Author's Note

Ask and you shall receive! I'm really glad you all enjoyed this story; like I said in the first chapter, it was my first attempt at writing clop, and I am astounded and touched by the overwhelmingly positive response it has received. So, without further ado, here is the much-requested continuation of the sexy shenanigans of Anon and his three receptionist "friends"

Side note: sorry if this isn't as good as the first chapter; I was only semi-conscious while writing he second half.

BONUS: About Last Week...

After your... "experience" with Raven, Grace, and Peachy that fateful Friday night, work became incredibly awkward. Every day, like clockwork, you'd walk into the lobby of the castle to see Raven sitting at her desk, sorting through a stack of invoices. She'd glance up to see if it was a citizen hoping to file a complaint or request, but would immediately turn beet-red upon seeing that it was you (did she really forget what time your shift started?), and she would forcibly return to her organizing. Not wanting to embarrass her, you'd simply head to the locker room, put on your janitor's uniform, and begin your daily rounds of cleaning up Canterlot Castle. After several days of this, however, Friday came around again, and you decided it was time to break the silence.

You had this particular Friday off, so you entered the lobby dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt displaying the logo of your favorite band. Raven went through her usual motions of being impossibly embarrassed by your presence. It's completely justified this time, though, since you weren't supposed to be here today. You lean against the desk as she furiously stacked and sorted through her files. "Hey," you say nonchalantly.

She flinches at your words but continues her task, perhaps a bit faster now. You glance around, frowning at being ignored. "Uh... I like what you did with your hair today," you say kindly. This wasn't just a made-up compliment to try and regain her trust; her mane was tied up in its usual bun like it always was, nothing out of the ordinary, but ever since last week it was like you were seeing her through new eyes.
She glances up at you uncertainly for a moment. "Thanks," she replies softly, and continues filing.

You utter a heavy sigh. "I... Uh, I think we should talk," you begin nervously. "About last week."
Raven glances back at you. "There isn't anything that needs to be talked about," she says meekly. "We're co-workers who had too much to drink, did some things we weren't entirely sure of, and you just want to move on like nothing happened."
These words hurt you a bit. "Raven..." You swallow hard. "That's not at all how I feel, and I know you don't feel that way, either." Raven gives you a surprised glance as you go on: "Yeah, we were drunk; we would not have done what we did without the drinks, you've got me there. That doesn't mean it didn't mean anything to me; everything I said, everything I did... It was me; it was how I truly felt deep down inside, just without my normal inhibition that keeps me from fucking the shit out of a girl i like on the first date." You offer a nervous smile as you say this, hoping the last part didn't kill the romance.

Raven is blushing again, but it's no longer the intense blush of a girl who saw the guy she slept with last week; now it's the much more subtle blush of a schoolgirl who was just asked to homecoming by the quiet, shy kid in class. "Do you really mean that?" She asks hopefully.
You smile sheepishly. "Of course I mean it," you reply fondly. "I can honestly say, with no amount of uncertainty, that I'm in love with you, and I would love to take you out to dinner tonight."
Raven is smiling now. "I would love to, Anon, but it's Friday; it's girl's night, and Peachy and Grace won't let me live it down if I skip out on them."
You shrug. "Well... I had a lot of fun last week, so maybe I could tag along again?"

Raven puts on a fake upset face. "Are you just trying to get in another three-way with my friends?" She inquires teasingly.
You smirk. "Hey, that three-way led to me going all the way with you; if it goes down that same road, then I'm game," you reply eagerly.
She looks around to make sure the two of you are alone, before leaning forward and narrowing her eyes seductively; an expression that makes your shaft shift a bit in the cloth folds your briefs. "Well, last week I was holding back, since I wasn't sure about getting drunk with one of my co-workers; how about tonight, I go all-out like Peachy and Grace did last time?"

Boner capacity now at fifty percent.

"Yeah?" You reply, trying to maintain some level of coolness despite the fact that the new direction this conversation has taken is giving you that nervous rush like the first time you saw tits in a movie. "What do you have in store?"
Raven is smirking smugly now. "That's for me to know, and you to find out for yourself," she replies in a tone as silky as the panties you are currently picturing her wearing while she's sprawled across your bed, covered in a light dash of rose petals while she drinks champagne from an elegantly-shaped glass...

Boner reaching critical mass. Recommended course of action: abandon current conversation, and regroup at home for emergency jack-off.

"Y-yeah, that sounds great," you reply nervously. "Well, I have to go home... I left the oven running. I mean, I'm preheating the tap. I mean... Ah, fuck it. I'll see you tonight," you stammer, and you rush out of the lobby without another word, taking a few mishaped steps to adjust your dick without sticking your hands in your pants.

Later that night, at about quarter to seven, you sat in your favorite chair with a content smile. You had relieved the pressure in your loins hours ago, but your hand still reeked of the shameful musk of jizz and lotion. You would have washed it off earlier, but then a multi-part Equestrian documentary about memes came on (ponies didn't appreciate human internet humor the same way humans did), and you didn't want to miss a second of it.

"Alright, I should have plenty of time to get ready," you say cheerfully as the credits roll, and you glance over at your wall clock to see that you do not, in fact, have plenty of time to get ready. "Well, shit," you mutter, leaping to your feet and rushing to the bathroom for a power shower. You quickly go through washing the key areas: armpits, asshole, teeth and crotch. You once heard a man suggest using the same brush for all for places, and assumed he was some kind of nutjob.

After you are sufficiently washed, you hurriedly throw on a fresh shirt as the doorbell rings. You dash out of the bathroom and through the living room, unlatching the lock and opening the door to see Raven standing just outside. She was dressed in a short, black skirt, and her mane is untied, free to fall about her shoulders. She also isn't wearing her glasses; instead, her eyes are lined with black mascara, tracing around the edges and ending in graceful, curly wings. "Hey, Raven," you say, taken aback by her beauty.

Raven smiles, a slight blush on her face from your obvious awe. "Hello, Anon," she replies. "I thought I'd take a little extra care to make tonight special. Are you ready to go?"
You nod quickly. "Yup!" You reply, but you suddenly notice your legs feel oddly cold. You look down to see you aren't wearing any pants yet. "Nope!" You correct yourself, and quickly fetch a pair of khakis. "Okay, now we can go," you say after you are finally fully dressed.
Raven chuckles as you close and lock the door behind you. "Grace and Peachy seemed pretty excited that you were coming along again tonight," she says nonchalantly. "It's too bad I'm going to be hogging you for most of the evening."

You put on a dopey grin as the two of you venture down the sidewalk. "Oh? What if the two of them steal me away before you have a chance to put your moves on me?" You reply teasingly.
Raven raises an eyebrow. "What, you don't think I'm putting the moves on you already?" She inquires, swishing her tail slightly to expose more of her ass; not enough to leave nothing to the imagination, but just enough to make you wish you could grab those curvaceous thighs.

Later, Anon, you tell yourself, the night is still young.

"Anonymous, Raven, you made it!" Peachy Plume calls as you enter Dionysus's Paradise. "That was some fun we had last week, huh? Let's see if we can try and top it tonight!" She turned to the bartender, the same stallion who had been there the previous Friday. "We'll have some of the 'Static Moonlight' again," she requests politely.
The unicorn nods and smirks, fetching a bottle of vodka from the shelf. "You enjoy yourselves, now," he says smoothly before departing to tend to the other patrons.

"Ooh, Raven, you're looking very sexy tonight," Grace compliments as the two of you draw near. "And Anon, looking handsome as always."
Raven beams. "I just thought I'd go the extra mile tonight," she explains. "I had a feeling tonight would be extra special."
Grace gives you a sly grin. "As special as last week? I dunno, that might be hard to top," she replies with a giggle. "How has work been for you two? It must be wonderful being so close to your special somepony while you're on the clock."
You shrug. "It's been a little awkward," you admit slowly, "but I think we're past that now."

Raven wraps you in a warm hug. "He's such a sweetheart," she says fondly, and gives you a peck on the cheek.
Peachy motions for the three of you to join her at a table as she pours a round of shots. "Well, we'll try not to take too much of his eagerness tonight," she says sweetly. "No promises, though!" She yelps quickly, and drinks from her glass. You, Raven, and Grace quickly follow suit, and in three seconds you're all ready for refills.

After slamming a second shot, you suddenly get an idea. "Wait here a sec," you tell the mares, and dash out onto the dance floor. After a quick sweep, you see the DJ standing behind a booth, bobbing his head appreciatively as the beat sends tremors through your bones. "Hey!" You greet him as you approach, "mind if I make a request?"
The DJ nods quickly. "Yeah, man, ask away! What's your fancy?" He replies eagerly.
You struggle to recall the name and artist of a particularly flashy song. "Uh... I don't know how much Human music you've got on queue... Would you happen to have 'Moves Like Jagger' by Maroon 5?" You ask hopefully.

The DJ grins. "Ah, that's a great one! I've got you covered, pal!" He pressed a few buttons on the console, and gives you an affirmative nod. "She's all set to play after this track. Enjoy your night!" He calls as you retreat through the club back to your table.

"What was that all about?" Raven asks when you return.
You give the mare a clever wink as you down another shot. "Just getting ready for my turn to put on some moves of my own," you reply smugly. "Anyways; Grace, Peachy, how have you two been?"
Peachy lets out an exhausted sigh. "Sweet Celestia, don't get me started," she replies. "This week has been hectic beyond all reason at the hospital; was I not told of a national holiday where ponies go out of there way to get the most ridiculous injuries as possible? There was a pegasus mare who got her head stuck between some fenceposts, and she uprooted a small section and dragged it all the way to the lobby!"

Grace snorts. "I had a trio of stallions fighting over which one of them got to present the dress idea they had worked together on, and they ended up ripping it into three," she stated. "Afterwards, they tried selling it off as a new fashion statement; because every mare wants to wear a three-piece dress that doesn't properly fasten where it's supposed to."

Raven's eyes light up. "I caught Princess Luna gorging herself on cake the other day," she explains with a laugh. "When she saw me looking, she just froze and quietly said 'Don't tell Tia'!"
You laugh at the mental image of the lunar princess with her face buried in a chocolate cake. "The paragon of beauty and grace," you quip as Peachy holds up a lemon, an eager look on her face. "Not tonight, Peachy," you say with a chuckle. "Or, at least, not right now; any more drinks for me, and my special plan won't work!"

The mares look like they're about to ask what you're talking about, when the intro to your song begins to fade in on the speakers. "Ah, here we go," you say with a grin as you trek out onto the dance floor. "Watch and learn, ladies," you say, beginning to bob your hips to the rhythm. As the singer begins the first verse, and you snap your fingers as you quickly step from side to side, sliding the sole of your back foot across the floor. Some of the other club patrons start to join in, both a few humans who recognize the song and several ponies who enjoy a catchy tune. You give the three mares back at your table a smooth look as they watch with eager expressions. You stride with the beat over to Raven and hold out a hand.

"Care to join me?" You ask gently.
Raven smirks, a small blush reddening her cheeks. "Of course," she replies, and places her hoof in your open palm. You grasp it and sweep her out onto the dance floor, eliciting a surprised squeak from the unicorn. "Hey, let me get used to walking on my hind legs first!" She laughs. You gently hold her forehooves as she steps back and forth to the song, getting a feel to the rhythm and testing her balance on only two legs. "Alright, let's see what you've got," she says finally, a smidge of challenge in her voice.

You give her a slight twirl before guiding her to the center of the dance floor, two steps forward, one back, and repeat. "Well, you've got the basics, but your 'moves' are a little basic," Raven says with a giggle.
You smirk cleverly as the beat starts to pick up. "And it goes like this," you murmur in time with the song, and you pull Raven into a deep dip. She lets out a yelp as you quickly pull her up, taking a brief moment to gaze longingly into her eyes. You shuffle your feet around as you guide Raven around he dance floor, twirling and dipping until the beat calms down for a bit.

"A little warning would have been nice," She says with a laugh as you get back into a more comfortable two-step pattern.
You shrug nonchalantly. "I could say that about last week," you reply, a joking smile on your lips.
The unicorn laughs. "Well, keep this up and we will definitely see the night taking a similar path again," she replies in a silky tone.

You feel a hoof tap your shoulder, and you turn to see Grace standing behind you. "Mind if I cut in, handsome?" She asks hopefully, flicking her head to push her blonde mane out of her face.
You give Raven a questioning look, who smirks at her friend as the beat begins to pick up again. "Try to keep up, Grace," she warns before twirling from your grasp, and Grace quickly fills the empty space in your arms.

"So, we just step back and forth?" She inquires. "I don't see what she was so worked up about."
You waggle your eyebrows teasing!y. "And it goes like this," you say again, and you bring Grace through the motions as the chorus blasts through the speakers. Her eyes are wide and confused as you spin and dip around the dance floor, and when you finally stop she separates and staggers away dizzily.

Peachy Keen trots over and offers her hooves. "She was a little too eager on her shots," she explains as you begin to step with your new partner. "I'll warn you, I've danced with humans before; you might have more trouble keeping up with me than you did with Raven and Grace," she says challengingly.
You give her an amused look. "Is that so?" You inquire.
She winks at you cleverly. "And it goes like this," she sings, suddenly dipping you and giving you a quick peck on the nose. Before you can react, she suddenly lifts you up and spins you around. "I warned you!" She calls, suddenly diving between your legs and turning you around.

Time to take control, you think decisively as you pull Peachy into a dip, bring your lips in close, but just before you can make contact you pull away and bring her back up. In her confusion, you quickly lift and toss her into the air, catching her bridal-carry style and placing her back on the ground. Now with your hands empty, you quickly spin around with a flourish and hold out your arms victoriously as the song comes to a close, and the ponies in the vicinity who were watching your moves cheer and whistle appreciatively.

"That was so fun!" Grace says loopily as you all return to your table. "We need to do that every Friday!"
You lean back in your chair with your hands behind your head, doing your best to catch your breath. "I think I could do that once a week, yeah," you laugh.
Peachy clears her throat. "Girls, it's getting rather late, but I don't think we're quite drunk enough for a repeat of last week," she points out. "We should take a little something to go and reconvene at somepony's house. If that's alright with Raven, that is," she adds hopefully.

Raven rolls her eyes and smiles. "What, you think I'd bring Anon along for girls night to get wasted, and then keep him all to myself? What kind of friend do you think I am?" Saying this, she pours another shot for you, Peachy, and herself. "One more for the road," she says before slamming it, and you and Peachy quickly follow suit.
"Hey, what about me?" Grace demands, sounding hurt and drunk. Mostly drunk.

Peachy pats Grace on the head gently. "You're drunk enough already, hon," she replies. "Let the rest of us catch up!"
You stretch out your arms and sigh. "So, who's house is it tonight?" You inquire.

The mares look amongst themselves knowingly. "Well, Raven here tells us that you live closest than any of us," Peachy explains. "I can forgive you for not saying anything last week since it was your first night out with us, but you've gotta be the host tonight."

You are about to argue, but Raven puts a gentle hoof over your lips to silence you and gives you the most intense bedroom eyes you've ever seen outside of porn. "Hey, just think about what you're getting in return for letting them spend the night," she points out seductively.

You digest this; on one hand, you're stuck with three mares crowding your man cave for the night, but on the other hand you get to have sex with them, most likely all at once, and one of them is practically your girlfriend, and she's totally cool with it.

Worth it?

Worth it.

After several minutes of trying to drunkenly unlock your door, you and your three companions stumbled into your apartment. The three mares, to your surprise, didn't tackle you in a ravenous tornado of lust like last time; this time, they took a moment to inspect your living space. "Wow, nice TV, Anon!" Grace cries excitedly. "We've gotta watch the Equestria Games on this thing sometime!"
You hear a rustling sound, and turn to see Peachy Keen peering curiously into your wastebin. "Oh, Anon, do you have a cold?" She inquires worriedly. "There's an awful lot of tissues in here..." She trails off, and bursts out laughing when she sees the look on your face. "I'm kidding, hon; stallions like to pleasure themselves, too; tell me, do you think about what we did last Friday when you do it?"

The three mares eye you seductively as you swallow hard. "Uh, is that okay?" You ask nervously. "I dunno if girls like the idea of a guy thinking about him while he chokes his chicken."
Raven trots up to you and gives you a playful shove, which sends you staggering backward onto the couch. "Anonymous, we've already had sex; touching yourself while thinking about it is no crime. Although, I must admit I'm a little hurt," she adds as she sits on your lap, wrapping her hind legs around your torso and placing her front hooves on your shoulders. "I mean, just look at all the tissues in that trash can... I'm assuming you use one or two each time? That's a lot of cum that we would have gladly taken."

Mother of god, this mare knew exactly how to drive you crazy. You lean forward to kiss her, but she quickly jumps off, winking an eye as she sticks out her tongue. "Why don't we go to the bedroom instead of making out on the sofa like a bunch of teenagers?" She suggests, which makes Peachy's and Grace's eyes light up. You nod and lead them to your bedroom, where they waste no time in jumping onto your bed and striking erotic poses; Peachy is lying on her stomach with her ass pointed to you as she grins over her shoulder; Grace is lying on her back, legs wide open as she spreads her marehood with her hooves; but Raven's pose of choice is what really gets you going. Sure, she may not be wearing lace, but she's lying on her side in a position nearly identical to the one you fantasized about earlier that day, giving you a sexy smolder.

"This is, hands down, the best night of my entire fucking life," you mumble as you hurriedly pull down your pants and take off your shirt. "Who wants dibs?!"
They all look equally excited, but you already have a plan worked out: you're saving the best, Raven, for last (which is kind of a given), and something about Grace's drunken sluttiness is almost unbearable to watch; she'll go first. Peachy lies somewhere in the middle, so you decide to fuck her second.

Beginning Operation: Triple Tap, Phase One.

You climb on top of the bed and kneel in front of Grace, taking aim at her glorious pussy. "Uh, Raven, quick question," she asks with a giggle, "how does it feel?"
Raven page her on the head gently. "Like a dream," she coos. "Since there's no flare, it just glides in and out of you, smoother than silk. You'll love it, trust me."
Grace smiles, obviously liking the sound of that. "Bring on the dick, Anon!" She commands eagerly, and let's out an "Eep!" As you thrust forward. "Ooh, yeah, that's the stuff... Keep her coming!" She moans as you work up a decent rhythm. You hear a delicious, wet smack every time you push in, and you pull out to your tip as her clitoris winks, as if she's scrambling to pull you back inside. "Mmm... I can't believe I've never thought to let a guy fuck me on my back," she says thoughtfully. "This is sooo much better..."

You feel a swell of pride in knowing that she's enjoying this, but the fact that she can hold a decent conversation tells you that you could be doing better. You pick up the pace, sacrificing pull-out distance for thrusting speed as your hips smack against her like a piston in a car engine. She's moaning continuously now, and you crack a grin at your handiwork.

"Oh, Anon," Peachy says, "are you going to leave the rest of us hanging while you focus on Grace?" You glance over and see her eyeing you expectantly
What do I do? you wonder frantically, I need my hands to hold Grace still... the mare you are currently balls-deep inside must have seen the confusion in your eyes, as she chuckles playfully. "I gotcha, stud; this isn't my first four-way," she says reassuringly, an utterance that makes you raise an eyebrow. She presses her forehooves onto the bed's surface to anchor herself down as Peachy and Raven shimmy closer to her. "Alright, let's see if those fingers have any magic to them, huh?" She challenges.

Oh, you'll show them magic fingers, alright.

You hold both of your arms out to the side and begin to gently rub the two mares lying on either side of Grace. You feel Raven shiver with pleasure at your touch, and Peachy let's out a low moan. "Oh, that's lovely," she says under her breath as you trace her pussy lips with the tips of your fingers. "Don't be shy, Anon; we're already drunk and horny, so there's no need for foreplay!"
You frown slightly. Just trying to enjoy the moment, you think sourly, and you quickly plunge your index finger inside Peachy up to the knuckle, who's eyes widen as she lets out a squeak. You're much more gentle with Raven, though; you don't know how you're pulling off two completely different actions with each hand, but you manage to gently ease your way inside her, putting pressure on her winking clit as you continue to finger-bang Peachy and regular-bang Grace. You retract your hand from Peachy, who gives you a groan of protest, but you just grin teasingly as you hungrily lap up her juices from your fingertips. "Almost forgot what you tasted like," you say thoughtfully, before sticking your forefinger and index finger in your mouth to give them a quick coating of saliva. Then, without warning, you stick the freshly-lubricated falanges inside the waiting pony, who squeals with delight.

Next, you look over at Raven and stop pleasuring her for a moment, which causes her to give you a questioning look. "I didn't even get a chance to taste you last week," you point out, retracting your hand and licking what can only be described as the nectar of the gods. "Holy fuck, I need to take a break," you say suddenly as your orgasm begins to peak. You quickly pull out of Grace and sit down at the edge of the bed, your eyes screwed shut as you concentrate on not cumming.

Heh, edging on the edge, you quip to yourself as the powerful feeling slowly fades away. Grace stands up and stretches her legs while you recover.
"You can move on to Peachy next," she says kindly, patting you on the shoulder. "Don't feel bad; you didn't make me cum, but I don't think any stallion or human can anymore," she explains.

After you've barely had time to recover, Peachy trots over and climbs into your lap, your feet still on the floor. "Sit back, hon; you did a good job with Grace, and I think you deserve a little break," she says warmly, pressing a hoof against your chest until your back is flat on he matress. Then, taking aim with her hips, she sits on your cock with sniper-like precision. Your eyes dialate at the sensation, but you still manage to conserve a few brain cells to make some observations; Peachy's marehood was plumper than Grace's, but still tighter. You could already guess from her remarks that the blonde mare got around pretty often, but her pussy wasn't so loose that fucking her wasn't pleasurable. However, Peachy's pillow-like lips felt like a gentle hug around your shaft, like you were fucking a marshmallow.

Or, rather, like a marshmallow was fucking you, as you no longer had a whole lot of say in how things played out anymore. Not that you could complain, as you glance down at your dick to see Peachy bouncing away on top of you, her luscious thighs slapping against your pelvis with each bounce. "Ride 'em, cowgirl," you say breathlessly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you every time she took your entire length.
Peachy smiles at you warmly, and the glances up at Raven. "You get in on this, too; he's your boyfriend, after all. No reason for me to hog all the fun!"

Raven slowly makes her way over to you and brings her face close to yours. "Are you having fun?" She asks with a giggle.
You nod slowly. "No offense to Peachy, but I can't wait for your turn," you say smoothly.
Raven blushes warmly and presses her lips against yours. Her tongue drunkenly presses against your own, and you caress her head in your hands as you make out. "Another remark like that and you just might earn yourself an even sweeter kiss," she says, motioning downward with her eyes.
You smile lovingly at Raven, reaching out a hand to push a lock of her hair out from in front of her face. "You have the most beautiful eyes," you whisper, staring fondly at her amber irises.

Raven smiles back. "That's the ticket," she says, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead before standing over your face. She begins to lower herself onto you slowly, which in reality only took a few moments, but the sensations make it feel like an eternity; you can smell her mouth-watering heat, and you try to stretch your lips to latch onto her like a dehydrated desert explorer desperately trying to suckle an out-of-reach canteen. When she finally makes contact, you suddenly find yourself floating through the stars, zipping by planets and galaxies as you hungrily devour Raven's pussy. You're so focused on Raven's taste that you almost don't even feel Peachy bouncing up and down on your cock anymore. That little bit of sensation left over is all you need, though, because you can feel your orgasm rearing its head once again. You quickly give Peachy's thigh a quick double-smack, and she quickly dismounts as you focus on recovering as quickly as possible as you continue to eat out your marefriend.

After about a minute, you decide the time had finally come; you gently push Raven off of your face, and she lies on her back as you hover over her. "Ready?" You ask sweetly.
Raven nods eagerly. "Come on, fuck me till I sprout wings," she growls playfully.

You place your arms behind her back and push inside of her, the analytical side of your brain taking notes; Raven was, by far, the tightest of the three mares, no contest. Her lips gripped your length firmly, and you could almost feel them stretching a bit each time you pulled back. It was a good thing you had just edged yourself and had warmed up with both Peachy's and Grace's pussies, because otherwise you weren't sure you'd be able to go more than ten thrusts inside Raven before busting both your nuts.

Speaking of busting nuts, you should probably ask where she wants you to finish. "Uh, Raven, where do you-" she interrupts you by pulling your face down for another sloppy kiss. "Inside me, you big idiot!" She cries excitedly. "No, wait, I have an idea!" She interjects, and pushes you out of her with her hind legs. "Now it's my turn to taste you," she says, batting her eyes as she gives your mushroom tip a kiss. She traces around it with her tongue, all the while maintaining half-lidded eye contact, before plunging your full shaft balls-deep inside her mouth. That's the great thing about ponies; they can give full-length blowjobs without having to risk choking.

Raven is bobbing her head up and down now, her lips gliding across he skin of your cock while her tongue slathered around it wildly like there was a rave in her mouth. "Oh, sweet Jesus, Raven, I'm gonna... FUUUUUUCK!" You cry out, pressing a hand on the back of her head as you finally let your pent-up seed shoot into her mouth. You wince as the intense pleasure rocks you to your core until your spurting climax ends, leaving you hurting and puffing as the three mares stand over you.

"Holy... Shit..." You moan, causing all three of them to giggle. "Man, now I feel bad; I'm the only one who came tonight," you say sorrowfully. "Sorry, girls."
Peachy rolls her eyes. "Please, do you have any idea how many time Grace and I have been left unfinished? Besides, this was fun!"
Grace nods enthusiastically. "Yeah, and we can always do this again next Friday! Even sooner, if you and Raven want," she says, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

You look at Raven, who shrugs nonchalantly. "Honestly, I think I'd rather have her to myself over the week," you reply slowly. "I'm always up for our Friday-night sessions, though. Hey, I have a pretty lame request," you add hopefully.

The three mares stare inquisitively as you hold out your arms. "Could we cuddle?"

Raven, Grace, and Peachy look at each other, then back at you, before simultaneously tackling you with a three-pronged "squee" and nestling up against you. The warmth of the three mares coupled with your own exhaustion is enough to knock you out right then and there.