Mic x Lulz x Cyril
Written by the TheBrotasticBrony
Edited by Seeth4, Sluttershy7
Chapter 1
Lulz’s Feisty Flankramento Fondling Festival
Mic was sitting on alone on a bench on a sunny afternoon, the warm spring breeze pushing his hair into his eyes. He was listening to one of his recent tracks with his headphones, which could somehow play music without being connected to any sort of music playing device. As the wind swept through the wine groves of Flankramento his piercing blue eyes gazed at the horizon, as if looking for inspiration in it’s unspoiled blue splendor. Princess Trollestia, however, decided to intrude on this pony’s peace and sent blazing sun rays through the atmosphere, directing the shine onto Mic’s eyes. With his hooves covering his face to avoid temporary blindness, Mic got off the wooden bench and trotted off into the Flankramento plains.
The plains were full of hard, brown stalks. Mic couldn't handle the thought of thinking how deliciously hard the stalks would be in his mouth. The thought of this made his get an unbearably large erection. He could no longer control himself he lunged at a particularly thick stalk. He began to suck at the stalk viciously while simultaneously clopping. The pleasure that Mic received from sucking a hard, brown object was unreal, and before long he was doused in semen. Exhausted, Mic ate all of his man marmalade and went back to his house.
Mic had been invited to party by his good friend Lulzy. The party was scheduled for tonight at 9 PM sharp, so he had to prepare. Mic put on his best leather trench coat, the dark browns contrasting nicely with his mane, and replaced his headphones with chrome texture metallic headphones. Lulz’s house was only 30 minutes away, so he set off at 8:30 blasting Beyond Her Tomb loudly through his wireless headphones.
Lulz had a party planned, but not one Mic expected. It was a special party for them only. Lulz gelled his pubic hair and refrained from clopping to Futashy, he would have to save himself for Mic. The mere thought of what he was going to do to Mic sent his penis rising to the heavens until a sudden knock on Lulz’s door. Lulz was flustered and trying to hide his nearly orgasming erection, it had to be a surprise for Mic. The door swung open and the slutty stallion stood with a hint of AXE body spray surrounding his like an aura of manliness. Suddenly, Lulz could not control himself any longer and his pulsating cock swung up like a magnet attracted to Mic and slapped Mic around the side of the face. The flying cock came back for more and donked Lulz right in the head, knocking them both unconscious.
It just so happened that Cyril the Pegasus would be flying by as the cock of death retracted to it’s hideaway. Cyril looked in horror at the two unconscious ponies and swooped down to see if he could help. Cyril decided to help the best he knew how and took both the dazzled ponies and laid them on Lulz’s bed. To the Pegasus's surprise the bed was covered in rose petals, and while this confused Cyril he decided to dismiss it, that and the overturned picture of Futashy on the bedside table.
As Cyril laid Lulz down he couldn’t help but notice that he seemed “prepped up”, as if he was waiting for something special tonight. The delicately washed orange fur, the sharp red mane showing off the sharp features of his face. Yes, Cyril had never seen Lulz look quite this...alluring, and although Cyril had a girlfriend back at his home he never quite felt like he did at this very moment. Trying to hide his feelings, he glanced over at Mic only to be greeted with similar results, his dashing good looks and fancy trench coat only added to the effect. Cyril glanced down in shame only to be greeted by a familiar friend. Suddenly...
*POMF*
The scary sound that haunts all Pegasus that can only mean one thing, Cyril’s worst fears coming true. He knew that the sound of his raging wing boner would wake up the sleeping ponies, and so he hid under the bed where Mic and Lulz lay. He didn’t know how long he could last however, with the passion of a thousand suns burning brightly inside his wingboner.
“Ungh...What the? Lulz?”
Mic was awake and aroused before Lulz, and curious as ever. Mic remembered the wheat fields and ideas rushed into his head. As Lulz laid there innocently on the bed, Mic began to feel his primal tendencies taking over and he began to lick Lulz’s nipples in rhythmic motion. But he needed more---much, much more---and in a fit of pure passion Mic plunged his penis into Lulz’s anus, creating an explosion of ecstasy.
Lulz could not help but scream in pleasure as his anus expanded as wide as it could go. He had always loved Mic as more then a friend, but he had no idea that he would be this good in bed. Mic had acknowledged that Lulz was awake by pounding harder and licking his nipples faster. Throughout this obstreperous ordeal Cyril could hear everything that was going on, the moaning, the slurping, and the overbearing sense of ecstasy coming from the room. When Cyril could finally no longer keep his cool he burst from under the covers screaming
“CYRIL COMIN’ AT YA, UGH!”
Before Mic and Lulz could react, Cyril was already shoving his wings into their poop chutes. Screaming in surprise, Lulz thought that he would give Cyril a surprise of his own and shoved his wingboner into Cyril’s mouth. With everybody gagging on each other the room was filled with a steamy gay aura. Mic climaxed first with a dramatic yell of “OH GOD”, covering the room in sticky strands of pony semen. Mic laid on the bed panting and watched Lulz’s and Cyril continue the fun.
Lulz was sensually slobbering seductively, submerging Cyril in slick saliva. Lulz laid on his bed with his manhood nearly rubbing the roof of the house. Cyril then rubbed his Pegasus wings up and down his slender shaft in repeating manner. The soft feathers slowly caressing the magnificent penis until finally, with one quick tug of his wings, Cyril finished Lulz off, causing a shower of white confetti to rain on all three homo homie ponies. Lulz passed out at that moment, which meant Cyril had to finish himself off, making sure to give Lulz and Mic and equal share of the prize when he was done. After Cyril had finished spreading his sexy, sensual sap all over Mic’s orgasmic orifices he fainted from excess pleasure, semen still dripping from his Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Chapter 2
The Second Coming of Cyril
Mic woke up with a start from Lulz’s anal arena, and as usual, his face was caked with semen. Mic dragged his tongue over the length of his face, making sure to slurp up every succulent strand of penis paste that dared to have the audacity not to stream itself onto his sexually starved taste buds. He turned over on his side to see that Cyril had disappeared from the bed, but could be audibly heard from the next room.
“CYRIL!”, Mic cried out, reflexively tightening his asshole for what would soon come.
“What’s up Mic?”, asked Cyril, grunting slightly
“Just bleaching all of your scandalous sex sauce out of my ass, you?”
“Bleaching? I never thought of that. I’m using a plunger to do the same thing right now!”
“Seems archaic, Lulz is still passed out by the way.”
“Yeah I know. Poor guy, I don’t think his body could take the sperm”
Mic smirked to himself, he knew from previous...experiences that Cyril was sadly wrong. He was surprised that Lulz got a cutie mark in music producing, when his clear area of expertise was the guzzling of penis paste. The only person he could think of that was even close was Jackleapp, and even that was a stretch.
Mic set the bleach on the bedside table. He had used nearly half of it, and that was just to clear out a fraction of the total semen. Mic figured that he just wouldn’t feel comfortable without some man made mayo sticking to the walls of his anus. The lukewarm sensation of the sperm splashing from side to side of the inner rectum was truly something every pony should experience. Mic thought we would attempt to wake Lulz, as Mic had a surprise of his own locked away for later. Mic took his perpetually erect cock and performed the ambisextrous way of awakening a homo homie pony, the Lulzy Mic Swear.
“Cross my cock and hope to cum, stick a scrotum in my eye” Mic pronounced in the typical oath fashion, by clopping and gently laying his ballistic ballbag on Lulz’s piercing pupils.
Mic became slightly worried when Lulz did not respond to the tried and true bro bag method. Lulz always responded with a quick reach around or something similar to confirm that he was awake, but this time, nothing. Mic let his shoulders slump and was going to call Cyril into the room for a quickie when Lulz lunged at him from behind, he had been devilishly deceived by the feisty Filipino! Mic was helpless under Lulz’s power and was penetrated with Lulz’s Statue of Liberty.
“Here comes lady liberty!” Lulz howled in pleasure as he thrust in and out of Mic’s toasted s’more butthole. One could agree that if Mic was the Constitution, that shit would be ratified.
Knowing that this needed to stop before the entire day was enveloped by desperately trying to cram historical and social trivia into sexual intercourse Mic used the last of his energy not taken up by Lulz’s biblical ramming to propel his cock up to Lulz’s face, immediately ejaculating upon contact. This extraordinary sensation of a hot, sticky load launching lucidly onto Lulz’s unexpecting face caused him to shoot his sexy seed as well, covering the duo under a delicious blanket of semen.
The ponies were clearly exhausted from their raunchy romp and proceeded to enter a euphoric state of simultaneously being tired and extraordinarily erect. For a few brief seconds nothing could be heard except for the panting of the duo, but then the bathroom door knob squeakily opened.
“God damn it guys!” Cyril exclaimed, “One minute I’m plunging my ass to get rid of excess sperm and the next you guys are having an orgy! You didn’t even invite me! Wow, rude!”
Clearly sensing an incoming man period, Mic sprung into action. He tore away from the blanket of semen, adrenaline annihilating whatever sense of drowsiness he had before. Mic bounced off the bed higher than customers at a Taco Bell at three in the morning and slammed ass first into Cyril’s forehead. Mic’s ass was so used to reflexively expanding that whenever anything that had a diameter greater than one inch got within 6 inches of his anus that it widened to the largest it could possibly go. As his anus enveloped Cyril’s ears and eyeballs Mic began to feel an overwhelming sense of compassion and love for Cyril, incidentally, he also felt an overwhelming sense of pressure on his ass. Yes, Mic loved Lulz, but it was love in the same way a teenager loves a tube sock, with Cyril he felt something more. One of the things that Mic felt was Cyril’s entire head inside his anus, the blue pegasus's head pushing his pelvis apart. “This must be what motherhood is like” Mic thought to himself. Delusions of grandeur began to possess Mic, he wanted to be a mother like that sick diaper loving fuck Fluttershy in Pattycakes. Mic began to push with all of his might, Cyril’s head would be born!
Now I’m sure that if you talk to any real mother they would tell you that childbirth is an exhausting and very painful experience. However, these mothers had not had the orifice that they were giving birth from being slammed by a group of horny homosexual ponies. As such, Cyril’s second coming was not accompanied by screaming and blood, but rather a baptism in poop juice.
Mic had become ravenously hungry due to his birth and began to mix the edibles he found in Lulz’s bedroom. The Sexy Sleeze Station housed many of the things that one needs to make a tasty soup, and it also makes for a great male prostitution agency. His placenta could give the soup a clammy texture, Lulz’s ball sweat could be used a buttery base to thicken up the pasta, and Cyril’s pubic hair gives a soup an excellent oniony balance that any good soup needs. But as any culinary connoisseur knows, the most important part of soup the broth, and Mic had the perfect ingredient pouring out of the trio’s masculine members.
And that’s how clam chowder is made
The End
-BroBro
