Chapter 4: Onshore Current

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Button Mash and Vinyl scratch softly snuggled together on the warm sand of the shore, their fingers casually brushed each other’s bodies. They smiled, enjoying the contact and shared body heat. A small trail of sticky cum and wetness leaked from Vinyl’s used pussy. After a while, they heard footsteps approach by their crunch-hiss sound on the sand. “You two look comfortable.” Button opened his eyes. It was Cheerilee, back in her swimsuit again. Derpy was not with her.

“Yeah,” smiled Button lazily. “She’s soft as vinyl, even in places you can’t see.” The red-eyed mare glared and elbowed him in the ribs. “Ow.”

Cheerilee knelt down, smiling. “Did that hit the spot, Vine?”

“Totally, Cheer.”

“I told you that getting a real stallion would make it better. You were so dead set against it. Really, it’s not like your first time with a colt.” Vinyl looked sheepish as her lover addressed her. “Honestly, Vinyl, you do this every estrus.”

Vinyl stood up, looked the older mare in the eye, and said with uncharacteristic frankness, “But I don’t want a stallion, or anypony else, Cheerilee. I only want you.” The older mare hugged the white unicorn, who was still flushed, disheveled, leaking, and reeking of sex. “I love you, Cheerilee,” she said, resting her head on Cheerilee’s shoulder.

Cheerilee did the same, patting Vinyl on the back. Button sat silently on the sand. The schoolmare gave him a look somewhere between bemused compassion and an apologetic smile. “I love you too, Vinyl,” she whispered, just before planting a kiss on the DJ’s cheek. Button smiled and waved genially, an unpleasant twist forming in the pit of his stomach as the reality of things hit him. He got a very sudden urge to let the couple be alone, so he got up and began to unobtrusively walk away without a work. Maybe he’d chill with Derpy while he recuperated after inseminating his second mare with his third orgasm of the day.

Vinyl rubbed her cheek against Cheerilee. “Mmmhmmm. We’ll do the rest when he’s through…” Button’s ears perked up, but he continued his cautious, stealthy departure.

“Hey,” called a boisterous female voice. Button Mash froze. He turned on the spot. “Where do you think you’re going?” Vinyl Scratch waved him closer. “Don’t leave us hanging, bro,” Vinyl urged him, she and Cheerilee each holding an arm open for him, both of them smiling.

The stallion blushed pink and walked across the short distance to them. He tentatively put his arms around the mares. They instantly engulfed him, squeezing down warmly on his neck and shoulders. Cheerilee whispered in his ear, “Vinyl hates ponies that just pump and dump. And as for me, I won’t appreciate it if you only use me for booty calls…”

He hugged them back and answered, “Got it, ladies.” He squeezed their soft, warm bodies, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards. His hands gently trailed over Vinyl’s bare, slender back, and Cheerilee’s covered back, which was somewhat more generously padded, allowing his fingers to sink in somewhat. Just as he massaged the mares, they rubbed him and each other in their warm embraces. Then, spontaneously, they gave each other a quick look and a nod before turning their gaze on Button. Their expression was peculiar.

“W-why are you looking at me like that?” His eyes widened and he pulled away slightly.

The heads closed on him at the same time. He felt warm, wet, soft lips press against his cheeks, followed by a heating feeling on both of them and between his legs.

Vinyl chuckled, “He’s totally flustered. So, shall we, Cheer?”

Button started, “Shall wha—”

“Definitely,” agreed Cheerilee, breaking the huddle and taking him by the hand. They began maching towards where the towels were, the two mares teasing the stallion held arm-in-arm between them.

They rounded the corner and saw Derpy sunbathing nude, her magnificent breasts bared to the world. Their feet made that hissing crunching noise on the black sand, cooling off in pale orange glow of the early evening. The grey mare stirred, turning her head to the source of the footsteps. She opened her eyes and gazed upon them, giving them a broad smile. She waved lazily, and Button returned the gesture.

“So, ladies,” he said, looking from mare to mare with a grin, “What do you have in store for me? Vinyl smirked at Cheerilee and mimed having her arms and legs tied together while gagged. Button’s eye twitched. Derpy grinned and nodded enthusiastically.

Cheerilee shook her head sadly and put her hand on Vinyl’s shoulder. “Later,” she whispered deliberately loudly. “Let’s just grab him one of these days. I’ll get the ball gag and handcuffs. You’ll get the blindfold and riding crop.”

Button shifted uncomfortably while Derpy interjected, “Need some rope and leather?”

“Derpy!” Button sputtered, seriously uncomfortable. He looked at the other two mares. “You guys aren’t serious about this, are you?” This prompted a flat look from Vinyl, who cocked her head.

“Duh, I’m serious,” said the white mare. “I totally love bondage… being tied up while my mistress ravages me…” Her eyes flicked over to the lightly blushing Cheerilee. “And ravaging the bound pony at my leisure, making them serve me, even when I’m taking them to new heights of pleasure…”

“I’m not serious about it, Button,” said Cheerilee. She grinned with just a few too many teeth showing. “Unless you want me to be.” She swooped in for a quick kiss, and then whispered in his ear, “Vinyl’s way into it. I like a little, but she’s a freak.” The stallion peeked cautiously over Cheerilee’s shoulder to see Vinyl Scratch shooting him a wicked grin.

Button felt a finger prod his shoulder. He spun round and came face to face with Derpy’s tits, causing him to recoil in surprise. “I um, don’t mind bondage, so long as nopony gets hurts.” She read his expression. “Don’t like it, Button?”

He took a seat on the beach towel and swished his hand. “Yeaahh,” he said. “I’m really not into that stuff at all.” The three mares gathered around him, seating themselves on the towels.

“Boring. Vanilla.” Vinyl stuck out her tongue.

“That’s me,” admitted the blushing stallion. He paused. “We’re not going to be doing those things today, are we?”

Vinyl snaked an arm around his waist and said, “Nah, I didn’t bring anything for that, and Cheers’d never let me hear the end of it.” She gave him a little punch on the arm.

“I’m just gonna fuck your brains out old school,” added Cheerilee.

Button replied, “You made that pun on purpose, didn’t you?”

“So what if I did?”

“It means you’re a bad teacher who must be punished.”

“Come on!” Vinyl whined, punching Button playfully on the arm before pushing him down by his shoulder. His head landed on Derpy’s soft lap. His eyes instantly locked onto her generous bosoms, but then met the mare’s gaze when she peeked down from over them. They grinned. Vinyl looked to Cheerilee. “Saddle up.”

The schoolmare looked up and down the stallion’s body and laughed, “Who am I? Applejack?” She stroked his chest and added softly, “Let’s give this poor colt a break before we give him a heart attack.”

Derpy looked concernedly at Button. Then she turned to Vinyl. “Did you break him?”

She snorted, “Nah, just given this little pony a lot of excitement.”

“Yeah,” breathed Button. “I didn’t even know I could do it this much. You’re sucking me dry.”

Cheerilee, who was sitting down by his shoulder, clasped a hand to his flaccid, sticky, penis, and began fondling it, whispering into his ear, “You still owe me a ride. You can do it just one more time, can’t you?” She slid her hand into the crotch of her strawberry swimsuit.

Button asked Vinyl, “Why can’t you just zap me with a sex spell again?”

“I can’t do it if you’re still totally wiped from the last one, and I just came, so that took a lot of magic out of me. I’m not Twilight Sparkle,” panted Vinyl.

“Please, don’t deny your favorite teacher this.”

“Not to mention only teacher,” teased the white unicorn. Her partner kept rubbing, but to no avail. Button couldn’t enjoy her soft touch on his exhausted member. All he felt was either unarousing brushing or vaguely pleasant friction, but none of it was enough to inspire another erection.

“Still his favorite,” countered the magenta mare. Derpy and Button glanced at each other, trading confusedly amused expressions with mutual resigned shrugs.

“Do they always bicker like this,” asked Button.

“They sure do,” answered Derpy. Their side conversation went on completely without comment from the two mares, who paid them the same attention as they would a particularly average raindrop on a windowpane.

The two mares bickered back and forth. They sat on opposing sides of Button’s torso. “What about his college professors?” The bystanders tried to not laugh, the one nestled in the soft lap doing far worse.

“Don’t count; they’re called professors.”

“They still teach. What’s the difference?”

“There’s a big difference between primary education and higher education.”

“One’s boring and you’re forced to do it. The other’s fun, with lots of parties, drinks, easy ponies, and nopony to boss you around.”

Cheerilee gave up on the handjob and withdrew. She stopped to look at the mess in her hand and mouthed something along the lines of ‘you gotta be kidding me.' “That’s why you were a student at Canterlot Commumity.”

“Still got my certs. What’s that got to do with it?”

Derpy leaned close to Button’s ear and chortled, “I never went to college."

“Aren’t they just like an old married couple, Derpy?”

“Yeah, I guess so, Button.”

Ignoring the laughing pegasus and stallion, Cheerilee facepalmed. She droned, “Vinyl Scratch, did you, or did you not, address the instructors at Canterlot Community Craft College, as professor?”

“Naw,” replied Vinyl Scratch with a lazy wave of her hand. “I just called ‘em teacher, mister, or miss; mostly just said dude.” She motioned with her eyebrows.

“Only you… Listen, did most of the other students call them professors?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And the syllabi?”

Vinyl hesitated, rubbing her scalp thoughtfully. “Instructor or professor,” she admitted.

“Exactly!” Cheerilee’s hands clapped together. “They’re technically not teachers.”

“But they teach, so it’s just a dumb name.”

“Seriously…” Cheerilee reached forward with her hand and wiped it against Vinyl’s cheeks.

The unicorn bristled. “Hey! Now you got his cum on my face!” She ducked down, pressing her face against the towel.

The earth pony dryly wiped the rest off on the towel while answering, “It’s already inside your vagina. What’s the difference?” Derpy Hooves sighed. Her eyes gave an intentional wobble. She sagged forwards slightly, elbows on her knees, propping up her round face in her hands. Button Mash, in contrast, was failing to mask a stupendous smile, just barely keeping quiet with red cheeks and a strained expression, giving periodic snorts and starts despite his best efforts. His hands rested on the thighs of the mares flanking him.

He smirked a little bit. “Y’know, I’d always imagined that Cheerilee would be…” he paused. “Um, mature.”

“Me too, but as you can see, Vinyl’s pretty good at getting ponies wound up.”

“You wanna make a bet, Vine?” Vinyl Scratch bolted to attention, her ears twitching devilishly to every sound.

“Totally,” she responded, licking her lips, grimacing a bit as her tongue found a few stray flecks of cum.

Her lover delicately slipped the straps of her bathing suit off her own shoulders and began to peel it down, off her body. Her terrific breasts came free with a jiggle before sticking out proudly. “Let’s ask Button what he thinks. I bet he thinks that professors are the same as teachers, and I’m his favorite one.” She leaned down, brushing her tits against his chest. “If I win, you have to eat me out.”

Vinyl smirked. “I bet that he thinks professors aren’t the same as teachers, and that you aren’t his most favorite one. And when I win, you’ll have to satisfy both Derpy and me.”

Cheerilee ignored the arrogance and the grammatical barb, but turned to the visibly bored Derpy Hooves and asked, “Derpy, no pressure, but is it okay if you get involved in this bet?”

The grey pegasus nodded and answered, “It’s okay, Cheerilee. We girls can have fun while our prince gets his strength back.”

Derpy Hooves sort of shrugged and drew a hand across her chest, looking away from the mares, but giving the stallion a peculiar look. “Nice,” thought Vinyl Scratch aloud. She and Button Mash watched hungrily as Cheerilee stripped naked, her voluptuous body being fully revealed in all its glory, freed from its tight but opaque prison. Her stomach had a few small bits of flab – Cheerilee loved her naturally curvy shape and took of care it, but didn’t torment herself over not having a washboard core, or not having fashion model slim hips. The erotically-curved hourglass sides flared out into thick, but not heavy or chunky, hips. Round, curvaceous thighs joined those, turning into substantial legs.

She cast her costume away. Button blushed as the eyes of all three mares met his. It registered as arousing; he felt a faint throb of something like desire in his dick. He chuckled slightly, though, because Derpy’s goofy face was upside down with her googly, yellow eyes and blonde mane just peeking over her breasts. Unlike the other two, she had a Caesarian section scar. She was buxom, but noticeably less endowed than Cheerilee and she sagged slightly, with a single roll of belly fat squeezed out by her posture. Vinyl was by far the thinnest and fittest, but her curves and assets were miserly by comparison. Of course, they were all the sexiest mares he’d ever seen in real life, and certainly leagues beyond anything he thought he’d ever get. Vinyl’s and Cheerilee’s faces appeared to be rotated sideways. It definitely was amusing how they all had their tits out, even while staring so seriously at him.

They all three asked him in unison, “Well, Button?”

“W-What?”

Cheerilee asked, while massing her bust, “Am I your favorite teacher?” It was frankly unfair of her to explain a young ex schoolboy's adolescent crush like that, and she knew it.

Vinyl Scratch flashed him a smouldering glance of bedroom eyes. “Aren’t teachers and professors totally different things?”

Button Mash froze. No exit. “I-I-I- I, um… Well, you…” He drifted off, his cheeks vivid vermillion.

Derpy Hooves gave him a reassuring smile. She laid her hands firmly but tenderly on his chest. Derpy spoke. “It’s not a loaded question, Button. Those two are just being silly.” He saw the fierce looks they flashed at her. Derpy answered those with an exasperated sigh. “Button, just tell me if Cheerilee’s your favorite teacher, and if professors count as teachers.” Those kindly eyes held no duplicity.

Button inhaled and thought it over for many tense seconds. It was less than a minute before he answered the pegasus. “Cheerilee is my favorite teacher ever, and I think that professors are the same thing as teachers. I’m sorry, ladies, but you each win one and lose one.”

Derpy giggled. The musician and the educator exchanged confused looks. She flourished her wings, grabbing their attention. Then she said, “You’re both half and half. So that means we’re gonna do both things.” Derpy stroked the stallion’s cheek and then set his head down on the towel to beckon over the other two mares. “Come on.” Button Mash lay there, hardly believing the spectacle he was getting to witness.

The other three shrugged their shoulders. Vinyl smiled at Button and stood up. Cheerilee gave him a kiss on the lips before wordlessly going over the Derpy’s towel with the others. They sat in a circle. The fuchsia earth pony mare said, “Vine, you’re going to sixty-nine with me. Derpy, lie down with your hips in front of Vinyl’s.”

Button watched engrossed as the grey and white mares got on their backs, thighs intersecting. Sure, they’d be enjoying themselves without him, but that was one of those things nopony bothered to mention about threesomes in real life, versus group sex in erotic fantasy.

Cheerilee moved her hips over Vinyl’s head and lowered her head between the unicorn’s thighs. Vinyl looked hungrily at her lover. Derpy looked slightly unsure of herself. Vinyl sniffed at Cheerilee’s crotch before starting to lick the moment it was close enough. In a few strokes, she found the clitoris, causing Cheerilee to shiver as her practiced hands began to gently rub around Derpy’s slit. The mare caressed the labia, thighs, and ass, grabbing a handful of Derpy’s cushy plot with a sharp smack that stung both sets of cheeks.

Vinyl kept licking slowly to let her marefriend attend to the obvious newcomer to lesbian sex. Her fingers found her own pussy to be already damp in anticipation of the pleasures to come. Derpy tensed up slightly, holding her breath, but not trembling. She’d never been touched in this way by another mare before, and her partner seemed to know it somehow. The first few touches were something new – soft mare fingers instead of hard stallion digits. Desire built between her legs. Cheerilee brushed against her sensitive clit with just a finger, sending a ripple of pleasure through her body, and a puff of air from her lips in a squeak.

Vinyl licked at Cheerilee’s damp slit, feeling it moisten with every stroke of her practiced tongue. Saliva mingled with that distinct smell of what was it called? Copulance? Whatever; the mare worked with long, slow, strokes around the soft entrance to get her lover warmed up. The first taste of her juices met Vinyl’s larger than average tongue, gooey and salty – not too unlike sweat. Pleased, Vinyl dug her tongue just a bit into Cheerilee's damp folds, slowly and firmly applying pleasure along the entirety of her lover’s slit. Cheerilee’s hips jostled involuntarily. Vinyl smiled before delivering a more excruciatingly slow, heavy, laborious lick while teasing in and out of the outer labia. At the very end of the lick, Vinyl saw the clitoris exposed and teased it with a single, deliberate, lightly flicking brush of the tongue across the sensitive tip.

Cheerilee gasped, pleasantly surprised at Vinyl’s uncharacteristically methodical, teasing approach. Her own fingers felt the wetness grow from within Derpy, and began to slip inside, slowly, one at a time. She was gentle, gradually working her way in and methodically figuring this new mare out. She reflected ruefully back on how easy it was to make a stallion cum; all they needed was some warm, smooth, compression, and they exploded, shooting hot cum everywhere. But mares were so much more complicated in that they varied a lot more, plus requiring a degree of finesse to figure out before they could be skillfully played and then made to sing like a musical instrument, to use a poor but amusing simile. At least they didn’t have to call it a night after only or two orgasms. Her index finger delicately trailed along Derpy’s front wall. It brushed against a small rough spot, causing Derpy to shudder slightly and deepen her flush. “You like that, Derpy?”

“Uh huh.” Derpy nodded, feeling that familiar heat spread throughout her crotch. She spread her legs wider and scooted closer to the other mares to give Cheerilee better access, noticing her upper body beginning to flush a more lurid pink coupled with occasional twitches as Vinyl worked her from below. The fuchsia mare’s touch… it was gentle, exploratory. And it felt good how the slim fingers delicately manipulated her sensitive spots as only another mare could. Derpy rubbed herself. “I like being touched like this,” she said, boldly taking the schoolmare’s hand in her own, guiding her through the motions.

Cheerilee allowed the pegasus to guide her as she absorbed herself in the mindless, deceptively simple primal motions. Two grey hands clasped at her wrist to keep her going. Two unseen fingers teased around her clit, coming close to, but never quite touching the sensitive nub, and occasionally teasing her pussy, but never penetrating her like she desired.

Vinyl Scratch raised her jaw upwards towards Cheerilee’s wet slit to press deeper into her, bringing waves of pleasure to her body. She threaded her hips between Derpy’s thighs and used her athletic legs to pull herself and Derpy together. She angled her hips to feel the heat of another mare’s wet pussy. At last, some stimulation, and not something she and Cheerilee did too often. Derpy Hooves faintly moaned as she rocked against Vinyl Scratch, pressing against her. Button Mash couldn’t stop watching the blazing hot spectacle of three sexy mares going at it right in front of him. The writhing, moaning, soft, feminine, bodies filled him with desire. His cock began to long for touch. He gently stroked the flaccid length, feeling it reawakening again. Hooray for the Coolidge effect!

Cheerilee had gotten a good rhythm going, working and rubbing her fingers inside Derpy’s hot pussy, her thumb and mouth serving her clit, keeping it moist with saliva and juices. Hers and Vinyl’s ministrations elicited erotic yelps and jerks from the sexy pegasus. Vinyl moaned, licked, sucked, and fingered her crotch with skill built from scores of hot, passionate nights together. Her lover knew just what to do; how to make her wet, how to make her scream -- how to drive her mad. And she was driving her especially mad, delivering pleasure, but nothing that brought her to orgasm – only things that inflamed her desire, bringing her lust to a roaring boil.

“Vinyl, please,” she begged. “Stop torturing me.”

“Then lick me,” replied Vinyl.

Cheerilee lowered her mouth to Vinyl’s dripping folds and did so. “Yessss,” Vinyl hissed, rewarding Cheerilee with a flick of the tongue across her clit, causing her to cry out and buck her hips against her lover’s face. Cheerilee quickly transitioned to a kneeling position and offered herself within easy reach. She unleashed a flurry of licks and kisses against both the needy cunts before her.

Vinyl loved it when Cheerilee dug in hungrily, lapping; kissing and sucking away. Derpy basked in the pleasurable feelings. Her hips moved on their own, pressing into Cheerilee's mouth, pressing against Vinyl’s. She fondled her breasts, tweaking and rubbing the nipples. Good feelings radiated from her chest and hips, coming together in her core. She cried out in joy. Cheerilee hummed happily from Vinyl’s, steady, dependable ministrations brought her closer to orgasm with each lick and stroke. She tasted the slightly bitter cum inside both of them and instinctually sucked it up.

Derpy’s entire body tensed in delight when Vinyl rubbed their slits together aggressively with the grace of a gymnast. Cheerilee focused her best attention on her, devoting herself to giving Derpy the most intense pleasure she’d ever known. The little moans grew louder. Her body shook. Every kiss, every lick, every suck, and every touch felt wonderful and made her want more. Cheerilee’s heavenly mouth poured all over her slit, but relished its finest work on her clit. She felt the pressure inside her building up towards its breaking point.

Her breathing accelerated, now coming in hot, raspy pants. She didn’t know that it was possible to feel so amazing so quickly. She tried to praise and egg on her partners, but all that came out were moans of pleasure. Vinyl and Cheerilee felt the trembling from Derpy’s core, and her pussy getting even hotter and even wetter as she neared her climax. Button stroked himself furiously, vicariously rushing towards the same end, if only he could yet reach it…

Derpy’s mouth hung open, freely allowing lewd vocalizations to spill from her throat. Her peals of pleasure shouted out to the sky, her brain fixated only on the ecstasy about to explode from her core. This was it. Her entire body thrummed with tension, screaming for release – to erupt in one supernova of sexual bliss. Just one more touch…

“Vinyl – Cheerilee – I-”

“Cum,” they urged together. With those words, Vinyl Scratch rubbed their slits together one last time, and Cheerilee sucked, licked, kissed, and gummed her clit.

Derpy’s pleasure shattered a barrier inside of her. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!” She screamed in pure bliss, hips bucking wildly, frantically trying to get every bit of pleasure her lovers could give. Her legs clamped shut, locking Cheerilee in place. Climax. Language and logic ceased. Carnal ecstasy blanked her mind into a white void. Instinct made her cry out, grunt, and groan; she couldn’t speak! Her eyes screwed shut hard enough to bring tears. Her arms flailed out of control. Orgasm wracked her body mercilessly, even as those mares relentlessly drove to her astronomical heights of pleasure. Fluids rushed freely from her. “SHIT!”

Cheerilee ravaged her sensitive clit, combining a vigorous lick with a strong suck. Derpy’s entire form convulsed from the euphoric spike of pleasure so good, so intense, it blasted her like lightning. Her pussy writhed and contracted around that fabulous tongue. Her body felt so great that it hurt. Her lips unleashed her best primal scream. Pleasure beyond pleasure flooded every nerve.

Her unbridled release nearly sent Vinyl Scratch over the edge, but then, suddenly spent, her body gave out, and so Derpy Hooves collapsed into a barely conscious pile of contentment and post-orgasmic aftershocks. Cheerilee let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto her side. “I thought that’d never end,” Vinyl Scratch smirked.

"F-f-fffuuuuuck yooooooou..." moaned a very happy Derpy.

"Our pleasure," answered Cheerilee with a grin.

"Anytime," said Vinyl. The grey pleasured pegasus very shortly thereafter passed out into a blissful doze. Viny.l caught an eye of Button pleasuring herself. "Yo, kid, don't go busting a nut again before you've given my mare her fill, or there'll be hell to pay for sure."

"Sex dungeon for a week," threatened Cheerilee, steel showing through for a moment. The youth released his dick. "That's more like it. Now let us finish and we'll be right on over to help out good little colt." And with that, the magenta mare returned to her erotic ministrations on the white unicorn.

Pleasure radiated from the unicorn’s core. She trembled, “Cheer, I’m really close; almost there.” Sparks revealed the magic gathered in her horn. Button still couldn’t get properly hard. She squealed and squirmed in response to every single deft motion of her lover’s talented mouth.

Cheerilee lapped her tongue in and out. She teased the inner and outer labia. She kissed the lower lips with her upper lips. Vinyl gave as good as she got, taking full advantage of her nimble musician’s fingers to stroke Cheerilee’s clit and most sensitive spots. Cheerilee began to feel orgasm approaching, but Vinyl was so much closer. She dug her nails into Cheerilee’s back and plot, such abandon only exciting Cheerilee further.

Vinyl was moments from cumming. Pleasure threatened to erupt and consume her. Magic welled in her horn; she had to use it now. It glowed. Button felt the magical heat suffuse his penis, followed by it hardening in mere seconds. Vinyl lost control. “Fuck, Cheerileeeee!” She launched an arousal spell at Cheerilee at the very moment her orgasm smashed her like a blow.

An upsurge of pleasure hit Cheerilee from nowhere, but it felt like Vinyl’s magic, probably intended to bring her to orgasm, too, but in her haste, her aim was poor. As Vinyl tumbled over the edge, the white pony swore and gasped for air while she battled to keep her body under control. The surges of pleasure pulsed throughout her entire being, radiating from tremors in her core and contractions in her pussy. A rush of fluids squirted into Cheerilee’s mouth, but still the mares pressed on, giving their all to each other. The fuchsia mare dug into the white one’s squirming plot, shoving her muzzle into her crotch, giving frantic licks and sucks before the pleasure made her lose control.

“YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!” Vinyl screeched and wildly jerked her hips. She dug into Cheerilee’s crotch with gusto, giving a dazzling, frantic flurry of flicks and kisses all along her hot, soaked slit, and delivering a wonderful barrage onto the sensitive clit.

Cheerilee came with no words, just pleasured moaning and grunting, for her mouth, though delirious, still faithfully kept going. Maddening pleasure engulfed her, but not enough to make her lose control. Her toes curled. Waves of sexual release spilled from her insides, making her spazz and jerk. Lewd, erotic sounds flew from her lips without thought. She trembled and groaned every time Vinyl’s tongue gave her sensitive flesh another electrifying lick.

The two came down from their orgasms. Vinyl was barely coherent. Cheerilee was hot and much more lucid. Cheerilee disengaged and righted herself to cuddle with Vinyl Scratch face to face. the warmth and softness of each other’s bodies in the afterglow. The evening sun provided the perfect warmth and ambiance. And they laid together like that in satisfied silence for a fair while.

They eventually heard talking. “Did you guys break her? Is she alright?” The two mares turned around to look at Buttton Mash, who was pointing rather concernedly at Derpy Hooves.

“She’ll be fine,” answered the pair. “We might have gone a little bit too far, though. She’ll be up before long.”

They spied his erection. “And speaking of up now... don’t get too excited, B-Button,” Cheerilee admonished with a shudder as Vinyl brushed a hand across her slit.

“Don’t blow your load in ten seconds flat.”

“That joke’s been played out,” remarked Cheerilee.

Vinyl cocked an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nevermind,” replied Cheerilee, shaking her head. She looked Button in the eye again. “You ready for me?”

He nodded, reclining back and pointing to his throbbing penis. “Eeyup. Let’s get it on.”

Author's Note

Finally, it's out! I apologize so deeply. I have been swamped by real life concerns and tasks. So, as a treat to you all, I wrote a lesbian threesome. I promise you won't wait this long for the next chapter. I know that Cheerilee and Button were supposed to bang this time around, but, well, from a writing perspective, this made more sense. And besides, what's the point of having extra females if they never do anything but have vanilla sex one at a time with the only male? This is my first ever time writing lesbian sex. I hope I did well, rather than attracting the murderous wrath of every single femslash and female fan in existence.

Thank you so much, my lovely editors and helpers, Sayer, Nahmala, and Midnight Dancer. Double thanks to Dancer for consulting with me over writing the lesbian sex. I could not have done this without you. Without you lot helping me, I couldn't do this.

To Nahmala, my number one fan, because of all the things you do for me and to me, I thought you would appreciate a little fanservice.

My good friend, exectreXcessive, has a new group for fics that deserve more attention. Check out Underappreciated Extravaganza. You'd do it for me, please? It'd make him happy, too. You might like what you see.

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Hot Button Beach Day will conclude next chapter. This time, Button and Cheerilee are really going to mash.

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