Risk Aware Consensual Pony

There were chocolate-coated peanuts, of course.

Always a bowl of chocolate-coated peanuts. Along with the lube, the mats, the first-aid kits dotted in sensible places, the towels, the sports bottles full of water and the alcohol-free punch (Don’t Drink and Kink!), every room in Filthy Rich’s guest house sported a big bowl of crunchy chocolate-covered confections. At play parties, a pony spend more time watching than actually playing, so it was good to have something to graze as they watched. There was always plenty to watch, after all.

Rarity idly pushed a hoof-full into her mouth as she watched the scene unfold in front of her. Sat on a plastic-covered couch next to Twilight, she slung a fore around Twilight’s withers and relaxed.

Lily, Roseluck and Carrot Cake were in the middle, watched from every angle by spectators in their seats at the sides of the living room. Carrot Cake panted as he rutted Lily from above, pushing her face-down into the mat, wrapping a hoof around her tail to keep her rump held high. His hips cracked against her ass with every thrust, each crack eking out a squeak or grunt from Lily. Roseluck sat to the side of Lily’s head, playing one hoof through Lily’s cornsilk mane, and her other between her own legs. She whispered insults and faint praise to her submissive friend.

Twilight refilled Rarity’s glass of punch, and then—after asking the scene runner for permission, of course—slipped a purple hoof between Rarity’s thighs, and began to pleasure her Mistress. The white unicorn sighed with contentment as Twilight’s hoof caressed her slick sex.

Roseluck threw the most interesting play parties. Rarity hosted the most luxurious ones. Everypony always learned something new and Cheerilee’s parties. The Cakes’ play parties were the best catered. But Filthy Rich, with his usually-empty guest house, his flexible schedule, and his deep pockets, threw the most frequent parties. If none of the other Enthusiasts had the time or the space to host a party on any given fortnight, Filthy would be there to help.

Carrot Cake bit down on Lily’s ear, hard enough to turn her squeaks and gasps into a hoof-muffled screech. His thrusts slowed, pulling all the way out and pushing in so deep that her hips raised another few inches upwards. Thick, white cream began to leak from Lily’s delicate folds, streaks coating Carrot Cake’s length. At Roseluck’s beckoning, he pulled out and walked around. He took Lily’s mane in hoof, and wiped the slick mixture of juices and semen off his cock. As he walked to a sofa, Roseluck kissed Lily softly, and then called for the next volunteer.

Davenport tapped Thunderlane atop the head, and the pegasus removed his head from his cock with a *pop*. As Davenport moved over to the prone Lily and mounted her once more, Thunderlane shuffled next to Filthy Rich, and at the older stallion’s request, began to lick at his half-hard shaft.

Twilight had taken faster to play parties than she had even to munches, thought Rarity. She had picked up the rules quickly—no touching without permission, always work out exactly what you want with a play partner, always play sober, ask, ask, always ask. She had seen Cup Cake tied to a metal cross and flogged with licorice. She had taken part in an impromptu tickle-fight with Flitter, Matilda, and Pokey Pierce. She had been hogtied by Cranky Doodle while Rarity watched from the side, sipping punch and sitting on Matilda’s face.

Tonight, Rarity, Twilight and Cheerilee had their scene all planned out. They could hardly wait.

Davenport climaxed, pulling out and spraying cum all over Lily’s light-pink rump. Each spurt came thick and heavy, clinging to her sweat-lathered cutie mark, hanging in loose strings over her tail, each spurt followed by another seemingly before the first one finished, spraying under her tail, mixing in with the sweat and juices and Carrot Cake’s drying semen between her legs. He stepped aside as the last of it trickled out, and was quickly replaced by Filthy Rich. Lily moaned as he filled her, and her cries were muffled as Roseluck made her service her.

Rarity was so absorbed in Twilight’s ministrations that she didn’t notice Cheerilee appear beside her. Her lush, pink-on-pink mane was tied back into a loose bun, she wore a plain white blouse, and a paddle hung from a belt around her barrel.

“We’re all set up in the dining room,” she whispered.

Rarity grinned. “Oh, wonderful. We’ll be along in just a moment!”

They waited a while longer, watching Lily stuffed between Roseluck and Filthy, watched while Twilight’s face flushed all the redder and the hoof between Rarity’s legs grew slow and clumsy. Filthy finished just as Rarity drained her punch. He stepped over Lily’s form and stroked his cock an inch above her head. His cum was thinner but simply poured from him, drizzling all over Lily’s mane, her left ear twitching as it was filled and covered, plastering her forehead, running down into her eyes and forcing them shut, dribbling over her nostrils, over her lips, all down to her chin. With a moan of pure humiliation, she lifted her head and suckled the last drops from the tip.

As Roseluck leaned down to whisper tainted praise into Lily’s ear, Rarity and Twilight left for the dining room.

The chairs and tables had been moved elsewhere, and much like the living room, several sofas surrounded mats in the middle. Matilda, Pokey Pierce and Flitter were chatting animatedly on one of the sofas, but the other guests were still elsewhere in the house.

Cheerilee had the equipment already laid out. There was a whiteboard on an easel, covered in simple equations and a large set of data. A thin, red strap-on dildo lay below the whiteboard, next to a trio of bullet vibrators.

Rarity pulled her mane back into a bun, and donned her red-rimmed spectacles. With a few elegant swipes of telekinesis, the strap-on was strapped in place. She looked at Cheerilee, and nodded.

“Well, Twilight,” said Cheerilee, “We’ve already discussed what we’re going to do tonight. Are there any changes you’d like to make before we start?”

Twilight smiled broadly. “Nope!”

“And what are the safewords?”

“Red to stop the scene, yellow for ‘ease off,’ and green for go. We’re not playing nonconsent, so any ‘no’ or ‘stop’ means red.” Twilight was almost dancing on hooftips. “Can we start now? I’m getting kinda antsy.”

“We certainly can,” said Cheerilee. A change swept over her face, from soft and playful to set and stern.

“Twilight Sparkle” said Cheerilee, in her gravest voice, “Are those your data on the whiteboard?”

“Y-yes, Professor Cheerilee.”

“Oh-ho? You’ve been a naughty little undergraduate then, haven’t you, Miss Sparkle?”

Twilight swallowed, her mind slowly switching into the scene. “I d-don’t understand...”

“Describe your data for me, now!” snapped Cheerilee.

“They’re thaum-to-thermal scores for activated malachite across three different conditions, ma’am—” Twilight yelped in shock as Cheerilee slapped her across the face.

“What conditions? Don’t make me waste more time on you than I need to, Miss Sparkle.”

There was a genuine quiver in Twilight’s voice now, and another between her haunches. “V-vibrations at one hundred, one thousand, and ten-thousand hertz.”

Cheerilee was beside Twilight now, close enough to nuzzle her. “And were the means significantly different?”

“Yes, Profess—aaaghh!”

At a nod from Cheerilee, Rarity swung a cane from behind and struck Twilight just under the buttocks. She followed through hard enough to deaden the *thwip* of the cane, surely hard enough to leave a welt. Twilight struggled to stay upright, and she felt the strings in her throat and between her eyes that always twinged before the tears came.

“Listen to me, you slutty little bildungsphilister,” growled Cheerilee, “If you lie to me, I’ll see you sent straight back to ma—”

“Yellow!” cried Twilight.

Cheerilee stepped back, and Rarity let the cane fall to the floor.

“Am I too heavy with the cane, love?” she asked.

“No, just a-ah... Please don’t mention the K-word...” whispered Twilight.

Cheerilee’s eyebrows popped up. “The K-word? What’s—Ohh. Ah. Okay, no K-word.”

“Thanks,” said Twilight. “I’m ready. Green?”

Cheerilee leaned back in, and Rarity ran her hoof over Twilight’s rump. “How did you tell if the differences were significant?” asked the teacher.

“W-with three t-tests, Professor Cheerilee...”

Cheerilee gasped, scandalised. “You used the wrong test! Experimental designs with independent measures, parametric data and more than two conditions require a one-way independent-measures analysis of variance!”

“I’m s-sorry, Professor!”

Cheerilee’s voice came thick and heavy as molten lead. “Oh, but sorry simply won’t cut it, Miss Sparkle. You’ve been fishing for p-values, and that is a deadly scientific sin. You’ll have to prove how sorry you are if you want to stay on this course.”

“Please, I’ll do anything,” said Twilight, imploringly.

Cheerilee nodded again, and Twilight quickly found herself mounted by Rarity. The purple unicorn gasped as the thin strap-on slid inside her, sinking to the hilt in her soaking-wet slit. She shuddered with pleasure. Rarity had a gentle touch and agility to put a cat to shame. The first few fast, fluid flicks of Rarity’s hips already had Twilight’s knees wobbling and ears splaying back.

“Aaahhh—” cried Twilight, as Rarity levitated the three bullet vibrators and pressed them against her, one on each of Twilight’s nipples. Twilight’s whole coat rippled, shudders went through her spine and down her belly and Rarity was biting down on the back of her neck her whole body was so warm against hers and Rarity moved so smoothly Rarity could play her like a cellist each thrust came in and out so smoothly never slamming her never making her wince just the perfect pace to get her close so close—

The vibrators switched off, and Rarity pulled her hips back until only the tip was still inside. Twilight growled with frustration, before a slap from Cheerilee silenced her.

“Your first lesson,” said Cheerilee, “Is that playing with statistical tests gets you nowhere. It will only leave you frustrated when you repeat the experiment and find no significant results. Better that you experience this frustration now than later in your academic career, no?”

Oh, and frustration it was. Rarity’s control was masterful. Again and again she brought Twilight high, each thrust and buzz pushing her further up towards the peak, up to the ledge where the tiniest nudge would send her off, and then brought her straight down. The tailor moved with practiced precision and a skillful economy of movement, so that even as Twilight writhed and moaned and sweated beneath her, only the faintest sheen of perspiration appeared on her coat. She would thrust and hold the vibrators to her lover until the exact moment that Twilight’s eyes rolled back, and suddenly stop. She’d bite and nip and spank her during these respites, pouring hot flashes and chills through Twilight.

After ten minutes, which must have seemed like hours for Twilight, Cheerilee lifted her chin with a hoof. “Are you ready for your next lesson, Miss Sparkle?”

Twilight tried to shake a sweat-soaked strand of mane from her eyes, to no avail. “M-more...”

Cheerilee smirked. “Now’s not the time for begging, Twilight. That comes later.”

Twilight simply whined and tried to push her hips back against Rarity. She got a hard bite on her shoulder for her effort.

“The second lesson,” continued Cheerilee, “is the importance of collaboration. Thunderlane, dear?”

The dark-grey pegasus had been in the room for some time. He walked on to the mat and laid down on his back in front of Twilight. Cheerilee walked around him, caressing his muscular form as she went. With a practiced motion she swung her hinds over Thunderlane, sitting on his belly, facing away from him. She took his thick cock between her hooves and gave it a few idle pumps.

She lifted her hips, held his cock, and then dropped downwards. Thunderlane’s cock bent to the side ever-so-slightly, not quite sinking in to her pink, puffy slit, but after a moment the force and the wetness let it slip inside her, dropping halfway down his length in an instant. They groaned simultaneously as Cheerilee wriggled the rest of the way down.

Cheerilee leaned forward and wrapped a hoof around Twilight’s mane. She pulled the unicorn down between her hinds, splaying them out obscenely so that Twilight was inches away from the cock going in and out of her pussy.

“As—ahh—a researcher,” said Cheerilee, her voice breathy, “you are part of a greater whole. You can often achieve far, mmnn, more knowledge by assisting others with their work. So assist!”

Twilight found herself smooshed between Cheerilee’s thighs. She stuck out her tongue and licked clumsily at the teacher’s folds. The harsh grip on her mane loosened, and turned into gentle petting. Musk filled her nose and made her head swim, sex, sweat, the hint of sunflowers from Cheerilee’s shampoo, the zest from Thunderlane’s bodywash, Cheerilee’s juices, her own juices, Rarity’s juices...

She licked and suckled everything she could reach, trying to ignore the constant cresting-and-troughing as Rarity brought her to the edge only to let her down. She lapped at Cheerilee’s folds, suckled her clit, lapped away the juices that seeped from deep inside Cheerilee and ran down Thunderlane’s shaft, even took Thunderlane’s balls into her mouth, cleaning them of sweat and musk.

Twilight felt no real attraction to stallions, if anything, sex with a stallion grossed her out. But being forced to service one, simply to please one of her Mistresses, debasing herself thus that her other Mistress might give her release? That was a turn-on for the librarian.

Thunderlane began to thrust upwards, his balls hitting Twilight’s lips and chin with every stroke. Cheerilee was content to grind away, moving her thick, lush rump back and forth over his hips. Her white blouse was soaked through with sweat, one of the buttons had popped off, and her bun was shaking loose. Rarity looked in a similar fashion, her spectacles skewed on her nose, sweat visible on her flanks now, her breaths and her thrusts both coming in ragged.

“C’mon Twilight, be a good little student, h-help me cum,” stammered Cheerilee, eyes lidded, practically drunk on sex. She grabbed Twilight by the sides of her head and pulled her forward, then ground the unicorn’s face up against her sex. She wasn’t even using Twilight’s tongue to get her off, Twilight’s nose, lips and chin all rubbed up against her.

Thunderlane and Cheerilee came as one, the pegasus’ entire body tensing as he thrust up one last time, and all tension flowing from Cheerilee’s body as she collapsed backwards onto his chest.

Twilight found her mouth unoccupied. She craned her neck to gaze back at Rarity. “Please...” she whispered.

“With pleasure,” replied her lover.

This time, Rarity did not stop. She did not stop even as the shivers ran through Twilight, did not stop as her legs quivered and her belly twitched, did not stop as Twilight’s cries turned into moans and into stupid, contented mumbling, did not stop as Twilight’s legs gave out and she shuddered, prone, to the floor, did not stop even as Twilight writhed and sparked and muttered high and impossible praises in Rarity’s name.

When Twilight opened her eyes, she was dimly aware of two things.

First, that Rarity had not stopped thrusting. The white unicorn was now indulgently slow, rolling her hips back and forth at a luxurious pace, not dragging Twilight to new heights of pleasure, simply keeping her in a wonderful haze of sensuous heat.

Second, that Cheerilee was sat in front of her, hinds splayed lewdly, grinning down at her. “Are you ready for your third lesson, Twilight?”

Twilight could only nod weakly.

“A good student helps her professor clean up after class...” whispered Cheerilee. She shifted forward, presenting her pussy to Twilight’s face. The lips were pink and slick and puffy, and a hint of white was visible at the bottom.

Twilight pressed her mouth against Cheerilee’s sex, and was rewarded with a flood of rich, salty cream. It spilled into her mouth, over her teeth and tongue, even rising up against her nose as she licked and sucked. She swallowed each mouthful of semen as it came, savoring the hint of Cheerilee’s juices that came with it, and each swallow seemed to bring even more. Cheerilee made little coos as Twilight ate her out.

The four ponies coalesced into a pile of cuddles, and more or less decided that the scene was over. They sipped at water, and Rarity levitated over a bowl of chocolate peanuts. She fed them to her darling Twilight one-by-one, and when they felt like standing, they moved to the sofas.

There was always plenty to watch, after all.