A Melody of Three Parts

The First Movement

In all his wildest dreams, Knuckle Down never would have imagined himself as a groundskeeper of a prestigious music school. He never thought himself anything special, being an Earth Pony a bit above average height with a burnt umber coat with a dirty blonde mane and tail with blue-gray eyes. Sure he had been a Guard, but when his time was up, he wasn't planning on renewing his contract. Being a Guard was a worthy aspiration in its own right, but he wasn't a career soldier by any stretch of the imagination, so until his contract expired, this was what he considered an in-between job, but the same could be said of anypony's cousins friend too... What truly surprised him is how the cards fell after some fool Guard let a wagon get away from him and almost let it crash into Princess Celestia of all ponies. Well, nopony realized what was happening at the time and he literally threw himself in front of the thrice damned thing and managed to stop it at the cost of completely shattering one leg and breaking the other severely in several places.

Despite his managing to bleed out enough to require over twenty full transfusions and having the best healing mages Celestia could offer, he thought he managed to heal up reasonably well despite being laid up for six months and another three of rigorous physical therapy. That being said, his injuries were severe enough that he would never be able to return to active duty despite his wishes. When his condition had been brought to the Princess' attention by the chief medical mage, she thought of a wonderful, if tortuous position for the poor stallion that would certainly keep him busy while rewarding him for his selfless act. He would be the head groundskeeper for Majestic Stanza's School for Gifted Musicians in Canterlot.

When he heard about his new placement, he had imagined it would be an absurd amount of tedium. Placed in a position where he would be kept busy by menial tasks and never allowed to find fulfillment in his work again. When the Princess took him aside and personally told him all about the various tasks and duties he was being delegated, he suddenly thought he would never find himself up to the task. Being the head groundskeeper for a well known music school was probably one of the most chaotic positions he had ever heard of and with all the learning he had to do in only a few short months, he wasn't sure if he would be able to take over the old groundskeepers role. He really wasn't sure if he was the stallion for the job especially with his lamed leg; however, both the Princess and the old head reassured him that he would be perfect for the job, especially with his talent.

So time passed faster than he ever would have imagined and he suddenly found himself figuratively alone with his copious amounts of notes and books, continuously teaching himself and improving on what he had been taught. Of course, he had to take care of the grounds of the school which involved a good amount of time and meticulous care, but he was also the main security force for defending the students from unsavory characters, whether they be overly amorous fans or unsavory individuals seeking to kidnap a nobles daughter for ransom.

Oh, how he soon came to love and even thrive in his new role. The looks on the faces of trespassers was priceless when he would step out of a hidden nook or ambushed them when they least expected it. Sure, he wasn't nearly as spry as he had been, but some enchantments tied to his new position and a few arcane augments from the Castle mages helped him overcome any disadvantage even if he was left aching and sore by the end of the day. If anything, he was something of a terror for the stalkers and wannabe kidnappers who darkened his schools walkway. He would taunt them a bit from the shadows and make use of his enchantments to make them feel more hunted than they were, herding them into traps and generally impressing on them just how bad of an idea it would be for them to ever show up again without an invitation. It was always a nice day when he could make some nervous fan-colt almost wet his pants and run off without any real effort on his part.

However, as much as he loved to torment these ne'er-do-wells, he was tormented just as much... if not more... Every hour while school was in session, he was surrounded by blooming beauties in their adorable uniforms. Short sleeved white dress shirts, a tan plaid tie reaching down to their navel and a skirt just shy of their knees. Then there was the sheer cotton stockings that clung to their legs like a second skin. With most under the legal age to act on any of their desires with him, he let them down gently but firmly whenever they would confess their feelings to him or ask him to accompany them to some cafe or other. Yes, he did get quite a few propositions, whether it was a cute, perfumed letter slid under the door to his small cottage nestled away in the forest like gardens or a blushing mare rushing up to him and confessing her desire to get to know him better in a secluded patch of garden while her friends quietly urged her on from a conveniently obscuring piece of topiary. But if they were even a day under the legal limit, he always turned them down. Especially since Princess Celestia would drop by unannounced for a midday tea unexpectedly once or twice a month to check up on him.

To be honest, he'd never gotten so much attention from mares before, but this was nice in its own way since he apparently ranked higher than the current chart-topping pretty-stallions that likely plastered many of these young mares' dorm room walls. Not that he let that go to his head or anything of the sort. However, one day when he was wandering through the garden when he heard a few strains of music that led him to a small pagoda sequestered in a seldom used portion of the garden. As he got closer, the music became clearer and he couldn't help but feel a roiling of emotions brought forth by the music. When he finally spied the duo who were practicing, an ash gray coated earth pony mare with a coal black mane and tail along with a mint green unicorn mare with a slightly lighter colored mane and tail which both had a lovely white streak through them. The earth pony mare was sitting regally with a magnificently crafted cello leaning against her shoulder while the unicorn mare was practically lounging with her lyre almost casually held while her fingers danced across the taut strings.

Taking the chance to stare without worry of repercussions, he took in their appearances; the gray mare was decidedly full figured only in the way few ever would be, her uniform hugging her contours in all the right places while the mint green mare had a svelte form, lithe and energetic even when she was lounging. After taking his guilty peek, Knuckle Down couldn't help but stand in silence until the piece of music was done, finding a slightly melancholic smile on his face when it was over. It wasn't as if he hadn't heard amazing performances before, being in a well known music school as he was, but this was something else entirely. As he was reveling in the music quietly, he couldn't help but imagine they were pouring their selves into the notes, dancing with one another in a way that few would understand or know. Then, suddenly the piece finished and he felt hollowed out as the last note faded away.

As the last note finally faded from the air, he shook himself out of his trance and quickly made his way from the duo with an air or melancholy. Their arrangement had been enchanting in a physical way, making him freeze in place as if he had come face to face with a cockatrice without protection... and he wanted to experience it again. But what would those two young mares think? The stallion who spurned the advances of so many others only to ask them to allow him to sit in on a practice session? They'd probably think him a total creep and deny him out of hand. No matter... It was par for the course, after all.

“Enjoy the show?” Called a slightly scratchy voice somewhere behind him making him freeze. When he turned around, he saw that it was the unicorn mare from earlier with her cased instrument in hand.

The other mare that had been performing with her came up to the unicorn and placed a hand on her shoulder before asking in an almost husky, velvety voice whose accent was clearly from the upper strata of Canterlot's social hierarchy, spoiled only by her irritation at the moment.“Why did you run off like that?” she noticed Knuckle Down and a rather fetching flush came over her cheeks, “I don't think you should be bothering the groundskeeper when he's likely very busy...”

“I'm sure he can spare a few minutes of time for a pair of beautiful mares,” she said with an easy grin, her expression quickly turning to one of mischief as she slowly walked over to him. “I've been wanting to meet him for a while... and don't deny that you haven't had your eye on him either, Tavi. I know we have our fun, but that doesn't mean you aren't a swing hitter... I know I am.” She finished in a scratchy purr while a cat like grin split her face as she watched her friends face redden slightly.

“At least introduce yourself before propositioning anything,” she shot back as she folded her arms under her well endowed bust. “Speaking of introductions, you may call me Octavia.”

“Lyra,” the peppy mare supplied with an easy grin. “So, anyway, we've had an eye on you for a while now...”

“Why's that?” he skeptically asked in his light baritone. “Not like I'm anything special, just the groundskeeper...”

“Exactly because of that,” she replied with a tinkling laugh. “We've heard the rumors... about how you stopped a run away carriage from hitting the Princess...”

“Come on, Lyra,” her companion said as she hefted the strap of her instruments case on her shoulder. “I'm sure he has chores to be about and the rumor mongering you're doing is keeping him from them.”

“Oh, pish-posh, Octavia,” she replied with a wave of her hand. “If he were busy, I'm sure he would have said so right away... Isn't that right?” He couldn't help but give a slightly nervous nod in agreement at Lyra's assessment. “See? He's free right now, so let's all go get something to eat in the commons.”

“It's always food with you, isn't it?” Octavia replied with a half smirk. “One would think by now that your figure would have filled out a bit more with how much you eat...”

Lyra flushed and glanced up at Knuckle before sticking her tongue out at Octavia and darting over to pinch her cheeks softly while her instrument was left floating in place in a golden glow of magic. “And one would think with how much you diet that you'd be three sizes smaller~”

Octavia blushed a furious red and batted Lyra's hands away with half a scowl. “And if we didn't have company, I'd show you...” She cut off with an even deeper blush if that were possible while Lyra circled her, wrapping a hand casually around her waist and spinning herself in closer to give Octavia a brief kiss on the lips.

“I know exactly what you'd show me,” she replied sultrily with a lecherous half grin splitting her face. “What I want to know is if you'd be willing to show that to our hunky and oh-so mysterious groundskeeper too...” Octavia remained silent on that as she looked nervously over to him. In her eyes, apart from the obvious nervousness at first, was a noticeable desire to be desired hidden deeply. Knuckle Down couldn't help but audibly gulp when Lyra turned her own smoldering gaze on him as well. “I know I'd be willing to show him, but what are we going to do if he turns down every mare who approaches him?”

“You know exactly why he turned them all down, Lyra,” Octavia cut in with a scoff. “You proved as much to me a month ago... But... I don't think he'll turn us down since we're both eighteen...”

He was flabbergasted that they were so obviously propositioning him. Well... That and the fact that they realized all the young mares he'd turned down were under the legal limit. “What are you two asking... me... exactly...” he said after a moment to rewire his short circuiting brain.

“Well, I was wondering if you'd want to join us in some...” Lyre responded, pausing for a breath while she donned a half lidded, sultry expression. “Extracurricular activities...” She finished in a husky, seductive tone that had him fighting mightily to push back a flush that threatened to darken his face from neck to ear tips.

“M-maybe that could work...” he replied guardedly as he looked off to the side almost timidly. “But maybe we should talk over something to eat like you suggested... Just to get to know each other a bit more...”

“Sure!” Lyra exclaimed happily as she danced away from Octavia. “We'll drop our stuff off in our room and meet you in the commons in ten.”

Knuckle simply nodded and gave a little smile as Lyra magicked her instruments case over to her hand before dragging a slightly blushing Octavia behind her by the hand, her cello making a hollow noise as its case thumped into her back. Knuckle couldn't help but give his head a shake as the entire encounter was replayed in his mind, from the lively Lyra to the reserved, genteel Octavia. They were both clearly interested in tripping him into bed with them, but after checking his mental registry for their ages, they were clearly attainable and apparently more than willing to invite him into their relationship (if only to spice things up, but being a red blooded stallion, that was more than fine with him).

He couldn't help the suddenly hard beating of his blood as the anticipation of getting to know these two better. He swallowed around nothing and shook his head to clear it of some rather distracting mental images and made his way to the cafeteria where he greeted the head cook with a warm smile and a little quip that set her to laughing while he grabbed a couple apples and an ice cold bottle of whole milk. If she weren't seeing somepony at the moment, he likely would have otherwise been engaged if the appreciative glances she sent his way every so often when she thought he wasn't looking were anything to go by, but that was neither here nor there. He let himself don a little half smile as he thanked her after paying for his food and made his way to a little table near a window, perfectly placed so that the sun was shining down on the table while not getting in his eyes.

Half way into his first apple, Lyra and Octavia came walking into the common area, grabbing a couple light snacks from the food line before making their way over to him. He felt his blood pressure ratchet up a notch and felt his half smile turn just a touch nervous. They settled down across from him and appraised him with smiles that had just a touch of the predatory about them. “So,” Lyra began, “What are your thoughts on bondage?”

There were very few instances where anypony could do a spit take without anything in their mouths, but this was one of those. Octavia and Knuckle both spluttered and coughed while Lyra cackled at her brazen question and their reactions. They both shot each other a quick look, Knuckle's questioning and Octavia's apologetic. “Lyra, must you always be like this?” she asked once she regained some composure.

“Oh, come on Tavi!” she giggled as the other mare blushed slightly. “I know you're looking for something a bit more... intense. I would give it to you if I could, but look at me... Not like I can get the job done unless I resort to a few enhancement potions...” she took a breath and couldn't help another giggle before continuing, “Besides, it's not like we're gonna break out a gimp suit or ball gags... Unless you want to to run out and pick some up...”

Tavi's blush flared to life as she spluttered and waved her hands about as she nervously looked around to see if any other students were around to overhear her scandalous words. Lucky for her, none were and she quickly got her nerves under control. “I swear...” she finally said with a huff of annoyance. “We're trying to get to know our dear groundskeeper, Lyra, not dive head first into asking about what we may or may not be doing in the bedroom...”

“We're doing both at the same time, Tavi, so I don't see why not...”

“Still, we'll get to that when we're in a more suitable place,” she admonished with a light smack to the back of her head which only got a lighthearted chuckle out of the incorrigible mare. “Anyway, Mister Down...”

“Knuckle or Knuck is fine, Octavia,” he cut in with a small smile. “I'm no teacher, just a groundskeeper.”

“Okay then, Knuckle,” she continued with a warm smile. “As we've less than subtly hinted at, we would like to open the door to our bedroom in the hopes of some mutual satisfaction.”

“Basically, we're looking for a red blooded stallion to be our fuck-buddy,” Lyra cut in again, getting Octavia to blush again while Knuckle couldn't help but laugh at the situation he found himself in.

“I think I got the message from the start, Lyra,” Knuckle said with a smirk. “But what I want to know is why me? I know there's plenty of young stallions around the area that would absolutely love to join you two in some activities...”

“Well, we tried that and it didn't turn out so well,” Lyra said with a distasteful twist of her mouth. “They got too... overenthusiastic... and couldn't last for as long as we wanted or weren't willing to play by the rules. With you, we know you've had at least some experience with this sort of thing and can show both of us a good time without us worrying.”

“Well, to be honest, I may not have as much stamina as you'd prefer since I haven't been... active... in several months, but if you'll have me, I'll be sure to show you two as good of a time as I can manage,” he said honestly.

“And that's a big point in your favor, Knuckle,” Octavia cut in before Lyra could say anything. “Anypony else and we likely would have heard some line about how we wouldn't be able to keep up. That and you're humble. You don't posture for its sake just to attract attention.”

“I don't have the time to strut and posture like some,” he replied with a scoff.

“Good,” Lyra said with a little smile. “That means we don't have to wait for you to primp your feathers to impress us... Not like you have feathers... But you know what I mean.” She stuck her tongue out teasingly with a decidedly cute giggle before continuing. “Just get that shirt off and we'll be a happy pair of fillies... Only the Princess knows how many mares you've sent back to their rooms to work off some... 'stress'... when you're out working the grounds.”

“Well, there's one thing I should warn you about,” he said in a slightly somber tone to which they looked at him curiously. “That 'rumor' about me saving the Princess?” He paused for them to nod before continuing. “Well, it's true. I got some commendations and a couple awards for it, but I didn't get away without some pretty nasty scars when my legs were severely broken. I was laid up for half a year before I could even start therapy which was advanced when the Princess put in a good word to the Headmistress here and got me this job.”

“Hey, scars are sexy,” Lyra replied in a throaty purr.

“I doubt they'll be anything that would put us off,” Octavia said with a warm smile.

“Well, the mages at the Castle did a bang up job of healing the most of them, so it's not much more than a few hairless spots and a few silver streaks in my coat,” he supplied just to be sure they wouldn't be completely turned off by his appearance.

“Nothing to worry about,” Octavia replied in that same tone. “So since it seems as though we're all in agreement, why don't we agree on a day, time and place for our first rendezvous and eat our meals.”

“Sounds good to me,” Lyra said with a grin. “How about Friday night around eight at Knuckle's shack?”

“That was quick,” he said with a bark of laughter. “But you seem the most eager, so I was half expecting you to say something a bit sooner.”

“Well, that's when most of the girls are out on the town having some fun, so there's less of a chance for any of them to spot us going to your place,” she answered with a smirk. “Don't want them to get too jealous or anything, ya know?”

That got him to laugh again. “I take it my place because you won't have to worry about any dorm bound mares looking for someone to hang out with checking up on you? Not to mention sneaking me in and out of a girls only dorm...”

“Smart too...” Octavia said with a deep little purr underlying her words. “There's much more to you than meets the eye and I'm perfectly fine with that...”

“So it sounds like we're in agreement!” Lyra practically squealed in giddiness. “I propose a toast to our most pleasurable of arrangements...”

“I'm sure we'll have plenty of time to figure that out,” Knuckle said with a sly grin that set Lyra into a fit of giggles while Octavia's cheeks turned rosy.

“Oh, that was good,” Lyra said after she caught her breath. “But seriously, if we're done hashing out the details, let's get to eating...” The other two nodded in agreement and quickly ate their snacks while lightly chatting to get to know each better. They parted ways about fifteen minutes later when Knuckle felt as if he had slacked off enough, but not before being given a scrap of parchment with the 'rules' for their fun time. He slipped it into one of his pockets and made his way back outside after disposing of his garbage. Looking back in, he saw the pair smiling at him and waved his farewell which was returned. Letting out a huff of breath, he settled down to get down to work. He could play plenty when Friday came around, but that was then and he still had things that needed doing.

***

Over the next couple days, Knuckle's overall efficiency went up by a noticeable amount so he could retire early to make his humble abode more presentable for his company. He would get chores done quicker and even seemed to have developed a sixth sense as he found a few things to take care of before they even became problems. Then again, that was likely because after all the time he's spent taking care of the place by now, he could now start spotting these things to help make his own life a little easier.

All-in-all, it almost surprised him when he looked at his watch after finishing his last chore of the day and found it to be ten to six on Friday. The day had seemed to completely slip by him and now the only thing he had left to do was go home, take a shower and fix a light meal for himself and his guests. Even if they all ended up in the bedroom two minutes after they walked in, he still wouldn't allow himself to be an inhospitable host. So with those thoughts in mind, he let the Staff Head know he had finished with all his chores for the day and was going to retire to his cottage early. He barely kept the eager grin off his face after he was given the okay, but let it loose when he exited the main building.

The trip back to his cottage was uneventful and quick with him making his way to the bathroom immediately. He stripped down revealing a body a few healthy steps heavier than wiry. He gave his self a quick once over in the mirror and nodded in approval when he saw that he was able to keep his arousal in check enough to even prevent a telltale showing in his onyx sheath. The dangling package below on the other hand were another matter as they seemed a good bit more swollen than usual since he had refrained from letting off some steam since making plans with Lyra and Octavia. With no time left to lose, he turned the shower on so that it was just a bit shy of a full on cold shower and went about his business quickly.

Thirty minutes later found him in his kitchen in nothing but a pair of shorts that were long enough to hide most of the scars on his legs. Opting for simple yet tasty, he set a pot of water on the stove to boil while he scrounged up a box of rotini pasta and a jar of vodka sauce. When the water came to a roiling boil, he backed off the heat and put in roughly two thirds of the box along with a healthy dash of olive oil. After putting away the unused pasta, he moved back to his living room and pulled out his work ledger to mark off all the pressing issues that he'd taken care of that day, only to surprise himself when he crossed off the last of them. There would likely be more tomorrow, but this was the first time he'd ever crossed off the entirety of his never-ending list at the end of a day. It only took him a moment to figure out why that was and let himself have a rueful laugh at the thought. Deciding that one more perusal of the rules Lyra had given him would be a good idea just in case he forgot anything, he grabbed the scrap of parchment and read it over once more.

One: If anypony says stop; stop. No exceptions.

Two: Any kinks must be talked about before the fun begins so nopony feels left out.

Three: No keeping track of sexual favors between one another.

Four: No one on one time without permission from the third.

Five: Have fun and let loose a bit.

Figuring that he had let the food be by itself long enough, he made his way back to the kitchen and found the pot boiling merrily away. A quick check found that the pasta was a bit less than halfway cooked, but that suited him just fine as it let him gather a few plates and set the table. He checked the fridge and pulled out a few odds and ends for a light salad to go with the pasta. Opting for a lighter touch here, he decided to bring out the vinegar and oil for dressing and set it beside on the table next to the main bowl of salad. Just as he was about to check on the pasta again, a knock sounded from his front door. Checking the clock, he saw that it was almost an hour early from their agreed time and wondered if something had come up.

Without much else to do, he simply made his way to the door and opened it a crack and saw the lovely couple standing on his doorstep on fidgeting hooves. He opened his door the rest of the way and greeted them with a wide smile. “You're a bit early,” he simply said as he stepped back and let them in.

“Somepony was a bit eager to get the fun started early and...” Octavia began only to pause as she sniffed at the air. “Do I smell food?”

Knuckle couldn't help but give a laugh at her change in topic. “She wouldn't even let you have supper, right?” She simply nodded with a slightly dazed expression while she mentally held herself back from the smells in his kitchen. “I guess it's a good thing I decided to make some supper for us, then. The pasta should be done soon, but take a seat and help yourself to the salad.”

“You are truly the finest of gentlecolts,” Octavia said faintly as she slipped off without another word.

“You really made her skip supper because you were too excited for some fun?” he asked a snickering Lyra.

“No,” she replied with a little smile. “She always loses her appetite before she goes on stage, but get her within smelling distance of any food when she's like this and it comes back with a vengeance.”

“On stage?”

“Well, I wasn't kidding about the bondage thing,” Lyra said with a wink as she hefted up a small purse that he hadn't seen before now. “She wants to be tied up a bit and dominated. It's a bit too much work for me, but you're definitely stallion enough for the job...”

Knuckle couldn't help the slight flush when he realized that she was eyeing his shirtless form up and down. “I... I see...” he replied simply, continuing after a polite cough to make her eyes snap back up to his. “In any case, how about we go and see if there's anything left of the food?”

Lyra snickered and gave him a playful little bow before following his lead. Octavia hadn't actually eaten much more than a first helping of the salad by the time they made it in, her eyes closed in delight as the crisp vegetables were savored. She opened her eyes when they walked in, rolling them when she saw their playful grins at hoping to see her stuffing her face like some uncouth creature who cared more for a full stomach rather than enjoying the meal they were given. Lyra let out a little laugh as she pulled up a seat and started to help herself to some salad while Knuckle returned to the pot of pasta, taking it off a couple moments after checking it. He pulled out a colander to pour the pasta into and turned on the hot water tap to wash the starchy water away before bringing their empty plates over and serving each as equal an amount as he could, topping each with a healthy amount of sauce without drowning it.

“Oh, that looks so good,” Lyra said as she reached out with grabby hands, letting out a little giggle of anticipatory delight. “Gimme, gimme!”

“You're just like a little foal sometimes,” Octavia said with mirth laced words, her expression being one of strained concentration as she fought valiantly and failed to stop her laughter. Knuckle didn't fare much better as he joined her with a few chuckles of his own. As he settled down at one of the remaining places, he served himself some salad and dug in with the appetite of one who had to work for it. By the time he started in on his creamy pasta, Lyra had managed to seemingly inhale half of her serving before he had managed to even take one bite. The best part was that she had gotten some sauce on her cheek and clearly hadn't realized it yet.

Shaking away silly thoughts about the mercurial mare, he dug in himself with practiced efficiency. Soon enough, they all had finished with their meals and were sitting around while their light meals settled. “So, your little list said we should talk about kinks before we get started, so we may as well get that over with while we digest a bit...” Knuckle said with a warm smile while Lyra smiled catishly and Octavia blushed. “I know you said Octavia wanted to get tied up and dominated, but I'll have you know I won't do anything more than a bit of spanking.”

“That's fine with me,” Octavia said quickly. “I... I just want to have a hard rutting with sompony who can leave me totally exhausted at the end of it.” Knuckle nodded in understanding since he'd been with his share of earth mares in his guard days and knew all about how they had stamina to last for up to two hours when they were in heat. It really wasn't much of a surprise that poor Octavia was left a bit put out on that end.

“I break out the magic when she's had a particularly rough day, but that leaves me with a headache the next morning...” Lyra said with a mild grimace. “And my budget won't let me buy her any expensive toys that could do the trick either.”

“So I'm just a cheap substitute?” he asked with a wicked smile on the inside while he kept a guards poker face.

“No!” They both half shouted in unison, making him loose a bark of laughter, a wide grin splitting his face.

“Why would you even say that?” Octavia asked in an almost hurt tone.

“Yeah, Knuckle,” Lyra said with a half angry scowl. “We may be moving things along fast, but from what we've seen, you're anything but a cheap substitute. Hell, you could have had your way with pretty much any student here, but you haven't. You're a hell of a stallion, so don't even joke about that sort of thing.”

“Sorry, that was in poor taste,” he replied as he let his smile drop. These two certainly had come to some opinions in the days since they had approached him.

“It most certainly was,” Octavia said with a small huff of annoyance. She took a cleansing breath and met his eyes. “So how about you? Any kinks you might have that we could entertain?”

“Well...” he paused for a moment since he knew quite a few mares were a bit skittish around his favorite fetish. “I'm rather fond of anal...”

Lyra and Octavia shared a quick look. “Tavi's a fan of anal, but I'm not. I've tried it...”

“Only because you get so nervous and tense up,” Octavia said in a tone that showed she had gone over this with her a number of times. It was Lyra's turn to blush and look away with a mild pout. Clearly she wanted to try it, but couldn't get any enjoyment out of it. “I could barely get the first couple inches of our smallest toy in you...”

“If it's a tension issue, I'm sure I can help with that...” Knuckle supplied with confidence in his experiences.

“Maybe...” Lyra said with an unsure look in her eyes.

“Trust me on this...” he said with a confident smile that eased her worry a good bit. Octavia met his eyes and gave him a conspiratorial wink to let him know that she was more than okay with him taking her marefriends anal flower. After all, if he could manage it, she'd get a front row seat to seeing her first time anally.

“Fine, but if it's too much, then I'm done with trying anal for good,” she said to Octavia who gave a little pout but nodded glumly at seeing Lyra reaching her last straw with this particular activity. Lyra's expression lightened as she changed the topic suddenly to her own favorite kinks. “As far as I go, I just love a good oral session. Giving or receiving, stallion or mare... Of course, a good rutting comes in second, but I just love feeling the feeling of them cumming in my mouth or just letting go in theirs...”

“Fair warning, she's a squirter,” Octavia cut in without preamble.

“Tavi, no fair!” she half pouted as her cheeks flushed slightly. “I wanted it to be a surprise!”

“I don't think half drowning our host would be good manners, dear,” she admonished with a half smirk.

“That was one time, Tavi, and he deserved it in the end,” she replied with a half grin. “That flank hole thought he could spank me without going over it first. Left me sore in the flank for a couple days...”

“I suppose, but Knuckle doesn't deserve that treatment.”

“Would have been funny though...”

“It would have,” he agreed with a laugh at Octavia's palm lightly smacking her forehead while Lyra snickered in agreement.

“This guy's totally in my good books after that one,” Lyra said after she got her laughter under control. “Speaking of in... You can cum inside all you want since we're not in season and there's no way you'd catch anything in the Guard. Those monthly physicals they put you through aren't just for show and since you've been here, there hasn't been any word of you having anything in the way of... feminine company...”

“Of course...” Tavi said with a small sigh. She looked between the two with a small smile that turned smoky by degrees. “In any case, I do believe I'm feeling up for a bit of... activity to work off some of that meal if you two are...”

“I know I've been sitting on wet panties for the past twenty minutes and I'm ready to have this particular itch scratched,” Lyra said with a wicked grin. “It's all I could do to not start humping on the chair to make it through that conversation...”

Knuckle couldn't help a snort of laughter at that mental image. He took a moment to give the both a winning smile before saying,“I suppose it's a hosts duty to entertain his guests in any way they desire...”

“Oh!” Lyra said suddenly as she stood up. “You gotta give us five minutes so I can get Tavi set up.”

“Right,” Knuckle said with a laugh as he stood up with a tingle of excitement. “Let me show you to my room...” With that, he led them to the second largest room in his humble abode. It was a bit dark when he opened the door since he hadn't lit the lamp yet, but the light from the living room supplied more than enough to go by, Lyra lighting his oil lamp with a brief flicker of her magic. His room had a full sized bed, a modest wardrobe, a large multi-locked trunk and a small desk and book case combination with a matching chair. Rather sparse all-in-all, but the bed was comfortable and best of all, it had plenty of room for all three of them.

“Now, no peeking~” Lyra said with a lilt and a giggle as she pushed him back easily with just her fingertips and shutting the door without a seconds delay. Knuckle didn't have much else to do but stand there and listen to some whispered words (some almost distinguishable through the door), and the muffled rustling of clothing being taken off and eventually the soft sound of his bed creaking. He heard some giggles and some more muffled conversation before a soft thud sounded. A few moments of silence sounded and finally the door opened and he peaked his head in, his jaw dropping a half second later when her saw the unclothed beauties laying on his bed.

Octavia had most definitely been tied up, that was for certain. Her arms had been tied behind her back with a soft cotton rope so that her hands were gripping her elbows while her legs were prevented from extending from her bent over position by a rope going from one knee, up her body, over the back of her neck, back down and tied at the other knee. Now, that was quite a sight in and of itself, but what made it even better was how her tail had been lifted up and pinned between her bound arms so that he could have a fully unobstructed view of her glistening folds. The outer lips darkened from her charcoal gray coat color to a full black while just the barest hint of bright pink shimmered faintly in the warm light.

Underneath her and on her back was Lyra who lay there with a half grin, hands clasped behind her head while she looked up at him with her small, perky breasts on display with their hard nipples standing proudly. She lay so that Octavia's knees were just at the crest of her hips while the rest of her body was mostly obscured by the other mares hunched form. “What're you waiting for, stud? A formal invitation?”

He snapped out of his haze and walked into his room and took a breath of the air, catching a duo of distinct smells of obvious arousal. One was low and almost smoky in its scent while the other seemed to flit about his nostrils like sheet lightning. It was a potent combination and one that he could very quickly become addicted to if he wasn't careful. Without waiting for any further goads from the anxious Lyra, he quickly disrobed from his shorts and proudly displayed his rapidly hardening stallionhood. When it came to length, he was a bit over seven inches but girth wise, he was easily a third thicker than most. His member was mostly black with a few mottled pink patches on the underside and displayed a healthy median ring that looked like it would hit all the right spots.

“Ooohhh, Tavi~,” Lyra said as she squirmed and rolled her hips. “He's perfect~...”

Tavi only let out a half muffled sigh and replied, “I'll just have to take your word for it.”

“Why don't you take a look for yourself?” Knuckle asked as he strode over to the head of his bed and displayed himself for her appraisal. She looked up with her uncovered eye from her spot on a pillow resting between Lyra's legs and bit her lip with a small moan.

“You were right, Lyra,” she finally replied, giving Knuckle a sultry smile. “He's going to be just what we've been looking for...”

“Now that you're satisfied with your little lookie, how about Knuckle moves back this way so I can blow him while he eats you out while you eat me out?”

“You two do this before?” Knuckle asked as he moved back around and gently got onto the bed so he wouldn't rock Octavia too much. “Because it seems like you've done this position before...”

“Only once, but it was a lot of fun,” Lyra said as she watched him inch closer and closer until she could finally take a breath and smell the faint amount of musk that was hiding underneath the scent of his shampoo. She let out a little hum of approval when he finally reached the perfect spot an stopped him with a hand on his hip. “Between the two of us, you need to be at just the right height and... size to make the most of this position...”

Knuckle let this bit of information drift by as his eyes locked on his pink prize. He leaned forward slowly and rested on one of his fists while the other came up to gently caress Octavia's warm flank. He shuddered slightly when he felt Lyra's moist breath washed over his member a second before a teasing lick went all the way from the tip of his shaft to the base where her muzzle gently moved back and forth to tease his sack while she took a second to enjoy his masculine scent. By the time he came back to the mare waiting for his attentions, Lyra was already licking back down his shaft with a wide, sloppy tongue. Not wanting to leave Octavia behind, he leaned forward and nipped at the fine fur on the surface of her flank. Nip, kiss, suck, swirl tongue and repeat on both cheeks until he could hear her light pants from ahead.

He slowly closed in on her marehood and noticed that if she was glistening before, she was sopping now. She knew she was in for a good rutting and now that she was in front of him, there wasn't much to stop him aside from her word. She noticed that Lyra was squirming quite a bit now and decided it would be a great time to run some distraction for Knuckle until their first round was done. With that in mind, she bent herself over a bit more so that she could nestle herself between Lyra's thighs with a blush as she knew it would look like she was wordlessly presenting herself for his attentions. She darted her tongue out and flicked it across the top of Lyra's mound with familiar ease, causing her to freeze up momentarily before spreading her legs as wide as she could. Octavia hummed with amusement and went after her marefriend without any mercy as she lapped, flicked and swirled her tongue around in the most delightfully tortuous way she could.

Knuckle was nearly in heaven when Lyra froze up with half of his shaft in her hungry mouth. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed that Tavi had shifted and her marehood as only a tongues flick away from his mouth, so who was he to deny her wordless request? He roughly pushed his muzzle into the base of her marehood while he puckered his lips and brought them to her pearl of pleasure in a gently sucking kiss where his tongue barely peaked through to swirl around it roughly. From the high pitched gasp, he still had the knack after such a dry spell and allowed himself a grin as he brought his right hand up to roughly grasp her flank while he gently nibbled at her. The muffled moans and traveled from Tavi through Lyra to his member.

Lyra wasn't sure what she had done to deserve such a reward, but she didn't want this to end. Tavi, nuzzled between her thighs while a virile stallion occupied her mouth to the point that it was nearly full. He was hot, throbbing and the musky pre that leaked from his tip only made her hunger for more. She wanted to feel his full length inside her mouth and brought both hands up to his hips and pulled him closer with insistent pressure. He resisted at first, but after a slightly harder pull, he lowered his hips further until she had to relax her throat a bit so she wouldn't accidentally gag around his length. She let her head drop back a couple inches and applied a good amount of suction as she went back up his length, slowly finding a good rhythm to the point where he began to throb regularly in her mouth.

Being so backed up, it wasn't a surprise for Knuckle when he found himself peaking faster than he would have liked and felt that he had to warn Lyra about how close he was. “Lyra,” he half groaned from where he was using his nose to roughly rub the top of Tavi's mound. “I'm getting close...” In reply, she only moaned and quickened her pace up and down his shaft. He let out a deep moan and returned his attentions to Tavi with another suckling kiss around her pearl, nibbling it between lip and teeth, roughly swirling around it with his tongue while she moaned shrilly into Lyra. If he was going to finish, he was going to help one of these mares finish with him at the least.

Tavi couldn't believe the pleasure coursing through her, the way he was just aggressive enough made the fur between her shoulder blades stand on end and his technique was superb. She could barely concentrate on Lyra, but she knew just how to trip the mare over the edge quickly and without much effort, so she latched her lips around Lyra's pearl and lashed it with her tongue with long, firm licks that had her quickly shivering in ecstasy.

Lyra couldn't stop the shrill moan that tried to escape through her nose, but Octavia had brought out the heavy artillery and was going to make her cum in only a few short moments. The only thing that would make this any better was if she could come down from it with a mouth full of musky seed. So she redoubled her efforts on the shaft in her mouth and continuously moaned into his member until his throbs came faster and faster until the head of his member flared and gave a mighty jerk as he unleashed the first of many thick shots of seed into her maw. That was the last straw for her as well as she shivered and quaked in the throes of her own orgasm before Tavi's weight dropped on her a couple moments later as her orgasm rolled through her, leaving her a panting, sticky, sweaty mess on top of Lyra.

Knuckle slowly withdrew his member from her mouth with a distinct pop as he passed her lips and looked down to see her slightly delirious eyes barely open while her mouth was over half full of his seed while the bound Tavi's marehood made a mess of her chest and stomach. “Sweet Celestia that's probably the hottest thing I've ever seen...”

Lyra let out a half drunken gurgle that may have been a giggle as her eyes refocused on his own. She closed her mouth and patted for him to get out of the way. Once he had moved, she wiggled out from under Tavi and hefted her up to a partially sitting position while she tilted her distinctly soggy head up by her chin and made a puckering motion with her mouth. Tavi looked his way with a wink and opened her mouth with her tongue sticking out as Lyra leaned down who opened her mouth as well and let her tongue extend out above Tavi's and tilted her head forward slightly so that thick, pearly drops of his cum dripped and flowed from her mouth to Tavi's. After a few moments, Lyra and Tavi closed their mouths and visibly swallowed before opening their mouths to him while sticking out their tongues impishly. If Knuckle had been getting soft a moment before, he found himself back to full mast in record time as he muttered ruefully, “I stand corrected...”

They both chuckled sultrily and looked to his shaft. “Now, how about that rutting you promised?” Tavi asked in a wicked taunt as she raised her hips and wiggled them as she resumed her position from before with Lyra moving up and sitting in front of Tavi so that her marehood was only a couple short inches away from her. Knuckle moved into position without a moments hesitation, placing his hands on Tavi's slightly sweaty flanks and grasped them firmly enough to elicit a moan from her. He moved his hips close and his member slipped over her folds from bottom to top, the heat from her almost searing to him. He let out a groan as he thrust himself back and forth a few times, both to tease her and to give himself a decent coating of her slickness.

Finally, he felt he was ready, and so did Tavi as she gave whimpering little moans as she pitifully tried to thrust her hips back to line him up. He gave her flank a firm little swat that had her freeze in position while he pulled back until the tip of his member parted her folds at the entrance to her most private of places. He brought a hand down to steady his aim as he slowly pushed into her light pink folds, the tightness of her tunnel showing that their number of male partners certainly must be few and far between, especially if they even made it to this point. Tavi let out a breathy moan as she felt herself being stretched by Knuckle's hard length while his heat radiated through her. He paused in his thrust to pull back slightly and gave another, firmer push that brought his medial ring to her entrance. Tavi let out a ragged moan as he pulled back and thrust with enough force that his rind popped inside, stretching her walls just that much more and making her tingle from the back of her neck all the way down to her hooves. One more thrust and Knuckle found himself hilted inside Tavi's sopping tunnel.

Lyra couldn't help but giggle as she watched her marefriend go stupid from Knuckle's expert treatment. He was firm and demanding without being forceful, giving her nothing but pure pleasure. She watched as Knuckle's expression was one of almost tormented pleasure as he got accustomed to her depths before returning to a eager, confident expression. He gave Lyra a wink as he firmed his grip on Tavi's waist and pulled himself half out before thrusting forward with enough force to make an audible slap. He slowly built up a rhythm with his firm thrusts, creating a sloppy clapping noise each time his hips made contact with her flank.

Tavi was awash in pleasure as she strained against her bonds, her muscles tensing and trying to stretch until they almost cramped and was forced to relax until another rising tide of pleasure made her repeat the same cycle again. She was barely aware of the soaked marehood in front of her, but when Lyra scooted forward and firmly pushed her muzzle to her folds, she licked feebly as she let out moan after moan as the familiar scent of her lover drove her to reciprocate this feeling.

Tavi felt a searing heat washing up through her as she was firmly rutted into the bed. Over the course of her past exploits in the bedroom, she had always felt her orgasms come upon her with a gentle heat that washed through her, leaving her almost energetic after each one until they built upon each other and finally left her exhausted. That didn't mean Tavi didn't love her any less, but it did leave her slightly frustrated every once in a great while, but this one time would make up for countless failed trysts with other partners. Those faint thoughts fled her mind as that searing heat suddenly come crashing up through every fiber of her being, leaving her a weak limbed mess as her marehood let lose a searing gush of fluids that coated Knuckle's sack in a hot layer, cumming without anything more than a deep moan.

Lyra was loving this... Tavi looked like she she was almost completely out of her mind with pleasure while she lapped, nibbled and sucked on her marehood while Knuckle couldn't seem to pick between watching one or the other. She felt a flush as she imagined what he was going to do with her and felt her marehood tingle with anticipation which suddenly turned into an unexpected and messy orgasm as Tavi suckled at her pearl. She let loose in a near spasm as her core flexed and convulsed in a series of glistening spurts that almost drenched Tavi's mane in her fluids and leaving her marehood nearly overstimulated which forced her to roll away from Tavi's weakly flailing tongue.

Knuckle was almost at the limit for the second time that night (especially after Lyra's drenching orgasm) and if he had to keep supporting Tavi's limp weight, he might not have enough energy to spare for Lyra's first real anal experience. So, with that thought in mind, he picked up his pace and pounded into Tavi with a ragged panting as his member throbbed harshly, telling the time had come. He had outlasted Tavi's orgasm, but with the way she was convulsing around him, he was only prolonging it and hilted himself one last time letting her slightly twitching walls dance across the sensitive surface of his member as his flare swelled back to life a couple seconds before the first semen laden throb of his member unloaded into her hot depths. He wasn't quite sure how long he came, but the heat and warmth surrounding his shaft was comforting and let him gently coast down from his orgasm.

He slowly pulled his member out of Tavi after a few moments and watched her pink and black folds leak his thick, white seed onto the covers. That sight earned him a twitch down below and couldn't help but give Lyra a sheepish grin. “You mind if we take a little ten minute break? I'm a bit spent, but I won't leave you hanging if you're still raring to go...”

“Dude...” Lyra said with an easy laugh. “You just rutted Tavi into a stupid mess and you're still good to go after what you call a 'little ten minute break?' I don't know if I can wind down enough even with your little tricks for a round of anal... Speaking of which, I'm not even sure if I can fit even half of you up my plot...” For emphasis, she rolled over onto her knees and moved her tail aside to show her dainty little plot hole. Another twitch came from below.

“It'll fit, but not with me down two rounds...” he said in a disappointed tone that had Lyra giggling.

“Then we're just going to have to try tomorrow night,” she said with a wicked gleam in her eye that left him smiling devilishly as well. “If Tavi loves anal so much, there must be something to it and you know how to treat me right since you've got the experience... Nothing against Tavi, but cold lube and a slender dildo aren't the most appealing things in the world to me...”

“Then what do you say to a hot oil massage and my own tool for a good first time?” he asked with a cheesy grin.

“Pretty damn good to me, and even if you can't fit back there, I still have two other holes that would love to have you drop a load off...”

They paused as a fit of laughter overtook them, leaving their well worn bodies tired as a wave of fatigue washed over them. “Oh, Lyra, you're too much sometimes,” he said as he rubbed a thumb across a slightly teary eye. “I don't know about how you'd feel about staying the night, but my bed's open to you if you're interested...”

“I don't mind as long as-” a monstrous sound akin to a Timberwolf getting caught in a sawmill cut her off. “Tavi's snoring...”

“You kidding?” Knuckle replied with a chortle, not even halting his words as another snore came forth from Tavi. “The barracks has to issue enchanted earplugs just so the ambient noise of the Guards' snores doesn't cause ear damage...”

Lyra snorted in laughter and broke out into a fit of laughter that had her clutching her stomach almost painfully. Her laughter quickly petered out when she saw Knuckle was only giving her a rueful smile. “You're kidding, right?” A minuscule shake of his head was her answer and she looked over to the still tied Tavi, “Eh, I guess this isn't so bad then,” she said with a rueful chuckle. A moment later, her horn glowed briefly before both Tavi and the ropes glowed before they were floated up and separated. Lyra floated Tavi around into a more comfortable sleeping position but couldn't seem to help herself when she leaned forward quickly to lap up a messy tongue full of their combined fluids still dripping from Tavi's well used nethers. “Still warm,” she said with a giggle as she stuck her tongue out, showing faint white streaks. Another twitch from below, but it was too late.

Deciding to simply not say anything, he just shook his head as a half grin split his face while Lyra snuggled up behind Tavi to form the large spoon. She looked over at Knuckle once she had settled down and patter the spot next to her, showing him that she was more than fine with this arrangement. He gave her a smile as he slid next to her after blowing out the lantern and wrapped an arm around both their waists, his hand resting next to hers on Tavi's stomach. He gently eased his other arm under their necks and welcomed the near forgotten pressure that was someone sleeping by his side if only for a night. Lyra gave a content little yawn and wiggled between the two before her breathing slowed and the only sound was their breathing and the occasional snore from Tavi.

Knuckle closed his eyes and felt himself drifting off in a matter of seconds as the scents of two curious mares filled his mind and invited him to chase after them in his dreams.