“Hey guys,” Sam Reynolds greeted as she approached the same street corner as before. Once again there were ponies hanging out at the street light. “Where’s what’s-his-face?” Sam asked, noticing one of them was missing, and that for whatever reason her little changeling friend was not in his earth pony disguise.

“Pierce is busy at his job,” the pegasus Smokescreen answered matter-of-factly.

“Don’t you have a job?” Sam carefully asked.

“Morning shifts, it’s all good.”

“And I don’t have a job,” Fractured Mindset admitted. “I just do odd jobs where I can get them.”

“I don’t like it when Pierce isn’t here,” Smokescreen mumbled.

Sam considered the situation. “Why’s that?”

“He always comes up with something to talk about,” the pegasus explained. “I’ve already learned just about all there is to know about changelings.”

“Before you ask, it is virtually a necessity for changelings to know all about other kinds of ponies,” Fracture added.

“Why not hang out at my place?” Sam offered, waving a hand loosely in the direction of her home.

Smokescreen looked doubtful. “I don’t know if we should impose.”

“Don’t worry about imposing, Smoke. I’ve done worse in there,” Fracture smirked. The two equines shared a giggle at the idea. Sam considered the possibility of Fracture running his mouth off about what they’d been up to. Somehow, it didn’t bother her nearly as much as she expected. In fact, it was almost flattering.

“I do hope whatever you shared with your little pony friends was positive?”

“Ah? Ah yes, yes it was. I had a great time, like I told you then. But yeah, I’d love to hang with you some more. Not necessarily in that way if Smoke’s coming along…”

Smoke audibly smirked. “I don’t see why not. It could be interesting.”

“Don’t count on it, honey,” Sam said with the tiniest twitch in her eye. “Follow me, I guess.”

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“So this is the place?” Smokescreen asked as she entered the living room of Sam’s house. “Looks about the way I expected,” she half-lied.

“I see you changed it around a bit,” Fracture remarked. Indeed, the whole place seemed a bit brighter compared to the first time he’d been there.

“Thanks, I guess,” Sam awkwardly acknowledged. “Why not watch some TV while I go get some drinks?” she offered as she turned on the TV and put the remote control in front of her equine guests. The TV showed a news channel, where a certain sharp-dressed unicorn newscaster was in the middle of a breach of professionalism, excusing himself and leaving his human partner to report on some group somewhere who had expressed their distinct displeasure at having a pony for president and how the whole world was basically going to shit. A random guy on the street shrugged as a microphone was aimed at him and said that it wasn’t that bad at all.

Smoke sighed. “And that’s ‘news’. This sucks, Fracture. Put something else on?”

Fracture nodded in agreement and picked up the remote control with his magic. He studied the buttons for a moment and realized he had barely a clue which button to press. While he intended to go one channel higher, he instead pushed the other button. Starting from channel one and going down, the value wrapped around. Much to the ponies’ mutual surprise, there was something very interesting on the highest channel.

It was pornography. Between the two of them, Fracture was the only one who had any experience with the human body in a sexual light, and even then only female. What he saw on TV, however, was not only exclusively human, but much less… nice. He had no other word for it than that. It was kind of brutal, with not a trace of love between the two participants on screen. Casting a quick glance at his pony friend, Fracture found that Smokescreen was somewhat disgusted and only just a little turned on – he always found it easy to tell such things.

“This is supposed to be exciting?” Smoke asked incredulously. “Did we miss the introduction or something?”

“Perhaps we did. I don’t expect it was very good,” Fracture argued weakly. At that precise moment, Samantha came back in from the kitchen, nearly dropping a tray full of drinks and snacks when she saw and heard what the ponies were watching.

“What the fuck are you doing watching porn?!” Sam asked as she put the tray down on the table.

“I was wondering that myself,” Smoke replied. “Is this what passes as ‘erotic’ for humans?”

“Oh hardly,” Sam denied as she tried to calm down and not look at the TV. She snatched the remote control out of Fracture’s magic and hit the mute button.

“By the hive, there’s a third one,” Fracture muttered as another man appeared on the screen. He looked about as stereotypical as the other one, who was on his back, busy being ridden by the buxom blonde woman. To the ponies’ disgust, instead of taking the newcomer in her mouth or something, he just crouched down behind the woman and rammed into her asshole.

“Dear sweet Luna, that’s nasty. He just… he just went in dry!”

“It is, isn’t it?” Sam agreed. “I honestly can’t imagine many people would get off on this kind of stuff, but logically there are or they wouldn’t still produce it.” She sighed and turned off the TV. “That and my… earlier experience with Fracture just make me wonder.”

“What is it?” Fracture asked. He could guess, and he was pretty sure he’d guess correctly, but he didn’t want to be ‘that guy’.

“Do ponies have porn?”

If he had fingers, he’d snap them. Before Fracture could answer, Smoke beat him to it. “We do, but I doubt you’d recognize it as such.”

“I’ve got my laptop in my bedroom,” Sam offered, pointing at her bedroom door. By now she was legitimately interested. “Perhaps you could show me?”

“Okay. But only if you work the keyboard; I doubt your laptop is adjusted for pony use.”

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Sam sat behind her laptop, on her bed, flanked by her pegasus friend and changeling lover. “Okay, where do I go?”

Smoke took a moment to recall her favorite source. “Ah… icancloptothis.eq, I think it was.”

Sam typed in what she was told and hit Enter. Within moments a bright, pastel-colored page appeared on screen. On one side was a picture of a sultry-looking pegasus mare in (much to Sam’s surprise) lacy underthings with just a hint of wetness on her panties. On the other, there was a strapping earth stallion with a friendly smile, no superfluous clothes, and the tip of his cock poking out of his sheath. A series of category thumbnails sat between them listing nearly everything a pony could want, topped off with a full-width search field. Sam couldn’t help but notice that most if not all the category thumbnails were roughly as tame as the two poster ponies, with choices like ‘filly fooling’, ‘colt cuddling’, ‘hugging’, ‘horn play’, and in the far corner there was a semi-translucent thumbnail with a little “work in progress” ribbon on it that read ‘changelings’.

“Wait, hugging is a legit category?” Sam called out.

“Yeah, everypony likes a good hug.”

“In a pornographic context?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, if you click that one you get all their results that include hugging. Some ponies just really like it, and think hugging is really important, so they put it on the front page.”

“It’s good to see they’re working on the changeling category,” Fracture remarked. “Can I make a suggestion?”

Sam and Smoke nodded. “Try searching for ah… ‘filly fooling, age difference, -sisters, unicorn’. That’s with a dash in front of ‘sisters’.”

“You have incest as a proper tag?” Sam asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” Smoke admitted. “But most of it is either fake, if it’s visual, or gay. Or only loving and not fucking.”

“Like a nice little story about two sisters who love each other so very much,” Fracture dropped in, “but they know they can never consummate their love and get away with it.”

“What’ll really tickle your titties,” Smoke finished, momentarily confusing Sam with her choice of words, “is that there’s results for Princess Celestia and Luna.”

“Okay now I know you’re fucking with me,” Sam denied.

“No, it’s true. Honest.”

“I’d rather do what Fraggle said. What was it again? Ah yes,” Sam recalled as she typed in the suggested search query. “First result?”

“Why not,” Fracture handwaved.

“Oh, it’s a video,” Smoke pointed out. “This should be good.”

Sam couldn’t be surprised anymore. Not at the fact that the video was pretty long and started out with a very nice, slow pan across a small mansion, possibly somewhere in Equestria. Soothing piano music played in the background, somewhat muted from the low volume setting on Sam’s laptop, as the camera slowly went inside and found a music room. Sam never expected a diegetic switch in what was for all intents and purposes supposed to be a porno, but there it was: the piano music was being played by a young unicorn filly. She looked very young, younger than Smokescreen, but as far as Sam could tell she was old enough to be in such a production.

“Nice start,” Sam admitted as she and her pony friends watched how a well-matured mare appeared. The mare said something about how she loved good students. Clearly then, she was the filly’s piano teacher. The filly blushed and said something that Sam couldn’t make out. The older mare was slightly surprised and apparently asked the filly to repeat herself. She must’ve flubbed, Sam guessed, and said something about ‘loving you too’ instead of ‘loving a good teacher’. The filly took a sharp breath and looked the older mare straight in the eyes.

“I said I love you, miss.”

The proclamation was made loud enough to be clear, even at those volume settings, but what followed was again too subdued. “Haha, called it,” Sam joked as she tapped a key and increased the volume a bit.

The older mare seemed taken aback. She stumbled a bit, and caught her footing again. She blushed as the filly’s words sank in, then her features softened again.

“You know we shouldn’t. I’m a teacher, you’re my student.”

“I don’t care, Ms. Allegretto. I only asked mother to hire you as my teacher because I wanted to be close to you, to spend time together with you.”

“…I love you too, Moderato.”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” Sam interjected, “a little cliché, but sweet.” She could swear she heard Smoke wistfully sigh.

Sam would’ve expected the two ponies to start kissing at this point, but found them hugging instead, and not even real tightly. Soon enough they did tighten their hug, and carefully nuzzled each other. The older mare flared up her horn to take off her glasses. The filly she was embracing took that moment to finally kiss her lover carefully on the lips. Properly distracted, Ms. Allegretto’s horn was struck by Moderato’s while hers was still active. This caused a feedback of some sort that Sam was unfamiliar with, that caused the older mare to buckle. She would’ve pulled Moderato down with her if the filly wasn’t seated. Finally, they started properly kissing.

By then, Sam was lightly squirming in her spot on the bed. She found Fracture had snuggled up tight against her, and one of Smoke’s wings covered her lower back.

“Are you guys… cuddling me?”

“Maybe,” Smoke half-admitted. She lazily flopped around and laid herself across Sam’s lap, inviting Sam to stroke her wings with a soft swat. She took one last look at the video, and faced Fracture. Taking the hint, the changeling gave Smoke a soft nuzzle and a lick. Sam, untrained as she was in many manners pegasus, carefully stroked the edges of Smoke’s wings until she detected a soft, content moaning.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Good enough for a newbie,” Smoke rasped. “Do you want to switch? Let Frac and me… take care of you?”

As Sam was gently pushed backwards on her bed, she couldn’t help but wonder. “Smoke, are you gay?”

“I like to consider myself… flexible.”

Fracture considered piping in on how most changelings’ barn doors swung both ways out of necessity, but didn’t bother. Instead, he used the tip of his horn to pop the button of Sam’s pants open, and pulled them off with his teeth. It seemed sexier to him than using his telekinesis, or letting Sam do it herself. Looking up with a mouthful of pants, he saw Smoke gently licking Sam’s face and neck, and Sam stroking her Earth human breasts through her shirt. Fracture shrugged and magically pulled Sam’s shirt up to reveal the orbs of fatty tissue that were still so alien to the changeling, covered only by her – what was the word? Oh yes, her bra. It was an odd thing, Fracture considered as he carefully peeled it away, but he could somewhat imagine why human females would need them. He turned his gaze to Smokescreen, who had by now moved to deep but slow kisses, and quickly compared the human’s breasts with Smoke’s nipples.

“Yeah, I think I prefer them without those things,” the changeling decided as he carefully nuzzled Sam’s crotch. At Sam’s increased moaning, he climbed up to nuzzle his human lover and rub his slowly extruding cock against the spot he’d just vacated. Slowly, Fracture held a hoof near Samantha’s mouth. “Smoke,” he whispered, “you wanna see something cool?”

Smokescreen removed her tongue from Sam’s mouth and rolled back a little to give Fracture some room to work. When the somewhat dazed woman saw the changeling’s hole-riddled hoof, she grabbed hold of it and sloppily licked the edge of the nearest hole.

“Oh wow,” Smokescreen breathed. “I didn’t know that was a thing. Why is this a thing?”

If Fracture wanted to answer, he couldn’t. The rimjob was almost as delicious as the exquisite cocktail of love and lust he’d been drinking in all that time. Curiously, Smoke held her own hoof near Fracture’s, softly pressing onto Sam’s nose. Moments later, Sam took one hand off Fracture’s hoof and, holding it by one of his holes with the other, roughly brought it down to her breasts. With her free hand, she grabbed Smoke’s hoof, pulled it down to her mouth, and licked the bottom clean. Smoke was somewhat glad to be held and already lying on her side as it tickled as much as it excited her. When it was all cleaned up, the two equines switched; Smoke fondled Sam’s breasts and Fracture got another go-over with her tongue.

Well and thoroughly stimulated, Fracture magically pulled away Sam’s sodden panties. As he prepared to enter, Smoke climbed over the woman’s body, facing the excited changeling. Her rapidly winking slit dripped onto Sam’s chin, filling her nostrils with the typical – if not unfamiliar to the woman – scent of a mare ready for anything. The pegasus’ backside slowly approached Sam’s mouth and hovered there until Fracture slipped his eager cock inside Sam’s slick womanhood. A chorus of grunts and moans sounded as the two lovers and best friend kissed, fucked, and ate out each other. Sam reached between Smoke’s back legs and, much to the pegasus’ surprise, started tweaking her nipples. Nopony had ever done that to her, though Smoke had to admit to herself that she didn’t get eaten out very often to begin with. She nearly bit on Fracture’s tongue as she came closer to her peak and forced herself to let go of her changeling friend. A single finger was all it took to make her collapse on top of Sam; a sweaty, sticky mess, crumpled against Fracture’s pounding barrel.

With the pegasus pussy out of her face, Sam was once again able to properly vocalize, or at least as far as someone deep in the throes of being fucked silly by someone literally hung like a horse can be. “More,” she cracked, holding tightly onto Smoke’s haunches. Fracture, nearing the point of no return himself, happily obliged. He paused to take a deep breath, and hammered his dick into Sam’s sopping snatch, as deep as he could. Within moments, the point was reached. The first three streams of Fracture’s thick cum went deep inside Sam’s inner chamber, where it would be nonetheless challenged to be of any reproductive use. In a too-short moment of lucidity, he pulled out and let the rest of his load land in Smoke’s woozy face.

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Samantha Reynolds woke up in a heap, covered in sticky, smelly pony. As she recalled the reason for her present situation and smiled at the memories, as far as she could, Sam noticed something that had escaped her scrutiny the last time she’d lay with Fracture, aided by what was caked all over Smokescreen’s face.

As it turned out, much to Sam’s amusement, he came in green.

Author's Note

Name notes: Allegretto is a moderately fast tempo, about 98 to 109 beats per minute. Moderato is 86 to 97 BPM.