It's Not Gay If...

“So why did you want us to come back anyway?” Snips stepped into the clearing with a small bit or resistance from the brush underhoof. It prodded rudely against his belly, and he glared at it as he set foot into the soft grass of the clearing. Snails followed with no such necessary effort. Unlike Snips, he smiled all the while, giving a grin to both the girls and their blanket. Silver Spoon waved at him, and he waved back.

“We were bored and decided you guys could come hang out with us. I mean... if you think you’re cool enough.”

“Since when are we cool enough to hang out with you?” Snips raised an eyebrow and cast a wary look over the suspicious lump at the back of the picnic blanket.

“Yeah,” Snails piped up. “Whenever I asked to talk to you guys before you said to go away... and one time I think you threw a meatball at me.”

“It was a mushroom, you—” Diamond Tiara felt a tap on her shoulder from Silver Spoon’s direction and bit her tongue. “I mean... right. Well, we’re in high-school now. Things are different, and we think you guys might be cool enough to hang around for a while. But, if you don’t want to—”

“Woah woah woah, we didn’t say that. We just... sure, we’ll hang out. Won’t we, Snails?”

“Why does it smell like my uncle’s house?” Snails tilted his head and sniffed loudly. Diamond Tiara’s face turned from pink to red as the scent of booze wafted around her own nostrils, letting her notice it for the first time.

“Well... if you guys are cool enough to hang out with us, you’ve gotta be cool enough to have a drink, too.” Diamond Tiara looked back at Silver Spoon who was shaking her head furiously. Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes and reached for the bulge at the back of the picnic blanket. A quick search found a bottle of almost-finished vodka, which she held aloft like a winner’s prize. The sun caught the contents of the bottle with a shimmer as she held the vodka towards the boys.

Snails was nonplussed, but Snips's eyebrows looked like they were about to fall off.

“Are you kidding? You guys are drinking?!”

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes again.

“Uh, duh? Come on, don’t be a wuss... unless you guys want to prove you aren’t cool enough to hang with us after all.”

Snips gave a panicked look back towards Snails, then returned his eyes to the bottle.

“It’s not that. It’s just that... we... uh...”

An orange hoof reached over Snips's head and clinked against the bottle. Diamond Tiara smiled and handed it forward. As Snips watched with his mouth wide, Snails opened the bottle and took several long gulps from it. Only a few drops remained when he pulled it from his lips.

“It tastes like old fruit,” he said with a blank expression. Diamond Tiara blinked at him.

“Did you just drink that whole thing?” Snips reached up for the bottle. Sure enough, as Snails handed it to him, the clear glass was empty.

“Don’t worry... we’ve got plenty more where that came from.” Diamond Tiara beckoned to the secret stash as Silver Spoon pulled the blanket aside, revealing the whole day’s worth of pilfered booze.

Snails gulped loudly as he eyed the selection of potable poisons.

What exactly had he gotten himself into?

“Ssoo...” Silver Spoon leaned forward a bit as she began to speak, then back again with a start. She held a hoof to her mouth for a second before continuing. “What do you guys... normally do when you’re... when you hang out?”

“Oh... you know.” Snips took a small sip from the bottle of whiskey by his side and made a pained expression before setting it back down. “We just kind of... hang out.”

“Last time we looked for tree-frogs,” Snails said matter-of-factly.

Silver Spoon nodded at him. “That sounds really cool,” she said.

Diamond Tiara sighed.

“Do you guys come here a lot—”

“Silver. Stop.” Diamond Tiara stood from her seat on the blanket. The boys had taken a place closest to the clearing’s exit, and Silver Spoon was still on the back, next to Diamond Tiara.

“Look,” Diamond Tiara said. “Let’s get down to business. We’ve been dancing around the real reason we asked you back.”

“Diamond, no—”

Silver Spoon’s objection died on her lips as Diamond Tiara’s hoof interjected.

“Listen,” Diamond Tiara said. She looked over Snips, and then Snails, sizing them up with her eyes. The glint of liquor glimmered in her gaze, and her frown moved into a slight smile.

“Do you guys wanna fuck us?”

Snails stayed mostly calm, but Snips spit out the mouthful of whiskey he’d been holding. Most of it missed Diamond Tiara, but a decent amount landed on Silver Spoon, who seemed to take it in stride.

“What?!”

“You heard me. Do you guys wanna fuck us?” Diamond Tiara turned around and, just the way she had inadvertently done to Silver Spoon every other half-hour, waggled her butt suggestively in the stricken pony’s direction. She waved her tail in the air and made a point of spreading her legs slightly wider than normal. She knew she must reek of the not-so-secret wanting she’d been aching of for the past few hours, but she didn’t care.

“There’s no way you’re not kidding. Snails, they’ve gotta be kidding, right?”

Snails shared a look with Snips, then turned his head back to Diamond Tiara, who was still waving her plot at the pair.

“Well,” he said. “They might be.”

“What’s the catch?” Snips asked, his eyebrow raised. “There’s gotta be some kind of catch.”

“There’s no catch,” Diamond Tiara said, spinning around “We both want some dick, and you guys happened to wander by. It’s just a happy coincidence. Nothing for you to do but fuck us if we wanna get fucked, right?”

“I don’t believe it. There’s no way two girls like you would want anything to do with two guys like us. Right, Snails?”

“I sorta have a girlfriend, actually.”

“Uh, Snails?” Silver Spoon spoke up softly, turning everypony’s head in her direction. “Twist told me you guys broke up, like... a month ago.”

“You and Twist broke up?!” Snips's eyebrows jumped to the top of his forehead again.

Snails looked down at the ground and rubbed the back of his head with his hoof.

“Well... okay. We might be on a break.”

Diamond Tiara gave a pointed flick of her tail behind her head. “No problem there then. So whatta you say? Are you guys down?”

One of Snips's eyebrows jumped, then settled again.“You’re sure there’s no catch?”

On the far end of the blanket, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon shared a quick, wordless glance.

“Well...” Diamond Tiara tucked her chin down a bit. “There is one teeny thing.”

“Oh?” Snips's negotiatory eyebrow and stare returned, this time joined by a mildly curious look from Snails as well.

“Well... we don’t just wanna fuck.” Diamond Tiara shared another look with Silver Spoon, then turned back to the boys. “Silver Spoon and me... we like to mess around a little too. And we want you guys to watch.”

“Hot dog!” Snips jumped up onto all fours, beaming. “Do you mean before, or after the... other stuff?”

“Before. Does that mean you wanna do it with us?”

“Sure, sure. I mean, if you’re sure you’re not planning anything weird like tying us up or throwing us into the woods or—”

“Or taking off all our clothes and laughing at us,” Snails chimed in.

“Uh... Snails… you’re not wearing any clothes,” Silver Spoon said.

“Oh. Right.”

“Well, let’s get to it then,” Diamond Tiara said. She pulled Silver Spoon up with a smile. The eagerness in Snips's eyes was easy to see, compounded by the hanging of his tongue like a happy dog. Diamond Tiara turned her head to Silver Spoon and licked her lips, barely waiting for Silver Spoon to be standing before she leaned forward, lips pursed—

And then stopped. She opened her eyes and turned towards Snips and Snails, as though she’d forgotten something.

“Oh, right. Well, there is one other thing?”

“Yeah? What is it?” Snips bounced as he spoke, making it a surprise that his tail wasn’t wagging behind him.

“Well... having sex is one thing, because we’ll all be having fun. But me and Silver Spoon having fun... you guys might feel kind of left out.”

“No, we’re fine, I promise. Right Snails?”

“I’m a little tired, but I’m okay.”

Snips rolled his eyes, but Diamond Tiara continued, unphased.

“There’s also the fact that, while we might think you guys are cool enough to mess around with... not everypony at school would agree. We could lose some major points if anyone else found out... especially if they found out Silver Spoon and I were doing stuff together.”

“Pfft. Everyone at school thinks that anyway.”

Diamond Tiara gave a short sigh.

“Right. But, I’m just saying... well... we think it would be a good idea if you guys could give us some collateral, if you know what I mean.”

Snips looked at Snails. Snails stared back at him blankly, before Snips turned his head back in Diamond Tiara’s direction.

“No, we don’t.”

“Well,” Diamond Tiara said, “we think it would be only fair if you guys played along with us. Just by doing what we do... but with each other.”

Another set of blinks. Another back-and-forth stare. Snips let his mouth hang open for a second before speaking.

“You mean me... and Snails?”

Diamond Tiara nodded.

“Yeah?”

“No way!” Snips backed up a few steps, as though the very idea repulsed him to be around. Snails did the same, but only after a tug from Snips on his back-end.

“I’m not gonna do anything with Snails! That’s...”

“Gay?” Snails offered.

Snips nodded fervently. “Yeah. It’s gay. And kind of gross. No offense, Snails.”

“Huh?”

“So what? It’s not like me making out with Silver Spoon until she’s panting and moaning underneath me is exactly straight...” Diamond Tiara lowered her eyes as she spoke and walked closer to the boys at the same time. A large bead of sweat rolled off Snips's forehead and onto the ground. “You guys don’t mind doing something a little gay if it means you get to see us mess around, and then fuck us later, do you?” Diamond Tiara raised a hoof to Snips's cheek. Snips shivered as she ran it down his face, through the thick sheen of sweat that had picked up on his coat.

“I mean, it’s not that weird. It’s not like you’re related or anything,” Diamond Tiara said.

“Well... we’re cousins,” Snail said. “Does that count?”

“You’re—”

“—what?” Silver Spoon picked up Diamond Tiara’s sentence and hobbled forward next to her. She stared at Snails, then Snips as the two of them looked bashfully in either direction.

“Well... yeah,” Snips said. “Did you think our names went together just by coincidence?”

“So you guys are related?” Diamond Tiara asked. Her sultry smile vanished to make way for a confused grimace.

“Yeah. I’m surprised nopony else seems to know that—”

“You’re still gonna do it though, right?” Silver Spoon shoved past Diamond Tiara until she was almost nose-to-nose with Snips, who leaned back like he was staring down a gunbarrel.

“Well... it’d be really weird.”

“So what? You guys’d get to see me and DT do stuff. I’ll totally eat her pussy out and you guys can watch. And then I’ll fuck you afterwards. You,” she said, jabbing a hoof into Snips's stomach. The fire in her eyes that had burned at mention of the two colts doing anything seemed to have blazed into an inferno the moment the word ‘cousins’ hit her ears.

Snips gave an uneasy look in Snails's direction, then refocused his attention on the silver filly staring at him from a few inches away.

“What would we have to do?” he asked.

“Just...” Silver Spoon pulled back and held a hoof to her chin contemplatively. She pondered for a few seconds.

“How about a kiss?” Diamond Tiara said. “To start.”

“A kiss? Gross!” Snips stuck out his tongue and turned his head opposite Snails, gagging theatrically. Snails blinked, apparently not sharp enough to follow the lead.

“Come on! Snails, you’re a good sport. You’ll do it, right?” Silver Spoon placed a hoof on either side of Snails's shoulders and smiled at him. Snails blinked and smiled back at her.

“You’ll get to see us kiss afterwards,” Diamond Tiara said in Snips's direction.

“I dunno...”

“Come on! Just try it. If it’s too gross, you can stop and we’ll figure something else out that involves your dick in a pussy.”

Snips shifted uneasily. A quick peek under his stomach didn’t reveal anything, but Diamond Tiara was sure he was concealing half a hardon at least.

“I... I guess.” Snips said the words like they were poison, but both girls practically leapt into the air as he said them.

“Great, great! Okay, don’t rush, no pressure. Just... whenever you’re ready, and Diamond Tiara and I will watch... and afterwards, we’ll take our turn, okay?”

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon both took a seat on the grass and stared intently at the two colts as they looked at each other. Snails's expression was as hard to read as always, but Snips's was a tapestry of unease and anxiousness.

“Alright,” he said, turning to Snails. His voice came in a hushed whisper, just quiet enough to stay out of the hearing range of the two tipsy fillies to his side. “Listen. I know this is... super gross. But those two chicks are gonna make out and let us do ‘em if we play along.”

“Doing it feels nice,” Snails said obliquely.

“You don’t have to brag about it! Listen... I mean, I’m down with this if you are. If it goes too far, just say the word and we’ll bail, okay?”

“Okay.”

Snails turned towards Snips and smiled at him. It seemed like no matter the circumstance going on outside, there was very little that passed the easy-go-lucky fog that clouded Snails's normal thought process. The glare Snips gave him almost seemed resentful.

“Just... try to think about girls or something,” Snips said as he closed his eyes and leaned forward.

The few inches between them closed unsteadily. Snails was forced to lean low to make up for the height difference, and only closed his eyes when he was sure the rest of him would be on target. Snips's whole face shook as he crawled forward, edging back like he was about to touch his tongue a cold flagpole—but Snails moved on without hesitation. The distance vanished after a few seconds. Then the last few millimeters. Then their lips touched.

In the darkness of his closed eyes, Snips heard a muffled something noise from nearby.

Kissing Snails wasn’t entirely unpleasant. He didn’t have anything to compare it to, which meant it may as well be good, for all he knew. The texture of his cousin’s lips was a bit softer than he’d expected, which meant after a few seconds he felt himself moving his own lips into them—not with any enthusiasm, mind, but just because it felt nicer. It felt nice to feel Snails's breathing too, not in the form of actual breath, but just in the way the flow of his body moved through the thing touching against Snips's mouth. He almost felt kind of calm about the whole thing. Somehow, the fact that two girls were watching made it feel a lot less gay. And...

Huh. That was weird.

He was definitely only half-hard a second ago. Not... all the way hard.

Snails was opening his mouth.

It stood to reason that the only natural thing to do was to open with it. Then what was that yes that must be a tongue so why was he moving his tongue and oh wow that was really soft and somewhere else was really hard it was poking against his stomach actually what was he thinking about a second ago...

Snails didn’t move his tongue with much precision, but he made up for it in gentleness. His motions were slow, soft, and backed always by the soft pressure of his lips pressing down just a little harder. By the steady in and out of his breathing that Snips could feel like a rhythm in his chest. He wasn’t even sure it was Snails he was kissing anymore. The feeling was too good for it to be anypony he knew. He almost wanted to throw caution to the wind and just lean a little more forward and oh gosh Snails just bit his lip a little bit and yeah that was definitely something twitching between his legs and a noise was coming out of his chest that he’d never made before.

“Mnnmh...” The moan sounded alien in Snips's gravelly voice, but it felt right against Snails's lips. Was it all the whiskey he’d had, or was he enjoying kissing his cousin?

The ‘mmm’ that passed between Snails's lips said it wasn’t just him.

And another ‘mmm’, beside him. One of the fillies watching.

That’s right, there were fillies, weren’t there?

That was enough to return Snips to attention. He pulled away slower than he felt was appropriate, but made sure to make a show of wiping his mouth off in disgust.

He couldn’t do the fake spitting though. Something on his tongue felt tingly, and he wanted to keep it there.

“T-there,” he said, turning towards the girls. “Now it’s your turn.”

Both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon looked flushed. They were holding their hooves together on the blanket and rubbing slowly up and down each others’ forelegs. Silver Spoon was biting her lip, but she let go when she realized Snips had spoken.

“Oh,” she said. “Right, we’ll—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Diamond Tiara grabbed her head with both hooves and turned it sharply. Silver Spoon had one second to take a gulp of air before Diamond Tiara kissed her hard.

Kisses with Diamond Tiara were always breathtaking, but often for different reasons. Usually just being around her made Silver Spoon breathless to some extent, whether it was an eyeful stare of bouncing pink plot she got on a trip around the house or the scent of perfume and body-wash that hung on Diamond’s hair like an aura, thick and sweet and ready to be sucked up by Silver Spoon’s greedy nose. When they kissed, it was almost always only because Diamond Tiara wanted to mess around, and only then because it seemed to be necessary foreplay before Silver Spoon had her face shoved between her friend’s legs. Not that she minded.

This kiss felt a little different; more real, somehow. The way Diamond Tiara was really leaning into it, pressing down hard on Silver Spoon’s lips, and then letting her tongue in, hungry the way it usually was, but in a different way this time. Diamond’s tongue swirled around in Silver Spoon’s mouth accompanied by a light moan, which Silver Spoon met with an eager enthusiasm. She could actually feel her body moving of its own accord, shifting to lean closer into Diamond Tiara, to rub her chest against Diamond’s chest, to raise a hoof and run it through Diamond Tiara’s frazzled mane and feel her lean her head closer even still like that and she was breathing so heavy and wriggling just a little bit, and Silver Spoon could feel that. There was a definite sway to Diamond Tiara’s kissing, like her body wanted more but was afraid to go forward, so she’d better make this kiss count for damn-well as much as she could, and Silver Spoon wasn’t one to object, heck no.

When Diamond Tiara finally pulled away, Silver Spoon tried to blink away the spots in her eyes, but they remained.

A thin strand of spit hung from Diamond Tiara’s mouth, joining it with Silver Spoon’s. She made no effort to wipe it away as she said. “Was that good?” ashe asked, panting slightly.

Snips and Snails both nodded, the former with more enthusiasm.

“Good,” Diamond Tiara, sitting back up and leaving Silver Spoon to do the same after she collected herself.

“Your turn again,” she said.

“Wha?” Snips blinked. The haze of the girl-on-girl makeout session he’d just witnessed took a while to clear. When it did, he blinked again.

“What... what do we have to do now?” he asked.

“Well,” Diamond Tiara said. “I’ve heard rumours that Snails here”—she pointed towards Snails, who blinked and pointed down at his chest as if to say ‘Me?’—”is packing a pretty big package. I wanna see it, if that’s true.”

“So what does that mean I have to do? Just show ‘em your dick, Snails.”

Snails made to sit down, but Diamond Tiara held up her hoof, stopping him mid-sit.

“No no no,” she said. “He has to show it to us... but I want you to help him get hard.”

“What?! Come on, no way, that’s way too... what if he’s already hard?” Snips said. His own erection was still standing between his own legs, so maybe Snails would—

“Nah, I’m still soft,” Snails said.

“Shut up, Snails!” Snips gave a reproachful glare that was far too late, given what had already been said. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon shared a giggle.

“Come on, Snips. It’s not that bad. Silver Spoon and I have touched each other down there plenty of times.”

“Yeah, but you’re… you’re girls.”

“So?”

Snips shifted his eyes to the side and scrunched up his mouth. “So, it’s not… gay. You’re also not cousins.”

“Yeah, alright, whatever.” The look of barely contained laughter on Diamond Tiara’s face faded into a more normal stare, and she raised an eyebrow in Snips's direction. “Look,” she said. “I’ll be honest. I’m really horny right now, and if Snails is as well-hung as I’ve heard, I wanna be on top of him five minutes ago. Can you just get him hard so we can fuck?”

Snips's mouth fell open.

Beside him, Snails raised an eyebrow. “You wanna do it with me?” he asked, pointing a hoof at himself.

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes and looked away for a second.

“I mean… sure, I guess. Just… look, stop asking questions and just do it already. Snips, hurry up.”

“Geez…” Snips rubbed the back of his head with a hoof. He seemed to take several seconds quelling whatever part of him was yelling loudest, and after a short while walked towards Snails, who turned to meet him. Snails was smiling broadly as Snips stepped closer.

“Don’t worry about it,” Snails said in what he must have imagined was a hushed voice. “It’ll just be like that time at camp when—”

“Snails! Shut up!” Snips batted at Snails's chest, which prompted a set of confused blinks. The two fillies shared a stifled giggle again.

After the moment of awkward reprimand had settled, Snails finally took the cue to get things on with, and stood up on his hind legs.

Even soft, there was no doubting the rumours that had gone around: Snails was hung. The full length of his member dangled, limp, between his legs, with a flare at the head that made the whole thing look something like the trunk of a baby elephant. It must have been at least a little hard, because there was a certain definition to it—and, as all three ponies watching stared, they saw it twitch just a little bit.

Snails's blushed for the first time anypony had noticed during the meeting, accompanied by a smile.

Diamond Tiara pulled her tongue back into her mouth as Snips stepped reluctantly closer to Snails's hanging member. “Wow,” she said.

“Wow,” Silver Spoon echoed.

“I don’t remember you being this big…” Snips whispered the words under his breath as he made his way to Snails's side. If Snails heard, he didn’t respond. He watched Snips as he raised his hooves, shaking, and brought them closer, between Snails's legs. Right to the middle of the shaft. There was a shiver in the air as they grew closer.

Even before he’d touched it, Snips saw Snails's member twitch at the proximity of his touch.

Touching his cousin’s dick was gay, unquestionably… but seeing that it made him excited was something that didn’t feel entirely wrong. And, sure enough, Snips could feel himself twitch as well.

But, he was just doing it to get with a girl, he reminded himself.

Snails's shaft began to grow the second Snips touched it. Snips bit down on his lip to keep his mouth from letting out any sound that might cast him in an unfavourably homoerotic light.

“Stroke it,” Diamond Tiara said. Her voice sounded far away, like it was coming into Snips's ears through a suffuse fog lingering in the air.

Well, he’d gone this far. May as well just get it over with.

Planting his other hoof opposite his first, Snips's took his cousin’s dick between his hooves and began to rub, the same way he rubbed his own when he was at home—though, of course, he had a lot less length to work with then.

“Ohh.” The moan belonged to Snails, unmistakably. Something in the back of Snips's brain wanted to chide his cousin for enjoying what was supposed to be only a necessary touch, but he kept his mouth shut for fear that he’d join the moan with one of his own. Dammit. This wasn’t supposed to feel good.

Snails's dick went from half-hard to standing almost straight up as Snips stroked it. And, as he stared, a small drip of something clear leaked out of the head of Snails's prick and dribbled down the side—all the way down the leviathan-esque shaft, to where Snips's hooves were rubbing. Slick. Snips rubbed a bit faster.

A girl’s voice let out a muffled mnh to Snips's side, but he ignored it. Just get him hard, then girl stuff. Don’t think about how big and hard he feels underneath your hooves, or the way his face is flushed and flinching every time your hooves go near the head. Don’t think about that new drop of pre that came out and maybe okay just rub your hooves over it a little—

“Nnngh…” Snails twitched as Snips's hooves ran over his head, rubbing the thick, clear liquid that had leaked out into his skin like lotion before returning to ministering his shaft. Snails twitched every time Snips stroked now, and his hips began to buck gently as his dick stood at full attention under his cousin’s attention.

He was hard now. Snips knew he could stop. For some reason, his hooves kept moving.

He should see if he could stop. Snips turned his head to the audience of two for a signal.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon each had a hoof between the other’s legs. They weren’t rubbing frantically, but Snips saw they were both arching their backs ever so slightly, leaning into the touch that wasn’t their own.

Snips felt a drip of his own pre leak from his head and onto the forest floor. “I, uh…”

“Suck it.” Silver Spoon bit her lip and closed her eyes for a second, opening them with a ravenous look inside.

“What?! I’m not gonna—”

In a flash, Silver Spoon was up from the blanket. One of her hooves settled firmly on Snips's back, and her face went close to his, leaning low, her eyes burning. Snips could feel the heat of her alcohol scented breath on his mouth, and the constant, subtle sway of her body as the tingle between her legs prompted her.

“Suck it,” she said again. “Please?”

Snips swallowed loudly. If Snails had any objection to a mouth replacing hooves, he didn’t voice it.

It was a girl telling him to do it. It was a girl who was hot and bothered and was gonna fuck him afterwards, so surely it must be okay, right?

It’d be just like that time at camp when they had…

Snips shook his head and removed his hooves from Snails's prick. He closed his eyes and lowered his head before he had a chance to talk himself out of it.

The taste of pre on his lips was salty, but not entirely unpleasant. He pushed passed it and parted his lips, taking Snails's bulbous head inside his mouth.

The moment it touched his tongue, he remembered why he’d thought this was a good idea last time too. His own hips moved to match Snails, who bucked to push his member further inside. But not too far, because there was no way Snips could take that much.

“Ohhh.” Silver Spoon’s hoof was still on Snips's back, and she moaned so sharply it sounded like she was hurt. She rubbed gently over Snips's back as he began to pull his head back, then went in for a second taste of Snails's giant dick. Her other hoof was free, and she put it between her legs and rubbed, shivering with Snips underneath her for support. “Oh gosh,” she whispered again, desperately. “Suck… suck it. Suck your cousin’s dick, ohh...”

Snips was painfully hard. He could feel a stream of pre leaking from his head steadily now, and he had never wanted someone to touch him more badly. He’d always wanted someone to touch him, but there was never any chance of it being real more than now.

“Diamond!”

Silver Spoon’s voice was louder than it ever was, loud enough to shake the leaves of a nearby tree, and to draw Diamond Tiara out of her revelry. She lifted her eyes from the nervous fellatio in front of her and saw Silver Spoon staring at her with desperate daggers in her eyes.

“Here. Touch me.”

While normally she would have objected to being bossed around in any capacity, Diamond Tiara nodded. She stood up unsteadily, now shaken by both booze and arousal, and walked to Silver Spoon’s side. She stood for a second as Silver Spoon removed her hoof from Snips's back, and her other from between her legs.

Silver Spoon shook her head for a second, as though she was trying to clear away the too-thick haze of want that had clouded inside it. After a deep breath, she lowered herself to the floor. Right underneath Snips. She could see his dick standing up straight, glistening and wet at the head.

“Ohh,” she murmured under her breath. She shook her head again. “Eat my pussy, DT.” She gestured with a hoof to between her legs.

Diamond Tiara nodded and moved quickly to the ground. She shared a single look with Diamond Tiara before she lowered her head, and something in her eyes looked different. They glimmered, like she was frightened, almost—but she didn’t seem upset. The way her body shivered and her mouth turned up at the edges into a soft frown said she was eager—maybe just discovering something about herself. That, despite all her commanding airs and bossiness, there was a part of her that liked not being in charge for once.

Like a good little filly under direction, Diamond Tiara went straight for her friends’ clit. She nipped at it lightly with her teeth, the way she knew Silver Spoon liked.

Silver Spoon let out another ohhh and closed her eyes, opening them every few seconds to sneak peeks at Snips's obscenely leaking cock, and at his ongoing attentions to Snails's equally turgid dick.

Snips was vaguely aware there was something happening underneath him, and he could hear the panting and moaning Silver Spoon was doing, which made him even harder. It also spurred on his own effort, turning his soft, complacent slurps at Snails's cock to eager, hungry gulps, running his tongue over the head and drinking in mouthful after mouthful of vague, salty taste. Snails made no effort to hide his enjoyment, though the size of his member meant Snips had to keep himself from gagging every time his cousin bucked his hips forward to meet the mouth he was inside.

When he remembered, Snips opened his eyes and stared intently out of his periphery at the girl-on-girl scene unfolding only a foot away. He’d never been more turned on in his life. It felt like he was ready to shoot without even being touched.

It felt like Snails was closer too. His thrusts were becoming more eager, more erratic, and even though he wasn’t touching them, Snips could tell by transitive intuition that Snails's balls were beginning to tighten. He could tell that familiar shiver from anything.

“Enough. Stop. Right now.” Diamond Tiara wiped her mouth off with her foreleg. Underneath her, Silver Spoon was still thrashing, panting and moaning and looking, for all intents and purposes, like an unsatisfied mare in heat. “Snips, I said stop!”

Something in the back of Snips's head spoke up—you’re not supposed to be enjoying this, remember—and he pulled his mouth off Snails's dick with the same attempt at disgust he’d managed during the kiss. “Ugh… right, sorry. Just… gross.”

“We need to fuck. Now.” Diamond Tiara’s eyes were locked on Snails's dick, which was standing up obscenely from between his legs. In any other capacity, it could have been a deadly, steel-hard weapon. Instead, it was something Diamond Tiara wanted to impale herself on until she was too weak to hold herself up anymore.

Snails, for the first time, seemed to protest. “But I—”

“No buts.” Diamond Tiara jumped to her feet and was next to Snails in an instant. She guided him back to all fours, and then to the picnic blanket still laid haphazardly over a spot of grass. Before he even had a chance to catch his footing, Diamond Tiara shoved him onto the blanket, then pushed him onto his back, making his dick stand straight up like a thick, veiny flagpole.

“Fuck yes,” she whispered under her breath.