Chapter 5 – The Final Frontier

No words were needed and none were given as grunts and pants were the only sounds active around the impromptu summit. The chair was currently presided by one tip top zebra, dishing out a discourse of kisses and kerfluffing to a very captive alicorn audience. An outside observer might wonder if the roof was leaky as the fur of the two engaged parties was drenched to the core. An acceleration of the zebra's movement signaled the coming conclusion of his current speech. His hips became a blur, then at the last possible moment he pulled out and aimed his firehose onto the heated field below, showering Cadance's already messy barrel with a storm of pearls.

'In the name of Crystal Heart all-mighty, that's his sixth climax in a row! How can any mortal possibly possess such stamina!'

After a short reprieve article number 7 was tabled by the warrior cum emissary. Cadance stared into his ebony/ivory complexion, his eyes reflecting a soul perfectly in harmony with his body. His hooves brushed her sweat plastered chest, stirring a mist of musk. His aura was one of peace yet power, laid back yet in her face. His appendage was jet black, similar medial ring and flare but slightly more girth and length than Shining Armour's. She lost count the number of visits to the high heavens, any pony other than the alicorn of Love would surely have drifted into a state of blubbery babbling. Since she herself was the alicorn of Love, she still experienced fully aware the divine dance of the zebra's love making.

Roughhouse, Geranimo and Quiet Speculation were mesmerized by the mating marathon, staring blankly as if hypnotized by the smooth operation between rutter and ruttee. The two observing male specimen became hard numerous times throughout, and Quiet Speculation was all too happy to provide an oral recepticle to their renewed lusts. Zantas expertly twirled his pole while performing acrobatic flips of his tongue. He knew his way around a mare's obstacle course and tackled it differently each time with ease. This seventh time was when he decided to use his ultimate technique: an upward motion which massaged the most sensitive spot in a female's slide. He learned the hard way that mares would go delirious with delight, in some cases bucking violently and giving him a bruised hip or cheek for his troubles. So he was careful with who he used this method, but felt the current putty under his hooves could handle it. His slick stallionhood brushed against the intended target area and Cadance sucked in a wisp of air in surprise. Zantas repeated the motion, and this time Cadance openly weeped in ecstazy. He pursued his practiced prancing again and again, pushing the love goddess into a paroxysm of pleasure. Not to be outdone, Cadance decided to reciprocate the zebra's actions with her own special brand of ultimate technique: a magical multi-prong contraction at the micro level which caresses the tip of the masculine gland. She had only practiced this with Shiny until now, but every time it drove him to the edge of insanity.

Cadance's counterattack quickly pinned her partner into paralysis. All conscious thought ceased, all he could do was shudder under the amazing assault on his flaring cockhead. It was mind blowing, like a million angels had simultaneously shot him with love. His eyes drifted upwards as his soul barely clung onto this dimension. His tree root fattened in abundance. His twin warehouses piled high with virile reserves. In short order he exploded with the mother of all orgasm, hid mind sparking with sublime sensations and his hose flooding the cavern with a torrential downpour. The excess fluid geysered outside in all directions, clinging onto whatever surface that wasn't already matted in cake or cum.

The marathon runners slumped onto the table, their energies completely depleted and moaning in satisfaction. After a stretch in time Zantas finally recuperated enough to lift himself off his sparring partner.

Cadance was now a complete wreck; white frosting, crushed cherries, sticky sweat, you name it, it was stuffed in every pore of her body. Quiet Speculation quietly approched the scene. “You know your highness how it's always best to save the best for last.” Cadance groaned, not sure if she could handle any more stimuli.

Luckily vigorous workout was not Quiet Speculation's preferred manner of sexual expression. She simply laid her barrel over Cadance's, slid against it in small intervals back and forth, giving something between a therapeutic massage and a spirited cuddling session. The nipple on nipple frotting was the most erotic part of it, that is until Quiet Speculation brought her lips upon Cadance's and planted a kiss with frosting from the multiple loads of cum courtesy of Roughhouse and Geranimo. Cadance was simultaneously disgusted and aroused, she only briefly experimented with mares in her teenage years and here she was engaged in the most intimate of multi-partner fluid exchange. Quiet Speculation's tongue timidly knocked on her buccal door, Cadance granted it entrance, the taste sperm and saliva landing on her fleshy sofa. The cooldown coupling continued with gentle nibbling and soft brushing of chests.

As amazing as that explosision of alicorn magic was, the haze of lust had gradually dispersed and was finally fully free from everyponies' mind. Quiet Speculation gasped and jumped off of Cadance, her cheeks burning red. Roughhouse shook his head, wondering if his memories of the past hour were to be believed. Geranimo exclaimed half to the others, half to himself “What on earth was all that? I felt like I was watching myself in a dream, yet everything was so real.” Zantas' words of wisdom were: “Mare in heat. How can I resist? Dived in deep.”

Cadance languished in a tittynope of remorse, but also giddily plotted grilling her hoofmaiden on the recipe of that potion.

Author's Note

Wise words indeed my zebra friend