"Welcome to my humble abode; my bedroom. Make yourself at home."

Rarity walked into the room full of posters and plushies. The radio on the nightstand played it's music softly as the teen mare makes her way to the large bed in the center of the room. The room was adorned with white lace and pink accents. Her bed top was decorated with beige sheets and was littered with plushies of different sizes, colors and types. One plushie was a large red heart with lace trim with the words 'I love you' etched into the front. Large teddy bears were made into makeshift pillows as the smaller ones were positioned at the foot of her bed. The medium sized plushies were the ones that lined along the bedside.

Pictures and posters littered the walls, barely leaving an ounce of room for the colors of the walls to show. Many of the posters consisted of singers, artists, musicians, models, athletes and celebrities. Many of the pictures were decent in terms of being appropriate for young fillies. There were even some that were a little more risqué than the others as they showed many of the male figures dressed in tight shorts and in various poses. As Rarity approached the far end of the room where Cup's mirror was located, Cup turned the little filly's attention to the other posters that were on the wall. Her main reason was that she had a secret stash of posters that contained questionable imagery that showed many of the stallions 'love parts' in tight clothing and in even more lewd positions. Cup sighed as she managed to turn her attention away from the vanity mirror and the safe that was hidden within the wall behind it.

Shortly after she managed to get her young visitor settled, Cup decided that it would be best to get to know her god-sister a little better. During the many other times that they've met up, she would often look after her alongside her mom Red Velvet. Every now-and-then, Rarity was often sent to them whenever their parents had a vacation to go to, a date they wanted to go on, or most commonly, when the estrus season started up. During those seasons, her dad would often be vacationing to the South, leaving her and her mother behind to deal with the season. Luckily, her mother was well taken care of in the off season so the estrus season had little to no effect on her. However, Cup knew that she would not be as collected as her mother in the season. She even went so far as to locking her father in a closet and starving him until he would cave and give in to her demands. It was a stroke of fortune that this only lasted for half a day due to her mother coming home early from work. Since then, he would take a vacation every estrus season to prevent himself from being assaulted by his own daughter.

Her visits would often be brief and her time with the young filly would be rather short due to her busy school schedule. Cup was involved in her school in numerous ways. She was a dance girl for the marching band in the fall, a basketball player in the winter season, and a softball player in the spring. She would often take the time to keep herself busy during spring break, solely due to the fact that spring break was also known as the god-forsaken 'Week of the Alabaster River' (known for the trails of white that would stream down a mare's legs and often behind as they walked) or in common tongue, the estrus season. She would try to be involved in her god-sibling's life during those times, but she found that it was rather difficult to do when she would spend most of those days either baking or masturbating. But aside from that, she was too caught up with her school life for her to even say hello. That would change today.

"Sooooo... Your dad is a professional athlete, huh?" Cup began, not knowing where to start as she took her books and notes from the nightstand.

"...indeed." Rarity answered uncomfortably. Cup took a mental not as to not ask her about her father or her mother at this point. She would also give herself a mental facehoof for asking such a stupid question. Taking a deep breath, Cup Cake decided to try again.

"Well... You like this?" She asked holding up a magazine.

"...can we not... talk about my father right now?" The young filly asked pointing to the magazine cover. Pearl turned it around to find that it was this month's copy of Equestria Sports Weekly that also happened to have her dad on the front page. She blushed a little as she realized that her father had on a tuxedo top with spandex shorts. She took another mental note saying that she should save that magazine for visual purposes on a later date. She would also facehoof herself, not in her mind, but for real this time. Taking another shot, she thought that it was now or never.

"Sorry about that. But are you interested in anything like this instead?" She asked holding up another magazine, making sure that the cover wasn't anything parental or sports related.

"..! My word! This is the latest issue of Behind the Curtain, the premiere fashion magazine of all of Equestria!" Rarity shouted at the top of her lungs as she reached for the magazine in Cup's hoof. "How did you get this?"

"My father does a bit of catering for them and he managed to work out a deal so I could get these beauties every month on the month."

"But they said this issue was to be delayed for a full two weeks."

"Yup. But my dad caters for the company so he's pretty much bringing me these at little to no cost to him."

The small filly stared wide-eyed at the magazine as it seemingly glowed with a heavenly aura, accompanied by an angelic chorus that sang as it descended from the heavens above. Rarity's mind became centered upon one thing and one thing only; getting that magazine. It wouldn't take her long to ask about it, however. "May I... see it? Please?"

Rarity eyes became the size of dinner plates as she pleaded with her god-sister to surrender the magazine to her. She intensified her cute demeanor by puckering out her lips as she imitated the whimpering of a puppy dog. Cup looked on to the whimpering filly as she pleaded with longing eyes, unable to endure the blitz of cuteness any longer. She waved her hoof in an attempt to get her to stop the heart-attack inducing look. "Okay, okay. You can look at the magazine. Just please stop with the puppy-dog eyes. It's too much for me."

With a loud squee, Rarity ignited her horn and her magical glow engulfed the magazine as she settled it in front of her. She looked in awe at the individual on the front page. It was a grey, earth pony stallion with a silver and white mane and tail. He donned a cutie mark of a white-and-gold hoof fan. She looked at the dialog on the front page as it read:

"He's the pony that every pony should know. This young colt is a fashion savant, learning everything from chic-and-trendy to prêt-à-porter. His name; Hoity Toity.

"Wow! He must be so amazing to be so skilled in the expertise of fashion." Rarity announces as Cup Cake looks over her shoulder.

"So, you kinda have an interest in those kinds of things, huh?"

"Do I ever? Fashion is my one true dream!" Rarity exclaims before she corrects herself. "...well not my only true dream."

"Then if you don't mind me asking, what's the other one?"

"To one day, be swept off of my hooves as my prince carries me to his castle.

"Aww. That's so cute. So who's the lucky prince?"

"A lady does not kiss and tell."

Cup jumped away from the filly's shoulder in surprise as she tried to process the weight of the her words. "WHOA THERE!!! Y-you aren't implying that you've... you've... you know?"

Rarity looked at the startled mare as she tried to explain what she meant. "That I've what? It's something that my mother says every now and then to her friends. I just thought that it would be kinda fun to say."

"Oh thank goodness. You had me for a second." Cup added as she takes a deep breath while clinching her chest.

"Why do you say that?" Rarity asked, still looking at the mare whom she addressed.

"Well I just thought that you were implying that you've managed to cross the threshold into marehood a little too early." Cup Cake replied as she thought to herself. "And not to mention before I did. That would've been so embarrassing on my end."

"So, what about you? Do you have a dream?" Rarity asked, hoping to get some information out of her.

"Well... It involves this one stallion that I just can't stop bumping into." Cup Cake's eyes wandered to the large teddy bear at the head of her bed as she pictured his face upon it.

"...Go on."

"Well just between you and me, I think I might try to snag him for the you-know-what season."

"Um. If I may ask, how do you get the attention of a stallion?"

Cup Cake sighed before she gave her answer. "To be honest, at first I thought it was solely feminine wiles. I've managed to get that to a tee, but for some odd reason he hasn't noticed me yet. I wanna say that beauty is the key, but I'm not so certain about that anymore. So in truth, I just don't know what to tell you."

"Oh... Is he older than you?"

"Actually the opposite, he's about two years younger than me. His name is Carrot. Everyone calls him a wimp and a wuss, but there's just something that I see in him that's different from what the other jocks and 'cool guys' have to offer." She stated, rolling her eyes at the thought of a self-proclaimed cool guy trying to woo her into his corner.

"Oh. Okay."

"And your guy, is he older or younger? Same age?"

"Older than me. He's sixteen."

"WHAT!" Cup screamed as she jumped into the face of the young unicorn.

"And he sooooooooo dreamy."

Cup waved her hooves back and forth as she spoke. "Flag on the play. Illegal substitution on the offense. What are you thinking? Are you trying to get the poor guy in trouble?"

Rarity, who was a little scared, backed away slightly as she gave her answer. "No, but I would like to see him again. He's so nice, cute, caring, funny, and he's even the son of the Captain of the Guard."

"HE'S WHAT!?" Cup screamed as she heard the words that came from the filly's mouth.

"And his name is Shining Armor, might I add."

"That's the guy from Canterlot that every mare in the school has been yapping on about!" Cup exclaims as she remembers the name from many of her friends' conversations.

"They... talk about him." Rarity asked with great disdain, as if she was no longer in his spotlight.

"Yeah, A LOT! They say he's so smart AND that he has a perfectly, well toned flank. He's even an aspiring cadet who's gonna end up being a guard."

The anger began to well up inside of the young unicorn. Her hooves shook slightly as she thought of another mare being with him, taking away what she thought was rightfully hers; his time. "What else do they say?"

"They say that he's an avid magic user, a pretty good tactician, and he's does cross-country. Rumors have been floating around that he's been single all throughout high school. They say it's because he hasn't found what he's looking for."

"Oh... I see." Rarity mumbled as she found courage in her heart. She knew that she wanted him, but she had a lot of competition to take down. Finding her resolve, she spoke proudly. "But you can tell those other girls that they can go find themselves another stallion because I have already claimed him as my own!"

Cup Cake deadpanned at the filly's previous statement. "Getting a little ahead of yourself there, aren't ya shorty?"

"And that he is the escort for both my mother and I to the hoofball games." Rarity added, trying to emphasize her advantage over the other mares.

"Lucky draw. If I were you, I'd keep a lid on that bit of information."

"How come?"

Cup folded her forelegs together before she gave out her advice. "Mares don't like to play nice when it comes to nice things, especially when it comes to pre-celeb boys."

"Well in that case, I won't play nice either."

Cup found amusement in the filly's optimism. "Wow, you're pretty brave."

"I'll fight for him myself."

The adolescent mare continued to egg the young filly onward. "That's the spirit! Let them know who they're dealing with."

"Even if I have to jump on top of them like daddy did to mother."

"Yeah, just like whe-wait, what?" Her mind came to a screeching halt as she processed the words that came out from Rarity's mouth.

"Daddy jumped on top of mother last night and mother was screaming." The filly added in innocently.

The world around Cup was left in suspended animation as she uttered three words. "Oh... my... gosh."

"What?"

Cup Cake knew that she had to address this immediately. She knew that it was only a matter of time before she would get her answer. And her reasoning was simple; why not sooner than later? "Umm... Rarity, why don't you have a seat over there."

"For what?"

"Girl time." Cup pointed to an open spot on the bed top filled with plushies.

"What's wrong?" Rarity asked, with growing confusion wrought across her face.

"Nothing's wrong, I just thought that I'd tell you a little story."

"Okay. So what's the story."

Cup Cake took a deep breath as she looked into the young filly's eyes. "One day there was a pretty little bird and a busy little bee..."

Custard continued to gallop down the empty streets of Ponyville as he searched for Rarity's house. He knew that this would probably be something ugly when he got there. The entire time he ran, he tried to mentally prepare himself for the possibilities of seeing something that would sadden him greatly. He perpetually whispered to himself as he ran down the cobblestone roads of the old rural town, trying to comfort himself.

"Just keep running, Custard. Don't stop running."

Every few steps he took, he chanted those words to himself as he huffed and puffed. His chest burned with his increasing distance from the bakery. The houses and buildings that he ran passed appeared as if they were placed on a conveyor belt, rolling in and out of his peripheral view. He knew that the house was located somewhere close to the outside of town. But he also knew that if he didn't hurry up, that things would get worse than they already were.

In his mind, he visualized that Magnus was beating his wife with whatever was within his reach. Another thought came to him, this time in the form of Pearl actively grabbing sharp objects and throwing them at Magnus with the intention to maim and possibly kill. He even went as far as to visualizing the condition of the defeated party. His worst fear was that one of them was still alive in the house as the other was dead in a corner, or worse. Magnus being dismembered in the kitchen sink, Pearl's body as it laid still in a pool of her own blood, Magnus eyes shot open as he remained lifeless on the bedroom floor, Pearl floating in the bathtub without a pulse, these grim thoughts continued to fill Custard's head as he tried to stave off the macabre possibility that both of them have already died due to sustained injuries.

He didn't want Rarity to come home to that. If he had to, he would clean up the mess himself and let the authorities know that there was an altercation that led to the deaths of both the super athlete and the loving mother. He had already began to calculate the funds needed to take care of another filly in the household. Thoughts of Rarity crying every night to the fact that her parents would never hold her again haunted him. He knew that it was possible that he would have to increase his business output in order for him to be able to feed two mouths, and more importantly for his daughter to find a job of her own to help pay the bills, but he knew that he would be willing to face that task.

Rarity's house came into view as Custard continued his run. He didn't wan't to stop, especially now that he was within sight of the residence. But something inside of him cried out in rebellion, causing him to slow his pace. His hooves slowed as he finally managed to reach the handle of the front door. As he reached out for it, he froze solid. Inside of this house was a possibility of there being a dead body, maybe even two. He also knew that his approach couldn't be a loud one, he couldn't just simply bust down the door and rush in recklessly because doing so would result in a possibility of him being killed as well. He nodded his head, closed his eyes and proceeded to think decisively.

"If I rush in, I could get hurt or even killed. If I do as my instinct says and leave, then I'd never have the courage of saying anything to that little filly at my shop. If I don't make a decision soon, then that would leave even less time for me to be able to do anything at all. I gotta make a call here. Go in or don't?"

"Aaauuuugh!"

*CRASH*

A scream and the sound of broken glass invaded his ears. His eyes shot open upon hearing who the voice belonged to. He realized that it was Pearl who made that scream. He sighed, thinking that there was still time for him to intervene before things could get grim. Custard was about to briefly retreat to bust the door in when he realized that Rarity didn't have a house key, meaning that the door could have been unlocked the entire time. He took his forehoof and twisted the knob, allowing him access to the inside of the home. He rushed inside soon after.

Upon entering, he saw that the living room was still intact except for the small specks of blood that trailed from the kitchen. Seeing the trail of blood, he ran to the kitchen to find that it was a total mess. Broken glass and silverware littered the floor, spots of blood began to dry up into a caramel color amidst the white tile. The kitchen table was in shambles and there were wood and splinters everywhere. His heart sank realizing that this, though not as bad as he initially thought, was still a dangerous situation.

"Eeerrrgh"

*THUD*

The voice that sounded off was that of a male. Custard deduced that it was Magnus' voice and that they were both still in respectable health. He also deduced that the blood trail wasn't leading to the kitchen, but rather from it. He ran out of the war-torn kitchen and into the living room, following the trail of blood. In the corner of his eye, he saw a letter on the table. being that the letter had nothing to do with the blood trail being on the other side of the room, he ignored it and continued onward. He quietly walked up the stairs, the struggling grunts getting louder as he carried on. He reached the top of the stairs to find a door with a light escaping from underneath. He hurried along in order to stop the senseless violence once and for all.

"Guleuk Aukl Akaa"

He immediately recognized that sound as the sound of a mare being choked to death. He had to hurry. He quietly raced down the hallway and to the master bedroom door. He quickly brought himself to it and thought that he needed to do this quickly. Pearl was dying and he had no time to think about it. He would only act as he bravely pushed the door open and bring this madness to an end. The door swung wide and he entered.

"...And that's how foals are made."

Cup Cake closes an anatomy book titled The Biology Within. As the book closed, Rarity's mouth remained open. She is left in unbelief and more noticeably, shock. The things that were explained to her, in gruesome, realistic and horrifying detail sank into her young, once innocent mind. She then realized what her parents were really doing. The images that once intrigued her, had now haunted her thoughts and proceeded to run amok. Each individual thought of her parents hugging each other became an image of how she was conceived. Every loving embrace that her parents shared became a depraved, perverted vision of her mother moaning like a wild beast as her father continued to perform uncouthly acts of amoral lusts, grunting as he thrusted deeply into his prey. It soon occured to her that this was the society she was going to grow into. This was the world that she would one day learn to embrace as she would cross the threshold from filly to mare. Her pupils grew to the size of pushpins and her body continuously cringed. Locked into her position, she could not find the words to properly describe her thoughts. None except three came to her lips.

"...So long, foalhood."

"Alas, for we barely knew ye." Cup cosigned.

Rarity nostrils flared as she centered her anger on the one responsible. "This was all your fault!"

Cup, who was taken aback by the sudden accusation, looked blindly at the filly and asked. "What?"

"I didn't have to know of such aberrant habits, but now... OH CELESTIA, WHY!?" Rarity cursed the knowledge that now filled her brain as Cup Cake patted her on the head gently.

"Welcome to puberty, where even the most twisted thoughts begin to get you off." She tried to comfort the crying filly. But Rarity felt as if she should not have to be comforted by the one who would induce her to have nightmares.

"Shut up!"

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Cup said jokingly.

"You didn't warn me at all!"

Cup Cake, who was laughing as Rarity made her statement, realized that she actually had a valid point. "Wait, I didn't?"

"NO!" Rarity screamed at the cyan mare.

"Erm... Oopsie daisy?" Cup could only twiddle with her forehooves as she realized her mistake. Silence reigned supreme for a brief moment until Rarity erupted.

"... OOPSIE DAISY!? You destroy my innocence, causing me to envision my parents having sex all over the house, making me realize that's how I came into the world and all that you have to say for yourself is OOPSIE DAISY!?"

"...The Aristocrats?"

"........EEEEEEWWWHEHEHEWWWW!!!!" Rarity began to sob at the situation she managed to get herself into as Cup Cake only shook her head in disbelief of the reaction that she managed to get from the underage filly.

"Sorry Rarity, but you were going to find out about this one way or another."

Warning: This section contains Male/Male/Female sexual content. Those who do not like this kind of thing, please feel free to leave the chapter here. Otherwise, enjoy the show.

"WHAT THE HELL?"

A confused Custard looks at the two, blood tattered unicorns in the bedroom as Magnus laid atop his wife with his hooves pressed against her neck. It would be a convincing look of attempted murder if it wasn't for the fact that her hind legs were wrapped around his waist, locking him in place.

"Hey, close that door. You're letting all the stank out!" Magnus screams out as he continued where he left off before he was rudely interrupted.

"But... I... The blo- What the fuck is going on here?"

"Nngh. You said it. Fuck. That's what were do-Ohh-ing. Me and my husband love a little 'I-hate-you' sex-OHMY every now-and-then. Now are you gonna watch us or leave and close the door?" Pearl asked as she is rammed balls deep by her husband.

"I think I should just go." Custard replied as he turned around to make his exit. But before he could reach the doorway, a blue glow took a hold of the doorknob and shut the door close while simultaneously locking it. He stopped dead in his tracks as the event caught him off guard. His eyes trailed the blue glow and he turned around to see who was the one responsible. Meanwhile, Pearl looked coyly as she continued to force her husband to drive deeper into her.

"Wait a minute dear." She addressed to her husband as she motioned him to remove herself from his current position. Magnus, reading his wife's expressions, telekinetically moved a chair from the side of the room to the bedside next to his wife. Sitting up and placing a hoof in between her haunches, Pearl motioned for Custard to sit in the chair adjacent to the bed. Her hoof began to move itself up and down across her hardened mound as she patted the seat that Magnus placed next to her. "Why don't you take a seat. The view is much better from here."

Custard tried to turn away from the lewd display that she was giving, but found that his body had objections to his true intentions. As he felt himself revealing what hid in his sheath, he jumped at the first opportunity to hide his shame. His hind leg raised in an attempt to conceal what was making itself known, but he found that it was far too late as the lump of flesh dangled freely in between his legs. A green aura covered the shaft and head of his hardening stallionhood. Custard jolted his head to Magnus, who's horn was glowing.

"Oh c'mon. We would really appreciate the company."

"Y-yo... YOU'RE A STALLION! You're not supposed to be doing these things." Custard screams out to Magnus as he walked slowly to Custard, his own erection bouncing as he walked. He curved his way around him, flanking him from behind. His magic continued to massage the warm length of Custard's flesh as Magnus bit down and pulled on his ear.

"And? That didn't stop us from doing what we did when we were in high school, freshmeat year to be exact." Magnus whispered as his massage continued, only this time his hoof partook on the action.

"I-I was confused." Custard stutters as his mind reels back to when they were in middle school.

Magnus and Custard knew each other since they were fillies and they would grow up together, remaining inseparable until college. Magnus enrolled at Canterlot where Custard started his own business with his then on-again-off-again marefriend Red Velvet. But when they first started high school, they one day had a contest to decide who was 'the bigger stallion'. At the time, Custard won due to his premature development. But Magnus didn't take the defeat too well and challenged Custard to a wrestling match that got out of control. He ended up pinning Custard against the bed, as their hips were suspended in the air. Clasping down on his hooves, Magnus took control and verbally teased the defeated Custard before he accidentally prodded himself into his friend. Custard and Magnus looked at each other and Magnus smiled as he continued to sexually assault his captive friend until he pushed deep into his friend.

Custard screamed as Magnus continued to slowly drive himself deeper. It wasn't until Magnus rubbed his friend's erection when Custard gave him full consent to do as he pleased. The minutes passed by and Magnus was laid across the bed as Custard bounced rapidly on top of him, his erection slapping his abdomen as he rose and fell. He panted wildly as he tried endlessly to impale himself deeper on the throbbing form of his friend below. Soon, Custard managed to fall hard enough to hit a strange area, one that caused his mind to shut down as his hips slammed downward, pulverizing his friend until thick strands of hot semen erupted from the enthusiastic rider. He continued to drive himself on Magnus until he was milked dry. And as he came from his high, Magnus reached his, effectively ending his long suffering. His tip flared as he released his seed into Custard as he panted wildly, experiencing his first ever orgasm. Thought this was something that they shared, it was something that they often hid as they both agreed to never speak or mention it again. Never again until tonight.

"But your facial expressions said otherwise." Magnus teased as he continued to bite into his friend.

"I-I... I didn't know what I was getting myself into." Custard argued as he felt the pace of the hoof rubbing against his shaft increase in speed.

"And yet you told me not to stop." He whispered as he pinned his friend to the ground like he did many years ago.

"But I'm telling you to stop now." He argues, as he feels Magnus shifting his weight to mount him.

"Be honest, do you want me to stop? After all these years of wanting me inside of you, hitting all the spots that a mare couldn't? Even when your wife was pegging you to hell?" Magnus interrogated as he straddled into position. Pearl looked on with glee as she rubbed the aching mound between her haunches, panting softly as he forced her hips onto her hoof.

Custard nearly leaped out of his hide as he looked at the stallion who started to fondle his scrotum. "B- But... How did you find that out?"

"I always told your wife that a lady doesn't kiss and tell." Pearl moaned as she continued to pleasure herself at the erotic display that was taking place in front of her. Custard shot a look at her and then looked back in worry as he say that he would not be able to resist any longer.

"Magnus-"

"My wife wants a show." Magnus prods the entrance of his friend, causing him to gasp in surprise. "And when my wife wants a show..." He prods again as he pulls his meaty rod away from the puckered entrance. "...I give it to her. Because..." He speeds up the pace of his magic and his hoof that dug in between his testes, providing a tickling, but pleasurable sensation "...I love to spoil my wife." As he whispered those final words, he deactivated his magic and removed his hoof altogether, leaving an unsatisfied and frustrated Custard below him to his complaints.

"Why did you take your hoof away? I didn't want you to st- oh Celestia, I have succumbed to his will yet again." He admitted defeat. He knew that he couldn't last. It's been years since he's obtained pleasure of any sort that didn't involve him masturbating. He didn't care that it was a stallion who was about to fuck him, he just wanted to cum.

"Magnus dearie, please fuck him like you fuck me. Treat him like the mare he is inside." Pearl begged as her hoof intensified it's long voyage to sending her to an orgasm. She lights her horn, magically pulling at her teats as she hears the desperate cries of a stallion longing to be invaded.

"Ahhhhh *gasp* Take me Magnus. Now!" He screamed as if he became a mare in the spring looking for a release. If there was ever a stallion that felt as if he was in his own estrus, it was Custard. His enthusiasm preceded him as a thin, slimy line of precum dribbles from the tip of his flaring cock as he flexed himself to hit his stomach, trying to find some sort of way to send himself over the edge. Before long, he launched himself forward as he was unprepared for the entry that Magnus made.

"Begging like the bitch you've always been, eh?" He teased as he stayed stationary inside of his friend, who managed to make his opinion known.

"Nnngah. Less talk, more stroke please. Oh heavens bless me, I haven't felt this in ages."

Pearl, who was enjoying the show, squealed as she involuntarily twisted into awkward positions. She decided to egg herself onward from the testimony of the victim, who panted with flushed cheeks as he was thrusted forward. "What haven't you felt, dearie?"

Custard was barely able to speak as he huffed his answer. "It's... it's so embarrassing."

"Tell me." Pearl demanded.

"To be full like this. To feel something warm and throbbing inside of me. Not something lifeless like a toy, but something that pulsed as I- Oh Celestia, thank you!" The baritone of Custard's voice was now raised to that of a tenor as he squealed and grunts as the stallion behind him continues to bludgeon his sanity with nothing more than a large, pulsating staff made of flesh.

"He's so cute when he grovels, isn't he dearie?" Pearl asks as she takes notice that the make-shift mare has started to force himself backwards, trying to meet the base of the shaft that entered him repeatedly. Slamming his hips into his assaulter, he screams to the top of his lungs.

"FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME UNTIL I'M BLIND! I DON'T CARE, JUST GIVE IT TO ME HARDER DAMMIT!!!

Giggling at the emotional display that his friend below him is showing, he answers his wife with an idea. "Not as cute as you do when you squeak. Now I do believe he interrupted us and now he has to be punished, right?"

With a sinister smile, Pearl sits up from her bed as she activates her horn. "And I have just the thing."

Snapping out of his lustful daze, Custard looked up at his captor as he pleaded to know what they were going on about. "What thing do you have? Magnus-"

"There's no need in asking him dearie. He doesn't know for himself." She interrupted as she removed a white shoe box from underneath the bed. Custard could only look on as he was pounded into the carpet below. His muzzle dug into the ground as he was violently backing himself onto Magnus' hot, beating flesh. He shuddered as he saw a strap-on emerge from the white box. It seemed just as large as the stallion who was rutting him.

"You're going to put that, inside of me?" He asked with fear.

"Is your dick rock hard and slapping against your belly as you're getting it from my husband?" Asked Pearl with a sarcastic tone. Not too long after, Magnus gave a powerful thrust into Custard, causing him to scream in approval as he felt that familiar spark that he felt back in high school.

"Sweet Celestia, YES!" He cried out, unintentionally giving out his answer. Pearl only smiled as she affixed it to herself.

"Then there's your answer."

~To be continued~

Author's Note

Sorry. Apologize for the M/M/F scene. ~~No I'm not.~~ Going to watch porn now. Brb.