Retreat

Chapter 5: Fidelity is a Harsh Mistress

It was getting late in the city of Manehattan, The moon had been risen, set on it's invisible path across the dark sky by a widely mysterious princess. The air was crisp and cool, and though the nightlife of the big city was just beginning for many mares and stallions, three mares found themselves on the road to their hotel.

Fleur trotted along with an extra spring in her step, chatting to her two friends about the wonderful day they'd shared together.

“And my hooves have never shone so bright! I mean, just look at them!” Cupcake exclaimed, giddy after her first spa trip.

“What did I tell you, darling? Once you discover the wonders of a good spa treatment, you'll always want to be pampered.” The unicorn smiled, fluffing a lock of her mane as she walked along.

“I can't say I wasn't surprised when we got the 'happy ending' ...” Maternity said no neither pony in particular. She'd been quieter than usual after they'd left the spa.

Cupcake was the first to pick up on this, however.

“Maternity, I'm really sorry if I made you feel pressured or left out... I really couldn't help it. My hormones have been driving me crazy. You know the feeling...”

“Yes, I know very well the burning, the thick fluid, the mental fog. I'm not upset with you or anything, just caught me off guard, is all... I was pretty horny at the time, as well.” She spoke softly to avoid ponies hearing as they passed by.

“You really should embrace it, you know.” Fleur broke into the conversation.

“You can't tell me you aren't interested in mares. I know you too well, and I remember the harem much more clearly than you know. What was her name again? Velvet Vag?”

“N-now hang on just a minute, Fleur! First off, that is a private matter I will not discuss in public, and second, for your information, her name was Velvet Lips and she was naught more than a friend.”

Fleur had her chuckle, but it seemed to her that the poor mare had taken her a little too seriously.

“I was only teasing, darling. I didn't mean to upset you, honestly.”

The cream colored mare relaxed a bit, and let out a loud breath.

“I'm sorry, Fleur. I just don't like it when you do that. It grates on me, you know?”

“Maternity, you don't have anything to apologize for, it was my teasing. Friends?”

The three paused outside the entrance of their hotel and faced eachother.

“Friends” Maternity reached out and the two met in an embraced.

“Aww” Escaped Cup's lips.

They parted, and looked at her, both blushing slightly.

“Hey, I for one really enjoyed the time we shared, I never really had a close friend, and especially one I can share a intimate moment like the one in the spa.”

The baker spoke happily as she led the group into the front doors to the lobby.

“It was rather nice...” Maternity admitted

The trio silently walked down the main hall where the elevator was.

Cupcake pressed the button, and they all stepped inside.

“You know what, girls? I think tonight has been the most fun I've ever had. It's so nice to shirk the aristocratic facade and act like a real pony for once.”

Fleur said, turning her Suite key in it's lock.

“Yeah, I never realized how much fun I was missing out on, going out with good friends. I hadn't noticed how much of my life was spent on my bakery...”

Cupcake swayed as the elevator began to ascend.

“Going out with Deal Striker isn't the same as a night with the girls... I really enjoyed it.”

Maternity said happily.

*Ding*

The doors slid open, and the group entered the main space of the suite, noticing the lights were off, save for the hot tub light.

“Uhhh... Where are the boys?” Cupcake asked, slightly confused at the scene in front of her.

Tipped over mugs, and empty barrels of cider littered the immediate area of the tub. Fleur found the light switch, and flipped it.

“Do you thing they went out?” The unicorn asked.

“No.” Maternity responded. She was staring intently at the water splashes leading to one of the rooms.

“They're in there” She pointed.

Fleur took out her room key, and slid it into the knob, turning it with her magic.

The door swung open to the large bedroom, the lights were dim, and three stallions were passed out on the bed tangled in each other's hooves.

As the three mares gathered around the bed, each of them were staring at their respective stallion with mixed emotions playing across their faces.

Cupcake saw her husband's face covered in drying semen, his mane mussed and mouth hanging open. She was shocked to say the least. She wasn't exactly sure how she felt about this. She'd never in her life suspected Carrot would be into other stallions.

Fleur was barely containing a giggle as she saw her the stallion of her dreams was just as bi-curious as she was. All she could think was “AHA! I knew it!” Falling asleep with his face between another stallion's legs was pretty incriminating evidence Fancy would never be able to refute.

Finally, Maternity ward let out a soft defeated sigh.

She'd known her husband had a thing for the stallions. She knew he was still very much attracted to mares, and most of all herself. It wasn't her husband's sexuality that bothered her. It was her own.

Cupcake finally pulled her eyes away from her husband to look at the other two mares. She saw Fleur's grin, and Maternity's sad face.

“Hey...” She spoke gently. “Lets go to my room.”

*** *** ***

“I honestly can't say I'm upset, girls. You both should know that Fancy and are have a very open relationship. And I must say I think it is healthy for a couple to be as open.”

Cupcake let out a sigh, and turned to face her friend sitting on the bed.

“I know where you're coming from, Fleur. But it just feels so... Strange! Carrot's never hinted at anything to do with a third party in bed, never mind a stallion!”

She was very confused, to say the least.

“I mean, did he always want to sleep with other stallions? Was he too afraid to tell me? I thought I made him happy all by myself...”

“Now darling, you know very well that you make him happy. And I am certain that if he had something to say, he'd have said it to you. Carrot doesn't seem like the stallion to keep a lot of secrets, and believe me, I've gotten very good at picking them out in my life.”

This made Cupcake feel slightly better, but still didn't answer her questions. She'd have to have a talk with her husband after tonight...

“Now... Maternity... What is going on in your head?” The white unicorn turned to the far corner of the bed, where her cream colored friend was playing with her light pink mane.

“Come on, you can tell us. I know whatever it is, it's bothering you.”

Letting out a sad sigh, the mare stopped twirling her mane and looked over her shoulder to face her friend.

“Fleur, did I ever tell you about my mother?”

This caught the unicorn by surprise.

“Um... I can't say you have.”

“I always resented my mother when I was little... Never thought I'd be so much like her when I grew up. But a mare gets her cutiemark, and whatever it says, that's her life. Her destiny...”

Both Cupcake and Fleur had turned to face their friend properly and listen in.

“She worked in the hospital as a midwife just like I used to. She was a very... Traditional mare... And as a grownup I can respect that, but at the time, the whole “fillyfooling” revolution was hitting the schools hard. I can't tell you how hard she screamed when she found out...”

She had to pause, recalling a painful memory. Fleur was just about to interrupt, but Cupcake had bumped her before she could get a single word out. After a moment she regained her composure and carried on.

“I was a very popular filly back then, well known throughout my entire school. I always kept up with the trends, and even set a few. There was a filly who was always at my side, and she was my first love...”

Maternity was envisioning her younger years, and all her friends. But this filly was special to her.

“We had been the best of friends, her name was Cheerilee and the two of us were inseparable. We even got our cutiemarks together, the day we both looked after a neighbor's two foals. I realized my destiny in taking care of children, and she'd realized hers in teaching them.”

“One day in the Summer, we were at my house, I lived with my mother still. We were in my room, and though mom thought we were braiding each other's hair and other girlie claptrap like that, I had my muzzle buried deep in her gash, she had hers in mine, and we were both licking like the horny teens we were.”

Fleur's cheeks flushed slightly, she was getting hot thinking of her friend in that kind of position. Cupcake was deep in thought, but still listening. She could have sworn she'd heard of a 'Cheerilee' before...

“Back then, we only stopped to turn the mixtape from side A to side B, which was the last I'd ever flipped that tape... The Bangles just finished on side A, Cyndi Clopper was singing her heart out, and I could hear the brushing of Cheerilee's pink leg warmers on my ear lobes, she was kicking her rear hooves, ready to climax into my mouth, and I wasn't too far off myself... Then...”

She choked up, and didn't notice she was on the verge of tears. She felt a friendly hoof rest on her shoulder, and she looked into Fleur's gentle eyes. With a newfound strength, she carried on.

“The first thing I heard was a loud crash, and the music went silent, as the boom box smashed into the floor with a horseshoe lodged in one of the speaker cones. We both jumped instantly, I nearly had a heart attack. There in the doorway, mother was seething with rage.”

“It didn't take her but a second to march with three horseshoes to the bed. She bit down hard on Cheerilee's scarf and tossed her onto the floor near the door, screaming at her to get out. As she scrambled to her hooves to run, mother had shouted at her never to come back.”

“That was really just the start. After the dust settled, mother thought my dad would be on her side. My dad was a very kind and loving stallion, and right in her face he told me I should never be ashamed to be who I am. He told me it was my choice to make, and nopony could choose for me.... Mother was enraged at him, even more that he wasn't on her side of the argument. I never really said much, I only watched from a distance as my parents were driven apart.”

“Later that year, mother had filed for a divorce and I decided enough was enough. I packed all my things, and moved out of my parent's house. I'd accepted a scholarship to a nursing school in Canterlot, and met Deal Striker during my first year. By year three we were a couple. I was never able to get in touch with Cheerilee then, I don't think she wanted to talk to me after the incident... And a year after I graduated my father died of a heart attack all alone in his single room apartment.”

“To this day I feel resentment towards my mother... But I also feel like I am to blame for what happened to my dad.”

Maternity finished her story, and felt two pairs of hooves wrapped around her.

“You two are the only ponies I've ever told that story in it's entirety to. It... It feels good to get it off my chest.” She smiled

“We're happy to listen, Maternity.” Cupcake spoke comfortingly

“Of course. And there isn't any reason for you to feel like you are to blame for what happened between your parents. If anypony is to blame it's your mother” Fleur hugged her tightly

“You don't understand, Fleur. All this time I've been so scared about accepting I have a thing for mares... Like if I ever do that, I'll destroy something else. I truly blame myself for my dad dying alone.”

The cream colored mare sobbed softly

“Maternity... What if your father could see you now? What would he say to his little filly if he saw her like this?” Fleur asked gently, but stern.

“H-he'd... He'd tell me not to hide who I am...” She dried her tears, sniffing.

“He's up there looking down on you, Maternity. And he wants you to be happy.”

For the first time since the three entered their suite, the pregnant mare smiled. Reaching her hoof around the neck of her friend, she felt truly happy.

“Thanks, girls. You're the best friends a mare can ever wish for”

Pulling back, she got a wicked look in her eye.

“What is it?” Cupcake asked, concerned.

“Oh... Nothing...” She said around a devilish grin. “Just a punishment for the boys”

“Oh?” Fleur asked, her brow cocked. “And just what would that be?”

The cream colored mare thought another moment, before turning to Cupcake.

“We're gonna need your toy collection. Particularly... BDSM equipment.”

*** *** ***

[Much earlier]

Carrot came down from his third orgasm that night, sinking deep into the soft mattress. Fancy may have been new to cock sucking, but he was damn good at it.

He felt warm flesh press against his lips, and his nostrils were met with thick stallion musk and the smell of cum.

Opening his eyes, he saw Deal Striker looming over him with a semi-erect cock resting on his nose.

“Your turn, big guy. This dick's been sucked by every stallion here except you”

“There are only three of us, Striker”

Carrot mumbled, the cock barely affecting his speaking ability.

“Aw, come on. You haven't sucked any cock tonight. Try it, you'll love it. Trust me, it's an excellent source of protein, too.”

This made Carrot laugh softly, before turning his head up, opening wide, and accepting the large cock into his throat like a pro.

The not quite solid member was easy to suckle, and it tasted very strong of saliva and cum, but some of the original musky flavor was still there. He could feel it getting stiffer in his mouth, and he felt his own cock enlarging.

He hadn't had this many orgasms in one day since he was a spry teen.

His mind was focused on the rod in his throat, as he tried with all his might to keep his gag reflex at bay.

Striker was at full mast, and had slowly began to thrust his cock in and out of the fleshy tunnel of Carrot's throat.

The yellow stallion could feel breath on his testicles, as Fancy, fully recovered, began to idly lap at his loose ballsack.

He would have whimpered if he didn't have his mouth full, Striker was picking up the pace and it was getting slightly harder to breathe through his nose, Carrot had to focus.

This was not helped by the warm tongue on his balls moving lower, to even more sensitive flesh near his anus.

The stallion thrusting into his throat was setting a rapid pace, and it seemed like he was getting slight erratic, ready to cum.

The stimulation between his legs was causing Carrot's erection to grow painfully stiff, and he needed release. But more importantly he needed air, he was running short, his nostrils were blocked by two massive testicles as the intruding rod was pushed deep into the back of his throat.

He felt like his eyes were bugging out, as Striker finally came, dribbles of thin cum pouring from his cock as he pulled it out and let some of the large drops ooze onto Carrot's chin.

The yellow stallion took a large gasp for air, and let himself relax. That'd taken more out of him than he realized, and he was dizzy. All in all, it was a wholly pleasant experience, and the taste was delectable.

“Ahh... That was fantastic!” Striker spoke in a gruff voice, almost completely wiped out before he noticed Fancy's ministrations.

“Let me take over for you, Fancy Flanks”

The white stallion obliged, moving to the side while Striker moved in and began to rub the massive orbs dangling between the winded stallion's legs.

Just as he started to suck the hard cock, Fancy decided he'd resume his tender licking on his old friend.

Carrot was in absolute bliss. His cock was in a fleshy heaven, hot and wet. Striker really knew how to give head, and he was currently poking the tip of his tongue into the urethra of the baker's flat cockhead, milking it for every drop of pre.

His muscles clenched for the fourth time that night, and Carrot let loose his final drops into the heavenly mouth of he stallion sucking him.

Once the high had worn down, his eyes slid shut and he panted like a dog. His panting slowed into deep breaths, and before he knew it he was in the dark void of dreamless sleep.

[The present]

Something stirred in the void, and light was returning along with consciousness to Mr. Cake.

He tried to open his eyes, but a crusty film kept them shut. Trying to reach his hooves to his face, he noticed their awkward position, and inability to move.

“H-hello?” He croaked out, his throat sore and dry.

He could hear other ponies in the room, and a mare giggled. At the edge of his hearing he heard:

“Cup, he's awake” Followed by hoofsteps.

“Finally awake, are we?” He heard the voice of his wife, speaking very sternly.

“U-um... Honeybun-” He was cut off by the crack of a whip, and a sting in his side.

“That's 'Mistress' to you, slave” The mare spoke directly in his ear.

“M-mistress... I can't open my eyes.”

“Oh? Does my little colt want to see?”

“Y-yes Mistress.”

Cup looked down at her husband's crusted eyelids, and began to dribble her saliva down on them, rubbing it in with a free hoof.

Before long, Carrot was able to open his eyes, and what he saw was truly shocking to him.

He was in the master room in the suite, and in separate corners around the bed were his friends Fancypants, and Deal Striker. Both were gagged, The former was bent over a foldable sawhorse, his hooves tied to the base of each leg, and melted red wax dripped down his flanks.

The latter was suspended by a 'swing' secured to the ceiling, and his poor anus was being stretched to it's limits by a massive black rubber cock, fastened to a harness worn by his mistress. She had gripped his midsection between her hooves and was bucking him mercilessly.

Carrot Cake was stunned silent, taking in all the details he could.

“What in Celestia's name did I miss...” He let slip

*CRACK*

“Did I say you could speak?” Cup chided.

“No, Mistress!” He quickly replied, his full attention returned back to his wife.

“Good. Then we can begin...” She grinned devilishly, coiling her whip.

Carrot would have gulped nervously, had he not been parched.

His Mistress put her whip away, much to his confusion, as she dug through one of their large bags.

Her head emerged a moment later, a wide flat paddle in her teeth. The menacing switch was jet black, riddled with holes, and studded on one side.

“You've been a very bad colt, and bad colts get paddled. Isn't that right?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” The bound stallion replied nervously.

He was laying on his legs like a cat on the bed, and his flank was perfectly exposed for a paddling.

His mistress drew in close and tapped the studded side against his stiff flank, taking aim. Another tap, and she reared back, and brought the paddle down to it's mark with a loud *WHAP* and a yelp from her sub.

Upon quick inspection, she saw she'd left a red mark. She smiled and got ready on the other flank.

*WHAP*

Another yelp, followed by another red mark on Mr Cake's rump.

He wiggled uncomfortably, his bonds were just a little too tight. Looking to his side, he saw his Mistress digging in her bag again.

When her head emerged, a black bridle hung from her teeth, complete with blinders. A lustful expression hung on her face.

Moving closer, she transferred the bridle from her teeth to her hooves, and began to press it to Carrot's face, and strapping it behind his head. There was a solid piece of thick fabric that covered his snout, but he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was for.

It was true the two always liked to collect the lewd clothes and 'toys' since they were younger, but they didn't always have time to play with most of them.

All the memories of this particular bridle snapped into place in his mind and his Mistress snapped the large dildo into place on the snout of the garment.

His attention refocused as his Mistress picked up her paddle in her teeth and spoke:

“Are you ready to please your Mistress?” She asked, not waiting for an answer as she moved over him, spreading her legs to either side of his body.

“Yes, Mistress” Carrot could barely mumble out over the strap-on covering his lips.

Smiling wide, the mare backed her flank up and lowered it slightly, aiming to impale herself on the wide, long phallus.

Her nether lips were dripping milky arousal, her menstruation had her sex drive pegged in the red, and her body was ready to receive pleasure in any form it could, her clitoris and Gräfenberg were hypersensitive.

She shivered at the gentle touch of the cold plastic against her burning sex, rubbing it up and down her hot gash to thoroughly soak it in her reproductive juices, before guiding it to her winking entrance.

Carrot's view was dominated by two massive globes of blue furry flesh, split in two by a large ravine and twirly pink tail.

The blue orbs angled downwards, and he could see and feel the tip of the dildo brushing the puffy lips of his Mistress, and he noticed her thick arousal coating the shaft and dripping down. A warm drop landed squarely between his eyes, causing them to cross for a brief moment, his wife was a leaky faucet, and he was trapped under her to catch her drippings.

Slowly the pressure against his nose began to rise, as his Mistress pressed herself down, her lips stretching to accommodate the wide toy, sliding in rather easily with the amount of wetness.

All the way down the wondrous shaft, Cup couldn't contain her gasps and moans, being filled was the best feeling in the world for a mare, and a mare in heat was no exception.

Before long she bottomed out, relaxing and putting the full weight of her plump rump on her sub's face, reminding him of who was in charge, she rocked herself back and forth, grinding her ass cheeks on either side of his face, and rubbing her g-spot just right against the rough plastic.

She remained seated on her sub's face grinding her flanks back and fourth for several minutes, before finally lifting herself up, and dropping herself back down, forming a slow rhythm to bounce to, making sure she hilted every time to smack her flanks into the face of the stallion below her.

Carrot was being smothered, the wetness of his Mistress had soaked the cloth covering his nose, and he had to breathe through the sides of his snout, where more juices were leaking into his mouth.

His olfactory system was overloaded with the scent of arousal and feminine musk, and his cock was painfully hard against his belly.

Cup noticed this as she continued her bouncing, reaching with the paddle in her mouth to prod at the stiff rod, eliciting a grunt from the stallion under her, bringing a grin to her face.

“Does my little stallion want pleasure?” She asked with mock sweetness.

“MmmHmm” She heard in reply.

She observed as she kept her prodding up, that the head of his cock, puffy and throbbing, was dribbling thin precum.

“You must pleasure your Mistress first, and if you cum before I do, the punishment will be severe, understand?”

“Y-yes Msitress!” He said with a groan, the feeling of the rough hard paddle on his sensitive flesh was slightly painful, but oddly pleasurable.

Cup kept her teasing up, rubbing the studded side of the paddle over the bottom of her sub's shaft, and gently tapping with it as she brought her rump down, and ground her g-spot on the toy inside her.

Orgasm was approaching quickly, but she really wanted to keep the punishment of her husband going, she decided to kick the teasing up a notch, leaning down, she dropped the paddle at her side, and began to blow gently on the dripping urethra of her sub's cock.

Carrot was on the verge, the cool air flowing across his hood was coaxing him to orgasm quickly, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

Suddenly he felt two gentle hooves grip either side of his shaft, and slowly rub up and down, teasing more precum out.

Cup was so very close to cumming, she had to keep teasing. Her efforts were rewarded when she felt the stallion she was laying on seize up with a loud grunt, a hot shot of semen fired from his pulsating cock, her flinching reflexes barely keeping her from getting sperm in her eye.

The one spurt wasn't alone, it was followed by three others, each weaker than the last, until there was nothing but a tiny dribble.

Cup lifted her rump higher than before, and slammed it down, punctuating each word she spoke next:

“I. SAID. I. CUM. FIRST!”

She slammed her flanks down hard, feeling the tip of her toy prodding her cervix every time she dropped, the sharp pain pushing her over the edge as her own body seized up, she barely managed to rock back and forth to keep her pleasure up as she sprayed her juices all over the dildo invading her tight pussy.

She barely noticed in her intense orgasm that she'd been squeezing her bladder hard, causing her nearly clear piss to spray all over the face and chest of the panting stallion she was riding.

After screaming like a whore, the spasms that rocked her body subsided, and she slid to the side and flopped onto the mattress, the plastic in her trembling hole slipping out with a sucking noise.

As she laid on her side panting like a dog, she couldn't resist taking a gander at the mess she'd made all over her sub.

Carrot laid there breathing hard through his teeth, his fur was matted all over his body, wet with various fluids from between Cup's legs.

The stallion was completely out of breath, and was focusing on recovering as much strength as possible. His short recovery was interrupted by a terrible giggle over head.

“Oh, my little colt has broken the rules... He's such a bad, bad colt.”

He had been laying on his hooves for ages now, and his front legs were completely numb, his bonds and facial gear were uncomfortable against his skin, and his vision was blurred by droplets of vaginal fluid, but he could make out the shape of his wife as he blinked the goo away.

“Bad colts must be punished, dearie.”

Her voice came sternly to his ears, and he was rocked by her movement on the bed as she hefted herself to her hooves, and dismounted the bed.

He was left alone, but could still her the voice of his mistress on the other end of the room.

“Fleur, dear? Are you too busy with Fancy?”

“Not at all, what do you have in mind? I heard you say something about punishment earlier.”

“Well...”

That was all Carrot could hear, as the two mares dropped their voices to quiet whispers. He could make out the voice of Maternity.

“Is my little slave thirsty?”

After a groan, the voice of Striker sounded softly.

“V-very thirsty, Mistress. Please.”

His attentions were stolen away by a light pink aura enveloping his body, tingling on his fur.

As his weight began to slowly lift, he heard a gentle posh voice speak to him just outside the field of his vision.

“Been a naughty colt, have we? How about offering my slave a bit of company, hmm? You can join him in his punishment...”

She trailed off, slightly distracted by the hanging of a new 'swing'.

Carrot was turned, and could now see his friend Deal Striker and his Mistress. She was positioning her rear end over a clear glass, and he watched as a faintly yellow stream began to fill the vessel, in moments it was filled to the rim.

“Ahh... Your Mistress has a special drink for you... Ooh... Hah... Drink up”

She finished, holding the glass in her teeth to allow Striker a drink.

Before he witnessed the stallion take a single sip, Carrot was turned the other way, and a harness was being fitted around his chest and rump, the middle ring was hooked onto the swing, and the two straps made an 'A' as the aura surrounding him vanished, and he was suspended by the harness.

The blinders on his bridle kept his focus on the stallion rump in front of him. Flanks showing signs of abuse in dribbles of wax, but no signs of any anal intrusion as was the case with the other stallion in the room.

He suddenly became aware of the plastic phallus still strapped to his nose. How had he forgotten about it? He knew exactly where it was going next.

“Fancy, dear, do prepare your anus. I shan't offer you lube, you should hope Mrs. Cake's juices are lubricant enough.” Came the sound of Fleur's voice.

The unicorn stallion let out a faint whinny, as he felt the cold wet plastic rub his tight pucker.

Carrot had forgotten everything around him except for the tingle of magic on his coat, the smell of sex, and the grunting of the stallion in front of him.

His eyes focused on the end of the dildo on his face, and saw the tight fleshy ring wrapping around it, he was sliding in at a good pace.

As he slid in to the base, his nose pressed against Fancy's flanks through the fabric of the bridle strapon. Mercifully his sense of smell was greatly hindered by the soaked cloth.

He was still, suspended in the air, and could feel Fancy wiggling on the end of his snout.

Suddenly he felt two thick hooves at his posterior.

Carrot nearly jerked his head to take a look, but it was held firmly in place. His wife's voice came to him.

“You should prepare your anus too, little colt. And I suggest you bite that tail in front of you”

He didn't get much time before he felt cold plastic vibrating on his rear, and in moments it was shoved all the way to the base, to his relief it was very well lubed.

His back door wasn't locked, and the intrusion was barely resisted and relatively painless, though it made him feel full and sore. Like he'd been desperate to use the colt's room and wasn't going to hold it much longer.

His Mistress was rough with him, and before long he decided to relax completely and take it all in. It was becoming strangely pleasurable, after all.

His body was rocking back and forth with the bucking, and it was causing him to slide roughly into and out of the stallion in front of him, who's grunts turned from those of discomfort to those of pleasure.

He was shocked at how enjoyable this all was. His adrenaline levels were high, and he was breathing heavy. His heart was beating quickly, and the pain was amplifying his pleasure.

He could feel the sweat dripping from his coat, and he was getting close to climax. The toy inside was rubbing just the right spot, and he felt it like a tingle in the very deepest part of his cock, a slight pressure building.

The idea of being driven to orgasm in such a way turned him on even more, and he could tell by his ear that Fancy must be close as well.

“Are you going to cu for your Mistress, little colt?” Fleur speaks again.

Her horn shimmers, and a click is heard under the yellow stallion. Then another one under the white stallion.

Before either can ponder what the sound was, a tickle is felt along their sensitive flesh.

Carrot tenses up, the unfamiliar feeling of a unicorn's magic caressing his rod was a shock to him.

“I'm going to milk you two for every drop of cum you're worth” Fleur mused out loud, before she set about pleasuring the two panting stallions in front of her.

Carrot couldn't hold it any longer, he let loose a strained grunt between clenched teeth, and began to spill his seed into the shot glass his prick was aimed at.

Despite the action of the previous night, he still had enough left to fill the glass nearly to the top, though it was runny and clear.

As his senses came back to him, he realized that the stallion in front of him was cumming too, and was not quite finished.

The room returned to relative quiet, save for the gasping of three stallions, and moans of one mare, Cupcake.

She dismounted her husband, and he slid out of Fancy's rectum without her support.

Stooping low, she grabbed the small glass, carried it to Fleur, and exchanged it for Fancy's.

“I wonder if he tastes different than my Carrot...”

“Sperm can taste quite different from stallion to stallion, darling... Not that I have TOO much experience with that, mind you.”

The Canterlot mare spoke with a blush.

The two raised their glasses, and Cup spoke.

“To broadening horizons:”

“Broadening horizons!”

Mirrored the other mare.

“Wait!”

Maternity moved in closer, and raised her own cum-filled glass to the other two.

“Broadening horizons! And may we have many more pleasant experiences together!”

*Clink*

Each took a sip, and smiled at one another.

“So tell me, Maternity... Does your husband have a thing for erm... Urination? Or was that just 'spur of the moment' ?”

“Well... If you really must know, we both kind of have a thing for watching the other... Take care of business... We've even tasted each other's pee... But He's never actually drunk any real quantity of mine. He actually liked it, said it was salty and tasty”

“Really? How do you two share such... Fetishes? Are you not afraid of rejection?”

“Not at all, rejection doesn't mean that much to a married mare... Not coming from her husband, anyway. Besides, a sex crazed stallion like mine would try ANYTHING at least once. I'm more afraid of challenging him, than anything”

The two laughed, and turned to cup, who'd cleared her throat.

“Oh? How do you it? Fancy does have nice taste.”

“Well... It is different... Not bad at all, actually...” The blue mare blushed.

“Can I try a sip?” The two turned to the pregnant mare.

“What? Is there something wrong with wanting to try a different stallion's seed every now and again?” She joked.

“Actually, yes. If that stallion happens to be MY stallion.”

Fleur snatched the glass away from Cup using her magic, then leveled a playful smirk at Maternity.

“If you want this sperm, you're going to have to taste it off of my tongue”

At that, she put the glass to her lips, and began to slurp the contents, but not swallowing.

Cupcake was shocked, staring at the two silently waiting to see what her cream colored friend did.

Then Maternity raised a hoof. Stretching it out, before placing it back down, she took a step.

Then another.

And another.

Her eyes slid closed, and as she leaned in, her lips pursed.

Time was slowed down tenfold, and Cup saw the mare's lips connect.

They kissed deeply, and the baker could clearly make out the form of their tongues in each other's mouths.

Finally after what seemed a lifetime, the two broke apart. Lips still connected by a line of semen, which was broken by Maternity slurping loudly.

“Ahh...” A pause.

“Not bad, actually.” She chirped happily.

The high society mare was still stunned speechless.

“...”

“Do you two wanna have sex?” Two heads snapped at Cup's words.

Now with the gaze of her friends on her, she had to think of something else to add.

“...We could make the boys watch?”

“Sounds like a plan to me...” Fleur spoke, much to Cup's relief.

Maternity still seemed unsure...

“Well... I don't think I... I mean... Heh... Lets keep them tied and point them to the bed while we do it” She finally said with a smile.

The three giggled as they set off to work.

It had only taken a moment to turn the stallions towards the bed, where the three mares bounded on the sheets and snuggled close.

The first move was made by Fleur, moving to part Cup's blue legs with a laugh.

“Mmm, let's see if those flanks are as sweet as your cutiemark implies...

*** *** ***

The three bound stallions stared in shocked arousal as they watched from their varying angles, the spectacle playing itself out upon the ruined sheets of the hotel bed.

Carrot Cake was harder than he'd ever been, as he watched the lower lips of his wife parted by the pink tongue of the fancy off-white Canterlot mare.

How he'd love to pound the new mare's tight plot, rocking her body back and fourth, spearing her snout in his wife's juices.

He felt like he wanted to degrade Fleur in the most sexual and primal way possible for toughing his wife, his property. He wanted to make her into a toy to pleasure himself and his mare he cared for and protected.

He lurched, trying to keep from spilling his seed on the floor at the very idea of the things he'd do to his mare if the laws of civilization were town down and trod upon.

Fancy stared in rapt attention, barely breathing. This wasn't his first time participating in an orgy, though he'd never had to watch one from the sidelines before.

He couldn't explain why the sight of his mate eating out the larger blue pony turned him on so much. Could it be he had a hidden affinity for chunky mares? “Perhaps” He thought. “Or perhaps not.” He added to himself, as he observed a heavily pregnant, and mildly left out mare call out for attention.

Sexual attention.

By straddling the tale of his mare to grind it against her out-of-reach privates.

He could see how tight her tummy was, so plump and it was begging for a rub.

He imagined Fleur tenderly suckling on his hood, only for him to pull away from her snout to deposit his load across the breadth of this mare's expectant belly.

Perhaps Fleur would want to clean it out of her friend's coat?

The white stallion silently shivered, realizing that if he didn't calm down soon, he would find his bondage more unbearable than anything he'd ever had to endure.

Lucky strike wasn't as turned on at the sight as his companions were. Instead his imagination had to take him to a different place... He wasn't content to be the only stallion in the mix.

He fantasized about his wife using him, degrading him with another stallion. He wanted to become a cuckold to his wife.

He dreamed in his bonds about being denied sexual pleasure for weeks at a time, only to play second best to a strange stallion Maternity had brought home.

He imagined if the first time to try it, it was Fancy.

He envisioned having to warm his friend up, before he was ready to penetrate his wife. He could see himself holding his mare's flanks apart, and watching her face as she was truly pleasured in a way he could not fulfill.

He dribbled thin semen on the floor under him as his fantasy reached it's climax, and his wife made him clean the creamy mess her and Fancy'd made.

Like a good cuckold, he's used his tongue and in moments the white dribbles were never seen again.

His attention was brought back to the scene in front of him, and he smiled a wide smile at his wife, who was not being tended to by her new friend Cupcake.

The blue mare had jammed her hoof into her desperate hole, to satisfy her animalistic urge to be filled up.

Maternity's screams echoed throughout the hot and musty room, she demanded more, but was muffled when Fleur lowered her burning lips down to his wife's very active mouth with a sigh of delight.

*** *** ***

After several orgasms, the trio of mares lay on the bare mattress. The bedding had been completely ripped off in their play. Cupcake drew in heavy gasping breaths as she recovered from her latest scream of unbelievable pleasure.

A soft voice pushed through the panting, it belonged to Fleur.

“Mare rule, colts drool.” She breathed stupidly before laughing to herself as she heard the stallions struggles on the other end of the room.

Cupcake gave her a funny look, and the fancy mare settled her laughter.

“See? They're drooling”

She pointed.

The three mares rotated to observe their stallions.

“Hey, MY stallion isn't drooling!” Maternity said happily. Then corrected herself “Well... Not from his mouth, anyway.”

Then they joined in laughter as they noticed the strand of semen connecting Deal Striker's erection to the floor.

“Aw, I think they've had enough.” Fleur said sympathetically, getting up off the bed.

“Come on, darlings. Time to stretch your hooves.” She announced as her horn lit, and bonds and straps untied themselves.

The bound ponies slid out of the positions they'd been in for Celestia knows how long. Groaning as they stretched and relaxed.

Carrot Cake only stretched for a moment, before he was on his hooves, and making a determined beeline for his unexpecting wife, roughly rolled her over in bed onto her belly, ignoring her yelp, he slammed himself into her to the hilt.

He focused on the slapping of flanks ignoring the initial protests of his mare.

Carrot was determined to treat his mare like his property, even if just for a few minutes while he used her to get his rocks off.

Fleur had settled herself on the bed, too surprised by the scene to notice Fancy moving between her and Maternity.

Striker did notice, however. And made his move.

Fancy stroked his hoof gently across a very surprised Maternity Ward's tummy.

“It's alright, my dear”

Fancy breathed assuringly

“Just relax...”

He reached his free hoof to stroke his erection, only to thump it against the head of his friend, who was hovering his mouth over the throbbing rod, ready to impale himself on it.

“Lucky St-ah-hah!” Fancy Pants shuddered in pleasure.

His ears were filled with the sound of two ponies relentlessly bucking next to him, and a hot and wet mouth on his cock gently making 'shluck' noises.

He focused his efforts on rubbing the smooth tummy that had fascinated him before, and after only a moment he brought his tongue upon it to lick the fur in the wrong direction.

The rocking of the bed increased, and the grunting of his friend Carrot increased in frequency as he became a frenzied near-orgasm stallion desperate to satisfy his urge.

He was spurred on to his own climax after only what must have been three minutes, and he quickly pulled spasming cock from it's wet enclosure and quickly stood on three legs over the pregnant mare under him, who was shocked by his sudden movement, and before she could protest, he spewed his load he'd been building up all over her cream colored fur in white streaks.

As he fell to the side in a fit of gasping, and grunting, Fancy couldn't recall an orgasm that intense in his recent history. He lay still, not registering anything buy his own panting, and enjoyed the still.

“Still? I suppose Carrot has finished his business as well, then” He thought. He dared open an eye to observe his surroundings.

Cup and Carrot were indeed finished, and if he didn't know any better, he could have sworn Carrot orgasmed himself to sleep. That sounded like a fantastic idea, but he wanted to observe one more thing before he shut his eyes again.

He turned his focus to Maternity, who sat there with a blissfully amused look on her face as her husband gently fought Fleur for who'd be licking up the mess,

“Ahhh...” He let his sigh come out extra loud, and Cup mirrored it.

The two glanced at each other.

“I'd taste your cum in her pregnant belly, but I'm simply too tired and content to lay here”

She spoke to very softly, yet her voice carried well over the sounds of licking and slurping.

“I wouldn't mind licking her tummy either, I have to be honest. Sperm coating or no”

The two smiled, and lay their heads back to get comfortable.

Time went on, and before long, all six ponies were laying still with eyes shut, some sleeping, others well on their way.

Neither one of them would be waking up for a long, long time.

Author's Note

Much delayed. But is it better to be late than to never be at all? I think so. Been a busy busy month for me. But being laid up in a hospital does wonders for one's desire to write!! And this chapter only needed another thousand words or so to be publishable. This is an un-edited version, so if there are any flaws I missed on my first pass, then so be it. I'd really rather just have it out there.

Hope you enjoyed, please leave a comment! And give me a thumb, if you haven't already. (I use them for sexual amusement)

And now to write another chapter for Curious! This one will be fun, lots of Discord in it.