The Things We Do for Love

by JeremyStorm

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Original Character, Scootaloo, Rumble, Sex, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 14161

[HiE] A straight man and his marefriend, Scootaloo, have the newest member of their herd over for the night. The only problem? This new member is a stallion.

...Or 'How I Came to Love the Male Genitalia.'

William Harkin and Scootaloo have been dating for nigh on a year now. There's been some rough patches, but all in all neither could be happier. Especially once they'd invited Rumble, one of Scootaloo's old school friends, to join their herd. Being in a polyamorous relationship took a little getting used to for Will, but now he's going to have to sink or swim as Scootaloo is ready to take their relationship with Rumble to the next level. There's only one problem.

Will isn't into stallions.

An alternate universe (non-canon) side story of To Find a Rainbow.
Contains: M/M/F human on pony action. Emphasis on the M/M.

Published 2015-08-21 00:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-21 00:20:02 UTC

Chapter 1

“Okay, that was the best Nightmare on Saddle Street yet!” Scoots cheered as the credits began to roll onscreen.

My incredibly over-excited marefriend was practically vibrating next to me. We were reclining on the couch in my cottage’s living room. I had stretched out along the couch’s length to be comfortable, leaving Scoots to curl up next to my shoulder. As small as she was, she wasn’t lacking for space even though she still lay half-sprawled across my chest. Her somewhat odd position had her left flank pushed up against my cheek; not that I minded much. There were far worse things I could think of having that close to my face.

Normally she’d be taking up residence on my stomach, but that spot was currently occupied by somepony else.

“It was pretty good, but I still think the first is my favorite,” Rumble said. He was a light grey pegasus stallion, and the newest member of our little herd. We’d only been seeing him for a few weeks, though this was the first time we’d gotten this close. Usually he kept to his own corner of the couch and I kept to mine, but Scoots had insisted we all cozy up together. Something about there being a chill in the air.

Even though it was the middle of July.

I knew she just wanted us to get a little more comfortable being around each other. You see, despite what you may think about me being in a herd with both a mare and a stallion, I’m not actually bisexual or anything. I’d never even considered being with another guy like that until Scoots brought the idea up a couple of months ago. I probably still wouldn’t have if she hadn’t seemed so into the idea.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t dislike gays or anything like that. I don’t think it’s wrong or unnatural or whatever; I simply just don’t find other men attractive. That’s why my first impression was to tell Scoots that I wouldn’t be interested in going on a date with a colt she knew from school.

But instead I started thinking about it. Back before we’d gotten together, she’d been really understanding about some complicated stuff going on between me and her big sister, Rainbow Dash. She’d been really patient and cool about things and I felt like I owed her to at least think it all over before I just said no.

So think I did. For the next several days, I thought about what it might be like for Scoots and I to have another guy around. Not all the scenes I imagined were pleasant, I’ll admit. But some weren’t so bad.

You see, the thing about ponies is that they’re damn adorable. Whether they be babies or elderly, mare or stallion; they’re just cute as hell. They’re like oversized plush toys: I just want to pick them up and hug them. So I thought maybe, just maybe it might not be so bad.

And so, still hesitant, I agreed to one date.

Rumble, I soon came to find, was a pretty cool guy. He’s a member of the Ponyville Weather team, and like Scoots he loves sports and flying and all things active and competitive. He could be a bit of a dork at times, and he’s a little soft-spoken compared to my fiery marefriend, but he seemed nice and genuine enough.

After a couple of times going out around town or just hanging at the house, I was feeling fairly optimistic about things. I liked having him around. He was good at making both Scoots and I laugh and in general he was just fun to be around. There was only one problem.

When I was with him, it was just kind of like hanging out with a guy friend. There was no intimacy, no romance, no anything that made it feel like we were a herd. Scoots told me she thought that was probably normal and would take time for things to start sinking in, but… Well, I wouldn’t know the first thing about how herds work so I just had to trust that everything would be fine.

“How in the world can you like the first Nightmare better?!” Scoots asked, stunned at Rumble’s audacity to disagree with her.

“It was the only one that was scary!” he countered, smiling even as he shook his head in exasperation. “Fiddler spent all of his screen time cracking jokes! How are you supposed to be scared of a comedy?”

“Because laughing was the point!” Scoots said. “Will, back me up here!”

I was stuck and I knew it. On the one hand, I was supposed to support my marefriend if for no other reason than she’s my marefriend and she gives me sex. But on the other, the Bro Code told me to not throw Rumble under the bus either. When you have both a marefriend and a coltfriend, which was always right?

I shuddered a little on the inside just thinking that. I wasn’t ready to call Rumble my coltfriend yet.

Regardless, I bitched out. “I have no opinions one way or the other.”

Scoots groaned back at me and rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t be lame! If you don’t agree just say so!”

Well, if she insisted. “Then I gotta give it to Rumble. Scary beats funny any day.”

She groaned again and flopped onto my chest in defeat while Rumble grinned. He lifted a hoof and I bumped a fist against it.

“Bros before hoes, man,” he said in imitation of a stereotypical surfer-dude accent. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the sheer absurdity of it and how confidently he’d said it.

“Really, Rumble?” Scoots drawled. “’Bros before hoes?’”

His smile grew embarrassed. “My brother used to say it a lot when I was younger. I always thought it was funny.”

“You’re such a dork,” Scoots teased as she placed a kiss on his cheek, drawing a bright blush to his face. "How is your brother, by the way? He settling in at the Academy?"

"Yeah! It's going pretty good from the way he talks. He can't wait for classes to start."

"What's he teaching again?" I asked.

"Weather Management 101. He's just working with the younger students for now, teaching them the basics and stuff, but he's hoping he'll get to work with the Reserves one day! Captain Spitfire said she has high hopes for him!"

"Still, that's so cool that he's actually working for the Wonderbolts now! I'm really happy for him!" Scoots said. She nudged him with an elbow. "You gonna have him give you some extracurricular lessons?"

He elbowed her right back. "Of course! I want to be Ponyville's District Weather Manager someday, not just some low-rung cloud pusher. I've actually been thinking about applying for some correspondence courses from the Academy."

"I bet you'd be great at that," Scoots said. "Don't you think, Will?"

"Yeah! That Rainy Days or whatever her name is isn't half the Weather Manager that Rainbow was. We could use somepony who doesn't flood the farms with what was supposed to be a light shower!"

"Her name's Raindrops," Scoots corrected. "But yeah, she doesn't quite measure up to Rainbow. And hey! District Weather Manager's a good title." She leaned closer to Rumble and brushed her lips against his ear. "It's kinda sexy!"

Poor Rumble blushed and spluttered at her teasing. I almost felt bad for him; Scoots loved to try to incite the both of us and he hadn't quite gotten used to her wily side yet. But I loved that part of her. The playfulness, the fun and excitement she brought into my life. It was why I fell in love with her.

Then, on a whim and without stopping to think about it, I turned my head and kissed her flank.

It took me a moment to even realize I’d done it. I mean, it was right there and… I was so used to being freely intimate with Scoots whenever I wanted that little things like that came naturally, but never when Rumble was around. And yet, I’d done it anyway.

Rumble didn’t seem too upset by it, though he was pointedly pretending to look at my movie collection on the bookshelf next to the TV.

Scoots, on the contrary, practically purred as she looked over her shoulder at me, waggling her eyebrows salaciously. There was a hungry glint in her eyes as she slinked upright. “Someone’s feeling frisky, huh? You know, I bet I know what your favorite part of that movie was. When that one colt dragged that filly back to his bedroom…?”

She slowly crept forward, throwing a foreleg over my face and onto the couch to hold her up until there were only inches between us. Her eyes were half-closed and her voice was sultry.

“Did you like how she pinned him down? What about how she rode him ‘til he could barely stand? Did you like the sounds she made?”

She paused long enough to lean down and touch her nose to mine. “She looked pretty flexible, didn’t she?”

So about how I was used to her wiles? Utter bullshit. When she really wanted to, she still knew exactly how to wrap me around her little hoof.

I could barely think past the images and feelings she was putting in my head. The room felt like it jumped up twenty degrees in a second, a sentiment my lower anatomy apparently agreed with, too as I felt an uncomfortable stirring down there. Uncomfortable only because of the other male within two feet of said anatomy.

I tried to shift my hips to hide it without drawing attention to my predicament, though with Scoots’s violet eyes still baring down on me I may as well not have bothered. She smirked to herself like she could read my mind. “You know, I bet you weren’t the only one that liked that scene. What did you think, Rumble?”

Rumble turned his attention back to us with one of his ears flicking in uncertainty. His relaxed posture went rigid as he cast about for how to answer.

“It was okay, I guess. You know, as far as sex scenes go.” He gave a fake cough to clear his throat. “Actually, I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” he said in a rush before suddenly standing. As he hopped over me and down to the floor, he kept his wings awkwardly extended towards the floor, leaving just the tips to graze the carpet as he trotted away.

My eyes immediately went to his hindquarters as he walked away. In my defense, living with Scoots had trained me well. The way she would roll her hips and let her tail sway all tantalizing-like made sure my eyes always sought her out as she left a room.

Unfortunately, watching Rumble go didn’t quite give me the same feelings. Sure, if I had to be honest, his flanks were pretty nice. For another dude’s. They were round and soft-looking, but when his tail swayed… Let’s just say what he was packing underneath didn’t exactly do it for me.

And this time was no exception. As he made his way for the bathroom, I caught what he was trying to hide with his wings, even though I wished I hadn’t. The rounded tip of a long, dark grey something bobbed just barely into sight before vanishing behind his wing again.

He’d been rocking out with his cock out. While practically lying on my lap.

I don’t know if I didn’t know how to feel about that or if I was just too in shock to process it.

As soon as he disappeared through the bathroom door, Scoots broke out in a flurry of giggles she muffled behind a hoof. “Aww, did you see that, Will? Looks like he liked that scene, too.” She paused and broke out into a devious grin. “That or he just liked how much you liked it!” To emphasize her point, she reached down and brushed a forehoof across the front of my sweatpants.

I managed not to gasp at the sensation as I frowned at her. “And you say I’m the frisky one! You sure you’re not in heat?”

“Pffft! I’d have already ripped your pants off if I were. But you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” she asked rhetorically. And know it I did. She’d been voracious during last fall’s heat season. We ended up not leaving the bedroom for anything other than work for almost two weeks straight. A heat-addled Scoots was a terrifying thing to behold.

Also hot as fuck.

Scoots sighed contentedly as she stretched like a cat across my chest. “But no, next heat season’s a couple of months off. But I am really in the mood, you know.”

“Yeah?” I asked as I reached up to scratch her stomach. She cooed from the back of her throat as I let my fingernails rake lightly through her coat. With each circle of my hand, I let it drag a few inches lower until it was practically between her hindlegs. “If that’s the case, maybe we should call it a night a little early. I’m sure Rumble won’t mind.”

Suddenly, Scoots frowned and placed her hoof on my hand to stop my scratching. Then she rolled to face me with a concerned little wrinkle in her brow. “Actually, I was wondering… How would you feel about Rumble staying tonight?”

“Staying like… crashing on the couch?” I asked in a vain hope that’s what she meant. Of course it wasn’t.

“You know what I meant. C’mon, we’ve been seeing him for a while now. I’d like to see if he’s up for some fun!”

“I don’t know, babe,” I said. “Isn’t it still kind of early…?”

“We had sex after a week,” Scoots pointed out, clearly unamused. But before I could even say a word she relented. “Nevermind. It’s fine; really.”

The slump in her shoulders and the unreleased sigh that colored her words painted the picture for me. She wasn’t upset; it was much worse than that. It was as bad as it could be. Code Red Worst Case Scenario right here.

She was disappointed.

I hated disappointing her. That little frown she got drilled into my heart like a stake driver. It was like disappointing your mom, only times a thousand.

“You really want this, don’t you?” I asked quietly.

“Well… yeah,” Scoots mumbled. She wasn’t quite able to look me in the eyes. “He’s funny and really nice, even if he’s a bit of a goof sometimes. Don’t know why you don’t like him more, you have a lot in common in that regard!”

Her joke at my expense seemed to instill some confidence in her as she smiled again and poked her tongue out at me. “But also like you, he’s handsome. And he makes me feel good. I want him there with us sometime.”

“Ah, Scoots… I just don’t know if I’m ready for that. The thought of me doing the kinds of things I do to you to him? Not very appealing,” I said.

“What if I said I had an idea that might help you enjoy it a little more?” she asked thoughtfully.

“I suppose it’d depend on what said idea was.”

“Ah-ah-ah!” she said, waggling a hoof in front of my face. Her playful smile was back with a vengeance. “I know what you like and this is gonna be great! Pleasepleaseplease say yes! I promise if things don’t work out or if you get uncomfortable we’ll stop, okay? Please just give this a shot!”

The way she was bouncing uncontrollably and the manic glint in her eye belied such optimistic excitement; however hesitant I still was, however much I still didn’t like the idea of things going down with Rumble… I couldn’t stand to see that disappointed frown again. Not for a second time in one night.

Against all my better intuitions, I caved.

“Alright. Fine, we’ll give things a shot. But I have one condition. He and I? No touchy,” I said firmly. I had to be clear or she’d try to wriggle out of it later. “Oh! Second condition: we do it the way I like tonight.”

She pursed her lips and thought for a moment before rolling her eyes. “Oh, alright. Deal. Now stay up here a minute; I need to get some stuff out of the bedroom.”

With a flutter of her wings, she was off the couch and disappearing down the hall, leaving me with only my thoughts and an uncomfortable half-chub.

Had I really just agreed to have a threesome with my marefriend and another guy? Oh, what had I gotten myself into?

And why can’t I tell that damned mare no?!

Oh yeah, ‘cause she’s hot as hell and has sex with me. Right.

This would be the same as always. I’d just be having sex with her while she… did things with Rumble. But I guessed I could ignore that.

Hopefully.

I placed my head in my hands and sighed. This was going to be something. Maybe great, maybe horrible. Maybe even something that wouldn’t be worth how worked up I was getting.

Do it for Scoots, Will. This would make her very happy, and a happy Scoots is a happy you, I told myself.

“Okay, bedroom’s yours!” Scoots said, making me jump. Just her head was poking into the living room, though I saw a scrap of some purple fabric on her back. “I’ll talk to Rumble and tell him the plan; see if he’s up for it and everything. You just go back and relax. And stop freaking out! It’s gonna be fun!”

Her head disappeared only to reappear a second later. “Oh, and if we’re doing your favorite, don’t forget to get out the lube! I’m gonna be sore enough as it is!”

Only her maniacal giggles sounded as she disappeared again, this time for good once I heard the bathroom door open and close. Resigning myself to just get the night over with, I went back to our bedroom.

I set about picking up some dirty clothes and just tidying up in general. Mostly to have something to do as I waited. When there was nothing left to pick up, I fished out a half-filled bottle of strawberry-flavored lubricant from the drawer of the bedside table. Scoots was quite fond of the brand, though I’d never tasted it myself. I was happy enough to just take her word for it.

After several minutes alone, I began wondering what was taking them so long. I wanted to go see what was up, but Scoots had told me to stay put. But that only got me thinking about this so-called ‘surprise’ she had planned that was supposed to make me more comfortable around Rumble and well… I’m not good at resisting temptation.

I decided to go up just to make sure everything was okay. I stopped outside the door with every intention of knocking until I heard their voices coming from within.

“Are you sure about this, Scoots?” Rumble asked, his voice more skeptical than I’d ever heard. “Would he really like this?”

I dropped my fist down and leaned closer to hear better.

“Of course I am!” Scoots chirped back. “I do it all the time. It drives him wild, trust me!”

“But I’m going to look ridiculous! What do you even do with this?!”

I just barely heard Scoots laugh at him. “Here, just let me do it!” After that all I heard for several moments was the faintest sounds of movement, though I couldn’t begin to guess what they were doing.

When they finally stopped, Scoots piped up. “Well, what do you think?”

“Like I said, I look ridiculous,” Rumble said in utter deadpan. “Look Scoots, this was a bad idea. Maybe we should just call the night off.”

“Don’t say that! Don’t you think it’ll be fun?”

“C’mon, Scoots! We both know Will doesn’t like me and all this isn’t going to make a difference!”

What…?

“Rumble, he does like you!” Scoots said. I only half-registered the rest of her words. “Remember what I told you? He’s never been in a herd before, so this is all pretty new to him–”

“It’s not just that,” Rumble cut her off. He paused to sigh, and when he spoke again his sudden burst of frustration had melted away, leaving only dejection. “I can tell he’s not interested in me. And yeah, he’s been nice about it and everything, but… I just feel like he’s never going to be happy in a herd with me.”

I backed away from the door, unable to believe what I was hearing. Had I really been making him feel like that? I’d never wanted to make him think I didn’t like him. But then again, how could he have thought any different?

I didn’t like him in that way. I hadn’t ever done anything to make him feel like I was attracted to him for fear of giving him the wrong impression, but in doing so I’d done something even worse.

I’d made him feel like I didn’t want him around.

I had to fix things. I did want him around. We had a lot of fun together watching crappy movies and teasing each other. Not to mention how much Scoots liked him. Badly enough that she was in there doing God-knows-what just to help me find him a little more attractive. All because I was the one with a problem. After everything she and I had been through together, I owed her more.

For that matter, I owed him more, too. He didn’t deserve to be strung along, unsure whether or not I was interested. I needed to decide right then and there what I wanted.

And I wanted him around.

But could I have sex with him? As my situation started to solidify in my head, I came to the realization that simply having sex with Scoots while pretending he wasn’t there wasn’t going to solve anything. If I was ever going to know for sure if I could be comfortable being intimate with him, I was going to have to just bite the bullet and do it. Even if worse came to worse and I didn’t like it, at least I could say that I’d tried.

Sighing, I nodded just in time to hear Scoots talking again.

“…once things get going he’ll get into it. Just let me warm him up first, okay?” More sounds of movement and what sounded like feathers rasping together. I pictured her pulling him into a hug. “It’s gonna be great. I can feel it.”

“I wish I was as optimistic as you were,” he mumbled, barely audible past the door.

In return, Scoots giggled again. “Will says I’m naïve.”

I felt a tiny bit better when I heard Rumble laugh as well. “Optimistic is the nice way to put it. Alright, I guess we’ll give it a shot. Let’s go… Maybe if nothing else he’ll get a kick out of how I look in this get-up.”

Realizing I was about to be made, I quickly knocked on the door. “Hey, you two still alive in there? Didn’t fall in, did you?”

“’EY! I told you to wait in our room!” Scoots barked through the door. “Go on! We’ll be out in a minute. And keep your eyes closed when you get back there; this is a surprise!”

“Yeesh! Fine, whatever you say, ma’am!” I grunted, pretending to be upset. Then, I mustered my courage and tried to say as confidently as I could manage, “Y-you both better hurry up or I’ll start without you!”

“Well don’t start too quickly! Don’t want you to finish before we can even walk down the hall!”

Thinking of nothing clever to say back to her, I huffed and did as she said and returned to our room. Perhaps thankfully, I didn’t have the time to start stressing again before they both followed. When my eyes fell upon the two of them, I didn’t know whether to be aroused or start laughing uncontrollably.

Scoots was drop dead sexy, of course. She was wearing this purple faux-leather corset that bore the Carousel Boutique’s emblem, much to my everlasting shame every time Rarity looked at me with that knowing little smirk. Matching sheer stockings covered each of her legs while the frilled strings of a thong graced her hips. They weren’t new clothes by any means, but they were ones we reserved for pretty special occasions. We’d actually only used them once before when she bought them as a birthday present for me.

Rumble, on the other hand… Well, he was right: he did look pretty ridiculous. Scoots had somehow managed to stuff him into one of her sky-blue saddles with lacy straps, the likes of which looked to be digging into his middle somewhat tightly. The entire getup looked uncomfortable, as it was designed for a filly smaller than him. Rumble wasn’t exactly a large stallion, though he still had a little more mass on him than that scrap of fur and feathers, Scoots.

His wings were half-unfurled, whether through embarrassment or arousal or something else entirely I couldn’t be sure. But just underneath them, his black thunderhead cutie mark was half-covered by a pair of greyish-blue boyshorts panties. I recognized them instantly as a pair of Scoots’s as well, though just barely. The times she’d worn them they hadn’t been stretched to bursting at the seam. Nor had there been an impossible-to-miss bulge hanging down between her hindlegs.

But the clothes and the way he was awkwardly bouncing from one hoof to the other while trying and failing to hide himself behind partially-stiff wings just cut one of the funniest things I’d seen in a while. This was what Scoots thought I’d like? Did she think I would forget he was a stallion just because he was dressed like a mare? Or were the clothes supposed to make me think he was attractive? Sure, he was cute, but…

Wait. He was cute. Granted, it was cute in the way that puppies are cute or how Scoots or Rainbow would be with a big, frilly bow in their mane, but still! If he was cute that meant he wasn’t unattractive, didn’t it?

Scoots wasted no time in hopping up onto the bed with me. She slinked around, swinging her shoulders and flanks seductively before turning away from me and striking a pose with her wings flared. She stared back at me over one shoulder, letting her mane cover one eye. Her tail just barely covered everything private, but her taut haunches were on full display.

I thought about grabbing my camera, but I had plenty of those kinds of pictures of her as it was. Man, her dad would kill me if he saw half of them.

Then again, he’d bring me back just to kill me again if he saw the other half.

“Well? How do I look?” she asked.

For half a second, my eyes flicked to Rumble and I was tempted to say something vague and patronizing like ‘You look great!’ rather than how I really felt. But then I realized that I would be doing exactly what I always did. Well, not tonight.

Instead, I took a breath to ready myself and then I bodily picked her up. She gave a squeak of surprise as I held her sideways in one arm while my hand brushed her cheek. I looked deep into her violet eyes as I leaned down until our lips were inches apart.

“I’ve lived in two different worlds and seen a lot of pretty women, babe, and you’re the sexiest of them all.”

And then I kissed her.

She didn’t take long to respond, pushing back against me just as hard as I was giving her. Her lips opened and the tip of her tongue begged entrance into my mouth, which I gladly granted. Always fascinated by them, she began tracing the sharp edges of my teeth, one after the other as far back as she could reach and up again.

Her face was flushed and she was panting when we finally broke apart. “W-wow… That was… wow!”

“What can I say?” I asked as I trailed a finger down the smooth front of her corset and hooked it under the waistband of her thong. I lifted it just a hair before letting it snap back against her coat. The tiny scrap of a thing consisted of three patches of cloth that, if combined, were probably smaller than my palm. Like most mare’s underwear, it was designed to cover their teats as well as her crotch, though these only barely managed the definition of the word ‘cover.’ The thin fabric was pulled so tight that it was wedged between the puffy lips of her slit, which every few seconds would flex and clench as she winked.

It seemed I hadn’t been the only one to get a little turned on up in the living room.

But that wasn’t so bad! Actually, it had felt good. I could make out with Scoots in Rumble’s presence and it wasn’t too weird. That was kinda like one step down, right?

The brief sense of victory I felt diminished somewhat as I looked upon the stallion in question, however. He was pointedly staring anywhere but at us while fiddling unconsciously with the lace strap around his stomach. We’d barely started and already it looked like he was feeling left out.

It was now or never.

I cleared my throat to try to dislodge a lump that had suddenly stuck itself there which managed to get his attention. “W-what are you doing over there on your own? Join us!”

I wasn’t exactly surprised when my invitation was met with two very confused faces.

“W-what? Really?” Rumble asked, pointing to himself like he couldn’t believe I was talking to him.

“Yeah, of course! You’re part of the herd, too, right?” I asked, feeling nowhere near as confident as I wanted.

He still didn’t seem quite ready to just do as I said, instead looking at Scoots for direction, but she was still too fixated on me to even notice. After thinking it over for a moment he finally took a few hesitant steps forward.

Once he was close enough I scooped him up in my free arm like I had done with Scoots, only with a little more difficulty. He was a tad bigger and heavier, and he didn’t quite know how to react to being picked up like she did, but eventually he was situated somewhat awkwardly with his head against my bicep. His saddle –or rather, Scoots’s saddle that he was borrowing– was pleasantly coarse against my arm.

I pointedly tried to ignore the fact that to hold him up, my hand had to be dangerously close to his ass.

Okay, it was on his ass. He didn’t seem to mind at least.

“S-so! I was thinking… umm…” I started before realizing I had no idea what I was thinking. If it were Scoots, I’d know exactly how to start. Make out for a bit, maybe whisper back and forth some sweet nothings or dirty jokes, whatever we felt was appropriate before moving on to a sexy massage or even straight into the action depending on how much of a rush we were in. But what would Rumble like? And how far was I willing to go on the first night?

Were we going to do full anal? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Would he want to do it to me? That definitely wasn’t happening! What else do guys do together? Blowjobs? Yeah right.

A handjob? I guessed that could kind of be like masturbating, right? Just… masturbating someone else. Even it didn’t sound like the greatest option, but it was the best I could think of. I could probably do that if I just didn’t think about it too much.

“You were thinking…?” Rumble prompted, making me realize I’d fallen silent.

“Yeah, I’d kinda like to know that, too,” Scoots said.

“Oh, uh… right! I was just thinking that I had a great idea for something fun we could do!” I said, making things up as I went. “Now I don’t know about you, Rumble, but if I were about to spend the night with an established couple, I’d probably be pretty nervous. Am I right?”

“Well, uh… I guess a little…?” he said, unsure of where I was going.

“Aww, don’t be nervous, Rumble!” Scoots said comfortingly before her expression turned seductive. “I’ll take good care of you…” She punctuated her words by flicking her tail up to graze it across his thigh and he smirked back at her.

Oh if only he knew the things she could do with that tail; he’d be doing a lot more than smirk.

Let’s just say that pony tails are surprisingly dexterous.

But I had to correct Scoots. “We’ll take good care of you, Rumble. We’re a herd, right? We gotta look after each other.”

The words had barely even left my mouth before Scoots shot me another look. She obviously knew something was up but yet she still didn’t say anything.

Rumble, however, shook his head. “Oh no, you don’t have to go to any trouble over me or anything! You and Scoots can just do… whatever it is you normally do and I’ll find some way to fit in or… something…” he trailed off.

While it was oh so tempting to take him up on his offer, I had to refuse. “No-no, I insist! As a matter of fact, I already have an idea for something you’ll both love! Hop down, you two.”

After depositing both of them onto the bed, I turned to grab our pillows and fashion them into a little pile. Then, I turned back and patted them. “Make yourself comfy, Rumble. Sit back and let us take care of everything.”

As he reluctantly did as I asked, Scoots shoved her muzzle up against my ear.

“What are you doing?!” she whispered.

I placed my hand on the back of her head and kissed her brow. Then, looking her in the eye, I said, “I’m trying.”

“What do you mean? Trying what?”

“Scoots,” I said, giving her a meaningful look. “I’m trying.”

After a moment, realization seemed to dawn on her as her eyes lit up. “R-really?!”

“Yes. But I’m gonna need your help, okay? Keep him entertained for a minute, okay? Then follow my lead.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I have no idea,” I said simply. “But I’ll think of something.”

She rolled her eyes. “Alright, good luck!” She was about to drop back onto the mattress before she darted back and placed a quick kiss on my lips. “By the way, I’m really proud of you.”

As she withdrew, I was a little disappointed that her being proud of me was set off by me eavesdropping on her, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. After all, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me.

“A-are you guys really sure about this?” Rumble asked. He had lain upon his back on the pillows so that he was facing us, and though he still looked somewhat unsure, the fact that the front of his panties seemed to have swollen a little led me to believe he wasn’t exactly uninterested in where things were going.

I paused to marvel at the fact that I even noticed such a detail as Scoots stalked over to him.

She placed her forelegs on either side of his head, towering over him with a smirk like a predator sizing up her prey. She darted faster than I could follow and placed a feather-light nip upon his neck before kissing the same spot. I watched as a shiver ran down Rumble’s body at her touch. She repeated the motion on the other side of his neck before trailing a series of kisses up his jawline and finally to his mouth.

Rumble finally seemed to snap out of it, pushing back against her and giving just as much as he got and then some. His movements were intense and hungry with lust, nipping at her lips and running his hooves down her sides and flanks. She squirmed and cooed from the back of her throat, little noises I recognized as the ones she made when I was doing particularly well. It was a little odd to hear them coming when I wasn’t the one causing them, but there was something hot about it as well.

I realized after a moment that I was just sitting there doing nothing as they made out. And while that wasn’t exactly unpleasant, my dick told me I needed to get a little more involved. Though I still wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, I knew where to start.

While Rumble and Scoots were wrapped up in each other –quite literally; Rumble had his forelegs around her middle as he massaged the space between her wings– they didn’t notice me crawl up behind them. I sat myself on my knees just behind them, sizing up their backsides as Scoots’s flicking tail occasionally brushed across my lap.

Scoots’s ass was definitely rounder, her hips thicker and fuller, while Rumble’s was more box-like and firmer-looking. Trying to compare them objectively I’d say they were both nice. Hell, if it hadn’t been for what was between Rumble’s hindlegs, I’d quite like the sight.

Speaking of what was between his hindlegs, his bulging groin was rubbing futilely against hers as she squirmed and writhed atop him. He didn’t quite seem to be out of his sheath yet under his underwear, but with as heavily as they were going at it, I couldn’t imagine it’d be long before he was. Wetness trickled through Scoots’s thong, leaving a dark spot on the fabric that smeared onto Rumble’s as they ground against each other.

It was time to get involved. Scoots would start by teasing me, so I figured that would be a good place to start.

I couldn’t resist taking the chance to feel up my marefriend first, however. I placed both hands on her ass, one to either cheek and squeezed. She moaned aloud, muffled by Rumble’s mouth but still perfectly audible. I clenched and rolled and kneaded her haunches, loving the jiggle and give they had despite her slender frame. One thumb went under her tail to brush against the small metal ring through her dock. I loved her piercing. My tough little rebel.

Once I’d had my fill, I let my hands slide south until they met Rumble’s thighs. He jerked at the touch but relaxed back only a moment later, never stopping his assault on Scoots’s lips. Slowly, I ran my fingers along his coat up to his knees and then back down again to mid-thigh.

His fur was a little coarser than Scoots, though not by much. He probably used a more masculine shampoo than the stuff Scoots got from Sweetie Belle, who likely got it from Rarity beforehand. The muscles of his legs were firm and they flexed powerfully with each movement of his body. It wasn’t quite as unappealing as I’d imagined it’d be.

However, it was still with no small amount of dread that I let my hands continue inward until my thumbs brushed the edges of the joints between his legs and groin. My palms were clammy as I inched one thumb under the elastic band but no further. My whole body felt like it was shaking.

His junk was right there. One little scrap of cotton and polyester was the only thing stopping me from getting an eyeful of massive stallion penis. Hell, as it was I could already see the outer edges of two near-black balls trying to spill out the sides. If I moved my fingers even a centimeter lower, I’d be touching them.

So that’s what I did.

Like under Scoots’s tail, his coat was little more than peachfuzz at best, leaving me free to feel his warm and smooth skin. My first thought was that his testicles were… fuller than I was expecting; heavier. Hefty was a good word for them. They were like two apples stuffed into those boyshorts. Only they were skin and flesh and whatever else. And a dark ebony grey instead of a bright, happy red.

Not like apples at all, really, but I think you get my point.

Unlike when I’d been teasing his thighs, that appeared to be too much for him. He let out a loud gasp and his entire lower half jerked away from me as much as it could with Scoots pinning him down. Without really thinking, I ripped my hands away and held them in the air like I was surrendering. I felt a little like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

I really didn’t know how to feel about comparing Rumble’s junk to a cookie jar. It wasn’t intentional, I assure you.

Regardless, I found myself under the scrutiny of two pairs of wide eyes.

“Sorry!” I said in a totally not girly screech. “I was just, uh… Was that too much?”

“What’d you do?” Scoots asked.

“No, it was fine!” Rumble said to me, ignoring her. “You can keep going if you want.”

“Uh… sure,” I mumbled. I wasn’t exactly sure I wanted to, but I wasn’t about to give up on something I’d already started. After sizing me up for a moment, Scoots shrugged and buried herself in Rumble’s muzzle again.

Once they were again preoccupied with each other, I was left to my own devices again. My hands returned almost of their own volition to Rumble’s thighs and again I started massaging gently back and forth in little circles. After a moment of hesitation, I slipped my thumbs under the legband of his shorts again.

His skin was warm and humid, leaving the insides of his shorts just the faintest bit damp. Up and down, side to side, I brushed his balls with my fingers. It… wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. I totally thought I’d be grossed out, but instead it was actually kind of interesting. Feeling those heavy things roll under my touch, the heat of his body warming my fingers… I hated to admit it, but I could have gotten used to it.

For the first time, I actually thought maybe the whole night wouldn’t be so bad. And if it made Rumble happier in our little herd then I could put up with doing something like that every now and then.

In fact, inspired by how well things were going, I decided to get a little more adventurous. I had to lie down on my side, propping myself up with an elbow to be able to reach, but it put my face just a foot away from their tails. Scoots’s started brushing against my nose, threatening to make me sneeze and I had to reach up and push it away. She got the hint and held it to the side.

Being so close to them, I managed to catch a stray whiff of a familiar musk in the air. I’d recognize Scoots’s scent anywhere, her mareish aroma strong but immensely pleasant, overpowering almost everything else. I say ‘almost’ because hiding underneath it was a scent I was less familiar with.

It was strong as well, but huskier; more earthen. It struck me instantly as masculine, and I knew it was Rumble’s. It was growing more prominent by the second, or perhaps I was just tuning into it. It was… appealing. In a vague way, you know? It certainly wasn’t a turn-off.

I didn’t realize I was leaning closer until I felt a few stray hairs of Rumble’s tail tickle my chin. My nose was barely inches from their gyrating crotches. The smell of their combined sexes was overwhelming, intoxicating with its cloying sweetness. My senses dulling, I leaned in and placed my lips against Scoots’s haunch, right next to the edge of her thong. She cooed into Rumble’s mouth and shifted her hips to give me easier access to her.

I surprised her by slapping my palm against her other haunch, hard enough to make a resounding smack! echo across the bedroom. She broke apart from Rumble’s mouth, gasping aloud.

“Ow!” she shouted as she turned back to scowl at me. She was completely out of breath, her small chest heaving as she fought to steady herself again. Her cheeks were flushed under her coat and I imagined Rumble looked quite the same. “W-what’d you… do that for?!”

I smiled as charmingly as I could as I gently caressed where I’d spanked her. “Aww, you know me, babe! I just love your ass so much! It was just right there and I couldn’t help myself.”

“Y-yeah, I bet!” she huffed, rolling her eyes. She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “Hoo! That was awesome, Rumble!” she said, leaning down to peck him once more, this time on the tip of his nose. Then she turned back to me. “Well? How’re you feeling? Ready to, uh… move on to something else?”

She punctuated the question with a shake of her ass, and I realized she was still under the impression that I wanted to do my favorite with her.

Which I did, of course. I just wanted to do Rumble first. And by that I meant tend to him first. You know, get him off and then… uh… That didn’t really sound any better, did it? I just thought that once he was satisfied, then I could focus my attention on Scoots and finally have some fun. Not that I wasn’t having fun already, it was just…

I just wanted to have sex with her. That’s what I was looking forward to.

At least, that’s what I told myself. Something about it didn’t feel quite right, however.

I cleared my throat. “I’m ready if you two are. Assuming you haven’t overwhelmed poor Rumble. Need a break, buddy?” I teased.

“N-nah! I’m good!” Rumble chirped breathlessly. He sounded a little delirious, and as he poked his face around Scoots’s side to look at me he wore a dopey, lovedrunk grin.

“Well, if you’re sure,” Scoots said as she stood. Slowly, she reached down and trailed a series of kisses down Rumble’s underside, backing up until she was between his hindlegs. I had to scooch to one side to make room for her. She laid her head against Rumble’s lap, making him gasp as she looked back at me. Her eyes were half-lidded and sultry as she waved her tail from side to side. “Then what’re you waiting for? Help yourself.”

I knew what she was implying. The bottle of lube I’d gotten out earlier was still lying on the bedside table, tempting me with what she was expecting me to do. A part of me really wanted to.

But not yet.

“Actually, I had another idea. You know how you like it when I use my fingers on you? Do you think Rumble would like that?” I asked her.

She gave a confused frown. “Uh… I don’t know? That might be a bit much for the first night, don’t you think? Even we put that off for a while.”

It took me a minute to figure out what she meant, but when I did I facepalmed. “No, babe, I didn’t mean that! I meant…” I trailed off, making a jerking motion with my hand.

Her eyes lit up. “OH! Yeah, he’d probably like that a lot more. I thought you wanted to play with his tailhole like you do mine.”

“W-what?!” Rumble squeaked, his eyes wide in shock.

“Never you mind,” Scoots cut him off. She comfortingly ran a hoof across his chest. “I know what he’s talking about, and you’re going to love it! It’s really nice.”

“Yeah?” Rumble asked, still skeptical. “Well, I guess I’ll try anything once. What do I need to do?”

I sat up on my knees and patted my lap. Scoots and I helped him get situated so that he was sitting on his haunches with his back against my stomach. Though his wings still fluttered and twitched in the way Scoots’s did when she was uncomfortable, he genuinely looked fairly excited for what we had planned. I hoped it meant he was enjoying things.

Scoots settled herself in front of him with a hoof on either of his knees, subtly pulling them apart. “You’re gonna love this,” she whispered with a wink.

As I sat there holding him steady with one hand on his stomach, I realized what I was about to do. Sure, touching his balls –no, let’s be real, I was playing with them– that’d been pretty gay. But this was something else. We were talking full man-on-stallion action. I had expected that thought to make me really uncomfortable, but it didn’t.

If anything, the only thing that didn’t feel right was how anti-climactic it all was.

A smile came to my lips unbidden. My hand went to his neck; my skin barely grazing his fur. It stayed there for one, two, three seconds, long enough to feel the beat of his pulse before moving slowly south. Next I found his chest, feeling his ribs and the muscles of his barrel. So alien compared to my own body and yet no less enticing for it. Every breath pushed against my hand, like he was testing my will to continue touching him.

Down to his stomach where I found the lacy clasp of the saddle Scoots had made him wear. A single tug of three fingers was all it took to come undone, the silken thing falling from his body where I tossed it aside.

He gulped as my fingers neared the waistband of his underwear. Underneath they went, following the curved of his hip joint and under his sack. His whole body was shaking with what I hoped was anticipation, as I knew that was what mine was doing. Already a noticeable tent was forming at the top of the panties, over where I knew his sheath was.

As I withdrew my hand, a nervous energy was burning through me. I’d never felt anything like it. Even the first time I’d had sex with a girl was nothing in comparison. There was the excitement, sure, but there was also fear. Fear that it would finally dawn on me what I was doing and I’d be repulsed by how far I’d come. But even that made me want to continue. The uncertainty, the sense of adventure! It was a newness that I hadn’t felt since I’d come to Equestria and found and entirely different and alien world awaiting me.

Intrepid, I could put it off no longer. Confidently, and without hesitation, I grabbed a handful of Rumble’s junk.

It was warm; so very warm. The soft bump of what I assumed was his head pushed up against my palm, still swelling as he continued to receive attention. It was out enough that it was beginning to pull the waistband of his panties away from his body, leaving a bulge I would dare to say Scoots would describe as delicious. In the state I was in, I wouldn’t have been far off from agreeing with her on that sentiment.

“Guh-!” he grunted, probably not expecting so bold a move. I rubbed up and down, relishing how every move made him squirm in my grasp. With such direct stimulation, it was impossible for him to hold out for long, and with a little pop! his dick sprung free from its cloth prison.

It was massive. At least, it looked like it to me. Six, maybe seven inches long; probably three or four around; it was an intimidating sight. Not to mention emasculating! This tiny little creature that I could lift in one arm had a dick even bigger than mine. I mean, not by much, but still.

Fucking lucky ponies.

It was hot; a veritable cloud of steam rolled off of it and across my wrist. His musky smell burst through my senses like a bullet. I was already gripping it before I knew what had happening. He wasn’t fully hard yet; still flopping a little with every sharp breath he took, but still had no problem reaching happily towards the sky.

“Wow, you’re really getting into this!” Scoots muttered, making me jump. I’d nearly forgotten she was there for a moment. “I didn’t expect you to go this far.” I heard the unasked question in her tone.

I shrugged without letting go of Rumble’s erection. “Just wanted to make sure he felt included,” I said nonchalantly, like I did these sorts of things every day. From the way she narrowed her eyes in suspicion, I don’t think I succeeded in making her think nothing was up.

Suddenly her eyes widened in shock. “You heard us in the–!” She cut herself off with a hoof over her mouth. Rumble thankfully hadn’t seemed to notice as he was more than a little preoccupied. But either way the jig was up.

Expecting to be reprimanded for eavesdropping, I was surprised when Scoots smiled. With a hoof, she pushed my hand down Rumble’s shaft until the ring of his penis was directly under my forefinger.

“O-oh, Celestia!” he gasped at the touch.

Scoots smiled devilishly. “Word of advice, since you don’t have one: the ring’s sensitive on most stallions. Pay a lot of attention there.”

Feeling confident with Scoots’s blessing and direction, I finally began stroking in earnest. Up and down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Twisting my wrist, using my thumb to tease the tip of his head; anything I could think of that might feel good. I hadn’t the faintest idea what he liked, so I tried to do what I liked when I masturbated. Even if it had been a while since I’d done so.

It felt like I had only started by the time he was rock hard in my hand. Every squeeze and stroke made his length throb and his hips buck upward. The sweat was rolling down his skin like rain, leaving him slick in my hands and providing all the lubrication we could have wanted.

“Uh… ungh… Ah!” He seemed incapable of words, each breath instead flying from his lungs in a grunt or blissful whimper.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Scoots teased, whispering into his ear. He lunged to kiss her but she pulled away. “Ah-ah-ah! We’ve kissed enough, haven’t we? Let me do something a little more fun!”

She ducked before he could argue –not that he could have in his state– and used her teeth to peel his panties down the rest of the way, letting his giant balls bob out. She dug her nose under them and inhaled deep, a heavenly sigh escaping her lips afterward. As she pulled away, she dragged her tongue up them and onto the underside of his shaft. My palm bumped against her nose and she smiled.

We came up with a rhythm after that, Scoots and I. As I focused on the lower half of Rumble’s length, she’d lather his sack with her tongue until it was shining with her saliva. And as I moved up to tease the edge of his tip, she’d move up to lick and suckle at the base. The overload of sensation proved too much for him, and he was left little more than a quivering, moaning mass of fur and feathers in my arms.

Between the gasps and groans and a million other adorably sexy noises leaving his mouth and two musky scents of pony arousal filling the air, a new feeling came to my attention. Through the vigorous stroking, I could sense a pattern in each pulse of his member. It took a moment, but it finally clicked as to what it was.

His heartbeat.

A simple thing, I should have thought. Blood was rushing through his penis, so of course I should have been able to feel it. But something about it struck me. I began following it, letting it direct my pace. My forefinger trailed the vein through which I felt it, soft and teasing and then firm and purposeful.

Perhaps by some sign that I hadn’t noticed, Scoots ran her tongue all the way up and over my hand just as his head was beginning to flare. I understood just enough about pony physiology to know what that meant.

“G-guys! I’m r-really…!” Rumble stuttered. His entire lower body was thrashing and straining to thrust upward as hard as they could but I didn’t let up for a second. I palmed his ring and squeezed as Scoots kissed his tip.

“C’mon, Rumble! Show me what you got!” she barked before licking his tip again.

His entire body tensed.

I could feel it through his length. His dick swelled in my grasp as cum rocketed out. Each burst was like a rope of cream flying out of a garden hose at about a thousand miles an hour. I could hear each shot, there was so much.

In front of us, Scoots had positioned herself open-mouthed in front of his throbbing dick, and the first rope splashed across her muzzle, right between her eyes. She closed them, beaming eagerly, just in time for a second gush to crash against her nose and mouth. A third and a fourth quickly followed, pooling on her tongue before she started swirling it around like it was a fine wine.

With a noise somewhere between a relieved sigh and an exhausted moan, Rumble finally collapsed back onto my chest, completely spent. “Ha… ha… Woo! W-wow!” was all he could manage.

I continued to rub his stomach as he caught his breath. Scoots, meanwhile, circled around to my side as I let go of Rumble’s softening penis. She kissed my cheek, leaving a distinctly-wet spot behind.

“Wann’a taste?” she mumbled through her full mouth.

“No, thanks,” I chuckled. “I’m not ready for quite that much yet.”

Her face was still coated as well, leaving her having to keep her left eyed clenched shut as a strand dangled off her lid. I didn’t even think as I reached out and carefully brushed it away with my thumb.

But then I was just left with someone else’s cum on my finger and nothing to do with it. Thankfully, Scoots came to my rescue. She swallowed her mouthful before taking my thumb between her lips and licking it clean. Eventually she released it with a wet pop.

“Okay…” Rumble muttered dopily as he started to recover. “That was… Where do I get myself a pair of hands, ‘cuz I need some! That was like using a heat pillow, only a thousand times better!”

“Aww, you have a heat pillow?” Scoots cooed playfully. From the blush on Rumble’s cheeks, I guessed he found it embarrassing.

“Well, yeah. A lot of stallions do, right, Will?” he asked me.

I shrugged. “I’m sorry, I have no idea what that is.”

Before Rumble could open his mouth to ask the question he was obviously thinking, Scoots cut him off. “Human mares don’t go into heat,” she explained. “So he’d never heard of coolers or heat pillows or anything like that before.”

“Oh, wow,” Rumble said. “Okay, um… Well, you know what heat is, right?”

I nodded.

“Well, stallions don’t go into heat themselves, but imagine being single that time of year! Sometimes it can get a little exhausting. The flirting, the looks; it’s enough to put a stallion on edge, let me tell you!”

I could kind of understand where he was coming from. I didn’t exactly get a lot of attention from mares around town, but for a good-looking young stallion like Rumble? If I were him, knowing I couldn’t do anything without risking somepony getting knocked up would drive me up a wall.

Rumble continued. “If you aren’t already in a relationship or even worse, you are but you don’t want foals, that time of year is awful! A heat pillow helps a little. Lets you blow off some steam, you know?”

“I still don’t get what it is, though,” I said.

Scoots laughed before Rumble could reply and stood. She grabbed one of the forgotten pillows behind us and, folding it in half, stuck it between her hindlegs.

“Imagine I’m a colt,” she said. Then she began wildly humping the pillow for all she was worth.

Looked more like she was having a seizure. At least I got the picture.

“I see.”

To my immense surprise, Rumble found a way to blush even more. “Yep, that’s about it.”

With another barking laugh, Scoots kicked the pillow back with the others and propped her front half up on my leg. “So I think it’s safe to say Rumble enjoyed himself. What about you, Will?”

“I think he did,” Rumble said. “If that thing poking me in the tail is what I think it is!”

He wasn’t wrong. I was hard as a rock and planted squarely between his haunches. And as he gave a little wiggle of his hips, an electric wave coursed through my body. Scoots must have noticed my reaction as she climbed up my side to nuzzle my neck.

“Awww, did playing with Rumble’s big dick get you all hot and bothered? Do you need some relief?” she asked, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper on the last word. She kissed my cheek. “Good. ‘Cuz I do, too.”

If anything, the sultriness dripping from her words made me even harder. And though sandwiched as I was between Rumble’s asscheeks was pleasant and all, it was doing nothing to get me off. I ran a hand through Scoots’s mane, mussing it up to her annoyance.

“Well then, what am I still doing dressed?” I asked.

Scoots smirked as she batted my hand away. “Now that’s what I like to hear! Rumble, help me get him naked!”

Rumble, however, didn’t look so sure. As Scoots set about trying to tug my shirt up and over my shoulders despite she was only half as tall as she needed to be to do that, Rumble slowly slid off my lap but did nothing else. “Would that be okay?” he asked me.

“After everything that’s happened, man, I think we’re good,” I told him. He smiled in return and, alongside Scoots, he began to ‘help’ me remove my clothes.

They started with my shirt, one grabbing either side between their teeth and tugging upwards. I had to bend nearly in half so that they could get it over my head, but eventually I popped free. As I sat up, Scoots pounced at me, pushing me onto my back. She landed on my chest, nearly knocking the wind from me as she grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

“Now for my favorite part!” she chirped. “Rumble, come watch this!”

She practically skipped down towards my navel and positioned herself next to my leg. “Get on the other side and grab right here,” she said, grabbing the waistband of my sweatpants, the likes of which were tented rather conspicuously. Rumble eyed me one more time looking for confirmation before mirroring her actions.

“Nuh p’ll!” she said through her mouthful of sweatpants. Inch by inch, they pulled down. I had to lift my hips to help them out, but eventually my dick sprung free, bobbing in the suddenly-chilly bedroom air.

“Mmmm… I love watching it bounce out like that,” she muttered, eyes fixated on my length. Next to her, Rumble was much the same.

“Yeah, I see why you wanted me to wear those panties now. Actually, can I take these things off? They’re a little tight.”

“Sure, they served their purpose,” Scoots said as she hopped across my chest and grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand. She dropped it unceremoniously onto my chest as she took her spot beside me again.

At the same time, with an ungainly squawk and flutter, Rumble nearly toppled over the edge of the bed. He’d been trying to reach far enough back along his flank to get the underwear in his teeth and yet just barely couldn’t make it. He gave a frustrated grunt and glared at Scoots.

“How in the world do you get these things off?!”

“Like this!”

In a spectacular show of flexibility, Scoots bent her torso completely in half, shoving her muzzle between her hindlegs until her nose bumped against the ring in her dock. She took her thong between her teeth and, agonizingly slowly, pulled it up and off of her legs. With a flick of her muzzle, she tossed it at Rumble’s face where it dangled off the tip of his stunned little nose.

“So,” she said, rolling back over and facing me. “You gonna lube up or am I going to have to take care of myself tonight? Watching you two was about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and now you’re gonna leave me hanging?”

“Ma’am, no, ma’am!” I said, throwing an exaggerated salute. “One lubed dick, coming right up! Whatever the lady wants!”

She waited, tapping a hoof impatiently as I applied a liberal coating of the lube along my length. Work she promptly ruined by taking a lick, smacking her lips at the strawberry taste she liked so much.

I couldn’t bring myself to be too upset with her as I fixed what she’d messed up.

“Finally!” she cheered as I capped the bottle and tossed it aside. I made to sit up but a hoof on my chest stopped me.

“Nope, I’m on top tonight,” she said. She climbed onto my lap, wings fluttering as she fought to keep her balance, and sat down. My heavily-lubed length slid between her haunches until my head came to rest in the crevice just under her tail. The metal of her dock piercing felt cold as ice on my sensitive underside.

“You ready~?” she singsonged playfully, swishing her tail side to side across my balls. Her marehood chose that exact second to wink, pressing her clit firmly into my skin, and I knew she was as turned on as I was.

Even such miniscule attention flooded my brain with pleasure, ceasing all my ability to form words. I could little more than nod in response.

She grinned a knowing, self-satisfied grin and lifted her hips, aligning herself over me until my tip touched that puckered hole under her tail. Then, she relaxed and let gravity take over.

It went slow. Agonizingly so. First barely a millimeter, then half my head as she started to spread. She shifted her hips and let out a deep breath and the rest of my head popped inside. Her walls instantly clenched around me so tight I thought for a moment she was trying to push me back out. But then she took another deep breath, another exhale, and her descent began again. Halfway down she had to do it all again.

Until finally, her haunches landed upon my hips and she could go no further.

She breathed deep, allowing herself to settle and get used to the feeling. No matter how many times we did it, there was still some small discomfort for her, though I was thankful it had gotten easier for her. I rubbed her hoof consolingly in the meantime.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Rumble inconspicuously leaning back with his eyes locked firmly on Scoots’s ass.

“Go on, Rumble. Take a good look,” I said, reaching back to lift her tail up and out of the way.

He jumped and looked away like he’d been reprimanded. “A-are you sure? I wouldn’t want to, uh…” he trailed off into incoherent mutters.

“No,” Scoots said through clenched teeth. “I don’t mind” –she paused to take a deep breath– “licking your cock” –deep breath– “but you can’t” –deep breath– “look at my ass!”

“Oh! Uh… Well, yeah, fair enough,” he said as he hopped up and sidestepped next to my knees. I noticed that he’d managed to get the panties off, leaving his penis to flop long and flaccid under him with each step.

He had a front row seat to my junk going up Scoots’s ass, which despite everything was still a little weird, but I wasn’t complaining.

Scoots’s entire body shuddered and then she finally let out a relieved sigh. “Okay, I think I’m ready.”

I gestured her on. “You’re in charge.”

If there was one thing Scoots and Rainbow shared in common, it was that neither had any great love for wasting time. And so where a lot of people might slowly build up to a rhythm, starting easy and gentle; not Scoots. She went straight into it, bouncing herself up and down like she was on a trampoline. It would have been murder without the lube.

With how small she is, Scoots has always been the tightest woman I’ve ever been with. It’s like sticking your dick through the hold in a soda bottle. And her ass is that times a thousand. The first time it was a wonder I didn’t cum in seconds, and even still I had to think the most unsexy thoughts to get myself to last.

The most effective I’d found was Granny Smith in a bikini. I can last for a long while on that one.

“Woah… so you like it like that, Scoots?” Rumble asked.

“Huh?” she mumbled, focusing intently on what she was doing. “Oh, yeah. It was kinda weird at first, but I started to like it after a while. Y-you ever done it before?”

“Oh, n-no!” he said, waving his forelegs frantically in front of him. “I’ve only been with a couple other colts but we didn’t, uh… get this far.”

“Wh-who else have you, ungh, been with?” she asked without losing a beat on my lap. I gripped her flanks for more leverage as I thrust up into her.

“Umm… P-Pip, once. We were drinking and things just happened…” he said. His voice was slow and stuttering; he was having a hard time focusing with Scoots practically impaling herself on me. He shook his head. “I also went out with Snails for a while, but we only, uh… blowjobs…”

“Will’s my first colt!” Scoots screeched. I didn’t understand why until I felt her a splatter of juices against my stomach. Strangely, I’d noticed that Scoots only squirted when she came from anal. After she came back down from her sudden high and caught her breath, she continued, “I wasn’t really interested in, ah-unf, dating and stuff until I met him. I did, hoo, kiss Archer once on a bet, though!”

I was barely paying attention to their banter as I focused on the bliss coursing through every inch of my body. I didn’t want to admit it, but I wasn’t far behind Scoots. Even my unsexy thoughts were starting to fail me as I felt the familiar pressure building. I cast about the room, hoping for something else to distract me, though what I found wasn’t exactly what I’d expected.

Rumble was still sitting near my knees, though he was upright again as the novelty of watching my dick go into Scoots’s ass had faded. He sat on his haunches with his forelegs just wide enough apart that his dick was protruding between them, and once again it was rock hard and pointing towards the ceiling.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. If I were just sitting around watching them have sex, I’d be just as turned on. And I felt a little bad that he was being left out, even if he’d just gotten off and we hadn’t.

With a great effort, I forced my brain into focus enough to formulate words. I cleared my throat to get their attention.

“Hey Scoots? It looks like Rumble’s ready for round two. Think you can accommodate?” I asked. I pointed down to his crotch and both of their eyes followed, only for Rumble to rush to cover himself.

“Oh, no-no! You don’t have to, I’m fine!” he said. “I-I mean, you both have already done more than enough for me!”

“Are you sure?” she asked, trailing a hoof down her stomach and between her legs. Slowly, she spread herself open, revealing her dripping entrance. “I’m more than capable…”

“I… uh…” he mumbled, eyes locked on her body. Scoots had him hook, line and sinker. “How would we, um…?” He gestured vaguely with his forehooves until I got his meaning.

“Oh, right… This might be tricky,” I said. Finally, an idea came to me. “Hop up, babe.”

She reluctantly climbed off, the cold air striking my aching dick and making me shiver uncomfortably. I got up onto my shaking knees as gestured for Rumble to lie down on his back. As I did, Scoots seemed to get where I was going and she rushed forward, getting on top of him. She shifted her hips around, rubbing his tip all around her haunches but not quite lining him up in the right place. He tried to get himself there as well, but likewise couldn’t make it.

Realizing it was probably an odd position for ponies, I reached out without thinking and grabbed his erection again and lined it up myself. Right away, Scoots began to lower herself onto him.

“Ohhhhhsssshit!” she hissed as she came to rest. He was fully hilted inside of her, and I could literally see her marehood squeezing his pulsing length.

I leaned over the both of them and kissed her cheek. “Feel good?”

Her entire body shuddered. “N-no offense, Will, ‘cuz I love you dearly. But he’s the biggest thing I’ve ever had inside me. I f-feel like he’s poking my lungs.”

I tried not to take it personally. He was, after all, bigger than I was, however painful it was to admit.

“You need a minute before I go back in?” I asked.

“N-no, I think I’m good. Go for it!”

She was still loose enough that my head slid back in with little resistance. However, I couldn’t get any further than that. Her tailhole seemed to have clamped down like a vice, preventing me from moving an inch.

“Scoots?” I asked.

“J-just a second!” she panted. She was breathing pretty heavily. “F-fuck!”

Slowly, I felt her start to relax. As she did, I inched forward a little more. I lost track of how long it took, but eventually I was as far in as I could possibly go. At the same time, my balls had come to rest against quite squarely atop Rumble’s. Scoots was simply too small; there was no way we could both be in her without touching like that.

Strangely, I didn’t find myself minding too much.

“Ooooookay! I can’t move,” Scoots grunted. She sounded breathless and as I massaged between her wings, she was as stiff as a board.

“Look, maybe we shouldn’t do this…” Rumble started before Scoots cut him off.

“Shh! Don’t you dare pull out!” she barked. I leaned around to see, to my surprise, that she wore a wide grin despite a pained wrinkle in her brow. “I-I think I’m cumming!”

Rumble and I just looked at each other.

“What?” I asked.

“I think, ungh… I started cumming w-when you put it in!” she gasped and shivered. “And it’s not stoo-opping!”

I hesitated as I tried to swallow what she’d said.

“What are you waiting for?!” she shouted. “Hurry up and fuck me!”

I wasted no time pulling back until only my head was inside her and, pausing for just a little dramatic flair, I slammed back inside. She slid forward several inches from the force, pulling Rumble’s dick out of her in the process just like I’d intended.

“AHHHhh!” she screamed, loud enough to pierce my eardrums. I was half-afraid our neighbors would have heard that one. Her wail trailed down to a muffled whimper as she bit down on the covers by Rumble’s neck. Better than on his skin, I guessed. She probably could have drawn blood.

“Ooooooh, Celestia! I’m s-still–!” she moaned into the bed.

I grabbed her flanks and bodily slid her back down onto Rumble’s cock as I pulled back out. Then again, I rammed home, pushing her forward with me. It was a slightly odd pattern, having to move her with me as I thrusted, but I eventually began to fall into a steady rhythm. Her hole squeezed and relaxed, at times fighting to hold me inside while at other times fighting to keep me out.

Under her, Rumble was doing his level best to match my movements, limited as his means were. His hips flexed as he humped upwards as hard as he could when I drew Scoots back and retreating as I pushed her forward. We worked in tandem to keep her stimulated the entire time, neither of us missing a beat.

All throughout, I could feel Rumble’s dick through her insides. His ring was prominent, pushing up into my member and massaging it gently with every thrust. His balls continued to bump and rub against mine, squashed together for utter lack of space. I could feel them churning and heaving alongside mine.

I was already too close before we’d even started, and I wasn’t going to last long. The feeling of her body, of Rumble’s body; the heat and the wetness; the sounds they were both making. Little moans and squeaks and labored breathing. It was all too much.

I barely had the chance to think before I was painting Scoots’s insides with cum. One, two, three times; I lost count as I released all the pent up feelings I’d built up over the night. It pooled around my head and finally burst out, dripping down her ass and my balls and onto Rumble’s. If anything, that seemed to prolong my ecstasy the slickness added a whole new level of pleasure to his skin touching mine.

Perhaps he’d felt me through her as well, as almost immediately after I started I felt his head flare again. His underside pulsed with each spurt, so vivid a feeling his dick may as well have been touching mine. He must have filled her other hole just as quickly as I had mine, as a new wave of wetness splashed across my crotch.

Scoots had gone practically catatonic as I pulled out of her, a gush of white following me. The area under her tail was covered in a mess of fluids, her fur matted and dripping. She was nearly lifeless as she rolled off of Rumble and collapsed onto her side on the mattress. His dick, slowly softening once again, glistened in the dim light.

I just sat back and looked at the mess on and around us. The blankets were filthy; they’d have to be changed before we could even consider going to bed. I was sweating and exhausted, and the other two looked in even worse condition. I wondered if Scoots would even be able to take a bath on her own.

As gently as I could so as to not disturb her, I picked her up in my arms, not minding the mess. As I started removing her corset and stockings, she grinned up at me through bleary, half-open eyes with a lovedrunk smile. The cuteness of it was diminished somewhat by the load of drying jizz all over her face. “Heeey, Will?”

From the way she’d slurred those two little words, I could already feel I was in for something special. “Yeah?”

“You touched Rumble’s penis!” she sniggered. She even hid her mouth behind her hooves and giggled like a schoolgirl telling some dark secret to her best friend. “And I know you liked it~!”

I rolled my eyes at her but did little else. What could I say? She was right.

Instead I looked to Rumble, who was fighting to stand up as well. “I think this is what they mean when they say ‘fucked silly.’”

He chuckled breathlessly. “Heh, yeah, I think you’re right. Damn, that was amazing! I’m feeling kinda silly myself.”

I laughed too. “Yeah, well… You can be silly in the bathtub. Make sure this featherbutt doesn’t drown while I get us a not-soaked bedspread.”

He nodded and together we all made for the bathroom. After getting them settled in the tub, it was a short matter of throwing the covers into a hamper to worry about tomorrow and putting some new ones on. Once that was taken care of, I joined them in the bath to clean off.

Once we were all sanitary and not sticky again, I sat on the toilet with Scoots on my lap to dry her off with a towel while Rumble handled himself. Her giggles had mostly run dry by that time, and instead she was just leaning half-awake in my arms.

As we left the bathroom, I saw Rumble starting to head towards the living room.

“Hey, you don’t have to crash on the couch tonight,” I said.

He turned back to look at me, his brow wrinkled. “Are you sure?”

I laughed at his reticence. “After everything we did tonight, you think I’m going to draw the line at cuddling? C’mon, you dork. Scoots’ll be pissed if you aren’t there in the morning.”

Together, we all made for the bedroom. He slipped under the covers while I tucked Scoots in then went to turn the lights off. When I got back, they’d cuddled up on one side of the bed; the open spot for me would leave Scoots in the middle. Right where she would want to be, I was sure. After I’d settled, it was a little more cramped than usual, but not unpleasantly so.

Normally I would wrap my arm around Scoots as we slept, something that was a little harder to do with Rumble pressed into her other side. So instead I settled for pulling him into the embrace, too.

"Goodnight you two," I said, lightly kissing Scoots's temple. She was too out of it to say anything back, but Rumble said his goodnights as well.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was Scoots’s soft snoring. Then…

“Will?”

“Yeah, Rumble?”

“You heard Scootaloo and I in the bathroom, didn’t you?”

Reluctantly, I let go of him and sat up enough to see over Scoots. He didn’t look angry or anything, but it was clear he was worried. I could have lied and told him that I really had been thinking things over for a while. That I’d come to the decision to try things with him of my own volition, but in the end I couldn’t. I didn’t want to lie to him, and even if I had, I doubt I could have sold it.

“Yeah, I did. I’m sorry, I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but… I don’t know. I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t want you here with us.”

“Is that why you did all this? I mean, not that I’m complaining!” he said, grinning in that awkward way he does when he’s trying to look more confident than he feels. “I’m just amazed at how far you went. I can’t begin to imagine how hard it was. Being, uh… straight and all.”

“It was a whole lot easier than you’d guess,” I said softly. “What we did, you and me? It was actually kind of hot. And both of us on Scoots like that? Heh, I think I liked that almost as much as she did.” I looked down to see her fast asleep, drooling slightly onto the pillow. “Almost.”

“Yeah, that thing with your hands? Holy crap!” He snuggled a little more into the pillow, and for a moment I thought he was going to sleep. But then his head poked back up. “Uh… Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Would you… want to do this again sometime? I mean, did you really like it?” he asked quietly.

Instead of answering, I thought of a much better way to put his fears to rest. Leaning over Scoots, I placed my hand on the back of his head and gently lifted up. Then, looking deep into his lavender eyes, I did something that, before tonight, I’d never thought I could.

I kissed a stallion.

And I liked it.

Author's Note

M/M is love, M/M is life.