Horsedong Shimmer

Horsedong Shimmer 3

A Clopfic by FuzzyFurvert

Music is magical. It has a sort of ritualistic structure that can guide a person, or group of people, to a state of mind that washes away the rest of the world and all its pains and difficulties. Of course, if you are also a student at Canterlot High, music also has the ability to transform you in a floating, glowing young adult with pony ears.

Which is neat.

Unless you are Sunset Shimmer, in which case you also get a massive horse-esque donger along with the cute little ears. Which is considerably less neat. At least to Sunset it was less neat. Her band mates, however, were having a field day with that fact.

“Oh yes, I kept it!”

“Really, darling? Is that...sanitary?”

“Sure is! I made it into a balloon animal and then we washed it!”

Fluttershy smiled and nodded. “Pinkie even bedazzled it for me, so now I have Sunset’s condom full of pony semen twisted into the shape of a pony waiting for me to snuggle at home with the rest of my stuffed animals.”

“That’s pretty impressive, honestly.” Rarity giggled, pressing her fingers to her lips in a futile attempt at holding back her laughter and growing blush. “When I brought Sunset off in the bathroom, she gave me a good coating, but it wasn’t nearly enough to fill a water balloon. And the way Pinkie describes things, Sunset’s grown even more massive than she was then. Perhaps I should try taking care of her little problem tonight after practice?”

The speakers next to them let out a screech of sound, startling everyone in the garage, except the holder of the lead guitar, Rainbow Dash. She struck a pose and jabbed a finger at the other Rainbooms. “Ladies, we are here to play, not talk about Sunset’s weirdo horse bits. So take your spots and let’s rock this out!”

Amid the admonished grumbling of her friends, Sunset shot Dash a thumbs up and a wide smile. “Thanks, Rainbow. It’s a little uncomfortable to have that sort of discussion in here. We really should be focusing on nailing this new song. We’re so close!”

“That’s the spirit!” Rainbow raked her pick across the strings of her instrument, letting out another loud screech. “I want to get this done! And besides, they already had their turns with your horsedong, Sunset. It’s my turn now!”

“You mean ‘our turn,’ right, Dash?”

Rainbow jumped, and spun on her heel in surprise to face Applejack. “Uh...yeah, our turn. You and me and Sunset’s peepee. Tonight.”

Applejack arched an eyebrow at Rainbow before glancing at Sunset and smiling apologetically. “Don’t mind her none, sugarcube. Dash seems to think her lead position in the band extends off the stage and let’s her get away with things. We,” Applejack emphasised the word with a quick look back at Rainbow, “were gonna ask you if you wanted to come on over tonight. Having you over for some fun would be nice, horseschlong or not.”

“Yeah, but a horsedick would be cool though, ‘cuz I’m not gonna let Pinkie keep the size queen award for long.” Rainbow smirked and spun back around to face the mics set up to catch her playing and singing. She adjusted herself slightly, not so subtly at all angling her hips so the whole band could see how her flashy athletic pants hugged her every curve. “Alright! One, two, one two three four!”

Music is magical, especially when practiced to perfection by those with a passion for it. No sooner than the drop hit, so did the glowy, floaty, part of their jam session.

“Thanks, Pinkie!” Rainbow Dash high fived Pinkie Pie and smirked down at Sunset’s skirt. The former pony had worn a layered skirt along with that punky studded leather vest, which was probably because Sunset expected this to happen. The look on Sunset’s face was a mix of mild horror and resigned disgust, as the angry red head of a horsedingle stuck out just past the skirt flap. “What did you show her with brain-merge-magic-thingie?”

“It’s a hyperform of empathy, actually.” Sunset mumbled, tugging halfheartedly at her skirt to hide her larger than before tent pole.

“I shared the concept of gaping after your pet alligator goes looking for a piece of gator kibble under the blankets and you went to sleep without underwear again because you were up late masturbating furiously to pictures of your bestest friends and the smell attracted Gummy down to your secret tunnel!” Pinkie nodded matter-of-factly.

“Uh...remind me to wear an extra pair at the next sleepover.” Rainbow Dash grimaced and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Roger Dodger Wilco!” Pinkie Pie saluted Rainbow, a wide grin splitting her face. Then she spun around and leaned toward one of the garage walls, the overhang of her curly hair casting her in shadow. Pinkie continued on, in a wholly serious tone. “Just to be clear, Sunset got a stiffy from experiencing how much that aroused me, not from actually being aroused by the idea of an alligator getting all up in her secret tunnel.”

“Pinkie?” Applejack lifted her happy and scratched her forehead. “Who the heck are you talking to?”

Pinkie straightened up, turning back to her friends and flashed them her usual carefree smile. “Just giving a quick PSA!”

“But...but we all understood what just happened,” Fluttershy looked around her nervously at the rest of her friends, “right? Who would the PSA be for?”

“They know who they are!”

Sunset, after a moment more of fidgeting with her skirt, gave up with an exasperated sigh. “That weirdness aside, it has gotten bigger. Again. If this keeps up at a steady pace, by the time we finish hammering out the kinks in the new song, I’m going to need to start wearing floor length skirts!”

“I’ll draw up some designs, darling!” Rarity pushed her way through the others to stand in front of Sunset, a fashion-thirsty twinkle in her eye. “When can I have you over for a stuffing?”

“Don’t you mean a ‘fitting?’” Sunset arched an eyebrow at Rarity, hands on her hips as she watched the other girl struggle to not look down.

“Y-yes...of course...a fitting. For clothing.” Rarity chuckled softly, fanning herself with one hand. “That’s what I meant.”

“You can get Sunny’s D later, Rarity!” Rainbow throw up her hands. “It’s Applejack’s and my turn tonight. Now everyone pack up, I’m craving hot dogs and the usual place closes soon.”

One cleaning montage and trip down a drive-thru later, Sunset found herself riding bitch in the cab of Applejack’s old pickup truck. She was sandwiched between AJ and Dash, rocking back and forth with the motion of the truck as Applejack drove them toward her family farm. The seat was comfortable, but lacking an armrest on either side was a little distracting. She wasn’t sure what to do with her arms. If she just let them hang, her hands would get squished. If she folded them, she’d rock around harder with every bump or curve the roads outside Canterlot City threw at them. She could let them rest, in her lap, but that would get in the way of the slow handjob Dash was giving her. So instead, Sunset opted to let her arms drape over the back of the seat where their instruments were stored for the duration of the trip.

Sunset rested against the seat, glancing nervously out the windows and then back at the blue hand gliding up and down her length smoothly. She wasn’t certain, but this was maybe illegal. At least it wasn’t Applejack doing it. Adding on distracted driving to the list of potential offenses was one thing, but this way didn’t overly add to the endangerment of their lives. Sunset glanced at Applejack, but the girl was totally focused on driving, her eyes on the road ahead and hands on the wheel except when flipping the station on the radio. Dash was paying even less attention, somehow. The hand not involved in tickling the underside of her shaft was propping up Dash’s chin with the elbow on the door frame. Dash looked barely awake, gazing out into the darkness with the glazed over expression of someone with a belly full of loaded hot dogs.

For being on autopilot, Sunset had to admit Dash gave really good hand. It must be all the practice the girl had at working the neck of a sick electric guitar. The way Dash’s fingers pressed here and there before moving on certainly felt like the girl was playing some song via pure muscle memory. Sunset bit her lip, tightening her abs a little when Rainbow reached the underside of her flared head and the bundle of nerves there. An illicit handy in the truck was awesome, but given her levels of secret sauce production, the prospect of cleaning the cab was enough to make her want to hold back her load for a change.

Sunset groaned, her dong twitching as she fought back another spasm. The pressure was building again. If it kept up at this rate, she was going to transform back to normal in record time. She tightened up more, pushing the thought of the eventual release out of her mind. She thought unsexy thoughts. She reminded herself that their hot dog dinner was once rumored to contain horse meat. She pictured Rainbow Dash swallowing the alleged horse meat whole, like a snake taking another snake down its throat like totally normal snakes do.

Her dick jumped again. Okay, bad thought...try something else! Sunset bit harder at her lower lip. Goddess above but this feels good...there’s no rush...just a constant build up! I’m going to literally cum buckets. Sunset growled, low in her throat and wished the trip was closer to done. She didn’t know who would be on the receiving end, or how, but they were definitely going to need a shower afterward.

No! Sunset shook her head, her horsedong shaking too. This is weird, freaky magic stuff, Sunset! Don’t lose your head just because it feels good to bust a nut! There’s no telling how things will go, and everytime this happens, it’s a little different. Whatever forces are at play here haven’t stabilized. And who knows...maybe this same magic is responsible for making all your friends into sex freaks that really want your giant cock?

Sunset glanced at Rainbow again. Could her magic horsebits be influencing the humans? Rainbow and Applejack apparently had a previously established and totally hidden relationship, the same as Pinkie and Fluttershy, so it couldn’t have just now come into being, right? I mean, I’m not so oblivious as to miss a relationship between them the whole time I’ve known these girls, right?

She swiveled her eyes over to Applejack, watching the girl deftly pilot their vehicle through the darkening evening as nighttime rolled in on top of them. Applejack looked like she always had, a staunch, down-to-earth girl with a strong sense of duty and tradition. The bass playing lesbian angle was almost as unlikely as the whole ponying-up and gaining superpowers thing. She wears it well, at least. Sunset mused. How she can hold Rainbow down long enough to have any fun is still questionable. Images of Applejack doing just that and managing to keep a grip on her at the same time filled Sunset’s imagination, making her horsedong jump again, hard enough to completely leave Dash’s hand this time.

Applejack’s attention snapped over to them in that moment and she scoffed. “C’mon Rainbow, don’t tell me you can’t handle all Sunset’s packing before we even get naked? I thought you claimed to have the best fingers in the state?”

“I have the trophy to prove it. Got it when I fingered your m...” Rainbow Dash slurred, prying herself away from whatever fantasy she’d been lost in. She rolled her eyes and snagged Sunset’s dick hard enough to make the redhead flinch. “You know the worst part of hanging out with Applejack, Sunset? I can’t make ‘yo momma’ jokes. Like, I have sooooo many and she’s all smug and immune to them!”

“I bet you got that trophy from your mom.” Applejack barked with laughter, one hand coming off the steering wheel to grab Sunset’s cock right below Dash’s hand and squeezing hard enough to make Sunset’s eyes bug out. She smirked at Sunset, nodding her head at Rainbow. “Meanwhile, I ain’t got to hold back, which is a good thing ‘cuz Dash’s ego always needs to come down a peg or two.”

“At least I know how to actually finger a guitar.” Dash’s hand stroked up Sunset’s horsedong, fingers pressing tight against the underside of the head and pinching.

“Are you besmurchin’ my bass playing?” Applejack’s hand glided down to the base, her fingers coiling around the shaft like a noose.

Yeah...these are the girls I know. Sunset groaned loudly, her hips bucking up uncontrollably into the two fists holding her. “Um...not to come between you two, but if this keeps up, or we hit a pothole, I’m going to cum between you two.” Sunset emphasized her point by pushing out a clear bead of precum the size of a marble. It rolled over her cockhead and down the ridge of the glans until it reached the crease of Dash’s pointer finger and thumb, pooling there.

Applejack blanched. “Aw, not in my truck! Rainbow, if she so much as spills a drop on my upholstery, it’s coming out of your hide!” She released Sunset, both hands once again on the steering wheel in time to take another gentle curve around the hills outside the city. In the distance, between the orchard trees, the lights of the distant farm house that marked their final destination came into view.

“Mine?” Rainbow grumbled, her own hand coming off Sunset and trailing a thin string of clear goop. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked herself where the viscus precum was flowing down over her knuckles. Dash’s eye widened a little and she glanced down at what she was consuming in mild surprise. She turned her hand over, chasing down a stream making its way along her palm. She ran her tongue wide over the whole of her hand, forcing the tip between her splayed fingers to hunt down every scrap, every droplet of Sunset sauce.

Applejack snorted with laughter again and shot a shocked Sunset a wink. “You gotta admit, there is a reason why she’s on lead vocals. I’ll give her that much credit.”

Sunset nodded mutely, watching Rainbow suckle her fingers clean. Her horsedong bobbed along with the ride, the skin an angry red with need. She was right on the edge, she could feel it, but with both hands gone, there was nothing coaxing her over the finish line. Sunset bit her lip, choking back the built up pressure. Idly, she wondered if this was what literal blue balls felt like. Note to self: consider apologizing to Flash at some point. This sucks!

The discomfort was sharp and acute, especially contrasted with how otherwise comfortable and turned on she felt. A smaller, lonesome bead of pre formed at the tip of her dong, sadly rolling down to underside of the head where Sunset felt it cling to the shaft and inch down toward her crotch with each rise and fall of the country roads. By the time they reached the parking area in front of the Sweet Apple Acres’ farmhouse, the tacky fluid was cool to the touch and her hardon was mostly calmed back down to its usual proportions. Sunset frowned at her dick and it seemed to frown right back at her. It looked slightly wilted, almost like it was sulking after losing the attention of two athletically inclined girls.

How did this thing come to dominate my life in such a short amount of time? Sunset toyed with the hem of her skirt, her massive horse penis bobbing up and down. It’s almost like my friends have forgotten I’m a girl.

“So what’s the dong life like?”

“Huh?” Sunset looked up, at Rainbow’s question, roused from her thoughts. Dash was sitting next to her still, the truck cabin’s interior light on as they waited for Applejack to check the house for the whereabouts of underage little sisters and easily agitated grandmothers. Sunset shook her head and sat up, pulling her skirt back into place and forcing her stallionhood to sit on the seat between her legs. The tip reached the gear shift, just past her knees, pressing against it gently.

Rainbow rolled her eyes. “What’s like having a dick, obviously?” She gestured with a sweep of her hand. “Like...does it feel good? What does busting a nut all over Rarity even feel like? Or filling up a condom in Fluttershy? C’mon, Sunset, gimme the deets while we wait.”

“Er…” Sunset looked down at the once foreign piece of anatomy attached to her crotch, “it feels good. Great, even—if I’m honest. It’s like an explosion, I guess. But a cool one, if that makes sense?” She shrugged, mouth working silently as she tried to find the right words to describe the sensations she’d experienced so far. “It’s hard to say what it’s like...like, can you imagine having a orgasm outside of yourself?”

“What?” Rainbow sat up a little straighter. “What does that mean? I just want to know if it’s better than getting stuffed?”

“It’s...like, the same?” Sunset groaned. “The intensity is the same, the afterglow is the same, it’s just like getting all of the orgasm in one moment of amazing-ness. It’s weird, but not in a bad way. I just wish my dick wasn’t the reason why I finally got invited to the fun after school activities!” She leaned over to Rainbow Dash and raised an eyebrow. “Speaking of which, just how long have you and AJ been...you know?”

“Well, remember back before the school was being turned into mindless zombies?”

“You’re gonna need to be more specific.”

“The time you did it.”

“Oh.”

“So...yeah.” Rainbow smirked, her cheeks flushing gently. “After Princess Twilight helped us all get back together, Applejack and I got really back together. You’d never suspect her of being such a huge lesbian dominatrix.”

“I know, right!?” Sunset laughed, slapping her thigh. She’d thought the same thing earlier. Applejack just came off as so straight laced, that it just seemed weirdly out of character for her, but it fit so well at the same time. Applejack being a dominatrix fit with her personality as well as…

“Wait.” Sunset froze, mid-chuckle. “Dominatrix?”

“Yeah! Just wait until you see her custom leather gear!” Dash squealed girlishly, shaking with excitement. “This is going to be awesome!”

Before Dash could explain further, Applejack reappeared with the all-clear signal in a timing coincidence that could only happen in examples of bad writing on the internet. “Let’s go! Granny is sleepin’ and Bloom is over at Sweetie Belle’s place for a sleepover.” Applejack grinned. “Mac said Granny took her pills too, so nothin’ short of a bomb is going to wake her.”

“Sweet!” Rainbow pumped her fist in the air, then took Sunset’s hand, hauling the girl out of the vehicle in record speed.

In no time flat they were all inside and up in Applejack’s bedroom. Applejack’s completely normal looking bedroom. Given Rainbow Dash’s earlier comments about AJ being a dominatrix, Sunset had pictured padded racks and shackles with whips and riding crops on the wall. As it was, there was just Applejack’s lasso, coiled up and hanging limply from a peg next to the closet. Sunset frowned and swallowed in relief, unsure if she was disappointed or not. Rainbow, however once the door was closed, started stripping, peeling off her shirt and tossing it aside to reveal a toned, muscle-y back and a clear lack of even a sports bra. Sunset traced the line of Rainbow’s spine from neck to hips where it vanished into those flashy tight yoga pants and all of a sudden her dingle dangle wasn’t sad anymore.

It was happily pointing slightly up, the head full and engorged once more, Sunset’s skirt be damned. “Why do I even bother wearing clothes anymore?” Sunset sighed, but didn’t take her eyes off the expanse of blue real estate in front of her.

“That’s a good question, sugarcube.” Applejack came up beside Sunset and draped an arm over the girl’s shoulders, tipping her hat back. She nodded her chin toward the bed. “Why don’t you follow Dash’s lead, get out of those clothes and get comfortable while I get changed, hmm?” Applejack let out a sharp whistle at Dash. “I won’t keep ya’ll waitin’ long, but go ahead and show her the ropes.”

“Yes ma’am.” Rainbow answered, spinning on her heel and taking a seat on the bed. She threw back her shoulders and rested back on her elbows, her chest thrust out, darker blue nubs hard and pointing at the ceiling.

’Ma’am?’ Sunset gaped at Rainbow. She gaped at those defined abs, those bared barely palm-full sized breasts, and those firm nipples. Specifically, she gaped open-mouthed at the left one. The one over Dash’s heart, pierced with a bar of metal, the ends shaped like tiny apples. Sunset yelped when Applejack’s hand slipped off her shoulder and slapped her—hard—on the ass and pushed her forward until her knees bumped into Dash’s. Which pushed her phallus up against those abs, the head smearing a droplet of fresh precum up between Dash’s mosquito bite-sized tits.

“Be right back!” Applejack waved and stepped over to her bedroom closet. She opened the door, reaching up to pull the drawstring that switched on the lights before disappearing inside.

Rainbow smirked at Sunset, and shifted her weight to run her fingers along Sunset’s horsedick. Rainbow bit her lower lip, rolling it between her teeth while her hand slipped under Sunset’s skirt and cock until she was lightly grazing Sunset’s panties. “Heh, you’re just a wet girl all over. Applejack is going to like that.”

Sunset shivered, drawing her arms close and twiddling her thumbs. She sucked in a sharp breath when Dash brushed her mons and lips. She needed a moment to steady herself, widening her stance slightly, almost unconsciously. “So...now what? Do you tie me up...or what?”

Rainbow chuckled, pinching Sunset’s cotton panties out of the way and then plunging her middle finger into Sunset’s quim three knuckles deep. She worked it back and forth for a second, then hooked it, drawing Sunset’s hip forward and sitting up slightly at the same time. This forced the huge dick pressed against her chest to slide up over her left breast until the head was poking up past her chin. Dash kissed the flared ridge sweetly and inserted another finger into Sunset. “The ropes AJ mentioned are metaphorical, duh. Applejack could tie you up if you like that sort of stuff though. Makes me chafe pretty bad, personally.”

“Y-you mean...you’re n-not into that?” Sunset’s eyebrows both shot up, her surprise overriding the sensations coming from her pussy. “But you said Applejack was a dominatrix!”

“Yeah.” Rainbow rolled her eyes and nuzzled the dick rubbing against her. She grinned, looking up at Sunset and pulled out one wet finger to explore further back between the former pony’s legs. “It means she likes to be the boss in bed, not that she likes bondage. She hogtied me once, which looked hot, but I lost circulation in my legs really quick.” She chuckled again, low in her throat and ran her tongue down Sunset’s shaft when her roaming digits found Sunset’s rear entrance and started to circle it. “Applejack does like leather though, so if you were picturing something from those books that were based on the Daring Doo series with the rich guy that likes the kinky stuff, then you’re not completely wrong.”

“Then what did she want you to do with me?”

“Get you right up to the edge of cumming.” Rainbow smirked again, circling finger grazing over the rim of Sunset’s ass and burying it a knuckle deep. “And not an inch more.”

Sunset flinched, rocking forward a little in Dash’s grip. Rainbow added a thumb to the mix, scrubbing up against her clit and doing small circles, returning to kissing up and down Sunset’s throbbing donger. Each kiss more lingering than the last, the suction pulling at the taut skin. She was painfully hard already but now her girl parts were starting to clench and grasp at the digits invading her. Thanks to an overabundance of natural lubrication, Rainbow Dash's fingers were getting in deep and hitting all the right spots. Two became three, filling her even more as Dash worked her looser and looser.

Pulling her lips away from Sunset dick, Rainbow Dash flashed a grin. “You should probably get naked, Applejack likes her girls ready for her when she comes out in her leathers.”

Sunset nodded absently, mouth open and tongue hanging out. She fumbled at her vest with hands that didn’t seem to know how to work properly. It was taking most of her mental faculties to simply remain standing and not collapse into a drooling mess. Rolling her shoulders got the studded vest off her, dropping it to the floor while Rainbow was kind enough to use a free hand to unsnap the clasps that held Sunset’s skirt in place. Once that hit the floor, Sunset gasped sharply when Dash's blissful finger work stopped and she was suddenly left unstimulated.

“Going to need two hands for this.” Rainbow Dash sucked on her fingers clean, and bent over to help with the straps of Sunset’s boots.

“Oh come on!” Sunset growled, crossing her arms over and gripping the underside of her shirt. “I'm so close! Like...both ways!” Sunset yanked her arms up, pulling off her shirt and tossing it aside. She didn't even bother with unclasping her bra, she just grabbed it, hauling it over her head and fastballing it to the far corner of the room.

“That’s the point, Sunny.” Dash emphasized her point by leaning forward and blowing gently on Sunset’s exposed nipples. Then she yanked one boot off, sending Sunset’s dick and breasts wobbling as the girl fought to remain standing. “It's about getting you there but not crossing the line. Only Applejack gets to bring you across the line.” She smirked, her voice getting low. “We're going to see how long you can last, and to be honest, I wouldn't bet on long. But I think you'll be surprised by how long Applejack and I will be able to keep you hard without busting that horse nut.”

Sunset grimaced, bouncing from one foot to the next, until she was without footwear or socks—both items of clothing joining her bra and top in the corner. She stood nude, sun kissed skin and speckled horse dick free and unfettered with nothing but air between her and Rainbow Dash. Already she was feeling that pressing urge to cum, that building wave of pleasure, petering out and pulling back without direct stimulation. Rainbow smirked up at her, apparently on the same the wavelength and flopping back on the bed. The girl hooked her thumbs into those tight athletic pants, hips arcing skyward as Rainbow yanked downward, leaving the blue girl just as naked as she was. The last of Rainbow’s clothes joined Sunset’s; Rainbow spreading her legs and running her fingers over herself. Dash's pubes were an overgrowth of riotous colorful curls, each shade battling the others for dominance upon her venus mons, every hair a victory flag marking ground gained and no quarter given, all surrounding darker lips and a flush of slick pink in the very center.

Rainbow spread herself for Sunset, showing her bandmate one of her most personal spots. She bit her lip, chewing on it as her fingers mimicked the same move below. Sunset wasn’t the only girl in the room sitting right on the edge. The thought of Sunset’s horsemeat packed inside her was flooding her loins already. And judging by the filled condom-water-balloon-animal Fluttershy had brought to practice was any indication, she was going to be doubly flooded pretty soon.

“God,” Dash moaned, slipping two fingers inside without a hint of resistance, “I hope AJ lets me have all of you. Hearing all the talk from the others has had me in knots this week. Applejack hasn’t let me relieve any of that in days!”

“I suppose you have been good, Dash. I could probably let you take that dick, but not before I get in my licks.”

Sunset jumped, spinning on her heels to face Applejack. The farmgirl hadn’t done much more than strip herself, but was now sporting a black stetson, a matching open vest, and—somewhat stereotypically—assless chaps with a coiled bit of finely braided leather at her hip. Sunset forced a lopsided smile, hands going from her hips to crossed in front of herself and back again as she attempted to appear nonchalant. “A-a whip? Real-ll-ly, Appleja-ck? Isn’t that a bit m-much?”

“It’s not for you, sugarcube, don’t worry.” Applejack flicked the brim of her hat up and shot Dash a look. “It’s for girls that go touching themselves when they know full well I didn’t give prior permission.”

Rainbow pulled her fingers out of her honeypot, running them up over her belly and between her breasts, leaving a shiny trail of fluids. “Sorry, must have slipped my mind.”

“I know where your mind’s been.” Applejack nodded at the half-chub hanging limply from Sunset. “But it’s game time, Dashie, no more slip ups, got that?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Sunset looked back and forth from AJ to Dash, her mouth opening and closing, her voice catching in her throat as a series of quiet choking noises. She shook her head hard and grit her teeth, drawing in a deep breath at the same time. “Okay...okay...just what is going on here?”

Applejack rolled her eyes, cocking her hip to the side and folding her arms. “Dash likes to play hard, sugarcube. Nothing extreme, but she likes a little slap with her tickle, understand? And I like to get my way when the doors are closed and I ain’t out doing everyone else’s chores. We complement each other that way.”

“Yeah,” Rainbow piped up from the bed, “it works for us. We’re more in it for the fun, than the kink.” She shrugged, grabbing one of her tits in the process, kneading the flesh to make the nipple hard and dark. “I like a little denial on the side too. Makes things more intense, ya know?”

Sunset laughed nervously. “No?”

“Well, yer about to get a first hand lesson in how intense it can make things, Sunset.” Applejack grinned, spreading her arms and her vest in the process. She hefted one of Sweet Apple Acres’ natural grown wonders with a lightning bolt adorned piercing. “Dash’s been begging for you all week. Now sit.”

Applejack’s hand was a blur and there was a sharp crack from the whip as it came off AJ’s hip, grabbed a three legged stool across the room and dragged it back. Sunset yelped again as Applejack pressed her down onto it and took a step behind her. She tensed as Applejack’s hands gripped her shoulders, the thumbs kneading gently.

“Dash, this dick lookin’ pretty half mast. Stop muckin’ around and flip over.”

Rainbow giggled and rolled over lazily onto her belly. She spread her legs wider, looking back over her shoulder at Sunset. “One hard-on coming up, 10 seconds flat!” She reached back and slapped her own ass, making the one part of her body with appreciable levels of fat jiggle and sway. Then Rainbow parted that sea to show Sunset her other most personal spot and wink without using her eyes. “Guess which hole you’re gonna get to fuck, Sunset!”

“I...I am?” Sunset pointed back and forth from her dong to Dash’s ass. She grinned nervously, flushing and feeling warm. “There? Is it going to be safe...I’m pretty big...”

“You should see the size of Dash’s anal bead collection sometime,” Applejack drawled quietly behind Sunset’s head, “and the size of the beads. You’d swear they could pass for billiards on a string.”

Just to prove she could take it, Dash’s expert fingers attacked her puckered donut, slipping in as easily as they did her pussy. One, two, three knuckles. Two, three, four fingers at once, the whole time Rainbow Dash moaned like a cat in heat. In seconds, Rainbow’s blue o-ring was showing off its own glistening pink insides.

Sunset, meanwhile, gripped the sides on the stool seat for dear life, her nails digging into the wood finish. Her toes curled, trying in vain to grip at the floorboards while she watched Dash sexually attack her own butthole. She could feel Dash’s absolute need to cum radiating off the girl just from the way Dash touched herself. Her own need roared back at the same pace, horsedong swelling to its full size and slapping the underside of her tits. “I hope you won’t be mad if I stain this stool, Applejack.” Sunset groaned, biting her lip, and pressed her knees together. She fidgeted while Applejack held her firmly in place. “P-pr-probably going to splatter your bed canopy when I...when I...pop.”

“Hold it in, Sunny.” Applejack whispered, kneading Sunset’s shoulders. “Do that for me. Build up as much as you can in those magical balls of yers...wherever they are.”

“I suspect-t that I-I...I might currently act as a gateway to some extradimensional space of nothing but...hor-horse cum.”

“Magical pony dicks are fascinating, but utter nonsense, you know?” Applejack kept her voice low, one hand leaving Sunset’s shoulder to grab the head of Sunset’s horsecock like her truck’s stickshift. She ran her gloved palm over the knob, dragging her fingertips across the flared ridge of the glans. “However it works, just try to work up as much lather as you can summon, alright? I might’ve spent the whole week upselling Dash on how much spunk a real horse can squirt, so I don’t want to crush her dreams.”

“Sure.” Sunset gurgled in the back of her throat when Applejack’s super strong grip squeezed her horsenozzle. Her eyes rolled back and the room went dark for a blissful moment. When sight returned to her, she could see Applejack’s sheet of golden hair swishing past her face as AJ leaned forward, stroking down to her medial ring. “I’ll hold back...gotta do it for Rain...bow…”

“Good, now let’s really get that back pressure on up there, hmm?” Applejack paused, mid-bend, to plant a kiss on Sunset’s cheek before she kept going to take the whole of Sunset’s dickhead in her mouth. She clamped down on Sunset’s urethra with her thumb, bent over Sunset’s shoulder at her waist until she had the fist-sized head and couple of inches short of that bulging ring in the middle down her throat. Gonna need to tell Pinkie she don’t know what she’s talking ‘bout, Applejack thought to herself, cuz this tastes nothing like hay! Still good tho’.

Applejack sucked hard on Sunset’s horsecock, favoring power over anything subtle. She wanted Sunset to get right to the edge of climax and she didn’t want to spend all night getting there. She started bobbing her head up and down, at a medium pace, gently grazing the shaft with her teeth on the way up and letting her tongue lap on the way down. Applejack growled to herself, enjoying the feel of something other than plastic rubbing against her tonsils for a change. The shape was familiar, but the heat and taste were different. Sunset felt good down her throat, and the skirming Sunset was doing on the stool said she wasn’t the only one enjoying things so far.

Applejack went deep, pausing with her lips pressed to Sunset’s ring, and looked up at Dash. The blue girl was fit to be tied, rolling on her belly, legs twitching while both hands continued to work their way inside each available orifice. Rainbow was soaked and dripping. She could smell it over Sunset’s heady scent, like when she baked biscuits with cinnamon in the mornings before work. Both of her pets were close. She knew Dash could keep going for a bit, but Sunset was already hard as a flesh covered steel beam and hot enough to melt.

Applejack slipped off Sunset’s poolnoodle, leaving behind a bucket of drool and slobber. She licked her lips, stepping around Sunset and pulling the girl back to her feet. “There we go! All lubed up and ready to romp, right?”

Sunset nodded numbly, trying to restart the parts of her brain that controlled such things as breathing and heart rate. The part of her mind that wasn’t screaming about the hypothetical blue balls she was feeling was pretty certain those other bits were important somehow. She blinked, forcing the world into focus as she felt her knees hit the edge of the bed, Applejack’s gloves on the small of her back and the end of her cock. Sunset looked down and gulped. Rainbow was a sea of sweat sheened blue, perky cheeks spread to reveal a gaping hole that was just waiting to be filled with otherworldly equine sausage.

“S-sweet Celestia…” With AJ’s help, Sunset lined herself up, pressing herself against Dash’s ass. Even with the effort Dash’s fingers put in and the spreading, her tip was just too wide to slip in without punching the rim. Sunset let herself fall forward, bracing herself on the matress, hands on either side of Rainbow.

“Give it to me!” Dash howled, bending back to look at Sunset, upside down. “I want it bad, Sunny! I haven’t cum in a damn week, and I can’t let Pinkie think she can keep the Queen of the Deep crown forever!”

“You heard the girl, get at it!” Applejack laughed and slapped Sunset’s ass.

That was all it took to get the rodeo started. Ass gave way to dickhead with a little ‘pop’ sound and Sunset shot down like a missle until her built-in speed bump slammed into Dash. The medial ring slowed her decent, but it didn’t stop it. Applejack’s hand on her back helped, herding her onward until Sunset could feel those tight cheeks smooshed up against her waist. She got a blessed moment of pure peace, encased inside Rainbow Dash to the hilt. It was like velvet and cake and lava all at the same time. She was being clamped down on like a vice at the base while the rest of her was floating in the softest pit of fire ever. Felt so good, it hurt a little.

Then the bucking started in earnest.

Sunset moved, humping hard and fast. Applejack had asked her hold back, to build up her orgasm as much as she could, but in the moment—in Dash’s ass—she didn’t care. The white wave was cumming. It wanted out. Sunset wanted it out. She wanted it to flood down her horsedong and into Rainbow Dash. She was a horse semen dam and fit to burst. All it would take was one last push to go over the edge. The pressure coming from Rainbow’s o-ring was unreal, gripping down on her from her base to that medial ring of her own. Two fleshy doughnuts high fiving fast enough to send morse code messages the old fashion way.

Slap-slop, schlop-plop-slap, pop-pow!

Sunset’s hips quickly lost the beat, different parts of her twitching at too different intervals to keep up the rapid fire sex-text. Rainbow was hard doing any better. The blue girl was laid out on the bed, sheets crumbled under her as she grabbed and pulled at it, bunching it up in her hands, between her arms and body, even with her legs as she thrashed. Rainbow was a drooling, screaming, mess on the precipice of a long promised big-O. Eyes half closed and tearing up from both the pounding and raw need.

“G-g-g-got to...hold...bah-ack!” Sunset scrunched her eyes closed, shuddering violently more than humping, her hands locked on Rainbow’s hips (she couldn’t remember moving them from the bed). Inside and out, Dash was too hot to touch and too hot not to. “Ca-can’t!”

“You can let it go, sugarcube.” Applejack purred in Sunset’s ear, her hands coming around to cup Sunset’s tits and squeeze. “Give ‘er what she’s been waiting all week for.”

Sunset shuddered once more, then with the force of a thousand firehoses, all the splatter foalbatter gushed out and into Rainbow Dash’s wrecked rectum. The rush of euphoria was immense, washing away the discomfort and unkinking every muscle in her body. If it weren’t for being sandwiched between the two girls, Sunset’s knees would have noped out until she’d crumpled to the floor like a wet noodle. The magic released her a moment later, extra ears and hair vanishing in a soft crimson glow. Her cock too, but not before she got the particular feeling of it swimming in a sea of her own improbable juices.

The afterglow lasted for seeming ever, her mind only dimly aware of her body being guided gently down next to Rainbow Dash. Sunset barely registered the look of pure bliss on Rainbow’s face. She couldn’t find the energy to pay Applejack any attention as the blonde moved around. Her eyes refused to roll back into place. Her body refused to stop shuddering and jerking as the orgasm bounced and rebounded off her core. Sunset managed little more than a happy gurgle when she felt something warm and wet work its way expertly between her legs.

She did manage to give a thumbs up when AJ asked if she was okay with taking a strapped on toy. She wasn’t surprised that it was horse-shaped too. What was surprising was how good it felt no matter where Applejack seemed to stick it.

“Oh my Celestia…”

Applejack lifted her head off the pillow, sweat laden strands of hair hanging over her eyes. “What?” AJ smirked at Sunset, propping her chin on the back of her hand. “You lookin’ a little mind blown, there?”

“I’ve just realized,” Sunset wiped her own sweaty sex hair out of her face, “just now...that I’ve fucked all my friends. How? How? Is there something magical about my horse schlong that draws everyone to it? Have I messed with your minds without realizing it? I’m so confused, Applejack.” Sunset sighed, shoulder and chest heaving. “And...I kinda want to keep doing it. Does that seem normal to you?”

“‘Course it ain’t normal. You’re Sunset Shimmer, nothing is normal about you, sugarcube.” Applejack patted Sunset on the arm reassuringly. “We love you anyways though. I don’t know dick about you magicking our brains to like your dick, but it don’t seem like it. Horses or humans, we ain’t nothing but mammals. Mammals love fuckin’. And to be fair, I fucked you, sugarcube.”

Rainbow snored softly as her way of contributing to the conversation. It was very enlightening.

“Huh...yeah.” Sunset blinked slowly, blurry eyes focused on nothing in particular. “Thanks, by the way. I kind of needed that.”

“Think nothing of it.” Applejack rumbled, throwing an arm over Sunset and Dash. “Still owe me a good hard ride tho’.”

“Next week?”

They both yawned.

“Sure thing.”