Shielded by any further conversation by Solid's rules, Ian managed to get the entire plate of stew down. He got nearly a full four seconds to relax before Chatter's mouth started opening again. "Alright." He looked at Chatter.

"You mean 'alright,' alright? As in a yes?" Chatter's wings chirped a little in excitement as she focused on Ian. "As in me and Click at the same time?" She was bouncing in her seat now, wings chirping again and again.

"Hey Cricket, calm down." Screech crunched the last of her own meal. "I guess I am going last then." She gave an expansive sigh and smiled to Click. "Don't wear him out, please?"

"Click is going to really have fun, aren't you?" Chatter's blue eyes danced, but she faltered when she saw Solid's glare. "What? Everypony is done with their food." She gestured around at the table; sure enough, everyone was done with their food.

"It's still the dinner table until we all get up and go about our things." Solid wadded up some of a napkin and reached over. To Ian's shock, she wiped a little of the stew from the corner of his mouth. "Play nice with my girls." She turned to glare at Chatter, then Click, then back to Chatter.

"Sorry, mom." Click Clack looked at Solid with an impudent grin that suggested the bot pony knew a lot more about the nuances of humor than a magically-intelligent robot should. "Can we leave the table and test Ian's reproductive system now?"

Giggles swarmed around the table, and even Solid wasn't immune; Rake leaned in to Click, not lowering her voice too far. "I am pretty sure it all works. I tried blowing on it, then sucking on it, but I think it was Snaps who worked out the trick."

"I think I can work something out." Click Clack eyed up Ian, her mechanical irises scanning up his body, evaluating, planning. "Do you enjoy being penetrated?" The moment she said it she had her answer. "Relax, I can reconfigure for any situation." She gave what she hoped he would interpret as a smile.

"And if you thought she could reconfigure…" Chatter flashed with green fire, becoming the four-legged unicorn she normally preferred when strangers were around. "I come in two flavors, but tonight you get dark." She flashed back, the three legged changeling once more. "Follow me, Ian." Her voice lost all hint of "cute" and delved into sultry.

Ian's eyes were glued to the changelings plot as she walked away; even the little hop that made up for her missing leg seemed to arouse him.

"What are you waiting for," Screech drew her torn wing back from where it had been supporting Ian's back, "go and hit that plot before I do."

Only a moment of conflict warred in Ian, and it was quickly lost to the amused look on Screech's face, and Click's urging for him to move. "Alright, alright." He trailed one hand against Screech's side as he got up, feeling the fingers of her ruined wing. Turning suddenly, he trotted off to the stairs, not realizing how close he came to getting a smack from Click.

As Ian reached the top of the stairs, he could only see one door open. Smiling, he moved quickly to the open doorway, only to see Chatter setting out a big rubber dildo. "I said I don't—"

"That's for me, silly. I am not yours to screw tonight, anyway. You are only allowed to orgasm in Click tonight." Chatter spat some glowing green goop on the black toy. "Consider it training for both of you."

"Training?" Ian felt a nudge from behind and tried to step out of Click Clack's way, but when he moved, she adjusted and pushing him, urging him deeper. "What is this?" He looked from one to the other.

Click looked up at Chatter. "Would mistress desire her pet disrobed?" She ignored Ian, her mechanical eyes locked on the changeling. A flick of her back-leg swung the door closed with a thud.

"Ian can take his clothes off himself, I think." Chatter smiled and rolled onto her back. "In fact, I insist. Take them all off now." The level of command she put into her voice sent a chill down her spine. She watched as it affected Ian in a completely different manner, although it had the main desired effect.

Ian's hands pushed his pants down, exposing his unclad groin. Mentally cursing his lack of underwear from the previous engagement, he slipped his shirt up and over his head. He couldn't stop thinking about how it affected him, being told to undress, and being expected to. He shivered, but not with cold.

"I want to play…" Click Clack walked around the side of Ian, and froze when she saw the size of his shaft. "With that… I want to play with that." She turned her head toward Chatter. "Please?"

Turning on the bed, sitting up, Chatter had her back-end hanging over the edge of the bed. "You can have him when he puts my toy in." She waved her tail-fin from side to side in excitement.

It was all up to Ian. He walked over to where the big insertable toy rested and picked it up by its base. Green slime covered it from tip to base now, smearing on his hand as he turned it around in the air. "Uh, where do you want me to put it?" His eyes were suddenly glued to Chatter's plot, watching her clitoris wink a few times enticingly. Holding the toy close, he rubbed the oddly squishy chitin of Chatter's plot, before pushing the toy into her tail-hole.

"There…" Chatter groaned and chirped her wings together in delight. "Oh right there. Good boy Ian." She squeezed her muscles down on the big shape inside her. The tapered base of the toy ensured that she could grip it and hold the thing within. "Good boy. Click, your turn."

Click crawled between Ian's legs, putting him off-balance. "Hey, what are—" He got no further, falling forward at a shove from Click's back, dropping him down to all fours. She kept wriggling, then rolled over so they were belly-to-belly.

"Lay down on me, Ian." Click adjusted herself, lining up the right mechanical bits for where she expected Ian's shaft would end up.

As Ian lay down, he felt Click's oddly warm chassis press against his belly and chest, but his focus was lower. He didn't see what happened, but Click's lower belly opened up and a receptacle reached up and out of her to latch on to Ian's length. Groaning appreciatively, Ian relaxed a little more, pressing his groin down against Click.

"All of you. There, I have locked onto your penis now." Click smiled up and nuzzled Ian with her cheek. The lightweight design of her under-chassis might make her look very mechanical and exposed, but Click Clack had installed some modifications. She cycled her stimulator, watching Ian's face as she practically gulped at his shaft.

"How is she? Tight? Has she locked you up completely yet?" Chatter reached her single foreleg down, rubbing between her back legs. "Tell me when she does…" She trailed the last word out, almost singing it into two syllables.

Tight pressure clamped around the base of Ian's balls. As that device closed around his precious flesh, he realized it wasn't so much a ring around their base, as something that held them completely. "C-C-Click?"

Click had just finished attaching herself to Ian's groin, and smiled widely. "Let me grip on." She flexed her limbs, her legs loosing what shape they had before pulling tight, fastening herself to him with nothing more than two tight hugs. "Mistress Chatter, he is all ready."

Ian's eyes were wide, Click Clack had formed herself into a living vest against him. "What are you doing?" He looked down his body, trying to see what Click was doing at his groin. Her first stroke started, that sleeve she had worked around his shaft contracting and squeezing him. All Ian could do was groan in pleasure.

"Click, you started without me?" Chatter sprawled a little more, reaching out with one of her back legs. "Light it, Ian. Tickle my limb and feel as Click Clack works away on you. Click, give him an orgasm."

"What is she doing?" Ian lifted a leg and kicked instinctively as Click started to massage his shaft over and over. He rocked in place, the massage feeling better and better. Looking up, his eyes half-glazed in pure bliss, he spotted Chatter's hoof right before his nose. It was easy to relax, he nuzzled at the limb and licked at the hole closest to her hoof. The hoof tasted oddly of sweet candy, and the scent matched the assessment.

Squeezing and massaging Ian's shaft, Click Clack worked at him, milking his shaft slowly, building her pace up. She worked her stallion into a good speed, felt him rocking with each stroke, but she wanted more from him. Squeezing at his balls, Click head Ian whimper.

Chatter struggled against the delight of having her hole licked out, and realized what Click was doing. "Ian, if you want to stop, just say 'red' as loudly as you can." She rubbed her hoof around Ian's jaw, loved how his tongue continued to trace her holes.

"I-Is there a…" Ian's words trailed off at a particularly firm squeeze from Click, "there a word for…" again he lost track due to her attention, "faster?" Rubbing his cheek against Chatter's leg, he worked his tongue into one of the smaller holes near her knee, almost getting out the other side.

"Trace up her leg, pay attention to all of her holes." Click clung to Ian, but when he was too slow in doing what she asked, she extended one back leg up and back, then brought it down across his rear. "I gave you a command."

Ian's eyes were wide, he felt Click's limb raise again and started moving. Licking up Chatter's leg brought happy chirps from the mare's wings. Doing what Click told him seemed to be exactly what Chatter wanted, too. He nuzzled the inside of her spread back legs, then licked up her sweet-tasting chitin to her softer parts.

Chatter squealed in pleasure as Ian's tongue ran up her rear lips. Her single forehoof rubbed his small mane of hair and urged him on. "There you go… right… right there." Her words kept trailing off into little squeals and chitters of pleasure.

Click felt the exact moment Ian started his climax. His body tightened in her grip, and she felt his shaft swell just a little more. She held very still, leaving him hanging on the edge. At last, fearing he would slip back down, she squeezed his balls and pulled on them a little.

Pleasure overwhelmed Ian. Normally he would have just rutted a mare into his release, but Click had done things very different. She was in complete control of his release, not rubbing his shaft any further as he groaned into Chatter's vulva.

With her stallion ending his release, Click Clack gathered all his issue, funneling it into a special tank inside her body. She wasn't full, not by half, so she encouraged Ian with a gentle puff of a very special scent.

"Another, Click. Milk him until you are full." Chatter closed her back legs down, gripping each side of Ian's face, holding him just back from her body.

Pink puffs of something sprayed from Click's snout and right into Ian's face. Her coughed, even squirmed a little in Chatter's tight grip. He felt a wet heat grow in the pit of his stomach, and rush downwards. "What is that?" Speaking only meant Ian inhaled more of the substance that was driving his shaft back to full hardness. As the massage started again, he pushed forward, fighting with Chatter's grip so he could pleasure her.

"That will keep you hard for hours." Click gave a happy little mechanical giggle. "Mistress wants you milked." She started stroking him again, feeling him quickly push to high pleasure again.

Ian's groan echoed off the walls of Chatter's depths as his body was driven onward. He knew he could stop Click at any time with his safe word, but that idea quickly left his head; who needs safe words when you were having such fun? He rocked in place, giving himself to his growing pleasure, and Chatter's heat.

"Tell me when he goes." Chatter rolled her hips into each lick now, letting out little moans and chirps. Her magic lifted the crop up high, behind Ian.

"Now." Click felt Ian push over the limit, his body unloading into her storage tank again. The first strike of the crop on Ian's rear made him jump, the second had him bucking even faster, trying to get more pleasure from Click's milking.

Nothing worked. No matter what Ian tried, nothing could change the pace that Click was setting. His rear felt fiery hot now, but neither of the mares seemed inclined to let up on him. After basking in the delicious mix of pleasure and pain they were forcing upon him, he felt his body react once more, pushing hard into Click's milking system. A smile creased Ian's lips and his normal thoughts fled as he started licking, nuzzling, even nibbling; in the desire to make Chatter feel as wonderful as he did.

Author's Note

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