Hot Night Out

by Arkanus

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Romance, Sex, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Human, Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person
Length: 10525

Being a janitor isn't the best job in Equestria, but it can come with some great perks, like four-ways with cute receptionists.

When you first moved to Equestria, you knew that you would start out pretty low on the corporate ladder, but you never would have guessed that you'd be a janitor at Castle Canterlot. It isn't all that bad, though; the ponies are fairly tidy, which makes your job surprisingly easy, and you are left spending most of your unsupervised time goofing off or chatting with Raven Inkwell, Princess Celestia's receptionist and personal assistant.

One evening, when you're both getting ready to head home, Raven asks if you would like to join her and some friends for a drink at a nearby bar, and you accept without considering the possibility that the evening might end with you lying naked in a room with three mares.

Is that really a bad thing, though?

Inspired by the adorable and sexy cover photo by Shinodage. (Source is very NSFW, so I can't link to it)

Contains: drinking, body shots, a bit of lesbian goodness, some confessions of love, and glorious clop!

Featured 11/9/16!

Published 2016-11-09 03:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-02-14 08:56:10 UTC

Hot Night Out

Author's Note

Alright, this is my first attempt at writing clop ever, so sorry in advance if it isn't that great :rainbowlaugh:

Hot Night Out

"Shit, shit, shit!"

You dash out of your Canterlot apartment and sprint down the street at top speed, bobbing and weaving past any pony that crossed your path as you frantically race toward your workplace. You were rarely late for work, which was a good track record to have when you served the mightiest beings in the land; for you, Anon, had the honor of serving the noble Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, working within the shining spires and historic halls of Canterlot Castle.

Sure, you were technically just a human janitor working for a couple of horses, but the way you often described it in your head made it sound more important. Now that you thought of it, you had never actually gotten to see either of the celestial sisters in person; after all, they were far too busy with their royal duties to socialize with a lowly alien like yourself.

Regardless of the social separation from many of your new peers and supervisors, you enjoyed your new job. Sure, it didn't pay very well, and you didn't go around bragging that you swept and mopped hallways to make a living, and maybe it wasn't what you told your friends and family back home it's what you thought you'd be doing when you arrived (a bachelor's degree in computer science meant dick to these horses), but at least the pay rate was enough to cover your expenses, the work load was more than manageable, the bathrooms gave you a safe place to whack it on your breaks, and you had made a pretty great friend during your time working here.

Even if she did freak out when things got slightly out of hand; just another reason you tried your best to be punctual.

As you stealthily creep into the main foyer of the castle, you silently pray that you could make it to your locker, put on your work uniform, and at least pretend you had been there the whole time.

"Anonymous!" A sharp voice snaps from behind you.

Fuck. Even in a world where magic is a common occurrence, wishes don't come true. You turn around and grin sheepishly at Raven Inkwell, Celestia's assistant, Castle Canterlot receptionist, your supervisor, and your only friend here in Equestria. "Hey, Raven," you say with way-too-forced nonchalance, "what's up?"
The white unicorn narrows her eyes as she telekinetically adjusts her glasses. "'What's up' is that you're nearly a half an hour late for work, while the stallions' bathroom is out of paper towel, and the hoof-dryer in the mares' room is acting up again!"

You grimace; you just fixed that dryer yesterday! "Shit, Raven, I'm-"
"Language."
"Fuck, sorry," you apologize, and suddenly realize what you said. "Shit, fuck, sorry," you say quickly, and slap your forehead in defeat. "I am sorry," you say clearly, practically forcing yourself to hold back any more curse words. "I've been having trouble sleeping lately, and on top of that I forgot to set an alarm... Today has just been a shit-show," you explain defeatedly. "God dammit, I'm sorry!" You add almost instantly.

Raven nods slightly. "Well, be sure you put those items on your to-do list as soon as you punch in," she commanded, and her expression softened a bit. "And I'm sorry I have to be so harsh; being your friend makes it hard to be your supervisor, you know?" She gives you a small smile and whispers, "It fucking sucks!"
You give the mare a smile. "Well, whose idea was it for us to get to know each other better in the first place?" You tease as you head for the locker room.
Raven trots behind you, an embarrassed scowl on her muzzle. "Hey, who else can I talk to around here?" She demanded defensively, "the Princesses don't have much time to socialize, and the maids and butlers around here are too stuffy to have fun and interesting conversations with. You're actually... you know, cool."

You give the mare a friendly grin. "I think you're pretty cool too, Raven," you reply thankfully. "Any chance we could forget about the tardiness issue?"
Raven smirks and shakes her head. "You were late, and I can't just let that go unnoticed by the Princess," she explained. "However, I could tell her you were only 15 minutes late, if you can get an ample amount of work done before your lunch break," she adds cleverly.

You give her a dutiful salute. "You've got it, boss!" You reply thankfully, and march off to the locker room. Your jumpsuit and name tag are waiting for you on their usual hooks, and you smile hopefully and whistle a cheerful tune as you wheel your cart out into the halls.

When your shift ended, you punched out with a contented sigh; nothing like a hard day's work to make you feel accomplished. It was strange that doing your job filled you with so much satisfaction, while you often debated at home whether or not it would be worth the effort to get up and change the channel when the show you were watching ended.

Then again, maybe the fact that you actually got paid to clean was the reason for your eagerness.

"Anonymous!" Raven's voice calls your name as you prepare to head home for the evening. Princess Luna had already raised the moon, which meant you were already running late for the Maredevil marathon you had been anxiously awaiting all day. You turn to see Raven galloping up to you, a nervous smile on her face. "I was wondering... You have tomorrow off, right?" She asked hopefully.
You nod. "Yup. I've got the whole weekend off, actually," you say happily. "Two whole days to myself to watch TV and laze around... It's gonna be awesome!"

"Well, I've asked Princess Celestia if I could use one of my vacation days tomorrow, so I was planning on going out with a couple of friends for some fun tonight. Would you like to join?" Her question makes the gears in your head start grinding at an elevated rate. On one hand, you were really looking forward to that marathon, but on the other, you were interested in an excuse to go out and actually socialize for once instead of passing out on the couch with your fingers covered in Cheeto dust.

Eh, I can always marathon it on Netflix when I'm in the mood, you eventually decide. "Yeah, I'd be up for that," you say nonchalantly. "Will your friends mind me coming along?"
Raven shrugs. "They might be a little awkward at first, but I'm sure they'll like you; after all, if you're good in my book, I'm sure they'll accept you!" She adds happily. "Come on, we can head right down!" She motions you to follow her away from the castle, onto the streets of the city itself, and eventually to a rather lively nightclub called "Dionysus' Paradise". You raise an eyebrow as you and Raven approach the front door. "This isn't the kind of place I thought we'd be going," you say slowly.
Raven gives you a worried look. "Oh, I'm sorry, Anon," she apologizes. "I just assumed you were the kind of person who'd want to unwind on a Friday night with a drink, but I should have asked first..."

You frown at her disappointment. "No, not at all," you reassure her. "I'm totally cool with it, I just would have liked a bit of forewarning, you know? When you said you'd be going out to have fun with some friends, I assumed you meant 'dinner party' or 'mall shopping' or something," you explain with a nervous smile.
The mare rolls her eyes and smirks. "Men," she sighed, her tone equal parts exasperated and teasing. "No, we come here every Friday night to complain about work, gossip about current events, and hit on the stallions."
You chuckle. "Well, that does sound pretty fun," you admit. "It's been a while since I've gone out for a drink, actually; there aren't a whole lot of humans living in Equestria just yet, and most ponies are still a little xenophobic towards me, so I don't hang out with anyone very often."
Raven gives you a mischievous smile. "Oh, trust me, you'll have a great enough time tonight to make up for all the Fridays you've spent indoors," she says as you approach the front door. "A night with me and my friends is always a great time!"

In the front hallway, which has an overall black theme with pink accents, there's a muscular stallion guarding the main entrance with a neutral expression on his face, but he frowns when you approach. "Gonna need some ID, Earthling," he says flatly. "I haven't quite learned how to judge age on you folks yet, so I'll need some proof that you're at least 21." You pull out your wallet and show him your Equestrian work visa, which handily states that you are of sufficient age to party. He nods as you put your wallet back into your pocket and steps aside. "Apologies for the holdup, sir," he says politely as you pass and enter the main lobby of the club.

The first thing that hits you is the music. Loud, electronic beats pulse through the air and shake the walls as you and Raven make your way toward the bar. "I'm gonna admit, I never thought you were the kind of girl who'd appreciate a place like this," you yell over the background noise.
Raven laughs. "That's because I work as a secretary for a princess," she points out. "Everyone assumes I'm just a stuffy bookworm who just follows Celestia wherever she goes and writes down every time she scratches her rump or picks her nose."
You snort. "She really does things like that?" You laugh, "I thought she was all regal and majestic."
The unicorn giggles. "Only when she's in the public eye," she explains. "If you think that's bad, you should see her when she first wakes up in the morning. Let me tell you one thing: there's a reason the castle has five hairdressers under employment.

"Oh, there they are!" Raven cries suddenly, waving a forehoof at a pair of mares at the bar, who also wave back at her ecstatically.
"Raven!" One of them, a glasses-wearing Earth Pony with lavender fur and a blonde mane calls happily as you both draw near. "Glad you could finally make it," she teases as the two exchange a hoof bump, and then looks at you. "Oh, I know who this is," she says cleverly as she sizes you up.
The other friend, a pink earth mare with an orange mane, gives Raven a teasing nudge. "I see you brought your office lover along for our weekly night of raising Tartarus," she says smugly. "You might wanna keep an eye on her, Anonymous; she gets very friendly when she's drunk, if you know what I mean."

Raven flails her forehooves in embarrassment at her friends. "You two are such jerks!" She says, her white cheeks getting rosy.

Your own face is also getting a little red as you take a seat between Raven's friends. "You guys know who I am already?" You inquire as Raven sits beside her lavender friend, who nods quickly.
"Oh, Raven does not stop talking about you," she explains while grinning at the flustered-looking unicorn. "Every Friday, it's 'Anonymous said the funniest thing today', and 'Anonymous is so handsome', and 'I want Anonymous to hide under my desk and eat me out as I take requests from subjects'."

Raven is beet-red now, a fact that her other friend is now noticing. "Grace, please, save the naughty talk for when we're all at least a little tipsy," she says, and gives Raven a comforting wink before bringing her attention to you. "I'm Peachy Plume, and this is Grace Manewitz," she says nonchalantly. "Raven's told us a bit about you during our past meetups; your a janitor at Castle Canterlot, right?"
You nod. "Yup, scrubbing toilets and mopping floors," you reply awkwardly. "It's tough work, but it's worth the pay."
Peachy Plume sighs heavily. "At least you don't have to deal with patients every five seconds; don't get me wrong, I love working in a hospital and helping ponies, but sometimes when we're backed up or short-staffed it can be a bit much."

"Hey, at least you're saving lives at the hospital," Grace chimes in. "I've gotta deal with every single wannabe designer who stumbles in thinking they're gonna be the next Trenderhoof, raving on about their inspiration and the struggle of being a starving artist..." She huffs in annoyance and turns to Raven. "Well, obviously I'm ready for some drinks," she says with a laugh.
Raven nods eagerly and waves to a nearby bartender. "Can we get a round of shots?" She asks politely. "Whatever Strussian vodka you recommend."

The bartender, a unicorn, scratches his chin with a forehoof thoughtfully, before his face lights up. "Ah, this stuff just came in yesterday," he says as he levitates a bottle down from the mirror-backed shelf behind him. "180 proof, crystal-clear, and I mix it with Himaneighan mountan spring water so it soothes and burns your throat going down," he explains as he mixes the drink. "It's also to keep you from getting absolutely shitfaced after just one shot," he adds with a clever wink. "I give you, 'The Static Moonlight'," he concludes proudly as the liquid pours into four tiny glasses in front of you and the mares. "Enjoy, and remember it's ladies' night, so all of these are half-price," he says with a wink at Peachy Plume as she slides him some bits, before trotting to the other side of the bar.

You all down your shots quickly, and you realize the bartender wasn't exaggerating; it felt like you were swallowing boiling water and a Slurpee at the same time, and it was delicious. You cough a bit at the strange sensation of pain and pleasure in your throat, and Grace gives you a teasing smile. "Mr. Human having a little trouble handling his liquor?" She inquires with a poke to your arm.
You grin sheepishly. "I've just never had anything like that before," you explain nervously. "I'll get used to it."

Raven's face lights up as she levitates the container over your glasses for another round. "Well, let's get you used to it as soon as we can!" She yelps, and sucks down her shot without a second thought.
Peachy Plume gives Raven a wide-eyed stare. "Well, someone's a little eager tonight!" She exclaims as she gulps down her glass. You see Grace has already finished hers, leaving you to stare awkwardly at your still-full glass.

You gently grab the glass and lift it to your face. "Ooh, I have a fun idea!" Peachy Plume says just as your lips are about to touch the rim. "Let's make it a body shot!" She reaches over the counter and grabs a lemon wedge in her hooves. "You ever done this before, Earth-boy?" She asks in a sultry tone. You shake your head, which makes her smile. "Alright, just hold still," she commands, and squeezes the lemon onto your neck and places it in your mouth so half of it is sticking out from between your lips.

"What's this all about?" You ask with a laugh, lemon wedge clutched between your teeth, and gasp as Peachy Plume licks the juice off of your neck, sucking on your skin for just a moment before drawing back. "Now kiss me," she says as she steals your shot, sips it into her mouth, and slides the other half of the lemon wedge into her mouth. Your lips meet her's as the vodka flows between her mouth and yours, further enhanced by the juicy piece of lemon. You can also feel her tongue darting at your's, as though she's going for a full kiss, but the fruit you're sharing with her makes that difficult. She eventually separates, taking the lemon with her and leaving you with the mouthful of vodka, which you quickly swallow.

"W-wow," you utter as Raven and Grace cheer. "That was... That was something."

You feel something wet on your other shoulder, and turn to see Grace has squeezed some lemon juice onto you with an eager grin. "Hey, Peachy doesn't get all the fun," she insists, and stokes the juiced spot on your shoulder with her tongue as she looks deep into your eyes. "You can do the honors on this one," she says invitingly, placing the lemon between her lips and giving you an expectant, half-lidded gaze. You quickly pour yourself a shot, dump it in your mouth, and slide the lemon between your lips. Your thoughts are wild as Grace drinks the shot from your mouth, and she lets out a satisfied "ahh!" when you part lips.

"Alright, Raven, we won't hog your stallion any longer," Peachy Plume says, passing your coworker a wedge and you another shot. "Bottoms up, you two!"
You and Raven glance at each other awkwardly. "Uh, should we really?" You ask slowly, "I mean, it'd be kinda weird..."
Raven nods. "We are friends, after all, and we see each other every day..."

Grace rolls her eyes. "Oh, for pony's sake, give me this!" She snaps, and squeezes the lemon onto Raven's shoulder, who lets out a surprise yelp as Grace licks the juice off. "Drink," she commands as she takes your shot and passes it to Raven, who quickly obeys, while placing the crushed lemon in her own mouth, and then the two mares lock lips.

It's at this time that you notice the crotch of your pants is unusually tight; having your body licked by a couple of girls and then watching one of them make out with your coworker and best friend has you incredibly turned on. Peachy Plume notices this, and gives you a nudge on the shoulder. "Hey, your little friend will get some attention soon enough," she promised in a low voice so the other two won't hear. "Just keep calm and play along; it's been a while since any of us have been with a stallion, so we'll get there in no time."

Raven and Grace break their kiss, and Grace giggles while she wipes off her glasses. "What was that, Peachy?" She asks curiously.

Your cheeks redden as you adjust your posture to make your erection less obvious. "Nothing!" You say quickly. "She was just saying you two looked cute."
Peachy Plume smirks at her two friends. "It seems your human boy-toy enjoyed that even more than you did, Raven," she says, giving you a smug wink. "Anon is pitching a tent in his pants!"
Grace looks excited. "Really?!" She practically screams, but lowers her voice as she adds with a giggle, "Anon... You should totally show us your rod."

You've achieved maximum facial redness now. "Uh.. what?" You ask slowly.

All three mares are giving you expectant looks, with Raven looking a tad uncertain. "Show us. Your human. Cock," Grace demands. "Be discreet, though; we might get thrown out," she adds quickly.
You shake your head. "No, come on," you insist, "this isn't right. Not only are we in a public place, but we're also completely different species."
Peachy shrugs. "So? Do you have any idea how many cross-species relationships happen in Equestria?" She asks rhetorically. "Griffon on Pony, Minotaur on Griffon, Pony on Minotaur; you've also got Yaks, Changelings, Hippogryphs, and I guarantee there's at least one other human out there who's getting it on with a pony right now."
Grace gives you a loopy smile. "Come on, we can laugh about it later," she pleads hopefully.

You groan, seeing there's no point in arguing; they're obviously not going to stop bothering you until your package is on display. "Fine, but be gentle," you grumble as you unzip your pants. "I know it probably doesn't look like what you're used to, but... Here it's is." With a sigh, you pull Little Anon out of your underwear, and he stands at maximum attention in the presence of three drunk mares.
"I won't lie; it isn't that bad-looking," Grace says thoughtfully. "It's about the same as a stallion's, maybe a bit shorter, and doesn't have a medial ring, but the shape of the tip looks fun!"

Peachy Plume nods in agreement. "Well, girls, why don't we take this party somewhere private, since it's obvious that going any further is going to result in some tickets for public indecency." She gives Raven a teasing smile. "Why don't we head over to the house of whoever's closest?" She asks, her words slurring.
Raven looks annoyed. "That would be you, Peachy," she points out.
The pink mare grins and shakes her head. "Nuh-uh; I moved into a new apartment last week, remember?" She says sweetly. "You're the closest now, Raven."

Raven gulps as the revelation dawn's on her. "Oh. Right," she says nervously. "Alright, I guess we're going to my house," she says with false enthusiasm.

The four of you practically collapse in Raven's living room, and Grace wastes no time in kicking things into high gear. She leaps on top of your legs, pulls your pants and underwear down, and gazes lovingly at your erect penis. "It looks even bigger up close," she mumbles, and her warm breath right on the skin of your shaft is driving you nuts. She sticks out her tongue and gives the tip a tiny lick, which makes your whole body spasm in surprise and arousal. "Ooh, someone's excited," she giggles as she gives your tip a few kisses, before sucking on it like a candy store lollipop.
"Grace, you aren't going to be the only one having fun tonight," Peachy Plume insists, and trots over by your head. "It might look different from what human girls are packing, but trust me, you'll love it." She turns around and swings her ass into your field of vision, giving you a full view of her ponut and her throbbing marehood. That's no exaggeration, by the way; her clitoris is literally pulsing out every two or three seconds like a beating heart.

In your normal mental state, you probably wouldn't be totally disgusted by this; a little put off and uncomfortable, sure. Now, however, after several shots of vodka and a pair of lips wrapped around your cock, it may as well be the most beautiful thing on the planet. "Scootch down, Grace," she insists as she straddles you and gives you a clever wink. "You ready, hun?" She asks slowly.

You nod, your eyes wide and hungry.

Without another word, Peachy Plume's peachy pony pussy descends onto your mouth, and you immediately set to work eating out her glorious marehood; kissing it, tongue-fucking it, sucking on her pulsing clit until she squealed with pleasure... It was incredible. All the while, Grace was hard at work with your shaft, licking and sucking on its entire length before enveloping the entire kit and caboodle in her velvety mouth. You moan pleasurably from underneath Peachy's ass.

"See, I knew you'd like it," the mare sitting on your face says before yelping as you nibble on her sweet spot. "Ooh, and I knew we'd like it, too. Come here, Grace," she commands, and Grace stops sucking on your cock and begins making out with Peachy, who raises her rump off of you and begins moving her new partner over to a nearby sofa. You glance at Raven, who had been watching the whole time with an unchanging, shocked expression, and blush as you smile at her. "So." You say awkwardly.

She nods. "So."

"We're both drunk, and we don't have to work tomorrow," you point out slowly. "You wanna..."

Raven shuts you up by leaping at you and pressing her mouth against yours, wrestling with your tongue in a sloppy, drunken make-out session. When she breaks the kiss, she takes off her glasses, undoes her bun, and looks into your eyes as her hair falls over her face. "I wanna fuck you until neither of us can stand," she moans.
You stare at her with a shocked expression for a moment, before grinning and reaching down for your crotch. "You've got it, boss," you say dutifully as you line up your shot.

Steady, Anon, stay on target... Now!

You move your hips to press your dick against Raven's pussy. There's a bit of resistance at first, but with a little effort you push your way into her velvet underground. The warm softness of her walls is unlike anything you've ever experienced before, and you instinctively begin thrusting in and out of her, erratically at first, before developing a steady rhythm.
"Ohhhhhh... Right there, Nonny," she moans pleasurably, and you begin to kiss and nibble at her neck. "Mmm... I've thought about this, you know," she whispers as you gently fuck her. "Just you and me, here on my living room floor... And in my bedroom... And in the bathrooms at work..."

With every word she speaks, you can feel "Little Anon" getting stiffer; at this point you could replace your cock with a steel cylinder and it probably wouldn't feel any different to Raven. There's a pressure building in your loins, and you slow down your thrusting a bit to help your fortitude. "I think about you a lot, too," you admit. "Whenever I'm on break, I jerk off and imagine you in a sexy lace outfit, sprawled across your desk and begging me to make you mine."

Raven giggles and kisses you more. "How close are you?" She asks with a restrained moan.
You can feel your orgasm building up now, even at your slower speed. "Pretty close," you groan.
Raven begins to actively grind against your crotch, forcefully taking control of your fuck. "Finish inside me," she begs you. "I wanna feel your hot, sticky cum inside me, and then I wanna cum on top of you."

The unicorn riding your dick mashes her mouth with yours in yet another messy, unorthodox kiss, and you feel yourself reaching your peak. You thrust into her balls-deep and let out a loud, passionate cry as you empty your load in Raven's marehood, and you hear her cry out as her marecum spills out onto your thighs, crotch, and stomach, and it drips onto the floor beneath you. As you sit there, a pile of drunken, afterglow-ridden human and pony, you look into her brown eyes and smile. "I love you," you say breathlessly.

Raven's face takes on expression of shock, and you panic for a moment thinking you shouldn't have said that, until her face softens and she blushes. "I love you, too," she whispers, giving you another long, more-focused kiss, before closing her eyes and nestling against your chest.

Your eyes snap open the next morning, and a searing headache tears at your brain. You glance down and see Raven sleeping softly on top of you, your now-flaccid cock resting limply against her vagina. You look up and see Grace and Peachy Plume had fallen asleep on the couch, one hoof pressed against the other's marehood with a contented smile. You turn your attention back to Raven and tap her shoulder. "Hey," you whisper softly. "Hey, Raven."

Her eye blink open sleepily, and she lets out a quiet, pained groan. "Shit, my head," she growls, but gaps when she sees you. "Oh, no," she says quietly. "Oh, no, no no no, what have we done?"
You blush as you look deep into her eyes. "We went out, had a few drinks, and crashed at your place," you insist. "Nothing else." Raven sighs and looks down, and you brush some of her hair over her ear. "Or, we went out, got wasted off of some body shots, had beautiful sex, and fell asleep after admitting we loved one another."

Raven gives you a thoughtful look. "You know, when you put it like that, it does sound a lot better," she giggles. "I just wish there was something I could do to get rid of this headache," she adds, rubbing her hoof against her head.
You grin sheepishly as a thought enters your mind, causing "Little Anon" to rise once again. "Well, I read somewhere that an orgasm can help get rid of a headache..." You say slowly. "You wanna-"

Raven presses her pussy against your cock until you enter her, and gives you some hardcore bedroom eyes. "Fuck yes," she moans.
You grin eagerly and get to work, silently hoping that all of your subsequent Friday nights will follow a similar pattern.

BONUS: About Last Week...

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" :rainbowkiss:

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

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.