1. Alien Culture

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Work was tough as usual, and he had to stay late today. Insurance work was as annoying and draining as it was boring, especially with the other things he’d been through lately, namely his girlfriend dumping him for reasons he didn’t understand.

As he pulled into the parking lot at the apartments, he was met by an increasingly common sight in his city. It was a small pony with a bright yellow coat with pink mane and tail, sitting in the grass drinking from a teaglass as she watched the sunset. She looked rather cute with her tail coiled around her and chest fluff swaying a bit in the breeze, but he had to remind himself that these were sapient creatures so he probably shouldn’t just go up and pat one like it was a poodle.

She’d recently moved into the apartment next to him. He’d have never thought he’d live to see the day when tiny horse aliens started moving to Earth and living next door.

“Hey, Anon!” she waved a hoof at him as soon as he got out of his car, holding her teacup in the other hoof, despite the lack of fingers. He always wondered about that, but didn’t feel like asking.

“Um, hello,” he said. “But my name is actually George.” Why did ponies always want to call humans that?

“Oh, I’m Banana Paradise!” the pony smiled at him, her pink eyes glittering in a way real eyes probably shouldn’t. “I um… overheard you talking yesterday about your girlfriend, sorry… so I wondered if you were okay.”

She put her teacup away… somewhere. He had no idea where since she was naked, but they did things like that. The naked part made him nervous by itself, since they were intelligent beings after all, but human laws allowed it to respect the aliens’ culture. They were allowed… a lot of cultural differences actually.

“Ah, I’m fine… I’ll get over it.” George replied unconvincingly. He nodded politely again and turned towards the apartment building.

As he walked towards the entrance, he heard tapping little hoofsteps on the pavement behind him, and glanced back. Banana was following him, ears flattened and shoulders drooped as her blue earrings tinkled around, sad on his behalf. It was a little embarrassing to have a stranger, alien or not, worry about him like that, so he quickened his step and entered the door, making sure to be far enough ahead that it wouldn’t seem impolite that he didn’t hold the door for her.

“So, George!” her voice was right next to him again half-way up the first flight of stairs. “Have you seen one of my shows?”

“Argh!” George jumped and almost fell back down the stairs. He hadn’t even heard her open the door behind her.

“W-was it that bad?” Banana looked like she might cry, dipping her head.

“No, I mean, you have a show?” George asked, starting to walk again as she kept up beside him.

“Yeah I work at the Fuzzy Holes,” Banana nodded and smiled again.

“T-the strip club?” George’s eyes got a little wider. That was the name of a club that just opened down the street, the first in the city to specialize in pony strippers, though he’d never dared go. Though that brought another question to mind as they reached the second flight of stairs. “But… you’re already naked.”

“Well I put on clothes before the show, silly,” Banana giggled, then winked. “And stripping them off isn’t the only thing I do on stage.”

He opened the door for her as they arrived at the floor where both their apartments were, and she walked ahead, flagging up her tail. He cleared his throat, trying not to look beneath it, and her smile faltered a bit when she realized that he wasn’t staring.

“It’s more of the dance that matters,” Banana tried to explain more. “I’m helping humans release their weird taboos and feed their minds on what should be proper and natural, after all.”

He supposed that made sense. From what he’d read on them, most pony religions looked down on shaming sex in the same way humans would look down on a public orgy. It was quite the reverse, and just thinking about it had him blushing up a storm walking behind her.

She suddenly stopped, and he didn’t stop in time to keep from bumping a leg into her behind, which made her giggle and waggle her little rump. It was becoming increasingly obvious that she was brazenly flirting with him in an effort to cheer him up. He bit his lip, still not looking where she wanted him to and walking around her.

“I thought that stallion that helped you move in was your boyfriend,” George commented, staying as polite as he could while this flustered. “I guess that isn’t the case?”

“Oh, is that why you’re reluctant?” Banana nodded and continued following him. “I forgot humans think like that, sorry. No, he wouldn’t mind at all. It’s not like a human can get me pregnant and I don’t think we can catch any of the same STDs, so it’s really no-strings-attached, you know?” She stopped at her door and tapped it. “So your place or mine?”

“N-no thanks still, sorry,” George stuck his hands deep in his pockets and continued towards his own door.

“W-what?” Banana sounded a bit pitiful, as if it confounded her that a stressed guy wouldn’t jump at the offer for a cross-species bang with a near-stranger. “A-am I ugly to humans?”

“It’s not that,” George said, fumbling for his keys and moving to unlock his door. “But we’re strangers, you know? This is the first conversation we’ve ever had. I mean do you even remember my name?”

“Of course I do,” Banana tilted her head. “Anon!”

“It’s GEORGE!” he was a little upset now, though less at the mistake and more at the fact that his pants felt a few sizes smaller after listening to the lewd conversation. He rammed the key in his lock a bit harder than he needed to.

“Sorry!” Banana said, then licked her lips a little at how hard he’d rammed the key. “George! Got it now!”

When he started to open the door though, the pony suddenly moved between him and the door, holding her front hooves out as she stood on her hind legs. She was breathing a little heavily and smelling a little sweeter than she had any right to, more so than when the conversation started..

“I don’t understand why you’re so reluctant!” Banana said as he took an awkward step back. “You said you liked fillies, right? Or did you want to try something new? I could invite my boyfriend over if you wanted to…”

“You are kidding me!” George dropped his keys in a panic and then leaned over to pick them up, dodging a nuzzle from her as he did so. “Like I said: We. are. Strangers!”

“I know and I don’t make a habit of it!” Banana claimed. He was incredulous of that. “But you obviously reaaally need it! And I really promise my coltfriend won’t mind!” She seemed to believe that was the only problem. “Sex is natural! So we don’t mind if each other does it with friends or even occasional strangers.”

“Please… let me go into my apartment… alone,” George sighed.

“You are going to smash my banana cream pie right now! For your own mental health!” Banana claimed, quite loudly.

George face-palmed as his whole body went red, noticing out of the corner of his eye that an older lady down the hall was standing outside her door and looking at them with wide disapproving eyes. She shook her head and entered her apartment, slamming the door.

“Why do none of the humans I like put out? It’s so frustrating!” Banana sighed, apparently trying for pity-sex now.

“Is that the only reason you came to Earth?” sighed George, trying to reason with her. Damn she smelled good though, like a literal banana split. He wondered if she actually tasted like one down… no! Don’t think about it!

She was a lot sexier than she deserved to be too, sheesh. Even that little tramp stamp on her hips, a cutie mark if he remembered right, was a banana with its tip covered in liquid chocolate and two scoops of ice cream on either side. He’d assumed ‘sweets chef’ before, but now knowing her occupation it somehow seemed even more appropriate.

“N-not the only reason,” she got somewhat quieter and shifted a hoof about. “But like I said… no pregnancy or disease… it’s just a perk to think about, ya know? Look… I can tell when a guy is horny, even if he’s hiding it behind clothing.”

As if she wasn’t being brash enough, she turned her bottom around to him, hiking her up tail higher than before, standing high on her hind hooves so she could barely reach to rub her posterior against his crotch. She looked over her shoulder again and licked her lips slowly.

“You want inside… I saw you looking before…” she claimed even though he’d made it a point to not look the whole time. “Just unzip and have a dip? A nice little quickie before you head into your apartment.”

“We’re in public,” sighed George. “And public sex is illegal for me, even if not for you ponies for reasons.”

“Well it’s not as illegal for you to do me as it would be with a human, at the very least,” her smile increased devilishly as she raised her rump up further, lifting her hind hooves off the floor and holding herself up with her front hooves as she grinded herself against his pants. “Come on, Anon… I’m literally begging you for this. Just. Unzip. And. Dip.”

“Oh for crying out…” George sighed.

Finally he grabbed her hips, making the pony moan as if she thought she was about to get pounded, but instead he pushed her out of the way as politely as he could, which was still pretty rough. She toppled over with a squeak, which he felt bad about, but at least it allowed him to dart through his front door, slamming it behind him and latching it.

“Oh come on!” she called through the door. “You obviously need relief! Why are you being a dummy and taking care of it yourself when there are three willing mare holes RIGHT HERE!” She sniffled a little and added quieter as if to herself. “Damn I’m horny…” Followed by sad little hoofsteps as she trotted down the hall to her apartment.

He sighed, looking down at his pants and patted his bulging crotch to feel the sticky layer of fluid she’d left on it. For a moment he was severely tempted to taste it, but shook his head, sliding the pants off so that he could chuck them in the laundry and go find a change.

Afterward, he sat on the couch, groaning in frustration as he turned on the TV.

“Today there was another protest by the International Naturist Federation,” said the newscaster, showing an image of censored naked humans and uncensored ponies holding up picket signs. “They were protesting that humans cannot be nude even though our new Equestrian friends-”

Damn it! He turned it off, stood angrily, and walked back towards his bedroom for a nap.

He really wanted to, but didn’t at the same time. It wasn’t that he was particularly conservative, it was just too weird to consider after living in a human-only social system for so long. He tried to sleep, pent up as hell, and afraid to even masturbate for fear that he’d fantasize about that sexy little… cute! He meant cute!

2. Tea Party Culture

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George was timid about leaving his home the next morning. He finally got himself to relax the night before, but thought of Banana a lot more than he wished he did in the process. Now, he just didn’t want to be late for work because a sex-crazed alien latched onto his dick before he could leave.

His fear was not realized, at least the crotch-hugging part, though as he arrived at his car to go, he did see her. And she was latched onto a dick.

Her and her coltfriend was sitting in the grass next to where his car was, and George had to wonder if she’d chosen that spot on purpose. The coltfriend was a blue-coated pegasus with a multi-colored mane in different blue shades. He had freckles, purple eyes, and most prominently his penis hanging fully out of his sheath as Banana went down on him like E. Coli on room-temperature beef.

“‘Ey A’on!” she waved one hoof at George and spoke with her muzzle full, but didn’t slow down, slathering the dick with a layer of saliva using a tongue that was frankly alarmingly long. How did it even fit in her head? Either way, it seemed ‘gag reflex’ was another thing she didn’t know the meaning of.

“Oh hey dude,” the coltfriend greeted casually, flexing his hips and sliding a hoof affectionately through her mane. “Banana told me about you, I’m Glitter Skies.”

George had to admit that he was a little jealous that the little pony’s erection was bigger than his own, big enough that Banana’s throat was swelling visibly all the way down to her collar when she pushed her nose against his belly. George stepped back as he felt a bit of saliva splatter from her quick motions and hurriedly unlocked his car door.

“Uh, hey, I’m George,” George said before he called him Anon too. Damn it. Now he had to go to work with a boner. “Going to work so uh… see you both later.”

“No problem, colt,” said Glitter. “But just so you know, she was being honest when she said I didn’t mind, okay?”

“Yeah it’s perfectly fine!” Banana encouraged, finally pulling her head free only to climb up onto Glitter and straddle his hips. She rolled her hips with a practiced movement and George could hear the lewd squish of her wet flesh pushed apart by the erection as Glitter rolled his eyes back and panted.

“I believed her!” George said, hurriedly closing the door as he started the engine. Did she still not understand that wasn’t the issue?

“He’s cute, let me know if he wants a threesome,” Glitter said to Banana breathily as their bellies began smacking together at a frenzied pace.

Thankfully that was the last thing George heard of that conversation before pulling out of the parking space. He glanced in the rear view mirror one more time. Seeing the older woman from down the hall walk by them while walking her dog, stare for a few seconds in shock, then hurriedly walk away as her dog tugged at the leash and barked at them. Banana waved at her like she’d immediately struck up an awkward conversation despite her hips not slowing down, then flattened her ears slightly when the lady fled.

It was hard to get that out of his head at work, and the left-over arousal never died down like he hoped it would. When he got home, he very carefully parked in a different spot than usual on the other side of the building. He crept through the grass between two buildings, peeking around the edge before slipping into the door on the side he didn’t normally use.

When he got to the hallway with his apartment door, he entered from the staircase at the opposite end of the hall from usual. Sure enough he saw Banana standing at the other end of the hall as if waiting for him to come up that staircase. She’d even dressed up in pink and white striped socks and a large pink bow around her neck. She sat on the floor, watching the other door like a loyal dog would, yet also possibly ready to pounce.

George crept down the hallway to his door, trying not to make any noise. He held his keys tightly so they wouldn’t jingle, slipping it into the keyhole and watching her the whole time. Just a bit more… Of course, the door creaked louder than it ever had when he pushed it open, and she turned to see him. She got up and took off towards him.

“Wait, Anon, I’m sorry!” she cried out, but could only flatten her ears as he quickly closed the door. There was a thump on the door as he closed it as if she’d ran face-first into it.

“George!” he corrected her again through the door.

“Oooow!” She whined, and he heard her little hoofsteps stagger about slightly. He felt bad that he’d closed it on her face, but why was she so obsessed with him? He knew she already banged Glitter at least once today so surely wasn’t THAT needy!

“S-sorry,” he apologized, but didn’t dare open the door again. It could be a trap! He waited a few moments, but didn’t hear her walk away. He breathed heavily, almost afraid to leave his defensive position until he was sure she was gone.

Finally there was another timid hoof-tap at the door.

“Please talk to me…” Banana sounded like she was holding her nose that she hit with her other hoof, and rather sad beyond that. Damn it. He couldn’t not answer such an adorable creature when she sounded that pitiful, regardless of her designs on him.

“I’m not trying to be rude,” George said self-consciously. “I just don’t understand; there are plenty of other humans in these apartments that are more attractive than me.”

“But I like you,” she pouted softly, her voice now weapons-grade cute in its squeakiness. This was just unfair! “Just cause I’m coming on strong to you doesn’t mean I’ll do anyone.”

He bit his lip, and pulled his legs together tightly. Damn it, he needed to take care of his boner again and knew he wouldn’t be able to get her out of his head when he did again.

“Look, I didn’t come over just to flirt,” she claimed, voice a bit droopy. “I just wanted to invite you to tea and I even wore clothes to make you comfortable!” Did she mean the socks? She clearly didn’t understand how to make herself less hot with clothes.

“It’s fine,” George claimed. “I’m not angry at you, I just don’t want tea at the moment.”

“Well it’s just…” she tapped on the door again. “I was telling another neighbor about talking to you… and she called me a borderline rapist. And I was scared that maybe you thought that about me too, so I wanted to apologize and give you tea. I promise I won’t grind any part of me on you without asking!” Did she have to say it that loudly?

“I… don’t think that,” George lied. He moved to look out the peephole at her. She had propped herself up on the door with her front hooves, rocking back and forth, shoulders drooping as her eyes sparkled wetly. So unfair! “F-fine, I’ll come over…”

“Great!” Banana was instantly chipper once again, bouncing a little like an excited dog when he opened the door. She trotted towards her own apartment, tail raised again more than it needed to be. This time he caught a quick glance without meaning to, of her fuzzy dampness and taunt little pucker above it. He looked away, but she looked really soft...

As she hummed and unlocked her own door with the key in her muzzle, the lady down the hall stepped out of her room again, shook her head disapprovingly, muttered something about a slut, and went back into her room. It seemed he only saw her at the least opportune times, but then again she might have been the one to talk down Banana slightly.

Inside her apartment, he had never been in a place so brightly colored. It had the exact layout as his, but the carpet, wallpaper, and countertops had all been replaced with a pinker shade and all furniture and decorations seemed to have either a heart or a flower theme to them. There was a pink piano half-way across the room and he had to wonder if it was just for looks; surely she couldn't play it with hooves.

There were photos on the wall that he assumed were family and friends, but he choked slightly as the first one he looked at was her going down on a larger yellow stallion.

“Hm?” she turned as he choked, following his eyes before he pulled them away. “Yeah, he’s pretty big! I choked too, and that’s saying something!”

“A-an old boyfriend?” George asked nervously, refusing to look at any others.

“Nah, that’s big bro from last time he visited,” Banana said casually as she trotted into her kitchen. “I’ll have to introduce you next time he’s here, but for now make yourself at home and have a seat!”

He almost choked again, and wondered if incest was also legal for ponies or if it was just something she did anyway. Then again they were apparently ‘magical’ so it might not cause the issues for them that it did for humans.

George tried to put it aside and looked at where she motioned for him to sit. The bright-pink table had a red-heart in the middle and was a bit undersized. He turned out a pink chair, feeling like he was sitting down in furniture at a child’s clubhouse rather than a neighbor’s dining room. He barely fit in the seat and he worried it might break.

She clumsily walked back to the table on her hind legs, holding a tray with a pink but otherwise traditional-looking tea kettle and two tea cups on it. She placed it on the table, then grabbed the kettle by the handle and started pouring the tea.

“Um…” George had to ask as he took the tea. “How are you holding that with a flat hoof?” It occurred to him for a moment that the tea might be roofied, so waited to see if she sipped her own before he took a drink.

“Oh, we call that sticky hooves,” Banana said as she poured her own tea. “It’s a localized telekinetic field that allows us to grip or manipulate small objects, actually better than fingers can!”

He watched her carefully, and she seemed to sip at her tea. He leaned forward to make sure the level was going down and she wasn’t just pretending to drink it, then sipped at his own. It wasn’t bad, sort of a weird banana peppermint flavor, but it was immediately relaxing. He probably should have asked if it was magic, but now he was afraid to.

“So uh, even that?” George asked, He motioned to the piano.

“Oh sure!” Banana smiled brightly. “I actually play a lot of instruments, want to hear me play?”

“Uh sure,” George nodded. This wasn’t going too bad so far. He relaxed more since it seemed she wasn’t going to immediately lewd all over him. He still expected her to eventually, and maybe even hoped she would now that they were in private and he was still horny.

She bounced to the piano, carrying her tea with her and somehow not spilling any. She took another sip and placed it on the top of the piano before strumming her hooves against the keyboard and somehow actually playing it. He marveled at how the keys seemed to move on their own beneath her hooves.

“My little pony, my little pony,” she sang with the melody, her voice as adorable as he’d expected. “Ah, ah, right, there!”

“Ah well, you’re… quite good, yes,” George said. He was more tempted to actually go see her show now, if she was musically inclined and not just grinding on a pole.

She winked back at him, shaking her bottom slightly, and he noticed a wet smudge against the piano seat as she continued to sing. The lyrics were somehow both cute and extremely questionable at the same time, but he let her finish.

By the time she had, he’d finished his tea. He reached for the tea kettle, but she galloped over after her song and moved to pour another glass for him with a smile, leaving her tea cup at the piano.

“I’m glad you like this!” she said. She almost overfilled his cup, her eyes moving to his groin instead as she propped up on the table next to him, perhaps checking to see if he was excited. “Did you like my song?”

He was more suspicious of the tea now, but sipped it again. It didn’t seem to be making him more aroused at any rate, just a lot more relaxed. That helped all the same though, because he’d started to consider that it might not be so bad to do something with her. His neighbor had already seen him go in here, and almost certainly thought they were having sex and would tell the other neighbors such, so did he really have anything to lose?

Well other than his dignity at resorting to fucking an alien. Wait, was that racist? Hm…

“Ah, I loved it,” George answered when he realized he was taking too long to answer.

She smiled up at him in reply, but didn’t move away after she put the tea kettle down. She shifted her hooves about atop the table again and glanced back at his groin. Her hips rolled slightly, moving slowly towards his lap, then pulled it back suddenly as if remembering that she’d promised not to grind on him without warning.

Banana looked thoughtful, then must have decided that her promise didn’t forbid nuzzling, because she slowly got back on the floor fully before nuzzling softly at one of his hips and smiling up at him.

“Hm?” she squeed slightly, her eyes glowing with eagerness and not actually having to ask the question.

“Uh…” George said, taking another sip, teacup shaking in his hand and not knowing how to answer.

“Hmmmm?” she asked again, opening her muzzle slightly and biting down on his zipper. He could almost hear her words to him from the day before ‘unzip and dip’.

He wasn’t sure what to answer again, but she didn’t push it further yet, flattening her ears halfway and pulling her head back, then sitting on her haunches and tapping her front hooves together adorably.

“I-I just…” she said. “You looked really sad when you left for work again, and super-sad when you came home today.”

The word he’d use for when he came home was ‘afraid’, but didn’t correct her.

“Maybe a compromise with just my muzzle?” she smiled up at him hopefully. “I promise I won’t tell anyone… I won’t even tell Glitter if you ask me not to, he’d understand.”

“Damn it,” sighed George, relenting. He was fooling himself when he came over to her place expecting not to. He still remembered the sight of her long tongue slathering her coltfriend's erection and… really wanted to feel that. “O-okay… just your muzzle though. Andy-you can tell Glitter.”

She squeaked happily, grasping his zipper in her teeth again, pressing a hoof against the top and tugging downward to unzip him. She slobbered a bit on the button as she then snapped it open, letting the bulge from his underwear press outward. She tugged at the edges of his pants with her hooves, and he wiggled his hips to allow her to pull them down as she grasped the band of his underwear in her teeth and tugged them down as well.

He felt her warm breath on him as soon as he flopped out, her eyes focused on the firm flesh like a shark that tasted blood. It wasn’t like he was impressive, yet her eyes lit up as she pulled down to see his full shaft and balls like it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. For a moment he feared that she might be about to try and steal it with some kind of weird pony magic.

Looking up at him with lidded eyes, Banana rolled out her tongue like a fruit rollup and wrapped it around his shaft, sliding around it three times before she ran out of length. His whole body stiffened as she gave the tip a testing slurp, then pulled the tongue back, feeling like moist silk as it slid around him. She shivered slightly, spreading out her hind legs and sliding one hoof between them.

“Mind if I masturbate?” Banana asked softly, as if she needed his permission, but at least she was asking before doing things now.

“G-go ahead,” George panted, his eyes following her hoof before it went between her hind legs, hearing the soft squish as she rubbed at her juicy nethers.

She pushed her lips to his tip again, then time pressing down fully onto him. Her muzzle was big enough that he didn’t feel her throat until she was over half-way down on him. When he did, he tried to back his hips off instinctively lest she choke, but she moved forward to swallow it down effortlessly, continuing down until her soft nose pressed against his belly. Her tongue rolled around the base of his shaft, giving it a squeeze before sliding down onto his balls and wrapping around them in a figure-eight pattern. He could feel her warm saliva drool over his needy flesh.

To say she had a talented tongue was an understatement, no sci-fi could’ve prepared him for how amazing an alien’s mouth was. He pushed his tea away, timidly placing his hands on her head, her mane feeling like silk strands weaved into plush, even her skull seeming to give as her whole form was slightly elastic.

“Don’t be shy,” Banana said as she pulled back. “Grab my head… ram my throat… hard as you need.”

He was in no condition to resist such advice. He dug his nails into her head, slipping out of his chair and sliding down to his knees, which wasn’t much lower considering the size of the chairs. He pulled her back and rammed himself solidly into her throat, moaning as her spongy body seemed to ripple slightly and her own moan vibrated over his shaft.

Banana continued standing on three hooves, one of her front still sloshing around at her slit, drooling fluid down her thighs to the floor. Otherwise she let him have control, jerking her head violently and slamming down her throat. He rolled his eyes back and gasped as she seemed to unhinge her jaw slightly, taking him deeper still as her tongue coiled around his sack several times, loosely enough that the sack could still smack her chin with each thrust.

George held her head with one hand, watching her mane flap around like a head-banger's with the motions, his other hand feeling her throat, the bulge of his shaft stretching her flexible flesh outward with each stroke. Even if she didn’t gag, her throat started to ripple over his shaft in smooth swallowing motions. Her face was growing a little blue around her eyes as they rolled back, but she didn’t complain at the lack of air.

“Crazy cunt,” George swore. “How is your tongue even doing that… you're not eldritch beings right?”

She started to gargle out an attempt to speak but it soon devolved into an orgasmic moan. He felt her throat clench more, and there was a visible splatter of juice from her other end that sprayed over the floor behind her as her hips shook. The tongue massage on his balls begged him to do the same, ready to slurp down anything he could expel.

There was no way to last longer, and he blasted the biggest load he’d ever ejected into her waiting throat. She swallowed it down without hesitation, eyes lighting up at the taste, letting a bit of it backwash into her muzzle, which he then felt her slather around her gums with the base of her tongue as if wanting to taste more of it. He couldn’t imagine anyone favoring the taste of semen that much, yet it seemed like a completely sincere reaction.

When she finally pulled her muzzle from, she slurped her tongue around the shaft once more to clean it, then moved to politely re-fill his cup of tea with a shakily excited hoof. Her muzzle was slightly open, and he could see her still rolling a ball of his spunk around, smearing it on her gums.

“Wow that… you are… “ George panted.

She giggled, swallowing the rest of his seed before replying a little wetly. “I got two more holes if you want to go on?”

“That’s it… for now,” George declined, still a bit dizzy from a far more intense climax than he expected. “Actually… maybe if I could use your bathroom before I drink more tea.”

“Sure, you can do that,” she smiled politely, then moved to the floor again. “Or… you could…”

She cupped her lips around his shaft again. She didn’t bob her head, just rolling her tongue a bit against the underside of his shaft and nudging his tip against her throat before swallowing against it invitingly. She was definitely kinkier than his last girlfriend, but seemed genuinely hopeful that he’d do it.

Well he didn’t feel like standing up yet anyway. He slipped back into his chair and relaxed, though it still took a minute to make himself go into something that wasn’t a toilet. When she finally tasted the first tinkles, he felt her roll the urine around her muzzle the same way she’d done his sperm, before pushing his tip just past her throat and guzzling straight from the tap.

She relaxed too, holding her neck stiff, though less because she didn’t like it and more like she was carefully resisting the urge to bob her head again. She kept swallowing until the flow ceased, then looked up and swallowed a few more times to make sure he was done.

When she moved her muzzle away again, George felt a little bad that she’d been so eager to pleasure him and felt he hadn’t done much in return, yet he was also completely exhausted. She went to get her tea cup again, swishing the tea around in her muzzle as if to clean it out before sliding up against him and nuzzling her muzzle to his mouth.

He leaned forward and kissed her, not really minding all the various tastes there, just playing his sorely inferior human tongue against hers a few moments before pulling away. She sat back down across from him then.

“So why don’t you tell me about your work?” Banana asked as if nothing unusual had happened. He supposed, for her at least, it hadn’t.

The rest of the visit was spent talking casually about their lives, though it felt weird to get to know someone after she’d already guzzled not one but two of his bodily fluids. Still, he had to admit that he found her casualness a bit refreshing.

Before he left, she gave him a written invitation to one of her upcoming strip shows, oddly formatted as one would a party invite. He blushed as he accepted it before heading back to his room.

3. Club Culture

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Even if he wasn’t as pent up anymore, George couldn’t get that heavenly muzzle out of his mind. So he decided to head to the Fuzzy Holes strip club that Friday evening to check out her show. He realized he shouldn’t worry about who saw him there, since they’d be there to look at alien holes themselves.

Most of them. As he entered, a certain older lady from his apartment was screaming at a confused bouncer, a surprisingly buff unicorn.

“Your damn alien slut is forcing herself on guys at my apartment!” she was screaming.

“But you said he went to HER apartment,” the bouncer said. “We can’t dictate who our employees date.”

“She has a boyfriend!” the lady screamed louder.

“Some of our employees have a husband AND a wife!” the bouncer shrugged. “Keep your culture shaming elsewhere.”

As the old lady screamed about wanting her ‘disciplined’, whatever that meant, George stealthily walked around them, wanting no part of that and sure nothing would come of it. He showed his ID to another bouncer and went inside. It was a normal club, mostly, though for some reason the Equestrian Embassy was in the same building. Weird.

The strip show itself was surprisingly normal, at first. Banana came out with another chocolate colored pony with a strangely shiny caramel mane and bright blue eyes. She had a cutie mark of a cupcake covered in suspiciously gooey white icing. They were both wearing cheerleader outfits with long socks and frilly panties.

“Hey Anons!” Banana waved to the cheering crowd as the booming music began. She smiled brightly, and George could have sworn she winked directly at him. “I’m Banana Paradise and this is the new filly, Caramel Cupcake!”

The dancing was actually impressive, even from a non-horny point of view. Ponies could leap quite high, and their soft bodies bouncing off each other wasn’t bad to look at. Though that’s where it started getting far beyond what he had expected to see.

Once they were done with the undress, tossing their socks out into the audience so patrons could fight over them like rabid dogs, they both bounced towards the same stripper pole in the center of the stage. They both collided with it, spinning around and intertwining their hind legs in the process. Embracing around the pole, they kiss each other deeply as the crowd’s cheering escalated, grinding their hips close.

At first he thought that they surely couldn’t be doing that full-on, but he should have known better. The video behind the stage showed a closeup of their drenched slits pushing together as they spun around the poll, leaving a wet strip around it that they drooled down their thighs and the shiny metallic surface. They slid to the base, rolling away from it towards the crowd, then began scissoring outright a mere foot from the edge of the stage.

George, who had gotten a seat near the stage thanks to her free ticket, could literally feel the sweat and secretions splatter as their wet bodies collided, the screen staying locked on their little pussies as their thigh fur became increasingly matted. Though George wasn’t sure this was dancing, their bodies still undulated to the music, and even their moaning was tied to the beat.

“Wanna see the new slut cum for you, Anons?” Banana cried out, and the crowd roared in reply.

Banana rolled over, flipping her teammate impressively so that she landed back against the wet stripper pole, then pinned her against it. Pushing her muzzle between the other mare’s thighs, she pushed her up the rod without even needing to put a hoof on her. Caramel reached one front hoof around to hold herself against the bar, but otherwise was balanced on Banana’s face as she slurped so loudly at her pussy that it could be heard over the music.

Pushing her muzzle more firmly, Banana eventually pushed the whole thing into the well-stretched hole, wrapping around her tightly as she dove her tongue inside rather violently. She thrusted her head, bouncing the other girl on her muzzle as she squealed happily up and down the pole. Banana kept her hind legs apart as well, both hooves rubbing around her own slit, and George couldn’t help but lick his lips. He couldn’t believe this kind of show was legal just because they weren’t human.

The two screens behind them were showing close-ups still, one of the muzzle-in-hole action and the other Banana’s hooves massaging her own drenched vulva, her thighs flexed as she held up the weight of her co-star. He’d never noticed how toned her little pony muscles were, and couldn’t help but think about how hard she could clench. George was harder than he’d ever been because of her, somehow, but didn’t quite have the nerve to whip it out and stroke off like some guys and a few ladies in the audience had. He was pretty sure that was illegal for humans, but no one called them on it.

Both of the mares came hard, and from the way she moved her behind and glanced back, George was certain Banana was aiming at him. As it blasted a mist over the cheering crowd, George couldn’t help but open his mouth and catch the spray. He blushed as he smacked it around his muzzle, then widened his eyes at the realization that her pussy actually tasted like bananas.

By the time he left, George was literally limping out of the club. He had to wonder if she’d be at the apartment when he got back, or if she’d stay backstage for a while before she went home, probably doing lewd things in a pile of writhing bodies with her co-workers. Damn it he couldn’t get it out of his head! How were horse-things so sexy?

He got his answer though as soon as he saw his car. Banana was there, sitting on his car hood of all things, waving happily at him as he approached. She must have darted out and found it as soon as she left the stage.

“Hey Anon!” she said as he got closer, and he didn’t bother correcting her. “Did you like the show?”

“Uh, yeah,” George admitted. “I think I might come to see more, for sure…”

He wasn’t sure what else to say. His eyes went a bit further south, looking at the somewhat moist spot on his car where she was sitting. She still smelled like sweat and a combination of her and the other mare’s juices, a rather fruity combination.

Banana giggled, seeing where his eyes went and spreading her hind legs a bit as she sat there on her haunches. Her little slit was visibly wet still, and he watched as another drop fell into his car hood. He worried a little bit that magical pony juice might destroy the paint job, but wasn’t about to stop her.

“I’m glad you’ve loosened up,” said Banana, as loudly as ever. “Especially since I gave you that blow job!”

Several other people in the parking lot looked in their direction with interest, which made George blush again, but he didn’t mind as much as before, especially where almost everyone wanted her. He’d never considered it that way before, but she really was a catch even if he was just her ‘on the side’ dick.

“Yeah, guess I have,” admitted George. “So you wanna… meet back at your apartment or… maybe even go into my car here?”

“Oh? You wanna fuck full-on finally?” she asked just as loudly, tilting her head with a sweet smile. “The car would probably get too hot inside, let’s just do it on the hood.”

“Ah well let’s just wait til we…” George started to make the seemingly logical argument, but didn’t know why he tried.

“But… I wanted to do stuffs now…” Banana weaponized her cuteness once again, flattening her ears slightly and sticking out her lower lip.

“Banana, if a cop drives by, it’d be a problem for me at least,” George tried to explain.

“Oh, no it wouldn’t!” her ears perked again as she smiled. “Since the Equestrian Embassy is in this building, we’re under Equestrian law while on the premises. We even have a park out back for humans to go have public fun!”

George blinked, trying to process that. He started to wonder if the efforts to make humanity lewder was officially sanctioned by their government.

Seeing he was speechless, Banana giggled, sliding off the hood of his car and leaving a moist streak. She bounced around to his other side, and when he turned to face him, she moved her hooves up to his stomach and pushed him back onto the hood where he had a seat. He glanced around nervously, noting that a few people in the parking lot had already noticed.

“T-there are people watching…” he gulped.

“I don’t imagine they’ll mind a free show,” Banana smiled sweetly, nuzzling at his groin before taking his zipper in her teeth again and tugging it down. “Besides, I want to be seen with you… relaaax…”

“Right,” George panted, looking back at her to ignore anyone else around them. “Unzip and dip, huh…”

She tugged his pants and underwear down as she had before, even if he was brighter red than before. Wrapping her tongue around his shaft, she toyed with it a moment before sucking it back into her muzzle like a frog catching a fly. She coated it in her saliva, keeping her muzzle a lot more open than before in the process, as if making sure others watching could see everything.

As she pulled herself up onto the hood with her front hooves, George lay back onto it, breathing heavily as she climbed up onto the hood with him. She grasped his hips in her front hooves, pulling him further up the hood as if wanting the act to be more visible, her little legs having surprising strength. She straddled him, laying her warm slit against his shaft and for a moment just dragging it forward and back to let her juice drool down onto him.

He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but she looked so happy and cute that he was, even as her hips rolled lewdly against him. She was too small to reach his mouth for a kiss in this position, but pulled his shirt up instead to lap slowly at his belly and up to his chest. It made him consider the size difference and how tight of a fit she could be even if she was a bit easy.

“Hey Banana!” her co-worker Caramel walked up, looking clean and soft as if she’d bothered to shower off after the show. She glanced at George, but didn’t comment on her friend about to ride some guy’s dick in the parking lot.

“Oh hey Caramel!” Banana replied with a friendly smile even as she raised up her rump, sliding a hoof beneath her. He felt a strange tickle around his shaft as the creepy sticky-hoof manipulated him and snugged his tip against her tiny entrance.

“I meant to ask,” said Caramel. “I left my pink fuzzy hoofcuffs here during my interview, you haven’t seen them have you?” What kind of interviews did they do for new jobs here?

Banana took a moment to answer as she pushed herself downward, squeaking happily. George felt her pony pussy sliding slowly over his tip, then pressed down further to envelope his shaft in the hot stickiness of her insides. He arched his back, gripping her petite behind and pushing upwards into her. It was incredible, rippling over him as it sucked him in, somehow feeling warmer than any human he’d felt.

Caramel politely watched and waited for Banana to be able to answer, smiling at the two of them no different than she might at a family dinner. She hmm-ed slightly, eyeing George carefully, and he had to wonder what she was… no he knew what she was probably thinking.

“It’s in the manager’s office,” Banana answered after a few moments. “Was the big griffin dildo yours too?”

“No, that’s Glistening Faucet’s,” Caramel said. “He’s going to use it at his next workshop: Cocks of Equestria.”

As Caramel spoke, she climbed up onto the hood as well, making George jerk a bit when she walked over to his head and moved to face Banana while standing over him. He was too distracted by the amazing flesh-massage he was getting to do much to stop her as he stared up at her own creamy-looking slit.

“H-hey… I’m um…” George started to introduce himself, only to have Caramel put a hind hoof against his mouth to shush him

“Shh,” Caramel said, as if she wanted to increase the kinkiness factor by not even knowing his name. Well at least she didn’t call him Anon, even if he felt like she definitely would later.

Banana glanced down at him, perking her ears up, smiling but also seeming to quietly check to make sure he looked okay with the imminent face-sitting. He definitely was, having more-or-less forgotten he was in public at this point, lost in the fleshy vice-grip on his dick. Either all his previous girlfriends had been terrible lays, or pony pussy was infinitely better. It was like she could control her inner passage, actively twisting and massaging him instead of only clenching.

He opened his mouth to moan again onto to get a face-full of Caramel’s plot, the mare sliding forward and back against him. He traced his tongue over her tight pucker and slimy slit, amazed that she tasted a lot like her name too, her pussy juice just a bit thicker than Banana’s, clinging to his tongue in a layer as he lapped at her.

“Gonna fuck some other guys after this?” Caramel asked between pants and slurping at Banana’s tongue.

“Nah, just this one for now,” Banana giggled. “I normally only bang guys I’m taken with outside of work.” George had to admit that was a sweeter response than expected.

As the girls embraced, they moved up and down on either end in sequence like he was a seesaw, just with more wet sloshing. Banana’s nethers were not only talented at milking him, but also clenched firmly at his base when he was about to go off to push him back from it slightly. He didn’t know how that would work, but he knew he would have normally coated such a dreamy hole in seconds.

Her curiously pushed his tongue between Caramel’s lips, allowing more thick juice to drool down it and feeling it suckle at him as if disappointed at the short length. He tried to make up for it by grasping her bottom with one hand, pushing his thumb against her tight anal ring as he did so. It slid in surprisingly easy, as if she’d already been lubed up from earlier activity, and received an equally eager clench as he fished around inside her. His other hand moved to her clit, rubbing his other thumb against it as his fingers traced over her stretchy labia.

“You’re so conservative, Banana,” Caramel said between squeaks. “I’m so horny after watching ‘Tuesday the 15th’ last night, I’m gonna take all cummers until I pass the buck out.”

Horror movies made her horny? That should probably have been disturbing but George was a little distracted by her tush in his face.

“Don’t wear yourself out, sweetie,” advised Banana as she licked up the side of Caramel’s face. “Sleep is important for a healthy life. And sanitize yourself between penetrations, else a human might get a disease second-hoof from the fluid of the last one in you.”

“Fine,” sighed Caramel, obviously a little depressed at being denied true sloppiness.

As for George, he had enough sloppiness to last him a lifetime atop him. Caramel was already oozing profusely all over his face, sloppier than his ex-girlfriend ever was, but when she went over the edge he choked on the sudden burst of rich goo sprayed into his mouth like a shower jet, so much that he briefly worried she might dehydrate. Yet it was more like sucking on a candy fountain, he never imagined any bodily fluid could be this sweet. He didn’t stop his playing with her tailhole and clit, enjoying how her body quaked atop him.

He was quaking almost as much as Banana slammed her body down firmly against them, both of their movements having gradually sped up as their lewd act continued. Her pussy was convulsing around him so much that he couldn’t even keep track of how the flesh moved, bathing his shaft in impossible pleasure but somehow keeping him from going off at the same time. That ended though when she went over shortly after her friend.

Banana was clenching hard, elastic lips rolling over him to touch every curve, so didn’t expel quite the splatter that Caramel had. He felt it back up inside her, gushing over him and then drowning his shaft, her tunnel seeming to suck him in so firmly that he couldn’t have extracted it no matter how hard he tried. Once again, he popped harder than he ever had before, mixing his sperm with hers and actually wishing they were genetically compatible for a moment.

The fillies kissed once more deeply, but apparently weren’t done with him. They both stood up on their hind legs, twirling each other around and sitting back down as if dancing atop him. When they came down, he felt Caramel wet bottom slam down on him as his shaft pushed up into her. Though it wasn’t her wet front hole that he got, but her tight pucker instead, using her friend’s juice as lube.

She might not have intended to go for that hole, as Caramel squealed spectacularly after doing so, more in surprise than pain. That didn’t stop her from continuing, her hips immediately working into a frenzy, and he felt her ass cheeks bouncing softly against his thighs as she rode him up her behind. He throbbed firmly, sensitive from the last go but not about to go soft.

Banana was somewhat more gentle as she landed on his face, whining happily at the touch on her freshly exploded flesh. She’d kept herself clenched, but now relaxed, and the milkshake of his own sperm and her juice rolled down over his tongue. He didn’t hesitate, swirling his tongue about her hole as he let it flow out, guzzling as much as he could, reaching up to hold her against him when she tried to back off due to his choking.

“I meant to land it in my puss, but still amazing,” panted Caramel, confirming what he suspected. “Need to practice that move.”

“Yeah you’ll need to,” Banana advised breathily. “Gotta be able to fall from a lot higher and land in the right spot.” Now that was a show he’d definitely want to see.

As they continued, George was brought slightly back to reality when a passing car honked their horn. He glanced around, realizing that there were no less than a dozen patrons actively watching them, with one lady getting mounted by one of the male strippers as she did so. He blushed, beat red on instinct, but found himself caring much less if he was seen. He did wonder though how many passerbys called the cops on this place without knowing it was okay here; that must be annoying for them.

Apparently Caramel took the suggestion to practice to heart, because she decided to do just that on George now. She yanked herself off him again, then slammed back down before his shaft even had time to change position, landing him in her pussy instead. Once again he was bathed in the flurry of clenches and spasms, but after a few thrusts she repeated the maneuver, switching back to her ass. She continued back and forth, raising her rump higher to get a hang of it.

“Yeah look at this slut!” Caramel shouted, bathing in the limelight of public sex. “I don’t even know this guy’s name and I’m riding his cock up both holes! Stick around if you want a go at this cum sock next!”

She was definitely as foul-mouthed as she was friendly, somehow even easier than Banana, but George no longer minded. What he wouldn’t give to have been born on their planet at this point!

Though George still preferred Banana’s ‘open but selective’ to that. Enough that he was starting to grow a bit jealous of her coltfriend for having first priority on what was easily the best pussy George had ever experienced. He cursed his short human tongue that he couldn’t get deeper inside. He’d slurped out all of the mess he made inside her, but continued to nurse on her.

As he had with Caramel, he pushed one thumb up Banana’s flexing behind, the other thumb working her clit. The second hand also reached up to grasp at her breasts, conveniently located lower on her body, and squeezed the spongy flesh. Though not as bulbous as a human’s, they’d definitely be fun to play with.

In fact, why shouldn’t he? He tugged her small frame backwards on his head. His yanked his thumb from her anus and instead pushed his three middle fingers between her soft pink lips as his pinkie finger pushed into her anus. She giggled happily as he moved his mouth instead towards her small breasts, slurping at one nipple and twirling his tongue around.

It seemed Caramel was a quick learner, her hips flying up as far as she could and slamming back down, hitting the mark every time and switching back and forth from one hole to another with perfect precision. After she’d gotten good at it, she calmed her flailing motions slightly, sliding her hips more evenly back and forth and giving each hole a few pumps before switching off to the other.

As worn out as he was, the lewdness of taking on two ladies at once in public kept his shaft ready to blast, and he went off faster than he had on the first go. Caramel purred as she felt him starting to pulse harder, slamming him down on her pussy to take the full load there and panting happily as her own movements slowly came to a stop.

“Celestia’s eldritch mane, this is amazing,” Caramel groaned, eyes still rolled back. “So many pent up males, so glad I got this transfer.”

Shortly after she was pulled off his shaft again, and at first George thought she’d switch holes again, but instead he saw the giggling pony dragged off him by one of the onlookers. At first he worried that she might not be okay with that without at least a break first, but it seemed it was no issue.

“All holes open for business, anons!” screamed Caramel before quickly getting her wish.

George was too busy to watch her though, concentrating on his private special somepony. He was surprised to find her lactating heavily, slurping out the sweet cream inside as his second hand could more freely grasp at her breasts. He moved from one to the other, only to find out in surprise that they had slightly different milk flavors, as if one was vanilla and the other strawberry. He had to wonder if this was natural biology or if they’d augmented themselves with their strange magitech.

“Oh, Anon,” Banana moaned. “I knew you were a classy gentlecolt the moment I saw you, gonna… mmph… just like that.”

When she blew again, he couldn’t help but move his face back to her nethers, though continued ramming her with his fingers as commanded. He opened his mouth to take in the splash of her pure nectar without his own icky human fluid mixed in, and it was unbelievably sweet. He gargled a mouthful, sloshing it around in his mouth and not even caring if some splashed in his eyes and started to sting a bit.

Once it was clear that she was done, one of the crowd reached for Banana as well, but she politely held up a hoof.

“Sorry colts,” she said kindly. “I’m only for Anon here, for now.”

“Damn lucky,” another in the crowd muttered. “Gets the hottest mare here all to himself.”

As she moved from his head, George sat up, tugging her into his lap instead and not bothering to pull up his pants. After all, plenty of people around him were outright nude at this point. He heard Caramel giggle-squeal behind them, followed by a happy gurgle as apparently another shaft got shoved down her throat. He had to wonder if she was taking Banana’s advice and sanitizing herself between partners or not.

George looked down at Banana in his lap to find a smiling face peering up at him with large adorable eyes. Somehow that made him blush more heavily than fucking and sucking her pussy in public.

“I can’t believe you turned that guy down, honestly,” George chuckled, unsure of what else to talk about.

“You know I didn’t just grab you at random,” Banana giggled, nuzzling at his chin. “I’m a pretty good judge of character, I knew you were a nice guy that didn’t deserve to be sad… don’t think bad of her though. She just wants to make as many others happy as possible, it’s a noble calling to be able to do that.”

“Wow…” George gulped, her sweetness making it far more awkward than if she’d been a cock goblin like her friend. “I don’t look down on her, not at all, but I’m… really happy you see me like that too.”

“I love you,” sighed Banana, laying her head against him, body somehow still soft as moist as she was. Why did she smell better the more filthy she was? So unfair...

“Um… is that okay to say?” George got increasingly nervous. “I know Glitter doesn’t mind you playing, but to say that… um…” He chuckled nervously. “I don’t want to steal you from a friend, you know.”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” she giggled in return. “But no, you aren’t doing that, no worries okay?”

George assumed it was more pony redefining of human words and relaxed. She continued hugging him like a velcro plush toy. Somehow just having this much of his flesh in contact with her was invigorating, and he felt himself grow hard once again against her belly. He put caution to the wind completely, pulling his shirt completely off over his head and dropping his shoes off so that his pants could come the rest of the way off.

He shifted her in his lap, turning her towards him and feeling her deep breathing against him. She looked up at him again with that sweet smile as he lifted her slightly and pushed his tip against her once again, this time against her tight little bottom. She snuggled her hips down, nodding up at him and flicking about her tail excitedly behind her.

“How do I still feel ready to go,” sighed George. “You ponies aren’t normal.”

“Silly Anon, we’re magical!” was all the explanation that Banana really needed to give.

“Yeah, guess so,” George sighed.

He ruffled her floofy mane, and she wriggled her bottom to push his tip against her rear entry again. Sighing again, he slid both hands to her shoulders and gripped before shoving her down firmly. Her oddly slick hole pried open easily and slid down to trace every curve of his shaft. She rolled her hips into a smooth movement, panting softly against his chest as he twitched his hips in return.

Ignoring the other weirdness around him, he kept his eyes on the bouncing mare in his lap. Banana giggled as she reached her nose up again, and he leaned down to touch his own to hers to boop them together. Her breath smelled almost as good as her pussy, so he lapped at her nose before they pressed into a deep kiss together. Though her rocking hips were gentle, her tongue was enthusiastic enough that he choked slightly before she calmed it down a bit.

“Mmph,” she said as she pulled her muzzle back, their mouths still connected with a string of saliva. “I guess you’ve had all my holes now!”

Honestly, he’d half expected her to reveal she had a totally different hole that he hadn’t known about. He decided not to say that outloud in case she did and she wanted something weird like ear-sex.

“I guess I’ll want to have those again sometime,” panted George. “Seriously amazing. So uh… if you don’t mind me asking, where’s your coltfriend today?”

“He’s gone for a few days,” she nodded. “Want to visit both of us when he’s back? He’s bi if you are!”

George was sure most ponies were. As for himself, George didn’t consider himself bi with humans, but wondered if he might be with ponies as cute as her coltfriend had looked.

“Maybe… maybe we can visit at least and see what happens?” George answered, though wasn’t entirely sure he should get involved in that either.

“Mmm-hmmm…” Banana purred and snuggled her head against his chest, so he leaned over and rested his chin atop her soft head.

The nice relaxing anal felt like a cool-down from their previous craziness, but her behind didn’t feel any worse on his shaft than her pussy had, nor did her soft moist cheeks resting against his sack with each rotation of her hips. He felt her reach a hoof down to rub at her slit again in time with their other movements, grunting happily with each thrust. He was still sure no one else could be both so lewd and adorable at the same time.

Not to mention, when anal sex in public on a car hood felt like a cooldown, he knew he’d found a kinky girl. He’d never try to take her from somepony, but he found himself wishing that she wasn’t already taken.

They finished their love-making more quietly too, her quiet squealing likely only heard by him as he felt her juice bubble over and splash onto his belly, her tailhole clenching and milking harder at his cock as she did so. After that she seemed to remain in a constant state of bliss, continuing the incredible massage for another few minutes before she pulled him over the edge, milking another load of his seed into the last orifice that he’d not yet expelled one into.

As he finally came down for a bit from the lustful evening, he felt himself grow red again with the eyes of all those looking at him. Considering how many eyes were on him when Caramel was taking guys three at a time on the next car over, Banana must really have been the favorite here. Maybe his girlfriend leaving him hadn’t been so unlucky after all.

4. Relationship Culture

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After coming down from the erotic high of the evening, George wondered if he’d gone too far. Even if he hadn’t broken any laws, there could still be consequences for being seen like that.

It turned out he had relatively little to worry about. A few people at work acted awkwardly, and one congratulated him on his ‘score’, but apparently the company wouldn’t take action against someone for ‘partaking in foreign culture’ for fear of seeming insensitive, no matter what their opinions on the matter were. Especially when the foreign culture in question could probably destroy the Earth with magic if they really wanted to.

Though he’d been too exhausted after that show to see another too soon, Banana certainly wasn’t a stranger, especially with her boyfriend away on a trip, she ended up tempting him into some play most days. He had to admit as well that he’d started to have some uncomfortable feelings for her that he didn’t think he’d have for an alien, and he didn’t know what to think of himself. It’s not like he and Glitter were best buds, but he still didn’t want to intrude on his relationship.

George figured when Glitter got back from the trip, Banana would be focused on him enough not to see George for a few days anyway. He couldn’t have been more surprised when instead he got a knock on the door the very day the coltfriend was supposed to have returned. He peeked out the peephole and didn’t see anyone, so he figured it must be his new little friend.

“Hey Anon!” Banana waved with a sweet smile as he opened the door.

“Oh hello, um,” George had become more comfortable around her, but now blushed again. “Is your coltfriend not back yet? I don’t want to take up too much of your time when you haven’t seen him in a while…”

“Oh yeah, he’s back,” she nodded, ears perked and bouncing a bit between her right and left legs. “That’s what I’m here about actually! You’re off work today right? How about you join us for a picnic in the park behind The Fuzzy Hole?”

“S-seriously?” George’s eyes widened a bit. That was the park that was technically on Equestrian soil so Equestrian law applied, so it wasn’t hard to guess what her intentions were. “Uh… well are you sure he doesn’t mind? LIke really doesn’t mind… not just saying it to make you happy or anything?”

“You’re so silly!” giggled Banana. “He’s literally been begging me to send photos of me and you playing the whole time he’s been gone. He thinks you’re hot!”

“Oh I see,” George blinked, then gulped. “Wait? When were you taking photos?!”

“Oh don’t worry, I won’t share them outside of our relationship,” giggled Banana, pointedly not answering the question. “Anyway, did you wanna come and cum?” She wasn’t even trying to hide it, winking. “Bet you’d be surprised that his oral technique rivals mine.”

“Eh, sure, why not,” George sighed. There was no point in resisting when she’d definitely get him into a threesome with Glitter eventually if she wanted. Besides, even if he hadn’t played with males before, it felt strangely more comfortable for him with a pony.

“Great!” Banana bounced a few times like a happy dog, then turned and bumped her bottom against him. “I’ll see you there! Don’t wear anything that might get torn when it’s eagerly removed!”

As she trotted off, humming happily, he wondered if this was really what his life had come to.

Yes. Yes it was, and he was okay with that.

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As he got out of the car at the park, George felt the same stress that he might during a job interview. He felt like Glitter might be checking him out to see if he was okay, and that failing it might mean he’d no longer be able to spend time with Banana. He’d grown accustomed to her charms, and more selfishly happened to enjoy pony bits more than any humans’ he’d had. In a bind he could always ring up Caramel of course, but it wasn’t really the same when it was the city wheelbarrow.

At the edge of the park, there was a sign that read “Clothes optional on the premises.” in both English and Equestrian. Well, she had mentioned they’d probably come off, and glancing into the park grounds, the only humans he saw were nude, even if most of them weren’t outright having sex. He’d probably be more noticeable if he came in with clothing on.

He looked back to his car, wondering if he should shuck them and leave them there, but after hesitating he couldn’t get himself to do it, so he entered the park fully clothed for the time being. Somehow it felt weird to walk around naked if he didn’t have a pony chaperone of sorts. Not to mention walking around with a semi-erect shaft bouncing around in front of him seemed like it’d be a little annoying.

He followed the directions she’d given him, which led him down a walking path and up into a grassy area atop a hill surrounded by trees, trying not to stare at a few amorous get-togethers he passed. There weren’t any other people close by at his destination though, which was nice. He wondered if they’d chosen to have a picnic away from the actual tables to ensure he didn’t have too much of a crowd, even if from experience he knew that wouldn’t keep him from getting into things.

“Hey George!” Banana shouted at him when she saw him coming closer, and he froze for a moment in confusion, actually looking around behind him to see if there was someone else named George there.

“Ah, you called me George,” George chuckled, scratching his head nervously. It was about time she…

“Oh I’m sorry!” said Banana. “I always forget your name. Hey Anon!”

“No, George was actually good,” George face-palmed and sighed, but continued on his way towards them.

Glitter was relaxing on his back in the grass behind her, a cloth laid out nearby with sandwiches and other common picnic food, though nothing meat-related due to their herbivore nature. George realized as he came closer that Banana was in fact sitting on Glitter’s lap as he lay there rather than just being behind her. She was flexing her hindquarters, rolling against him to casually ride his shaft up into one hole or the other, facing George reverse-cowgirl style.

“Hey, colt,” Glitter chuckled and waves a hoof with a good-natured smile. “Hope you don’t mind that I started dipping before you got here.”

“Course not,” George took a deep breath as he walked up to them. “Not like I can compete with that shaft.” If he remembered from seeing before, Glitter had near double George’s above-average length despite his smaller body size.

“Tsk,” giggled Banana, reaching up a hoof and playfully batting at George’s crotch as he approached, then rubbed firmly to feel him throb beneath the cloth. “I like human goods just fine, don’t sell yourself short!” Probably not the best wording.

He wasn’t sure what to do now that he was here, but his goods were definitely responding to the strangely cute sex act he saw before him, then even more so to the now-familiar attention from Banana’s hoof.

George awkwardly had a seat in the grass next to them, looking down at them since he knew they didn’t mind. He could see Banana’s vulva stretched wetly over Glitter’s shaft as she moved up and down on him, visibly pulsating around him. Apparently she was getting close, because she whimpered happily, leaning forward to brace herself on the ground in front of them and speeding up her motions with a pant. For a moment he let his eyes follow her body moving up and down, her little pony breasts bouncing slightly at the motion.

“So, congrats dude,” panted Glitter when George didn’t say anything else.

“Uh, on what?” George tore his eyes away from the penetration to look at Glitter’s panting face.

“What else? Banging my marefriend,” chuckled Glitter. “Especially since I get the feeling she likes you a lot more than her usual side-mounts.”

“Side-mounts…” blinked George. He supposed they would have such a phrase to use for the others their partner had sex with. “Uh but yeah, thanks. She’s… really incredible.”

“I never get tired of your fun tool Glitter!” Banana almost shrieked, sweat on her body glistening slightly in the sun as she pounded her hips down, accentuating the gooey noises before rolling her eyes back and groaning more, whole body shivering as fluid flooded down onto the base of Glitter’s shaft, drooling down his hefty sack and into the grass.

“This shaft never gets tired of your holes, my pussy Paradise,” Glitter growled in return, grasping her hindquarters with his front hooves as his wings extended more stiffly against the ground beneath him. He grunted to George. “Hold a few while I nut, colt.”

George let them have at it. Banana squealed more as she became more sensitive in her orgasmic bliss, and he yanked her down repeatedly on him to continue the motion until he arched his back and clenched his teeth. As he blasted inside her, her little belly swelled with not just the bulge from his equipment, but a bit of the thick stallion seed now sloshing around her womb. George started to wonder if she was on birth control, not that it was his business.

“That’s it, love,” Glitter groaned, sitting up slightly and turning her head around to give her a quick kiss before commenting to George. “Don’t be shy just cause I’m here, pounce her if you want. Pounce me for that matter if you want, though I’m cool with you just doin’ Banana too.”

Glitter gave Banana’s behind one more smack before she pulled herself off of him. There was a long lewd slurp as their bodies parted, George watching as her labia slid tightly over his length, seeming to slurp every drop of his load up and it clenched tightly and let his cock flop back wetly onto his belly, still throbbing hard. What’s more, that throbbing now seemed to be aimed at George, if the pegasus’ eyes looking him up and down were any indication.

“Gonna shuck those clothes, stud?” Glitter asked again when George was again too shy to reply.

“Probably, yeah,” George chuckled, scratching the back of his head, but still felt awkward enough that he didn’t release the pressure in the front of his pants yet.

Banana hummed to herself in the background, turned away from them, but seemed busy making three sandwiches. At least the picnic wasn’t totally an excuse for them to have public sex, as they’d actually be eating something. George saw a kettle of tea on a warmer as well, and hoped it was the same kind he had before.

“Don’t be reluctant to start again without me, colts!” giggled Banana. “In fact, I’d like to see you two get it on, one-on-one. I’m all about getting cucked… even if Glitter is really bad at cucking me!”

“Hmph,” Glitter chuckled. “You expect me to pretend someone else is a better lay than you, Banana-Fana? That’s asking too much. Still…” He looked at George with slightly lidded eyes. “You up for at least letting another guy suck your cock?”

“Yeah, I’d find it really hard to cuck you too Banana,” George chuckled nervously as Glitter got up and moved towards him. “Uh… and probably?” He was still a little nervous about Glitter’s dick, but a muzzle was a muzzle regardless of what was on the other end.

Glitter flopped down in the grass in front of where George was kneeling, laying on his side with his still-erect shaft landing in the grass. He nuzzled at the bulge in George’s front, then stretched a wing forward to grasp the zipper between two of his primary feathers as if they were fingers. It took George off guard with the wing moved that way; did they actually have bones in their feathers to move them like that?

“Mmm,” said Banana as she glanced back from her sandwich making. “Nothing like seeing two guys that got into me get into each other.”

“Well, only fair I give you a show too,” George panted as the feathers opened his pants and tugged them down.

Glitter gave his underwear a lick before tugging it slowly down with his teeth, his smile widening as he inhaled deeply and breathed out warmly over the shaft. George gave in a bit more, moving his hands to pull his pants down further, working off his shoes behind him as he did so. It wasn’t easy to move as those soft feathers slid around to his shaft, wrapping around it and tickling up and down. He’d never felt something so soft that could still grip so firmly.

As he pulled off his shirt as well, Glitter’s other wing moved around to wrap around George’s behind and groped there. He felt the feather-fingers sliding between his cheeks and then reaching down to grapple with his ballsack, juggling them as he massaged. George was already in Heaven by the time Glitter actually put his lips to the shaft, slurping over the tip and working his lips down the length slowly, twisting his tongue around the head.

“How…” George shuddered as he flung his shirt into the grasp. “How are you better at this than her?”

“Oh, now see he knows how to cuck,” Banana giggled as she trotted over with two plates, which she put next to the two males. “I guess you’ve only seen Glitter with me, but he actually prefers males; I’m an exception.”

“Well,” Glitter pulled his head back just a bit, but mostly spoke with his muzzle full. “Couldn’t turn down an otherwise perfect pony just cause she lacked a natural dick.”

It was hard to get a good look at the sandwiches, but it seemed to be a simple vegetable sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and… was that flowers? He supposed he could try it when he was less distracted.

However, Banana decided that his sandwich needed some special sauce. She pulled the top bread off of it, then squatted over it and relaxed her pussy, letting her coltfriend’s heated sperm slop out of her onto the sandwich. After it was bathed to the point that it was soggy, she put the top bread back on and gave him a wink.

With Glitter’s talented wings, it was more like a fully lower-body massage than just a blowjob. With the pegaslut’s throat now sliding tightly around his tip, he couldn’t have moved for the food if he wanted to. Banana was determined for him to taste it while it was hot though, so she tore off a piece in her own muzzle, propping herself up to give George a deep kiss.

Glitter’s nose finally pressed against his belly as he fully deep-throated, then began to move smoothly up and down as he continued to work him with his lips and tongue. At the same time, George tugged the bit of sandwich from Banana’s muzzle, tasting the sweet candy-cum that drenched the bread and slowly chewing it, tasting the slight banana flavoring from her secretions mixed in as well. He couldn’t have imagined a better taste.

As he went to town on the human schlong, Glitter moved the wing on George’s ass briefly to Banana’s fanny. He slid his primary fingers against her, getting them wet with the mixture of juice still drooling from her, then moved back to George’s behind. George tensed, seeing exactly where this was going as two of the feathers pressed firmly against his anus. He tried to relax, but it wasn’t easy when he’d never had anything go in the exit port.

“Mmm, virgin ass,” Glitter moaned, his voice barely audible with a muzzle full of shaft.

“Loosen him up a bit,” Banana giggled. “I bet anything he’ll want to take some of that candy cane when you’re done.” She took a larger bite of the sandwich, moving it to George’s mouth again as they pushed together in a kiss. He shivered lightly and slurped it from her muzzle this time, the sandwich growing increasingly soggy from the wetness, thick strands of stickiness drooling from their lips as he swallowed the hot mess down.

Though he hadn’t been sure before, at this point George would probably do just about anything they asked of him. He was already getting a blowjob from a horse in a public park while being mouth-fed cum, and trying out some horse dick didn’t seem any worse. Speaking of public, George could hear another group talking in the distance behind him as if someone else was setting up a picnic in the field. Though they didn’t seem to be paying any mind, he turned his body a bit so that they could see more of the action if they wanted, and Glitter seemed to get the idea as he grasped George in his wings and turned him around further. Still, George couldn’t get himself to actually look at the other group to see if they started watching.

“I love you so much, George,” Banana said before feeding him another bite. He tensed up a bit, glancing down at Glitter to see if that upset him, but the stallion only winked up at George as if congratulating him on winning the affections of his marefriend. They really were an interesting culture.

“L-love ya two,” George said after swallowing another load. “B-both of you…”

Glitter said something else that might have been a love you, but he had the shaft so deep in his throat now that it wasn’t audible. He started moving his head faster as he felt George pulsating within, gradually speeding up. His mane started swaying like a head-banger at a rock concert, and George shook violently as his climax welled up inside him.

“Yeah blow your load in my coltfriends throat,” moaned Banana as she stuffed another chunk of the spunk sandwich into George’s mouth. “Cuck me, Anon… tell me how much better he is than me.”

George felt bad doing so, until he looked into her pleading eyes, at which point he’d have felt bad if he didn’t. The hoof that she wasn’t holding the plate with was between her thighs, rubbing herself furiously, eyes moving to watch the action.

“Compared to this,” George moaned. “You may as well have been biting down on me, any time you go down on me now I’ll be wishing it was him.”

“That’s it, fruit yes!” Banana rolled her eyes back, as if she might just have climaxed from that.

Glitter snorted as if her wording had made him giggle, and a bit of white flood drooled from his nose as he continued his ministrations.

It was then that Glitter’s feathers finally popped through George’s tight anal ring. What he expected to hurt a bit instead stabbed him with pleasure. The pegasus knew at just what angle to ram the feathers in, arching them to rub against the lower wall and grind against his prostate. Combined with Glitter’s head slinging saliva around as he violently went up and down, George couldn’t hold it any longer.

He shuddered as he blasted a load into Glitter’s throat. The stallion continued to suckle, swallowing hard against him as he continued thrusting his head and ramming his feathers up his posterior. George could feel the two wing-fingers pull apart inside him as well, seeming to stretch him out in preparation for further amorous activities. George went blind with bliss for a moment, but still suckled in another piece of sandwich when he felt it pushed against his face; he couldn’t get enough of that unnaturally delicious horse sperm.

“Don’t feel bad sweetie,” Glitter winked at Banana as he slowly pulled away and licked his lips. “You can’t expect your muzzle to beat the first place winner of the Blo Bros International tournament.”

“T-the what?”George panted, almost falling over from bliss before Banana propped him up and stuffed the last bit of sandwich into his mouth. He savored it, rolling the cum-drenched goodness around his mouth before swallowing.

“That’s nothing,” Glitter sat up and puffed his chest out proudly, taking a moment to gargle a bit of the seed in his muzzle before continuing. “I’m registered to compete in the next Equestria Games too.”

Their version of the Olympics had a blowjob award? That implied they also had other such things… George wanted to go.

Banana went to pour them all tea at that point, and George nearly fell over without her holding him up. He looked at Glitter again, gulping, then looked down at his shaft.

“Like what you see… and tasted, colt?” Glitter asked. “You wanna try it? Preferably in your other end? I haven’t been able to get with a human yet, and you’re just the kinda guy I’d like to start with.”

“Eh-he, well,” George blushed a bit nervously, sweating from more than just exhaustion now. “I’d like to try but like I mentioned before you’re a bit… large?”

“That’s what this is for,” Banana said as she brought back three cups of tea and put them in the grass next to them.

“Is that the same as before?” George loved that tea, but he didn’t think it could keep him steady with something like that.

“Oh no, this is a bit stronger,” smiled Banana. “Actually, it’s not even legal outside of embassy grounds, which is why I use sort of a dulled-down version at my apartment, but this one is very good for um… first times…” She paused and then added as if concerned he might not connect the dots. “... in the behind slot.”

“Yeah, I got it,” George eyed the tea a bit more suspiciously.

She may as well have told him it was roofies at this point, but at least she did tell him. He was fairly certain that she wouldn’t offer him something that would seriously damage him either but still it was quite an offer. He glanced at Glitter’s throbbing blunt-tipped horse dick, up to Glitter’s grinning face as he picked up his tea and took a sip, then shrugged.

“Sure, I’ll have some,” George decided, then mmphed as Glitter’s wing caressed his head and pulled it down slightly. The stallion pushed their lips together and kissed, and George took a few seconds before he returned it. The pegasus had a kissing game on par with his sucking game, seeming to explore every inch of George’s throat while managing to avoid choking him.

“Tell you what,” winked Banana. “Why don’t I help you too. I bet it’d be way easier to take him if you’re already in me.”

Banana flopped into the grass in front of George, splaying her legs out and waggling her behind. She then looked thoughtful and giggled as she rolled over to face him instead, splaying all four legs out and wiggling her rear again. Her vulva contracted visibly, seeming to wink at him as she offered herself to him again.

“I should face up so I can watch my lovely boys make love,” she giggled, then motioned a hoof for him to come closer, narrowing her eyes. “While the sexiest one plows me.”

George had ceased worrying about Glitter’s feelings when Banana said things like that, since it was clear by now he didn’t care and possibly even enjoyed it. Either way, he wasn’t going to say no to her offered pussy regardless of the circumstances, not anymore at least. At this point, he’d bone her in the middle of a busy highway if she asked him to.

“Fine by me,” purred Glitter, helping tug down George’s pants the rest of the way. “I’d rather have this tight ass than your puss any day.” That seemed certifiably insane to George.

“Oh, you’re finally cucking me,” purred Banana, picking up her tea cup. “George was a good influence on you already!” She downed the tea quickly and then put it aside, taking George’s tea cup in her hoof instead and holding it out to him. Her eyes twitched and she panted, as if the tea was having a effect on her, her slit visibly pulsing and spurting a bit more fluid to drool down her thighs.

Glitter moved up closer to George and mounted up fully, George feeling the warmth of the little pony’s massive schlong snugged between against his rump cheeks, slowly sliding up and down, still moist from Banana’s fluid from earlier, the thick femcum clinging to him as if waiting to be used as lubricant. He scooped up his tea with one wing as he moved, downing it in one swallow and rolling his eyes back. George felt Glitter’s body shiver against him as his shaft throbbed harder.

Though it was an incredible turn-on, George’s human programming was a bit of an issue so he froze up as he stared cross-eyed at the tea. Banana slid her hind legs around his hips and tugged him downward, bringing the tea to his lips. The way their bodies were twitching had him a little nervous about the tea too, he could feel Glitter’s body getting sweatier and sticking against him more.

“Enough stalling, hottie,” Glitter lapped at his back, another shiver running through him as his wings flexed outward excitedly. “Drink your tea and fuck my special somepony.”

George took the plunge, turning back his head when Banana turned up the cup, taking large gulps of the tea. Figuring he may as well get it over with, he downed it quickly as well, hoping that with him being several times their size, the effect wouldn’t be so intense as it seemed to be with the drugged-out ponies.

At first he thought it might not affect him, but a few seconds later he dropped the tea cup, which bounced off of Banana’s belly and landed upside down on the grass next to them. All of the sudden, every sense was intensified. As he looked down at Banana, her colors seemed more vibrant than ever as her coat glistened in the sunlight. He could smell both her and Glitter with every breath, as much as if he had their crotches in his face, and he swore he could hear the wet slap of every sex act for a hundred meters, and there were a lot.

But more than that, his sense of touch shot up. He trembled uncontrollably at the feeling of Glitter’s chest and Banana’s thighs, their fur somehow feeling softer than it ever had before. He felt like he wanted to dive in a pit full of ponies and rub them all over his body. Even the light breeze tickling at his skin was enough to send shivers of pleasure through him, and if touching felt that good…

He wasted no more time, pinning Banana firmly against the grass with one hand. She giggled happily as he loomed over her, hugging around his belly and thighs with all four legs, licking at one of his nipples since that’s the best her little body could reach her head up to.

When he pushed into her hot little pie, the sensations were so powerful that he almost thought he’d have a full seizure. There was no way this tea was safe, but at this point he didn’t care, because her heat slathered over his pulsating length somehow felt better than it ever had before. She must have felt the same, because he felt her body convulsed as she arched her back against him.

Glitter once again showed the surprising strength of their tiny species when he pushed George’s rump down with both front hooves, chuckling as he pinned the two so that they couldn’t buck their hips together. George felt like his dick might explode if he wasn’t allowed to actually thrust into her squirming body beneath him, but Glitter seemed to want him still to get things started from behind.

Even with the new sensations, George tensed when he felt Glitter getting ready to mount up. The pegasus flapped his wings several times to hover, then clung to George’s lower back with his blunt tip press against the pucker. As he held onto George, Glitter dipped a wing between George and Banana’s bodies, getting another glob of her fluid to coat his shaft in it. He then held onto George with his forelegs and soft wings, letting his hindlegs dangle for a moment.

The feathers felt even more absurdly soft against his body, but the tickle of those didn’t distract from the feeling in his behind as his tight anal ring slowly stretched around the tip. He could feel Glitter’s muscles clenched, and it was likely that he was tempted to just ram it inside, but instead he did his best to take the virgin invasion slowly. Even though George knew he should probably let him do that, he found himself pushing his hips back more firmly against the stallion.

“That’s right,” Glitter groaned behind him as he increased the pressure, then winked. “It’s going in your rear, but you won’t be able to get it out of your head either, stud.”

George wanted to respond to how cheesy that flirt was, but didn’t get a chance as Glitter’s shaft finally passed the threshold and popped past the tight virgin anal ring. The tea didn’t eliminate the initial sting of having an object rammed up his rump for the first time, but it definitely made George not care about it. All he could focus on was the amazing stretch of his rectum as it pushed deeper, able to feel every bump, vein, and pulse of the organ wrapped so tightly in his flesh. Unable to hold it in, George squealed like an opera singer getting impaled on an ice dildo.

Banana squealed too, her insides pulsating as well as if the mere sight of her coltfriend mounting another male sent her rocketing towards orgasmic bliss. George had to admit, somehow having a thick rod pushing deeper inside him made her tunnel feel all the better around his own shaft. As Glitter’s belly smacked against George’s behind, he felt the heavy pega-sack swing to smack his own balls.

George tried to move his hips, but couldn’t do a lot more than flail. He’d never thought of himself as bisexual, but honestly couldn’t tell if he loved his ass clenching around Glitter’s shaft or Banana’s clench around his own cock better. They were both more than he could imagine, as if they fed into each other in one lewd loop.

“Oh yes so sexyyy,” Banana moaned, poking her cute little head around George’s side and drooling as she watched her coltfriend bang the ass banging her. “I love to see my beautiful boys like this, so hot…”

“Buck yeah, take my fat cock, faggot.” Glitter was more brash in this state, and a lot more energetic. His wings were flapping to keep him up and also working to slam him harder into George with each in-thrust, his hips jackhammering into George and slamming him down onto Banana, impaling her second-hoof with each strike of his hips.

As for George, he was completely illiterate in this state. He hadn’t even known this state existed until two crazy ponies had him pinned. His own movements were spastic at best, so he eventually just let his hips get smacked back and forth by their own surprisingly powerful thrusts, letting the tiny horses play pelvis ping-pong with him to their heart’s content. His whole body was alight with so much pleasure from the tea, as if somehow every nerve was getting simultaneously fucked.

He lost track of time, but he was sure a lot of it passed due to their uncanny ability to keep their partner from cumming until they wanted them to. It was a good thing they were doing most of the work, because if he had to thrust for that long, he might just die from exhaustion. It was already going to be a challenge to sit down at work on Monday.

Banana let herself cream first, unleashing a high-pitched squeal that rang in George’s ears as her soft pudding convulsed violently around him, twisting and milking him for all he was worth. As her pussy juice bubbled down his sack and onto the grass, he couldn’t help but blast his own load off, painting her insides white with his own spunk and once again wishing he was genetically compatible with this cutie.

What he didn’t expect from his orgasm was how it intensified the thrusting in his behind as his ass clenched, the rod grinding against his prostate and sending him to further heights as he moaned again. It was like having another orgasm beyond his current climax, his ears ringing with the intensity of the moment.

Glitter was quick to expel his own load, which George could feel inside him blasting off like a shower jet inside him, pumping up through his intestinal tract as the mass of pegasperm began their fruitless search for what they wanted in George’s bowels. He’d never felt such inner warmth, and tried desperately to press his rump back against Glitter, wanting nothing more than to take in more of it. Similar to Banana, Glitter expelled far more fluid than seemed possible, but the tight penetration made sure nothing overflowed. George felt his belly actually expand slightly with the load he had been given.

After that, George collapsed into a shivering mess. He worried about putting too much of his weight on Banana, but she seemed to enjoy the closeness as she snuggled her nose against his chest and licked him lovingly. Glitter gave a few more solid thrusts, then clung his sweaty body against George’s to slow down, his wings ceasing to flap and simply staying outstretched with excitement.

Finally Glitter slid down off of him, the shaft separating with the most lewd sound George had ever heard as his rectum was suddenly emptier than he wanted it to be. He clenched, trying to keep as much of the pega-spunk inside him as he could, but it was a lost cause as it began flowing down his thighs. He tumbled off of Banana, his own shaft freeing itself with a wet pop as he tumbled onto his side.

It was at that point he got a better look at the nearest amorous act that wasn’t his own. It was a human female getting bounced back and forth between two stallions on their haunches, entering her vaginally and anally at the same time. Those three were just convulsing in an orgasmic bliss too, but it only took him a moment to realize that the human lady was familiar.

“Ah yeah that was…” George’s angry neighbor panted, moments before her eyes met George’s and her mouth dropped open. She shrieked without even waiting for him to call her on it, pushing away the two stallions and running off naked at breakneck speed with cum drooling from both holes.

“Did we do something wrong?” asked one of her stallion friends as he lost the last few spurts into the air like a fountain.

“Nah,” said the other stallion, sounding much more used to this reaction. “She’ll be fine. Some humans get post-orgasmic guilt and have to go do something called a ‘confession’ to feel better.”

“Ah, well no culture-shaming here,” the first one nodded, then tackled the second and began a heavy makeout session with his buddy, which had escalated to full anal sex in seconds.

Well that was…

“Hey, Banana sweetie,” Glitter was the first of their own group to form coherent words after they began their afterglow, sliding over to George and laying his head on George’s wet thigh like a pillow. “Now might be a good time to pop the question you said you wanted to.”

Pop… question…?

“Yeah, I think it is,” panted Banana. She moved over to George, laying across from him so that her eyes were directly in line with his.

“Uhh,” George’s eyes widened, glancing down at the smirking Glitter and then back to Banana’s passionate gaze into his own nervous one.

“I love you, George,” Banana said. “I’m not kidding, I love you as much as I love Glitter, and I was hoping… that you’d agree to a relationship with us.”

“B-but you’re already in a…” George panted, too stunned to process polyamory at the moment.

“Heh,” Glitter said. “Like we’d limit ourselves to two, silly human.” He added more seriously. “Hey, I don’t know you as well, but I trust her judgment of character completely, so I’d be happy to have you on board and maybe in my ass when you can move again.”

“George, please…” Banana put a hoof gently on his cheek and looked at him with those glistening weaponized eyes. Aw crap.

On the other hand, he had really started to like him. It was pretty sudden, but maybe she really did have some magical judge of character and knew that it would work out.

“S-sure,” George finally smiled. “Count me in…”

“Great!” Banana smiled. “We were about to get married as well, so you can join us for that, too!”

“Wait, what?” George blinked.

5. Breakfast Culture

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George woke earlier than usual without an alarm, which was surprising as late as they’d been keeping him up lately. It was probably because Banana had rolled over and settled with her belly draped over his face. While not unpleasant, it did make it hard to breathe.

He very carefully pried the snoozing pony from his face, lying her next to him and tugging the blanket over her. He was even more careful prying Glitter’s muzzle off his shaft, as the pegasus had a tendency to try and nurse George in their sleep. It’d left George with a throbbing boner, but couldn’t stay to get it handled right now.

He had to make sure he actually got to work on time today. The man hadn’t even intended to stay over at these two’s apartment the night before, it just sort of happened as it always did. If he missed work again without a very good excuse, he feared his job might be toast.

After making sure his cute fluffle-mates were comfortable, George crawled out of the bed. It was more or less a giant dog bed, round and large enough for a few ponies, though George’s arms and legs hung off of it while he slept. He didn’t see his clothes anywhere in the room, and they usually showed up pretty easily against the brightly colored decor.

Luckily he kept a few spare work outfits here, since these two had a way of making him forget his responsibilities and end up spending the night here. He slipped on a work shirt and pants and headed quietly out of the bedroom. He found his last set of clothing on the floor in a trail from the front door to the bedroom, and at that point remembered shedding them on the way there. Seriously, as easy as it was for these two to get him excited, he wondered if he shouldn’t seek addiction counseling at this point.

He didn’t have too much time before work, so he left those clothes where they were, figuring that he’d grab a bite to eat and just leave for work from here. Though he’d never gotten his own food in their kitchen, he did manage to find a bowl and a box of something that looked as if it might be cereal. It was a pink box with giant Equestrian text on the front and a blue-maned pink unicorn on the front with a wide grin and pony-hoof shaped things falling around her. Yeah, probably cereal.

Though after pouring the strangely not-hoof-shaped flakes into a bowl, he opened the refrigerator to find nothing that looked remotely like milk. He sighed, pouring himself a glass of juice instead and getting a spoon with the intention of eating the cereal dry.

As he sat back down, he heard Glitter’s voice from the hallway.

“You eat those?” Glitter asked, quirking an eyebrow, but then chuckled. “I mean it’s fine of course, it’s just we usually only have those for if a few of our unicorn friends come over. So you ready for the big day?”

George froze just as he’d gotten a spoonful of them, but before he could ask what Glitter meant about the cereal, his brain moved on to the next question.

“Big day?” George asked, finally putting a spoonful in his mouth. It had the texture of wood chips that had been baked to make them slightly more edible, but at the same time was so sweet that it made George’s teeth ache. No wonder Glitter was surprised he ate them; they really needed some moisture or something to counter that texture and extreme sweetness.

“You know, our wedding today,” Glitter replied.

“Wait, what?” George choked on the bite but managed to swallow it down before replying. “How is it so soon?” Did they already have it planned before and just counted on him saying yes? “Why wasn’t I told?”

“Huh?” Glitter tilted his head as he hopped up onto the table, making it wobble and barely managing not to spill George’s drink. “We did tell you, like a few days after you said you would… though you were riding me like a roller coaster at the time so you might not have heard… oops?”

“I don’t even know anything about Equestrian weddings!” George sighed, looking at the table with wide eyes, and getting a glance beneath Glitter to see that the stallion’s bits were slipping from his sheath. It figured; that was probably why he hopped onto the table.

“You’ll do fine,” shrugged Glitter. “Winging it should be fine since it’s a pretty small wedding. I mean yeah, Princess Cadance is showing up to preside over it, but that’s just because it’s the first human-pony marriage. Wear what you want, or wear nothing… hey you need some milk for that, right?”

“A Princess… is presiding over it…” George sighed again, as if he wasn’t nervous enough. And he recognized the name Cadance from the news: that was the princess that tried to have sex with several United Nations representatives during first contact, on live television no less. It was quite the fiasco.

George didn’t have the presence of mind to answer Glitter’s question, nor to consider the obvious implications until Glitter put his hooves on George’s shoulders and pulled himself upwards. His now-throbbing stallionhood was hanging over the bowl, tip a mere inch from George’s face.

Even if he’d been with the both of them quite a bit lately, George still blushed at Glitter’s shaft in his face, mainly for inadequacy reasons. It was intimidating to be asked to orally satisfy a guy that gave literally award-winning blowjobs, not to mention had a shaft that George could barely get his lips around. Because of that, George had avoided doing too much in that area with Glitter.

“No need to feel timid,” Glitter said, seemingly perceptive of George’s reasoning. “I’d rather have someone I love around my shaft than a world-champion tongue.” They had a talent for saying lewdly wholesome things, but detracted slightly by swaying his hips to dangle his shaft more. “Come on, I want to see if I can snap the top button on your shirt.”

There was a time when George might have outright fled, but not anymore. George started to reply that this wasn’t the time, but instead opened his mouth by habit and extended his tongue to lap invitingly at the tip. There was already a spot of sweet spunk there, the fluid having a hint of spicy cinnamon that was fitting for someone with the name Glitter. Everypony’s taste was so appropriate that George wondered if they had different names on Equestria and gave themselves Earth-appropriate names based on what their fluids taste like.

Perhaps Glitter was hornier than George anticipated because he shoved himself in a lot more enthusiastically than expected. He did at least pause at the back of George’s throat, holding his head firmly in his front hooves as he shoved gently back against his throat. The blunt tip didn’t seem like it should go in too easily, but also compressed like marshmallow.

George gagged as he’d never actually had something buried in his throat before, but not as much as he expected due to how it seemed to fit his throat. His eyes widened as Glitter didn’t stop pushing slowly but steadily, the median ridge popping in and further all the way until the stallion’s soft belly was against George’s nose and his fuzzy orbs swung to smack George’s neck. George could literally hear Glitter’s eyes roll back just from the sound of his moan as he bottomed out.

It didn’t break his button yet, but George moved a hand to curiously feel his own throat to find a definite bulge down his neck. Despite having a sudden lack of air and a gagging fit, George didn’t pull back from the hooves clinging around his head. Damn ponies were like a drug, once you started with one it was hard to work up the willpower to stop regardless of discomfort.

“Glitter! Anon!” Banana rushed into the room, not even blinking at finding Glitter on the table with his shaft down George’s throat. She was waving a piece of paper in one hoof and somehow still galloping normally on her other three hooves. “They didn’t put Anon’s name on the marriage certificate, they put someone named ‘George’ instead.”

George would normally have responded as usual to correct her, but verbal communication wasn’t a thing he could do at the moment. He waved one hand, and moved the other to try to push Glitter back. Try, because what the hand actually ended up doing was giving the stallion’s swinging sack a squeeze and then grasping his butt to pull him more firmly against his face. The human cursed his dwindling willpower around these two.

“Huh?” Glitter took a moment to grasp that a conversation had begun while now pummeling George’s face, grunting as he strained to respond but didn’t slow down his thrusting. “We’ll just get it corrected, right? Buck Anon your throat is amazing.” George’s throat was indeed a flurry of convulsions at the moment, and somehow he didn’t mind that his face was turning slightly blue.

“You know how long the human legal systems take!” Banana complained. “What if they can’t and we have to marry somehuman we’ve never met!”

Despite her complaint, Banana moved beneath the table and turned so that her precious little bottom faced George. She deftly moved a hind hoof to unsnap his pants and then grasped both hind hooves around his hips to tug the pants down while somehow still staying standing on the one remaining hoof. George didn’t question it, instead raising his hindquarters slightly to let her tug them down before relaxing as he felt the warmth of her behind against them, rubbing her furry cheeks against his already semi-hard shaft.

“Is that a male name?” asked Glitter, his voice squeaking a bit more as his thrusting became more erratic. “Cause I mean, if he’s nice I’m okay with another human cock in the marriage, I sorta developed a fetish for the cute little things. Maybe we can just write in Anon too and marry them both. You don’t have to fuck the other guy if you don’t wanna.”

Glitter’s shaft expanded as he pulsed harder, and eventually the top button of George’s shirt did in fact break off and clatter to the table before rolling across and settling around Glitter’s hind hooves. George went limp, letting his natural throat convulsions work the thick shaft and figuring he’d be involved in the conversation after Glitter was done. He had become able to tell when the stallion was about to blow a load and knew he was seconds from getting a belly full of candy cum.

“Aw, you’re such an adorable little spunk sponge,” Banana giggled good-naturedly at Glitter, but then her voice went back into panic mode. “But we gotta take this seriously! We don’t want to give pony-human marriage a bad-”

“Hold on… gotta cum…” Glitter clenched his teeth and Banana stopped mid-sentence to patiently wait for him, her front freezing with the document in the air.

Her hind section didn’t stop moving however. With a practiced motion, she moved to her hoof tips to roll George inside her banana cream pie, and he felt himself encompassed in the warm wet silk that only pony pussy could provide. He was rock hard within seconds, sliding his hands down to grasp her hindquarters at her cutie marks, digging his fingers into her marshmallowy flesh and pulling her back against him to plow his fiancée’s pussy as his fiancé plowed his throat.

Glitter’s hips moved at such a blur that for a moment George couldn’t tell if it was inside or not. He knew his throat and jaw would ache when it was over, but right now he was so high on hormones that the slight suffocation somehow added to the moment even more. When the surge of tingly pony sperm came shooting through the rod, George could feel it surge as his neck expanded even more and Glitter’s moan rang in his ears.

But of course Glitter had promised to put it elsewhere, so George got it extracted from his throat before he could suck down much of the creamy filling straight from the tap. The pegasus yanked his hips backwards, allowing the bulk of the shot to splatter into George’s cereal, drenching the flakes in the slightly pinkish seed, the wobble of his shaft making sure that the whole bowl was soaked in it.

“That’s it, I always have a load for you,” groaned Glitter. “Eat up my little human… phew.”

George swallowed the remnants from his mouth as he watched his cereal drenched, then let it soak as he tried to come to enough to join their conversation. It took him a while, and it didn’t help that his body wouldn’t stop moving below, but that was hardly his fault.

It would have taken a miraculous feat of willpower to stop moving in the pulsating warmth of his soon-to-be-wife’s pussy. As her soft behind pushed back against him and his chair rocked from the movement of his own hips, he couldn’t help but think that it was somehow better every time he zipped and dipped. Not only that, but he got a surge of positive emotion accompanying anything he did with either of them now, feeding the unlikely love he felt.

“So then, as I was saying-” Banana started, her voice wobbling with the thrusts but her hip movements unbroken, as was the milking and twisting of her hole around his shaft.

“S-sorry…” George finally got to speak, though his words were a bit bubbly. “There’s no reason to worry, because my name is actually George, you just keep calling me Anon… for reasons I can’t possibly guess.”

“Oh?” Banana and Glitter said together.

“You should have said something earlier,” Glitter said, leaning down to casually slurp the last bits of spunk from his own shaft before letting it slowly begin its retreat into his sheath.

“Yeah, we’ve been calling you Anon this whole time, how embarrassing!” Banana’s voice continued to wobble, and George couldn’t help but narrow his eyes, wondering if this really was a mistake they kept making or if they were figuratively fucking with him. But he didn’t care much; he’d only bothered to correct them because Banana seemed scared and Glitter might get dangerously horny at the idea of having two male humans at once.

He cared more about the cream pie he was about to expel in Banana’s clenched fun hole. He let his chair fall over behind him as he kneeled down, taking a lap of the cum covered cereal as he railed her behind as hard as he could, letting his lust surge as he picked up her tiny rump from the floor. She squeaked happily as he felt her juices splatter against his belly and dribble down his swinging sack, and the tightness ensured he was soon after as he coated the equine ovaries in human cum as he had countless times before.

A few moments later, Glitter had climbed off the table and Banana wobbled to her hooves next to it as well, juice rolling down her thighs. Glitter pushed his head under the table to slurp George’s bits clean as the human sat back in his chair, while Banana looked at what his cum-covered food was.

“Ew…” Banana’s response was surprising. “I mean… sorry, whatever you like is fine.”

“I know right?” chuckled Glitter in agreement between soft long laps of George’s softening shaft.

“What do you mean?” George said, taking a large spoonful of the now-soft cereal into his mouth to slide the gooey mess around his mouth. It wasn’t like they hadn’t all had each other’s juices on their food before.

“No, it’s fine, like I said,” Banana chuckled awkwardly. “Just… we really only had the Grinded Pony Hooves for when unicorns came over. I didn’t think humans had any more of a taste for them than non-unicorns did.”

“Though I admit I’m glad they do like them,” said Glitter. “Donating your hoof flakes during hooficures lowers the price a good deal.”

George stopped with his spoon half-way to his mouth after he swallowed down the first bite. “Grinded… what…?” That said, it wasn’t like they tasted bad, especially with the special sauce, so he shrugged and ate the second spoonful as well. Mmm. “So uh, could you guys tell me a little bit of a run-down of the ceremony? I don’t know if I can wing it exactly if I don’t have a summary at least.”

“Oh it’s easy,” Banana smiled, casually lifting one of her hind legs as Glitter stuck his nose beneath her and ran his tongue over one of her breasts on its way to her drooling slit. “We all three walk down the aisle and are given away by a family member. My daddy will give me away, and Glitter’s mommy will give him away, you should meet our families anyway. If you can’t get a family member there on short notice, we’ll find someone to do that for you too, it’s not very strict. We have a friend that just carried a favorite plush with him down the aisle, and I suppose it’s really optional but I wanted to do the full tradition.”

“Sounds alarmingly normal,” George narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he put another still-warm bite into his mouth. Pony spunk seemed to stay warm an impossible amount of time after being expelled. “I’ll call around, but the only family member that’s even in town right now is my sister, so it depends on if she can come on short notice. The others will have to visit us later.”

Glitter couldn’t join the conversation, instead cupping his muzzle against Banana’s well-used opening and slurping as loudly as he could to almost inhale the mix of George’s sperm and her pussy juice. He mmm-ed and pushed his tongue inside to lap deeply, but Banana kept speaking between cute little squeaks.

“Ah, that’s fine,” Banana panted. “Anyway, Princess Cadance will have a few words about it being the first human-pony marriage and some other stuff. I hope it’s not weird for a princess to be doing it instead of one of those priest things, but don’t worry, she’s really hot.”

That was true enough; he’d seen her on TV, but George wasn’t sure what that had to do with it. He supposed ponies just thought in those terms.

“Otherwise it’s a small wedding so we’ll just kiss and be done I guess,” Banana confirmed, then drooled out a low moan, kicking the raised leg a bit excitedly as Glitter really dug into her slit. A few moments later, she was squealing and making some fresh juice for him to slurp out of her.

Maybe the service itself wouldn’t be as weird as George had feared. He let his spouses-to-be have their fun next to the table while he pulled out his cellphone, dialing his sister’s phone number between bites.

“Uh Sally?” George said as the call connected. “It’s George.”

“Oh hey bro,” Sally said casually. “Was thinking about calling you later, I’m actually on a date.”

“Really?” George was surprised given the high standards his sister always had. “Guess it’s a really bad time to ask this then, but it seems my wedding was planned for today. It’s fine though, I can find someone else to…”

“Already?” she was just as surprised it was so soon as he had been, but at least he had let her know, and she also knew what he was getting married to, so at least he didn’t have to explain that on the fly. “But actually, that sounds great, I’ll just bring the new boyfriend alone. Can’t wait for you to meet him!”

“Are you sure?” George asked, but was a great deal relieved that he’d have at least two people he trusted not to molest him there. “It’s uh…” He glanced at Banana who had her eyes rolled all the way back and back arched as Glitter had started swirling his tongue around in her again. “Um, what time guys?”

“In an hour, I think,” squeaked Banana.

“A what,” stared George.

6. Marriage Culture

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The only thing they had time for at that point was getting a quick shower and getting dressed. Of course, George hadn’t gotten anything special to wear, so he just wore the suit he used for job interviews, which was the nicest thing he had.

Banana wore a yellow dress that looked vaguely wedding-ish in that it possessed some frill, though the skirt was quite short. It seemed obvious that for ponies, skirts weren’t meant as a thing to cover one’s behind as much as they were to frame it, since all it really did was draw attention to her plot. Her tail was even pulled up with a bow to make sure her slit and pucker wasn’t hidden at all. She also wore a little matching top hat on her head, so tiny that he wasn’t sure how it stayed on. She also had earrings that were exactly like the blue ones she normally wore but pink instead.

It shouldn’t have surprised George, but Glitter wore an outfit that matched Banana’s perfectly other than being bright pink instead of yellow, his large sack and half-dangling shaft just as apparent. It seemed they’d matched earrings too, because Glitter had yellow ones. George wondered if maybe it had been for the best that they sprung this on him, because had he been given time to prepare, they might have insisted he wore a matching skirt as well, and he wasn’t sure if he could bear that.

It was held at an event room at the Equestrian Embassy, unsurprisingly, set up into a chapel of sorts at the moment, probably in an attempt to make it look more human for the event. There was an altar in front decorated with red hearts and bright colors, and a symbol that looked like an Equestrian flag and his own country’s flag intertwined. Or maybe the Equestrian flag had his pinned down? It was hard to tell.

There were candles on either side, and three paths leading to it from the front and both sides. Between the paths was seating, though it seemed like most of the attendees were ponies or… similar looking creatures. In fact, the only other humans he saw there were a few local media, his sister, and that one older lady he had come to expect to see everywhere. She was there with her two colt friends so was probably there for them, but may have been having second thoughts since she ducked behind one of them when George looked over.

In front of the altar stood Princess Cadance, standing about a head taller than the other ponies in the room, but not seeming particularly imposing with the bright smile on her face. She hadn’t dressed up as the participants had, wearing only a gold jeweled necklace and gold hoof-shoes, as well as a purple-gemmed crown on her head. She was pretty alarmingly pink with purple eyes and purple, pink, and yellow in her mane. Her cutie mark involved a crystal heart, and apparently she was the ‘princess of love’, whatever that entailed.

He’d never really put thought into it when seeing her on TV before, but they were right in that she was unfairly hot, and pretty regal with both wings and horn. It was hard to believe that she was probably also powerful enough to stomp humanity’s best tanks or aircraft in a one-on-one fight.

They arrived just in time, so he didn’t even have time to meet their families before the ceremony began. He was just placed at the start of the middle aisle in his suit and told to start walking towards the altar when the music began. His sister Sally stood beside him a bit awkwardly, wearing a simple white dress that did in fact go down to her ankles, though like his outfit probably not made for a wedding.

“So uh, I thought you were bringing your date?” George asked quietly towards Sally, glancing around the room again. It was only a few minutes until the ceremony started, but he was curious.

“The griffin in the front right row on the left, we’ll pass right by him,” Sally replied, taking a deep breath as if a bit nervous for George’s reply. “His name is Gael.”

George stared at the one she pointed out. The eagle head looked back at them, all the way around despite not moving the rest of his body, then waved a talon. Somehow he grinned with his beak as his lion tail swished behind him. He’d actually been prepared for if his sister was dating a pony, but hadn’t considered that she might be dating one of the other alien species from the Equestrian home world.

“That’s… great…” George said. It wasn’t like he could complain when he was in a bisexual relationship with horses. “Oddly normal name given the ponies I’ve met.”

“Yeah uh,” Sally nodded. ‘All the griffins have G names for some reason; I assume it’s some cultural thing?”

He tried not to think about their relationship, but thanks to the influence of his future spouses, his mind did start asking inappropriate questions. Had they had sex and what did his ‘equipment’ look like? Was it safe for a beaked creature to go down on you? Did having fingers make griffins sought-after by ponies? Did soft muzzles make ponies sought after by griffins?

Before he could think more on it, the music began playing and that was their cue. George blushed slightly when Sally grasped his right hand in hers, though he supposed it was appropriate if she was giving him away, and began to step down the aisle in time with the oddly solemn, if childish, music.

The crowd was quiet and respectful, and George was honestly surprised there weren’t any blatant sex acts going on with this many ponies in a room together. On each side he could see the others, Banana on the left with her father and Glitter on the right with his mother.

Banana’s father, she had told him before, was a stallion named Lucky Star. He had a very similar coloring as her aside from both mane and coat being somewhat darker, and a cutie mark of a large star with a winking face on it.. Unsurprisingly, he had the same job as her, though he worked at a location on their home planet. Apparently getting to come here had been quite the honor for her. He wore a black bow tie and top hat and nothing else.

Glitter’s mother, Breezy Skies, was a pegasus like him, now holding her wing over him as they walked. She was white coated and maned, so his father must have been ridiculously colorful to make up the difference to get to him as a foal. She wore a stylized flight suit over her front, and given her bladed tornado cutie mark, he assumed she was in a flight team like Glitter was. George would like to see more non-suggestive cutie marks like that.

The first sign that things might be going awry was when he looked back forward at Cadance as he neared the altar. The princess sat on her haunches, looking back and forth between them as they approached, and licked her lips hungrily. It was then that George glanced down and realized that she had her thighs spread and was very obviously rubbing at her moist slit with one of her front hooves, the shoe for that hoof having been left on the floor.

As used to things going weird as George was, it was a bit different for him when his sister was here, so he blushed sharply and hoped things didn’t go that way. Cadance was Equestrian, after all, and casually masturbating at a ceremony she was presiding over probably wasn’t even rude to them. Maybe it wouldn’t go further?

“Thank you for coming today, friends,” Cadance said as they all stopped in front of the altar together, her voice magnified even with no microphone and not ceasing her hoofing. “Today is a momentous occasion of unity between our cultures, so I’m going to give a few words while the family is giving away their loved ones into the sacred bond of marriage.”

Cadance certainly kept speaking, but George was more than distracted from this as Banana propped herself up on the altar with her front hooves, smiling at George and Glitter before wagging her behind playfully at her father. As George stared in shock, Faucet pulled himself up onto his daughter, mounting her and poking a throbbing hard shaft at her drooling slit. He casually pushed against her ready lips and popped himself into his own daughter’s pussy right in front of everyone, eyes rolling back as he did so.

That’s what they meant by giving away? What?

George looked to the other side of the altar just in time to see Glitter heft his mother up onto it to lay her there on her back. She giggled excitedly, though he chuckled a little awkwardly. Knowing him, maybe he wished his father had been the one that could show up to do this. He pushed her hind legs apart, and lined himself up carefully with her tailhole, which glistened already as if she had lubricated herself beforehand in anticipation. He groaned as his mother’s tight ring expanded over his throbbing shaft and shivered, leaning forward for a brief but deep kiss with Breezy.

And then there was George, standing there holding his sister’s hand. He looked back at the audience, watching as they casually watched the speech that George was no longer registering, with some of them showing more interest at the incestuous ponies to either side. Then they started looking at him and Sally, and it was pretty clear they expected them to do the same.

Sally, to George’s relief, appeared just as surprised. She covered her mouth with the hand that wasn’t holding George’s, then looked over at Gael in the front row. The griffin nodded with a grin, moving his talons so that one finger pushed through another coiled talon as if to encourage them to start banging. George knew that Banana had a tendency towards occasional incest, but somehow he hadn’t suspected that it was enough of a norm to do it shamelessly in front of others.

The other participants hadn’t noticed the awkwardness, seeming to concentrate on their own tasks initially. Faucet was ramming his daughter hard enough against the altar that it might have scooted across the floor if it wasn’t firmly attached, bodies wetly smacking together as he fully penetrated his moaning daughter. Their hips moved together like perfectly fitted machine parts, if a great deal slimier and louder, completely comfortable with using one another’s bodies for incestuous pleasure in full view of a crowd.

“Mm, love you Daddy,” said Banana as she turned her head to kiss him deeply. “So glad you could make it.”

“I’d never miss the honor of boning my little munchkin in front of the Princess of Love,” chuckled Faucet after the kiss. “But wow… still can’t believe a guy like me managed to help make a hole like yours.”

On the opposite side, the impacts were giving the altar just as much of a beating, Glitter and Breezy having worked into a motion so that they were slamming against the thing alternately to the others, the slap of Glitter’s belly against Breezy’s pussy as he entered her behind taking turns with the slap of Faucet’s sack against Banana’s belly.

“Come on, son, you can do better,” grunted Breezy loudly, playfully nipping at her son’s panting face. “I watch you train all the time, I know my sexy athletic boy can pound me harder.”

“Come on, Mom, not so loud,” Glitter blushed. Apparently while fucking his mom at his marriage was okay, her critiquing his style was a bit embarrassing. “Are you my mother or my coach?”

“If I was your coach,” Breezy smirked, lapping at his face and slurping his tongue in a kiss. “I’d have a giant dick and be on top of your cute ass, like I said I’ve seen you train.”

“Mister George, Miss Sally?” Cadance’s voice stood out more when she said their name, and she whispered to them. “I know you may be a bit confused since it’s not always done, but this is where you make love with one of you on or against the mating altar to give George away. I can cast a birth control spell on Sally if you wish and neglected to, or you can use a different orifice.”

“W-we can’t do that!” George and Sally blurted out together, pulling their hands apart as if they had suddenly started stinging.

George heard several from the crowd gasp behind him, and didn’t exactly want to turn and look now. From what he knew, it’d have probably been okay had he told them beforehand he didn’t want to, but they’d gone into this assuming he was going to bang his sister on the altar. He really needed to stop underestimating the lewdness of pony culture.

“H-have you never… done that?” Cadance whispered, tilting her head, her eyes getting large. “Mister George, respectfully, you were supposed to choose a family member you were close to, or we could have provided you a stand-in.”

“We are close!” insisted Sally, and she wasn’t wrong, they had always been aside from the standard sibling disagreements.

“Humans don’t… get close that way with family,” George explained. Honestly Banana should have known that, but probably just got excited setting things up. No one thought clearly when horny and ponies were no different, which meant many of them rarely thought clearly. “We don’t have… magic to take care of genetic issues from familial relations.”

“Oh dear, well that is awkward um… hm,” to her credit, Cadance didn’t insist they should have sex anyway after finding out it wasn’t acceptable for them. “I wonder if that’s why the human news media seem to be turning off their cameras…“

It was getting more embarrassing all the time. On one hand, George definitely wasn’t going to put any part of his body into his sister, much less in front of a crowd, but on the other hand, he didn’t want to ruin the event despite the confusion. He sighed, and grasped Sally’s hand again.

“This will have to do,” George sighed. “Nothing uh… personal.”

He leaned forward, watching her eyes get rapidly larger as he leaned his face to hers and pushed their lips together. Sally squeaked in a manner he’d normally expect from ponies, but didn’t pull away. Instead they simply both watched each other blush as they kissed.

He turned her about, lifting her to sit her on the altar, and for a moment she held down her dress just in case he had decided to pull it up, but relaxed when he didn’t. Instead they embraced, simply deepening the kiss as their whole bodies burned bright red.

“Ah um, they won’t… all the way… due to cultural differences,” Cadance told the crowd of ponies, and there was a chorus of oooohs as it seemed most of them immediately took that as a valid reason. Some of the ohs were quite disappointed nonetheless, more like awws.

While he still had no intention of banging her, George had to admit that Sally’s crotch was feeling very warm pressed against his, and she probably felt his boner throb against her as well. Not to mention the pressure of her chest against his was quite pleasant. Mares were nice, but their little crotch tits were never going to be adequate replacement for the chest that human women usually had. Before he knew it, one of his hands had wandered up Sally’s chest to give one a squeeze, earning another squeak.

“Here comes Daddy’s cum!” Faucet said to George’s left as his thrusts into Banana became more spastic. “Make sure to wash it down with plenty from your new husbands.”

As Faucet blew his load into his daughter, she writhed against the altar, head laying against it in a puddle of her own drool as her own orgasmic bliss poured down her thighs. She was too busy creaming herself to notice much of George’s awkwardness, but finally started to regain her wits as her father dismounted, pulling from her with the lewdest of slurps and remaining almost rock hard from excitement.

“Celestia’s beard…” Breezy swore quite oddly since George was pretty sure the Celestia one didn’t have one of those. “Oh Sweetheart, you always know how to make… Mommy… oh buck!”

Glitter growled a bit, still plowing his mother’s behind. Breeze was on her back, but he was doubled forward so that he could lap at her slit at the same time, nibbling her clit with his teeth and twisting it ever so slightly, then opening wide to slurp up a wash of fluid as she creamed herself. He tensed his behind, seeming to be saving his next blast for his partners. He instead slowly withdrew, giving his mother one last nuzzle and kiss before helping her off the altar.

George realized now that they’d definitely be consummating their marriage at or on the altar, which was barely embarrassing compared to this. Sally cleared her throat, and though she seemed to have gotten into slapping tongues with George after a bit, politely put a hand on his chest to coax him back as the others finished. They both immediately looked away from one another to hide their blush.

Faucet and Breezy had moved to return to a seat, Breezy in particular on shivering hind legs as if her hole hadn’t stopped twitching in bliss. Sally saw this, gave George’s hand a squeeze in apology, then headed to sit with Gael. She sat next to him, eyes wide with her hands folded in her lap, but didn’t stop the griffin when he sat back in his own seat and tugged her into his lap, gently lapping at her neck from behind to relax her.

Finally, Banana and Glitter wobbled to either of George’s side, and he sighed in relief that things would get more normal now, by pony standards at least. He looked back and forth at them to exchange smiles, then looked forward towards Cadance on the opposite side of the altar.

“Mares, gentlecolts, and… human things,” Cadance smiled, her wings flexing outwards slightly in excitement. “It is finally time to officiate the union of Banana Paradise, Glitter Skies, and George Baylor.”

Banana started to raise her hoof and speak, but George preemptively whispered, “That’s me.” and she put the hoof down.

“The strength of their commitment is clear,” Cadance continued unabated, slightly faster as if she was looking forward to the next part. “The power of their love, undeniable. Please adorn your wedding collars.”

Cadance’s horn glowed an aqua color, and a plush pink pillow floated over the altar and settled in front of the three, glowing the same color as if she were moving it with her creepy pony magic. Atop it had three very pink collars with silver heart-shaped buckles on them. George supposed that made sense, since neither of his mates had fingers for rings, but he also hoped it wasn't tradition to wear them all the time.

He counted his blessings there since it could have been far stranger, smiling as he picked up the collar, wrapping it around his neck and pulling it around to buckle it. He tried to fit it fairly loosely, but just before he buckled it there was a burst of aqua magic that pulled it one snap tighter. He blinked, looking back at Cadance who shifted her eyes away innocently as if it could have been anypony else. He shook his head slightly, but kept it snug.

“I now pronounce you mare and stallion and human-thing,” Cadance said, then whispered. “Sorry I keep forgetting the words humans use.”

George didn’t correct her. It would have been far weirder had she gotten everything right.

“You may now kiss, and other things,” Cadance smiled, then added to them more quietly. “Normally one would do the actual sex at the reception after, like I did at mine, but this is a small affair, so just mating on or about the altar is fine.” She glanced at George nervously. “That’s… okay… right?”

“You bet your candy ass it is,” George grinned as Banana and Glitter propped themselves up on either side and he leaned down to engage in a happy three-way kiss, slurping at one tongue and then the other as the crowd stomped hooves in appreciation behind him. Even Sally stomped her feet instead of clapping.

“Bet my ass?” asked Cadance in another whisper, as if pondering the meaning of that. None of the ponderings were likely what he actually meant, but he left her to wonder. It was nice to confuse a pony for once.

It wasn’t like there was time to explain anyway, since Glitter was already undoing George’s belt buckle with his teeth, and Banana was giggling as she climbed up onto the altar and pushed off what was left of the ornamentation there.

“You wore pants instead of a skirt so I’d have to do this, didn’t you?” Glitter winked up at him as he nuzzled against the bulge and pulled open the front of his pants, then grasped the waistband of his underwear and tugged downward.

“Y-yeah,” George claimed for Glitter’s benefit. He arched his back a bit as his pants came down, and decided not to look back at the crowd, trying to ignore that his sister was about to see him put his dick in a horse.

“So who wants what?” Banana giggled, flopping onto her back and spreading her hind legs. Her skirt easily came up and framed her two holes, her slit drooling cum still onto her tailhole as her tail swished back and forth. “Tight ass, or Daddy’s sloppy seconds.”

“You know, I’d normally go for the ass here,” Glitter chuckled. Of course he would. “But her Dad’s straight so this might be the only way I get to interact with his dick juice.”

“Ah well, sure that’s fine,” George scratches his head, though looked a bit longingly at that drooling puss as he figured that he would have been the one to get in there.

“How about you both ram the foal hole?” Banana purred, seeming to sense that they both wanted it. “We haven’t done that before.” George might normally wonder if that was safe for her, but he’d seen some of the massive toys she played with and knew how ridiculously stretchy ponies were.

Cadance purred from behind the altar at the suggestion, apparently agreeing with it. She had sat up on her haunches again and now had both hooves rubbing between her thighs. Her jaw was clenched as if trying really hard not to disturb them now, so maybe she wasn’t supposed to at this point. Either way she had a literal puddle of princess juice under her moist behind on the floor at this point.

“That’s a great idea!” Glitter hopped excitedly from hoof to hoof, his shaft waggling a bit comically beneath him before he hopped up onto the altar himself. “Let’s face you front so everypony can see that amazing pussy get split!”

“Oh uh, sure,” George slid up on the altar as well, sitting on his knees with his pants down around his ankles since they seemed to be keeping their skirts on. Showing off such a thing was a little nerve wracking though since it would very directly show the comparison between the human and pony equipment, where he obviously didn’t measure up.

“I see some have already started,” Cadance said towards the crowd, trotting around the altar herself so she could see the same view that the crowd got. “But you in the crowd are free to consummate as well, and I encourage you to make some new friends! My unicorn guards will assist with anyone that needs a foal-control spell… or a fertility spell… or an additional partner.”

George tried hard to concentrate on Banana, who was giggling up a storm and being even cuter than usual in her excitement as her new husbands moved to either side of her. She wrapped a front hoof around each of their shoulders tightly, then spread her legs and propped each hind leg up to leave her bottom exposed as she was lifted off the altar.

Glitter moved to his hind legs as George moved to his knees atop the altar, which was much softer than one would expect as if it was made with the expectation of sex occurring atop it. The man blushed again when Glitter pushed Banana over towards him a bit more to make sure his relatively pitiful human shaft would reach adequately. Both tips pressed against Banana’s lips together, her profuse secretions immediately flowing down each length, not to mention a healthy sample of Faucet’s seed from earlier, reheated by her fuck oven.

Fortunately, it was hard to concentrate on his own inadequacies when he felt the warmth of both Banana’s creamy pie and Glitter’s throbbing shaft against him, and George relaxed. He and Glitter pressed upwards together, leaning forward and kissing deeply in front of Banana’s face, the mare soon leaning forward to lick into it as well. Her body tensed against both of them, hind legs kicking slightly as she stretched around them.

George had told himself he wouldn’t look at the crowd, especially with all the very wet noises that were coming from that direction, but he glanced to his sister a bit without thinking. To his surprise, she’d joined in the festivities with Gael. Though she hadn’t removed her dress, her panties were around one ankle as Gael pulled her panting form up and down on his lap, pressing into one hole or the other, and her blushing face kept her eyes clenched as if she couldn’t bear to watch what was happening in front of the chapel.

It was what George expected until Gael, while still rocking Sally in his lap, leaned over and went down on the stallion next to him. His beak wrapped around the shaft with surprising flexibility, so that at least answered George’s question about that possibility. Sally felt him lean and glanced over, blushing harder but not seeming upset that her boyfriend was going down on what was probably a stranger.

He supposed it was good that she was accustomed to it before coming here too, but either way George had his own fun to concentrate on.

As usual, Banana’s pussy was infinitely accommodating yet perfectly tight at the same time. The passage rippled up and down over the shafts as the two males pushed into her simultaneously, her belly stretching out with the girth and her legs twitching violently each time they went deep. Her thick pussy juice and her father’s cum drooled off their swinging sacks and pooled onto the altar beneath them.

“My lovely boys,” panted Banana, eyes rolled back as she licked at either of their mouths, then clenched her teeth and squeaked as her pussy clenched hard around them both. It wasn’t long before her flow increased and her whole body undulated with orgasmic bliss. She added loudly, as if wanting to make sure the audience heard it over their own moans and wet slapping. ”Cum on, add to Daddy’s sperm cocktail inside me…”

If not for the weirdness of the situation and the fact that he’d had a lot of practice holding back, George would have already. It wasn’t hard to release it, especially when he already felt Glitter’s shaft pulsing as jets of stallion spunk burst through it and up into their mutual wife. George was soon after, filling her together and then sloshing out onto the altar

George then jerked at an unexpected sensation added to the mix mid-orgasm as Cadance took it upon herself to lean down and take a long lap at the penetration point between the three, slurping loudly before moving her head back up, a bit of their stringy cum drooling from her muzzle as she rolled a glob of it around her mouth using her tongue.

“Having fun?” Cadance offered with a chuckle.

None of the three were capable of a coherent response at the moment, though she did get a lot of nods between moans.

“Good,” Cadance smirked. “I wanted to ask though, in case George isn’t aware… it is tradition that the presiding official at a wedding have an option to join in a wedding night, sometimes to watch, sometimes to participate. Are you okay with that?”

George was totally going to say no, as he was far too tired already to try and sate an additional giant horse, but unfortunately his head wouldn’t have it and he kept nodding.

“Good again,” Cadance winked. She used her magic to slip a piece of paper into George’s pocket. ‘I’m not supposed to leave the embassy without an escort, but you can show that to my guards later tonight and they’ll escort you to my chambers here.”

Another wink later, the princess stepped back. What had George just agreed too.

“I was hoping for that,” Banana finally got out actual words, though her hips continued to roll against her husbands as they finished expelling their load into her.

“I mean I wish it was Prince Armor instead, but I won’t say no to a royal bang,” Glitter added, his hips slowly coming to a stop.

The trio remained there for a while, not moving much as they leaned in for a group cuddle, and George tried to let the moment be without thinking too much of the potential death-by-snu-snu with the amazonian-like horse later.

“I love you two,” George sighed.

That said, he was ready to leave the service. The smell of various flavors of pony cum in here was getting a bit stronger than he could stand.

Only then did a particular thought hit him like a train into a bus full of orphans.

“I forgot to call into work,” George facepalmed. “I was already on a last warning. Not calling in at all… it’s safe to assume I’ve been terminated.”

“Oh…” Glitters and Banana said together, then Glitter added. “Don’t worry, we both make enough to take care of you.”

“I don’t particularly want to be ‘taken care of’, not in that way at least,” George sighed. He still had his pride.

“No worries!” Banana grinned widely. “I guarantee I can get you a new job you’ll love!”

Oh no.

7. Crystal Culture

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George was thankful that they didn’t rush to Cadance’s room right away given how exhausting this and every experience with his new spouses was. All the same, he found himself looking forward to it as they had more casual interactions with their families, even if George and Sally had a great deal of trouble speaking to one another. Surprisingly, his once-aggitated neighbor even stopped by with her stallion friends and gave them a half-hearted congratulations.

They had a celebratory meal at Banana’s apartment, which mostly consisted of cake, cupcakes, more types of cakes, and a bowl of Ground Pony Hooves for George since they were under the impression that he had a fondness for them. That one was hard to explain to Sally.

Once the family went home, the married trio was left alone at Banana’s apartment, now all of their apartment George supposed. So they headed back to the Equestrian Embassy to say hi and possibly lewder things to the princess in waiting.

They were met by her guards on the way into her suite. George hadn’t gotten a good look at her guards before, but they appeared to be awfully shiny compared to the other ponies. He wasn’t sure if it was an illusion or not, but they appeared to be made of somewhat transparent crystal, right up to their manes and tails. George found himself with the urge to reach out and tap on one, but that would have been confusing if not rude he was sure.

When given the invitation that Cadance had left with George, the guard muttered something that might have been ‘lucky fuckers’ and turned to open the door to her chambers, motioning their hoof to offer them inside. Banana and Glitter went first, almost tripping over themselves in delight.

Where he expected to find an extravagant royal suite, they found more of a cozy hotel room, not a lot different than anyone else staying at the embassy might stay in. It had a single bed, shaped like a giant pink heart, which would easily accommodate all of them atop it, and this is where Cadance now lay, currently out of the royal regalia she had been in at the event.

After George came in as well, the door was shut behind them, and George noticed there was also one guard inside of the room. It was another crystal, this one also a unicorn. He saw she was a mare since she was facing away from them when they entered, and her metal helmet and ceremonial upper body armor didn’t cover her backside. She had a blue body and a blue and white streaked mane and tail, with a cutie mark of a transparent shield over Cadance’s cutie mark. That must have been wild, being born with your life’s purpose already decided to be protecting someone else. He still wasn’t sure how all that worked.

“Hello friends,” Cadance said. “I hope you don’t mind, but my head guard Crystal Shield will be here as well, since I’m required to have at least one with me at all times.” She chuckled and waved a hoof, and George wondered if she actually needed one. It was no problem having a crystal cutie in the room though.

Banana and Glitter bowed at the edge of the bed, and George followed their example lest he be rude, but that only made Cadance snort and start laughing again as if the show of deference in this situation was hilarious. George supposed it was.

“Oh none of that,” Cadance waved her hoof again. “Anyway, we’re going to wait a moment if you don’t mind. I called my husband so he could watch us from afar through the view portal, but he’ll take a moment to be available.”

When she said ‘view portal’, she motioned at the room’s television. Though it looked like an Earth television, George assumed it was just decoration for one of their magics.

“He likes to watch when I’m playing around,” Cadance winked at her guests. “Maybe we’ll get to watch him play around too if we’re lucky. He went to make a few calls.”

“Oh are you gonna cuck?” Banana gasped excitedly. “Because that’d be kinda hot. Glitter is REALLY bad at it so he might learn something.”

“I’m not that bad at it,” Glitter defended. “Anon taught me some things.”

“Not really on purpose though,” George pointed out. “So um… we’re waiting?” He had to admit, he was a bit keen on getting some royal interaction. Not many could say they’d done that on any planet, or at least he assumed.

“Oh I do apologize,” Cadance nodded. “But me and my husband have an agreement to only do anything serious when the other is watching. Good thing for portals or our business trips would get pretty boring, right?” She paused and tapped her chin. “Well that’s the agreement save for a few exceptions like the ‘Bang a Royal for Charity’ raffle if for some reason the winner wants it private.”

Glitter sighed. “I bought like 100 tickets to the last raffle for Shining Armor and still didn’t get it.”

“That was like a month’s worth of your salary too,” chuckled Banana uneasily. “I mean you already got to blow him when he judged the Blow Bros competition.”

“Yeah but I wanted more than that,” Glitter scratched his mane awkwardly.

“So uh,” George changed the subject before his two spouses got into an argument over how much money to spend for the potential of sex. He turned to the crystal guard. “You’re a different type of pony from what I’ve seen on Earth before.”

“Oh!” Banana was duly distracted. “You’ve never seen crystal ponies before today!”

“Yeah they’re great,” Glitter added. “They’re all transparent and magical, you can see your cock inside them!... but not their organs or skeleton. I’m not sure what’s up with that, but it’s hot enough that I won’t complain.”

“Ah…” Crystal chuckled awkwardly, but remained at attention next to the door. “Yes um… that is the way it works.”

“Have you had any humans yet, Crystal?” Cadance smiled at her guard. “You can keep them company if you want. I could even use some magic on Banana so they could all three see themselves in you.”

“Ah, your Majesty,” Crystal nodded slightly. “I would love to, but I am on duty as your guard and…”

“Oh please,” Cadance rolled her eyes. “Anything that can hurt me isn’t going to be stopped by my guards. I guess you’re a bit new, but you guys are more of a glorified harem than actual guards.”

That came as no surprise at this point.

“Well I was sorta aware but uh,” Crystal relaxed her stance for a moment and looked over at the three guests. “Um… sure.”

George felt a sudden tug at his pants, and looked down to see Cadance’s cyan magic tugging down on his pants zipper. Apparently she was giving him a polite suggestion since he was the only person in the room with a covered bottom. Though he’d become a lot more used to nudity in front of others, this was the first time he felt outright embarrassed for having clothes on. He sheepishly began to undress.

“Silly humans,” Cadance chuckled quietly, then added more loudly. “So did Banana want me to um… give her the necessary addition?”

“Sure thing, your Majestyness!” Banana waved a hoof.

“Uh, it won’t hurt will it?” George asked with a bit of concern. He couldn’t imagine a scenario where having your bits turned inside out instantly would feel okay.

“Nah I’ll be fin-” Banana started before being encompassed in Cadance’s magical aura and tumbling to the floor into a writhing mess. At first George was worried that it actually did hurt, at least until he realized her squeals were more giggles than screams. Leave it to ponies to make even that fun.

“Ahem,” Crystal had relaxed a bit more, but not undressed her upper armor. “I’m going to keep the armor on if that’s okay? I… really like the armor.”

“Sure I love a mare in uniform!” said Banana, dragging herself off the floor, a rather prominent piece of equipment hanging beneath her that wasn’t there previously. Along with Glitter’s it was already getting a bit solid, and George couldn’t help but follow the example of the equine dicks.

“I call butt!” Glitter predictably announced, raising a hoof as he did as if that was necessary.

“Let’s let Anon have the squishy hole then!” Banana said. “I actually already had a crystal that way last time I was home. I have a unicorn cousin that is always willing to pass out the fun-parts spells, and we went on vacation in the Crystal Empire!”

“Crystal… Empire…” George squinted his eyes a bit.

“My Empire,” Cadance chuckled, licking her lips and moving over to the edge of the bed, leaving a bit of a wet trail behind her from her own excitement. She seemed far more interested in the going ons than her Empire at the moment. “Your cousin is very talented then. Hm... you know I love watching ponies decide who gets which hole though, just something charming about it!”

“Charming, sure,” George agreed, but somehow felt too awkward to start something at the moment. With Banana and Glitter was one thing, but Crystal was even more of a stranger to him than Caramel had been when she jumped him. Also Crystal was still almost standing at attention, and he sorta worried that this was more part of her official duty than something she liked. Or maybe that was part of her being into uniforms like she said?

“Down the hatch!” Banana screamed, though she definitely didn’t know what that idiom meant, because she tackled George onto his back as she did it. “He’s shy around strangers Crystal, but he’ll get into it once you sit on his smol guy.”

“Did you have to put it like that?” George mmphed, but let her push him over. “Also ‘down the hatch’ is more something you say when someone is eating something.”

Crystal acted a bit more aggressively than George anticipated, moving over to him and climbing atop his torso, still almost at attention but peering down at him while salivating slightly. Not just from the front end either, as her slit was drooling visibly down her thighs and warmly onto his throbbing shaft, shimmering brightly as if even her fluids were liquid crystals. Was that even possible? Probably with magic, he supposed.

But there wasn’t much time to think about it when she sat on his shaft, rolling her hips to take him inside her in one movement and panting as her moist insides clenched around him. Her flesh was a bit firmer than flesh probably should be, but not unpleasant and completely smooth, almost like she was a silicon toy inside with added living warmth to melt him into the pleasure of the moment better.

Crystal leaned forward, keeping her front hooves pinning his chest while she kissed him, working her smooth flexible tongue into his mouth and almost choking him with the kiss. He returned it, moving his hands up to slide over her sleek body. It was even weirder than a normal pony, just as flexible and pliable, but somehow more firm. It was completely hairless, but so smooth that it still felt like silk to the touch. He started to wonder if this type of pony didn’t have artificially constructed ancestors, but couldn’t form sentences well enough to ask about it for the moment.

He’d forgotten what their initial goal was, so Crystal gently reminded him, pulling back from the kiss and then lifting his head roughly with one hoof to face him towards her belly. Sure enough, he could see his shaft pushing up through her with each flexing of her hips, the surface of her body undulating slightly with the moment as he watched his shaft intermittently squished with the tensing of her fun hole.

“Down the hatch!” Banana yelled again, and this time in the correct manner as instructed. As soon as Crystal pulled back from the kiss, Banana grabbed her head, prying her muzzle open eagerly and pushing her shaft inside. George looked back up to watch as the yellow cock slide between her hips, through her gums, and into her throat, fully visible from the outside. Banana moaned as George watched the pressure of Crystal’s swallowing motions ripple down the shaft inside her throat. Crystal turned her head somewhat to the side, allowing Banana to shove full force without worrying about getting her tummy impaled by the crystal horn.

The more George saw, the more he was convinced that this was something intentionally engineered into this species, like they originated as some perverted mage’s living sex toys in the distant past. When the shafts slipped inside her, George didn’t only see the shaft, but her vaginal cavity and throat were both visible as well now, their muscle contractions fully on display.

“Cool, right?” Glitter chimed in, having let them go first before climbing up onto Crystal’s back.

Crystal’s hips shifted a bit differently, still shoving down onto George with equal force, but rolling back against Glitter too as he penetrated her taut little behind. She attempted to maintain her pose, but the crystal pony began to shiver more and more.

George marveled as he watched Glitter’s larger shaft push up through her behind, all the way through her rectum with the tip bending slightly at the first curve. Glitter and George’s shafts were a tiny distance apart, and he could feel every movement that Glitter made, right up to his shaft ridge passing over where George’s shaft was penetrating.

Cadance giggled slightly as she slid off the bed and made her way over. George felt her soft marshmallowy hooves brush over him as she felt all the undulating bodies on display for her. She was also on display for George, as she squatted next to them and he got a nice view of the royal fluffhole drooling down her thighs and splattering onto the floor.

“That’s it,” Cadance purred, her eyes glimmering. “This is the purest kind of bonding any creature can share with another. Hm… you know I suppose a little interaction for me isn’t forbidden… especially with you being such a loyal toy... guard.”

At first George didn’t realize why Crystal’s body suddenly spasmed, then he looked up to realize that Cadance had leaned down to run her tongue over her horn. She slid her hips down over it, pushing it into her muzzle and beginning to thrust her head over it. She had her long tongue wrapped in coils around it as she slathered it in her saliva.

George couldn’t decide what amazing thing to look at. He had not only all three penetrations but the princess masturbating with a hoof a few inches from his face on top of that. On top of that, he was going cross eyed from pleasure as he put more force into ramming the crystal pussy clamping down on him like a silicon vice grip.

The whole pile of flesh convulsed and undulated against each other until they were all covered with fluids and the whole room filled with the sound of their wet slapping flesh, not to mention the thick smell of pony sex. He recognized the hint of banana and spicy cinnamon that he’d become used to from his partners, as well as… he couldn’t quite place it.

Pushing through the pleasure for a moment, George leaned up to lick at Crystal’s chest, finding that her flesh tasted like an odd mix of latex and blueberry, which probably meant her pussy juice was just a more intense version. He pulled back as a mix of saliva and Banana’s precum drooled onto his face, opening his mouth instead to get the banana-blueberry mix into a more productive location.

Then, without really thinking about it, George leaned over to close the distance between his face and Cadance’s pussy. He traced his tongue along one of her labia and slurped in the juice finding… bubblegum? No, sweeter, more like a melty bubblegum popsicle? It was good enough that he pushed his whole face in, and only then remembered what she said about her not getting too involved until her husband was watching.

Cadance didn’t seem too upset, instead reaching a hoof under to discreetly pull his head closer and grind her pussy against his face, allowing him to run his tongue deep into her sweet passage, feeling her inner muscles convulsed against him. It was the first time he did something with a pony that he knew their partner didn’t approve of, unless of course that was just an elaborate ruse to let her engage in another fetish, which seemed equally probable.

Either way, it surprised him how quickly it charged things ahead. He’d been very barely holding on, but very quickly went over the edge when that happened. Though he was the first to get off, it wasn’t that way for long, as Cadance’s magic encompassed the whole group to send a charge of power through them, and soon they were all expelling their loads with equal vigor.

He could actually see his and Glitter’s cum jetting out and splashing over Crystal’s insides, slathering her insides with their juices as her own body tensed and released a torrent of blueberry juice down over George’s thighs. He looked up to see Crystal scarfing down Banana’s cum as well, though she was gulping so hard that it disappeared into her belly rather quickly as it splattered out.

Getting a splash from Cadance as well, George dug his tongue as deeply as he could and swirled it, suckling in the odd cool flavor. He thought better of staying there though, pulling back before the pile of bodies started to unfold. He’d for sure let his spouses know, but maybe not in front of Cadance in case it embarrassed her.

The last one to go off was Crystal’s horn, which George probably should have expected. She squealed above the grunts of the others as her horn fired off a shower of magical sparkles, which made Cadance roll back her eyes as well as she pulled the energy through her. She finally took a deep breath and pulled her head back, giving George another teasing prod with her hoof before leaning away from the pile.

Their sticky bodies started to come apart, the chorus of moans coming to a stop, and Crystal finally fully lost her composure and fell out onto her side on the floor, looking like a sticky popsicle in the process.

“I was told I’d love this job and they weren’t wrong,” sighed Crystal contentedly.

“That was… quite the experiment… experience… whatever,” George sighed and took a deep breath, only now realizing that he’d been suffocating just a bit under the weight of all those squirming ponies.

“Well um, I better get back to what I’m paid for though,” Crystal chuckled as she crackled back to the door and plopped down in a puddle next to it. “Don’t want to take up any more of your princess time.”

“It’s up to you,” said Cadance. “Mm, Shining is taking a long time to ring in though. Let’s go ahead and start the bed fun.”

“I thought you weren’t supposed to…” George started, then trailed off since he probably wasn’t the one that should be saying that.

“I’m not,” Cadance narrowed her eyes at them. “Your point?”

8. Royal Culture

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“But he’s going to pop onto that screen, right?” George pointed at the TV-like screen in front of the bed. “You said at any time, or something.”

“I have a sneaking suspicion she doesn’t care,” Glitter chuckled, nuzzling George’s behind.

“I have a sneaking suspicion he might not care,” Banana whispered and tilted her head a bit.

“Quit conspiring over there,” Cadance smirked at their whispers, folding her legs beneath her and laying on the bed with her bottom facing her guests. “My husband should know better than to take this long, and I want to try a human dick now.”

“That seems reasonable,” nodded Banana. “We probably shouldn’t question a royal anyway.”

“Isn’t her husband also a royal?” George asked, but couldn’t really complain since he wasn’t saying no either. He had been looking forward to this more than he cared to admit.

Still, he hesitated enough that he felt Cadance’s magic grab him by the bum and pull him towards the bed, where Cadance turned her bottom directly towards him and shook it back and forth. He could see the slit he got a taste of before drooling even more profusely down her fuzzy thighs before she deposited him on her back.

The first thing he noticed was how incredibly tingly the princess was. It seemed the got more so the more excited she became. He felt his whole body vibrating as if a current of energy were seeping into him everywhere he touched her incredibly soft fur. Just touching her filled him with more stamina, shaft pulsing back to full hardness in an instant.

It felt a little bit weird at first, since Cadance was significantly larger than any pony he’d seen, making it feel more like he was mounting an actual horse. The weirdness ceased to matter once he felt her body beneath him like a warm plush blanket, the strange bubblegum scent stronger the more excited she became. He felt her magic literally grasp at his shaft, pulling him towards her entrance.

Her damp warmth slid around him, and he wasn’t surprised that a princess of love was more intense than anyone he’d been with, as if he was plugging into an energy source at the same time the pleasure bubbled up through him. She rolled her hips back against him with a soft moan, arching her back and working into a smooth motion as their bodies slapped wetly together.

Banana and Glitter followed onto the bed shortly after, large grins on their face and not about to be left out. Cadance grabbed Glitter by the shaft much as she had George, but was a bit less gentle as her excitement grew, getting a squeak out of him as he was tugged to her other end and had her muzzle slurp over his tip. George watched her lips slide all the way down, the shape of Glitter’s shaft showing in her neck as she swallowed it down further, not stopping until she was nose-to-belly and showing no hint of a gag reflex.

Banana wasn’t left out, tugged over to Cadance’s side. Cadance apparently wanted to play with her in her natural form though, because the princess’s hoof glowed as it pushed at the tip of Banana’s shaft, pushing and reversing the magic in a flick of her hoof. Banana squeaked cutely at the doubtlessly odd stimulation as her anatomy reverted itself and Cadance rubbed her hoof firmly against the mare’s slit, tilting her hoof to put pressure against her clit.

George still felt slightly awkward that they were doing this behind a prince’s back and that he was potentially the one that initiated the act, but couldn’t stop himself from continuing into the motions once his body was slamming into Cadance’s behind. As she arched her back a bit more and her horn tilted back, he leaned forward and licked at it, curious since Crystal seemed to enjoy having her horn slobbered on before.

Cadance responded more than he expected groaning above the relaxed moaning she’d been squeaking out before. Glitter liked the idea, because he leaned forward and lapped at the other side, then Banana joined in by propping herself up against the princess’s head, still getting rubbed off as she did so. Cadance rolled her eyes back at the three tongues against her horn, and the energy shivering through them all intensified. Soon they were all shaking as if ice cold, despite how very warm they were.

Cadance got excited enough that she upped the ante with Banana, grasping her hindquarters in her magic and pushing her hoof until it stretched out her labia and popped inside, eliciting a delighted squeak from the mare in the process. The four bodies continued to undulate together in lewd play until the room was filled with nothing but wet slaps and groans.

George pounced his hips as hard as he could, taking turns with his two mates slurping on the tip of Cadance’s sparking horn before going back to slobbering around the base. As much as he tried, George was certain he couldn’t last long inside the royal pleasure furnace, but something happened that starved his orgasm off.

The television that Cadance had pointed to before, and the face of a white unicorn stallion with blue streaked hair appeared there. George had thought the screen had to be answered when he called in, but apparently it just turned on out of nowhere. The stallion opened his muzzle as if to speak, then paused, frozen in place for a second before closing his mouth and adopting a most unamused expression. Not really angry, just unamused, as if this was an antic he was well used to.

After giving a token effort to stop his hips and failing, George decided that he may as well keep going, and pretended not to see the screen come on, instead just watching out of the corner of one eye. No one else noticed either, or at least pretended not to. After a moment, George found the feeling intensifying, as if becoming potentially more wrong had made the act more arousing.

“Mmm, who needs that cuck when I have friends and subjects like these?” Cadance said, pulling back from the blowjob but still slightly garbled from the fluid gathering in her muzzle. Initially, George worried that that would cause issue, until he saw her husband smirk in the corner of his eye.

“Fuck I’m gonna horngasm so hard…” Cadance warned, and Banana and Glitter both moved their heads down to the base. George assumed this was to let him take the blast, so he slurped his mouth around the tip again while still pouncing the pink princess pussy from behind.

“You’re gonna take an alicorn’s horngasm to the face?” Glitter asked, still panting from the muzzle around his shaft. “Are you sure you wanna…”

Well it was too late, because suddenly George’s vision was filled with bright colors and impossible shapes as he energy jetted into his cranium like a fire hose into a flaming orphan. His whole body shook as his head flew back off of it, making way for a firework display of rainbow magic sparking in every direction. His body felt like a weird mix of numbness and intense pleasure, convulsing as his top half flew upward, and is bottom expelled the most intense orgasm of his life, pumping Cadance’s ovaries so full that it almost hurt.

“Hardcore…” commented Glitter before moaning himself and expelling a load of horse spunk into the royal muzzle, which she guzzled down effortlessly even as Banana’s tunnel spasmed around her hoof and splattered banana-flavoring all over the other three.

But Cadance wasn’t done with them yet. Suddenly her horn glowed and she rewarded them with a pulse of renewed energy. Even as Cadance’s vaginal cavity was rippling over his shaft, it felt like his balls were filled up again and he blasted another huge load inside of her. He wasn’t sure which magical burst was most to blame, but at that point he just couldn’t stop, blasting load after load of thick sperm into the royal cooch until her belly swelled visibly with the impossible load.

The spell affected the other two as well, and soon Cadance couldn’t swallow Glitter’s cum fast enough before it backed up and sprayed out her nostrils to relieve the pressure. At the same time, Banana went off so hard that she was pushed off of Cadance’s hoof and landed on the opposite side of bed, more femjuice spraying out like a water fountain for several long seconds before starting to calm.

Though he tried to cling to the moist princess, George was thrown back as well, landing on the floor with a thud as his cock jetted one last shot of cum into the air and he was washed over with a flood of Cadance’s pussy juice that drenched his whole body.

“Yes, Shining will never make me cum like that!” Cadance said loudly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Shining finally spoke from the screen. “Stop pretending you don't notice I’m here, honey.”

Cadance smirked so hard it was a wonder her face didn’t break in half, then immediately went back to an innocent expression. “Oh, Shining Armor, my love! I… didn’t see you there!”

“Yeah well, do you see this?” Shining reached out a hoof, looking as if he was adjusting the camera downward.

When it moved downward to the floor, it showed that Shining was sitting back on his haunches with his throbbing shaft out. A pony with a light pink coat with a purple and blue streaked mane currently had his shaft in her muzzle, barely able to fit it half way in but repeatedly swallowing it down with determination.

So the cheating was mutual, which was probably the way they wanted it. However, the immediate conversation caught George off guard a bit.

“Flurry Heart sweetie, have you done your magic homework?” Cadance asked, her tone suddenly switching from sexy to motherly. “You know you’re supposed to finish that before any fun times.”

“Yes, mom,” Flurry pulled her head back enough to answer, spunk already drooling from it as if she was actually cleaning him off after a previous blowjob. She rolled her eyes a bit as a human teenager might when asked about their homework.

Shining chuckled, his face still off-screen. “I’m pretty sure Sunburst has spent more time doodling her than teaching her lately, but yeah I made sure she’d finished.”

“Uh, she’s… old enough for that, right?” George asked with some concern.

“Of course,” Cadance nodded, licking a bit more of Glitter’s cum from her lips and swallowing it down. “She’s had her cutie mark for a while now.”

“Ah,” George supposed that meant she was legal? She still looked a bit small, but he couldn’t really speak on how quickly ponies matured, so he let it be at that.

After that, Cadance took a moment to grasp George by the head to examine him, possibly concerned since he did just take an alicorn’s horngasm down the throat which was, he now realized, somewhat ill advised. They really should have told him that before it happened. Her horn glowed again, and he felt a bit of weird tingling energy wash over his head as if she was healing him.

“There, you shouldn’t have any permanent brain damage,” advised Cadance. “Probably. No more than humans normally have at least.”

He’d probably have been more worried about that wording if he wasn’t focused on the communications screen still. Flurry was going down on her father like a hot dog addict in a wiener factory, and showed no signs of slowing down as she coated the shaft that made her in her saliva.

“He’s way smarter than most humans!” Banana was telling Cadance, as she and Glitter came over to cuddle against him and watch the screen too.

As they watched, Shining panned the camera up again and it zoomed out, seeming to react to his magic now. He pulled Flurry’s head away from his shaft, resulting in a slight whine from the eager teen and instead picked her whole body up in his forelegs, laying onto his back as he did so, and arranging himself to the side a bit so he could still see the view screen on his end.

Flurry got the idea and straddled her father, reverse cowgirl style, the view centered on her soft fuzzy slit as it parted around her father’s tip and slowly slid downward. She drooled her juice ahead of her pussy lips, dripping down his shaft and flowing down his sack before the moaning filly finally pushed herself fully down, her belly pressed firmly against his furry sack. It was clear that she was quite accustomed to this sort of activity.

While he was distracted by the screen, George felt a warm breath on his own shaft and looked down just in time to see Cadance moving in for a taste of human cock. She opened her maw and slipped him inside with almost embarrassing ease, then wrapped her tongue further around him as she tugged him towards the back of her throat. He placed his hands on her head, avoiding her horn a bit as he was still a bit timid of the thing.

“So um… is family fun like that pretty common on your world?” asked George. It was hard not to notice the number of times he’d seen it just today, though it had been a pretty unique day after all.

“Yeah it’s pretty expected,” Banana nodded as she licked the side of George’s face, then flopped back down onto the bed next to Cadance, nuzzling beneath the princess until she raised her body up off the surface for Banana to wriggle her way beneath. She piped up happily. “You mind giving me the d again, Princess? I’ve never actually felt a mare’s fun hole from a male perspective.”

“Of course dear,” Cadance replied in a strangely caring tone of voice, backing away from George’s shaft for just a moment as her horn glowed. Banana kicked her legs frantically on either side of Cadance from beneath her, and George assumed that meant she had the bits again.

It looked like they were going three-in-one in Cadance now, because Glitter happily mounted up behind her at the same time, adjusting himself as he lined up before pushing his still-slickened shaft against her behind. Cadance moaned around George’s shaft as she took it back in and pushed her rump back into the others as well. She might have read George’s mind a bit or at least his face, because Cadance then used her magic to move one of the mirrors in the room so that George could see the shafts of both his partner’s sliding into Cadance’s rear entries.

A high-pitched squeal drew George’s attention back to the view screen, and he looked to see Flurry’s sloppy pussy drooling down her father’s sack as she creamed herself over him. Her lips pulsated visibly in orgasmic bliss and George felt his own shaft throb in response to seeing such a naughty thing. He saw Cadance looking that way too, and she also moaned at the sight of her daughter creaming all over her husband’s shaft.

Shining’s balls seemed to tense and his moan rang out as well as he filled his daughter full of a sizable load of spunk as well, drooling down from the penetration point after it overflowed. Surprisingly, they didn’t spend a lot of time in afterglow as he lifted her off his shaft pretty quickly, placing his squeaking daughter aside before another mare sat down on his shaft, this one with a purple coat and a star cutie mark, though George couldn’t see much more at that angle.

“Oh is your sister Twilight visiting too?” Cadance said with George’s shaft still halfway in her muzzle.

“And Mom as well,” Shining grunted as Twilight slid herself down on his shaft, this time facing him, though her tail was hiked up for them to still see her pussy lips sliding down his length and hugging every ridge and curve.

Another mare climbed onto Shining, which George assumed was the mother, a gray mare with a white and purple striped tail, who promptly sat her behind down on his face while facing her own daughter. The two mares seemed to kiss deeply as they embraced one another atop him. Well they certainly had a large loving family it seemed. George had to admit that it made him question his own future with his new spouses, though mostly in a good way.

Cadance began ramping up in excitement again and George could feel the tingle of her energy rippling through him again. What’s more, her muzzle felt so tight around his shaft that it was almost like she’d reshaped it with magic. She squished her face against his belly with each of his thrusts, pulling his tip back into her throat and swallowing firmly around it to leave him in a cloudy haze of bliss.

He looked over at the conveniently placed mirror again and saw Banana and Glitter were having a blast as well. Cadance had loosened her thighs so that Banana’s thrusting send her rump up in the air, then getting drilled downward by Glitter ramming her up the ass as well. The princess was so comfortable taking dick from all sides that George started to envy her.

“You know, Princess,” Banana panted even as she bounced Cadance up for Glitter to smack down again. “Anon is going to be getting a job at The Fuzzy Hole soon because he was unfairly let go from his own job by probably-racist-against-ponies humans.”

“How wonderful,” Cadance somehow spoke clearly even though her head was full and she didn’t even slow down the cock gobbling, probably more magic. “I mean the first part, not the second.”

“That’s not exactly what happened,” George panted as his wife re-wrote the story to make it not his fault when it totally was. “But oh yeah… I mean I thought you were just going to put in a good word for me.” He was both dreading and looking forward to that.

“Oh they’ll definitely take you!” Banana assured. “Especially since Caramel will put in a good word as well, and I can let them know you were the first human to bang Equestrian royalty!”

That just made him a bit more nervous since she basically confirmed that it wouldn’t just be a normal job supporting the performers, but actually doing things himself. Given how awkwardly his family reacted to the news that he’d marry a pony, he couldn’t imagine how they’d react to him working here.

“Honestly it’s taken forever to get at a human,” Cadance complained. “Most humans are alarmingly pent up. You can imagine my shock when the first ambassadors I met treated me asking them to bed like it was a war crime.”

George decided not to respond again since he didn’t particularly want that conversation continuing. Instead he glanced back at the viewscreen to find Shining mobbed by all three of his family mares, the position so convoluted that George couldn’t even tell which sticky mare had his dick in them at the moment. Still Shining managed to peek out from between the moist bodies of his daughter and mother to keep an eye on what his lewd wife was doing, and likewise Cadance was keeping an appreciative eye on the screen. What a relationship.

Just as George was a bit distracted, Cadance moaned out around his shaft, her body breaking into a fit of convulsions again as she went off. Her throat clamped down on his shaft like a fleshy vice and he could see her pussy exploding in juice all over Banana and Glitter’s ballsacks.

Of course it wasn’t enough for the princess to get off on her own, and George felt a jolt of magic surge up through him. Actually it felt more like one spell released and another rammed through his body, like she’d been keeping them from getting off before but now blasted them with that weird orgasm spell again.

George couldn’t complain. Expelling so much into her guzzling through probably should have hurt, but the more he unloaded into her, the better each burst of seed into her belly felt, and he could only squeak with the intensity of the moment. Banana and Glitter were making similar noises as they tensed and released heavy loads into the royal twin entries, and after a few long minutes all three of them collapsed atop the alicorn once again. George’s body gave out so abruptly that Cadance had to swiftly turn her head to keep from poking him with her horn.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Cadance purred as she slurped the last spurt of seed from George’s shaft and rolled the glob of sperm around her muzzle while she continued to speak. “It’s nice to know some humans are catching on to a better way of doing things. Maybe if enough of them do that, Congress will cancel that bill barring me from any more diplomatic meetings here. I’m soo glad I had another reason to stop by.”

“That’s… great…” George grunted before falling back onto the bed and sprawling out, dizzy with bliss until he felt his consciousness growing dim.

“Oh, did I overdo it? Is he passing out?” he heard Cadance say. “... hm, let’s see if I can prevent that.”

“You know…” George groaned as a jolt of energy coursed through him and he returned to full awareness. “This probably isn’t exactly healthy… for a human at least.”

“Oh?” Cadance tapped her chin as if it hadn’t occurred to her. “Well if you pass out again, I’ll let you, but no promises that I’ll stop fucking you. Anyway… I just brought you back up because I thought that maybe you’d like to try a gender switch as well? I mean you seem so fascinated when your wife got it.”

“A… shift?” George blinked. He looked over at his spouses to find both of them nodding enthusiastically, hard enough that sweat and various other fluids were spraying off them in a mist. “Yeah why not? Probably won’t have an opportunity to do that often.”

“Oh you definitely won’t,” smirked Cadance. “It’s actually a difficult spell! It’s even more difficult to do painlessly. Nothing puts you out of the mood faster than an excruciating body shift, but mine is almost always painless, so don’t worry.”

“I imagine…” George blinked slowly and felt slightly more nervous.

He didn’t have time to fret for too long though, because Cadance wasn’t waiting on additional confirmation. He felt his body suddenly go completely numb, making any movement feel like he was in a tub of molasses. Suddenly he felt his shaft go completely soft and then begin to invert, and it had to be the strangest thing he’d ever felt. His testicles were pulled into his body, disappearing before his penis seemed to completely invert into a now moist slit. What’s more, his chest started to feel a bit heavier, and he looked down to see it ballooning out until he had a pair of breasts as well.

“Oh your chest swelled up too much I think,” Glitter input. “It’s a little gross, no offense.”

“No, I think… these are about right,” George couldn’t help but smirk a bit as he smacked them back and forth a few times.

“I think humans like the weird swollen ones,” Banana advised Glitter.

“Oh well… that’s fine,” Glitter nodded. “Just don’t expect me to touch them.”

“Cut the chatter,” Cadance’s smirk far out shined George’s. “I’d say it’s time for another three-in-one.”

At this point, George realized that Cadance had cast a spell on herself as well, and was now packing an impressive meat flopped onto the bed where she lay. More impressive than Glitter’s, which started to make George nervous again.

“Oh,” Glitter was far more interested in that than George’s new parts. “Better go for the bum with that, it’s used to taking dick and you don’t want to choke him to death. I’ll choke him instead! Not to death though obviously.”

“So if he’s never had a pusspuss before, does that mean it’s virgin?” Banana asked with interest.

“Oh yes, I made sure to do it like that,” Cadance nodded with a wide grin. “It sounds like we all have our spots now too!”

George had gotten busy squeezing his own breasts, feeling how the pliable flesh gave a bit too much at his fingers like they had a bit of pony pliability to them, but he couldn’t complain. He paused though and looked to see the others staring at him with various predatory expressions and he paused.

“Oh, I’m about to get pounced aren’t I…” George keenly observed.

They answered with confirmation by doing just that. Banana was somehow first, her soft but drenched body colliding with him and pushing him back onto the bed, her shaft pulsing against his belly as she rolled to the side with him. The much larger Cadance edged up behind him more casually, sliding a hoof down his side and then experimentally prodding at the breasts as her own massive shaft flopped out against his thigh. Glitter in turn turned to face opposite the two mares, and before George could say else, the more familiar shaft was flopped out wetly against George’s face, still smelling like bubblegum from having been recently inside Cadance.

Even before anything penetrated, George was overcome with the intensity of being surrounded by soft pliable pony flesh. As Banana and Cadance moved to either side and Glitter covered him from above, it felt like he was inside a soft, warm tummy getting digested into bliss.

Though the pulsation of the three shafts against him quickly reminded him of what was cumming. Cadance’s magic held his rump still, tugging him closer to her in her front hooves and then wrapping her wings around the entire mess of ponies. She prodded her tip against his entrance, making him tense up in anticipation.

It might have been more difficult had it not been for Banana introducing him to his newer hole, rubbing her tip between his folds and rubbing against his clit with one hoof before pressing inward. Pulling herself closer as well, he felt his drooling slit stretch over her, the briefest of pains immediately fading into the pleasure as he felt himself stretched over the magical shaft. Cadance seemed to wait until he was reacting to that to give a firm shove from behind, her seemingly pre-lubricated shaft pushing his rear open as well and grinding against his prostrate as it drove deep. Taking both at once was definitely an experience to remember.

But it wasn’t all there was. As soon as George opened his mouth to moan, he found it stuffed full of Glitter’s familiar taste, swallowing against the tip as soon as it touched the back of his throat. George very much still had his gag reflex, but he had learned to not even bother resisting it, but rather just let it convulse as it would to massage his partner’s shaft pushing down his esophagus.

George heard Shining’s grunt of malcontent from the direction of the view portal as Cadance’s spread wings covering them was blocking most of the view. Cadance only responded to him by sticking her tongue out in that general direction.

“If you want to experience human sex that bad, you should be visiting Earth yourself,” taunted Cadance to her husband.

“Daaaddy…” Flurry’s voice came from the view screen again, followed by more wet noises so George assumed it had become her turn again.

But he could hardly watch the view screen or much of anything else in his current position. He could barely even move, squished between squishy softness as he was. The three worked into a rhythm, pushing into him together rather than alternating, and he felt like he might explode from internal pressure. He managed to get a hand down to his belly to feel and widened his eyes slightly at how much his stomach was bulging with each thrust, to the point that he was certain more of Cadance’s magic was involved.

His rear was stretched more by Cadance than it ever had been, and the sensation of Banana pushing up inside him was incredible. He was certainly her heavy knocks had managed to break open his cervix and push all the way to the back of his womb at this point. Yet rather than feel pain as he probably should at that point, his body was awash in the strangest of pleasures yet.

Glitter had quite a task to outdo the others since George was rather used to taking his dick down the throat at this point. He was up to the challenge though, and even with the magic involved George wasn’t sure how he got the energy to slam his hips as hard as he did, large wet sack smacking George’s face repeatedly in the process.

It felt like this went on for almost an hour at least, and it might well have with Cadance able to hold back their orgasms for as long as she pleased. That whole time he felt pressure building within him, like a dam ready to burst as all his holes seemed to clench up and he started having increasing difficulty breathing.

Cadance released them from the magical hold at once, so a wrecking ball of an orgasm hit all of them at once. George’s thoughts were drowned out by the moans from around him, not to mention all three holes drowned in seed. Cadance packed his behind with more seed than it had ever felt, compounded by his ass being clenched too tightly around her for any to escape. Likewise Banana pumped his other hole full, her hips working into a buzz before finally expelling a womb-filling and overflowing onto them both.

Glitter held George around the neck with his front hooves as he packed the load into his neck, giving him a belly full as well. Far more profuse than usual, George felt like it amounted to a whole meal worth of protein just with the first blast, and his belly continued to swell with more.

The whole thing was too much for him, and by the end George felt his consciousness fading again. His body shivered as he was vaguely aware of them pulling their gooey shafts free, thick spunk pouring out of him from all ends and leaving him in a deep puddle oozing over the bed.

“Mmm, he’s passing out again,” Cadance chuckled. “Well I promised I’d let him sleep, but I also said I wouldn’t stop. And I won’t.”

9. Culinary Culture

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George woke from his previous pervious encounter somehow feeling more relaxed than ever, curled up on their now-mutual bed at Banana’s apartment. From the looks of things, they had already moved things from his apartment as well, even if they’d need a bigger apartment before it could all be taken out of boxes.

Thankfully, they’d also abided by his instructions not to paint any of his stuff bright colors. Given Banana’s disappointed reaction when he’d given her that request, she’d definitely been going to.

“Hey Anon!” When he awoke, Banana was in the room so quickly that she may as well have teleported, but he no longer questioned such physics-defying feats. “You feeling okay? The Princess put a long sleep spell on you so you’ve been out for almost a whole day!”

Oh so that’s why he was surprisingly relaxed. He sighed, “I can’t even imagine what that crazy mare did while I was out.”

“No…” Banana deadpanned as she stared past him for a moment. “You can’t.”

“Uh…” George wasn’t sure if he should ask for details. “Well, I guess I don’t have to get up for work anymore at least.”

“That’s where you’re wrong!” Banana said with a huge grin. “I’ve been told to bring you over to The Fuzzy Holes to get you acquainted with everyone asap!”

“What?” George was the one dead-panning now. “No interview or anything?”

“Oh not at all,” Banana shook her head. “Princess Cadance put in a good word for you, which is to say she basically ordered them to hire you. You really impressed her ya know!”

“I… well. Okay,” George took a deep breath. “Well… no reason I shouldn’t go get this over with immediately I suppose.

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George had no idea what to expect. Well okay, he had a bit of an idea, but still wasn’t sure how those ponies interacted during the moments when they weren’t having sex, nor how brief or long those moments were.

He expected Banana to stick with him, but as soon as they entered the back area of The Fuzzy Holes, Caramel ran up to them out of nowhere and grabbed Banana so violently that George thought she was going for a mount at first. Instead she pulled her aside.

“Didn’t you remember?” Caramel squeaked. “We go on early today for that old woman’s birthday party she paid to have here!”

“Oh I forgot!” Banana said, pointing down the hall. “George! Uh… just go down this hall to the last door on the left. That’s where the breakroom is. You’ll meet some of the others there for sure and I’ll send someone to get you as soon as I can and remember!”

“W-what?” George asked. “I thought you were going to…”

“No time!” Caramel repeated as she dragged Banana away.

Damn it! This was going to be awkward enough with Banana there to explain things for him, but it couldn’t be helped. He took a deep breath, turning down the hallway and walking towards the door she had motioned him to. At the very least, it was early on a Monday, so there weren’t a lot of people here and probably not as many shows despite them having one early.

Before he even opened the breakroom door, he heard a squeal from inside the door across the hall from it, as well as a bit of a crackling and sizzling underneath it. He was so curious that he thought he’d get a look inside the other room. He worked here now, so it shouldn’t be too much of an issue, right?

What he saw shocked him, a feat that he wasn’t sure was possible anymore. There was a large reptilian beast that he could only assume was a dragon, light blue scales and glowing red eyes, standing even larger than Cadance. It was a wonder it had fit in the door to get in here. They had what appeared to be a flaming pony half way down their throat bottom-first. The pony was arching her back and squealing in what George could only assume was agony.

George leaped into action without really thinking through how he was going to fight a literal dragon, using his whole body to ram the dragon in the gut, at which point he found out she was probably female by the splurt of juice that he got upon slamming into her. She grunted, clearly caught off guard, losing her balance and falling backwards.

Acting quickly, George tore a curtain from the nearby window, wrapping the flaming pony in it and yanking her from the dragon’s throat. The dragon had her tongue wrapped around the mare, so he had to yank her a bit harder, then rolled her onto the floor until the flames died down to a smolder.

“What are you doing?” demanded the flaming pony as the dragon choked a bit behind them.

“What do you mean?” George asked. “She set you on fire and was literally eating you whole!”

“Yeah, as part of the show!” the… pony… asked? Actually come to think of it, they looked somewhat different than a pony.

First of all, she didn’t appear to have been singed even a little by having been on fire. Second, she had dark red scales running down the top of her head and back, as well as a lighter red mane that was more akin to a lion’s mane than an equine’s, circling behind her ears and covering her chest. Her tail was mostly bare with a poof at the end which ran along the underside of the tail. She had a horn, but it wasn’t like a unicorn’s horn, curved backwards instead of straight.

“Wait… what?” George froze, so confused he forgot there was a potentially angry dragon behind him.

“This is the new guy, I’m betting, Banana’s husband,” the dragon behind him chuckled in a barely-feminine voice before light-heartedly poking him in the ribs from behind with her tail.

“This… a show,” sighed George. “Uh… apologies then, but I still don’t understand why that was a show… setting a pony on fire and swallowing them seems uh… dangerous.”

“I had my tongue around her to pull her back up,” said the dragon. “And if I failed, we have someone around here that can teleport creatures, probably.”

“I set myself on fire,” the pony-thing explained. “I’m a kirin, we can magically catch aflame when we experience intense emotions, and I’ve learned to let myself go during um… climactic situations. My name is Amber Aria by the way!”

“And I would be Kayda,” the dragon said and George looked back just in time to see her roll her eyes as her tail swished behind her. “Though for this particular act my stage name is Omegamistress Devourer of Souls. You can call me Kayda here, but don’t drop the act if we’re on stage.”

“Oh!” Amber suddenly started jumping up and down in excitement. “Did YOU wanna do me while I catch on fire? It’d be a great way to bond with kirin culture!”

“I would burn to death…” George took a step back and scratched the back of his head nervously. “Otherwise I’d probably be all over it.” She was rather exotic looking.

“Oh, we just need a fire-proofing potion for you,” assured Amber. “Now where were they… I forget, and our alchemist isn’t in today, but I should be able to find one!”

With that, Amber turned and excitedly bounced to the door, tail flagged upwards and juice from her previous excitement leaving a trail on the floor, some of which seemed to vaporize into steam as she got into the mood again. George was left alone, momentarily at least, with the dragon several times his size.

“So,” Kayda prodded him in the ribs with a single claw, a bit harder this time. “You’re the human that impressed Princess Snack enough that she gave a literal royal order to hire you. That’s quite the feat.”

“You call her Snack?” George chuckled awkwardly. “But yeah, don’t ask me how because I don’t even understand it myself. I wasn’t even conscious for the whole thing.”

“Princess of the Snacks,” smirked Kayda. “They’re all snacks to a dragon, after all. But don’t worry, I only eat them temporarily for fun, not for nutrition. So uh, I do wonder though…”

Kayda leaned forward, her face almost touching his as he stood frozen there. He watched her maw open slightly and saliva drip from her teeth as her tongue traced along the interior of her maw. He knew exactly where this conversation was going and he didn’t quite like it.

“I don’t taste good,” George volunteered.

“Oh I’m sure you taste fine,” Kayda said, backing off just a bit and licking her lips. “You’re made of raw meat like anything else after all, but like I said, I don’t keep friends down long enough to suffer for it. Dragons have a lot of internal control so it’d barely even sting in there.” She tapped her chin with one claw. “And you sorta owe me for singeing those curtains, not to mention accusing me of being a pony-eater in the bad way.” She didn’t seem very angry about it, but had a point at least.

“So, you do that on stage a lot then?” George had to admit, he was getting increasingly curious, and she didn’t seem like a bad girl. That and his pants were getting a bit tight as he continually glanced down to eye her drooling draconic slit.

“I can tell you wanna fuck me,” Kayda said as if it were difficult to realize. “I tell you what… let me get a good taste and wriggle around in my tummy for a bit, and I’ll let you inside my dragon puss later. If you want, I mean some have claimed my belly is better.”

“Inside as in normal sex?” George was starting to pick up on what this girl was about.

“I make no promises,” the dragoness narrowed her eyes as she grinned toothily. “Other than that you will survive unharmed. Hm… maybe we could even make a show where you start out dressed as a knight and I peel your armor off after ‘defeating’ you.”

Kayda put a claw on his shirt, clenching slightly but not tugging it off yet. Her other claw slipped a single finger into the front of his pants and wriggled it around.

“You know what?... fine.” said George. “As long as it’s… safe.” If they really did it for a show and she’d been actively practicing it, it should be fine, right? Besides… her idea for a show with him as a knight sounded like just the sort of hilarious thing he might be more okay with doing on stage.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Kayda smirked a bit pridefully. “Not gonna turn down dragon fun, are you…”

Kayda went about undressing him, though was more careful than he expected. She pulled his shirt over his head and tugged his pants open, pulling his underwear down at the same time. He helped by shucking off his shoes, but at that point the large woman grasped him by the legs and turned him upside down, holding one of his bare legs in one claw as she tugged the rest of his lower clothes off with the other.

George cried out in surprise, but at least she was careful not to slam his head on the floor, so he took off his shirt as well to leave his body totally bare. It was weird how his boner flopping out in front of a relative stranger wasn’t completely embarrassing for him now; Banana and friends had definitely been a good corrupting influence.

As suddenly as she picked him up, Kayda dropped him back to land on his hands and then tumble down to lay face down on the floor.

“Run,” she narrowed her eyes down at him. “It’s hot when prey struggles.”

That wasn’t a difficult request. Even though he consciously knew she wasn’t going to harm him, his instincts at being striped bare and towered over by a large reptile were charged to full blast. He scampered to rush forward, but didn’t get a single step before her slimy tongue whipped out, grasping around one ankle and tugging him back to the floor.

As he fell flat on his face again, he looked back to see Kayda having lowered he head to floor level, her maw opening wide as her teeth glistened. She brandished her fangs and tugged on his ankle with her tongue, and he found himself sliding back across the wet floor towards her.

“Uh, you won’t scratch me up with those teeth right?” George started having a second thought about his agreement, though mostly him kicking at her tongue with his free foot was just playing into the act she desired. Honestly this was getting pretty hot for him, it was hitting the same ‘large woman’ fetish he’d discovered while with Cadance.

“I’m still considering it, you kicky little thing,” Kayda claimed as her free claw grabbed at his leg, claws glancing him but not enough to break skin. Though her claws looked sharp from a distance, it seemed she’d manicured them to have blunt ends so they barely even prickled.

She wrapped her tongue around both ankles, tugging them effortlessly together as her tongue somehow had more strength to it than his legs had to pull apart. He found himself rapidly tugged across the floor as he feet entered her waiting maw.

Fortunately, she retracted her front teeth slightly, and seemed to have even her teeth blunted slightly to avoid injuring her play-prey. It appeared she could retract the teeth independently so from the side it would still look like they were fully extended, no doubt useful for stage performances.

Though that made him feel safer on a conscious level, his instincts were on high alert to escape, unable to keep from clawing at the floor as his legs began to disappear between her lips, which closed and started slurping him in like a giant wet noodle, a huge grin spreading over her face.

With his legs locked inside her maw, her tongue whipped up forward and encircled his shaft, the tip wrapping around him three times as the rest rippled against his sack, giving him a warm hole to thrust again, actually a warmer hole then he tended to get from pony mates. He couldn’t help but buck his hips as he writhed in her grasp.

She kept massage his shaft as he felt his feet reach the back of her throat, muscles swallowing around him to tug him into the tight, wet expanse beneath. Her maw came up until her lips were at his behind, working them over his hips as she lifted him slightly off the floor. Her hot breath flowing over his body was incredible, and he was now having to consciously make himself struggle for her to keep from going limp in a surprising fit of bliss.

He definitely knew why Amber was squealing now getting tongue work like that on the way down. George had long tongues on him before, but it seemed dragons had more exact muscle control over every individual inch of the tongue, sending ripples and spasms through it as he repeatedly thrust his hips.

Finally she stood, his hands clawing at the floor now having nothing to grip other than her. She moved her claws upward, placing one on each of his shoulders with her blunted claws digging against his flesh, so he grasped hold of her arms, digging his own fingernails against her hard scales.

Kayda playfully growled when he grasped on her as if to stay outside, but didn’t seem like she was trying to pull him much further yet anyway until she was done with his shaft. Her throat muscles were more massaging his behind than pulling him downward, even as her tail provided him a hot fleshlight to thrust into. It wasn’t long before she got a taste of human seed, growling again more appreciatively as a load of seed coated the bottom of her maw.

Her tongue pulled back from his shaft momentarily, lapping up the cum and spreading it over her gums as if to maximize the taste. It then wrapped snugly around his waist, the tip curling around the middle to make a loop to hold him tightly. At that point, her head tilted upwards, and he felt her throat swallow more firmly with the intent of letting gravity pull him fully into her belly.

Though he still trusted her since not killing her partner was her job, it still wasn’t easy to let himself go down. He wriggle spastically, which mostly just pulled him down faster. When she pulled her claws back that he was holding onto, he tried to grasp at her blunted teeth, but it was impossible for his tiny hands to get much of a grip on saliva-coated dragon bone.

“It won’t hurt you, hottie,” Kayda managed to whisper, just in case his panic was more genuine than it had to be, but that didn’t help his instincts.

He glanced downward, only his head protruding from her lips as his torso began to get sucked into her throat. He watched as both her claws were going to town on her slit, masturbating furiously as her bloated neck took in her squirming prey. It was then that something occurred to him.

“Wait, how will I breathe in there?” George said shortly before her soft lips slid over his head.

The dragon chuckled, but decided to leave him in anticipation for the moment. He flailed his arms about as he grabbed at the base of her tongue, the tip still wrapped around his waist as she swallowed it with him. She clenched her throat firmly with only his shoulders and head in her mouth, swallowing around him to pull in some air into her stomach, apparently so he wouldn’t suffocate.

He already felt his legs having slid out into a more open expanse, and a moment later his head disappeared into her throat, his arms flailing out for a moment longer before getting sucked in as well. He imagined the bulge in her next must have been pretty spectacular as he slid down into her belly, sliding rapidly downward until he was deposited in a pocket of darkness and sticky moisture. It smelled a bit musty, not nearly as good as pony smells, but not terribly rancid either.

George gasped for air, finding that he could in fact breathe in here, so that was a relief. And to be honest, the warmth of her belly squeezing in on him and the layer of hot slime tingly at his skin actually felt rather relaxing. Still, she likely didn’t want him to relax, so instead he tried to kick his legs, sliding harmlessly off the walls of her belly but probably visible from the outside as tightly packed as he was in here.

Kayda groaned as she lay on her back with a thump, and he could hear the wetness of her claws still going at her draconic slit. Soon her whole body arched and shivered in orgasmic bliss, his purposeful struggles from inside sending her over the edge. And it was definitely worming its way into George’s fetish list as well as he began to slowly stroke off.

It was then that he noticed that perhaps not all was as well as it could be. When his hand slid down his body, he suddenly noticed that her tongue was no longer there holding him. Crap!

“Kayda, your tongue!” George shouted.

The dragon took a moment to moan from the shivers his shouting pushed through her, but didn’t sound too worried when she spoke. “Oops? Don’t worry, I hear Amber coming down the hall, I can always recognize that spastic girl’s steps.”

“What the hell can she do about it?” George was sincerely panicking now.

“Hey guys, I finally found it!” Amber called out, though her voice was muffled to George. “Hey where is that gu– oooooh. Hey you started having fun without me!”

“And he was delicious,” Kayda answered.

“Your tongue!” George screamed out.

“Yeah, I’m getting there, calm down,” Kayda answered, grunting again at the scream. “Look I totally accidentally let go with my tongue and I don’t think we have any powerful unicorns here today, so I guess I might have to take the vomit potion, kinda not looking forward to that.”

“We won’t have to do that!” squealed Amber, suddenly sounding very happy. “Open wide!”

George started to ask what was going on, but then realized it was pretty obvious what an excitable kirin with a vore fetish would do in this situation. Though Kayda seemed somewhat surprised too, a surprised ‘mmph!’ heard from outside, and George imagined that the kirin might have just dove right in.

There was a series of gagging noises from the direction of Kayda’s head, and George actually started to worry a little bit until he saw a light coming from the hole where he had been deposited from. He kinda wished the light wasn’t there, because this place looked as gross as he expected, blue-ish inner flesh covered in goop, but that didn’t change that it still felt rather heavenly.

“Can you fit two in here safely?” George cried out.

“She’s fine!” Amber’s voice came from the lit hole. “Dragons are tough, We could have a whole slumber party in here if we wanted.”

A second later, the light intensified and Amber’s head popped out of the esophagus, covered in saliva with a large grin on her face. Her horn was lighting up with magic as she carefully angled it on entry not to scrape against Kayda’s inner flesh too much. What’s more, in Amber’s muzzle was held a potion-like bottle full of a red and orange swirling liquid.

“Hi!” Amber grinned as she spat the potion bottle in George’s direction. “Don’t worry, I tied her tongue around me good!”

She did indeed. As Amber slid forward and freed her front hooves into the expanse, George saw Kayda’s tongue wrapped around her waist as well. In this case it wasn’t just looped around itself though, the kirin had actually tied a knot into it to make sure it stayed put. George hoped that wasn’t especially unpleasant for the dragon, but it was still probably more pleasant than a vomiting potion. A moan from the outside confirmed that Kayda wasn’t having too much grief.

Amber splooshed out stickily into the stomach, ending up with her body pressed against his and the potion snuggled in between them. She kept her horn lit, and waggled her eyebrows at him before motioning to the potion with her nose.

“Drink up,” Amber purred as she started to grind her hips against his, his shaft starting to firm up again between them.

“In here?” George asked. “And to think I had thought you creatures had ran out of ways to surprise me.”

“You mean ‘impress’ you, right?” Amber winked at him, then reached her head down to nap the potion and put it to his lips. “Come on. Kayda’s already fireproof, but you need to drink this.”

George saw no reason to deny her the extra fun, ‘practice’ was what he was here for after all. Add a magical x-ray to this and it might make another good show for the crowds in fact. He tugged the cork out with his teeth, then put the bottle to his lips, gulping down the spicy potion and feeling his whole body warm just a bit more.

“That’s right, horny hooman,” Amber purred. “Banana’s been telling us all about you, you’re going to love this.”

“I love you so much Amber!” called Kayda from outside. “I’m starting to think we were made for each other!”

“Our species certainly were!” called back Amber, then grinned back at George. “You’ll be fireproof, but you still got to set me off. Think you got it in you to be the spark? Or in me, whatever.”

“I only promise to try,” grunted George, not certain he could compete with Kayda’s tongue despite everyone seeming to think against all logic that he was a good lay.

“Okay, well remember you’re relying on me to pull you out of here at the end, so better do good,” Amber winked at him again and licked his nose slowly.

He worked the lick into deep kiss, faced with another long-tongued equine creature, grinding himself more firmly against her. Even in the hot, wet expanse they were squeezed into, he could feel the goo drooling from her excited little hole, and quickly tried to target himself to push inside. At first she giggled and made it difficult by moving her rump back and forth, but finally let him hit his target.

She was already warmer than usual inside, though maybe that was because they were both overheating in a dragon’s belly. He shivered as he relaxed, losing track of which was was up as their loving container rolled around to get into a better position. It didn’t really matter since they were perfectly packed into her stomach with soft tingling flesh pushing at them from all directions. Every now and then Kayda would belch loud enough for them to hear inside, then quickly swallow more air to keep them a fairly fresh supply.

As the dragon began to shift more, George was too busy pounding Amber to think about what she might be doing out there. Their bodies slammed together, pulling apart together and then just releasing to let the tight expanse they were in snap their hips back together, slime-covered bellies smacking with each collision as he baked his shaft in her pleasure furnace.

“Ah there we go,” Kayda called into them after a moment. “I turned on the magic x-ray thing we use on stage, you two look adorable pounding in there!”

Amber chuckled, but it turned quickly into a moan as she pulled him more firmly with all four legs, her hip movements speeding with each thrust and George starting to struggle to keep up with her spastic movements. George wormed a hand in between them, digging his thumb against her clit as he rammed her, now doing most of the movement himself as he pushed her against the flesh wall, their bodies slowly turning about the tummy from their movements.

“That’s it… gonna… gonna… “ Amber’s eyes started to glow slightly, and suddenly the light of her horn was drowned out by a flash of hot energy that washed over him.

George spasmed instinctively as his lover burst into flames, but quickly found that despite being able to perceive just how hot she was, there was nothing uncomfortable about being against her, nor did he seem to be catching on fire himself. Kayda seemed to appreciate it even more, because she roared out a moan in appreciating, violently vibrating the chamber they were trapped inside.

“Yeah I’m the hottest slut you ever banged, right? Right?” Amber just had to make the pun.

It was forgivable as being fireproof allowed him to feel heat around his shaft like never before, not to mention her pussy convulsing over him as if it were trying to suck him deeper, seeming to milk his shaft for his own load.

He blew it hard, though from the smell that filled the stomach he suspected most of it had vaporized. Still he filled her with what he could, and perhaps Cadance’s spell had some lingering effects because that was quite a lot. The two’s cries were almost lost beneath the roar of the flames in his ears, a funnel of steam belching up from the stomach and up out of the dragon’s muzzle.

Though he was fireproof, there did reach a point where breathing was difficult, and he was thankful when the tongue around Amber began to tug them out. Amber clung to him harder in return, still bucking their hips. Following the tongue to find the hole they should exit through, They pushed their heads into it first, allowing it to slurp around them as they started to be pulled from the heated expanse.

“Hey have you seen George?” Banana’s voice was one of the first things he heard as he was being regurgitated. “He wasn’t in the breakroom.”

“Yeah,” Kayda answered and patted the bulge in her throat. “Practicing a… show we… came up with.”

The pressure from the super-heated insides pushed them out faster than they went in, and even the dragon found herself gagging from having to push through two bodies at a time. They were deposited on the floor like a sack of wet potatoes, grunting but still attached and thrusting together.

Though he knew it was okay, this was still the first time he’d had Banana walk in on him when he was fucking someone else without her, so George did feel a twinge of worry until he heard her laughing at what she saw.

“Wow already hard at work!” Banana cheered for him, hopping over, nuzzling Amber as she was starting to go out, then stopping to give George a much deeper kiss. “And already making friends! I knew you’d do great at this place!”

“We’ll see how long I survive,” George half-agreed as he dizzily looked around the room again, various fluids steaming off his body as the kirin finally went out next to him.

Cultural Differences

by Crimson Prose

1. Alien Culture

2. Tea Party Culture

3. Club Culture

4. Relationship Culture

5. Breakfast Culture

6. Marriage Culture

7. Crystal Culture

8. Royal Culture

9. Culinary Culture