Cum, or Die Trying

“John… come out of there already. We’ve been waiting,” Amethyst was telling me through the closed door of our bedroom that I was hiding in. I was NOT coming out to guests looking like this. Amethyst had dressed me in nothing more than a black cloth apron that concealed my goodies, but my ass hung out, making me look like a real slut.

“Seriously, it’s only four of us, and you already know Lyra and Cheerilee.”

Yeah, she was right, but I’ve never met her boss, Mayor Mare, before this. I thought about my current situation and realized that maybe it was what I should get after having a turn at being the dom. With some of the greatest reluctance I’ve ever had in my mind, I opened the door. Amethyst was on the other side still giving me a reassuring smile. I sighed and let her lead into the living room.

So this was the modest party she had set up, huh? Around the coffee table in the living room sat three mares in a square organization. Cheerilee took the chair on back left, Mayor Mare had taken the back right, Lyra was in the front right, and what was presumably Amethyst’s was empty on the left of me. The three mare’s gazes were latched onto me in my skimpy server’s outfit.

“Okay ladies, this will be our human waiter for the evening.”

Amethyst introduced me to the living room’s inhabitants that gave me a collective warm smile… except for Lyra, whose face couldn’t be more sultry. My marefriend focused on me.

“Would you pour us some drinks, hun?”

I sighed at that prospect, knowing full well somepony was going to “accidentally” drop something for me to pick up in my delivery of the drinks and have me expose myself to a stranger and my two friends. Screw it. I got my platter from the counter in the kitchen and loaded that bitch up. Fully alcoholic cider has my approval.

‘Okay, I’m skipping Lyra till the end though… there’s no telling what she’ll do,’ I was thinking to myself while I made a path beyond Lyra and Mayor Mare to Cheerilee.

“Thank you,” Cheerilee told me, interrupting her own verbal thoughts on the current conversation of boring community planning and education funds. I guess she usually lived up to her name with how nice she was to me; if I was talking to her she would usually be overly courteous. I placed her drink on coffee table in front of her. Mayor mare was next on my run. I put her cider down, and she greeted me.

“Hello, John is it? Mayor Mare,” she let me shake her hoof while talking to me. She wasn’t really focusing on what the other mares were talking about.

“Oh, uh yeah ma’am… er… Mayor,” what the hell should I call her? Next up was Lyra. ‘Please don’t do a bunch of embarrassing shit,’ I thought. I got to her, and of-fucking-course.

“Hmmm… could you turn around so I can feel your butt?” Lyra didn’t give a half of a shit, let alone a full one. If she wanted a piece of me she was going to get it. The conversation stopped and all eyes were on me. I turned to my marefriend who was, incredibly, giving me a stern look at my pause.

“Well, let her.”

I sighed extra loud at Amethyst. My backside was presented to her, and a hoof started to rub my right cheek. I could actually feel the frog of her hoof with how firmly she was pressing. The inhabitants of the little get together looked on at me in what was probably lust and wonder at else they could do to me if they got the chance. Looking behind, Lyra was grinning ear to ear and enjoying life in general it seemed.

“Amethyst… how did you get your human trained so well?” Cheerilee rhetorically asked.

“It surprising, you know. I thought that only Equestrian stallions were able to be made into sex toys like this.” Mayor Mare’s mature voice shared her thoughts.

“Oh jeez, you girls have no idea,” Amethyst was starting up on something that I knew was going to involve me doing something sexual, “he lasts way longer when you ride him, and even though his tongue is smaller than a stallion’s, he makes up for it with his fingers.”

Lyra’s hoof had gone to between my legs, trying to find my sack during the time they were talking. I sheepishly glanced at the 8 eyes that were on me like super glue, and only then did I notice that Lyra’s magic was tugging and working the knot holding my apron on until it fell down on the ground.

“John”

Amethyst beckoned me with her hoof and my name, cutting short the little molestation that Lyra was giving me. Amethyst changed her position on the chair to one that was more human like, pointed to her crotch that was in full view, and commanded me to give her oral satisfaction. I went down and started my work.

All of the mares had yet again stopped talking with what was happening. I didn’t really want to get in trouble and pegged till my ass was torn open so I just continued downward till my nose became buried inside her crotch. With her scent making all of the neurons in my brain go off even faster and making my heart rate increase, I stuck out my tongue, widening it flat and giving a big, long, St. Bernard lick. She petted me for the time that I began my process.

“Good boy. So anyway, I was going to go over my spreadsheets on the town’s spending for-”

I stopped listening to what was being said at that point by her. Was she really just going to go on about shit like I wasn’t eating pussy in front of her boss?

“Yeah… Th… the school board in Canterlot was wondering about the funds going to Ponyville’s elementary, or… something,” Cheerilee was having a pretty hard time focusing.

“Maybe superintendent Snow Drift could… could…” Mayor Mare was struggling for words.

“Okay, I’m fucking horny!” Lyra’s magic lifted the coffee table that was behind me, and she used the space to close in with her chair. I took my mouth off of the leaking snatch that I was giving attention to and looked at Lyra with the strings of mare juice connecting my face to her pussy breaking. She had moved very close to me while situated on her chair with her winking pussy in full view, obviously waiting to be serviced.

“Go help the other mares. I’ll have my fun with you later.”

With Amethyst's instructions I turned my whole body around and came to face my new job. My fingers first worked on the outside of her folds and spread her opening so I could see the insides of her tunnel. My tongue took initiative and worked inside the cavity that I had made larger. Lyra’s hooves forcefully dug in my head to really press me deeper inside of the canal. I was trying to go as deep as I could with my palate already a mix of two mare’s juices. My tongue had somehow managed to go three or four inches out of my mouth. I guess it was all of the practice I get doing this stuff.

“OOooooo,” Lyra stroked my hair and started to loosen up on my head. I used this timing to grab a hold of her thighs to create enough leverage to go in as far as I could. Her hips were twitching at an increasing pace, and finally, her back arched and a small trickle of mare juice came onto my tongue. She kissed me on the forehead and pointed to my next target. During my time, Cheerilee and Mayor Mare had closed in around aswell. They had pushed their chairs close to me for their licking future licking. Amethyst was just idly hoofing herself with eyes half lidded, probably in another world.

I came up to Cheerilee, making bedroom eyes with me the whole time in her seating position that was the same as all the others. I noticed the little line of liquid that had come out and stained the chair with a splotch the size of a quarter figured she was definitely warmed up. Making intense I contact the whole time, I used my tongue to scrape up every bit of mare juice that had come out. I got the strand that had leaked out. I followed with her ponut, making her squeak, and finally got entire length of her cunt. Once at the apex of the lick, her clit was grinded on by my tongue, and her hips involuntarily humped at my jaw.

Forming an idea of what I could do to really satisfy her I said, “just hump back against me.” She took off with that as she essentially face fucked me like a bitch in heat. My rigid tongue was doing all it could do to properly achieve a squirting, pony climax in my mouth. Cheerilee had aimed and adjusted her snatch to have have my tongue go from her entrance to her engorged clit with each thrust. My nose was buried in the purple furred pussy and came back out again to the comparatively cold air every time.

With not much of my oxygen left the convulsing hips gave away her climax. Unfortunately again, there was barely enough liquid that could be called a squirt. Cheerilee’s eyes had rolled up into her head and all I could see were the whites of them. Determined to get a torrent of nectar, I came to my final mare, the mayor.

“Holy fuck!” I looked at the absolutely soaked seat she was on, “your pussy is dripping!” Mayor Mare sheepishly smiled and blushed as hard as a pony could. I used dripping as the word because that’s all I could think of to describe the downpour of fluid that had come out onto her fur and ruined the cushion. Her dry hooves meant that she was just sitting there Idly and leaking like a sieve.

The scent coming off of her was easily the strongest too. With the what had to be the horniest mare in the room about to get my face on her, I decided it was time to bring my hands into play too. I got to work letting my tongue make a criss cross pattern on her clit, and two of my fingers went below my chin to penetrate inside. It was met with her legs locking around my head and her moans.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve had a stallion do this, sorry,” Mayor mare tried apologizing for what I thought was only a way to tell me I was doing good. I just continued on doing the same thing that I had been doing to the musky dripping cunt: fingering and getting her clit stimulated as much as I could just to get her to keep locking up like the bastard that I was.

“I can’t help it,” she was continuing on about how she didn’t mean to as her legs still had a vice grip on the sides of my head. I only smiled while my mouth went on, taking care not to use teeth. My neck had already recieved a few minor squirts of Mayor Mare’s juices to mix with the other three brands that I’d received.

I kicked into overdrive. My fingers searched for the G-spot, and my tongue was in constant swirling on her nub. She was close to cumming, and I knew it had to be a ridiculous squirt with what she had put out so far, and just then, a huge gush of pussy juiced came out and drenched my whole upper body whilst her body spazzed like fish out of water. Who was more satisfied, I don’t know.

I sat back from the work I’d just done mentally patted myself on the back. All four mares had orgasmed, ruined four seats, made my tongue ache like crazy, covered the room in a blanket of musk, and I was going to need at least two showers to get the smell off of me. NICE

I had gotten cleaned up after the mares had left and was sitting on the couch next to my marefriend.

“I’m really proud of what you did today. I think you impressed all my friends.”

Amethyst kissed my cheek in appreciation.

“But… I can’t just have you thinking that you can belong to just any mare. I need to make sure you know I own you.”

I looked at her apprehensively. I not an idiot. That just means she’s going to be unjustifiably rough. She got up and went to the kitchen, and when she got back to her seat, she floated a parcel from the mail with her that must have come sometime yesterday. She put it on the table in front of us and opened that mysterious package.

Out from the brown box, a strap attached to a large rubber dildo came out. I almost pissed in fear.