Sweetie Belle stretched her forelegs out high above her head, yawning, greeted by the light of the morning sun that managed to slip in through a crack between goldish curtains of Carousel Boutique.
Rubbing the sleep off her eyes, Sweetie rolled over to the side of her bed as something slippery and somewhat gooey between her hind legs caught her attention. She tentatively reached down with a hoof and touched her intimate parts with caution as some new strange sensation shot through her body, causing her to squeeze her eyes tight. Her hoof returned with beads of transparent liquid on it.
Sweetie threw the covers off in a quick motion and looked down between her hind legs. Her nether lips seemed to look puffier than usual but worst of all was the fact that there was that sticky fluid all over her crotch, trickling down her thighs. It had leaked down onto the bedsheets too.
A moment of panic came over Sweetie Belle. Have I wet myself in bed? the filly thought, terrified. It’s been like years since I last did it.
“Sweetie, get up, breakfast is ready.” Rarity’s voice came out from the next room, sweet as honey. But for Sweetie Belle it sounded like a cry from a horror film. She couldn’t meet Rarity like this. Not with her filly bits all wet and slippery. What would her sister think of her? She wasn’t that little foal anymore that used to get scared at night from the slightest noise with obvious consequences and the changing of the sheets the next morning.
“I’m coming,” Sweetie shouted nervously to her sister. She started to rub her crotch vigorously, trying to wipe the mess off, as another much stronger jolt of that same queer sensation hit her. She threw a hoof up at that, her teeth clenched together. Something began to throb down there and the whole area had become even more sensitive than before. Sweetie watched in awe as a pink nub emerged out from under her folds and then slipped back in. Then again and again. As if it was winking at her. A more viscous liquid was leaking out from her opening, making her attempts at cleaning herself a futile exercise. Her sheets had become even more of a mess, a big transparent puddle on it.
Sweetie let out a yelp, both from a terrible thought that her sister might see her in such a state and from a warm sensation circulating down her hind legs as she touched herself there. It was much more pleasant than she wanted to admit.
A hoof knocked on the door. “Is everything ok, Sweetie? I heard noises,” Rarity called.
“Y-yes, I’m fine. I just... Give me a minute,” Sweetie stuttered.
“Okay, darling, but your tea is getting cold.”
It took all Sweetie’s will to take her hoof off of her slit and make an attempt to reconsider what to do next. She lay down on her bed, her breath rapid as if she had just finished a marathon.
What’s wrong with me? the filly thought. That’s never happened before. Am I sick? Am I going to die? Am I going to pee myself for the rest of my life? She lay there for long minutes, almost defeated, trying to think of how to present her sticky situation to her sister.
Another knock on the door. “Sweetie, I’m coming in.”
“No!” Sweetie Belle cried. She managed to jump straight up and sit on the edge of the bed, hiding the sticky mess under the covers at the last second.
Rarity walked into the room, her snout creasing slightly as she came up closer to Sweetie. Because the window had been closed, Sweetie’s strong odor had permeated the whole room by now. Rarity opened the window wide and sat down on the bed next to her little sister.
“Are you alright, Sweetie?” There were traces of worry emanating from Rarity’s voice.
“Why do you ask?” Sweetie said, trying to feign a smile. “Everything is just fine.”
“You can’t trick me, darling. I sense you’re nervous.” Rarity took another sniff of the tart air. “You don’t have to be ashamed of it. Especially not in front of your sister.”
“What are you talking about?” Sweetie giggled nervously, her hind legs clenched together.
Rarity’s magic clutched the cover and threw it off the bed onto the floor, revealing a big darkened stain on the otherwise pure white sheets. Sweetie’s face turned red.
“Sweetie, it’s okay,” Rarity assured. “I’m not angry at you. Every mare goes through it. Even I sometimes stain my sheets.”
Sweetie’s eyes went wide at the confession of her sister. “You mean–” Sweetie’s voice was quiet. “You mean you pee yourself in bed too?”
“What?” Rarity blinked her eyes rapidly as if her mind slipped off into another reality for a moment. “What are you talking about, Sweetie? It’s not... Oh, Celestia. Don’t tell me our mother hasn’t spoken to you about estrus.”
“Es-what?”
It took all Rarity’s will to not faint. “I need my coffee,” she muttered. “Come down into the dining hall. I’ll explain everything there. And don’t bother yourself with the sheets. I’ll change them later.”
Rarity walked out of the room and Sweetie followed, her head hung and her shoulders sagged. While stepping down the stairs, her thighs rubbed against one another and already the familiar tickling sensation returned to her rear, her flower letting out a few more droplets of nectar. Sweetie cringed, hoping that Rarity would not find out who’d stained her favorite carpet runner.
The sisters sat down at the table silently as if it had been the most boring morning ever and there was nothing to talk about. Rarity poured herself a mug of black coffee and a cup of green tea for her little sister. “Do you need sugar, Sweetie?” she asked.
“No thanks, it’s fine,” Sweetie replied in a grave tone.
“I can’t believe Mother hasn’t spoken of such an important topic with you. It was her responsibility to tell you everything and prepare you for your first cycle.” Rarity gave out a puff of air.
Sweetie Belle leaned on her elbow. “Maybe since I spent time with you more than at home, she was thinking that you’d already told me everything I needed to know about... this.”
“It doesn’t justify that she...” Rarity trailed off. “I think that’s my fault too. I should have been more considerate of you. Well, in any case, we’re going to make up for it now. Do you have any questions first, Sweetie?”
A swarm of questions swirled in Sweetie’s mind. How come she became so wet down there and yet felt so... thirsty? The fire in her nethers burned and demanded to be quelled the same way a dry throat indicates the need for a glass of water. With an exception that the heat between her legs was ten times more persistent than any of the thirsts she’d ever felt and there was no way she could quench that heat with water. She needed something more strong to fill her down there. Something more virile maybe? She couldn’t put her hoof on it yet but somehow knew that she would recognize it the moment she saw her remedy.
“What’s wrong with my body?” Sweetie asked, disconcerted. “Is it some virus? Please tell me it’s nothing serious.”
The filly could not assume that such an itch was a normal thing. Her first thought was that she must have caught some rare disease during the class tour to Crystal Empire to celebrate her and her friends’ brand new Cutie Marks. She should have listened to Cheerilee and not wandered around, touching suspicious things. Now it was time to reap the fruits of her ignorance.
“Calm down, Sweetie.” Rarity stretched her hoof out and patted her sister’s head, attempting to reassure her before her nervousness turned into a panic. “You’re not sick. You just hit your first estrus cycle. All mares without exception go through it. It’s a natural thing.”
“How can it be natural?” Sweetie demanded, pouting. “My filly part... It’s swollen and it’s constantly wet. And it itches like somepony sprinkled pepper powder down there.”
Rarity gave a faint smile. “These traits are both to attract a stallion and to help a mare conceive a foal. It may seem inconvenient or even annoying, but without it the pony nation would’ve never achieved such prosperity and dominated the continent as we do now. Perhaps we would’ve even gone extinct. Of course, our culture has developed a lot since then but our bodies are all the same. And even if there’s no need for some of these traits in our time, we can’t deny ourselves of who we are.”
“But why did it happen now? I’ve never felt anything like this before.” Sweetie Belle’s sour expression only grew more so.
“You see, Sweetie,” Rarity began in a gentle voice. “When a filly gets her Cutie Mark, she finds out her destiny. And while everypony has her own fate and choices to make, along with that comes the privilege of bearing a foal. When you got your Cutie Mark, your body also changed and now the time has come for those changes to be applied.”
Sweetie rubbed her temples, trying to contemplate a flow of information that had been just poured out upon her. She’d never thought of such complex things. She’d just wanted a Cutie Mark like other foals, so there would be something special about her. And now she got much more than she ever bargained for.
At least it became obvious why Diamond Tiara and other fillies had such strong odor during summer days. All this time Sweetie had believed that the ponies just sweated a lot and forgot to take a shower. She’d never pointed it out, lest she be thought of to be rude.
“So, how do exactly a stallion and a mare make a foal?” Sweetie asked finally.
Rarity moved aside the half-full mug of coffee and levitated a bottle of fine red wine from a nearby cabinet. She poured herself a glass, made a big gulp, then continued.
“You see, Sweetie... How should I put it? At first, a mare finds herself a special somepony. Then, when the mare hits her estrus and they have decided to make a foal, the stallion walks up to the mare’s rear and mounts her, putting his hooves on her back. Then he inserts his penis into her vagina and thrusts his hips in. And after some time the head of his penis flares and he injects his special seed called semen into her womb. And then after eleven months, a foal is born.”
“That’s gross,” Sweetie said, her facial features contorting into an expression of pure disgust. “I’d never do such a thing. Can’t I just drink some potion or use a magic spell and never have to think about estrus again?
“I’m afraid there is no such thing, Sweetie. We can’t just change our bodies and instincts, at least not without serious consequences. The only thing that can quench mare’s heat is a good rutting with a further ejaculation of stallion’s semen.”
“And how do you deal with it?” Sweetie asked, raising her brow suspiciously. “Don’t tell me you stick a stallion’s penis in your vagina.”
Rarity cleared her throat and took another sip of wine from her glass. “It’s not so bad as it might seem at first, Sweetie. The stallion penis, or cock, as it’s sometimes called, is quite an exquisite organ and it feels very good when it enters and stretches you.”
Rarity stopped to allow herself a moment of fantasizing, the heat between her haunches getting the best of her for the first time since morning. “In the end, when a mare orgasms it’s like a million needles are tickling your body all at once and all that you can think of is for that marvelous sensation to never end,” Rarity said, her smile broadening.
Sweetie observed her sister’s mood swing skeptically, musing whether she’d made the last part up to spruce things up so that the whole estrus thing didn’t seem so bad. She looked at Rarity, who was grinning like a fool now, almost drooling, and concluded that she was sincere.
The filly tried to imagine what it would feel like to have something between her hind legs pressing against the most private parts of her body, a spot she’d grown to believe it would be immoral to have contact with. Somehow the thought didn’t seem so gross now and only spurred the heat inside her.
She found that it became harder for her to concentrate and all her attention was focused on the area below her belly. The itch between her hind legs seemed to only grow stronger. To her horror, Sweetie found herself thinking that she might have been better off without her Cutie Mark. She took a glance on her flank and all her silly doubts were instantly gone. A striped shield with a bright star etched with a music note on it. That little cutie was beyond any price and she definitely could endure an itch between her hind legs once in a while for it.
And still, it would be better if that annoying sensation was gone. She looked down and watched her lower muscles tense a bit, bringing her clitoris up on display for everypony to see. Then it slid back under the folds as if offering to chase after it, trying to lure its prey into the depths of her tunnel.
An insatiable desire for following it built up in Sweetie Belle with every second passed. She stretched her hoof down and put it gingerly on the edge of her vulva. She rubbed her hoof up and down her slit, letting out a little moan every time it touched her sensitive clit.
“I wouldn’t recommend it.” Rarity’s words came out of the blue.
Sweetie threw her hoof up, having completely forgotten that she was sitting at the same table with her sister. She waved her soggy hoof, shaking the juices off and making them land all over the tablecloths. “I just...” the filly stammered. “It itches so bad.”
“I know, Sweetie,” Rarity said, looking at her sister sympathetically. “And while you can find a temporary relief in touching yourself, you’ll only irritate your pussy more and make everything worse.”
Sweetie gave out a sigh of defeat. “What do I do? That heat and itch and all of this. It slowly kills me. And I don’t even have a coltfriend.”
“Well, it’s not necessary to have one.”
“But you said I need a special som–”
“I said,” Rarity interrupted. “That you have to have somepony rut you good and hard to get rid of this sensation. And there are special places where you can find a perfect stallion for just that. For a reasonable amount of bits, of course.”
“Like a farm?” Sweetie guessed.
Rarity almost choked on her wine, screwing her face as if somepony just called her a hick. “A lady would never visit such a place for satisfying her urges, Sweetie. I’m talking about elite brothels in Canterlot. I would claim that there’s no better place for a mare in heat than one particular place called ‘The Wild Stallion’. Only the best studs work there and the quality of service is quite divine, I can tell you that. And it’s highly rated by critics too, many of whom I know personally.”
Sweetie Belle stared at the floor, her spirits fallen. “It must cost a lot,” she said, sighing.
“There’s no price I would not pay to make my little sister happy,” Rarity stated firmly.
Sweetie’s smile grew wide, her eyes sparkling like two stars. “Do you mean–?”
“Yes, Sweetie. I was already going to visit that place, but what can be better than spending some quality time with my sister while doing so?”
“Yeah! Sister Bonding!” Sweetie cheered up as she almost jumped up from her seat.
“Now, now, Sweetie. Eat your breakfast first.”
Rarity put down the empty glass and watched Sweetie munch her omelette while humming a soft melody. The night was obviously going to be much more enjoyable than she had planned.
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.
Author's Note
The stallions that Rarity hired.
Chapter 3. Get Rutted
Maintaining one’s reputation as a lady is never an easy task. Rarity knew it all well and had always spent a great deal of time practicing self-discipline and learning a whole set of behaviors most suited for specific situations. Mating season wasn’t an exception. She knew when it was time to be dignified and when to unleash the beast inside her and fuck like there’s no tomorrow.
Never before was she so close to tarnishing her reputation as she was right now. The mere thought of being fucked in front of her little sister, of showing her the path to the peak of true pleasure with no way out once you stepped on it made Rarity shiver with excitement.
And if that wasn’t enough, all of this took place with the assistance of the stallion she fancied for so long and who was about to rut her sister senseless. Rarity couldn’t help but imagine what cute little noises Sweetie would make as that thick cock would try to pry open her sister’s virginal tunnel.
She’d got her eye on Night Light the moment Twilight Sparkle introduced him to her at the wedding. She’d never tried to flirt with him in public, however. Not because she feared his wife but because it was the easiest way to ruin her friendship with Twilight. At this place, however, she’d often tried to lure him into her net, paying him special attention and making subtle and not so subtle hints. But no matter how hard she tried he’d always stayed faithful to his wife... until this day. Thanks to her cute little sister she would be finally able to see that magnificent cock in full action.
“You boys take care of Miss Rarity, I’ll take care of Miss Sweetie Belle,” Night Light said, walking up to the bed.
“We’ve never worked together, boss. What happened?” One of the three stallions hired by Rarity asked.
“Just doing my duty.” Night Light sneaked a glance at Sweetie Belle, a smile fighting to break free of his serious face. He then turned his gaze at his subordinates, putting back the mask of perfect composure. “I hope you remember your duties as well as to not disclose any information about our clients.”
The stallions raised their hooves in a salute. “Yes, sir.” The response came in unison.
Rarity watched Night Light make his way to the edge of the bed, kneeling down and taking Sweetie’s hoof in his own. The mare could feel Sweetie stiffen in her embrace.
“I don’t want you to feel forced on me,” Sweetie Belle said, leaning back against Rarity’s chest subconsciously.
Night Light leaned in and kissed Sweetie’s hoof. “You’re the most adorable filly a stallion can dream of. And I’m speaking from experience if many years of working here is anything to go by,” Night Light said, looking in her eyes with admiration. “It’s an honor for me to serve you, Miss Sweetie Belle.”
The filly couldn’t hold back a blush that bloomed on her cheeks like cherry blossoms. “P-please call me just Sweetie,” she stuttered.
“You’ve amazingly soft fur, Sweetie.” Night Light leaned in to plant a kiss on Sweetie’s neck, but before he had time to, Rarity was already nibbling on the filly’s ear sensually from behind. The mare wrapped her hooves around her sister’s underbelly, gently stroking Sweetie’s little tits, still in the process of developing but already sporting that gentle swell to them.
Sweetie’s body went rigid and her eyes wandered around the room frantically as if the world had turned upside down, as she was being jammed between two ponies caressing her. “Sis, what are you doing?” She managed to mutter, letting out a sigh she’d been holding in her chest for too long.
Rarity knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted her sister’s first and most important rutting of her life to be something more than a mere satisfaction of her needs. And though she had total faith in Night Light and had heard of his outstanding abilities to treat a mare from none other than Twilight Sparkle herself, she also knew that no matter how skillful your lover was, it still took some time for an inexperienced mare to get used to the touch of another pony. She had to be sure that her dear Sweetie was feeling as comfortable as possible. And who, if not the big sister she’d known since birth, would be better suited for this important task?
That was only half the truth, however. Another part was much simpler. Rarity heartily liked to play with her little sister and she couldn’t help but adore each and every squeak Sweetie made as she caressed her.
“I hope you’re enjoying yourself,” Rarity whispered to Sweetie as she planted a kiss below her nape.
The filly let out a whimper of pleasure as she felt her sister’s mouth kissing her neck and the skillful tongue of Night Light ambling its way down along her body toward her nethers. By the time he reached her belly, Sweetie’s stiffness had faded greatly but she still had her thighs clenched together, too embarrassed to reveal her oversoaked flower.
“Why don’t you open your legs, Sweetie?” Rarity murmured softly, pointing down to Night Light’s muzzle that was stuck kissing Sweetie’s belly and tits, unable to move further down the path.
“B-but I’m dirty there,” Sweetie stammered, breathing heavily.
Rarity just shook her head at that, a grin forming at the corners of her mouth. She’d had enough of talk for one day and the raging heat inside her loins didn’t allow her resolve to last forever. Rarity opened her mouth and leaned in, and before Sweetie could have time to open her eyes wide in shock, pressed her lips against Sweetie’s. The mare dived deep into the kiss, shoving her tongue in and roughly exploring insides of Sweetie’s mouth. She stretched her hoof to hold the back of Sweetie’s head and slowly lowered the both of them onto the bed, then continued to abuse her sister’s mouth while pushing her head against the softness of the sheets.
It didn’t take long for Sweetie’s body to go limp, the filly completely lost in the feeling of both bliss and confusion. Her hind legs moved apart by themselves, revealing the puffy folds and a stripe of pink between them. Just above that, two little mounds with perky nipples on them protruded at the top of her crotch. There was sparkling moisture all over her folds that dribbled down her thighs or trickled off her dock and puffy butthole. The filly’s swollen clit, hiding and re-appearing over and over and bringing up even more of her nectar was the cherry on top of that marvelous view.
Even for such a self-restrained stallion as Night Light, the scene was too much to resist. He plunged his muzzle toward the filly’s honey pot, dragging his tongue along her plump lips and lapping up every drop like a starving pony, the taste as sweet as the name of the filly implied.
Rarity felt a vibration in her mouth as Sweetie gave out her first real moan, savoring a new intense sensation that radiated from her pussy through all of her body. The mare broke the kiss then, smiling and admiring her sister’s reaction, a drool of saliva still connecting them.
Sweetie’s eyes shut tightly and a goofy smile stretched on her face. And though she was gasping for air, it didn’t prevent her from letting out a moan every time Night Light flicked her little nub with his tongue. She wasn’t asking any more questions or had any objections. Instead, she relished the feeling of being a mare.
Having made sure that Sweetie got used to being caressed, Rarity concluded that it was finally time to take care of herself. The moans of her lovely little sister caused by the tongue of the stallion she fancied didn’t help the heat between her hind legs become more bearable and, if anything, made it a thousand times worse. Her pussy was burning and, despite all of her lady training, she couldn’t endure that feeling a second longer. She craved for seed, craved every corner of her body filled and flooded. She desperately needed a cock inside of her or, better still, three. Good thing she had a plenty of cock just waiting for her right there next to the bed.
Rarity slipped from her sister’s embrace carefully, leaving the filly to the care of Night Light. The stallion’s dexterous tongue indeed knew what it was doing and Sweetie had become lost in its stroking completely.
With the raging heat inside her, Rarity turned to the three stallions who were waiting for her command. And though they stood still and even successfully managed to save face, their twitching cocks leaking out pre gave away what was going on in their heads at the moment. They’d got aroused from the lewd scene no less than Rarity herself.
“What do we have here?” Rarity said, grinning deviously. “Got so hard just from watching me play with my little sister?”
The stallions gulped down. They knew it was bad manners to get excited before the session began, especially from a client they were not supposed to serve. And yet how could they resist?
“You.” Rarity pointed at South Pole, a big grey unicorn with a silver mane and tail and a compass rose for Cutie Mark. “Get your pole over here and lie on your back.”
The stallion did as he was told. He climbed up onto the bed, lay on his back and presented himself to his new Mistress, his thick, long cock towering from his groin.
Rarity’s eyes brightened at the display and she hurried to place her hind legs on either side of the stallion’s hips while putting her front hooves on his chest for better balance. She lowered herself down until her pussy pressed against the head of his cock, her clit winking furiously in anticipation. Her juices trickled down, smothering the stallion’s flat head in her slickness and turning the seemingly impossible task of fitting the beast of a cock into a trivial job.
Still, she decided to take her time, not wanting to be thought of as a mare of loose morals. She began to slowly ease herself down his cock, her right hoof wrapped around the shaft to hold it in place. She had to bite her bottom lip against a moan as the tip of the cock popped into her.
Despite the wetness, her muscles trembled to accept the thick length stretching her channel. First sparks of pleasure ran through her body as Rarity moved down, the head of the cock rubbing at all the right places. Eventually, she decided to throw her dignity aside as she closed her eyes and pushed her hips down hard, swallowing most of the cock in one thrust.
A moan escaped Rarity’s throat as the lower part of the cock slipped into her, her clit scraping at the medial ring as it winked. Her pussy clutched and spasmed and squeezed around the stiff rod, trying to milk the precious substance into her womb. Every vein, every ridge of the cock was pressing against her inner walls, shaping the insides of her channel like a deft sculptor.
Rarity’s head spun from pleasure, yet there were still enough inches of the stallion to take at the base. She braced herself and slammed down on him, finally taking in everything he could offer her. She winced as the tip hit her cervix, a rare incident that indicated that the stallion was bigger than she was accustomed to. However, Rarity was always ready to take up the challenge of fitting a phallic object in any of her holes. She lifted her rump just slightly and began to bounce up and down on the cock, slowly stretching herself even further. Then she pushed herself back down, her groin kissing the stallion’s balls.
“Here we go,” Rarity murmured, panting weakly for breath. The cock fit her pussy perfectly, just enough to fill every nook and cranny of her love tunnel as if it was made specifically for her. To say the feeling was divine was to say nothing. This cock was quickly becoming a number one in her lengthy list of the stallions of this place and she made sure to remember the name of this beast.
Rarity lifted herself up and began to bob on the cock, riding the stallion and trying to milk his seed into her womb for all he was worth. She wanted to command him to start moving but he’d already read her mind and thrust his hips upward. It didn’t take long before they picked up a rhythm and merged together into a single fucking machine. The stallion put his hooves on her perky tits and rubbed them harshly as if kneading dough. Rarity didn’t seem to mind and instead moaned louder than ever before.
She paused for a second to take a break, grinding her crotch against South Pole’s and feeling the entirety of him once more inside herself.
“Now it’s much bett–” Rarity broke off with a gasp as something poked at her butthole. She turned her head around to see Ace Point – another stallion she’d ordered. He had a cream fur with a fluff on his chest and was widely known for his tennis abilities and friendly muttonchops that framed his muzzle. He was also known to be as rough a lover as a stallion could be, though on a smaller scale.
Ace Point squirted some lube on his cock and, holding the tip in his hoof, pressed it hard against Rarity’s puffy butthole, squeezing his way into her tightness.
“Hey, I didn’t give an order to–” Rarity let out a yelp as the cock penetrated her ass with a single hard thrust. “To fuck me there yet.” She blurted out in ecstasy as her rear hole spread wide, seizing the oversized cock’s head tightly in its grip. Rarity’s eyes rolled at the back of her head at a sudden jolt that seemed to tear her ass apart if not for the leaking juices from her pussy that had slathered her butthole abundantly while she'd been taking care of Sweetie Belle.
Rarity wanted to protest at the sudden intrusion but the pleasure was too much for her to say anything more, two cocks simultaneously stretching each and every muscle that could be stretched. The fashionista was far from being a novice at anal and had felt quite proud of being able to fit in things none of her friends could, but never before had she felt anything shoved into her ass so unceremoniously. Ace Point spread her in a way that she’d never thought she could take. Her ass struggled and strained to keep up with his pace and the terrific girth of his cock. It felt as if he was going to rip her apart and it was the best feeling she ever had.
South Pole – the stallion she was riding with her pussy – seemed to have been emboldened by the vigor of his comrade and proceeded to thrust his hips upward, fucking Rarity’s drenched snatch twice as hard as before. The sounds of flesh smacking against flesh permeated the room, sporadic gasps, and grunts accompanying them.
The stallions fucked Rarity’s holes at different angles and it almost felt as if they touched each other through the slim wall they pushed on from the both ends. The mare’s rear was quickly becoming numb; she could no longer tell one part of her body from another, just one big throbbing area being fucked hard.
An orgasm hit Rarity without a warning, or rather, her clutching and trembling body was one big warning to an imminent orgasm. Bolts of pleasure ran through her like fireworks, her pussy and ass would have gripped on the cocks even harder hadn’t she already been stretched to her maximum capacity, her marecum managing to slip out through the tiny gaps between South Pole’s cock and her pussy as she contracted furiously in the throes of pleasure.
Even after she had ridden out the last waves of her bliss, the stallions seemed to be nowhere near the end and just continued to fuck her gaping holes as if nothing had happened. Rarity let out a long gurgling moan of frustration, craving their thick seed inside her.
She could stop it, or at least slow down a bit. Just one little word and they would give her ravaged holes a break. Slow down. Slow down. Slow down. She rolled the words around in her head. She couldn’t bring herself to speak them out loud, however. How could she? She needed their seed inside her more desperately than everything else in the world right now. Plus, what kind of example would she be setting for her little sister if she gave up so early? She glanced at Sweetie who was watching her out of the corner of the eye while writhing in her own pleasure, Night Light’s muzzle buried in the filly’s snatch. She had to show Sweetie what a real rutting was even if it meant she wasn’t going to walk straight for a week. She decided that she also needed something to distract her mind, to fill her head with... with something firm and pungent.
“Do you need a special invitation?” Rarity managed between moans. She turned her head to Dewdrop, the third stallion she’d hired. The pegasus had a sky blue fur and a blonde mane and tail and, besides his cute dappled cock, Rarity had found his smile especially appealing.
“S-sorry, Miss,” Dewdrop muttered.
Rarity guessed he must be new here. There was always the influx of new workers during the estrus season.
The pegasus flew onto the bed and made his way in front of Rarity’s face. He placed his hind legs by either side of South Pole’s chest, his gaze wandering down to the unicorn stallion grunting and fucking Rarity’s pussy relentlessly.
Dewdrop put his hooves on his mistress’s head for better balance and presented his long-awaited stallionhood for her. A thick glob of pre was dripping from his flare and his cock gave a throb as Rarity’s eyes fell upon it.
Rarity licked her lips hungrily, cringed from pleasure as the two cocks fucking her hit her very core, and plunged down on the salty-sweet treat throbbing before her. She opened her mouth wide, wrapping the glans with her warm insides. While holding the cock with a hoof, she kept the tip for a short while, evaluating his taste and letting the potent musk reach the receptors in her brain. She moved up slowly, making sure to taste every inch of him, her lips clenched tight around him and sucking off every drop of pre he could give her. She let go of him with a pop and swirled his offering in her mouth, savoring its pungent taste on her tongue.
To the stallion’s relief, Rarity gave him a smile, her throat muscles contracting as she sent his pre down her throat. She leaned in again and shoved her muzzle on his cock, gulping it down, this time taking half of the shaft in one go. It wasn’t just lust that was driving her crazy for milking him dry and sending everything he had down her throat. This was also due to the fact that her vision went blurry and she felt her body go weak as her second orgasm shot through her. She wasn’t sure how long she could last before passing out from that intense pleasure. She needed something to concentrate on. Most ponies preferred to suck on a candy cane. For Rarity, however, it was always sucking on a pungent cock that helped her pull herself together.
She bobbed her head up and down, squeezing the stallion with her lips and making involuntary choking sounds as his tip bumped against the entrance to her pharynx. She felt her eyes become wet as she struggled to fit the whole length in, smeared mascara spoiling her lady-like appearance and leaking down her cheeks. Rarity cursed herself for making a mess, knowing very well that she would’ve done a much cleaner job had her backside not been getting fucked by two fat cocks drilling into her like jackhammers, turning her body into trembling jelly. She felt her third orgasm approach her.
At last Rarity’s throat gave in and the glans of the cock slipped inside, a visible silhouette outlining her neck. Pressing her muzzle against Dewdrop’s groin for a few moments and feeling every inch of him inside her throat, she continued to milk him, her head moving quickly up and down along the stallion’s length with just enough amplitude to hold the tip in. Rarity savored every second of being stuffed with the cock, her throat clenched hungrily around it, bulging outward. She moaned delightfully around the shaft as it rubbed against her tongue and her taste buds, sending pleasant signals to her brain.
The stallion’s virile musk was the last thing she could perceive before the third orgasm shot through her body, taking her from the mortal world and sending her into the one of endless bliss. Her body quaked and spasmed, and then went limp. She avoided falling over only due to the three cocks penetrating her, keeping her in place like a rickety shelf on three screws.
South Pole groaned as Rarity’s pussy clenched around his rod tighter than ever before, making it difficult to thrust in despite all the natural lubricant she’d smeared him with. He put his hooves on Rarity’s belly to support her weight, straightening her back up. His cock almost burned and the need for freeing himself of the seed that boiled inside his balls drove him at the verge of going crazy. He thrust himself out and in, his eyes squeezed as he made his way to the entrance of her womb through her clenching tunnel.
From behind her, another stallion was panting as he fucked her struggling asshole. Never before did he feel a mare that wanted to squeeze him inside her so badly. He grabbed both of her front hooves and pulled them back toward him, skewering Rarity’s insides further on his cock, happy to be of service for the best client he’d ever had.
Drowning in the waves of pleasure, Rarity couldn’t even suck the cock in front of her anymore, her head skewered on it motionlessly, bubbles of pre and drool busting around her mouth. For the first time since he entered the room, Dewdrop had to actually remember what he had been paid for as he put his hooves around Rarity’s head and prepared to thrust his hips. He took a short step forward to adopt a better stance and pushed his hips forward, first moving with caution then more confidently and with a great amplitude until his conscious prods turned into wild thrusts driven by pure lust, earning the gurgling sounds of his mistress as she was being choked by his cock.
The feeling of complete fullness consumed Rarity’s mind and overwrote whatever last decent thoughts she could still hold in her head. It was only when she thought she couldn’t feel better that the cocks inside her flared up, bringing the mare to new heights of pleasure, stretching her beyond her limits and plugging every crack that could have allowed their seed to leak out from her.
Ace Point was the first to blow his scorching load. His cock throbbed deep within Rarity’s ass as it pumped her insides full of his seed, each load making her desire for more and more of his hot cream.
The next volley of stallion cum exploded insides of Rarity’s needy pussy, South Pole’s cock buried so deep inside her as to push against the mare’s cervix, his flaring tip sealing the opening and making sure that every last drop of his virile seed bottomed directly into her hungry womb.
Stifled moans of ecstasy filled the room as Rarity was being flooded with loads of hot cum filling every corner of her body with a feeling of complete fullness, stallion semen replacing the burning itch inside of her loins that had for so long tortured her with a sensation of pure bliss that transcend her existence, turning her from a respectable pony into the breeding mare she was.
Rarity’s moans were cut short, however. The vibration of her throat was the last straw for Dewdrop who’d been fucking her muzzle relentlessly and the stallion had found no choice but to thrust his hips hard forward, sticking his cock deep inside Rarity’s spasming throat, choking and muffling the mare with his massive girth as he released the painful pressure in his balls into the depths of her oral channel.
Rarity’s eyes filled with tears – whether from pain or joy nopony could tell, even Rarity herself – as Dewdrop’s stream of cum deluged the mare’s tight throat, sending most of his tart cream directly into Rarity’s belly, though the smallest part of it, despite Rarity’s earnest attempts to gulp everything down, managed to slip up and leak out through her nose, scorching as it rushed past her sinuses.
Knowing better than to waste his cum and make one of his best clients angry, Dewdrop pulled his still gushing with seed cock out of Rarity’s throat – while barely managing to get free of her tight clutch – and dragged it onto her tongue, overflowing her mouth with the last powerful spurts of his orgasm.
Drowning in seed, the fourth and most powerful orgasm hit Rarity, her body becoming nothing but a single lump convulsing from pleasure, each of her orifices desperately clamping against the cocks, having no intention of parting with the heavenly feeling of fullness they were providing.
With her muzzle shut, Rarity drew a slow breath through her cum covered snout, the essence in her mouth too precious to risk having it spilled. For a moment she got carried away by the strong musky taste on her tongue and almost succumbed to the temptation to gulp every bit of the tasty cream down her throat but stopped herself in time. She had a much better and far less selfish plan as to how to dispose of the seed she’d gathered in there.
Rarity tried to straighten up but failed. She collapsed on South Pole’s chest the moment the cocks inside her drooped enough so that even the tight grip of her holes wasn’t sufficient to hold to them. She lay there for a long while, then managed to roll over to one side and slip down to the bed. With a flickering light around her horn, she tossed a pouch full of bits behind herself, having neither strength nor will to count money. After all, they had earned a generous reward for scores of great orgasms they’d gave her. She wanted to say how grateful she was. She’d not been fucked so good for a long time. But again, her mouth was full of cum and she was not going to waste it in exchange for a mere compliment. So instead she managed a small nod at the stallions, letting them know they were dismissed. They nodded back, scrambled off the bed, took the pouch, and left the room. Their happy talk about what a wonderful and generous mare Rarity was echoed far away through the corridor they trotted out along.
A stream of white viscous liquid trickled in Rarity’s wake as she clutched at the sheets, tugging herself up to the other side of the bed, her hind legs too numb to move, her gaping ass too sore from rough pounding to hold the cum without a thick cock sealing its entrance. Having gathered enough strength, she began to slowly crawl across the bed, inching her way toward Sweetie Belle.
She did it just in time. The filly thrashed on the verge of her own very first orgasm. Sweetie moaned and panted as Night Light’s tongue swirled inside her, lapping up at her honeypot with a relentless force. It seemed the stallion had made himself way too comfortable between Sweetie’s hind legs and was as thoroughly ignoring the rest of the world around them as was the filly herself. Sticky strands of Sweetie’s juice flowed over his face, trickling down on the bedsheets.
Rarity’s face brightened as she finally reached her little sister and could now observe her cute pre-orgasm expression at close range. She brushed a hoof through Sweetie’s mane and began to slowly lower her head toward Sweetie’s lips. She knew well that the first orgasm was a special moment in the life of a mare and she was glad she was there to witness it. But of course, just watching would be too inadequate, unacceptable for a pony who loved her sister as much as Rarity did.
Rarity swirled the cum and savored its taste on her tongue for the last time, then opened her mouth ever so slightly and prepared to strengthen their sisterly bond with one big sloppy kiss.
