DR. WHOOVES IN: FUTAQUESTRIA: THE BOOK: THE MOVIE: THE GAME

by Alsvid

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Original Character, Sex, Comedy, Human, Doctor Whooves, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 9708

Dr. Whooves (who is a girl) has some blistering adventures in a magical world.

Dr. Whooves, in her most intense adventure yet! Yes, folks - HER! In this epic saga of futanari pony-humans, and the pony-humans who love them, discover what happens when your favorite Time-Lord-Pony is a girl! A Very Special Girl, at that.

Will Dr. Whooves ever get to set all the clocks in Ponyville without being interrupted by other amorous pony-humans? How does she wear pants? What's her bra size? Does she like tie-side panties? FIND OUT HERE.

This fic is dedicated to The Coolest Guy In FimFiction. <3

Published 2014-08-11 09:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-14 03:56:25 UTC

I. Start The Clock!!! Go! Go! Go!

I. Start The Clock!!! Go! Go! Go!

PREAMBLE ON PHYSICS AND COSMOLOGY:

Cosmologist Max Tegmark hypothesized that the universe as we know it is but a complex mathematical structure, repeating itself endlessly in infinitely possible solutions, encompassing every possible scenario at once.

I am not a physicist, so if you are interested in this scenario, please read Max Tegmark's book "Our Mathematical Universe" to gain more detailed understanding of the hypothesis in question.

Assuming that MLPVerse also has manifold infinite universes, all containing different realizations of the world as we know it, this story is set in Multiverse #6969.96, popularly known as Futaquestria .96 (to distinguish it from the other Futaquestrias) by some clever wags who have broached the subject in their own explorations.

Now, let us zoom in, through the clouds and the skies of Futaquestria, upon the continent of Equestria, within the streets of Ponyville, on a small Tudor-style cottage two stories high, with white-and-black walls.

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A small bedroom, fussily decorated with blue wallpaper, a big, plush bed with lacy white sheets, a blue blanket, and an oil lamp, half-full. An armoire constructed from cherry wood stands guard at one wall, accompanied by a small, squat bookshelf jam-packed with books, and next to the bed is a small oak night-table, upon an alarm clock, a whiskey flask, and a tumbler sit, as well as an ashtray.

BRIIIIIIIING!!!

The alarm clock started ringing.

A slim arm shot out from under the blanket nearby, slapping the clock off the table.

Then it pulled the blanket back, revealing a fresh-faced girl of about 20 years or so, average in height, with creamy white skin and short-shorn dark amber hair, currently tousled from sleep.

Her naked body is thin, with the shallow curves of bone and firm muscle visible, drawing one's gaze to her large, round white breasts the size of cantaloupes, capped with plump rose-pink nipples, her flat belly trailing downward into a thatch of dark amber hair between her smooth thighs.

Above her belly, her rigid, swollen cock describes a graceful arch, the smooth white skin of her shaft hued pink with the blood suffusing its flesh, the blunt, rounded glans a dark pink color, almost red, the slit at the tip drooling a clear, gooey fluid. Thick veins like cords jut out under the smooth skin of her shaft, pulsing faintly with the girl's heartbeat.

Large, smooth white testes like eggs, only twice the size, nestled between the girl's thighs, show similar networks of veins under the soft skin.

Before she can roll over, another hand reaches out from the blanket pile - this one with nails tipped in blue-and-white polish. It clamps firmly around the girl's forearm.

"Colgate!" the girl murmurs, sleepily. "I really must get up. It's a big day today."

"Is it reeeeaally, Doctor?" Colgate threw off the blanket, smiling lazily. She was somewhat smaller than the Doctor, shorter in height, more compact, with slimmer hips, heavy white breasts like zeppelins thrusting out at her front, a plump butt - the protrusion jutting out over her trim tummy was anything but small, however, being at best an inch shorter than the Doctor's, but a bit thicker around, with a fearsomely swollen pink glans almost touching her tits. Her hair was strewn about her shoulders and back, giving her the look of a nubile young goddess. "You always say that!"

"It always is. Anything could happen. Really," the Doctor said, wriggling free of Colgate's grasping fingers, and rolling over - baring the peach-like, plush curves of her asscheeks. One, of course, bore an hourglass mark.

"And anyway, I have summons from Princess Celestia..."

"Princess Celestia? Wow! We're gonna see the Princess today? You shoulda said something earlier!"

Dr. Whooves ruffled Colgate's white-and-blue hair in a friendly manner, and then sat up with a yawn, stretching her arms over her head. "I did tell you."

She bent down, reaching under the bed and feeling around a little. "Ah!" Dr. Whooves straightened, producing a small, flat tin box. She opened it, took out a small jar filled with fluffy green stuff covered in crystals, and a tightly wrapped cigar. The label on the cigar wrapping read "MANEHATTAN MASTERS".

"When?" Colgate demanded.

"Last night." Dr. Whooves unwrapped the cigar, licked it briefly, wincing at the bitter tobacco taste, and then peeled the leaf off.

"I don't remember."

"Honestly, Colgate," Dr. Whooves said, mildly, cracking the cigar open. She dumped the tobacco inside out the bedroom window. She opened the jar, taking out a finger-sized bud of the crystally green stuff, and pinched it between her fingers, grinding it up into bits. When it was quite full, she began rolling the cigar back together, sealing it with a lick. Then she licked the cigar leaf, which she had carefully kept, and then wrapped THAT around the cigar. She took out her Sonic Screwdriver, enabled the Lighter function, and produced a tiny tongue of flame, which she then began to bake the freshly rolled cigar with.

"Was it before or after the consultation with the Wonderbolts?" Colgate inquired, bouncing up as well.

Dr. Whooves snickered. "Consultation?" She lit the blunt and inhaled deeply, the tip glowing a bright orange, like a staring eye.

"...that's what it was, wasn't it?" Colgate said, a tinge of red rising in her face.

"Not after you exploded all over one of their star members, it wasn't," Dr. Whooves said, while exhaling thick white smoke. She coughed, put a hand to her breast, and coughed again.

Colgate's flush deepened. She crossed her arms under her breasts, lifting her melons up and outward. "She liked it!"

"Which brings us to my next point, dear Colgate. An orgy and a consultation are two entirely different things."

Further debate was interrupted as another girl entered the room. She was practically the twin of Colgate, except her hair was blonde-and-white, and her eyes had bright pink irises.

She was wearing a Canterlot Maid's regalia, except it was much too small to contain her bulging breasts, and, of course, her tumescent cock, forcing her to let the bulky pillar of smooth white flesh peek out over the front of her dress.

"Don't you ever knock, Palmolive?" Colgate said, with a cute pout, sticking out her lower lip.

Dr. Whooves attempted to calm Colgate down by offering her the blunt. Colgate accepted gratefully and took a huge hit. She half-lidded her eyes, wisps of smoke seeping from her mouth, before she let out her breath in a whoosh of smoke. Immediately she began coughing profusely, wheezing a little. "Dr. Whooves, your Gallifrey weed is too dank," she whispered weakly, before taking another, smaller, hit.

Palmolive brushed Colgate's question off entirely. "Why should I? At any rate, you two really must get up! I've been running the bath for over a half hour now, and adding just enough bubble bath was really hard work..."

Palmolive strode over to the bed, hands on her hips, standing over the two. "Give me that," she said irritably, as Colgate went off into another fit of coughs. She intercepted the blunt and began taking short, sharp hits off it, while flaring her nostrils and exhaling through them.

"Yes, wanking off does tend to tire one out," Dr. Whooves observed, drily, the white sclera of her eyes taking on a light red tinge, the lids lowering ever so slightly.

Palmolive blushed furiously. Colgate bounced over to her, sitting up with a mischievous grin. She planted her hands on the bed, kicked her long, smooth legs up in the air, and trapped Palmolive's swollen pink glans between the arches of her feet.

"Colgate, don't. She'll soap up the whole bedroom," Dr. Whooves admonished her gently. She poured herself a glass of whiskey and tossed it back, squeezing her eyes shut as the liquor burner her mouth and throat. "Mother of Celestia, that's spicy," she muttered to herself, snatching the blunt away from Palmolive and taking a long, soothing hit from it. Her futacock twitched upward, throbbing with the warm waves of euphoria the smoke sent pouring through her body. Her nipples reddened and swelled visibly, stiffening upon her round white breasts.

"Hey! You ever wonder how come Palmolive's soap is safe to drink? Regular soap makes my stomach hurt if I even so much as taste a drop!" Colgate pretended not to hear Dr. Whooves's admonishments, as she squeezed Palmolive's glans with her blue-and-white nailed toes.

"Certain soaps are edible, Colgate," Dr. Whooves explained.

Palmolive shut her eyes, clasping her hands together as a moan rose from her throat. Her cock gave a lurch between Colgate's arches, the glans throbbing as it squirted clear pink fluid over Colgate's feet.

"Ew...bubble bath precum," Colgate said, pretending to be disgusted.

"I did tell you," Dr. Whooves said. "Now you'll slip when you walk."

"Lick me clean!"

"No!" both Palmolive and Dr. Whooves said, at the same time.

"And anyway, you haven't had your bath yet. They're probably all sweaty," Palmolive added, scrunching her eyebrows in disgust.

Colgate pouted. "Meeeeh." She withdrew her legs from Palmolive and swung her feet back and forth.

"That reminds me," Dr. Whooves said, standing up and striding over to the door. "I'm dying for a piss," she told them, matter-of-factly.

"You see, Colgate? You kept the Doctor waiting long enough already!" Palmolive said. "Allow me to help, Doctor! It'll only be a moment!"

Both of them left Colgate in the bedroom. Colgate scrambled off the bed. "Hey! No fair! I wanna help, too! Waiiiiiiit!"

She sprinted over to the door, skidding a little, and followed them out.

________

Colgate and Palmolive gripped the Doctor's rigid length in their hands, forcing it at a somewhat downward angle.

With a low grunt, the Doctor let fly with a radiant stream of golden liquid, her cock twitching in the grip of the two girls.

"Ahhhhhhhh..." Dr. Whooves gave a soft sigh of contentment, and shut her eyes, spreading her thighs ever so slightly.

Palmolive shivered, licking her lips. Sensing an opportunity, Colgate let go of the Doctor's length.

"Colgate!" Palmolive snapped. The Doctor, engulfed in the pleasure of urination, did not notice.

Colgate swiped a finger along Palmolive's tautly stretched frenulum, forcing a gasp of surprise out of her.

Palmolive's hands and arms shook. Suddenly, she let go of the Doctor's cock. It sprang upward, slapping Dr. Whooves's breasts.

Gold urine sprayed all over the ceiling. Dr. Whooves snapped her eyes open at the discordant splashing sounds, and frowned at the two girls.

"You two are incorrigible! I have told you before..."

"Palmolive let go," Colgate said, quickly,

"You made me!" Palmolive said.

"Did not," Colgate shot back. She glanced up at the spots on the ceiling. "Ugh...it'll start to smell, too. It's a hot day," Colgate said.

Palmolive brightened up. "Not if I can help it! Colgate, I'm going to need to need a hand..."

Colgate knelt down in front of Palmolive, wrapping her fingers around Palmolive's rigid shaft. She grinned up at Palmolive, pumping her hands up and down. "Like this?"

Palmolive half-lidded her eyes, placing her hands on the sink, arching her back as waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body, giving her a shake. "Ahn~....yes, that's it..."

Colgate bent forward and lapped at Palmolive's huge, swollen pink glans with her tongue, bathing it with her saliva. She thrust her tongue at Palmolive's sensitive spots, forcing moans and gasps of pleasure from the girl.

Colgate pressed her lips against the underside of Palmolive's cock, slurping up the clear, gooey liquid bubbling out of the slit at the tip.

Palmolive rolled her hips back and forth, swaying her plump butt, gasping. "Nnnnh....ah...oooh....that feels good...!"

Colgate narrowed her eyes, readying the finishing blow. She mashed her lips against the slit at the tip of Palmolive's glans. The rubbery slit drooled against her mouth, gooey liquid with a slightly sweet, cherry-like flavor tickling her tongue.

Then she thrust her tongue into the slit.

"Ohhhhh! OOOOOH! Oh! Ah! Ah! Hya~!"
Palmolive's eyes rolled back up, her mouth lolling open, saliva rolling down her lips, a shiver rolling down her spine. Her hands shook as she gripped the sink as if for dear life.

Colgate pulled away from Palmolive's glans just in time before a thick gout of hot white cream blasted out of her twitching, throbbing length, showering the ceiling and wall in layers of soapcum.

Palmolive sweated and twitched and moaned in the grips of orgasm, before collapsing back against the sink, her butt hitting the sink cupboard doors with a bump. The ropes of cum erupting from her cock dwindled to spurts, then drips, and then mere pearls of cum dribbling from her cumslit.

Dr. Whooves brought them both back into the present with a positively theatric clearing of her throat. "That will do," she said.

Colgate stood up, rubbing soapcum from her mouth. "*Hic* 'scuse me. Some got in my throat," she explained, as she burped up a soap bubble.

"Sorry," Palmolive gasped, breathing heavily. She propelled herself off the sink, attempting to act as though nothing had happened. "I'll rinse that off! You two had better have your bath! Especially you, Colgate. You're all wet." She chuckled at her own small joke, and began soaking a washcloth with water from the sink.

"Sure thing, sis! C'mon, Doctor!" Colgate said, before hopping in the bathtub.

Dr. Whooves heaved a small sigh, folding her arms under her heavy breasts. "Colgate, you're certainly a handful."

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After much splashing, with Palmolive finding herself having another bath quite without intending to - clothes and all - the Doctor and her colleagues were brushing their teeth, or at least attempting to begin doing so.

It was Colgate's turn to be molested now, and she was making it quite difficult.

"Hmph! I don't pop as quickly as you do! You'll have to do better than that."

Colgate licked her lips, and tried to grin at Palmolive as she said this, but the effect was ruined by her quivering futa-cock squirting Palmolive's face with sticky, minty-fresh precum. Her face was flushed, dripping with sweat.

"If we're ever going to brush our teeth, Palmolive, you really must squeeze it out of her." Dr. Whooves was toweling herself dry with a large, fluffy blue towel as she watched the proceedings.

"I'm...trying....my arms are getting tired..." Palmolive puffed, squeezing Colgate's swollen cock in her hands, pumping it along its length from root to tip.

"It's not that large!" Colgate huffed.

"Colgate, remember that she was up here for a while making the bubble-bath for us. Between hers and yours, her hands really have been quite busy," Dr. Whooves reasoned with her. "Palmolive, scootch aside, would you? I'll give it a try."

Colgate's eyes widened. She attempted to wiggle away from Dr. Whooves. "W-Wait a minute! I'm doing fine with Palmolive! She just needs-"

"There's no time!" Dr. Whooves said. "Hold still! I'll use a very special Gallifreyan technique..."

She knelt down next to Palmolive, throwing the towel around her shoulders like an improptu cape, cupping her melons in her hands - even with her fingers outstretched, they spilled outward from her grasp.

"And...take this!" Dr. Whooves grunted, arching her back forward abruptly. Colgate's shaft plunged right into the Doctor's soft, warm, water-slicked cleavage.

Colgate stiffened abruptly, her jaw dropping, her eyes going wide. "....Nnnngh...! Guh...." She arched, trembling as if shed just been jabbed with an electrified rod.

The Doctor prudently closed her eyes. Palmolive covered her face with her hands.

Colgate's hips rose, her sac pulling tight against her body as her swollen she-cock pulsed eagerly between Doctor Whoove's breasts, bulging along its length as cum rocketed up her shaft - her slick pink glans swelled as the slit at the tip quivered, spitting drops of cum - then a blast of thick blue-and-white goo shot into the air. Colgate groaned and shivered as she ejaculated with every bit of strength she could summon, her mind and nerves melting in her body with white-hot pleasure, her heart hammering like a steam engine at full bore.

"Hyah....ngah.....uhhhhhngh....."

Colgate collapsed against the Doctor, panting, her body soaked in vaguely minty-smelling sweat, her hair sticking to her head, her pert breasts mashing against the Doctor's with each gulp of air she sucked in.

Doctor Whooves winked at Palmolive, who was breathing hard at the show. "Well? Should be enough toothpaste, I reckon," she said.

Author's Note

Yes, this is a lot like a Fanatic Fetish thing.

Palmolive is Colgate's OC sister in this story. Because Colgate and Palmolive are part of the same company, Palmolive makes soap, blah blah blah.

There is no Rule 63 of Dr. Whooves for some reason, so if someone wants to make one for my cover page, that'd be cool. You could also draw Palmolive as well if you want, that's cool too.

II. A Royal Spread.

Awhile later, Dr. Whooves and her entourage left to go have breakfast at Ponyville's best cafe.

Colgate was wearing one of her favorite t-shirts - red, with white lettering that said "SOME PEOPLE ARE FUTA - DEAL WITH IT!" The dents her nipples put in the front of the shirt suggested a distinct lack of a bra underneath. Fishnet stockings, bright red stiletto heels, and snug-fitting red hotpants completed her outfit, along with a nurse's cap tilted at a rakish angle on her head. She was clutching a small black leather handbag.

Palmolive was still wearing her maid outfit. The Doctor was dressed in one of her smart brown suits, with a brown trenchcoat flung around her shoulders, her bountiful breasts pulling her white shirt taut, the buttons looking as if they were in danger of bursting at any moment. She had chosen much more low-key sheer pantyhose to go with her thigh-high brown skirt, and she was wearing sensible flat-bottomed leather shoes, letting her trot along at a steady pace while Palmolive and Colgate clacked along behind her on their stilettos, forced to sway their hips in an outrageous fashion, their heavy breasts bouncing with each stride.

Not a moment before they entered the Cafe's outdoor seating area, a ringing voice struck them. It was a woman's voice, firm and sweet, and it felt as if it resonated against their lungs and ribs, so forceful was the singer's energy.

"LET IT GO! LET IT GO~!"

Doubtless, dear reader, you can already hear the song in your head. I certainly can, and I haven't even watched the movie, aside from a few snatches here and there in shopping centers that have "Frozen" on infinite replay, to sucker the children into pestering their parents to buy a DVD of Elsa And Anna's Excellent Adventure.

Dr. Whooves and her ensemble were led to a table by one of the Cafe's workers. They sat down, washing their hands with a proffered bowl of rosewater.

There was a bowl of salad, complimentary, which Palmolive and Colgate immediately began chowing down on.

Dr Whooves helped herself to a few mouthfuls in turn.

They watched the new waitress flitting from table to table, effortlessly dancing and spinning in spite of the armfuls of plates and food she carried. Her finesse seemed to gain the admiration of all and sundry at the cafe, with more than a few Ponyville citizens clapping and cheering her on as she delivered their meals, all the while singing lustily in that mighty voice. Sometimes she'd place her hand to her mouth and blow, causing a cascade of ice cubes to plop into a customer's drink. Or she'd snap her fingers, showering a cold seafood dish in a frosting of ice, preserving the delicious fresh flavor of their meal, her song peaking and climbing the heights of the blue skies as she did so.

"Gee, that new waitress sure has a set of pipes!" Colgate said.

"The new waitress has a name! She's called Elsa! And she will be serving you today!"

They found themselves staring up at the waitress, who towered over their table regally, resplendent in a tight-fitting blue dress that hugged the swells of her large breasts and wide hips, swirling around her plush thighs as she walked. A long, cylindrical bulge running up from her crotch to nearly her ample breasts - a inch more and it would have nestled right between them - pulled the front of her dress tightly, creating a sizable tent. She had very pale white skin, almost icy-looking, and bright platinum blonde hair, with plump red lips like cherries - that were currently set in a teasing half-smile.

"Oh. Hallo," Dr. Whooves said, unflappable as ever. "Make mine a Glenfiddich, would you?" She calmly picked up a handful of salad, stuffed it into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

"I'll have a Screwdriver!" Colgate chimed in. "That was cool! Do the ice thing again! C'mon!"

Elsa laughed. "Of course. I trust you'll be giving me a larger tip if I oblige?"

Colgate reddened. "Well..."

"I daresay Colgate will give you a very large tip, if you do the favor of bending over for her," Dr. Whooves said, grinning at Elsa.

"Ooh! Will she be staying for a while, then?" Elsa said, looking excited at this piece of information.

"Yes, we'll leave her in you. Er, with you, I mean," Dr. Whooves said.

"H-hey! Don't leave me with strange people!" Colgate wailed.

Elsa giggled at her, and then turned to Palmolive. "And what about you? What would you like to drink?"

"Stella Artois," Palmolive said, trying to tear her gaze away from Elsa's bulge.

Dr. Whooves chewed a mouthful of salad thoughtfully as Palmolive and Elsa spoke.

Queen Elsa slowly raised an eyebrow at Palmolive. "It isn't a beer tap," she said.

"Elsa, I will never understand why you started working as a waitress," Dr. Whooves said, with a deep sigh, rolling her eyes skyward as if in search of patience.

"But they pay me in chocolate!" Elsa said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"And you actually think that's acceptable?"

"Why not?" Elsa said, plaintively. "It's only the finest chocolate in all of Ponyville. A single box runs you nearly three hundred bits."

"It still seems kind of...wrong," Dr. Whooves said, placing her hands on the table and lacing her fingers together in a thoughtful manner. "I mean, be fair. Usually, you expect to receive actual monetary compensation in exchange for one's efforts on the job. I can't help but feel as if the proprietor is taking advantage of you. And..well...you're a Queen and everything."

"Don't be silly," Elsa said, waving a hand dismissively at the Doctor. "I also have my own room. It's quite nice. You should see it sometime."

"Elsa, you're insatiable," Dr. Whooves said, mildly.

"How do you mean?" Elsa said, with an innocent-looking flutter of her full lashes. "I merely asked if you wanted to look at my apartment sometime. Whatever else did you think I meant? I wanted to show you that I'm quite comfortable...though, I wonder why you would think otherwise. Ah, and the owner..." She trailed off and blushed, her pale white cheeks turning scarlet. "Right! So...a Glenfidditch, a screwdriver..."

"Lots of orange juice, please, Elsa!" Colgate chimed in.

Elsa laughed. "Extra orange for the screwdriver, and a Stella for the lady," she said, grinning at Palmolive. "Here are your menus. I'll be right back with those drinks."

She tucked her tray under her arm and danced off, bursting into another full-throated song as she did so.

"The new waitress sure is energetic," Colgate said, grinning at Palmolive.

Dr. Whooves sat back in her chair and closed her eyes.

"Not looking at the menu, Doctor?" Palmolive said.

"Nah. I already know what I want," Dr. Whooves said confidently, folding her arms behind her head.

___________

Elsa returned with a tray full of drinks - a pitcher of water, cups, a shot glass, a goblet brim-full with a combination of orange juice and vodka, a bottle of Stella Artois beer, a bottle of Glenfiddich whiskey, and napkins.

"Here you go! Enjoy," Elsa said, bending over to distribute the drinks to the Doctor and her entourage.

Dr. Whooves opened her eyes, sitting up and grasping her bottle of Glenfiddich. "Splendid! A little aperitif to open up our stomachs before the main course, and, of course, a drink to go with the food."

"Refills are on me!" Elsa said, with a merry wink and a grin at the girls.

Dr. Whooves began pouring herself a shot of whiskey.

Colgate thrust a straw in her screwdriver and began sucking down the orange juice laced with vodka greedily.
Palmolive took a sip of her beer.

Colgate caught a glimpse of Elsa's plump white mound nestled between her thighs, as well as her puffy pink labia, the translucent blue dress giving her a clear glimpse. It seemed that the waitress-queen did not think much of wearing panties. She swallowed hard, weighing the chances of grabbing it - but before she could, Elsa flitted away from her. The Snow Queen appeared to be quite strong and fast, in spite of her appearance. She moved with a powerful grace upon her ice-colored high heels, and showed no sign of tiring or fatigue.

"Your food?" Elsa said, pretending not to notice Colgate's burning gaze striking her thighs.

"Make mine a vegetable omelet," the Doctor said.

"Pancakes!" Colgate shouted.

"Ugh," Palmolive said, shivering. "How can you eat such heavy stuff so early? This is why you're fat, Colgate."

"My fat brings all the girls and boys to the yard," Colgate snickered, folding her arms under her breasts.

Elsa's icy blue gaze strayed down to Colgate's fat tits. The Snow Queen swallowed hard, her throat bobbing up and down. The thick length tenting her dress gave a twitch, threatening to swell.

"I'll have a scrambled egg and sausages, please," Palmolive said, averting her eyes from Elsa's scepter.

"You loooove sausages, don't you, Palmolive?" Colgate said, with a wicked grin.

Elsa gasped.

Palmolive reddened slightly. "W...what's that supposed to mean, Colgate? What are you implying?"

"Nothing," Colgate said."

"Omelet with veg, pancakes, sausage and scrambled egg...it'll be ready in no time, ladies. I'll be right back!" Elsa said, before dashing off.

Dr. Whooves tossed back a tiny shot of Glenfiddich, squeezing her eyes shut as the liquor shot down her throat with a red-hot, intense, slightly dizzying feeling.

___

The food was good; Dr. Whooves and her entourage ate heartily.. Elsa collected their plates to find them practically sparkling clean - not that she expected anything else, being a worker at one of Ponyville's five-star outfits.

She accepted Dr. Whooves's stack of shiny gold bits. "Thank you very much!"

"Not at all," Dr. Whooves said, magnanimously.

Elsa handed Dr. Whooves a scrip of paper. Dr. Whooves produced a pen from her coat pocket, and bent over the table, signing her name on the paper.

Author's Note

I was going to make this chapter longer, but since everyone is hella excited about it I cut it into two and delivered one ASAP.

There are probably about 100 typos. I apologize in advance.

III. Rendezvous With Royalty

Elsa took the receipt and the handful of bits off the table. "I'll be right back with your change and your complimentary after-meal mints."

"Thanks a lot, Elsa. You were brilliant," Dr. Whooves said, smiling warmly at Elsa.

They watched Elsa disappear back into the cafe.
A group of people brushed past her, a figure in a straw hat leading them at a full-tilt run.

"All right! Meat!" they heard the straw-hat shout. "Then it's back to the Grand Line! C'mon, guys!"

Colgate quirked her eyebrows upward, giving Dr. Whooves a quizzical look. "What's a Big Line?" she asked.

Dr. Whooves shook her head, blowing a small sigh and briefly shutting her eyes. "Don't ask me. You need a navigator for that."

"So what did Her Royal Highness want, Doctor?" Palmolive asked, tearing her gaze away from Elsa's rumpcheeks.

"Which one, Palmolive? The one that served our meal, or the one in Canterlot?"

"You know full well what I meant, Doctor," Palmolive said.

"Ahhh, so the one that sits the Canterlot throne." Dr. Whooves nodded in an understanding fashion. "Something about a tooth bothering her. I make it a rule not to look a gift princess in the mouth, so I'll leave it to Colgate. She is the dental specialist, after all."

"Even omnipotent, sun-moving gods can get tooth decay," Colgate said. "Leave it to me! I'll have Princess Celestia right as rain in no time."

Palmolive shuddered. "I'm never telling you anything if I get a toothache, Colgate. Your enthusiasm gives me the creeps, for some reason." She picked up one of Elsa's ice cubes from her glass of water and popped it into her mouth, sucking on it.

Colgate smirked, leaning over the table and leering at Palmolive unpleasantly. "You can't hide from me! I swore an oath to cure every Equestrian I can of their dental troubles - or my name isn't Colgate Minuette!"

"Minty fresh," Palmolive said. She covered her mouth, stifling a giggle.

Colgate reddened, frowning at Palmolive, pressing her lips together in an angry line. "Don't call me that!"

Dr. Whooves gave a small shrug. "Well! I never thought you were sensitive about the taste of your-"

"Doctor! Not you, too!" wailed Colgate.

"Colgate, sometimes I think you're entirely too obsessed with people's teeth," Palmolive said. "There's no need for us all to run around, looking like we've got searchlights mounted in our jaws. Sometimes, people have less than perfect teeth, and that's okay."

"More incentive for you to eat less sweets, Palmolive," the Doctor pointed out. She took out a makeup mirror from her pocket, a tube of coral pink lipstick, flipped the mirror open, and began applying a fresh coat to her lips.

Elsa returned with a slightly smaller stack of bits. "Your change," she informed the Doctor.

"Ah, very good. That was quick," the Doctor said, mildly, snapping her mirror shut and replacing it in her pocket, along with the tube of lipstick.

Dr. Whooves began the laborious task of counting the change and replacing it in her purse, which is somewhat more difficult when one is handling coin-based currency, as opposed to a handful of crisp dollar bills.

Palmolive began sucking on another ice cube, the first having melted in her mouth.

Colgate sat back down in her chair and began rummaging through her handbag, checking on her tools of the trade. "I might need the extra large elevator...forceps, check, topical anesthetic, check..."

Palmolive stole a glance at Elsa. "Elsa, what's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Elsa said, hastily.

"But I just saw you wiggling your hips a little..." Palmolive said, sounding not very convinced.

"Was I?" Elsa said, as nonchalantly as she could manage.

"You were."

"She was," Colgate said, glancing up from her bag briefly.

"She certainly was," Dr. Whooves said, closing her purse and looking up at Elsa in turn.

A bead of sweat rolled down Elsa's forehead. Her face reddened ever so slightly. "...I'm not supposed to tell customers things like this, but..."

"Go on," Dr. Whooves said, placing her hands on the table and steepling the tips of her fingers together.

Elsa shot a nervous glance over the rest of the al-fresco dining venue. "Um...I kinda...have to powder my nose," the Snow Queen said, in a stage whisper.

Colgate and Palmolive exchanged a knowing look.

Dr. Whooves spread her hands wide, giving Elsa a disarmingly pleasant smile.

"Then why didn't you say something earlier? It just so happens that Palmolive knows a thing or two about makeup application. It's only one of her many talents, as a maid-of-all-work."

They all stood up, surrounding Elsa.

"I don't need help!" Elsa said, reddening even more. She shot a nervous glance over Dr. Whooves's shoulder, as if looking for an escape route.

"Nonsense!" Dr. Whooves said, grandly. "We're always happy to help a citizen in need. It's only the least we could do, after enjoying five-star service like yours. Come on, girls, can't you see Elsa's in a hurry?"

She grasped Elsa by her wrist - for one with such feminine, slim arms, the Doctor seemed to have quite a lot of strength - and began propelling Elsa towards the cafe, Colgate and Palmolive trailing after her.

"W-wait! We're supposed to go inside!" Elsa wailed.

"Oh, I hardly think that will be necessary," the Doctor said.

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They found themselves in the open-air garden next to the cafe. The greenery was thick and full here, with long grass reaching up to one's ankles, opaque bushes concealing the garden's riches from the prying eyes of passersby. Radishes, lettuce, carrots, and herbs such as sage, thyme, bay leaf, and parsley grew here, for exclusive use by the cafe's cooks.

Dr. Whooves stepped back, and nodded to Palmolive. "Your turn."

Palmolive grinned wickedly. "Let me!" She rounded on Elsa, who stiffened and folded her arms over her huge white breasts, trying and failing to shield them from Palmolive's grabby hands.

But instead of going for Elsa's melons, Palmolive grabbed Elsa's blue ice-skirt and flipped it up, unlimbering the long, thick royal scepter from within. It fell forward impressively, slapping Elsa's thighs with a moist, meaty smack.

Palmolive licked her lips, wrapping her hands around Elsa's shaft, squeezing it, giving it a few experimental pumps.

Elsa squeezed her eyes shut. "This is so embarrassing! I...ah..."

Palmolive placed one hand on Elsa's belly. "Wow, you're almost full. Time to drain this thing!" she announced, rubbing the spot just above Elsa's bladder.

Elsa wailed in dismay, flinging her hands over her face. "Noooooooo! Don't look! Don't....mmmnnnh..."

Her cock gave a twitch in Palmolive's other hand, swelling a little. Palmolive cleverly aimed Elsa's juicy girldick at the roses nearby.

"Yes! That's it! Let it go!" Palmolive said, as a jet of urine burst from Elsa's cocktip, spraying the flowers. "Geez, this thing's like a hose. How long were you holding it in?"

Elsa made no reply. What could be seen of her face behind her hands was almost as red as a beet.

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When the Snow Queen had fully relieved herself, Palmolive gripped her cock a little harder, dislodging the last few drops. "All better?" she said, grinning up at Elsa.

Elsa opened her eyes, letting her hands fall away from her face, her cheeks still a pink hue. "Y...yes, I feel much better," she muttered, unable to look at Palmolive directly.

"Good." Palmolive knelt down in front of Elsa, clasping Elsa's member in both hands. She lifted Elsa's large, juicy pink glans to her lips, pressing her lips to the slit at the tip and giving it a large, slippery kiss. *smack*

Elsa shivered, letting out a low gasp. "Ah! What...what are you doing now?"

Palmolive, in lieu of a reply, opened her mouth and slid Elsa's cock into her warm, wet mouth, closing her eyes and breathing through her nostrils as the Snow queen's massive member filled her jaws nearly to maximum capacity. She could feel Elsa's shaft starting to fill with blood, stiffening and swelling between her hands, and she began squeezing and pumping it slowly, coaxing Elsa into bringing her scepter all the way up.

Colgate knelt down behind Elsa, cupping the Snow Queen's huge, full ballsack in her hands, giving them a teasing little squeeze between her fingers,forcing a yelp of surprise out of Elsa. "Ooh, these are big. Watch out, Palmolive, you're gonna get another meal free of charge when she lets it go! It's Elsa's Icy Protein Shake!"

"Don't say that!" Elsa whimpered.

Colgate smirked, her eyes narrowing. "Oh, my. Is Queen Elsa ashamed of coming all over a stranger? Inside a stranger, I guess I should say? Does it distress you that you come a lot? Well, we're going to make you let it go....and then some!" For emphasis, she gave Elsa's royal jewels another gentle squeeze, milking them.

Elsa arched her back, thrusting her breasts skyward as she let out a low moan, her thighs trembling, her hands clenching into fists. "Ahn! Hya~!"

Colgate felt Elsa's sac give a twitch in her fingers, and she giggled, rolling the orbs together in her fingers. "Seems as if these, too, are full. Be careful, Palmolive - you're about to get it."

Elsa's shaft pulsed in Palmolive's mouth, swelling slightly from root to tip, the thick tube at the underside of her member bulging outward as sperm rocketed up. "Nnnnh...!" The Snow Queen bit her lower lip, thrusting her hips forward, forcing more of her cock into Palmolive's mouth, sliding her throbbing white shaft a little further past Palmolive's soft lips.

Thick white jets of cum exploded into Palmolive's mouth. Palmolive's eyes widened, her throat bobbing as she strove to swallow each creamy burst of cum rushing into her mouth. She gripped the shaft between her hands more firmly, pumping it up and down.

The Doctor, who had been patiently watching these events unfold nearby, stepped forward to join Elsa's side. She placed her hands gently on Elsa's head, turning it towards her. Elsa's face was bathed in beads of sweat, her cheeks flushed red with arousal, her eyes brimming with post-orgasmic tears, her mouth open as she sucked in greedy gulps of fresh air.

Dr. Whooves placed her lips to Elsa's, sucking on Elsa's lower lip gently, then letting it go and breathing on Elsa's lips, her breath warm and sweet, before kissing her again.

Palmolive pulled away from Elsa's jerking, throbbing cock with a gasp, having drunk her fill - for now! She settled back on her heels, continuing to pump and squeeze Elsa's cock as it spewed ropes of hot cum all over her face, breasts, and belly, coating them in a layer of white cream. "Phew...you weren't kidding, Colgate, that was a lot of cum," she panted, as the volleys of cum slowly dwindled, and the Snow Queen's member began to still.

Colgate grinned back at her. "I know these things, Palmolive. Besides, with these size of these, I figured she would really pack a punch!" She hefted Elsa's heavy white balls in her palm, rubbing them gently with her fingertips, before letting go. She bent forward, grasping Elsa's rumpcheeks in her hands, her fingers sinking into Elsa's smooth warm flesh, and she spread them, baring Elsa's chubby white mound, leaning forward and thrusting her tongue out, flicking the tip against the petals of Elsa's sex.

Elsa closed her eyes, letting out a low moan of delight as Dr. Whooves thrust her tongue into Elsa's mouth, slurping at the Snow Queen's own. Her hand found the Doctor's, slipping her fingers within the Doctor's and clasping it gently. her other hand fumbled at the Doctor's skirt, pulling it back, rolling it up and over the Doctor's hips and thighs.

Something very hard, slick, and hot to the touch sprang up between them, slapping Elsa's side. It was the Doctor's she-cock, swollen and excited. The Doctor half-lidded her eyes, sighing in pleasure as Elsa's hand wrapped around her shaft, pumping the hard pink flesh just below her engorged pink glans, squeezing it between her fingers. She moved closer to Elsa as her cock twitched and stiffened, blood suffusing it through those thick cordlike veins running along her shaft, the bell-like pink head thrusting up higher...and higher...until it was trapped firmly between the Doctor's expansive white breasts and Elsa's own, thrusting proudly up before their eyes out of their combined cleavage.

"Look, she wants a kiss, too," the Doctor quipped, smiling at Elsa.

Colgate rolled her tongue around Elsa's petals, blowing on them with her hot, moist breath. Then she stood up, rolling her t-shirt up her belly, letting her engorged she-cock fall forward, arching over her stomach in a perfect arc, her cocktip drooling a thin, clear, faintly minty-smelling fluid. She placed her hands on Elsa's hips, moving forward to bury her bloated glans between Elsa's thighs, the smooth warm head pressing against Elsa's slit. "You're not a stranger to having this used, I hope," the girl whispered into Elsa's ear, before nibbling on her earlobe gently, squeezing it between her lips.

Elsa's eyes snapped open. "W-wait! I....ah!" She felt Colgate's huge, hard cock thrusting into her, stretching her apart roughly, forcing a surprised gasp out of her. Her fat pink nipples twitched and stiffened.

Palmolive began readying herself for Elsa's member at the same time, standing up, spreading her legs and setting her feet well apart to brace herself, and then taking Elsa's still-hard prick in her hands, her fingers coiling around the Queen's thick, rigid member, as she guided it towards her flared, puffy labia, drops of hot juice rolling down her thighs. As Colgate entered Elsa, Palmolive backed down onto Elsa's rod, feeling the Snow Queen's cock press against her petals briefly, then forcing them apart and plunging into her soaking, throbbing walls, stretching them to fit, sliding up and up into her.

Author's Note

I ended up having to split this chapter too, as it was getting omfghuge.

More to come...heh...heh...later.

IV: Royal Rumble.

As Colgate and Palmolive mounted Elsa, the Queen felt as if she would faint under the combined pressure of Colgate's long, thick, proudly throbbing girlcock, and Palmolive's tight, sucking, slurping cunt.

Palmolive was in a haze of ecstasy as the Queen's mighty scepter slid into her, panting for breath, her tongue lolling from her mouth. "Ah....mmmmf...it's huge! So big!" Briefly dizzy from the waves of pleasure radiating throughout her belly, she felt as if she would pitch over head-first. There was a sturdy-looking little tree before her, and she flung her arms against it, leaning against its trunk.

"What...nnngh...what are you saying, Palmolive?" Colgate gasped, feeling the Snow Queen's cunt grasping and clenching around the tip of her cock. "She can't be that large!"

Elsa felt dizzy, leaning against the Doctor, wriggling her hips to and fro, feeling as if she were being squeezed in a vise made of dickgirls. "Oh! Oooohh! They're both...I can't....nyaaaaa~!"

Her eyes rolled skyward, sweat rolling down her face and chest and back, drooling with pleasure, tongue hanging from her open mouth.

Dr. Whooves gave a little thrust of her hips, sliding her rigid, swollen she-cock up into their breasts, letting the head pop free above them, steadily leaking a clear, slippery liquid, bathing their voluptuous bodies in a delicious wet sheen. "Shush, Elsa. Relax. Breathe deeply and relax your pussy. It'll make it much easier for you. You'll be fine. Are you not....nngh...the Queen of Arendelle?" she said, in her measured, soothing tones, squeezing Elsa's hand in a comforting manner.

Elsa's pounding heart slowed a little at the Doctor's words, a happy, blissful smile blossoming upon her face. "Ah...okay....I trust you," she murmured, before bending her head forward, pressing her cherry-red lips to the Doctor's swollen glans, kissing the slick, hot flesh. She felt it throb against her lips excitedly, her smile growing wider as the Doctor let out a low groan and clenched her hand, more of the slippery clear liquid squirting out, spattering their cleavage.

Palmolive's eyes grew wide as she felt Elsa's royal scepter diving even further into her, stretching her hot, slippery sex. She braced against her tree, panting for breath as Elsa pulled back and then thrust into her, starting a steady back-and-forth movement. "Nyaa~h! Hya! Ahhhhh! It's good! I want more! Deeper, Elsa! Harder!" She rolled her hips, swaying her plump butt left and right.

Colgate grunted as Elsa thrust back against her, suddenly feeling the Snow Queen's clenching sex loosening a little, letting her engorged rod slip even further into Elsa's dripping, icy-hot cunt. "Ah, there we go. Our little Queen isn't used to this sort of thing," Colgate crooned teasingly, her hands grasping Elsa's slender waist, caressing Elsa's soft white skin with her fingertips, arching her back and thrusting forward into Elsa's waiting sex...then pulling back, then thrusting forward again, at a quick pace, the obscene sounds of Elsa's sex and Palmolive's dripping cunt sucking, slurping and dripping fluid filling her ears.

There was a heavy smell of sex, bodily fluids, and sweat in the air.

The four dickgirls were soaked in sweat, their bodies feeling like furnaces of pleasure, indescribable waves of delight radiating through their nerves, chills rolling down their spines, abandoning themselves entirely to the throes of lust. Nothing could be heard but the sound of their voices raised in cries and moans of ecstasy, for a few moments - to them, it felt like hours.

Elsa shuddered underneath the Doctor. "I'm-!"

"Feel like coming?" The Doctor murmured. "If you're going to, don't hold back...let's do it together."

Colgate let out a choked gasp as Elsa's sex clenched convulsively around her thrusting member, the rough, wet walls forcing her to slow. "A-ahn!" She squeezed her eyes shut, a line of drool rolling down her chin, her brows furrowing as her body tightened, her sac pulling tight against her body, her member pulsing fitfully in Elsa. Her glans swelled momentarily, stretching Elsa even more - then thick white cum erupted forth into the Snow Queen, cascading against her walls, flooding her in seconds. "Haaaaah...ah..."

Elsa pressed her lips to the Doctor's own, thrusting her tongue into the Doctor's mouth, who slyly opened her jaws to let Elsa in, her tongue coiling about Elsa's in a welcoming embrace. The Doctor pulled away from her abruptly, a line of saliva linking their lips. "...g..gonna cum," she groaned out, her hips bucking upward, thrusting her rigid, throbbing she-cock up between her breasts and Elsa's, a bulge rolling up her shaft as cum raced up her twitching, jerking rod - then a thick wad of creamy white seed poured forth, glazing Elsa's nose, chin, lips, and cheeks in a coating of hot, potent-smelling cum. The Doctor groaned and shuddered as she ejaculated with every bit of strength in her body, her hips thrusting unconsciously.

Elsa arched her back and let out a full-throated, ringing cry of orgasm. "Hiiiiiiie~!" Her own cock swelled tremendously within Palmolive, making Palmolive squeal with shock, her cunt clenching and gripping Elsa's shaft, as if to milk it. Elsa's eyes rolled up, her slim pink tongue lolling from her open mouth as her hips shot forward, plunging her swollen glans even deeper within Palmolive, a thick gout of cum bursting into Palmolive's juicy sex, spraying her insides with a pressure-washer-like white jet of sperm.

Palmolive shuddered mightily, her sex clenching around Elsa's pulsating prick. "Nnnnngh! Ahhhhh! You're...you're going to make me pregnant! I can feel it entering my womb!" Obscene gurgling and bubbling sounds came from her belly as her womb rapidly began to fill with Elsa's seed. Palmolive's own cock began to jerk and twitch eagerly, the tube along the underside bulging outwards as it filled with cum - then, with a mighty spurt, her hot white seed burst forth onto the grass, splattering and pooling in a white puddle. Palmolive moaned luxuriously as she felt herself filling, leaning heavily against the tree, her heavy, taut, smooth white breasts heaving as she sucked in deep lungfuls of air, tears rolling down her cheeks as she ejaculated powerfully, her cunt rippling and squeezing Elsa's scepter.

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When Elsa had quite recovered, Colgate pulled herself free, giggling in amusement as mint-smelling cum leaked out of Elsa's quivering pussy. "Couldn't hold it in, could you? You have much to learn, Queen Elsa," she said, giving Elsa's soft asscheeks a slap, and watching Elsa wriggle and moan from the smack.

Palmolive seemed stunned from the sheer volume of cum within her. Where Elsa merely leaked, Palmolive found herself gushing a stream of hot white cum from her sex. She shook and gasped as the liquid poured out of her, giving her an indescribably strange feeling.

"Are you quite all right, Palmolive?" Dr. Whooves said, the very soul of concern, as she pulled her still-hard girl-dick from Elsa's breasts.

"I'm fine!" Palmolive said, managing a smile. "Our little queen is even more impressive taken internally, rather than externally. I feel like she just gave me quadruplets."

Dr. Whooves wrinkled her brow, frowning. "Four little Elsas? I'll have to punish you if that's really the case, Palmolive! How will we ever manage?"

Palmolive gave a nervous squeak, standing up and hugging her arms around herself. "Eep!"

Before Elsa could comment on this turn of events, the Doctor clapped her hands together. "Right! Elsa, you lie down, and we'll change places."

"I...what?" Elsa said, her mind still dulled from pleasure.

Dr. Whooves smiled warmly at her. "Elsa, you lie down on the grass, and think of Equestria. We will handle the rest," she said, teasingly, cupping Elsa's large, full breasts in her hands, and giving them a little squeeze. Her fingers found Elsa's long, thick pink nipples and gave them a pinch, forcing a gasp out of the Snow Queen.

"Ah! We're...going again?" Elsa panted, barely able to believe her ears.

"We sure are! Now lie on the grass...your Majesty," Colgate said, with a wink and a grin at Elsa, coming to stand in front of her, letting her steaming, cum-slick cock rest gently against Elsa's flat belly.

Elsa found herself on her back in the grass, with Dr. Whooves kneeling between her thighs, Palmolive kneeling at her head, and Colgate straddling her atop her stomach.

Without warning, Palmolive put her rigid she-cock to Elsa's soft, cherry-red lips, bumping the broad pink head of her meat against Elsa's face, smearing her cheeks and lips with slimy clear precum, filling Elsa's nostrils with the scent of her arousal. "Come on, your Highness...down the hatch it goes," she cooed, stroking Elsa's cheek with one hand.

Colgate eagerly grabbed a handful of Elsa's melons, and then another handful, jiggling them, squeezing and kneading them between her fingers, making Elsa twist, gasp, and moan underneath her. "Man! These things are awwwwwwesome! I think they're bigger than Palmolive's!" Colgate said, shifting her hips and aligning her girldick with Elsa's cleavage. Her dripping, slick wet cock hovered just above Elsa's breasts - then she let it slide between them, slathering Elsa's smooth skin in a mixture of cum and pussy juice, the strong scent tickling at Elsa's nostrils.

The Doctor patiently tried to line up her turgid cock with Elsa's cunt as it clenched and dilated before her, the folds of flesh lining her slit all puffy and slick with juice. "Colgate, please stop making her wriggle around so much, will you? I'll never get in her, at this rate..."

"Oops! Sorry," Colgate said, flushing a little, and easing off her explorations of Elsa's rock-hard nipples.
"That's better," Dr. Whooves said, letting her moist pink glans press into Elsa's pussy. Then she thrust forward resolutely, grasping Elsa by her hips firmly.

Elsa's eyes snapped open wide, her jaw dropping in a cry of surprise - the Doctor was a good deal thicker than Colgate, and she felt herself being pulled apart even more so than she'd expected, making her arch her back, her hands balling into tight fists, her thigh muscles clenching. "Hyaaaaaaah! It...it's going in! I can't believe it's going in....! Mmmph!"

Further conversation was muffled by Palmolive's column of stiff, hard meat thrusting into Elsa's mouth, filling her cheeks with girlcock. "Wow, Elsa, you've got an unappreciated talent for blowjobs," Palmolive commented, starting to roll her hips, actually fucking Elsa's warm, wet mouth, dragging the underside of her cock against Elsa's rough tongue. Pre began to leak from her faintly throbbing glans, filling Elsa's mouth with a vaguely soaplike taste.

Not to be outdone, Colgate began to flex her hips, thrusting into Elsa's heavy white breasts, sweat beading on her brow and back, her member twitching in the grips of Elsa's cleavage. "These things feel even better than they look..!" she gasped, squeezing Elsa's breasts around her slippery girlcock, her glans thrusting up and out into Elsa's chin, then disappearing back between the Snow Queen's melons as she moved.

Dr. Whooves began to thrust harder into Elsa's clenching, leaking sex, lewd slurping and sucking sounds coming from Elsa's juicy sex with each thrust, her fingers digging into Elsa's soft skin as she gripped Elsa's sides. The Doctor panted for breath, tongue lolling from her mouth, her round breasts bouncing as she thrusted, sweat rolling down her face and breasts in beads, her eyes soaking with tears of pleasure. "Ah...hyah...aaaaaaah....Elsa, you're brilliant!"

Elsa muttered something unintelligible around Palmolive's huge swollen girlcock filling her mouth, sounding vaguely like she agreed. She tilted her head back, letting Palmolive slide her bloated cock deeper into her mouth, coughing, her eyes watering as Palmolive's huge swollen glans brushed the entrance to her throat. She salivated uncontrollably, covering Palmolive's cock in spit, bubbles of it clinging to Palmolive's rigid shaft.

Colgate narrowed her eyes, rolling her hips back and forth as she fucked Elsa's jutting, quivering breasts, her smooth balls sliding back and forth against Elsa's belly. "It feels great! Nya~ahn...the best tits in all of Arendelle," she moaned, arching her back a little, thrusting her own pert melons into the air.

Dr. Whooves noticed Elsa's cock bobbing back and forth as she thrust into her, causing her to reach out and trap Elsa's shaft between her fingers. "Now I'll give you a hand as well," she told Elsa, in reassuring, gentle tones. She opened her mouth, letting a line of saliva roll from her lips, splattering all over Elsa's engorged pink glans, and swirling her fingers around the tip of Elsa's cock.

Elsa shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut, her hips rising uncontrolably, her cock pulsing from root to tip, prompting a cry of surprise from Colgate. The Doctor was rewarded with a warm, sticky gob of pre bubbling out of the slit at the tip of Elsa's member, which she scooped up with her fingers, smearing it all over Elsa's glans. Mockingly, the Doctor let her fingernails touch Elsa's sensitive skin, making the Snow Queen shake - then she withdrew her hand. Before Elsa's disbelieving eyes, the Doctor put her fingers in her mouth, slowly slurping the sticky precum off her skin as if it were a delicious garnish.

Elsa slurped and sucked on Palmolive's rod as if entranced by the Doctor's example, coiling her tongue around Palmolive's thick glans as best as she could, lapping at the slit at the tip, which seemed to delight Palmolive, making her squirm and shudder in throes of lust. Palmolive planted her hands on the grass, shuddering from head to foot as chills raced down her spine, her nerves tingling all over with pleasure as Elsa's rough, warm tongue skated over her slick pink flesh. Abruptly, she gave a low moan of pleasure, her hips shooting forward - making Elsa widen her eyes and cough as the tip of her cock slid deeper, brushing Elsa's throat momentarily.

And there they go again, entwined in lust, the four dickgirls eagerly pleasuring themselves with their bodies, their minds engulfed in waves of euphoric bliss. Nothing was said for a while, the only sound other than the slurping, sucking, squishing, and sloshing sounds of the four dickgirls deeply engrossed in exploring each other was their pants and moans of bliss, their bodies slick with perspiration, their faces aglow with desire.

Colgate could not long tolerate Elsa's royal breasts covering her before she reached her limit. She stiffened, her cock giving a lurch between Elsa's cleavage, thrusting up and out of her melons abruptly. Her arms trembled, her eyes squeezing shut, her mind overwhelmed by waves of pleasure. "Ngh....aaaaah! Ah!"
Colgate's hips shot forward, planting her throbbing glans right up under Elsa's chin. Elsa saw it expand and contract briefly under a load of cum, and wisely closed her eyes just before ropes of creamy white mint-smelling cum exploded out of Colgate's cock, as she shuddered and gasped with pleasure, her balls pulling tightly against her body, her thighs shaking around Elsa's belly.

Dr. Whooves felt Elsa's sex clenching around her length, rippling along her shaft. She squeezed Elsa's cock with her fingers, pumping the broad shaft just below Elsa's glans more firmly, making the Snow Queen arch before her, thrusting up into the Doctor's hand.

Elsa felt Palmolive's quivering piss-slit bumping against her tongue-tip. She decided to surprise the futa as best as she could think of - by thrusting her tongue right into the tight little hole. It took a little effort, but the rubbery, yielding slit let her in with a little forward pressure. She felt Palmolive's member give a sharp pulse as she did so, tasting more vaguely soapy precum bubbling forth onto her tongue.

Palmolive shivered, a moan of pleasure escaping her as her cock flexed and pulsed along its length, her smooth white sac tightening against her body, her hips quivering. She propelled herself forward, lifting her hands off the grass and gripping Elsa's shoulders. "H-hah! Ah! Nyaaaaaa~h! It....it's coming out! It's going to come out! Ohhhhhhh!"

She ejaculated with all her might, filling Elsa's mouth with a burst of bubbly cum. Elsa's eyes widened, her throat bobbing up and down furiously as she gulped down Palmolive's cum, feeling rather as if it was spurting right down her throat into her stomach. The taste and smell of Palmolive's cum overwhelmed her senses. She arched in the grass, moaning sweetly around Palmolive's jerking, spurting cock, just as her own girldick twitched convulsively in Dr. Whooves's grasp. A perfect white parabola of cum shot out of Elsa's engorged glans, landing with a splatter in the Doctor's cleavage. Another spurt, and another struck the Doctor's breasts, filling her cleavage with a pool of strong-smelling cum, thick and hot to the touch.

Dr. Whooves felt Elsa's cunt clenching like an insistent hand around her cock, and could do nothing against the Snow Queen's charm. She gripped Elsa's hips even tighter, thrusting her hips forward eagerly even as Elsa shivered in her grasp, her walls rippling around the Doctor's length. She ground her jaws together, grunting gutturally within her throat as she climaxed, ejaculating forcefully into Elsa's pulsing sex, blasting her walls in wads of hot white cream.