Estrus For Two

The day had worn on like a snail trailing along the rail as Sweetie Belle had waited for the evening to come and the arrival of the train to Canterlot. Every minute had lasted an hour as she’d sat on the train’s bench seat, her pussy winking and her nerves on edge. She’d wanted nothing more than to be at the place, almost imagining the heat fading away. She’d wished she could speed time up.

But now, while standing before the desired building, her resolve vanished. Sweetie blushed as her eyes traveled over a neon sign of a stallion sitting on his rump, his hind legs splayed apart. She covered her mouth with a hoof as the neon light glowed down the stallion’s torso and over his balls, flaring up his massive stallionhood in bright red.

That rutting thing had sounded good according to her sister but how in tarnation was she supposed to have her way with a stallion? She knew nothing about it. She’d never even kissed yet. What if she did something wrong? What if she ruined everything? What if it would hurt? What if she had to speak to a stranger stallion and allure him? Of all of her friends, she’d always been the quiet one.

“Is something wrong, Sweetie?” Rarity asked, having noticed her sister’s sudden mood swing.

“I don’t think I can do it, sis,” Sweetie said, pawing the ground melancholically. “Maybe it would’ve been better if I stayed home.”

“Don’t speak such nonsense, darling. I know you have it in you. You’re my sister, the bravest and cutest pony in all of Equestria.”

“Don’t laugh at me.” Sweetie pouted.

“I’m not laughing at you. Remember how I got my collection burned and it was my turn to present it to an audience at Hoity Toity’s place? I thought my career was ruined and I was fainting on the couch when you came to me and said that you’ll buy me some time while I fetch another one from my boutique.”

“Yeah, I’d sung all the songs I knew and everypony got annoyed at me. I even had to come up with a stand-up show.”

“You see, Sweetie?”

“But it was me who burned it.”

“Ahmm...” Rarity wanted to say something but stopped herself just in time. “It doesn’t matter, Sweetie. What matters is that you went through all of that to help me. And you did fine. Everypony was talking about you and your talents.”

“Well, maybe you’re right, sis,” Sweetie said, half-smiling. “I handled a crowd, so maybe I can handle one strange stallion too.”

“I’m sure you can, Sweetie.”

Rarity opened her saddlebags and levitated two purple vials out of them. She swigged down the contents of the first one and hooved another over to Sweetie Belle. “Drink it,” the mare said.

“What’s this? Will it help with estrus?”

“No, but it makes sure you won’t get pregnant. Unfortunately, without conceiving a foal it also means that stallion’s sperm won’t help you to get rid of heat completely. We’ll have to visit this place a few times.”

“A few times? I thought one visit would be enough,” Sweetie said, discouraged. The sensation between her legs had become almost unbearable in the last few hours. “Can’t I just conceive a foal and never have this problem again?”

Rarity cleared her throat loudly. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Sweetie. You’re too young to have your own foal. Besides, it won’t do for a lady to get pregnant before her marriage to a pony she’s in love with. Remember, Sweetie, we’re just here to relieve some stress.”

Sweetie frowned. Why did adult stuff have to be so complicated?

“Just relax, Sweetie,” Rarity said, giving her sister a warm smile. “Estrus lasts two weeks at most. I think four or five visits would be enough to cover the whole period.”

“I don’t think I can survive even a day.” Sweetie gulped down the bitter liquid from her vial, wincing. “Yucky.”

“Oh, don’t worry, darling, there’s a lot of sweet treats ahead,” Rarity said, winking. She opened the door and walked into the brothel. Sweetie followed her.

The first thing that Sweetie saw after entering the building was a reception desk. A mare in her forties was sitting behind it, dressed in fine red clothes and generally looking very pretty for her age.

She greeted the sisters and looked down at Sweetie Belle. “Please show your flank, Miss,” the mare said.

Sweetie hesitated for a moment, then turned aside and raised her ass slightly, demonstrating her Cutie Mark to the mare.

The mare put on a monocle which, to Sweetie’s surprise, had three lenses shimmering with rainbow colors. The thing must have been enchanted. The mare stretched her head down and began to scrutinize Sweetie’s Cutie Mark, periodically poking Sweetie’s croup with a hoof. After a long minute of inspection, the mare seemed to be satisfied with the result and nodded to Sweetie that she could move on.

Rarity took a step to catch up with her sister as a hoof blocked her way. “You too, Miss,” the mare at the reception desk said.

Rarity lifted a brow. “You flatter me, darling. Do I look like a blank flank filly?”

“It’s just a formality, Miss. Please show your flank.”

Rarity shrugged and turned aside, presenting her three gems for examination. The receptionist mare stretched her head down again, exploring the mark for a few seconds, then straightened back.

“Come on in, ladies. Have a good time,” she said, then pondered for a few seconds before adding. “Please leave a comment in the guestbook at the end. It will help us to provide even better services for you in the future. Thanks!”

“What was that Cutie Mark check thing all about?” Sweetie asked as the sisters made their way down the corridor to the main hall.

“I heard some blank flank had slipped in with a fake Cutie Mark. I suppose they were forced to beef up their security checks in response,” Rarity mused. “I hope they won’t get shut down for it. I’ve really come to love this place.”

The first thing that caught Sweetie’s eye when the sisters stepped into the hall was a golden chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. Green gemstones, emeralds if Sweetie had to guess, encrusted in the columns of it glittered brightly, imparting a greenish color to the light falling on the marble floor.

The walls of white stone stretched out for many yards, making the building look larger than Sweetie had thought first, intricate patterns adorning every block of them.

The heroes of ancient times, their weapons up, held their ground on stained glass windows, ready to defend Equestria as they had a thousand years ago. If she didn’t know better Sweetie would think she was in the Princess Celestia’s castle, seeking her audience.

Feasting her eyes on the interior, Sweetie didn’t notice as a stallion had come up to them. He looked the part, charming and handsome in his suit, gold-spun and velvet. He had a silk blue coat that almost shimmered as it caught the light, his dark blue mane and tail perfectly coiffed and attracting the eye.

“Miss Rarity,” The stallion said, his voice calm yet full of devotion. He bowed to Rarity, then took her hoof in his own and kissed it.

“And this must be Miss Sweetie Belle.” The gentlecolt turned to the filly and bowed to her in the same manner. Sweetie’s body went tense and she would’ve been still for a long while if not for her sister’s prod to her side. The filly raised her hoof up, allowing the stallion to plant a light yet affectionate kiss just above her hoof. A flush of red showed on Sweetie’s cheeks.

“Night Light at your service. Please follow me.” The stallion turned around and led the way down the hall. They passed by door after door, each having a plaque with a red border on it and a caption ‘do not disturb’.

As they walked, their hoofsteps echoing through the tall hall, Sweetie, to her great shame, caught herself staring at the stallion’s two massive balls which she had a nice view of under his raised to one side tail. There was a certain etiquette everypony was taught since they were able to babble out their first words, and not gazing at ponies butts was the first entry on that list. And yet, Sweetie couldn’t help but feast her eyes on those two perfect orbs hanging between his hind legs like two ripe apples, just waiting for her to reach her hoof out for them. Her instinct told her – no, it cried to her that there was something important inside those balls, something that she should claim as hers and never give up.

Sweetie felt her pussy wink more vigorously than ever before, more of her juices trickling down her thighs and matting her fur and tail that seemed to have already plastered to her rump. With a great effort, Sweetie took her eyes off the stallion’s ass and tried to think of something that could distract her. She was thinking about her friends, what games they would play when she returned home. She was thinking about that new song she’d been struggling to learn. She hummed its tune. It seemed to help, but not a lot.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally reached a room with no ‘occupied’ sign on it. The stallion fumbled with a large set of keys for a few seconds before inserting the right key and turning the lock. The door swung open. “Please come in,” he said, stepping aside to let the sisters in first.

If the main hall reminded Sweetie of a castle, the room she had stepped in was nothing less than a princess chamber. Golden silk curtains with silver velvet ties accented the windows, matching perfectly with floral wallpapers and oak polished floors. A table covered with a pure white linen cloth stood in the center, big comfy cushions strewn around it. A gorgeous bed, the size of which Sweetie had never seen before, stood by the far wall, frames gilded, bedding pure like morning snow. By Sweetie’s estimations, the bed could fit smoothly half a dozen of ponies and more than a dozen if they huddled together. The walls were plastered with paintings, scenery and otherwise. One particular work caught Sweetie’s attention the most. It depicted vast green pasture merging into the cloudless blue sky at the horizon. Under a solitary maple tree a stallion was mounting a mare, nibbling at her ear tenderly, the wind swaying their manes.

“So how do you like this place, Sweetie?” Rarity asked.

“It’s comfy,” the filly replied in a cool tone. She wished she had a room like this one. Or at least the bigger bed.

“Over here, ladies,” Night Light said, helping the sisters to take their seats at the table. It took an effort for Sweetie to not blush again. She’d never got so much attention from anypony. He even plumped up the cushion for her. The most she’d ever gotten from a colt before was a tug at her mane from behind her desk. And it hurt like hell!

As Night Light walked aside to check the bed and that everything was in place, Sweetie took an opportunity to slide closer to her sister. She stretched her head out to Rarity’s ear, whispering. “Is he here to rut us?”

Rarity let out a petite giggle. “No, darling. He’s the holder of this place. He’ll arrange suited studs for us.”

“Oh,” Sweetie sighed, disheartened. Something about this gentlecolt tugged at her heartstrings though she couldn’t quite put her hoof on it. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself as if he was a prince having come from the pages of her favorite fairy tale. She found him pleasant to the eye too, high cheekbones and smooth fur. Though if the filly were honest with herself, she would admit that it was his hefty pair of balls she took a shine to.

While in the same condition, the sisters handled themselves in completely different ways. Sweetie, with the raging heat in her loins that found no other release but to drip off beneath her tail, was nervous and restless on her cushion. And Rarity, with years of practice to learn how to tame the urge to breed, was sitting straight and still on her seat as if the heat didn’t bother her at all, at least that’s what it looked like to an observer.

“I know you can’t wait to begin, but what about we get something to eat first?” Rarity said, examining the menu that for Sweetie seemed to be as fanciful and absurd as at any restaurant in Canterlot, most entries of which she couldn’t even pronounce correctly. “I’m always hungry like a hundred griffins before mating and a good drink wouldn’t hurt either. What do you say, Sweetie? I’ll order you one, too.”

Sweetie stared at the shining floor for a few seconds. “I don’t think our mother would approve of me drinking.”

“Worry about that when you come here with her,” Rarity said, shaking her head, still outraged by her mother’s negligent behavior. “You’re with me now, so I allow you one little drink. It won’t make you drunk but I guarantee it will help you relax a bit. Rutting while tense is the easiest way to ruin your experience.”

“Mm, okay,” Sweetie muttered. She never really wanted to taste the alcohol but the tension inside her grew with every second passed and she was willing to do anything to take the edge off.

Rarity slammed the menu shut with a thwack and turned to face Night Light. “Would you bring us two Ratatouille, Cauliflower Gratin and two White Plaisir?”

“Yes, Miss Rarity. Anything else?”

“That’s all for now, we’ll order studs later,” Rarity said.

“I’ll have servants bring everything for you.” Night Light bowed and walked out of the room, closing the door behind himself.

Sweetie exhaled a breath of relief as soon as she was left alone with her sister. “This estrus is similar to torture,” she groaned. “I never thought it would be so hard being with a stallion in the same room. His scent alone is making me wink like crazy. I think I’ve soaked the cushion through.” Sweetie sighed, leaning on the table and holding her head in her hooves. “I hope it’s easy to wash.”

Rarity gave her little sister a smirk. “Don’t worry, Sweetie. They’ll easily recover their costs. There are ponies who are willing to pay big money for a cloth soiled with mare juices.” She made a gesture as if bringing a cushion to her muzzle and sniffing in.

“W-why would anypony want to do that?” Sweetie stuttered, sliding away so that she could drip onto the floor instead of the cushion.

Rarity chuckled at her sister’s naive reaction. “I’m just kidding. If that was the case, I would’ve become a millionaire a long ago.” She winked at Sweetie knowingly. “I think we’ll have to ask Discord to open a portal to another dimension to get us a buyer.”

Sweetie giggled, imagining what kind of creatures they had to be to be enjoying a stained cushion a mare in heat had been sitting on and willing to pay for it.

The sisters continued joking around and talking about little things to relax. It helped Sweetie to loosen up a bit and she almost began to feel at home there.

A knock on the door interrupted their chit-chat and two unicorn stallions stepped into the room, elegant in their rich livery and, if anything, looking more like nobleponies at a gala than servants at a brothel. Sweetie could definitely understand why her sister adored such a place so much. If no prince would come to Rarity, she might as well come to princes herself and choose whoever she liked. Even if it cost her some bits.

The stallions walked up to the table and started to serve the dishes and beverages Rarity had ordered. Sweetie’s mouth began to drool as her nose caught the scent of seasoned stew and her eyes fell on the golden crust of crispy cauliflower. For the first time since morning, the filly forgot about her heat and just wanted to gulp down these delicious treats.

One thing, however, raised Sweetie’s suspicion – the glass of greenish liquid with a bit of apple on top of it. Sweetie couldn’t help wondering why it was called ‘White Plaisir’ when the contents of the glass were anything but white. It was far from being even half-full too. She took a sniff of the strange drink but threw her head back as soon as a strong smell of alcohol assaulted her nostrils. It smelled of apples too, though, and that was the only reason why she decided to have a taste of the drink. She lifted it up to her lips but before she could take a sip Rarity stopped her.

“Don’t rush off,” Rarity said, levitating Sweetie’s drink back to the table.

Puzzled, Sweetie watched the stallions get out two wooden tablets and set them on either side of the table, one before her and another before her sister. The filly took a glance at the strange appliance close to her, wondering what it could be used for. It was about fifteen inches long and a few inches wide. The upper side of it was padded with something soft resembling cotton covering.

The stallion serving Sweetie walked up to her and placed his hooves on either side of her tablet, rearing up. Sweetie wanted to ask what was it all about as, to her great shock, he thrust his hips up and forward, the girthy length of his stallionhood springing up in front of Sweetie’s eyes and landing down onto the padded surface, occupying it completely.

“W-what’s this?” Sweetie stuttered, her facial muscles trembled uncontrollably, her eyes wide. She slowly turned to her sister only to find the second cock lounged out in front of Rarity’s face.

“Mmmm,” Rarity hummed to herself, licking her upper lip and leaning in to take a sniff of the stallion’s strong musk. “This, darling, is a final ingredient for our cocktails. It is to be milked straight into the glass so the cocktail remained fresh and hot. I can assure you it’s the most delicious drink you can find in Equestria. Stallions here follow a special diet so their semen has an exquisite soft taste you won’t find anywhere else. Am I right, boys?”

The stallions nodded in unison.

Rarity placed her hooves on either side of the stallion’s cock next to her and pressed on it slightly, moving her hooves slowly along the length. Meanwhile, Sweetie felt as if her body turned into stone and all she could do was watch in awe as Rarity had her way with her stallion.

Bending over the table, Rarity lifted the heavy orbs up with her left hoof, fiddling the scrotum and massaging it, full of intent to wholly drain the stallion of his seed. The soft surface of her right hoof found its place on the stallion’s erect shaft and was making its way along the whole length, her grip firm yet gentle enough to make the stallion push up against her hooves despite endurance that his profession implied.

Rarity traced along the cock with a grace as if playing the harp, the stallion’s stuffed groans sweeter to the mare’s ear than any music. It wasn’t long before the first fruits of her labor showed up in the form of drops of viscous fluid assembling on the tip. Rarity leaned in further toward the cock so that her muzzle was brushing slightly against it and took a deep sniff of masculine musk. She opened her mouth wide and trailed the wide surface of her tongue over the stallion’s glans, sucking the salty treat in. The stallion’s cock throbbed and yet another droplet of precum squeezed itself out into Rarity’s eager mouth. “Delicious,” she murmured, reluctantly letting go of the cock, not wanting the stallion to shoot his load out before time. She wasn’t going to neglect etiquette. And drinking alone was definitely something that’s considered bad manners in high society.

The stallion serving Sweetie seemed to share that opinion as well as he shuffled slightly on his hind hooves, his previously fully erect member beginning to retreat back into its sheath due to lack of any frictions applied by the filly.

“Should I do it myself, Miss?” he asked Sweetie who was too mesmerized by her sister’s advance techniques of pleasing a stallion that forgot she had her own cock in front of her to be milked.

“I...” Sweetie wanted to say something but words failed her, the filly’s thoughts sprinting inside her head chaotically like parasprites trapped in a jar. When she had seen the neon sign at the entrance, her first thought had been that it was made that way just to attract more customers. She couldn’t even think that an erect cock might be that colossal in the flesh. What was she even supposed to do with such a broad tool? There was no way she could manage it without screwing something up.

Just as she wanted to give up and let the stallion do all the work himself, the warmth of her sister’s body pushed against her back. Hypnotized by the cock, Sweetie hadn’t noticed Rarity slide over to her. The mare was wrapping her forelegs around Sweetie’s shoulders now, tracing down until she met the upper part of Sweetie’s hooves.

“I’m sure Sweetie can handle it.” Rarity’s voice had a soft inflection to it as if milking a cock was the most trivial thing in the world. “Am I right, darling?” Rarity’s breath enfolded Sweetie’s ear, a warm wave of air tickling the skin under the filly’s fur.

Sweetie Belle found the strength to give her sister the smallest of nods as she observed the lengthy rod before her with a mix of trepidation and admiration, the stallion’s erection twitching and contracting as if it was a living thing operating distinct from his body.

“It doesn’t bite,” Rarity laughed, putting her hooves on Sweetie’s forelegs. The mare guided her little sister toward the cock and pressed harder on as she reached her mark, the filly finding her hooves trapped between the tender surface of Rarity’s frogs and warm pulsating flesh of the stallion’s meat.

Sweetie’s heart skipped a beat at an immediate response of the cock hardening under her touch, its veins bulging with blood. She bit her lower lip in a futile attempt to settle down the tingling sensation that returned to her pussy with renewed force. She squirmed and tried to slide back from the source of her fervency only to find Rarity’s chest pushing back against the back of her head. Rarity had a firm hold of the filly’s hooves, anchoring them around the throbbing shaft.

Pressed into her sister’s chest with no way to escape, Sweetie had no other choice but to admire the lengthy girth of stallionhood standing proudly before her. The warm flesh between her hooves reminded Sweetie of the comfy feeling of stuffed toys arranged on her bed for keeping her company during stormy nights. And though without a storm, this night had Sweetie stressed out, and having something sturdy yet soft to cling to helped a lot.

For a long moment, the filly’s eyes were fixed on the top of the cock, the flat tip staring back at her, speaking to the filly through a series of twitches and throbs. Sweetie’s pussy replied with an obscene squelching sound, inviting the stallion to get to know each other better.

The filly’s eyes agreed on that as Sweetie shifted her gaze down along the shaft, her hooves slowly examining every bump and vein she met on her way. She took a pause as her hooves reached the medial ring, the most exquisite part of stallionhood, Sweetie believed. And though it didn’t stand as gorgeous as glans or balls, Sweetie liked how its simple contour divided the stallion’s length into two parts making the cock look ever so intricate and enigmatic.

Sweetie finished her journey tracing her hoof along the smooth surface of the sack, hefting the balls slightly - not quite as big as Night Light had, Sweetie made a mental note - but still plump enough to drown her need in the flood of white. She wanted to play with the orbs more but found it difficult to bring herself to touch them further. They seemed to be the most fragile part of the package and Sweetie was afraid that she’d hurt them if she pressed harder.

By that time, Sweetie was certain that a stallion’s erect cock was the most marvelous thing she’d ever seen in her life. It even began to gall her that stallions and colts had been hiding from her their stiff treasure for so long. If she had known the way things stand, she would have long ago found herself a coltfriend and explored every inch of his flesh.

Though why was it standing so proud right now and how could she lure others out from their shelters? Could every stallion become so big or was it just the case with the ones working here? More and more questions emerged in Sweetie’s head as if she had just stepped into a new life, full of big opportunities.

“You’ve never seen an unsheathed cock before, have you?” Rarity asked, smiling. It was a rhetorical question. The filly’s bewildered reaction spoke for itself.

“When a stallion is aroused, his cock slips out of its sheath,” Rarity explained, her left hoof massaging the stallion’s sack while her right one did its best to steer Sweetie along the shaft. “And when a stallion’s aroused, it becomes much bigger than it was before.”

Rarity stopped to brush a hoof over her mouth, wiping out a trickle of drool. “Though I must admit these ones are indeed extraordinary huge. All the studs working here possess endowments bigger than that of an average stallion, I can say.”

While tracing her hooves along the shaft, Sweetie noticed a faint sequence of groans, strangely enough emanating from the other side of the table rather than from the stallion she was currently stroking. She turned her head and remembered that there was another stallion serving them who was supposed to be Rarity’s responsibility. And indeed he was given so much attention as to make his teeth clench and his hooves grab the tablecloth with relentless force.

A blue shimmering aura was encircling the entirety of his cock, stretching from the tip of his shaft to the base of his balls. The magic rubbed and stroked and grazed all the erogenous zones at once, making his cock look painfully stiff and his balls swollen with the need for release. But every time the stallion was at his highest peak to finally blow his pent-up pressure out of him, Rarity’s caress abruptly stopped and the poor stallion was left with nothing but a whimper of frustration and excruciating pain in his blue balls. Well, he must have known about all of the aspects of his job when applying for it, Sweetie thought. And still it hurt the filly to watch his agony.

However this didn’t prevent Sweetie from admiring her sister’s versatile talents and spectacular coordination that allowed her not only to help Sweetie with her stallion but also to be completely aware what was going on with her own, working on two cocks at once with the precision of a clockmaker. It reminded Sweetie how the fashionista dealt effortlessly with all those dresses flowing around her dazzlingly as if she was dancing the waltz, an endeavor where Sweetie failed miserably. Then again, Rarity was always somewhat of the epitome of heroine for Sweetie, a pony of many virtues and talents unreachable for others.

“Are you paying attention, darling?” Rarity murmured, drawing Sweetie’s attention to the matter at hoof. “You won’t learn anything if you have your head in the clouds.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Sweetie mumbled apologetically. “I’m listening.”

Rarity gave Sweetie a wink and continued her instructions. “The main rule here is to not hurry things along,” she said, positioning Sweetie’s hooves to the base of the cock. “You want as much of his special milk as you can get. So start with a slow caress. Let the pressure in his balls build first.”

“Like this?” Sweetie wrapped her hooves around the cock and dragged them up along the full length, her movements so slow as to barely exert any pressure at all. After finally meeting the glans, she positioned herself back at the base. If the filly’s ministration ended up having any effect on the stiff flesh, it wasn’t possible to detect under the mask of stone the stallion wore.

“Well,” Rarity started slowly, trying to choose her words delicately. “Not bad for the first time but I know you can do better.”

The filly pouted her bottom lip but nonetheless perked her ears up to soak up any knowledge her much more experienced sister could offer her.

“Imagine that you have to polish a door handle,” Rarity said. “You rub assiduously one spot before advancing to the next. While milking a cock, try moving your hooves up and down to get a rhythm going. Watch for the changes of the throbbings so that you could establish the best pacing. Also, don’t forget to keep an eye on a stallion’s expression. Even the ones with the best endurance in them can’t keep a straight face when it’s done right. Let me show you.”

Sweetie gave a small nod and Rarity began to guide her little sister’s hooves up and down along the stallion’s shaft. The two pairs of hooves worked on the cock as a whole, methodicalness of an adult combined with the enthusiasm of youth. It didn’t take long before they found the stallion’s unemotional demeanor turned into a silent cry for release. Unfortunately for him, the sisters had a different plan and a rather selfish one. They weren’t going to grant him a sweet release any time soon.

Encouraged by her success, Sweetie even found the courage to play with the pair of balls that now were nowhere near as tender as before. Instead, they were taut, the skin surrounding them stretched out and barely able to hold its contents in. The stallion’s erect cock was overflowing with transparent precum now and yet the sisters made sure that no droplet of his precious cream would leak out before it properly had boiled in his ballsack.

“I see you found it quite to your liking,” Rarity said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. She loosened the grip of Sweetie’s hooves, letting the filly do the majority of the strokings herself, only rarely interfering in the process when Sweetie took a wrong grip or got so excited by the sight of the throbbing cock before her that she threatened to let loose his white honey too soon.

The air in the room became stale with both mare and stallion scents and it assaulted Sweetie’s nostrils in a barrage of sizzling injections, sending pleasant sensations through her nose straight into her mind. The filly couldn’t help but drool over a flow of thick viscous liquid oozing from the stallion’s glans. She licked her lips hungrily as if she had found the sweetest nectar in the world. At that moment it definitely felt like that to her.

“Can I taste it?” Sweetie asked, not sure whether she was addressing her sister or the stallion.

Rarity smiled. “Go ahead, darling. Everything that comes out of the tip is paid for and it’s your right to enjoy it as you wish.”

Sweetie slowly lowered her muzzle until she was mere inches from the flat tip of the cock and took a full lungful of the musk radiating from it. The smell intoxicated the mind of the filly in heat.

Having no memory of how her mouth ended up pressing against the stallion’s cock Sweetie began to swirl her tongue all around the stallion’s tip, lapping up everything it could offer her. It tasted just as good as her inexperienced young mind had imagined – the strong virile taste of a sire that had a sour softness to it. Without a moment of hesitation her instincts told her that it belonged to a fertile specimen that was able to produce a lot of healthy foals.

“What do you think of it?” Rarity asked, observing her sister with a smirk.

“I need more.” It was the only answer that seemed reasonable to Sweetie at that moment. And more was she about to get. The filly’s tender tongue caressing the cock broke the last valve that had held back the pressure inside the stallion’s ballsack. With nothing to stop it, all the seed that had been denied its release for so long was about to rush up from its prison.

“Sweetie, he’s cumming,” Rarity said calmly the moment she saw the cock make its final throb, its tip beginning to flare wide. “Now take your glass and fill it with his seed. And try to not let anything go to waste.”

Rarity’s words had fallen on deaf ears. Sweetie was too mesmerized by the flaring tip before her to give heed to anything that didn’t involve any twitching or throbbing.

A thick jet of cum hit Sweetie’s muzzle like a gush from a firehose, so forceful and sudden that it made the filly stagger backward. Most of the stallion’s volley had hit her snoot, decorating it with thick white strands, some clinging to her fur, another hanging off her nose as if it was a bleached piece of exotic jewelry some zebra tribes wore. A portion of the stallion’s spunk also managed to rush through the filly’s agape mouth and straight all the way into her throat. The filly didn’t even have time to either gag or properly taste the viscous treat as her mouth muscles contracted involuntary, sending the dose down to her stomach.

Despite the fact that the stallion’s seed was hot as coals it shook Sweetie out of her trance like a bucket of cold water. She swung her head around frantically in search of the glass she was supposed to milk the stallion into. Panic quickly overwhelmed her at the prospect of spilling that precious essence she’d spent so much effort to lure out. Worst of all was the fact that she didn’t get to properly taste anything at all.

Just as first beads of tears at her fiasco began to congregate in Sweetie’s eyes, her blurred gaze fell upon Rarity, her dear sister who was always ready for coming to the aid of the hapless foal. The mare was holding two glasses in her magic grip, both the filly’s and her own. Not only had she succeeded in putting the glass under the white stream of the stallion who’d been serving Sweetie, she also managed to bring her own stallion to orgasm and put another glass under his bursting with semen cock at the same time.

Sweetie couldn’t help but watch in awe as spurt after spurt of delicious stallion cream crashed into her glass, blows so powerful as to splash the walls with big white blots. She began to understand why most beverage receptacles were made so tall.

The filly had counted seven powerful squirts before the torrent of seed began to fade, diminishing to a thin rivulet leaking out of the tip. By then the level of her drink became at least thrice as high as when it had been brought in, its color turning from green-apple into pure white, just as the ‘White Plaisir’ name of the cocktail had originally implied. In fact, it was so thick with stallion cum that Sweetie was sure she would never have guessed that there was a dose of apple brandy in there had she not witnessed the process of adding the main ingredient with her own eyes.

To Sweetie’s great frustration, the cock of her stallion eventually dribbled to nothing, a situation made more somber by the fact that her sister’s stallion let out one last powerful squirt before giving up as well and beginning to slowly retreat back to its sheath.

Rarity shook the cocks to squeeze the last droplets of cum into the glasses and only after making sure that the both pairs of balls were completely drained and empty did she set the glasses back on the table.

The mare levitated a fat pouch from her saddlebags to her stallion and tilted it. A flow of gold bits began to pour out of it onto the flat surface of the stallion’s hoof. She repeated the similar procedure with Sweetie’s stallion before putting the purse back in its place. The stallions thanked Rarity for the generous tip, bowed, picked up the tablets they had used to lounge their cocks on, and left the room in a slightly unsteady gait, closing the door behind.

“I see you managed to get dirty after all,” Rarity said, a wry smile blooming on her face. She trailed her eyes over Sweetie’s cum stained face, white threads still dangling from her nose and chin. “What a filthy filly. I guess I have no other choice but to clean you up.”

Rarity leaned in to Sweetie’s muzzle, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue. She dragged the wide surface of her tongue along the filly’s cheek and down to her chin, lapping up every drop of cum she made contact with, leaving Sweetie’s fur wet with her saliva. She closed her eyes as her palate met the mild yet potent taste of stallion orgasm.

Rarity’s grin widened as she moved to Sweetie’s snout, a place where the cum accumulated the most. She puckered her lips and kissed Sweetie’s nose gently, sucking the cum in and making the filly shiver from the tickling sensation. After gathering up every last drop of the cum in her mouth, Rarity pushed the treat down into her belly with a satisfying sound of smacking of lips.

“There now, much better. I can’t stand when a great source of protein goes to waste.”

“But it was mine.” Sweetie pouted.

“Well, it was your own fault that you spilled it. Let this be a lesson to aim a spurt for your open mouth have you failed to bring the glass to the cock. In any case, let’s move on to the meal while it’s hot.”

Sweetie instantly forgot her worries when her eyes fell on the steaming dish of juicy vegetables she couldn’t recall the fancy name of, the great lump of cauliflower with golden crispy crust, and of course the highlight of the meal – apple brandy blended with hot fresh stallion cream.

“Let’s toast to the day when a filly will become a mare.” Rarity raised her glass and clinked it against Sweetie’s, then brought it to her lips, took in a lungful of the beverage’s fragrance and began to drink.

Sweetie followed her sister’s example and took a long swing of her cocktail as well, the liquid burning her throat and making her muzzle scrunch. A host of flavors assaulted Sweetie’s taste buds. It was neither bitter nor sweet, just in the middle of it, the texture viscous yet soft like custard. She could definitely make out a hint of apple, and it wasn’t just brandy. The stallion’s seed had that delicate tinge to it too.

The drink had an intoxicating effect on Sweetie. Though she couldn’t tell whether it was because of alcohol or due to consumption of potent male essence directly inside of her. One thing was for sure: it was the most delicious thing she’d ever drunk in her life and she was afraid that she might become addicted to it. She tried to imagine what the colts in her class would taste like. Perhaps she should give it a lick or two after returning home, she thought.

Unable to resist it, Sweetie gulped down another sip and prepared to take another one as Rarity’s magic tugged at her glass and set it back on the table.

“Slow down, Sweetie,” Rarity said, smiling gently. “Take your time to enjoy it.”

Sweetie complied reluctantly, licking the remnants of semen off her lips, and redirected her hunger toward the vegetables, the least savory part of her meal and yet much more delicious than she could hope to taste at school or home.

Once again, Sweetie became convinced that good food and savory drink were able to turn even such a bad day as estrus into something more tolerable. More pleasant warmth filled her body as she took another swing of her cocktail. And though her pussy never ceased winking, the filly had found that she finally started to like the way things were turning out.

Of course, none of this would have happened without her loving sister. Sweetie was thinking how she could thank her, but unable to come up with anything better, she just slid over to Rarity’s side and, to the mare’s surprise, wrapped her in a big hug.

A knock on the door awakened Sweetie from a slumber. Burying her head deeper in her pillow, eyes still close, the first groggy thought that came to Sweetie’s mind was to answer to Rarity that she was intended on lazing about in bed for a little more longer. A strange feeling stopped her from doing so. The pillow she was basking in was too soft to be the part of a dream. And it was moving? Breathing even?

Sweetie snapped her eyes open and looked up. She was instantly met with her sister’s kind smile. The pillow she’d been sleeping on wasn’t a pillow. The last events bubbled up in Sweetie’s mind and she realized she must have fallen asleep on her sister’s chest.

“You’re so sweet when sleeping,” Rarity said. “I just couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.”

“How long was I out?” Sweetie rubbed the sleep from her eyes. A terrible thought occurred to her that she might have slept through the rutting thing and that Rarity had had her way with a stallion without her.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie. I haven’t done anything interesting without you.” Rarity patted the back of the filly’s head tenderly. “You were asleep about an hour. Not to say that I didn’t enjoy watching you make cute little snores, but I should thank Mr. Night Light for keeping me company and listening to my rambling.” She turned her head to the blue stallion standing nearby. “I must have bored you greatly.”

“Oh, not at all, Miss Rarity,” Night Light said. “There aren’t many new clients at this time of day and it’s always a pleasure to spend a break with a mare of sharp wit. Your knowledge of fashion is admirable and listening to your professional wisdom must be the most productive thing I’ve done in months. And I can say I already have quite a few ideas on how to improve our wardrobe thanks to your advice.”

As Night Light poured sweet words through his lips, shining with that dazzling smile of his, Sweetie’s winking pussy reminded the filly what she was doing at a brothel in the first place. Why did he have to be so charming? Sweetie could not get the thought out of her head. Perhaps it was due to him emanating that strange aura of masculinity that promised everything a mare could dream of – love, protection, consideration and of course long nights of hot sex with plenty of sweat and cum.

A clatter of dishes drew the filly’s eyes from eating the stallion up to a pagecolt, not much older than Sweetie, bustling around the table. He was gathering up the dirty plates and the glasses so thoroughly licked up that there was no trace of the semen-laced beverages they once held. Having stacked the dishes, the colt pulled out a spray bottle sporting a picture of a pine tree and began to shower the room with the fragrance of early spring.

Job done, he walked out of the room, leaving Sweetie painfully aware of just how much she’d reeked the place up. Her pussy was able to make the air stale with her scent just as much during sleep as it could while awake, ignoring the open windows and the cool breeze outside.

“Are you ready to order studs?” Night Light said after the last traces of Sweetie’s nap had faded away.

“What do you say, Sweetie? Ready for some fun?” Rarity arched her brow lasciviously.

“Yes. Yes, please.” At this point, Sweetie was ready to fuck a mule if that meant it would help her with heat. Well, not every mule. But handsome and nice smelling one, that’s for sure.

Night Light gave Sweetie another one of his brilliant smiles and handed over a brochure containing a list of all the stallions working in his brothel into the filly’s eager hooves. As he explained, red hearts marked the ones who were currently preoccupied with the clients or were free but too spent to provide any good service in the near future. The rest were at the sisters’ disposal as long as they had enough bits to pay for them.

Sweetie’s eyes went wide as loads of stallion cock filled her vision. The brochure contained row upon row of pictures of stallions each and every one of whom were striking a provocative pose, whether sitting on their rump or leaning against a pole. All of them had their fur, mane, and tail groomed and their muzzles seemed so ideal to Sweetie that she found it hard to believe that the images hadn’t been edited.

A trail of drool rolled down Sweetie’s chin as she skimmed through the forest of cocks. She would never have guessed that stallion parts varied so much. The only thing they had in common was size. Most of them were incredibly huge, definitely much bigger than Sweetie’s virgin pussy could take. As for the rest, every cock had its own curve and shade, some dappled all over the shaft and down the balls while others had no speckle on the whole length and were plain like a steel bar.

Having reached the last page, Rarity’s words about Night Light not serving clients directly turned out to be true. There was no entry of him or his cock in the brochure. Sweetie’s expression sulked a little and she started to scroll through the list once more, this time paying attention to the details, thoroughly exploring every cock. She reached the end of the brochure the second time but still couldn’t decide which cock she liked the most. She felt like choosing a lollipop in Bon Bon’s candy store, a feat that often consumed a half of her day only to result in closing her eyes and pointing her hoof at a random one.

Meanwhile, Rarity proved to be more assertive than Sweetie and gave her brochure back to Night Light after having flipped through the pages just once.

“I will have Dewdrop, South Pole, and Ace Point,” the mare said. “Never tried these ones.” She turned her head to Sweetie and ruffled the filly’s mane. “What about you, Sweetie? Have you made up your mind yet? Pick whoever you like the most. No matter how much it would cost us. I want your first time to be special.”

“Nah, I can’t decide–” Sweetie paused, feeling her jaw drop as the realization dawned on her. “Wait a minute. Are these three just for you?” She gave Rarity a look that almost pierced through her.

“Well, yes,” Rarity muttered uneasily, caught off-guard by her sister’s implication. She pulled herself together and raised her head proudly. “A lady should never deny herself anything in such a situation.”

“But...” Sweetie trailed off, her eyes squinted in confusion. “Three at once? Why? How are you even going to fit all of them?”

Rarity smiled at that. “It’s not just for my pussy, Sweetie. I’m going to have all of my orifices getting the equal love. I would dare to say that is how a real rutting is done.”

Sweetie stared at her sister somewhat stupidly. Her ‘explanation’ didn’t help Sweetie to understand a thing, and if anything, made her even more confused. As far as she knew, there was only one part of her body, her pussy, that demanded attention during estrus. A terrible thought crossed Sweetie’s mind. Could it be that heat gets worse with age and infects more of pony’s parts? It sounded ridiculous but what other explanation could be given for her sister’s desire of being stuffed with cock in three places at once? Sweetie hoped that it would never happen to her.

Nevertheless, she continued to skim through the booklet in search of an ideal stallion who could please her in a way no other pony could. It was a difficult task considering that that ideal stallion was just staying beside her. Sweetie couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Night Light every time she reached another stallion in the line to compare them. As she moved on through the pages, she couldn’t find anyone who could beat that perfect pair of orbs that imprinted in Sweetie’s mind the first time she met Night Light.

Sweetie’s struggle didn’t go unnoticed by the keen eye of the much more experienced mare.

“I think I see why you can’t decide, Sweetie. It’s because your stallion isn’t presented in this list. Well, I was not bestowed the element of generosity for nothing. If I promised my sister her first time to be special I’m going to keep to this promise, no matter the cost.”

Armed with her most enchanting demeanor – the one she used to pave the way to the hearts of most implacable ponies – Rarity turned to Night Light.

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but...” Rarity paused, batting her long mascaraed eyelashes. “I will owe you a great debt if you attend to my sister. I’ll compensate for your inconvenience with five hundred bits and my boutique is always open for–”

“Miss Rarity,” Night Light interrupted. “You know me long enough to know there are no exceptions. I’m sure you also know I have a wife.”

“One thousand bits.”

“Miss Rarity, please. This is a respectable house, not a griffon bazaar to haggle over a piece of meat.”

Rarity’s grin only grew. Over that meat the mare was ready to haggle all the night through until dawn. “Two thousand.”

“Rarity! This is outrageous! If you don’t stop immediately I’ll have to call the guard to walk you out.”

Rarity let out a sigh, her head dropped. “Just look at this filly. She came all this way from Ponyville to have a night of her life; got through the hell of estrus. One has to have no heart to allow the sufferings of the poor thing to be for nothing.” The mare sneaked a wink at Sweetie.

Sweetie Belle put on an angelic face, her eyes widening to the size of saucers, her lips pouting rosebuds – just as her sister had taught her. “Please Mister Night Light,” the filly murmured. “My pussy is itching so bad. Please spurt your special cream into my pussy.”

A thick drop of sweat rolled down Night Light’s cheek. A ‘plop’ sound ran along the room as something slammed against his belly. “But... My wife. I can’t...”

“She’ll never know, you have my word,” Rarity stated firmly.

The stallion watched Sweetie Belle lick her upper lip seductively, then blew out a deep breath. “Fine.” He wiped the sweat on his face off with a handkerchief. “Not a word of this to anyone, or the doors of this place will never open for you again, Miss Rarity.” Night Light turned around and made for the exit. “I need some time to prepare myself.”

With that the stallion left the room, closing the door after himself.

“You’re such a weasel, Sweetie,” Rarity said the moment the sisters were left alone. “So expertly drew him into a trap with that cute muzzle of yours. Frankly, I’ve tried to seduce him a few times before but he’d dig in his heels and keep speaking of his dear Twilight Velvet and how he swore to stay loyal to his family at the wedding altar.”

“Now that you say it, I don’t think we’ve done the right thing, sis.” Sweetie’s smile faded. “We shouldn’t have forced him on me. If it means so much to him and he loves his wife.”

Rarity rolled her eyes and waved a hoof off. “It’s not your fault that his wife was born before you to claim him first. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not trying to say you have to walk around, ruining other ponies’ marriages. I’m just saying that you don’t have to be sorry for being younger and sexier than somepony else.” Rarity wrapped her hooves around Sweetie’s chest and pulled her close to herself, hugging her tenderly. “Though he tried to hide it, I saw that lustful look he gave you before he left. I bet that all he can think right now is how he’s going to fuck your tight little hole.”

Sweetie blushed at Rarity’s praise but the pink on her cheeks faded as quickly as it came. It was one thing to get laid for money. And it was quite another to have a voluntary relationship with a pony. She had made several attempts to come over and ask out the colts in her class on Hearts and Hooves Day. Needless to say, each and every one of those attempts failed miserably. At best, a colt was already taken. At worst, he pretended that she didn’t exist.

“You really think I’m sexy?” Sweetie Belle asked hopefully, looking up at her sister.

“You are indeed, Sweetie. All you need is more confidence and a bit of practice. I can assure you it’ll come from experience. And before you know it, stallions will be gathering around your flanks like bees to a honeycomb. Believe me.”

Rarity brushed a hoof through Sweetie’s well-groomed mane. “And if you do ever have a problem, you can always ask for help from your big sis. I do have some experience in amorous matters, you know.” The mare smiled, trying to recall the full list of her achievements. It proved to be an impracticable feat without having an opportunity to peep in her journal.

A very unladylike odor struck Sweetie’s nostrils and the filly could definitely tell that it wasn’t her own. The whole situation must have relaxed Rarity a little too much. That or she could not just hold it in her any longer. Whatever it was, Sweetie’s nose wrinkled at the more mature, more strong smell of a mare in heat. For the first time, Sweetie could feel her sister’s love juices soak her fur, a place where her rump was being pressed against Rarity’s pussy.

Though Sweetie felt quite awkward in the hooves of her sister, she concluded that pointing it out would be even more embarrassing, given the fact that she herself was leaking out as much as a filly of her age possibly could. Instead, she returned the hug, putting her head on Rarity’s fluffy chest. She was glad to have such a loving big sister who was always with her during the most important times of her life, always ready to guide her whenever she needed help.

The sisters were lying in each other’s embrace silently until the door opened and a stomp of hooves ran through the room. The studs who were to rut them had arrived.