> Alternate Beginnings: Behind Closed Doors
>  by Doug Graves
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> DA, AJ; One; After Dinner (3.5)
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“Shhh,” Applejack replies in a soft voice, “Ah'm helping warm up the bed. Just like you asked.” She closes her eyes before moving down, kissing him full on the lips. Doug feels his trepidation dissipate as the mare slowly moves a hoof down his body, closing his eyes and kissing back.

Her hoof slowly caresses his chest, winding its way down the sparse black hair. The bony bump of each rib, ending earlier than she would have expected as she gets to the muscle of his belly. Her other foreleg is supporting her weight above him, her hips slowly grind against his, her back legs splayed wide. Her hoof finds the thicker patch of hair, just above his crotch, and she lingers a moment before moving to the side, again finding his ribs as she makes her way back up his body.

His left hand slowly creeps along her shoulder, gradually pushing harder and harder into the tight muscles. His right hand moves to the back of her head, twisting fingers through her slightly damp mane as he pushes her mouth against his. Her sharp exhale as he finally finds a sensitive spot, opening his mouth to relish the outburst of hot breath against his own. His hand slowly caressing her mane as he opens his mouth wider, inviting her with a short lick against her lips.

She greedily accepts, her head nearly escaping his hand as she lunges forward, her tongue pushing into his mouth, quickly finding its mate and running over, under, and around, trying to corral the retreating muscle. His scent is even stronger, spurring her to delve deeper as her tongue shifts back and forth.

She stops as his hand presses against her barrel, her green eyes opening, a bit of confusion on her face. His mouth scrunches up in discomfort, the hand at her side moving to wipe the liquid from his face and mouth, depositing it on the sheets. She frowns at his expression, tentatively asking, "So... how was it?"

"Wet," comes the hasty reply, a wink that fails to lighten her expression. "Tasted good, a hint of apples. Maybe a little too much tongue, though; where did you learn to kiss like that?"

Applejack tucks her head slightly into her body, looking away with a touch of red on her face, "Um, Ah didn't, not really, Ah've never... done this before. Ah'm s-"

"Shh," he says, a finger to her lips, "Hey, none of that; I've never done this with a pony, and certainly never gone as far as we're going to go."

"Ya... ya sure?"

"Of course," he says quietly, another light kiss against Applejack's muzzle, "But we can take as long as we need to get there."

"Ah... Ah can do that," she says, her bright green eyes sparkling as she goes for another kiss. Slower this time, her tongue cautiously scouting forward. Meeting his own, the guardian of his mouth that slowly leads her in, withdrawing while maintaining a close touch. She eager follows, but at his pace, the bottom of her tongue grazing the incisors. Thinner than hers, perhaps a tad sharper, until she gets to the canines, a sharp spire that her tongue lingers over, pressing up against again and again. A touch from his tongue brings a smile to her face as she continues, finding sharper molars than she has, but not any worse than she expected.

A quick trip along the top reveals a near mirror image of the bottom teeth, her tongue lingering on his for several seconds before it withdraws, Applejack smacking her lips a few times. Doug smiles up at her, his hand finding that sweet spot behind her ear as he asks, "That was much better; how was it for you?"

"Mm," Applejack says, winking at him, "Ah could go for another taste." She leans forward, pushing her lips against his but keeping her mouth closed as she kisses his lower lip, then his chin. Doug lifts his head as she continues under his jaw, finding the bump of cartilage in his neck. He lets out a low groan, one of his hands slipping from her side to her flanks, fingers digging into the thick muscles. She can feel his penis expand, pushing between her teats as it tries to navigate the hair of her belly.

"Oh, God, I want you so badly," he moans, his hips pushing up against hers. His hand slips from her flanks, trailing down her leg to find her teat. His hand brushes aside the hair as he grasps her, completely covering the thin layer of fat, his thumb finding the nipple and gently swirling around. She groans, more out of anticipation than pleasure, as her head moves down, kissing first the bone between his shoulder and head before moving down further, finding his own teat. He giggles as she lightly suckles, his hand stopping its motion while he lightly squirms.

Applejack smiles, moving to the other side and starting to suckle again. She stops as he flinches away, a hint of pain in his face. "Ah'm sorry, did that hurt you?" she asks before trying to remove one of his nipple hairs from her mouth.

"Um, it's more ticklish, and my nipples don't really do anything... sensual for me, not when you suck on them. They're pretty sensitive, not in a good way, and I'm more afraid you'll hurt me by accident."

"Alright, Sugarcube, Ah can avoid that. Ah should let you know, you holding onto my teats don't do much for me, either."

"Huh." Doug looks down, rubbing his thumb along her erect nipple, "Really? I'm finding it extremely pleasurable." He lightly squeezes her, Applejack looking down her barrel to watch him play with her as his grip tightens.

"Well, it don't hurt or nothing, so if you really like it you can keep on doing it."

"Mm, I love you, Applejack."

"Ah love you, too, Doug."

His hand moves to her opposite ear, "Just be sure to tell me when I find something you do like." He lightly scratches her; Applejack's breath catches, her head moving away from his chest. "Mm, just like that." Applejack moans as he presses harder, his thumb digging into her ear as his fingers wind through her mane, scratching the roots. She briefly pushes her head up, finding his lips with hers as her front legs collapse forward, a rush of air from both of them as her body weight settles on his chest and her elbows.

Doug's other hand moves up, finding her right ear and mirroring the left, both hands digging in to her mane. His hand bumps her Stetson as they kiss, the hat toppling off, the side bonking Doug between the eyes before falling to the side. Neither of them pause as they continue, Applejack's hooves kneading into Doug's arms and shoulders as his hands move down her mane, fingernails digging into her coat as she moans again, feeling a heat deep in her nethers.

"Ah'm ready," she pants, a quick breath before her kissing resumes.

Doug does not need to be told twice, a hand moving down her side, fingers playfully twisting the hair as they pass by. Applejack quivers as his hand reaches her flanks, her backside, her outer lips. His fingers dance on the outside, tracing a quick line around her as his other hand finds his own member, giving it an unnecessary shake. She can feel it drag along her belly before lining up, his head pressing against her inner walls.

'This is it', Applejack tells herself. 'After this, there is no turning back. Ah'm stuck with him, for better or for worse.'

Her lips meet his again, a slow nod against his mouth as she feels the pressure behind her increase. She gently lets her back legs relax, trying to lower herself on to him but the angle is wrong, he is too far back. Until he shifts underneath her, his hands going to her flanks. They grip into her as she feels his hips buck, driving his head into her, a gasp from him as he repeats the maneuver, another third of him disappearing into her. She lets out a low groan as he thrusts one more time; he is hilted inside her, comfortably resting as his hands find their way to her head, forcing their lips together.

Applejack had lost her hymen years ago, the stresses of apple bucking and other farm work making short work of the thin film. He didn't feel as large as she imagined a stallion would feel, and had never experimented with toys like her friend Rarity had. It isn't like she hasn't fooled around with herself and a picture of a pear or, heavens to Betsy, a pineapple - just the one time, of course. But this doesn't feel like the book Rarity had lent her. There is no painful throbbing of him trying to rend her apart, no crushing force against her cervix. Just him, laying underneath her as if he belongs there. And he does.

Applejack grins against his lips as he starts thrusting; the position is a touch kinky, but for their first time he is doing remarkably well. So what that they didn't start in the standard position; no need to fix what isn't broken. She lets out a long moan as a wayward thrust slides against her clitoris, her muscles tensing, trying to increase the pressure, to get the stallion to do what Faust intended. Doug groans, his eyes closed and arms tightening around her back, pulling her in close as he speeds up, the increased thrusting driving away the euphoric haze of her orgasm. She tenses, her body fervently awaiting a second as his breath becomes ragged, his thrusts slightly less controlled, a final, nearly silent groan from the human before he breathes a sigh of relief.

Applejack's second orgasm hits her as she feels him erupt inside her, her muscles doing their best to contract, to keep his seed inside her for as long as possible. Maybe one day, Celestia willing, those seeds would do their duty inside her, to give her the family that is so important to the Apples. But, even if it takes years of effort, she would stick by him.

"I love you, Applejack," comes the dazed voice, his arms slowly falling from her sides.

"I love you too, Doug," she easily replies, nuzzling into his neck as she watches him quickly fall asleep, his seed safely trapped inside her.
> AJ, RD; One; Running (9.5)
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"Alright, Doug, you got a whole list of chores there. Ah'll probably catch up with you after a few hours, once Ah finish some of mine and get to apple bucking."

"Sounds good, Applejack, Rainbow; catch you later!"

"Alright, dude, take it easy!"

Applejack and Rainbow Dash watch Doug walk out of the farmhouse, Rainbow waving at the human's back. Applejack glances over at Rainbow, who sheepishly puts her hoof down. The earth pony asks, "So, Rainbow, nice having you over and all, but Ah got a lot of things Ah need to get done around here."

"Oh, hey, that's cool and all." Rainbow's gaze wanders around the room. "I guess I was just hoping that, you know, with heat season starting soon and all..."

Applejack stares blankly at Rainbow as the pegasus makes awkward hoof motions, tapping her two front hooves together before trying to get one of her hind legs in on the action. Applejack sighs, "Just spit it out, Rainbow; what do you want?"

"Pah." Rainbow looks side to side, then out the window to make sure Doug has walked away, then upstairs to confirm that Granny Smith and Big Mac have both already left the farmhouse to work on their own duties. She glances back to Applejack, "Well, I think that my heat has already started, so..."

"And what do you want?"

Rainbow sighs, "Are you really going to make me say it?"

Applejack nods, "Are you really going to make me help out again? If Ah've told you once, Rainbow, Ah've told you a thousand times, if you keep on using a cooler it's just going to make it harder to resist using one the next time. Ah've never used one, never needed it."

"Aww, but you have Doug now! And he's, like, I mean, have you felt his hands?"

"Yes, Rainbow, Ah've felt his hands before."

"He didn't even do anything! He just, like, rubbed my legs and nearly rubbed me out along with them!"

"Oh, come now, Rainbow, he ain't that good with them."

Rainbow starts nodding her head, her pace slowly picking up, "Well, maybe you'll need to wait until you're in heat then, because ohmygosh they felt amazing. Like, I was presenting myself to him after he was done with two legs! Me! And I never present to anypony!"

Applejack looks at the eight inch rubber dong Rainbow had left here the last time, then back at the pegasus. "Ah huh."

"Oh, come on, Applejack, this is different! Please, just the one time. Last time."

"Oh, Rainbow, if only Ah could believe you on that." Applejack stares at Rainbow, the pegasus continuing to give her a pleading look. "Fine. But this is the last time, got it?"

"Sure thing, Applejack, bestest buddy, this is the last time I ask you. Today."

"Right; now, did you-" Applejack turns, glaring at Rainbow, who merely offers a large smile in response. "Fine. Whatever. Here or upstairs?"

"I'll be fast, we can just do it here." Rainbow turns, placing her front hooves on the floor and flicking her tail off to the side. It immediately moves back into its normal position, Rainbow huffing as she flicks it again.

"You could at least wait until Ah'm ready," Applejack quips, filling the pouch. She checks the line to the cooler, giving it a test squirt; it would be a pretty stud-ish move to get Rainbow as riled up as possible, where the cooler would have the most effect once she squirted the solution inside, just for the hose to kink or have a blockage or something, leaving the mare high and dry. Real dry. And mad enough to lash out, probably thinking Applejack did it on purpose.

Rainbow grumbles as she lifts her back end higher, swishing her tail back and forth. Applejack sighs, taking the cooler in one hoof and parting the long hair that covers Rainbow's marehood with the other. A dab of lubricant and the cooler slips right in, Rainbow gritting her teeth at the object penetrating her. Applejack slides it in and out with her hoof, a bored expression on her face as she pointedly looks away from Rainbow.

"So, uh, how does Doug compare to the cooler? Not that I'm, you know, interested in him, of course."

"Well, Ah told you Ah haven't used a cooler before, so Ah can't really tell you. Not that Ah really want to talk about this, either." The cooler slips a little, Rainbow's own lubricant making it a little hard to grip.

"Ah, come on, Applejack, it's not just stallions that talk about this stuff. We're best friends, right?"

"Ah huh."

Rainbow huffs, trying to stand still as the cooler moves in and out of her. "Can't you go, like, any deeper? Or faster?"

"Sorry, Rainbow, but Ah can only hold on to so much of this at once. And it's really slippery, too, once you get going, and Ah'd hate to, heh, lose it inside you. The hose ain't exactly made for pulling it out."

"At least go a little faster."

"Fine." Applejack adjusts her grip, speeding up a little, "You know, you could have just splurged on the twelve inch version."

"Pff, this one has worked fine most times. I just need a more awesome, you know, mental image to work with. So, what's Doug like?"

"Ugh, fine." Applejack slides the cooler all the way out, Rainbow giving a startled yelp and turning to watch. Applejack grunts, pushing the cooler inside herself, giving two thrusts and pulling it out. She pushes it back into Rainbow as she says, "So, he's a bit thicker, and can get about twice as far in, on account of him able to use his whole penis instead of half of this. And he presses all the way up against you, tries to give you the whole thing every time."

"Wait, seriously? There's no way it gets that big."

"Honest Apple, it gets that big. It looks small most of the time but it, like, fills with blood and gets hard, not as hard as a cooler but it feels way better. You can feel it pulse inside you, when he's resting or sometimes when he's thrusting."

Rainbow's eyes go to the ceiling, rolling up into her eyelids as she imagines the cooler thrusting inside her is actually Doug, his hands on her flanks as he pounds her over and over, finally filling her up with-

"Alright Applejack, I'm almost there!"

Applejack moves a hoof to the pouch, watching Rainbow's face. Just before the mare's eyes glaze over Applejack presses down on the pouch, a firm, steady pressure from her hoof that drains the liquid down the tube, through the cooler and into the mare. Rainbow sighs as she orgasms, the solution a brief stopgap for the mare's heat, a bit of the solution and Rainbow's juices spurting out around the edges of the cooler. Applejack withdraws the cooler, a brief look of disgust as the liquid splashes onto her hoof and foreleg. She sighs as she goes to the sink, washing herself and the cooler off before grabbing a towel, looking at the growing puddle underneath Rainbow. 

"Thanks, Applejack, you're the best friend a mare could ask for." Rainbow's eyes close halfway, a sultry smile coming over her lips as she moves closer, "And, we could be even better friends if you want..."

Applejack nods her head while rolling her eyes, "Ah huh, that's the cooler talking. Now, if you don't want to leave a bigger mess here, one that Ah will make you clean up, Ah suggest you fly off for a little bit and take a nap or something."

A sleepy Rainbow yawns, "That sounds pretty awesome, Applejack. I'll catch you later!"

Rainbow flies out of the farmhouse, still in a bit of a daze, as Applejack grabs a towel. She cleans up a bit of the fluid that leaked out of Rainbow, a hoof coming to her face as she realizes Rainbow has left the cooler here. Again.
> DA, AJ; One; Request (11.0)
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March 3rd

It felt like a dream. Which meant that it probably was. Too much movement, not enough pain for the contortions she was putting her body through. Or any pain, which was almost always the best indicator.

Applejack stirs, a light throbbing in her head. Her dreams are so hard to hang on to, always quickly dissipating into a haze. Why did her head keep pulsing, then? Stress induced headache?

She chuckles to herself, laying in bed. Probably not. One of Doug's arms is wrapped around her barrel, tucked under one of her forelegs, his hand idly resting against the sheets. His other arm is trapped under her neck, her head resting against his bicep. Something of his is poking her in the dock, probing in the darkness, a rhythmic pulsing that matches his heartbeat. His chest is pressed against her back, one of their favorite positions to fall asleep in, both laying on their sides, exhausted after a long day of working and, if she was feeling up for it, a brief lovemaking session, though nothing had happened last night.

His soft breathing and lack of arm movements preclude any purposeful intentions on his part. It has happened before, of course. Doug explained, in that matter-of-course manner that he has, that it is a common occurrence for humans, a natural reflex to keep the blood flowing correctly. Most mornings, Applejack does not particularly care for it; if she had been feeling up for anything then he would have worn her out that night. Most mornings she doesn't feel like going at it again, or at all, preferring instead to get an early start on chores and breakfast; keeping clean instead of getting dirty. And when his morning wood presents itself, he almost always feels like going at it again, and she has both a hard time saying no, and a harder time saying yes.

Today, though, feels different. Maybe because it has been more than a day between their sessions, maybe because she feels like being spontaneous. Or, maybe, it has to do with those dreams she had, that felt like she was riding in a wagon, traveling over a bumpy road, Doug trapped underneath and inside her as she felt every rock and turn as she pounded away. Her mind is slowly turning that desire up, to actualize it, to have Doug pound away at her until that sweet release comes.

Applejack softly groans to herself; yup, definitely a heat dream. She sighs; her normal prescription for this situation is a cold splash of water, a more curt 'mornin' to Big Mac than normal, and a long day of bucking apples. She turns a little, looking at Doug, his mouth slightly open as he quietly breathes in and out. Hopefully he isn't too disappointed in the lack of sex for the next two weeks. Her head and back push against him as she snuggles into his arms again; it would be tough on the whole family if she got pregnant, at this point. She wouldn't be able to collect as many apples, or plant as much for the next year, and then next year she would have a foal she would need to spend a lot of time with. Well, Doug could take their foal between feedings, but she would still need to meet up with him whenever their foal got hungry. She smiles to herself; their foal.

A hand slowly shifts against the sheets, the arm above her flexing, bringing one hand up against her barrel. Applejack coos softly as he starts rubbing, the hand slowly drifting lower and scratching the soft hair of her belly. She turns, a smile coming over her face as she sees a smile on his. Eyes are still closed, but there is a purpose behind his movements, becoming crystal clear as his hand finds one of her teats, the pressure slowly building as he squeezes, starting off gently and gradually increasing. Her desire builds as he continues, only leveling off when he swaps to the other side, then growing more and more and becoming difficult to ignore. Much like the member behind her.

Applejack turns her body, her four legs resting underneath her while Doug keeps both arms wrapped around her neck and flank. A brief look of disappointment on his face as he goes for a kiss, trying to reach her ears, a welcome spot that nearly always gets her in the mood. But, alas, "Ah'm sorry, Doug," she whispers, moving her mouth to his to share a brief kiss, "Not today."

"Aww," he says, an exaggerated pout on his face, "You sure? We didn't do anything yesterday, either."

Applejack nods, keeping her face neutral, "Well, Ah think my heat started. And, much as Ah love you, and Ah do, Ah really do, Ah don't want to have a foal, not this year. Not with the farm how it is."

"Oh." His hand finds the spot again, her resolve tested as he scratches, the flaring of her desire as she moves her head close to him, to share in a few more light kisses. "Well, if that's what you want." His other hand moves around her, prompting her to climb on top of him, his second favorite position.

Applejack rolls her eyes as she complies, "You know nothing's gonna happen, right?" Though her body is starting to have other ideas, her hips slowly shifting against his, trying to let her stallion know that she is ready and waiting for him, no matter what her mouth might be saying.

Doug nods, "I know. I just like having you rest on top of me while we do this." Oh, and she likes it too, loves it, and she moves down to share a brief kiss before pulling away, looking to the side.

"And Ah hate to cut this short, but Ah'm not risking you convincing me against my better judgement." Applejack moans as both of his hands start rubbing against her mane and neck, muttering, "This must have been what Rainbow was talking about." She breathes heavily, her head resting against his neck as her forelegs drop down, trying to keep her body from crushing him.

His hands slow down a fraction, "So, you think it's possible? That we could have... a foal together?"

"Ah sure hope it is, Sugarcube. Isn't that something you want?" Applejack moves her head up, kissing the side of his neck as his hands rest on her flanks.

"It is, it really is, but... how do I say this... is it possible?"

Applejack raises an eyebrow, trying to find his eyes beyond his chin, "What do you mean?"

Doug lifts a hand, "Well, it's not a question of whether I want it or not, because I really, really do. And I'm comfortable waiting, if that is what you want. But... can I get you pregnant?"

"Um..." Applejack stammers, trying to remember what she had learned or heard about this topic. "Ah'm not exactly sure. Ah think Ah've heard of ponies and donkeys having foals, and maybe a pony and a griffon? But Ah don't know any myself. Why?"

Doug's voice falls as he says, "Well, back where I came from, it would be impossible for me to get you pregnant. Different species. I thought you knew that." His hand reaches up, caressing her ear, moving down to her cheek, slowly rubbing, pausing at her shudder. "Maybe magic changes things, but this?"

"Oh." A tear comes to Applejack's eye, the thought of never having a foal with Doug, of having to find another stallion to sire with just for Doug to raise the foals, knowing they aren't his own. No; she wouldn't put him through that, not if they don't have to. "Ah'm sure there's a solution for us, Doug. Maybe a potion, or a spell, or something that will let us raise a family, to start a herd together."

His face brightens, both hands starting again, one slowly tracing a line around her eye, back up to her ear while the other runs down her side, her flank, gripping her hind leg. Their lips meet again, a long, slow kiss that ends as Applejack's smile curls to a smirk.

"So, you don't think you can get me pregnant, huh?"

Doug nods, curious as to the reason for her smirk.

"Well, you know, sex during heat is supposed to be the best a mare can get."

Doug's lips turn to a smirk of their own, "Oh, really." His arms try to lift her, pushing up against her barrel. She eagerly complies, moving to his favorite position, rolling onto her back as Doug rolls with her, one of his arms pressed next to her, lifting his chest up while his legs and hips spread her wide, completely exposed if not for his body being in the way. His other hand moves down, a brief squeeze on each teat.

Applejack gasps, more for his pleasure, letting him know she is ready, eager for him, her entrance winking in anticipation; his hand moves down, spreading the hair around her marehood, exposing her entrance for him to enter. Half of him disappears on the first thrust, the rest on the second, and he leaves her no time to adjust as he begins. "Mm," he whispers in her ear, "This feels so good," as he rests his weight on his elbows, his hands moving to her ears and mane as she kisses his neck. 

Applejack can barely respond, the waves of pleasure starting almost immediately as he continues, deep thrusts that barely pull half of him out before slamming back in. She groans as what should have been the first of her orgasms, instead replaced with an increased burning, her body clamping down as best it can but denying her the full pleasure. She shudders as he barely slows down, almost immediately returning to his normal rhythm. Applejack pushes her head into his chin, trying to find his lips as he moves back and forth. Despite her being nearly double his mass this position gives her nearly no control, allowing him to dictate the pace, and she eagerly surrenders her body to his will. She tries to lose herself in the moment, the burning of her heat continuing to push her, to gasp again as the muscles of her marehood tighten.

She smiles as she regains her composure, her lips find his; his endurance has gotten much better over their month of lovemaking, the work on the farm, the runs with Rainbow, and the generous meals, all quickly filling out his thin frame. 'Mm,' she thinks to herself as she feels herself starting to clench again, 'Rainbow; she would absolutely love this.'

"Oh, keep going, almost there," she grunts as she feels him slowing down, his pace picking back up and his breathing getting forced. "Oh, sweet Celestia yes," she groans as she feels her third orgasm hit her, complete this time, perfectly timed with his release. Her mind blanks out as she feels him, two, three, four spurts deep within her, a brief pause before a fifth spurt, and she can feel him shrinking inside her.

She looks over, watching him recover, a blank look on his face before his eyes find hers, his mouth coming close, kissing with a whispered, "I love you," inside her mouth.

She whispers back, "I love you, too" before relaxing against the sheets, sighing as he withdraws from her. She can feel a little leaking out; she adjusts her body, trying to have gravity help keep as much of him inside her as possible. Her heat, that intense pressure replaced with a contented relief, that this is perfect, that no matter what the future holds, everything will work out, no matter when foals decide to happen.
> DA, RA, RD; One; Permission (12.5)
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Rarity moves next to him, pushing her body against his side. “You can get all that romance out of your system on me, I’ve been looking forward to this for two days now.” She eyes him hungrily as the three make their way inside the barn.

The door shuts behind the three, Rainbow awkwardly making her way to the wall. She hops on one of the crates of apples, turning and watching as Rarity nudges Doug with the side of her head. The human neatly folds his body, resting his knees on the ground and sitting on his ankles. Rarity stalks around him, her eyes traveling around the barn; she quickly levitates over two rough blankets, rolled against the wall and partially hidden. She inspects them, a sniff and a bit of a scowl on her face as she looks around the room again, trying to find something more comfortable.

Doug's hands find her flanks, fingers starting to knead the soft muscle of her back. Her eyes close, a short gasp as her horn nearly winks out, the blankets wavering in the air. One unrolls, her hooves gingerly stepping up as the bunched fabrics neatly spreads underneath her, the creases and folds quickly smoothed out. The other pushes against Doug's knees, the human raising them one after another, the blanket slipping underneath him.

Rainbow watches, a little envious of the unicorn's flanks, and not just from Doug's hands pushing into them. They are supple, giving just a little jiggle as Doug's hands knead them, a firm cushion for a stallion to press up against when he rests his body above her. Her tail, styled to give just the barest hint of what lays underneath, the long hair every pony sports hiding the entrance. Rainbow squirms; this is just making it harder to wait, her body gearing up as she watches Doug do the same. 

He pushes his body forward, still on his knees, his hands moving forward to continue along Rarity's back. She leans back, her forelegs lifting off the ground as she balances on her hind legs, his hands continuing their journey along her spine as she stands straighter. He steadies her, a firm grip on her shoulders as she slowly walks backwards, an imitation of an imagined human dance. She slowly raises one foreleg, his hand tracing up to meet with her hoof. She leans her head back, eyes searching for his own as she slowly pirouettes, one full rotation. Their gaze stays locked on each other, Rarity's neck slowly twisting as her foreleg lowers, his hand following to drape around her shoulder.

Rainbow Dash feels the heat in her nethers increase, the slow display nothing like she thought a first encounter would go. Not that she has much experience in the sort, limited to a few magazines hidden under her cloud bed and her own hoof. Well, and the occasional raunchy talk of the more senior weather ponies, but you could trust their stories about as well as you could trust the Everfree to let your sunny day stay that way. Her hoof hesitates over her marehood; any other time, if she was alone, she would have been all over herself. But when heat came, that Tartarus cursed estrus, any contact just got her more and more and more excited, her body denying her the release she craves. Her hoof lowers regardless; the mare in front of her is fully displaying her body, and the stallion has the class to watch her eyes alone.

His arm now twisted around her barrel, Rarity allows herself to sink into his chest, his mouth finding hers. The first kiss, soft, tender as their lips caress, a brief withdrawal as Rarity ponders the smirk on his face. "Something wrong, darling?"

Doug wipes his upper arm against his lips, "Oh, um, you're just like Applejack, way more liquid than I like in a kiss." He licks his lips as Rarity runs her tongue inside her mouth, trying to swallow as much saliva as possible, quickly going in for another. Their lips meet, Doug smiling at the pleasant contact; "Mm," he whispers in her ear, slowly pushing against her chest. She backs up slightly, looking up as his hand stretches her foreleg up into the air. She stands straighter as he rises, her hoof only coming to his shoulders as he stands straight.

Rarity glances down, his prominent erection coming to mid barrel, before looking back up. His other arm takes her hoof, raising it as well; Rarity shakes her head as she tries to get closer, her barrel uncomfortably rubbing up against him. "Now, this just won't do," she says, gently pulling one hoof out of his grasp. She slowly runs her hoof down his chest, stopping at his penis and slowly stroking it, "We'll need to find someplace to put this."

Doug smirks, bending back down to a squatting position. Rarity raises an eye, pulling back slightly in confusion as he takes both hooves, wrapping them around his neck and bringing his head next to hers. They share a brief kiss as his arms go around her barrel, finding a firm grip on her cushiony flanks. Rarity quietly gasps and he grabs hold, tighter than she imagined he would go, until she finds herself lifted into the air.

Doug takes her hind legs, nudging them around his waist, her weight now resting on his hips and shoulders. He winks at Rarity, "So, would you say this is an uncommon position?"

Rarity looks around, suspended in the air, "Without magic? Never. A unicorn would have trouble maintaining this during their rendezvous, impossible at the end. A pegasus might be able to, but only with another pegasus, during free fall."

His lips curl up, "So, then, would you say it's... Unique?"

Rarity smirks back, "Only if you can finish like this."

He holds her up against in the air, her hips resting against his as her forelegs push around his neck, helping support her weight. She feels one of his arms let go of her, starting to slip a little as he positions himself. She feels a finger run along her slit before being replaced by a thicker member. She gasps as she feels him penetrate her, just the tip as his hand returns to her flank.

He goes for a kiss and she gratefully accepts, pushing her head against his as she feels him get deeper. It is only an inch at a time, a little uncomfortable in the awkward position, but he steadily works through her resistance, soon finding himself nearly fully inside. The position doesn't let him get all the way, and Rarity can feel the strength in his arms fading. Until he turns, staggering initially until he gets more comfortable with her weight, walking to the wall. She rests her weight against the wall as best she can as she feels him push in the rest of the way.

Rainbow starts clopping in earnest when he lifts her, nearly hoofing herself as he penetrates her. Now, up against the wall right next to her, a bodylength away? She can hear the sound of him slipping inside and out, the wet slapping as her lubricant drains out, only to be pushed right back against her waiting folds. His breathing, getting louder and faster compared to Rarity's, the unicorn softly sobbing as he presses forward.

Rarity feels him push in her again and again, forcing her up against the wall and himself into her, the burning in her nethers rapidly increasing. His breathing is getting ragged, her mind flicking to the dirty wall behind her, the dirty floor, the dirty blankets, and how dirty her coat will get if this continues. She pushes with her back, nudging him away from the wall, all of her weight supported by him again. He takes a step away from the wall, locking lips with her as she feels him shudder.

Rarity's head swims as she clenches, her marehood tightening around him, muscles pulsing. Her body's trick does its work as she feels him gasp, his arms and legs gripping her before relaxing. One of her hind legs slips, desperately pawing to get back into place as he cums, the angle and lack of a perfect seal allowing a bit to leak out. Rarity tries to press down, to keep more in, until she feels the release she has been hoping for, the burning of her heat finally replaced by a coolness, a contentment inside her unlike any other time her heat had ended.

Rainbow's hoof finally stops, the mare panting at her lack of release, her own desire continuing to climb, a crescendo with no end if she had kept that up. Her tired foreleg, unused to such an extended workout, drops to her side as she watches Rarity pull off of Doug, his flaccid member dropping down with an outpouring of liquid, a mix of cum and mare juices that only serves to get Rainbow even more excited.

Doug shakily drops to his knees, allowing Rarity's hind legs to touch the floor. He drops to a seated position as Rarity nuzzles him, his head slowly turning to meet hers. Their brief kiss, a hand moving behind her head as he winces, scratching her ear; she whispers, "Doug, that was certainly... Unique. Next time, we should do something less strenuous, that both of us can fully enjoy." 

She kisses him again as his arm releases her, smiling as she makes her way to the door. She manages to get outside, shutting the door behind her before she grimaces. She glances backwards, trying to make out the dirt stains on the back of her coat. This is a disaster! In fact, if her heat hadn't just been quenched, this would have been The. Worst. Possible. Thing! But, she feels so relaxed right now, she can't even be bothered to complain. Out loud. She just needs to rush home, hopefully without anypony seeing the condition she is in. Maybe Applejack wouldn't mind her using the farmhouse; it would still leave her plenty of time to clean everything up and get to Donny in time to show off her new outfits, the various creations she has planned for summer. And she could drop a hint, for Applejack not to wait too long to contact her about deepening their relationship, her joining the herd, and what sort of arrangement they will work out with Doug.

Rainbow looks down at Doug, the exhausted human laying limp on one of the blankets. She groans, her heat slowly, barely retreating, still leaving her anxious to get started. She takes her hoof, grabbing a corner of the blanket and poking at the damp spots on his crotch. He groans, looking over at Rainbow before his head drops back down. He continues breathing heavily as Rainbow slowly moves her hoof over to his penis, wiping off the slick member with the blanket. Doug smiles at the contact, twitching a little.

Rainbow puts the blanket down, holding her hoof near him for comparison. It definitely isn't as big as when he started with Rarity, or even when he finished. "So, uh," she starts, looking over at his face, then back down. "Do I just, like, wait for you to carry me like that? It looked, um, different."

"Ugh, I don't think I can do that again. Not for awhile, and I'll probably be sore all day." Doug pushes himself up, looking down, "And it'll probably be a few minutes anyway."

"Oh. Okay, good, that didn't look like anything I was expecting to see. Not that I couldn't handle it, you know, and it'd probably be easier with me, cause I can, you know, fly, and I weigh less than Rarity." Rainbow taps a hoof on the floor, grimacing a little at the soreness before picking her hoof back up.

"Right. So, what now?"

"Mm, I like your massages. And we did that already, so it's not like it's changing much." Rainbow holds her wet hoof out, Doug grimacing a little at the touch. He starts at her hoof, slowly making his way up her leg, getting to her shoulder. Rainbow watches him, a slightly bored look on her face as she watches him. "Eh, this isn't doing much," she says, lightly pulling her hoof and setting it back on the ground, "Lemme try this."

Rainbow dips her head down, her tongue reaching to lick the under side of his member, pulling it up as she lifts her head up. She smiles as she watches him expand, giving it another lick along the side. Satisfied, she turns, looking back as he reaches full size. "Hey, uh, remember to keep it fast; like, as fast as you can. And no, um, sappy stuff like touching me or whatnot."

Doug nods, "Sure, Rainbow, I'll do my best," as he strokes himself, moving to a kneeling position to line himself up with Rainbow. He moves the towel under his knees as Rainbow backs up, her tail flicking to the side.

Rainbow keeps her hind legs straight as her front legs bend, her head pushing against the floor as she growls into the dirt. She says, "Hey, I might yell at you a bit, just don't take it personally, okay?" Doug nods as she flicks her tail again; her heat has not relented, her patience just about come to an end as the infuriating emotions cloud her mind. "That doesn't mean to take your time, by the way."

She feels him holding her tail to the side with two fingers, his thumb running along her marehood. She grunts, the other hand moves past her, grabbing onto one teat, and then the other. Well, it's getting him excited, judging by his breathing, but doing nothing for her; she huffs, trying to push her body closer to him as she growls, "Hurry up and-"

Rainbow grimaces as he pushes her slightly away from him, the pegasus confused as to what the issue is. Doug puts his arms on her sides, pulling with one and pushing on the other. She rolls over to her back, spreading her legs as he lines himself up against her. "So, you wanted it fast, right?" Rainbow nods, watching down her barrel, a little weirded out from the unexpected position.

Rainbow gasps as he thrusts into her, stretching her tight walls as he continues pushing, hilting inside her nearly immediately. He begins thrusting in and out, "Come on, dude, you gotta go faster than that!" He grunts, picking up the pace as a frustrated Rainbow paws at the dirt, "Harder!" His hands grip her flanks, holding her in place as he pounds away.

Rainbow's eyes roll up, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she slides back and forth along the floor. Her wings try to flare out, flapping in time with his thrusts to try to assist and push her against him even harder. He breathes fast, doing his best to keep up the pace as Rainbow yells, "Faster than that, you foal!" His hands wrap around her neck, repeatedly slamming her body into his. "Oh yes!" Rainbow calls, feeling him swell inside her, "There it is!"

Doug exhales as he ejaculates, doing his best to keep from collapsing as he slowly pumps back and forth. It feels like much less than his normal amount, hopefully enough to do the job as they both rest. Rainbow shakily gets to her hooves, Doug slipping out of her with a soft pop. Rainbow pauses as the tension leaves her face, turning around and giving Doug a quick kiss. "Alright, Doug, um, thanks and all. I'll see you around, I guess."

Rainbow walks out the door to the barn, a thin trail of white escaping her, leaving Doug as he recovers again. He groans, stretching his arms and legs as he slowly gets up, going to the door and watching Rainbow fly away. He sighs as she gets out of sight; maybe he should consider this whole herding thing. He goes back to gather the blankets, debating whether to bring them inside or to just leave them here, ultimately deciding to roll them up and put them back in the corner, then walking out the door to continue working.
> DA, AJ, RA, RD; One; Depression (17.5)
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“Well,” Applejack gives Doug a sultry grin. She gets up slowly and is joined by Rainbow and Rarity, “I think you might need to make this official… with each of us.” She gives an exaggerated wink at Doug as she walks away, swaying her hips and flicking her tail as the other two mares follow suit, giggling among themselves.

Doug smiles, still a little winded from the sprint with Rainbow. He gets up, following the three mares to Applejack's bedroom.  He stops in the doorway, the three mares looking at the bed that he and Applejack share. Doug immediately realizes the problem - there is just enough space in the bed for two of them, and barely enough at that. He asks, "So, um, how does this work, exactly?"

Applejack tentatively offers, "Well, um, Ah suppose we could take turns?"

Rarity and Rainbow shake their heads, Rarity saying, "One at a time? Please, darling, I would like to be more than just an observer. We are in a herd, after all!"

Rainbow nods, "Yeah! I mean, I watched when Doug and Rarity were together, and that was really tough. To, you know, control myself."

"Oh, Rainbow, you weren't controlling yourself then, not at all." Rarity smirks at Rainbow's pout, moving over to nuzzle the pegasus, "And I certainly hope you don't control yourself when we get started." Rainbow's frown turns to a smile, her nuzzle with Rarity quickly turning to a kiss.

Applejack smiles at the two before turning around; she winks at Doug while walking back out of the room. Rarity and Rainbow grin, the three following Applejack to a door that had been unused in the two months Doug had been there, and had gone unopened for longer than that. She hesitates, her hoof over the horseshoe shaped doorknob. She pushes the door open, looking at the larger bed, dresser, and mirror in the master bedroom.

Doug moves next to Applejack, a brief scratch of her mane as he looks around the room. "This was your parents?" He moves over to the bed, easily able to accommodate four ponies. The solid apple wood construction, very little bounce in the frame but made up for by the mattress. The comforter and the sheets look and smell clean, just a bit dusty.

Applejack nods, a wetness in her eye, as Rarity and Rainbow quietly walk into the room. "It was, and Ah think... Ah think they'd understand, and approve." She grips a corner of the quilt and sheets in her mouth, drawing it back to the foot of the bed. She hops on the bed, settling down into the 'pony loaf' configuration, four legs tucked under her. Rarity and Rainbow follow shortly after, turning and looking around; Rarity seems to be waiting for something, looking at Rainbow, while the pegasus seems unsure of what exactly happens next. Rarity shakes her head as Doug moves towards the bed; the human stops, resting a hand on the sheets.

"So, what happens next?" Doug asks, looking at the three mares.

Applejack and Rainbow both look towards Rarity, who looks at Applejack. The earth pony says, "Um, Ah guess you mate with each of us?" Rarity rolls her eyes, Applejack huffing and saying, "Ah'm sorry, Rarity, Ah haven't exactly studied the intricacies of herding. Is there a way this is supposed to go?"

Rarity nods, turning to Doug, "Well, it wouldn't hurt to have a bit of class, a guise of mystique about it. As far as the, ahem, mating goes, it depends on whether or not you have already mated with the new members of the herd. If you haven't, then they would get exclusive use of you for that night, with the more senior of the new members having their night first. After that, or when a new member joins that you have already mated with, as part of the dating and selection process of course, then you will mate with each pony in turn, starting with the new member, the most junior, and ending with the lead mare. But, and this is important, you don't ejaculate until you get to the last mare, and you try to pace yourself to spend the same amount of time with each mare. Later nights you keep the same order but start with the mare you finished with last night."

Doug nods, "Okay, but that sounds like I'll be leaving two of you wanting more."

Rarity nods, a forced smile, "Well, yes, that is the unfortunate reality, as most stallions are only able to release but once a night. However, it helps solidify the herd, let each mare know that they are desired, that they have a place with the other members. And, while they might not be fully satisfied every time, there is an unfortunate biological reality that the stallion might not last long enough with each of them for them to orgasm every time they want. There are potions and spells that purport to remedy this; but, I've heard, they make things very uncomfortable for the stallion. And, it is just the first few nights that each mare is included like this; whom the stallion spends later nights would be determined to the satisfaction of each mare, generally just the one mare per night. However, with you, you should be able to condense the three nights to just one session."

"Condense the nights? What do you mean?"

"Well, so, the first night you would start with Rainbow, then myself, then finish in Applejack. The second night, you start with Applejack, then Rainbow, then finish in me. The third night, you start with me, then Applejack, finishing in Rainbow. However, with your ability to finish more than once a day, you should be able to finish with each of us. I mean, I am speaking in generalities of course; if we wish to do something different, it is our choice. But we do have a bit of time before we each need to go back to work."

Rainbow licks her lips, "Mm, I kind of like how that sounds," as Doug nods, the human slowly climbing up onto the bed. Each mare watches him with anticipation, their eyes drifting down to his half-erect penis. His left hand goes to Applejack's head, his right to Rainbow's, petting both mares around the ears. He pushes against Rainbow while releasing Applejack, taking the earth pony's hat with him and tossing it to the side.

Rainbow turns around before rolling over, his hand playfully tracing a line along her body with her the entire time. He slides his fingers up and down her belly, brief tickles in the soft hair; Rainbow smiles at the brief squeeze above her teats where her foal is growing. She squirms, his hand moves down, briefly playing with each teat before moving further, dancing along her outer lips. She blushes as he parts the hair, exposing her marehood for everypony to see, a finger lingering on the inner lips before plunging in, helping spread her juices in preparation for him entering her.

His left hand moves to Rarity's head, a brief scratch against her ear, pulling her head slightly towards his penis, now fully erect. She realizes his intention, and she grins, her mouth opening and tongue sticking out, moving her head closer to Doug's. She licks along the bottom, his hand resting against her head as he shudders. She turns to the side, her tongue dancing around the sides before focusing on the head. She gasps as his hand lightly pulls her, encouraging her to open her mouth and accept him. She complies, first taking in the head, drawing her tongue across the tip, swallowing in anticipation.

She grimaces a little internally; his hand is messing with her perfectly coiffed mane, though it likely would not have survived the night intact regardless. The position he is asking for, while not unheard of, is a little low class and dirty, normally requiring the mare to push her body against the ground in order to do so. However, at least he looks and smells clean, just the expected hint of urine, and his upright posture is allowing her to remain comfortably against the sheets. She will still need to do something about her mane, and probably tail, though.

He winces, and she looks up, her large eyes raising in confusion, her mouth still around his head; he smiles down, lightly scratching her ear as he whispers, "Watch the teeth." Rarity nods, Doug exhaling contentedly at the movement, and Rarity opens her jaw a fraction more, trying to keep her lips wrapped around him. Her eyes open a little as he pushes his hips forward, another two inches disappear inside her, her tongue dancing over and around him. She sighs in relief as he slowly pulls out; she isn't sure how much more he wanted to go, and she should definitely practice that if it is an activity he wants to repeat. And, judging by his face, he will.

Doug's left hand briefly scratches Rarity as he pulls away, first kneeling then laying down on top of Rainbow. His right hand has her fully excited, ready and willing to accept him. Rainbow grunts as he enters her, his lubricated member hilting with little difficulty. Her hooves reach forward, wrapping around his neck as he begins thrusting, their chests rubbing up against each other as their mouths meet. Rainbow whines as he pushes in and out, already lasting longer than the other time they were together. He goes agonizingly slow, Rainbow wanting to tell him to speed up, to hurry up and finish. Sooner than she would have liked, but longer than she had heard stallions lasted for, he breaks away, one hand brushing away her mane from her eyes as he smiles down. Another quick kiss and he pulls out, a soft whimper from the mare as he motions to Rarity.

Applejack and Rarity watch as Rainbow gets penetrated; Rarity shifts slightly back, her hoof slowly moving to her marehood. Applejack nudges her, the unicorn looking back to see Applejack making a circular motion with her head. The unicorn gleefully rolls over, spreading her legs as Applejack moves down; the earth pony pauses, looking first at Rarity's marehood then back up at her head. Applejack whispers, "So, uh, you done this before?" 

Rarity shakes her head, "Just read about it,." At Applejack's stern look she appends, "Extensively." Applejack shrugs, her hoof touching Rarity's, slow moving to part the hair around her marehood while her head moves down. She stops, her tongue dipping down to locate the slit, slowly drawing up and down. A brief glance to the side as Applejack hears a soft pop, watching Doug pull out of Rainbow, his cock dripping with her juices.

Doug slides over, grabbing onto Rarity's hind legs and sliding her closer to him. The unicorn giggles as he lines himself up, quickly penetrating her, a few thrusts before he picks up his pace. Rarity coos, "Mm, this feels much better," as Doug's hand moves to her head, finding her ear to twist and stroke as his other hand holds him up. He continues pumping in and out of her, his hand gripping her ear as she moans. 

Rainbow watches from her back, trying to catch her breath as she watches Rarity. The position, the same as the one he had used with her before, but at a much slower, unhurried pace. He had definitely rushed things before, but this is much more awesome, even if she hadn't been able to get him for long enough. But, she grins to herself, she had two more shots with him. Tonight. And then, other nights she would get him just to herself, and if he could go this long with three of them, then she might find herself the exhausted one!

Applejack grunts as she lays back, twisting her neck to continue watching her stallion. She smiles to herself; thank Celestia, they had found a way. Hopefully the farm didn't suffer too much, or maybe they could borrow a bit of Rainbow's income to stay afloat. But, they would make this work. Her stallion hadn't run off, scared at the prospect of raising three foals. She idly rubs her belly as Doug pulls out of Rarity, the mare looking with sorrowful eyes at the withdrawing member.

Applejack spreads her legs wide as Doug easily slips into her, their practiced motions quickly bringing Doug close. He smiles, locking eyes with Applejack as he grunts, ejaculating into his mare. No, he corrects himself, his lead mare. Applejack leans forward, the two locking lips as she exhales, not long enough to bring her to orgasm but still feeling amazing. He rests inside her, Applejack lightly rubbing her hooves along his back as his hand strokes her ear, the other hand moving above her teats to the slight bulge on her sides, rubbing her growing belly.

"So," Doug says as he pulls out, smirking at the three, "You're saying I get to do that two more times?"

"Mm," moans Applejack, "Ah sure hope you do." She glances down, a streak of white slowly spilling out of her; she moves a hoof down, trying to contain it, keep the sheets clean. Well, cleaner, they would probably need a wash after they are done regardless of how careful they are.

Rarity moves closer to Applejack, "Here, darling, allow me." She bends down, pushing Applejack's hoof away with her muzzle, her tongue starting at the bottom drop and slowly making its way up. Applejack shudders as Rarity reaches her entrance, the tongue parting her lips, trying to find more of the sweet liquid. Rarity purrs as she laps it up, her tongue darting inside.

"Oh sweet Celestia," Applejack moans. Rainbow moves over, her mouth hanging open as she watches her herdmates. She glances over; Doug is completely engrossed in their action, his erection quickly returning, a few more drops emerging from the tip of his already soaked cock. Rainbow smirks, moving over and startling her stallion as her lips wrap around him. She savors the sweet taste, reminding herself to keep her teeth apart as she swallows, her tongue wrapping around him, trying to find as many of the deposits as she can.

Doug relaxes as he leans back, one hand going to Rainbow's head to scratch her ear, keeping her head in place as she bobs up and down. Rarity pulls back, watching Rainbow as Applejack gets to her hooves. She moves over, bumping her flank against Rainbow's barrel. The pegasus gives a mock pout as she pulls her mouth off with a pop, moving over to allow Applejack to take her favorite position.

Doug moves a hand down, briefly supporting himself as he lays down against the sheets. One hand holds him member upright and guiding into Applejack's folds as she takes the lead, her hips shifting up and down; the mattress is a bit softer than the one she is used to, her motions becoming a bit more exaggerated. She can feel the cum still inside her, lubricating her walls; along with Rarity's help, the earth pony quickly comes to a climax, her marehood clamping down. As she recovers from her orgasm she starts moving up and down again, stopping only when Doug puts a hand on her chest. She looks down in confusion, her stallion saying, "Sorry, love, but we have to leave some for the others; I'm getting close pretty fast."

Rainbow watches Applejack mount Doug, a little disappointed at her muzzlejob being interrupted. Rarity slips behind her, the unicorn whispering, "So, Rainbow, how do you taste?" The pegasus gasps as Rarity's tongue invades her vagina, looking back with wide eyes as Rarity probes deeper into Rainbow. "Mm," comes the disappointed tone, "Not nearly enough to test. We'll have to fix that, now won't we?" Rainbow spreads her legs slightly, Rarity taking advantage to push further inside. Rainbow squirms, a little uncomfortable at the mare's tongue lapping back and forth in her.

Rainbow pulls away as Doug pushes Applejack, gladly taking her position above the human. She looks down, a hint of confusion as to how exactly he will fit in her, as his penis is currently aimed at her teats. Doug grabs hold of her forelegs, walking her forward a few inches, a brief 'Ah' from the pegasus as he finds her entrance. She moves down for a kiss, her hips awkwardly moving up and down as she tries to find a good rhythm. Her muzzle curls in frustration, a hand coming up to stroke her face. "Shh," Doug whispers, a brief kiss, "Take your time, Rainbow. No rush."

Rainbow starts again, a smile slowly forming on her face as she lowers herself. A longer kiss this time, her body shifting forwards and backwards, trying to find that sweet spot. Rainbow frowns as she starts to tire, the unfamiliar position more difficult than she imagined, especially after watching Applejack. She peels herself off, a heavy breath as she slumps to the side. Doug's hand finds Rainbow's head, pulling the mare close for a brief kiss and ear scratch. Rainbow smiles before her frown returns, a little disappointed that she wasn't able to perfect the position.

Rarity moves next to Applejack, letting the mare recover as they watch Rainbow move on top. Rarity whispers to Applejack as she notices Rainbow's difficulties, "So, um, how do you make that one work?"

"Um, one of two things," Applejack whispers back, "You have to move your hips a lot more than you think, and it takes some getting used to. Or, let him take the lead, and try to keep your legs in one place as he does his thing." Rarity considers; Doug had taken the lead on the last position. She wants to be in charge, at least some of the time, but she wants the first time he finishes in her with the rest of the herd to be more memorable than what is happening with Rainbow.

Rarity moves up, a slightly worried look on her face; Doug did not look like he is ready to go off immediately, like he was with Applejack, and she hopes he doesn't tire himself out too badly. Well, if he does, there is always tomorrow. She settles down on top of him, drawing close for a kiss as she whispers, "You may need to take the reins on this one." Doug nods, one hand moving to her head and mane, keeping her close as his other hand helps him shift downwards. He lines himself up, Rarity feeling herself driven forward as he penetrates her.

Rarity tries to keep her legs steady, gasping as he drives deeper into her. She quickly loses herself in the motion, her mouth having to strain forward just a little to find his. He accepts whenever she tries, but backs off if she doesn't continue the effort, focusing on pumping his hips up and down. She can hear his breath becoming a little harder, his penis seeming to swell, enlarging inside of her as he continues. Rarity groans at the increased pressure, her own orgasm quickly approaching.   She shudders, her mind going blank as he grunts; a few pumps later and he finishes, Rarity letting go a long breath as she slumps over.

Applejack bends over, Rarity's eyes unfocused as she leaks onto Doug's belly; she whispers, "Mm, Ah think you need a little help there, partner." She slinks around to the side, her muzzle brushing past Doug's knee to find Rarity's marehood. She takes a long lick of the liquid dripping out, smiling at the taste. She glances down, watching Rainbow lick the pool of cum off of Doug's belly before going to his shaft; Applejack gives Rarity another lick before backing off. Doug isn't hardening as quickly this time, Rainbow able to get more and more into her fellatio.

Rarity turns, watching Rainbow get faster and faster, Doug wincing a little at the roughness but still enjoying himself. Rarity moves over, her head next to Rainbow's, and whispers, "Now, dear, I'm more than happy to give up my turn to you, but are you sure you want it in that end?" Rainbow slows as she considers, her head bobbing up and down on the tip. Rarity purrs, "It does feel great, but I assure you, it'll feel even better in the other side." Rainbow pulls off, smirking as Rarity considers what position to take.

Rarity moves over to Doug, motioning with her head to the head of the bed. She levitates a few of the pillows, setting them up against the headboard, Doug moving to a seated position against them. She moves next to him, carefully setting one hind leg across his body and lowering herself, her back against his chest. Doug grunts as she rests on top of him, his arms trying to lift her back up. She looks back, confused as he continues pushing, a strained look on his face. She sits back up, a look of relief on his face, "Dear, whats wrong?"

"Just a lot of weight on me, against my hips. Try putting more on your legs, maybe kneeling next to me." Rarity bends one leg, then the other, her rump pressed against his belly. "Mm, much better," Doug says, Rarity smiling back before taking a hoof, guiding him into her. She smiles as the head disappears, slowly lowering herself to completely engulf him.

"Enjoying yourself, darling?" Rarity asks, bobbing her hips up and down. She feels her mane pressing against his chest and face, one of his hands moving through her curls against her head, trying to keep the offending hair away from him. She sighs to herself; yup, will definitely need to redo her mane. Her tail at least is laying to the side, the style keeping it out of the way and away from those grasping, style-destroying paws he calls hands.

His hands move to her flanks, rubbing into the soft flesh, slowly making their way up her back. She smiles, slowly arching her back, cautiously moving her head back. She tilts her head to the side as his hands move to her sides, rubbing along her ribs, going down, twisting along her belly until both are grasping her teats. Her mouth finds his lips, a light nibble before a long sigh, pushing forward with her legs and hips as she slips away. She looks back, a coy smile on her mouth as she winks, her mind decrying her actions as she lays down.

Applejack moves over, a brief pause as she lines herself up. She remarks, "This position seems a little familiar, partner," as she begins moving up and down, "But Ah can't quite put my hoof on it."

Doug nods, his hands lightly holding onto her flanks, "I think I called it reverse cowgirl, except I'd be lying down."

Applejack gets more into it, moving her hips faster, "Ah, right," as she thinks to herself, 'Ah like that one more, but better not spoil Rarity's choice.'

Rainbow moves over to Applejack, still feeling a little depressed that her last position with Doug hadn't gone very well. She whispers to Rarity, "That position, um, was it hard? It didn't look bad, but I really don't want to screw this up."

Rarity whispers back, "Here, line up with me." Rainbow spins around, trying to mimic the position Rarity took. "Okay, remember to sit up on your hind hooves a bit more. Bend a lot at the knees, try to rest them on the bed. You'll be moving your hips a lot, not bending at the knees, or you'll tire out too quickly, and not be able to go as fast." Rarity sees Rainbow's smirk, "And I bet you like going fast." She winks as Applejack gives a long sigh of her own, pushing Rainbow towards Doug.

Rainbow confidently struts up to Doug, placing her left hoof on his left side, an awkward configuration at first. She puts her forelegs on his shoulders, a long, forceful kiss against his mouth. He moves his arms past her barrel, briefly touching her wings before moving past, gripping her and pressing her closer. Rainbow looks over at Rarity, giving the unicorn a wink as she slowly rotates her body, keeping her lips locked on his, the arms around her loosening and allowing her to spin, planting her right hoof next to his right hip as she lowers her body. One of his hands moves down, positioning himself to enter her, her lips slowly parting his as she realizes she is a little too tall to comfortably keep in this position, especially if she needs to get her knees on the bed and is resting on his hips. She ends the kiss with a heavy smack, a coy smile as she bends down.

Rainbow slides forward, then back as she rests down, a contented sigh as he hilts inside her. He grips her flanks as she starts rocking her hips up and down, a pleased groan coming from behind her. She grins, beginning to pick up her pace, his hands starting to relax, now resting on her back as his head goes to the ceiling, eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. Rainbow speeds up again, her hips starting to burn as she feels him swell inside her. She pants as she orgasms, feeling the spurts inside her, relishing the proximity as she rests as close to him as she can.

Rainbow pouts as she pulls off of him, quickly spinning around and joining her mouth to his. She sighs as she breaks away, going for a second kiss as Rarity moves next to her. The unicorn receives a kiss, followed by Applejack. The three mares glance at each other, sharing a quick nuzzle with each other.

Rainbow glances outside, "That was... that was awesome, you girls." She moves over to Applejack and then Doug, sharing a quick kiss with both, "I really want to keep going, I think we all do, but I have to get back to work."

Rarity nods, "And I as well. Applejack, I will get back to you, but I am okay with the two nights at the Boutique. Maybe every seventh day we can get together to do something, the three of us, and I would like to have at least a little time spent with Doug every day, even if it is just a half hour conversation over lunch."

Doug gets up, stroking Rarity and Rainbow, "I think that will work out. You might need to make the trip over here, though, on some days." They share a smile, the two mares walking out. Doug looks to Applejack, "I guess we have a bit more work to catch up on too, huh?" Applejack nods, a wry smile as they tidy up the sheets, the mare taking a long sniff of the various puddles.
> DA, RD; One; Weather Blues (20.5)
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Rainbow gives Doug a kiss on the lips and looks at him seductively, “I think somepony needs a reward too, all this weather talk is getting me a little heated.” She kisses him on the chin and moves down, the next kiss planted on his chest. She can feel him shudder underneath her as she puts a little tongue into the next kiss, leaving a small damp spot above his belly button. Her lips find the small protrusion, slightly hidden between his abs, her tongue swirling the relatively hairy spot.

He giggles at the light contact, Rainbow moving her chest up and down, the barest hint of contact against his crotch as her tongue laps back and forth. She can sense him hardening underneath her, a brief glance down confirming this before she returns to his belly. A smile begins to spread on her lips; there's no way he can say no to her now. She feels his penis tap against her, nearly fulling erect and bobbing up and down as he grunts.

His hands move to her shoulders, light squeezes at first, slowly finding the muscles. He starts sliding his hands towards her head, then back down to her forelegs, giving the muscles keeping her upright a quick rub. His fingers play along her fur before moving across his waist, one hand moving to her jaw and the other to her ear. Rainbow coos as he scratches both, the thumb pushing her ear down, around, light pressure to get her to move her head down. The fingers along her jaw are tantalizingly light, brief scratches that compels her to move lower on his body should she want to continue.

And she does, Rainbow slowly creeping her head along, her muzzle planting kiss after kiss below his belly button. His penis is poking at her throat, her green and blue mane hiding it from view. The hand around her ear grips firmer, guiding her even lower as the fingers near her jaw push against her lips, prompting her to open her mouth. One finger, his thumb, finds its way inside, Rainbow sealing it in, a few suckles as she watches him breath out, his eyes closing and a smile growing on his lips. Well, that isn't the only thing growing, or the only thing that will meet her lips, she smirks.

Rainbow goes down the rest of the way, her head slightly shifting to the side to pull her mane away from him. Her tongue laps out, drawing an agonizingly slow line against his erect shaft. She can feel him suppressing his desire to buck his hips, to slam her head onto his. His hand around her ear is certainly making his intentions known, the pressure slowly increasing against her head as she moves back down his shaft. Her tongue moves down, finding one of his balls, though the hair around the area makes the contact less exciting. Her tongue plays with it, moving up and down before her lips find it, giving a quick kiss.

The groan from above spurs her to keep going, finding the other side. She lingers longer here, a brief kiss before engulfing it completely, a deliciously slow suckle, her tongue pushing it back and forth in her mouth. The hand at her ear starts scratching in earnest, trying to lift her head up, and Rainbow reluctantly complies, a soft pop as the ball leaves her mouth, a brief tickle from her tongue as she moves away. Her muzzle moves to the base of his shaft, wet kisses as she travels up to the head.

Rainbow gives the tip a quick kiss, Doug lightly pushing her down. Rainbow smirks; she knows he really likes her muzzlejobs, but she wants to get to the real thing. She briefly bobs down before coming back up, her forelegs starting to walk her closer towards him. She stops as one hand presses against her head, the other against her chest, and she pauses, looking at Doug with a confused expression.

Doug asks, a bit of nervousness in his tone, "Um, Rainbow, I kinda wanted to keep going."

"Doing that?" Rainbow frowns briefly, "But," she smiles seductively as she leans forward, "You know what I really want."

"Well, I was kind of wondering, you know, how far you could go. If you can take the whole thing."

Rainbow smirks, "Oh, you better believe I can take it!" She moves back down, her muzzle finding his head and pushing down. She gets about halfway before it begins to be a little uncomfortable, another inch before she pauses, her mouth unused to going this far. She slowly pulls up, the discomfort lessening as her tongue rolls back and forth.

"Mm, that felt great, Rainbow; no need to rush it."

Rainbow rolls her eyes; when he puts it like that, of course she is going to rush it. She goes down again, taking in another inch, ignoring the voice inside her telling her that he is just saying that, that he isn't interested in her, that he is just using her. She pushes again, bumping her muzzle against his belly as she realizes that she has taken the whole thing, and it isn't that bad. She stays there for several seconds before pulling out, licking the saliva off her lips as she looks up.

"Told ya I could take it!"

Doug smiles at Rainbow's smirk, a hand moving to her slick jaw, rubbing along her bones, "I never had any doubt, Rainbow." He sits up, pulling her in close, "I loved that, and I love you."

A tear comes to Rainbow's eye, a hoof moving up to flick it away as she turns her head, "Hey, dude, no fair making me cry."

"And here I thought that was you, doing so well earlier." His hand caresses her cheek, thumb flicking away another of the tears, "Pretty sure you were loving it too."

Rainbow rolls her eyes, "Heh, I guess I was." She moves over, sharing a kiss, "I loved it," her voice lowers to a whisper, "And I love you."

"Mm, I knew it." Doug kisses Rainbow again before pushing her head back and down, the pegasus looking cross eyed at the penis in front of her, "Now open up."

Rainbow complies, opening slightly before Doug pushes himself into her mouth. The pegasus quickly recovers, holding her body steady as he pushes her head down, taking in a few inches before stopping, now keeping her in place. His hips start thrusting, forcing his penis further down. Rainbow smirks, she is used to this already, no discomfort, but she still likes these thrusts more when it's inside her vagina. 

After a minute she starts twisting her head a little to the side, getting a little bored at the lack of real stimulation. She sighs to herself; maybe it is the pregnancy thing. She would definitely need to talk to Applejack about this, unless he changes his game plan. And, judging by the swelling against her tongue, he isn't.

Rainbow closes her lips around him as he ejaculates, quickly pulling her head back so just his tip is inside her mouth. The first spurt hits deeper than she imagined, a brief gag to keep his seed from going down the wrong pipe. Her tongue moves to block the next spurts, keeping the liquid around her teeth as he slows down. She swallows, a fourth spurt refilling what she just emptied, her tongue dancing along the tip and her lips quivering to try to get everything out. He stops, sitting still in her mouth, and she swallows again, enjoying the sweet taste. 

She pushes again, taking him the rest of the way in her mouth before clamping down with her lips, squeezing him tight as she slowly pulls off, relishing the last remnants that drip out. He finally makes it all the way out of her mouth, Rainbow frowning as she sees another bead form at his tip. She goes down, a quick lick cleaning it off before she smacks her lips, smiling at the taste, swallowing the rest of his seed.

Doug lies down against the tree, a look of pure contentment on his face. Rainbow grins, sharing a brief kiss, passing a bit of the sweetness back to him before she turns around, cuddling into his lap. Well, maybe she can get used to that, it isn't so bad, but she doesn't know how much Rarity would enjoy it. Or Applejack, for that matter.
> DA, AJ, RD; One; Time Management (21.5)
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"Wait, wait, wait," Applejack snorts. "That's why? Ah need to hear it again."

Doug gives a loud sigh, "Fine. Just to teach me about making assumptions about you all, right?"

Applejack smirks, "That and it's really, really funny."

Doug rolls his eyes, "Okay, so, horses back where I come from, I'll call them terran horses, you aren't supposed to let them continue having sex with a pregnant mare."

Applejack runs a hoof down Doug's chest, "And the reason for that is..."

Doug closes his eyes, a deep breath in, holding it for a few seconds, "Because the stallion often penetrates the mare's cervix during sex, and that can be very, very bad for the foal if that happens."

Applejack runs her hoof past Doug's belly, "And the reason you thought that that might apply to you is..."

Doug takes her hoof, slowly pushing it away, "I'm growing less sure of my commitment to you, Applejack."

"Hey now, Ah can tell you ain't lying, and Ah don't like that, not one bit." She rubs her head against his chest, "Come on, Ah get so few chances to get one over on ya, you can't just sit there and pout." She backs up a little, lightly punching him in the upper arm, "Take it like a mare, you know?"

"Fine." Doug smiles, rubbing Applejack's ear, the mare smiling back at him, "I like to think that I satisfy you by completely filling you, bumping against your cervix with every thrust. Happy?"

"Mm," Applejack says, her mouth lowering, "Almost." Her hoof caresses his inner thigh, slowly running along his balls, his rapidly rising member barely needing her hoof to prop up. Her mouth opens, her tongue flicking across the tip as she says, "Tell me again."

Doug's hand grips her ear, his other guiding his penis into Applejack's waiting mouth. She grunts, a bit in surprise as he pushes her head, more and more of him disappearing as he declares, "I'm going to satisfy you by filling you up, completely."

Applejack looks up at him, smiling as she takes him the rest of the way. She closes her eyes as he withdraws, sucking as he nears the end and savoring the sweet pre-cum that drips out. She lets him go with a pop, winking up at him and saying, "Better." Applejack turns, a bit of sway in her hips as she flicks her tail, tantalizing him with another wink. He lets loose a merry groan as he gives chase, his soft footsteps hidden by her hooves.

Applejack quiets down as she opens the door to their bedroom, Doug having to catch himself to keep from running into her. His hands madly trace over her back as they look inside, Doug confused at the hold up. Rainbow Dash is still fast asleep on the bed, her mane spilling out as she kicks in her sleep, more of the sheets tumbling off. Applejack looks up, a soft, "Well, we didn't need those anyway," as she sashays over. She rolls onto the bed, Rainbow not leaving a lot of room to maneuver, and looks down the tangle of legs above her.

Doug wastes no time, following closely as Applejack spreads her legs. His hand moves to her marehood, quickly spreading the damp hairs and pushing his penis into the waiting folds. Applejack gasps, quickly repeated as he pushes into her. His body lays flat against her, his weight resting on his elbows as he strokes her mane with one hand and her muzzle with the other. He guides himself down, his lips meeting hers, a long kiss before he begins thrusting.

His motion ramps up quickly, Applejack grunting at the renewed vigor. It has been a couple weeks without him inside her, her body yearning for him, the caress of his hands along her mane and back. She moans as he pushes her against the mattress, his hips roughly shoving into her rump, the only saving grace that the bed rocking back and forth isn't creaking loud enough to wake Granny. Though Big Mac can probably tell what is going on. Well, no probably about it.

Out of the corner of her eye Applejack sees Rainbow stir, both mares turning to look each other in the eye. Rainbow frowns initially, watching Applejack bouncing up and down, the loll of her tongue out of her mouth, how her gasps of breath are getting closer and closer. Doug has his head turned the other way as Rainbow slowly rises, her mouth turning up at the sides as she moves over, her lips slowly moving down. Applejack tries to shake her head no as Rainbow's tongue sticks out, the tip delicately running over the tip of Applejack's nose before withdrawing, the rainbow maned pegasus smirking as she backs up.

The earth pony crosses her eyes, looking at the tiny bit of dampness that Rainbow left, but that isn't the issue. She feels her orgasm rapidly approaching, but along with it is the intense desire to expel whatever it is that touched her nostrils. She tries to tell her body that it is nothing, that she doesn't need to, but her orgasm hits her, blanking her mind as she feels Doug cum inside her.

The human goes for a long kiss, as he always does, but Applejack can't help but draw her head back, prompting Doug to pursue, still a little giddy from their earlier chase. She tries to keep her head from snapping forward, she really does, but she clocks her forehead against his while her chest convulses, mucus from her nose and mouth coating his face. Rainbow doesn't try at all to contain her mirth, pointing a hoof at the two, rolling to her side and laughing.

Doug pauses, a brief look of confusion on his face as he closes his eyes, his mouth puckering, one arm moving to Applejack's head. Instead of her ear, though, he grabs a pillow, wiping himself off as he says, a little woozy, "Well, it's not the worst thing that I've been covered in."

Rainbow stops laughing, a dumbfounded look on her face as she says, "WhaaaAA-" before rolling off the side of the bed. A loud thud causes Applejack and Doug to smirk at each other, Doug moving the pillow down to his chest. He pulls himself out as Rainbow comes up, "Tartarus, Rarity."

"Come here, you," Doug says, motioning with an arm. Rainbow eager slides over, a brief kiss as Doug pushes himself into a sitting position.

"Ugh, not like that, I wanna be on top," Rainbow pouts as the kiss ends, Doug giving her a reassuring smile and petting an ear. He uses her head to help lower himself, laying on his back as Applejack scoots out from under him. Rainbow moves her head back, their lips finding each other as he moves his hands behind her ears. One slithers down her mane, twisting and curling the strands as his fingernails dig into her neck, the other focusing on an ear, bending it back and forth. Rainbow lifts one hind leg, wary of Applejack, straddling him, her rump resting on his belly, a little uncomfortable in the hunched position.

That position, though, allows Applejack clear access to Doug, a few licks cleaning up the mess from his hasty withdrawal. Applejack smirks as she glances over; Rainbow is now raising herself, slowly backing up, waving her rear back and forth to try to find his member. She takes Doug in her mouth, stealthily slinking between his legs, her head as low to the mattress as possible.

Rainbow moves back more than is normally necessary, sliding her wet marehood along the top of Applejack's nose before getting to Doug's pubic hair and belly. Rainbow frowns, still kissing Doug, as she moves her body back down again, this time considerably more side to side motion as she tries to find him. On the third attempt she stops kissing, a frustrated, "Alright, where is it, dude?" Applejack chokes as she tries to keep herself from laughing; Doug too seems to be having trouble keeping it in, though Applejack is having considerably less trouble.

Rainbow looks down, Applejack's head peeking above Doug's crotch, her eyes sparkling as she raises one eyebrow. "Yeth?"

Rainbow stolidly says, "Applejack, I will let you take this next turn if you can say my name."

"Wainwow waff."

"Yeah, uh huh. Now, give it up, it's my turn!" Rainbow turns, smiling at Doug, "And I'm going to enjoy this." Applejack releases him, a small whine, and uses her mouth to prop him up. Rainbow smirks as she wiggles her rump, her marehood finally finding him, "Oh, yeah, dude, that's right."

She moves her head back to position, kissing Doug again as his hands slide down her sides. Her hips drop down, penetrating herself onto him, moaning, "Oh, much better." She begins moving up and down faster, a muffled, "Right where it belongs," as she presses her lips against him

Doug grins up into her mouth, "You've gotten really good at this, Rainbow." He waggles an eyebrow, "You haven't been practicing without me, now have you?"

Rainbow rolls her eyes, "Yeah, well, Rarity isn't the only one into weird kinks." Her eyes grow wide, "Uh, I mean, um... Oh, ponyfeathers."

Doug groans as he leans back, closing his eyes and continuing to rub Rainbow's ears, "Don't worry, Rainbow, I'll keep your secret."

Rainbow glares backwards, "Well, you might not be the only one I'm worried about."

"Oh, come now, RD, it's all in good fun. Ah ain't gonna say anything."

Rainbow smirks, looking back at Doug, "I bet she's really enjoying the view there. Wanna show her what we've got?"

Doug nods, one hand moving to Rainbow's mane, the other to the side of her head. He pulls on her mane, her head arching back and speed increasing. "Oh, you're doing great, Rainbow, keep it up." A brief pause as Rainbow adjusts, then she picks right back up, doing her best to not crush him as she comes down. Doug shudders, Rainbow exhaling, a contented sigh as he ejaculates inside her.

"So, um, why didn't you want to do this again? I really missed it, you know." Rainbow snuggles next to him, his penis still lodged firmly in her. "So, it's not pregnancy, right?"

"Do you really want to know?" Doug rolls his eyes, Rainbow nodding. He sighs, "I'm not so sure I want to say."

Applejack's hooves move dangerously close to Doug's feet, a wicked grin on her face. Doug sputters, "Okay, okay, fine. You see..."
> DA, FS; One; Fluttershy (23.5)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Fluttershy thinks of what is coming next, shaking slightly, “Oh, um, it’s my first time… please be gentle with me…. if that’s okay with you.” Her eyes are drawn lower, fixating on the male member directly in front of her.

"Shh, 'Shy," Doug says, "We don't have to rush anything. We'll take it as slow and as gentle as you like. Okay?" He leans forward, his hand lightly pulling on the mare's neck, though to no avail. Fluttershy merely stands above him, slowly breathing, her muscles locked around him.

"Okay," Fluttershy whimpers, her eyes unwavering. Doug sighs, leaning forward to kiss Fluttershy on the lips. The mare jolts back, trying to hide behind her mane, "Oh dear, are we starting? I'm sorry, go ahead." She moves back in position, locking her limbs, her head slightly turned away, her eyes closed and her breath coming in fast spurts.

Doug sighs, laying back a little bit and relaxing. His hands move to her left foreleg, gently lifting, light squeezes as she resists. She slightly turns her head, looking at him out of the corner of her eye as his hands continue to slowly slide up, finding the tensed muscles, his fingers gripping while his thumbs dig in. "How are you feeling, Fluttershy?"

The mare turns her head away, a whispered answer while Doug continues pressing. He frowns, one hand moving to each foreleg, rubbing up and down as he looks at her mane covered face. She whispers a little louder, "Do you not want to be with me?"

"I do, 'Shy, but I'm confused. I felt your aggression, your passion, and I enjoyed it, but it faded so quickly."

"Well," Fluttershy says, her head still hiding behind her mane, "It's not going how I thought it would be. I thought the stallion was supposed to take control, to lead his mare, and to know what is best for her." Her head slowly peeks out from behind her mane, looking Doug in the eyes, "Do you not know what's best for me?"

"Well, I-"

Fluttershy shakes her head, interrupting Doug's hedged response, "There's only one right answer." She immediately shies down, "Well, unless you thought you were doing what was best for me. In which case, you can keep going. I'm sorry."

Doug stares at Fluttershy for a few seconds, "Alright, then, Fluttershy. When I tell you to, you're going to stand up and turn around."

Fluttershy slowly nods, her hooves starting to push against the floor. She stops as his hand lightly slaps her flank, a sharp twinge of pain directly over her cutie mark. She looks at him, confusion on her face, saying, "What? But-"

Another slap rings through the house, the exact same spot, her whole body shuddering at the contact. "Did I say you could speak?" Doug demands, a hard look at Fluttershy. She quails under his gaze, slowly shaking her head to the side, the motion echoing in ripples through her body. "Better. Now, stand up and turn around." Fluttershy stares at Doug for a few seconds before a loud slap to her flank causes her to gasp, "Did I stutter?"

"No, sir," Fluttershy says, getting to her hooves, her knees wobbling back and forth. She unsteadily turns around, her body shaking as she feels a strange dampness in her nethers, watching out of the corner of her eye as he maneuvers himself to a kneeling position behind her.

"Are you ready?" Doug sharply asks; one hand slides across her flank, gently massaging the twinging muscles. The other finds her tail, pushing the long pink hair to the side, completely exposing herself to him. His hand grips her flank, Fluttershy quickly nodding in return; Doug says in a softer, more comforting voice, "Alright, 'Shy. This is going to be a little uncomfortable at first. Okay?"

"Okay," comes the hesitant reply, Fluttershy tensing up as she expects another slap, Doug's hand instead tracing the butterfly furthest from him, his thumb slowly drawing closer and closer to her marehood. Fluttershy shudders as one finger tarries, another making the short leap to the middle butterfly. Both slowly circle around, a tantalizingly slow revolution before a third finger finds the third butterfly.

A small 'eep' comes from the pegasus, her breath quickening as both thumbs spread the hair covering her marehood, her head lowering to the ground as her forehooves cover her face. "Hey!" Doug commands, his hands twisting against her flank. "Up on your hooves."

Fluttershy gulps, her legs feeling like jelly as she tries to push, her knees finally finding the strength to hold herself up. She glances back, her eyes widening as Doug leans forward, his nose moving to an inch away from her, inhaling her scent with a loud hiss from his nostrils.

"Mm," he smiles, his mouth giving her outer lips a soft kiss, "Are you as delicious as your scent?" Fluttershy's eyes snap shut as a wetness invades her marehood, holding her breath as the probing member pushes further inside. Her breath leaves her mouth as he slips out, one hand continuing to hold her flank while the other traces a meandering line along her side, ending at the nape of her neck. His hand gently pulls her neck, her eyes opening as her head turns, his face inches from hers.

"Definitely," he purrs, her mouth opening slightly as his lips find hers, his hand now holding her in place as his tongue licks her, a slight tug against her lips. Her eyes widen as she feels his hand leave her side, a brush of his penis against her belly as it slowly slides against her.

"Nnh," she grunts as his head parts her lips, her eyes boring into his as he smiles, a twinge of pain as he pushes slightly into her. Her walls feel rough, her lubricant only slowly starting to seep out and coat her insides.

"Hmm," Doug says, his eyebrows tensing, a glance towards her flanks as he withdraws from her face. He pulls himself out just a fraction of an inch, a second light push resulting in the lubricant spreading but the same stab of pain.

She gives him a pleading look; why is he backing off? Did he not like her? Was she too tight? Too loose? This couldn't be it, right? Rainbow had waxed eloquently; well, as much as the pegasus did on anything; on how things had gone with him. What was wrong?

"You still have your hymen?" Doug asks, one hand returning to her flank and slowly rubbing, the other finding her mane and scratching her head. The head still resting inside her pulses outwards, a slight strain against her tight walls.

Fluttershy slowly nods, her face then falling to the floor, "I... I do, I'm sorry, but I haven't used a cooler before, and I should have, to-"

"Shh," Doug's finger rests against her mouth, silencing her; Fluttershy looks up as he continues, "It's okay, 'Shy. It'll just be a little more uncomfortable at first. It'll hurt, but it'll get better, okay?" Fluttershy frowns at first, trying to turn her head away. Doug's hand stops her, his lips finding hers again. "Here we go," he says, the hand against her flank gripping her like a vice.

Fluttershy's eyes nearly bug out as he thrusts, her squeal silenced against his mouth. She frantically kisses him over and over, trying to ignore the pain from her nethers as he rests fully inside her. His mouth opens, her tongue finding his as she pushes against him, the scent of blood starting to overwhelm her. She whimpers, a soft, "Shh," from her stallion quickly calming her down.

She gulps as she realizes; he is her stallion now. Fully hilted in her, his body not quite blanketing her back as she might have envisioned, but still completely wrapping around her, his arms surrounding her. She gives a soft grunt as she feels him beginning to withdraw, her earlier anxieties flaring up again, her slight shake of the head enough to spur another round of reassurance from her stallion as his hand rubs against her neck. The hand on her flank loosens its grip as he pushes in again, the pain from deep inside her beginning to lessen as her tight tunnel loosens.

"There we go," he says, his thrusts into his mare becoming more and more regular, a contented smile spreading over her face as the pain disappears, replaced by a euphoric haze. Her legs relax, still holding her body up but no longer tensed to the point of locking up, blood slowly returning to her muscles as a thin trail of red escapes her marehood.

Fluttershy releases a long sigh, no longer focusing on her head but on her flanks, the steady rhythm a rock to cling to as turbulent thoughts rush through her. Did good mares enjoy sex? Her parents, loving and kind as they were, never talked to her about it. But they must have enjoyed it, right? Or why would her sire have taken several mares, had multiple foals with each?

She smiles as she realizes; just like Doug has done. Just like she will do with him. She loses herself, nearly screaming as his thrusts speed up, "Oh! Yes!"

"You like that, 'Shy?" he grins, starting to slide her body back and forth as her neck arches back, her eyes screwed shut as she focuses entirely on the pleasure radiating from her nethers. "Tell me how much you like it," he says as his breathing gets heavier, his pace slightly slowing as he waits for her response.

"Nn!" she squeals, "Don't! Stop!"

He speeds up again; Fluttershy's front hooves give out, the mare collapses as her orgasm hits her, her mind blank as her tongue lolls out, a dazed expression on her mouth as he cums, fully inside her.

Doug recovers first, a soft squelch as he pulls out. He gently pets Fluttershy's mane as he gets up, a quick trip to the kitchen gathering a few paper towels. Fluttershy glances back at the cool wetness, her stallion cleaning up the blood slowly making its way into her coat, a white mixture slowly seeping out of her marehood. She giggles at the ticklishness as he reaches her inner thigh, picking herself back up as one hand playfully massages her teat. She leans back as he leans forward, the towel finding her marehood as his lips find hers again.

"So, um, do we get to do that again?" Fluttershy says, a wide grin on her face. She looks down, Doug's penis still slick with her juices, having not gotten around to toweling himself off. She bends down, Doug pushing his hips forward as his arms fall back, the mare sniffing at the strange scent. She smiles to herself; even better than Rainbow described!

Doug chuckles as the mare's tongue starts at the base of his penis, licking up along the shaft, delaying at the tip for a wonderful second before her mouth engulfs him, moving halfway down before coming back up. His hands rest on her mane, her eyes meeting his, the unspoken question of how far she should continue to go quickly answered as his hand tightens, a soft tug away from him. "That was amazing, Fluttershy," Doug says, a pleasant smile to his mare. "But, I think we could both use a little time to rest and recharge. Do you want to get some dessert? Your dinner was delicious."
> Errant Finale: The Fox (25)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The shrill whistle of the Friendship Express signals their impending departure, a few extra blasts added at the end. Steamer, like everypony stuffed into the engorged train, wants to leave as soon as possible. Nopony wants to be late for Princess Twilight Sparkle’s coronation ceremony, especially with the mare in question on the train in question.

Way at the back, Doug waves to Applejack as he shuts the door on the second to last car, turning back to the other two ponies in the room. The cramped cargo car doesn’t leave a lot of room for maneuvering, but he is able to get to his mat without stumbling over them. The cotton sheet underneath is light against his skin, the spring breeze picking up as the train gets moving.

Next to him, Starlight Glimmer is laying on her side, her two gray bars of a cutie mark (for real, courtesy of Twilight Sparkle) occasionally covered by her swishing tail. Like everypony else she is exhausted from the late night, and the party thrown by Pinkie Pie afterwards celebrating Princess Twilight’s ascension.

Speaking of, Twilight settling down next to him, but her breathing is not of a mare tuckered out from the day’s and night’s activities. Putting everypony’s cutie marks back the way they belonged (besides Starlight’s, but that’s the way she wanted it) couldn’t have been easy. And yet, there the lavender unicorn alicorn is, awake and alert as if the day was just beginning.

Doug stares at the ceiling, hands clasped behind his head. Not much to look at up there, and out of the corner of his eye he can see Twilight unfolding her wings, then returning them to her sides. Probably just getting used to the new appendages, and a little anxious after crash landing in front of a tipsy Rainbow Dash.

“So,” Doug remarks to nopony in particular. Starlight Glimmer stirs slightly, uncomfortably shifting. “Two foals, huh? Shouldn’t be too bad.”

“Two?” Twilight asks from his side, confusion plain in her voice. 

“Applejack and Rarity,” Doug explains, turning his head slightly to regard Starlight. He gently rubs a hand along her neck, eliciting a low coo. “I guess I don’t really count you, since you’ll be going back to Our Town.”

Starlight grunts as she shifts her mat, then plops down next to Doug. He turns to his side, graciously allowing her back, warm in the cool night, to rub against his naked chest. Her mouth reaches for his own. Doug accepts the kiss, slightly curious at the normally indifferent mare’s actions. She smacks her lips as she pulls back, her tail flicking wildly between his thighs.

“Who knows,” the pink unicorn sultrily says, “if your fillies succeed, I might be out of a home.” She nuzzles Doug’s neck, her tail occasionally flicking a little higher on his body. “If they do it fast enough, she’ll be born here.”

“Okay, so three, maybe.” Doug can’t help but hope; if the Cutie Mark Crusaders are able to help out the villagers in Starlight’s Village? Maybe he will be able to see more of the unicorn. He raises an eyebrow as Twilight shifts her own mat, snuggling next to him as well. “Don’t tell me. Four?”

“Mm,” Twilight purrs, a light nip to his ear before she finds the same spot under his chin, opposite of Starlight. She lightly tugs with one hoof, eager to access more of her stallion. “Definitely four.” One hoof strokes along his side, then slips lower, playing against his hip. “Plus, Cadance keeps pushing me.” The slight whine in her voice has nothing on Rarity. “And she gets Shiny to help! Anything to get my brother off my back.”

Starlight snorts, and Doug can’t help but smirk.

“Not like that!” Twilight swats at both of them with her wings, her hoof forgotten. “Eww!”

“Speaking of Princesses, if Celestia and Luna join?” Doug shudders, one hand leaving Starlight’s side to caress Twilight’s hoof. It mostly works, the mare now back to stroking his stomach. “Hopefully they can find some nannies in Canterlot.”

“Actually,” Twilight says, pausing in her ministrations to go into lecture mode, “it’s traditional for the sire to take the foal. Since the dam is assumed to be busy with, you know, her job.”

“And I’m not busy with my job?” Doug retorts. Starlight presses against him, demanding more of his attention. His hand leaves Twilight to join the other kneading into Starlight’s back. Her breaths come hot and heavy, light moans as her tail reaches high enough to tickle his groin.

Twilight stares at Doug for a few seconds, mouth gaping open. “You realize you’re comparing crafting weather schedules, an admittedly difficult job not many ponies want, with running the entire country?”

Doug rolls his eyes, the action made harder by the mare doing an excellent job of getting him excited. “Fine. Five and Six.” He can feel his own hips shift, eagerly anticipating driving himself into her willing depths. Too bad he has to wait. “They’ll probably want to visit all the time. I hope.”

“I should hope so, too.” Twilight drops down, resting her head against Doug’s side and sniffing loudly. “Plus, you’ll have all of us around to help.” Her muzzle curls to a smirk. “I just hope they don’t get super hungry or something when their dam isn’t there.” Twilight’s nose scrunches as she watches Starlight, the pink mare’s squirming getting more and more intense. “Your heat start already?”

“Oh, yeah,” Starlight groans out. She firmly presses her back against Doug again, moaning. His hands stroke down her back, drawing out louder and louder moans the closer he gets to her dock.

“Hmm,” Twilight says, pulling out a few pieces of paper from her luggage. “I recorded Rarity’s various hormone levels. And Rainbow’s, too.” She glances at Doug. “She’s gone into heat already, so be careful if you don’t want to make it seven.”

“They outnumber me already, what’s one more,” Doug says blithely. Not that he doesn’t enjoy this, but the mares are generally a tad insufferable when they are in heat. Their bodies demanding things of them, heedless of whether they may or may not be in a position to want another foal.

“So, let’s just compare this.” Twilight’s horn shines bright enough to make him wince, Starlight angrily yelping. Twilight’s eyes turn white as she inspects Starlight, focusing mostly on her belly. “Okay. Okay. Okay. Hmm.” Twilight rests a hoof on Starlight’s side, rotating the mare so that she is fully exposed to the alicorn. “Okay.”

“That supposed to mean anything?” Starlight huffs, glaring up at Twilight and obviously frustrated at not having her heat quenched yet. And Doug is starting to feel the same way.

Twilight taps a hoof against her chin. “So, you are definitely in estrus.”

Starlight groans, a hoof coming up to rub her foreleg. “Tell me about it.”

“But, from what I can tell, you haven’t released any eggs. And none seem to be mature.” Twilight frowns. “Now, when Doug went away back in December, I spent a couple days in the Royal Archives researching some fertility spells. I think this one should do the trick!”

Twilight maneuvers herself between Starlight’s hind legs, laying her horn on Starlight’s exposed belly, just above her teats. The air around them seems to still, despite the poorly insulated train rolling along at full speed. Twilight’s horn glows softly, and for long seconds she does not but sit there, eyes half closed as she focuses. 

Starlight winks, and not with her eyes. Twilight is too busy concentrating to notice, but Doug slips a hand between the two mares, teasing the light red nub. He grins as Starlight moans, almost loud enough to disrupt Twilight’s casting. A second stroke nearly gets her hind legs to buck, though fortunately Twilight wouldn’t get kicked. Much.

After nearly a minute a ball of light pulls away, absorbing into the left side of Starlight’s belly. Twilight grins at a job well done, not noticing (or pretending not to notice) the panting of the mare underneath her. 

Starlight taps the spot on her belly with a hoof as Doug pauses. “Did it work?”

“Let’s see.” Twilight’s eyes shine white, returning to staring at Starlight’s belly. “Yep! Wait. Huh.”

“Huh?” Starlight mimics. “I don’t like the sound of ‘huh’.”

“It’s… probably nothing.” Twilight meekly smiles, then glances down as Starlight winks again. She sits there for a few long seconds, just staring at the marehood. “Just, um, I may have put a little too much into the spell. Don’t know my own strength and all.”

“Twilight…” Starlight growls out, her legs inches away from locking the alicorn in a headlock.

“It’s fine! Probably!” Twilight backs up slightly, though there is not a lot of room to maneuver in the train car. “The egg is just maturing a little faster than normal. It should wear off as soon as it’s released, and then it'll be just like a normal egg!”

“This better work,” Starlight says, trying to relax and lay back down. “How long is it supposed to take?”

“Normally? About two days. Your egg, though… let me just say, it’s already on its way.” Twilight’s horn pulls out a sheet of paper. “You can cast it on a mare before she’s in heat, and as long as she goes into heat by then it’ll be fine. Otherwise, the egg will be released, and without estrus preparing a mare’s body for implantation it’ll get, well, lost.”

“And if they’re already in heat?” Starlight asks, taking the sheet of paper by hoof and reading through the spell.

“You’ll need to wait at least two days. It’s not an exact thaumic, since every mare is different and all. So multiple attempts with a stallion, spread out over a few days, is highly recommended. Unless you've got a way to detect it, and I do and I can give you the spell, but let's assume you're not there. Or only there for the start."

Twilight coughs nervously as she stares at Starlight’s marehood. "Also, you’re not supposed to cast the spell on a mare who will ovulate normally. Nothing bad will happen, but it's kind of like giving hormone treatments to a mare who will conceive normally.” Twilight pulls out another page. “I’m assuming that the stallions will need a similar spell cast on them, but I’m not sure. After all, if half the equation doesn’t work, there’s not a lot of indication about the other side.” Yet another page comes out, longer and filled with writing. “This is the scanning spell I used-” she circles a few sections “-and these are the spots you should focus on when using it on a stallion.”

“None of this looks too bad,” Starlight says, a hint of a smile despite her discomfort. “Mind if I test it on you?”

“Well, you probably shouldn’t, but my cycles are generally pretty regular.” Twilight rolls over, laying on her back and splaying her legs. It’s hard to make out anything through the light fur. “I’ve got another four days, at least, so you should be safe.” 

Starlight double checks the spell, then extricates herself from laying against Doug without too much trouble. She gets up, resting her horn on Twilight’s belly. Starlight’s tail flicks to the side, as does her head, winking at Doug. After a few seconds she frowns. “I’m not really sensing much.”

“Hmm, I was afraid of that.” Twilight depresses her taut stomach with a hoof. “I had to power through a bit, and without your cutie mark you might not have enough to break through.” Twilight shifts slightly, a hoof spreading the hairs that cover her marehood. “You’ll have to get closer.”

Starlight gapes at Twilight’s marehood, pink tunnel clearly on display.

“Maybe use your tongue a little,” Twilight prompts, her wings spreading out to push herself up. “I’ll help out here. Simple dulling spell, so you don’t poke me.” Twilight winks. “Too hard.”

Starlight grins as she lowers her head. A few quick licks to the outer lips gets a delightful quiver from the alicorn, and only serves to drive her deeper. Bigger than most mares she’s been with, but not my much. Her tongue laps, searching for what she knows is the alicorn’s weak spot.

Starlight gasps as Twilight’s mouth envelops her horn, though she is a little amazed at how practiced Twilight seems to be at it. A few quick bobs is all she gets, though, before the alicorn pulls away, leaving a long string of saliva trailing from her spire. And then Twilight casts the spell to make her prick not so pointy. Too bad none of this is helping with her own heat!

“Ready when you are,” Twilight says, laying back and rotating her hips to give Starlight better access. “Need me to help guide it?”

“No,” intones Starlight, inwardly grimacing at not getting more of a reaction from the alicorn. Maybe she practices with her herdmates? Her horn lowers, slipping up and down against the slick lips before finding that perfect little hole. Score!

Starlight pushes in, half of her horn disappearing into Twilight’s love tunnel. She pulls out, leaving the barest fraction remaining, before plunging in again, this time three quarters of the way inside. She pulls back again, grinning at Twilight’s grunt of pleasure, then driving her horn in until her mane rests against Twilight's marehood.

For Doug, the final action is too much, especially with Twilight basically telling him Starlight is ready. He gets up, hand gripping the pink unicorn's flank, squeezing her cutie mark. The other strokes himself, lining up with the pink pony plot perfectly positioned for penetration. "So, I've been told I need to work on my assertiveness." He slaps Starlight's flank hard, trying to turn the gray bars the same pink as the rest of her.

Starlight gasps at the contact, her head trying to jerk up except that she is firmly embedded in Twilight’s loins. The alicorn moans loudly, her hooves trapping Starlight’s head in place. Panic begins to spread through the unicorn, her writhing getting her nowhere except another seductive groan from Twilight.

“It’s okay,” comes the steady voice of her stallion. No, Starlight tells herself, her stud. The stud. Just doing what they need to do. She had asked them for this, it just came a little sooner than she thought. Another slap rings out, on the other side this time. "Ready?"

“Remember,” Twilight’s husky voice comes at the same time that Doug penetrates her eagerly waiting folds. Starlight would scream if she thought it would do any good; her body, though, seems to have other ideas, slowly getting into the rhythm of things. Traitorous legs, standing still! “You’re supposed to be casting a certain spell?”

“Ughh,” Starlight moans, doing her best to keep her cool. She tries to focus as Doug pushes further inside her. Her heat surges, her body already trying to clench around the stallion and force him to give up his precious seed.

And then he pulls out, leaving her wanting even more. She grits her teeth as she runs through the spell, his constant motion messing with her worse than he's going to mess up her insides. She’s Starlight Glimmer, and she does not mess up magic! She’s just as good as Twilight! Better, even, because she can do this while being rutted! Doug’s slow thrusts distract her, of course, but she powers through. She has to!

“Ooh, tingly,” Twilight remarks after a few minutes, hooves finally releasing their hold on Starlight’s head. After the first ten seconds they weren't necessary, but the look of that mare impaling her was just too much to want to let go. Twilight pulls herself off the unicorn’s horn, slipping backwards. A bit of her own juices seeps out, but other mares had never turned Twilight on like the show in front of her is. She licks her lips; soon enough, that cock would be ramming inside her. But not today; no, she wants her 'first' time - as an alicorn, of course - with Doug to be extra special.

Starlight’s horn relaxes, losing the turquoise glow. She made it! Casting the spell won't be too bad, if a little awkward. But Our Town was and is a open, understanding community, and they'll be overjoyed when she returns with the good news! Now, she just needs to wait for this human to finish. It isn't too bad; he’s going pretty slowly. She smirks. Probably all that-

Starlight’s smirk is wiped from her face as Doug redoubles his efforts, pounding her into the mat. She groans, louder and louder as her heat sears into her stomach. What she wishes was pleasure burns through her, her body’s pitiful and painful reminder that she needs him inside her! Her inner muscles clench, doing their best to coax out, to trick the stallion servicing her into giving up everything he has!

Doug groans as he grips onto Starlight’s flanks; the pony standard position is one of his least favorites. But the mare had been too enticing to not take like that! With her legs standing straight in the air, fully displaying herself? And her horn buried inside his mare? Especially now that she is begging him with every inch of her body. He sees no reason to prolong her agony. Not like he could stop himself, anyway. Never had, never would.

With a final primal roar, Doug empties himself into the mare, filling her with that life giving seed. He grins as he pulls out, slumping over. All the adrenaline and exhaustion of the day threatens to catch up with him, and he can barely see that Twilight has her eyes shining white, focusing on Starlight’s belly. The worn out mare lays next to him, her eyes shut and breathing peacefully.

One down.
> Errant Finale: The Trial (26)
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Zipping out of one train care is a cinch for Rainbow Dash, and she takes the opportunity to stretch her wings a little. She can still feel a little bit of Applejack’s cider in her system, and what better way to burn off the extra calories than by getting a little practice in?

Well, she can think of one way. She zips into the night sky, grin slowly getting larger and larger as she imagines the stallion of the herd having his way with her. Or her with him. Her fantasies keep plowing into each other like her heat-stricken body wants him to plow into her, resulting in a mish-mash of scenes so erotic that were it physically possible to move between them in sequence, she’d get pregnant just by thinking about it.

However, since the variations her fatigue-and-cider stricken mind cook up aren’t, technically, possible for three - much less one - stallion to pull off, she remains assuredly not pregnant.

Yet.

Something her body desperately hopes changes, and her mind keeps going back and forth like the horizon as she completes a few barrel rolls.

Spitfire was going to make an exception for her. 

Rainbow Dash grits her teeth as she blasts a huge stylized ‘S’ out of one of the low hanging empty clouds: first, half a wingtip roll to flip herself over, then half a barrel roll to right herself going the opposite direction - the order is important, as it’s easier for her to keep her head on the inside of the loop than the outside, not only because she can see where she’s going better but because of egghead physics that she understood innately but Twilight loved to explain - then repeating the maneuver.

She admires her hoofwork, the wispy white contrails quickly fading into nothing. Could use a little tightening on the turns, though. Maybe she shouldn’t do a complete one eighty on the barrel roll? Instead, less of a turn, giving the ‘S’ a bit of a slant in the middle?

There’s something she’d like in her middle.

Ugh. Rainbow keeps one eye on the train below as she tests the variation, though she still isn’t happy with the results. She can’t think straight this late at night. That awesome mental image, her vision of the trick, keeps getting clouded by bits and pieces of certain other images, fragments fouling her performance like a clingy pink cloud.

Rainbow turns, diving towards the ground; landing on the speeding train as easy as a shift in perspective, which she executes flawlessly. Except the door is stuck, or latched, or something. She knocks twice, her hoof banging against the metal.

A raspberry aura slides the door open, a bright white eyed Twilight peeking out from stacks of wooden logs. “They ready for me?”

“Nah,” Rainbow Dash says as she zips inside, landing next to a comatose Doug and Starlight Glimmer. The human has one arm loosely held around the unicorn’s body, her head resting on his chest. The car reeks of musk and sweat; she’d say they should air the place out if it wasn’t turning her on so badly. "You should be fine, staying here the rest of the night."

Rainbow's eyes drop down to Doug’s limp member, glistening in the light of Twilight’s horn as she shuts the door. Looks like he didn’t even bother wiping himself off after he finished in whichever mare; she can smell both of their excitement in the air, and he’s laying like he just finished laying with Starlight. Well, she should fix that.

Rainbow remarks, “You know, you look like Celestia, staring at Starlight’s belly like that,” as she flits past the two sleepers, landing on Doug’s legs on the other side. Oops. He shifts, but that just gives her better access. Her tongue laps out, starting at the base of his drenched shaft and working her way towards the tip. Definitely not Twilight, although she hasn’t tasted alicorn Twilight yet. But it doesn’t smell like her. So, unless Doug has a third mystery mare stashed on the train, it’s Starlight’s juices coating him.

“I just wanted to see it when it happened,” Twilight says defensively; it’s hard to tell with the pupil-less white of her eyes, but Rainbow Dash thinks they flicked in her direction. Whether envious of what the pegasus is doing to their stallion, or maybe wishing she got a little more of the action?

Rainbow Dash can feel Doug hardening quickly, though she can’t quite place if he’s gone once tonight or twice. Seems more like once, from how quickly he’s growing and twitching, just begging for her to take him in all the way. Well, he’ll just have to wait until she’s good and ready. She stretches in a little further, nose barely needing to prop his definitely not flaccid member up as she licks his balls clean, then his inner thighs. Jeez, Starlight must need to get laid more or something, it can't be good for a mare to be that pent up!

“Sometimes,” Rainbow Dash remarks as she pulls back a little, letting Doug’s head flop to the floor so she can attack the top side, “it takes an hour or two. Celestia was always really vigilant, practically kept one eye trained on it the whole time.” Her tongue draws a long line from tip to base, and she relishes how it jerks again, trying to push its way into her. Don’t worry, big guy. Dam’ll be there soon.

“That would make sense, and given that I just cast the spell I might need to wait a little longer. Good thing I’m not that tired.” Twilight can’t help but watch as her herdmate gets the fur of her neck coated in her own saliva. Her mouth twitches as she tries to suppress her smile; the picture in front of her is almost too good not to save to memory.

“You better not say it,” Rainbow Dash says, glaring at the alicorn. The cock hugs her neck, spasming back and forth to slap at her cheek. 

“What?” Twilight replies innocently. “I was just going to say how adorable you look.” She licks her lips. “It’s a good look, too.” She slides forward, light clop of hooves against the floor as her mouth opens up, like she’s going to be the one taking Doug inside her.

No way that’s happening! Rainbow Dash beats her to the buck, pulling back slightly and tilting her head forward. Doug’s rock hard cock needs no support to stand on its own, practically launching itself upwards and into her waiting maw.

Rainbow Dash’s wet lips close around his head, relishing the mix of cum from his earlier tryst with Starlight and the precum forcing it out. Sweet, with that little bit of gooeyness so different than any fruit drink. 

She swallows the delicious concoction, which only leaves her desperately wanting more. She effortlessly takes him in the rest of the way, tongue lapping at the base of his balls and drawing an excited moan from the human. She traps his cock against the roof of her mouth before pressing her tongue solidly at the base, depressing that little tunnel that has pumped his seed into her again and again. 

She slowly, deliberately slowly, so slow her body screams at her and she can see the muscles in his arm jerk - like he has to hold himself back from gripping his hands around her ears and slamming her up and down on his cock until that tantalizing torrent sprays into her again - draws her tongue up his shaft. Everything that hadn’t oozed out of him before dumps itself into her, starting at the back of her tongue and working its way forward as she reaches his twitching tip.

Rainbow Dash grins, Doug’s cock in her mouth as she meets his eyes. She can practically hear Twilight taking snapshots, though she wouldn’t care if they got posted all over Equestria. She’d put them up in her room, maybe even on top of her Wonderbolt posters!

Okay, nothing trumps her Wonderbolt posters. They could go next to her Wonderbolt posters.

Rainbow Dash swishes the second load around a little, spreading that rich taste to every corner of her mouth. She can feel that desire in him stirring again, but her stallion never gets impatient with her. Especially because she never leaves him hanging!

Rainbow Dash swallows, tongue drawing an excited moan a final time before the real fun begins. She bobs up and down on his hard cock, faster and faster until she’s just a chromatic blur at his crotch. His hands, those devilish monsters, come up to her ears. Not forcing, or guiding, or even trying to help. Just set in that perfect spot just above her head, rewarding her with an ear scratch every time she pulls up to his tip.

She makes sure to hit that spot every time before slamming back down, taking his entire length in. His low moans only spur her on, and it’s nearly enough for her to blank out that niggling sensation that his precious seed is about to go in the wrong hole. She ignores it, years of practice at pushing through pain and discomfort letting her focus entirely on the throbbing member deep in her muzzle.

His breathing gets quicker, huskier, that odd sensation where she can’t tell if he’s trying to hold out longer, stretch out how much pleasure she’s giving him and he’s giving her - as if she would ever deny him a second or third or fifth go - or if he’s pushing himself as hard as she does, and relishing every second of it, only wanting to get to the best part as fast as they can.

Oh, and she’s relishing this, especially as the muscles in his legs tense, and she knows what comes next. Oh, how she knows, and can’t help but smile at once again giving her stallion that greatest of pleasures. She pulls back, giving herself as much room in her mouth as possible, her tongue flicking back and forth on the opening. She blocks the first blast, diverting the copious amount downwards, then the second. She frowns, only slightly, as he seems to give out after the third. Well, it is his second time that night, and it’s still way better than any other stallion she’s heard of. Not that she would ever think about leaving.

Rainbow Dash pulls off with a small pop, grinning madly as a strand of cum stretches from his dick to her mouth. “Enjoy that, big guy?” she asks almost redundantly, winding the trail inside her mouth with her tongue. His broad smile, hands scratching appreciably at her ears, every now and again giving a slight tug to invite her to slide closer to him. She eagerly complies, dragging her barrel along his slick cock until he rests between her teats.

A flash of annoyance crosses Rainbow’s face, as Starlight - still conked out - is occupying her favorite spot. Well, there’s still room on the other side, and a hoof rests next to his head as she draws in for a long, wet kiss. His hand cups her head, fingers digging into her mane, forcing them together. She’d use her tongue, but she doesn’t want to give up any of that seed still dancing in her mouth.

“You know,” Doug says as they reluctantly break away, “Celestia was telling me about some ancient mating practices ponies had, way back in the day.”

“Oh?” Rainbow asks, snuggling next to that furnace of a body. She can feel him getting hard again, pressing into her, almost demanding her innermost sanctum be opened to him once again. “I bet she knows all kinds of kinky things.”

That hand comes up to her ears, eliciting an elated moan from the pegasus. Except, Rainbow nearly frowns at the delay in his response, it getting worse as he stops and just holds her. Well, it’s not surprising; Doug never liked reminders of their previous flings, not that Rainbow had any. It was more a thing for Pinkie Pie, or Trixie, or she assumes Starlight. She doesn’t care for it either, Loyalty and all that, but you can’t change the past.

“Hey,” Rainbow says, almost reluctantly. She nuzzles him again, then spots a tiny bead of white on his lips. How’d that get there? A quick lick cleans him right off, then another soft kiss. “You’ll be the first to fill her belly with a foal, Celestia willing.”

Hmm, that sounded better in her head. Well, maybe it works. Screw it, she’s going with it.

Doug chuckles as his hands revive their stroking, pressing her down and into that chiseled chest of his. Then they start pushing, a long, meandering path down her sides until they reach her flanks, stopping right on her cutie mark.

And then he grips her flanks; her tight, taut muscles and little else offers barely any give. He always does this, lets her choose how far she wants to go. And every season she turns him down, and it is always the hardest thing in the world for her to do. Harder than performing a Sonic Rainboom, harder than hearing that Scootaloo would never fly. That betrayal, even if it wasn’t, that yet again she’d be denying him her purpose.

“It isn’t an act,” he says reassuringly, grinding his shaft against her teats. Her breathing gets husky; she loves it, more than any of the other mares in the herd, when he mimics a foal and plays with her. “Or a position, or some fetish.”

Rainbow Dash raises an eyebrow; what kind of things had they been talking about, then? 

He leans in close, whispering in her ear; she can see Twilight’s ears twitching, too - alicorn must have impressive hearing.

“It’s a promise.”

Rainbow Dash smirks. “Come on, you big lug,” she retorts, playfully flicking her mane into his face. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t promise you.”

“I was afraid you’d say that.” Doug’s hand moves to her belly, so dangerously close to sending her past the point of no return. But then he stops, just resting his hand where Scootaloo lived for eleven months. Tantalizing her, sending electric shocks just by lightly dragging his fingernails back and forth, swirling the thin hair.

“Because it’s more than just a promise from you to me.” Doug’s other hand leaves her flank, brushing past her wing to caress her cheek. His thumb plays with the corner of her mouth, eliciting a grin as she pops it inside and suckles. His light moan is music to her ears, the hand on her belly duplicating the motion on her tummy. Oh, and how she wishes it was just a bit further back, rubbing and pumping into her…

“It’s also a promise from me to you.” His hand presses into her belly, then holds its place; his thumb finds her tongue, lightly depressing the appendage still wet from his seed. “To always be there, to care for you in every way possible. More binding than a simple agreement to herd together.”

Rainbow Dash pauses, no longer pulling his thumb deeper into her mouth and miming the fellatio he loves. Herding isn’t something most mares take lightly, even if they ‘herd up’ pretty rapidly. After all, if the stallion is good enough for one friend, he’s good enough for all of them, right? And it’s pretty rare for a herd to break up without something devastating happening.

“And the Princesses would have done this with you?” Rainbow Dash demands, her words slurred from the thumb in her mouth. She returns, aggressively sucking, lightly nibbling on his knuckle. She can feel her body shifting, pushing further up his body, getting herself ready for him.

“Luna didn’t say no, though I didn’t exactly ask her outright.” Doug’s hand leaves her belly, just to find its place squeezing her flanks again, then traveling to her tail. She hasn’t paid much attention to the chromatic hair; it’s probably been thrashing about uncontrollably. But now he wraps his hand, again and again until the strangely strong strands bind him to her, leaving him in complete control of her dock.

Rainbow Dash finds herself pushing forward again, a hoof reaching out to pull him to her again, their lips meeting despite his hand still in her mouth. “Anything Luna does, or Celestia for that matter,” Rainbow vows, “I can do.” She smirks as she kisses him again. “Better.”

“You don’t know how much I want that,” Doug says huskily, then immediately recants at her imposing glare. “Or, you do. The promise is for me to always provide for you, anything you need. And for you to give of yourself, freely and without reserve.” He kisses her again, and presses his thumb to her tongue, and the other dips lower to her marehood. He traces the edges of her outer lips, leaving her gasping in pleasure.

“And it is sealed by me filling you, belly and womb, with my seed.”

“Done.” 

There is absolutely no hesitation in Rainbow Dash’s voice, immediately scooching forward. Her mouth envelops his, his hand lost in the rapid motion, passion filled kisses that leave her gasping for more. 

Especially as her heat makes itself known again. Her body had been content before, graciously playing along as if it knew she would just clamp down on it and ignore the pain should it try to assert its dominance. But, now that she is in the throes of pleasure? That burning desire, that desperate need to fulfill her duty as a mare, returns in full force. She can't even call it a betrayal by her own body, merely utilizing carrot and stick in the perfect balance to get her to do what she should have done long ago. And, Celestia willing, would do with him again and again, until the world is swarmed with their offspring.

Doug takes no prompting at all, his hand swiftly maneuvering himself just in time for Rainbow to slam her hips down. Perhaps she was just trying to tantalize him a little more by rubbing him against her snuggly foal factory, or maybe she knew her stallion like the back of her hoof. But he’s perfectly positioned, her slick marehood greedily accepting his full length on the first thrust. 

Her walls, slick with arousal, massage and caress him, and she eagerly takes the lead. How Starlight manages to sleep through Rainbow rocking her stallion, she’ll never know. But rock she does, pounding herself over and over until her legs burn like the inferno raging inside her.

And when it feels like her legs are ready to give out Doug takes over, one hand slipping behind her mane and locking her lips to his. The other goes to her flank, squeezing at intervals such that she can’t predict when the next one will come. This only gets her heat burning hotter, her walls coaxing him to give up his seed to her innermost depths. To make her his, and him hers. Forever.

His breath, already a little worn from bucking a foal into Starlight, gets even more ragged. He tries to pull himself away, taking hard gasps, but Rainbow doesn’t let him escape so easily. Her hooves wrap against him, holding him against her, breathing through her nose while he steals her breath away.

She can feel how close he is; maybe it wasn’t quite ten seconds. Her marehood clenches, years of experience drawing him swiftly to their explosive conclusion. Rainbow Dash grins as she forces him as deep as she can, that shuddering whipping through his body like her through an obstacle course.

And there had been far too many obstacles on this road of theirs. She moans loudly, passionately, then she screams in ecstasy as her body blankets her in pleasure, just as he blankets her insides with his seed. 

Rainbow Dash collapses on her stallion, head laying next to Starlight’s, body writhing as his hands again grip her sides. He takes a deep inhale of her musk, both of them having worked up quite a sweat. She returns the favor, nostrils filling with that pungent odor.

“I feel like I should qualify,” Twilight says; how the egghead managed to watch them the entire time and remain silent? Maybe she’ll have to thank her later for not interrupting. “That filling the womb is more than the simple act of sex. You do need to get pregnant.” She leans in close, whispering in Rainbow’s ear, just loud enough for Doug to hear. “So, let me be the first to say. Congratulations on your new colt, Rainbow.”

Tears well up in Rainbow’s eyes, but her hooves are too busy locking themselves around Doug to wipe them away. Her mouth quivers, worse than when she had to say goodbye to Tank. Her body shudders, not yet ready to give up its prize or the seed safely trapped inside her, even if they had already done their job. Magnificently.
> Errant Finale: The Spoiled Prince (45)
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Doug relaxes against the sparse sheets of the airship’s rough bed, sitting up against the wall. The steady thrum of the engines covers the clop of hooves against the wood as Twilight drops down from her spot next to him. He makes no effort to conceal his gaze, ogling the alicorn’s sashaying flanks as she swishes her tail to the side. She glances back with the barest turn of her head, winking with two places at once. 

He groans appreciably. Twilight hasn’t yet surrendered that part of her newly minted alicorn body to him, insisting instead that they save their ‘first’ time for when she goes into heat. It’s infuriating, in a way, especially when she tantalizes him with winks and moans and the way she melts under his hands when he rubs her wings after a hard workout with Rainbow. It would have been so easy to slip in, she wouldn’t have resisted in that state of mind.

But it’s sexy, too, that willingness to deny yourself for the sake of other; incredibly so, and a part of him - growing visibly larger by the second - wants to leap up and break that light wooden bed when he bends her over it. Much as she might enjoy that, she’ll enjoy it even more when her heat arrives.

And today wouldn’t be about her. Instead, his attention turns to the other two mares entering the room. Applejack and Rarity both nuzzle Twilight as she squeezes in between them; it might have been easier for the alicorn to teleport past in order to find Spike, but that would deny her the chance to lightly nip at first Applejack’s and then Rarity’s ear. And then she’s gone, leaving the earth pony and unicorn alone with the human.

Applejack moves first, a slight frown as she tests the bed. It’s built to be lightweight and fold up when not in use, and while it might hold up to Doug and Rarity and her sitting on it, it certainly won’t hold up to the activity that she’s got in mind. So either they won’t get to the fun stuff, or she’ll have to apologize to Lunaris about his cabin. Well, no hard choice there.

The light musk already on the sheets tickles her nostrils, triggering some part of her brain that’s convinced that if she doesn’t get there first, she might not get there at all. A glance to the side confirms that Rarity is smelling the same thing: the way her eyelids are half-lidding seductively, that light reddening of her skin barely visible through her white coat, the way she licks her lips to signal that both ends are getting wet for the stallion in front of her.

It’s a good thing Rarity is her herdmate, or she might need to explain to Lunaris how a different section of wood got broken, and she doesn’t think Rainbow Dash would appreciate having to save Rarity from plummeting to the ground again. Well, she’d probably hang it over Applejack and Rarity’s heads, at least until she gets tired of them stroking her ego.

Well, time to stroke something else, before somepony beats her to it. A swipe of her head gets Doug to slide down the bed, Rarity’s blue aura helping strip him out of his light jacket. His knees buckle up, right where she is aiming her head, but then his pants come off in one smooth motion and his manhood springs up right where she intends it to be.

She takes the entirety of him in one go, tongue tickling his underside. “No sense in waiting, huh?” Doug says from above, her head shake and grin getting him to swell inside her. But only briefly, she’s not doing that whole ‘belly and womb’ thing Rainbow was spouting off about. She belongs to him and him to her, they both know that and don’t need no silly way of proving it.

His gloved hand scratches her ear, her appreciative coo vibrating the cock in her mouth. She bobs up and down, just slightly, as his hand traces down the side of her face, twisting back and forth as he meanders down. He lingers, just above her snout, her eyes briefly widening as she freezes. He wouldn’t, he knows Ah’m super ticklish there and liable to sneeze. And Ah clench mah teeth when Ah sneeze.

Instead, her fears allay as he skips over her nose, rubbing at the corner of her mouth. His right index finger slips inside, and she gives it a quick lick before she resumes her fellatio. Why stick a gloved finger there, she likes that salty taste of his sweat more. Her eyes drift down, locating a certain red apple stitched into the cloth.

Of course. Applejack closes her eyes, contentedly smiling as she speeds up a little. But not too much, she wants all of him in her. The gloves Rarity made, with each of our cutie marks. Figures he’d do something like that. 

Her tongue holds that finger in her mouth as she regretfully pulls away, doing her best to leave as much saliva coating him as possible. His moan echoes her own feelings, but they’ll be getting to the good part soon enough, especially as her heat keeps reminding her that they ain’t doing this just for the fun of it. As soon as his head is clear she pulls his hand along with her, practically scampering to get her hind legs around his waist and his manhood firmly secured where it belongs.

And slip in he does, her inner walls eagerly accepting every inch of his length, the bed shuddering as she slams her hips down. She smiles apologetically, Doug rolling his eyes slightly at the creak and groan of the wood. Her marehood is far less willing to give him up, taking a lot of reassuring that he will be going right back there in just a moment’s time. But come up she does, and she gradually works herself to a slow rhythm, his hand pulling her head down to meet his lips.

The door opens; Applejack glances past Rarity, the mare working her way up and down his left index finger, to the purple alicorn making her way inside. Twilight smiles, horn shutting the door behind her. There isn’t a whole lot of space in the cramped cabin, but she makes do, rubbing barrels with Rarity. Her eyes watch longingly as Applejack picks up her pace, the protestations of the bed largely ignored.

“Applejack,” Rarity says with a pop of a finger leaving her mouth, Doug's hand shifting to try to pull her closer to him, “I was thinking.”

“Oh?” Applejack says, pulling away just a fraction of an inch. His hand leaves her head just to travel down to her modest teats. He teases the mounds of fat, rubbing circles and squeezing, quickly getting the nipple as hard as he is. He cups her, gently massaging while trapping the teat between his index and middle finger, and soon it is only his cutie marked finger rooting around like a foal after a meal.

Oh, he knows me so well. Applejack can’t help but reward her stallion with a kiss, barely paying attention to Rarity’s reply. 

“You know how, before, we shared our magic? My Honesty and your Generosity?”

“Mmhmm,” Applejack replies, mouth firmly locked against Doug’s.

“And I said I didn’t want to sully the experience with something as base as sex?”

That gets Applejack’s attention, her hips resting against Doug’s. She can feel him push himself as far as he can inside her, cock twitching; but not because he’s about to go off, but because he desperately wants her to keep going. She raises an eyebrow as she pulls away. “Ah recall something like that, yeah.”

“I’ve changed my mind.” Rarity pushes forwards, setting her hooves on the bed. Her ears flick at the loud groan, jumping back with an apologetic whimper. 

“Here, let me help.” Twilight’s horn lights. Applejack and Doug find themselves lifted nearly to the ceiling, the bed underneath stripped of sheets and folded up against the wall, latching itself in place. The sheets smooth out and lay on the floor. Applejack can’t help but snicker; she even tucked the top sheet under the other, and folded it like she’s making a bed.

Applejack, Doug still inside her, floats back down to the sheets. She resumes her gentle up and down motions at about a quarter of her preferred speed, watching as Rarity cautiously makes her way over.

“So, uh,” Applejack says as Rarity looks around, trying to find a good place to insert herself. “How exactly are we gonna make this work? Don’t ya need to, ya know, get your horn in my mouth or something?”

“Indeed. And you’ll need to stop moving, or I might poke your eye out or something.” Rarity hems and haws a little, starting forward before stopping herself and trying to find someplace where she won’t smother Doug. She tries laying across his chest, head awkwardly turned to the side to allow Applejack easy access to her horn.

“Ah can keep my head still just fine,” Applejack says, though she immediately proves herself wrong as she tries to get her lips anywhere near Rarity’s horn. “Ow!”

“Watch it!” Rarity says, wincing. A hoof comes up to rub at the spot. “Honestly, Applejack, you-”

“Stop,” Doug commands, getting both Applejack and Rarity to cease their movements. “Alright, here’s what we’re going to do. Applejack, sit up straight, as tall as you can. On your knees if you can stand it.”

“Like this?” Applejack says, pulling away from Rarity. She frowns at the angle, all of her weight resting on her hind legs and Doug. “Ah can’t go like this.”

“It’s okay. Rarity, sit like Applejack, but at my shoulders.” Doug taps his shoulder for reference. “Facing away from Applejack.”

“But that would put my… oh. Oh.” Rarity grins as she maneuvers herself, her wet marehood hovering inches above Doug’s face. “Just remember, darling, you’ll just get me riled up if you go too strong.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. Now, Rarity, lay backwards as best you can, just far enough so that Applejack can get your horn in her mouth. Applejack, once you’re there, just relax and let me do all the work.”

“Aww, but Ah love doing the work,” Applejack says with a disappointed sigh. The two mares nevertheless comply, the new upright position taxing but not uncomfortable.

Applejack drapes her forelegs over Rarity’s barrel, gently steadying herself against her herdmate. She groans as Doug starts moving up and down. She focuses on nothing at first, just enjoying the motions and coming release, only for a brief ‘ahem’ from Rarity to draw her back.

Her head drops down, mouth first drawing a long, slow line from the base of Rarity’s horn to the tip. The end glows blue, the alluring bit of Honesty almost dripping out. Applejack greedily lunges forwards, sucking on Rarity’s horn like it is some kind of phallus. Her legs buckle underneath her as waves of pleasure course through her body, the pure sense of everything being right with the world nearly too much for her to take. The mare must be thinking of finding an awfully large treasure trove, or something!

“Oh, Celestia,” bursts of out of Rarity as Doug draws his tongue along the lips of her marehood. He goes for another long line, not yet plunging into her quivering depths.

“She’s not coming to your rescue, not tonight,” Twilight quips, her own hoof dangerously close to stroking herself.

Doug keeps his ministrations on Rarity light, focusing instead on his hands wrestling the orgasming orange mare. Her spasming muscles are going wild, doing their best to wrest his seed from him. Not like he would ever deny her, but sometimes he does like to draw it out a bit. 

She’s really clamping down, making it hard to keep going, but he pushes through her tight tunnel over and over again. He can feel his desire building, and the mare above him can feel it too as he swells inside her. Her hooves clench against Rarity, her mouth sucking for all its worth, and her deafening whinny can’t possibly be mistaken for anything other than a mare being bred.

She almost doesn’t realize that he’s stopped pounding against her, lost in the dual ecstasy. It’s only when he tries pushing her to her side that she releases her vacuum against Rarity’s horn, apologetically grinning at the drained mare. She looks exhausted, just like they did after an extended session, and she actually can’t remember how long they had been going at it.

“Oh, dear,” Rarity says as Applejack slumps off and rolls to her back to help gravity keep everything inside. “I feel like I could use a break, not just Doug.”

“Hey, you know what I say,” Doug says with a smile. He gets up, stretching a little, grinning as Twilight walks over.

“Yes, it gives you vitality, and energy. Fine.” Rarity looks down at Applejack’s limp form, lightly kicking her in the side. “Hey.”

“M’not’movin’,” Applejack slurs, entirely too reminiscent of Rainbow Dash before, during, or after a nap. Her forelegs kick at the air above her.

“Fine,” Rarity says, straddling her lead mare. “Hold still.” Her voice is just commanding enough to get Applejack to stop moving. “Higher.” Applejack stretches her hooves up, just enough to reach Rarity’s mouth. “Perfect.”

“Okay, Twi, that’s enough,” Doug says, the alicorn almost pulling her mouth off his hardening cock. “It’ll get there.”

“Aww,” she moans, bobbing the tip up and down with her tongue. “Buh ihs sow cloff!”

Doug lightly taps her on the head, smiling apologetically as he gets to his knees. Pony standard might not be his favorite position, but the rest of the mares favor it frequently enough that he’s learned to like it. Plus, it gives him the great opportunity to fondle his mares, and as soon as he lines himself up with Rarity’s slit he wraps both hands around her, groping both of her teats as he plunges into her.

She’s definitely not as big Applejack, and not just because of when they foaled. Applejack has a ‘live and let live’ relationship with most of her body, preferring utilitarian styles and less grooming than the average mare (and far less than the average stallion, but Doug is an outlier there, too). Rarity, on the other hoof, puts most stallions to shame with the amount of grooming and personal care she does. So, she ends up with finely cultivated tufts of hair that strategically disguise her foal feeders.

Despite her moans Doug doesn’t let up, hands squeezing with every push into her awaiting depths. As he pulls out he nearly lets go, fingers swishing circles around her nipples, before grasping again as hard as he can. Her cries almost mask the clop of hooves outside the room, Doug never relenting as he gets closer and closer to that sweet release.

Rarity hasn’t been idle, taking Applejack’s hooves into her mouth. It takes a small amount of cajoling to get the sleepy mare to comply (so much for Doug’s vitality theory) but she eventually finds that bit of Generosity seeping out of her hooves. She alternates between the two like a foal with an ice cream cone on a hot day, doing her level best not to let a single drop spill. It doesn’t take long before the euphoric feeling is overpowering the demand of her heat, joyous cries replacing her needful ones.

It doesn’t take long before Doug gives in to Rarity’s pulsing marehood, her hooves smashing small divorts into the floor. Two thrusts later and he pushes himself in as deep as he can go, his guttural roar stifled as best he can.

Rarity’s front legs give out, toppling down on Applejack. She can’t bring herself to move, willing the twitching muscles of her marehood to close and trap all of his seed inside her. Twilight, eyes shining white as she watches the two mares, turns to Doug and licks any remnants of the mares off, though she frowns as the door comes into her field of view. 

Her raspberry aura opens the door, eyes narrowing to a glare. Standing outside, ears formerly pressed against the door, sits Cadance, Pinkie Pie, and Prince Blueblood, while Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy hover just above. Numerous recriminations dance on her tongue, but she can hardly blame them. Except for Cadance, but she can forgive that. Her eyes trace over each of them, ending on Prince Blueblood. 

“Okay, who’s flying this thing?” 

“Um,” the unicorn says, nervously glancing behind him. “Spike?”