Tits and Glam
She couldn't believe it.
Even as the lights flashed, the fog rolled, the bassline penetrated her bones, and the nationally beloved, chart-topping popstar Countess Coloratura danced and sang on stage - she couldn't believe it.
It had been her dream to attend one of the Countess' concerts for years - both before, during, and after Starlight Glimmer. But her town was a tiny one, out in the middle of nowhere Equestria where the only travelers who came were cult leaders, or ponies trying to overthrow said cult leaders. Somepony like Coloratura wouldn't have even known the place existed.
But she didn't live there anymore. She hadn't for a few years - not since she married Lil' Macy.
Ponyville was, admittedly, not a whole lot better than her old town in terms of notoriety. Many knew who the Elements were, but few knew where they actually lived. If they did, no doubt Ponyville would end up the bustling center of an explosive tourist industry.
So, if she wanted to see Coloratura, she'd have to get her hands on concert tickets somewhere else - somewhere bigger like Canterlot, Manehattan, or Fillydelphia.
Or so she thought.
Apparently, Applejack was close and personal friends with the music mare and had been since fillyhood. Macy told her it would be as simple as a whisper in her sister's ear, and wham, bam, thank ya ma'am. She'd have her very own private performance.
And now she did.
She looked beside to where her wife sat, both cross-legged on the Acres' jade grass. Slender red digits intertwined with her pink own, and she gave a gentle squeeze.
"Thank you again," she whispered, for what must have been the ten thousandth time that day. "This means so much to me."
Sugar pressed a smooch to a freckle on the shorter mare's cheek. Macy smiled in that quiet, mellow way that she loved and hummed out, "Eeeyup."
"Love you, by the way~"
Macy giggled. "Love ya, too," she echoed, with a voice smooth as silk.
Sugar returned her attention to the stage. The show seemed to last forever, in the best possible way. The music, the singing, the lights, the FX, the glitz and glam - the whole spectacle. It was all there, just for her.
Though, a few things struck her as being rather... peculiar.
Of course, she'd never been to a Countess show before, so maybe those things were standard.
Regardless, the attire Coloratura debuted in seemed more than a touch risque. She had on her typical makeup, hair, veil, jacket, bracelets, and spiked, high-heeled boots. But beneath all that.
She seemed better suited on the pages of a Fleur's Secret or Playmare magazine than a concert stage.
Thigh highs, panties, garter belt, and bra. Those were the things that clung so skin-tight to her smut-worthy figure. Taut belly, wasp waist, fertile hips and knockout knockers. Any mare would envy a body like that.
The clothing had been made with Coloratura's spunky aesthetic in mind. No lace around these parts, oh no. They were fishnet, spaced so close together they formed an unbroken consistency and, together, shimmered with a captivating iridesence that caught the colored lights above. Running the trim was a reflective dark gray fabric, and woven within - silvery round studs.
And of the strangeness, her clothes were just the beginning.
As the hours passed and Sugar's heart fluttered, she lost track of how many sensual poses the mare struck. Bending over, squatting down with her ass in view - where her thong rode up that round bubble butt - running her manicured hands along her exposed tummy and thighs, or for just a second squished her breasts together - enough Sugar swore she might have seen the nipples poking through. As the closing act drew ever closer, the heat of her cheeks told her she must have worn a face redder than the mare next to her.
"Don't you think this seems a little, uhm..." she fumbled, gesturing up as the singer slid the mic between her cleavage, and dragged her pierced tongue across the handle. "O-odd?"
Macy gave a suspicious, half-formed smirk. "Eenope."
Shrugging, Sugar returned to leaning against her wife's side. Macy stood shorter than Sugar by a head, but had more curves than an hourglass, the cutest paunch on her belly, and a stacked rack she could use as a pillow if she wanted.
She knew, because she had in the past.
Celestia's Sun grew deep gold, and the show came to a close. The fog retreated. The lights shut off. And Coloratura, shiny with a faint sheen of sweat, dropped the mic.
"Hope you liked it, Miss Belle." Behind her veil, the Countess battered her full, half-lidded lashes, and a toothy grin split her purple painted lips.
Sugar opened her mouth to speak.
"Because we're far from done."
"Huh?"
Confused, she sputtered. But that was the show. What more could there possibly be.
The lights switched back on in different colors - reds, hot pinks, magentas. So too did the fog return, shaded by those feverish hues and the amorous amber of deep sunset.
Then, to Sugar's widening eyes and slackening jaw, Coloratura tossed her jacket aside.
"Come on out here, Jackie! Macy, help her up. Let's give her a show she'll never forget!"
Too stunned to do anything, too enraptured by the Countess' almost nude form, she had to double take when AJ strut on stage butt naked. Every inch of tight, fit orange and freckle-speckled flesh was in complete view.
Looking beside her, Macy was busy stripping herself down. Sugar's eyes bulged, and Macy spun her off towards Coloratura. Reaching down, Coloratura hauled her up off her hooves without a word, Macy climbing after.
There she stood, the nearly nude Countess directly in front of her. On either side her wife and sister-in-law, not a scrap of cloth between them.
"This is from your wife, by the way," Rara cooed. Gripping Sugar's head, she leaned in and thrust a silver-pierced tongue inside her mouth. Sugar could only squeak, unable to put up the least bit of resistance against the Countess' warring tongue.
Meanwhile, the Apple sisters repositioned themselves. Macy stood behind her. Applejack's more athletic body pressed against Coloratura. Both roamed along their respective partner's skin, playing with the fur, pinching the fabrics.
And slowly - but surely - peeling them off.
First to go was the Countess' bra. Her tits popped free, bouncy and jiggling with plentiful ripeness. Her nipples were already hard, two bluish peaks poking out from the wide aereola.
Macy had a bit more work to do than AJ. She had to roll up the hem of Sugar's blouse, and Sugar, confused but excited, obeyed. Arms held high, the loose-fitting garment was slipped off to reveal her own ample bosom, held back by a plain purple bra.
Coloratura eyed her with hot red greed. Her tongue rolled across her lips, and Sugar couldn't help but wonder what it - and that stud piercing - might be capable of.
She shivered. Macy's dainty digits roamed across the bared pink of her coat, nails prickling the skin, or warm breath washing against her neck, her shoulders.
The clasp of her bra came undone. Rather than remove it, Macy let it fall. Sugar's hefty breasts flopped into view, and Coloratura didn't spare a second before lashing forth and taking a handful of each.
A startled whimper tremored her throat. Shivers played a game of race along her curved spine, and despite her nerves, Sugar pushed into the embrace. Macy took advantage of the chaos to slip a hand between her thighs and insert her fingers, rubbing the silky folds.
Rara laughed, and squeezed some more. Her nails, longer, sharper, polished a rich purple that matched her lips and tossed aside jacket, pinched Sugar's teats.
A squeal ripped out her mouth. Rara's grin widened, and she tweaked again, twisting and tugging with reckless abandon.
Sugar could hardly hold herself still. Fortunately, Macy's immense strength - a surprise to most given her unassuming build and stature - held her statue-firm.
As Macy's fingers hooked into the hem of Sugar's jean shorts, Coloratura eased the boots off her hooves. Thrown away, AJ could freely pull down Rara's soaked panties.
Sugar could smell them. Sweet. Fruity. Floral. Most of all - fertile.
Eager.
With the panties off, AJ undid the garterbelt, slid over those long and luscious legs her stockings. At the same time Macy revealed Sugar's undergarments.
Before she could move them aside, Coloratura grasped her wrist. Macy retracted, and instead Rara found purchase on her panties.
Panting, Sugar Belle blushed a fierce scarlet storm as Rara eased the cloth down inch by agonizing inch. Sugar's pussy burned near as much as her cherry cheeks, and she found herself wanting the Countess to just get the damn thing over with already.
Finally, after aeons eternal, the panties came away from her quivering flower lips. They made a noise on their departure - the slick sound of sodden cloth peeling from wet flesh. A visible string of cuntdrool connected her winking sex to the garment, and Rara held it there to show off her downright down bad discovery.
"Looks like somepony's excited. What do you think, AJ?"
Coloratura's gaze flicked to Applejack. Now done with disrobing the diva, she had her fingers buried in her cootch, pumping away. Sloppy shlicks and schlucks accompanied her every knuckle-deep thrust.
"Darn right," she growled, teeth biting a stark divit into her lower lip. "Gal's runnin' like one 'a mah hoses sprung a leak."
Her emerald eyes sparkled as Coloratura reached down with a finger, and broke the strand. Winding it round like a spool of thread, she brought it to her lips.
The wet digit slipped inside. Coloratura hummed, eyes briefly shutting before the finger released with a pop.
"Mmmm... Delicious~ I want more."
Suddenly, she seized Sugar's shoulder with one hand. In one swift motion the other yanked down her panties, before the mare shoved her backwards.
She fell, plush rump cushioning her fall. Rara kept pace with the descent, knees thunking against the wooden floor, placing herself directly atop Sugar's prone form. Grinning madly she tossed her hair back, the obscuring black veil thrown off.
"There we go. Now let's get your yummy self ready, shall we?"
Sugar eeped an affirmation. Coloratura, salivating, gripped and spread her thighs, nails digging into the velvety plumpness.
And gradually, the full, lurid glory of Sugar's snatch revealed itself. Dripping, glistening, fatty, puffy lips that framed the inner entrance. The clit, bulbous and pulsing, as honey dribbled out the pink folds.
Coloratura didn't even say anything before she dove in. Eyes locked with Sugar's, her tongue sprang past her lips, and thrust straight into those warm, waiting depths.
That flexible muscle contorted inside, its heat contrasted against the smooth coldness of her piercing. Sugar moaned, and arched her back, fingers clutching for a purchase on the stage below which did not exist. Macy knelt beside her, and let her crush her hand throughout.
Squirming, circling, Coloratura stirred her tongue inside Sugar's cunt like a stick in a honeypot.
And what a pot of honey it was, gushing out idle waves of bitchgoop, sweet like nectar, thick as syrup. Coloratura drank every drop, loudly and happily.
A whine escaped her throat as the Countess withdrew her tongue. Her plea for more was silenced quickly, as those luscious lips sealed tight around her clit, and the sultry songstress used her piercing to grind with a purpose.
Sugar saw stars - though none of them could compare to the one between her legs. And thus, she didn't notice as the Apple sisters moved in around her.
She definitely noticed when they took her nipples into their mouths, though.
A high, keening moan filled the foggy, humid August air. Shivers and violent shudders wracked her body, sending ripples of curvy flesh and goosebumps all across her flesh. Endure the hurricane and hold on for dear life was all she could hope to do.
Three tongues. One on her clit, against her aching cunny. One on each nipple. All swirling, circling, lashing like velvet whips. It was too much.
"Fffuuuuck!"
She came.
Her spine curved into a shape more resembling a c than an l. Her two pendulous tits plapped against her rapidly oscillating chest, but Macy and AJ made certain through their teeth, tongues, and vacuum-sealed lips the most they'd manage was some general wobbling. Juices splattered liberally out her winking puss, coating Coloratura's face in wave after fresh, tacky wave of rich honeyed femcum.
A series of three moist pops came to her ears as each set of lips let her naughty bits go. For a moment, she stared up towards the eventide sky, stars lazily twinkling their way onto the sordid scene. Sugar, briefly, imagined each mote of distant light as a pony, looking down and watching the lurid display of lesbian lechery.
The reprieve didn't last for long.
While the mouths had retreated from her sore teats, something new found their way onto them. Rara handed a pair of buzzing objects to Macy, who took one in each hand.
She opened them up, and clipped each vibrating clamp onto her left and right nipples.
Sugar didn't have time to react before Coloratura returned to feeasting on that fine selection of maremuff. Sugar writhed, squealed, and kicked the floor with her hooves, limbs twitching as her nerves sparked with lightning.
How many times she came? About as many stars above her, if she ought wager. She certainly wasn't in the right state of mind to give anything close to a definitive count.
It wasn't like any of the rest of her was safe from torment either. Bust fondled, ass groped, neck bit, shoulders kissed. The incestuous Apples made her body their meal - their playtoy.
"S-s-s-lut!" Sugar cried. "Slut! I-i"m a filthy slut! A lesbian whore!"
She didn't mean to say the words. Nopony had made her say them, let alone put the thought in her mind.
But it was true nonetheless.
Macy, after giving her a hickey, purred into her left ear, "Eeeyup~"
Orgasm after explosive, eye-rolling orgasm shook her to the core. Time collapsed in on itself, left in its wake only perfect pleasure.
Sugar's world faded, blurred. Her brain throbbed in its skull, the blood rushing loud as a roaring river in her ears. Only vaguely was she aware as Coloratura guzzled her last tide of slutsplatter, wiped her dribbling chin clean, and stood, before she disappeared behind the curtains.
"Done?" she mumbled. "Issit done?"
AJ and Macy exchanged a glance, snickered.
The unspoken answer made Sugar's pussy twitch. Out of fear, orgasm, or arousal, though?
Probably some combination of the three.
While Sugar's head spun and the Countess did whatever she was doing backstage, her wife and sister-in-law crawled over. Taking their spot between Sugar's eagle-wide legs, they pushed their greedy snouts against her quivering quim. Their tongues fought - competing, tangling with and against one another for a scoop of Sugar's sweet sexual syrup. More than once they'd gather a heaping helping of her squirt on their tongues, pass it between one another, and moan through the mares-only makeout.
On Coloratura's return, they'd managed to bring her to climax another handful of times. Whining, writhing, she twisted herself around, utterly helpless to the oral onslaught.
"Move those cutie booties, babes. It's the Countess' turn again~"
The sisters parted as the waves of the Red Sea. And there, standing in her holy glory - Countess Coloratura. She wore a wicked wolf's grin on her face, holding a thick, black dildo as long as one of Sugar's arms and with a flare broader than her palm.
Instinctively, Sugar inched back. "Y-you can't be serious," she sputtered. "That thing's w-way too big! It'll never fit!"
"Oh darlin'," AJ crooned, reaching forward to squeeze a sugary tit. "Speakin' as a gal with experience, it always fits."
Sugar's lower lip trembled, while her 'lower lips' trembled. Soon, she had nowhere to go and nothing to see by - not when Macy positioned her oozing mound over her face and dropped down.
The last thing she saw besides her wife's juicy booty was Coloratura kneeling down between her legs with the dildo, readying it at her entrance like the ram to bring gates crashing down - and Applejack, shunting her face into the Countess' here unfore-eaten musician's muff.
The plump red petals of her wife's flower met Sugar's snout with a moist squelch. In an instant, her world was obscured. The fragrant aroma of apples, spice, and the ever-pervascent scent of hard-earned perspiration through years of physical labor filled her nostrils. A familiar bouquet to the wife of Little Macy - and one that never failed to get her engines purring.
Despite her fears at the toy's absurd proportions, Sugar wouldn't leave her love wanting. She pressed her tongue into the heated depths of Macy's humid canal, and set all her slot-slurping skills to work.
While Macy meweled and rolled atop her, Coloratura fiddled with the dildo against her snatch. Even through the weighty pounds of assflesh parked above her, Sugar could hear quite clearly the sounds of AJ's enthusiastic pussy-dining and Coloratura's exuberant moans. Those efforts proved enough to unsteady the Countess' hand, and for a moment a different terror entered Sugar's mind - that of Rara missing the mark, and plumbing a very different hole.
Nothing of the sort happened, thank Celestia. The shaking of Coloratura's aim did, however, mean the dildo's wide head ground and rubbed at her squirty slit, encouraging more sounds from her own throat and another outpouring of mare's nectar.
Macy seemed to enjoy the sounds she made plenty. Each groan, moan, or squeal that forced its way out her lungs wound up resonating into and through the pink paradise of the farm mare's cunny. At some point, her soft orange-blonde tail twisted round Sugar's arm, and she couldn't help but grasp and stroke through the silky strands. Her other hand found leverage on a bountifully bouncy buttcheek, fingers sinking into the meat like warm dough before stopping suddenly at tough, steely muscle.
After enough teasing, Coloratura placed the faux-cock's head more firmly against her box. Sugar had made more than enough lubrication herself for it to slip inside, not however without a bit of grunting on Rara's part. Sugar couldn't have been sure that grunting wasn't just from AJ's attention, though.
The sillicone shaft entered, and Sugar froze. Easing it slowly deeper, the ridge-like veins and bumps on the toy made her knuckles curl, and nails stab into Macy's abundance of flankmeat.
She didn't even make a noise. Couldn't, if she wanted to. Whatever few actions she took were wholly unconscious.
Everything got easier past the flare. Though, she knew the medial ring was next.
It slid in with comparatively little fanfare. Many inches later, the base of the toy bumped her nethers.
She braced herself. The toy may have fit - but that was just the beginning.
If Coloratura wanted to give her time to adjust, she didn't show it. In one quick jerk the dildo yanked out of her cunt, and just as fast slammed home.
Sugar shook. She moaned. She cried. She squirted, too often for anypony to count, until she began to wonder if each orgasm drained a little more of her brain.
And still,, the Countess pistoned. Her belly stretched and strained with every earth-shattering shove that cock made inside her vulnerable little kitty. The head battered against her cervix, each time more insistent, and the image of a ram throwing open the castle gates seemed that much more apt.
When it broke through, pounding against her vulnerable womb, a switch flipped somewhere deep and primal. Millennia of primitive pony instinct to reproduce replicated within the bounds of her skull, boiling it incandescent with the need to breed.
She kicked up her legs, crossing them over and tightening against the Countess' back. Words spilled from her maw, muffled but loud enough to hear. She didn't know the exact things she said, but likely it had something to do with 'Breed me!', 'Knock me up!', and 'Plug my womb!'
She heard laughter, some amused-sounding noises, but could make nothing out. She just wanted to be filled. Stufed. Creamed. Made burdensome with so many foals.
Another stormy sea of orgasmic spillover rocked her through the hour. Hours? Who knew. She wasn't sure how many braincells left she had - if any - by the time Coloratura was done.
At least she'd given Sugar the mercy of leaving that fat breeder meat inside. She needed it there. To feel the instrument of insemination that had so thoroughly plugged her yearning foalfactory. To feel the throbbing, and warmth, and the pints of sticky spunk. To bask in the glory of fulfilling her biological purpose.
Thus, imagine her disappointment when Coloratura pulled the dildo out, shattering her fuckdrunk fantasy.
That seed she'd believed to be molasses-thick with potent swimmers? Only her own clogged-up squirt. The huge slab of stud-dick stretching her crater-wide? Just a plastic plaything.
But hey. It still felt fucking incredible.
The weight lifted from her face, and for the first time in however long she took in a breath, untainted by premium pony pussy. A tacky film of marecum coated her face, and when she opened her mouth strings of the stuff connected her tongue to the roof.
She gathered it, swallowed, cooed. Words attempted to leave her throat. Only a faint and drunken gurgle emanated.
Behind Rara Applejack revealed her ownn pussy-plastered face. The Countess stood as Macy strode into view, and handed the dildo to both sisters. "Didn't clean it off, just for you. Have at it, girls."
Like starving animals, the two slathered the dripping rubber in their spit.
When Coloratura reached down, gathered heaping handfuls of vibrators from the stage, and positioned her muff to Sugar's, she couldn't even bother mustering the energy to be suprised. Par for the course, at this point.
"You're a unicorn, aren't you?" she asked. "Be a darling and put these on the both of us. But, ah ah ah!~ Not just our pussies. Put those bad bitches on our nipples, too."
Reluctantly, Sugar obeyed. Between the twenty-eight vibrators there, she attached four to each of their nipples, six to their cunts.
In Coloratura's hand, she revealed the switch.
"Aaaaand... flick~"
As the air filled with an electric buzz, the two mares moaned in unison. Coloratura laughed through her shudders, tongue threatening to laze out at any moment.
"H-hahaha, sooo fucking good. C-c-can you believe this is the lowest setting? Nnnnff, I can turn it higher if you waaaaantt~"
Sugar thought about it.
And shrugged.
Because by now, what the fuck did it matter, anyway?
Beaming, Rara turned the switch a notch higher.
Then, she thumbed it to its maximum setting.
Sugar Belle saw white.
It wasn't so much like stars exploded in her vision as a fucking supernova. Reality itself crumbled around her, because the thrum of the vibrators had replaced it.
Everything was electricity.
Everything was pleasure.
Everything was the magnetic, thundering buzz of Coloratura's electrified cunt against her own.
Eventually, the total, violent upheaval of the universe lessened. Through the white she caught glimpses of AJ and Macy playing with themselves. Shoving the dildo into each other's cootch, fingering, tasting their own secretions, biting, kissing, fat titty squishing.
To her amusement, Coloratura wasn't that much better off. Her predatory smile had fallen into one born from a broken mind. Her eyes, glassy and unfocused, had rolled into her skull. Spittle, froth, and foam poured down her chin. Anything besides sexual seizuring was relegated to feverishly mashing her and Sugar's well-used mounds together.
Warmth and wetness sprayed her face. Past the blurring haze she saw the vague forms of her wife and Applejack standing over the both of them, jilling themselves stupid. Squirt after squirt rained down upon them, splattering her and the Countess alike in tidal waves of apple juice.
Sugar's tongue acted of its own volition. Squiggling about like a blind worm it lapped against her soggy fur, desperate for what ambrosial goodness it could get.
Macy helped her out by squatting directly above her face, pussy in prime position to drip right into her open maw. Seeing this, Applejack mirrored the action, and the two siblings shared a Prench kiss above them.
After spending some blissful years in that maddening state, the buzzing stopped. Coloratura, who had managed to flip the switch, collapsed and let it clatter out of her grasp.
They lay there for long moments, chests rising and falling with the steady swells of an ocean wave.
Coloratura was the first to stand. On shaky hooves she detached each of the vibrators, putting them to the side.
Settling into mist, the fog retreated. The lights shut off, then switched on as a plain and neutral white.
Sleep tugged at Sugar's eyes. Not a fight she cared to win, she let her lids fall.
Hooves clopped around her, and large, mare-made objects clanked and rattled. She was curious, but far too exhausted to sit up and see what was going on.
Eventually she sensed a presence standing above her, and cracked an eye open.
Upside down, Coloratura held a camera in her grasp. "Good to see you're still awake," she said, and turned the camera on.
Sugar saw herself, the Countess, her wife, and wife's sister on the screen. Skipping forward, Coloratura played the entire night of debauchery back at her.
"And even better - take a look at this." Coloratura fiddled with the controls, and the display switched to show the scenes from various different angles. Waggling the camera she squat down, so her face loomed above backlit by white and Luna's Moon. "Also, your wife told me you've got a bit of an exhibitionist kink - so I'm taking the liberty to use every bit of this footage for my new album's music videos. Picture it - millions of ponies across Equestria, getting to see and hear every filthy, dirty thing you did tonight." She giggled. "Whatcha think about that, hm?"
Sugar's answer arrived in the form of a final, eruptive scream of orgasmic bliss, heard all the way to Appleloosa.
Macy, smiling that same, mellow smile from hours ago, crawled on top of her. Their breasts squashed together, and the mare flattened her plump snatch to Sugar's. The sound their pussies made as they came in contact reminded her of especially thick stovetop macaroni.
Coloratura giggled. "Think she liked that?"
"Eeyup~"