Warning: This chapter contains Male/Male/Female sexual content, cunnilingus, analilingus, fellatio, anal sex, pegging and a surprise ending. Those who do not like this kind of thing, please feel free to mark this chapter as already read. A new chapter will be written soon. There will be a lot of stallion on stallion action as well as mare on stallion action. If you feel as if your sexuality is being questioned by reading this chapter, then this chapter is not for you. Those who just don't give a high-flying fuck, feel free to read on past this little warning. Remember: ignorance is bliss and knowledge is painful. You can even ask Rarity.

"OH CELESTIA! WHYYYYY!!!"

As I said, ignorance is bliss. So if you have a disdain for anything that involves a stallion having sex with a stallion, then please feel free to leave it at this break. Reader's discretion is well-advised.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

"Wait a minute. Can't we talk about this?"

"Oh it won't be as bad as you think, dearie. Now open wide."

"Take it like a mare, Custard!"

Custard looked at Pearl, who donned a large device strapped to her pelvic region. As his eyes trailed downward, he took notice of a phallus the size of the stallion who thrusted into him. Each and every inch looked as intimidating as the real thing with the only difference being the ridges that covered the rubbery length. Pearl smiled as she ignited her horn, stroking the faux organ as she prepared herself to be devoured by the intimidated stallion who could only pant in a mix of pleasure and fear.

"I know what you're thinking." Pearl began. "The first thing on your mind is this: what is this monster I'm holding onto?"

"Actually, I kinda have an idea on what it is." Custard replied as Pearl giggled while she proceeded to close the distance between her and the panting stallion.

"Well yes... and no." She added as she stood mere inches away from the maw of her make-shift cock slave. "This is an exact copy of Magnus' male bits, down to the last vein. The only difference is that it can only attempt to make up for his tip flaring up as he gets close. The ridges are good for getting me close, but when it comes to getting me off the way I like, it just doesn't get the job done quite well enough." Her magic aura dissipates into thin air as the rubber doll falls short of his lower lip. "Now worship this cock."

"Yes, ma-"

"Call me ma'am, and I will see to it that you will never get off." Pearl chided. "Call me... mommy."

"Yes mommy." Custard whimpered.

"Good boy. Now, I have something else that will keep you in check." The pink mare snided as her horn glowed once more. Her light managed to grab something from the shoe box that concealed the device she had strapped and dangling below her dominant form. A dark brown riding crop levitated out of the box and quickly managed to find it's way to it's summoner. As the mistress was reunited with her instrument of instruction, Custard rushed himself backwards in an attempt to back away from the eager mare who wore a sinister smile on her face. His attempt at freedom, however, was thwarted as Magnus gave one solid thrust forward, hitting the prostate of the retreating stallion below him. His eyes grew wide as he managed to reach that spot that he desired to feel after all these years. Abandoning what was left of his sanity, he gave in to his bliss. Leaving his dignity to wither in the barren wastelands of debauchery, he leapt from Magnus' grasp as he slithered and groveled on the wooden floor of the bedroom. He crawled without a care of how he looked as he placed his muzzle on the fake phallus below the heavily breathing mare.

Pearl could not understand what she was seeing at that very moment. A large, strong stallion crawling to her nether region as he pleas for her approval, praising her and her husband for the performance that they provide. Magnus slowly trotted to the worming stallion as he whimpered and coiled himself onto Pearl's instrument of pleasure. Turning his head sideways as his eyes shined brightly, Custard eagerly opens his muzzle, the saliva still clinging to the roof of his mouth as his tongue becomes the first thing that greets her. He tastes the wood of the floor below him due to the current position he has placed himself in as well as the cherry latex lubricant that coats the surface of the rubber strap-on. He clasped the surface with his right forehoof as he drug his tongue to the back of Pearl's falsified stallionhood.

Pearl tried everything she could not to take off her strap and clop herself silly, but she knew that it had became increasingly difficult as Custard panted and moaned as he swore his fealty to his false idol. Magnus resisted his urge to jerk himself just so he could blow his load onto the ass of the 'monk' who continued to chant incoherent babble. Much of what the receiver was saying could not even be translated by any normal pony, but a few words were made out as he slobbered and drooled on the cock of his wife. Words within the gibberish such as 'slut', 'whore', 'cock sock', 'jizz' and 'face' surfaced along with numerous variants of the word 'fuck'. Custard was too far gone to care about what he looked like in the eyes of his hosts. He knew of only one thing; that he would do anything to please his hosts, regardless of gender. Custard began to think to himself.

"I should be ashamed of this. I am a father to a growing daughter and yet here I am. A cock-hungry slut interrupting somepony else's marriage. I am a stallion, and yet I can't stop myself from wanting to ride a hard slab of meat. It's only for just this time, just this once. I want to suck her as I get reamed deep in my ass from behind. Is that too much to ask??? NO! I've been alone for so long without any romance or any means of getting off. I deserve this... this... Mommy, please fuck me like I've always wanted." Removing himself from the tip of the strap-on, he looks upwards to plead to his mistress. "Mmmmmhmmm-*pop*-aah. Can I... Can I please suck your dick mommy? It looks so yummy!"

"Taking this role-playing thing seriously, isn't he" Pearl thought to herself while she holds a hoof to his cheek. "My poor baby. Have you missed the feelings of pleasure?"

"Haa- yes. So much, momma."

"Ooh! I like that one! Momma." "Then tell you what, prove to me that you've been a good boy and I'll let you suck me and lick me. But not at the moment, dearie. Dinner's almost ready."

"Aww!" Custard stallionhood throbbed mercilessly as his mind ran at a million miles an hour, trying to find a way to please somepony so he can finally get himself off for the first time in a long time. He looked for various methods to prove to his hosts that he can be a good guest, that is until he saw that Magnus was slowly rubbing his hoof against the large mass of flesh that flicked up and back down with each tease of his own touch. The needy stallion looked to his sexually frustrated host, thinking of ways he could serve him. He imagined that he could take the large mass inside of his throat. He wanted to prove to himself on how much he can take and how deep he could take it. His mouth watered at the very thought of the taste of his skin. He knew EXACTLY what he wanted. "Daddy, can I suck you too?"

Pearl saw through his little ploy to override her decision. And just as quickly as she saw it, she levitated the crop to the stallions pinkened plot, giving it a quick swipe at the curvature between his haunches and the cheeks of his flank. "NO! BAD!" She scolded Custard as she swatted him once more to emphasize her point. "You can only suck mommy."

And as a foal, he pleaded with his angry mother to not punish him. "I'm so sorry momma!"

Custard backed away in fear when suddenly he felt the absence of the ground that stood below him. "So you think you can ask me something and then ask him after you get an answer? That's not how it's going to be, not in this house!" Using her magic, she placed the colt facing away from her and raised his plot in the air.

"Please mommy! No!" He begged, not wanting to feel the sting of the crop against his hide again. But once again, his peas for mercy were denied and she continued to tease the hide of his backside with the riding crop, teasing the tan, pink and red posterior.

"Bad little colts need to be punished. Therefore, it is my duty as your mother to correct you the proper way." Pearl swung the crop without leniency against the crying colt.

With each swing, the stallion yealped like an injured dog as he was being abused. One by one, the licks mounted up until the stallion could stand no longer. By then, Pearl would grab the base of his tail to place him back into position to whip him again. After the third time he fell, Pearl pulled his tail once more but this time she would appreciate the beauty of the canvas she has wrought her expression upon, more specifically, to appreciate the beauty of the puckered ring that sat underneath the base of his tail. She even took notice on how clean he was. She observed every inch of the fleshy ring as she slowly brought her hooves to the cheeks of his flank. Soon, her mind filled with many lewd thoughts.

"My oh my! You have been keeping yourself clean for this moment. But what's this? It would seem you've missed a spot."

"I'm so sorry momma."

"It can't be helped. But I can clean it for you."

"But how are you going to do that mo-MMMMAAAAAAHHHH!" Custard was taken by surprise as Pearl's tongue dug into him, penetrating slightly, but enough to make it's presence known. Pearl knew of various methods to please a stallion and she knew a lot more on how to please a mare (being that she is one herself). But when it came to the fierce competitions she had to face when she was in college, she took in all of what she could possibly learn in the years she attended so she could keep Magnus on a proverbial leash. Much of what she desired was in Magnus and she wasn't just going to let it all go. And to that very day, she always took the time to perfect her craft. Custard was just a mere practice dummy, but that didn't mean she wouldn't offer her best.

Custards moans filled the room as she tickled his insides, causing a tingling sensation to shoot throughout his body. He knew that it was wrong but at the same time, that very thought was what made it feel more than 'just right'. Magnus could not resist the cries of his friend any longer and ran to him.

"Magnus, what are yo- AAGK GULUK!"

"Take this in as far as you can go."

Magnus held himself as he guided his stallionhood deep and forcefully into the maw of his friend. Custard, who was taken by surprise once again, accepted his challenge and rapidly bobbed back and forth. Magnus could not resist fucking his best friend in his mouth, thanks to his unusual skill level in blowing his slab of meat. In a bold attempt to prove his stamina, Custard drove the large lob of flesh as deep as he could take it into his throat. Magnus looked down briefly before he slowly threw his head back into the air, panting praises to his more-than-accomplished friend. Soon, the gag reflex kicked in and Custard tried to make his hasty retreat, but Magnus held him there as he felt the pleasure quake throughout his body. As the host continued to hold fast, Custards world started to collapse in on itself. His mind sent signals of panic and worry to the rest of his shaking form. In his eyes, he saw the stallion he was serving standing on his hind legs as the world around him tunneled into black. Magnus thrusted fiercely into the muzzle of his friend, not caring about the fact that he needed air to breathe.

However, Custard didn't care about the fact that he was choking. He didn't care that his loss of oxygen was going to cost him his life. In fact, it only made him more excited. Greedily, he arced his neck back and forth as quickly as he could. His tongue swirled around the large obstacle that continued to deprive him of his air supply. The darker his vision got, the harder he sucked. Magnus was at a loss for words as he was frozen stiff upon seeing the intense determination of his beneficiary. No matter the cost, Custard was going to get somepony off tonight. He would do so, or at least die trying. Magnus decided that it would be in the best interest of all parties if he renewed the gluttonous stallion his air. He pulled out about halfway when suddenly, Custard lunged forward trying to keep his throat tight. As a result, he did what only Pearl could ever hope to achieve; he took the entire mass of the two pounds into throat, stopping at the hilt. Custard smiled to himself as he grunted aloud, still deprived of the air needed to live.

"Nnn? N nnnm NNM nm nm mn! (See!? I took ALL of it in!)"

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, consciousness began to fade from his grasp. He could no longer keep his flank raised nor could he keep his head suspended in order to fellate his endearing host. With a large thud he fell to the ground, releasing the captive Magnus and relieving Pearl of her clean-up duty. Soon the world around him took to the darkness that once engulfed everything within it's reach, everything except the center of his attention. With one final sigh, he took to the dreams of seeing his beloved wife once more.

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*SPLASH*

"Bluukuk kugakuuh. Ahhhgh *gasp* Where... Am I?"

"I'm not gonna let our new toy break just like that. So get up here, NOW!"

He awoke in a state of confusion as he tried to identify the shadow like forms that towered over his body. As he laid on the floor, he tried to piece together the details on how he managed to get into this position. To his left was the two forms that stood above him as well as the ceiling. To the right was the floor. Upon revealing a variety of faint details, he ultimately concluded that he passed out as he was blowing his best friend. Despite the fact that he remembered what he was doing, he could not trace out the intricate details prior to his collapse as he continued to slob on his best friend's knob like corn on a cob. Being unconscious makes one lose their sense of time and Custard was not exempt from that fact. As a result, he soon realized what his next question would be.

"How long have I been passed out?"

"Three minutes, tops." A masculine voice who was identified to be of Magnus' possession answered.

"Was there a better way of waking me up?" He asked as he laid in the puddle on the floor below him, soaking wet and clueless on what else they did during those three minutes. A feminine voice that he immediately identified as Pearl's answered him.

"Well, we wanted to be really naughty and do all sorts of nasty things to you as you slept. I wanted you to wake up as we continued to fuck you and each other and eventually-"

"Well why the hell didn't you go with that plan!?" Custard interrupted as his arousal rekindled itself into the inferno it was before he passed out.

"Because of that." Pearl answered as she pointed to the rising rod of meat that took to it's peak appearance.

As his visuals refocused the faces of the two, his mind was set out to finish what was started. And what was started was the fact that Magnus was humping him silly. He immediately tackled Magnus to the ground, panting with anticipation. Magnus looked up to his eager friend and then looked to the large rod that pointed directly for him. Custard smiled coyly as the two lengths laid against one another.

"I'm still longer than you."

"Length is good and all, but what can you do with a footlong frank in a hallway?"

"Still insist on being cheeky, I see?"

"Seeing that I'll be in between yours."

As Custard raised himself to place Magnus into position, he grinned as he offered his rebuttal. "I'll let you take that one."

He slowly descends on the proud-standing erection of Magnus as he moans softly. He stops a little further than the halfway point before he rises once again. Pearl stands above her husband as she adjusts the strap to reveal her dripping marehood to the open air. She takes a hoof to herself as he slowly rubs the top of her nectar-laced lips, sliding slowly until she reaches the bottom. With each moment Custard rises, Pearl rises with him. With each moment he falls, she sinks her hoof deeper into her eager lips. She's desperately clamoring for his attention as she notices the motion of the whirling hunk of meat as it jolts freely in the air. She promised to Magnus that she would practice self-control, but at the moment, she was not having it.

"Her hoof speeds up, mismatching the tempo of the rising and falling action of her riding partner. Magnus saw that she was losing control of herself and decided that the best course of action was to be the one to constrain her pleasure. His hooves shoot upward for his wife, pulling her in as she falls in response. Magnus face was no longer visible as he laid underneath his wife. His tongue became the only feature that made it's visual presence known. Swirling his tongue into her neathers, he pressed himself into his rider. Pearl cringed in pleasure but she still saw the freely moving Custard as he rose and fell on top of Magnus. She did everything she could to stop herself from sucking him like a mad mare until his swaying cock accidentally found it's way to her nose, booping her as she looked at it with bulged eyes.

She couldn't take it anymore. As the lopping junior made it's way into the air on an upstroke, Pearl denied it's freedom for the first time of the session by casting her aura around him and placing him into the jaws of the enraptured mare. Taking a free hoof to his cock, she wrung it gently as she bobbed back and forth, ensuring that every inch was accounted for. The feeling of simultaneously diving on a rock hard cock and a mouth tending to his own stiffness was enough to send him over the edge, but he did not want that. Not yet.

"Wait!" Custard exclaimed, not wanting to cum just yet. As he rose from his saddle, Pearl relinquished him from the depths of her slimy embrace. He rose until he managed to reach the tip of his best friend. He would attempt to readjust to himself until one of his hind legs slips on the sweat that dripped on the floor. Not long after, Custard fell back on top of Magnus, taking him to the root and rocking his prostate all at the same time. Shockwaves of pain shot across Magnus from the fall, but it was the exact opposite for Custard who sat frozen in time as he felt the orgasm of a lifetime. His moans became that of a mare as the pleasure activated a self-destruct on the floodgates, pumping his arousal to a peak. His stiffened cock shot straight into the air as his tip flared wide. The blood continue to pump throughout his erection but soon found that something else would pump from within.

Three throbs later, a fountain of white fluids shot to the ceiling above, some even hitting him in the face. With a loud scream, he drove himself into a state of psychosis, pumping himself up and down forcefully as he tried to milk his prostate of every fluid ounce of protein it had left. It took a full 45 seconds before he would subside his relentless assault on the pelvis of Magnus. He, on the other hand, was on a bridge between pain and pleasure. His pelvic region was in pain from the fall but he was just as guilty as he contributed his own thrusts to his friends climax in an attempt to seek his own. Pearl saw that her husband was unfinished, just as she was. She levitated the panting Custard out of the way and leaped to her husbands rescue. Pearl sinks herself onto her husband's cock as she makes an attempt to save her husband from ruin.

With her marehood now filled, she starts herself at a moderate pace in anxiety of getting herself off. Custard, who comes to, takes notice of Pearl's toy, swinging in either direction. His eyes follows it's trajectory without missing a single beat. Weak from his recent ride, he crawls over to her in hopes of being able to take another ride. Pearl rose and fell at an even faster pace, her pussy emptying and refilling itself in rapid succession. The fact that she was interrupted earlier caused her to become sexually frustrated, not to mention that Magnus has been edging her all evening. Pressure inside of her built up once again. Her orgasm approached slowly and she wanted to get off as soon as she could, but she could only get there if she was rubbing herself. Clearly, this would not be the case, thanks to the strap-on she was not using. She knew that this toy was of no contribution unless somepony was riding on it and she knew that Custard had already had his share of pleasure. So she opted to take it off, that is until...

"Momma, I wanna ride it."

A voice mumbled out to her in earnest hopes of being attended to. She looked down to see that a flushed Custard was located in between her haunches. Wanting to ride himself silly once again, he nuzzled the toy that in-turn applied enough pressure on her clit for her to be teased towards the pleasure she persistently sought. She stopped herself to readjust to a position that she could grow accustomed to being able to thrust as well as receive. Crouching over her husband and placing the strap-on inside of Custard, the three continued their synchronized movements. Custard screamed with jubilee of having been awarded the task of being an accessory to Pearl's orgasm. Pearl was more than happy of giving out to Custard but she was even more excited of the fact that she was rapidly approaching her long-desired orgasm. Magnus was just happy to fuck somepony. His desires were more simplistic, more licentious than the average pony. He wanted to cum, but he would often hold out as long as he could each time.

All three felt an inevitable climax coming upon them. Custard gave way first, screaming out thank-yous and praises to his hosts as he unleashed himself across the bedroom floor, reaching as far across as the other side of the room. Pearl soon followed, hopping off her husband to finish herself off. She rapidly circled her hoof across her aching lips until a powerful torrent of juices jettisoned from within her, causing her to twitch wildly. Magnus, however was the only one that didn't cum as the others did, so he was left to jerking himself with his magic. He thrusted himself into his green aura in desperation, but soon found assistance in the forms of two mouths.

Custard tended to the left side, working his way up the pulsating shaft to the tip. Pearl directed herself to the right side, guiding herself downward as her tongue followed every vein until she met with the scrotum. She caressed every ridge of him, working each individual testicle carefully as she engorged them, savoring the sweat and taste of the flesh of them. Custard licked the tip once again before he kissed it, causing a violent twitch to occur. He dove down upon it, swallowing much of it's length, slurping much of the excess. He can still taste Pearl's essence as well as the flesh that it was adorned upon. Soon the two met halfway once again, only this time to meet their tongues. The meeting soon turned passionate as the dominant mare and the submissive stallion lips crashed against each other, warring for the no-mare's land. The sight of the femcolt and the tomboy made Magnus lose all control and he gave a mighty thrust. After a single twitch, ropes of cum landed on the faces of the two partners in crime. As he finished, Custard and Pearl licked him clean as they toyed with each other.

The room was an absolute mess. The sheets were in disarray, the curtains were banged-up, the lamp was knocked over to the floor and the floor itself was covered in a mix of water, sweat, saliva, vaginal secretions and semen. If there was an addition of blood, it would look like a crime scene. The three ponies remained laid out across the floor, panting intensely as they had the sex of a lifetime.

"I can't believe we did this again." Pearl stated.

"Did what again?" Custard asked, confused as to what she was referring to.

"The angry sex that then turned into a threesome." Magnus replied, still remembering what all has transpired.

"So, this isn't the first time this has happened?" Custard asked turning to Magnus.

"Nope."

"Kay... Explain???"

"Pearl and I got into it about something stupid. And needless to say that it was all forgotten after we had our fun, with a guest of course."

"I know that a gentleman isn't the one to kiss and tell, but I have to know, who was the third wheel?"

"Oh you didn't know, dearie? It was Red Velvet."

Custard's eyes shot open as he wrung his neck to Pearl in disbelief of the answer he just received. "M-My... MY LATE WIFE!?"

Author's Note

FUK DA POPO!!! I'M BACK BITCHEZ!!! LOLOLOLOL

*Ahem* Sorry about that. If you haven't been keeping up, I've been out of commission due to my CPU fan acting up. And by the visual evidence of the appearance of this chapter, you can conclude that I'm back once again (for now). Hope you liked the chapter.

PS: I watched SOOO much porn in order to write this chapter.