Shifting Melodies - The Lost Stanzas

Back in the Madame’s room, she found her husbands lying awake, both wearing a bemused smile on their muzzles.

“Have a nice chat?” Wishful asked.

“You were gone a while,” Peaceful added.

“Just a small pep-talk to one of Ledger’s brides-to-be,” the Madame said as she lay back on the bed. “Hopefully that’ll be the end of my involvement in this. I’d rather not have to resort to magic.”

“Ledger is a grown drone. And really dear,” Wishful moved so she could lay between the two. “What would he say if he found out you coerced his mares with magic? Or little Scope for that matter. That nymph scares me… She’s like a little you, only more upfront with her anger.”

“True, which is why I want to keep my involvement to words alone,” the nymph said as she lay between her husbands. “I know they’d never forgive me if I didn’t stop at words. But for Ledger, I would do anything.”

“You won’t have to,” Peaceful said as he stroked her mane. “Those kids will be just fine. And let’s forget that they’re not the only ones getting married. We have a Pink marrying a griffon and Chrysalis. I doubt Discord himself could weave greater chaos than that.”

“I still want to know how that happened,” the mare muttered. “It’s completely illogical.”

“A Pink is involved, so that’s pretty much standard routine yes?” Wishful said, his hooves stroking her flanks and thighs.

“Fair enough,” the mare sighed. “I just hope everything goes well tomorrow. Then I’ll have new pictures to add to my book on Ledger~”

“You Silvers and your books,” Peaceful chuckled as his hooves moved along her sides, lightly caressing her chest and tummy.

“You know,” Wishful said with a smirk. “Peace and I were talking while you were gone.” He suddenly snorted and giggled. “Heh, ‘Peace talks’.”

The Madame giggled a little at that, before looking over at Wishful. “And?” she prompted.

“We decided,” Peaceful said, moving closer so she could feel his breath on her ear. “That we should show you a little of our love.”

“Yes indeed,” Wishful agreed, moving to nibble on her other ear.

“Oh my,” the Madame said. “My husbands are working against me.”

“Not so much against you-” Peaceful started.

“As just working you in general~” Wishful finished as they pounced, lavishing her body with kisses, nips and licks. She moaned under their ministrations. Wishful always knew how to work her over, and he’d taught most of his tricks to the others. Peaceful really took to them, though. The Madame was convinced that it was his sheer joy at being a father that helped turn little Joyful Pink before she was born.

“Someone looks happy,” Wishful noted and Peaceful nodded. That was when they closed in and assaulted her horn with long, sensual licks. She moaned a little louder at that, squirming a little under their touch. This was the occasional downside to having so many husbands: they’d team up on long nights and ensure they were anything but restful.

“You know Wish, I think she still isn’t satisfied enough,” Peaceful mused. Wishful mock-gasped and nodded…

That was when she felt their magic teasing her holes. Forelegs, hindlegs… other holes… All of them at once. She groaned a little and tried to think of something, anything she could do, but her mind was too clouded by pleasure to think properly.

“Now Wish,” Peaceful said. “Did you say you had something new for our dearest beloved.”

That was when the Violet drone smiled like an apex predator. “Oh, you bet your shell I do,” he chuckled as his kisses trailed further down. When he reached her thighs, he took a moment to kiss that sensitive area, as the Madame caught a glimpse of a small violet flash from the corner of her eye.

“What are you do-” the Madame managed to get out before something warm, wet and very long penetrated her, writhing around inside her as Wishful’s new Thestral tongue licked everywhere! She shrieked in pleasure and tried her hardest to hold her husband there. Whatever he was doing, she didn’t want him to stop anytime soon!

“Ohh, someone’s enjoying that,” Peaceful cooed, even as his painfully hard member prodded her cheek. “Don’t go forgetting about me now love.”

Wishful moaned into her, clamping his mouth over her mound as he pushed the tongue deeper, coiling it around inside of her and wiggling it. The silver mare moaned at the change before she opened her mouth and filled it with something that would keep her muffled. Her tongue licked along the hard member of her husband as she sucked on it.

“Mmm,” Peaceful moaned softly, running his hooves through her mane as Wishful brought his own into play, one tweaking her little nub as they other caressed one of her teats. He pulled back, the tongue almost exiting her completely, before he thrust it back in and started fucking her with his tongue.

The Madame almost lost track of what she was supposed to be doing, Wishful was working her over so well. She moaned around the thick shaft in her mouth before bobbing her head a little, and that was when she tasted her husband…

But what she tasted was not her husband. It tasted like peaches. She was confused for a moment, before she decided to roll with it and try to coax more of that taste out of him. He moaned a little louder, wanting to just start bucking into her maw, and barely holding himself back.

Wishful chuckled as he probed deeper, before he pulled out and said something.

“You know,” he mused. “A certain creature I know of has given me a wonderful idea. I don’t know if it will work… but let’s find out hmm?” He moved lower again and smirked as he watched her suck Peaceful for a moment, enjoying the show.

“Just keep the word ‘Tatzlwurm’ in mind,” he said, letting that sink in as she saw his mouth hide a violet glow...She wondered what in the world he could be up to, and in the next moment, she got her answer.

Three of those tongues went to work on her. They lacked some of the dexterity of the first, but one worked her clit, one her teats as the other penetrated her again. She shrieked around the shaft in her mouth, her hind legs spasming as they quested for Wishful, so that they could hold him in place. She’d never had this sort of treatment before! What had gotten into her husbands?

Not that she was complaining~

More pre oozed from Peaceful, coating her tongue with that peachy taste as he moaned a little louder, a hoof stroking her horn and caressing her mane. Wishful upped the ante and she could feel the other two tongues prodding at her entrance. The Madame managed to hook one hindleg around Wishful’s neck and pulled him in close, holding him there. Meanwhile, one forehoof reached up and gently stroked Peaceful’s balls, coaxing him to give her more and more of that tasty seed of his.

Wishful succeeded as all three tongue moved around inside of her. One of Wishful’s hooves seemed to be busy, doing something to himself further down. Peaceful gave a grunt as she started working him, bucking his hips just a little.

“T-That’s haah, that’s gooood,” he moaned. The Madame bucked her hips into Wishful’s muzzle as she brought her other forehoof up to massage the orange drone’s balls. This was probably going to be a sticky mistake, but it was going to be a tasty, sticky mistake.

“Ffffuuu…” Peaceful grunted. “W-Wish… getting… close…”

The three tongues that were pistoning in and out of her paused as he pulled his head back. “Already? Ah well…” He dragged himself up and before his wife could argue, he thrust his hard member inside of her, bucking into her with a frenzy from the get go. The mare squealed again, actually pausing in her ministrations at being so quickly and thoroughly violated, before she went back to them and did her best to make Peaceful cum.

She didn’t have to try for very long. She felt his balls tighten and the head of his cock flare as he unloaded shot after shot of sticky, peach-flavoured seed into her mouth. He groaned loudly as he bent over, letting his climax ride out. The Madame, for her part, swallowed down as much as she could as quick as she could, enjoying the taste and wondering when Wishful would finish.

Peaceful fell back and groaned as Wishful kept pounding into her.

“I think you can release it now,” the Orange drone said and Wishful groaned, before cancelling the denial spell on himself and casting that feedback one, as an endless torrent of seed begun to pour into the waiting nymph, his pulsing hot tool filling her up.

She moaned as she came, putting her hooves on her stomach as she felt him fill, and fill, and fill her. “So much,” she moaned.

He eventually pulled out, his still twitching member firing a few sticky ropes onto her chest and stomach before the spell wore off and he fell back, panting loudly.

“Well, you two certainly had a few new tricks tonight,” the mare said. “Wonderful, wonderful tricks.”

Wishful raised a hoof, only to have it fall back to the bed.

“Translation,” Peaceful grinned. “We’re only getting started. I have some new tricks to teach the others as well. This was just a taste…”

“Oh my,” the mare said. “However will I survive?”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” he chuckled, giving her a kiss.

“How...does he… survive this… every night?” Wishful panted.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about, so I couldn’t say,” the Madame said. “Now, come up here for cuddling, you stud.”

He blushed slightly at the compliment as he followed her orders, the mare now fit snugly between the two as they both cuddled her. “Mmm,” she hummed. “This feels better.”

“Indeed it does,” Peaceful nodded. Wishful murmured out an agreement as the three drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be hectic indeed.