Am I Confused?

Parties. I was never invited to many of them. My circle of friends was relatively small in kindergarten, and over time it grew ever smaller, until all that remained was Maple. Maple, of this I was staunch, was a good friend. Perhaps not the best, as others would have certain standards for what constituted a good and bad pony, but despite his flaws (of which he had a bounty) he wasn’t a bad guy. If my friendship with him was alike that of a married couple who had been together too long as to not bother getting a divorce, I would not have even considered going to his party.

Prior to my leaving I tried to find Gem, and then I realized that she unlike I, had a much more active social life. To think she’d be meandering about the house on a Saturday was incredibly naïve of me, but I was nervous. Would anyone notice me, or question my absence? Maple, even though it was only a letter, seemed particularly indifference to my disappearance. Other than the doubtless opposition to such a move from my teachers, there were two certain ponies who made apprehension well up in my joints, slugging my movements. I would’ve liked to have pinned all my nervousness on the party, but if there was a chance those two were to appear, well…

Thing is, I’ve not been to one since I was little more than a toddler, my cousin’s fifth birthday party. From what I recall, it was very noisy, a lot of talking, drinking, eating, and there was vomit everywhere. But surely since it’s a party for semi-adults and teens it is likely to be different, and I can’t imagine Maple – who was surprisingly generous when it would lead to the prospect of his ego getting stroked – would tolerate such things in his house. But I do suspect teens are quite a lot different from toddlers and young foals when it comes to parties, so I can’t imagine the same things going down… right?

Well, I had the time to ponder such things. Rarely did I have to go about Canterlot at night, the streets oddly sparse despite the size of the city. Rather than the occasional smiling citizen, I’d see a stoic faced guard, who would flash a half smile before going about their way. At some point whilst going to Maple’s house, I heard the distant sound of a ‘beat’, and something akin to spotlights in the sky. It was a Saturday, maybe Vinyl Scratch was in town, although if that was the case I’m sure Maple would have cancelled his party in a heartbeat. But speaking of Maple, it does sound suspiciously close to whereabouts he lives, but I’m sure that’s just coincidence right. Surely he wouldn’t do something that lucrative…

Oh. He would. Of fucking course he would.

The Oakly mansion was lit up like Hearth’s warming eve tree, and even from across the street I struggled to look at it without slightly squinting my eyes. There were hundreds of ponies, some I regarded with a brief glimmer of recognition, likely I’ve seen then walking around the school and hadn’t given them a second thought. Others were definitely strangers, who I had no memory of whatsoever. There were so many, that the party appeared to start outside the grounds of the estate, with various mares and stallions idly talking and drinking outside the fence. Speaking of drinks, even a distance away in the air there was a pungent smell of cider, which was so strong in smell that I couldn’t even feign it had enough alcohol in it to make a minotaur buckle. The number of red flags is actually pretty amazing. A huge amount of ponies, without supervision, drunk of their rockers in the most royal of cities in all of Equestria? I’m also surprised at the lack of any royal guard whatsoever, as the noise alone was sure to bring a few, surely? Well shit, I could go inside and I’d probably risked getting shanked by a unicorn falling into me he’s so blind drunk. I just need to get in, find Maple, tell him I’m here and then leave. There’s so many ponies here he won’t notice that I’m gone right?

I took to a hastened pace when I approached the mansion grounds, trying to not make eye contact with anyone, and took shallow breaths to avoid smelling in the thick stench of alcohol. Getting through the dense crowd at the gate was difficult. For some reason they congregated there. I didn’t bother to understand the logic. Why anypony would choose to remain outside rather than in was beyond me... Oh Celestia I hadn’t even considered what it’s like inside! If out here I could barely tolerate the smell and noise, I can only imagine what it’s like inside. Good grief…

The grounds were also teeming with ponies. They all appeared to be having a good time, and seemed to be of a different and more… ‘carefree’ caliber. Mares were being chased by colts with huge smiles across their faces, couples writhed on the grass, staining their coats with mud and grass as they made out. I’d say it was hedonistic if it weren’t so PG. I tore my eyes away from the debauchery. I needed to keep my eyes straight, attract no attention, and get to Maple… wherever that bastard is at. I made sure to stay within the lines of the path, not straying from the comfortably straight and precise stone line as if my life depended on it, as if seemed that any who walked on the grass was devolved into some kind of screaming drunk lunatic. Not that I’m judging, it’s just I’d rather not chance waking up anywhere other than a bed I’m familiar with in the morning.

As I reached the porch, again similar to the gate, there was a thick swathe of ponies glued to it. Through the open door I heard what must have been a hundred voices, all talking over each other, their words indecipherable. Like the gate I squeezed my way through, nervously smiling toward the colts and fillies who cast me strange looks as I passed by them, trying my best not to look anyone in the eye. Inside I was kind of blinded by the volume, which had be grimacing and half tempted to lie down and over my ears. Haphazardly strewn about the hall were large oversized speakers, which vibrated and sounded out some kind of beat with nonsensical lyrics. Additionally, somepony must have switched out the bulbs, the entire inside lighted with what looked like a pink haze; atop some of the speakers and tables pink candle wax melted and plastered over the sides, giving the inside a thick smell of cranberries. Admittedly, I’m having a hard time telling what the theme is, if there is one. Although the night is young, I’m already finding myself not envying whoever has to clean this up.

The large hall was dense with large groups budded around the place. Ponies were dancing on tables, a colt was sat on a speaker drinking, a mare the spectacle of a small crowd as she appeared to be ‘winning’ some kind of drinking game; at least thirty red and white plastic cups discarded on the floor beside her. There must have been five dozen in the great hall alone, and through the miasma like pink fog, I had trouble making out anypony familiar. I snaked my way past the groups, taking advantage of the narrow gaps and passages. Very quickly I found myself getting disoriented. The party was kicking all of my senses collective asses. Music, voices, claustrophobic tightness, and the disability to see more than a few feet in front of me. The mental map I had of Maple’s house, which in the past I had frequented only a few times, was getting all the more messy as I wandered wantonly around.

Now that I was in here, I completely lost track of what I was doing. I knew I had to find Maple, but since I didn’t know where he was I was just wandering around like some kind of jackass. I needed some help. I trailed around, looking for an isolated mare or stallion for help. In the corridor left of the hall (which due to it being a small area was even denser with smell and volume), I passed by other guests as was expected, one stallion even trying to force a cup into my empty hooves with a creepy smile on his face – although due to him being a stranger I may have misinterpreted – regardless I smiled limply and shook my head.

I navigated the halls, and each doorway I came across I shied away from entering, teetering away always grimacing. I really didn’t want to interact with anyone. I never truly considered myself an introvert, but the sight of a lot of unfamiliar smiling faces made me nervous. At some point I began to think something was in the air, a lot of couples were just openly displaying their ‘love’ together against the walls. Of course not sex, they weren’t me or Blossom, but there was something about parties apparently that encouraged this. Odd, considering the absolute un-hotness of vomiting, underage drinking, and for lack of a better term: Stank.

Near the entrance to the living room, I saw a yellow coated stallion all by himself. He had a dense looking red mane, and he was looking around with tired squinted eyes. At least, I think he was tired. There was a particular sluggishness to his movements, and he had a dumb looking smile on his lips. Unlike others ponies here I didn’t find his demeanour intimidating, but ‘approachable’ was loosely used here. As I got close, he reeked of a stench that somehow overpowered the combined aroma of the party. Is it worth a curl of the lower lip that he achieved such a monumental feat? Maybe.

As I approached, he landed his groggy looking eye on me, and I meekly smiled. “Hey!”

“Sorry, don’t swing that way,” he replied, looking alarming, and I scrunched my brows and shook my head.

“Have you seen Maple?” I asked, trying to beat the sheer volume.

“I don’t think there are any foals here, bro!” He replied, taking another sip from his drink, body bobbing slightly to the music.

“What?” I replied, barely able to make out what he was saying.

“Maybe you should trim your coat bro, worked wonders for me!” He shouted back, and I recoiled. Rather than continue to get incoherent replies I meandered away, casting him a furrowed brow expression as I continued down the hallway.

I was beginning to get annoyed. Something of a headache had begun to form in my skull, the volume, smell and disorientation all culminating into a migraine inducing fruit shake. As I neared the dining room, another loud noise joined alongside the music. A deep, bombastic, eye rolling dulcet. Maple. I hurried my steps to the dining hall, the enormous room apt for an enormous colt. As I approached the dining room, ponies were filtering in sparsely, muttering and drinking. I joined in what essentially was a queue to get inside, trying to make out what exactly was being said over the myriad of voices chatting over one another in the line. I shifted uncomfortably as the line continued, trying my best to look inconspicuous and small.

When I finally trickled inside, the organised line was incredibly out of place. The dining hall, a place that was borderline revered by the Oakly family, was now a zoo. I looked around with raised brows. He didn’t even bother to reorganise anything, the dining table was now being used as a combination dance floor and buffet. It was loud, and smelt sweet. I took a few steps, making way for others who entered, who immediately galloped off somewhere in the room; smiling and laughing all the way. I paused, simply basking in it all. It was like watching a train collision happening in slow motion, I just couldn’t bring myself to look away. Despite the duration of the party, I was impressed by how much they managed to destroy. There were shards of plate and glass scattered around, some paintings face down on the door, being used as makeshift dance mats. This was the heart of the party all right, the epicenter of the ‘explosion’ that had been slowly expanding outward, catching any and all in it. I wonder how many outside even knew whose house this was?

My eyes were immediately drawn to the back of the room, and I had to double take. Dozens of caskets piled up in an elaborate set up, looking almost like a pyramid with no tip, that being because there was something deeply disturbing at its top. A throne, simple yet grotesquely aggrandizing, likely fetched from an attic or something. And seated within it, on a plush purple cushion, and a golden drinking on his hat was…

“Hello party ponies!” Maple boomed, his voice possessing the amazing ability to surpass even the music. He attracted several eyes from the dense collective of partying colts and fillies, but many of the others continued to drink and talk amongst themselves. “It is I! Canterlot’s, nay, Equestria’s first and only king! Maple Oakly, the party king of Equestria!”

“Oh Celestia no,” I cringed, although I saw that a good portion of the room had their attention on him, their lips turned into grins.

“So bow! Bow you shits! Hahaha!” He guffawed in a manner I could only call hysterical. For some reason, which I could only attribute to their drunkenness, laughed; a few playfully complying. “We’re gonna party so hard that Canterlot will fall from this fucking mountain!” At that statement many of the gathered cheered, wooing and laughing. The hall had reduced in volume somewhat, and somepony somewhere had lowered the music. “Now quieten down, quieten down, your king demands it!”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh brother,” I muttered… but furrowed my eyebrows when the room, and maybe even the entire mansion, went deathly quiet. The music had been switched off, and ponies all around me looked upon Maple, smiling but silent.

“Par-ty,” he began an orotund call, hitting the casket beside him twice, one for each syllable.

What?

“Party. Party. Party,” he began to chant, increasing in volume with each utterance, and a hundred voices ebbed along into chanting with him. I looked around bemused, ponies clopping their hooves on the table and floor, looking around impassioned by Maple’s theatrics. I soon heard the chant pass behind me, and when I craned my neck over my shoulders I saw others had taken a place at the door, echoing the chant of their fat blue ‘king’. The chant was carried along throughout the rest of the estate I’m sure. It grew to such a volume I was actually impressed that Maple of all ponies was able to… inspire something within them. He roused them into a true partying gusto, and I at the height he whacked his hoof down on a casket’s spigot, smashing it off and allowing a trickle of clear apple cider to fall from the barrel. Unsurprisingly, this was met with thunderous applause, and the chanting was replaced by cheers. “Drink until your livers rot, and dance until your hooves fall off!” He encouraged, cackling…

They cheered, and went about just doing that. Gaps between ponies disappeared as the music blared back to life, mares and colts taking to grinding and dancing with one another in a thick dense crowd. Of course some remained on the table, some just needing to dance it seems. It was almost as if Maple had somehow caught them in a spell of some sort, but I know better. They were all just teens, horny, and drunk… if I were somepony else this would be absolute heaven wouldn’t it?

I now had to somehow navigate through a practical legion of even more energized dancers. The lighting dimmed to near complete darkness, and the unicorns in the room lit up their horns to make up for that, creating a myriad of swaying and bobbing bright lights. It was near dizzying, some had taken to flashing them on and off to create a stupefying display. As I pushed my way through, my face creased into a grimace. I would occasionally feel a drop of liquid land on my coat from a nearby partier. I think it’s cider… Celestia, I hope it was just cider.

Reaching Maple’s ‘throne’ seemed to take forever. Ponies somehow managed to squeeze their bodies even close together as they danced, making passing through them even more arduous than it was before. A few mares pressed against me, and I could only reply with a half-hearted grin as I continued on. At the base of the casket construction, I looked up to see a colt who was obviously very proud of himself, his smugness somehow more pungent than any other smell in the room.

“Maple!” I barked, struggling to even hear my own voice.

His ear flickered, kind of surprising he heard me but I won’t knock it. His gaze fell to the base of his own ‘monument’. For a split moment he remained locked in his expression of smugness, before his face sagged and his chest puffed out as he exhaled. I tilted my head as he scurried down the steep makeshift steps of his throne, and I backed away when he hit the tiled floor with a heavy landing.

“Come with me,” he immediately demanded, raising his voice to be audible. So taken aback by the abruptness of his order that I was momentarily stunted in place, watching as he turned away from me and walked ahead with a quickened step. I blinked and creased my face, following him with a tilted head.

“No ‘Hi Silver’ or ‘nice that you made it?’” I asked, catching up to walk beside him.

“Huh?” He looked at me lopsided, and I rolled my eyes.

“Nothing,” I sighed, following his short stride. There was something weird going on… why the hell am I even following him anyway? I can’t even say I’m curious. Maple doesn’t come close to what I’d call an ‘enigma’, but I suppose if he was willing to leave the spotlight for a moment to lead me off somewhere it must be worth something. There’s also the whole fact he’s my friend, so I wouldn’t say I didn’t trust him not to lead off to private place to kill or lynch me.

Towards the right side of the hall we took a left, bending away from the dense tide of dancing partying ponies and through a pair of knobless doors. Leading the kitchen and pantry most likely, and I’m surprised even an inch of this mansion lacks a guest standing on it; even more surprising than Maple shrugging off the stroking of his ego, even if it was only a few minutes. Entering the room the doors effectively rendered the uproar into a muffled orchestra behind the thick wood, and Maple hurried ahead, standing on his hind hooves to reach something on the counter.

“You didn’t lead me in here just for food did you?” I asked, and whilst I was joking, I teetered off. This was Maple after all.

He dropped from the counter and spun around, and threw a thick looking iron key at my hooves. “Here. Take this, third floor, first door to your right.”

“Wait, what?” I furrowed my brows, looking between the key at my hooves (which I felt reluctant to pick up. Although if I did, alcohol does make a decent disinfectant I suppose) and Maple’s neutral expression; his pursed lips however were telling of… something, I think.

“Ok, dude, first off: thanks for coming,” he said with wide eyes and a tilted smile, highly deriding, but nonetheless appreciated. “Secondly: I don’t know what weird shit you’ve been doing in your own time, and at another time I might have asked, but I don’t have enough time. I can only a singular nice,” he said with a curled lip, nodding his head. “As well as one ew, since I don’t have nearly enough time to offer some kind of fucking expository spew of words on how bat-guard shit insane this entire thing is. So… good luck!” He ended by patting me on the shoulder and brushing past me, leaving me confused and exasperated.

“W-what?!” I stuttered out after he had already left me alone in the kitchen, turning to look at the doors, my expression locked into one of bafflement. He knew? No, he couldn’t possibly know… Oh, he would. Of course he fucking would.

I wrinkled my nose, shaking off a lime green piece of confetti off my nose, looking disdainfully over my shoulder; glad to have left the ‘party floor’, a title oddly enough anointed to the floor in the past hour and wasn’t given the first floor weirdly enough. The taste of the key in my mouth must have made me develop a ire toward all things metal, I wonder what Father will think? Ugh, I need to get the taste out of my mouth. I have no mouthwash and I must rinse.

Reaching the top of the stairs, I noted the darkness. Aside from a fluttering curtain at the back, in which light from Luna’s rock shone through, it was entirely drowning in dark. I’m surprised Maple’s party hadn’t flooded this floor too, although knowing him, there remains the possibility this is still all a prank. Did I fail to call a bluff of his, or did he genuinely know and alerted to the entire party to my activities to gather them all and kink shame me? Who knows, maybe. But still, in for a penny, in for a pound… what the hell is a penny anyway?

I craned my neck to an unassuming door, the light wood taking on a purple hue in the light, and due to the sparsity of the floor, I wonder why he bothered to keep it locked at all. I shoved in the key, turning sideways to the door, and turned it with my hooves; hearing a somewhat satisfying click on doing so. It’s an odd thing to think about, but I hardly recall hearing the noise of locking and unlocking doors. Security was very lax I suppose, but why did Maple need to keep an empty room locked? Question for later. I think I’m just rambling to myself by this point. Distracting myself from the glaring truth. It’s obvious why I was sent here. Maple knows, almost for certain, and there is only two ponies in the entire city that could have told hi- oh shit, I forgot about Gem.! Aw crap, would she have told Maple just to fuck with me? Hopefully not.

I pushed the door open without a creak, doubtless a lot of money brought well oiled hinges. The room itself was somewhat more welcoming than the hallway, the large windows toward the back of the room allowed the bright lights from the garden to shine in, illuminating the room faintly in a motley bundle of colors. I stepped inside, and my eyes skittered around the room. It was undoubtedly for guests, the furniture scarce but ornament aplenty; wealth liberally splattered around the room in a garish display of opulence. I’m sure Mother would love it here. What attracted most of my attention oddly was the excessively large bed at the opposite side of the room. I sort of wanted to jump on it, and another part of me felt like I needed a lie down… I really need to lie down.

I opened my eyes, lacking any kind of grog. I could still hear the party raging downstairs, but it was a more subtle noise that stirred me. The sound of the door being pushed open quickly caused the gust of wind, and I barely picked it up. I propped myself up off my stomach slightly, ready to apologize to the party guest that accidentally wandered in, but I froze. A single black silhouette stood just on the other side of the door frame, features impossible to make out in the dark shroud they wore. I leaned forward slightly, squinting to make anything out, but recoiled when they began to make their way forward. The silhouette continued walking forward, and just short of the light, they broke and diverged into two as they walked into the light.

“Oh,” my voice was quiet.

“Hey Silver. Long time no see,” Blossom greeted, flashing me a closed lip smile before looking to the colt to her adjacent side.

“H-hi, Silver,” Synary said, looking between Blossom and I with skittishness.

“I, uh… I don’t know what to say,” I looked between the two of them, for some reason finding the lack of rage on their expressions disconcerting. Mostly though, the awkwardness was so thick in the air I could taste it on my tongue.

“How about ‘hello’,” Blossom offered, smirking, although her brows remained furrowed and her lips pursed.

“H-hello,” I parroted, my mouth kept parting to say something, but as soon as I did I forgot the words. I looked between them, their neutral expressions betrayed a tinge of something. It was subtle, a small crease between the brows of the slight tilt of their heads. “W-what should I say next?”

Blossom chortled, sitting on her haunches. “I don’t know. This entire thing was a pain in the flank to arrange. Now that we’re all here though... “

“You arranged all this?” I asked, arching a brow and curling a lip.

“You think Maple managed to get enough acclaim to get a guestlist this big? By Luna’s flank no!” Blossom exclaimed, exhaling through her nostrils sharply. “Although he has fit into the role rather snugly. But I can’t take all the credit. Synary was surprisingly good with the fillies.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Synary stated with averted eyes, and even in the darkened room I could see the tinge of red on his cheeks.

“Most of the mares at school like hard to get. One word from moi about my interest in him, it suddenly turned into a competition. ‘Who could seduce the new cute colt on campus?’ Of course none of them knew what I knew,” she looked at the colt in question to her side, giving him a lopsided grin.

“They don’t have what I like,” Synary smiled a small feeble smile, and Blossom snorted.

“Was that your attempt to be brash?” Blossom sounded bemused, throwing a toothy smile at the colt.

“N-no,” Synary replied, blushing.

“I’m glad I’m having an influence on you.”

“Wait,” I interjected, looking at Blossom with furrowed brows, “why didn’t you just come to my house to do all of this?”

“Well, on the risk of sounding malicious: to corner you,” Blossom shrugged, and I blinked. “Privacy too. There is a reason me and Synary are here… together.”

“What?” I exclaimed, shaking my head. “This just seems unreal. Why aren’t you mad at me?”

“Mad at what?” Blossom began, trailing over the bed I was sitting on top of, Synary following. “Mad at a colt I only knew for a week, who just so happened to be dating another pony alongside me? Psh, yeah, it’s not like that’s never happened in the history of pony kind ever. Tartarus, Silver! We didn’t even call each other marefriend and coltfriend.”

“A-and you Synary?” I asked the colt just as he climbed on the bed, lying adjacent to Blossom.

Synary pressed his lips together, looking down at his own hooves and then Blossom, before landing his eyes on me. “N-no. I’m just happy to have met you, even as… weird as it all was. You made my first week at school one of the best weeks of my life so far. B-but Blossom is right.”

“About what?” I asked them, and the duo shared glances.

“We have to be blunt here,” Blossom began, and I kept an intent eye on her hoof as she placed it on my left hind leg, looking between it and her with one arched brow. “Silver. Do you love us?”

“W-what, well, uh…” Nice going shit for brains, now you look like a complete idi-

“We don’t love you.”

“...Huh.” It was strange really. I mean, just hearing it out loud sort of hurt, but that sting was overwhelmingly overshadowed by relief; additionally the feeling of a weight dropping off of my shoulders. I sagged. I didn’t even know I was tense.

“You don’t love either of us too, do you?” Blossom asked, and I looked at her.

“I… no. B-but I do like you both, care, even!” I added, much to Blossom’s apparent amusement.

“I know. We know,” she patted my leg, smiling, and there was a trace of something I’d call tenderness in her voice. At the sight, I felt my chest grow warmer, a sensation that I didn’t realize until now that I missed.

“But what do we do then. I mean, I like you both. It’s not fair to, you know, choose,” I flashed a half smile, the memories of that afternoon in the classroom flashing in my head.

“Who said you had to choose?” Blossom shrugged, prompting both me and Synary to look at her with furrowed brows. “We’re all young, with our futures way ahead of us. So let's have fun! More the merrier right? I was taught to share growing up, I don’t know about you guys.”

I looked with eye as wide as saucers between the colt and filly on my bed, Synary in particular chewed his bottom lip, his cheeks reddening before he looked at her from the corner of his eye. “I was taught to share...”

“Wait, wait, wait,” I gushed, looking between them both with brows so low they threatened obscure my vision, “you’re not considering what I think you’re considering, right?”

“Sure! Why not? We’re all young, so we can afford to get a little crazy. Right, Synary?” She posed the question to the colt next to her, whose lips turned into a small smile as he nodded.

I released a nervous croak from my throat. “I still find this is hard to believe is even happening. This is almost too good to be true, you must admit that right? I’m not worth this.”

“Y-you are,” Synary interjected, shuffling a few inches forward on the bed. “You’re kind, you listen, y-you care.”

“Synary…” I replied softly, his averted gaze making me feel weary.

“Silver,” Blossom began, my name dancing to my ears delicately, and I couldn’t help but look at her. “This is something we can all share. We enjoy each other’s company, we make each other laugh, and… just feel warm inside. Me and Synary are friends, but what we had with you was more intimate. Neither of us want to lose that just because of stupid things like a ‘couple’ being just two. Let’s try being a couple in a three.”

“Right,” I replied, giving a few quiet chuckles. “Ok. Let’s give this a shot. Like Blossom said: ‘why the hell not’, right?”

“That’s the spirit!” Blossom cheered.

“Y-yeah,” Synary’s voice was subdued, but I smiled at his quiet cheer.

We all were wearing smiles. Looking at each other, our happy brand new polyamorous triangle… although if Synary didn't like mares, I suppose that’d make it a three dotted line, with me in the middle. Aside from making me feel a tad greedy, I’m also actually kind of excited. “So… now what?”

“We could celebrate,”

“What did you have in mind?”

Blossom looked to the corners of her eyes, and chewed the inside of her cheek, scrunching up her face before looking at me with slightly squinted eyes. “I just realized we never kissed.”

“What? I’ve never kissed you?” Sure I ha- oh fuck, I haven’t.

“Y-yeah,me too,” added Synary, sounding almost too afraid to admit it.

“After everything we’ve done together it’s actually kind of embarrassing,” I muttered, conceding to the undeniable truth that I was kissless, and a virgin funnily enough all things considered. “That presents a problem though.”

“Yes?” Blossom acknowledged with a tilt of her head.

“Who gets to be my, you know, first?” I spoke with fret, cringing.

“You’ve never been kissed?” Synary for some reason seemed particularly surprised by that fact.

“No. Have you?”

Instead of a prompt reply, he looked down at the sheets, cheeks still as red as they were before. “No.”

“How about you?” I asked Blossom, who as soon as the words left my mouth tightened her lips, arching a brow and looking off to the side.

“Huh,” she muttered, looking at Synary and then me with a ponderous expression, “no.”

“You’re surprised by that?”

“Aren’t you?”

Me and Synary shared a look. “...Yes.”

“Daddy calls me the ‘blueprint’ to a real mare. Apparently scaring away every colt I became even remotely friends with, thus leaving his daughter a kissless eighteen year old is worthy of acclaim,” she sneered at nopony in particular, but her features softened, looking at me and Synary with smile. “Jokes on him. Now I’ve got a coltfriend and a colt-friend.”

“And your colt-friend is also coltfriend to your coltfriend,” Synary… quipped? Hard to be sure, but it did make Blossom giggle, which is always a delight to the ears. And to be honest to myself, being called somepony’s ‘coltfriend’, and without me being the one to actually declare it is actually quite exhilarating.

“So... “ I paused, pressing together my lips, looking at my partners with an awkward smile. “How do we decide... coinflip?”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Blossom proposed with a toothy half smile, something more befitting of a rogue, and I arched a brow. “Close your eyes.”

“You’re not going to try and steal a kiss are you?” I jested, smirking.

“Of course not! Who do you take me for? I’d never do that,” she chided me, although she continued to wear that smile, so I couldn’t help but keep wearing mine. “Besides, if I did, I reckon Synary would steal something far more valuable right out from underneath me.”

“What would that be?” Synary questioned her, and I squinted my eyes as she leant close to his ear, whispering into his ear. I didn’t know what was being said, but going off of Synary’s tomato shaded face and teeth gripped lip, I’m assuming it was something intimate. “A-ah.”

“What’d she say?” I asked, looking at Blossom with a tilted expression.

“N-nothing,” he replied promptly, his tail flicked.

“Close your eyes,” Blossom interceded, leaning her head a few inches forward, “please.”

“Fine-” I conceded, closing my eyes, both of them disappearing “-but don’t do anything weird.”

With my eyes trapped shut, I listened intently. Despite how close they were I heard nothing from them, just the muted sounds of the party from beyond the closed door and outside the windows. I then felt something, a subtle little feeling on my fur at the edges of my lips. Little breaths, little exhales. I was crack open an eye, but I resisted, clasping them shut even more tightly. The longer I waited, the more I began to hear little thump in my own head, and felt tightening around my chest. Why did I feel my heart threaten to beat out of my chest, the pounding muscle so loud I could hear it in my skull… Oh, something is pressing against my lips. It was a contrast of warm presses, one softer, the other firmer. I was paralyzed, not with fear or shock, I just… was. Slowly as she goes, I began to part open my eyes, and as more of the sight before me came into view, my brows lowered into a furrow.

Cheek to cheek, pressing their muzzles unto my own side by side were Blossom and Synary. Their puckered lips were pressed against mine, and after that realization, I was tempted to pull away to laugh at the surrealist nature of it. My first kiss was with two. How many ponies could proclaim that? In other words - awesome. How long could I say like this before it became awkward? They’re already looking around with their eyes, so maybe it already hit them how odd this actually is… I’ll take the initiative.

I pulled away, looking between their neutral expressions with unmoving features. “So…”

“Yeah,” said Synary, who flushed cheeks and small smile was quite the contrast Blossom and myself, whose faces were rather neutral.

“Cool,” said Blossom, her cheeks pulling back into a closed lip smile.

“So that was our collective first kisses, so that’s pretty…” Wow, I’m ass. This was supposed to be special, isn’t this occasion usually marked by celebration or something?

“Not as hot as I thought it’d be,” Blossom shrugged, looking at me with a pursed frown, “I thought we were gonna escalate to sex.”

“W-what?” I stuttered. She’s so forward, isn’t she? I don’t why I keep forgetting that fact.

“Hey, we’ve only done one thing in a long list of ‘firsts’ between us three, so why not cross another thing off?” Her tone was so matter-of-fact, and despite the simplicity of her logic, I found myself not laughing. “Besides, we’ve escalated on less. How many dates have you had between the three of us all combined. Three? That the normal amount before-”

“Yes, yes, I know,” I interrupted, “it just seems kind of… sudden.”

Blossom frowned, looking to Synary (whose eyes shifted between her and myself), before looking back at me. “We could just make out until we’re all horny.”

I looked deadpan at Blossom, whose smile was a mere tug at the corner of her lip, and dare I say she looked smug? Well, she had every right to be, to be entirely honest. “Okay…”

Instead of a reply, she smirked, looking at the colt next to her and nodding to him. I was intrigued, and admittedly there lingered a thought at the back of my head this was all leading up to a climax that would leave satisfied and me hung upside down to be laughed at. I didn’t say a word as Synary timidly sat to my side, the contact of our sides prompting him to release a breath he had definitely been holding in since Blossom wordlessly instructed him; she mirrored him, pressing into my other side, leaving me in a sandwich where I was my own filling.

“Ok, so there’s two of us, so be sure to give us each a turn.”

“I-it’s okay, if you want to kiss Blossom more, you can…”

“No, no, no, Synary. You know what, I got to date him first, it’s only fair you get him for longer.”

“Exactly! He’s known you for longer, you deserve to have him longer.”

“Exactly to you too! I’ve known him longer, you should have him to yourself for a few min-”

“Hey, hey, I’m right here!” I interrupted, looking at both of their wide eyed expressions with creased brows. “How about instead of just timing and planning this, we just, I don’t know… dive right in?”

“Sure,” Blossom agreed, smirking.

“Y-yeah, what she said,” followed Synary, whose cheeks had predictably gone red again.

“Okay, great, let’s start the ‘making of out’,” I announced, looking between them with a large smile and…

Nothing.

“Alright, how do we start this? I lean into Synary or do I-”

“C’mere!”

Blossom hooked a hoof around my head and brought my muzzle to hers, my eyes barely having time to go wide before her tongue wormed past my lips and into my mouth, squeezing through the gap between my teeth to wrestle with mine. I felt my eyes fall close when she placed a hoof against my cheek, tilting her head, her tongue going deeper down my mouth. Her tongue battled a very one sided fight with mine, circling and twirling in my mouth. I couldn’t help but release a moan into her throat, and I heard her make one too. I could taste apples on her teeth, likelihood she partook in the cider here. She pulled away, and I was left panting, a string of spittle between my lips.

“Why’d you stop?”

“Aren’t you forgetting somepony?” She giggled, and I went wide eyed.

I turned my head to Synary, who held his bottom lip between his teeth, cheeks red. “Is it my turn?”

“Y-yeah,” I replied, gulping.

I had to lean toward him, as he seemed too afraid to meet me halfway. I parted my lips as I neared his muzzle, and he slowly parted his. I felt his breath on my lips before I connected them, his teeth already parted to accept my tongue. His tongue met mine, and encircled one another in a sort of dance, a slimy and wet tango. I mimicked Blossom, stroking his cheek, and tasted him. Mint. It was nice actually. I sucked on his tongue, and we moaned into each other’s mouths. I kept getting lost in the moment, but I retained enough of myself to remember her.

I parted from Synary, leaning toward Blossom, our lips colliding as she mashed hers against mine. I was too in the moment to care, just reciprocating her tongue’s request for entry. After repeating the steps, our tongues writhing over each other, her body began to press closer to my own. I could feel her warmth mix with my own, but despite the combining of my and her heat, it still felt cold. I parted from the kiss, surprised to hear her whimper, and I turned back to Synary. He finally appeared to unshackle himself of his shyness, and he met my lips before I had a chance to close the gap, moaning as our tongues touched.

I made out with Synary, broke our kiss, and then made out with Blossom. Their saliva mixed in my mouth like the world’s most erotic milkshake, and left my mouth tasting bizarrely of some flavor of ice cream. Beneath me, I felt my cock engorge, becoming thick as it left its sheath. I spreaded my hind legs and rose up slightly as my meat dangled beneath me, throbbing in eager anticipation of what was surely to follow this. At some point they maneuvered onto their sides, and whoever I wasn’t kissing had their mouth on me in some fashion, either suckling my nape or licking the sweat off my coat. Disgusting in any other context, I’m well aware, but their hungry lust made my cock leak pre beneath me.

A while after, I felt something fleshy and hard press into my side. Synary’s cock. He was ready, for, well whatever was to come next. His little thrusts were more akin to a grind, but I could tell he was attempting to show restraint. Blossom meanwhile, evacuated her touch from my body, and snaked them down below. I whimpered into Synary’s next kiss as my dick became almost painfully hard, desperate for their touch, or something more…

“I-I think we’re ready,” I declared, my voice shaking, out of breath.

“We’re all gonna pop our cherries at the same time, right?” Blossom asked, and for a second, I stopped thinking about pleasuring my penis… ironic really.

“How?”

“Easy.”

Synary’s breath on the back of my neck sent tingles all down my spine, and Blossom’s cunt exuded a warmth I could feel on the tip of my twitching rod. We all laid on our sides, hooves wrapped around each other, spooning. Over my shoulder, Synary pressed his erect dick against my backdoor. Admittedly, I’m a tad anxious about taking something back there, but if the stallions in father’s magazine could find something pleasurable about so can I. Meanwhile with Blossom, my cock pressed against the puffy lips of her slit, a mere inch away from submerging my stallionhood into her sex. The anticipation was excruciating.

“Ok, both of you guys, at the same time okay?”

“Right.”

“Y-yes.”

“Okay, when I say ‘zero’, go,” Blossom informed, and we grunted in compliance. “Alright. Three… Two… One… Zero!”

…

Oh sweet, Celestia I held my moan in my throat, trying to process all the feelings at once. The tight, moist, warm twat I had penetrated only an inch was truly the peak of all my pleasure thus far. Yet, Synary proved overzealous in his initial thrust, and several inches of his cock entered within me and bumped into something truly special. I didn’t know which of the two was better, but all I knew was that pleasure had rendered me paralyzed. Synary’s head pressed into the back of my neck, and I heard him release something akin to a yelp, and he pulled back his twitching cock slightly; the girthsome shaft throbbing within me made me feel strangely content, and full. Blossom’s pussy clenched around what little of my dick was within her, the virgin cunt was hungry, and it was almost as if she attempted to swallow more of my shaft with only her honeypot. Out of the three of us she was the first to do anything, looking over her shoulder to lock lips with me, another inch of me embedding within her. If it were not for the initial shock of it all, I probably would have thrust my entire length within her.

“S-stop, please. Both of you,” I requested, my jaw locked tight.

“W-what? Am I hurting you?” Synary asked in concern.

“What’s the matter, Silver?” Blossom pulled away from me, her slight bodily movements causing me to seize up.

“J-just wait a minute.”

“Why?” Blossom asked, her brow arched.

“I’m right on the edge,” I admitted, giving her a meek smile.

“Y-yeah, me too, actually.”

“How? We just started.”

“Virgin,” me and Synary said in unison, straight faced.

“Ah, right…” she paused, before giggling, prompting me to inhale through my teeth. “Right, right, sorry.”

“We’re not virgins anymore,” I stated, grinning awkwardly.

After several minutes, which was passed with small talk (as our attempts at dirty talk rendered Blossom in a fit of laughter, and Synary catatonic.), we continued. I slowly filled more of Blossom’s velvet canal, her long drawn out moan followed the pushing of my hips. I felt her walls spread apart as more of my cock filled her, the tight hole clenching around my shaft. Meanwhile, I felt Synary pull several inches of his member out of me, the thick underside of his cock brushed against my prostate, and I groaned into Blossom’s neck.

I couldn’t pull out of Blossom whilst Synary was hilted within me, and soon we adopted a rhythm. He left me, and then I left Blossom, and when Synary slammed back inside I plunged back into Blossom’s folds. Blossom was the loudest of us, me and Synary grunted behind closed lips. I don’t know about Synary, but being a teenage colt heavy with hormones, I had to give it to myself whenever I could… even with my parents in the next room. Being quiet was a necessity. So I guess now it was just force of habit.

As our pleasure increased, as did the speed of our thrusts, and the volume of our moans and groans. Synary, probably without even thinking, wrapped his hooves around my stomach; his hips colliding with my flank with increased speed and force. He was soft at mostly everything else, but here and now, he was thrusts were like punches. Fitting actually, considering my grunts. Blossom was a whole beast. She turned at some point to face me, and try as I might, when I pulled out to thrust back in she plunged down my shaft to the hilt; moaning into my mouth as we kissed.

At some point, I felt something swell within me. Synary huffed and panted into the back of my neck, not as much of his erection left my tight hole, but his thrusts were faster and harder than before. I found it harder to fuck Blossom due to the barrier of Synary, but she could do better job of fucking than I could. Under my arm and wrapped around my shoulder, she pulled herself up and down my cock, which was slick with her own honey from her pot. In the good sort of way, I was essentially being used by this point to fulfill both of their lusts. Not that I minded. I was being plenty filled by Synary, and I gained exquisite pleasure from filling Blossom.

Synary’s grip tightened, and as I broke from Blossom’s lips to look over my shoulder, he was quick to lock his lips with mine. I felt his thrusts stop, and his body went still, but his appendage certainly did not. I physically felt the tip swell within me, and a new warmness filled me. His meat swelled, and with every throb I knew what was filling me. As his meat hose pumped his cum, Blossom still kept pumping my cock out of her sex, her walls seeming to milk my entire length as she did so. She, alike Synary, wrapped her hooves tightly around me; coiling next to Synary’s.

I was close to climax. I wouldn’t call Blossom a psychic, but she appeared to know this… or she was close too, and was just impatient. She used her grip on me to effectively ride my cock, despite being lain on our sides. It was still during Synary’s afterglow that she hilted me inside of her, my tip hitting a barrier of sorts at the back of her pussy, and she practically cried; throwing her back her head and tightening her grip around me as her love canal spasmed around my shaft. Finally, it was her subtle presses around my rod that tipped me over the edge. I felt my stallionhood flare, spreading her walls despite how tightly she held me, and unload my seed into her wet cunt. It was the strongest orgasm I ever had, firing loads of ropes, my erection becoming stained with a lewd concoction of cum and her twat’s nectar. The next few minutes were silent apart from our breaths, which steadily died down after a while, but they both remained close enough to me that I felt their exhales on my neck and face. Even longer passed, and a profound realization hit me. My ass felt full, both with Synary’s dick and his seed, and my cock felt sticky. I could feel their sweat on my chest and back, and there was a distinct smell in the air…

“I know what we just had was amazing and all that. But geez, cleaning up is going to be a pain in the ass. Why did no one ever tell me about this part of sex?”

“Because it’d ruin the mood,” Blossom shrugged, cozening up close to me.

“Yeah, well, let’s hope this room has an adjoining shower. Or else we’ll be leaving two trails of cum behind us and reek of sweat when we leave,” I griped.

“We probably could. I don’t expect anypony is going be awake in the morning. You’ve seen the state of this party,” she curled her lip, looking into the corners of her eyes, as if in thought.

“W-we’re not going to actually do that, right?” Synary asked, worry clear in his voice, although I did feel him press his chest into my back; his muzzle on my neck.

“No. She just likes the attention, or at least the threat of attention. Isn’t that right, Blossom?” I asked knowingly, grinning at her.

“I’m not even going to pretend to deny it,” she shook her head, baring teeth in a half smile.

“See?” I glanced at Synary.

“D-doesn’t that make you a bit of a hypocrite?” Synary jutted with a reluctant tone.

“W-what?” I stuttered, looking down at Synary as he rested his head on my shoulder.

“T-that night in the park. That was kinda risky…” he trailed off, and despite how bashful his tone sounded, a suspected

“That’s different! I wasn’t doing it because I enjoyed it!”

“You sounded like you did…”

“Y-yeah, I mean, I was. But…”

“Well, he’s got you there, Silver,” Blossom chortled.

“You both teaming up on me?!” I exclaimed in pseudo shock, grinning.

“Nothing wrong with friendly fire,” Blossom replied coolly, and I saw her share a smile with Synary.

“Yes! Yes there is! It’s a grievous offence!”

“Be outraged later when you’re not in me, and he’s not in you,” she finished softly, closing her eyes as she pressed her head under my chin.

“Fine,” I smirked, sighing with a smile.

I planted a kiss atop Blossom’s head, and she reciprocated with an approving hum. Synary, whose angle made such a thing difficult, I simply wrapped my hoof around him and gave a tender squeeze. I did the same with Blossom, and pulled her closer to me. Their bodies were warm, and I might have been too hot, but I didn’t care. As cheesy as it sounds, the distant noise of the party seemed to fade out, and all I could hear was their breathing. I almost want to... nevermind. This moment, just here, with them. It was...

It was nice.