Springtime.

A time of warmth, of new beginning, and promises of a bountiful year. A breath of air filled with budding leaves, babbling brooks, and fresh morning dew. Male and female alike, could jolt from their homes and bathe in new companionship, to flaunt their best and renew their social campaign.

To be brief, it was mating season.

To be specific, it was Pinkie Pie’s time.

Her very best friends knew it all along. They’d all endured the party-animal’s inhuman libido. Every year, Pinkie would require a ‘sacrifice’ to kick the new cycle off with that ear-to-ear smile.

It was necessary. Anyone who lived in that little village long enough could attest. A happy Pinkie Pie meant parties, smiles, and buildings not reduced to ash. One by one, year after year, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, and even Fluttershy had took one for the team.

But there was one young woman who hadn’t bit the bullet. One who hadn’t spent a day and night with a starving Pinkie Pie. Twilight Sparkle was her name; a young scholar from an old royal city, sent to this humble village to make friends.

Unfortunately for her, Pinkie Pie was one of those friends.

It wouldn’t have been so bad, really, if Pinkie hadn’t outright demanded Twilight to be her… consort for that year. Perhaps it could’ve been avoided, had Twilight aloud Winter Wrap-up without butting in. Maybe then, she wouldn’t be trapped in Sugarcube Corner, begging her pink-haired friend for an alternative.

There was no alternative. Pinkie Pie was hungry, and Twilight Sparkle was her meal.

Sadly, the three ladies that literally dragged Twilight to her fate knew that. Despite all the pleas, all the shouts, curses, kicks, and screams, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity knew there was no other way. One does not simply deny Pinkie Pie one the first day of Spring.

Somehow, that didn’t stop them from staying after Sugarcube Corner slammed shut and locked. Somehow it wasn’t enough to just blindly accept Pinkie rocking Twilight’s world. There was a word for this sort of thing; fraudulence? No. Nosiness? Not quite.

“OW! Pinkie Pie! W-watch the teeth!”

Voyeurism. Voyeurism, is what it was.

Applejack knew that. Rainbow Dash knew that. But what was Rarity’s excuse? After Twilight’s first pleasured howl behind those closed doors, Rarity couldn’t find an excuse. But, surely—surely—it wasn’t in a ladies best interest to have an ear smashed against the door.

“Yes. That—that’s it,” Twilight groaned. “Just like that... Just like… like—oho, Pinkie.”

It was in a lady’s best interest that day, however. “I… I’m a shameless pervert,” Rarity muttered, massaging her aching erection through her silky-white skirt.

“Join the club,” chimed her fellow eavesdroppers.

Rarity looked below her, smiling wryly at a kneeling Rainbow Dash. “Well, you seem to be enjoying this far more than I,” Rarity teased.

Rainbow’s hands churned viciously in her cyan short-shorts. Squeezing her balls, choking her excited member. “Can you blame me?” Rainbow defended. “This is… kinda hot.”

Rarity than turned to Applejack… and couldn’t take her eyes from her erection. It nearly tore her tiny jean-shorts clean off! Every shout and squeal from behind the door made Applejack twitch. Beating through her shorts. Fist-sized balls bound together, begging for air.

Rarity blushed and noticed, for the first time, how Applejack’s swollen pride hovered over Rainbow’s head.

“God, just listen to that.” On Applejack’s words, Rarity redeemed her focus. “Pinkie’s always so… dedicated,” Applejack said.

Indeed, if Sugarcube Corner had thinner walls, the whole town would hear the hungry slurps. For now, though, it rewarded three young women and the lucky, lucky scholar on the receiving end.

“Pinkie Pie. Faster… Harder. Please, just–” The pleas were answered, and slurps became louder on popping wet flesh. “Was that your–MMM! So deep! H-how are you doing that—AH!”

By now, Rainbow Dash grew bold, openly beating her now exposed pecker. “Pinkie’s throating her,” she huffed.

Rarity nearly bit her lip right off. With eyes closed and cock jutted behind her dress, she strained to retain whatever decency she had left. Strained to stay above Rainbow’s temptation. “She certainly doesn’t mind gagging, “Rarity said, if only to stay focused.

That was true. Rarity’s own experience with Pinkie had proven that much. She could still feel it; that wet, squirming tongue smothering her cock. That tight throat slamming against her again and again. At one point, Rarity feared Pinkie would literally swallow her, almost too afraid to even look at Pinkie’s genuine efforts.

Rarity smiled as Twilight experienced the same wonderful things at that very moment. But when a slender finger snaked along her stiff length, Rarity’s smile evaporated. Her eyes shot open and gawked at the athlete smiling up at her.

“Pinkie was pretty good to you, huh?” Rainbow asked, her hand reaching beneath Rarity’s little skirt.

Rarity gasped at the icy fingers clamping her balls. “Rainbow Dash, you… Y-yes. Yes, she was,” she conceded with a gentle hip-thrust.

“Betcha I’m better…”

Rainbow’s hissing tone cracked every muscle in Rarity’s body with tension. Rarity shivered, now standing completely straight before Rainbow, a hand pressed on the door beside her, legs proudly parted.

“You’re welcome to prove it, darling. But I doubt it,” Rarity said with her own smile.

A frosty spike of fear shot through Rarity’s chest as she remembered her position. Challenging Rainbow’s libido with balls in hand wasn’t wise. A squeeze and a tug duly reminded her of that. Rarity twitched, her balls futilely trying to sink in, to escape the cold clutches.

Rainbow smiled bigger at Rarity’s tiny whine.

Hungry magenta eyes trailed down Rarity’s slim, lithe body, and rested on the meat-stick pointing at her. Instinct took over, and Rainbow’s tongue flickered and swirled at the tool confined behind Rarity’s skirt. Touching without touching; sweet torture at its finest.

Rarity’s hips bucked forward, and her fleshy spear jabbed Rainbow’s lips. “Don’t. Don’t tease me, you little–OH!” Rainbow squeezed tighter. So tight, one of Rarity’s balls poked out between her fingers.

Normally, licked lips and a crooked smirk would leave Rarity a crumbled mess, begging to be devoured, ready to shiver and scream against the wet, warm embrace of one’s mouth. Rainbow Dash ruined that. Now, only glistened, terrified eyes met Rainbow’s, unable to look away.

“Beg for it…”

Another cold stab met Rarity’s chest. The consequences for disobeying Rainbow seemed… less than charitable. But, of course, Rarity hadn’t made it so far in life by being the first nut to crack.

“Make me…” Rarity challenged, wholeheartedly believing her nut would crack.

Rainbow’s smile dropped, and so did Rarity’s hope of keeping her swollen weapon. However, the spine-twisting image of Rainbow pulling and tearing was never realized. Instead came a cold draft as her skirt lifted over her waist. Rainbow lunged forward.

Rarity thrust her hips again, taken completely off guard by the sudden warmth. Rarity didn’t scream though. No, Rainbow would’ve enjoyed that. Instead, Rarity bit her lips closed, and squinted at her rainbow-haired attacker.

Sharp breaths whistled through Rarity’s nose, watching Rainbow’s head ease away from her cock.

A loud, satisfying smack rung in Rarity’s ears, and she almost slipped; she almost groaned aloud. Congratulating herself was strictly prohibited, though. With balls still in hand, and the other hand now clamped at Rarity’s base, Rainbow lunged forward again.

It was pathetic, really. Rarity saw it coming. She knew what to expect. And still, she yelped like an injured dog. Warmth enveloped her, spreading through her wobbly knees, cracking the very foundation she stood on. Rarity reached forward, and ran her fingers through Rainbow’s silky hair.

Rainbow’s looked up at Rarity, eyes half-lidded and glazed. And as the lips around her cock curled up, Rarity found herself smiling too. Rainbow began to suck. It was subtle at first, every bob of Rainbow’s head was gentle and controlled, her mouth popping quietly against Rarity’s veiny flesh.

“Rainbow Dash…”

That whisper was her first mistake.

Rarity’s cerulean eyes widened, and her jaw went slack. Rainbow’s pace became frantic, starving. Rarity watched the whole of her shaft vanish again and again, slurped and sucked off without mercy or tenderness. If Rarity bit her lip any harder, she’d have tasted blood.

Her hips ached and screamed to thrust forward, to meet the throat hammering against her cock. But Rarity remained frozen, shivering against the fingers that squeezed her, tamed her. Rainbow pulled back, and her other hand glided upon the wet shaft, choking it with slippery strokes. A tiny whimper escaped Rarity’s lips, and her strength finally caved.

Her bottom hit the grass, legs bowed wide, arms craned behind her.

Like a predator dominating its prey, Rainbow dived forward, her knees split widely on the ground, and her toned, round backside lifted. Rainbow sucked, Rainbow stroked, and Rainbow squeezed, each repetition more powerful than the last.

Rarity threw her head back, her tongue lolled and dry. She’d forgotten her fear of genital injury for a time, and humped into the wet warmth that swallowed her. She smiled wryly at the muffled gags and coughs.

Rarity drew a sharp breath, tensing as curly fingers released her balls. Those same fingers clamped greedily on Rarity’s inner thigh and pushed her down, futilely trying to quell the hip-thrusts. But Rainbow didn’t stop. No, she went stronger and faster, every suck, slurp, and gag soaking her hard meal.

“Yes… Just a little more, Rainbow Da-Ahn!” Rarity cried. She reached a hand forward and petted her new favorite person. “Heavens, you’re so beautiful.

That was Rarity’s final mistake.

Instantly, the warmth—that numbing, melting warmth—ripped away from Rarity. She whimpered and squealed, humping into the biting cold for relief that simply wasn’t there. Instead, her twitching member brushed against Rainbow smooth cheek, its target constantly missed.

“No! Don’t stop!” Rarity’s demand came out as a plea, and she looked at the temptress smirking back at her. “Please! I’m so close! Was it something I said?! O-Okay, fine! You’re not beautiful! Just, please, please, please don't stop?!”

The moment Rainbow stifled a laugh behind a palm, Rarity blushed. Rainbow had won; Rarity begged for it. “In your face, Princess!” Rainbow enthused, lifting her head away from her friend.

Rarity whined again, and snatched her abandon cock. She yanked and pumped it furiously, desperate to rekindle the flame that left her core. “No fair, Rainbow!” She stroked harder.

Rarity swallowed thickly, and her stomach plummeted as she lost nearly all momentum. Just as her lips parted to whine, a slender finger stabbed at her tongue. Instinct commanded Rarity to bite, another told her to jerk her head away. But the other—the one she listened to without thinking—told her to suck.

Her eyes closed, grinning at the finger swimming in her mouth, dancing with her tongue.

“I won’t leave ya hangin’ Rare,” Rainbow said, her voice softer than Rarity knew her capable of. “You wanna get off?”

Rarity gave a wordless nod, her cheeks caving in around Rainbow’s finger.

“I said…” Rainbow pulled her finger out with a *pop* and snatched Rarity’s chin. “Do ya wanna get off?”

“Yes… Yes,” Rarity said breathlessly. Her hazy eyes finally opened. “Please… I need it.”

Rainbow smiled and jammed her finger in, around, and under Rarity’s tongue. She pulled out again, this time, with a healthy coat of saliva.

“Good.”

In that very second, Rarity’s every syllable, indeed every capability of speech learned from an entire childhood of schooling, was forgotten. A sudden stab of heat and cold penetrated her. With a sharp squeal, Rarity shot her head down at Rainbow, whose wet finger jammed in the hole below her balls.

“Rainbow Dash!” Rarity cried. As though it never left her, Rarity’s momentum returned, and her cock literally snapped back to attention. “What on earth are you doing?!”

Rainbow drove her finger deeper, and Rarity’s eyes vanished behind her head. “Getting you off.”

For a final time, Rainbow dived forward and sucked Rarity off like the champion she was. Once again, Rarity’s eyes widened at the Rainbow’s force. A blanket of heat pulled at her sex, sucked at it, threatened to inhale it clean off her body.

Rarity’s veins beat every bit as fast as her heart. She gasped, and her eyes rolled back again. Memories of every wonderful slurp and gag, swam past her eyes. She gasped again.

Rarity wanted to scream, wanted to howl at the sun, to announce her nearing orgasm to the whole village. More importantly, she wanted to warn Rainbow. But she couldn’t. Every attempt was swatted from her throat as Rainbow plunged her finger deep into Rarity’s rectum again and again.

Further still, when Rainbow plunged her throat unto Rarity’s burning cock. Again and again.

Rarity tensed, her muscles peaking behind her creamy skin. Her wild, desperate eyes shot to Rainbow, and instantly, Rarity regret it. Rainbow was waiting, begging for it with glazed, welcoming eyes.

What else could Rarity do but give it to her?

“Yes! YES!” Rarity screamed.

The images of Rarity’s wonderful blowjob spun in her brain. She threw her head back so far it may have actually hurt, and her hips thrust the open air without mercy. With a final, throat-shredding howl, Rarity unleashed her seed.

It poured from her, every jerk and twitch driving a pit into her core. She had just enough sense to look at the girl below her. Rarity bucked her hips again and again, her balls sucking into their crevasses, her semen spurting unto the grass.

It finally ended, and Rarity was left a blathering mess on the grass, gulping for air, jumbling in her thoughts. Her softening, deflating member dangled lazily above her thigh.

“So how ‘bout it, Rarity?” Rainbow teased, staring her flabbergasted friend down. “Still think Pinkie’s better?”

The haze receded, and Rarity regained enough of herself to answer. She scrambled to her knees, uncaring of the grass that stained her flawless skin.

“Well… Well.” Rarity gained the last of her composure, and her vision cleared. “You do have an astonishing technique.”

Rainbow smiled so wide, her face could’ve easily split apart, and Rarity couldn’t help but return it. A small part of her was tempted to tease Rainbow again, to say, ‘Practice makes perfect, but it doesn’t make Pinkie Pie.’

And if not for the testicle-shattering release, thanks in every way, to Rainbow, Rarity may have done that. However, just as she opened her mouth to agree, a long-forgotten voice jutted into the fray.

“Now y‘all just hold your horses.” Both girls whipped their attention to the southern drawl, like the voice was completely foreign to them. “Let me be the judge of all that.”

Rarity’s eyes nearly popped from her head. There, standing over Rainbow, proud and strong, was Applejack. Stark naked. Her sun-kissed flesh, hardened and shredded with years of farm work, sheened against the midmorning sun. Every pore, crying with sweat. Every muscle, tense and agitated. Just like the erection pointing at a bug-eyed Rainbow Dash.

“What?” Applejack said with a sharp smirk. “Forget I was here?”

Rainbow and Rarity just sat there, transfixed by Applejack’s imposing stature. With a hand on her hip, Applejack flexed her pulsating beast, and all eyes followed as it bobbed in place. Rainbow shook from her trance and scoffed.

“Is that thing supposed to scare me, Applejack?” Rainbow challenged.

Applejack smirked again. “Well, it didn’t scare Pinkie,” Applejack said. She closed her eyes, sighing at the fond memories. “Boy howdy… That girl swallowed this pecker like a snake swallows an egg.”

Rarity sputtered. She dug a pinky finger in her ear to ensure she heard right. “The whole thing?” she asked.

“Every. Last. Inch.” Applejack flexed her gangly tool with every word.

Rainbow’s eye twitched. “That… T-that’s no big deal!” She insisted with crossed arms and a turned head. “I could take that thing in my sleep.”

The moment Applejack laughed, Rarity knew where this was going. Even more frightening, she couldn’t decide if she loved or hated the idea.

“My, my. For such great sport, ya do a whole lot a yackin’ and not enough smackin’, RD,” Applejack said.

Rainbow uncrossed her arms and shot a bone-cutting glare at the farmer standing over her. “Well what if I don’t want to, huh?” Rainbow smiled. “Maybe I’ll just leave you hangin’ instead.”

Applejack swung her hips one way, and swung them back the other, ‘thwaking’ Rainbow’s cheek with her rock-solid member. Rainbow sputtered and hardened her glare with a blush. Rarity snorted behind Rainbow with a dainty hand over her mouth.

“And maybe y’all forgot who you’re talkin’ to.” Applejack’s smile completely vanished. She stepped closer, nearing jabbing Rainbow’s eye with her weapon. “Think y’all can take it like Pinkie can?” Applejack took a fist-full of Rainbow hair and craned her head up. “Then get to work.”

A beat of silence. Right there, Rarity was all too certain the two competitors would start fighting. Worse, she feared she’d have to pry them off each other. Rarity fidgeted with her fingers as she gauged the athlete kneeling before the farmer.

“Tch… Jerk,” Rainbow muttered with a darker blush.

“I try,” Applejack replied.

After another beat of silence, Rainbow lunged forward.

“How in the unearthly Hell does she do that??” That was Rarity’s only logical thought.

Author's Note

Ha-HA! HAH!! Cliffhangers... lots of good times with those, let me tell ya what. This is my first story on Fimfiction. Wrote a bit in my day, found a teacher, learned and grew as a writer, and found my calling in erotica. And now... I bring that calling to My Little Pony, as have so many others.

Now for the formalities. If ya liked, please rate accordingly. If you have any tips or advice, please comment, if you hated it so much you wanted to jump off a bridge, please tell me why in a professional manner. Understand that I will not tolerate flames. Ever. Don't go easy on me fellows!

--Favor

PS: This is actually a humanized continuity of Craine's old oneshot, "One For the Team" https://www.fimfiction.net/story/95556/1/one-for-the-team/spring-fever. With his gracious permission, I perverted it far more than it was meant to be... ... I love my job.