Anonymous x Flin x Flan (Rule 63 Flim and Flam)
Their trailer had rolled into town barely a few hours before, and yet they had already set up their stage and attracted a crowd. You weren't particularly interested in whatever the obvious conmares were selling, but the sheer volume of the crowd drew your attentions anyway - was that a musical number?
As you got closer, you began to hear their advertisements more clearly, listening to them show off their miracle cure.
"Say Flin, how many ponies do you think we've cured?" asked one pony, a cute looking yellow unicorn mare, with a knowing wink to the audience and a showmare's air.
"Why Flan," replied the other, grinning a practised grin and showing off her perfect white teeth, while she held up a hoof, "I lost count a few towns back!"
"That's right, Flin, who knows what could have happened to all those ponies without us? Why, in Ponyville we had to turn some away because we simply didn't have enough for everypony! That couldn't happen here, surely?"
Both sisters gradually stared out across the crowd and gave a dramatic gulp, Flin rubbing a hoof against her forehead to mock-wipe away her mock-sweat.
"I sure hope not, it'd be just awful if this community missed their opportunity - what's 100 bits in exchange for peace of mind, eh Flan?"
"100 bits, Flin?! Just look at these needy ponies, we couldn't possibly charge them more than 60! We'll be taking a loss, but how could we not?"
At that point, they had the crowd in their hooves, and their show ended as the townspeople crowded around, throwing their bits into the barrels set out for it and collecting their bottled water - sorry, miracle cure - before quickly retreating with their prize happily clasped in their mouths, thankful that the benevolent and world-famous Flin Flan sisters had graced their good town with such kindness. Why, that miracle cure could cure everything from aging to zebra-stripes, they said. A fantastic deal.
You, of course, were not so easily tricked. You, of course, knew that the two needed a permit to sell anything, never mind their crock medicines. You were to be the town's real hero, and run them out of it, saving the almost painfully naive ponies from their own ignorance. So you queued, waiting at the back of the line - it didn't matter how long you took, you'd make sure everypony got a refund by the time you were done with them.
Before long, the sisters' efficient methods of extracting the town's hard earned cash brought you to the front of the queue, leaving you quite alone with them, the remaining ponies happily skipping away with their clear liquids.
The sisters took one look at you and knew the sort - this wasn't their first rodeo. "Doesn't work on humans, love," Flin apologised with a wink, "and besides - we're all out! Best be on our way, come on Flan!"
You stood your ground, blocking their exit and stopping their escape. They needed a permit, and there were laws against false advertising.
"Oh, come now, what's a few bits for peace of mind, really? They're happy, we're happy, it's win-win! Surely you aren't going to go out there and tell all those happy ponies that actually there is no cure? Why, just last town we sold... what was his name, Flin?"
"Terry, Flan!"
"A little foal called Terry had a simply awful deformity which meant he would never fly - 60 bits is a small price to pay for hope. Nopony else sells that, but if you want, we'll tell them, and give every bit back. Can you imagine their faces, Flin?"
"Oh, distraught, Flan! Completely inconsolable!"
The two looked straight at you. The choice was yours. They were good, you had to admit, but surely the truth had to come out? Surely false happiness wasn't worth it?
"Why, why don't we sweeten the deal, then? We have one - count it, just one - bottle of this top-notch, highest quality there is hormone spray, absolutely 100% guaranteed to make any mare yours, and you can have it for the low, low price of your silence."
"Plus 30 bits handling and transaction fees" added a perky Flin, her wink making it clear she was cutting you quite the deal.
You weren't sure, 30 bits wasn't cheap, especially since you knew the two were a con - why would they tell the truth this time?
"How about this, then, we'll give you a test run, you see if you like it, and if you don't, that's fine, you can leave without paying a dime!"
That seemed fair enough to you, so you agreed, picking up the small bottle of spray and giving it a few squirts. You supposed that next you aught to go talk to a few mares. Before you'd managed to take a step, though, you felt a hoof press against your upper leg.
"And where, exactly, do you think you're going?" asked a suddenly more serious Flan, an unmistakable look in her eyes. Their spray worked, clearly far better than they were expecting. The sharp, lusty gaze was mirrored in the other mare's face - they did say ANY mare would be yours. You had to admit, the two were fine specimens, standing tall and proud next to a trailer representing their own work and ability. 30 bits to get them into bed? Bargain!
"Come on, trailer, now," Flan commanded both you and her sister, hopping up into the main section of the trailer and waiting for you to follow. The moment you did, she pulled the lever that set the whole contraption closing, quickly hiding the three of you behind inches of thick, insulating, soundproofing wood. Barely a moment later, you were pulled to your knees by the suddenly forceful Flan as she grabbed at you, bringing you down to her head level so she could lock lips in a kiss.
You weren't entirely inexperienced in the area, but the kiss of the competent, enthusiastic mare was something else. Her lips never stopped, running over yours like it was her heart's desire, and her tongue meeting with yours in an intricate, choreographed dance. Her hooves were restless, moving from position to position against your body as she shifted and moved to put more and more force into the kiss.
As the seconds went by - though they felt longer - her tongue became like a boiling rod of passion in your mouth, the hot wetness sliding against your own, and your cheek, quickly igniting your own boiling rod of passion. It didn't have long to remain trapped within its cotton confines, as Flin's exploring mouth finally struck gold, and her teeth grasped the zipper on your trousers, yanking down with all her might and poking her muzzle inside, her soft mouth nuzzling against you and teasing your shaft out of the hole.
It flopped out, slapping against the side of her cheek and floating there in mid air waiting. Flan released you, dropping back to all four hooves and breathing heavily.
"Ready Flin?"
"Ready Flan."
As if their movements were governed by the same thing, they both started in unison, Flin pushing forward and taking the tip of your penis inside her mouth, and Flan laying underneath giving one of your balls a teasing lick. Staying in position under such stress was difficult, but you managed, gripping onto Flin's body to hold both of you in position. She continued, slowly pushing forward to take more of you inside of her while her tongue moved and writhed in a tantalising imitation of Flan's earlier kiss, but so much more potent.
Flan grew bored of merely kissing and licking at your most intimate areas, and moved along, following her sister's lips just a moment behind, kissing and sucking at the areas she had just left cold and lonely. Your grip tightened as you struggled, pushing against her to maintain what balance you could, but you quickly found it not enough, and both sisters noticed the way you shifted as their every touch sent a shiver of pleasure through your body.
Flin pulled back, keeping her suction until the very last moment and almost pulling you over as she went, your penis leaving her with a satisfying pop, Flan following a moment behind with a final kiss. They weren't done with you yet, though, and they pushed you over onto your back with a forceful, though not uncaring, push, ending up with you flat on their floor, your throbbing member pointing straight up. Their gazes pointing straight at it.
"You first, Flin, I insist!" chirped Flan as she got up and walked towards your head. "I'll have fun up here."
Again, they moved as if they were one, Flin moving up and straddling the end of your penis while Flan moved up and straddled your mouth, both of them beginning to drop as one. You quickly felt Flin's nether lips part as she lowered herself onto you, feeling the wet heat penetrate inside as her touch drove you wild. Your back arched, driving your mouth straight into Flan's waiting slit, the surrounding fur already sodden and matted with her juices, her lips slightly parted and awaiting your tongue.
Almost subconsciously, you began to lick, running your tongue along her edge, lapping up her fluids while her sister continued descending down your tower, lowering herself with steady hooves. Before long, she reached the bottom, your entire length inside of her and surrounded by the throbbing, boiling ebb and flow of her body, and you wanted more. Redoubling your efforts on Flan, you began to lick deeper, probing your tongue inside of her and teasing her hot inner walls as she gasped and moaned above you, loving your every touch.
Flin, after her short rest, began to slowly pump up and down, each stroke a moment of mindless pleasure followed by a spike of joy as she slid back down, every cycle punctuated by the wet splash of soaked fur hitting skin, and the release of another short groan as she began to particularly enjoy her actions. Not wanting to leave her sister out, you raised your hands and gripped Flan between her legs, pulling her lips apart to let your tongue delve deeper, scraping roughly around inside of her and holding back the ever increasing flow of her arousal.
Under the stressful assault, you quickly began to feel the unmistakable tinge form at the edge of your mind, the feeling of oncoming orgasm, and resolved to hold back as long as you could. Every impassioned and imprecise swipe of your tongue sent a ripple through Flan's body, the shiver of pleasure vibrating over your hands as you held her in place. Every cycle of Flin's frantic pumping brought out yet another moan, every rough thrust causing her to throw her head around a little more, sending more of her mane waving out around her face. Every instant brought all three of you closer to the peak of pleasure.
Flin was the first to go, her thrusting becoming erratic and instinctual as her eyes rolled up into her head and her eyelids struggled to remain open, her face contorted in a vision of ecstasy as her mind clouded with pleasure and she finally came, slamming down one last time and holding there while her throat let out a long and constant groan.
Her contractions squeezing and pulling your length near-instantly pulled you over with her, the force and pull overwhelming your resolve and causing strands of sticky, sweet semen to jet out deep into her, coating her insides and adding to her pleasure as she felt the red hot load fill her to the brim.
Flan's journey lasted a little longer, your tired tongue subconsciously continuing its task even as your body was racked with pleasure, and your hands gripped tight. The unguided, frantic licking didn't take long to finish her, her juices splashing out across your face as she collapsed on top of you, leaving all three in a hot, sticky, sweaty pile of beings covered in the fluids of good clean fun. And a little bottled water.
You wouldn't awaken for a few hours, but when you did, you'd find yourself clutching your beloved bottle, and your wallet 50 bits lighter, which was about the amount you'd agreed, you thought, and certainly a good price for a liquid that could do that. Quite worth paying. The Flin Flan sisters, of course, were long gone, laughing away to each other about how easy people really were to control, and resting their weary loins. Next town they would certainly have to try that one again.
