Three is a Couple

by Ponyess

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Anthro, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Sex
Length: 2754

I am a descendant of a long lost Mr. Anon. Now I live in a small cottage with my younger sister and my twin brother. The strange is that he is a semi detachable, conjoined twin, a fully equine stallion.

I was born a conjoint with a fully Equine Pony, and now have a regular sister, two years my junior, who is otherwise more or less identical to me.

Together, we share a cottage close to a small, yet bustling village of Equines, known as Ponies. Sometimes taking the short trip into town in order to shop for groceries and other regular items to cover our needs.

We live what I like to consider a normal life together, as a couple, as strange as it may seem to some.

Published 2015-12-10 19:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-12-19 13:37:21 UTC

Typically Me: 1

Author's Note

Centaur's POV

Typically Me: 1

As an Anon, living descendant of the original Mr. Anon; who moved to Equestria many a decades ago; but alas, living in Equestria and the exposure to their magic has had a few unexpected side-effects upon us all, me included.

As opposed to what we were like upon arrival, I am a light pink to bright cerise; while my hair is a sparkling hot electric blue. As of yet, none of us ever grew a coat of fur, while I can pride myself with the thick rubbery hide.

Apparently, I have emerald green draconian eyes. How curious, but it is what I had grown up with and grew used to way back even before my teens.

My conjoint brother is a white stallion. I assume he is an Earth Pony; based on the lack of both horn, and wings; for all I have seen. The problem is that I never saw his head, as a conjoint twin.

When I say white; that is the brightest silicon white, on the border of iridescent; yet, he never glows in the dark, or anything as drastically conspicuous.

Living a life in Equestria does have strange effects on a girl like me, and the boy like my brother; together, we are what the mythology collectively referred to as a Centaur.

For an Equestrian; he still does retain most of the Earthern built of a traditional Arabian Stead, as opposed to that of the more common Equestrian Ponies I see all around me.

My sister is just like me, but her hide is a bright green of the linden leaves of the early spring. Her hair is the fierce, bright yellow to read of the camp fire that warms your body as you huddle in the cold before you are forced to withdraw into the tent. She was gifted with deep brown equine eyes that would have been beautiful, and soulful with our brother, whose eyes we are never going to see; all the while, I figure he is seeing through ours respectively.

Both my sister, and I keep our hair in a long braid all the way down the spine; while we enjoy luscious bangs similar to that of our Pony friends. We take turns, grooming one another’s hair and braid the other sister’s hair. I guess it is a relaxing pastime and an excellent bonding time; taking a full hour each day for the two of us.

My sister does enjoy taking her turn, grooming and braiding my brother’s tail; while I do enjoy my turn, when it is my time next week. Of course I feel her hands, as she is brushing the tail and braiding it ever as carefully; she has a very light and caring hand, I came to notice.

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We had just finished the grooming, just after breakfast; siting back and relaxing.

Today and tomorrow are the two free days, just like the weekends of our ancestral old Earth. Even generations removed, we still honour this particular tradition and enjoy the time together. I guess our ancestry has made it easier on us, we never did crave all that much flesh in our diet in the first place.

Being the conjoint, I am bound to be on top; not that I do mind. I know she will enjoy the position just as much next week; something I pass over with warm hooves, at the end of the week.

“It is time, buckle up and prepare yourself!” I exclaimed, looking eagerly at her.

“If you follow me down the ramp, to our private sanctum in the basement?” she challenged me, as she rose to her feet and slowly walked in the indicated direction.

“Don’t you worry, little sister!” I proclaimed, following her down the ramp.

“I want my ride, before I permit you to have all the fun!” she stated, just as we reach the end of the ramp down to the basement.

“Jump up and enjoy the ride, I know it will make you soaking wet!” I promised; feeling her place her hands, on the shoulders of my brother and jumped up on my back.

I feel a whine in my throat as she is smacking his plump and firm Equine butt, just right. On cue, I start to trot down the hall; first slowly and with increasing speed along the way.

“Yee-Haw!” she exclaimed excitedly, just before my trot turned into a canter and I continued speeding down the hall.

I turn a right, and then another. Feeling her arms around my waist is merely pushing me on in the excitement. Knowing her excitement as I start to feel the first hint of moist from her orchid, aside from the hastening breath I hear from behind me.

Feeling her wet and stiff on my back turns me on. I guess I could as well admit, there is no gain in denying it anyway. Yet, I do follow the hall, turn by turn in order to reach the optimal point for out little escapade.

I can’t pin her down properly, before we are excited enough for me to enter her in the first place, so why even bother. On that note, my brother is the one who needs to be in the mood for us to work this particular magic in the first place.

With experience behind me, I am getting her in line, just at the time I turn in towards the room of our sanctuary, opening the door and entering. Once inside, there is no turning back, we ll need to be in the heat of the moment or it is all for naught.

Once I had slowed down, I could feel her hands move up to my chest and she tentatively feeling me up and teasing my cherries. As I closed the door behind myself, she nimbly jumped off of my back and landed on her feet.

I could see her apply her hand cream, while I was looking at her; before she moved over to the table we had prepared in a joint effort in enchanting the room for our private times.

She beds over, with her belly firmly pressed down on top of the table; from there, she comfortably pressed down her hands where she had always come to place them. I take her cue as my brother placed his forehooves on the backs of her hands and pressed them down onto the smooth, glistering black rubber under her hands. As he let go, her hands no longer is capable of letting go and lifting from the front legs of the table.

I have her pinned down, just where I need her to be; it is time, and I am ready and prepared to act.

Slowly, tentatively trotting up behind her, placing my right hand on her plump butt, permitting my fingers to slide down into the valley; from there my fingers make a stop over the rear entrance, teasing her and eliciting delightful sensations causing her to giggle in excitement; before following the valley back and up the mound, teasing the stiff, soaking wet rubber of her petals.

I may have known her to be soaked, from how her hands reacted on my brother’s little teasing treat; but it is part of the play I have come to enjoy and love, for so long as I could remember.

A Hot Episode: 2

As I had entered the room, I am soaking wet and she clearly knows it. Yet, I can’t complain; it is just the way I wanted it in the first place.

Naturally, I had applied the hand cream onto the palms of my hands; feeling the momentary tingle as it is taking effect while saturating the skin. As the girl, this is my place in the relation; on the scene as well as in the household in general. Our Japanese traditions can not be defied, or defiled, not now and not ever.

I had been giddily eyeing the table, prepared for the scene and play I was about to engage. Once the effect was peaking; I walked over to the table, lean over the flat surface and place the palms of my hands firmly on the smooth surface of the table’s legs; right and left respectively. I feel his hooves pressing down, as I had reached as far as I am capable and was pressing the palms of my hand down.

A moment later, I feel the pressure of his hooves fade as he is letting go of my hands, and I give my hands a tentative tug as response; rewarded with the confirmation I had been hoping for, my hands will not budge, no matter how hard I am to pull; the skin of the palms of my hands temporary fused to the rubber of the table on which I am leaning down over.

I hear him trotting around, and slowly moving up behind me. In breathless anticipation; I await what is to come next, but it is always new to me every week. I can do nothing but enjoy what he is giving me; but I had placed myself at his disposal, by my volition and free will.

I feel her hand as she is placing it squarely on my butt, and enjoy it Royally for all it is worth; the representation of her desire and pleasure in me; both physically and emotionally. I take immense joy, and pleasure in being desired in this manner; by the one I love and care for.

The hand moved down into the valley between my legs, sliding up between my legs; exploring the rear orifice, eliciting shivers of delight.

Giggles are escaping my parted lips, as her fingers slide over the petals my soaking orchid. She has me cornered and knows how to press the advantage; enjoying this moment, before she permits him to mount me and subsequently enter me, as is proper and expected out of him.

With a few more steps of his hooves, he had aligned himself behind me; slowly pressing himself against my plump rear in growing excitement.

It is inevitable, and she is placing her right hand on my bare butt, then the left; before she slowly starts to push herself up and permitting him to move further. Now she is moving her right hand five inches forwards in preparation for him to mount me. As she had pressed herself up high enough over me, her left hand moves to five inches before the right.

Step by step, her hands move forwards; right and left respectively, as she is helping him up onto my back, where I lean up on the table. I pull at my own hands in turn; mimicking her moves, even knowing they are not budging. Just that I feel them fuse further with my excitement as she is pulling him forwards towards their joint, ultimate goal. The more excited I am, the harder I pull at my hand; more as a reflex than an actual attempt, to pull my hands free.

As I feel his chest slide up over my rump, I know he has me firmly pinned down; no matter how much I manage to pull at my hands, which merely is pushing me forwards.

With his front hooves now in midair; his hind quarters work in tandem with her hands, pushing him inch by inch, ever forwards towards where they are aiming.

As I feel her hands on my shoulders; I know he is near, a mere inch away. I can wait no longer. With a final push on their side, I feel him aiming and hitting the rear entrance. Instinctively, I contract on contact; while he slides in effortlessly on the next thrust. I feel the plop, the instant after he entered, and know what it means; as I am fully contracted around him, and his head. This is when her hands slide down the right and left sides of my chest, before finding exactly what she had been aiming for; my hooters and the plump, red cherries.

Her hands caress my hooters for a minute or a few; before she moves up, placing her fingers on my cherries; teasing them with inevitable and teasing intent of pushing me ever forwards. I see the shadow of her body as she is bending forwards, in order to reach further and getting a better grip.

Of course, he hit the rear entrance; or, is that just the first entry? I know how he loves the tightness, but he never had reached forwards before. If there is a reason, or if he wasn’t ready?

Her fingers are teasing my cherries, as he is thrusting into me, then pulling back as she is tentatively tugging at my cherries. Together, they work as one. It isn’t as if this had been the first time; we do enjoy this each and every weekend. It is my turn to be mounted, like the Pony I am to him. I don’t complain, but he was waiting for the signal; when I am ready for him to enter me.

She is leading the assault on the front, the front of my body; my hooters and my cherries. He is holding up the rear and pinning me down, entering and warming me up. I can feel his excitement, just as I can sense it on the air.

There it is, what I had been awaiting, from the moment he entered me. It isn’t as if I had been hoping he was finished, or that he would hurry up. I love every instant of the experience, and I do love it just as much each and every instant.

I could feel it as he came and he planted his seed inside me, my body; even when it is the rear entrance, which may be the right choice for a Pony. Maybe this is why I had never been pregnant before, I am no pony and thus is not impregnated from the back entrance.

Only this time; I feel him slide out, just as hard and excited as he had been on the instant of entry. Only now, I do realize that he is doing a reentry. There is a new plop as I am contracting around him as he enters my orchid.

This is the day, the one I had secretly been looking forwards to and hoped I was to have; now I am having it. I was the first to have it, my sister never had the fortune; at least, not yet.

Now I feel him coming inside of my orchid; just as I know the ultimate consequences as his seed is coating my orchid, from the inside and out. This is when I feel my ultimate climax; not just coming one more time. I had been coming from just a few minutes of his original entry. Maybe I am closer to him, than other Humans ever could.

He is half of me, every other week, though; so he is closer to me that anyone or any Pony else ever could have been. Now I enjoy him mounting me, just as I had enjoyed him entering me. By tomorrow, I will enjoy carrying his foal. If it will be one, or two; even if I find it hard to expect a twin.

After he had finished coating me; I feel his body slide down behind me, as he is dismounting me in the Pony fashion. I don’t mind, I can’t regret it; even if one reason behind this is that I never experienced it any other way. Should I have chosen a Human male over him, just to see how that would have felt? Or, should I have done it, in the hopes that he would have enjoyed me, the way my sister is right now? I don’t know, but that just doesn’t feel right.

Had I not been exhausted from the effort of what I had just been through, I just my have asked him to have the third and final bout; but now is not the time. I feel the rubbery coating of him, and his seed; in both my lower orifices, not just the orchid. The coating will stay there with me, and I am affected by it from now on.

Author's Note

Junior girl; Ms. Hitomi's POV