trip over herself. Lyra continued yanking her forwards, even whilst climbing up the stairs. It set in that each step brought her closer and closer to the summit of this night’s purpose. Derpy tightening her grip around her satchel for menial comfort, swallowing back a pit in her throat as the room at the top of the stairs came into view. Unlike the downstairs, there was a light source. A soft orange glow. Derpy guessed candlelight…
There was no going back now.
Derpy was led into the familiar apartment, still gripping Lyra’s hand. The abode looked as it did when she last saw it a month back. The couch, cream coloured and absurdly large – an obvious purchase by Lyra – was adjacent to a coffee table, which had atop it the light source Derpy guessed correctly from the stairway. There were a few green and white waxed candles on top of the oak furniture, and Derpy’s nostrils twitched at the faint scent of something nice. Probably flowers she didn’t know, nor recognised the smell, of. It was a nice apartment. The kitchen, dining area and living room all shared the same room essentially, with the former most being divided by a small wall that protruded out from the hallway which led to the bathroom and sleeping spaces. It was two bedroomed. One had always been empty. It was used, for a time, storage. Derpy felt a little glad it may soon have a new purpose. Home to a little colt or filly, just across from their mothers… for some reason, Derpy felt sad when she imagined herself absent from that picture.
Lyra released her hold of Derpy’s hand, before gesturing at the mailmare with her thumb. “Hey, Bon Bon! Look who made it.”
Bon Bon scurried out of the kitchen, wide-eyed. Derpy saw her hands shaking, and empathised with her. Be it nervousness or excitement, Derpy was feeling both before she knocked on the door. “Derpy!” the confectioner exclaimed, smiling widely. “You’re here! You’re actually here!”
Bon Bon, in a word Derpy believed best fit her, was fertile. She had very wide, childbearing hips. Attached to those hips, was a paradoxically large rump, that seemed out of place on her thin, fit, frame. Of Lyra and even Derpy, Bon Bon definitely had the largest set of breasts. Despite wearing a sweater, Bon Bon’s puppies rendered decency moot, for she sporting a pair of double-Es - a size Derpy never even fathomed prior to meeting the mare, as the Cloudsdale pegasi were all just as lithe as one would expect from flying bipeds – and they pronounced outwardly from the confectioner’s chest like an obscene pair of overblown balloons. Derpy, a small part of her anyway, envied their size. She herself was a D-cup. Above average, but whenever she looked upon Bon Bon’s bountiful pair, she always thought she was missing out on something.
Despite the alluding envy, Derpy’s eyes were instead locked upon Bon Bon’s expression, rather than her bust. In her arctic blue irises, Derpy perceived joy, and a trickle of hope, growing ever the larger as the mare came closer to her. “Y-yeah, I’m he- oomph!”
Derpy was interrupted by a crushing hug from the confectioner, her ample bust and constricting arms making for a somewhat uncomfortable vice, but the warmth that emanated from the gesture quelled any kind of complaint. “You’re here!” she reiterated, still sounding somewhat in disbelief.
“I-I know,” Derpy gasped, tittering.
Derpy heard Lyra give a small laugh. “Hey, babe, you wanna let up?” Lyra advised wryly.
“Oh, right!” Bon Bon immediately relented in her embrace, stepping away with reddened cheeks. “Sorry. I’m just a little excited. I mean, I know you said you were going to do it, but up until the moment I saw you by the door, I still had my doubts. I guess I should’ve known better than to question your word, Derpy.”
Derpy felt self-conscious to the point of being timid, averting her eyes slightly. “W-Well, thanks, I-“
“’Thanks?’ It should be us whose thanking you, Derpy. It’s not every day that somepony accepts something, so… so…” Bon Bon reiterated, trying to find a suitable word.
“Weird,” Lyra finished, stepping beside her wife. “I know that couples might occasionally ask somepony into the bedroom to…”
“Spice things up,” Bon Bon continued, “but what we’re asking of you is a lot more than just sex, okay? We’re asking you make us parents.”
“Yeah, put a bun in Bon Bon’s oven. Well, her other oven. The one at the end of her puss-“
“Okay! She gets it,” Bon Bon interrupted, nudging Lyra in her side upon seeing Derpy’s cherry hued cheeks.
“I understand. Lyra told me that’s it’s the only thing that’s been on your mind for the past week. It’s been on mine too. I’m not going to lie. I had second thoughts, even right up to when I knocked on your front door…” Derpy revealed, bashful. “But… but then I thought about how happy being a parent made me. How… full, Dinky makes my life feel. You both more than deserve to feel how I feel. And I know you’d make terrific parents.”
Bon Bon’s lips quivered into a small smile, and again she lurched forwards to wrap Derpy up in a – considerably less tightened – embrace. “There’s only so many ways I can say thank you, Derpy. You know that right?”
Derpy grinned, returning the hug before a sound in her ear snapped her sights to Lyra, who just rubbed her fist across her nose. “Y-yeah, quit it, will ya?” she sniffled, trying her best to look nonchalant. “You’re acting up my allergies with all this mushy crap.”
Bon Bon parted from the hug first, glancing to Lyra with a wry grin. “Hey, did you tell Derpy you’ve been waiting downstairs all day for her?”
“Hey!” Lyra exclaimed.
“The candles were her idea too,” Bon Bon continued, smiling playfully.
“Stop it!”
“And the incense in the bedroom!”
“I said stop!” Lyra whined, grabbing onto her wife’s shoulder in mock anger, playfully frowning.
Bon Bon smirked, grabbing onto her wife’s outstretched arm and bringing her in close, the musician bogeyed in surprise. “Okay,” the confectioner said simply, before bumping noses.
“Yeesh,” Lyra retorted, scrunching up her expression, turning a light shade of red.
“What’s in the bag?” Bon Bon asked so out of the blue as to cause Derpy to just slightly, the mailmare torn from her silent, observing, stupor.
Derpy gripping the satchel to her chest even tighter, a part of her worried if she had crushed the contents within. “O-oh… well… I… um…” she fumbled several different starts to her explanation. Each time a suitably good one arrived in her head, it would abruptly stop, as if suddenly colliding with a wall. “It’s… it’s stupid,” she finally expelled, dejected.
“C’mon, what is it?” Lyra cajoled, her smile disarming.
Derpy pursed her lips, slowly unbuckling the satchel and looking into it, the couple looking at the mailmare with arched brows. “I haven’t done something like… this, for some time.”
“Sex?” Lyra blurted, before getting nudged in the side by Bon Bon. “Ow!”
“That’s part of it. I just… I just can’t describe it,” Derpy scrunched up her expression, slightly frustrated at herself. “I care for you. Both. And it just didn’t feel right to not… show it, in some way,” she spoke warily, reaching into the bag and pulling out two green and white heart-shaped boxes; giving one to each mare with an anxious grin. “Sorry. They’re a little squished,” Derpy ended on a titter, cringing at the crumpled corners. She must have been holding her satchel too tightly. Meanwhile, the couple looked at each other sideways, the slightly misshapen boxes held in each of the hands. Derpy clenched her jaw, looking at her shoes, a small downward curve at the corner of her lip. A moment passed, and her eyes opened in surprise at the feeling of a pair of light, soft, touches on each of her cheeks. “Wha-“
“We care for you, too, Derpy,” Lyra said, with surprising tenderness, a gentle hand on Derpy’s shoulder.
“Don’t think we’re just using you, Derpy,” Bon Bon assured, giving the mailmare’s arm a tender squeeze. “Becoming a parent is supposed to be something special, not clinical,” Bon Bon said the word with audible distaste, slightly increasing the pressure around Derpy’s arm. “We chose you because you were our friend. Probably our closest. I don’t even think it would be unreasonable to say… we love you, Derpy.”
“Yeah,” Lyra added, smiling. “I mean, who couldn’t love a mare like you?”
“Thanks,” Derpy said timidly, giving them both a warm smile, sniffling.
“Hey!” Lyra suddenly exclaimed, stepping away. “I said cut it with the mushy crap.”
Derpy found a grin blossom onto her face, in spite of her previous trepidation. “Sorry.”
“Well,” Bon Bon started, placing the box of chocolates on the coffee table, next to the candles. “I think it’s time.”
“To the bedroom?” Lyra elaborated, putting her confectionary on top of Bon Bon’s, eyes lighting up with anticipation.
Bon Bon inhaled deeply, clasping her hands together. “Are you ready, Derpy?”
Derpy blinked, before nodding slowly. “I think so…”
“Then what are waiting for?” Lyra asked as she began trailing down the hall. Much to Derpy’s surprise, Lyra began removing her shirt as she neared her bedroom door. “I hope you’re good with your mouth,” she called back, striding confidently into the bedroom.
Derpy glanced to Bon Bon in time to see the mare roll her eyes, before gripping Derpy’s hand in her own. “Come on, before she hurts herself,” she said jokingly, leading Derpy forwards, following the trail of Lyra’s discarded clothing. Derpy was silent, however, whilst nervousness remained the loudest thing she felt, the excitement began to course through her too.
She was actually going to fuck one of her best friends.
Derpy sat on the foot of the couple’s bed, her hands on her thighs, waiting; her hat adorning one of the bedposts. She kept her eyes low. Not out of any kind of a shame, but an ingrained instinct to not stare. She couldn’t help but glance, however. Lyra stood, by the open door, nude; leaning against the wall in nothing except for green and white striped panties. She had her arms crossed beneath her perky breasts, a bored expression on her face.
“You can look ya know? It’s gonna get a lot lewder than this in a minute… or an hour, if I know Bon Bon,” she sighed, tapping her foot lightly on the carpet.
“Sorry, it’s just I’m not used to seeing you naked,” Derpy admitted, shyly looking up at the musician.
“Yeah, I was the same the first time I saw Bon Bon naked, believe it or not… she was too, funnily. We those ten minutes of our first time not being able to look each other in the eye,” Lyra ended by chuckling, fondly reminiscing. “But those minutes… those minutes,” she sighed happily, looking at Derpy with a contented smile. “It was the best ten minutes of my life. Even if five of those minutes were just foreplay.”
“More like nine,” Bon Bon interjected with a grin, stepping into the room.
“About ti- woah…” Lyra trailed off, mesmerised, smiling with sudden blithe.
Derpy glanced back up and almost recoiled backwards in shock. Bon Bon, a mare whom Derpy regarded highly and as someone who was always reliable for somewhat sage advice, was dressed in the most scandalous attire she had ever seen. It was lingerie of a classy sort, with a barely serviceable bra that seemed to struggle in containing Bon Bon’s melons. A loose transparent pink nightie flowed down from the bra, ending just above her navel. As for the panties, well… she wasn’t wearing any.
“Wow…” Derpy said under her breath, a certain part of her twitching at the sight, her legs reflexively closing together at Bon Bon’s bareness.
Bon Bon, who seemed self-assured upon entry, sagged somewhat under both their gazes. “So you like it?”
“Heck yeah!” Lyra answered with a vehement cry, perusing around her wife with wide eyes and a parted mouth. “How can somepony look sexier with clothing?”
“I’m glad you like it,” Bon Bon said, inflating again, arms crossed under her massive chest. “Derpy,” she began, looking to the red-faced mailmare, “thoughts?”
“Uh, w-well, I-I…” she stuttered, fidgeting whilst she sat, blushing. “…Yeah.”
Lyra shrugged, looking to Bon Bon with a grin and crossed arms. “Sounds like a compliment to me,” she said, before clapping her hands together. “So! How do we start? Get her out of those shorts and jump straight into it?”
Bon Bon shook her head, taking a few steps forward before gracefully falling to her knees, landing in front of Derpy’s closed legs. “We need to ease her into this, Lyra,” Bon Bon advised, placing a delicate hand on Derpy’s knee.
“Foreplay?”
“Foreplay.”
“F-foreplay?” Derpy stuttered, gulping. “S-so you’re going to…”
“Well, I did promise fun,” Lyra said as she joined her wife, kneeling before the mailmare with an unsure expression. “There’s a first time for everything, I suppose.”
“You don’t have to help me with this, Lyra, if you don’t want to,” Bon Bon offered, smiling assuredly.
Lyra scoffed. “Yeah, I’ll just watch from the closet wearing my Masked Matter costume,” she spoke sarcastically, ending on a grin. “We’re a team, right? Through good and bad. Cocks and all!”
Bon Bon giggled. “Right, right,” she began, before looking up at Derpy. “You ready?”
“Y-yeah, I think so,” Derpy replied with trepidation. “D-do I need to do anything?”
“Well, you could start by opening your legs,” she instructed, and Derpy acquiesced immediately, warily parting them. Bon Bon sighed, readying herself. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with here…”
In a single motion, Bon Bon’s hand unclasped the single bronze button at the hem of the shorts, Lyra watching on with an almost clinical fascination as her wife pulled down the zipper, which finally freed Derpy’s lovestick from its polyester prison. Bon Bon audibly gasped as the slowly stiffening rod flopped out, the mailmare surprisingly possessing of the audacity to go commando for convenience sake, the turgid stick hanging over an equally impressive size of gonads; the fat semen tanks almost the size of the confectioner’s clenched fist. What filled Bon Bon with a slight anxiousness, was the rod’s already looming size. The grey hued cock was only semi-hard, the owner clearly still tentative about the whole affair, yet the thing was larger than any she had ever seen – in person or otherwise. The pole must’ve been eight inches, and with every throbbing swell, another inch was added. Bon Bon watched with an ever opening jaw as it grew and grew, her heart pumping and her breathing increasing.
“Geez, how d’ya fit all that in there?” Lyra queried, fascinated, before glancing to Bon Bon’s mesmerised expression. “Hey, are you okay?” Lyra asked, looking at her sideways, a hint of worry and confusion in her tone.
“Y-yeah,” Bon Bon replied, reaching out for it slowly. “It’s just… big…” when the last word left her mouth, her hand had made contact with the rough flesh of Derpy’s member. Her fingers, shyly, landed against the rim of Derpy’s flat crown. Steadily, her fingers slide down the hardening pole, her hand almost recoiling away from the feeling of it pulsing under her fingers. She stopped at the base, where she could barely wrap her hand around the cock, the girth almost doubled in size from when it was just hardening. With her hand around it, she gave it a few testing strokes; which prompted a few throbs in reply, the fuckstick finally reaching its full length of around a foot. “Really big.”
“Wow,” Lyra remarked, getting a closer look; the cock twitching in response to her breaths. “This is bigger than any of the toys we have,” she commented, glancing to Bon Bon, “you sure you can take this?”
Bon Bon didn’t hear or chose not to reply. Her mind was somewhat taken by Derpy’s horizontal flagpole. The massive girth, intimidating, yet arousing, had left her a little cloudy headed. Instead, her hand just stroked the flesh, from base to medial ring, her lips beginning to wet with the telltale signs of salivation. Meanwhile, the cock’s owner remained silent, jaw tightened shut to suppress moans and gasps. She hadn’t felt another’s touch on her sensitive dick for years, and she had last graced her fun stick with her own a week ago, the day after Bon Bon had requested her ‘services.’ The mare struggled to stroke her penis with just one hand, her thumb and index finger were so far apart it was comparable to holding the thickest part of an eggplant, yet her other hand was preoccupied with something else…
“Woah, already!” Lyra exclaimed, as Bon Bon furiously rubbed circles around her love button, a few droplets of translucent nectar falling onto the carpet. “It usually takes a while before-“ the musician stopped, a few sniffs sounded from her nose, as her body became uncontrollably hot; her hand going out to rest on Derpy’s knee for balance. “H-hey, Derpy, you feelin’ weird?”
“W-what?” Derpy asked in reply, leaning back slightly on the bed, her arms as supports. Bon Bon seemed oblivious, going her rhythmic strokes.
“I feel… hot,” Lyra simply put, finding her eyes magnetically drawn to the organ she previously had no lustful intent for and found her legs twitching at the sight.
“O-oh, right,” Derpy cringed, “I thought you knew.”
“About what?” the question came from Lyra’s throat almost muted, her eyes almost hungrily scanning the cock, her fingers coming to hover a few inches away from the tip.
A part of Derpy, the moral part, wanted to stop right now to acclimate Lyra so she wouldn’t make any mistakes. The musk of a herm’s phallus was far more intoxicating than a stallion, which evolution castrated, so to speak. Yet, the part of her that was in control now was her desire. Perhaps she shouldn’t have left herself untouched for so long. Her balls ached with a burning desire to fill and be emptied. Any hope of Derpy being able to stop was immediately evaporated when Lyra, upon spotting the first bead of pre to be pumped from Derpy’s cock, immediately dived forwards to get a taste of the transparent sticky liquid.
Derpy’s arms gave out, her back falling onto the bed as her member truly looked like a flagpole, standing vertically and erect in the air. And if her cock was a flagpole, Lyra and Bon Bon were the two biggest patriots to ever look upon it. Upon Lyra taking the dive, Bon Bon joined her wife in their oral worship. The two were still on the floor, but Derpy felt their hands pressing against her as they began climbing up. The two focused first on her heavy jewels, alternating between suckling and licking the heavy orbs; taking the skin between their lips and tasting Derpy’s raw contrasting masculinity. They became akin to ravenous cock hungry beasts, although their established relationship as wives helped to ease the feral aspect in Derpy’s mind. When they had gotten onto the bed finally, Bon Bon’s humongous breasts weighing down on Derpy’s thighs, they began to extend their devotion to the rest of Derpy’s crown jewels – moving onto the sceptre.
Derpy felt Lyra’s hands gently massaging her cum tanks as both she and Bon Bon’s tongue began to sloppily lick her shaft. Derpy felt intermittent kisses, and occasional clumsy strokes up to the medial ring, both mares sometimes giving an affectionate squeeze of Derpy’s fat cock. Derpy watched as their tongues travelled up her cock, occasionally the two mares would meet tongues and kiss in a passionate intermission, before resuming their worship of Derpy’s twat splitter. Derpy writhed, her hands gripping the sheets as the tip of Lyra’s tongue slid over the plump bump on Derpy’s penis, whilst Bon Bon continued upwards, until Derpy felt the confectioner’s tongue slide around the rim of Derpy’s blunt tip; both of the mare’s hands – one slicken with pussy juice – gripped just beneath it.
Derpy gasped when she felt her member slip past Bon Bon’s lips - the poor mare’s jaw stretched wide to accommodate Derpy’s generous girth – and her bulbous tip was assaulted by a barrage of licks, each lapping up the leaking pre-cum from Derpy’s tip. She heard Bon Bon moan with delight, cooing as she pulled away for air, before going right back in to get another taste. Derpy felt another tongue creep up her cock, like a dog licking and licking, gradually, until it’s owner bumped into Bon Bon’s hard at work jaw. Derpy heard the aquamarine mare release a whimper, and she herself almost released one in reaction to Bon Bon to pulling away from her tool, her spittle covered tip exposed to the warm air of the room. However, the mailmare instinctually bucked, at feeling another pair of lips swallow the head of her member, and a deft tongue working it’s magic around the rim of her rod.
Derpy finally mustered the strength to look down, seeing Bon Bon panting in wait for her turn to suckle her cock. Lyra’s hands pumped up and down Derpy’s turgid meat, trying to milk the thick cock of its valued pre. A few milking strokes and Lyra pulled back, gasping, whilst Bon Bon seized the opportunity and swallowed the fat head past her lips. Derpy felt her cock hit the back of Bon Bon’s throat, the mare releasing a gag when Derpy’s member twitched, a fat dollop of salty pre pouring down her throat; each time they pulled away there was an audible pop, and smacking of lips. Derpy was at a loss. The two mares alternated between sucking on her cock like they were sharing a lollipop, taking turns to struggle taking it into their throats; each releasing pleasured moans at the effort. Their throats felt tight, just due to the sheer size of her member, and despite the teeth pressing and grinding into her stick, she had to restrain her hips from instinctually thrusting into their unsuspecting maws. The tongue s circled the best they could, sucking and slurping, spittle trickling down her shaft, her cock becoming wet and slick with their oral secretions.
Derpy felt close, her massive seed churners ready to unload their contents down whoever’s throat who happened to be wrapped around her. However, just before she could achieve release, Bon Bon stopped suckling on her meat to choose to meet her lips with Lyra’s. Derpy watched as they shared a kiss, swapping spittle, pre-cum and general passionate moans of lust. Derpy’s member throbbed and twitched, the slightest touch would have prompted a cum barrage from her cum cannon, Derpy’s thickness swollen and profuse with leaking pre. The mailmare muted her own whimpers, watching almost pitiably the two kissing mares, heavily breathing.
Suddenly, Bon Bon pulled away, her expression dreamy; a small smile on her lips. “I think I’m ready,” she informed, in a whisper, barely audible to Derpy’s ears.
Lyra lightly gripped the underside of Bon Bon’s jaw, brushing her cheek back with her thumb. “You’re gonna be a mom.”
“I am,” Bon Bon confirmed with a gentle voice, before turning to look at Derpy, craning her neck around the spit covered cock. “Are you ready, Derpy?”
Derpy was taken aback by the sudden inclusion of such a tender moment, the mare’s gentle smile contrasting with her spit covered muzzle and sweat covered bod, and the feeling of her massive tits on her leg. “Uh, yeah?”
The mares giggled at Derpy’s dumbfounded expression, the two parting from their positions on each of Derpy’s thighs. Derpy kept her eyes on Bon Bon, who clumsily got onto her feet on the soft bed, before assuming a position over her cock; squatting just above it, her moist cunt so close Derpy could feel the warmth emanate from it. She looked to Lyra, who had stepped off the bed. Derpy felt her eyes drawn to the mare’s panties, which were so wet and soaked with juices from Lyra’s as of yet, untouched pussy, they were practically see through.
“You better be good with your mouth, Derpy,” Lyra warned jokingly, removing the final piece of clothing that clung to her; pulling down the panties, her vaginal juices so copious there were a few strings of the nectar between her labia and the cotton. Derpy was almost mesmerised by the sight of it. Lyra’s puffy lips were slick and slippery with juice, and so sensitive that the green coated mare lightly quivered when she removed her underwear. “Fuck, I’m soaking.”
“You might drown her…” Bon Bon quipped quietly, her soft digits grasping just under the crown of Derpy’s cockhead, angling it toward her snatch. Derpy’s attention was torn from Lyra to the sweet maker, her heart pounding against her ribcage as the tip was pressed against Bon Bon’s labia. Derpy didn’t know if it was to tease her, or just so she could brace herself, but Bon Bon simply prodded the stick at her entrance for a few moments. It was rubbed back and forth over Bon Bon’s clit, each eliciting moans from both mares. Derpy’s hips tried in a futile endeavour to pop her cock into the mare’s hole; each time failing due in part to Bon Bon’s firm hold on Derpy’s cunt filler and almost precognitive raising of her hips. “Be patient, Derpy,” Bon Bon chastised, still casting her eyes downward, biting her lip. “It might not even fit.”
“You could’ve sounded at least a little nervous about that,” Lyra remarked under her breath, almost jealous in tone.
Derpy whimpered an almost puppy-like plea, her cock dribbling with lustful tears of clear pre as Bon Bon continued to press against her cock. She could see the lips part, splitting, ready to take her; but Bon Bon kept failing to commit to give the mailmare what she wanted… until she stopped failing. With a sudden downwards jut, Bon Bon forced her cunt down over the tip of the cock, releasing a half-pained groan and shivering in delight as her pussy enveloped the first couple of inches of Derpy’s turgid member. It stretched the sweet maker out wonderfully, beginning the process of turning the normally reserved mare into an eager cock-sleeve. As soon as Derpy gasped out a moan, however, she found her open maw immediately filled with something sweet and wet. Derpy was so entranced by the sight of Bon Bon hovering over her dick she didn’t give an ounce of attention to the other mare in the room.
Lyra had stuffed Derpy’s mouth with her twat with the latter mare barely realising it. “C’mon, Derpy. Put that mouth to work,” Lyra encouraged, her hands gripping the headboard for balance. On instinct, forgetting the tight snugness of Bon Bon’s snatch for a moment, Derpy sent her tongue on a mission. Unwrapping from the sheets – her fingers almost arthritic with their stiffness – she sent her hands to push against Lyra’s ass; pushing the musician against her flicking tongue. It had been awhile, but Derpy thought she remembered how to do it. She traced circled around the clit, but delivering a lash-like lick up it, before resuming the little circle around Lyra’s pink nub. “Yeah, that’s it~” Lyra cooed, lightly rolling her hips against the mare’s attentive tongue.
Derpy had to suppress her moaning. Whilst her tongue circled, rubbed and occasionally penetrated past Lyra’s folds, Bon Bon carefully lowered herself. The speed at which her pussy enveloped the mailmare’s fat cock was torture combined with rapture, the overly large cum cannon making Bon Bon’s hole almost vice-like in tightness. Derpy’s pleasure energised her own tongue. Slurping and sucking, Derpy drank down Lyra’s juices and fed on her cunt ravenously. Her muzzle ground into the musician’s clit whilst her tongue focused on perusing Lyra’s depths, circling and scraping Lyra’s walls; making Derpy a musician in her own right - Lyra’s quivering high-pitched moans making an instrument of the mare.
Derpy felt Bon Bon tremble around her sceptre, pleasure crashing into her like a large tidal wave. She couldn’t see Bon Bon progressing down her length, but she could feel her struggle and hear her whimper alongside her wife; the fact she continued to shove more of the mailmare’s meat into her despite the difficulty made her crown jewels clench, and her rod swell as she squealed with glee into Lyra’s muff. Lyra, meanwhile, had to admit. The meek pegasus had a skilled tongue despite being so long out of practice, and Lyra appreciated that immensely. She ground her pelvis against Derpy’s lips, her arm reaching out for the headboard to keep her from falling off the mare’s nectar-stained face; a task she found difficult. Each wiggle of the versatile muscle sending blissful shockwaves throughout her, prompting her to threw her head back to moan, forcing her crotch against the mailmare’s face.
“Mmmh!” Derpy’s muffled scream sounded from between Lyra’s clenched thighs, her tongue stopping its pleasuring dance.
“Sorry!” Lyra exclaimed, raised her hips, looking down on Derpy with an apologetic look. A string of her mare honey connected her plump nether lips to Derpy’s panting mouth, both mares had the gorgeous look of lust behind their eyes.
“It’s oka- ah!” the mare mewled suddenly, her back arching as her hips involuntarily thrust upwards against Bon Bon’s pleasurable sliding down her cock.
Bon Bon felt more accommodated to dickmare’s dark grey appendage. The mare had forgotten how wonderful it felt to be filled so completely, the way the mailmare’s dick meat spread her to absolute capacity and beyond was an indescribable feeling; one that made her squirm and clench around the fleshy rod nonetheless. Derpy felt half of her fat member enclosed in the warm wet snugness of Bon Bon’s sex, leaving her awash with bliss. Her hand then reached for Lyra’s dock, pushing her pelvis towards her mouth; likely done to muffle her pleasured screaming, or selflessly not wanting to leave the mint green mare atop her wanting for pleasure. Lyra was all too happy to acquiesce, shivering with glee as Derpy’s tongue resumed it’s enjoyable agitation within her twat, sometimes alternating to licking over her pink button.
Bon Bon soon felt the tip of Derpy’s cock kiss her womb, the broad crown spread her so wonderfully and the sheer heat the cock produced within her made her almost feel mournful, the hermaphrodite’s tool throbbing against the velvety walls of her snatch. It was difficult, but the but the wonderful ecstasy encouraged her on. With her body arched forwards – hands pressing against Derpy’s belly to balance herself – she raised her hips. The width of Derpy’s cock crown scrapped against her walls, the vibrations of which coursed throughout her like a bow over violin strings, until finally, the slick wet meat left her cunt except for the wide tip; which pulled at her clenched feminine lips. The sensation left her mouth agape, drooling, a moan caught in her throat. A dildo was incomparable to the hot beating member. The way it pulled and flexed within her nearly paralysed her with pleasure. Her juices leaked down the sides of the fat fleshy cylinder, looking like a tantalising grey ice lolly left out in the sun.
And she hadn’t even started yet…
With a careful but shaky movement, Bon Bon raised her hips, the movement prompting growling moans from both Derpy and Bon Bon as their sexes were stoked by the rapturous friction. Derpy’s fingers pushed into Lyra’s coat, satisfaction travelling like electricity through her bones – a sensation she had literally experienced once before – her tongue pushing deeper into Lyra’s hole. Bon Bon eventually filled her pink sheath completely again, the slight curve of Derpy’s erection pushed a slight bulge outward where it met her cervix, if there was any doubt to how filling Derpy’s third-leg was.
Now feeling used to Derpy’s thick stalk – feeling slightly mournful she wasn’t able to bring her pussy to squeeze around Derpy’s medial ring – she rose and fell, body convulsing pleasurably around the cock as she punched it against her cervix. Derpy clenched her thighs as Bon Bon began to bounce her booty up and down, gliding up and down the mailmare’s thick, pulsing stallionhood. Bon Bon’s marehood was amazingly soft, the plump slippery slit hugging every inch of Derpy’s organ it possibly could.
Lyra, meanwhile, wore an expression of half-grimace. Bon Bon’s loud moans, combined with the wet schlicking sound of Derpy penetrating her wife, left her torn with jealousy, as well as envy, of all things. This culminated in her grinding forcefully against Derpy’s muzzle, trying to fill as much of her whole with the mailmare’s tongue as possible; an act pursued either out of spite or her mounting pleasure. She didn’t expect Bon Bon to be this loud. As she rode the mailmare’s tongue, her senses dulled by the overpowering scent of incense, sex and pheromones; she imagined how every inch of her wife’s walls were squeezing that fleshy intruder, each muscle from entrance to womb hugging every inch of Derpy’s appendage, milking it for the precious baby batter held within her nuts. As gross as she perceived a stallion’s body, there certainly was something appealing, downright alluring, about their unique attachment. The way it twitched with need was almost like a lure, and the way they were capable of penetrated a mare’s deepest depths was certainly appealing…
She looked over her shoulder reluctantly to see her wife’s massive tits bouncing with every thrust – having come free of the nightie – her wife’s face was now in a state of ecstasy so absolute that Lyra began to chew on her lip. Bon Bon had a body perfect for breeding, with those large hips and bountiful breasts. which always made Lyra sort of smug that she snatched such prime snatch all for herself. It didn’t mean Lyra thought of her beloved as a trophy, not by any stretch of the imagination, but she felt proud of having earned the love of such a mare all the same. Yet, looking at her love’s burdened fuckhole, she experienced a modicum of longing, something which she tried her best to ignore but she couldn’t stop her folds from squeezing around the phantom stallionhood; which the tongue made a pitiful substitute for.
Derpy’s ears pricked with the sound of high pitch moaning, Bon Bon’s rise and fall on her pole hastened, almost desperate. Pleasure fragmented the sweet maker’s mind, the wet sounds of Derpy’s dick pounding her mother-hole filled her ears of her wife’s moaning, her expression tightening in time with the familiar mounting sensation of impending orgasm. It was a great coincidence, but so was Derpy. The mailmare felt her large apple-sized orbs flex, her cock fattening with blood, veins becoming pronounced all along the length of her shaft as she tipped off the edge into ecstasy. Bon Bon threw her head back to scream, juices spurting from her cunt as she clamped around the cock lodged within her sex.
Derpy experienced something of a sensory overload, her hips jutted upwards as semen exploded from the cannon between her legs, filling the sweet maker’s womb with her fertile seed, painting the velvet walls with her liquid virility as her dick continued to pump out an excess of stored semen; falling limp as her tongue passively continued to lap at the plump mound pressed against her lips. She had seldom moved yet she felt exhausted by Bon Bon’s eager ride on her crotch. She felt a warm liquid against her hilt, a steady trickle of her batter came out the taxed hole, pooling on her mons, making a mess of her shorts and the hem of her shirt. She was so lost in it all she forgot she was still clothed, her sweat-stained shirt clinging to parts of her coat.
Lyra dawdled over the finish line to a relatively unsatisfying orgasm; her heartbeat and breathing slowing back down to a steady rhythm. Her fingers tensed around the headboard and her thighs pressed into the sides of Derpy’s cheeks; treating the mare beneath her to a rush of the musician’s liquid tang, which the grey mare slurped down thirstily. Her chest rose and fall, expression lacking a contented smile but just about satisfied. Seeing her wife ride the mare beneath her left her wanting more, but at the moment that was something she thought against internally. With slight curl to her lip, she looked back at Bon Bon. She saw the precious seed dripping from between her legs, visibly surprised by the quantity, and her heart slowly began to ramp up its beating.
“You’re gonna be a mo-”
In the middle of Lyra’s sentence, Bon Bon slipped off Derpy’s softening penis and onto her side. Her belly appeared a tad swollen, almost prophetic of things to come, and Lyra found herself grinning at her wife’s contented and dreamy smile.
“She’s all tuckered out,” Lyra remarked humorously, giving a short chuckle, watching Bon Bon drift off into a sex induced slumber.
“Mmph!” Derpy sounded from beneath her.
“Oh, sorry… again,” Lyra sheepish smile as she climbed off Derpy’s face, falling onto her back by the mailmare’s side, releasing a sigh. “Wow, I did a real number on your face,” Lyra commented, glancing to Derpy with a shade of red on her green cheeks. The mailmare’s cheeks and muzzle were completely matted with Lyra’s trench nectar; the musician could smell her lustful secretion’s potent in the air.
“You taste of mint,” Derpy replied, sounding out of breath. Bon Bon may have said the remark in jest, but Derpy was positive that she almost drowned from Lyra’s gush of marecum.
“You’re not the first to say that,” Lyre replied with a beam, before setting her sights on the ceiling, relaxed. “Bon Bon tastes of grape soda, if you’re curious.”
Derpy blinked. Whilst the intimate factoid surprised, it more so prompted her to prop herself up, looking down at the sexually spent mare with a look of concern, eyes affixed to her belly. “S-she… she could be carrying my... your baby right now,” she corrected, lips pursed.
Lyra similarly brought her back to the headboard, her tushy on the pillow, looking at her glowing wife a small thoughtful smile. “Yeah...” she said softly. It was too soon to say, but taking into consideration the sheer quantity, Lyra knew she wouldn’t be surprised to hear a confirmation tomorrow. However, what sent her into a spiral of thinking was Derpy’s noticeable lack of mirth in her words. She glanced to the mailmare’s supple right hand, which was clawed on her thigh; looking awfully lonely…
Derpy, her eyes so transfixed on the sight of a peacefully snoozing Bon Bon, was surprised to feel a hand tenderly grip her own. She looked at it, almost gormless, seeing it enveloped in the slightly smaller grip of Lyra’s left. She looked into the deep saffron hues of the mare beside her, her brows knitted.
“It can be our foal... if you want it to be,” Lyra offered sincerely, gripping Derpy’s hand tighter. “I know what I said downstairs, but we screw all that if you want. I mean...” Lyra trailed off, unsure of what to say, but still looking with a deep fondness into Derpy’s amber eyes. With an exhale, she brought her right palm around to cup the mailmare’s sodden cheek. “Hey, Derpy, c’mere,” Lyra beckoned, leaning her muzzle towards the grey mare.
“O-okay,” Derpy obeyed softly, her heart resettling back on beating against her ribcage.
Within a prompt instant, Lyra brought her lips to meet Derpy’s. When she inched her tongue forwards, aside from tasting herself strongly on the lips of the other, she went to affectionately wrestle tongues with the mailmare. Derpy met the challenger eagerly, fencing with the other muscle with an audible moan, leaning into Lyra. She had to force the dam closed on her tears. Derpy felt emotional at that moment, and she couldn’t explain it. The affection in Lyra’s kiss was louder and more impactful than any words she could of said. In that kiss, she felt appreciated, wanted, needed.
She felt loved.
Lyra broke away slowly, withdrawing her tongue until it was just their pursed lips, leaving the mailmare’s lips with a smile, the musician felt tugged at the heartstrings. “You’re a good kisser,” Lyra said suavely, trying to break the ice; grinning.
Derpy sniffled, but released a laugh, wiping her eye with the back of her wrist. “Thank you, but I’m out of practice.”
“I couldn’t tell,” Lyra shrugged with a warm grin, indirectly causing comparatively small breasts to bounce; the musician coyly smiling at Derpy’s unsubtle glance. “You’re ready to go again, huh?” Lyra said with a smirk, slightly puffing out her chest.
“W-what?” Derpy stuttered, feigning ignorance with a blush, tearing her eyes away from Lyra’s humble bosom.
Signifying the shift in tone, Lyra’s hand uncoiled from Derpy’s, and instead inched towards the still exposed member resting on the mailmare’s lower belly. Lyre knew that her younger self would look upon the scene with disbelief. She would not believe her eyes at seeing her older self so readily wrap her fingers around such a virile looking specimen, her fingers gently squeezing around the cock meat with a lack of disgust on her features; giving the appendage a few pumps before looking its owner in the face; the grey mare’s cheeks flushed pink.
“Bon Bon had her turn, I think I’d like to try,” Lyra propositioned, slightly parting her legs to give the mare beside her a view of her dark green folds; holding her tongue between her teeth. “Ya know, I’ve never actually had the real thing inside of me... well, not if you count my mouth...” she glanced away in thought with that final remark, before shaking her head, continuing to give affection to Derpy’s sceptre, stroking up and down.
“I...” Derpy’s voice caught in her throat, coming out instead as a pleasured exhale. Her table leg of a cock inflated once more with warm blood, a dot of precum squeezed from the bestial tip signifying her body’s eagerness to pursue further satisfaction.
“I think I know what your friend wants,” Lyra purred, lust burning in her eyes as she squeezed the turgid flesh; enjoying the feeling of it swell in her hand like some inflatable balloon.
Derpy’s breathing became heavier, but she remained still, looking down between her legs as the mare’s hand pumped her already slippery cock with her deft hand. Bon Bon’s juices and Derpy’s cum allowed Lyra to slide her hand up and down her twitching pole with ease. Lyra’s fingers paid close attention to the medial ring as well as the rim of Derpy’s flare, each motion bringing about a throb and moan from the mailmare. Derpy soon felt Lyra’s cheek on her shoulder, her gentle handjob was framed almost lovingly with this manoeuvre, as if they were a couple looking upon a sunset.
“I wanna bang,” Lyra informed demurely, her index finger stopping over the urethra, gently swaying the cock from side to side as pre stuck to the underside of her digit.
Derpy’s brows snapped together, her surprise was apparent and so strong she actually forced her eyes away from the hand fondling her cock to Lyra, who was staring back at her innocently. “R-really?”
“Yeah! I mean, why not?” Lyra asked, her hand stopping partway down the shaft. Under each of her fingertips she could feel the warm flow of piping hot blood travelling up and down from the flare to hilt. It was obscene feeling, one that made the pink crease between her thighs soak with her mint flavoured lubricant.
“But you’re-”
“A lesbian?” Lyra completed, cocking a brow and grinning. When she finished that, the hand grasping the throbbing tool loosened, and came to wrap around the back of Derpy’s neck. With all the casualness of a high school jock, Lyra’s hand came to grope at one of the mailmare’s large soft breasts; the musician’s smile flirtatious as her pre-covered fingers sunk into the mammary through the shirt. “I think my membership that that particular club was voided the moment I sucked you off. And besides, I’d have to be a fool to pass up the chance to have sex with Ponyville’s hottest MILF wouldn’t I? Before she’s dethroned at least...” she ended on a playfully teasing note, both mares giving a glance to Bon Bon as she slept.
Derpy’s lips curled into a sheepish smile. Despite the crass veneer, she was flattered. “Okay then. Let’s have sex,” she replied, smiling, her nervousness had eased into a cool demeanour that her seductively smiling at the mare beside her. Whilst her voice wasn’t overly eager, her member was – twitching, throbbing, inpatient for a clam to stuff. It was ironic that her mind was in a state of deja vu, the second occurrence of a thought twanging in her mind.
She was gonna fuck one of her best friends… again!
Lyra burned with a craving between her legs at Derpy’s acceptance, her sex moist and eager, although her smile wavered with some trepidation as she glanced a look at the goliath of a cock; inflamed and twitching with its latent desire to impale her. As she slid down to lay on her back, her breath trembling with arousal and fear, Derpy carefully rolled over atop her; the mailmare’s arms coming to press into the mattress on either side of Lyra to ensure the musician wasn’t forced to bear the weight of the husky mare and her large ample bosom.
“Um, Derpy, just one thing, uh...” Lyra began with a reluctant tone, looking down between their bodies, feeling – as well as seeing – the large monstrous member weighing down on her belly. It looked like a thicker and meatier baseball bat. And it was going to be inside of her. “Be gentle, right? I might not technically be a virgin by most accounts, but it still doesn’t mean I’m used to taking… that, either.”
Derpy nodded in understanding, brushing a loose strand of mane off the mare’s cheek. “I will.”
“And don’t mention it to Bon Bon. I don’t want her to think I’m… delicate,” Lyra requested with a blush, eyes averted.
Derpy smirked, and nuzzled into Lyra’s exposed neck, planting a kiss in the coat; feeling Lyra’s hands come up to cradle the back of her head and bringing her mouth upwards. It was then the two melted into a kiss, Derpy suddenly feeling very hot in her attire but didn’t want to disrupt the moment to remove it, content in swapping spit with the musician as one of her hands came to fondle the small, squeezable breasts, her fingers pressing into the soft tissue and caressing the small feminine mound. Lyra appreciated the attention given to her breasts, moaning into Derpy’s mouth as the mailmare’s thumb rubbed over her nipple, sending out a pang of dull pleasure from the sensitive bud.
Both mares released quivering breaths when the mailmare angled her hips, pushing the large flat crown of her leaking stallionhood against Lyra’s waiting sex. Lyra’s parted her thighs further apart in lewd welcoming, her heart thundering in her chest. Derpy parted from the passionate tongue wrestle to moan loudly as her pole began to part Lyra’s tight slit. The musician squealed, a noise mixing together pleasure and pain. Lyra felt as though she was a jar, and Derpy’s generous appendage was an overly large hand trying to force its way in to reach the contents inside, but the musician couldn’t deny to herself how wonderful it felt. When the flare was eased into Lyra’s pink, the ribbed rim of the tip scrapping the first inch or so of her quim, she quivered with the bliss of a new sort of pleasure. The sensation of being filled.
To Derpy’s credit, she was being delicate, even if her lower body trembled with the need to slam into the inexperienced cunt. Fortunately for Lyra, Derpy was firmly in control of her actions. She inched her fat grey snake into the soft canal at a snail’s pace, trying not to elicit any painful squeaks from Lyra’s lips. What she did like to hear was the occasional moan, her obese rod pushed apart Lyra’s walls so much that each inch that was fed into Lyra’s snatch stimulated that special spot within the mare that made her quiver and groan. Soon Lyra felt the head of Derpy’s staff kiss her cervix, the sensation making her face cringe with discomfort but her body react with a pleasured shiver; the kind that made her grip onto Derpy for dear life as the mailmare’s cock began to retreat from her marehole.
Sparing only a few inches from the confines of Lyra’s twat Derpy thrust her lance into the remaining space with a grunt, feeling Lyra’s fingers dig into her back in a mixture of ecstasy and pain. Derpy was quick to adopt a rhythm, her hips and plump bottom pulling back to only thrust back into Lyra with passionate forcefulness. Each thrust encouraged Lyra’s hands to push against the mailmare’s back, right up until Derpy’s breasts were mashed against her own. The two then found each other’s lips, sucking on each other's tongues as their pelvises met, grunting and moaning as they fucked.
Soon Derpy felt Lyra’s flower squeeze around her stamen, trying to prevent her from sparing the few meagre inches of prime fuck meat she dared take out from the musician’s sex. Lyra was enjoying this. Good. So was Derpy. The way her tool nestled snugly into the delightfully tight canal brought about a familiar sensation in her abdomen, the squeezing softness of Lyra’s femininity brought her cock to swell, ready to unload her potency into Lyra’s womb. Derpy, with a last-minute moment of clarity, tried to pull out completely. But as her cock engorged, ready to unload her cream into Lyra’s foal-box, the musician’s legs wrapped around her, forcing her to remain in with embedded within her with wordless plea, to claim her womb with her pole; their kiss intensifying as they both acknowledged what was to come of this union of flesh.
“Ahh~” they both broke from the kiss to moan as Derpy pushed against the entrance to Lyra’s womb, her member flaring and throbbing. One, three, five, eight. Eight pumps of semen gushed into Lyra, impressive considering how recently Bon Bon’s foal-maker was graced with thick white paint. Lyra felt overfull, as if she had consumed her stomach capacity twice over, yet felt contented and warm by the huge smattering of cum against her womb’s wall. Her body sagged, and she smiled dreamily as she pulled away from Derpy’s lips, breathing heavy.
“That was...” Lyra began, staring back at the red-cheeked mailmare, whose lip was curled in waiting. Lyra had many words in her head to describe the experience, all of them unequivocally positive in nature, but still, she struggled with the right one to choose. With a smile, stroking the back of her palm across Derpy’s cheek, she found the word. “Different.”
Derpy blinked, tilting her head, but eventually shook it and beamed at the mare beneath her. “That’s it?”
Lyra furrowed her brows, wearing a face of faux offence. “Hey, there’s a reason I don’t sing with my performances. I prefer to let my music do the talking for me.”
“Well, maybe you can create a composition for her,” Bon Bon’s voice suddenly sounded as she plopped down beside them, giving out a contented sigh. “I was wondering if the two of you were going to fool around after I was out for the count. It made for a nice show.”
“How long were you watching?” Lyra asked with her eyes widened slightly.
“When the two to you started sucking face,” Bon Bon answered casually, kissing the mint green mare on the cheek.
Derpy rolled off Lyra onto the unoccupied side of the bed, a surprising lack of surprise in her features. In truth, she was simply too exhausted to visibly show it, a goofy smile plastered on her face. “You were right Bon Bon.”
Bon Bon furrowed her brows, wrapping herself around one of Lyra’s arms, breasts pressing into the musician’s arm whilst her cheek pressed into Lyra’s shoulder. “About what?”
“That this was special,” Derpy said quietly, joining Bon Bon in wrapping around Lyra’s arm, head pressed comfortably into the nape of the musician’s neck.
“Why am I the filling of this mare sandwich?” Lyra asked, lightly tugging both of her arms, finding that the grip of her lovers was ironclad. “Not that I’m complaining...” she added coyly, enjoying the warm pillowy feeling of their breasts pressing into her coat.
“Happy accident,” Bon Bon answered. She was almost envious of her wife’s felicitous circumstance, and snuggled closer to the lithe mare; her rack acting as a bicep-cosy for the musician. “I wish we could stay like this all night.”
“Me too,” Derpy concurred. “But Dinky and Carrot Top are expecting me back by nine.”
“Yeah, sha-” Lyra stopped mid-sentence, sniffing, her eyes squinting open in suspicious. The air smelt distinct of something smoky. “Bon, honey, I know we’re married, but we have guests. You could’ve at least held it in.”
Bon Bon’s eyes shot open, pulling away from the musician in offence. “What in Celestia’s name are you talking about?!”
Derpy opened her eyes from the raised voices, but she inhaled a scent in the air, brows raising as she shot up. “Do you smell smoke?”
It turned out that leaving various candles lit and unattended next to flammable materials wasn’t the most intelligent decision in the world. As a result, the three mares were left half-naked under the clear night sky as the Bon Bon’s business – and home – roared with flame. Derpy had distributed her shorts and shirt to both Lyra and Bon Bon to hide their unmentionables, the trio all having to settle for crossing their arms to hide their breasts and erect nipples... it was a cold night.
The fire services were prompt to respond, putting out the fire with diligent haste, even if a few of them not actively involved in putting out the blaze did spare a moment to ogle at the sight of three beautiful naked mares under the moonlight. After the fire was successfully culled into embers, the crew offered condolences to the trio, offering a silver lining that two of the rooms were largely untouched by the fire – meaning that a lot of valuables were thankfully intact – but the damage was so severe that it would take weeks if not months to make it habitable.
Needless to say, Derpy jumped at the chance to offer the couple a temporary home.
In one night, having been marked with a cock-eyed stare from Carrot Top and an excitable exclamation of ‘slumber party’ from the Dinky, Lyra and Bon Bon moved in. They had a few boxes of valuable belongings, a single suitcase of clothes between them and two potential foals starting to grow in their bellies. Fortunately, the three were content with sharing a single bed. The day after Derpy requested a day off, which she was granted, to then discuss the whole situation with the couple. Money was a concern for her, but for some reason when brought it up Bon Bon dismissed her worry, to which Lyra gave her wife a knowing look…
A month passed, then two. The business and adjoining apartment were repaired but despite Bon Bon heading there every day to work the shop she always returned to Derpy’s abode, same went for Lyra. As the bumps in their bellies became more pronounced they felt more at home in the presence of the father, but there was also something therapeutic about being in the company of Dinky, whose unceasing aura of joy helped completely erase any sort of lingering doubts the couple had about being parents. And Dinky enjoyed a full house, almost as much as Derpy enjoyed having a full bed. Without any sort of fanfare, or even acknowledgement, the couple had moved into the household.
Seven Months Later
Dinky scampered alongside the carriage with her little feet, trying to steal glances at the little bundle of joys held within. The two foals, one a filly, one a colt, were a great source of curiosity for Dinky. A few months after Lyra and Bon Bon had begun to live with her – the young filly taken to regarding them as ‘secret mommies’ for fun – she noticed for the first time how big their bellies were. After asking why their bellies had grown so large the adults simply laughed, and received the ever-so-cryptic answer of ‘a couple of miracles,’ which left her very much annoyed with Bon Bon, and thus chose not to smile as large as she usually did when consuming her sweets. A pact she failed to adhere to, but nonetheless, she remembered how hot her curiosity burned for a straight answer. And after so long, she finally got it. Got it in the form of two tiny sleepy foals. And going through the park was the first she had ever gotten so close to them since they were brought home only a couple days ago.
“What’s their names?” Dinky asked, each step accompanied by a hop, trying her best to peer inside. A few seconds passed and the unicorn filly looked up at her mother, who seemed entranced by the two foals within. “Mommy?”
Derpy blinked, looking to Dinky with an apologetic half-smile. “Sorry, Dinky. What was the question?”
“What’s their names?” Dinky reiterated, smiling.
Derpy smiled. Bon Bon and Lyra named them both individually, and Derpy was happy to let them. The couple were currently deep asleep at home and Derpy knew she would regard herself a fool if she didn’t take advantage of the beautiful day outside to take her children out for a walk, even if the two youngest weren’t quite capable of that yet. The two broke their waters at the same time. It was a coincidence, but also a heck of a panic for the mailmare. Fortunately, things went as smooth fine silk. The two were hospitalised and prepared give birth to their foals.
For Lyra, things went about as typical as Derpy could have hoped for. After a very strenuous labour, with lots of threats directed at hospital workers – the threat of using her doctor’s intestines as harp strings was quite a prominent one in Derpy’s memory – the foal was delivered. A little unicorn filly, with a cobalt coat and violet mane; a colour she also soon found was shared with her eyes. After the foal was delivered, and Lyra was handed her, Derpy got to bear witness to a sight she had seen once before. That of unfathomable amounts of joy, all contained and compressed into a singular look directed at the foal she carried in her arms. Derpy remembered the warmth in her chest when the foal’s fingers coiled around one of her extended digits and the tears that welled up in Lyra’s eyes when the filly opened her eyes for the first time.
Now, Bon Bon was… less than typical. The mare was excited, she couldn’t wait to get the foal out of her and to look upon it for the first time in her arms. But the foal had different plans. Whilst Lyra gave birth, Bon Bon waited, figuratively tapping her foot. A night passed in the hospital with no sign of movement from the foal in her womb, and needless to say, Bon Bon was afraid, worried for the child still in her belly. Worry was replaced with confusion and frustration when the doctor informed the mare that the foal was simply taking its time. It was Derpy’s foal alright! The foal was finally delivered on the morning of the third day, and Bon Bon was simply too happy to be disgruntled by the wait. Screaming, tears, panting and then smiles. The foal was a colt, and when he was given to Bon Bon the sight of him was enough to elicit red cheeks from all of his mothers; the resemblance to the ‘father’ was quite blatant. The pegasus colt’s coat was a similar shade of blueish grey, only a tad darker, and his mane was a neutral orange – a few shades darker than blonde, some would say.
“It wasn’t like we were exactly discreet about this whole thing anyway,” Lyra shrugged in the memory, chortling. At the time, Derpy and Bon Bon couldn’t help but agree, and Bon Bon settled on a name for the colt. One they were all happy with.
“Crackle Pop and Tootsie Flute,” Derpy finally answered, her voice soft, yet the foals stirred at the mention of their names before falling back into their deep and comfortable sleep. Derpy then looked to the awestruck Ditzy, her smile warm. “They’re your brother and sister.”