After sunset and a filling dinner served by the Pie sisters, Jet and Shadow sat in front of the empty fireplace as they each sipped at the drinks of their preference. It was rather surprising to both that there was so much high quality Sweet Apple Acres cider available - their surprise much to Pinkie’s amusement - but weren’t ones to refuse such high quality beverages to slake their thirst. While Jet had happily accepted hard cider, Shadow had taken a soft. He’d never developed a taste for alcohol, and the one time he’d let himself get drunk, it hadn’t been pretty.

Leaning back into the sofa, Jetstream let out a relaxed sigh. “That was fun!” he proclaimed smugly, knowing that Shadow was close to closing in on himself again and that the surest way to stop that was to needle him.

“Fun?” Shadow demanded snidely, turning to glower at Jet. “How are you not sore?” He winced, rubbing his neck where turning it had caused a brief spasm of pain.

“Oh, but I am!” Jet replied teasingly. “In all the right ways! Kind of like Trixie was when you were done with her-”

Shadow’s hand clenched convulsively, crushing the empty can of cider. He blinked, pushing the thoughts that triggered such a reaction from his mind. “So...there’s going to be more of this tomorrow?” he asked morosely.

“More than likely,” Jet confirmed happily. “And the day after that...and the day after that…”

The groan that issued from Shadow’s mouth as he lay back on the sofa was somewhere between frustrated and resigned. “I just hope I’ll be able to take a hot bath at some point…”

“That can be arranged!” Pinkie Pie piped up perkily as she pranced into the room, her sisters following along behind. Maud walked in calmly, with Limestone all but stomping in behind her. Marble, for her part, was trying to hide behind everypony else.

“Hey girls!” Jet called happily, turning to look at them over the couch, whistling appreciatively as he saw they were all dressed for bed. Maud, Limestone, and Marble were in matching, color-coded nightdresses that fit their not insubstantial curves quite nicely, the thin fabric managing to accomplish the delectable combination of complete modesty with zero actual concealment. Pinkie wore a similar nightdress, though where the others’ went all the way down to their knees, hers stopped just below her hips and swayed with her every bouncing movement. “Did you need something?”

“Well...there is one itsy bitsy, teeny weeny thing you could both help us with,” Pinkie wheedled.

“As long as it’s not too strenuous,” Shadow grunted sourly.

“Don’t be such a buzz kill!” Jet chided, elbowing Shadow playfully in the side. He then turned back to Pinkie and Maud. “So what do you girls need?”

“We’re all out of cream frosting,” Maud replied sedately, her voice the same monotone Shadow and Jet had been hearing from her all day. “So we were hoping to milk your throbbing meat shafts to get your supply to smear all over our breasts before licking each other clean.”

For a full minute, both stallions were stunned silent, whether from the content of Maud’s statement or the monotone of her delivery, one couldn’t be certain. Shadow was the first to speak up. “The fu-”

“-ck yes!” Jet finished eagerly.

“...as if Jetstream's absurd euphemisms aren't bad enough to deal with.” Shadow rolled his eyes. “No offense, but as appealing as that sounds, I'm afraid that I'll have to decline.”

“Excuse us, ladies.” Jetstream pulled Shadow by the arm to the corner of the room. “Dude! What the hell is wrong with you?!” he asked in a terse whisper, as not to be overheard.

“I'm. Sore. What part of that don't you understand?” Shadow responded in kind

“Then toughen the hell up! You are not gonna be a cockblock because you can't handle a full day's work!”

“Oh, shut up! If you want to bed them so badly, then do so. Just leave me out of it!”

“Uh, newsflash, Shadow! They asked the both of us to help them out! That means that it's either both of us, or none of us! And I need some action!”

“We just had a threesome with Trixie not even twenty-four hours ago, Jet!”

“Stop living in the past!”

Shadow facepalmed himself, “You’re incorrigible.”

A thought occurred to Jetstream. “Say, can one of you girls help the weenie loosen up before we-”

Maud punched Shadow hard near the base of his spine.

“Gyah! ...say that’s better.” Shadow was leaning back and forth, finally relieved that the bothersome pain was gone.

“Good. Now fuck me.” Maud demanded with the same, bland monotone voice.

“Woah, woah, woah! Hold your horses, Maud!” Pinkie interjected, “We said that we'd let Limestone and Marble have dibs on the guys!”

“It would benefit them more if they saw how it's supposed to be done.”

“Oh, you silly filly! There's no real method to follow! You just gotta be nice and wet and make sure that the stallion’s iffy stiffy is really stiffy and slick too!”

“Neither of which is the case as yet,” Maud pointed out blandly, gesturing from Jetstream and Shadow to Marble and Limestone.

Pinkie bit her lip as she considered that. Glancing over at Marble and Limestone, she noticed that while Limestone was raring - practically roaring - to go, Marble was about a few seconds away from hiding. Also, Limestone seemed a little too aggressive, and might get a bit too rough. Not only that, Pinkie couldn't deny she did want a turn. "Well...I suppose..."

“We’re in agreement, then,” Maud confirmed. “Since I had to fix him up, I get the unicorn first.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Shadow voiced in concern.

“No,” the stoic mare replied. Without missing a beat, she grabbed Shadow by the shirt, clenching her fist in such a way that escape was virtually impossible, and used her surprisingly considerable strength to push the stallion back until they toppled on the couch. She then straddled him, and almost forcefully pressed her hungry, longing lips against his in the most passionate, desperate kiss he had undoubtedly ever experienced.

Shadow could only fall back in surprise. While not the most aggressive approach he’d ever experienced, it was far more forceful than he expected. All he could do was let Maud take the lead, struggling to gather his mind.

It was almost as if she was sucking the air out of his lungs. While it wasn’t an inexperienced kiss in the least, it definitely felt out of practice. However, it didn’t take long for the mare to find her rhythm, rough and desperate as it was. She slung her arms around the night unicorn’s neck, moving her hips against his rapidly hardening shaft. She didn’t even wait for his member to be fully hard before she shamelessly reached into Shadow’s pants and pulled it out, stroking it somewhat roughly.

Maud just stared at the penis as she continued to rub him off, “Cock. You are a cock. Gray. You are gray. Like a cock. Which you are. Cock.”

Pinkie Pie giggled, “Oh, Maud, you’re so poetic even when you’re lost in the thralls of coitus!”

“...You call that being lost in the thralls of coitus?” Jetstream asked, clearly confused.

“Duh! Can’t you see how happy she is?” Pinkie replied.

“Happy?! She looks like she’s enjoying herself as much as a normal pony enjoys a damn root canal!”

“Oh, she loves those, too!”

Jetstream blinked, “...really?”

Shadow found himself staring down at the mare in his lap, roughly stroking his shaft. As he stared, though, she looked him right in the eye. “As much as I like rocks, they don’t make good sexual partners. They don’t respond much. You aren’t a rock, so stop sitting like one and respond.”

“As you wish,” he responded simply, much like he would on full bravado. Following the precedence that she set, he grabbed her dress by the collar and ripped it open in one go. Her supple, perfectly rounded breasts fell free, her nipples already perked up from the little they’ve done. Not wasting a moment, he pinched her nipple on one breast between his index finger and thumb, while latching his mouth on the other.

“Mmm. The stimulation of my nipples is making me feel...hot. I can feel my clit swelling in a most shameful manner.”

Jetstream had to bite his tongue to keep from bursting out in laughter at her monotone dirty talk. It was both sexy and almost absurd at the same time, however, one stern look from Limestone was all it took to shut him up.

“RRR! Why don’t you just stick it in already and get it over with?!” Limestone complained.

“Because there’s more to it than just sticking it in and going to pound town.” Jetstream responded, “Contrary to popular belief a mare doesn’t...you know what? Just sit back and watch the show. You’ll learn a thing or two.”

While the discussion was going on, Shadow decided to take Maud’s words - the only response he was getting - to heart as far as how to give her more of what she wanted. Sliding his free hand slowly down her belly, he found her swelling clit and began to gently tease it with his fingertips, knowing just how sensitive that part of the anatomy was.

“Mmm. That feels good. Don't stop.” Although her tone betrayed her words, the fact that she was wriggling from his soft, calculated touch was proof that there was truth to her statement, not to mention that there was a puddle of her love juices forming on the couch, removing all doubt. “Dandelion Wine was very good at clitoral stimulation. You’re not half-bad yourself.”

Shadow’s eyebrow raised at her words. While not nearly as prone to bouts of competitiveness as Jetstream could be on occasion, it felt to him that Maud had thrown down the gauntlet. “Really?” he asked challengingly. “We’ll just have to see if I can raise your opinion of me.” He began trailing his finger around her clit teasingly, not quite touching it before suddenly applying gentle pressure, only to pull back and stroke her nether lips. He worked a rhythm, but mixed up his stimulations so she couldn’t get used to them. Up above, he released her pinched nipple to squeeze her breast, occasionally flicking her nipple up and down rapidly with one finger.

Pinkie giggled. “Ooo! He's teasing her a lot!”

“I'm getting bored already!” Limestone complained.

“Aw! You don't wanna take a look at Maud getting her brains rutted out while learning a thing or two?” Pinkie gestured to the stoic mare.

“But I'm not learning anything!”

“Hmm...I have a suggestion, then,” Maud started. “As good as Shadow is at this, and as hot as he's making me, I think you and I should take the stallions to different rooms with Limestone coming with me, and Marble going with you. Limestone is more of a hands on learner anyways.”

“Not a bad idea, Maud,” Shadow murmured, gently releasing her, though giving her more sensitive areas one last squeeze for good measure. “Though you might have to hold her down so I can get her ready. From the sound of it, she’s liable to try and jump me dry, and that would just hurt her.” His eyes lit up as a sudden idea hit him. “Though if visual stimulation doesn’t do anything for her, maybe we should blindfold her. I know from experience that makes the physical stimulation all the more intense.”

“Heh, heh, going with the ole blindfold fetish of yours then, Shadow?” Jet chimed in.

“It's not so much my fetish as much as it is making Limestone’s arousal a priority.” Shadow responded.

“Uh, I'm right here! Stop talking around me like that!” Limestone growled.

“...maybe some bondage would be in order too. She's way too aggressive, possibly due to sexual repression.” Jet facepalmed.

“If that was an attempt at humor, it's a poor one.” Shadow rolled his eyes.

“It wasn't,” he deadpanned.

About to retort, Shadow paused, actually giving Jetstream’s words some thought. “Hmm...while not what I would normally use for someone’s first time, you may actually have a point there. The problem there would be how to keep her still without hurting her or risking her injuring herself-”

“Hey!” Limestone shouted out angrily, slamming her fist against the wall. “What did I just say? Talk to me, not around me!”

“Fine,” Shadow responded intensely, standing up to stand over her. “I’ll tell you exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to tie you down and blindfold you, tear your clothes off your body and stimulate your every sensitive point until you can barely think from pleasure. Then I’m going to take your blindfold off and fuck your sister right in front of you so you can see what it feels like, before doing the same to you.”

Limestone’s face paled slightly, but her expression tightened, “Then let’s go.”

Jetstream chuckled when he saw a blush spread across Limestone’s face. It would seem that, in this case, her belligerence was bravado after all. The same, however, couldn’t be said about Marble. She was all but hiding behind Pinkie Pie, looking as if she was ready to run for the hills.

Shadow turned to Maud. “Do you have some bindings and a blindfold I can use? That will work better than trying to work it makeshift, and if nothing else it’ll feel better than rope on her wrists.”

“I have an assortment of such things in my room, yes.” Maud answered, “Dandelion Wine was fond of such...kinky activities.”

You do?” Limestone asked, raising her eyebrow. “How come I’ve never seen them?”

“You never asked to see them. I am very good at hiding things.” the stoic mare replied. “Come, Shadow Spell. We’ll educate her as thoroughly as possible.” She grabs the night unicorn by the wrist with her considerable strength, nearly dragging him to the room.

“H-hey! Don’t forget me!” Limestone yelled indignantly.

Jetstream had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from laughing. He turns to Pinkie and Marble, “So...what now?”

Pinkie frowned as she glanced between Jetstream and Marble. “Hmm...I think maybe we might have overdid it getting Limestone ready for your friend there. She looks a little horritized...or should it be traumafied? Either way, we need to slow things down a bit. Come on!” Grabbing both Jetstream and Marble by their wrists, she dragged them back to her bedroom before slamming the door.

Marble instantly let out a startled squeak before dashing to the furthest corner from Jetstream and huddling behind the desk.

“Sheesh! You have a tighter grip than I would’ve guessed!” Jetstream complained, rubbing his wrist and moving it in circles to work the strain out. He wasn’t lost upon Marble’s nervousness. It didn’t take a genius to realize that things weren’t going so well at the moment, and as such, Jetstream was trying to think of a way to break the ice without terrifying the poor mare. This was entirely new territory for him, since he never had to deal with shy mares before. “Heh, sorry for the awkwardness. Would it make you feel better if Pinkie and I just let you go at your own pace? No pressure or anything…”

Pinkie put a finger to Jetstream’s lips to shush him. “Jetty, I know you mean well, but letting her go at her own pace is why she’s as old as she is and can’t even meet a stallion’s gaze, let alone hold his hand or kiss him. She could give my friend Fluttershy lessons in being shy. At least Fluttershy talks to her animals.” Leaning in, she planted a warm kiss right on Jet’s lips before pulling back. “You’re right to be gentle with Marble, but we are going to need to push her.” Reaching over, Pinkie grabbed hold of Marble’s wrist and plopped her down in Jet’s lap. Marble predictably froze up as she sat straddling a stallion for the first time in her life, muzzle to muzzle with him. “Now you just be gentle and loosen her up,” Pinkie instructed, wrapping her arms around Marble from behind and holding her tight, nibbling on Marble’s neck and getting a startled moan out of her.

Jetstream’s jaw dropped as he saw Pinkie nibbling on Marble’s neck, completely stunned that she’d do that to her own sister. However, the increasing pressure he felt in his pants was evidence enough that the sight was also strangely hot. He shook his head a few times to snap himself out of his daze. Pinkie just gave him an opening. He had to take it now. First thing’s first, he had to get Marble to relax. He started by gently running his hands up and down her curvaceous sides, and locked onto her eyes for any sign of discomfort or uncertainty. Most of all, he was paying attention to her body language, to see if she would relax any. He wouldn’t proceed further until some of her tension was alleviated.

Marble let out several startled squeaks from Jet’s ministrations, her cheeks turning even brighter red as she felt his hands so familiarly on her body. She wriggled in his lap, whether to get more comfortable or to try and escape it was impossible to tell. Pinkie got a surprised yelp out of Marble by bringing her hands up to blatantly grope her sister’s breasts, followed by a pleased moan. Under cover of the moan, Pinkie hissed at Jet, “Kiss her, dodo!”

Jetstream gave Pinkie a brief sheepish grin before doing as he was instructed. Leaning forward, he met his lips with hers in mid moan, muffling the sound as his tongue gently caressed hers. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but a gentle, almost caring, kiss. One that was slow, but deliberate. Lust fueled, but controlled. He slid one hand behind her neck, and gently deepened the kiss, gradually adding more passion to it with each passing moment.

Marble’s moan turned into a startled gasp, but she soon relaxed into it, leaning into the gentle kiss as Pinkie continued her encouraging ministrations. After a time, she gently slid one of Jet’s hands down to Marble’s shapely rump, squeezing it through Jet’s hand to silently encourage him.

Marble’s trembling was all the evidence Jet needed to take things from there. It wouldn't be long now before the initial awkwardness would pass. A few more minutes...then we can really start.

“H-hey! Take it easy with the buckles!” Limestone demanded. “It's pulling my fur!”

“Don’t fight it. Just let it happen,” Maud replied, fastening the buckles on her wrist. Shadow, for his part, had to remind himself that it wasn't a thinly veiled threat. It was just Maud’s unreasonably dispassionate voice.

“Are you guys finished yet?!”

“I just need to secure your right leg.” Shadow replied, making a concentrated effort to place the strap just above her hoof so as not to cause any possible chafing and/or restrict blood flow.

“I told you we should have blindfolded her first,” Maud pointed out dryly.

Shadow rolled his eyes. “And I told you that from experience I know that she would have just struggled more. It’s hard enough getting full extent binding as-ah!” The final click indicated that she was strapped securely to the bed, her limbs tied to each of Maud’s suspiciously well placed bedposts. “There we go.”

Maud turned to Shadow. “I hope you don't mind the audience,” she said, making a sweeping gesture with her hand to her rock collection on the many shelves that decorated all sides of her wall.

Shadow raised an eyebrow. She would consider inanimate objects as an audience? “Well...it wouldn't be the first time I've done this while under surveillance,” he said, deciding it would be better to just humor her.

“Good. I like to be watched. It turns me on so much.” she replied, straddling her legs across Limestone’s torso, blindfold in hand.

The sight was enough to make Shadow look on with vested interest.

“H-hey!” Limestone protested, “I thought Shadow was supposed to-"

“Shh…” Maud shushed gently, leaning forward to tie the fabric across her sister’s eyes, (which had the added effect of having her reasonably large breasts pressed against Limestone’s face). She turned to Shadow, gesturing to Limestone. A clear indication that it was time to for him to start.

Not wasting any time, Shadow made his way to the bed, analyzing his approach much like he would any other objective that was assigned to him. He’d told Limestone that once she was tied down and blindfolded, he would tear her clothes off before stimulating her every sensitive point until her mind went numb from pleasure, but she would be expecting that first...and once blindfolded, the greatest pleasure came from the unexpected. As such, he moved in, tracing the curves of her body with a single finger through the thin nightshirt that in truth concealed nothing, following every hill and valley of her figure as he teased and tantalized her, randomly jumping from one spot to another, determined to make her all the more eager for what was to come while not yet giving her what she thought she wanted.

Every slight touch, every slight gesture was having its intended effect and making the eldest Pie tremble with equal parts pleasure and anticipation, her breath becoming more shaky as his deft, well-practiced hands ventured further down her body.

“Hm. She’s more receptive than even I would have thought she’d be,” Maud said, her voice devoid of any emotion as if she was making a dispassionate observation. Perhaps she was. Jetstream was usually the one who could discern such things.

He always did concern himself with unnecessary distractions.

“Ahh…!” Limestone moaned. It took Shadow a moment to realize that he was already tracing her outer lips with a single finger, using the lightest of pressure. The technique was so well practiced, he hardly had to think about doing it, and it happened on its own when his mind wandered while thus engaged.

Seems I’m prone to such distractions from time to time as well, he mused to himself. Trailing his other hand back up, his fingers found Limestone’s nipples practically cutting through her nightdress on their own, and knew his gentle ministrations had left her as sensitive as he could possibly make her. It was time to change gears.

Surrounding his hand with silent magic so Limestone wouldn’t feel any contact, Shadow reached up and gripped the neckline of the front of her nightdress and gave a hard yank. To her senses, it would seem as though her nightdress had suddenly decided to tear itself open in front to expose her intensely sensitive body to the cold air that now caressed her hot flesh.

“Ah! What just happened?! Is there a ghost here?!” Limestone gasped in dismay.

Shadow faced Maud and held a finger to his lips, indicating Maud was to stay silent just now. A silent glow came to his horn, pale grey and faint so it did not actually add to the light in the room. Limestone suddenly felt her body assaulted by hands, tongues, and hot breath on her breasts, her belly, her nipples, her inner thighs, her ears, her rear, and her nethers, feeling fingers spreading her nether lips as a tongue plunged in, as though she was being simultaneously stimulated by five different stallions at once, all of whom feeling exactly the same if she was able to focus enough to realize that. Now that gentle ministration had made her as sensitive as possible, it was time to drive her absolutely wild with intensity. For Maud’s benefit, the hands, lips, and tongues were visible as a faint grey glow, though the light would not penetrate Limestone’s blindfold.

Limestone was moaning loudly, the combined stimulation driving her wild; arching her back and shaking her head from side to side while mumbling incoherently through the thralls of passion. Every so often, a particularly intense surge of stimulation would make her scream in pleasure, though it sometimes sounded like half a curse as she tried and failed to act as tough as she thought she should, her resistance slowly breaking down.

Maud, keeping true to her word, remained silent. However, seeing the ministrations her sister was getting made her equally hot, if her hand snaking its way to her marehood was any indication. It was made all the more evident when Shadow heard the faintest of wet sounds coming from her.

Good. That’ll be one less task for me to worry about. But for now…
Shadow mused to himself

“Rut me!” Limestone demanded earnestly. “I can’t take it anymore! Just rut me already!”

Smirking, Shadow withdrew his magic from stimulating her before pulling the blindfold off her. “I told you what I was going to do,” he whispered as he moved to behind Maud, his voice a balance between seductive and menacing. “Tear your clothes off, drive you wild in pleasure…” His hands snaked around Maud, one grasping her breast firmly while the other plunged fingers into her folds. “And then rut Maud’s brains out while you watched.”

Author's Note

And we're back in business! That was a far longer hiatus than I intended to have, but life happens. For now, I hope you all enjoy!