Dove & Eagle: Without a doubt the most ridiculous name for a bar that Dark Blaze had ever seen. The dove and the eagle, such a romantic couple... until the eagle gets hungry, that is.
However, what else could a simple student afford for his stipends? Several glasses of beer in an old bar somewhere on the outskirts of the Crystal City – a city that dazzled with the offers of magnificent foods and drinks on every corner.
Dark Blaze sighed heavily as he swept a drop of sweat from his brow. He hurried to the entrance of the bar, thanking the abyss he’d made it before the usual gang of drunks covered it up.
Heavy with hard-earned bits, his purse dangled by his side. The strap rubbing his neck and the sun flickering in his blue eyes. With a small grunt, he reluctantly tried to cover himself from the annoying star. The wind swayed his long, dark blue mane back and forth, sometimes wrapping his 'blue fountain at midnight' – as his mother called it – around his shoulders.
Back in high school, Blaze had earned a nickname, one that had clung persistently to him his whole life: Sombrero. No doubt a mockery of his coat, so similarly hued to Sombra’s. His classmates always joked that he was as black as the infamous king.
"His coat was grey, not black!" Dark Blaze would often angrily bark back, but all that didn't help him from endless taunts and pranks. Not even the threat of his red aura could dispel his tormentors’ idiocy.
The huge, muscular gryphon guarding the entrance dropped an emotionless glance at Dark Blaze. “No trouble,” he grunted as he granted Dark Blaze passage through. This guy was a literal powerhouse, which Blaze always took into account when he drank; forgetting all your troubles wasn't worth creating new ones over. He’d seen the bouncer’s methods.
Not that Dark Blaze was incapable of combat: being a gifted scholar of the ways of fire magic – indicated by his fireball cutie mark – he could easily burn anything to a crisp. That was not to mention that he packed a lot of punch in his hooves, too; able to tear anything to pieces, kill the dragon, save the princess and then...
He often daydreamed about scenarios like that. As a child, still even now as a student. It's never too early or late to dream, he figured. What were his dreams, anyway? A good job, loads of money? No, not really.
He dreamed of having a marefriend. Between living in a hostel, having to put up with endless amounts of homework and the cantina’s horrendous quality of “food”, he dreamed of a mare.
Every pony nineteen years of age who hadn't been laid by that time would understand his situation. By the time you turn eighteen, you either have a marefriend already, or live your life being just a friend, far too shy to approach a mare and ask her out.
Dark Blaze was the second kind. He wasn't an ugly pony, indeed far from it – he had a young stallion’s body, coupled with a sharp wit that enabled him to crack jokes as well as any professional comedian. Despite this, he lacked the courage to simply approach a mare and say "Hello."
* * * * *
The bar’s stuffy air reeked of alcohol and sweat. Most of the tables were already taken, occupied by companies of young stallions and mares with their orders of whiskey and martinis. Dark Blaze took a deep breath, immediately regretting it as he started coughing. Ponies seriously need gas masks in here, he thought.
He found himself a nice table and collapsed on the chair, finally giving his exhausted body a rest. After a whole week of exams, tests and shouting teachers, he was ready for some relaxation.
"Ahem, excuse me!?" he exclaimed, drawing the attention of a pretty mare with a flowing blue mane and brown coat. She approached him with a friendly smile.
"Hello, welcome to D&E. Can I get your order?" she asked, continuing to smile.
Dark Blaze smiled in return. “Yeah, two pints of Fat Stallion, thanks.” The full-bodied beverage was always more than enough to charge him up for the weekend.
"Two minutes, please," the waitress replied, and turned around to make her way to the bar-stand. Dark Blaze glanced over her, his eyes instantly locked onto her ass.
Ever since Dark Blaze moved to the Crystal Empire, he found himself unable to walk down the street without staring at a well-rounded, soft butt. Either crystal ponies had some sort of diet that made them naturally fit, or something else. Whatever it was, their mares all looked amazing! Even the waitress working in this Celestia-forsaken bar looked like a sex-bomb to him. The way her hips swayed back and forth, the seductive roundness of her ass enhanced by the dim lighting of the bar... Was it any wonder that Dark Blaze felt lonely?
"Holy sh..shoockles." He caught himself, still staring at the waitress' plot. Too bad he couldn't just approach this cutie, invite her over to his little room and make her deafen his neighbors.
Dark Blaze closed his eyes and tried to think of something else. It hurt that he was bound only to dream of sexy mares, never claiming any. Curse his damned shyness!
"Think of something else, Blaze... think of something else," he repeated to himself. Finally, the waitress brought his beer, its faint hissing lulling Blaze into relaxation. He closed his eyes and took a few sips. When he opened his eyes, a highly unusual and unexpected sight awaited him.
An unicorn mare sat at his table, right next to him. A bright blush darkened her cheeks when she smiled at him, slowly stroked her long, curly amber mane. Dark Blaze opened his mouth in amazement.
Why would a mare like her sit down here? Or even be in this pub at all?
As the mare continued to caress her mane, Blaze realised it was not her only attractive feature. She possessed a slick figure – if a bit pudgy – but her meaty sides added nicely to her overall look, giving her the impression of a kind and soft girl.
Her pale lavender coat shimmered in the dim light of the bar, giving away her origin – surely a native crystal pony. She noticed Blaze’s stare and hid her stylish, polished hooves under the table.
"Oh, hello. Sorry if we startled you," she said in a calm, soft voice. "We just couldn't find a place to sit. Is it okay if my friend and I sit here?"
Blaze looked a little bit to the right, observing this pony's supposed friend – a pegasus mare of white coat and a sleek, sky-blue mane. She was quite different from the crystal mare; slender, with not a hint of excess weight anywhere. The pegasus regarded Blaze with predatory, half-lidded eyes, showing off her white teeth.
"Hey, good-looking! Are you asleep?" the pegasus asked, finally snapping Blaze out of his trance.
"Oh, yes of course you can sit here. I don't mind at all," he said.
The unicorn smiled. "Thank you," she said quietly. "We should probably get acquainted. My name is Krystal, nice to meet you."
Blaze looked over at Krystal again. Too bad he could only see the upper half of her body – she seemed like a very beautiful girl. Although, her pegasus friend looked like a darn model.
"My name is Dark Blaze... Or just Blaze, for short. Nice to meet you," he replied. The pegasus giggled slightly.
"That's a nice name. I'll call you Blazey, if you don't mind," she said. "Hey, could anypony come and take this mare's order?"
The waitress approached again, wearing the same light smile as before. Blaze sneered at the idea that he would have a chance of witnessing that gorgeous ass once again... though, should he? Maybe his new friends would notice that?
"A bottle of your finest wine for me, my pretty Krystal and our new friend," the pegasus said, tossing several coins right into the waitress's hair. "And hurry up, cheeky. I don't like waiting."
The waitress seemed mildly annoyed at such treatment, but remained silent as she returned to the bar-stand. Again, Blaze focused entirely on those two bubbles of flesh, bouncing up and down, left and right. He felt an incredible urge to just rush up and lick the hell out of those butt-cheeks.
"Nice ass, ain't it, Blazey?" Upon hearing the pegasus’ voice, he immediately tore his eyes from the waitress' bouncy plot and looked at her, blushing brightly. He knew it; he guessed somepony would notice.
"Ehm, I didn't... I mean I wasn't... I was looking somewhere else," he replied. The pegasus gave a sly grin at his feeble attempts to worm himself out of trouble.
"I see. Her legs are nice as well,” the mare noted, “they synergize quite well with an ass like that. Although, I'd say she needs a good workout on those sides. Nothing a fitness centre or routine morning jogs wouldn’t fix.”
"Please don't make our friend uncomfortable." Krystal's soft voice calmed Blaze down as she reached out and touched his hoof.
"Don't mind Blanket. She's just crazy like that," she said. Her friend sneered.
Blaze looked at Krystal, pleased to see her pretty face smiling at him. He felt a little strange at her touch, but it was so soft… "It's okay," he affirmed, continuing to take in just how soft Krystal's coat was. The short fur tickled him, her soft skin relaxing his mood.
"Umm..." Krystal uttered. Blaze looked down, realizing the awkwardness of the situation. He promptly dropped her hoof.
"Sorry.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” she dismissed quietly.
"Oh, finally," Blanket exclaimed when the waitress brought the wine. Krystal's horn lit up, making their bottle pour the crimson drink into three glasses.
"Drink up. It's a gift," Blanket offered, seeing Blaze hesitate to take the glass. "You too, Kryssie. Have some wine, girl; you seem far too strained."
"I know, Blanket. Don't remind me," Krystal snapped, kissing the edge of the glass and drinking the wine. When she placed the glass down, a few red drops remained on her lips. She swept them away with a single movement of her hoof.
"So, Blazey, would you be so kind as to tell us girls about the Empire’s attractions? I just recently got here and Krystal hasn’t had the opportunity to show me around much yet," Blanket stated.
Blaze exhaled and leaned back in his chair. "Well, there's a lot to see here. I've been living here for a couple of months, but I honestly haven't walked around too much myself. I'm quite busy, you see. But there are a few interesting places..."
Dark Blaze spoke for a while to Blanket, telling her about the few interesting attractions he knew. As he continued, he noted Krystal’s stare, her hooves supporting her head as she hung on his every word. Blaze devoured her with his own glance in turn, mentally worshiping her gorgeous mane in his mind.
He longed to see the rest of Krystal's body, to judge whether she was not only beautiful, but sexy as well. Her figure implied that she would have a nice, big plot; girls with a certain amount of weight always had bigger 'treasure chests' than more slender mares.
"This is so interesting," Krystal exclaimed as she poured herself another glass of wine, still wearing her pretty smile. Blaze blushed, glad of any compliments this beautiful mare offered. If this keeps up, I might fall for her, he thought.
"Yes, yes, that's quite breathtaking," Blanket replied in a sarcastic voice. "But seriously, I’d rather a sightseeing tour of the waitress' bottom than of old statues and libraries.”
Dark Blaze gaped at the mare's words. She seemed unafraid to say anything; more shocking to him, though, was her apparent bisexuality. Ponies of that sort were very rare in the Empire.
"I’m sorry that nothing appeals to you, Blanket," Blaze said, prompting a giggle from her.
"Hee-hee, I like how you say my name. Say it again!"
"Blanket".
"Ha-ha! I like it! And now Krystal's name!"
Blaze looked over at Krystal, who seemed to now shy away from his glance..
"Ehm... Krystal."
"No, no. Try growling that 'r'. Make it vocal, make it sound!" Blanket exclaimed.
"Ooh... Krrrrrrystal", Blaze replied, growling the letter in an unusual way. Blanket closed her eyes, opened her mouth and licked her white teeth.
"Ohhh, yes I love it," she said. "You're a nice, nice stallion, Blazey. I like you a lot."
“Er, thanks, I guess?” Blaze said, a hint of uncertainty tanging his voice.
Finishing her glass of wine, Krystal decided to glance around at the place. Despite trying to take in the surroundings, her sight continually returned to Blaze. Thankfully for her, he didn't notice that.
Blanket, however, did.
"Hey, Blazey. We're friends now, right?" she asked, drawing an accepting nod from Blaze. "Tell me, do you like Krystal?"
Blaze froze, stunned by the question. He looked at Krystal seeking support; he found it, as the now-angry young mare looked at her friend.
"Blanket, what are you doing?"
"Come on, Kryssie, get up! He can't get a good look. Come on, come on!" Blanket ordered. Slowly, her eyes still narrowed at her friend, Krystal stood up and turned around, showcasing her body. Her cheeks were aflame with blush.
But by Celestia, it was worth it. Blaze's analysis was correct – Krystal had a magnificent ass. A cutie mark of an abacus suggested that, apart from being a very cute mare, Krystal could also be smart. Big, well rounded, surely she was soft and warm to touch. Most of all, though, her butt made Blaze want to drool. He opened his eyes wide, completely forgetting all about the waitress as his mind retreated into the dark corner of his psyche. What he would do to such a mare, had he had a chance to stay all alone with her, in a room with a big bed....
"So... do you?" Blanket snapped Blaze out of his dreams.
"Wha... oh, yes, yes, of course! Of course I like her," Blaze blurted out, much to Blanket's delight.
"Perfect!" Blanket clopped her hooves together, showing her pearly whites. She gestured to Krystal, who sighed heavily and approached her winged friend. They backed up a short way from Blaze and began to whisper.
Dark Blaze glanced sideways at them. These two were surely a strange pair – filly-foolers, maybe? Blaze couldn't say for sure if they were in a relationship or not – Blanket seemed to look on everything as a potential mate. But even though the pair were strange, Blaze continued to marvel at just how sexy they both were. He stole the opportunity of their whispered discussion to check out Blanket's plot.
Blaze's eyes widened as he gazed upon Blanket's majestic booty. It was easily comparable to Krystal's, if not even better. The skin and fur synergized to create the look of flesh so soft and warm that it would be a crime against nature to not like such a butt. If Blaze could, he would certainly swap his pillow for those inviting cheeks.
Her strange name was rightfully justified with the cutie mark of several pillows and a blanket, covering them.
However, there was something strange about that ass. Blaze could swear that he had seen it somewhere before.... A déjà vu, of plot subspecies. He couldn't recall where, though.
Blanket seemed to be trying to persuade Krystal into something, to which she repeatedly refused. The pegasus was persistent and kept nudging her side. Krystal whispered something to her and lowered her head, while Blanket gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.
Blaze could only make out three words: "It'll be fun."
"Hey, Blazey..." Blanket now turned to face him, a playful smile flitting across her face. "It's a little late and it’s getting pretty dark outside. Will you be a gentlecolt and accompany us to my hotel?"
Strange ideas crawled into Blaze's head, but he quickly drove them away. What could be better than helping the ladies out? Especially if it meant more time with them and the extended view of their valleys. Oh yes!
"Sure, Blanket. If Krystal doesn't mind?" Blaze said, trying to be as gentlecolt-ish as possible. Krystal blushed once again, nodding her agreement. It seemed to Blaze that Krystal was just as shy as him – if not more so. It made him feel more sympathetic towards the girl, even though Blanket had the better looks.
Blaze lapsed into thought as they made to depart. Why was he even choosing? He'd better stare at their asses as much as he could during their walk; it was surely the most he could hope for from these two beauties. They’d probably have each other if they felt lonely at night – what chance would he, a simple student, stand in this contest for mares? Absolutely none, not even a null.
The only time he’d see plots like these would be on the pages of Playcolt magazine.
***
Blanket's hotel room was a cozy little place; at the entrance, they were greeted by a hanger, along with a small circle rug, and a closet to the left. In addition to that, there was a large double bed, a drawer and a picture on the wall against the bed.
"Sorry we dragged you all the way here, honey. I just feel insecure about going through this place without a stallion," Blanket said. She cantered to the centre of the room and stretched her wings. "Oh my, what a trip!"
What a trip indeed. Dark Blaze had been lucky enough to walk behind the two mares for the entire trip. Consequently, he was like a ticking bomb. His insides were on fire, his cheeks equally ablaze. He prayed for the moment he’d get home and relieve himself of the pent-up stress – accompanied by the beauties within the pages of Playcolt.
"No problem... now, I guess I’d better be off. It was nice meeting you, ladies," Blaze said, gracefully bowing to Krystal and Blanket.
"Leaving so soon, cutie?" Blanket drawled. Krystal's horn lit up, closing the door before Blaze could exit. Blaze turned and stared at the two with worry, and even a little bit of fear. He’d heard stories… about mare-serial killers. Who were also rapists. And carnivores. He swallowed nervously, expecting the worst to come.
At least I’ll die with a boner, he thought.
"You see, Blazey... My friend and I have a little problem," Blanket stated. "We’re filmmakers – beginners, but still. We’ve got this situation where we need an actor for a special role... and my pretty Krystal picked you as a possible candidate."
"Urgh. Blanket, stop deluding him," Krystal cut in. "Blanket is... was a photographer for Playcolt magazine. But for some inexplicable reason, she quit the job and decided to make her own movies... Porn movies."
At those words Krystal blushed, earning a reproachful look from Blanket.
"Kryssie, why ruin the surprise? But yes, she's right. I want to film a movie for a strictly ‘adult’ audience," she said. She bared her teeth in a vicious leer. "I would prefer you not use the term 'porn' around me, though. It's so... loutish."
She slowly walked towards Blaze, swaying her hips left and right. Blaze watched the gorgeous mare approach, apprehension filling his mind. When she touched his chest with her hoof and licked her lips, he felt his heart threaten to explode.
"You're a student, yes? It will be a good chance for you to earn some extra money. Just imagine it – you'll earn more cash than from being good at studying boring books!" Her voice was quiet, seductive and so sweet. "It's so easy; you just give a good show, I record it and that's it. Easy as making a pie... or making a baby."
"I'm... not sure." The words escaped Blaze shakily. First, he had never thought of becoming a porn actor. Second, this idea seemed incredibly risky and.... he was extremely shy about doing it on camera. What if his relatives saw the tape? What if his mother saw it?
"I don't think I should... thank you, but no," Blaze replied. A quick sigh alerted him Krystal’s own reluctance. She seemed to dislike the idea as much as Blaze did, which was only slightly comforting.
"You see, Blanket? He doesn't want to. I told you it wouldn't work. Let him go," Krystal said. Ignoring her friend, Blanket instead licked Blaze's lips, which then grew into a full-blown make out.
Her half-lidded eyes in front of his face, her passionate moans, and the truly naughty ways she explored his mouth with her tongue made Blaze shudder. But Blanket didn't settle for that. She pinned him against a wall, pushing her slender, fragile body against his, wrapping her hooves around his waist and strengthening even further.
Blaze started to twitch a bit, slowly giving in to the desire of accomplishing his long-petted dreams. Regardless, he tried to hold back from it, despite all the cuddling.
"Blanket! Stop it!" Krystal shouted. Blanket broke the kiss, her tongue poking out with a bridge of saliva connecting it and his lips.
"Come on, sweetie. You are still going to say 'no'? I'm offering you a chance to have a fantastic time, and I'm not even asking money for it! And you…." She turned to Krystal, "Remind me: who walked into my room, asking me –no, begging me – to find her a boyfriend, since dealing with heat becomes harder and harder every freaking time? Come on, honey."
Krystal hesitated to say anything, blushing and turning away from her friend. Blanket looked at Blaze again.
"So, choose now: You agree, Krystal has a good time, you have a good time and I get a good video. Either that, or you leave sexually and mentally frustrated, realizing that you missed your only chance of a bonk with a real model, resort to jacking off at home, and I am forced to relieve Krystal's tension myself, officially making us filly-foolers. Your call."
"Oh… okay... I agree... alright..." Blaze replied. His breath came out in a rush as he tried to calm down. All his arguments were invalid compared to what Blanket just said. He looked at Krystal, who returned the glance. They both smiled.
"That's good. What do you think, Kryssie?" Blanket asked, looking at her friend.
Krystal replied with a long sigh, though this one was less exasperated. "Well, you certainly know how to persuade... let's go," Krystal said, and hopped onto the bed, much to Blanket's joy. Blaze followed her, wiping the remains of Blanket's saliva from his mouth before he joined Krystal.
He and Krystal exchanged a long stare, exploring each other's minds. Each could tell the other was trying to figure out if they were worthy of one another.
Blaze remained in disbelief at how beautiful Krystal looked. Her eyes were bright, her mane looked gorgeous and her body promised to feel amazing.
It felt like a dream. Was he dreaming right now? Would he really get to have sex with this cutie? Blaze bit his lip trying to awaken himself, rewarded with a sharp spasm of pain piercing his nerves.
Nope, definitely awake.
"Alrighty!" Blanket sang, digging through a small pile of clothes and finding her miniature camcorder. She strapped it to her left hoof and approached the painting, turning on the recording.
"Before we start... Blazey, how long can you last? Like, one hour? Two? Maybe the almighty three?" Blanket asked, as she fiddled around with the camera. Blaze's jaw almost dropped – he was proud to say that he could last a few minutes longer than the average, but three hours?! Just where did Blanket see such beasts?
"Um... it... depends. How much is needed?" he asked.
Blanket placed a hoof to her chin, wearing a dreamy expression. "Hmmm... I think around fifty minutes is fine. We don't need too much footage – I'll be cutting it anyway. So, can you last that long?" she mused. Blaze thought for a moment, debating internally with himself about his stamina.
"Yep. Easy as pie," he replied, trying to lift the mood.
"That's my foal. Just give me a minute – this piece of junk has decided it won’t turn on," Blanket said. She grumbled quietly to herself as she tried to make the camcorder work.
"So... um.... am I the first one who you got into this?" Blaze asked Krystal. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Ugh... Yes. You're the first," she replied shortly. “Get down."
"What?"
"Are you deaf? Lie down on your back, open your eyes and enjoy," Krystal growled. Her tone startled Blaze, even as her accent excited him. He followed her instructions and lay on the bed, expectant but unaware.
"So, are you goi..."
He was cut short as Krystal sat down right on his face, drowning him in the beauty of her ass. His muzzle was thoroughly enveloped in the warm and soft flesh, sending spasms of pleasure all throughout his body. He shuddered under her weight.
"There we go! Blast off, lovebirds!" Blanket said, after finally turning on the camcorder and focusing it on the sight. "I'm counting on you!"
Krystal let Blaze enjoy the view a little more, as he ran his hooves across her belly. Gently, he caressed every centimeter of her fluffy midsection and moaned something. She even eeped when he gathered enough courage to lick her butt-cheeks, following through with a tiny bite. She must have had some sort of lotion on, for she tasted just like a strawberry.
After a minute of such an exchange, Krystal decided to increase the stakes, and moved a little bit upwards.
Blaze mumbled indistinctly as his nose filled with the unique, unforgettable smell of a mare in heat. Despite the fact that Krystal had declined this idea at first, her body signified that she wanted everything that was about to happen. Without further hesitation, Blaze gave her wet marehood a gentle lick, aiming to tease her a bit before the real fun started.
The young stallion felt Krystal shudder the instant his tongue touched her lips. He proceeded to enhance the feeling he gave her by going slightly deeper with his teases, feeling the warm juice drip on his face.
"Oh, sh..shoot," Krystal mumbled, moaning and trembling as Blaze's tongue slid in and out her sex. Her body shivered, begging for more. She lowered her sight to his rock-solid, long-deprived boner.
"Wooh, my favorite part! Rock on, love-birds!" Blanket encouraged the two, as Krystal gave his member a gentle lick, then slowly slid it deep into her mouth. Blaze quickly reevaluated his capabilities while she teased his stallionhood with her tongue and some gentle scratches against her teeth.
Blaze took a short break from licking and bit his tongue, trying to somehow drive away the pleasing spasm that sprung up so suddenly from the previously unknown pleasure. He'd never been given a blowjob before in his life – it felt incredible.
After a brief second of rest he resumed the licking, fondling the sense of accomplishment with every drop of her sweet love juice. Blaze gave Krystal’s plot a sensual rub, feeling her short fur tickling his hooves. Her body moved up and down, in a weird harmony with his licks.
Krystal lifted her head back up and stared at Blaze, her eyes half closed. A small trail of Blaze's pre-cum dripped from the side of her mouth. She gave him a gentle nudge, desiring to switch positions. After another few seconds, Krystal teased his cock with her wet marehood, lightly rocking back and forth while not actually allowing him access. Through her teasing, he stared at her and breathed heavily, tongue out.
"Enjoying yourself?" Krystal drawled, licking her lips. "You'd better be."
"Oh, I am. Immensely", Blaze assured her, taking another moment to rub her soft sides. She rewarded him with a lusty smile and a slow and passionate rub of her marehood against his member. "Oooh… daaarn….”
The unicorn gritted his teeth, trying his best not to blow his load far too quickly. His willpower was stretched further still when she lowered the bottom half of her body onto his stallionhood, finally allowing it to penetrate her pussy. Inside her he felt the ecstatic, slick heat, and her juices flowing down his stiff pole.
"Oh, yes, this is where it's at, my ponies! Come on!" Blanket shouted, licking her lips and picking all the hottest foreshortening. "On a blanket I was conceived, and from that blanket I shall be fed! Buckin-A!"
Blaze placed his hooves on Krystal’s hips and started slowly sliding his dick in and out, rewarded by her passionate and lusty moans into his ear.
"Ah… yes… yes," she moaned, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes. Her outbursts made Blaze feel proud of himself, although he slowly felt control of his load slipping. He prayed that Krystal would be close too, afraid of embarrassing in front of these two beauties.
"You know, Kryssie, you're making it a bit hard for me not to cum... could you... take it slower, maybe?" Blaze whispered in her ear.
"B-buck no," Krystal managed to utter. She slammed down her backside, taking all of his stallionhood inside her. She slowly rose up, leaving it throbbing in the air with it covered in love juices and her own pre.
"Take it easy, Kryss. I need a full fifty minutes of footage, you hear me?" Blanket warned. The heated mare ignored her warnings.
"It's his own fault! He told us he could last for fifty minutes, and I expect my fifty minutes!" She slightly turned her head around to utter this remark to Blanket, before slamming down her plot again. Blaze cringed, both from the sudden pleasure and the fear that he might not hold up to his promise.
He held Krystal tight, preventing her from taking further action; another slam like that would surely send his unstable barrage flying inside her. She finally sat still for a moment, allowing his member to continue throbbing inside her. The delicious musk of a pair having sex filled the room as his pre-cum and her natural lube continued to mix.
"Well, Celestia blast me!" Blanket pronounced as she caught a whiff. Her whole body shuddered with fresh arousal. "Luna blind and crucify me!"
"Smart one, aren't you?" Krystal growled playfully at Blaze. "You try to lead, then!" She forced Blaze to roll over, their roles reversing. Now he was the one controlling the flow, finding even as he gave her a couple of thrusts that it was much easier to control himself in their new position. Krystal's moans echoed in Blaze’s ears, yet he paid no heed as he delivered thrust after thrust.
"So, how good am I?" Dark Blaze sneered, knowing that Krystal was unable to respond; his new toy was far too occupied with moaning and screaming in pleasure. Judging by how tightly she wrapped her hindlegs around him, she was very close.
"Argh... go to hell, you di..!"
She screamed, but Blaze cut her short when he merged with her in a passionate kiss. Krystal moaned into his mouth while he held the kiss, their tongues dancing together inside. This little fluid exchange made Blanket bite her lip.
"Mmmm..." she cooed, closing her eyes and putting the camcorder away. One gentle flap of her wings and Dark Blaze felt her tongue sliding on his spine. The sudden feeling of cold saliva on his hot body forced a shudder out of him. With a slow, gentle movement, she wrapped her hooves around his waist and slowly moved upwards, leaving a wet trail on his back.
"I think Kryssie had enough, don't you think?" she whispered into his ear, teasing him with gentle licks. Meanwhile, she stretched out her wing and picked up a small pill from atop the nearby drawer, carefully placing it into Blaze's open mouth. Blaze tasted her feathers briefly as the fluffy tips scraped his tongue.
"Oh no, Blanket, I've spent months alone! You wanted your fifty minutes – you get them!" Krystal growled, her spasms of pleasure receding.
Blaze swallowed the pill, ignorant of its effects but not caring too much either.
"Do you expect me to just sit back and watch you two fuck?” Blanket asked. “No way!" She leaned on Blaze and gave him a taunting lick on the cheek. "Come on, honey, I know you liked my ass more than hers."
"Hey!" Krystal cried. Before she could release her angry bravado, Blaze's horn lit up, wrapping both of the mares' lips in mystical energy.
"There, there, ladies. No need for quarrels; no reason we can’t have a good old threesome, you know," he said, turning to give Blanket a kiss. "Whatever you gave me seems to be working, by the way... whatever it was supposed to do. And…."
His horn lit up again, this time enveloping the camcorder. He placed it on a nearby shelf and faced it to the bed. "Problem solved", Blaze commented, kissing Blanket one more time while also tickling Krystal's belly.
"You’re a genius," Krystal said sarcastically, dispelling Blaze's control over her lips easily.
"Mrrhmwhm," Blanket grumbled, probably commanding him to release her mouth as well.
"Sorry babe, I like you this way much better," Blaze joked. He pulled his member out of Krystal and extended his hoof to help her back up. "Don't worry, you'll get right back on that."
It took them a few seconds to switch positions; Blaze lying down on his back, Krystal sitting on his stallionhood and Blanket sitting on his face, facing Krystal.
"Don't think that I'll be satisfied by licks alone", Blanket threatened, when the unicorn finally let her speak. That was as far as she got before involuntary moans drowned out her words, Blaze having tickled her wet clit. She had never expected that the stallion would be so handy with his tongue.
Blaze embraced the cloudy-white pegasus' damp undercarriage, licking furiously, alternating between shallow teasing and deep exploration. Her juices tasted so sweet, her natural musk completely intoxicating.
Krystal leaned towards Blanket and embraced her in a passionate kiss, massaging her erect, sensitive wings and her back. Blanket returned the favor, making the kiss messy by constantly breaking away and pressing back into Krystal, her saliva dripping right on Blaze's belly.
"Does this count as... waah... an act of... filly-foolerism?" Krystal gasped through her constant sighs and moans, her body pierced by spasms of pleasure preceding her imminent orgasm. Blanket made the next kiss last a little longer than usual; saliva dripping from their fused lips before they broke apart.
"Nah. We're still on.... oooh... the safe side, I think," she said with another involuntary shudder. "Aaaah... this video will make us bucking rich… waaah!"
Blaze's unexpected magical candy seemed to be doing its job; his stamina seemed to have tripled, if not more. When Krystal resumed her tactic of slamming down her backside, his fear of accidental orgasm had diminished completely. By contrast, he now enjoying her attempts at making him cum.
Do that again! Again! Again! he screamed in his mind. Like a good girl, Krystal obeyed her master’s commands. It was just as well that she couldn't hear his thoughts.
Blaze gave Blanket's belly a gentle rub, realizing how greedy this sexy pegasus was. She’d given him that pill, clearly planning to have him all for herself, too. Well, she seemed to be satisfied with this threesome at the moment.
His tongue continued to delve ever-deeper into her marehood. Blanket eeped loudly, signalling to Blaze what he already knew fast approached. A bit too fast, Blaze figured, but in his mind he was happy; for all Blanket’s bravado, Krystal was able to last longer than her friend.
"Aaah… you little… waaah!" Blanket wanted to cuss and swear, but her throat was occupied by loud screams and moans. One final rub of Blaze's tongue against her marehood was all it took to pull the last string, releasing her pent-up flood. Blanket screamed as her love juice poured into Blaze's mouth, and he accepted this sticky drink with delight.
"Ha! Take that, you boast!" Krystal shouted at her friend as Blanket bent a little, her eyes half-lidded and saliva dripping from her mouth. "I told you I could last longer than you! I told you!"
Blaze interrupted her with a wild thrust, impaling his member inside her up to its hilt. Finally, eagerly, he released his restraints. That single thrust was enough to break Krystal as well, both of their orgasms pooling almost simultaneously; the mare possessing a little more stamina that the stallion.
"What's wrong, Kryssie? I thought you could last longer than that?" Blanket commented, earning a weak slap on the face.
"Buck you," Krystal replied, taking a deep breath. "Aaaah, shit, I hope I'm not going to have any foals from that... aah, damn."
When Krystal and Blanket got off him, Blaze felt a rush of relief. It had been awesome fun, and he enjoyed it immensely, but damn was it still exhausting as heck! Still, he had something to be proud of – two mares lying by his side, exhausted and thoroughly satisfied.
The air in the room stilled as each pony’s senses returned. The purveyed smell of sex lingered in the warm air. Blaze and the mares were sweating like crazy, but that didn't stop them from nuzzling into each other. Krystal and Blanket showed their gratitude in the form of gentle licks on his face.
"You know, girls,” he murmured, “when I entered that stupid bar today, I would have never thought I’d end up here. Definitely not with you two... Thank you," Dark Blaze said, giving each of the mares a long and lusty kiss. "I love you both for this."
"I guess it wasn't bad... far from it, actually. I've seen better," Krystal said with a smiling. "But I'm content with knowing that Blanket's a boast and can't handle more than a few licks."
"Go to hell, Krystal," Blanket snapped, showing her teeth. "I'm not the one who'll be visiting a gynecologist now."
She smiled evilly, giving Krystal a bit of a rub just above her cum-filled marehood. Krystal retaliated by giving Blanket a weak nudge with her left hind leg.
"Girls, girls, relax," Blaze said. "It doesn't matter who came first or second. We were all winners, correct?"
"That’s right," Blanket replied. Krystal's horn lit up as she levitated the camcorder to the panting pegasus. She caught the camera with her hoof, pressed a few buttons and turned it off.
"That's it... I'll edit it tomorrow... we'll be so rich," Blanket noted, and Blaze smiled maliciously.
"Blanket, if you’re ever missing a male actor, you know who to call," he said, looking at the pegasus and her still-standing wings. She sneered.
"Are you kidding me? The instant we wake up tomorrow, I want to see your lazy ass out of my hotel room. You got your one night ride – be content with that," she taunted the hopeful stallion.
"I don't know... personally, I'd like to visit Blaze some other time. I liked his style," Krystal commented, while Dark Blaze melted with happiness. “Tell me your address, cutie, and I'll let you ride me some more. You’d like that, yes?"
"Oh, yes!" Blaze replied, his eyes shining. which made Blanket mumble an annoyed 'blargh'.
"Well, you two... if you are going to give each other a good plow, call me too. I'll film it... or join, depending on my mood," the beautiful pegasus said, closing her eyes. "For now, Blankie wants her sleepy-sleep. And please, don't fuck on me if you were going to. My sleep is easily disturbed."
"Nah, I'll call it a day too," Blaze said, pressing the mares harder to himself. Krystal rested her muzzle on his chest while Blanket covered them both with one of her soft wings. With the lovely snuffles of their stallion-friend-actor-fuckbuddy, they descended into a peaceful sleep; their day had been exhausting, their evening even more so.
