Time to Make Some Movie Magic!
Trixie Lulamoon squirmed with boredom in the plain-looking waiting room she found herself in, tapping her hooves impatiently against the tiled floor. She huffed, drumming her fingers on the arm of the admittedly comfortable chair she was sitting in, as she waited for the go ahead.
‘How did it come to this?’ she thought. ‘...Oh right, a distinct lack of bits, common sense, and luck. What a wonderful time to be the Great and Powerful Trixie.’
She whipped her head around when she heard the door to the waiting room open. ‘That better be somepony telling me that it’s time for me to go in.’ She groaned in frustration when a pegasus mare with a moderate azure coat and windswept white and bluish-gray striped mane and tail strided in with confidence.
Night Glider scanned the waiting room, giving the brilliant azure mare already there a selfsure smile before walking over to the stallion at the reception desk. Trixie frowned at this, as she strained to listen in on the hushed conversation. However, she couldn’t glean any meaning before the stallion gestured to the chairs lining the wall, one of which she occupied.
The pegasus mare plopped down in the chair right next to the unicorn, smirking over at her and waving a little. “You got a callback for last week’s Canterlot Times ad, too?” she asked. “You lookin’ to get railed, sweetie? Or are you looking for some mare on mare?” Her eyes roved over the other mare’s fashionable v-neck, dress pants, and starry purple cloak which hid a respectably voluptuous figure, “Either way, I’m not picky, you’re a real looker.” Her smirk turned fairly cocky when the other mare puffed out her cheeks slightly.
“If you must know, the Great and Powerful Trixie is out looking for any work that a showmare of her caliber can get. Unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances, Trixie could only find...this. The sex is just a bonus to the performance and exposure,” said Trixie, trilling her R’s upon her introduction while trying not to blush, both at the blunt compliment and being so blatantly ogled.
She also looked the other mare up and down appraisingly, noting that the sleek frame a pegasus usually had was pleasantly filled out with wide hips and a generous bust, and all contained within hip-hugging jeans and a too-small tank top.
Night Glider stretched with a light groan and flapped her wings lightly before leaning over to Trixie, dropping her voice slightly so that the stallion at the desk couldn’t hear, “Name’s Night Glider. How long you been waiting for a big, meaty cock to fill you up?”
“Trixie supposes she can indulge you: she’s been waiting here for about twenty minutes now, with no guarantee that she will be chosen for the...role,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“You uh...you always refer to yourself in the third person? You know that won’t fly in the ‘movie’, right?” Night Glider added.
Trixie glared at Night Glider, opening her mouth to retort when the stallion at the reception desk cleared his throat after setting down his phone. The two mares turned to look when he spoke up in a deadpan, sarcastic tone, “Alright, you two. You’re getting called in. The scripts are done being enchanted and your co-stars are getting themselves ready. So get in there and make some movie magic.” The stallion motioned to the door behind himself and returned to his magazine.
The two mares looked to one another as they shared the same thought, ‘Co-stars?’
Trixie walked out of her dressing room and huffed indignantly, adjusting her too-short bright blue skirt with one hand and rubbing at the tied fabric on the base of her tail with the other, “Whose bright idea was it to make us cheerleaders for this?”
The mare who’d been helping her with the fitting giggled slightly at this as she lifted up the back of the skirt to make sure the tight, baby blue spankies were still in their proper place on her charge’s shapely behind, “That would be the scriptwriter, sweetheart. You didn’t have to agree to this one if you didn’t like the wardrobe.”
She blushed deeply when she felt hands on her rump, mumbling something mostly to herself about this one being the best paying role and the only one with a stallion. The fitting mare smirked slightly, pulling the skirt back down, “I see. Well, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it a lot more once you’re in the moment. I know I would with that stallion. He’s certainly an interesting one and he’s sure to give you ladies a lot of fun, if what I’ve heard from the medical team is true.”
Trixie turned to ask exactly what she meant, but stopped when she noticed Night Glider walking towards her with her own fitting mare fussing over fluffing her slightly stiff wings. The pegasus stopped when she spotted the showmare and let out a low, appreciative whistle, slipping slightly into character with a wink, “Lookin’ good, Trixie. Wanna meet me in the locker room after school? Practice our…’cheers’?”
Trixie stuck out her tongue before letting out a soft yelp when her fitting mare gave her a firm pat on her rear, “Alright, sweetheart, wait here for your script and your potions!” The other fitting mare made sure Night Glider was well taken care of before taking her leave as well.
The two mares’ eyes were drawn to a third door as it opened, revealing its occupants as a third fitting mare and somepony they had never expected to see at such a venue. A tall, slender, alabaster mare with a light pink and white mane practically strutted out, wearing the same cheerleader’s outfit they were. Her every move carefully measured as though walking on a catwalk, her hefty breasts stretching the top and her skirt barely concealing her generous hips.
“Fleur De Lis!?” they exclaimed in unison, causing her to turn to them with a sweet smile.
“Bonjour, mademoiselles! I see we are working together on this film! It will be a great deal of fun, oui?” she said with a flirty lilt to her Prench accent.
Night Glider rushed forward with a wide grin as she seized Fleur’s hand to shake enthusiastically, “Awesome! But why are you here? Did your agent mess up or something?”
“Non, nothing like that. My career needed a...how should I say...a small boost and a nice little scandal, like me starring in a pornographic film is just the ticket. Especially seeing as how Fancy Pants was the one who suggested this. Oh! But you didn’t hear that from me!” she said with a wink, returning the handshake warmly.
Trixie looked between the three of them slowly before speaking up once more, “Is Trixie the only one who sees a problem here? Three mares, one stallion? Unless they’ve improved recovery potions, then we’re going to be doing a lot of waiting around!”
She jumped when a deep voice spoke up behind her, turning around swiftly to spot a being she’d only ever seen in newspaper articles. “You’d think that, but let me tell you, those potions work a whole hell of a lot better on me than on any pony.”
They turned to spot an incredibly strange stallion behind them, waving with a smile on his face. “Hello, ladies, I assume we’re going to be working together? Fleur, looking lovely as usual, how’s Fancy?”
Fleur bounded forward with a grin and threw her arms around the newcomer, pulling herself up to kiss him once on each cheek, “Oh, Michel, mon’ami! It has been too long! Fancy is doing well, how are you down in Ponyville?”
“Oh, could be better. Jobs are few and far between, so if this gig works out, I’ll be staying in Canterlot for more…’work’. You got room at your place?”
Trixie and Night Glider watched with their mouths wide open in shock while the two apparent friends exchange pleasantries. Not only because they knew each other, but this human stallion had to be one of the tallest, non-dragon beings either had ever seen, garbed in a basketball jersey and shorts. Even Princess Celestia would have to stretch to look him in the eye.
Mike looked over at the other two mares with an amused smile on his face at their blatant expressions of shock; he was used to that sort of thing from the diminutive bipedal equines.
Being six feet and two inches meant that the human towered above most of their average of four feet and nine inches for most mares, around five feet and two inches for most stallions, and five feet and seven inches for their tallest: Princess Celestia. Even Fleur, who was as tall as the average stallion, had to hop up into his arms to do her usual greeting.
He looked them up and down appreciatively, setting Fleur down. “Name’s Michael Hock, most call me Mike, how’s it going?”
Night Glider stopped looking him up and down to try and contain her mirth. “You do realize that makes your name ‘My Co —’ ” Before she could finish, Mike interrupted her with a sarcastic laugh.
“Ha! Like I haven’t heard that one before. My parents had a distinct lack of foresight when coming up with my name, alright?”
She held up her hands in surrender with a smile on her face. “Easy there, big guy. No offence — WHOA! That’s a lot of potions!”
Fortunately for Night Glider, their attention turned toward the four stagehands approaching, holding various bottles of potions and glowing sheets of paper, presumably the scripts. The director followed close behind, looking down at her clipboard.
“Alright, down to business here, ladies and gentlestallion?...Gentlehuman? Whatever. First off, scripts. The lines to the leadup are all there, along with a general outline for the action, and you’re encouraged to improv during. Keep it hot, try not to get nasty, and try to give us plenty to work with and cut around.”
She pointed at Fleur, “Silver Tongue,” then as the script was handed off to her, she pointed in turn to Trixie, “Hot Lips,” then to Night Glider, “Aerial Climax,” and finally to Mike, “Large Vitality.” Looking up from her clipboard, she watched each of the scripts burst into sparkles one after another, as the contents were absorbed by their recipients.
Ticking off checkboxes for each on her clipboard, the director looked up and continued, “Now then. For potions, we have rehydrating and recovery for all of you and false estrus plus gag suppression for the mares. If none of you have taken these before, here’s the rundown: rehydrating and recovery are self-explanatory, they’ll keep you going without the need for frequent breaks; false estrus will give you all the appearances and feelings of being in heat with none of the pregnancy worries; and gag suppression lets you breath easier around a big cock in your gob and stops your gag reflex all in one go. Any questions?”
She smiled as she watched her performers gulp down their potions without protest. “Oh, and just a heads up, ladies. I’ve been informed that this stud’s a bit on the messy side, so be ready for that. Now get on set and we’ll get this started.”
Mike smirked slightly at the director’s words while they all followed her into position. “Well, she’s not wrong, you know,” he said. “Just be ready for that, ladies.”
Ever since he had arrived in Equestria, the magic in the air had had such an odd effect on him, leaving him with a much higher production rate of baby batter. A hospital visit to address some inexplicable, minor blue balls after his first week, along with an incredibly helpful and talented nurse, had affirmed this. A clear picture of her cum-drenched yet beaming face entered his mind. Cleanup was a bit of an issue at times, but he usually had positive encounters with mares, all of whom seemed to really enjoy the taste and feel of his seed.
Fleur smiled back at her colleagues as she led them onto the faux basketball court that was to be the setting for this film, ever the picture of grace and poise even while her body practically quaked with desire. She motioned to the gymnastics mats piled up in front of the bleachers.
“Alright, Hot Lips, Aerial Climax, let’s get this all set up so we can start stretching to practice the routine.”
“Got it, Silver Tongue!” said Night Glider, bounding forward with peppy energy.
“As long as it gets my mind off being in heat and wanting to be filled up with a thick cock,” said Trixie with a dramatic sigh while following the pegasus. The unicorn did well to drop her third person manner of speaking for her role.
As she approached the mats herself, Fleur gave Trixie’s rear a playful slap, “Now you’ve got me thinking that, Hot Lips! So shush and help us get these mats out!”
Night Glider giggled and threw an arm around Trixie’s shoulder to “whisper” loudly into her ear, “Don’t worry, if we need some relief, I brought a special toy for...relaxing, after we’re done with our practice, of course! It’s in my bag under the bleachers. So, let’s get it done and we can have our fun.”
One after another, the three mares bent over to grab a mat, lifting their tails underneath their skirts to show the camera their rears. Their spankies left almost nothing to the imagination, the growing wetness of the fabric clinging to their swollen lips. Once the mats were all set up, Fleur stood up straight and clapped her hands together, “Alright, ladies, let’s start with stretches and then — ”
The sound of a basketball bouncing cut her off as Mike walked out from the “locker room.” He stopped in his tracks as he spotted the mares. “Oh, hello, ladies. I came to practice my free throws, but that’ll be just a little hard to do with your mats in the way.”
Fleur rushed forward with a wide smile, grabbing ahold of his arm and pressing it in between her breasts. “Oh, Large Vitality! You don’t need to practice. You’re already the only one we cheer for. Why don’t you let us show you how much we appreciate your...skill?”
Trixie stepped up to his other side with a salacious grin and grabbed his other arm, taking the basketball in her magic and tossing it up into the bleachers. “Come on, big guy. You won’t regret it.”
“Well, I don’t know about that, ladies. Isn’t it heat season?” asked Mike, smiling “nervously” down at the two mares.
Night Glider stepped up and threw her arms around his midsection, nuzzling her cheek into his chest for a moment before looking up at him with a wide grin. “And your point is? That just means we know you’re being driven wild by the pheromones all around.”
“And it looks like at least one part of you agrees with this turn of events!” exclaimed Trixie, pulling Night Glider off of him by her tail while staring at his growing manhood, silhouetted by his shorts. The other two mares locked eyes on the ever-expanding bulge before they all began to pull him toward the mats with hungry looks on their faces.
When Mike was close enough to the mats, he felt two magic auras guide him down into a sitting, then lying position, his pride pitching a respectable tent in his loose shorts as it grew. Each mare exchanged a smiling nod before they each gripped part of the waistband of his shorts with one hand.
It was then that Fleur spoke up. “You know, Mr. Basketball Star, you’ve dribbled enough balls. We think it’s time for somepony to dribble on yours.”
With a smooth, swift tug, his hardened cock sprung free of the confines of his shorts, allowing the mares their first true look at his equipment. As one, their eyes traced up and down his impressive length, trying not to appear too surprised. Each mare noticed the pointed tip and his lack of a medial ring; despite his tall stature, his cock wasn’t much longer than a stallion’s would be. However, what surprised them most was that it was much thicker than they expected or could see through his shorts.
Fleur was the first to recover, giving Trixie and Night Glider a firm nudge to signal to them that they should get started while she stood up. Trixie smiled broadly, if somewhat nervously, pressing her shoulder into Night Glider’s as they moved into position. The two mares eyed his spire for a moment more before they leaned in and pressed their lips against either side, planting small kisses as the unicorn moved up and the pegasus moved down.
Letting out a low moan as their lips and tongues danced on his cock, Mike shuddered with pleasure. One set of lips engulfed the head of his cock and the other began to caress and lick at his testicles, causing him to moan out. He was certain that Night Glider would be able to feel just how heavy and full they were, just as every mare he’d been with before had commented on. He thrust his hips upward slightly, to allow them easier access, moaning out again when Trixie began to suckle on the head of his cock, while Night Glider’s tongue and lips explored every part of his balls.
He had been too caught up in his own pleasure and thoughts to notice that Fleur had sauntered over to stand above his head, having lost her spankies somewhere along the way. At least until she had dropped to her knees and filled his vision with her soaking wet thighs, her dripping pussy lips, and her thoroughly pristine puffy asshole, snapping him out of his reverie. His hands gripped her soft, supple cheeks firmly, as he pulled her down the rest of the way, tracing her lips slowly with his tongue, causing her to gasp out, “Oh~! Mon cher, I was hoping you’d get the hint~.”
Since Trixie seemed content just to suckle on the head of his cock, Night Glider gave his testicles one last lick before she moved atop the unicorn. The pegasus gave the other mare’s ear a playful bite before “whispering” to her, “Come on, Hot Lips. Don’t hold back. After all, you wanted to be filled up with a thick cock, so take it all!”
With one hand, she pushed on the back of Trixie’s head to force her further down his cock, all while her other reached down to tease and stroke the unicorn’s pussy lips and clit through her soaked spankies.
Trixie moaned deeply around her mouthful, even as her throat bulged out to accommodate his length. Her hands stroked up and down the human’s thighs, teasing the underside of his cock with her tongue until her lips touched the base. She whimpered softly when she felt Night Glider slide off, but began to bob her head up and down, revelling in the feeling of his girth testing the limits of her throat, her jaw, and the gag suppression potion. Her whimper turned to another deep moan when her spankies were pulled down and an experienced tongue began to tease and explore her pussy.
Thrusting his hips upwards in time with Trixie’s downstrokes, Mike moaned out at the feeling of her throat squeezing his cock and vowed to pick up some of those gag suppression potions in the future for more recreational uses. His tongue swirled around Fleur’s marehood, gathering up her musky, sweet juices greedily. He smiled to himself at her throaty moans, his hands gripping her thighs firmly to hold her in place as she rolled her hips around.
A multitude of cameras held in unicorn magic rotated around the group, capturing the scene at multiple angles. One camera in particular focused on the visible bulge in Trixie’s throat while she worked. Another watched Fleur’s face practically glow with pleasure, adjusting its focus when she had pulled her top above her breasts to tweak and pull one of her nipples. Yet another was floating behind Night Glider, the shot focused on her hand working her own dripping wet pussy through her spankies before moving to watch her tonguefuck Trixie.
“Mmm!~ Don’t stop, mon cher! I’m getting — AHN~ — close!” Fleur cried out as she felt the pressure build, squirming in his grip. She reached down with her free hand to stroke and pinch at her clit. Grinding her hips down into him, her moans grew in volume before she finally cried out in a near scream, freezing up while her orgasm coursed through her in waves.
Mike rolled his tongue around her rapidly winking clit to prolong her orgasm, even as she soaked his face with her marecum. He lifted her up to let himself draw breath and roll her musky, sweet juices around in his mouth to finally appreciate her unique flavor, watching her thighs and puffy anus clench in time with her heavy winks. Just as he concluded that she tasted like the vanilla creme filling of an éclair, he felt her pull herself from his grip, watched her turn around, and without preamble, licked his face clean of her juices.
Trixie moaned loudly around his cock, her orgasm hitting her like a runaway cart. She pulled off his cock with a light *pop* to voice her pleasure, rolling her hips back into Night Glider’s face. “So good!~” she exclaimed.
She yelped slightly when a pink magic aura forced her mouth back down onto the head of Mike’s cock, forcing a low groan from him when she resumed her frantic bobbing.
Fleur spoke up with a teasing lilt. “Ah, ah, ah, Hot Lips. You’re not done until this stud’s shot his load either down into your tummy or on your pretty little face!”
Night Glider squirmed on her knees, gulping down Trixie’s juices like a mare dying of thirst. She whimpered softly when she nearly hit her release. She pulled her hand away, mostly out of her habit of edging herself to enhance her pleasure when she finally allowed herself to cum. Her legs quaked gently as she stood up. Deliberately, she pulled off the top, her pert breasts jiggling when the bottom seam passed and bent over to pull off the skirt and soaked spankies all at once, her tail draped to the side to make sure the camera floating behind her captured her rhythmically winking clit and swollen, drenched pussy lips.
When Fleur stood up to follow the pegasus’ lead, and Trixie began to wonder if he would ever cum, Mike leaned forward to grab the back of her head firmly in his comparatively large hand. “Getting close, Hot Lips,” he voiced. “Let’s change this up a little!”
At his guidance, she pulled free of his length once more, licking the tip slowly and teasingly, even while he pulled himself to his knees. His other hand grabbed hers to place it on his shaft and he pushed the tip of his cock into her mouth. “I hope you’re thirsty, sweetheart~.”
Trixie gripped his shaft firmly, stroking up and down while she sucked hard at the tip. On either side of him, Night Glider and Fleur dropped to their knees, each reaching down to cup and stroke one of his testicles. Trixie hummed in approval while his musky, salty precum gushed directly into her mouth now, instead of simply coating her throat. Her eyes widened when she felt his cock give a particularly powerful throb in her grip. Her ears perked up to catch his low moan, signalling that he had finally been pushed over the edge.
She then realized that the director had meant it when she said that he was messy when her mouth was quickly filled up with his cum. Swallowing quickly, she barely had time to register that his release was much thicker than a stallion’s semi-watery cum before another powerful throb gave her more, her cheeks ballooning out. Finding that his hand held her in place, she moaned around her mouthful, the excess leaking out around his cock even as she worked to swallow more and more.
Even through the haze of his pleasure, Mike smiled inwardly at the looks of wide-eyed wonder on the faces of the mares at his sides. Shifting his weight side to side on his knees slowly, he once again found himself glad that the magic that had left him feeling constantly full had also seen fit to extend how long his orgasms lasted. Sensing that Trixie had gulped down as much as she could take, he pulled his cock free of her mouth, coating her muzzle with streaks of his remaining cum.
Trixie swallowed her last mouthful slowly, savoring the taste of his seed before opening her mouth in a heavy pant. Her mind dwelled on her full stomach while Fleur and Night Glider eagerly descended on her to clean her face of his release.
‘So much cum in Trixie’s belly,’ the unicorn thought. ‘How much will he end up leaving in Trixie’s Great and Powerful pussy?’
Night Glider pulled the Inattentive and Distracted Trixie into a deep open mouth kiss to gather up any baby batter left coating her mouth and tongue. At the same time, Fleur crawled over to Mike with a salacious smile on her face, giving the tip of his still rock-hard erection a long, slow lick. “Mmm~.” she moaned, savoring his taste. “What do you say we get to the best part, mon cher?”
Without even waiting for an answer, she used her magic to guide him into a sitting position and to pull off his jersey swiftly. She crawled forward to give his bare chest a soft nuzzle and gripped his cock firmly, stroking it up and down teasingly. Smiling at the groan her actions elicited, she turned around and wiggled back and forth slowly with her tail held high, letting out a soft moan when his hands groped her cutie marks. “No objections?” she said before smiling. “Good~. Don’t just sit there then. Rut me~.”
As a camera floated in between their legs, his grip slid from Fleur’s cutie marks to the bottoms of her thighs. He spread her legs wide, supporting her weight easily as he held her up. “If you insist…”
She gasped softly when she had been lifted up, but squirmed excitedly in Mike’s strong grip, her hands moving down to spread her pussy lips. As he lowered her slowly, she used her magic to grip his length firmly to guide it in, then moaned softly when his tip pressed against her slick honey pot. Her voice grew in volume as the pressure increased, until finally the head of his cock slipped in. The rest of his length followed, stretching her slick vaginal walls wide, and causing her to wriggle in his grip while she slid down slowly. She leaned back into him and reached back to wrap her arms around the back of his neck, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as he bottomed out.
His hands stroked her thighs briefly before finding their way up to her hips where they gripped her tightly. He pulled the tip of her ear into his mouth, nipping it softly and tugging briefly before “whispering” to her, “I hope you’re ready. Because you’re here until I’ve filled you to the brim.”
Experience had given Mike a good idea of just how much most mares could take when it came to sex. That and some biology lessons from an overly excitable purple princess had taught him that ponies were extraordinarily adaptable and stretchy, especially when they were in heat. He had been initially skeptical until he met a half-dragon, half-pony hybrid...along with her parents; a tough-looking blacksmith mare and her helper/husband: an intimidatingly large, but ultimately hospitable dragon that was easily one and half times as tall as Mike.
Holding her firmly in place, he immediately started to thrust into her with steady, powerful strokes, pulling his length from her until just the tip remained inside her, and thrusting back in with wet slaps when his thighs met her hips. He took enormous delight in the sensation of her walls gripping and stroking his cock. He then smiled when he noticed the other two mares watching them intently, their lips parted and envious expressions on their faces. “Watch out, hot stuff. We have a pair of lecherous voyeurs on our hands,” Mike intoned.
“Why don’t you go — Mmm!~ — Why don’t you two go get Aerial Climax’s special toy while — Ha-aa!~ — while you two wait for this stud to finish absolutely wrecking me?” gasped out Fleur, gripping the back of his head with one hand, as the other stroked and massaged her clit.
With a wide grin, Night Glider stood up swiftly, her legs somewhat shaking as she strided over to the bleachers to grab the gym bag placed there for the film. In one smooth motion, she pulled the bag from underneath the bleachers and unzipped it, digging around inside and leaving articles of clothes strewn about along the floor on her way back to Trixie. She let out a triumphant noise when she pulled a double-headed dildo from the bag, drawing the unicorn’s eyes from the lewd scene in front of her to the toy in the other mare’s grasp.
She threw the bag aside after confirming that there was nothing else relevant to her needs. Dropping to her knees with a smile, she tugged at Trixie’s top with her free hand. “Unless you want to wash them more than you already need to, your top and skirt need to come off, Hot Lips~!” Night Glider teased.
Trixie peered down briefly at the drops of cum speckled on her top, giggling softly with an affirming nod. While Night Glider pulled the unicorn’s skirt down and off, Trixie pulled her top off with a flourish, her breasts jiggling freely after doing so. The unicorn then snatched the toy from the pegasus’ grip and pushed her back onto the mat aggressively, using her magic to pin the other mare down before growling out, “And now you’re mine~!”
A floating camera near the two captured Trixie’s predatory grin before flying through the air to focus on the flat head of one end of the dildo rubbing up and down Night Glider’s soaked pussy. Another camera nearby captured the enraptured look on the pegasus’ face when the dildo was forcibly pushed deep into her sensitive depths.
Trixie crawled forward, hooking one leg under one of Night Glider’s and holding the dildo steady. She moaned softly as she teased herself with the flat head until it was thoroughly coated with her juices. She then dropped her hips and her moans intensified when the dildo slid inside her easily, grinding her hips down until hers and Night Glider’s pussy lips met. Both mares moaned out in ecstasy when they both began to grind and thrust their hips into one another, the dildo slipping and sliding in and out of each of their sensitive love tunnels. The pegasus was the first of the two to practically scream out her pleasure when her delayed orgasm finally hit like a ton of bricks, soaking not just her own thighs, but also her partner’s.
“Such a sexy slut! I bet you can’t wait to bear Large Vitality’s foal, can you?” growled Trixie, leaning forward for leverage in her thrusting and grinding. Her hands snaked around behind the pegasus’ back, stroking and massaging the bases of her wings which prompted a nearly screaming moan from the mare. Night Glider’s hand shakily found its way down to the unicorn’s throbbing clit, massaging it purposefully until she was rewarded with a shaking moan and even more musky, sweet juices coating each of their thighs. Their strong grinding and thrusting calmed to a much slower, deliberate pace for the time being.
“Hnng~! Th-they’re having fun, aren’t they, mon cher?~ I bet — A-AHN~! — I bet you can’t wait to fill them up t-t-too, right?” Fleur moaned out, grabbing Mike’s hands in her magic to pull one up to her breasts and the other to her mane. She arched her back when her hints were rewarded with a rolling pinch on one of her nipples and a firm tug on her mane. Her vaginal walls rhythmically massaged his thick cock with each hard, deep thrust, bringing them both enormous jolts of pleasure.
She squeaked and squealed in between her moans from his pinching and rolling of her sensitive nipple, dropping her hips down to meet his each time he thrust up into her. Her moans grew in volume in response to her approaching orgasm, flexing her pelvic muscles to squeeze down around his length as tightly as she could.
“Hnng~! So close! Gonna cuuuUUUUM~!” she cried out wildly.
Her moans turned to a borderline scream when she let loose a torrent of marecum all over his rod and his balls, becoming muffled when he let go of her mane to push two fingers into her mouth. She licked and sucked at his fingers wildly while his thrusts grew more and more powerful and fast-paced, keeping her in a near-constant state of orgasm.
Mike’s teeth clenched the tip of her ear once more before gently nibbling at it, his own orgasm building quickly now due to Fleur’s pussy’s persistent squeezing and massaging his penetrating length. His pace slowed down only a little when he began to pull his cock nearly all the way out, only to slam back inside her with a loud, wet slap. He saw her horn light up, briefly confusing the human before shuddering deeply when he felt her warm magic engulf his testicles to massage them gently, but firmly. That was all he needed: he let out a long, deep moan when he slammed into her one last time, his cock throbbing powerfully within her when his orgasm finally hit.
When the first, thick spurt coated her inner walls at the deepest point, Fleur gasped out in ecstasy around his fingers, squirming around weakly when the then-persistent feeling of “heat” began to subside. She gently nuzzled back into him instinctively, practically purring with contentment as his warm, thick seed quickly filled her womb to the brim with no sign of stopping. The feeling of fullness only grew more and more potent, prompting her to look down curiously. Gasping softly with surprise, she watched her normally flat, toned belly slowly expand, starting just below her navel. “Ooh~! Oh my~! So virile!” she uttered in amazement.
She whined softly when she felt him slowly pull his cock from her filled, sensitive depths. When only the head remained inside her, she held her breath with anticipation, wondering if the false estrus potion happened to emulate that part of being in heat. She shivered deeply when it finally left her with a faint, wet *pop* and splattered their combined fluids onto the mat below. Briefly, his cum drizzled down onto his shaft from her well-fucked hole. She whimpered when it only marginally lessened the appearance that she was a few months pregnant before her entrance swelled shut, stopping the flow with the evolutionary response to keep a stallion’s seed inside a mare during heat season.
Fleur offered a slightly tired smile to Night Glider and Trixie when she finally noticed that at some point during their session, they had turned their bodies in such a way to allow them both to witness Mike ravaging her. She meekly pulled herself up before crawling down in front of him on her knees, moaning softly when she felt his seed sloshing around inside her with each movement. Turning around, she leaned down to pull his slick cock into her mouth, eagerly cleaning her own honey and his cum off as she slid further and further down.
He squirmed slightly with her ministrations, as he noticed his ever increasing sensitivity due to the recovery potion. Running his hands through her mane, he waited until she finished cleaning him off, to give the other two mares a smug smirk.
“Nice and clean for one of you. Now whose turn is it?”
Night Glider clamped her hand over Trixie’s muzzle and spoke up with a giddy smile. “Me first!”
Trixie glared down at her for a moment before rolling her eyes and pulling the pegasus’ hand from her muzzle. “Fine, traitor. I can wait a little longer.”
Trixie reached between them to grip the middle of the double-headed dildo, dragging it out of the other mare teasingly then out of herself. Letting the dripping toy fall with a wet *splat*, the unicorn crawled up next to Mike with a lecherous smile. “After all, you should always save the best for last.”
Night Glider got onto her hands and knees, then crawled over to him, rolling her hips with her tail flagged high. The sultry smile on her face was nearly predatory when she watched him rise to his knees, her eyes never leaving his bobbing, throbbing pride. When she finally reached him, she pressed her lips against the tip of his length firmly, giving it a long, teasing kiss. She then licked off the droplet of pre forming there and smiled up at him with a sweet innocence that contrasted wildly with her chosen wording. “Mmm, bet you can’t wait to rail me like the whorse I am, huh, stud? Fill me up and make me a cum dumpster? Heh, sounds like fun!~”
The pegasus giggled playfully and turned around swiftly, brushing her tail against his twitching pole. Pressing her upper body down into the mat, she reached back to spread her wet slit wide, her wings twitching excitedly. “Give it to me, stud!~ I need it! Hard and fast!~” she begged.
“Well, who in their right mind would deny such a request?” chuckled Mike, gripping Night Glider’s hips firmly and lifting her up a little. He let out a low moan when Trixie’s hands briefly stroked his sensitive cock up and down before holding it steady at the base to help guide him in. Pressing the tip firmly against the pegasus’ slick entrance earned him an eager and needy moan. As he began thrusting his hips forward, he simultaneously pulled Night Glider back into himself to roughly hilt himself into her slick, tight depths, turning her moan into an open mouthed scream of arousal and pleasure.
He leaned forward, running his hands up her body slowly and teasingly. Briefly, he stroked the bases of her wings, causing her to shudder heavily and to press her hips back into him desperately. Shortly after, his hands gripped her shoulders firmly for leverage, pinning her upper body to the ground. Teasingly and slowly, he dragged his cock from her depths until just the tip remained inside of her before slamming his hips forward powerfully. Digging his knees into the mats, he pounded into her quickly and forcefully in long strokes, pulling her back onto himself each time.
One camera floated down to capture Night Glider’s fuck-drunk and enraptured face pressing down into the mat, while another floated at the best possible angle to watch his thick length spreading her love tunnel wide with each hard, fast-paced thrust. Yet another watched Fleur wrap her arms around Trixie from behind, their eyes watching the lewd scene in front of them. It then focused on the alabaster unicorn’s hand trailing down the other mare’s body to stroke and massage her clit.
With each hard, fast thrust, Mike felt his impending orgasm building much faster than the last two, silently bemoaning that particular side effect of the recovery potion. However, from the nearly screaming moans of pleasure coming from Night Glider, neither of them could complain much. His pleasure was skyrocketing while her walls were continually trying to milk his release each time he hilted into her. He moved one hand from her shoulder to her mane and tugged firmly. “Getting close!” he exclaimed. “You better be ready!”
She pushed back into him the best she could with each pounding thrust, a constant stream of marecum pooling beneath them. Leaning her head back into his pulling hand, she moaned out wildly, “Y-yes!~ I’m so ready! Cum for me! FILL ME UP!~”
Mike’s thrusts started to grow erratic with him nearing release, now pounding into her in short, but quick strokes. He hilted into her one last time when his orgasm hit hard, his cock twitching hard inside her. “Here it comes!”
“Yeeeesss!~ It’s so warm!~” Night Glider gasped out when she felt the first thick strand of his cum splatter inside her, grinding her hips back into him to him to extend his pleasure. She whined with relief, feeling her “heat” ebb while her inner depths were being filled. Placing a hand on her now-expanding belly, she massaged slowly, basking in the sensation and her afterglow. “That’s right, stud~. Try not to let any spill out!”
She wriggled slightly, shifting her weight from knee to knee to stir his load around inside and moaned with satisfaction at the feeling. Fluttering her wings when she felt no more of his seed splashing against her sensitive walls, she leaned back with a whimper as he started to pull his cock out. She gasped out loud when she felt the tip slide out of her entrance, angling her rear up to make sure none leaked out before she swelled shut. “Mmm. So full,” she groaned out in satisfaction.
“Here, let me clean you off for Hot Lips, stud,” said Night Glider before she tiredly turned herself around with a sweet smile. She pulled his dripping wet shaft into her mouth, quickly pushing down to the base and running her tongue along his length on the way. Realizing that his cock twitching the way it was meant that he was even more sensitive than before, she quickly pulled off and licked her lips slowly. “Mmm!~ Yummy! Alright, Hot Lips! All ready for you!”
Meanwhile, Trixie was squirming in Fleur’s grip since the other unicorn had decided to keep her on edge the entire time they’d been watching Mike rut Night Glider. She whimpered with desire, shivering when she heard Fleur “whispering” into her ear. “Looks like it’s your turn again!~ You’re so lucky!”
The next thing Trixie knew, she was being pulled onto her back by both Fleur’s hands and magic. She was about to protest when she noticed Mike already crawling on top of her, her legs being pulled up by his large, strong hands. She moaned out with need when she felt the tip of his still hard-cock pressing against her winking clit and lips. “Please, Large Vitality!~ Quick! Fill me up again!” she begged, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
“Sounds like a plan, Hot Lips,” he said, hooking her legs into his elbows and sliding his hands down to her hips to grip them tightly. He rubbed the tip of his extremely sensitive cock up and down her slick vulva slowly, leaving thick drops of precum mixing in with her flowing juices. Once he felt that he was lined up, he lifted her hips up and pushed his forward, biting his lip when her tight snatch squeezed down on his length.
Trixie moaned deeply as he stretched her out, arching her back and pushing her hips against his grip to try and spear herself onto his thick cock even faster. When he hilted into her and his testicles smacked lightly against her rump, her moans turned shaky while her juices gushed onto him freely, her delayed orgasm striking right then and there. She leaned in to press her face against his chest, screaming out, “AH-AAAHN~! Cumming! So good! Rut me! Give me your cum!”
Holding her hips still, Mike immediately started to fuck her as hard and as fast as his failing stamina would allow him, the recovery potion beginning to wear off now. He gritted his teeth when he felt his next orgasm approach almost immediately, trying to hold it back even while her walls tried to milk him dry.
The unicorn panted heavily into his chest, nuzzling her cheek into him and still begging him to fill her up again. Her pleasure seemed never ending, overshadowing the feeling of his seed from earlier being stirred around inside her stomach. Her enjoyment of his girth stretching her wide dueled with her appreciation of each time his testicles smacked against her ass. It simultaneously ended all too soon and not soon enough when he finally started to shoot his thick seed into her waiting womb.
Trixie closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of Mike’s cum forcibly splashing against her inner walls. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, not wanting to let go even as her belly bulged up into his. When his release slowed and finally halted, she nuzzled her cheek into his chest, loving the feeling of his seed in her womb and of his earlier load in her belly both sloshing around inside her. The unicorn flinched when his softening rod slid out of her pussy and used her magic to hold her sensitive lips shut to prevent any of their combined fluids from leaking out, letting go once she felt her entrance swell shut.
As they basked in their afterglow, a camera flew off to the side after it had captured every moment of their frantic pace. It moved in closer to focus on Trixie’s expanded stomach. That same camera then panned over to Trixie’s face, showing her expression turning to one of immense satisfaction. One other camera panned over Fleur and Night Glider both nursing their own bulges with that same look of satisfaction plain on their faces.
Suddenly, a shaky, yet still authoritative voice called out, drawing the attention of the “actors” to the director.
“C-C-Cut! AAAAH-N~!”
The director, sitting with her legs over either arm of her chair, had her pants hanging off one leg, her thong hanging off the other, a set of anal beans pulled halfway out of her puffy anus, and three fingers deep inside of her pussy, a puddle of her juices soaking into her chair. She then pulled her fingers from her dripping wet slit along with the rest of the beads with a deep moan and smiled dopily.
“I love my job.”
Author's Note
Took me long enough to get this worked out in my head and then into Google Docs.
This whole fic suffered several rewrites when I felt it wasn't progressing either fast enough, too fast, or just not at all.
As always, comments telling me whether or not there are mistakes are welcome.
Next comes...I don't know. More Samael? That sounds like fun.
