Life's Left Hook

"A master?" Trixie says, looking up. "Anything you can do, I can do better, Princess. Trixie is the best in the land."

This is going to get bad.

This is going to get very, very bad.

But you don't dare object.

They might just tear your dick off to prove who is better.

"Oooh, I think you would meet your maker when it comes to pleasuring a sta--... Erm, man," Cadance says, looking down.

"Are you so sure about that?" Trixie says, inching upwards.

Cadance sits hop, away from your side.

"I'm more than sure."

You feel your belt unbuckle.

"Uhm, ladies-"

"Then prove it!"

Your plea falls on deaf ears as Trixie practically tears off your pants.

"Wait, I never said you-"

"With pleasure!" Cadance says, cutting you off as she shoves Trixie to the side.

Trixie hits the floor with a plop. "H-Hey! Watch it!"

Cadance pulls down your boxers, and the cold air hits your crotch.

Trixie springs back up, shoving Cadance out of the way.

Meanwhile, Octavia looks down at the two heads floating around your crotch, dumbfounded.

"Erm, Anonymous? What's going on?" she asks, looking at you with an absolutely confused look.

"I have no fucking clue. I think they're arguing."

Meanwhile, the two mares down south are shoving each other out of the way just to sit between your legs.

"Aren't you going to do something?" Octavia says, watching the two in their quarrel.

"...Nope."

Octavia, sadly, decides she's merely a spectator in this competitive sport, and lies back, her head resting on your chest.

Finally, the two come to a solution.

They're both between your legs, one head on either side of your shaft.

They both raise their forelegs and race to grab your dick.

Trixie seems to be much more nimble than the Princess, and manages to grasp it and pull it away from her opponent.

It hurts a little, but you have a feeling they'd rip it off if you told them to stop.

"I'm going first!" she yells, shooting Cadance a glare.

Cadance snarls, and lowers her head.

Trixie wastes no time getting to work.

In one swift motion, you feel your shaft sink deep into her mouth.

She lets out a gag and a hork, hitting the hilt.

She took it in so suddenly, it sent a shock up your spine.

Instinctively, you thrust your hips forward, knocking Trixie's head back.

That doesn't stop her resolve, and she goes straight to bobbing her head up and down.

Meanwhile, you feel something lap at your asshole.

Cadance's tongue lathers your rim in spit, gently massaging it.

It was... Something else; something you had never felt before.

And, oddly, it felt amazing.

Your dick seemed to become more sensitive, as well; you could feel a greater rush coming from Trixie's movements.

Cadance's tongue drags up from your rim up to your sack, and gently sucks them in.

The gentle massage enhanced the experience even more, Trixie's swirling tongue working magic on your shaft.

You rest your head back.

This was too much.

You let out a groan that couldn't possibly be compared to anything on this planet, looking at the roof.

Octavia looks at you, then at Trixie, then at Cadance, and then back at you.

She didn't know whether to join in, or to just keep watching the spectacle.

She chose the latter, her head raised and her eyes wide.

Suddenly, you feel Trixie pull off, and Cadance pull back.

"Back off!" Cadance yells.

And, just like that, you see Cadance's head fall on yours.

It felt so good, it hurt a little.

God damn, Trixie may have been good, but there's no doubt Cadance knew what she was doing.

You take deep breaths, trying to keep yourself together.

With these deep breaths, your chest hurts.

It's not just aching like it was before; it really, really hurts.

Something's wrong.

You grasp at it, but you can't say anything.

Your brain has lost all of its blood; it's all being redirected to your dick.

You just hold still, hoping to ride out the storm.

Suddenly, your attention is pulled away from the pain in your chest.

A sudden, sharp pain jabs at your asshole.

You look down in a panic, and see Trixie's ears peek up between your legs as Cadance pampers your length with her tongue.

The next thing you know, the tilts her horn upwards.

Her horn presses against your prostate, and, as much as it hurts, it's amazing.

This, combined with Cadance's angelic work, is too much to bear.

You know you're about to explode, and it hasn't even been two minutes.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, you feel something shock up through your crotch.

It feels like an electric shock, at first, but soon, it turns into a smoother feeling.

Sort of like a vibration...

You look down, and your cock and the rest of your crotch is growing a bright blue.

That was it; you couldn't handle it anymore.

You thrust your hips forward, jamming your length into Cadance's mouth.

You arch your back and explode, collapsing soon after.

Your mind goes absolutely blank for a second, and you find it hard to think.

Or breathe.

As you catch your breath, you hear Cadance struggling.

She's coughing up a lung.

Through coughing fits, she tries to choke out sentences.

It doesn't work; she has a fork in her lung, and she's not able to make as much as a word.

Meanwhile, you feel Trixie pull her horn out of your ass with a *SCHLOOP*

After the initial shock of pain, you let out a sigh of relief.

But you still feel something inside of you...

It's... Warm.

And oddly comforting.

You look down at the two.

Cadance is on the floor, coughing into her hoof.

Trixie has some cum dribbled on her forehead, and some brown in the crevices of her horn.

A rag floats over to clean Trixie's mess up, and Cadance stands up.

The princess trots over to the sink to get some water.

Trixie wipes the crap off of her horn and the cum off of her head, and then looks at you.

You look down, and see some blue, sparkly, gooey stuff on the matress.

Well, that explains one thing.

"Well," Trixie starts, looking up at you. "Enjoy the show, honey?"

That wasn't to you.

That was to Octavia, it seems.

She just looks at Trixie, eyes wide.

There are no words for Octavia, it seems, as she just looks at Trixie with a low jaw.

She chuckles, turning back to you.

"Well, it seems our spectator enjoyed the spectacle. As always, it seems," she says, a prideful smile on her face.

"Magic isn't Trixie's only strongsuit."

Meanwhile, you hear Cadance's coughing calm down.

It hasn't stopped, but it wasn't nearly as bad as earlier.

She trots over, looking at the three of you.

"O-Okay, so di-*COUGH*... Did you thiii-*COUGH*... Oh Celestia..."

She finally makes it to the bed.

"What'd you thi-*COUGH*... Think? Who was better?"

"Do tell, Anonymous," Trixie says, looking at you.

You blink.

Cadance was better when it came to the basics, but...

Trixie just...

It still felt warm and cozy down there...

You look at the two.

You stare, jaw agape, wondering what to say.

"Do I really have to decide?"

"Yes!"

"Of course you do!"

You recoil at the sharpness of their tones, and nod.

"Okay, okay! Just... Gimme a second."

You grasp your chest.

"And, Cadance, phone the god damned doctor, my chest hurts like hell..."

Cadance nods, and goes for the shitty phone in the hotel room.

After a sigh, you...

Have no idea.

Cadance was a master of the tongue, and in more ways than one, but...

Trixie had a nasty left hook, so to speak.

After questioning your sexuality for a moment, you think you know what to say.

"Okay, bottom line? Cadance?"

She looks at you, dialing the phone.

"You know what you're doing with your mouth better than anyone I've ever known."

She smiles, looking at Trixie with a sly look.

Trixie huffs, and shoots her a glare in return.

"Hmmph!"

"But!"

They both perk their ears and turn their heads.

"Trixie? You know what you're doing all around."

It was Trixie's turn to act cocky, letting out a little hum and sticking her tongue out at Cadance.

Cadance scrunches her nose adorably, and glares.

"Pfft, so?! What does that mean, then?!"

Trixie looks at you.

"Yeah, who's better?"

The question was so childish it made you cringe a little.

But, you decide to answer.

"Apples and oranges."

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Apples and oranges. It's like trying to compare two entirely different things."

They both blink.

Trixie raises an eyebrow, one ear flopping down as she tilts her head.

"...Soooo?"

After a moment, you shrug.

"I guess it's a tie?"

"I mean, unless Octavia can pull something off more magnificent than that, I don't see how I can come to a conclusion here.'

It's clear neither of the two like that decision.

"Fine."

"Fine."

Cadance finally presses the call button, and the phone dials.

Trixie, meanwhile, steps on the bed.

"Scoot over a little. I wanna cuddle Octy."

You oblige, sliding over.

Octavia follows, staying to your side.

Once there's enough room, Trixie plops down, wrapping all four of her legs around Octavia like a headcrab.

And it's so adorable, it reminds you of your ridiculous chest pains.

Cadance, on the other side of the room, is speaking.

"...Mmm, yes? Doctor?"

"Yes, it's Cadance."

"Uhuh. Yep, it's Anon again."

"Yes, I did."

"Hey, it wasn't my fault!"

"Fine."

"618 Derby Lane."

"We're in the twelve story hotel."

"Room 331, on the third floor."

"Uhuh."

"I don't know if there's enough room for all of your stuff."

"Yeah, there's a... There's a bed."

"He's already in it with two other mares!"

"Celestia damnit, yes I know."

"H-Hey, shut up!"

"Fine. I'll..."

"Wait, fifteen minutes? Can't you get a cab?"

"Oh, that's right."

"Sorry."

"Well, I'll see you soon, then."

"Oh, and bring the map you said you found. Octy forgot it in your train car."

"Thanks!"

"Bye!"

*Click*

The three of you in the bed are having a little giggle fit over the conversation.

Celestia knows what assumptions you all made.