Perverse Pleasures

by little big pony

First published 14th of February, 2024

Sometimes it's nice to take a step or two away from normal and try something different. Sometimes you need to explore your sexuality to find yourself and, perhaps, become a better person in a relationship as a result.

Sometimes it's nice to take a step or two away from normal and try something different. Sometimes you need to explore your sexuality to find yourself and, perhaps, become a better person in a relationship as a result. Sometimes you just want your girlfriends to turn into ponies so you can brush them.

Twilight and Sunset think Anon's weird. He thinks they're both perverts, so it evens out.

Artist is Agfavio

Roll For Stamina

The kingdom of Everhold was in dire straits.

Demons and worse things pillaged the land. Villages were regularly sacked and burned. Men and women were taken; to where no one knew, nor did they even wish to guess. The demon lord ruled with an iron fist. Famine and fear were the norm. No one was safe.

Twilight Twintail had been born into a middling house of nobility. The seventh daughter in a household already fit to bursting, she had been sent to the chantry to pray to the Goddess for the souls of her father and brothers. It was there, in her early womanhood, she received a vision from the Goddess with a command.

Bring together the land’s mightiest heroes. Liberate the people. Banish all evil. Defeat the demon lord and bring her light back to all.

Twilight had left the chantry with the blessing of her order, her head held high and her heart resolute. Through trials, tribulations, deeds, and daring, she gathered a mighty party of heroes. With their help, she had freed whole towns, destroyed demon hosts, and made the land safer. Again and again, the demon king sent its horrifying minions to stop them. Mighty bullmen, twisted mutants, dark sorcerers with ten eyes that saw nothing. With skill, luck, and guidance of the Goddess, all had been beaten back and destroyed.

For the first time in countless years, the common citizen began to feel hope. They joined Twilight and her party. With them came knights, lords, wizards; those with the means and skill to truly cleanse the corruption in the land. Slowly, but without pause, the monsters, demons, and black-hearted men that had ruled with sword and blood were pushed back toward the capital, where the evil lord had resided for the last three hundred years.

They had a mighty army, a host of paladins and magic users, and even a kitchen train ran with the best Halfing cooks to ever live. The army that the demon king was gathering would be terrifying to behold. Even with the help of the Goddess, their chance of victory wasn’t certain. In fact, it was far from unlikely. Even so, Twilight was certain of their success.

With her friends, her magic, and the might of the Goddess, they’d drive the forces of darkness away. They’d win, and Everhold would be thereafter known as a land of peace and prosperity. She’d be able to put down her staff and pick up her books once more.

Several days outside of the capital, Twilight, her companions, and the army they had gathered were camped near the Whitegail Forest. As they grew closer to the domain of ultimate evil, things became strange and unnatural. Even during midday the sun seemed dim. The nights were colder than they should have been this time of year, and the moon gleamed with a reddish light. Even so, everyone had been in good spirits as they had laid down to rest. Twilight and her party had been given rooms at a nearby inn by an odd but nice couple.

While her travels had hardened the young woman, she was still a bookish creature of comfort. At the thought of a real, proper bed after sleeping out in the open air for who knows how long, a deep longing filled her.

Sure, she could have slept on the cold, hard ground using her robes as a blanket and falling asleep to her party’s bestial snores; she had done so for many months, in weather both blazing hot and deathly cold. That didn’t mean she liked it. In fact, she had no issue in telling anyone that would listen that she hated sleeping outside, on the hard ground, with bugs flying and crawling everywhere, despite all the spells and charms she used to try to keep them at bay.

The dwarf in their party, who had slept on cold, hard stone all of his life, had attempted to protest their accommodations, wishing to give the rooms to others. Twilight had been so excited that she had run through the inn doors before anyone could stop her. After a large, hearty meal, a nice, warm bath, and a good night to anyone that’d listen, Twilight had jumped into her bed and fallen asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillows.

With their army around them, in this safe piece of guarded land, she had thought herself safe. She had thought that there would be no need to double check the wards she had placed upon the inn while they had eaten, or that everyone in this inn was who they appeared to be.

It would be her greatest mistake.

The sound of laughter stirred Twilight. It was a thick, rich sound; a noise that made one’s ears tingle it was so lovely. The average person would have said that the one laughing simply had a wonderful voice. To an experienced practitioner of the magical arts, it was very clearly laced with something foul and black.

She opened her eyes and lifted her head. No longer was she in her own room at that little family inn. The air smelled damp and stagnant. A sickly light illuminated hard stone, barren walls. Her bed was gone, and she found herself seated in a chair, tied up.

“Well, well, well. I never thought you’d wake up. Pleasant dreams~?”

A figure stepped into view. A woman. Twilight’s eyes narrowed, and she sniffed the air, almost coughing as the scent of dark magic tickled her nose. No, not a woman. A monster.

No. It was worse. A succubus.

At a glance Twilight knew her. Stories had been told about her at the Chantry to scare acolytes since the dawn of time. Sunset Slithermount, a fallen angel cast out of the Goddess’s divine lands, twisted by things so evil and other that they couldn’t be recorded, turned into not just a succubus, but the succubus. She had been the first; the most powerful and greatest of her twisted kind.

“Demon,” Twilight hissed, licking dry lips as panic twisted her insides.

The Queen of the Succubi was just as bewitching as the stories warned. Even in the strange light, she could see her sunkissed, flawless skin, her fiery red hair, her green emerald eyes that twinkled with amusement. A pair of small black horns jutted out through her temples, and a long black tail was swaying behind her. The outfit she wore was obviously made to draw the eye as much as possible. It was all laces, low cut, skin tight fabric that left nothing to the imagination. Her midriff was exposed, revealing a muscled stomach. In one of her hands she held a riding crop.

The demon laughed again. “Please, just call me Sunset. All my friends do,” she said with a mocking bow. “Or mistress if you prefer. Or master. Or cherished beloved.”

She sauntered toward Twilight, lightly tapping her crop against her bare thigh. Twilight leaned back in her chair, acutely aware of her situation. She had no staff, no potions, no knife, no spell books, not even a blessed necklace. The only thing she had worn to bed was her nightgown. She was as vulnerable as a lamb, and from the ear-to-ear grin on the Succubi’s face, she knew it as well as her. Even so, Twilight squared her shoulders, looking at the demon with narrowed eyes.

“I don’t know how you stole me away from that inn, demon, but I promise that you don’t get away with this,” she said. “I’m sure my party is already looking for me. I don’t care what sort of magic you used; if there’s the tiniest hint of a trail they’ll be able to follow it and--”

Twilight flinched as the demon brought the riding crop down on her shoulder. There was a sharp pain, which was followed by a warm, pleasant tingle. Some sort of lewd magic molded into the crop no doubt.

“Oh my dear. My delicate, delicious little morsel,” Sunset said, stroking Twilight’s face with the crop. “I couldn’t agree more. You mortals are stronger and more resilient than the demon king was expecting; than any of us were expecting, if I’m being frank. If I had just stolen you out of your bed and made off with you, I don’t doubt that your friends would have moved heaven and earth to locate you.”

The demon’s smile somehow grew even wider.

“Fortunately for me I don’t need to worry, my sweet. I have you all here.”

Twilight’s eyes widened. “No, you couldn’t,” she whispered. “Not with so many--”

“The demon lord has powers even beyond my understanding,” Sunset said, leaning down toward the frightened woman. “There is no need to worry though. My minions are doing all in their power to make their stay… comfortable.”

Vanilla, cinnamon, and lilac filled Twilight’s senses. The warmth from that hit from the riding crop was beginning to work its way through her body like some sort of poison. She gritted her teeth, sending a silent prayer to the Goddess.

“You’re lying,” she spat.

“Is that so?”

“Yes!”

Throwing her head back, the demon let out a laugh. Winking at Twilight, she spun around on a heel and walked away. In the dim light, Twilight could just make out her walking over to something. There were hushed whispers that she couldn’t make out, followed by a grunt and the squeal of wood. The demon let out a clear curse, then more whispering. Several seconds passed before the Queen of the Succubi came back with a wooden chair much like the one Twilight sat on.

She placed it a few feet from the spell caster. As soon as she did, another figure stepped into the green light. They hurried over and sat down, handing the demon a jump rope before sitting down. Sunset leaned down to give them a thank you and a kiss on the cheek before wrapping the jump rope around their body and tying it with a loose square knot.

“You okay?”

“Yep. Do your thing.”

“Alright.”

Clearing her throat, the demon grinned, placing a hand on the person’s shoulder. Twilight let out a gasp. It was one of her party members; one of the first that she had managed to recruit in fact. A barbarian savage, but noble in his own way and loyal to an absolute fault. He had torn through any beast or monster laid out in front of him with inhuman might and glee. Anon the Axe, Chieftain of the Northern Bearmen. DragonsBane. BoneCracker.

His Wintertooth crown sat upon his rigid brow as it always did. His chest was bare, and he had naught but a few straps of leather covering his lower body. His weapons, usually hung on hooks around his belt, were nowhere to be seen.

He was looking at Twilight expectantly. Sunset, seeing this, nudged his shoulder. He looked at her. Sunset leaned down and whispered something into his ear. Anon nodded, leaning forward in his chair.

Twilight could see that the barbarian was exhausted. It was obvious that he was fighting some sort of charm by the way he shook and jerked, his eyes rolling in his skull as he bared his teeth. The crown on his head was humming, the runes etched into it desperately attempting to ward off whatever was assaulting him.

“Are you sure I’m a liar, my little morsel?” the demon cooed, rustling the barbarian’s hair.

Anon let out a wolf-like snarl, straining against the rope that bound him. Twilight had seen his mighty strength shatter steel chains, but in these bindings he was like a helpless toddler.

“I could bring the rest of your little friends out here for inspection, but just this one will do for now I think,” Sunset said, stepping in front of Anon. “Now, what to do with the two of you? What to do--”

“Roll for initiative!”

Sunset’s face scrunched up. She looked at Twilight, who, with a smile, wiggled out of the extension cord wrapped around her and reached into her pajama bottom pocket. After some rummaging around, she pulled out a twenty-sided dice.

“Do we really need to, Twi?” Sunset asked.

Twilight didn’t answer, though her eyebrows did furrow. Sunset clicked her tongue, looking over to Anon, who was looking around.

“Hey, Twi. Do you have another dice?”

“Anon, I told you to keep one on you!”

“Where am I keeping it, smarty pants? You see any pockets on this loincloth?”

Rolling her eyes, Sunset walked over to him, reaching into her cleavage and producing two dice. She offered one to him.

“What else have you got down there?”

“Just be quiet and roll the dice, dummy.”

All three threw their dice. They made no sound as they hit the carpet, bouncing once or twice before becoming stuck. Everyone leaned down to inspect their numbers.

“Oh, I got a twenty!” Anon said with a smile.

“Fifteen,” Sunset grunted.

“And I got an eight,” Twilight said, practically bouncing in her chair. “Anon, with a twenty you go first. What would you like to do?”

Anon sat back in his chair. The happiness at getting a natural twenty was dimmed somewhat as he realized that he now had to figure out how to proceed.

“I, uh… I don’t know,” he said, looking around a bit lost. “Can I try to escape?”

“Absolutely,” Twilight replied with a nod. “You can try to break the rope, or wiggle yourself free, or even untie yourself. What’s your sleight of hand?”

“...Minus three?”

“Then, I recommend the breaking out option, since I’m almost positive your strength is much better than that.”

“It is,” Anon said. “I got a plus seven in that.”

Bending over, Sunset grabbed his dice and handed it back to him. With a thank you, he once again rolled his dice.

“That’s a… two. Alrightly…”

“I’m assuming that isn’t anywhere close to beating the rope. to You struggle against your bindings, but they hold. You’re trapped for another turn,” Twilight said. “Is there anything else you’d like to do?”

“I don’t think I can do anything else.”

“Then, Sunset, it’s your turn.”

Sunset, who had been looking at her nails, collected herself, coughing into a hand and standing up a little straighter.

“I cast domination on the barbarian,” she said, jabbing a thumb at Anon before leaning down to pick up her dice and tossing it again. “A five. With my magic that’s a twelve.”

“Doesn’t beat my wisdom with my crown thing.”

Sunset made a face.

Twilight, letting out a giggle, was able to lean down to pick up her own dice. She rolled it in the palm of her hand before giving it a toss.

“I roll to untie myself. Fifteen, plus two. Sunset, I can’t remember, what’s the AC of your magical rope?”

Sunset knew exactly what number Twilight had to beat for her rope. It was one of the many things about her character that Twilight had made her memorize before the three of them got dressed up. It was a fifteen; meaning that the dork should be able to free herself and get out of that chair.

That wasn’t going to happen.

“It’s twenty-two,” Sunset said without skipping a beat.

Twilight frowned. “Twenty-two? That sounds a little high…”

“I’m the Queen of the Succubi, remember? I can make some really strong magical rope.”

For a few terrible moments, Sunset was sure that Twilight would insist on checking the piece of paper that was somewhere around this room that showed her the succubi stats, taking any eroticism left in this night and throwing it into the trash. Thankfully, with a slow nod of her head, Twilight sat back in her chair.

“If you’re sure I’ll take your word for it,” she said, mostly to herself. “Well, if that’s the case, I’m still stuck in this chair. Anon, it’s your turn again.”

Anon leaned forward as far as he dared, and was just able to pick up his dice. “I’m gonna try to break out again. Fuck. Natural one.”

“As you attempt to escape, your bindings tighten around you. Now you have disadvantage whenever you try to free yourself. Sunset?”

Sunset looked over at Anon, who looked as bemused as she felt. Giving him a wink, she tossed her dice yet again. She watched it bounce, then stop on the number three.

“I cast domination,” she said. “It’s a natural twenty.”

Twilight gasped. She could only watch helplessly as Anon the Axe thrashed against the restraints. The bindings pulsed and flexed as if it were a living thing, giving off a dim red color. With alarm, she realized that it was sapping the barbarians strength as his thrashing became weaker and weaker. She had never known a more powerful man in her life, but even Anon’s strength couldn’t resist the dark magicks in this demon’s employ. In no time at all, he was slumped in the chair, covered in sweat, gasping for every breath. The runes in his crown were growing dim.

The demon, smiling, dragged a nail up the length of the barbarian’s Anon. “Now, now. There’s no need to fight,” she cooed.

Anon shivered as the nail made its way up his arm, across his shoulder and to his neck. He tensed, but quickly relaxed, doing his best to sit back up. No doubt he was expecting to be killed, and wished to die with some amount of honor. Unfortunately for him, there was no honor amongst demon kind.

Sunset placed a finger under his chin. Leaning down, she tilted his head up. Twilight felt her heart leap to her throat when she realized what she was about to do.

“I-I cast magic missile!”

“I use my legendary action to dispel your dispel at the ninth level.”

A lance of golden light appeared in front of Twilight. With a prayer, she sent it toward the demon. It flew faster than any arrow shot from any bow, flew straighter than the truth, and with the power of one beloved by the Goddess. All it took was a flick of her tail and Sunset batted it away. It exploded in a shower of sparks, and Twilight could only let out a cry of anguish.

The demon pressed her nose against Anon’s, looking deeply into his eyes. “There’s no need for all of this fussing,” she continued, her voice taking on a bassy, sickeningly seductive tone to it. “Why not just relax~”

Her green eyes flashed for a moment. Anon’s eyes flashed the same green. His crown cracked, falling to the ground without warning in a flash of magic. The barbarian jerked, then went limp. He would have slumped forward, had Sunset not continued to keep his head held up.

“No, no, no! Anon! You need to fight! Fight it!” Twilight screamed.

She could only watch as Anon’s eyes slowly opened. There was none of the usual fury or animal-like intensity on his face that she had come to know since she started traveling with him. His eyes were dull, and he was looking up at the Succubus like some sort of lost puppy.

Sunset chuckled. “Am I not the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen?” she asked.

Slowly, Anon nodded.

“Say it,” the demon demanded.

“You are the most beautiful creature that I’ve ever seen,” he replied, his voice monotone and lifeless.

“You’ll do anything for me, correct?”

“Yes.”

“As of this point, I’m your entire world. Your devotion to me is completely absolute?”

“Yes.”

Twilight thrashed against her restraints, her mind facing. There had to be something that she could do. A spell, a cantrip. Was there something near her that she could use? A rock, some part of her nightgown, the earth beneath the chair?

Sunset, ignoring her for the moment, cupped the barbarians face with both hands. In the blink of an eye, the bindings that had held Anon were gone. The man made no move to so much as lift a finger, still staring into her eyes.

“You love me?” she whispered, her grin revealing a pair of long, sharp canines.

“More than anything,” Anon replied.

The chuckle that filled the room made Twilight’s heart skip a beat.

“Then, I command you to show me how you properly love your everything, mortal, ” she said.

Anon’s body jerked as if struck by a thunderbolt. Some light reappeared back into those fierce eyes of his. He reached out, grabbing the demon by her hips and pulling her into his lap.

“Anon! Can you hear me? Please, I know you can. You need to fight this! The demon is controlling you! Anon? ANON!”

Twilight attempted to push herself backwards. If she were lucky, this chair was flimsy enough that it would break. If not, perhaps the motion of her falling over would be enough to get the demon away from her party member. Domination was a powerful spell, but she knew Anon. If he had some time, even just a minute or so, she knew he’d be able to free himself from the magical influence, then he’d do what he did best and rip Sunset to pieces with his bare hands.

It was, of course, a forlorn hope.

She barely managed to push the chair up an inch before the restraints around her waist shifted. Twilight felt them snaking down toward her legs. She let out a cry, trying to kick up hard, but it was too late. The bindings wrapped around her legs, forcing them out in front of her.

“No, no, nonononono…”

Anon had his face pressed into the demon’s bosom. He was murmuring something, his hands sliding up and down her back. Sunset cooed, running a hand through his hair as her tail slipped underneath his loincloth.

“Don’t you DARE hurt him!” Twilight shouted.

Sunset looked over her shoulder, looking as if she had forgotten Twilight had been just behind her.

“Hurt him? I’d never hurt him, you silly girl,” she said. “Now just sit back. Let your new master show you a thing or two…”

The loincloth was lifted. Twilight caught a glimpse of skin before she turned away, her face becoming warm.

“Get off him,” she muttered. “Stop doing t-that.”

“Aw, has the young savior never seen a manhood before? How… sweet. You’d think the sisters of your order would wish you to be knowledgeable in all things.”

“What you wish for isn't knowledge, demon. It’s lust.”

“Hah! Well, I suppose you’re right in that.”

There was the sound of something being unzipped, followed by a thud that echoed throughout the cave. With a cry, Twilight swung her head around to see what the demon was up to know, only to freeze. Sunset had taken off all of her clothing. She was bare, save a thin leather choker wrapped around her neck.

All thought of horror and outrage disappeared, and Twilight should do nothing but stare at the bewitching beauty before her. The warmth throughout her body that she had almost successfully quelled once again flared up. She squirmed in her chair as best as she could rubbing her thighs together.

Sunset sat herself squarely in Anon’s lap, using his broad shoulders as support. The barbarian’s hands were no longer stroking her back. They were possessively wrapped around her middle, holding her close. Had Anon been right of mind, at this point he would have simply snapped the demon’s back as if it were a twig. Instead, spellbound as he was, he leaned forward and planted a kiss right on her dark brown nipple.

Twilight let out a sudden explosive exhale through her nose. She watched as he did it again, and again. Sunset giggled with each kiss, grinding herself against his lap. All the while, her tail continued to keep Anon’s loincloth lifted, exposing the man to Twilight, who found it increasingly difficult not to take a peek.

In the light Anon’s tongue was just visible as it slipped out of his mouth and licked up the length of Sunset’s sternum. The demon let out a heavy breath, biting her lower lip. She pressed her boobs together using her biceps, bouncing them in Anon’s face. He responded by licking every inch of tanned flesh that he could reach. Sunset giggled and growled, looking down at the barbarian intently, a blush on her face.

“There’s a good boy. Oh, gosh, just like that~... Remember the te-ETH!”

In no time at all, the demon’s chest and neck were shiny with spit. Sunset had stopped her grinding, her belly heaving. There was a noticeable sheen of sweat on her face, and she was beginning to pant. Anon had as much of a breast stuffed into his mouth as he could fit, and was noisily licking and sucking. He was cupping the other breast with a hand, rolling her nipple between a finger and thumb. A particularly hard twist wrung a whine out of the Succubus, who grabbed Anon’s face with both hands and pulled him into a kiss.

There was another flash of green as their tongues slipped out to meet each other. Sunset’s quickly coiled around Anon’s before their lips touched. Twilight had seen kissing; certainly read about it in a saucy novel or two that some sisters at the chantry had hidden underneath their beds, but she had never known anything like this. It looked as if they were trying to eat each other, growling and groaning into each others’ mouths. There was so much movement, so much sound, so much spit. Animals would do something like this, not Goddess fearing folks!

A smell began to fill the air, making Twilight’s nose scrunch up. It was the scent of sweat mixed with something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Whatever it was, it was heady, slightly sweet, and made the warmth flowing through her body just that much hotter. Despite herself, her gaze wandered from their faces to more southward areas.

That tail was still lifting Anon’s loincloth, but there wasn’t any need for it to do so. The barbarians penis had become swollen and engorged. It no longer sat limply against his leg, instead sticking proudly up into the air. Anon was a large and powerful man, and his member was no exception.

As Sunset leaned back to catch her breath, that manhood slid right between her buttcheeks, the red, leaking tip pressing up against the base of her tail.

“Oh, hello there,” she cooed, wiggling her butt.

Anon grunted, reaching down with his large, scarred hands. His fingers dug into her round bottom, spreading her cheeks apart. With a chuckle, Sunset continued her grinding, pulling the barbarian into another savagely lewd kiss.

Twilight found herself panting. Reaching into her bodice, she pulled out another twenty-sided dice. Anon was dominated, and Sunset was busy enjoying herself, so she didn’t see why she couldn’t take her turn. Rolling it in her palm, she tossed it. She was a tad overeager, and threw it harder than she meant to, meaning that the dice rolled just out of view.

“Darnit,” she mumbled to herself, leaning forward in her chair, trying to see what she had rolled.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?”

Twilight looked up. To her alarm, she saw that Sunset was standing just a few feet from her, arms crossed, her thighs slick. A spell sprung from her lips in an instant. A fireball formed from nothing and flew toward the demon. Sunset casually backhanded it away. The next spell was a jet of water that erupted from a spot right next to her chair. Sunset just tilted her head to the side, allowing the water to miss her completely.

“I thought you were enjoying the show,” Sunset said with a pout. “You were squirming quite a bit there.”

On her last few spell slots, but determined not to go down without one heck of a fight, Twilight opened her mouth for one last spell. Before she could even utter a single syllable, the demon plopped herself right in her lap.

“W-W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” she demanded, reeling back.

“Maybe you were just a little jealous?” Sunset mused, ignoring the question completely. “Well, as I am a gracious host, I’ll give you some attention.”

She placed her hands on Twilight’s shoulders. Twilight, too stunned to do more than gap and blush, allowed it to happen. Then, without warning, her face was forced into Sunset’s breasts.

The first thing that Twilight noticed was the wetness. Anon’s saliva still coated the demon’s entire chest. The warmth of her body followed; an unnatural, otherworldly, seductively soothing warmth.

A cloud fell on the young woman’s mind. Was this really so bad? Why couldn’t she just calm herself? Relax? Just enjoy what was happening?

The smell of vanilla and magic tickled her nose, bringing her somewhat out of her stupor. She growled, forcing herself to look up from between that admittedly lovely rack to glare at the demon. Sunset stared right back, all smiles. The two continued to stare for what felt like ten minutes when Twilight, at a loss of what to do, did the only thing she could. With a mighty battlecry, she reared her head back and bit down on Sunset’s boob as hard as she could.

“Twi?”

“Yeah?”

“Whatcha doin’ there?”

“Biting you.”

“Sexually?”

“No, for an attack.”

“...What’s the max damage on a normal human bite?”

“It’s one-D six plus my strength. Which is minus one.”

“You know I halve all physical attacks right? And I have 200 hp?”

“I have to try something Sunset!”

“Alrighty. Lets see your dumb roll…”

“Let me get my d-six.”

Twilight’s teeth sunk into the supple flesh. She bit so hard that her jaw ached. Sunset didn’t so much as flinch.

“You are very spunky, mortal,” she said, pushing a stray lock of hair out from Twilight’s face and pushing it behind the ear. “That’s why you’ll make sure a wonderful pet.”

She wrapped her arms around Twilight’s head and buried her face into her hair. The young woman once again found herself deep between a pair of soft breasts. She let out a long, low whine, her toes curling as Sunset held her close. The warmth filling her body was becoming overwhelming. She weakly pulled against her restraints, rubbing her thighs together.

Twilight tried holding her breath, but the demon’s intoxicating scent seemed to invade her mouth and nostrils. She relaxed in her arms, feeling her mind once again begin to drift. The nightgown that she wore, usually so light and comfortable, being of fine elven make, now felt heavy, coarse, and uncomfortably hot. It was getting hard to breathe, especially with Sunset holding her like this. She needed to get comfortable; if she was comfortable again she’d be able to think clearly, and if she was able to do that she might be able to get Anon and herself out of this mess. Which meant, of course, she needed to strip.

She mumbled something. When Sunset just continued to hold onto her and sniff her hair she cleared her throat and mumbled a little louder. The demon let go of her and leaned back so she could look down at her with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re getting my gown all dirty, you filthy demon!” Twilight blurted out, blinking a bead of sweat out of her eye.

“It seems that way, huh?” Sunset said, reaching up to grope one of Twilight’s tits. “All those fluids are really making this stick to you. Elven stuff is well-made, but just a bit of water and all their clothing is practically see through. I mean, I can see a cute, hard little nipple right there to pinch.”

Twilight’s breathing hitched as the demon squeezed her breast hard.

“Hmm~ What a sinfully big set of tits you seem to have, oh chosen of the Goddess,” Sunset said before pushing herself out of Twilight’s lap and standing up. “As downright divine you look in that gown, I really must see what’s underneath it. Come on, up you go.”

The queen snapped her fingers. Twilight found herself forced into a standing position. Her restraints were no longer around her middle. With another snap of her fingers, she found herself frozen in place.

Sunset turned her back to her, walking over to Anon. The barbarian was standing there as if glued to the floor. His arms were hung limply at his sides as he swayed back and forth, his expression dull. Sunset sauntered around him, untying his loincloth and allowing it to drop to the floor. His manhood still jutted out proudly in front of him, freely leaking a clear fluid onto the floor in front of him.

“Oh, brave and mighty hero,” the demon said, running a hand up the length of Anon’s arm. “There’s a helpless maiden that needs your help undressing. Be a dear and help her, won’t you?”

The barbarian reacted without hesitation. In two strides he stood in front of Twilight, staring down at her with those dull eyes.

“Anon?” Twilight whispered, forcing the word out.

He placed his hands on her hips, grabbing two fists full of fabric.

“Roll dexterity for me, please.”

“...What?”

“Roll for dexterity to see if you can get the nightgown off me.”

“Twilight, for god’s sake, my dicks out. Can’t we just--”

“Anon.”

“Alright. Fine.”

“I’ll give you advantage, since I can’t move.”

“Thank you. First roll is a… two.”

“A failure.”

“I figured, smarty pants. The second is… another fucking two.”

Anon pawed at her nightgown, but couldn’t manage to lift the fabric past her ankle. Twilight had no idea if it was the domination that was making his motor skills so sluggish, or that the barbarian was trying even now to fight the spell’s effects.

“Here, babe, you can use my dice. Twilight must have done something funny with the one she gave you.”

“You know I’d never do something like weigh my dice, Sunset.”

“Yeah, yeah. Here, just roll something high enough that we can start actually fucking this dork.”

Anon smiled at Sunset, taking the dice from her. He looked down at it, blowing on it for good luck before rolling it around in his palm.

“What are you setting for the AC or whatever to beat undressing you?” he demanded from a very pleased looking Twilight.

“It’s really low, I promise. Just a seven.”

“I get a plus two for dex, so that should--COMEONDOIT!”

With a cry, Anon tossed the dice. It spun through the air, bouncing toward Sunset. The red-haired woman watched as the dice rolled right to her feet, the number one staring back up at her.

“What did he get, Sunset?” Twilight asked.

Sunset looked at Twilight, then at Anon, who was staring at her with a pained expression. Twilight might have been as blind as a bat, even with those glasses of hers, but Sunset didn’t doubt that she could see what he had just rolled. She couldn’t even begin to think what would happen if one critically failed to take off another person’s clothes. Knowing Twilight, it’d probably be ridiculous.

“He got a ten,” she said slowly, pushing the dice behind her with a foot. “Anon, start taking Twi’s clothes off right now before I scream. Please.”

A shiver ran through the barbarian.. With time, though with still some effort, he pulled Twilight’s nightgown over her head, ignoring the woman’s shout in protest. Balling up the fine elven fabric, he tossed it away. Twilight desperately wished to cover herself, but her body still refused to listen to her. She could only bite her bottom lip and stand there, her face becoming hot.

Both the barbarian and Succubus eyed her. Her skin was pale, with an odd mark here and there but mostly without blemish. Twilight had somewhat of a belly, and a respectable bottom with a nice set of legs. Being as she had traveled all through the land--i.e., she was too busy at work--a purple mound of pubic hair sat between her legs. She would have been nothing more than an average looking priestess, if not for what sat up on her chest.

Two large, round, full breasts hung for all to see. They were noticeably bigger than Sunset’s, who had a chest that she was awfully proud of. Her bras said that she was an E-cup, but Anon had always insisted that they were bigger. Somehow, through chemical means, scientific experiments that Twilight told no one about, or just plain or genetics, there was almost no sag in those breasts either. There would also never be any sagging, if what Twilight said and if her mother was any indication. Her areolas, while on the larger side, still looked perfectly sized for her chest, both nipples poking out both from the chill and the woman’s excitement.

Not for the first time when looking at her, both Sunset and Anon seemed to go into a stupor. They weren’t just staring at her chest either. She could plainly see their eyes wandering all over her body with just as much hunger. It always made her smile seeing them stare like that. It made her feel sexy; like she was some supermodel and not some regular dork.

She loudly cleared her throat, breaking them out of the spell she held over them. Sunset looked over to Anon, who then gestured to her. The red-haired woman frowned, the gears in her head churning, before her face lit up.

“And there we are,” she said, spreading her arms out wide. “My goodness, just look at you. They really know how to grow ‘em in the chantry, don’t they?”

“Y-You perverts,” Twilight said, covering her groin and chest with her hands as best as she could, forgetting for a moment that she wasn’t supposed to be able to move. “I swear by the Goddess I’ll make sure you see her light very soon, demon.”

The demon ignored her, moving in close. She leaned forward, planting a kiss on Twilight’s collarbone. Twilight bit her bottom lip, her face scrunching up as Sunset placed her hands underneath the woman’s breasts. She bounced them in her hands.

“Holy fuck do I love these things,” she mumbled, leaning down to wrap her lips around a nipple.

Twilight let out a yelp. One of her hands shot up, grabbing the back of Sunset’s head as the other woman gave her nipple a hard suck. She grabbed a fistful of hair, and pushed her in close, before remembering that she wasn’t supposed to be able to move. Reluctantly, she removed her hand and forced it back to her side. Sunset, her eyes closed, didn’t seem to notice as she brought a hand up and began playing with the other boob.

She watched Sunset have her fun for a few moments before looking up. Anon had somehow walked right up to them without her noticing, and was staring down at her with a wolfish grin. It took a few tries, especially when Sunset started biting, but Twilight eventually managed to focus her gaze on him.

“A-Anon, is there anything y-you want to--”

She wasn’t able to finish her sentence as his lips crashed into hers, followed by a tongue slipping into her mouth.

Twilight sent a desperate plea to the Goddess for some sort of help, some strength that would see her through this night, but all she received was silence. She was a sister of the chantry, pure as snow, and here she was being defiled by a monster and one of her closest companions. She could feel the demon’s tongue lapping at her chest, her razor-like fangs grazing her sensitive flesh. Anon, meanwhile, was attempting to stick his tongue down her throat as if she were a tavern wench. She tried batting his tongue away with her own, but that only seemed to invigorate the barbarian.

The heat was unbearable now. Had she control of her body, Twilight’s knees might have buckled from it. She had never, in all of her life, felt this horny before. It almost made her want to scream. She could feel it erode what little willpower she had left to fight.

She began to reciprocate the kiss. Being it was her first, with a man at least, it was clumsy. She mostly just poked at the barbarian’s tongue while attempting to pucker her lips.

A hand grazed her thigh as she felt a bead of drool fall from her mouth and onto her chest. Panting into Anon’s mouth, she tried to look down to see who was touching her. The barbarian, it seemed, didn’t like that, as he immediately placed a hand under her chin, tilted her head up, and kissed her even more fiercely.

“Hmmmm~!”

Sunset’s lips left her breasts, slick with spit and aching from the groping and biting. Twilight could just hear her giggle before kissing her belly. A bolt of lightning raced down her body toward her groin. She tensed, groaning into her party member’s mouth. That hand dug into the tender flesh of her thigh, forcing her to widen her stance while the demon planted kisses lower and lower down her body.

With one last great feat of will power, Twilight tilted her head back and broke the kiss. Even though her body was not under her command, she could still feel it shaking. Her head was spinning, and no matter how hard she breathed she found that she couldn’t fill her lungs up with enough air. She looked up at Anon desperately.

“Anon… Please…. Fight,” she begged.

The Succubus pressed her face into Twilight’s bush. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth to tease her clit. Anon just stared at her, no recognition in his eyes as he reached up to fondle her tits. Twilight’s hips bucked, and she let out a low hiss.

“Ohhhhhhhh my gosh…”

She lifted herself up onto her tippy toes, shutting her eyes tightly while Sunset, wasting no time, slipped her tongue into her. Twilight’s hands balled into fists, feeling it wiggling around. As that happened, Anon was pinching and twisting her nipples while kissing the nape of her neck, leaving the poor woman beside herself.

Sunset let out a groan, a hand slipping down between her legs to see to her very neglected womanhood. As silly as this whole thing was to her, she still found herself becoming rather hot and bothered. As she licked and kissed and nuzzled Twilight’s pussy, she could see Anon’s dick bobbing a few inches from her cheek. Her eyes drank in the now purplish, leaking mushroom tip, the veins that ran the length of the shaft.

The “demon” let out a whine, her hips bucking against her hand as she licked Twilight’s arousal off her lips. Rubbing the tip of her nose against the other woman’s clit, making her lean forward with a squeal, Sunset tapped on Anon’s thigh. Sucking on Twilight’s bottom lip, he looked down at her. Sunset pointed at his junk, then at her cheek. When he just stared at her in confusion, she lightly smacked her cheek with a hand then batted her eyelashes at him. Anon rolled his eyes but, a second later, he swung his hips around, causing his penis to hit her cheek with a loud smack.

Sunset shuddered, feeling a spurt of her own cum leak from between her working fingers and hit the carpet below.

“T-Thank y-you…”

Magic no longer held Twilight in place. The woman realized that when she found herself stroking her barbarian’s arm as they kissed. She could move now; she was free. Had she the will for it, she might even be able to save herself and the others for whatever fate awaited them.

Twilight reached up with a hand. She still had a sixth level spell left. Lightning Bolt, or Thunderclap, or maybe even Piercing Shatter would, at the very least, buy her some time and maybe even damage the demon. Her hand raised up…

…And grabbed the queen by the back of her head, forcing her face and that otherworldly tongue deeper into her.

“Yessss… take it you demon f-filth,” she mumbled, eyes rolling in her skull.

Spells and faith were currently the furthest things from her mind. The demon king may as well not have existed. There, in a damp, dark cave, she was feeling things that she had never felt before in her life. She wanted, no needed, to go further.

Without thinking, she reached down with her other hand, grabbing Anon’s penis. It was so thick that she could barely get her fingers around it. Even in his stupor, Anon twitched at her touch, stucking in a lungful of air around her nipple in his surprise. A sick thrill filled her when she heard that sound. She bit her bottom lip, giving the shaft a stroke. The penis throbbed in her hand, and she watched as a spurt of cum shot out of his tip and hit the demon’s cheek. Sunset didn’t seem to notice, orally pleasing her with vigor.

“Anon,” Twilight said.

Anon looked up to see the dork staring up at him with half-lidded eyes. Her mouth was open, and he could see her tongue hanging out. A shiver ran up the length of her body. Sunset tensed as the grip around her hair tightened considerably, though she continued her licking and kissing. Twilight was taking deep, slow breaths, her belly heaving as she struggled to stay standing.

“Ohgosh. Oh my g-goodness,” she whispered, humping the other woman’s face like her life depended on it. “I’m just so… It’s… A-Anon. I need you to…”

The man didn’t need further prompting. Releasing the tit, he stood up to his full height. He looked into Twilight’s far-off, pleasure filled face. Thinking for a second or two, he reached up, carefully tilted her head to the side to expose her neck. Then, as quick as a snake, he leaned down and bit her. Hard.

Twilight went ramrod stiff, her eyes growing huge. Anon, still latched onto her neck, quickly reached down and began to rub her clit with a thumb. There was a moment of worry when her grip on his dingaling tightened considerably, but then, almost without warning, Twilight went limp.

Anon could hear her inhale, and feel her body heat up noticeably. He had to snake a hand around her butt to keep her shaking form upright. Though he didn’t see it--this time at least--Twilight shut her eyes tight and her mouth opened in a wordless cry as she found her release.

Sunset, a tad surprised that the girl had gotten off so quickly, nevertheless welcomed the treat. She lapped up what she could, and allowed the rest to coat her face and neck. She licked all through Twilight’s orgasm, only stopping when she felt her weakly trying to pull her from between her legs with a hand.

“Whatcha doin’ down there, Sunny? Twi’s usually harder than that to crack. You use some of your horse magic or something?”

It took a few moments for Sunset to catch her breath. She pumped her fingers in and out of herself a few more times before, with just a tad of regret, pulled them free.

“If she keeps squirming and moaning I swear none of us are getting any sleep tonight.”

She eyed Anon’s cock. Staring up at the man, she leaned over and cleaned the precum off his tip with a few teasing slurps. She opened her mouth wide, intending to take him into her mouth, but stopped short. She’d be able to play with him properly later. Right now they needed to focus on Twilight.

“Here, give me a hand. This carpet is so hard on my gosh darn knees…”

The world was blurry for the chosen of the Goddess. Were it not for the barbarian, she would not have been able to keep standing. She was leaning against him, her cheek pressed against his bare, sweaty chest. Her glasses sat on the very tip of her nose, just a hair's breadth from falling. She still held onto the barbarian’s penis as if it were the only thing keeping her on this plane. The afterglow of her orgasm still pulsed in her veins.

Twilight’s eyes were able to focus just as the demon rose to her feet. She could see her face was a ruin of sweat, spit, and cum. Instead of dampening the fire in her belly, the sight only fueled it. Weakly, she reached out to the Succubus. Sunset, with a laugh, stepped away from them.

“Slave, pick this one up,” she said with a hand gesture. “She’s had a woman’s touch. Now it’s your turn.”

Before Twilight could process her words, Anon scooped her up into his arms like she was a sack of flour.

“W-Wait,” she murmured, weakly squirming. “Anon…”

The snapping of a finger rang out in the cave. Twilight looked away from the barbarian to see a bed just a few feet away. It looked almost like the one she had fallen asleep in back at that inn, though much bigger. Sunset was already sitting on the bed, grinning from ear to ear. She tapped an empty space right next to her.

“No…”

Anon, walking over, sat her right down on the edge of the bed. Holding her by her hips with large, scarred hands, no expression on his face. Sunset, with a laugh, leaned forward so Twilight could see her staring cruelly down at her.

“Make her first time memorable,” she commanded. “Fuck her until she’s a screaming, howling mess. Take that big dick and break her with it.”

She reached down, pinching one of Twilight’s nipples. Anon, meanwhile, laid his manhood over top of the woman’s pussy. He thrust his hips forward, sliding his tip up toward her belly.

“Knock her up. Make her your whore.”

Light once again came to Anon’s eyes. With it came an insatiable hunger. Twilight let out a whimper as she felt fingers dig harshly into the tender flesh of her hips. He pulled his hips back, sliding his manhood down the length of her slit until his tip was hovering right above her entrance--

“Love you.”

Twilight frowned, looking up at Anon. “Hey, no breaking character.”

Anon smiled. “We’ve been breaking character pretty much since we’ve stepped into the bedroom, Twi.”

Sunset, chuckling to herself, leaned over to take the glasses off the other woman’s face. She kissed Twilight on the tip of the nose, which, admittedly, made frowning harder, but the dork gave it her best attempt.

“Love you,” Anon repeated, leaning down to give her a peck on the lips.

Twilight sighed, forcing down a smile. She reached up and cupped his face, pulling him into a quick kiss.

“I love you too,” she replied. “Both of you. You’re the best a girl could ask for, and I’m going to make it up to you for doing this with me. Now, please get back to raping me.”

“Raping?”

“It’s just make-pretend, dummy. Now, be rough. I really want you to give it to me, alright? Sunset, I’d love it if you grabbed my arms and held them up over my head… Yep, just like that.”

Twilight gasped as she felt the tip of the barbarian’s penis press against her womanhood. Her back arched as the crown spread her lips. Above her, Anon let out a savage snarl.

“A-Anon… I--”

In one smooth, hard thrust, Anon slammed himself into her. There was a flash of pain, and the unfamiliar sensation of complete fullness. A choked, wet noise escaped Twilight’s lips as she stared dumbfounded into the barbarina’s face. All she had was a second before he was pulling back, slowly sliding what felt like a tree trunk out of her. She uselessly dug her heels into the bed, toes curling.

Anon let out a snort. The dull expression on his face morphed into pleasure as Twilight began clenching around him. He pulled back until just his fat, apple-like cockhead was inside of her, and then he pressed forward at a much more reserved speed.

Twilight let out a whimper when he was once again buried to the hilt. As Anon ground his hips against hers, she realized she could feel his cock throbbing. This time, as he pulled back, she let out a moan.

With each thrust, the barbarian seemed to grow more confident. His pace increased, and with it came sound. A rhythmic, wet, sinfully lewd slapping sound filled Twilight’s ears, though she could barely hear it over the pounding of her own heart. She could not move, could not fight as this man fucked her like some common street harlot. With each throb, she could almost feel his precum filling her up, mixing with her own fluids that were coating both their groins. Anon changed the angle of his thrust ever so slightly. His cockhead slid along her vaginal wall, and then a flash of white hot pleasure hit her.

“O-Oh my gosh… Fuck!”

“Ohoho~ Looks like someone found the g-spot,” the demon, somewhere to her left. “Keep doing that, slave.”

There was a fingersnap. Anon grinned savagely, his hands leaving Twilight’s hips to grab her breasts. Squeezing the mounds of flesh, he began to fuck her even harder and faster, making sure to hit that exact spot with each thrust. Twilight howled, thrashing like she had been hit by a bolt of lightning, the pleasure making her eyes cross. Her legs wrapped around the barbarian to keep him from pulling out. His hips a blur, the Anon leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

“Golly, just look at her. She really is worked up today, huh?” Sunset muttered to no one in particular.

She rubbed her slick thighs together, just watching the two fuck like rabbits. From the expression on Anon’s face, she could tell the big guy was about to lose it. Twilight was right around the bend too, but she’d probably need a little push for her finish line. Sunset leaned back, staring up at their ceiling as the dork began to mumble incoherently while Anon squeezed her tits. After a few moments of thought, an idea came to mind.

The woman grinned, letting go of Twilight’s arms, she crawled over to Anon, who was trying his hardest to rearrange Twilight’s guts and listening to her very vocal encouragement. Trying not to cackle like some crazy woman, she leaned down toward his ear.

“Hey, just so you know, she’s not on birth control.”

Anon sucked in a breath, his eyes wide. Sunset watched as he hilted Twilight--who let out a yelp in surprise. His hands left her boobs and snapped to her hips, fingers digging into her skin. Sunset had just enough time to reach between his legs and cup his balls as he began to unload into the woman, his hips making quick, jerky movements as he let out a girlish squeal. Twilight, her eyes growing bigger than his, let out a squeal of her own. Her legs around him tightened, and Sunset watched as her flush, sweat-soaked body began twitching and shaking. Sunset, gently massaging Anon’s sack, used her other hand to pinch Twilight’s nipple as the two rode out their orgasms.

With a few more half-thrusts, much of the tension left Anon’s body. Panting, he let go of a still twitching Twilight to give Sunset a dirty look. She just playfully stuck her tongue out at him. Anon leaned down and whispered something to Twilight. The barely there woman whispered something back, kissing his cheek. It took some effort, with Twilight’s legs still wrapped around his middle in a death grip, but he was eventually able to pull back, allowing his softening cock to slip out of the woman. Sunset watched as Twilight’s pussy clenched, and a stream of cum soon followed. With a tired grunt, Anon rolled off of Twilight.

Sunset was quick to take up the space that he left behind, kissing Twilight deeply, a hand snaking down between her legs.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked, slipping two fingers into her still leaking slit.

“Uh-huh,” Twilight replied, eyes unfocused.

Sunset watched as her eyes slipped closed, which was quickly followed by quiet snoring. While Twilight could usually out-distance both her and Anon when it came to stamina, she never was able to go more than a round or two before crashing. Anon liked to joke that she was a long distance runner, but not one for marathons. Pulling her fingers out of her now sleeping girlfriend, Sunset examined the cum on her fingers before slipping them into her mouth and sucking hungrily.

As fun as this all was, she still hadn’t gotten off yet. Her and Anon could probably go for the rest of the night if she was smart. First, she’d need to get him hard again.

With one last fond glance at Twilight, Sunset attempted to locate their boyfriend. To her surprise, Anon was no longer on their bed. Instead, he was crouched down a few feet away, mumbling to himself.

Curious, Sunset crawled off the bed and made her way behind him. Leaning over him, she peered down to see what he was so fixated on. It was their twenty-sided dice. Anon had collected all three of them and was rolling them over and over again, becoming more and more frustrated with each roll.

“Two, two, one. Three, four, five. Seven, one, two. What the fuck is wrong with these dice?!”

Sunset cleared her throat. When Anon looked up at her she gave him her most seductive look. “Roll for fucking my brains out. Two or higher is a critical success,” she said.

He looked at the dice in his hand. He frowned as hard as Sunset had ever seen, and gave all three dice a toss.

One, one, one.

Anon jumped to his feet. “Fuck these busted dice!

The (Not So Real) Housewives

Things were a little bit different for Sunset as a newlywed. It was as if something had been switched on in her brain. There was a sense of security and a sense of purpose that she now felt from the moment she woke up to the moment she laid her head down to sleep. Food tasted better, and colors were more vibrant. She did not walk around anymore, she glided.

When she woke up, her hubby was already gone. As much as she would have loved waking up next to him she knew someone needed to support this young family of theirs. She knew Anon worked himself to the bone for herself and Twilight. Long hours, short nights, more crawling through the door than walking. It was man’s work, and a man’s duty to be done without complaint she knew, but even so she was grateful beyond words for what he did for them.

Light was just beginning to peer through the window of their bedroom. As Sunset laid there, warm and comfortable, she could still smell her hubby in the sheets. With a sleepy murmur, she nuzzled her face into her pillow, imagining that he was still in bed with her. Those strong, big, rugged hands holding her close against him, something nice and fat poking her bottom…

Rubbing her face, the woman slowly sat up. She yawned, blinking slowly as she scanned the room. There was a lot to do today, as was the case most days, but she had to start with possibly one of the most difficult tasks of the day. She looked to her left to see Twilight still dead to the world, a bead of drool running down her mouth as she snored. The blanket covering the two had fallen down her side, leaving a large, round tit exposed for all to see.

Sunset licked her lips at the sight of a pink nipple hard from the cool morning air just a foot away. She cleared her throat, leaning over and placing a hand on the other woman’s shoulder.

“Twi? Twilight. You need to get up so we can start cleaning,” she whispered, barely giving her a nudge. “Get up. If you don’t then I guess I’ll have to start playing with your tits till you do. I mean really just tear into those puppies. Don’t make me do it, Twi… I’ll do it, I swear…”

She rolled onto her belly, doing her best not to shift their blanket. Her eyes never left Twilight’s glorious mounds as she crawled over to her. When she was close enough that she could feel the dork’s body heat, she opened her mouth and moved her head toward the closest nipple. The tip of her tongue had just made contact when Twilight sprung her trap.

There was a cry. The blanket flew up into the air. A pair of hands grabbed Sunset’s head and yanked her forward. It all happened so suddenly that it took the woman a few moments to realize that she was face-deep in the greatest pair of breasts this side of the portal.

“And what did you think you were doing?” Twilight asked, staring down at her.

It was difficult trying to look innocent, especially since Sunset couldn’t help but motorboat Twilight’s boobs, but she did try her best. “I was just trying to wake you up.”

“Wake me up?”

“Yep. That’s it.”

“Not ‘tear into my puppies’, like I heard you say?”

Twilight rolled them both over so the nerd was straddling her stomach. Sunset was a pretty strong woman, but in this position she wasn’t sure she’d be able to get Twi off her. While she wasn’t against a little co-wife roughhousing, there was a gleam in Twilight’s that she didn’t care for.

“You might have just been hearing things,” she said.

Twilight chuckled. She pressed Sunset’s nose against her sternum, and for a glorious moment she was completely engulfed in tit-flesh. Sunset couldn’t help but go limp, her eyes fluttering as she took in the scent of the peach soap that Twilight liked to use. As wonderful as it was, it ended far too soon when the dork let go of her and she fell backward, her head hitting her pillow. She stared up at Twilight, dazed. The other woman stared back, her arms crossed.

“I think I should tell Anon you didn’t want to keep your hands to yourself this morning,” she said. “Again.”

A trill of panic made Sunset gasp.

“Now, there’s no need to do that, Twi,” she said with a weak smile. “Like I said, I was just trying to wake you up. There wasn’t any funny business--”

“He could make you sit in the corner when he gets home,” Twilight interrupted, glancing down at her nails. “I could have him all to myself tonight if I say the right things…”

The panic grew.

“That’s not fair, Twilight!”

“Well, you shouldn’t go trying to molest people when they’re sleeping, you pervert.”

“I… I was just gonna do it a little bit.”

Twilight giggled. She leaned down, getting so close to Sunset that their noses were nearly touching.

“Our husband is the only one that can play with these boobs without asking,” she said, rubbing her mounds against Sunset’s, who had to bite her bottom lip to keep from making any noise. “You don’t have that privilege. I don’t go sitting on your face whenever I feel like it because I’m a little hot when I wake up, do I?”

“...No…”

“Exactly,” Twilight said, reaching down to boop her nose. “So, that means you get punished, right?”

Sunset swallowed. Looking away from Twilight, she gave a small nod.

The nerd smiled. “Great,” she said, rolling off her.

Sunset couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she reached into the nightstand by the bed and began rooting around. One of her hands reached up for a smack, but stopped at the last moment and placed it onto her chest. She was already in enough trouble; no need to keep poking the bear.

“Ah-huh! There we are!”

Sitting up, Twilight showed her what she was holding. In one hand was a remote with some buttons and a nob. In the other was a small bullet vibrator. This was the main tool of punishment in the house, something that Sunset was very familiar with. It was a thing that she both loved and loathed in equal measure, and a thing that Twilight really knew how to use.

A hiss escaped her when she saw it. She looked up at Twilight pleadingly, but there was no mercy in the other woman’s eyes. She just stared back, with a grin, wiggling the vibrator before her thumb and forefinger.

It took almost a minute, but Sunset was able to gather enough courage to sit up. She took the little bullet out of Twilight’s hands and, staring down at it with a sigh, quickly stuffed it into her mouth. Plastic and the barest hint of soap tickled her taste buds as she swirled it around her mouth, trying to lube it up as much as possible.

Twilight lifted a hand and placed it right in front of her. “Let me have it,” she said, in the tone one would use for a dog.

A shiver ran up the length of Sunset’s spine. She opened her mouth, allowing the now spit-soaked bullet to fall into the woman’s hand. Twilight wiped some saliva from her lip, then reached up to pat the top of her head with her free hand.

“Good mare,” she said. “Now lie back and let me put it in you. Then we can finally start with the chores.

There was nothing sensual about Twilight putting the vibrator into her. She quickly pushed Sunset’s panties out of the way and pushed it into her without ceremony. Even so, it was hard not to make any sound as Sunset felt the toy bump against a particularly sensitive spot inside of her. She bit her bottom lip and grabbed the sheets. To her credit, she didn’t even make a peep, even when Twilight turned on the bullet to see if the battery was fully charged.

“Alrighty! Now get your lazy butt up,” Twilight said, slapping her bare thigh before hopping out of the bed. “You keep that bullet in. I’ll be checking throughout the day.”

“T-The day?!”

“Yep, up until Anon gets home. I’ll take it out then.”

“But that’s not until t-tonight!”

“Oh I know. Now, be a good little filly and make that bed. I’m going to go brush my teeth.”

All smiles, Twilight turned on her heel and made her way to their bathroom. Sunset, red-faced and thoroughly humiliated, slowly climbed out of bed and stood on shaky legs. Her legs barely touched the nice wooden floors when she felt the bullet being switched on. The setting was low, but nevertheless it took some considerable effort for Sunset not to sink to her knees.

“O-Oh f-fuck~...”

Hips bucking, she used the edge of the bed as support. The setting was turned to high without warning, making her eyes cross, before once again returning to low. Heart pounding in her chest, Sunset reached down to slip a hand into her panties.

“Sunset,” Twilight called out from the bathroom sternly. “Make the bed. Keep those darn hands out of your pants too.”

It was difficult. Sunset found herself tense in some places and far too loose in others. Her shaking knees made standing hard, and as she brushed her teeth Twilight was messing with the intensity on the remote. However, with sheer determination, she was able to make their bed.

Was it a well-made bed? Absolutely not. Their husband was the one that could make a bed with the neatness even a Staff Sergeant would appreciate, not her, even when she wasn’t on the cusp of an orgasm. Still, the pillows were placed in some semblance of a neat row, and the comforter covered the entirety of the bed. That was, under the present circumstances, an almost super natural feat.

Now panting, Sunset pushed herself away from the bed. Like a drunkard, she stumbled toward the bathroom door, blinking the sweat out of her eyes.

She could feel an orgasm coming. It was making her stomach tense so hard she could clearly see her abs in the mirror that their husband had attached on the door. Her vision was starting to become hazy. Gritting her teeth, she was able to place a hand on the bathroom door before, with a groan, she sunk to the floor.

“Oh sweet Fucking CELESTIA~!”

She was right there, just nearly ready to boil over and cum all over the floor like some estrus-crazed mare. Just before the end--right at the knife’s edge--the buzzing stopped. Reflexively, Sunset clenched as hard as she could around the toy, trying to push herself over that edge.

It wasn’t enough.

Still brushing her teeth, Twilight stepped out of the bathroom. She leaned against the wall, examining her co-wife and the sweaty, shaking mess that she was able to turn her into. She clicked her tongue, shaking her head.

“You Equestrian girls really have no stamina,” she said. “All talk, but once anyone tries to get you going, you finish like a firecracker.”

Sunset tried to reach into her panties to finish herself, tears in her eyes, but a sharp whistle made her freeze. If she still had the ears of a pony, they would have pinned against the sides of her head as she looked up at the nerd.

“T-Twilight, ple--”

“What did I say about a punishment? Did you think I was going to make you cum your brains out all day?”

“But the--”

“Our husband can see to you when he gets home, if he wants to that is. Until then, you can’t cum.”

For a moment, the stern glare faded, and Twilight looked very concerned. “I know we already talked about this, but are you sure you can keep this up all day?”

Wiping the tears from her face, Sunset gave her a smile. “Don’t worry about me. You’re doing fucking great honey; you took me right to the edge there. Keep that up.”

“For eight hours though?”

“I’m a big girl. Trust me.”

Twilight nodded slowly. “I… alright. Just remember the safe word, alright? I don’t wanna accidentally take things too far.”

“You won’t,” Sunset promised.

They shared a quick but loving smooch before Twilight’s face once again grew stern. “Well don’t just stand there. We have a lot to do today before Anon gets home!”

Forcing herself to her feet, Sunset made her way into the bathroom, still clenching hard around the toy. As she passed, Twilight blew on her hand, reared back her arm, and slapped her on the ass as hard as she could. Sunset yelped as pain erupted from her backside, and were it not for her panties, the viberator would have rocketed out of her.

“Get a move on!”

~_~_~_~_~_~_~

It seemed as if her escapades this morning had put Twilight in quite the mood. She had only been allowed to wear the panties she had gone to sleep in, some long socks that were pulled up to her thighs, and a shirt that was a size too small. Twilight, meanwhile, had forgone everything but an apron and some slippers.

It felt especially unfair to Sunset as they started their daily chores, seeing a masterpiece like Twilight walking around with just a thin layer of fabric and not able to do a darn thing about it. She tried to focus on her work, sweeping the floor and doing the laundry, but then the dork would walk by breasts and ass bouncing with each step and she’d forget what her darn name was. To add insult to injury, not only was the toy inside of her being expertly used to bring her to the cusp of orgasm, but Twilight wouldn’t keep her hands to herself.

Everytime she turned to wipe or pick up something hands would squeeze and grope her. Her tits would be played with, or her ass would be slapped and squeezed. It took her nearly an hour longer than it should have to fold laundry because Twilight pinned her to the wall, playing with her clit while stuck her tongue down her throat. As much as she would have loved to call her out on the double standard, she simply bowed her head and tried not to leak too much on the carpet.

Morning turned to midday and lunch time. The two ate a quick meal. Twilight was nice enough to turn on the radio in the living room so that they could listen to it while they worked dusting the furniture. What wasn’t very nice was that the toy inside of her began to vibrate with more intensity and didn’t go down.

“Huhhhhhhh… T-Twi, plea--”

“Shush. Be a good mare and eat your food.”

The rollercoaster of build up and denial revved up in speed and frequency. Twilight, even now, incredibly, was able to pinpoint just when she needed to turn the bullet off. Sunset whined and begged, but the other woman would not be persuaded. Chores went from difficult to almost impossible. Twice, Sunset had been forced to change her underwear because they were soaked through, and she was drinking almost constantly to keep somewhat hydrated.

It was honestly maddening. The teasing was making the minutes seem like hours. By early afternoon, cumming was a desire that was rapidly becoming a necessity. She couldn’t even go hide in an empty room and finish herself off, as Twilight would always be near and she’d be told off. All she could do was try to busy herself with the work that her shaking hands could manage and look at the clock.

Their husband was a wonderful man. No matter what Twilight said, he’d walk through the front door, see what sort of state she was in and make her cum so hard and so many times the maddening heat in her belly and groin would finally, blessedly, go away.

Before that however, both her and Twilight had one important task to get to. Said task required that her little fantasy be put on hold for a few minutes and the toy inside of her being turned off. It was something both ladies were admittedly terrible at.

Cooking.

It was known all over town that Rarity’s little sister could burn orange juice. They weren’t much better, as loath as they were to admit it.

They picked the easiest thing one could make; a simple pot roast. All they needed to do was cut up some vegetables, mix stew powder in water, put in all in a pot with some meat, and toss it in the oven. Both had done some research, and they were confident that they’d be able to make a nutritious, delicious meal. Probably.

“Do we have everything?”

“Yes. I double checked the recipe. We should be good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely certain?”

“Twilight Sparkle, you are one of the best Chemists in the world. I write mathematical equations that make sure rocket ships can leave orbit. I think the two of us can cook some goddamn dinner.”

Twilight bit her bottom lip, staring at the dutch oven they had put everything in.

“Didn’t you say the same thing when we tried making pizza that one time?”

Sunset grimaced. “That… Pizza is a lot harder to make than it looks--”

“Fourteen year olds make it all the time, Sunset.”

“--this, however, is as easy as pie. We don’t even really need to check up on it. It’ll be fine. Now stop giving me that look and open the oven for me, will you?”

Gingerly, Twilight did as she was asked, opening the oven door. As soon as she did it, she stepped away, warily staring at it like it was some wild beast. Just as gingerly, Sunset stepped forward, crockpot in hand.

“Which rack thingy do you think we need to put it on?”

“What did the instructions say?”

“I don’t think they said anything about it…”

Sunset took a half-step back. She looked into the mouth of the oven as if she were expecting it to bite her. She stood there for nearly a minute before, steeling herself, she moved forward. Picking a rack, she put the crockpot into the oven. She jumped back, allowing Twilight to lift the door up to close it. The two let out a cheer, attempting to high-five, but missed horribly.

“See? I told you we had this in the bag!”

“Don’t say that yet. It still needs to cook.”

“It’ll be fine. Now, are we forgetting anything?”

Twilight walked over to their kitchen table, where her phone was sitting. “All I need to do is set a timer and I think we’re all set.”

“Great!” Sunset said, clapping her hands together.

The oven made a strange beeping noise. She jumped away from it, giving it a glance before she hurried over to Twilight.

“So, it should be ready like an hour after Anon gets home then?”

“Yep. You can do whatever weird stuff you want to him before then.” Twilight turned toward her, the remote to the dildo once again in her hands. “Now. Where were we…?”

With all the chores for the day finally finished, both women were able to relax. They sat in the living room--Twilight on the couch and Sunset on the floor so she didn’t make a mess on the furniture--and listened to some swing-easy tunes and chatted. Twilight did most of the talking, Sunset now in tears from all the edging, but she didn’t seem to mind. Twitching and bucking, Sunset just kept her eyes glued to the clock.

Two hours, one hour, thirty minutes, ten minutes. As the time drew near, the frustration she had felt all day disappeared, replaced with excitement. Anon, her Anon, their Anon was almost home. Five minutes, two minutes, then the telltale sound of the front door being opened.

Sunset leapt to her feet. She was able to make it two steps before she felt the toy inside of her being turned to full power. She stumbled, placing a hand over her panties.

“F-Fuck~...”

Biting her bottom lip, she forced herself to move. Each step was stiff and shaky, and it was all she could do not to sink to her knees, but she made her way out of the living room. Turning the corner, she saw their husband placing his coat on the coat rack. As always, he was covered in black soot, and his shoulders were slumped from exhaustion.

Her husband turned. Seeing her, some of the tiredness left his face and he smiled. That smile quickly diminished when he saw the state that she was in.

Sunset let out a whimper. Using the wall as support, she walked towards him as best as she could. The vibrator was on such a high setting that she could hear the buzzing. From the way Anon glanced down at her groin he no doubt could hear it as well. Her hips spasmed as a jolt of ecstasy made her vision go blurry. She stumbled and lost her footing. Tensing, she readied herself to hit the floor, only to be suddenly stopped.

Looking up, she saw that her Anon had her in his arms. With him this close, she could smell the scent of his sweat mixed with coal. She whimpered again, clenching around the toy as it suddenly shut off. Again, it was right before she came to an eye-crossing orgasm. This time however, she was grateful; the only person that should be making her squirt her brains out when Anon was around was Anon.

Her husband shook his head. “And just what were the two of you up to today?” he asked.

His voice was husky and raw, but so gentle that it made her heart ache. Sunset shivered, leaning into him.

“T-Twilight’s been mean to me all day,” she mumbled. “Stuck a toy in me and won’t let me cum.”

Anon cocked his head to the side. “Huh. Is that right?”

He reached down into her panties. Sunset grabbed his arm with both hands when she felt his fingertips rub against her lips until they brushed against the end of the toy. With his pointer finger and thumb, Anon got a hold of the dildo and began to pull. Sunset leaned against him with more force, sucking in air through her teeth. The toy made an audible sound when it was fully pulled out of her. Anon, ever the patient and gentle sort, navigated it out of her panties and brought it to his face. Examining the slick toy, he looked down the hallway. There, near the doorway to the living room was Twilight, who, for all the world, looked like a kid that had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“And what’s all this then, Twilight?”

Twilight grimaced. “She was trying to molest me while I was sleeping,” she said, pointing a finger at a painting Sunset. “I’m sick of her not being able to keep her hands to herself in the morning, so I decided that she needed to be punished.”

Anon looked back down at Sunset. She looked down at the floor, ready to be given a stern talking to. Instead, a finger was placed under her chin, and she was forced to look up. Her husband was not glaring down at her as she thought he would. His eyes were kind and understanding.

“If you’re so worked up in the mornings, just let me know, sweetheart,” he said, tapping her cheek with a finger. “I’d be more than happy to get up a little earlier and give you the business.”

Twilight let out a loud snort. “The business?”

Anon gave her a dirty look before once again smiling at Sunset. “Do you need some help right now?”

The toy was no longer in her, but that aching, maddening sensation still remained. Sunset’s fingernails dug into her husband’s arm. She couldn’t trust her voice, but she was able to nod.

“Alrighty then. I might still have my shoes on, but I’m sure I can knock your socks off real quick…”

Her husband’s free hand slipped into her panties. Sunset tensed, a low, long groan escaping her as fingers slipped inside of her. She was so wet that the entry was frictionless. Anon wiggled his fingers back and forth gently as he pushed knuckle-deep. He twisted his wrist, allowing him to rub her clit with a thumb.

Sunset felt herself beginning to shake. She nuzzled into Anon’s chest, using his coat to cover a moan. As worked up as Twilight had gotten her, just that had been enough to have her once again tip-toeing on the edge. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she leaned up onto her tippy toes.

Anon began to pump his fingers in and out of her. They felt so long, like they were about to brush against her womb. Each time be pulled out of her, Sunset felt simply empty, and when they were hilted all she could feel was heat and hear buzzing.

“FuckfuckfuckingfuckyfuckFUCKYFUCKFUCKFUCK--!”

A few more pumps and that thumb toying with her clit was more than enough. Sunset’s body jerked as if she were riding a bull. She threw her head back, opened her mouth, and did something that embarrassed the absolute horse apples out of her.

She neighed.

Even when she was a unicorn, neighing during any sort of intimacy would have been horrifying. It was what sex-crazed mares did; ponies that weren’t able to control themselves. A mare moaned, or whispered sweet nothings to her lover. If she neighed it was just as likely she’d start swatting flies with her tail during the summer like some neanderthal. This was particularly stressed in Canterlot, where even the idea of neighing while getting rutted could, and would, ruin one’s reputation.

Twilight and Anon absolutely loved whenever they could get her to do it.

A look of absolute delight crossed Twilight’s face as Sunset was lost in the throes of ecstasy. Anon was grinning while he went from gently her to fingerfucking her as fast as he could. The neigh turned into a whinny as she thrashed, holding onto his arm so tightly that she was able to lift herself off of the ground, and so tightly that a pained noise escaped his lips. Thankfully, just before she could snap his arm, she went limp. He had his scoop her up into his arms so she didn’t crumble to the ground in a heap. She shuttered, her eyes rolling in her skull, before she closed her eyes.

Anon stared down at her, trying very hard not to laugh. “Man, it’s been a while since I managed to get her to do that. Just what were you doing to her all day, Twi?”

Twilight, grinning from ear to ear, made her way over to him. She grabbed the dildo he still held awkwardly in his hand. Looking the toy over, she gave it a lick.

“She had me use this on her pretty much since we woke up,” she said, about to kiss him on the cheek when she saw all of the black soot covering his face. “What on Earth did you do to yourself?”

“Sunset wanted to pretend that I was a coal miner or something, so I went to the local hardware store and got a little bag of coal. Rubbed a little on my face before I walked in.”

“Why would you be wearing a suit in a coal mine? Also, where did you even get that suit?”

“I was thinking maybe I was in upper management or something,” Anon said, carrying Sunset into the living room with Twilight right behind him. “And I got the suit from Goodwill. It was ten bucks.”

“It looks… good.”

“Yeah, I clean up pretty good, don’t I?”

Sunset let out a murmur as Anon placed her onto the couch. Both him and Twilight looked down at her, both smiling. Twilight reached down to give his butt a squeeze.

“I also noticed that you didn’t read “Time Turners Old Phrases and Terms,” that I ordered for you. Give you the business might have been the worst thing I’ve ever heard in any context.”

“Twi, that thing was seven hundred pages. Nobody on the planet would read that.”

“I did.”

“Yeah, because you’re a weirdo.”

Anon turned, grabbing Twilight. The woman giggled, playfully batting at his chest as he peppered her face with kisses. His hands made their way down the length of her back and to her bottom, where he grabbed two handfuls of ass.

“Have you really been naked like this all day?” he asked, kissing her nose. “If I’d have known that I’d have called in sick.”

“It’s a lot less fun than you think,” Twilight said, groping the growing tent forming between his legs. “I’ve been freezing my butt off.”

A particularly loud snore forced the two to stop their groping to look once again at Sunset. The women had rolled onto her side, revealing a red, well-spanked bottom.

“Jesus, you really gave it to her today, huh?”

“She was insistent. My hand is killing me. I had to use a wooden spoon a few times.”

Anon scratched his chin, looking Twilight up and down. “God… You really do look great wearing just an apron. You need to start doing it a whole lot more.”

Twilight let out a giggle-snort. “If I do that nothing will get done around this house. You both would--”

A loud ding cut Twilight off. She looked toward the kitchen, taking a half-step back.

“You hear that?” Anon asked.

“Ah… yes. Sunset and I put something in the oven--”

She watched as a look of horror flashed across Anon’s face. If his reaction wasn’t completely justified, she might have laughed.

“You two cooked? Are you nuts?!”

“We wanted to make you something for dinner. Sunset’s been talking about it for weeks.”

“You remember the last time you two tried cooking something, right? How we needed to buy a whole new oven afterward?”

“She was so excited about it that I couldn’t tell her no.”

Anon opened his mouth to say something, but Twilight quickly cut him off.

“It was just a roast,” she said. “We made sure to pick the easiest recipe we could. It’s been cooking the whole day, and no one had to call the fire department this time.”

“That’s… an improvement,” Anon said slowly.

The timer that Sunset had set dinged again. Both Anon and Twilight took a deep breath.

“Would you like me to accompany you to the kitchen?”

“Yes please.”

With some trepidation, the two made their way into the kitchen. At a glance, everything seemed as right as rain. Nothing was on fire, there was no smoke, their oven hadn’t exploded. Looks could be deceiving however, especially in the kitchen.

Twilight stood near the doorward, ready to rush toward the nearest phone as Anon made his way over to the oven. He stopped within arms length. His head cocked to the side and he frowned.

“Hey, Twi?”

“Yeah?”

Anon looked at the oven, then back at her, his brow furrowed. “Did… did you guys not turn on the oven?”

Twilight blinked. “What? What do you mean? Look at it; its obviously on.”

“No, no, no. I mean, did you bring it up to temperature? Or do anything with the temperature?”

Twilight was about to reply, but stopped. Anon, turning back around, opened the oven door and looked inside. He placed his hand near the entrance before, without saying a word, he reached in with his bare hands and grabbed the dutch oven. Closing the oven door with his knee, the dutch oven on one of the oven’s burners, then took the lid off and looked at the roast. Even from where Twilight stood she could see that it was as pink as it had been when they had put it in the oven hours ago.

“I-I… oh no…”

Wheeling around, Twilight saw Sunset standing right next to her. Her girlfriend had both her arms close to her chest. She looked small, and was getting smaller by the minute, a look of complete defeat crossing her face. Her hands slowly clenched into fists and she gritted her teeth. Twilight reacted without thinking, pulling the woman into a hug. Anon was nearly as fast, striding across the kitchen and hugging them both.

Sunset began mumbling something under her breath, blinking tears away. She had come a very long way from those bad days at Canterlot High School, but both Anon and Twilight knew that the unicorn-turned-woman held herself to a very high standard. It made sense; especially since she used to be a student of a magical god-horse. However, this meant she was almost always way too hard on herself when things didn’t do as she expected them to.

She didn’t wail or weep or scream. She never did when she got like this. Neither Anon or Twilight said anything while they hugged her. They knew any talking would just make her act aggressive and lash out. So they just held onto her stiff body as she continued to mumble, tears making their way down her cheeks.

It took some time, but some of the tension left Sunset. She let out a great sigh, resting her chin on Twilight’s shoulder. Anon reached over, wiping the tears from her face with the sleeve of his shirt. Sunset mumbled a thank you, sniffling.

“...How in Celestia’s name didn’t we turn on the fucking thing?” she said.

“Because we shouldn’t be in the kitchen, Sunset,” Twilight replied, patting the back of her head. “That’s a man’s place.”

Sunset snorted, looking over to Anon. Pain flashed across her face. She sniffled again, looking downward.

“I’m sorry, honey,” she said quietly. “We--I really messed up.”

“You were right the first time, sweetie,” Twilight said, nuzzling the nap of her neck. “You weren’t the only one that didn’t catch it.”

“But I should have--”

“No buts. We messed up, we look dumb, and there’s nothing wrong with that. People do dumb things every single day. You’re not a worse person because of it, alright? Now, I’m going to order us some pizzas. Anon, you take over.”

Kissing Sunset’s cheek, Twilight ducked out of the group hug, quickly making her way out of the kitchen. Anon was quick to pull Sunset fully against him. Sunset closed her eyes, pressing her face into his chest.

“I was really looking forward to making you something today,” she said. “It would have been the perfect thing; a pair of horny housewives making their husband a nice dinner before he fucked their brains out.”

“There’s nothing wrong with pizza, Sunset,” Anon told her.

“We wouldn’t need pizza if I would have paid attention,” she insisted, grabbing two fists full of his shirt. “It was going to be perfect, but I ruined it…”

Anon looked down at her. Seeing tears once again begin to form, he let out a sigh.

“Hey, do you remember that piece of garbage pick up truck that you bought from Big Mac in the tenth grade?”

“Yeah, I remember that hunk of junk,” she replied, the sides of her mouth twitching. “It broke down so constantly that I knew all the guys at the auto shop by name.”

“Remember that day when I was walking home from school and you were on the side of the road trying to put your bumper back on?”

“You came over to help. We were there for three hours, then I talked you into pushing it down the road while I steered.”

“I bet you didn’t expect Hercules to come along, huh?”

Sunset smiled. “You were lucky we were going down a hill,” she said, lightly tapping his shoulder. And didn’t you tear your pants?”

“I don’t remember that, but I do remember you being smitten with me by the time I walked home; you up and asking me out on a date and all.”

“It wasn’t a date, I just wanted to buy you some food is all. I just thought it was fair that you got something out of helping me.”

Anon smiled fondly, recalling that day. Sunset had taken him to the sushi place in the mall where she had worked. The owner of the establishment had tried selling him some pot, and he had gotten such bad food poisoning from eating there that he didn’t go to school for a week. Thus began his adventure with the red-haired women in his arms.

Sunset’s arms slid down to his lower back. She began to sway back and forth. With some coaxing on her part, Anon did the same, and the two started to slow dance around the kitchen.

“I hated that truck so much,” Sunset said. “It always broke down, was covered in rust, bad to drive in all weather, terrible on fuel, and it was so loud. It was good for one thing though.”

“Yeah?”

Sunset’s smile widened as she looked up at him. “I could put that crappy mattress in the back of it and drive you and Twilight to somewhere we could all fool around.”

“Yeah. The first time we did that you said we were just going to look at stars, you dirty old woman.”

“I don’t remember you complaining!”

“I was sixteen. I would have crawled through broken glass to get a peek of a g-string.”

A laugh left Sunset’s lips. She sniffled, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “Twilight gave you your first kiss in the back of that truck.”

“You gave me a lot of other firsts after that.”

“Yes. Yes I did.”

Sunset suddenly hugged him as hard as she could, burying her face into his shirt and taking a deep breath. They stopped their little dance, Anon reaching up and placing a hand on the back of her head.

“...Any reason why you brought up that old truck?” she asked.

“Not really,” Anon replied with a shrug. “I just wanted to see if I could get you to smile.”

“...I really did mess up.”

“You did. Honestly, if you wouldn’t punch me I’d be laughing right now. You heard what Twilight said though. Don’t listen to anything I say; listen to her. She’s the smart one.”

Sunset sighed. Pulling herself away, she looked up at him. With a smile, she rose up on her tippy toes to give him a kiss.

“I am going to absolutely blow your fucking back out today,” she promised.

Before Anon could even begin to form a response, she reached down and grabbed his dick through his pants.

“Come on. We can all get a shower before pizza comes.”

Giving him a tug, she led him out of the kitchen and through the living room. Twilight, her phone still in hand, looked at them as they entered the room. She opened her mouth to say something as they walked by her, but Sunset simply reached out with her free hand and grabbed her by the hand.

“Shower.”

“The pizza will be--”

“Shower. Please. We’ll be quick.”

~_~_~_~_~

Sunset’s favorite part of the day was seeing her hubby walking through the door after a long day at work. Seeing that he came home safe, and knowing that he had been out there working hard to support the three of them made her heart fill to bursting with love. Her second favorite part of the day was much less wholesome.

Anon was usually tired, sweaty, and covered in all sorts of nasty things. Coming home to a clean house meant he had to be as clean, if not cleaner; that’s where she and Twilight came in. It was their duty to march him into the bathroom, peel layer after layer of dirty clothes off him, and scrub him down.

If Sunset had trouble keeping her hands off Twilight in the mornings, she was just as bad with her husband. Seeing him in the buff, strong and handsome, was enough to make a girl swoon. Twilight, for all of her disapproval of her lack of self control, was just as smitten with him. She did hide it better, but Sunset saw her biting her lip as they scrubbed him down. Anon had a loofa of his own, which he was using on both women, and he took their pinches and groping with his usual good humor.

After a quick clean, the three dressed in pajamas and made their way back downstairs. The radio was once again turned on while the three took seats. Usually, their husband would have sat in his own chair so that he could read the paper until supper was ready, but tonight he sat on the couch with the both of them.

Both Sunset and Twilight snuggled up, happy for the affection. Twilight leaned against him, head on his shoulder, while Sunset splayed herself across the couch and laid her head in his lap while he stroked her hair. The radio host was telling one of those new-fangled stories about robots and spacemen. While that played, Anon was telling them about his day at the mine.

They managed to wrestle fifty tons out of the earth today. The bosses were thrilled, and it looked like everyone was going to be getting a nice bonus this year. There were also some whispers that one of the crew heads was going to retire soon. It was a difficult, stressful job that not many were equipped to do from what Sunset could gather. While her husband didn’t say it outright, she gathered that he was going to be offered the job. She didn’t like the idea of him staying away from home even longer than he already did, but she was terribly proud of him. Whether it was in a mine or at the house, Anon really was the perfect man.

Sunset smiled at the thought. She nuzzled her head against his lap, closing her eyes. While the gesture was meant to be innocent, Anon paused mid-word to look at her. Twilight, tilting her head up, whispered something in his ear. He pulled the hand stroking her hair away. Confused, Sunset opened her eyes to look at him.

“And just what are you doing there, little mare?” he asked.

The hand came down to touch her cheek. He drummed two fingers against her flesh.

“I’m just relaxing, honey,” she said.

Those two fingers inched downward. They brushed against her lips. Sunset, without thinking, kissed them.

“Are you sure about that, dame? Just relaxin’?”

The fingers slipped between her lips, tapping on her tongue. Sunset, even as she felt her face heat up, began sucking on them. Her tongue rose up to lap at the digits. Without skipping a beat, Anon trapped it between his fingers, giving it a teasing little tug before letting it go.

“Hmmmmmm~”

“We got ways of makin’ you relax, see. Things you’d never even think of, see. Dame’s like you ain’t got a chance in these dog-eat-dog hard streets--”

Twilight smacked his shoulder. “That’s. Not. How. They. Talked. Back. Then.”

“I can’t ‘ear ya, lady,” Anon said in a terrible Chicago accent. “Been too long workin’ at the ol’ speakeasy. It’s busted muh eardumbs.”

There was a knock on the door, making all three of them jump. Anon looked toward the doorway.

“Must be the pizza,” he said, pushing his fingers in a little deeper.

Sunset, ever the good wife, didn’t so much as gag when she felt them moving toward the back of her throat. She just licked his knuckles, a hand straying toward her pajama bottoms. Another knock echoed through the house. Anon, clicking his tongue, pulled his fingers out of her mouth with a pop.

“I better go get it I suppose,” he said.

“I’ll help you, sweetie,” Twilight said, standing up.

Though she was loath to do so, Sunset pulled herself into a sitting position. Her husband kissed her cheek and stood up as well. She watched both him and Twilight disappear into the other room before, with a sigh, she allowed herself to fall back onto the couch. Staring up at the ceiling, she let her thoughts wonder.

Anon had the weekend off, meaning that he’d most likely be around the house. There was some man’s work for him to do; mowing the lawn, fixing the wobbly table, oiling the front door so it didn’t squeak, things like that. Afterward, her and Twilight might be able to talk him into taking them out onto the town for shopping, maybe a nice meal and dancing. They could try to learn that fancy foxtrot at the local soda shop. Anon had two left feet, but with some gumption he’d be swinging with the best of them.

She smiled as the image played out in her mind. As what so often happened however, her thoughts of two-stepping and soda pops took a dive into the depraved. Maybe after they came home clothing might be forgotten while they try the foxtrot in the living room. She thought of Twilight, all giggling and bouncy, and her Anon, his manhood swinging as he threw the two of them around like they were toys. All that dancing could very easily turn into something much more physical and far more enjoyable.

She bit her bottom lip. Slipping her hand down her pajama bottoms, she gave her pussy a rub. Even though her husband had helped take the edge off by making her cum herself stupid, she was nowhere near satisfied. Fingers and toys were swell and all, but she needed more. Something long. Something hard and twitching. Something that would make her belly swell with a beautiful little boy or girl. She needed her husband.

Sunset looked over to the clock that sat on the wall while she continued to rub herself. Speaking of her husband, both him and Twilight should have been back by now. At the very least, someone should have called her from the kitchen…

Pulling her hand out of her pants-- and popping moist fingers into her mouth to hungrily suck-- she sat back up and pushed herself off of the couch. Listening carefully, she could hear something coming from the kitchen. Curious, she made her way out of the living room and into their little dining room, which led to the kitchen.

“Oh fuck. Just like that. Just like that~”

A moan stopped her in her tracks. The noise she had heard in the living room could now be easily identified. It was a rhythmic, dull, meaty sound, punctuated by grunts and heavy breathing. Trying to swallow the lump forming in her throat, she crept toward the doorway leading to the kitchen and glanced in.

There was Twilight, her pants hanging around her ankles, the bottoms of her heavy tits pressed against the kitchen table. Behind her, thrusting away, was Anon. With each pump, Twilight was rocked forward. Her feet were hanging in the air, her knees slightly bent. She was holding onto the edge of the table for ear life, her glasses hanging off her nose.

Anon’s usual calm and collected expression was replaced with hunger and concentration. He had his hands on Twilight’s hips, holding her in place as he took what was his by his husbandly right. His pace wasn’t desperate. He wasn’t frantically bucking his hips like some horny animal. He was smooth and practiced; tip to root, with a speed that would make any woman weak in the knees.

Her Anon wasn’t much for spontaneous lovemaking around the house. He much preferred taking both of them to the bedroom whenever he was in the mood. No, this was clearly Twilight’s doing. No doubt, the dork wanted him all to herself before she let Sunset get her turn.

Sunset couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy while she watched. She listened to Twilight try her best to keep her voice down. Anon, with a growl, grabbed her by the wrists. Twilight’s moan turned into a yelp as he yanked, forcing her upward. Her back hit his chest, and Anon quickly reached up and wrapped his arms around her belly, holding her firmly in place.

“Oh yesssssss,” she said.

She tilted her head and licked his nose. Anon responded by driving into her at greater speed. Twilight whined, shutting her eyes tightly.

The scent of sweat and sex tickled Sunset’s nose. She glanced at her co-wife’s pussy, watching their husband’s cock spread her lips apart. The woman licked her lips, slipping a hand into her bottoms.

This time, when she touched herself, a spark of pleasure made her jump. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from making a sound.

“Oh, I’m so going to get you back for this, missy…”

She slipped a finger inside herself, clenching hard around the digit. Frustration began to build as she pumped in time with Anon’s thrusting. She wanted to march into the kitchen to have some fun as well, maybe even give Twilight a talking to about being a big, fat hypocrite, but, no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t make herself take even a single step.

Maybe she was worried that Anon would be annoyed with her at being interrupted. Maybe she feared that Twilight would somehow manage to twist things and make things appear as if they were her fault. Maybe she just liked watching the other woman getting railed like she was some cheap floozie. Whatever the reason, her heart was pounding in her chest like crazy as she fingered herself.

“Yeah… You give her the business, honey…”

Anon had a hand up Twilight’s shirt as the two kissed. She could see their tongue wrestling. Twilight’s face was flustered, her eyes unfocused as she desperately pawed at the air. Anon was now thrusting into her at such a frenzied pace that Sunset could barely keep up with him.

She imagined being in Twilight’s place, her hubby spearing her with his fat cock. She could almost feel his weight on her back, feel his warmth, smell his sweat, hear his panting in her ear. If she were lucky, he’d leave her a twitching, half-conscious mess of a woman. If she were really lucky, he’d do that, then carry her into the bedroom and blow so many loads in her no amount of birth control would be enough.

Her vision went funny as her fingers brushed against the spot that made her squeal like a broodmare. An orgasm hit her, making her roll her hips into her hand. She panted, sweat and other fluids dripping down onto the nice, clean floor below. She leaned forward, somehow managing to keep from falling over.

“Hmmm~”

The pleasure diminished. Sunset’s vision cleared. Blinking away sweat, she looked back into the kitchen. Anon had his face buried into the nape of Twilight’s neck, now thrusting as if his life depended on it. He was holding onto the woman so tightly that she was firmly in the air while she was fucked. While it was a lovely sight, Sunset felt her heart jump to her throat when she realized that Twilight was staring right at her.

The dork’s eyes were half open, and her hair was bouncing all around her face, but she was clearly looking into her eyes. She must have enjoyed the look that came to Sunset’s face, because she let out a breathy giggle, which quickly morphed into a moan.

“Come on baby… put a fucking baby in me,” she said, giving her a wink.

Anon’s thrusts morphed into a shorter, more haphazard pace. Twilight lifted her head and looked up to the ceiling, sticking her tongue out. She might have said something, but Sunset couldn’t hear her over her own pounding heart. A savage thrust made Twilight squeal. Anon groaned into her shoulder, slamming into her again, then again, until finally hilting fully.

“Yessssssssss~”

What length of cock that he didn’t have stuffed in the dork began to pulse again and again, firing load after load of sperm into a tight, wet, fertile hole. Sunset bit down onto a finger, feeling the fire in her belly grow all the hotter. Her Anon was such a heavy cummer; he’d probably knock them both up on the first try if they ever skipped the birth control. They hadn’t yet, since Twilight always made sure to keep an eye out for both of them. Unfortunately.

Slowly, Anon’s grip on Twilight lessened. He took a deep breath, pulling his face from her nape. He kissed her neck, then planted a smooch on her cheek. Twilight turned her head to rub her nose against his. She said something, low enough that Sunset couldn’t hear. Anon whispered back, then nodded. With little effort, he lifted her up, pulling her off his length with a wet plop. She shivered, using the table as support as she was set down.

Twilight blew Sunset a kiss. Her gaze left the panting redheads face, moving downward. She let out a giggle snort, covering her face with a hand. Frowning, Sunset looked down at herself, her eyes widening when she saw an extremely noticeable wet patch seeping through her pjs.

“Shit!”

She looked up to see Twilight and Anon kissing. It would take them a minute or two to get cleaned up, maybe a little longer. She had another pair of these exact pants, and she knew right where they were.

As quietly as she could, Sunset raced toward their bedroom. She just managed to keep herself from sliding into a wall and darted toward a cabinet. Her pj bottoms and panties were thrown across the room, just missing the clothes bin sitting in the corner of the room. She didn’t bother with new underwear, just getting the bottoms on as quickly as she could. Stopping by a mirror to clean herself up just a little, she made her way back into the living room.

Anon and Twilight were already sitting at the couch. Her Anon had his feet up, a plateful of pizza sitting in his lap. Twilight already had sauce on her face, and was no doubt already on her third slice. As she stepped into the living room, Anon looked up at her. She tensed, almost expecting for Twilight to have told him about her peeping, but he just smiled.

“Oh, there you are,” he said. “I was wondering where you went. Everything alright?”

“I’m fine. Just… using the bathroom, darling,” she replied with a smile of her own. “Is that plate for little ol’ me?”

“Yep. Before you sit down, could you be a doll and get me something to drink?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks, dame. You’re really swell.”

Twilight eyed him, pausing mid-swallow. Anon looked over at her.

“That better with the old time-y talk?”

The dork’s eyes narrowed. She took a great big bite of her pizza, thinking over his question. Slowly, she just shook her head. Their husband, never one to get discouraged, just shrugged.

“We got some night left. I'm sure I’ll get it right. Oh, Sunset. Get Twilight some pop too. You know, what, just bring two of those pies out here.I don’t know why we even took them in there.”

Swallowing, Twilight grinned at Sunset. “I do.”

Sunset, feeling her face heat up, spun around and made her way into the kitchen. It was tricky carrying the drinks along with the pizzas, but she was able to make it back to the couch with little effort. Pizza wasn’t the nice, home cooked meal that she had been hoping for this evening, but sitting snuggled up to Anon as they ate and listened to the radio more than made up for it.

There she sat, her belly full, holding Anon’s hand as the two of them watched Twilight tear into the second twenty-cut pie like a starving wolf. If they let her, she’d finish the whole thing in around ten minutes. They would let her too, since they both knew by now to keep their hands well away from her mouth when she was on the warpath. Sunset had no idea where she put it all. One could have said that it went to her tits, but she’d seen Twilight eat twenty pounds of BBQ and then a tableful of sides in less than thirty minutes. Her boobs weren’t that big.

“Hey,” Anon whispered in her ear.

“Hey yourself,” she replied, resting head on his shoulder.

“So, I know the whole cooking thing was a bust, but what do you wanna do now?” he asked. “We just gonna sit here and listen to the radio? Is that what people did in the old time-y days?”

“Would you like to go outside and try a cigar? I bought some the other day.”

Anon grimaced. “Do I really need to?”

“No. I just know you hate cigarettes, and they were big smokers back in the day.”

“If it’s the same to you, sweetie, I’d rather get kicked in the nuggets,” Anon said, giving her hand a squeeze.

Sunset giggled. It was worth a shot. She’d have liked to smell smoke on him, just to be that little more authentic…

“Well, in that case, we can do whatever you want,” she said. “You’re the man of the house. The two of us are your loyal, cute little wives. We’re supposed to do what you say.”

Anon frowned, leaning back into the couch. He looked thoughtful as he stared straight ahead. Sunset looked over at Twilight, who, even as she was polishing off half of her pizza, was staring back intently. She had obviously been listening.

Sunset placed a hand on his thigh. “You know, if you wanted to have a bit of fun on the couch, I’m sure Twilight would love some desert. Isn’t that right, Twi?”

Twilight licked the pizza grease from her lips. Pushing the pizza box away, she raised an eyebrow at Sunset. Sunset, in turn, gestured toward Anon’s groin, sticking her tongue out and wiggling it around.

Realization flashed across the nerd’s vision. “Actually, I wouldn’t mind something salty,” she said. “Maybe something that’ll really stretch my jaw out.”

Sunset was already putting a pair of pillows down for the both of them. She was trying not to salivate as she got down onto her knees like the good little whore wife that she knew she was. Her husband spread his legs, beckoning her forward with a teasing finger. Twilight, pulling off her shirt, moved to kneel down beside her, squeezing her big tits. Not to be outdone, Sunset pulled her shirt off as well, throwing it behind her. Anon looked at both of them, letting out a low whistle. He then said the four magic words that she loved to hear.

“Get to work, girls--er, dames.”

Sunset reached up, unbuttoning his pants. With Twilight’s help, they pulled them down. Anon’s penis flopped out, still soft but rapidly hardening as both girls leaned toward it. In the light, Sunset could see it still had some wetness to it from his fun with Twilight in the kitchen. She whimpered, her nostrils flaring. It was times like this when she desperately wished to have a pony’s sense of smell again.

“You can have the first taste,” Twilight whispered in her ear.

A hand worked its way past the elastic waistband of her pj bottoms. Another found its way to her breast, giving it a squeeze. Sunset’s eyelids fluttered, her hips jerking.

“Mouth open,” Twilight commanded. “Tongue out.”

Sunset opened her mouth wide. Her tongue lolled out, and drool came with it to fall down onto her chest.

“Ahhhhh~”

Their husband’s cock jerked. Sunset giggled, reaching toward it.

“No,” Twilight said. “Hands behind your back. A good wife doesn’t need her hands.”

“F-Fuck...”

Slowly, reverently, Sunset moved her still open mouth forward. An inexperienced busy-body might have gone right for the cock and started slobbering away, but Sunset was a good wife. She went lower, toward his balls. Anon’s penis was by now hard enough that it booped her nose as she began to gently nuzzle his sack.

“Theeeeeere we go,” Twilight said, pinching her nipple. “Get them nice and clean.”

Sunset could taste the other girl as she began licking. She closed her eyes, clenching around the finger that slipped into her. Even after blowing such a big load in Twilight, her husband’s babymakers still felt so heavy and full. She kissed each nut, quietly praying that he’d give her just as big of a load to taste. In a few minutes, Anon’s balls were slick with her spit. Even so, she continued to clean them like the good filly that she was.

“Hmm~”

Finally, only after she was absolutely certain that she hadn’t missed an inch of skin, she planted a kiss on the base of Anon’s cock. She allowed it to rest against her face, covering her eye. The weight of it, the size, the smell that somehow overpowered even the scent of girlcum; truly, it took her breath away.

Her next kiss went a little higher on the shaft. The kiss after that went high still. With each kiss, she worked her way up that shaft, savoring every vein, every groove, every bit of skin. She stuck her tongue out, allowing his mushroom-like crown to rest on it. Anon let out a whine, his lower body tensing.

Sunset smiled as best as she could. With an “ahh!” she wrapped her lips around his head. She sucked gently, her tongue tickling his underside. Anon’s cock twitched hard in response. Her jaw was spread just that little bit more as he finally became fully hard.

She pulled back with a pop, watching the cock bounce in the open air. She giggled, catching it in her mouth once more. Her tongue swirled around his head. She let out a groan, grabbing the arm down her pants and holding it close to her chest. Taking a few deep breaths through her nose, she began to bob her head. Her jaw was spread even wider, forced to accommodate her husband’s girth.

“There’s a good mare,” Twilight cooed, watching as she took the first few inches, her tongue lathering their husband’s shaft. “Get him nice and wet for me.

Anon, letting out a grunt, bucked his hips into Sunset’s face. She winced, feeling his tip scrape against the top of her throat with a little more force than she was comfortable with. With a gag, she pulled back, spit falling from her mouth and lips as she let him go with a pop. She coughed, reaching up to grab him by the base and immediately starting to jerk him off without thinking. Thankfully, Twilight didn’t yell at her as she tried to collect herself.

“Sweet Celestia, this thing gets bigger every time I see it,” she said, wiping the spit from her lips.

“Too much for you?” Twilight asked.

Sunset frowned, though it was admittedly difficult to do so while Twilight was quickly bringing her to another orgasm. “What? Of course not. I know this dick like the back of my hand.”

“Then let’s see it all the way down,” Twilight said, making her eyes cross by rubbing her clit. “No more teasing. Make it sloppy too. Unless, you know, you need a little help?”

Anon could only blink as Sunset’s eyes narrowed. The woman let go of his dick, grabbing him by the butt and pulling him toward the edge of the couch with a grunt. She then placed her hands on his knees, spreading his legs nice and wide as she loudly cleared her throat.

Fantasy or not, if there was one thing that Sunset hated it was having her abilities called into question, especially when she had been honing said ability for the better part of a decade. Twilight smirked, and Sunset let out a breathless growl. Anon could hear a train coming, but by golly he knew he wouldn’t be able to get out of the way.

“A-Actually, honey, I really wouldn’t mind if you--”

Sunset placed a tender kiss on his cock head, then, with little warning, she drove forward. His dick disappeared in the blink of an eye down the warm, tight hole of her throat. Anon let out a girlish squeal as she rubbed her nose against his pubic mount, her tongue slipping out to lick at his balls. Holding the position, she began to swallow over and over again. Anon’s squeal rose several octaves. He tried wiggling away, but Sunset held onto him tightly as he throbbed into her mouth. She held the position until her vision began to go dark, only then did she pull back until just his tip was in her mouth.

Anon stared up at the ceiling. His hands were clenched tightly to his sides, and his breathing was coming out in quick, shallow pants. His dick was throbbing as Sunset lazily lapped at his head. Her lips felt so warm and soft around him he just wanted to scream. He tried desperately to catch his breath, forcing his muscles to relax as best as he could. If he hadn’t just fucked Twilight in the kitchen a few minutes ago, he knew for a fact that he would have already emptied his balls into this crazy woman’s throat.

A thought made itself known as he sat there, twitching. He might have gotten through the worst of it. Sunset had proved her point; now there was no need for her to suck him like a vacuum cleaner. He could just get a nice, easy blowie, then have some fun with Twilight.

Twilight brought her lips to the other woman’s ear. “I’ve seen better.”

The world drifted away as Anon allowed those words to encompass him. He knew it was English, those words, but each one felt like a funeral bell being rung. He watched as Sunset’s brow furrowed, her green eyes filled with indignation. She set her shoulders and puffed out her chest at the challenge.

“Oh no.”

Spit flew as the woman again darted forward, mashing her nose against his pubis with a wet gag. This time, she didn’t bother to pause, pulling back just as quickly until just the tip was in her mouth. She did this again and again, her head a blur, her red hair bouncing. Her tongue worked the whole while, licking and teasing and tickling.

If any of the neighbors happened to have been walking by, they would have sworn someone had just gotten shot with a rifle from the screech Anon made. His hands shot up, searching for something to hold onto. To his dismay, they grabbed Sunset’s head. Sunset, taking it as a sign she was doing well and not killing him, began to twist her head as she ascended and descended.

“TwilightyoumotherfuckerwhydidyouDOOOOOTHHHHHAAAAAT?!?!?!?!!”

Twilight smiled, her face flushed. She could feel Sunset clenching harder and harder around her fingers. Even though she felt ready to fall asleep after her fun with Anon, she did her best to soldier on, picking up the pace.

“That’s more like it. You be a good wife,” she said. “Show our husband just how much he means to you.”

Sunset groaned around her mouthful. She was pleasantly lightheaded, savoring the feeling of her throat being stretched out. Anon was throbbing like crazy, and each time she pulled back she could taste his precum on her tongue. Feeling more spit drip down onto her throat and chest, she rubbed it in with a hand, her thighs clamping around Twilight’s arm. Taking Anon to the root, she closed her eyes, and, for a moment, truly embraced her fantasy.

She might not have been the best cook, she might have been the most prim and proper, but she could see her husband satisfied. That’s all a wife really needed to do; that and take care of some little ones. Beautiful boys and girls that she’d nurture and help grow into fine men and women. All that was needed was just a bit of spunk in the right place and they could really be a real family. She didn’t need to worry about silly things like work or paying bills or what was going on in the wider world. Her duty, no, her destiny, was to watch as her belly swelled, growing a wonderful little life. If she were lucky, she’d be able to do it again, and again, until her house was filled to bursting and Anon would need to build a new extension.

She gurgled, throat clenching around Anon’s shaft. Anon, in turn, made some delightfully interesting sounds. Sunset’s tongue slipped out of her mouth to lap at his nuts. She cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Sunset,” Anon croaked. “Gonna--”

Quick as she could, Sunset pulled back until just his tip was in her mouth. She sucked on his head like a lollipop, her tongue swirling. Her husband’s hips bucked, and he let out a curse. His cock pulsed, and she could feel his nuts clench in her hand.

The first rope of cum hit the back of her throat with enough force to make her gag. The next coated her tongue, making her shiver as her senses were overloaded. She closed her eyes, swallowing her mouthful, then the mouthful after that, and the one after that.

Sunset did her best to prolong her honey’d pleasure as long as she could, but eventually she felt him soften in her mouth.

“Haaa~”

A torrent of saliva and cum erupted from her mouth as she released Anon with a pop, falling to her chest and belly. Sunset gave him a smile, sticking her tongue out at him before her eyes crossed. An orgasm blindsided her, coating Twilight’s hand and completely soaking her panties. She let out a croak, her back arching.

“Fuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk~!”

Twilight grabbed the back of her head, forcing her into a kiss. Their tongues battled, and a shiver ran up the dork’s spine as she tasted Anon’s cum. She forced her wet muscles deeper into the other woman’s mouth, as if she were desperate for more. Sunset, while a little shocked, was all too happy to give her what she wanted, her hand finding its way down Twilight’s pants to rub a pair of wet lips. Her eyes widened, then became half-lidded. She leaned against Sunset, pressing her large chest against hers.

“You didn’t let me have a turn,” she said, licking a bit of cum with her cheek.

“Oh, you had enough fun in the kitchen,” Sunset countered.

Both women giggled. A groan caused them to look over at Anon, who was sitting there in a daze.

“I think you might have overdone it a bit,” Twilight said.

“Oh, he’ll be alright. Isn’t that right, honey?”

It took several seconds for Anon to focus on them. He squinted, before giving them a smile and a thumbs up.

“See?”

Twilight’s gaze settled on his groin. She could see that, while Sunset had done her very best, his softened cock was covered in cum. That wouldn’t do.

She scooched over, wrapping her lips around the head of his penis. With a soft suckle, she pressed downward, easily taking him to the base.

“Hey, what about me?” Sunset said, shaking her cum-covered boobs. “I got something here for you to play with, you sexy slut.”

At a glance, she could tell Twilight hadn’t heard her. The dork was lost in her own little world as she cleaned Anon off. She bobbed her head up and down his length, humming as she did so. Anon squirmed, his face scrunching up while Twilight did her best to overcome his spent libido.

“F-Fuck, Twi…”

Sunset moved to the dork’s side. Her slipped right back down her pants, rubbing her in time with her bobs.

“There we gooooo. Get him nice and hard.”

“Give me five minutes. Please!”

“Don’t listen to him, Twilight. Keep going.”

“I--Fuck.”

Slowly but surely, despite his protests, Anon began to get hard once more. Twilight had to pull back more and more, lightly gagging as her jaw was pushed apart. Soon, his fat crown was slipping into her throat each time she hilted him. Thankfully, she had just as much practice with this particular penis as Sunset, meaning she had little trouble. Anon, letting out a groan, placed a hand on her head.

Even when he was fully hard she spent another minute or so sucking him, still lost in her own little world. She might have eventually gotten a treat of her own, if not for Sunset flicking her ear.

“Twi, could you,” she whispered. “With your tits? Just a little…Please?”

Twilight’s eyes opened. She looked over at Sunset and, trying not to laugh when she saw just how desperate the other woman looked, let Anon go with a pop.

“Alright, since you said please,” she said, hefting her breasts. “Just for a little bit. I know you perverts can go and go, but I don’t know how much cum Anon has left in the tank.”

She let her boobs plop down into Anon’s lap. In the blink of an eye, his dick disappeared into a mound of titflesh.

“Motherafuckin’shit!”

Anon’s hips jerked, and Sunset watched as his dick poked up and tapped the bottom of Twilight’s chin. She pouted cutely at him, grabbing the sides of her tits and pressing them together.

Sunset licked her lips, fingering the dork with more urgency. “Fuck yeah…”

A dull, wet slapping sound filled the air as Twilight began to bounce boobs up and down, making sure to keep them pressed tightly together as she could. She did her best to keep a regular pace, but it was clear she was getting tired. She broke out into a sweat, her breathing becoming ragged. Her bouncing became less energetic, then it turned into rubbing her boobs together. Seeing this, Sunset pulled her hand out of the woman’s panties and grabbed her tits, bouncing them for her.

“You really need to start coming to the gym with me,” she said, giving her mounds a squeeze. “Celestia, I love these fucking things so much. When Anon knocks you up I can’t wait to suck the milk out of them.

Twilight bit her bottom lip. “I think that’s enough with the boobs,” she said.

“I bet they’d get bigger too. All tender and swollen…”

“Sunset.”

“I hear human milk is sweet too, and I bet these puppies would give us so much of it…”

“S-Sunset. You better slow down. Anon might--”

“All pregnant and leaking. I can see your round belly right now. You’ll be such a cute mom…”

Anon reached down, placing his hands over Sunset’s. “Sunny. If you keep going I’m gonna blow a load all over Twilight’s face,” he said through gritted teeth.

Sunset stopped. She looked up at his pained expression, then looked down to see that he was leaking like a faucet. Two loads already spent, and he still looked like he hadn’t cum in a month. She and Twilight really did pick someone special. That or Equestrian magic had done some really funny things to him.

She let go of Twilight’s breasts, allowing the dork to lean back. Anon’s cock, freed from its prison, slapped wetly against his belly. He sucked in a breath as Twilight pulled the other girl into a kiss. Sunset barely got any tongue before she leaned back, looking at their boyfriend.

“She’s all yours, sweetie,” she said, gesturing toward her. “Go be her “husband”.”

Anon looked at the two. He took a deep breath, then nodded. When he glanced over at Sunset, the woman shivered, once again the meek and doting housewife.

He pushed himself off the couch, leaning down and grabbing her. He scooped her up bridal-style, and began to make his way toward their bedroom. Twilight, with a little wave, rested her head against the side of the couch. Not ten seconds later, she started to snore as what little energy she had disappeared.

Sunset could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she was carried. Her husband had carried her to the bedroom like this before, but this time it felt different. Anon walked as though he had a task to accomplish, his fingers digging into her flesh almost possessively. Was he finally going to do it? Was he going to hold her down and fuck her over and over until there was no way she wasn’t pregnant? Would she be a mother in the morning? Her mind went wild at the idea. It felt like those romance novels that Twilight liked to read.

She was so swept up in her thoughts that she didn’t realize they were in the bedroom until Anon dropped her onto their bed. She let out a squeak, flailing as her back hit the mattress. Placing a hand onto her chest, she gave him a glare. He smiled back.

“A penny for your thoughts?” he asked.

“I… was just thinking,” she replied as he climbed into the bed with her. “Anon?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for this. For both mine and Twilight’s thing. I know it’s kinda weird, and you didn’t need to humor us.I really do appreciate it, and I know she does too.”

He crawled on top of her. She could feel his penis prodding her lower belly as he leaned down to give her a kiss. He pressed himself down on top of her, pinning her to the bed.

“I’m happy to do it,” he said. “You both can be weird sex perverts all you like.”

Sunset snorted. “You’re the weird sex pervert.”

“I know you are, but what am I?”

“Don’t you start with that. I’ll punch you; I swear to Celestia.”

“What does our high school principal have anything to do with you assaulting me?”

“You know that isn’t who I’m talking about!”

Anon’s lips were so close to hers they were almost touching. She wondered why he wasn’t kissing her instead of hovering like he was, but then she noticed his chest was rising and falling with hers. A blush exploded across her face.

The deviant was sharing breath with her. Outside of marriage!

“...You’re really something, you know that?” she murmured.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know what I’m talking about, dummy.”

She grabbed his face, pulling him into another kiss. She could feel him positioning himself. Her hips rose when she felt his tip press against her lower lips.

“I love you lots,” Anon said with a smile that made her heart ache. “Almost as much as Tworkle.”

“Well, I love her more than you.”

“It’s the tits right?”

“Oh yeah. I love your fucking dick, but I’d throw you in a dumpster just to motorboat them.”

“Is that right?”

Without warning, Anon pushed himself into her. Sunset found herself gasping, staring deeply into his eyes. She exhaled. He inhaled. She inhaled. He exhaled. He was doing it again, with the lights on while looking at her no less. She felt herself clenching around him at the sheer degeneracy of it, her hands gripping his sides as he began to slowly push himself forward.

He could have just slammed in and started pounding her. It was his right as her man, and she would have had no issue with it, but took his time. He always insisted it was so he didn’t hurt her, but Sunset knew better. He wanted to savor every little inch of her pussy. The hottest, tightest, best pussy he ever and would ever have in his life; with Twilight coming in a very close second.

His pace quickened. Sunset could hear the bed creak. Anon rested his arms on each side of her. He shifted his weight, and Sunset couldn’t help but let out a groan when he pressed into her deeper than before.

“Fuuuuuuck~

Even faster he went. Tip to base, with each impact enough to make her bounce. Each time he hilted her vision would go a little blurry. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Her hands slid up his back, her fingernails digging into his flesh. If Anon felt them he didn’t show it, pounding her like the good little wife that she was.

“Come on! I know you can go faster than t-that, honey~!”

Sunset’s belly heaved. It was hard to keep eye contact with him, but she did her best. She could feel Anon twitching inside of her. It was getting harder to think clearly as her admittedly poor stamina was eroded thrust by thrust . Moaning, she lifted her legs, pressing her knees into his butt. A familiar, wonderful sensation began to build in her belly, making her lower body tense up. A jolt of pleasure made her suck air through her teeth and shut her eyes. She dug her nails into Anon’s back as hard as she could.

Anon’s hot, moist breath washed over her face. “You’re gonna make a great fucking mom.”

Sunset’s eyes shot open as an orgasm ripped through her. Heat and stars filled her being, and she let out a loud, slutty moan. The moan turned into a whinny when she felt cum being unloaded into her. She thrashed against her stallion, her lover, her husband, squirting so hard around his cock that she knocked herself senseless. Anon kept thrusting all the while, growling in her ear. Eventually, his frantic pace slowed. His cock began to soften, and he rested his head on her shoulder. He kissed her neck as, very slowly, she came back to herself.

She found herself staring up at the ceiling. Sweat stung her eyes, and it felt like she had just walked away from the beating of a lifetime. It took a good long while, but she was eventually able to slow her breathing and her pounding heart. Lifting a hand, she saw bloody fingertips and winced. She’d need to get Twilight to look at whatever damage she did.

“You… fucking dick.”

Anon chuckled. “Don’t like a taste of your own medicine?”

“You better quit with that sharing breath shit. A girl might get the wrong idea you know.”

She kissed the top of his head. Anon sighed, nuzzling into his neck.

“You know you can pull out, right?” she said.

“I tried,” he replied. “You got me locked down. If you squeezed any harder I think I’d split in two”

Sunset was confused by what he was talking about, but then realized her legs were tightly wrapped around his midsection. Slowly, she released him. Even so, Anon didn’t bother pulling out of her. She didn’t mind; it was nice having him this close.

“Anon?”

“Hmm?”

“We should probably get up and get your back looked at.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right. It feels like you really messed me up.”

The Lewdest Desire Of All

“We look ridiculous!”

It had taken a lot of effort. A lot of letters, conversations, even a few trips across dimensions, but here they were.

Twilight considered herself a very smart woman, but any talk of magic went right over her head. She was a scientist for goodness sake; things like magic and spells were supposed to be nothing but hogwash. If she hadn’t personally seen her girlfriend turn into a big demon and try to destroy the planet, she’d still be in blissful ignorance and not have to puzzle out how there were creatures out there that were able to safely move celestial bodies every single day.

The pony Twilight, a very important magical princess, had her doubts about Sunset’s plan when it was brought to her, but just like her human counterpart she seemed to love a challenge. Her, Sunset, and a strange unicorn that went by Starlight Glimmer--a mare who had also attempted to destroy all reality; seemed like unicorns were pretty into that sort of thing--all put their heads together. It took weeks, a lot of magical trial and error, but it had borne fruit. Both her and Sunset were on their side of the mirror, and both of them were horses.

Twilight had been a magical, colorful, talking horse before, more times than she wished even, and it was still as weird as it had been the first time. She didn’t like being so small, or walking on hooves. Her field of vision was much wider than as a woman, and her sense of smell was so much sharper, as was her earring. Speaking of hearing, she very much didn’t care for the fact that she could now move her ears in several directions. She didn’t even want to think about her tail, or the fact that she currently had a sharp bone jutting out of her forehead.

Sunset had taken to her transformation easily. It made sense, what with her being born a pony and all. Twilight just wished she didn’t look so confident walking around while she was trying her hardest not to fall over.

“Ridiculous? What are you talking about? You look adorable.”

“My glasses are about to fall off my face!”

“Then use your magic to push them up your muzzle.”

“Oh no. I’m not opening that can of worms!”

Rolling her eyes, Sunset’s horn glowed. Twilight felt her glasses being pushed up in a more comfortable position up her muzzle. She scrunched said muzzle up at the thought of having such a thing now.

“Oh, looks like I can use magic. I guess the spell didn’t have any issues,” Sunset said with a happy jump. “That’ll be interesting for later when we get our hooves on Anon.”

Twilight’s ears perked up, then flattened against her skull. She tried not to freak out at just how odd it all felt. “Sunset?”

“Yes darling?”

“Don’t you think this is… weird?”

Sunset blinked. “Weird? Whatcha mean?”

Twilight made a vague gesture with her hoof, and nearly fell over for her troubles. “I mean, Anon wanting to do stuff with us while we’re… this.”

“What? Horses?”

“Yeah.”

“And what’s wrong with a man wanting to fuck a couple of unicorns?” Sunset asked with a frown.

“We’re animals, Sunset!”

“Yeah, the sexiest animal,” Sunset said, puffing her furry little chest out. “Nothing hotter than a mare. I’d know, I was one for almost my whole life.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Are you even sure he’d want to… you know, with us like this? Did he specifically tell you?”

“Nope, but I could put the pieces together.”

“What pieces?”

“Trust me. You know if a man was made for Equestrian pussy if you’re around him long enough, and we’ve known Anon for a very long time. Besides, he seemed pretty excited when I told him what we were doing.”

Twilight shuffled in place, looking down at the ground. Sunset, seeing her discomfort, leaned against her, nuzzling the back of her ear.

“If you’re that freaked out about it I could change you back and go alone. I’m sure Anon would understand,” she offered.

Twilight took a deep breath. “No… Anon was more than happy to humor us when we wanted to spice up the bedroom. It wouldn’t be fair for anyone if I went and chickened out now, especially since I’m already a horse.”

“Pony.”

“Pony. I’m sure I’ll get used to it once we’re in the swing of things.”

She nuzzled Sunset back, who smiled. “I’m sure Anon won’t make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” she said. “And, if you really start thinking about it, there are a lot of neat things that you can do in your new body now.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Well, your smell is a lot better now, right?”

“It is.”

“Did you know it’s good enough to smell boners?”

“No it’s not you liar,” Twilight said with a chuckle, pushing the mare. This time, she managed to mostly keep her balance.

“It’s not a lie,” Sunset said with complete seriousness. “The second you walk through that door you’ll be able to pick up Anon’s pheromones. Since you’ve never experienced it before, it’ll be a little intense at first, especially how much you humans pump them out. I promise the second he gets aroused you’ll know about it.”

Her horn glowed. Twilight jumped as she felt something touch her back. Looking around, she saw Sunset had conjured a hand.

“He’s a lot bigger than us too,” Sunset continued, as her magic hand ran its fingers through her fur. “He’d be able to pick us up and do whatever he wanted to us as long as he wanted. That dick of his will be something else now too; our pretty pony pussies might have a hard time taking him. Thankfully, we don’t have gag reflexes anymore.”

Twilight shivered as Sunset blew on her ear, her magic hand sliding down her back to touch her tail dock. She rubbed it with a finger, and Twilight let out a gasp.

“If you want he’d probably just let you sit on his face. With that cute lil’ pair of teats you have now along with that marehood and ponut he’ll have so much to play with. You think my stamina is bad as a human, you should see me as a unicorn; you’ll be the same too. Anon will make you cum so hard and so many times you’ll never want to turn back~.”

She nipped Twilight’s side. Twilight yelped, jumping away from her and giving her a stern glare. Her tail was raised, and for the life of her she couldn’t figure out how to make it to back down.

Sunset just laughed at her. “I’m just teasing, sweetie,” she said, opening the door with her magic. “Just watch me. I’ll make sure everypony enjoys themselves.”

As she walked through the door, she lifted her tail, exposing her mare bits to Twilight. The nerd watched as her clit popped out of its hood, sending a spurt of semi-clear liquid to the floor. Twilight’s nostrils flared, the scent of an aroused mare making her tense up.

“Come on, no more horsing around. We need to make Anon’s day.”

~_~_~_~_~_~

“Oh my fucking gosh~!”

Twilight twisted and jerked. Her hooves tried finding purchase in the ground, but to little avail. Anon stood over her, massive, imposing, keeping her held firmly in place. In his hand was a tool he had been using on the dork for the better part of half an hour, which had left her a twitching, sweaty, dopey mess.

“This feels so… GOOD~”

Twilight let out a knicker as Anon carefully carved more of her hoof away with a hoof knife. Holding Twilight’s hoof between his legs, he inspected the appendage , then brushed some bits of dirt and hoof away. He hummed and hawed for a minute or two before, with a smile, he slid the knife back into a slot on his belt and pulled out some sanding paper.

A few feet away, Sunset was lounging on a bale of hay, frowning. When her and Twilight had walked out into their backyard to see hay, bags of corn feed, cones, barrels, and all sorts of other things she had come in with pretty high hopes. Anon had made them run around for a bit until they were all sweaty like a couple of fancy show ponies. He had them drink out of buckets, offered them some sugarcubes, then disappeared into the house. Sunset figured he’d come out in nothing but a cowboy hat and ride them like a couple of wild mares, but then he appeared in this get up of his and insisted he look at their hooves. What happened after reminded her more of a medical examination than a sexy role play, and then Anon brought out his tools.

Twilight, slobbering, neighed. She tilted her head back, grabbing the back of Anon’s shirt with her mouth and tugging on it. Anon, without missing a beat, reached around and gave her muzzle a light swat. Adjusting the hoof between his legs, he started to sand.

Sunset glanced away from him and down at her own hooves. Anon had just finished working on them, and while she was rather bemused with what was going on she had to admit that he had done a really good job. She had frequently used Princess Celestia’s personal farrier a number of times when she was younger, and they hadn’t done nearly as good as her boyfriend had. Not only were her hooves so shiny that she could see herself in them, when she had done a little trot around the yard for him she had noticed that it felt nicer just to walk.

She rested her head on top of her forelegs, watching as Anon began coating Twilight’s hoof with a weird, syrup-y liquid that came from a can by his foot. Her horn glowed, and with a thought she teleported two pieces of bread to her side. She glanced around the yard and, seeing some dandelions, plucked them and levitated them over.

Anon paused his work to watch as she put the dandelions on one of the pieces of bread, then teleported some ketchup and mustard and squirted both on the other. Sandwich made, the unicorn gave them a sniff before taking a big bite.

“...What are you doing over there?”

“Eating. I’m getting hungry. It’s a lot better when you’re a pony. Trust me.”

Whatever hope Sunset had with some interspecies fornication after having her and Twilight’s hooves looked after was quickly dashed when Anon pulled out a series of brushes. What happened after that was nothing less than Elysium. Sunset had been pampered before--she had gone with Rarity and the girls to the spa more times than she cared to admit-- but this was one a whole other level.

First her mane and her tail were brushed, then her legs, then finally every inch of her barrel. Anon was as thorough and diligent as he had been with their hooves. He went over and over again with one brush, not moving to the other until he was certain every hair on their bodies were right where they wanted him. The brushes felt wonderful going through her fur. Anon made sure not to tug or rip at any knot or clump of fur he found, and his little touches and scratches made her wiggle and laugh.

He did make it awfully hard to seduce him, but she did her best. While he worked on her rump and tail she winked for him whenever she caught his gaze lowering. She also made sure to bump his groin with her snout, and open her mouth to show just how long and dexterous her tongue was. He didn’t take her bait. In fact, as far as she could tell, he didn’t even seem to notice, so lost in his grooming. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him so content.

After Anon was done with her, her coat was gleaming in the sunlight. Twilight got much of the same treatment, and fell asleep halfway through, though he didn’t seem to mind much. When he was done with her, Anon carried the sleeping mare into the house. Sunset followed right behind him, doing her best not to get anything on her hooves. They made their way into the living room, where he set Twilight down onto his lap, letting the unicorn rest against him with her head on his shoulder.

It took a few tries, but Sunset was able to leap onto the bed. She levitated the remote over and turned on the tv before resting her head against Anon’s thigh. Even with a hot purple mare right in his lap he was still as soft as could be. It was a little frustrating, but that went away pretty quickly when she felt a hand begin scratching her behind the ears.

“Ohhhhh~”

She leaned back into the hand, her tail swishing. Anon scratched her more rigorously, going from her ears to her neck without missing a beat. When she felt fingertips massaging just above her left right shoulder, Sunset had to put her head back down, letting out a happy groan as she did so.

With each breath she took, she could smell him, so much better than when she was a human. She could very clearly detect every little nuance of him. The smell of the shampoo he wore, the sweat he broke in when he was brushing them both down, the cotton from the shirt he was wearing and the detergent that had been used on it. She had always taken comfort in his scent, but now it was so much more amplified. Anon was no stallion, but he was still her mate. The one that made her feel happy, the one that made her feel safe and content and so many other things.

Sometime during her petting, Sunset must have drifted off. Her head was still on her boyfriend’s thigh, but his hands were nowhere to be felt. She could also hear giggling. Ears perking up, she opened her ears and lifted her head.

Twilight was now awake. Anon was holding her, aggressively nuzzling her furry chest. The unicorn had her hooves on top of his head, her tail wagging excitedly. Seeing Sunset staring at her, she gave the mare a little wave.

“Morning there, sleepy head.”

“Morning yourself. What the heck is Anon doing?”

Twilight looked down at Anon, who was lost in his own little world, then shrugged. “I really don’t know. He’s been doing it since I woke up. It feels kinda nice.”

Sunset watched the two for a little longer before sitting up. “In that case, I wanna turn,” she said, poking the man’s side. “You got two pretty mares here, big guy. You wouldn’t want to just go and ignore one of them now, would you?”

She booped his cheek with her nose. When he turned to her she leaned into him, aggressively rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. A hand scooped her up by the rump and pulled her into his lap, cutiemark to cutiemark with Twilight. The mares looked at each other, then down at their man. Both grinned, reaching out and grabbing him.

What happened after that was a blur of scratching and petting, kissing and ear biting. They were like a pair of affectionate puppies. Sure, it was a little demeaning, and a whinny or two might have slipped out, but they were pretty sure this was what he wanted. With both mares working together, Anon was totally overwhelmed, so much so that they were able to force him down onto the couch. He still did his best to return the affection, looking as content as any man that had ever lived. There were points when he looked like he was genuinely holding back tears, but Twilight or Sunset would just barrel through, fur and mane wiping away and leaking eyes.

It was when Sunset found herself sitting on Anon’s chest, using her magic to hold down his arms and legs while Twilight blew raspberries on his belly, when she felt it. She could feel something begin to ebb away from deep within her.

“Twi, I think--”

There was a poof and a flash of light. The smell of sugar and gunpowder filled the room in the blink of an eye. Anon, who had been squirming and giggling like a school girl, let out a yell as he was flashbanged by magic.

It took some time, but his vision cleared, and he was able to see a now human Sunset--who was very much naked--sitting on his chest. While he would have never said it out loud, her pony self was much lighter, meaning that he was having some trouble breathing. Sunset had her arms spread out and was very still, as if she were worried she’d explode again.

“Sunset?” Twilight said behind her, sounding not happy at all. “What the HECK was that?!”

“The spell gave up the ghost, Twi,” she replied, giving her fingers an experimental wiggle. “When that sort of thing happens it’s usually… violent. Hey, you’re not some monstrous, half pony half human creature are you?”

“No.”

“Do I look like a half pony half human creature?”

“...No.”

Sunset sighed, slowly lowering her arms. “Alright. Good. Doesn’t look like there are any bad side effects then…”

“Sunset? Were there supposed to be side effects?”

Luckily for Sunset, Anon made a pained noise. The woman quickly crawled off him and, checking to see if he was completely fine and not a half horse monster, she got down onto her knees next to him. Twilight, just as naked as her, crawled off the couch as well and moved next to her.

Anon looked at the two, still dazed. “Hey, seriously though, Sunny, was there a chance of this all turning out to be bad? I just wanted to pet some horses, not have to worry if you two were going to explode.”

“We were fine,” Sunset said with a wave of a hand. “Even if the spell went a little funny at the end we had two powerful magic users and myself working on it. There really wasn’t a chance that there would have been such extreme side effects.”

Anon’s eyes narrowed, and he sat up. “Then why the heck did you think you were some horse monster then?”

“I didn’t think anything,” she insisted, trying not to look over at Twilight. “It’s just… well, magic here is a little funny. Even if any catastrophic mutations were a incredibly low possibility, I just wanted to make sure--”

Twilight reached up, placing a hand over her mouth. “Shhhh. Be quiet before you get yourself in trouble and tell me that what we did was super dangerous,” she said.

Sunset did as she was told while the other woman smiled at their boyfriend. “Magical nonsense aside, did you enjoy yourself, honey?”

Anon smiled. “I did. It was a lot of fun.”

“Where on earth did you learn how to do all that stuff with our hooves? In fact, why did you even want us to be horses in the first place?”

A flash of embarrassment crossed Anon’s face. He awkwardly coughed, looking away. “I, uh, I looked up how to do that stuff on the internet. When you both went to Rarity’s for Sweetie’s birthday I actually went over to Sweet Apple Acres and had Big Mac let me practice on a few of their horses too.” He scratched his chin. “And… I don’t know. I’ve heard all your stories about going on to Equestria and being little talking horses I thought it’d be cute seeing you walking around like that. I wanted to see you both do horsey things I guess.”

Sunset couldn’t help but shake her head. “Well, I’m sorry the spell didn’t last. We could have really shown you what mares really can do.”

Her words were meant with a blank stare. “I mean, I was thinking after the petting I could have tried talking you both into going back outside so I could watch you trot around. Maybe give you a bath afterwards or something…”

“I was thinking of a different exercise. The kind where you’re just as naked as us~”

The only sound that could be heard was the clock on the wall ticking as Anon processed Sunset’s words. His face scrunched up, and he leaned back in disgust.

“What are you talking about, Sunset? You thought I wanted to fuck you both while you were ponies?”

“That’s what these date nights are for, honey,” Twilight pointed out. “We’re supposed to indulge each other’s fantasies.”

Anon’s jaw opened and closed, trying to form words. “Not all fantasies have to end in sex, you dirty old women!” he said. “Jesus, I knew you were perverts, but this is really something else.”

Twilight looked over at Sunset. “I thought it was weird too. Sunset here is the one that told me you’d want to have sex with us like that.”

Sunset looked between the two. This hadn’t been what she was expecting when she woke up this morning. All that hard work, making all those trips to Equestria with the thought she was going to fulfill one of her boyfriend’s deepest fantasies, was all for naught.

She felt her face heat up under Twi’s and Anon’s gazes. “...You really didn’t want to fuck us as ponies?”

“No. Why in the world do you think I’d want to do something like that?”

“I just thought… you know. Since you’re such a fan of horses, and I was a horse…”

Twilight leaned toward her ear. “Pervert,” she whispered.

Blushing harder, Sunset gave her a light shove. “Will you shut up?