Author's Note

Side effects for this chapter include, but are not limited to: lightheadedness caused by but not limited to: uncontrolled laughing, involuntary redirection of blood flow, an erection (or severe arousal as the case may be) lasting more than four hours, chafed privates and sore arms/fingers from excessive use and an unhealthy fixation on plots and putting things in them.

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The Second Movement

The Second Movement

The morning after their night of fun found Knuckle waking up with a deeply satisfying ache in his body and firmly wrapped around the very warm bodies of his companions. Sometime during the night, Tavi had ceased her snoring and had quieted down to a pleasant hum whenever she breathed out. He raised his head and looked over them with a warm smile when he saw that Tavi had trapped one of Lyra's legs between her thighs, likely pressed right up against her nethers while Lyra's hands had migrated to the valley between Octavia's breasts. If their expressions were anything to go by, they were having wonderful dreams despite their slightly awkward positions. If it weren't so adorable, he would have found the sight incredibly hot.

Deciding to treat them to a freshly cooked breakfast, he gently extricated his dead arm from under their heads with only the barest of sleepy murmurs at their displeasure and eased himself ever-so-slowly from his bed so he wouldn't disturb them further. He grabbed a bathrobe from a peg in his wardrobe and donned it so he wouldn't be walking about the house naked at the least and made his way to the bathroom to take care of his morning ablutions, leaving the door about a third of the way open to let the room vent a bit since he had absolutely no doubt it reeked of hot sex. Ten minutes later found him putting the dishes from the previous night into the sink as he hunted down the ingredients for scrambled eggs and toast. That didn't take him long, so he pulled down a skillet and turned the stove on to get it heating while he prepared their meal. Pulling a trio of plates, silverware and to set around the table so that there wouldn't be any delay when he served them up piping hot.

The sizzle and hiss of the fresh butter and sizzling egg wouldn't do a thing to wake the mares, but he knew the smell of divine golden clouds of egg and the tantalizing smoky aroma of fresh toast would. By the time he had pulled the last piece of toast from the skillet, placing it tenderly on top of the decently sized stack of toasted goodness, he heard the faint rustlings of life in his bedroom... followed by a soft knocking on his door. He froze as he wondered who or what it might be at his door. Hoping to give the girls some warning, he called out a bit louder than usual, “Coming!”

The rustling died down from his bedroom and he made his way to the door, took a steadying breath and opened it with an easy smile... that froze in place as soon as he saw who it was on his threshold. The alabaster mare stood at eye height with him, and met his eyes with her own sparkling violet ones. Her body was shrouded in a light yellow sundress with wispy sky blue embroidery that accentuated her perfectly formed breasts and hips, coming to a stop just shy of her knees where a woven straw handbag dangled from the crook of her elbow. Underneath a woven straw hat that was tilted back at a jaunty angle by her horn, her ethereal mane of the pastel colors of dawn flowed over her shoulder while her wings fluttered slightly as she settled them. It was none other than Princess Celestia herself, as radiant as her sun and beaming at him from a half pace away. “Why, good morning Knuckle Down,” she said warmly. “I hope I haven't come at a bad time.”

He struggled for three tense seconds before giving a nervous, strained laugh that was a hairs breadth away from hysterics. “Of course not,” he replied a touch too quickly for his own liking, but there was nothing to do about it. “Come on in...”

She gave him an even warmer smile and walked in once he moved to the side to allow her entrance. She gave an appreciative sniff to the air and let out a small moan of delight. “I do hope I haven't disturbed your breakfast,” she said as she moved into the living room and sat down on the couch daintily, barely seeming to make an indent in the cushion as she set her bag beside her and rested her hands almost demurely in her lap.

“Not at all,” he replied quickly as he started to get a reign on his nerves. “If anything, would you care to join me? I made quite a batch of scrambled eggs and toast and I'm more than happy to share some with you, Princess.”

“Please, enough with the Princess, Knuckle,” she said with a light sigh. “You of all ponies can drop my title... When we're in private at least.” She finished with a light chuckle.

“If you insist... Celestia,” he replied with a slightly nervous chuckle. “So, would you care for a plate of scrambled eggs and toast? I made plenty and it's still hot...” he offered temptingly while he mentally promised himself to make it up to Lyra and Octavia.

“Oh...” Celestia said with look of mock conflict, palm to her cheek as she tilted her head to the side before a grin split her face. “If you insist. It's not often I can indulge in such a rich breakfast and you're offer is too much temptation to resist.” Knuckle gave a chuckle and shook his head at her act. Ever since he had gotten to know her, she always had this lighthearted way of joking around that seemed so at odds with the face she usually wore when she was under the tiara of her position. She gave him a smile and stood up, leaving her bag on the couch and removed her hat, placing it on top and made her way past him and into the kitchen with him a pace behind her. He stopped when she paused and looked over her shoulder curiously at him, a slight up curve to the corner of her mouth. “Were you expecting company?”

He froze as if struck by lightning as he suddenly remembered he had set the table for three. He couldn't say a thing and of all the most damning things, Lyra called out from his bedroom. Of all the things that he could have assumed, Lyra's laziness should have been one of them as she had fallen back asleep and now had woken up to find herself in a situation where yelling was clearly the only solution. “Hey, Knuckle! Your cum glued my leg to Tavi's snatch! You got a wet rag or something so I can get free and get me a piece of whatever smells so good?!”

Knuckle had never felt anything even closely akin to the concentrated mortification he felt at that moment. Celestia's eyes widened ever so slightly and a look of mild annoyance crossed her face. “So it seems you did bed a pair of students...” she said with a sigh. “You know, if you could have waited one more week I would have won the entire pool...”

Of all the things she could have said, Knuckle simply couldn't comprehend the words he had just heard. It sounded like the Princess knew about his tryst last night. It certainly sounded like she was disappointed, only not in him but in his timing. But most of all, it sounded like she had placed a bet in a particularly raunchy gambling pool revolving around the amount of time it would take him to take a student to his bed. As his mind seized up, there was a muttering of grumbling curses from his bedroom followed by a rustling as Lyra hadn't heard a single thing transpiring in the other room and opted to just use her own spit to work herself free, waking Tavi up with the stimulation.

“And good morning to you too,” the charcoal mare said bright and cheery smile as she moved into a sitting position with a glowing smile. “Are you going to finish what you started, or not?”

“We can do that later, Knuckle made us breakfast,” Lyra said with a wide smile as she scooted herself out of the bed and made her way out of the bedroom completely naked, yawning and stretching with closed eyes for a couple paces before her eyes opened and she froze in pure shock at seeing the Princess herself looking over her shoulder at her.

Octavia followed after Lyra with a sigh, her hand hovering below her nethers to prevent the bountiful load of seed from leaving a trail on the floor which did nothing to stop a warm, milky trail from trailing down her thighs. “You don't mind if I take a quick... shower...” she began to say, only to trail off when she noticed the tableau before her.

“My, my, Knuckle,” Celestia said as her expression turned from slightly annoyed to appreciative at the sight before her. “It seems you certainly know how to show a pair of mares a good time... The stories your old squad told me certainly haven't been exaggerated in the slightest.”

Knuckle had officially checked out at this point. This must have been a nightmare. He was still asleep and Celestia wasn't here relating the fact that she must have talked to his old friends about his habits. Habits that she clearly had in mind when she placed him here and made a game out of. Of course not... That was silly. Absurd even.

He let lose a breathy chuckle before faintly saying, “This is all in my head, isn't it?”

Celestia looked over to him and gave him a sympathetic smile, “Sorry to throw a wrench in your coping mechanism, but it isn't.” She gave a hearty chuckle and looked over the two mares again with approving eyes. “Dear... You seem to be dripping quite a bit... Maybe you should take that shower before you leave a puddle...”

Octavia's face seemed to go from pale as a ghost to deep crimson between one blink and the next as she realized what her Princess just said, a drip from her nethers on her hand only punctuating the statement. She gave a strangled yelp of embarrassment and darted for the bathroom, slamming the door shut barely after she'd made it inside which elicited a hearty chuckle from Celestia at her reaction. “No need to be ashamed, dear,” she called out with a half grin. “You should be very proud of your body... Your hips are quite lovely, after all.”

Lyra's mind finally reengaged at the Princess' teasing remark, causing her to giggle with a grin of her own. “If we would have known you were going to drop by, Princess, we wouldn't have greeted you in nothing but our coats.”

“Think nothing of it, dear,” she replied easily. “If anything, I owe you two an apology for not making my presence known.”

“Eh, it's not like it would have been the first time this sort of thing has happened before,” she replied, sticking her tongue out a bit. “But fair warning would have been nice... I still have a cum stain on my thigh from Tavi and it's starting to get a bit itchy, so I'm going to go join her in the shower if that's alright.”

“Please, go right ahead,” Celestia replied graciously. “But please try to not tease her too much... She seems to be taking this a bit hard...”

“I'll try, but no promises,” Lyra said with a cheeky grin as she sauntered to the bathroom and slipped inside.

“Quite the interesting pair...” she mused with a quirk to her mouth. “So how about those scrambled eggs, Knuckle? It would be a shame if they went cold before anypony could enjoy them...”

Finally, he began showing signs of life instead of being in suspended animation and jerkily stumbled into the kitchen to take a seat while the Princess sat across from him while humming a happy little tune as she magicked herself over a fresh plate from his cupboard and a fork. After serving herself a modest amount of eggs and grabbing a slice of toast, she dug in with a warm thank you to Knuckle for the meal.

“So you really placed a bet on how long it would take for me to take a student to bed, huh?” he finally said after she had made it about half way through her plate.

She smiled, swallowed her current mouthful of eggs and gave a tinkling little laugh. “Of course! It seemed like fun and it's not like you ever would take advantage of the under aged young mares here. To date, you've only conducted yourself as a gentle-stallion and it certainly seems as though you have done an excellent job of keeping your urges in check... So the only real factor was when a mare... or mares in this case, came to you in the hopes of a good time.”

Knuckle sighed as he put his elbows up on the table and cradled his head in his hands. “I take it you had some kind of surveillance spell set up?”

“Naturally,” she replied with a sly little smirk. “It was set to alert me whenever somepony other than you entered your little cottage. From there, I would alert Bylaw to do some reconnaissance and report back to me and your old C.O. once he verified what was going on.”

“So you came here knowing full well that I had a pair of young mares staying the night with me and may or may not have been involved with had Lyra woken up first?”

“She's the peppy one with the small breasts?” she asked bluntly, making Knuckle sputter and reel back with a flush. “I'll take that as a 'yes.'”

Knuckle took a deep breath, held it a moment and let it out as he slumped down in his chair. “Yeah,” he said with a rueful smirk directed at Celestia. “That's her... Octavia's her marefriend, by the way.”

“What a charming pair, but why did Lyra seem to be unravaged? Does she only swing for the home team?”

Knuckle was finally... finally starting to get over how the Princess talking like a grizzled drill instructor crossed with a high lady of the court. “Nah,” he replied with a bark of laughter. “She was a bit overtaxed by the time I finished with Octavia.”

“You can say that again,” Lyra said with a laugh from the next room. She had apparently finished her shower and was making her way over to them in nothing but her coat and bold as brass. She continued after taking a seat and serving herself some scrambled eggs and toast, “But in all honesty last night was more for Tavi than it was for me...”

“I see,” Celestia said with a warm smile as if nothing were out of the ordinary. “So what brought you two to seek out our dear Knuckle for some bedroom activities?”

“Other than the fact that he's a prime cut of stallion you mean?” she asked, making Celestia giggle and nod, much to Knuckle's embarrassment. “Well, he's got this whole... unexpected side to him that said we'd definitely get more than face value. I mean, he's surrounded by hot pieces of flank all day and never puts the moves on any of them. Sure, I've seen him looking once or twice, but it's not like he went over and flipped their skirt or something.”

“Stallions will be stallions after all,” Celestia agreed with a smirk. “So how was he?”

“Size, output or performance?” Lyra asked, much to Knuckle's red faced mortification.

“Why not all three?”

“Just over average on length, but deliciously thick,” she began with a cat-like grin that Celestia mirrored with a sly glance at Knuckle. “Volume was only good, but that'll probably go up with some regular action. Performance was stellar, especially after he told us about his extended dry spell. He did manage to rut Tavi into a pile of stupid before he finally finished.”

Celestia was going to reply, but she glanced up and called out to the other guest in Knuckle's home. “Octavia, dear, don't be shy and join us for a bite of breakfast,” she said with a joking little half smile. Knuckle and Lyra looked over into the other room and saw Tavi frozen mid step as she tried to sneak back to the bedroom with a towel attempting to keep herself reasonably modest. Attempting was the word of choice as the towel she had could barely be held together in the one hand that was almost frantically trying to hold onto it. The towel dangled only a couple inches lower than her rump, showcasing her curvaceous legs from hoof to thigh, her light pink treble clef cutie mark in stark relief to her dark coat.

“Yeah,” Lyra chimed in casually as she looked over at her lover. “I mean, the Princess saw you dripping cum from your pussy only a little bit ago with her own two eyes. Besides, it's not like we have anything she hasn't seen before...”

“Quite right, Lyra,” she confirmed with an easy smile. “Miss Octavia should be proud of her body anyway. In fact, I know several talent agencies I could personally put her in touch with in case she would want to be a model... She certainly has the figure for it.”

“That she does,” Lyra agreed with a throaty purr.

Octavia was having quite the personal crisis at this point in time. First was everything involving the Princess, of all ponies, seeing her not only naked but dripping the musky fluids from last nights escapades. Second was Lyra, casually sitting at the table and eating breakfast in the nude with the Princess. Last, and certainly not least was the fact that both were teasing and praising her in equal measure. She wasn't sure if she should run screaming at them with the righteous fury of a mare at the last of her wits or just let it all go and simply not give a single buck since it seems as if reason decided to take the day off. She ran over the chances of getting away with assault against both the Solar Diarch and her marefriend, found them to be quite poor, and just... let it all go with the most defeated sigh of her eighteen years, seven months and three days of life. “I suppose I should eat before the food gets any colder...” she said in a weary voice and made her way to the table, tossing her towel over the back of her chair just before taking her seat.

“Atta girl,” Lyra said with a toothy grin from her seat before she lifted her plate to her mouth and shoveled in a healthy amount of eggs without any decorum. Octavia simply shook her head with a sigh and served herself some food and dug in, if bit glumly.

“What's the matter?” Celestia asked Octavia as she picked up Knuckle's still untouched plate and served him a healthy portion of food, to which he thanked her before starting in himself. “You seem to be a bit put out...”

“Well, it's not every day that I expect to completely expose myself to one of the Princesses of Equestria, still dripping fluids from a night of passion and be teased about it,” she said after her mouthful of food. “I mean, here we are... Lyra and myself, sitting around a table with you eating breakfast without a single shred of modesty. It's... just... not what I was expecting and I just kinda want to go back to bed and forget this ever happened.”

Celestia's expression turned to one of motherly concern. “Come now, it's nothing to fret about, Octavia. This isn't the first time I've had a meal with under-dressed companions and there's been more than one occasion where I was the one found dripping fluids from a sweaty night of passion on the floor... At least you have the good manners to prevent any stray drops from falling on the floor.”

“I bet you learned to do that the hard way after a maid slipped and fell in a puddle you left behind,” Lyra said with a face red from barely contained laughter. “Must be pretty hard to notice something like that on a polished, white marble floor...”

Knuckle and Octavia choked on a piece of egg while Celestia blushed and coughed behind her hand before looking over at Lyra with eyes that tried to look away. “That... may have been a contributing factor in learning to not leave a mess behind...” Knuckle and Octavia both found their windpipes blocked once again, choking over the very same pieces of food they had just evicted from their windpipes only a second before.

Lyra, on the other hand, completely lost it at that as she lunged back in her chair hard enough to tilt it but not quite enough to tip it over. Her hooves drummed on the floor after she tilted back while her arms wrapped around her stomach as she leaned forward enough to rest her head beside her plate. Knuckle and Octavia blushed at learning this scandalous little tidbit about the Princess and couldn't help but share a smile between just the two of them as companions in such a similar predicament. Lyra's laughter finally petered out into pained sounding pants as she brought a hand up to the table and pushed herself back into a sitting position. “By your sisters starry mane, that's probably the funniest thing I've ever heard!”

“I would say embarrassing...” Celestia said in a half pout as her lower lip jutted out slightly, cheeks still a rosy pink. “But I figured that you three deserve to know a few intimate details of mine since I barged in on you like I did...”

“And it's appreciated,” Tavi said with a beatific smile that darkened Celestia's cheeks a shade more. “I suppose that I should thank you for being so open with us and putting us at ease... Despite the oddness that is eating breakfast with the Princess while naked...”

“Well, let's be honest here,” Celestia said as her pout vanished like an early morning mist in the sunlight, only to be replaced with an appreciative look that flickered between her and Lyra. “Who wouldn't want to eat a meal with a pair of sexy young mares proudly displaying their bodies... Unless that was to include a strapping stallion in his prime as well...”

“I'd have to agree there...” Knuckle cut in with a roguish grin directed at Celestia, hoping to tease a blush from her as she had done to him.

“Only because it's you~” she said in a voice so innocent that the three others looked on in confusion as she stood up from her seat, bent over slightly to grab the hem of her dress in her hands and brought it up and over her head before any of them could get a single syllable out of their mouths. Underneath her sundress, she wore no bra which revealed that she had nipples which looked tantalizingly soft and colored a light, happy shade of pink. She was wearing a cute pair of light blue panties that had a little white flower embroidered in the triangle of fabric on the front. These weren't on her for much longer as she hooked her thumbs through the sides and took them off without any fanfare, revealing the plush looking outer folds of her nethers, the faintest pink color visible as her coat gave way to bare skin. She sat back down after folding her dress neatly and placing it over the back of her chair, panties resting on top of them.

“Way to go, Princess!” Lyra said with a wide grin. “I gotta say, for a mare of your years, I can assure you that you still got it.”

Celestia let out a hearty laugh at that remark, smiling widely at the much younger mare across from her. She looked to the others who shared a look of quickly fading shock. Celestia was so happy that her ponies could adapt so quickly... if the stimuli was consistently strong enough, anyway. “Why thank you, Lyra,” she said earnestly. “I must say that you're quite alluring as well... But as long as we're sharing compliments, I must say that Octavia is almost dangerously seductive with that body of hers...”

“Oh, you don't know the half of it,” Lyra said with a giggle as she saw Octavia's face ignite once again. “But the worst part is she diets every now and then because she thinks she'll get...” she paused as her muzzle scrunched up. “Fat...”

Celestia looked Octavia over after Lyra's words. Her form was definitely a bit heavier with muscle, but that was because of her earth pony heritage. Her stomach was smooth with only the barest hint of muscle definition while her thighs and calves rolled and sloped with well developed muscle under the barest amount of padding. Her breasts were a solid d-cup with slightly hard nipples a few shades darker than her coat which drew her gaze down her trim waistline and over her voluptuous hips. “Octavia...” Celestia said with a half smile. “If you think you're going to get fat from eating a healthy meal three times a day along with a few snacks, then maybe you should establish yourself an exercise routine to help you burn those extra calories?”

“I would, but with all my classes and composing...” she said with a slightly chagrined expression as her reasons for her dieting immediately sounded flimsy to herself.

“I'm sure that if you took an hour or two out of your schedule three or four times a week, I'm sure you'll quickly find yourself not worrying about your figure any more,” Celestia paused to shoot Knuckle a smile. “Especially since you have an ex-Guard at your disposal. I'm sure he can help you out here as well... Just try to get through the entire workout before jumping his sweaty bones...”

Knuckle snorted in amusement while he gave the thought a moment to roll over in his mind. It didn't take him long to find absolutely no reason not to and gave Octavia a warm smile and a nod before he looked over to Lyra. “Of course, if Octavia comes by, I expect you to come along as well... You're a bit skinny if you ask me and a bit of muscle would look good on you.”

Lyra gave a half squawk as she looked herself over. Her expression quickly turned ponderous instead of slightly outraged and she gave a little hum of thought as she gripped one of her biceps with the opposite hand and gave it a flex. “I could see that,” she said after a moment, much to everypony's amusement. “When do we start?”

Knuckle gave a snort of amusement at that. “Not for a while, Lyra,” he said with a bit of amusement. “Not with the weights anyway. We'll start with basic conditioning... Running, jogging and some fairly basic exercises that will have you thinking you're back in grade school. That being said, it's all important one way or another, so you may as well get used to the thought.”

“Alright,” she replied with a bright smile. “If it'll help Tavi stop worrying and make me look even sexier, I don't mind working out a bit here or there...”

“I suppose if you're sure we won't put you out...” Tavi said with a slightly unsure look at Knuckle.

“No trouble at all,” he replied easily, his smile bringing one out of her as well.

“So...” Lyra said after their little moment. “Are you going to join us or not?”

“Join you?” he replied, completely lost for the moment as she changed the topic.

“In eating breakfast in the buff,” Lyra explained as if it were obvious.

Knuckle had to bite back his immediate refusal. So far, he had been able to coast by without paying too much attention to their distinct lack of undress as the conversation had kept him engaged, but the prospect of exposing himself outright to three beautiful mares immediately began to divert blood to another place of his anatomy that asked for more as it quickly swelled to life. He quickly glanced at the Princess, who looked at him with a suddenly curious expression, an innocent half smile curving her lips up. Tavi was looking at him from under her curly bangs, a faint blush marring her cheeks in secret anticipation, making his resolve weaken further. “I suppose fair is fair,” he finally said as he stood up, his unmistakable arousal lifting the front of his robe away from his crotch. If anything, that only made him harder as he throbbed once under the soon to be discarded robe. The three mares' blushes grew in vibrancy as his hands moved to the waistband, quickly untying it and letting it fall open to reveal his hard vitality. He shifted his shoulders, letting the warm garment slip from him and gathered it across an arm before draping it across the back of his chair.

“I would ask that you not stand at attention in my presence, but it appears as if such actions have become second nature,” Celestia said in a mirth silvered voice. Lyra and Tavi both couldn't help but giggle at the Monarchs play on words while Knuckle blushed, taking his seat shortly after.

“What can I say?” he replied as a smirk came unbidden. “Old habits die hard.”

“I suppose I can forgive you that,” she retorted with a laugh. The others couldn't help a chuckle as well. “Anyway, since we're all in a state of improper undress, we may as well finish breakfast before duty pulls me away.”

“You sure you can't stick around for a while?” Lyra asked as she was quick to start serving herself more eggs and toast. “I mean, it's not every day that we have a chance to hang out with the Princess...”

“I'm sorry, dear,” Celestia replied with an apologetic smile. “But I promise to send Knuckle a letter in advance the next time I plan on dropping by so he can tell you.”

“Awesome,” Lyra said with a wide grin. “We'll be sure to whip him back into shape by then if you'd care to join us with some fun. Couldn't have him disappointing you of all ponies.”

Tavi and Knuckle both flushed, thinking slightly different things despite the same outcome. “Perhaps I'll schedule an extended visit in that case,” she mused aloud with an indulgent smile directed at Knuckle who returned it, if a bit nervously as he was completely unsure if she was serious or not. After that, they all returned to safer waters as the topic changed to the mundane. Celestia spent some time asking after Knuckle's more mundane job aspects, getting a laugh as he complained and griped about how stingy his budget was for procuring new flowers to keep the grounds a thriving and well loved place by the students.

“You know,” Tavi said as a brief lull in the conversation happened. “Now that I think about it, I don't believe I've ever thanked you for keeping the grounds so beautiful. It must be hard, especially since you came on as the groundskeeper with only a couple months of tutelage under the old keeper.”

“I don't really need to hear it said,” Knuckle assured her with a warm smile. “Seeing the students smiling as they walk through the gardens and enjoying the peace is thanks aplenty.”

“So sappy,” Lyra muttered with a smirk and a shake of her head which got her a token cuff on the back of her head from both Tavi and Knuckle. She shrunk her head down and gave a mock cringe while the pair smirked at her.

“You kinda deserved that,” Celestia said with a chime like giggle that only served to make Lyra pout as she shoveled the last of her eggs onto her last piece of toast before cramming it in her mouth. She took a moment to look outside at her sun and stood up from the table with a deep sigh and a languid stretch that the others couldn't help but appreciate. “However, it seems as though my time here today is coming to an end.”

“Awww...” Lyra bemoaned as she looked up at Celestia with her best puppy dog eyes.

“Now, now... None of that,” Celestia chided with a chuckle as she levitated her sundress and panties off the back of her chair, floating her dress over her form before snagging her panties from out of the air. “You'll see me again before the month is out...”

“Sweet~!” she exclaimed with an ecstatic giggle.

Tavi noticed the panties in her hand and gave Celestia a questioning look to get a teasing one in reply. “If it's not too much trouble, please try to keep Knuckle out of mischief,” she asked her with a warm smile.

“It... shouldn't be too much trouble, Princess,” she replied as she watched to see what Celestia was going to do. She moved around to stand behind Knuckle and leaned down over the back of his chair, her breasts cradling around the sides of his immediately crimson face while she took her recently worn panties and put them on his head before gently wrapping her arms around his neck in a gentle hug.

“And Knuckle?” she asked in a warm voice that held clear notes of her amusement. “Do try to treat these lovely young mares as they ask to be treated. I'd be quite cross to learn that such a gallant stallion was taking liberties, or denying reasonable requests. I know you gave a lot to protect me, never thinking of your own safety or life in the moment. So far I've only given you more work to do, but your just rewards will come in due time. As your Princess... but most importantly, as your friend, I assure you of that.”

Knuckle couldn't say anything as he felt a surge of affection for Celestia at her words. It wasn't because she teased him, flirted with him and shamelessly revealed herself to him that stole his words. It was because he could tell that Celestia felt guilty over a complete fluke of happenstance. He wanted to tell her that he thought nothing of it, that she didn't have to do anything more for him, but the tiniest seed of disingenuous thought strangled his voice. He truly couldn't help the feeling that he'd been cheated in life despite his current fortune and luck. Instead of trying to choke something out, he simply reached a hand up to gently grip a forearm and nuzzled the top of his head to her jaw with a warm smile.

The Princess gave a happy little hum of approval before finally breaking her rather lewd hug and made her final farewells before gathering her bag and hat from the couch and departing the cottage. They sat in quiet contemplation for a while before Knuckle stood up with a little sigh of his own and started clearing away the dishes with a little smile on his face. Lyra and Octavia snapped out of their trances and helped him clean the amassed dishes from this morning and the previous night. Once they had finished with that, Knuckle couldn't help the yawn that escaped his mouth and looked blearily over at the mares who were putting away the last of the things. “You two want to join me for a mid morning nap? I doubt the bedroom's aired out yet, but I was thinking the couch would be big enough if I pulled all the hoof-rests over in front of it.”

“That sounds great,” Lyra replied with a grin while Octavia gave him an odd look.

“What?” he asked with a little bark of laughter.

“I surely hope you don't plan on going about the entire day with the Princess' panties on your head...”

Knuckle felt his face burn hot as he finally noticed the garment on his head. “I completely forgot about them...” he said with a nervous little chuckle as he reached up and pulled them off. “I'll just... go put them somewhere safe.”

“You do that,” Lyra said with a laugh as she began levitating the hoof rests in front of the couch. He went back into his room and thought for a moment before deciding on his trunk. He took the ring of keys from the hook on the inside of his dresser and opened the smallest lock before lifting the lid to reveal a ceder paneled interior that had only a few eclectic odds and ends that held great sentimental value to him. He folded the panties neatly and tucked them into a corner before closing it and shaking his head. Of all the things he ever expected to put in this particular compartment, a pair of panties worn by the Princess of the Sun certainly wasn't among them.

He came back out of his room after locking his chest back up and found Lyra and Octavia chatting quietly as they sat on the hoof rests while they waited for him “You two ready?” he asked during a pause in their conversation. They nodded and stood up, letting Knuckle take the spot against the back of the couch. After he had gotten settled, Tavi sat back down and scooted up next to him, gently easing herself partially on him as she lay down. After she got comfortable, Lyra sat down and scooted up close to Tavi with a timid little yawn that set the other two off with their own jaw cracking ones. “Sure, your jaws crack when I was the one deepthroating last night,” she joked, getting the pair to snort in amusement.

“With such a big mouth, I'd be more surprised if it did crack from something as common as a yawn,” Tavi shot back, getting a giggle from Lyra and a chuckle from Knuckle. After a moment of shuffling and readjustment, all three of them found the most comfortable position ending with Knuckle draping an arm over their middles, getting a content sigh from both mares. They drifted off to a light sleep shortly after that.

***

Knuckle woke up with a deep groan and an energetic stretch, gently pushing against Octavia who was murmuring quietly in her sleep as she groped Lyra in her sleep. Lyra gave a little yawn of her own as she woke up from the movement and blinked owlishly as she craned her neck to see Knuckle smacking his lips as he woke up. “Hey, big fella,” she said quietly. “Have a good nap?”

“Yeah,” he replied as his heart began to pump a bit faster, revitalizing him from head to hoof. “You?”

“Oh yeah,” she replied with a languid stretch of her own. “What time is it?” He looked over to the little clock he had over his mantle piece and found it to be half past ten and relayed it to Lyra. “Huh... Woke up earlier than expected...”

“That so?”

“Yep,” she said with a half smirk. “So what was that you said about a hot oil massage and attempting some anal?”

“If you're sure,” he replied as he felt a surge of excitement down below, his member growing hot and beginning to poke out from hiding.

“I'm pretty relaxed right now and if you're any good with your hands, then I'm feeling confident that you could make it fit if anypony could,” she replied sultrily.

“Sounds like you're eager to get down to business,” he said with an eager grin. “Do you want the full experience or the beginners?”

“What's the difference?” she asked curiously. “You're still sticking it up my plot...”

“Well, with the beginners experience has less... cleaning,” he supplied.

“Cleaning?”

“Well, for anal, it's a good idea to use the loo before we begin so there's no accidental mess,” he replied with a little chuckle at Lyra's look of distaste. “The beginners try just has you do that and I use a rubber. If you want the full experience, you have to... flush yourself out a couple times with a solution and I can forgo the rubber. I have a cleaning kit you can use, so you have both options available...”

“I don't know,” she said after a moment of thought. “I'm gonna ask Tavi about this.”

“No pressure either way,” he replied with a comforting smile. “I know it's a good bit out of your comfort zone and I'm willing to go with whatever you decide.”

“Thanks,” she said with a warm smile. “That means a lot.” After that she wiggled around in Tavi's grasp and started giving her tiny kisses on the lips. The little smacking noises made Tavi's ears flicker slightly and made her let out a little sigh of contentment. After a few more kisses, she started returning them as she woke up smiling.

“Morning, love,” she said in a low, resonant voice that spoke volumes about how content she was at this moment. She gave Lyra one more kiss and looked over her shoulder at Knuckle who gave her a sheepish little grin. “And what has you so excited? Not that I'm complaining or anything of the sort, but you seem to be knocking at my back door...”

Lyra let out a chiming laugh at that before answering, “I was asking him about trying anal and he told me about two ways we can go about it. The full and and beginners.”

“Of course,” Tavi replied with a knowing smile. “I've only used toys for so long that I'd nearly forgotten about the need for extra cleaning for a stallion to play back there without a rubber.”

“Well, I thought I'd ask you which you think would be better for my first time. ”

“Well, if you want to get the most out of it, the flushing is well worth the extra effort,” she answered honestly. “What surprises me is that Knuckle has the proper equipment for it.”

He gave a laugh at that. “Had a few mares in the guard who liked a good anal session and wanted to be able to being them back to my room instead of always imposing on their hospitality so I invested in a kit.”

“A likely story,” Octavia replied as she looked over her shoulder at him with a laugh that said she was only teasing.

Knuckle gave a laugh of his own and patted her rear. “Call it an investment in one of my favorite bedroom pastimes...”

“Speaking of bedrooms,” Lyra cut in with a chuckle, “We really stank that place up.”

Knuckle gave a hearty laugh while Tavi flushed. “That we did,” he replied. “So, what's the verdict, Lyra? Think you want to go the whole nine yards or take the easy way?”

She gave an unsure look at first, but seemed to come to a decision quickly enough as her expression firmed and gave a little nod. “I want to go the whole way... If I'm going through with it, I want to do it right.”

“That's my girl,” Tavi said with a little squeal of delight as she brought Lyra into a quick hug. “I'm so happy you're going through with everything~”

“Tavi, enough!” Lyra said with a laugh at her marefriends enthusiastic reaction, pushing away after a moment. “Let's go clean out my plot since you two want to make it all dirty.”

Tavi and Knuckle laughed at that and they all got up to go about their tasks. Lyra and Tavi retreated to the bathroom after Knuckle dug out his cleaning kit from another compartment in his chest. Knuckle heard some muffled chatter coming from the bathroom before he retreated back to his room to rummage around in the same compartment as before to pick out some oil for the massage. He finally settled on a flagon of lightly floral scented chamomile oil, hoping that its scent and calming properties would help Lyra to relax even more during his massage. Knowing just how messy an oil massage could get, he stripped his stained comforter and a pair of pillows from his bed to bring out to the living room, doubled it over to provide some extra cushioning since it was more than big enough. He set the oil down on the coffee table and went off to the kitchen to pull out a shallow stone bowl polished to a glass-like surface on the interior while it was left slightly rough on the outside. He set it on the stove and turned it on low to heat it.

He returned to the living room after pulling Tavi's towel from the back of her chair and lay it beside where he had set up for Lyra so Tavi could enjoy her front row seat to the proceedings without worrying about staining his rug. He made his way back to the kitchen to check on the temperature of the stone bowl and found it only middling in warmth, so he opted to simply wait until it was hot enough to take off since it wouldn't take much longer. As he waited, he thought he heard a few noises from the bathroom, but the maker or origin of those noises couldn't be discerned and just let his imagination run away with itself a bit. He almost didn't catch the temperature on the bowl in time as he got a bit lost in his thoughts about bright pink plot holes, but he managed to pull the bowl off the stove with only the minor aid of a rag to protect his hand.

After moving the toasty bowl to the coffee table, he quickly poured a good measure of oil into it, letting it release its natural aroma from the heat. He quickly returned the rag to the kitchen and took a seat on the edge of the comforter and looked at the bathroom door. He couldn't help the occasional throb of anticipation from his member and was eventually rewarded for his patience when a surprisingly demure Lyra walked out of the bathroom, her left hand gently gripping her right shoulder while her head was turned slightly away and eyes downcast as a light pink blush dusted her cheeks. The sight made him throb so hard that it was almost painfully pressurized for nearly five seconds before Tavi peeked over Lyra's shoulder and spoiled the look.

“Quit teasing the poor colt,” she said with a laugh. “He looks about ready to burst a blood vessel...”

Lyra gave a husky little chuckle while her eyes suddenly smoldered with an inner lust. her entire image shattering as she dropped her hand from her shoulder while taking a step forward that set her hips to swaying. Knuckle couldn't help the reflexive gulp, but didn't mind showing a bit of weakness in the company he currently shared. “Can't have that happening until he bursts somewhere else, now can we~” Lyra said in a sultry purr as she walked up to him, her slightly moist folds a tongue flick away when she stopped and dropped down on top of the comforter so she could sit with crossed legs.

“That was a horrible pun, even by your standards,” Tavi replied as she made her way over to the towel and sat down, giving Knuckle a thankful smile as she did so.

“So, things go well?” he asked the pair.

“Surprisingly so,” Tavi replied with a chuckle. “I decided to try the same trick doctors use with foals when they go for their boosters and gave her a countdown, only sticking it in before she could tense up.”

Lyra gave a cute little pout as a darker blush crept across her cheeks. “I feel like I was tricked... And by Starswirls majestic beard, was it weird having water get squeezed up my plot.” She gave a mock shiver. “I never would have imagined anal would require so much prep...”

“Only if you want to do it right,” Tavi replied in a slightly opinionated tone before her expression turned noticeably hungry as she continued. “Now you're squeaky clean and ready to get dirty...”

Lyra couldn't help but snort in amusement at that, but refrained from saying anything antagonistic. “So, how do you want to start since I know how this is going to finish?”

“You can lay face up for now,” Knuckle said with an easy smile. “We'll take this nice and slow...”

Lyra gave him a thankful smile as she brought a hand over to cup his cheek warmly before she laid herself out on the comforter. Knuckle shuffled around until he was on his knees and shuffled over until he was at Lyra's side. He moved the almost hot bowl of oil down from the table and set it within easy reach before dipping his fingers in the warm oil before rubbing it over his other hand to spread it out. He repeated this a few more times until there was a healthy coating before reaching down to grasp Lyra's hand, almost causing her to start at his unexpected starting place. He gently but firmly kneaded into the wiry muscle and tendons of her hand, causing her to let out a deep sigh as his slightly rough fingers touched and triggered nerve endings she never knew she even had in her hand, releasing a fraction of the tension that she held subconsciously in her body.

She couldn't believe just how much sensation could be felt from her hand alone, not doing anything at that. His fingers kneaded along the relatively thick muscles of her palm and she felt nothing but waves of soothing pleasure. She almost let out a whine until his oil slicked hands moved to her well toned forearm. She couldn't help the hitched breath she held when his thumb gently dug into the tendons of her wrist, intensifying the relaxation even further as his other hand worked into the taught muscles of her forearm, reaching far closer to the bone than any self massage had reached before. Unnoticed knots of tension melted under his firm ministrations and she wondered if she could ride this wave of pleasure to a climax without a single touch to her nethers. His ministrations dulled as he reached her bicep, but quickly rose again when he reached the joining muscles and tendons where her pectorals stretched to her shoulder.

Knuckle was having a hard time controlling himself as he massaged Lyra. Her svelte form was certainly not just for show as he fondled and caressed the wiry muscles just under her coat and skin. They resisted slightly at first before giving in with a nearly liquid release as he touched on nerve endings that only transformed his ministrations into pure pleasure to her slightly wired mind. As he progressed, the token resistance of her body faded to even less than that as he progressed to her upper torso. After reaching her first set of pectorals, he dipped his fingers into the oil once again and focused his attention on her neglected hand and arm, treating it to the same attentions he gave the other. She practically turned into a puddle of mare when he made it to her other shoulder joint.

Lyra was awash in a sea of relaxation and pleasure when Knuckle moved to her breasts, treating them as simple extensions of her body instead of sexual monuments in need of placation. He gently rolled over their modest mounds, ignoring those deliciously pink peaks of pleasure in exchange for the gently rolling waves he gave her through his inexorable hands. He paused to wet his hands again and continued to give her chest the reverent attention it deserved as an intrinsic part of her body and her passion for music. He moved on to her abdomen, only lightly brushing over the muscles and focusing on her hips. They were taut and firm, practically vibrating when he pressed into them. She tensed slightly, obviously wanting to squirm but resisted the urge strongly so his skilled hands wouldn't miss a single inch of her body. Knuckle couldn't help but look at the treasure nestled between her thighs from his position and found it flushed and glistening, her arousal so strong that the inner petals of her marehood peeked out from hiding just a bit.

He dipped his hands again into the oil before continuing down her thighs once the muscles in her hips were soft and gave to the lightest pressure put on them. Her thighs were slim, but solid, speaking of endurance. They only gave under the firmest of pressure, not melting as the rest of her body had, merely relaxing instead of releasing. He caressed and massaged her from hip to knee, outside and inside. He found it almost adorable when he worked the inside of her thighs, working his way up until his fingers were a fraction of an inch from her marehood, her breath hitching as a pitiful, gasping whine escaped her mouth in pleasure only to leave her wanting even more when he didn't even brush against the fur covering her folds. When he moved on to her calves, she let out deep moans as long held tension was worked out from his firm hands.

Once he finished with her calves, he had her turn over which turned out being an arduous affair as she was as weak as a new born foal for all the help she gave him. Despite her languid form, she was flipped around and rested on her pillow face down and breathing deeply. Once she had been flipped over Knuckle shifted so that his knees straddled her waist, his hard length and package resting with an easy weight along her spine and radiating a gentle warmth through her coat. He dipped his fingers into the oil once again and went to work on her shoulders, easing the tension she held there with practiced ease. He moved on to her upper back, causing a her to let out a guttural groan as a few pops sounded from her spine as her form seemed to turn into quivering mare-jelly. He slowly made his way down either side of her spine, eliciting the occasional pop that only helped her relax even more. Her back was soft and oh so malleable by the time he ran down it a second time.

When he made it to her perky rear, he shifted back a good bit, letting his length run down the valley of her plot before his knees rested by her own. After changing his position, he began with the top, pressing into it gently yet firmly, feeling the muscles under her skin and coat tense slightly before giving way under his touch. He made his way across the top oh-so-slowly, causing her to unconsciously roll her hips up just a bit while her tail flagged itself. When he made it up to her tail, he softly touched on the base of it, causing her breath to hitch as he touched on those neglected nerve endings. He gently rubbed and rolled it, gently rubbing on the tiny patch of bare skin on the underside and causing waves of gentle pleasure to flicker through her body like sheet lightning. She almost let out a little whine as he moved back to her rear, pressing and kneading into the thicker muscles near the center while working outward in a tight spiral that spread a warmth through her rear. When he finally came to a stop at the bottom of her cheeks, he gently teased her as he took his thumbs and worked them into the feverish valley between her cheeks, rubbing them in opposing directions while he pressed down slightly.

Lyra felt her breath come in slightly shallower waves as his thumbs inched their way up to her plot hole. She couldn't help the hitch in her breath as his thumbs tenderly touched on that tight ring of muscle. He rubbed one thumb tenderly around its circumference, bringing a nearly electric sensation to her nethers while he quickly dunked his other in the oil to get another coating before bringing it back. His slick appendage, warm with oil picked up where his other left off, slickening her hole with the warm oil. She let out a sigh and felt herself relax when she realized that he was simply massaging it for now. The biggest thing that surprised her was that it was working.

Knuckle couldn't help the swallowing gulp as he rubbed and caressed Lyra's plot hole. It was so hot to the touch, almost feverishly so. When he first touched it, it was almost hard to the touch but after some time and his gentle ministrations, it was softening a great deal. It was became elastic enough to the touch that he started to rub it from the center to the outside, his gentle touch spreading it open slightly while Lyra let out a half moan half sigh at the sensation. He dipped his hand back in the oil again and quickly brought it back. He felt that she was ready enough to introduce his thumb to her and placed it in the center. He just let it rest there for a moment before he began to move it in a small circle while gently applying pressure. He didn't add any more while he did this, keeping it at a near constant while he waited for Lyra's body to allow him entrance. Entrance he was granted sooner than expected as her tight ring spread around the first half of his thumb with almost a hungry pull while she let out a breathless gasp at the sensation. He felt her ring clench slightly around the intruder before letting up as she got acclimated. Once she had relaxed again, he pressed his digit in slowly all the way to the base and gently wiggled and rolled it about inside her feverishly hot depths.

“How's that doing for you?” he asked in a husky half whisper.

“Oh sweet Celestia, Tavi was right,” she said in a half moan. “This is fucking awesome...”

Knuckle couldn't help but laugh at her new found enthusiasm. “Think you're ready for another finger?”

She wiggled her hips slightly before giving a little nod as her flushed face took on one of blissful contemplation of what she was feeling. Knuckle smiled and curled his index finger up and around without removing his thumb, placing it on her oily hole. He gently wiggled it back and forth as he pressed it into her, gaining entrance quickly while she let out a deeper moan of satisfaction. Once his second finger was in, he noticed that Lyra didn't tense up nearly as much as she did the first time and was excited to think that he would likely be hilted in her plot in a short while. Once he had buried his other finger into her tight passage, he slowly spread his fingers, stretching her walls and causing her to let out little gasps as she processed these new sensations. After a few minutes of this, Lyra began squirming in earnest, what could be seen of her face a deep shade of red.

“Knuckle, if you don't stop fondling my plot and start plowing it, I'm going to go nuts~” she said in a needy voice.

“I think it's showtime, don't you, Tavi?” he asked, finally looking over at the other mare beside him for the first time since they began. His jaw dropped when he saw her unashamedly masturbating from her kneeling position, two fingers buried deep and slowly thrusting into her slick depths while her other was hidden from view, likely toying with her own plot hole. Her flushed face was one of nearly pained pleasure as she was furiously biting her bottom lip to keep herself from making any noises so Lyra wouldn't be distracted or tense up.

Instead of replying, she just nodded her head jerkily. Knuckle couldn't help but grin widely at her wanton display. He slowly pulled his fingers out of Lyra's plot, causing her to moan deeply at the sensation. When his fingers popped out, he watched as the little ring of muscle flexed and pulsed as it tried to pull at nothing. He quickly scooped up a generous amount of oil and began coating his length in the warm liquid. He ran his oily hand up and down his length a couple times, eliciting a quick throb at the sensation before repeating the process twice more until his length was practically dripping. After finishing his prep work, he slathered even more oil on and around Lyra's tight little hole. There was never such a thing as too much lubrication when it came to anal.

He scooted forward until his knees were level with her hips and had to aim himself down with a hand to line himself up properly. He dropped his hips down to a more level angle and leaned forward enough to barely press the head of his member to the pink ring of her plot. She took in a slow, deep breath when he made contact and pressed back into him, the pressure and slickness nearly letting him slide in without much more force. He steadied his aim while he placed a hand on her waist to stop her from forcing it. That pause in action, the position and the situation all conspired to make him throb just right. With that one throb, the tip of his stallionhood popped into the feverish hole which had never seen such a visitor before and he couldn't help the breathless gasp that he let loose at the sensation as she flexed around his initial penetration.

He froze as soon as he entered Lyra's plot so he wouldn't thrust out of reflex and make her uncomfortable. As he waited for her to adjust, the first thing he noticed aside from the tightness was the heat. She was practically searing in temperature compared to the radiant heat of Tavi's sacred spot. Lyra's plot eased on its sudden clenching and Knuckle felt the time was right and placed both hands around her waist, eliciting a low moan from her. He pushed forward with gentle strength and forged ahead into unknown territory. Lyra couldn't stop the moans that passed her lips as she felt herself being spread and filled to such a degree. Each time before this had seemed so calculated and refined to what had been deemed the 'best' experience from Tavi's own experiences. This was so completely different as to be a world apart. Knuckle was alive, throbbing, burning and yearning with a need that only she could fulfill.

Lyra felt his insistent pressure and need to fill her rear passage with his passion and gave into it. He was so gentle, so earnest in his own want and desire to make this pleasurable for her own sake that she could only let him press his slick member forward. He was so gentle to her virgin hole that there was virtually no pain aside from the awkward stretching, only the radiant warmth of his member and the unique sensation of its passage. She could hardly believe it when she felt the firm medial ring of his member pressing against her. She was so full... Surely she couldn't fit any more of him inside her... But another pass of an oil coated hand proved that to be a lie as he slid himself even more into her. Oh... How strange this felt to her, but at the same time she came to realize that as long as it was him, she would be more than fine to allow this intimate intrusion.

Knuckle couldn't believe the sheer tightness of Lyra, the heat, her caressing walls, her sheer vitality as he plunged into her. Unlike so many of his other partners involving anal sex, she was perfectly balanced between the fine line of relaxation and full sensation. She didn't give a single vocal complaint about his advancing conquest of her rear, giving him a confidence that he so rarely felt in such a situation. She writhed against him, inside and outside, trying to draw him deeper while her body showed her obvious approval of his stimulation as her legs shivered, hands reaching up to grasp his own in a weak plea for him to be more forceful.

He reached his base suddenly, her tight hole squeezing around his base in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper while only succeeding in making him that much harder as she restricted the blood flow to his member. He couldn't help but rest himself for a few moments, both for her sake and his own as they both got acclimated to each other. After a few moments he slowly began to withdraw his solid length, dragging across her walls in a way that elicited the lewdest moan either he or Tavi had heard. It was deep, husky and pleased in a way that showed just how much she loved the sheer sensation of his passage. He stopped short of his median ring before slowly thrusting forward again, making her gasp at the feeling.

Lyra was so full that she couldn't accurately describe the feeling if she had been offered a million bits. His length, his girth, his warmth... So filling that she could only properly describe and relive it in a lucid dream given to her by Princess Luna herself and leave her blushing and wanting before the end of it. But this wasn't a dream as his member slowly began to leave her willing walls. She clenched, trying to bring him back in, but only eliciting a throb as he continued on his way. When she thought he was about to continue past his median ring, he began thrusting back into her with that most welcome length.

As he thrust into her and she into him, they fell into a rhythm as they both sought their pleasure from the experience. Lyra couldn't determine whether she loved the insistent thrusting or the slow withdrawal from her tunnel more while Knuckle loved every moment of their union, either way, she was washed in waves of pleasure that she rolled and reveled in. The pace slowly increased as they both grew accustomed to one another, reaching a happy medium where neither was left wanting from the experience. The hot, tight warmth of Lyra proved to be a siren call of Knuckle while his filling heat sounded a call of its own for her. Knuckle slowly began to take shallower and shallower thrusts into her depths as he knew he wasn't to last long. Lyra, on the other hand found his short, urgent thrusting as more of a turn on than anything as her marehood flowed and dripped its approval.

Lyra couldn't help the waves of euphoria that she felt as he dragged against her walls, the nerve endings firing off like slow motion fireworks while her heat seemed to sear him as if he were beside a fireplace and desperately loathed to leave it. They barely seemed to separate from each other as his thrusts grew more and more fevered, his face contorting fiercely as he strove to deny his own release for Lyra's sake. Eventually he couldn't hold back any more as he rapidly thrust into her while he remained hilted in her rear, making her whole body twitch and jerk as he released into her, his searingly hot seed flooding her passage.

He could barely retreat for a proper thrust before his desire to remain buried in her depths, her rolling hips practically forcing him back into her despite his own actions. He felt his peak rapidly approaching and he couldn't stop his body as he held her tightly, thrusting into her while he remained hilted, her rapidly fluctuating walls gripping his hilted member while trying to invite him even deeper. He felt the head of his member flare shortly after that, unloading deep within her bowels with powerful throbs that seemed to only renew his orgasm each time. Throb after throb unloaded into her while he held motionless within her, time seeming to lose its meaning until his throbs slowed and eventually stopped. He let out a long sigh as he gently rubbed her waist, too sensitive to even move from his entrenched spot but still wanting to let Lyra know through a touch that everything was alright. He waited for a few moments before he moved again, slowly pulling himself from her. When he finally pulled himself out with the faintest of pops, leaving her rear passage twitching and slightly agape.

“It's so warm~” she half moaned as she began to raise herself up. Knuckle couldn't help but watch her plot hole and was rewarded when he saw a stream of creamy seed come running out of her well used hole. He saw her try to reflexively clench to stem the flow, but that only made her leak even more, causing it to drip over her soaked marehood. If he hadn't been so completely spent from their session, he may have gotten a twitch from the sight, but it wasn't meant to be.

“I think Tavi enjoyed the show almost as much as you did,” Knuckle said with a low chuckle when he saw the charcoal coated mare sprawled on her back, hand feebly twitching as three of her fingers were still buried to the hilt in her marehood while her expression of pure bliss was matched with glassy eyes.

Lyra looked over at Tavi and couldn't help the silvery chiming of her own laughter. “I don't think I've ever seen Tavi so over sexed in all the time we've been together! If you can help me do this to her more often, then we're going to have the best of friendships!”

“To be honest, we get along well enough despite the sex,” Knuckle said with a warm smile. “So I'd be honored to call the two of you friends.”

“Bah,” Lyra said with a wave of her hand and a half grin to let him know she was joking. “Save the sappy shit for any other time than just after you plowed my plot... I'm going to be walking funny for days after this...”

“Let's just be glad you're not a dancer then,” he retorted with a chuckle that Lyra joined in as well.

“Anyway, I'm leaking an almost obscene amount of cum and Tavi's out for the count,” she said with a smirk. “I'm gonna go clean up and I'll leave you to pull her out of her sex coma.”

“Right-o,” he replied with a mock salute that got a giggle from her as she stood up and shuffled off to the bathroom, hand cupped under her tail to prevent any leakage. Once she made it into the shower, Knuckle moved over to Tavi and gently removed her hand from her well fingered flower and lifted her along with her blanket onto the couch so she could sleep her escapades off. Seeing the state of his comforter, he sighed and couldn't help but shake his head at the horrifically stained state it was in. It was going to need a good, long soak if he ever hoped to get those stains out. So without much else to do, he balled up the comforter, mindful of the wet spots and took it out back to toss into his wash tub. He quickly tossed in a scoop of detergent from the container tucked away in the supply closet and pumped just enough water to submerge it before hurrying back inside lest a pure young filly happened across him in his unclothed state.

After returning to the living room, he stopped for a moment to thank his lucky sun and stars that he happened upon these two mares, their quirks and oddities notwithstanding. Despite all her sexiness and blatant teasing, he could only offer a silent and heartfelt thank you to Celestia. She truly was a wonderful mare and he was grateful from the bottom of his heart to call her his Princess.