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It was her first day on the job, and Sweet Glaze was excited. Wide Legs was going to spend her last week training her, and she couldn't wait to see the professional in action. She knew how to make everything sexy.

She had showed up early. She had been told she needed to get her uniform. She had been up all night wondering what it was. A sultry dress, maybe, or a gimp suit, wouldn't that be hot. She did not guess what actually happened, which was that Wide Legs showed up with a marker, and wrote "Use me" on her flanks with arrows pointing to her holes. She loved it, it felt so dirty.

Then the boring part came, long tours of the castle. It was an unfortunately large part of the job, Wide Legs explained, it was a big castle, and the ponies who needed to get laid were rarely all in one place. "Don't worry," she said with a wink, "with all the cum you'll be eating, you'll need the exercise not to get fat."

"I didn't know you could get fat just off cum, Sweet Glaze said.

"It's not something most ponies need to worry about. Even prostitutes usually have enough time between clients that it's not an issue. You and I are not most ponies. Do you know how many calories are in a gallon of semen?"

"I... have no idea. But that's a lot, isn't it."

"Again, yes it is extreme, for normal ponies, which we are not. I'd say it's pretty normal for me to go home with about that much sloshing around in me."

"Wow," Sweet Glaze said. And she had felt bloated after her interview! "So how many calories are ther—mmph!"

Her question was interrupted by a guard mounting her as she walked. She stopped, though it was hard to stand still she was so excited. Her first time getting fucked at work and having it be part of the job! She shivered as the stallions penis slid into her. She braced her legs to support the weight bearing down on her. Her back arched into the cold, metal edges of the guard's armor, though she found a strip of warm flesh down the middle of his body. She looked over at Wide Legs. Her mentor was getting a similar treatment from another guard.

Her eyes were closed and there was a slight smile on her face as she got plowed. "Eight hundred," she said suddenly.

"W-mm-what?"

Above the clanking of armor and slapping of flesh, she repeated herself. "There's about eight hundred calories in a gallon of cum."

It took Sweet a moment to realize that her question was being answered. She was more busy processing dick than the things she heard. She nickered with pleasure. She was really processing this dick. Yeah! She felt like a real slut.

She glanced over at Wide. The older mare just returned a smirk. The guard fucking her suddenly started whooping and groaning. He collapsed a little on top of her as she wrung the orgasm out of him.

Sweet bit her lip. It was super hot to watch. Even as her own stallion started cumming and filling her up, she was left even hornier than before he had fucked her. She was sad when his dick left her, leaving her mare bits empty and cold and exposed, with only the slight warmth of his seed for consolation.

She stood panting slightly. She resisted the urge to reach a hoof back, or use her magic. She reminded herself that this was her job now and another stallion would probably come soon to fuck her some more.

"Now," Wide Legs said suddenly, "describe that stallion's penis."

"What?" Sweet said.

"You enjoyed that didn't you? So tell me, what did it feel like. I want to know every detail."

"Um, well, it was... thick, and... long."

"Oh yeah? How long?"

"Um..."

"You don't know, do you? You weren't paying attention, were you?" Wide Legs shook her head. "Look, hun, if you're going to do this, you're going to need to be better than that. I can identify every stallion here just from their dick."

Sweet Glaze nodded. She didn't want to disappoint Wide Legs. She was worried, though. This was not going to be as easy as she had thought.

Wide Legs gave her a thorough tour of the castle. They both gave passing stallions—mostly guards, with the occasional noble, diplomat, etc—thorough tours of their bodies. Sweet Glaze paid as much attention as she could to each one. And while it certainly enhanced the experience to try to be completely conscious of how they all fucked her—this stallion's shaft was bumpy with veins; this one slid smoothly into her; this one's head was almost ragged around the edges, it scraped her walls so wonderfully as he thrust in; this one flared like a motherfucker as he came down her throat, she could barely get his cock out of her mouth—Wide Legs was never quite happy with her reports, never quite satisfied.

Fear gnawed at her. If she couldn't do this what would she do? She couldn't think of anything that would be left for her if things didn't work out in the castle.

Even worse, as the day wore on, she found herself starting to feel tired. Sex had never done that, but by three o'clock, the constant onslaught of cocks and pussies was starting to get to her. It wasn't unbearable by any means, but that she could feel it at all scared her.

Meanwhile, she watched Wide Legs, a mare thrice her age chain sucking cocks like it was nothing. The mare swallowed three stallions balls deep with hardly a breath in between. Sweet Glaze was in awe. The urge to rub one out right there was intense, even though she was being tag teamed by her own two stallions, even though she had actual cocks filling her cunt and mouth.

The stallion behind her came, and despite the full day she had, the walls of her pussy dutifully grabbed onto his cock, trying to squeeze out every drop of cum, trying to add every little spurt to the lake of the stuff filling her womb. Not that there was any room left in there.

She was very, very full of cum. Bloated with it. Every inch of her insides was covered in it.

Her other stallion added yet another load to her swollen stomach. She collapsed as he pulled out of her mouth. She laid on the floor, staring as the mottled shaft, whose salty skin she had just been tasting went away. It was replaced by Wide's face, which had a concerned look on it. "Are you doing alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just need a moment," she said. It would have been more convincing if she had not then curled up and vomited semen all over the floor, her stomach finally unable to contain any more.

Wide Legs helped her stand up. "You look pretty fucked out, why don't you head on home for the day," she said.

"Nn-no. I'm fine... I just need a moment to catch my—"

Wide Legs put a hoof on her shoulder. "Hun, you need to rest. Go home."

Sweet Glaze found herself too tired to argue; and the prospect of sleep held the allure that sex usually did.

A guard escorted her home. She would have blown him as thanks, but her abused throat made even that common courtesy seem unappealing. Her other holes weren't in any better shape. She just crawled into bed for a much needed nap, and told him he could jack off on her while she slept if he wanted.

Sweet Glaze had been more exhausted than she had realized, and she slept for far longer than she intended. It was early morning when she woke. Finally having a chance to think about how her first day had gone, it was all she could do not to break down crying. She curled up in her bed. That had been a disaster. She hadn't even lasted a full day, and she had been sent home. She was fucked, and not in the good way.

She wondered if she should even bother going back. She was probably just going to get fired anyway. Celestia knew she was used to that.

Hunger forced her out of bed eventually. It had been a long time since she'd eaten anything but cum, and her stomach wasn't quite as needy for the stuff as her pussy. Only slightly so, but enough to make a difference.

She ate some toast while she decided whether or not to bother.

She went to work. She wasn't propelled by hope so much as the image of Wide Legs in full dominatrix gear punishing her for her failures. It was a fantasy, sure, but it was realistic enough. So at least she had that lifting her tail on the way to Canterlot Castle.

It took her a while to find Wide Leg's office again. The castle was more familiar now, but there was just so much that she couldn't remember exactly where everything was. She was lost, is the point. A helpless mare lost in a strange place... Her libido woke again, refreshed after a good night's sleep. She was still lost, though.

That turned out to be a very lucky thing for her. As she wandered, she saw a familiar face at the end of a corridor. She hurried over. "Pencil Pusher!" she said, "how are you doing?"

"Oh hey, Sweet. I'm not too bad. I see you've started working here. How's that going." Pencil said.

Crap. Of course ponies were going to ask her about that. Sweet Glaze folded her ears back. "Well, my first day was yesterday. And..." She rubbed her leg. "It kinda didn't go so well. Do you have a minute to chat? I'm not really in a big hurry to get back to it."

"Oh no! And you did so well in your interview... And that evening." Pencil blushed as she remembered that night. She was much more used to spending her nights alone with work than... what that had been.

Sweet Glaze reminisced too. "Yeah, that was fun. I'd do that again." She ran her eyes over Pencil's flank. "I'd definitely do that again. You up for it?"

Pencil curled her tail between her legs, flustered. "O-oh sure. Sure! I'd love that. I guess we could go to my place? I mean, I don't have any of those fancy toys you did, but, um, yeah." She smiled.

Sweet gave a friendly shrug. "Hey, that's no problem. You can just show me your favorites," she said waggling her eyebrows.

Pencil blushed harder. "Oh, I mean, I don't have any of, uh, those kinds of toys."

Sweet Glaze blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. "Not a single vibrator? Butt plug? Dildo?" She got nos to all three. "Celestia's flaming teats, girl! How do you masturbate, then?"

"I just don't do it that much. I guess I never really learned how?"

Sweet Glaze's jaw dropped. She threw her hoof around Pencil's shoulders. "Okay, we are definitely going out tonight. And I am going show you my favorite sex shop, and we're going to get you some sex toys. Rubber horsecock may not be the same thing as real horsecock, but by Celestia if I want to go through life without both in me. Seriously, you have no idea what you're missing. But don't worry, I'll take care of you."

"Thank you?" Pencil Pusher wheezed, as the hug she was in was getting pretty tight.

"Whoops, sorry." Sweet let her go. "Not into breathplay, huh?"

Pencil didn't know what that meant. What she did know, was that the clock said she was late. "Sorry, I've gotta go!" she said, galloping down the hall.

"See you tonight!" Sweet called after her. Then she took stock of her surroundings. It would probably be better to show up sooner than later, herself. She was feeling a lot more motivated too. She had a date with a pretty mare to look forward to, whatever else happened.

Of course, that feeling had faded a bit by the time she found Wide Legs. Her previous anxiety returned, not as strongly as before, but it was still nothing that felt good. To make things worse, her mentor was being spitroasted by two guards when she found her, and so she had to wait awkwardly for them to finish. She couldn't even join in, as the guard's armor denied her access to their ballsacks. She just sat down and watched. Even though Wide Legs was good, and made quick work of them, it still felt like a long time.

At last they finished. The guards hurried off to actually do their jobs. "So there you are," Wide Legs said, wiping off her chin. "Want some?" she offered her cum and saliva covered hoof, and kept talking as Sweet Glaze sucked on it lewdly. "It's too bad you missed that. I would have let you join, but, you're late."

Sweet Glaze cringed. "I'm sorry, I lost track of time talking to somepony, and..." The floor seemed very interesting all of a sudden. She traced the intricate pattern of the tiles. "I'm sorry about yesterday."

Wide snorted. "Sorry for what?"

Her anxiety was replace with confusion. "I... didn't even last the whole day, remember? I couldn't remember all the cocks well enough."

"You did fine, great, even," Wide Legs said. "You lasted longer than I did on my first day." There was a smile on her face.

"Really?"

"Hey, this isn't an easy job. Even somepony as loose as you is going to have to work up to it."

Sweet hugged her. "Oh I was so worried. Thank you."

"Don't be," Wide said, returning the hug. "Especially since you've done the really hard part—you got completely fucked out, and now you're back for more." She let go of her. "Now, while I'm all for us making love here, we've got a long day ahead of us."

It was a long day. Long and hard. Both Wide Legs and Sweet Glaze were left panting by the end of it.

Sweet Glaze was blowing a green stallion. She admired the coloration of his dick as it slid down her throat. It was mottled with black and a dark green, like moss. It tasted better though. Not even gourmet moss could compete with the saltiness of sweat and skin mixed with his deep musk. She gurgled happily on him, relishing once again the sensation of a fat cock filling her mouth. The warmth of it against her lips and tongue and palate. The delicate adjustments to keep her teeth off of it. Even the way it bulged her throat and blocked her windpipe. The sheer presence of it was overwhelming.

She was tired, yes. And all her holes were sore, throat, pussy, and ass. It hurt, sucking this cock. The last two days had pushed her body far beyond what it was used to. But it was a good hurt.

And then, far too soon, the stallion started quickening his thrusts. The copious amounts of saliva in her mouth glopped loudly as he fucked her throat. He was positioned so that each thrust pushed his medial ring in and out of her throat, making for a particularly brutal experience. Fortunately, everything was well lubricated with a thick layer of cum, left by the many stallions before him. And then she felt his magic pressing on the back of her head, and his cock swelling and pumping rope after rope of another hot load into her bloated stomach.

She gasped for air as he pulled out. He muttered thanks and trotted away. She just laid on the floor, quietly leaking semen. She had long since lost track of how many stallions had cum in her; she couldn't even remember how many orgasms she had had herself. She watched the stallion go, watched his swaying balls through teary eyes.

"Good job," Wide Legs said. "See, you're already getting better.

While that was true, she still wasn't in any condition to speak after what her throat had just been through. She continued to lay on the floor, lightly wheezing.

Wide Legs sat down next to her. She had taken a fair few loads herself, and cum oozed in a puddle out from under her. "Yeah, it's rough on your throat. Give it a little while and your voice'll be as raspy as mine."

The castle halls were emptier now. Except for the guards, most of the staff had left, and the place had been closed to the public for an hour. "I figure we can call it a day," Wide said. "What are you up to tonight?"

Sweet tried her voice, and found she could talk a little now. "I have a date. With the mare who interviewed me for this, Pencil Pusher."

Wide whistled. "A second date, eh? Seems like a lot of commitment for a mare like you. Especially at your age. Back in my twenties I couldn't stick to one pony for one night, let a lone two."

Sweet Glaze slowly stood up. "I didn't have a choice. I was talking with her, and I found out she doesn't have any sex toys—"

"Celestia's milky teats!"

"I know, right? She said she barely knew how to clop." Sweet shook her head in pity. "So I'm gonna take her to my favorite place and get her all set up."

That warmed Wide's heart. "You're doing a good thing, kid."

"Well I could hardly leave her alone like that. Besides, she's got a great butt. I'm definitely looking forward to doing that again.

"Also, 'Celestia's milky teats?'"

Wide laughed. "Oh yeah. Our Celestia's a regular cow. You ever want something to drink besides cum, just find her and have yourself a suck."

They walked through the castle together.

Sweet Glaze was very interested by this information about Celestia's teats. "You know, I don't think I've ever been with a mare who was lactating. How is it?"

"Well, I don't really go for that kind of thing very much. But of all the mares whose milk I've tasted, the Princess' is easily the best."

"I can't wait to try it," Sweet Glaze said.

They reached the front gates of the castle grounds. They paused for a moment, watching all the ponies walking around outside. "Whew," Wide Legs said. "This job never gets old, but I cannot wait to get back to my wife."

"Oh, I didn't know you were lesbian."

"I'm not. I'm straight, actually."

Sweet Glaze gave her a funny look. "You're straight, and married to another mare?"

Wide Legs chuckled. "It's a long story." Then she marched out into the street. Sweet Glaze did too, but their paths quickly diverged once they were outside the castle.

Sweet Glaze took a long shower, to get all the cracked and crusted cum out of her coat. It wasn't that she minded being covered in the stuff—quite the opposite, it felt so wonderfully dirty—it was just scratchy. Also, she did have a date, and she supposed that Pencil Pusher might be slightly less enthusiastic about being covered in a dozen-stallion cocktail than she was. And of course showers just plain feel good, even for filthy sluts.

She headed back to the castle, since she realized they had never gotten around to arranging a place to meet, but they both knew the castle. Pencil had had the same idea: Sweet saw her standing by the gates, looking around nervously. How the tables had turned since the morning. "Hey there, sexy," she said as she walked up.

Judging by the sounds Pencil made, she wasn't used to being called sexy. What a shame. Sweet was going to have to fix that.

Pencil fumbled for a way to respond. Friendly concern won out. "Hi. Are you feeling alright? You sound like you have a sore throat."

Sweet Glaze nodded. "I do. There's a lot of me that's sore right now. Work was rough. Better than yesterday, though."

"That's good to hear. It was pretty boring for me. But if I don't do all that paperwork, who will?"

"Are you sure that's what your cutie mark means? Because, girl. Anyway, let's get going. There's a lot for us to do."

Sweet Glaze led the way through the streets as the sun set. Fortunately, the red-light district was close to the castle. They had a job to do, so Sweet just pushed past the several prostitutes who approached them. Not tonight.

Finally they came to the shop. It was a little place, fashionably seedy.

Sweet Glaze threw the door open. She relished the familiar smell of the place, the sharp scent of plastics and rubber mingling with the funk from the stalls in the back. "Hey, Sexy, long time no see."

"Heya," said the mare behind the counter. "Who's your friend there? I don't think I've seen her on the street?"

Sweet laughed. "You're not going to believe this, but she's actually not a whore."

Sexy looked at Pencil. "Do you have any idea what you're getting into? Blink twice if you need help. But really, I'm Sexy Sugar, nice to meet you."

"I'm Pencil Pusher."

"That's a cute name. So what can I do for you two?"

"Well, I met Pencil here at work—I'm at another new job—and I found out her clop life is lacking. Thought I'd hook her up with some good stuff. Also just hook up. I mean, look at that butt," Sweet said, pointing at Pencil's butt.

"I'm right here you know!" Pencil said, turning her butt away from Sweet. Her face was flushed.

"Yeah, I know. How could I ignore that butt?

"Sorry, sorry. Anyway, I'm gonna pick out a few basic things for you. If you see anything else in here you want, let me know. My treat."

Pencil stood in awkward, sexual silence for a bit. "Alright. T-thanks."

"Just so you know," Sexy piped up, "my body is part of the merchandise here so..." She flicked her tail. Then her ears perked up as she remembered something. She trotted out around the corner. "Hey Sweet. I got something to show you."

"Oh yeah?" Sweet asked.

"I don't want to scare off your marefriend here, but I thought you'd want to know, we got the new Fuckulator in."

Sweet Glaze rushed to her side, giddy. "Really?" Pencil timidly followed her.

Sexy took them to one of the shelves in the back of the store. "There it is," she said, gesturing to a monstrosity of pleasure.

Pencil's eyes went wide and her face pale. "W-what is that?"

"This, mares, is the Fuckulator 9001. The most advanced and intense sexual experience ever created," Sexy said. Sweet looked at it in awe, Pencil in fear, both in horniness.

"That's supposed to go inside me?" Pencil stammered.

"Yep," Sexy confirmed. "Though be warned, this is a toy for the truly dedicated. Like Sweet, or myself." Her voice lowered in annoyance. "Not that I can actually use it," she grumbled.

"Why not?" Pencil Pusher asked, oblivious to Sweet Glaze motioning for her not to.

Sexy snorted, "Simple, I ain't got a pussy." She turned and flicked her tail up to reveal a cock and a pair of balls locked tight in a chastity cage. "Got fuckin' gypped at birth and I have to deal with this nonsense."

She took a deep breath. "Don't let me start ranting on you though. You just find some nice things to shove up your hoohah." She returned to her seat behind the counter.

Meanwhile Sweet Glaze had already started browsing. It was surprisingly difficult to keep in mind that her standards were much different from Pencil's. It seemed to her like all the fun stuff was ruled out. All the dildos Pencil would be able to take seemed pencil thin... Okay, maybe that was appropriate then.

She noticed Pencil following her out of the corner of her eye. "So what did you think of Sexy?"

"Um," Pencil said.

"Haha, yeah, she's a character. I've known her since we were fillies. Let me tell you, she has not gotten one bit less—I don't even know how to describe it—Sexy. I do recommend taking her for a spin, though. She eats some mad pussy. Seriously, my treat."

Pencil stamped her hoof. "We're on a date, aren't we?"

"Yeah?"

"Then how can you be encouraging me to sleep with somepony else? Or talk about sleeping with them yourself for that matter?"

"You do remember how we met?" Sweet said. "You know, where I was applying for a position where I'd fuck dozens of ponies every day? And—Oh Celestia, you were raised by Monogamists, weren't you? That would explain so much."

"And what's wrong with that?!" Pencil said.

"Nothing. It's just, they're a bit culty to me. Like, there's so many ponies out there, why limit yourself to just one?"

"I... guess?"

Sweet picked a dildo off the shelf. "This one oughta be a good size. Anyway, don't worry about it. Tonight is just about making you feel good."

It didn't end up being much of a shopping trip. Sweet just ended up buying a small, soft dildo, the slimmest butt plug she could find, and a small vibrator.

They headed to Pencil's apartment, which was just fine with Sweet Glaze. It meant that Pencil was in front, leading the way, so she had a nice view of her plump ass the whole time. Sweet Glaze honestly had no idea how the mare had stayed so sheltered with a booty like that. And that was just one part of her! The rest of her was pretty nice to look at too.

Nice to look at and nice to touch. She was very much looking forward to doing some more of that.

Pencil's building turned out to be a lot nicer than Sweet's. It even had a doorpony. It made sense. Pencil hadn't been on the verge of homelessness a week before.

"Nice place you got here," Sweet said, once they were inside. Right away she started looking around to see where the bed was. She let Pencil lead her to it.

Pencil laid down. "So, how are we going to start?" Even though it wasn't the first time they'd had sex, there was still a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Don't worry, we're gonna take this nice and slow. Let's just get started the old-fashioned way." Sweet laid down on top of Pencil. She reached her hoof down and started gently rubbing Pencil's puffy lips. Even with that mild stimulation, the effect was instant. Pencil's breathing became heavier.

It was actually quite relaxing. Sweet Glaze could have done nothing but that for a long time. Rubbing Pencil's pussy. Feeling the rise and fall of her soft, pudgy belly. Feeling the growing slickness on her hoof. Watching Pencil's reddened face as she panted.

It was comfy for her, but she could tell it was teasing Pencil something awful. Well, she had never had a mind to be a dominatrix, and she wasn't about to start. She cut Pencil some slack by bringing her hoof up to touch her clit.

Just a brush was enough to send Pencil over the edge. She pressed her head back against the mattress, letting out a series of whimpers and moans. Her body shook under Sweet.

"Damn, girl," Sweet said. "Either you're on a hair trigger, or you're really pent up."

All Pencil could do was ask for more. And that just barely. Her first orgasm of the night had not given her any relief, it only stoked the fire that filled her whole abdomen by this point.

Sweet whispered: "And now I'm going to find out which." She shuffled down on the bed to bring her head between Pencil's hind legs. The mare's cunt was a slate gray that contrasted against the light gray of her coat. More importantly, it was soaking wet. Sweet Glaze licked it. She started at the top, near the asshole, and slowly dragged it across. She was careful not to apply too much pressure and to keep her tongue flat, to avoid parting the labia, denying Pencil's clit any contact. Yet. She managed to repeat the maneuver four times—deftly removing her tongue whenever Pencil winked and thrust her clit into the open air—before she couldn't bare to hear the desperate whimpers from above. Sweet Glaze dove in, pushing her muzzle inside, tasting the sweet juices that she'd only been getting drops of before. She suddenly gave the clit her full attention, and was quickly rewarded with screams as Pencil came again, her legs closing involuntarily around Sweet's head. More pussy juices flooded her mouth. She pressed and rubbed her face in Pencil's cunt, getting her head covered in her arousal.

Sweet rose, pulling herself up by Pencil's excellent thighs. "Let's mix it up a little now."

She reached into the bag of toys they had gotten with her magic and took out the butt plug. She applied a lubrication spell, and gave it a sensuous lick for good measure.

"Did you really have to lick it?" Pencil said, "that's gross."

"Hey, would you prefer I licked it after we use it? Now, you ready? Let me know if it hurts at all and I'll stop.

She put the tip of the plug against Pencil's anus. Then, slowly, slowly, she began to push it in. She alternated watching the insertion and Pencil's face, looking for any signs of discomfort.

Pencil fidgeted at the unfamiliar sensation of her asshole being stretched open from the outside. She wasn't sure how to describe the feeling, but it wasn't bad, and it was definitely sexual. Sweet went so slow though, that she barely noticed it after a while—except for the feeling that she needed to shit, which Sweet assured her would go away—until suddenly Sweet let go and her hole pulled it the rest of the way in, making her shiver as the flare tapped the ring of her ponut.

"There you go," Sweet said with a smile. "Your first butt plug."

Pencil didn't care about that at the moment. She just knew that she needed to touch her clit. She reached a hoof down.

Sweet noticed, and beat her to the punch, munching Pencil's carpet once again. Yet again, Pencil came nearly instantly. Her first two orgasms hadn't helped at all, only making her feel hornier, but this one was different. She had never realized how involved her butthole was in her orgasms until now as it attempted to contract but was blocked by the stem of the plug. It was an entirely different experience than anything she'd felt before.

She felt something tickling at her lower lips. She looked down to see Sweet positioning the dildo in front of her pussy. She glanced up at her with a gleam in her eye and a smirk on her face. The dildo went inside her. Pencil Pusher writhed on the bed. She had never been interested in stallions, never done anything with them. Being penetrated was a completely alien sensation. The dildo sliding into her exposed her to the feeling of just how slimy everything was inside her. More than that, it was filling an emptiness in her she never knew she had. It just felt impossibly long, though. Her back arched and she expected to see it bulging outwards from her stomach at any moment. She came so hard she cried.

Sweet Glaze hadn't even gotten it all the way in yet. There was still a full inch between Pencil's backside and the lovingly molded plastic nuts at the base of the dildo. "You like this thing, huh?"

"UUUNGH! AHHHH!" was Pencil's answer. Sweet took that as a yes.

Sweet gave her a minute to catch her breath, or at least to stop cumming. Sweet was seriously impressed and more than a little jealous of this mare's ability to orgasm. She crawled back on top of her, this time coming face to face with her. "Hey there," she said softly. "Are you ready to really get started?"

Pencil whimpered, unable to imagine how this ecstasy could only be "getting started." Sweet didn't let her wonder long before she pressed into a deep kiss. Pencil kissed her more passionately than she ever had before. Then Sweet turned the vibrator on.

Pencil only had a moment to register the buzzing sound before she, from what it felt like, exploded. Sweet pressed the thing against her clit and she saw stars. She screamed her pleasure straight down Sweet's throat. Her hips bucked and her body writhed and she damn nearly passed out.

She came and she came and she came. Or, she did not have many orgasms, but one long, continuous orgasm. Maybe. She couldn't tell. She couldn't think. She was lost in pleasure.

Sweet Glaze adjusted herself on top of Pencil, feeling quite pleased with herself. She had just fucked the mare silly. She did want some action though, despite already having had a day full of it. She pressed her hips down against Pencil's bringing the vibrator into contact with both of them at once. It took her a lot longer to cum, since she was so sore, but Pencil never stopped cumming. It was still refreshing when her orgasm finally came, and she joined Pencil.

She stopped after that one. She could tell that her body wasn't going to give her any more at this point. She rolled down beside Pencil, and hugged her. She plucked all the toys from her with her magic. Pencil didn't even seem to notice in her state of bliss, and when the stimulation and the heaving and the crying and gasping finally subsided, she sank directly into sleep. She giggled a little at the cozy mare, she was jealous of that performance, sure, but not of how sore she was going to be in the morning. Sweet Glaze fell asleep beside her.