Perverse Pleasures

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.”