Deputy's Due
It was no secret that Sprout had become something of a pariah since his short stint as sheriff. From the angry and disapproving glares of Maretime Bay's denizens to the admonishment from his own office and family, no one was shy about reminding him of his screwup. It felt like even the world itself was kicking him while he was down, as the only reprieve he got from being hated was when he was the victim of one of the town's many magical mishaps.
Pipp watched him through the background of her selfie camera as he made his way through the market street, his latest outfit doing as terrible a job of disguising his identity as the last several had; he really needed some fashion tips at some point. His obvious attempts at sneaking around didn't really help his case either. If anything, the poor stallion was just drawing even more attention to himself.
Pipp sighed as she lay her phone back on the table, leaning in to take a sip from her smoothie. She knew there wasn't much she could do to help Sprout out of the predicament he had stuck himself in; at least, not without completely tanking her social media presence. Even Sunny, ever the friendly optimist, tried to help reconcile the rift that had splintered him from the rest of the town, but just as before the tribes were united, her words fell on deaf ears. Pipp would've figured that they'd be more open to listening to Sunny, as the pseudo-alicorn was basically running the town now, but that doesn't seem to have changed many ponies' attitudes.
A bright blur landing next to her snapped Pipp out of her thoughts as she turned to find her sister strutting over to her table. "Zipp! I'm so glad you could make it!"
"You make it sound like we don't live with each other," Zipp remarked as she took a seat across from her sister. She cast a quick sideways glance at Sprout as he was run off from a nearby market stand before she asked rhetorically, "He really doesn't learn, does he?"
"Poor guy can't catch a break," Pipp replied, laying her head against one of her palms as she drummed her fingers against her cheek.
Zipp wished her sister wasn't being serious; it would've made that statement ten times funnier. Instead, Zipp could only raise an eyebrow at Pipp's perspective. "Poor guy?"
"Well, yeah. Everypony makes mistakes every now and again."
"Usually those mistakes don't involve sending an entire town into a paranoid frenzy to raise an army for a full-scale pony war," Zipp retorted. She understood the point Pipp was trying to make, but there was no sense in downplaying just what had gotten him here in the first place.
"Well, still. It's been a few months since then, I don't think he deserves to be treated like a complete outcast anymore. But there's nothing I can do to convince the rest of the town that he should get a second chance. I've tried everything! Reasoning with them, asking if he could help them with anything, hell, I even offered for some ponies to join me on my next livestream if they just cut him some slack!"
"Sounds like you really pulled out all the stops," Zipp chuckled. It was always funny to hear Pipp tout her stream as her ultimate trump card, especially when it didn't work as well as she'd like it to out here. "So what do you want me to do? I'm much better with interrogating ponies than I am at changing their minds."
"I don't know!" Pipp exclaimed, her frustration becoming more and more visible. "I was hoping you could help me brainstorm some ideas?"
Zipp leaned back, slowly racking her brain to come up with a solution. That train was quickly going nowhere, though, as she quickly realized that their best chances at helping Sprout had already been exhausted. Maybe getting the town to change their attitude wasn't the solution, at least for now. Maybe there was something else. "Okay, look. We've already tried everything we could to get the townspeople to cool off a little bit, and none of it has worked. I honestly don't think any of it will, not for a while."
Pipp slumped forward in defeat. "Thanks for the wonderful news. Anything else you'd like to share, Debbie Downer?"
"Ugh, look. We may not be able to completely fix the problem, but maybe we can just get him something to make his day a little brighter. You know, a present or something like that."
"Hmmm... you know what, I think that could work!" Pipp expressed gleefully. She pondered for a moment before asking, "What exactly does Sprout like?"
Zipp gave it some thought before giggling to herself. "I could certainly think of something any stallion would enjoy," she muttered jokingly as she made a lewd gesture with her hands. She was surprised not to hear an immediate refusal from Pipp telling her not to be so childish, and from the look on Pipp's face she was thinking about something. "Wait, you're not seriously considering that, are you?"
"Well do you have any better ideas?" Pipp refuted.
"Just get him a gift! A toy badge or a smoothie or something, but you can't just go and fuck the guy," Zipp stated. Of all the crazy things her sister had ever done, Zipp never expected she'd be so nonchalant about this.
"Well I think he could use something more than just a token gift to feel better," Pipp replied as her sister rolled her eyes. "Come on, Zipp, everybody treats him like he's that mean old centaur from Sunny's stories. Besides, I think it would be fun."
"I don't think so. I could only imagine his hunger for power is just him trying to compensate for-"
"AH HEY HEY HEY! You've made your point and there are foals around," Pipp quickly interrupted. "Maybe you're right, but it's not the size that matters, it's-"
"If you even finish that cliche line, I'm walking away from this right now." Zipp sternly replied. "I guess there's no talking you out of this. You do what you want to, I'm heading back to the lighthouse."
"Well actually, I was hoping you'd join me."
Zipp stopped dead in her tracks, taking several moments to try and process what Pipp had just suggested. "You want me to go with you to fuck Sprout? You're crazier than I thought."
"...is that a yes?"
Zipp thought for a moment before deciding to pose a challenge. "Tell you what, you get in there and get him undressed, and if his package is more impressive than I give him credit for, I'll join you. If it's as pathetic as I think it is, you're on your own.
Pipp held her hand out towards her sister. "Deal."
In some ways, Sprout was glad his mom kicked him out and he was finally living on his own; it meant he had at least somewhere he could go to escape the tsunami of shame that followed him everywhere else. It wasn't much to write home about, just a small apartment not too far from the sheriff's office, but it was cozy and served well enough to help him relax after each day.
Almost as soon as had he entered his home and sat on the couch, a quick series of knocks sounded from his front door. As he got up to see who was there, he grumbled, "Look, I told you I'll have the rent before the deadline, so you don't have to- Pipp?!"
"Hey there, Sprout. Mind if I come in for a spell?" Pipp greeted, putting on an innocent pose in the hopes of endearing him a little.
"Uh... sure, I guess." Sprout responded, watching as Pipp stepped past him and began quietly admiring the small abode. "Um, what exactly are you doing here?"
"Hm? Oh, well I've been watching how things have been going for you lately, and I don't really think it's fair that you're still treated so poorly after so long. So I thought I'd come here with a little something to cheer you up!"
Despite the fact that Pipp and the others had a little more sympathy for him than the rest of town, it always surprised him when they went out of their way to lift his spirits. "Look, I appreciate it, but right now I don't think there's really anythiiiii... wwwhy are you doing that?"
Sprout stared in disbelief as the mare before him began disrobing, shunting her clothes off to the side until she was left standing in just her bra and underwear. After casting away her skirt, she slowly approached him, swaying her hips with every step she took. "I told you, I'm here to make you feel better. I think this is a good way to do that, don't you?" she inquired as she traced a finger against Sprout's shorts. From what she could feel, she could tell she was winning Zipp's little bet.
Sprout could only stand and stare as Pipp's light tracing transitioned to a full grip around his hardening shaft, subtly stroking it through the fabric. She wasted very little time in moving things along, dropping to her knees as she pulled both his shorts and underwear down to his ankles. His cock sprung free, sporting a modest length but making up for it with an impressive thickness. Sprout barely had a second to process what was happening before Pipp began stroking his cock with both hands.
Pipp had to admit, this was already more fun than even she had expected. Sprout's stunned silence gave her free rein to do as she pleased without much complaint, and his dick was even better than she had anticipated. Speaking of, she quickly pulled one hand away to pick up her phone and snap a quick picture to send to Zipp. Sprout seemed not to have noticed, his mind completely lost in the moment.
Sprout couldn't tell if he had just knocked out on his way home and he was currently dreaming, but he didn't really care. Pipp's hands were working his shaft like magic, never losing pace while her fingers sought every sensitive spot across the veiny rod. She leaned in closer to start licking the head, scooping up the first few beads of precum as her ministrations brought it out in spades. She had barely even gotten a taste, but it was enough to drive her even further as she took Sprout's cock in her mouth and gave him a full blowjob.
Sprout leaned back to sit in a nearby chair, hoping his legs didn't give out too soon. He had long since stopped thinking about why any of this was happening, and just let Pipp do whatever she had planned. She seemed quite eager, and her mouth was like heaven as it enveloped his dick over and over. He was so enthralled by the pleasure, he didn't even notice his door open and shut as another pony entered the apartment.
"Wow, you didn't waste any time. Were you just looking for an excuse to fuck someone?"
Sprout finally acknowledged Zipp's presence, and in his panic, began stammering out objections and excuses to explain why her sister was currently sucking him off. Zipp simply held up her hand to shush him before adding, "I wasn't talking to you. Pipp, get off his dick for two seconds and answer me."
Pipp popped away only to say, "I'm sorry Zipp, but it just tastes so good!" before going right back to work on Sprout's penis, doubling her efforts as she tried to take even more down her throat.
Zipp sighed, slowly peeling off her own tank top and shorts before turning to Sprout, taking a slight amount of pleasure in seeing his absolutely dumbfounded expression. "Okay, since I know she didn't set any ground rules for what's going on here, I will. First of all, this is a one night thing. You ever ask us- okay well, ME, to do this again, you're getting punched in the face. Got it?"
Sprout quickly nodded. "Good. Second, you tell ANYONE about this, you're going to regret it. Understand?"
Another nod. "Alright. Lastly, you do not, and I cannot stress this enough, you DO NOT cum inside. If you don't pull out, of EITHER of us, you're dead."
It took a moment for Sprout to get past the fact that she had just admitted he was going to be able to actually fuck both of them, but Zipp's intense glare snapped him back to reality and he responded with a fervent nod. "Good. Now move over, Pipp."
Pipp was completely tuned out of their conversation, focusing only on bobbing her head all the way back to Sprout's tip before sinking back down to the base of his cock. Zipp waited until Pipp had pulled herself back once again before grabbing the back of her hair and yanking her off of Sprout's dick. "OW! What was that for?"
"You wanted my help with this, you're not gonna sit here and hog it. Now move over," Zipp berated as she leaned in and started lavishing Sprout's shaft with her tongue. Pipp followed her lead from the other side, their tongues soon intertwining as they coated Sprout's dick from base to tip in their saliva. The overload of sensations from the two of them was too much for him to handle, and his first load exploded from his cock with little warning, coating the two pegasi's faces in his spunk.
Pipp scooped as much from her face into her mouth as she could, whereas Zipp just grabbed her tank top and used it to wipe her face off. "Well, he's still gotta work on endurance, but I suppose it'll be enough to satisfy us. Get undressed, Pipp. You're first."
Pipp squealed with excitement as she tossed away her bra and underwear, exposing her full body to Sprout. Zipp pulled Pipp back to sit in her lap, grabbing hold of her sister's legs and spreading them wide. Sprout stared at Pipp's swollen pussy lips as they dripped with excitement. He nervously approached, lightly stroking his own cock as it rose back to life.
"At least he recovers quickly," Zipp observed. "Go on there, stud, I don't know how much longer she's gonna sit and wait."
Sprout didn't need any more encouragement than that. He tightened his grip on his dick as he lined it up and shoved into Pipp's waiting snatch, thrusting with wanton fervor as Pipp screamed in ecstasy. He leaned forward, planting his hands on either side of both mares to gain more leverage. Now having a steadier stance, he pumped his hips as hard as he could, determined to rut the pegasus beneath him as hard as he could muster.
Zipp had to admit, watching her sister get so thoroughly plowed was quite the turn on for her. It didn't help that Pipp was crying out like an absolute slut, begging for more even when Sprout was at his limits. Zipp watched Sprout take hod of Pipp's legs, and she used the opportunity to pull her own hands away and grip onto her sister's bounding breasts, squeezing and pinching the nipples to bring her closer to the edge.
It was only a few minutes later that Sprout pulled out and released his load onto Pipp's stomach. Zipp gave her sister's abused nipples one last tug to drive her to her own climax, squirting all over Sprout's cock and thighs. Pipp collapsed back against Zipp, gasping for air as she came down from her orgasmic high. Sprout tried his hardest not to collapse on top of the two of them; after all, he still had to go at least one more round.
Zipp wasn't giving him much time to recover either. She carefully lifted Pipp and placed her on the other side of the couch before standing and peeling off what little clothing remained on her body. "Lay on the couch," she demanded.
Sprout quickly obliged, resting on his back as Zipp climbed over him and lined her pussy up with his dick. "You got enthusiasm alright, but let me show you just how good this can be with... just a little... control."
She slowly eased herself down onto his cock, lightly shifting her hips side to side to get herself accommodated to the girth. When she felt she had gotten used to it, she leaned forward and planted her hand on Sprout's chest, pushing down as she lifted her hips before abruptly slamming them back down and spearing herself with Sprout's penis.
She did this again, and again, and again, each time leaving Sprout wanting for a more consistent rhythm. He wanted to grab her hips and pump into her as he did with Pipp, but Zipp had full control right now, and each time she crashed back down onto him left him too weak to even lift his head. Slowly but surely she did pick up her pace, but it still left Sprout hungry for more.
"You feel it, right? You want more, you need more. It feels like you're ready to explode the moment I give you the intensity you so desperately crave," Zipp taunted as she continued her torturous humping. "I feel it too, but I also know that the longer I wait, the better that sweet release will be. You just have to wait for the right... TIME!"
The moment she finished her sentence, Zipp began relentlessly bouncing atop Sprout, her pussy walls stretching and shrinking with every motion. She could see that Sprout was almost at his limit, so she gave a few more pumps before slipping off completely and rubbing herself out to her own climax. The feeling of her pussy spraying down all over him was enough to bring Sprout to his release, his sperm shooting straight into the air before landing back onto his crotch and ZIpp's ass.
Zipp raised herself back up onto her knees, wiping the sweat from her forehead as she looked between the two passed out ponies on the couch. She really didn't want to have to stay there for the whole night, but she also didin't want to just leave Pipp laying their.
"Oh, fuck it," she muttered as she turned to curl up with Pipp, laying her head against her sister's pillowy breasts as she drifted off to sleep.