The only one
Mail Ordered Love
Chapter 1
The autumn night was cooler than he’d expected, but at the same time a cool breeze was a nice change of pace. Jon stood on the balcony of his historically accurate home. While the house itself wasn’t old, in truth it was barely six years old at that, the design, layout, and materials used were, for the most part, accurate with homes built for wealthy families back in the late 1860’s. He had painstakingly created the perfect home for his now ex-wife.
Originally he had every intention of having a family with her, of sharing the rest of their lives together, but that ended when he discovered her virtual diary. It had been wrong to read it, he knew that, but the burning desire to see some of his wife’s deepest, and darkest, secrets was just far too tempting. In the end he had opened the file, began reading, and with each new paragraph he felt more disconnected.
Leslie had been his life. They had met each other at a retreat for investment brokers. The retreat itself was just as much of a conference as it was anything else, and while Jon didn’t belong to a firm, he did like to keep tabs on what the corporate entities were doing. That’s where he’d seen her for the first time. He stood on the edge of his balcony, thinking about her caramel colored skin, soft green eyes, plump red lips, cantaloupe sized breasts, and that most wonderful ass of hers. Leslie was someone that kept in shape, that lived and breathed the idea of a better life through yoga, and apparently getting plenty of strange from her yoga instructor. Before he’d always considered himself a good judge of character, but she’d snuck through, gotten behind his defenses, and in the end she’s gotten her claws into him. The truth was he ached for her, but not in the way that meant he loved her.
There was still the attraction, there as still the need and lust, but after he found out that she wanted his wealth and nothing else, it ruined it for him. She wasn’t worth the trouble. He’d had the sense of making a prenuptial agreement. She took only what she’d brought into the marriage, and what she’d personally bought with her own salary and savings. Anything shared between the two was to be liquidated, the assets split among them.
It was fair, it was simple, and he knew it cut her deeper than any knife ever could. They’d been together for six years, and she’d left only with an extra fifty thousand credits. He walked back into his home, finding the Barcalounger he’d ordered from Amazon a few months ago, and taking a seat in it. He grumbled as he shifted to get comfortable. Part of trying to please Leslie when they were married had resulted in his getting a slight alteration in the reproductive department. His sexual desires and urges were triple what they had been before the alteration.
He stayed harder longer, his stamina was increased, and he was far more potent than he had ever been. The doctors had said that after the alteration if a woman had even the slightest of chances of getting pregnant he’d be able to do it. Of course Leslie had been happy to hear that, and now he knew why. She had wanted a child with him. The prenuptial would have kept her from accessing his money directly if they split up, but if they had a child together he’d be stuck paying child support, and he’d be stuck paying it a rate the child would have enjoyed under his care.
He looked at the goggles beside his barcalounger. The newest version of the Oculus Rift brand of VR goggles. They worked well with immersion technology, and while he certainly considered getting the full rig before, the goggles and gloves worked fine for now. The lounger itself was something of a gaming lounger. It was designed for the full immersion effect, if so desired, but at the moment he simply had the wireless connection running through it for his gloves and the goggles.
He slipped on the goggles, pulled on the gloves, and waited for the blackness of the the bootup sequence to end, and for the soft blue world of his virtual home to replace it. When it had finished he looked around at the recreated Jetson’s home he was standing inside of. Everything was slightly tinted blue, but that was a personal preference. His avatar moved toward a couch, took a seat, and lifted a controller.
There a virtual Roku Stick, version five, activated when the monitor did. He watched as it went through its login sequence and then a moment later he selected Amazon Video. It surprised him that Amazon’s virtual video was as supported as it was, but then again people still loved their entertainment. He began the hunt of looking for something, anything, to watch. At first he wanted to find something innocent, sweet, and magical to watch. His loins however had a different goal in mind. He found himself flipping between his collection of cartoons and his collection of porn he had purchased through Amazon.
After a small law had been passed anything that was a parody could no longer be subjected to being investigated for copyright infringement. Of course this opened the floodgates and massive amounts of porn for practically anything and everything began to hit the mainstream. A similar law was how porn companies had managed to make their low budget cousins to the larger scale porn movies, and series, that was commonplace now, but every once in awhile a major company would launch an investigation. DC comics would see if a porn staring parodies of their major characters was too close to the source material, Disney would search over any animated, or live action, parody, porn or not, with a fine tooth comb until they were certain there was no breaking of the law.
Now, now the law stated that if the film, comic, book, animated feature or series, was listed as a parody then they were safe from any and all investigations. His looking led him to a series he’d bought purely out of curiosity. He lingered on the picture for a moment before finally clicking on it.
There was at least two dozen episodes per season, and there was about four seasons. The Estrus Diaries - A man in Equestria, was one of the few computer animated series he actually liked. The series itself did something that most other erotic series of its time didn’t do. Instead of making the characters completely out of character, or changing the entire source material it elected to keep the central character cores the same, and only slightly alter the characters themselves to add to the more adult situations. His hand reached for another device. It was a more sophisticated cousin to the fleshlight, but essentially it was the same.
Unlike its cousin it could something more. He could feel the tongue as it licked the tip of his shaft, feel the lips as they parted, the wetness of the mouth as it took him in. Sweet mercy it was heaven. At this moment he felt the automaton mouth going to work on him, giving him one of its stellar blowjobs when it simply stopped. He was barely started, and it was so damned close, so close!
He wanted to weep, he wanted to tear his hair out and scream, but instead he simply accepted what fate had given him. He pulled it loose, the wetness of the fake saliva began to grow cold, and he was left with two options. Either doing this the old fashioned way, or suffering through the horror that was blueballs.
Ever since his surgery it wasn’t merely a simple feeling of discomfort if he didn’t manage to spread his seed. It ached, throbbed, hurt, and would practically drive him insane until he managed to get some kind of relief, any kind. With no other alternative he focused on the series he was watching, seeing Flitter and Cloudchaser moaning in delight as their human friend plowed them was certainly doing what he had hoped for.
He didn’t want to do this with his gloved hand, the mouth wasn’t working, and that left him just sitting there, watching, feeling more and more pent up. After a moment he disconnected from the virtual Amazon video, and he began to back out when a door appeared. His curiosity peaked he moved toward it, and his hand touched it only to have it open and present him with what looked like an endless carnival. He walked, slowly, into it right up until he came before a barker that was dressed like a Caribou.
“Come one, come all! Purchase your love slaves right here! We have them broke in, fresh and ready to be broke, or unwavering! You there! Sir, I dare say that it looks like you could use one of our fine love slaves right now!”
He sucked in his breath, “Yeah, but I’m not in the full immersion gear, I couldn’t feel it.”
The Caribou laughed, “Couldn’t feel it?! Can’t feel what’s real? Tell me boyo, how would you feel about having one, or two right there. Right in your house?”
He couldn’t help himself, he nodded, sweet mercy he wanted to have something to plow until they couldn’t help but walk bow legged. He watched as the carny Caribou barker pulled a golden rope and suddenly there was several ponies, all from the Estrus Diaries lined up. There as the regular ponies, and then there anthro versions of them standing next to them.
“We’ve got to cock sucking princess of the sun, the anal loving princess of love, the adorkable and fuckable princess of friendship, and lastly the wildcat princess of the night. We’ve mailmare pussy, fashion show pussy, model pussy, shy pussy, apple pussy, party pussy, we have every flavor of pussy that ever graced that show you like.”
He looked at the barker, “H..How do you know about that?”
The barker grinned at him, “The net’s a big place mate, plenty of magic resides in here. Tell me though… What you really want is a set of twins right? A cute set that will suck and fuck you day and night.”
He nodded, and suddenly all that was left was Flitter and Cloudchaser. They were in their antro and pony forms. He walked toward the pony forms, leaving the two more human looking bodies alone.
“Traditionalist huh? Okay, we can do that!”
“How much?”
The Caribou barker leaned down to him, “For a fellow brother, twenty thousand credits, for the both of them. What do you say?”
He nodded, touched the Caribou’s outstretched hand, and then suddenly they were gone.
“What...Where are they?”
The Caribou barker laughed, “They’re being prepared! Enjoy them!”
He stepped back from the Caribou barker, and looked at the rest of the carnival. It stretched as far as the eye could see, rippling out in sights of rides, circus tents, other attractions, and more beings that were walking around. He moved, walking past the barker’s tent toward another one. He stepped inside to see a different barker, this time an anthropomorphic Stallion, but not done in the Estrus Diaries, or My Little Pony, style.
No, it looked somewhat more realistic. It, or he rather, was looking at him, his eyes bright.
“Welcome! Come right on up! Don’t Be shy! Take a look at the goodies we have here!”
He walked forward to see more of the ponies, but the stallion stopped him, “Sorry fella! It looks like you’ve already bought the ones meant for you! However, I can tell ya that they’re going to be there soon, sooner than you think! Enjoy rutting the hell out of them!”
He felt his goggles disconnect, the gloves power down, and he slipped it off. He stood up, and heard a chime indicating that he had mail. He opened it on the monitor and it showed that he had purchased two Help-Mates from Carnal Carnival. It also indicated that those helpmates would arrive soon.
He felt so horny, so incredibly horny, and he needed relief. He ached, and he cursed Leslie for talking him into doing this. For convincing him that he needed to get this surgery, this treatment. It ached so badly, and he knew that either had to crank one out, or he had to deal with the ache until a substitute could arrive.
He was ready to unzip his pants, to deal with it, when lightning struck outside. That was odd since there was mention of storms, no mention of any kind of adverse weather. He stepped toward the door, ignoring the ache in his loins, and he saw two quadrupeds off in the distance. They seemed to be shaking their heads, stumbling around like they were disoriented, and he opened the door.
They seemed to slowly make their way toward him, the scent of ozone thick in the distance, and yet he could make out the two beings. They looked like them, just like how they were presented in the Estrus Diaries. Both Flitter and Cloudchaser seemed to be confused, at least until they walked toward his porch. One of them grinned at him.
“Hi, ummm, we’re kind of lost, and would you mind if we stay here for a while?”
He smiled, stood to the side, and the two of them walked past him into the large house. He looked at them from behind, how their shapely rumps seemed to have the right amount of jiggle. He wanted this to be normal, to be something they wanted. The last thing he wanted was to have a slave bondage situation that wasn’t consensual. Estrus Diaries, absolutely, Fall of Equestria, absolutely not.
Flitter looked back at him, her purplish eyes traveling over him, and then stopping when she noticed the large bulge. She swallowed, her eyes lingering on his package, the same one that was straining hard against its fabric prison.
“Ummm, Thanks for letting us stay here. That storm kind of came from nowhere, I’m Flitter, and this,” she pointed toward Cloudchaser, “Is my twin sister Cloudchaser. If.. there’s anything we can do for you, to show our appreciation, please let me know.”
Cloudchaser looked like she was about to say something when she turned and noticed the huge bulge on him. Her mouth went dry, her eyes bulged out, and she finally licked her lips and walked toward him. She rubbed against his side, her head coming above his hips. Like she was, she was easily three to three and half foot tall, but he figured if she stood on her hind legs she would be closer to five to five and half feet.
“Yeah, we could totally take care of any problems you got, and maybe you could help us too.”
Jon’s eyebrow raised, “Oh?”
She smiled, “Well, it’s not often that a mare comes across a stallion… well I’m going to call you a stallion, that just so happens to be the right size in the right place, but not able to put a foal in her. We’re kind of dealing with our heat, and honestly it’s pretty bad. So, maybe since we’re staying here, and it’s your place, what do you say we help each other out a bit?”
He smiled at her suggestion. This was exactly what he had been hoping for. A welcomed romp between the three of them. He nodded, and before he could do anything he felt her mouth on the button of his pants, and she didn’t unbutton them, she ripped the button from the material, her teeth found the zipper and pulled it down. When she did his cock screamed sweet freedom and popped out over his boxers. She licked her lips, and before he could say a word she began licking his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head before she sucked him into her mouth.
Leslie, she’d been good, but Cloudchase blew her away. He found his hands on the back of her head, and she didn’t seem like she minded in the slightest. Instead she started to take him deeper, right until he felt his cock at the entrance to her throat. He was about to say something when she pushed past the entrance, right into the beginning of her throat and into it. He watched as Flitter walked behind her, her head moving her sister’s tail, and he knew that she was trying to pleasure her sister from that end.
Cloudchaser moaned around his cock, she moaned as it dove deeper into her throat, and she took all of him. This was what she lived for. This was exactly what she lived and breathed. That feeling of a thick hot cock rubbing against her tongue, going into the throat, making her swallow it, making her feel so incredibly sexy and horny at the same time.
“Cloud, you’re so wet,” Flitter moaned.
She couldn’t answer Flitter, not that she wanted to. No, she wanted to worship this huge cock, she wanted to suck it until she was satisfied, and she wanted to keep at it well past the point of him having such a powerful orgasm that his eyes rolled toward the back of his head. Her head bobbed back and forth, and she felt his hands on the back of her head. The way he pumped her against him, the way he began to use her mouth like a pussy, and she loved it. She felt him get thicker, she felt the way it twitched and throbbed, and she knew it was coming. She felt him pull her so close and then he unloaded in her throat. She swallowed, not that she had a choice, and she pulled back, only to see it still standing huge, ready, and her eyes bulged.
“Oh… I’m next,” Flitter said as she turned around, flipped her tail up, and presented before him, “Please, in my tailhole. I like it there. I love it there.”
Not wanting to disappoint he moved toward her, bent downward, and she felt him pressing at the entrance of her tail hole. She loved that feeling, of having something fill her so completely, and then she felt him push into her. Her eyes widened as he pushed slowly, but constantly into her tailhole. This was what she wanted. This was what she needed. She needed to be filled. She needed to feel his cock deep in her tailhole. She needed to be full again.
There’d been stallions, some of the weather team, a couple of Earth Ponies, but this was exotic, new, and she couldn’t help but love it. She felt him flush against her, his cock completely buried, and she let out the lewdest moan she’d ever heard in her life. It started slow, gentle, but now he was burying himself in her with each thrust, causing her to bounce forward. She felt his hands rubbing her wings, holding them, rubbing down the joints and she felt herself clenching on him.
The explosion that happened, the feeling of his seed filling her rectum was beyond amazing. She felt a powerful orgasm as she fell forward, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Her wings twitched as she rode the euphoric filled orgasm. She muttered, unable to really form complete sentences, her wings fluttered near her sides, and her eyes were half lidded.
For Jon the relief was satisfying in and of itself. He knew that in a couple of hours he’d need to go again, but at least for now he was calm. He gave the two of them a smile as he looked at the kitchen. Since his pants were ruined he decided to just go nude since he’d already been engaging in flagrante delicto. He slipped out of his shirt and boxers before lifting Flitter who was still coming down from her orgasmic high. She was lighter than he expected, but certainly heavier than what a lightweight, lifelike, sex doll would have weighed. He felt her nuzzle her cheek against his chest.
“Would you two like to take a shower or a bath?”
Cloudchaser grinned, “I’d love a bath, if we can all fit into it.”
Grinning he walked toward the indoor jacuzzi he had toward the master bedroom. He opened the door, switched the light on, and revealed the large tub.
“I think I have it covered.”
It didn’t take long for the jacuzzi to fill with hot water, and once it did he turned the jets on to let the bubbles rise to the top. Slowly Cloudchaser entered the tub, and Flitter, who seemed more than happy to be held, finally began to squirm indicating that she was ready. He put her down and she flicked her tail showing that her chocolate starfish had a fresh creamy center. He crawled into the water after her, and waded over toward the right side of the tub. At the edge he lifted a panel and pulled out a bottle of body wash, a bath sponge, and grinned at them.
“So, would you girls like some help?”
He spent the next several minutes gently scrubbing them, getting coos and moans from them both. He felt them nuzzling against him, Cloudchaser began rubbing his crotch, she looked up at him, expectantly, and he understood all too well. Thankfully their sexual appetites were on par with his own. Once they were scrubbed, soaped, the both of them began to do the same for him.
He watched them as they worked their hooves, which were surprisingly soft, all over his chest, and then lower toward his crotch. He could feel their hooves teasing, just barely touching his cock, his balls, and then moving up and away, or down his thighs. It was sensual, seductive, and appreciated. He was man enough to admit that he enjoyed being the subject of some sensual teasing, some seductive play, and that while he enjoyed a good hard fuck as much as the next guy he did like the little pleasantries that came with it.
He liked the foreplay, the game of arousal, and how quickly one could get there. He lived for that. Leslie wasn’t that kind woman though. He turned his thoughts away from his ex-wife. There wasn’t any reason to think about her, not while he had two others here with him. He felt his cock starting to stiffen, and he watched as the two twins began to smile at one another. A lewd thought came to his head. He wasn’t sure if they would be game with it or not, but if they were it would certainly add to the entertainment for the evening.
“Mmmm, it looks like you’ve got something for us,” Flitter said as she batted her eyelashes at him, “We can certainly take care of that for you.”
He smiled, leaning forward catching her in a kiss, one that she practically melted from, and then he kissed Cloudchaser as well, “Have you girls ever helped each other with your heats?”
Cloudchaser’s eyes widened as she heard what he said. She looked at Flitter, and then back at him. There was a lustful look in his eye, one that she couldn’t deny, but what he was asking was kind of lewd.
“Ummmm…” she began but she felt Flitter’s wing stroke her back.
“We have, but it’s only been when there wasn’t a big strong stallion to help us,” Flitter said before she kissed him, “But I’m guessing that you’d like to see us with our muzzles deep in each other huh?”
He nodded and he saw her grin take on a mischievous look to it.
“Okay,” she said, “But if we do then you’ve got to be up to anything we want to try.”
Without hesitation he nodded. Seeing that she turned toward Cloudchaser who looked a little worried.
“Sis… I don’t mind, but what if somepony finds out?”
She kissed her sister, causing Cloudchaser to moan softly, “Nopony is going to find out, and besides, wouldn’t you love to have him lick your tailhole? Feel that tongue so deep inside of you?”
Cloudchaser nodded, and she let her sister lead her out of the tub, to the ground, and there she laid on her back as Flitter got over her. She could see her sister’s wet marehood above her. Slowly she lowered down and she wrapped her forehooves around her sister’s hips. She snaked her tongue out, letting it find Flitter’s entrance and she pushed her tongue into her. Flitter’s wings fluttered as she felt her sister licking inside of her, as she felt the roughness of her tongue against her clit, and she wanted to feel more of it.
“Oh Cloud…” she whispered before she began to suckle at her sister’s clit.
What they were doing felt good, but she to admit that having that stallion’s cock in her tailhole felt so much better. She loved to feel her rectum so full of cock, and then to feel it replaced with so much cum. Oh she wanted him to fill her again, and again, and again until her belly was full of his wonderful spunk. She kept suckling and licking her sister, feeling her writhe under her. She looked over at him, seeing his cock so big and ready. She winked at him.
“Please, come over here and put that wonderful cock to use.”
Following her directly he walked behind her, his cock touching her puckered starfish. He dropped it down, letting her natural juices cover it, and of course to get it licked and sucked slightly by Cloudchaser. He pulled it away from the wonderful mouth of Cloudchaser, and then put it back against her starfish. He pushed and felt it slip into her.
“Ngh! Yeah… Rut me! Rut my tailhole!!!”
He pushed in, and began with a slower tempo until she thrust back against him.
“No! RUT ME HARD!”
With that wonderful endorsement he began to thrust with abandonment into her. He grabbed the joints of her wings, thrusting hard into her rectum, hearing her moan as she made the slick slurping sounds of eating her sister out. He leaned back and looked down at her rump as he thrust into her. Her wonderful cheeks rippled each time he thrust into her. She lifted her head and let out a deep moan.
“Ngh! Ugh! Yeah! Buck… RUT ME! KEEP RUTTING ME!!!!”
Flitter felt her sister sucking hard against her clit, this wonderful feeling of having her rectum being filled over and over again, and it was too much. She felt it overtake her and she came hard all over Cloudchaser’s face. She started to fall forward, but he caught her, his cock still thrusting into her. She felt him explode inside of her, but he wasn’t done. She looked over her shoulder at him, feeling him thrusting harder and harder into her.
“I..I…”
He leaned forward, biting her ear lightly, “Who’s ass is this?”
She opened her mouth not trusting herself to talk.
“Want me to stop?”
She shook her head.
“Then who’s ass is this?”
“YOURS! IT’S YOOOOUUUUUURRRRRSSSSSS!” she screamed as she came again.
She expected him to stop, but he was still going. She couldn’t even begin to explain how good it felt. She knew that tomorrow her poor tailhole was going to be sore, her dock was going to be swollen, but she didn’t care. If he wanted to rut her tailhole he could. It was his. From now on she was his whorse. She’d take his cock anytime he wanted her to. She felt it swell again, and she felt him explode into her again. She moaned and looked at her sister’s glistening marehood. Realizing that she was going to be enjoying a good rutting for some time she went to licking her sister’s tasty snatch. She felt her sister writhe under her. The way she wiggled her hips as she was getting ate out made Flitter determined to keep her doing it.
She felt him finally pull from her ass, and she could feel his seed leaking out. She moaned as she felt Cloudchaser stop licking her. The sound had changed and she realized that Cloud was cleaning his cock with her mouth and tongue. There was no doubt in her mind about it anymore. They were his whorses, his love slaves, and she wondered if he would be kinky enough to fit them with collars.
Cloudchaser felt the slimy cock in her mouth, the taste, the texture was something she had to admit that she loved. She knew that it was fresh from her sister’s tailhole, but she didn’t care. She wanted to suck him off, and she wanted her belly full of cum. She wanted him to do more than just let her suck him off. She wanted him to take her head and rut her. Rut her mouth, she wanted him to make her his mare. She Flitter move, and suddenly she felt his hands on her head. She felt him bury completely in her muzzle pushing to her throat.
It slipped into it, and then he pulled out only drive back into her throat again. She worked her tongue on him as he used her mouth. This was what she wanted. She wanted a stallion that could take her, claim her, make her feel like a mare with him. She submitted to him completely, letting him realize that he was her alpha. She felt his thrusts getting more frequent, his cock was getting thicker, and she knew that he was about to drop a load down her throat. She felt it splash against her throat and she did her best to swallow. Once it was swallowed she felt him pull out. She gasped as she caught her breath. Looking at her sister the two of them certainly understood what had happened.
Once more they climbed into the tub, cleaned, and then Jon showed them to the bedroom. Once inside the two of them moved in on either side of him. He felt their wings extending over him, their heads nuzzled against his chest. He looked up at the ceiling realizing that he had something beyond special. He looked at their sleeping faces and realized that tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that would be filled with him having his way with them.
He thought about the closet of the S&M stuff he’d ordered, but Leslie never really got into. It’d have to be altered, but there was no doubt in his mind that they could explore that. And with his mind ablaze with new direction and purpose he closed his eyes. Tomorrow promised more fun with his Mail Ordered Loves.
Author's Note
(AN: My first commissioned piece! Yay! Anyway, hope all of enjoy. Thanks)
