Icing on Top
Standing on the threshold of the Castle of Friendship, Jem leaned to one side and quickly inspected herself in a window by the door. The jet-black of her fluffy locks cascaded over her face and back, the neon-pink of her tube top and matching skirt contrasted wildly against her ebony skin, and her makeup was flawlessly applied - in short, she looked as stunning as she possibly could. Excluding when she’d first arrived in Equestria, she’d never been called to a Princess’ home before - that said, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t excited.
She straightened up and knocked on the door, smiling broadly while balancing a boxed cake in her free hand. Equestria wasn’t all that different than Earth had been - sure, there were talking ponies, magic, and all sorts of things that had taken some getting used to, but everyone still had to make a niche for themselves. There were any number of jobs she could have taken, but it wasn’t long after she arrived that she was stricken with inspiration.
Having always had a healthy sexual appetite and an open mind, she quickly realized a benefit of her uniqueness. She was taller than most ponies, her hairless, curvaceous body was apparently irresistible to virtually every stallion she’d ever met, and she had no reservations about expanding her amorous horizons to include a whole host of new species - bearing all that in mind, she’d embraced the oldest procession in the land. While there were women or mares who may have been ashamed to sell their bodies to get by, she wasn’t one of them.
“It’s Jem,” she called out, giving the door another knock. Most ponies in town knew her as Anon, her given name, but that’s only when she wasn’t on the job.
As the sound of movement from within crept to her ear, the corners of her lips turned up. She hadn’t been paid to bed a mare, much less an alicorn, so this was going to be very interesting. Stepping back as the door started to open, she looked down and cocked her head when she spotted none other than Spike standing just inside.
“Just - Wheeze - one second,” he croaked, apparently having run from somewhere deeper in the castle. Catching his breath, he peered up at her. “Jem?”
Taken aback, she quirked a brow. “Did - uh - were you the one who sent the -”
“Quick, come in,” Spike interrupted, looking past her as he pulled the door open.
Doing as he asked, though increasingly confused, she walked inside and into the foyer. Now this was odd. There was only one reason anyone would summon her, yet being called upon by a dragon, and a particularly young one at that, was a first. She remained silent as she turned to face him, fully expecting an explanation.
“Alright, now we can talk,” he sighed. “Oh good, you brought the cake! Do you have the receipt for it?”
Lowering her hand into her purse, she produced the slip of paper. “Fresh from Sugarcube Corner. So - um - was this just a delivery or…”
He jumped up and took the receipt from her hand and neatly folded it. “Y…yes and no. Before I explain anything, I need you to promise you won’t speak a word of this to anypony.”
Smirking, she squatted down before him. “Ok, little man, I promise.”
His eyes shot between her bust and her groin, torn between ogling the tits threatening to spill out of her top or the plump, spandex covered mound of her shaved pussy. “I - uh…”
Though she was flattered and more than a little aroused by how stunned he was, basking in his lustful attention, she closed her legs and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Still with me?”
“R…right,” he murmured. “Ok, so you’re definitely here for what you think you’re here for.”
She sat the cake down and straightened up to her full, comparatively towering height and folded her arms under her mountainous chest. “Oh?”
“Don’t be mad!” he bleated. “Button, Rumble, and I saved up for months for this - plus we had to wait until we had the castle to ourselves to actually get you here! Please, please,” he whined, falling to his knees and clutching his hands supplication, “just don’t say you’re going to leave!”
Unable to keep herself from smirking down at him, she felt her heart skip a beat. She’d been called by all sorts of different creatures, from old griffons to groups of frat stallions, but this was too sinful. She genuinely wasn’t sure exactly how old Spike was, and she had no idea who Button and Rumble were, but her instincts told her that the three were slightly younger than her normal clientele.
“I just got a few questions,” she began, resting one hand on her hip. “What’s with the cake?”
“Oh! So just to be super-duper careful and cover our tracks, I figured ordering a cake would be the perfect cover for you,” he noted. “If anypony tells Twilight about seeing you here, we invited you over to game with us and to celebrate your arrival in Equestria!”
“I…huh…” she grunted, taken aback by just how damn shrewd the idea was. She hadn’t given it any thought, but she had woken up in Equestria almost two years ago to the day. “I gotta hand it to you, that’s really smart,” she snickered, “but I have one more question for you…”
Shamelessly staring up her skirt and to her loins, Spike didn’t even try to look at her face. “S…shoot…”
As shameful as it was, the idea of entertaining a trio of naughty, undoubtedly horny creatures for the night was more arousing than it had any right to be. The three could have sought the services of any number of hookers in Equestria, but they hadn’t - they’d invited her specifically. Sensing her nipples grow hard and her panties already beginning to moisten, she locked eyes with her would-be customer.
“You a virgin?” she breathed.
Spike stiffened and averted his gaze as his face went a brilliant crimson. “N…not like that should matter, but yeah.”
Squatting down before him, keeping her crotch angled in his direction, she took his face in her hands. “And your friends…?”
“Y…yeah,” he sputtered, gazing longingly at her nethers. “W…we wanted our first time to be s…special…”
And there it was. The admission resonated within her, fanning the flames of her arousal as much or more than anything ever had. Giving someone a damn good lay, leaving them spent and completely satisfied, was rewarding in and of itself, but having the opportunity to punch someone’s v-card, much less three in the same night, filled her with lecherous glee. Biting her bottom lip and reaching down, moments from pulling her panties aside to give him a peek at her goods, she reigned herself in and stood.
Spike beamed from ear to ear, his embarrassment disappearing as quickly as it had shown itself, and he offered his hand. “C’mon, I'll introduce you to everypony!”
Walking alongside him, taking one step for every three he made, she glanced back. “What about the cake?”
“Eh - I’ll come back for that later,” he dismissively stated, waving a claw and gazing up at her backside. “That’s not the cake I’m really excited about.”
She couldn’t help but giggle while he guided her deeper into the keep. She’d heard stories like this, where rambunctious youth would hire a hooker for themselves, but she didn’t think she’d ever be involved with such a scenario - much less one involving two of what she presumed to be colts and a dragon. Drinking in the splendor around her, listening to her heels click against the polished marble floor, she glanced down at him.
The last thing in the world she wanted to do was give him cold feet, but it couldn’t hurt to be safe. “And you’re sure we won’t get interrupted?”
“Totally,” he laughed. “Twilight and her friends are off in Canterlot for the week, so I’ve got the place to myself.”
“Uh-huh…” she hummed.
Peeking down at his loins, she wondered what he was hiding under his soft, scaly hide. Ponies were usually packing a decent amount of heat, far more than most humans, although the reptile’s equipment piqued her interest. If what she’d heard was right about the mythical reptiles, they could give most equines a run for their money in the endowment department.
“Ok ok ok,” he animatedly stated, slowing before a closed door. “Do you think you can have a big entrance?”
Cocking her head, she rubbed her chin and looked up to the ceiling. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I could do something like that. What did you have in mind?”
“Alright, I’m gonna go in and act like you were the mailmare or something,” he continued. “After a few seconds, come in and do something sexy ~ alright?”
Her eyes went alight as she flashed her teeth down at him. “I can definitely work with that. Go on, I’ll give you a minute or two to set the stage for me.”
He nodded and slipped inside, leaving her in the spacious corridor to prepare herself. Putting on a show to seduce somepony, regardless of their age, was more fun than she cared to admit - hell, she’d taken to stripping routines for moments just like this. She bided her time for as long as she could, getting more and more worked up at the thought of what she was about to do, until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
Grabbing the door handle and throwing it inward, she peered inside and spotted Spike sitting next to a little earth pony and pegasus, Rumble and Button if she had to guess. Though she would have liked to drink in their stunned expressions, there would be time for that later - for now, it was her time to shine. Heel to toe, she strutted in and brushed her hair away from her face.
“I heard you little colts have been bad,” she purred, pulling at her top to reveal the chocolatey skin of one areola. Stopping a few feet from them, basking in their attention, she spun on one heel, leaned forward, and threw a hand back to slap her generous backside. “And I think I brought enough cake for everypony…”
“H…holy cow!” one of them, the pegasus, blurted.
Turning to face him, she hooked a finger into her tube top to show off her cleavage. “Not quite, but I think these sweater puppies would give most cows a run for their money.”
God - she loved this. Not only did she have the trio utterly enthralled, but she was going to pop their cherries and ruin them for any other mares they were lucky enough to hook up with in the future. As she smiled at them each in turn, a sudden movement from the seated earth pony’s groin snagged her attention.
Her eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat when she realized what she was looking at. For a fleeting instant, no more than a split second, she thought she was looking at the little pony’s leg, but that couldn’t have been further from the case. So heavy that it rested against the floor, growing and swelling to a nearly impossible size, was a mahogany stallionhood that would put any man to shame.
She glanced to her left, over at the pegasus, and was equally shocked to spy a comparably sized cock dangling beneath the winged pony. Though she’d expected them to be decently sized, large enough for her to enjoy herself, she’d been wrong in the best way imaginable. Last but far from least, keeping her fingers crossed that Spike was just as gifted as his friends, she looked over to the dragon.
Sweet lord, yeah, Spike’s tool was just as, if not slightly more impressive than Button and Rumble’s. As long as his arm, a brilliant pink, and covered in ridges, his dick had a knotted base and a spear-like tip. It was hard for her to say if any of the three were fully erect or just how big they were, looking at them from a small distance, but she was absolutely, unquestionably certain that she’d be walking funny for a few days.
“C…can we see your boobies?” one of them, the earth pony, meekly inquired.
Shaken from her stupor, she tittered. “Of course you can, but first I want to know your name, cutie.”
Stepping forward and holding a forehoof to his chest, the brown colt nodded. “I…I’m Button, and these are Rumble and Spike,” he stated, motioning to his companions in turn.
“Well, Button, I’m happy to meet you,” she hummed. “Would you three rather I show myself off or would you like to help me undress?”
“Oh buck yes,” Rumble whooped, hoof-pumping the air. “I’ve been dreaming of playing with those fat titties of yours since - well, since forever.”
She slowly eased herself down and sat on the carpet before them. “By all means, knock yourselves out…”
While she hadn’t planned on diving right into the thick of it, anticipating a bit of banter or awkwardness before the fun started, she wasn’t about to complain. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and that wasn’t taking their gargantuan packages into account. Seating herself and extending her legs, she leaned back on one arm and waved at herself.
“I’m all yours, colts,” she cooed.
Just like that, they were upon her like a small pack of amorous wolves. Rumble flitted into the air, hauling her top upward and allowing her bosoms to spill free, while Button and Spike worked in unison to haul her skirt off. It would have been a cute moment, if it hadn’t been so stimulating. Reaching out and gently wrapping one hand around the pegasus’ neck, she pulled him to her chest and smashed his face against one breast.
With his raging hard-on pressed to her belly, Rumble shivered and bucked his hips. “Oh buck - they’re so soft.”
“Can’t forget about your friend,” she mused, leaning forward and draping one tit on Button’s head.
Button craned his neck and latched onto her nipple without the slightest bit of hesitation, doing his darndest to suckle milk from her. If she’d had even the slightest idea who she’d be entertaining that evening, or that they’d be so impressed with her rack, she may have taken the extra effort to drink a potion to induce some lactation - alas, there wasn’t anything she could do about that now. Cradling one colt to each of her tit, she rolled her head back and groaned while they nursed on her.
Spike finally worked her skirt off, leaving her naked save for her heels and thong, and eyed her barely covered snatch. “Mind if I…?”
“What part of I’m all yours slipped by you,” she snickered, splaying her thighs.
The way she was seated wasn’t ideal to let someone play with her cunt, although that didn’t seem to bother Spike in the slightest. Scampering to her loins, he brought his face to within a hair’s breadth from her pussy and pulled her panties aside. She had no idea how long he’d pondered on what a human’s naughty bits looked like, but she was happy that he finally had a chance to give himself a good, close look at some.
Spike stared at her sex in open awe, but he didn’t remain motionless for long. Maybe he was particularly hungry, or perhaps he couldn’t control himself - in either case, he set upon her without the slightest bit of hesitation. Her eyelids fluttered and she gnawed her bottom lip as his hot, forked tongue ran between her lower lips and over her clit.
Though she wouldn’t have had any issues staying where she was, letting the two colts suck her tits while Spike ate her out, the feeling of Rumble and Button’s stallionhoods against her all but forced her to act. Even if she hadn’t been getting paid to show them all a good time, she didn’t want to steal all the fun. As she sat the pair of ponies down to the floor, her heart started to race.
She laid back against the carpet, holding one heaving breast in each hand, and glanced between Rumble and Button. “Any preferences?”
Button blinked and remained where he stood. “I - huh?”
Sandwiching her bosoms together, she licked her lips. “I’ve got a pair of sweater puppies and two cock pillows for you colts to -”
Before she could even finish, Rumble scrambled onto her midsection, reared onto his hind legs, took one tit in each forehoof, and drove his length into the underside of her cleavage. “I get her boobs!”
Donning her best come hither eyes, Jem beckoned to Button. “Over here, sug. Let mama give that package of yours some lovin’...”
Button obliged, cantering over to her face and presenting his tool. Sweet, merciful Celestia - she was going to be in for one hell of a night. The stallionhood swaying before her, slapping excitedly against his underbelly, was nearly as big as her forearm - better still, the scent of his musk was strong enough to make her lightheaded! Extending one arm and clutching his rear, she guided him to step over her head and opened her mouth.
With a dragon eating her out, a pegasus fucking the hell out of her tits, and an earth pony’s tool mere inches from her face, she couldn’t be happier. As she wrapped her lips around the blunt tip of Button’s cock, her taste buds went alight. The flavor of sweat and unwashed flesh, paired with the natural funk of a pony, would have likely been a turn-off for most girls - then again, she wasn’t most girls.
She bobbed her head and glided her hand down Button’s shaft. The colt was big in every way, having balls that were the size of oranges, and she couldn’t wait to see how productive he and his friends would be. Gently fondling his nuts and moaning around him, she closed her eyes and basked in her hosts’ attention.
If there was anything better than having a group fawn over her, she couldn’t think of it. Rumble tugged and twisted her nipples, Spike alternated between sucking her clit and probing her depths, and Button lightly bucked his hips while she blew him. It wasn’t shocking at all that the trio were inexperienced, likely leaning heavily on whatever porn they’d seen and their natural instincts, but their enthusiasm and the sheer size of their dicks would be more than enough to make up for their lack of skill.
“M…miss Jem,” Button stammered, balancing on three legs to pat the top of her head.
Slowing and peeking up at him with one eye, she steadily withdrew. “Yes, hun?”
Button shifted uncomfortably, clearly wanting to ask something but possibly too timid to say it, before he met her eye. “C…can I d…do some of the work?”
She beamed, knowing exactly what he was going for. “Of course you can! Just ease up if I start patting your side ~ alright?”
Nodding, he trotted off of her and repositioned himself when she fully reclined. With her head tilted back and mouth open, she extended her tongue. Getting her throat swabbed was a favorite of hers for a number of reasons; first and foremost, getting her face plowed meant the only thing she had to worry about was enjoying herself - secondly and just as prudently, though she was slightly embarrassed to admit it, choking on a dick always, always drove her wild.
As soon as Button slipped his stallionhood into her maw, she put herself to work. One hand rubbed Rumble’s wildly thrusting hips, while the other caressed Button’s back and behind. Ensuring Spike wasn’t left out either, she planted her feet, lifted her waist, and dragged her cunt over the little dragon’s face. She may not have been a circus performer, but she’d be damned if she couldn’t handle a lewd juggling act.
Though she couldn’t see anything but a colt’s balls slapping against her face, she could imagine just how obscene the scene was. There she lay, having her tits and face fucked by two young ponies as a dragon ravished her snatch, and she was loving every second of it. One of these days, if she could find a customer who was comfortable with it, she was going to buy a camera to chronicle her lecherous adventures.
While she sputtered around Button’s tool, only able to catch the occasional sip of air, a familiar sensation blossomed in her abdomen. She’d known it wasn’t going to take her long to cum, and she’d been absolutely right. It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes since things had gotten going, far too short of a time for her to normally cum, but the onslaught and zeal of the trio proved too much to bear.
Her thighs trembled, her heart pounded in her chest, and her toes curled as she was wracked with bliss. She would have howled out, but the thick, meaty cock stuffing her airway made it impossible to do anything other than gag. Her depths quivered and gushed a torrent of climactic nectar, baptizing Spike for his efforts and bringing his oral to an abrupt, downright heartbreaking end.
Button and Rumble slowed briefly, likely taken off guard by her squirting. In a way, she was lucky for the small reprieve. Keeping her lips wrapped around the tip of stallionhood, she caught her breath and rode out her ecstasy - fortunately or unfortunately, the impromptu break didn’t last for long. The moment she felt something unimaginably hot kiss her entrance, she knew the time had finally come.
She made no move to escape or free herself - on the contrary, she goaded them on. A light tap here or a squeeze there, administered to the colts, told them to pick up where they’d left off, although she saved her best for Spike. The little dragon had been the one to call her, she wouldn’t have cum so quickly without him and his incredible tongue, and now it was time for him to join in on the fun.
Spike’s dick felt even bigger than it looked, and the ridges along his shaft - holy hell, they were nothing short of astonishing. She hadn’t even fully come down from her first climax, but the mere act of being penetrated by something so godly was enough to have her rebound and rocket toward a second. Waiting until he was half-way in - at least what she presumed was half-way in, she lowered her ass to the floor and snared him in a leg lock.
She wantonly flexed her legs and drew him in, forcing him to hilt her and momentarily setting him off balance. Her hubris, like many times before and many times yet to come, was her undoing. As his pointed cock-head drove into her womb, slipping through her cervix, she was stricken with a wave of ecstasy.
Cumming two times in a matter of minutes was yet another first for her, but it was what happened afterwards that was truly magical. In nearly perfect harmony, surely having noticed her writhing and leaking climactic juices, her trio of lovers flew into a frenzy. Unable to move and barely able to think, lost to a sea of rapture, she surrendered herself to the three and let them use her like a living, breathing sex toy.
Button was by far the most sheepish of the three. Plunging his stallionhood down her throat and making her neck bulge outward, he panted and rhythmically slapped his pendulous balls against her eyes. Though he’d been relatively considerate to start, forcing himself to withdraw and letting her take a breath from time to time, his studly urges hastily resulted in her lungs burning and jaw aching.
Even more fervent than his coltish companion, Rumble was like a beast. Getting her tits fucked was, if she was being honest, relatively boring most of the time and did little to get her off - be that as it may, the way he went at her was thrilling. He loved her chest, she was absolutely certain of that, and it was only a matter of time until he creamed her cleavage and made a mess of her.
Spike was, in spite of being smaller in stature than his friends, phenomenal. His claws dug into the soft meat of her inner thighs, he screwed her as though it was the last thing he’d ever do, and his technique was shockingly amazing. In time and with enough practice, she had no doubt that he’d be making a lover squeal on a regular basis.
Try as she might to please the three, using her lips, tongue, hands, and snatch as best she could, Jem was overwhelmed. There was a point where anyone, regardless of how experienced they were, should know when to throw in the towel - for her, that was when her third climax struck. She wasn’t going anywhere until they were finished with her, filling her or coating her with their essence, so she did the only reasonable thing she could do - she relished their affection and fought to remain conscious.
She lost track of how many climaxes she had after the sixth or seventh - frankly, she wasn’t sure. Her limbs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, her vision began to tunnel, and her mind went blank as the minutes relentlessly ticked by. If this was how she was going to perish, literally fucked to death by a threesome of youths, she’d face her judgment without a shred of regret.
Just as the world closed in around her, fate intervened. Button’s whimpering and frantic pace would have been a clue that he was close, but it was the feeling of his stallionhood flaring deep in her gullet that brought her back to the waking world. Grabbing his tush in both hands as he struggled to hilt her face, she held him close as he whinnied and came.
She almost felt bad that he was pumping a load straight into her stomach - not because she wasn’t happy that he’d cum, but because she’d hoped to taste his essence. With her airway spasming and constricting around him, involuntarily milking every drop of spunk from his pulsing shaft, she flinched when he suddenly leapt back and squawked in surprise. His still spurting stallionhood sprang from her mouth with a wet Pop, slathering her face with the final shots of his load.
Though she was fortunate to finally be able to breathe again, his spontaneous withdrawal startled her. Why hadn’t he finished and given her everything he had? Had she done something wrong? Was he ashamed he hadn’t lasted longer. As she looked up at him while he trotted away and wiped his face, her questions were answered.
Grunting and snorting, Rumble blew his load over her upper chest, face, hair, and the floor around her head. At some point or another, though she couldn’t say exactly when, he’d apparently peaked and jizzed a bit on Button’s face just as he’d finished. She could forgive herself for not noticing him crossing the threshold initially, seeing as how she’d had a dick lodged in her throat at the time, but she made up for it as fast as she could.
She lifted her head and obediently opened her mouth, giving Rumble a target and catching a not inconsiderable amount of his cum on her tongue. It may have been - in fact, it probably was her imagination, but the flavor was everything she’d hoped for. Thick, rich, and unquestionably virile, his virginal seed gave her goosebumps and made her hair stand on end.
Rumble came to a shuddering halt, his hips twitching and with a strand of drool dangling from his chin. She’d seen her fair share of spent stallions before, and he was definitely finished. Almost in a drunken state, he attempted to step off her, promptly lost his footing, and fell to the floor at her side. The performance was cute, if not a bit silly, although she had bigger, better things to worry about.
With only one lover left, she turned her attention down to Spike. His jaw was set and his eyes clamped shut, screwed up with sheer concentration while he rutted her with everything he had. At a glance, he knew he wasn’t going to last long, that he was holding himself back, but she was going to fix that. Arching her back and bucking up to meet his wild thrusts, she filled her lungs.
“Cum in me!” she wailed.
The brazen plea worked wonders, driving him to and well beyond the threshold. Digging his claws into her upper legs, he sheathed his length in her warm, silken confines and unloaded. His cum was especially hot, several degrees higher than that of a pony’s jizz, and having it flood into her deepest depths gave her the most powerful climax she’d had that evening.
She collapsed with him flopping over her groin, staring up at the ceiling while staving off the sweet oblivion of unconsciousness. Yeah, this had definitely been worth the extra effort to go and pick up that cake. Button and Rumble wandered off and out of the room, likely to get a drink or to wash themselves up, leaving her and Spike to themselves.
“W…was - Cough,” Spike wheezed, peeking up through the valley of her breasts at her face. “Was it g…good for you?”
It took everything she had just to sit up and rub the top of his head, but he’d earned it. “Yeah, absolutely…”
He beamed and kissed the pudge on her belly before hugging her abdomen. “So - um - what do we do now?”
“I…” she fell silent.
That was actually a good question. Her dates normally lasted two to three hours, it wasn’t like she had anything else planned for that evening, and she wasn’t opposed to just hanging out with them for a while. Seizing her battered cunt around his softening length, she groaned as he reflexively bucked into her.
“Normally I’d head out, but I guess I could hang around for a little bit,” she whispered, her voice horse and slightly raspy from the abuse. “You colts got any snacks?”
Spike perked up and smiled. “We actually just got some pizza an hour ago - plus Twilight made sure the fridge was full of goodies before she left.”
She winced as he stepped back and freed his semi-rigid length, feeling the cold, unwelcoming air against her gaped, tender pussy. “How about you show me where the bathroom is so I can freshen up. Lemme tell ya, letting cum dry in your hair is not fun.”
“I can believe it,” Spike laughed. “It’s right this way…”
As she rolled over and attempted to stand, her legs buckled beneath her. Her weakness gave her a moment for pause and briefly had her reconsider her options. She’d been in the castle for less than an hour, yet she’d been nearly fucked into a coma and was trouble doing something as simple as getting her feet under herself. Noticing Spike turn and walk back toward her with a concerned look on his face, she held up a finger and gathered herself.
The way she saw it, she was at a crossroads: if she stayed, there was a very real, almost guaranteed chance she’d end up getting plowed like a field from dusk until dawn - on the other, she could shower up, get dressed, and head back to her house to relax. The choice was as obvious as it was precarious. She was going to stay for as long as the trio would have her, even if it meant she’d have to get wheeled out in a gurney by morning.
She summoned her strength and pushed herself up, only managing to wobble a slight bit. “Lead the way…”
Spike hesitated for a second, wary that she wasn’t as steady as she looked, and turned away. “Don’t worry, it’s not far.”
Hobbling along after him, she mechanically placed one foot in front of the other. She didn’t need any outside input to tell she was an abject mess. Her hair was shellacked in jizz, her stomach gurgled from what had to be a pint of colt cum it was attempting to process, and her cunt was sore and wept a constant stream of dragon spunk down her thighs. It was going to take more than some pizza and Dragonade to help her recover, but she wasn’t too worried.
In truth, she didn’t see how males did it. Guys were expected to do all the heavy lifting in the bedroom, needed quite some time between each orgasm, and she couldn’t fathom how a dick could ever beat having a succulent, exquisitely sensitive pussy - yeah, there were drawbacks to being a woman, but she wouldn’t have swapped sexes for the world. Shuffling behind him, out of the den and back into the hallway, she left a snail’s trail of cum in her wake.
Stopping by a closed door, Spike nodded to the entrance. “Towels are next to the sink; just be sure to toss them in the hamper when you’re done. Do - um - you want me to get your clothes?”
“After what we just did, I’m not worried about you getting an eyeful,” she chuckled, stretching her arms over her head and swaying her chest from side to side.
Peeking down with a heavily-lidded eye, focused on anything but Spike’s face, she watched his dick twitch and swell ever so slightly. The wonders of youth were something special. Though he’d just given her one hell of a cream pie, the little guy was ready and raring to go - shit, she’d bet solid bits that Rumble and Button were as well.
She put a bit of extra sway in her hips as she sauntered past him and gave him a soft pat on the head. “If there’s a cold drink and something to eat waiting for me once I get done, that’d be great.”
Entering the bathroom, she turned, blew him a parting kiss, and closed the door. While it was admittedly a little goofy to take a shower knowing she’d likely wind up with a fresh coat of nut on her, washing up served several purposes. Getting clean would prevent making a mess of the den, she’d meant what she’d said about dried cum in her hair, and having some time, however brief, to recuperate would be invaluable.
As she stepped in the basin and set the water to warm, letting it flow around her feet, she schemed. In hindsight, she may have done things differently with the three, easing herself into the passionate exchange after teasing them for a while, but there was nothing that she could do about that now. Having gone from zero to one-hundred at the drop of a hant, ending up getting gang-banged by the three like they were trying to beat a world record, she would have to find some way to up the ante and really pull out all the stops.
Her shower was as pleasant and even more refreshing than she’d hoped, breathing new life into her and allowing her to devise a plan. Tossing the towel into the laundry basket by the door, she strolled out and made her way back to the den. Sure enough, as she walked along barefoot and naked as the day she was born, the sound of merriment grew louder.
“There she is!” Spike exclaimed, waving as she appeared in the doorway. “Got some pizza and cold cider right here for you!”
Rumble and Button each gave a brief hello, but their attention lay elsewhere. Embroiled in what had to be some sort of a death match, the pair of colts pitted themselves against one another on a Joy-Boy console. More than ready to get things going, but wanting to ease her way into a second round, she seated herself behind Rumble, extended her legs to either side of him, and slid forward.
She leaned forward slightly, using the pegasus’ head as a shelf for her rack, and took a proffered slice of pizza from Spike. “Thanks, hun…”
Considering the trio had effectively ambushed her right after she’d arrived, it was only fair play to turn the tables on them. Snacking on her steaming slice of pie, she slipped her free hand around Rumble’s waist. The colts may have been playing a game, but their joysticks meant she could have a bit of fun herself.
Rumble shifted slightly, still fixated on his match as his stallionhood twitched in her grip. She started slowly, squeezing and fondling him. The veins along his length pulsed in tune with his heart, causing his shaft to swell and force her fingers apart while she struggled not to smile. Simply toying with them and waiting to see how things played out naturally would have been fun, but she had an ace up her sleeve.
“Winner gets to do anything they want with me,” she announced.
The duo froze for the briefest of moments before launching back into their game. Now with a tangible prize on the line, Button and Rumble fought like savages. Their characters leapt back and forth across the screen, exchanging blows and executing super-moves in an attempt to win. She’d always considered herself a price to be won, and now was her chance to become just that.
By the time she finished her pizza and helped herself to a sip of cider, the match was over. Button won, hopping to his hooves and giving a victorious whoop, and Rumble wasn’t pleased. Tossing his controller to the floor, the pegasus wriggled around and grimaced up at her through her cleavage.
“Hope you’re happy,” Rumble huffed.
Shrugging off his irritation, she smirked. “Skill issue. Hey, Button.”
“Yeah?” Button chirped, turning to face her.
“Any requests?” she whispered.
Button’s eyes went alight and he inched forward. “C…can you ride me? I’ve always wanted to have a big, sexy mare ride me!”
“Sure thing, sweetheart,” she coolly replied, getting up and leaving the disgruntled pegasus on the floor. “Go on and make yourself comfy for me.”
She’d realized that somepony was going to get their feelings hurt, although that was by design. Stepping over to Button, who’d thrown himself onto the carpet and rolled onto his back, she walked over the colt and squatted down. The little guy was already hard, his pillar-like cock a testament to his youthful exuberance, so she wasted no time.
Kneeling over him, she placed her knees to either side of his hips and impaled herself. The familiar feeling of a stallionhood entering her was as wondrous as ever. With a battering ram-like head, thick shaft, and a slight upward curve, his dick hit all the sweet spots in her depths. She couldn’t have seen Button’s face if she tried, essentially smothering him with her tits, yet the sound of him moaning and the sensation of him needily bucking up into her let her know he was having a good time.
Being bigger than most ponies had its advantages. Most sexual positions were easy to pull off, even though equines didn’t have hands, and their equipment never failed to disappoint. Starting at a slow pace, fucking herself on Button like he was a dildo, she smirked over to Spike.
“Since you - Oh buck - didn’t want to shower with - Mmmph -me, let me clean you off,” she grunted between Button’s thrusts.
Spike dropped his pizza and tripped over his feet as he rushed over. “O…okay!”
Balancing on one arm while throwing her ass down and back, she reached out and guided Spike’s dick into her mouth. The taste of her pussy and his cum added fuel to the fire, getting her more worked up than she already was. While it was nice to get paid for her services, the gratification she got from pleasuring others was what really made her love her job.
Bobbing her head and mopping Spike’s draconic length with her full, pouting lips, she said a silent prayer. Intentionally ignoring one of the three was a bit of a gamble, knowing that Rumble may storm off or go and pout, but it paid off - oh did it pay off better than she could have dreamed. A flutter of wings and an annoyed snort were followed quickly by what felt like a fist pressed against her backdoor.
Whoring was a bit of an art form. She’d learned long ago that she should be prepared for anything before going on her dates, which was precisely why she’d cleaned, lubed, and to a small extent warmed up her ass before showing up. Anal wasn’t for everyone, that was a well known fact - mercifully, having grown fond of using all her holes, that wasn’t an issue for her.
Filled in every way, acting as a sheath for three magnificently huge cocks, she shakily guided Spike’s hand to her head. This - this was what she lived for. All those prissy, uptight bitches in the world, be they mares or otherwise, didn’t know what they were missing. She rocked forward and back, her body driven by Button, Rumble, and Spike, as they sought to satiate themselves with her body.
Her booty was plundered, her pussy was ravage, and her face fucked - in short, she was in heaven. Just like her first session with the trio, she found herself skyrocketing to the gates of nirvana. It was at that moment, pushed to the precipice of a climax faster and more violently than should have been possible, that she came to a conclusion. Bits or no bits, she wasn’t leaving the castle until her gracious little hosts' balls were completely and utterly drained.
Seconds stretched into minutes and longer still as she succumbed to her bliss. Whenever one of the three would cum, another would take their place. She was a novelty to them in more ways than one, an exotic plaything that was eager to be despoiled in every way imaginable, and to say she reveled in their affection would be an understatement of unimaginable proportions.
It would have been hard, if not impossible for her to tell everything she’d done with the trio. Double penetration, foot-jobs, rimming, sloppy sixths - nothing had been off the table. One minute she’d be eating a colt’s ass - the next she was howling like a banshee in ecstasy as two cocks sawed into her cunt. While she couldn’t put her finger on the most depraved thing she’d ever done before that evening, the relentless, almost marathon pace of the three set a new gold standard for perversions in her book.
As she peered up at the ceiling, fragmented memories came flooding back to her. She keenly remembered how things had started out, but things quickly went off the rails from there. Once the three had cum in her ass, cunt, and throat respectively, the little foursome had continued without delay.
She vaguely recalled eating Rumble’s ass, or maybe it was Button’s - in either case, she’d sloppily made out with the rear of one colt while the other sucked on her tit. To her pleasant surprise, it was Spike who’d seized the initiative to eat the jizz from her pussy before going in for seconds.
The details were a bit fuzzy, but she was pretty sure she was jacking off Spike and Rumble when Spike finally came. Hot pony seed washed over her face, with most of it going in her open, awaiting mouth shortly after she’d gotten her second filling of dragon jizz. Things could have ended there, everyone would have been happy, but that was only the tip of the iceberg.
Every part of her had been despoiled. It was hard to keep track, but she’d taken at least three loads in her ass, a handful down her throat, and more than she could count in her pussy - which wasn’t even mentioning the times they’d pulled out and glazed her like a donut! Next time, if there was a next time, she was definitely going to have to bring a camera to document the occasion.
Jem winced and turned slightly, avoiding the first rays of light creeping through the window. Her entire body ached, from her wrecked ass and pussy to her gullet, but it had been worth it. It was a bold claim and almost certainly invited something to outclass it at some point, but she couldn’t imagine having a better night. Weakly lifting her head and peering down at herself, she snickered.
She was covered from head to toe in jizz, but it was painfully clear where most of the cum had ended. Her ordinarily soft, slightly pudgy belly was rounded by an order of magnitude, making her look like she was on the cusp of delivering triplets. It was a damn good thing that she couldn’t get knocked up by denizens of Equestria, not without the use of powerful magic or alchemy, because she sure as hell would have had a bun or dozen in her oven after what she’d just done.
Trying and failing to sit up, she exhaled and surveyed the room around her. The furniture, the carpet, and even parts of the walls were dotted with errant strands of spunk, making the room look like a lecherous war zone, but she wasn’t the only victim present. Having fallen asleep in little heaps around her, heedless or uncaring about their disheveled states, Spike, Button, and Rumble softly snoozed.
She didn’t have anywhere else to be or anything better to do, so she made herself comfortable and closed her eyes. What would happen once she and the trio eventually awoke was anyone’s guess, but that was hardly a bad thing. As she gradually drifted off with a smile on her face, a happy thought graced her. No matter what the day held for her and her pint-sized customers, at least they’d have some cake to share…