Public Service

by Methionine

Rating: mature
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Length: 5252

There's one thing Sweetcheeks loves to do on Friday more than any other and it involves stallions. Lots of them

Sometimes we get more than we bargained for.

Sweetcheeks has accompanied a stallion by the name of Big Macintosh back to his hometown on the promise of more than a little fun awaiting him. What he doesn't know is that the journey will take him to Canterlot and eventually the Royal Palace itself.

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Containing: gay pones, cum, light bondage, cum inflation, public use, more cum, futa mares, R63-ed ponies, royal guards abusing their position, incest, more stallions means more cum, silly; anal, oral, rimming, other kinks~
Characters will be added as they appear.

This is late for Sweetcheek's "Fill Me Friday" event but I still couldn't resist writing it. Enjoy, my lovelies.
Artwork used with the generous permission of the lovely CobaltSnow.

Also, I must give a shout out to TheDudeAbides whose excellent fic Good Morning clued me in on Sweetcheeks running this event again. Go read it, if you haven't already!

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-03-31 21:40:03 UTC

Boy's Night In, Pt. One

"Mac, c'mon, where are we?"

Sweetcheeks couldn't keep a hint of laughter from his voice, stopping when he bumped into the rump of the stallion leading him. With his eyes blindfolded it was impossible to even make out any shapes in the darkness but there was still that tantalising male musk right before him, filling his nostrils, as well as something else; it was a musty smell, like old paper mixed in with the sharp tang of oak.

"A friend of mah brother's kindly offered his home for us this evenin'. Thought you'd prefer that to the draughty old barn." His voice was rich and deep, the kind that almost made Sweetcheeks' bones feel like they were rattling whenever Macintosh spoke.

Unseen, the stallion moved in close until his lips gently touched upon Sweetcheeks'. The kiss barely lasted a moment before he pulled away again, lightly whispering, "Follow me."

Without sight, the smaller brown stallion could only follow the sound of Macintosh's voice as he gave directions. Eventually his legs bumped against something large and firm that wasn't the pony he'd been following.

"Whoah! Watch yerself!"

That wasn't Macintosh's voice...

"Hello? Who is that?" It had sounded deep enough, obviously belonging to another stallion and the accent was the same. His brother, perhaps?

"Oh! Sorry, I guess I was meant to take that off before now." Another voice again, this one bearing the careful enunciation of a Canterlot native. "There."

Warmth and slight pressure enveloped Sweetcheeks' brow as he felt the blindfold un-knot itself and float off from over his eyes. Blinking a few times against the harsh light, his vision began to focus forming an image of an orange looking pony.

"My, you've got pretty eyes." The figure moved in, resolving itself into a head with a long blonde mane and deep green eyes. "Well, you're pretty all over but there's somethin' about your eyes. Real soft, like." Somewhere to his right, Sweetcheeks heard a pony clear his throat and the orange figure pulled back suddenly. "Aw shucks, where are mah manners? Ah'm Applejack, Mac's brother."

The resemblance was there, alright. Handsome set to his jaw, the burly build that contrasted against his soft voice. But where Mac's mane was short, Applejack's tumbled down over his neck and withers and was only held partly in place in a ponytail.

"Dusk, get over here and introduce yerself!" Applejack called off to one side. The stallion disappeared, replaced by another. He was a unicorn, coat of rich purple and a mane of a similar colour.

"Um, hello. I'm not sure if Big Macintosh has told you about us but I'm Dusk Shine." He cast a hoof in a wide arc. "This is the town's library, which also doubles as my home and where you'll be... doing what you do." Did his cheeks just turn a little pink? "You know, I think I've heard of you before. You were the one who set himself up in Trottingham, right?"

That was... a number of weeks back, Sweetcheeks recalled. The poor stallions of that town were sorely in need of some relief and after finding the right one to help, he'd set himself up in the centre of town along with a sign proclaiming his availability. The miners that lived there sure knew how to treat a stallion...

"Anyway, we've been looking really forward to this and-"

"Celestia's sake, Dusk, yer gonna talk the poor fellah's hooves off!" The unicorn's placid smile instantly morphed into a look of irritation at the call from behind. "Get back here and help me out with this."

Mouthing a 'thank you', Dusk stepped off out of sight leaving Sweetcheeks to look over the shelves of books that lined the wall. A library, eh? At least it was somewhere warm and comfortable. The last thing he needed at this time of year was to be stuck out in the cold with the possibility of rain setting in.

That warm pressure that had accompanied the blindfold levitating off him returned, around the stallion's hind legs this time. Something firm followed in its wake, wrapping itself around his hind legs and then clamping into place; not enough to constrict blood or feel uncomfortable but there wasn't any give either. He tried moving and quite suddenly found himself unable to do so.

Looking about revealed the three stallions fiddling with something. Down then and he saw that it was a bar, with cuffs on either side to hold it in place. Oh... Sweetcheeks gave a little wiggle of his rump, grinning when he saw Dusk's cheeks light again and Macintosh and Applejack look up to him.

"C'mon, boys, you're not gonna make me wait all night are you?" There was almost a pained tone to his voice; with all those eyes on him, Sweetcheeks could already feel his sheath begin to swell out.

"Dusk?" Macintosh asked, nudging the unicorn.

"Huh? What? Oh!" His horn lit up with a pink glow and a small, clear bottle levitated up next to him. "Bubble Berry made sure I took plenty of this. He said he'd be a little delayed with the others but they'll be here soon."

"Mmph." The red stallion grunted, taking the bottle between his teeth. A look back at Dusk saw the unicorn undo the cap.

Slow, heavy hoofsteps came up behind the brown stallion and he shivered in anticipation. It was quickly followed by another shiver but this time from Macintosh squeezing the bottle over his rump, a thick stream of clear fluid trickling from it and running down Sweetcheeks' behind.

Held up high, his tail flicked about anxiously and he stomped a hoof as much as his binding would permit. A little moan rose deep in his throat as the stallion behind him didn't stop dribbling more lube. Whatever that unicorn had done had warmed it nicely and especially while passing over his sensitive skin, felt utterly divine.

But almost too quickly, the flow ended and Sweetcheeks whipped his head about, keen to see what had stopped his partner. Macintosh was sitting back on his haunches now, lifting his hooves to press gently against the other stallion's rump. It quivered under his touch and Sweet couldn't hold in another quiet groan, lower this time and drawn on by the gentle circular motions Mac made with his hooves as he worked the lube in.

There was far too much of the glistening stuff, making his whole behind shine in the lantern light. But every time a hoof swiped across the tight little ring of his anus Sweet grunted and pushed back against the hoof. Every time he brought it around, Macintosh's hoof lingered just a second longer on the tender skin until he was just running in alternating slow and quick circles on it.

"Mac, C'mon." The stallion grunted, finding his binds preventing him from moving back any further. "Don't tease me like that. Please." He knew the other two were still there, still watching him, listening to his pleading.

For a moment it felt like the stallion had given up - his hooves lifted off and then there was naught but the cool air mingling with the warm lube. Then came the first kiss, quick and light against Sweet's thigh. The brown stallion shivered but still couldn't move his hind legs to gain any leverage; he was utterly helpless as Mac slowly kissed his way up along the soft brown leg. He didn't stop at the thigh, nor at the cheek of his rump...

As he went on the kisses became slower, Mac's tongue began to lick at the soft coat until he was close to the shaking stallion's perineum. Red lips met the darker brown flesh and the stallion slowly trailed his tongue up along it, inching ever closer to the winking ring of Sweet's anus. Taking a measure of the lube with him, his tongue never stopped but flicked as light as a feather against him.

"Fuck!" Sweet cried, feeling his forelegs wobble. "Put it in!"

"Mmmyup." Was his response, followed by the hot breath of Macintosh blowing across him as he moved back in. Hooves pulled at his rump, allowing for easier access as he dove right in, forgetting all pretence of gentleness.

His lips quickly found the tight little ring and with it, his tongue swiped over it once and then again, pushing down upon it. The warm, wet organ wormed its way against the tight opening, Sweet biting down on his lip as he felt Macintosh lean into him, lapping hungrily at the tender, quivering flesh.

One of his hooves slipped down over the stallion's rump, in under him to gently heft his balls. The sensation drove more of Sweet's cock from its sheath, now rapidly hardening under the attention. If Macintosh was anticipating this half as much then he'd have to be equally if not harder by now; Sweet licked his lips, imagining what kind of endowment the burly pony must possess.

So distracted by his thoughts, Sweet never noticed the intensity with which Mac was pressing his tongue in until it finally wormed past his ring. The stallion cooed softly, giving his rear another gentle shake as much as the hooves that held him would allow. It carried with it just a little of the lube and the equally warm, wetness of Mac's saliva.

"F-Fuck..." Sweet whispered, leaning back into his partner. Mac's lips were far softer than his size had led him to believe and they undulated gently against him while his tongue stroked Sweet's interior.

"Land sakes, Mac, let's get this thing goin'!" Now that was what Sweetcheeks was waiting to hear - a stallion with lust in his voice. The only thing missing was the sight of a cock bobbing before his nose, waiting to be sucked dry.

Slowly, teasingly, Macintosh pulled his tongue out of the stallion's rump. It lapped at the inner walls, lubing him up as best it could before finally retracting and giving a few last, longing licks at the puckered ring.

"Just need to get ya ready." Mac grumbles, half to Applejack by the tone of his voice.

That thick tongue comes back against the smaller stallion's skin, stroking downwards while drawing a series of muted grunts. Only when it reached a fat, brown testicle did a pair of red lips join it, extending around the organ to be suckled on. More than that, though, one of his hooves descended along the rounded rump and thigh of the pony, moving up to stroke at the hardening cock above.

"Mac, Ah swear, if ya don't stick it in him I'm gonna do it for ya!" That was accompanied by a series of anxious hoof beats on the wooden floor. Sweet could practically see the poor stallion's cock dribbling pre in anticipation and a part of him longed to have one so eager on his back.

It was almost too sudden that the red pony pulled away, leaving Sweet's now stiff member to bob free of his hoof.

Sweetcheeks couldn't help but to turn about, eager to see the stud stand back up and reveal himself at last. And indeed, when he did, a long black cock slapped against his stomach. It was... Those miner ponies in Trottingham had been big, after all the work needed big stallions but Mac was on a whole other level. The organ pulsed gently, pre dripping from the tip before the stallion hopped up and settled his weight on Sweet's back.

He shuffled along the brown stallion until their eyes met and Sweet felt his cock press against his rear. "How do ya want it?" He asked but Sweet could feel the power behind those haunches, the strong body that rested against his own. There was only one answer possible.

"Hard." He let out a long groan, feeling Mac lean forward. "Oh Celestia, Mac, hard as you can!"

The pony above didn't respond, save to shift the weight to his hooves and lean his hips in close. Each little movement made his cock rub and grind against the stallion below, teasingly dribbling pre across his rump as both struggled to get it lined up just right. When it found its mark, Sweet was almost sorry he'd given Mac the order. Almost.

A hard thrust followed and Macintosh's cock strained against the tight opening of the stallion. The wide, flat head distended the flesh around Sweet's ring, tugging at it as Mac dug his hooves against the floor and pushed with increasing strength. There was little give, even in spite of how well lubed he'd been, and a whine rose in his throat from the frustration.

"Yer... too tight." Mac grunted, shifting his hind legs and gripping Sweet tighter.

"You're too big!" Sweet gasped, Mac beginning to ease up on his pushing. "Not too big! Keep going, keep going!"

The other stallion's muzzle came down to nuzzle at Sweet's cheek, Mac's eye meeting his.

"Lemme show you how tight." With those words his hips gave an almighty thrust, forcing the tip of his cock into Sweet with a small, wet pop. The two stopped suddenly, caught up in the rush of feelings from that meeting - Sweet fought against the desire to squeeze down on his partner, eager to have more in but equally eager to milk what he could from the stallion.

A few spurts of precum were his only reward, spattering across his insides before Mac gave another hard thrust. "Hnngh! Mac! D-Don't stop!" He'd never been stretched like this before and he needed more; as much as he could get.

With a grunt, Mac gave another thrust and a few inches more of his cock were forced in. Sweetcheeks lost his breath momentarily, the massive organ feeling like it was filling him almost too much. Every time he went to take a breath, the stallion made another thrust forcing it out of him. Each time pre would dribble from his tip and each time Sweet's legs strained against the bar forcing them apart to close tight.

He was puffing, hot breath washing over Sweet's face while the tip of his mane tickled at him. Sweet's legs quivered with the strain of keeping himself up with the stallion atop him coupled with the increasing sense of fullness with each passing second. Mac was sort of walking himself forward, inching his cock in despite how Sweet clamped down. It all stopped for a split second before he gave one last, hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt on the smaller stallion.

"Augh, fuck!" Sweet grunted, tensing and relaxing himself around the massive intruder. It was so hot and hard, so achingly filling and deliciously dribbling pre... All that was missing was the stallion emptying his seed but that would come in time. Once he'd worked him over as he knew just how.

"A-Ah'm gonna warn ya." Macintosh mumbled, nuzzling at Sweet's cheek again. "Ah'm not gonna be gentle." Sweet whimpered, squeezing down on the stallion again in response. "Cause as Ah see it... Mmmf, that little rump of yours needs ta be bred." He gave a few sharp thrusts and his fat testicles slapped against Sweet's behind, making the stallion quiver. "An' Ah've got plenty for ya."

There was no warning after before Mac started to pull out and Sweet could only hold on as best he could, desperately trying to keep his stallion from leaving him with that wretched feeling of emptiness. When he felt the bump of the medial ring on Mac's cock pass he whimpered again, clamping down with every drop of strength he could put to it. Too much, he was pulling too much out...

Only the head of Mac's penis was left inside, drooling pre in a near-constant stream of warm wetness that almost made up for not having the stallion- Sweet's thoughts were cut off as, with a grunt, Macintosh gave an unmerciful thrust forward and buried his turgid cock in the stallion in one, long motion. There was a muted slap as Mac's balls smacked against Sweet's, the two ponies shuddering in unison

The sound of clopping struck up suddenly from Macintosh shifting his weight about. He was inching himself in closer, Sweet could feel it. Every little movement drew another warm throb of pleasure from around the entrance that'd been stretched further than he thought it could be. His own stood at attention, an ever increasing pool of pre forming under it as it was left unattended.

This time, as Mac started to pull out, Sweet only thought with anticipation upon the thrust that would follow. The stallion above him got a little over halfway out before his hips jerked forward, pre spilling out of his throbbing cock. The force pushed Sweet an inch forward on his hooves and he bit down on his lip, trying to stop the moan that threatened to break free.

Again, Mac started to pull out but his movement was smoother; Sweet still felt as if he were being stretched wide and he did his best to keep a tight hold on the stallion but it was almost relieving to feel him move so fluidly. Hips swung back, thrust forward in one smooth movement; there was barely a moment's pause before there was another and this time Sweet's lips parted.

"F-Fuck! H-Harder, Mac, harder!" His hooves were pushing at the floor, the stallion trying to find some purchase against which he could lever himself back onto Macintosh.

The big stallion grunted, nipping lightly along Sweet's neck and bringing a series of light gasps from him. "Ah know how ya want it." He growled down, nuzzling roughly against Sweet. "Can ya--nrrgh--take it?"

As suddenly as he'd spoken, Mac reared back and planted his hooves on Sweet's back. His flanks rippled, legs swinging back as the stallion pulled out almost entirely only to thrust, in one swift motion, back into the smaller one below him. It shook Sweet and his breath caught before he could speak again, Mac rearing back to give another, equally hard thrust. If that cock could be buried any deeper...

"Mac! Unf! Mac--ahhn--harder! F-Fuck me! F--ahhn--harder, Mac!" His voice rose in pitch as he cried out, cock smacking against his stomach with each ragged thrust of the stallion into him, coating the ground below liberally with precum.

He was pistoning on the brown stallion, hips working at a furious pace that had picked up while Sweet spoke. Each thrust made Mac grunt and shake, sweat beginning to form at the tip of his brow with the effort. The wet smacks of their hips meeting drowned out the quiet talk of the two onlookers until one spoke up.

"Ah... Ah can't take it any more!" Hooves clattered on the ground over Applejack's voice and he trot about to the front of Sweet, his long cock bobbing against his stomach and teasingly dribbling pre just out of reach. "Dusk... Help me out here!"

With Mac not stopping for a second, Sweet barely noticed the sound of Dusk's horn lighting and never saw the cushions that were levitated over between Macintosh's legs.

"What in the..." Applejack trotted out of Sweet's view, denying him even the sight of that turgid member in dire need of attention. "Dusk, are you-"

"Just trust me!" The voice sounded urgent, insistent. "Lie down with your rump on them."

Over the slap-slap-slap of his own and Macintosh's bodies meeting, Sweet could make out Applejack's hoofsteps growing closer. Mac's face moved out of view and Sweet followed, looking around over his withers - Applejack was turning himself around and lying down under his brother, shimmying forward.

With legs splayed his cock wobbled from side to side, spattering pre across his stomach and chest until he swung his legs under Macintosh's and hooked them around the red pony's hips. No... He couldn't be... Sweet whipped his head down, looking between his legs and was greeted by that of Applejack's, moving closer.

"H-Howdy." The stallion sheepishly muttered. "Um... Ah know Ah'm askin' a lot but Dusk thinks if Ah-"

"Yes!" Came the immediate reply when Sweet felt the orange stallion's member poking at his balls. "Oh fucking... y-yes!"

"AJ?" Mac's voice joined them as he slowed down, panting heavily. "What... What're ya doin'?"

"Gettin' mah fill." The orange stallion licks his lips, looking down. "Hmm... Dusk, wouldja mind?"

The sound of Dusk's magic working overshadowed the now quiet stallions who had all stopped to see what was going on. All save one.

"Consarnit... Forgot how good that feels." Applejack wrapped his hooves around Sweet's legs, smiling up at the stallion. "Don'tcha worry, hon', you'll love this."

And sure enough, a light tingling sensation touched upon Sweet's rump. He recognised it instantly: a unicorn's magical telekinetic field. He was helping Applejack position himself!

"Alright, this is gonna be a real tight fit so hold onto me."

Lowering himself, Sweet bent his legs around Applejack's until he was holding him in a somewhat awkward hug. The orange stallion grinned, moments before he rubbed his lips against Sweet's and gently pressed into a kiss. Sweet's hind legs quivered, feeling the other cock's tip press against him as Applejack shuffled forward, combined with the strength and dexterity of his tongue as it wormed against his own.

The kiss remained unbroken as Applejack pushed forward with his hips, straining against the already stretched stallion's ring. Sweet moaned into the kiss, rubbing his hooves against Applejack as best he could and used what little leverage he could find to push back. Pre trickled down his perineum and Applejack squinted with the effort but eventually there was some give; enough, at least, to make the orange stallion redouble his efforts.

His hind legs squeezed at Mac's hips and the larger stallion leg out a gasp, unable to stop himself from reflexively thrusting. The act had the unintended side-effect of pulling at Sweet's anus, allowing Applejack to give another push and force the very tip of his cock in. Sweet broke the kiss at that, gasping from a need for air and the sudden stinging.

"Almost there, hon'." Applejack murmured, nuzzling at Sweet's cheek.

Sweet had not, before now, considered just how well enough Mac's brother might be; two stallions were always better than one, so doing this was a given. But a part of him almost regretted doing this; it looked as if Applejack might not even be able to-

For the second time that evening, Sweet's thoughts were cut short and this time it was from Applejack's cock popping inside him.

"H-Holy fuck!" It came out more as a gasp than the cry Sweet had intended but between Applejack rubbing his legs and Macintosh nuzzling his neck the pain quickly passed.

For a moment the three stayed motionless, the two brothers doing their all to comfort the small stallion until his eyes slowly opened and he looked between them. The three shared a grin and started anew. Macintosh was the first to push in, almost as slow as he had been at the start but picking up speed the further he delved into Sweet. His hips met the brown pony's with a gentle bump and he nodded down to his brother.

Sweet couldn't take his eyes from the sight of Applejack biting down on his lip. The stallion was giving little gasps and whimpers, slowly bringing his eyes back down to meet Sweet's. He saw the question in them and nodded once.

"Do it." The rest of his cock was thrust in, in one quick burst of speed and strength.

If Sweet had felt full before then now it was almost too much. Both stallions members twitched and throbbed with an unspoken need and feeling the raw power both above and below, Sweet couldn't stop himself from smiling. Two would mean an even greater load but twice as much work to ensure they were milked dry.

"How do ya feel?" Mac's voice still had that edge of desire to it, the strain of a pony who'd been pulled back from the brink but still had the need to go over it.

"Ah reckon he feels mighty good. Right, hon'?"

Still smiling, Sweet couldn't find his voice for all of his fullness and contented himself with nodding.

"Mmm, good. Mac, you start us off."

The larger stallion didn't need to be told twice and readily dug himself in and gave a hard pull, straining against the increased tightness.

"Nngh, think Ah see why they call you Sweetcheeks, now." Applejack yanked himself back, levering himself on Mac's hips, as his brother thrust forward. "Yer incredible!"

"And what am Ah? Sliced apples?" The mock irritation in Applejack's voice was enough to draw another grin from Sweet who looked on eagerly as Mac leaned down close to his brother.

"You wanna know what you are?" There wasn't even enough time for the stallion to nod before Mac leaned in, roughly kissing him. His eyes snapped open wide at the instant of their lips meeting but slowly, fluttered shut as he quietly moaned.

Sweet could hear and feel Applejack's leg moving, rubbing against his brother's side and then his forelegs stroked along Sweet's as he broke the kiss and planted a peck on the brown stallion's lips.

"What say we give this cutie a good fillin'?" Mac was already pulling out as Applejack thrust back in, making the smaller stallion shake with its strength.

Macintosh slowly slipped down, wrapping his hooves around Sweet's and the two ponies working him over settled into the mutual hug, grunting with the effort of working against each other. Precum trickled from Sweet's rump, down over Applejack's shaft and coating the stallion's balls.

The quicker he moved the harder his brother thrust, until the red pony had gotten himself back to his previous rhythm. This time, however there was never a feeling of emptiness for Sweet as one pulled out the other would suddenly buck his hips forward.

Mac's breath blew hotly over his cheeks, the stallion's thrusts growing shorter and quicker as they went on. They almost started to match up to Applejack's, both of them filling Sweet simultaneously and stretching him unmercifully. It was countered only by the fast swelling of Mac's cock-tip; the flared head slowed him down only marginally, there was no way he would be denied his orgasm a second time.

Sweet could only hold on for dear life while Applejack's movements began to touch upon his own aching member, threatening each time to push him over the edge. He knew he couldn't allow himself to finish before the two studs, though and turned his mind back to Macintosh. He had to be close now, close to releasing all that warm, viscous love...

"Ah... A-AJ... can't hold..." The larger pony puffed, gritting his teeth and leaning in tight to Sweet.

"N-No! Don't pull out!" Sweet called to him, squeezing down.

His brother never said a word nor needed to, by the time he'd finished Mac let out a roar and hilted in Sweet. His cock flared to its peak and a thick wad of semen shot from its tip, splattering the smaller stallion's insides and his brothers own pistoning member. It was immediately followed by another, larger volley of cum and that then grew into a continuous stream.

Each time his cock throbbed as Applejack's ground against it, driving him on further to empty his load. Just as surely, Sweet clamped down in the hope of squeezing any more he could out of Macintosh. The fluid leaked out from the limited opening but mostly--thankfully, Sweet dimly thought--stayed within, to slowly fill him. He could feel it already - Mac's volume was such that his stomach was starting to distend downwards against Applejack.

String after hot, sticky string of cum continued with Macintosh giving weak jerks of his hips each time. Only when the flow began to slow down did he stop and simply let it spurt free, his shaky legs barely holding him up to ensure the last few drops of his semen remained where they should - filling Sweetcheeks.

With a loud schlorp, he pulled out and teetering about on his hooves, finally collapsed to one side with a thump. Thankfully, most of his semen had not been lost in the act and Sweet lifted a hoof to rub at his swollen stomach. How much more would the others have for him? Applejack didn't show any signs of reaching his own orgasm just yet and already Sweet's stomach sloshed about with the increased volume.

More than that, it pressed down on his cock, wedging it against Applejack. Now each movement of the two made it grind between them, dribbling pre onto their coats. It had been an effort to hold off but there were still to many to service before he could finish...

"U-Um, guys?" Now there was a voice he hadn't heard for too long. "Could I, um..."

"Dusk? Land sakes, get yerself around here!" Applejack called out, weakly waving a hoof to his side.

A purple unicorn appeared in Sweet's view, Dusk Shine indeed but more than that was a stiff member jutting from between his hind legs perfectly viewable from this vantage.

"I'm not sure if I should do what you did. Maybe he deserves a break?" But Sweet could easily pick out the indecision in his voice and gently waved for him to come over.

"Oh no! His mouth's just waitin' for somethin' tasty, right hon'?"

Sweet smacked his lips, lifting his head until it was just the right height. "C'mon, sweetie, I'm feeling thirsty."

Dusk's cheeks lit up but he closed the distance between them immediately upon hearing Sweet utter those words. Without waiting for instruction he moved himself over the stallion until his member was right before his lips.

"S-So, what do I do-oooo..." His voice trailed off into a throaty moan as he felt Sweet extend his tongue over the tip of his aching member.

"Mmmph! C'mon Dusk, gimme a taste." Sweet cooed, holding his mouth open for the stallion.

Applejack, below, had slowed down considerably to watch the two. His thrusts were slow and even, Sweet's rump quickly having clenched down on the remaining cock.

"A-Alright, just go easy on me-NNGH!" Dusk leaned forward, slowly pushing his member past Sweet's lips and reached out to take hold of his rump. It was so... soft and smooth, perfect for holding. But more than that was the way the stallion's lips latched onto him, sucking tightly.

Sweet giddily swallowed the first few spurts of pre that erupted from Dusk's cock, the slightly-salty-slightly-sweet fluid proving to be just what he was missing. A pair of heavy balls bobbed before his eyes and he lifted a hoof from out under Applejack to give a gentle tug at Dusk's leg.

The stallion realised what was being asked of him and continued pushing forward, forcing more of his cock in even past the medial ring.

"Oh Celestia." Dusk whispered, legs shaking as he lay his head against Sweet's behind.

Sweet readily accepted the invading member into the back of his throat, right until he felt his nose touch against the base of it and despite wishing too, there was no way for him to moan. Especially given that Applejack had started picking up on his pace again.

"Alright, Dusk, here's what we're gonna do-"

"What the hay! You guys started without us?"