Advanced Diplomatic Methods
When the group of five fateful friends set out across the Equestrian wilderness looking for adventure, this certainly wasn't what they had in mind.
Every bit of exposed fur felt like it was cooking in the unrelenting, cloudless sky. Every so often a stiff breeze would blow through, yet rather than cool them, its sheer heat only made them feel worse.
The group was certainly glad to have packed face coverings and lighter clothes, wrapping their faces in light, airy cotton that reflected light while still allowing them to breathe. Pipp, ever the forward thinker, had opted to bring pairs of sunglasses for everypony to wear, which were certainly coming in handy now--as much to prevent eyestrain as to block the sand and dust.
Unfortunately, nothing they'd packed had prepared them for this situation.
The group stood warily in a defensive circle, with their backs against each other and eyes wide, darting, and fearful...for around them circled three huge, growling, hungry male lions, eying them up for an afternoon meal.
"S-s-so...a-anypony got any bright i-ideas?" Zipp asked, clutching her sister's hand tightly as she tried her best to hold off the terrified trembles that wracked her frame.
Pipp looked to be nearly wetting herself from fear, too stunned to even think of responding.
"Maybe we could...overpower them?" Hitch offered, though even he didn't seem convinced by his suggestion.
Sunny shook her head. "Not happening. Even if all of us could fight, it'd take more than one of us for each of them. In a one-on-one brawl, nopony could stand up to one of these..."
Clutching Sunny's hand tightly, Izzy's eyes sparkled as a thought occurred to her. "What if Zipp and Pipp could fly us to safety? And can't you fly, too, Sunny?"
The earth mare frowned in response, feeling the pink pegasus mare's tremors against her back. "I don't think Pipp is in a position to do much of anything right now, Izz. Least of all carry one of us away. And I don't really trust my alicorn magic to save my life, yet..."
Izzy 'hmph'ed. "Don't know what other options we have right now. It's better than the zero chance we've got if we just let them come at us, right?"
As if to prophetically answer her question, the lion in front of her pounced, deciding he was through with waiting. The mare screamed bloody murder as her fight-or-flight filled her veins with adrenaline...seconds became hours as that gaping, slavering maw neared her, his immense paws outstretched with claws at the ready, leg muscles rippling with unbridled power.
Her horn flashed with light as a bolt of magic struck the male right between the eyes, sending him reeling back from the blow as he tumbled to the grass.
"Look out!" Came Zipp's exclamation, as the two other lions took the first's move as a signal to attack. Thinking quickly, she grabbed Pipp by the armpits, hauling her skyward as her wings burned from the strain of launching them both aloft.
Sunny pulled Izzy close as Hitch shielded both of them with his body, awaiting their end.
The whistle of an arrow graced their ears like a ghost’s call, and the heavy thump it made as it embedded itself in the lion's midsection was accompanied by a snarling growl of rage from the beast charging the three of them, turning to face the direction it had been shot from--before its next move was cut short by a second arrow landing right in its eye with a profoundly unpleasant sound, the beast dropping to the ground instantly.
Fwip-fwip-fwip, thump-thump-thump. The call-and-response of whistling arrows striking true into beastly flesh echoed from all around them, the three plains predators riddled with whisper-quiet bow strikes faster than any of them could react, felling them in a few heart-stopping moments.
After a moment's ghastly silence, a few black-and-white bipedal shapes made themselves known as they emerged from the underbrush.
They were like nothing the five had ever seen--white fur clad with black stripes, their smaller bodies trim and taut and muscular, clad in a variety of animal furs that offered both protection and modesty.
As Zipp and Pipp settled back down on the earth (which caused a flurry of wide-eyed discussion amongst the locals), one of them, clad in more furs than the others, approached. "Hello, ponies! It seems you are lucky that we arrived when we did. The plains are no place for inexperienced tourists such as yourselves."
"Uhh..." was all Hitch could respond with, eyes tracing up and down the shorter zebra's form with wide eyes.
"Come, come! Follow us back to the city. There will be much time for discussion there." The leader of the group spoke, his hand imploring towards a direction that looked no less empty than the others. For the most part, the group eyed it skeptically, though Izzy was the exception.
"Woah, you guys have a city out here?! That's so cool!" The unicorn exclaimed, skipping off into the plains before turning back to face them when they didn't move with her. "Sunny, c'mon, doncha wanna learn more about our new friends?" She asked.
The four of the group exchanged glances, and Sunny gave her a sheepish nod. The rest of the group rolled their eyes, sighing. "Alright, but if we get barbecued or something once we get there, I'm blaming you," Zipp added gruffly, allowing the natives to lead.
Much of the trip passed in silence, the two groups focused on crossing the unforgiving plains rather than slowing things down with conversation. It was understandable, really -- it had been at least a week since anypony had seen a shower or mane trimming, and a warm bed and warm meal sounded incredible.
Before long, after night fell, a vast array of buildings came into view on the horizon, thin pillars of smoke rising into the starry sky from the many heating and cooking fires burning across the town. It was, in its own way, rather charming.
A small group of the local ponies had gathered to greet the hunting party as they approached, though their demeanor and expressions visibly grew excited as they noticed the colorful group of strangers that had accompanied the party's return. One young boy ran off towards the large, official-looking building at the settlement's core -- the mayor's house, no doubt.
By the time the group had arrived at one of the large bonfires, set within the center of a group of buildings, it seemed that most of the neighborhood had come out to greet them. Said group included the mayor, who was recognizable from the fact that he was at least a head taller than the rest of the men in the village; practically the same height as Hitch!
"Hello, hello, my wonderful guests! It is an honor for ponies like yourselves to visit our humble town. I am Mlezi, the leader of the many fine Zebrican mares and stallions you see before you." As he gestured to the surrounding group broadly with both hands, they waved and cheered loudly in response. "You will be our honored guests. You have come at a fortuitous time, as well! A great feast is upon us tonight, and there shall be many wonderful festivities ahead of us."
Much of the wariness and nerves that the five had upon first arriving quickly bled away as they mingled with the populace. Sunny's discussions with the chief had been especially enlightening. Apparently, after Equestria ceased contact with Zebrica due to the collapse of unified government and the spread of isolationism, Zebrica had to turn to their other neighbors (Griffonia and Saddle Arabia, among others) to maintain their economy, through the exchange of goods, people, and ideas.
Their vast knowledge of runes and potions had gained even more value with the abrupt and wholesale loss of Equestrian magic and artifacts. In addition to that, he had explained, Zebrica also became well-known for its sex tourism. The reputation of Zebricans as expert lovers talented in the erotic arts was wide-ranging and attractive to those adventurous enough to make the journey, and certainly profitable enough for the nation as a whole to encourage it.
That revelation led to a good bout of blushing from Sunny, alongside some unscrupulous and poorly-hidden glances below the belt in his direction.
If Chief Mlezi noticed, it had only served to make his smile widen.
"Ponies aren't usually so, umm, open, about their proclivities," Sunny responded, legs quaking and heart fluttering as she met his gaze.
Mlezi 'tsk'ed at that. "A shame. A mare as beautiful as yourself is surely the envy of the rest of your town. Hold on a moment! I shall demonstrate to you how zebras show appreciation for each other's beauty." At that, a whistle shot from his pursed lips, as he waved through the crowd at somezebra to get their attention. "Uazuri! I require your assistance, my sweet!"
"U-umm, I assure you, no demonstration is necess--eep." Whatever Sunny was about to say was cut off, as a group of zebras presented hand-carved wooden chairs to each of the five and gently, but insistently, urged them to sit. Not wanting to make a scene, each of them acquiesced, with varying degrees of nervousness as they glanced at the surrounding--and steadily increasing--crowd. Only Izzy among them seemed eager to watch the imminent 'demonstration', and Sunny had to admit...some of that excitement was rubbing off on her.
Before long, a slender, curvaceous zebra mare emerged from the crowd, a collection of carved gourds rattling on her waist as they sloshed with unknown liquids. As her eyes fell upon the five ponies, they widened considerably, especially once she laid eyes upon Hitch. The stallion must have seemed titanic to her, taller even than her chieftain consort and just as muscular.
Those enchanting turquoise eyes of hers were lingering a bit too long on his bared chest, and Hitch became even more self-conscious when she saw her lick her lips as her eyes slid down to his crotch area...
Her eyes left him eventually though, and he felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders almost instantly. She had been eying him less like a stallion and more like a piece of meat...!
Whatever else the ponies might have thought about the encounter quickly evaporated as, without preamble, the shamaness pulled Mlezi's loincloth aside.
"Sun and stars!" Sunny swore quietly under her breath, feeling a rising heat in her chest and a flutter in her belly as her eyes magnetized themselves to the inky blackness of his imperious shaft, despite her sense of propriety screaming at her to avert her eyes. When in Roam, right...?
She felt some deep-seated part of her clench as her eyes counted out the fifth flaccid inch of his length, the feeling of heat spreading from her chest to her face now. Her attention was drawn elsewhere, though, as Uazuri retrieved a small brush from a pouch on her waist, along with a small gourd full of what she assumed was ink or dye.
"Our talents in the erotic arts come from more than mere mind and muscle. The ink that I place upon my brush is enchanted, and all shamanesses are taught its recipe by their forbearers. It is a recipe as old and storied as Zebrica itself, and it has limitless possibilities. But as I am using it here..." She trailed off, setting the brush and gourd aside for a moment as she--barely--encircled the base of his immense shaft with both hands, and began to stroke him in plain view of her foreign audience! Mlezi's deep grunts and groans were nearly inaudible beneath the growing excited murmurs of the crowd, many of the spectators beginning to get handsy with one another as the impromptu show loosened their inhibitions.
Even the five ponies felt its effect as the burgeoning clamor of eroticism suffused the air, some zebras' symbolic markings glowing in pinkish or bluish hues that steadily built in intensity beneath the sparse garb they wore. Notably, such markings were on the breasts, bellies, or groins of those that wore them...
"I see you are now curious about the glowing symbols that I and my fellow shamanesses have painted upon every zebra. Within the erotic arts, they serve a variety of purposes...those swirling patterns upon mares' breasts stimulate milk production and growth, while the marks on their bellies induce year-round fertility and larger, more numerous fecundity. They shape us to be the ideal providers; the ready and willing vessels of zebrakind's continued survival,”
“And, for the males..." Uazuri purred, her speech trailing away as her brush traced a stark white pattern across her lover's quivering, throbbing, twitching stallionhood, "The symbols that we shamanesses place upon their lengths give them virility to exceed that of any other being...those placed upon their mighty, churning reserves of seed give each of their releases enough volume to flood three of us..." Those same symbols glowed a vibrant cobalt blue even as they were being applied, thrumming with magic that was as potent as it was old.
As her brush left the chief's scrotum, it trailed up to his firm, chiseled abdomen, drawing a new pattern that glowed a healthy green as it took shape. "And, for both stallion and mare alike, this symbol provides them with the stamina to keep going for as long as it takes to fully satisfy the other so that every encounter ends in nothing but pure bliss and relaxation."
The four mares could already feel themselves getting hot under the collar at the very thought of such a steamy, wildly indulgent encounter; though all of them were virginal, they were familiar with the gossip of how much of a "quick shot" that pony stallions could be. Hitch shuffled self-consciously in his seat, but couldn't deny the thrill that raced through his heart at the idea of getting to try out those runes for himself.
"And, there is one last symbol I will demonstrate to you...one that enables mares to truly please stallions to their fullest extent..." Her brush was turned upon her own throat, this time, and drew a symbol that shimmered with purple light.
After the symbol was completed, the shamaness stowed the brush in her pouch as she began to swirl her deft tongue atop his immense flare, drawing deep groans from the zebra stallion's chest as she made out with his cocktip.
And then, after a few moments of this worship, popped his flare past her lips and downed him to the base in a single, skilled swoop.
None of the ponies present could withhold their slack-jawed stares at the feat; Hitch's own impressive length pitched a distinct tent beneath his clothing, one large enough to make the zebra mares in the crowd give him interested, smoldering stares.
The mares felt their jaws ache just looking at Uazuri's impossibly-stretched maw, not even the faintest hint of tears visible despite the way it should have been utterly destroying her gag reflex. Despite the heat in their cheeks and the more civilized parts of them urging them to avert their eyes, they stared with unabashedly increasing arousal, clothes feeling more stifling by the second as their baser instincts stirred to life with a vengeance.
Hitch's own eyes strayed to her quivering, winking, dark-grey folds as they beckoned for a visitor, particularly once her skilled, practiced fingers slid into her honeypot with well-honed, churning strokes. Every moan she made was muffled by the fat length of zebra cock she was eagerly stuffing her gullet with, only spiriting Hitch's inhibitions away faster.
Streaks of drool started to run from the mares' mouths as they continued to stare; Pipp and Zipp retained a slight grimace of disgust despite their arousal, but Izzy had allowed baser thought to take hold fully, needily grinding her thighs together and only barely resisting rubbing herself through her clothing as her dilated eyes and slack-jawed look remained locked on the shamaness's sloppy, gods-tier throatfuck. Sunny was somewhere between the two of them; not outright disgusted, but maintaining some sense of civility with her wide-eyed stare.
With a theatrical grunt, the chief sheathed himself fully in her throat in a single bone-quaking thrust, even making Uazuri's experienced body tremble beneath the immensity of his assault.
Even Pipp and Zipp couldn't help but bite their bottom lips in envy at that hedonistic sight, unable to tear their blushing countenances away from the debauched display of skill; the way those titanic nuts of his clenched and churned against her chin in barely-restrained need; the way her throat visibly rippled and tensed and massaged his length with nary a complaint...
With a groan of metal, one of her decorative throat rings snapped with a tink as an intense throb made the chief's legs tremble. The shamaness's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she massaged his bulging cumvein with her tongue, pleading for every last drop of his thick essence. She never showed distress or complaint -- her only focus was on worshipping him to his peak. The sight of her devotion made the mane five's hooves twitch, each of them barely resisting the urge to give themselves over to their lusts.
"Mmmh, yes, my love..." Mlezi groaned through clenched teeth, eyeing up his pony audience and delighting in the way they struggled needlessly against their own desires. "While I would love to...indulge myself, there is still much I must show you all. So I will keep this, nnh, brief!" Both of his hands reached for Uazuri's head, then, and forced her to stay rooted upon his length as his powerful thighs bucked him as deeply into her gullet as he could reach.
Izzy was openly rubbing herself through her clothing now, breaths shallow, steamy, and shuddering with unrestrained arousal. Many of the zebras in the surrounding crowd had taken to pleasuring one another as well, many questing hands wandering and grasping at muscled thighs, firm breasts, curvaceous asses, and drooling stallionhoods and marehoods alike, beneath what few clothes the tribe wore. Impassioned cries, moans, and groans built to a dull roar around the chief's public usage of his beloved, the ponies beginning to feel even more like the odd ones out...
Hitch's impressive length bucked and twitched in an erratic rhythm as it strained violently against his loose savannah clothes, a noticeable stain of pre having formed at the tip and continuing to grow with each twitch. That sight finally broke the inhibitions of the other three mares present as they began openly groping themselves through their clothing, much like Izzy already was...
The chief's deep, groaning sigh drew all eyes upon him in an instant, his pace shuddering to a halt as he hilted himself within his lover's throat...and let himself go.
Each of Uazuri's greedy gulps thudded in their ears like a heartbeat, only intensifying their blushing stares. The mares' eyes grew wider and wider as the spurts numbered far beyond what any stallion was capable of...it was enough to make Hitch feel a bit self-conscious, though he kept silent, trying his absolute best to ignore the way his own length twitched pleadingly beneath his barrel in time with the zebra mare's sinful swallows.
With only a moment's rest, chest heaving from the exertion of his release, the chief issued a heavy, satisfied sigh. Slowly, ponderously, so as not to harm the shamaness, he dredged his length from her gullet with a slick, messy shlooorp, inch after slick inch revealing itself. She finally, mercifully, pulled free of his still-firm flare with a pop, and after a few loving licks of his sizable length cleaned him of the excesses of their love, she bowed out of the area and shuffled her way through the undulating crowd that surrounded them.
Clearing his throat to gain the five ponies' attention, all of whom hastily pulled their hands away from their own bodies with blushing, sheepish smiles, the chief smirked at the group of ponies that he'd so easily wrapped around his finger. "So, you see now why non-zebras might find our talents...particularly appealing, yes?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
The group nodded as expected, albeit wide-eyed and blushing as they shuffle uncomfortably. "Y-yes, Chief. Thank you for your...enthusiastic demonstration!" Sunny replied in a stutter, trying her best to be polite. "Is, umm, is there any place we might be able to put up our hooves? Stay the night? I don't fancy our odds if we go back out there, and I think I speak for everypony when I say we could really use the rest." She offered.
The chief only barely held back a frown at how embarrassed the group continued to be; compunctions of modesty were unbecoming in Zebrican culture, typical of a narcissist who believed their body so attractive as to be unfit for the eyes of their tribe. He tamped down his frustration for the moment, reminding himself that these ponies were unfamiliar with the Zebrican way.
They would learn tonight, that much he was sure of.
Outwardly, the chief smiled, gesturing gracefully with a hint of mischief in his eye. "It would be my honor! Although you must understand, you are quite possibly the first group of explorers that have come to this village without seeking its pleasures...so the accommodations will be, different, than what you are used to."
Zipp squinted suspiciously at him, put on edge by his cagey response. "Different how, exactly?"
The most distracting part of the accommodations wasn't the lurid decor, resplendent in scenes of tantric ecstasy. It wasn't the runically-heated jacuzzi or the huge bed that dominated the front area of the room.
It was the distant symphony of moans and groans that could just barely be made out through the dampening of the neighboring suites, combined with the deep thumps of furniture being shuffled and pushed around amidst the unspeakable acts of debauchery that surrounded them. Occasionally, an avian shriek or canine growl would cut through the cacophony, further putting the ponies on edge from the strange, predatory noises.
It was more like being in a clop studio than a place of rest and recuperation. Not even the sleaziest inns in Equestria were this sexually active, nor as open about it!
"This is your room, my fine Equestrian friends! This is the most prestigious hotel in our town, but consider it my treat. An arrival such as yours is most welcoming, and I hope that ponies across Equestria come to know the value of cultural exchange with Zebrica as a result of your visit...and undoubtedly glowing reviews, hmmhmm~" The chief held the door open for the group as they entered, and addressed each of them as they set their belongings down in the room and looked over at him. "Breakfast is served from dawn until ten, and if you need anything, touch the communication rune on the table there for five seconds to activate it. It is a direct line to our VIP service desk. I trust you will...enjoy your stay."
"Y-yeah...to-totally..." Pipp replied weakly. The walk through the halls had nearly brought the five of them to their knees before they'd even reached the rooms, such was the sheer intensity of the dense, cloying musk that suffused the whole place.
With a smile and a nod, the chief closed the door behind him with a heavy thud, leaving the five ponies together to stew in their lurid thoughts.
The five ponies did their best to make themselves comfortable, a task that was swiftly aided by the sweet-smelling incense that swirled in thick clouds from a finely-engraved burner in the corner of the room.
Something about it tickled Sunny's brain and made her feel less guilty about letting her eyes wander towards her friends' flanks (Gods above, did Izzy have an adorable, prominent tush that jiggled every time she bounced it on the bed, and damned if Pipp's short stature didn't do wonders for emphasizing her curves...), thoughts which might have alarmed her were it not for the incense's calming, brain-tingling effects. There was nothing wrong with passively admiring her friends' features, right?
And Hitch's cock looked so fucking big under those clothes of his, she just wanted to crash through all those years of sexual tension and impale herself on him before he could even stop her and ride his mare-breaker until he filled her with his foals!
Sunny shook her head, eyes widening with a fierce blush as she ground her thighs together. Where had that thought come from?!
She eyed the incense suspiciously as its sweet pink smoke curled into the room, but couldn't bring herself to walk over and snuff it out. It did feel strangely liberating to think and feel this way about her friends, as she was sure the others were being affected just as badly as she was...
Why, if the five of them did spend the night in this room together, basking in the lurid assault on the senses that this place afforded, she was sure they'd all end up coming out of the other side of the encounter as much more than mere friends...
Why did that thought send butterflies racing through her stomach?
Sunny was jarred out of her thoughts by a firm knock at the door, and a thickly-accented voice's exclamation of "Room service!"
The group gave each other befuddled looks, though they couldn't quite meet each other's eyes without blushing.
"I-I didn't order anything, did you, ponies?" Sunny asked, brows knit. Everypony else shook their heads, and Zipp was the first to rise from her seat, pulling the door open and allowing a train of three food carts to enter!
"You are the Equestrian guests, yes? Our chief ordered a sample of everything Zebrica has to offer, minus our more...carnivorous offerings. Surely you must be hungry after your long journey -- please, enjoy your meal." Without even waiting for a response, the three zebra employees bowed graciously and exited as quickly as they'd arrived.
Licking her lips, Izzy captured each of the tray covers in her magic and lifted them away, setting them aside as the group looked over the bounty they'd been presented with.
A spread of salads, fruits of sizes and varieties that none of them had ever seen before, and a smaller offering of sweet desserts and confections laid bare to them.
The five devoured each tray as if they'd found water in a desert -- which wasn't that far from reality.
"Ahh...Gods, that spread even gives Mom's royal chefs a run for their money!" Pipp sighed happily, licking her lips of residual fruit juices.
Izzy nodded happily, leaning into Sunny a bit as the two of them sat next to each other on the bed, cross-legged. "Yeah, Bridlewood's got nothing on what these Zebricans have to offer!" Izzy agreed eagerly, bouncing a bit. The rest of the group did their best to avoid ogling the way the unicorn's braless, hefty bosom heaved from the gesture, only partly succeeding. If anything, it seemed like Izzy relished the attention on her body now.
Catching Hitch staring, she shot him a mischievous little wink.
Okay, she definitely relished the attention.
Thinly-veiled flirtation and eroticism aside, there was still one thing the group had to take care of before settling down for the night; the journey so far had been unforgiving on their hygiene, to say the least, and there was only so much you could do by wiping yourself off with a cloth.
"So...who wants to wash up first? I'm exhausted, but I'm gonna feel even worse if I wake up tomorrow with a sweaty, stinky bed-mane." Pipp offered, as the rest of the group sniffed at themselves self-consciously -- and each recoiled from their own scents.
"I mean, the jacuzzi would fit all of us~" Izzy singsonged, making everypony else's eyes boggle.
"B-but we'd be naked, Izzy! That's not exactly something friends do together..." Sunny replied self-consciously, rubbing her own arm. She was startled out of the motion as Izzy pulled her close, finally forcing the eye contact that the group had been avoiding with each other.
One of the unicorn's hands strayed to her rear and gave it an ambitious, full-palm squeeze, drawing a whimpering, shuddering groan from Sunny's throat. Their chests smushed together from the close contact, too; Sunny's naturally bountiful earth-pony breasts easily overshadowed Izzy's own already-impressive chest.
"What if I don't want it to be something friends do together?" Izzy practically growled, a sound that Sunny immediately decided she wanted to hear more of as the fur on her arms stood on end and her face flushed with prickling fire.
Izzy let go of her just as suddenly as she'd embraced, leaving her shuddering and staring off into space as her mouth flopped like a fish's.
The unicorn glanced at Pipp, Zipp, and Hitch and failed to stifle a giggle at their expense, all three of them slack-jawed and wide-eyed over the blatant boundary-pushing they'd just seen. "Aww, c'mon ponies, live a little! I've always thought all of you were cute, but I didn't wanna make it weird by taking the first move on somepony and making everypony else feel left out. Now, we don't have that problem~" Izzy purred...the incense was clearly affecting her pretty strongly.
Gripping her own top and yanking it over her head, her freckly purple tits bounced heavily out of their cloth prison, settling on her chest with their deep-purple nubs rock hard and flushed from arousal. She carelessly tossed the garment across the room, not caring where it landed, and wiggled her chest a bit as she pawed at the rivulets of sweat drawing trails into her cleavage. "Mmph. Feels so good to free the girls after all this time keeping 'em cooped up!"
Zipp couldn't help but lick her lips as she eyed Izzy's titillating titties, and rolled her eyes with a shrug as she removed her own shirt, letting her modest mammaries free. There wasn't even enough to bounce, really, but where Zipp lacked in fat she more than made up for in muscle, with a mouthwatering array of washboard abs defining her belly and thin, wiry muscle covering her arms.
"Z-zipp! What the hay are you--wait, wait, st-AH!" Pipp exclaimed fervently, abruptly cut off by Zipp's hand firmly gripping her shirt and tugging it off of her.
Pipp was...perhaps a bit too pampered, based on her body shape. Her belly was broad and pudgy, and her immense mammaries (the subject of many a Pippsqueak's fantasies, mare and stallion alike, from the inadvertent teases she'd given while streaming) were cradled firmly by a large plus-size support bra that provided a canyon of cleavage once revealed.
Pipp's arms quickly curved around her belly and breasts, self-consciously covering her (mostly) bare upper body as best she could manage. "Zipp! What the buck?! You know I don't like anypony seeing me like this!" She looked nearly on the verge of crying, a revelation that had Izzy and Zipp both firmly cuddling against her to stave off the shame with a sense of comfort.
"You're beautiful just the way you are, Pippy," Zipp said softly, running a hand through her sister's mane as the smaller mare gasped aloud from the nickname she hadn't heard Zipp use in years.
Tears began welling in the corners of her eyes, but Izzy didn't give them a chance to fall, drawing them away with a delicate finger as she gave the princess a winning smile. "You're toootally gorgeous, Pipp. You may not think much of yourself, but there's plenty of stallions who I'd bet are just dying to get a piece of you," her gaze shifted to Hitch and turned smoldering in an instant, "Present company included~" She added with a purr.
Pipp couldn't help the blush that rose to her cheeks, as her eyes drifted down Izzy's curvaceous body for a brief moment. She'd never been complimented on her body before, especially not by somepony she considered prettier than her..and the result was getting her positively steamed.
Izzy's exhales fed directly into her own heaving breaths, their scents mixing in a complex cocktail that had Pipp's head spinning -- whether from oxygen deprivation, or the intensity of Izzy's lavender scent along with her rose perfume, she couldn't tell.
The unicorn's adventurous hands slid their way down Pipp's sides to settle on a firm, full-palm, double-handed grip of her decadently wide ass, those unexpectedly strong fingers of hers digging in firmly and drawing a lusty groan from Pipp's lips. Izzy darted her head forward, then, finally closing the gap between them as her tongue wasted no time slipping past Pipp's unprepared defenses.
One of Izzy's hands pulled away for a moment, before landing harshly against Pipp's cutie mark with a meaty smack. Pipp's every curve seemed to ripple from the impact, a wave of devious euphoria washing over the princess's trembling form as the sting of pain unlocked something inside of her.
As Izzy pulled away from her for a moment to let both of them catch their breath, Pipp growled at her, taking the taller mare by surprise as she used her bulk to force Izzy flat against the bed. "I never thought...I'd be the one saying this...but the jacuzzi can fucking wait." Pipp panted out between steamy breaths, before burying her head between Izzy's mountainous mammaries and lathering her tongue into the mare's sweat-slickened valley. The saltiness of her sweat mixed deliciously with the sweetness of her natural scent, a heady concoction that had her trembling despite her dominance.
Watching from the sidelines, the other three ponies were driven to act by Pipp's heady proclamation and unbelievably provocative tryst. Zipp wasted no time in tackling a yelping Sunny to the bed as Hitch watched both pairings from the sidelines, adjusting his clothes just enough to allow his thick, dark-brown length to twitch and throb freely in full view of the four preoccupied mares.
Zipp made short work of Sunny's shirt, tossing it to the side as the orange girl's breasts -- average by earth pony standards, mountainous by pegasi standards -- were laid bare for the tomboyish princess. Zipp allowed herself a moment to just stare and drool in disbelief at the mare's fantasy-worthy curves, those immense tits leading down to a stocky, muscular midsection and...hips for days! One look at those melon-crushing thighs of hers had her deciding immediately what she wanted to focus on, and she wasted no time making those desires known.
She'd always had a thing for strong mares, being one herself, and the six-pack that her tongue traced over as she ventured her way towards Sunny's core was easily her second most favorite feature about the mare's body -- those dense thighs that she wanted to feel clenching around her head took the top spot, naturally.
As it turned out, one slip of the tongue into that drooling, flushed, fertile crevice of hers was enough to make that happen. "Zi-zipp! F-f-fuuuuck!" Sunny stuttered out in a gasping moan, her virginal curves trembling beneath the first touch she's ever received from another mare -- and Zipp wasted no time going right for the kill.
The white mare's tongue was absolutely merciless, lapping directly at Sunny's winking, undulating clit with enough vigor to make the mare's back tense into an arch while her muscular thighs locked themselves around Zipp's head -- that insistent pressure on her skull and vague fear of being crushed each serving as potent motivators to rock this mare's world until she made her brain drool out of her ears.
Sunny’s tight grip on Zipp’s two-tone mane between her legs was matched eagerly by Zipp’s own double-palm grip of Sunny’s taut, bubbly asscheeks, firm enough to bounce a bit off of yet big enough to comfortably fill each of her hands. Those glutes had looked fucking fantastic in short shorts before, but finally getting her hands on them felt like she was ascending to another plane of existence.
Her questing tongue finally found a sweet spot within her earth pony friend’s fertile crescent, the plump lips of Sunny’s marehood clenching tightly around her muzzle as a gush of citrusy marecum splattered into her maw. Even better, those taut thighs of hers clamped, making Zipp dizzy with ecstasy as her eyes felt like they might pop right out of her head from the pressure.
The submissiveness she felt beneath Sunny’s raw strength, the sheer power behind her deceptively curvy body, was so intoxicating that it nearly made Zipp cum hands-free on the spot, an eye-rolling shudder wracking her as the knot in her core was pulled taut.
It was a wonder the three races had ever grown apart. How could any unicorn or pegasus seriously deny the overwhelming sexual power of a thoroughbred earth pony? Zipp considered herself dominant, sure, but that was nothing compared to the way Sunny could wrap her around her pinky without even trying.
Or maybe that was her fetish for buff mares talking. Who could say?
“Z-zipp…Zipp! Fuck! I’m g-going to…t-to…” A whimpering scream tore itself from Sunny’s throat as a hot gush of femcum rushed into Zipp’s maw, so sudden and voluminous that the pegasus nearly choked on it in her desperation to take everything Sunny had to give.
The shuddering clenches of her thighs and marehood, the wiggle of those awe-inspiring hips pinning her down…it was all too much for Zipp to handle, and she found herself washed away in the waves of ecstasy as her resistance dashed against the rocks. Her back arched, toes curling, prismatic wings flaring out into the bedspread beneath her as her release slammed into her like a freight train, losing track of her obedient slit-licking as her eyes rolled back and her ecstasy stained her thighs in messy splatters, running down in rivulets onto the bed beneath her.
As each pair of mares indulged in one another's bodies, Hitch was left by himself, the odd one out of their five-pony group. His thick dark-brown fuckstick twitched vibrantly, drooling his unfulfilled desires down his flexing, veiny length and into a damp spot in the smooth, satiny bedsheet. His bloated balls, dense and heavy with untold months' worth of roiling arousal, just begged to be unleashed, resting heavily enough to indent the mattress beneath him. It was another advantage of his earth pony nature -- as the stewards of the land's fertility, they were all natural-born breeders.
The downside of this was that it was far easier for an earth pony stallion to slip into rut if his desires were denied for long...and the four hot, bothered, and eager mares that shared the bed with him were proving to be more temptation than he could bear.
It happened in a flash -- one moment, Izzy and Pipp were thrashing tongues and grinding clits, and the next, Izzy could feel Hitch's muscular chest pressing into her back as he pinned Pipp beneath both of them...and slid his length into Izzy’s weeping quim with barely any resistance, even though her tight, unspoiled unicorn depths could barely accommodate his painfully hard breeding rod as it churned her good and deep.
"Hi-hitch! Oh fuck, yes!" Izzy screamed out, her plump purple flanks rippling against Hitch's belly with each little thrust that inched him deeper and deeper within her.
Her lips met his thick ring just as his heavy sack slapped into Pipp's quivering marehood, driving a moan from the short mare's lips as her lip-lock with Izzy continued. Every whimper, every shudder, every hitch in Izzy's movements whenever he blazed a new trail within her -- it was like magic all its own. She loved seeing her friends happy, even if that 'happiness' was now taking a much different form than she'd anticipated.
The fact she could feel every inch of Hitch's mare-breaking dick as it plowed and stretched Izzy's insides against her belly was a bonus, one that had her wishing that she could get some of that action...
For now, she settled for continuing her steamy lip-lock with the moaning, disheveled unicorn lying atop her, both of them jiggling and shifting on the bed as one from how insistently Hitch was plowing the unicorn's cunt like a plow working a field.
Said field was certainly eager to accept the seeds being plowed into it, as she flicked her hips and threw her ass back into his thrusts like a pro. Her movements came to a shuddering halt as her every nerve lit with searing fire, pulling Pipp tightly against her as her first climax of the night (surely one of many to come) absolutely rocked her world.
From the way Hitch was swearing and trembling above them, it seemed to be rocking his world too. Pipp could just imagine it; the way her hungry depths were milking him for every last drop, the way his flare smushed against her cervix at the apex of every plunge...the way his balls were pulling up to his groin...
With a deep groan of ecstasy, Hitch hilted himself, at last, sending Izzy spiraling into a second peak before the first had even fully abated. Their lip-lock broke apart as Izzy moaned aloud, heart-shaped pupils rolling into the back of her head as her tongue lolled limply in brain-blasted delirium.
Pipp could feel everything: the way his balls dragged against her own soaked, swollen marehood as they retracted towards his groin; the way he throbbed and pulsed against her from within Izzy's depths; the way Izzy's womb swelled like a water balloon against her own heated core...
"Sweet stars I wish that was me..." Pipp sighed to herself, running her fingers through Izzy's sweat-slickened fur as the couple on top of her basked in the heady afterglow of thorough breeding. Oh, gods, was Izzy pregnant now? It wasn't any of their seasons, as far as she knew, but the Zebrican magic infused in the incense could be capable of anything...
And why did she find herself hoping that was the case? And wanting it for herself?
'Well, Hitch is quite the hunk of stallion-meat...' She found herself thinking despite her sense of caution, a thought that made butterflies hit her stomach like never before.
As if to answer her hidden desires, she felt Hitch shift above them, pulling himself free from Izzy's depths with a shplorp as a stream of his seed drooled out of her quim and down onto Pipp's swollen folds, making them ripple and seize hungrily as they drew his essence within her. Well, if she was fertile, she may as well commit to the real deal now...
Her thick, curvy legs wrapped around Hitch's waist before he could pull away, beckoning him to plunder her deepest reaches as he'd so thoroughly done with their unicorn friend's. He didn't even hesitate for a moment, heart pounding in his chest from a mix of exertion and anticipation as he prepared to breed the mare of thousands of pegasus colts' fantasies.
Her plump marelips, as soft and juicy as a ripe peach, spread welcomingly around his crown at first -- but started to strain a bit as his full thickness wedged its way into her. It was the good kind of strain, though, if Pipp's cries of 'Sweet steamy clouds, I LOVE earth pony cock! Ruin me!' and 'Fuck me like you own me, you big-dicked STUD!' were any indication. Where had she even learned such lurid language?
With the way her juicy depths -- as soft and welcoming as a cloud despite their insistent milking -- were greeting him, he wasn't sure he cared. If anything, he wanted to hear more vulgarities fucked out of that posh, 'trendy' mouth of hers...and so he set out to do just that.
Now it was Izzy's turn to feel the way Pipp's belly bulged against her cum-stuffed gut with each slam of his cock into her depths, her shallower pussy struggling to accommodate his length as her cervix strained against his knobbled crown on each plunge, driving a groan from her lips even as it knocked the wind out of her.
"Fuck me like you mean it, Hitch baby! I want to have trouble walking when you're done rutting me!" Pipp egged on demandingly -- and she was swiftly obliged.
In response to her demand, Hitch swung his hips back and, with a heavy grunt of exertion, pushed until he felt something deep inside her give way with a muffled pop and a thump -- her cervix had spread eagerly beneath his concentrated assault, finally allowing him to hilt fully inside her as his balls thumped against the bedspread. Pipp screamed in a symphony of pain and rapture alike as she felt him flare behind her deepest barrier, feminine instincts fully in overdrive at the recognition of a true stud within her. Her face filled with a hot flush as her hindbrain roared at her to take his seed for herself as quickly and efficiently as she could...
By this point, it didn't take much coaxing for Hitch's second orgasm of the night to come roaring up on him like a tsunami -- figuratively as much as literally. The slick velvet of Pipp's interior had been an enthralling trap, as once her cervix swallowed his flare like a bear trap, her depths had truly come alive around him, rippling and squeezing and milking and churning in their voracious, insatiable, thoroughly-awakened demand for everything his balls had to give her.
And give it to her he did.
He felt his arms and legs tingle with insensate pins and needles as his every action, every thought coalesced into sowing his seed as thoroughly and vigorously as he could inside of the pretty pink pegasus pop-star that had so thoroughly captured his attention when they'd first met. His grunts of exertion built into a roar as his hips ground him deep within her, Izzy's taut cum-belly offering some resistance beyond Pipp's depths as his first almighty shot sprayed into her deepest reaches like a firehose. His roar tapered off into a groaning whimper as each dense, heavy, second-long spurt quickly filled Pipp's fertile cavern to the point of flooding -- yet the seal his flare offered allowed it zero chance of escape, his immense earth-pony equipment perfectly designed for the most foolproof and numerous breeding possible.
Each greedy hump he made squished Pipp's gorgeously fat ass against him, cushioning him like a warm, jiggly pillow as virile stallion and fertile mare did what they were made for.
Hitch felt himself nearly blacking out from the exertion, his vision going hazy as he slid off of Izzy and Pipp and fell prone to the side in an exhausted heap, his seed- and marecum-slickened length still standing stubbornly at half-mast despite everything he'd been through and his near-unconsciousness. It might not have been as potent as the runes, but there was definitely something in that incense keeping him going, if only just barely...
A pair of mischievous giggles reached his ears, and he glanced to the other side of the bed, towards Zipp and Sunny -- and his heart leapt into his throat. Both of those muscular beauties were staring intently at his flagging length with unabashed desire in their licking lips, their crotches slickened and splattered with each other's release. Sunny’s thighs were slathered with tracks of her gooey maresap, Zipp's mouth was covered in Sunny's honey-thick marecum, and the pegasine princess’s usually uniform mane was matted and unkempt thanks to being crushed between Sunny's breedable thighs.
Thighs that Hitch hoped he'd also get to wrap around certain parts of him...if it didn't make him pass out in the process.
"Hey there, loverboy~" Zipp purred, sitting down on his chest as she traced her fingers along his pecs, "got enough left in those fat cumtanks of yours to please two more beauties?" Reaching back towards his groin, her hand wrapped firmly around his base, which throbbed heavily in response to her touch. She grinned knowingly. "Thought so. Hop on, Sunny Buns." She instructed.
Though he could barely see past Zipp's gorgeous, sweat-slickened, alabaster abs, he could just barely make out Sunny's orange form in the background as she crouched down at his waist, resting her knees on either side of him as her muscular thighs formed a tight grip around his twitching, drooling horsecock. There was an aura of heat that rested against his cumvein, a plump-yet-muscular pair of lips teasing against him that he could easily envision despite his predicament. A muttered curse left his lips as he bit his bottom lip, trying and failing to buck his hips beneath the weight of both Zipp and Sunny atop him.
"Groan for us, Hitchy. Let us hear you. Tell us how much you want to cover us in your thick. Hot. Cum." Zipp purred into his ear as her hand ran across his pecs and abs.
Sunny was the next to lambast his endurance with honeyed words. "Hitch...I need to feel you against me. I never knew how much I needed a stallion's touch until now...needed your touch, Hitch. I need to feel your cock throbbing between my thighs while it paints me with every last drop..." The words are so lurid, so lascivious, so needy that he could scarcely even reconcile the fact that they were being uttered by his childhood friend, but his arousal had driven him far past the point of caring.
"F-ffff-fuck, girls..." Hitch groaned out, clenching his teeth as his head flopped back against the pillow like a lead weight.
"Yeah, that's the plan, stud. Now, get to lickin'~" Zipp growled, running a hand through his wavy green mane as she pressed his head to her soaked groin. At the first taste of his pegasus friend's citrusy "pop rocks" flavor, his tongue slipped in and assails her with gusto, dancing across her clit and folds before sliding deeper within to really get the good spots. Said good spots also triggered her clamping her thighs around his head to get him even deeper, but much like Sunny previously, Hitch hardly looked like he minded his predicament.
Sunny adjusted a bit atop him, trying to reposition herself to best pleasure his length between her dense, soft-furred thighs, before settling on a somewhat awkward pose that required her to push off the bed with both hands to lift herself -- but with her earth-pony endurance and his throbbing, burgeoning lust for her, she was confident she could handle it for just long enough to make him blow his top...
With one hand resting against the small of Zipp's back, just above the curve of her ass -- a weak spot for her, not that he knew that yet -- Hitch reached his other hand towards Sunny, tightly gripping her thigh as he reveled in the way her every muscle tensed and shifted beneath her fur in his grip, all for him.
"You like these thighs, Hitch? You wanna burst all over 'em, don't you? Don't think I haven't noticed the way you look at me when you think I won't notice. I wore those short-shorts all the time around town for you." Sunny revealed, and she giggled at the way he angrily pulsed between her hams in response. "I knew you'd get a kick out of that. Go ahead, dude...I've kept you waiting for this moment long enough." Shuffling a bit, her thighs clamped more insistently, and her strokes picked up the pace, exertion evident in her voice as her fur glided against him, tip-to-base, tip-to-base, tip-to-base...like a machine that wanted nothing more than his release. "Cum for me, Hitch! Fucking worship these thighs!"
He could deny their mutual desires no longer.
With a deep, heavy groan, Hitch brought his other arm back and wrapped both arms around Zipp's lower half, the vibrations of his vocal cords driving her fitfully over the edge. Hitch's hips met Sunny's thighs in one final clap of fur against fur, and the mare couldn't help but grind her thighs together and do her best to milk him as he pulsed with life between her greatest assets. Hot streams of his seed fired in jubilant arcs that splattered everything -- Sunny's face, breasts, stomach, thighs, and groin, and Zipp's back, butt, and outstretched wings -- in thick and steaming strands of his virile stallion milk.
His gooey, musky release sent all four mares’ nostrils flaring wide with renewed interest, pupils dilating as their eyes hungrily roamed over the smorgasbord of flavorful strands that now coated the three ponies.
Hitch's grip around Zipp's bottom half went slack, allowing her to shuffle off of him as he panted desperately for air, barely remaining conscious after cumming for a third impossible time that night. Stallions just didn't have much stamina, but Hitch would be damned if every mare here wasn't finishing off the night as a thoroughly satisfied member of their new herd! It was simply a matter of pride, of lust, of the desire to please the closest, loveliest, most diverse group of friends he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing.
From the way each one of them was panting out the last dregs of their heated lusts, it was safe to say he'd succeeded in his task.
The trace of a warm tongue against his belly, pecs, and trembling length roused him from his near-slumber, causing him to look down towards his groin...and what he saw nearly made his heart skip a beat.
Slobbering over his length, his balls, and every errant trace of seed on each of them, all four mares had taken to the task of cleaning up with gusto, visibly eager for more of his seed as they "fought" over it. His cock gave an especially hard throb at the sight of Pipp and Zipp locked in a steamy kiss, snowballing his seed between them as their tongues fought for who would get more of it. Sunny and Izzy had opted instead for a cooperative approach -- Izzy licking away the trails of his seed that stained Sunny’s mouthwatering thighs, while Sunny dug into Izzy’s seed-stuffed honeypot and devoured his leaking load right out of her.
It was, Hitch thought with a self-satisfied smirk, a very good night indeed.
None of the five knew what time it was, but none of them particularly cared either.
All they knew was that they were steamed-up, sweaty, sticky, and exhausted, and none of them were going to get proper rest unless they cleaned off first.
And so there the five of them rested, running their soapy hands across each other's bodies, the occasional stray hand encouraged with a moan of delight or a guiding grip, all barriers and boundaries thoroughly broken down between the five of them. It mattered not that they had been fast friends, or that two of them were sibling princesses -- only that their hearts swelled with a deep friendly and romantic affection for one another, despite tonight's decadent, impulsive, lustful indulgences.
There was no urgency to please one another now, not that any of them had the strength for more activities tonight regardless; there was simply a calm, occasionally teasing acceptance of their new normal as friends, lovers…and herdmates, though none of them had really made it official in that sense.
With the glow of post-coital buzz still fresh in their minds, their stresses and desires well and truly quelled for the night, and a thorough, warm washing for each of them, the five saviors of New Equestria laid down in the vast, love-stained bed together...and slept like rocks.
Their vacation certainly hadn't gone the way any of them had expected...but there was no doubt in anypony's minds that they were all much better for it.