Clouds Of Ecstasy

Pearl was serious!

The look on Splinter’s face was nothing short of incredulous when Cloud told him. There had been a lot of back and forth, mostly phone calls and text messages, where Cloud acted as the buffer, a middleman between the parties to make sure everything would go perfect. They did a lot of talking about it, and everytime they did, Splinter felt a tsunami of anxiety wash over him.

Yet, along with said anxiety was also a smidgen of excitement. A threesome! Who wouldn’t get the jitters discussing something like that? He couldn’t even imagine how that would go. Having sex with one mare was already a huge step for him, how was he going to deal with two? In truth, he wasn’t sure if it was something he even wanted in the first place.

But he didn’t flat out say no to the prospect. He was merely on the fence about it. There was still that fear, that doubt, those nagging feelings of insecurity that chained him down. He didn’t know Pearl Necklace in person, what if she was one of them? From what he heard, Pearl was definitely no stranger to sex and had done it with plenty of other stallions before, so what if his “thing” was inadequate in her eyes? She would either be in the camp of his ex girlfriend and he would get laughed out of the room, or in Cloud’s where this could actually turn out alright. That uncertainty was what really made him wary, however.

He told all of this to Cloud, and she had taken everything into consideration. She proposed something to him, something that he had to sleep on for a couple of nights. Put all the cards on the table. She would meet with Pearl and tell her all about his “condition” and the problems it brought with it, in a tactful way of course. After a long time of consideration, he said yes.

This took guts, because although he trusted Cloud with this, he wasn’t sure if the same thing could be said about Pearl. That meeting took place a couple of days ago, and when Cloud returned after 3 whole hours, she reported something that surprised him, but was also a little bit unsettling.

She told him that the discussion went well; that Pearl was understanding and still interested, which was something of a relief. However, they also came to the decision that Splinter was perhaps not ready for a threesome, considering his deeply rooted issues. Instead, they wanted him to try something else first.

He was to have sex with someone else, one on one, in private.

Splinter didn’t know what he was hearing when Cloud told him this. She was the only one he felt comfortable with, so if she was out of the equation, he would basically be back to square one. An even bigger surprise came when she told him that the pony in question was not going to be Pearl. That’s when the gears started turning in his head, and his conclusion didn’t exactly make things easier.

Granted, he didn’t have to go through with any of it, as Cloud made perfectly clear from the beginning. She asked him again during the car ride if he was sure he was okay with this. He wasn’t sure, but Cloud was so encouraging and convinced that this would be a priceless experience for him, he nodded anyway. She told him there was nothing to worry about, that he wasn’t going to be made fun of, but he still had a nervous lump to swallow. Pretty soon, he would be in the hands of someone else, and from what he heard of her, she was possibly even more terrifying than Pearl was.

They pulled up at Pearl’s house. Although it was without a doubt a very nice place, it wasn’t exactly the mansion that Splinter was expecting, considering her financial status. It looked like it belonged to someone who was doing rather well for themselves rather than a multi millionaire's castle. His heart throbbed and his hands shook when he stepped out of the car. He had this sensation in the pit of his stomach that made him feel like throwing up. Before they rang the bell, Cloud pulled him in for a tight embrace and nuzzled close to him.

“We’re going to take it slow. Whenever you’re ready, okay?” His dark hazel eyes met hers and she gave him the warmest, soothing smile. He took a deep breath and nodded, after which they met in a kiss on the lips.

The shrill doorbell echoed through the hall, and after a couple of seconds, the front door opened. There stood Pearl, a young, pink bodied earth pony with long, fire red hair. She was barefoot, wearing a breezy, light blue top and hot pants made of jeans that didn’t leave a lot to the imagination. She stood about 2 inches shorter than Cloud and she was very pretty, even more so than she appeared in the pictures or on the news. There was something about this casual get up that made her look much more like an average girl rather than the official, ultra rich business mare that appeared in the media.

“Heyyy!” Pearl chanted with a bright smile.

“Hi sweetie!” Cloud smiled back, and they both gave one another two quick pecks on the cheek. “How are you?”

“Oh, can’t complain.” Pearl then turned to Splinter, who gave her a faint, shy smile. “And this is the guy, huh?”

“Yes, this is Wood Splinter. My boyfriend,” Cloud responded proudly.

“Hi,” he said meekly, raising his hand for a small wave. That was when Pearl dashed his expectations by walking up to him, placing her hands on his shoulder and giving him one quick kiss on each cheek. As she did, he felt her big breasts press against his chest and her sweet perfume entered his nostrils. He blushed a little as she pulled away and scanned him from head to toe.

“Well well, not bad. I might just have to steal a round with him after all,” she said, winking at him, causing Splinter to give a small titter and look over at Cloud, who was giggling. “Come on in. Make yourselves at home.”

Pearl turned around and walked toward the living room, her curvy hips swinging from side to side with an obviously exaggerated flair. Splinter’s eyes leered down to her ass, tightly packed in her shorts, showing off the contours with stunning precision. Her bouncing butt was so hypnotising, he couldn’t stop staring until she turned the corner. That was when the realisation hit, and he turned to Cloud who was standing right next to him. She smirked at him deviously and shook her head, then tapped him on the behind.

“Alright, Casanova. Let’s go.”

They walked into the spacious living room and sat down on the dark red couch beside each other while Pearl collected some drinks from the fridge. Curiously enough, there was no sign of Death Metal. Splinter wondered if maybe she wasn’t home yet, because he was pretty sure they lived together.

When it came to Death Metal, Splinter only really knew the basics. He had seen a couple of pictures of her, he knew she was engaged with Pearl, he had heard her voice over the phone and he was aware that she was very strong. This last part, along with her name, was the main reason why he was so very nervous.

Pearl returned with some small bottles of orange soda and placed them on the coffee table before plopping down in the sofa right next to Splinter, making his eyes go wide. “So,” she said as she took a sip from her drink, “Are you feeling good about this?”

This question was obviously aimed at Splinter, but he didn’t know what to say right away. He turned his head to Cloud, and she smiled at him and placed her hand on his thigh. “Ehm… I’m not sure… I guess so.”

“I take it Cloud told you what exactly you’re doing here, right?”

Splinter nodded with a throbbing heart. He had a beautiful mare on either side of him, two pairs of big boobs and long legs and a cacophony of feminine scents. He cleared his throat and took a bottle from the table, attempting to distract himself. At the very least, he was thankful Pearl had air conditioning in her house, because the tension combined with the heat outside would have been too much for his sweat glands to handle.

“He’s a little nervous, to say the least,” Cloud said, rubbing his knee.

“I get it, but you really don’t have to be. Cloud told us everything we need to know and we’re all okay with you. Hell, she even told me to wear this enticing outfit just to get your spirits up,” she winked.

Splinter turned to Cloud and she looked away innocently. “I may have dropped something like that, yes.”

“Trust me, with how I heard you fucking Cloud over the phone, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Besides,” she leaned in closer, her chest rubbing up against his arm, “Death Metal is so fucking tight!”

Splinter began to blush furiously, an inevitable swelling conjuring in his crotch. “Hehehe, I see,” he gulped.

“Oh, you will. You’re lucky, you know that? That Cloud isn’t the jealous type. I could probably give you a blowjob right now and she wouldn’t mind.” With a devilish smirk, Pearl’s head began to slowly descend towards Splinter’s lap. His mind was on the verge of exploding at this point.

“Ohhh, teasing him already, are we?” Cloud said, as she brought her face down to level with Pearl’s.

“Just trying to get him in the mood for when he smashes my fiancée later.” Then Pearl’s hand landed on his groin, and a rush of adrenaline shot through his body, making his heart slam at a mile a minute.

“I suppose I could say the same thing about you then,” Cloud commented, and her hand joined the fray, rubbing him up and down through his pants.

Splinter couldn’t believe this was happening. Both of them looked up to him with bedroom eyes while their fingers invaded his private region and played around on it. His cock responded accordingly, rapidly hardening and twitching, his breathing grew heavy and his blush was drawn out much further.

“He’s so cute when he gets horny,” Pearl grinned.

“Isn’t he? I think we’re overwhelming him a little.” Cloud’s hand traveled up and went underneath his shirt and up to his chest. She leaned in and licked him across the stomach.

Under normal circumstances, Splinter would have realised why these two got along so well. That glint in Pearl’s eyes was one that was very familiar to him. They were like peas in a pod, two sharp, mischievous femme fatales that could eat him right up. Right now, however, his mind was racing at blasting speeds. Cloud went muzzle to muzzle with him and kissed him on the mouth, luring his tongue out with small, teasing licks along his lips.

Meanwhile, Pearl slowly pulled down his zipper and dug her hand into his trousers, copping a closer feel of his junk. A gasp inflated his lungs and a shiver ran down his spine. He was so anxious before, but it was like Cloud was sucking those feelings right out of his body with her kiss. His manhood was rigid against Pearl’s hand, and he wondered how far she was going to take it.

Then there was the sound of a door opening somewhere further in the house, and Pearl stopped on a dime. “Hate to be a cocktease, but I think it’s almost time,” she said, retrieving her hand from the zipper opening.

Cloud broke the kiss and looked Splinter deep in the eyes. “Okay. Are you ready, dear?”

“Oh, he’s ready,” Pearl said as she stood up. “I made sure she is too, I’ve been riling her up quite a bit the last few days.” She grinned and turned around, heading for the corridor. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

There was a long and deep stare between Cloud and Splinter as they were still on the couch. She could feel how heavily his heart was palpitating, and the worried look on his face spoke for itself. She placed her hand on his shoulder and nodded. He nodded back, and they kissed again.

A little while later, Splinter was sitting on the edge of the guest room bed with grey blue sheets. Pearl was kneeling behind him, massaging his shoulders to alleviate the tension, while Cloud was before him, holding his hands into hers and squeezing.

“You’re so tense, Splinter. Ease up! This is gonna be great!” Pearl said.

“That’s right, she agreed to this, so you don’t have anything to worry about,” Cloud added.

“I know, but still…”

“She’s a bit rough around the edges, but she’s a lot nicer once you get to know her. I would know. Plus, I know a lot of stallions go crazy for girls of her type.”

Cloud rested her forehead against his and gave him that warm, loving smile that turned him into a puddle of mush, along with an embrace. “Listen, you are ready for this, I’m sure of it. You can do so much more than you give yourself credit for. I know that because I’ve seen you improve with my own eyes, so just believe in yourself. If you do feel too uncomfortable, the door is right there. I’m not leaving this house. Okay, honey?”

Splinter managed to crack a small smile. He wasn’t sure why she was doing all of this for him, but he trusted her above all else. She must have had a good reason for it. He nodded, and they met in another warm, affectionate kiss.

“Whatever happens, I love you,” Cloud whispered into his ear.

“I love you too…”

Behind him, Pearl was smiling widely. Watching this display really took her back. It didn’t feel like long ago when she did something very similar for her own lover. She tapped both of his shoulders and crawled out from behind him. “Alright, you glorious stud. She’ll be with you in a minute. Have fun!” She headed for the door. “And if you’re not too tired afterwards, I’ll be taking a turn too.”

Cloud saw his flustered expression after that comment. She giggled and got up to her feet, still holding his hand. She backed away while keeping eye contact, and their hands came apart. She gave one more encouraging nod while she closed the door behind her.

Splinter’s twiddled his thumbs and his leg bounced up and down nervously, his foot tapping the green carpeted floor. He was alone, for now, but the time of reckoning was closing in. Any moment now, that door would open, and that stress was almost unbearable. He kept telling himself it wasn’t going to be all that bad, but the anxiety still tore through him like a tornado. To keep himself from going bonkers, he studied his surroundings.

This bedroom was big, which was to be expected. He stared at the collection of vintage paintings on the white walls, and the strange memorabilia collected on a desk. Were those Nightmare Night figurines? Why would they be here of all places? In the corner was a comfy looking white bean bag chair and a couple of drawers lined the wall. It occurred to him how strange it was that the guest bedroom came equipped with a desk complete with laptop and swiveling desk chair. He wondered if the computer was on. Maybe he could play a little bit of solitaire to kill time or something. That or he could turn on the large LED tv suspended against the wall. How many tv’s did Pearl have in her house anyway? She could probably afford to have one in every room, including the can. Speaking of which, did she have a golden toilet, or was that really stretching it too far?

His absurd train of thought was brought to a screeching halt, and his stomach immediately dropped. He heard the handle of the door being turned and the door opened, and she walked in. Maybe he should have thought of something to say first, because he was at a loss. The only thing he could do was look on.

His first impression of Death Metal was that she was a lot smaller than he imagined. She looked like she was just a bit over 5 feet in height. Her jet black, perfectly straight hair hung a few inches below her shoulders and looked like it was just washed. Her expression as she walked in and met Splinter’s gaze was placid, even barely engaged considering what she was here for. Her eyes were as vivid as emeralds, toxic green that created an exceptional contrast with her pale beige fur and black mane.

“Splinter?” she spoke with a small yet cold voice.

“Y-yeah, hi,” he managed to squeeze out.

She closed to door behind her and walked closer to him. She stopped before him, and a deafening silence followed as she studied him up and down. Her head cocked to the side ever so slightly and her arms crossed beneath her ample breasts. Splinter could only follow her example and examine her further.

She wore a black, midriff baring shirt that exposed her athletic abdomen and had a red print of what he assumed was a band logo on it, like a messy, bloody splatter mark with letters mixed in there somewhere. It was so indecipherable he could only conclude that it was a pretty brutal metal group, and trying to figure it out would require him to extensively stare at her tits. Her long, camo cargo pants were held up with a belt, and the buckle also had a logo on it that he could actually make out. It read “Death”, how very fitting. He could also see that she was barefoot, her toenails painted black just like those on her fingers.

Couple all that with the dark eyeshadow and the piercings in her eyebrows and ears, and Splinter knew what Pearl was talking about. She was very attractive, but that silent stare she gave him, like she was trying to read him like a book, it didn’t do his nerves any good.

“E-ehm… Nice shirt…” he sputtered out, getting the slightest reaction from her. “What does it say?”

“Flesh Spawn,” she replied with gloomy expression that made it hard to tell whether she was irate or not.

“Oh, never heard of them…” Death chuckled softly and rolled her eyes at his attempt at small talk. Splinter understood the sentiment, since he was never good at that sort of thing, but he had no idea what else to say to her.

The young metalhead turned her back to him and dragged the bean bag chair to the middle of the room. Splinter observed confused as she sat down in it, right across from him. There she sat, arms crossed and staring him down. Splinter tried to avoid her gaze, but couldn’t help locking eyes with her every now and again. This went on for what felt like an eternity. Was this going well? It didn’t feel like it was going well.

“Why aren’t you doing anything?” she finally spoke.

“Huh?”

“We both know what we’re here for, so why are you just sitting there?”

Splinter didn’t have a good answer for that. Well, actually, he did, but he couldn’t bring it out. He was not exactly the type to sex up someone he had literally just met. The more he thought about it, the more he wondered what Cloud was thinking with this idea. “I...I just…”

Death closed her eyes and shook her head. “If you expect me to do all the work, I’m gonna have to disappoint you.”

She rose from her seat and planted her foot on the edge of the bed, right beside him. She leaned her arm on her knee and loomed over him with her short stature, causing his eyes to widen and his body to reel back.

“Get it together, Splinter! I don’t give a fuck how big or small you are down there. Your cock is not the problem, you are!” She pressed her finger against his forehead as she said it. He was taken aback by how direct she was getting all of a sudden. Needless to say, it sent a shock through him. He looked back at her stern expression, not being able to say anything.

“I agreed to do this, but I refuse to fuck someone who’s so insecure they choke up like this at the mere sight of another mare, so snap out of it!” She wasn’t yelling, her voice was still calm but quite dark while she lectured him. “Say something!”

“W-well, I mean… It’s just that…”

“What?” she pushed on.

He faced her with a meek little expression. “...you’re a little bit scary…”

Death’s eyes widened a little bit and stayed like that for a couple of seconds, looking at him. Then, a small smile began to form, and her head bowed down as she started to chuckle. She took her foot off the bed and stood tall, as tall as she could manage. Her hands went to her hips. “We’re going to play a little game.”

“A game?” he echoed.

“Right. If you think I’m scary, then I’ll represent your fear. The point of this game is for you to conquer it.” She turned around and took a few steps, then looked at him over her shoulder. “You’re going to try to dominate me.”

Splinter’s eyebrows raised as high as they could go. Dominate her? What? How in the hell was he going to do that? He was aware of her physical prowess, and although she didn’t look like much at first glance, he was pretty sure she could break him in two if she really wanted to. He remained quiet, eyes darting from side to side.

“Of course, I’m not just gonna lay still and take it. I’m going to try to dominate you right back. Wouldn’t be much of a game otherwise, would it?”

“B-but-”

“I won’t hurt you,” she interjected, “I promised Cloud. If you think I’m going too far, just tell me to stop and we’ll end it, but you’re gonna have to play rough with me if you want to stay in control. However, that stop sign counts for the both of us. If I tell you to stop and you don’t, you’ll be picking your teeth off the floor, got it?”

Splinter gulped and frantically nodded, and then her arms crossed in front of her and she grabbed the edges of her shirt, beginning to lift it. Slowly she slipped out of her shirt, and Splinter was staring in anticipation as she undressed in front of him. When her arms were raised, he could see the sides of her big, buoyant breasts bulging out. She stood topless, her back turned to him and her legs slightly apart, and it was such a sexy and alluring sight. Those heavy cargo pants below her naked, pale furred back, and those very well balanced proportions made her look both hot and badass at the same time.

“Hope this is enough to make up your mind.” she said in her usual, cold inflection. “Your choice. Come at me to start the game,” her arm extended and she pointed to the door, “or leave if you wanna chicken out. I don’t care which, but don’t waste my time if you’re not up to it.”

Splinter grimaced and looked down to the floor. There was a long silence, so Death looked over her shoulder again, and she could see that he was struggling to come up with a decision. She let out a big sigh. “Be confident in yourself. I was told you have the skills, so you’ll do fine. Just grit your teeth and man up, and show me your war face!”

Be confident, that’s something he had heard plenty of times. In his time with Cloud, that was something that had definitely improved. He was now at the point where he had no qualms just taking her and giving it to her, even taking the initiative every now and again. However, now there was someone new in front of him, and that confidence had drained right out of him again. He wondered why. Death Metal was standing there, topless and waiting for him. Cloud was okay with it, Death was okay with it, and he had signed off on it too, so what was holding him back?

Maybe this kind of kick in the ass was what he needed, whether it was Death Metal or himself who supplied it. He was going to play the game, and he was going to win it! With one more scowl, he flipped the switch and lifted himself up to his feet. He took a few, brisk steps and positioned himself behind her. His arms reached through the gaps between her arms and her torso and he grabbed both of her tits firmly.

There was an immediate response. Death groaned and her back arched slightly, pushing her upper back against him. Splinter groped her the same way he did to Cloud, pushing them up and squeezing them together, taking her nipples between his fingers and pinching slightly. Death’s breasts were not quite as big as his girlfriend’s, but equally soft and squishy, and just as pleasant to touch. His handiwork definitely had its effect on her, because her breathing was turning into heaving, and she whimpered and moaned softly. Her head leaned back against his shoulder, turned and looked up at him, as his face was now next to hers. He was turning her on, and he was slowly getting into the zone too.

Then her ass pushed against his crotch for a couple of seconds, and she swiftly broke free from his grasp. She turned around and promptly shoved his shoulders with such surprising force, he didn’t know where she got it from. He stumbled back and was pushed onto the bed. He looked over and watched her march up to him with balled fists. Then she pounced him without warning, pinning him down against the sheets, her knees on either side of him.

“Good,” she said. “Now let me explain the rules. Like I said, we’re going to fight for dominance. When either one of us cums, whoever is on top at that moment gets a point. For instance, if I’m in control and I make you cum with my mouth, I get a point. If I’m on top of you and ride myself to orgasm, I get a point too. So, if you feel like you’re about to go off and you’re not in charge, you’d better do something fast. Masturbation doesn’t count, not that you’d have time for that. Best out of 5, first one to get 3 points wins the game. Got it?”

Splinter nodded. “And if I win?” he inquired.

Death shrugged. “I’ll buy you a beer, or you get a turn with Pearl. Whichever you prefer.”

“And if I lose?”

“You’ll have to wear a maid outfit and do chores around the house for a week.” The look on Splinter’s face was priceless, that kind of panicky expression with big eyes and pursed lips, which made Death chortle a little. “That was a joke. I didn’t really plan on a prize.” He sighed in relief. No matter how he looked at it, that would’ve been an awful experience.

“Enough talk, show me what you got.” She sat up straight on her knees and began to unbuckle her belt. As her pants slowly slid off and her dark red panties became visible, Splinter fought off the urge to just stare and decided to come on strong right out of the gate. He grabbed her by the hips and pushed her to the side, rolling her over on her back. He grabbed the hems of her camo pants and pulled them down. He fixed his eyes on her groin, that wonderful shape of her mound through the lace that was already wet with love juices. He got closer, and noticed she had a different scent than Cloud. It was equally potent and drenched in hormones, but also had a very slight flowery sensation to it. The pussy behind that cloth was calling out to him, so he spread her legs wider and watched as it shifted accordingly. Marvelous!

He was about to pull her undies to the side and go down on her, when he caught her intimidating glare, and he flinched, something that he was about to pay for.

“Don’t waver!” she barked, and her foot pounded against his chest and she pushed him away. He stumbled and tripped, falling backwards on his ass. It was a good thing the floor was carpeted and that he was already crouched, or that could’ve hurt. Death Metal shot up from the bed and stomped up to him, placing her bare foot against his chest and pushing him down while sneering down at him.

“Don’t stop unless I tell you to stop!” she growled.

“S-sorry… I thought you were angry with me.” It seemed Death wasn’t fucking around. She wasn’t being particularly rough, but she had so much strength that she didn’t need to be. Her foot was firmly planted on his chest, holding him down. Strangely enough, though, being in this position was kind of arousing to him, and not just because he could look up between her legs really well from this angle. His breathing grew laboured and there was a blush on his face, and Death took notice of this.

“Don’t tell me…” her head cocked to the side a little. “Are you actually enjoying this?”

“Ehm, well… I- Oof!!!” Her foot pushed down a little harder, pumping the air out of his lungs. She reached up his shirt, dragging it upwards and pressed down directly onto his bare chest. She felt his heart pounding up a storm, and slowly traveled down to his abdomen, her toes caressing and her nails sofly scratching his skin along the way. She pushed the ball of her sole down against his crotch to feel that he was, indeed, rock hard.

“You pervert,” she uttered, and Splinter winced when she pushed down a little harder, rubbing up and down his package. “Does Cloud know you get off on being a sub?”

She bent down and undid his pants, pulling it and his boxers down in the process, revealing his swollen prick. Death bit her lip as she continued to pleasure him with the sole of her foot. She pushed it down against his pelvis and massaged him, before grasping the glans with her toes and lifting it up, stimulating it like she would with the palm of her hand.

“I wonder if I can make you cum like this…” she said, and looked over at him to see that he was really getting into it. His eyes were half shut and he breathed deeply through his mouth. He then looked up and they locked eyes. “These panties aren’t coming off unless you take them from me,” she reminded him.

Little did Splinter know, she was merely playing a role at this point. She had tried the whole dominatrix thing with Winter before, and she wasn’t very good at it, but this was quite an experience on a whole different level. She attempted as best she could to remain stern and cold on the surface, but her pussy was tingling and pooling. She couldn’t hide a blush when she clenched his shaft between her big and index toe and, using the plentiful precum as lube, wanked him off faster and faster.

She switched between the different techniques until Splinter couldn’t hold it anymore. He could have done something to turn the tide, but the whole point system wasn’t really on his mind. Besides, this just felt too good to pass up. Death Metal, with her arms crossed, clenched her toes around his head when she felt his cock beginning to spasm. With a moan from Splinter, the warm ejaculate bursted from between her digits, staining her black toenails with thick, white splotches. His splooge fired point blank against the ball of her foot and splattered in several directions. Death looked on in awe, as even when she pushed it down, 2 more big jets of cream blasted all over his stomach. Even though he wasn’t exactly hung like a horse, he sure did cum like one.

As his cock now rested in a puddle of its own jizz, Death lifted her foot, big drips of the white stuff dangling from her toes. She wouldn’t admit it out loud, but that was incredibly hot. “One point for me.” she commented, and used his shirt as a doormat to wipe the mess off..

Death Metal got down on her knees and took his freshly milked shaft into her hand, beginning to jerk it off, prepping it for the next round. She glanced over at the orange brown stallion but he was still recovering from the first one. “Are you sure you’re even trying, Splinter? You’re going to lose at this rate.”

Before he had time to respond, his dick entered Death’s mouth and she began to furiously suck it, with very little regard for the fact that he just came. Her tongue swirled around his glans and got him to full hardness again instantly. Along with his cock, she tasted the semen that still coated it. A couple of drops from his last nut were sucked out even. She blushed a little. It tasted so bitter, and it caused a bizarre sensation at the back of her throat, but at the same time it turned her on to an almost unreasonable degree.

She pushed down deep, so deep in fact that her lips touched his pubic bone and he could feel himself going down her throat, which was something Splinter had never experienced before. She didn’t gag, hardly even sputtered, and he watched in amazement as she swallowed the whole thing. How was she so good at this?

It was clear, her objective was to make him cum again already, or at the very least get him close. He couldn’t let this happen. He didn’t want her to stop, because she was blowing him like a pro, but he had to. If she wanted to see his war face, he would show it to her. It was his turn to take the wheel, and those panties had to come off.

He propped himself up on his elbow and sat up straight, reaching out and grabbing Death by the side of her face. She halted, and his wang slid out of her mouth as he grasped her lower jaw, his fingers squeezing her cheeks. His chest heaved and she stared at him with a mean, provocative glare, while a trail of saliva still connected her lips to his cock.

Next thing she knew, he toppled her, pushing her down on her back. Splinter took off his shirt, quickly wiping away the cum on his stomach, and then he practically ripped off her red panties and threw them across the room, unveiling her cute and very wet pussy. This was the holy grail, and the focus point in this little venture - that tight little pink hole, emitting the most bewitching aroma that made his mind go ballistic. This time there would be no hesitation.

He spread her legs wide and pushed them back, pointing her slit skyward, then buried his muzzle into it. Death’s response was a form of elation in her own style. She growled, her body squirmed and she grabbed her own tits. Next came a very aggressive wheezing, and random curse words buried under raspy moaning.

Splinter knew exactly where his tongue was supposed to go. He hit every mark with excellent precision and frequency, and adapted the pressure according to her reactions. He tried to get a little rougher with her clit, and the response he got from her was a convincing and wholehearted “Fuck!”. He even got a little playful and gently bit into her labia, pulling it upward without hurting her.

But he wasn’t done just yet. He wasn't gonna earn any points without making her cum, and he was intending to make her cum hard! His middle and ring finger slipped into her vagina, and now he knew what Pearl was talking about earlier. She was amazingly tight, hugging even his two fingers firmly. He could only imagine how it would feel on his other body part.

He turned his palm upward and searched the wet walls of her love canal. There it was, that distinct swelling, that small area that clearly made Death’s whole body respond. Now he was going to let her have it. He hooked his fingers and began to stir.

Death Metal’s groans turned into high pitched whimpers and strained cries. Splinter’s hand moved fast and was only going faster, fucking her mercilessly at machine gun speeds in just the right spot. Sounds emerged from her mouth she rarely ever made, cute squeaks and desperate pleas.

“Whoa, whoa! Are you...kidding me?!”

The sloshing from her wet snatch was getting so loud, it almost drowned out her moaning, and she overflowed as his fingers ravaged her G-spot. Pressure built up fast below her stomach and rushed outwards. It felt like she was about to have an accident, but there was no stopping this. Then his thumb pushed against her clit, and that was that.

“No! Son of a-! Aaaahhhh! Dammit! Fuck! FUCK!!!”

Her legs began to rumble and twitch violently, and she let out what could only be described as a roar. Splinter’s fingers were forced out and he continued to hit her clitoris with his thumb while she squirted like a busted fire hydrant. A powerful cascade flew straight up over halfway to the ceiling and rained down as hundreds of drops. That geyser kept going for several seconds, and then her body jerked up, then forward and back again, all while she had a wide eyed, gaping mouth expression.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!” she screamed at the apex of her orgasm, and another burst of liquid ejected from her erupting pussy. Eventually it turned into a heavy gushing, and her ass hit the carpeted floor. A few more cries and spasms later, her fifteen second long climax subsided. The strain left her body sweaty and her chest throbbing, but Splinter didn’t stop there. While her muscles relaxed, Death revelled in the gentle licks he continued to apply to her sex button, making adorable little yelps along the way.

She’d had plenty of explosive orgasms before with Pearl, even squirted a couple of times, but outside of her, nobody had ever made her cum this hard before. The way he handled her, and the techniques he used, she could tell he knew exactly what he was doing. How was this guy still a virgin three months earlier? He had earned his first point, but she figured it was time to take the gloves off.

“One point for you,” she said ominously as she stood up to her feet again. She got an obscure look from Splinter, and he instinctively followed her lead. He turned a little bit worried when he saw the fire in her green eyes. “Now, let’s get serious.”

She walked close to him without saying anything and pushed him, shoving him backwards again and again, then grabbed him and threw him into the white bean bag chair. The thing slid along a couple of inches with his momentum, and as he looked up, she was already mounting him, angling his meat staff to enter her. What looked back at him was a small, evil smirk, her pierced eyebrow slightly raised. It was a look that told him she was about to kill him with her pussy, and it made him a little bit wary.

There wasn’t much time for such a thing, however, because just then she sat down and he felt his entire length penetrate her in one fell swoop. This was a moment of revelation to him, the second mare he ever felt the insides of, and although there were a lot of similarities, there were also some differences. Cloud was pretty tight, especially when she did that thing, but Death Metal was on a different plane entirely. Paired with her small body type and her well trained muscles, her pussy felt pristine, like it was barely ever used. Her orifice was sucking him in like a vacuum, smothering his shaft tightly. All of this befell him during the first moment of entry, and it made him cringe, but not at all in a bad way.

“Oh, fuck!” he muttered under his breath.

There was a short moment where Death Metal’s head cocked backwards and she let out a small moan, but then she pinned him down by the shoulders and began to move. He was pushed back into the cozy chair as the dangerous raven haired mare on top of him started screwing him like there was no tomorrow. She grinded and rotated her hips, and bounced her ass up and down in his lap, all while her tits moved along with the motion. She was playing for keeps now, judging by the strength she was using to hold him down and the ferocity at which she was riding him. She was demanding to be in control.

The feeling was so good it was nearly paralysing, but he had to assume control again somehow. He tried to push back, using all force to resist her, but she just growled and pushed him deeper into the chair. No good, she was dominant and working towards another orgasm, and a second point.

He reached for her hips, but she slapped his hands away. He swiftly grabbed both of her tits, and that got a more promising reaction. She gasped, and her hold on him temporarily weakened. That was all he needed to launch himself into her. He took her by the ass and lifted her up, running her against the wall where he started rutting the fuck out of her. She cried out harshly and raised her legs up in the air, digging her fingernails into his back.

It was while he was drilling her, while he plunged his erection as deep into her fuckhole as he could, that he realised what he had done, and what he was doing. He was fucking her this time, not the other way around. He was now laser focused on this game he was playing with this intense, burning hot yet unintentionally adorable young mare. He felt good, great even! Looking at that scowl and the inferno in her emerald eyes, she looked so dangerous, and that made him want to conquer her even more. What a rush!

Death placed her feet back on the ground and braced her hands against the wall. She got on her tippy toes and her legs shook at the feeling of that muscle going in and out of her. He grabbed her hips and adjusted his angle, making her give a long and agonizing groan. He was aiming for her weak spot again, and she was getting close. With a powerful shock from her pelvis, she managed to catch him off guard and push him away, and his cock slipped out of her.

Death Metal went wide eyed at this sudden, empty feeling. Frantic to get it back, she jumped Splinter and wrapped her legs around his waist, while he stumbled to keep his balance after the sudden weight shift. He hit the ground, her legs softening the impact, and she inserted him back in. Still a little bit dazed from the surprise attack, he looked up to see her go full on cowgirl on him, her jaw clenched and eyes enraged.

He grabbed her by the sides and rolled her over. Death reversed it before he even got one full thrust in. Once she was on top again, she assumed a squatting position and slammed down on him. Then, her entire body shook and tensed up, and she came. Her second climax, and her second point.

Splinter tried to grab her, but she firmly grasped his wrists and pinned them down against the floor. He tried to struggle free, but it felt like he was restrained by cuffs. Despite cumming, Death Metal didn’t stop fucking him. She was intending to roll right into the next one, or force him to jizz inside her, either one ending the game. The score was 2 to 1 in her favor, so if he didn’t do something soon, he was going to lose.

Her ferocity reached new heights. Her pelvis smacked against his in rapid succession, and her sweat dripped down onto his body. Her tits rocked and bounced, and her face was flushed, turning crimson red with heat, strain and passion. Her threshold was beginning to crack; her moans grew more frequent and louder. Death Metal was at her absolute peak.

There was nothing anymore at this moment. As Splinter looked up to see her like that, enjoying him on the most carnal level, he wondered why he was even apprehensive in the first place. It didn’t even matter anymore if he won the game or not. When it came to those horrid feelings that plagued him, there was nothing anymore. That didn’t mean he was going to let her win though. He wanted Cloud to be proud of him.

But what was he going to do? His arms were out of commission unless he managed to distract her enough to break free. He had to think of something, and he had to keep his head in the game. She looked at him through one half open eye and gave him a small grin. “It’s almost over. You did pretty well…”

What Splinter did then, nobody would have seen coming. Anybody who knew him would have been left stunned, even Cloud. He looked Death Metal right in the eyes and retorted.

“Don’t talk like you’ve already won, you bitch!’

Death froze, looking down at him with widened eyes. Bitch? Did this guy, who was cowering before her just a little while ago, seriously just call her a bitch? The nerve! How unaware she was that that was just the beginning.

Before she could scowl at him, his pelvis rocketed upwards, slamming his cock up her mewling cunt with serious momentum. “Uwah~” she bellowed, as his curved meat sword slammed against her vaginal wall. She was soon subjected to a barrage of thrusts going right up her poon. When she looked at him, his eyes were fixed on the action, and his teeth were gritted and bared.

Then she bent backwards, and her grip on his wrists failed. He instantly lurched forward and buried his face into Death Metal’s soft, voluptuous titties. His mouth covered one of her erect nipples and he sucked hard enough for Death to moan out loud. But the biggest surprise was still to come. She felt one of his hands grab her right buttcheek and squeeze. The other one reeled back and impacted her ass with all the force that Splinter could muster.

She was not ready for this. The resulting slap and Death’s sudden high pitched yip were so loud they echoed through and reached beyond the house. Time slowed down for Death Metal as the intense sting resonated through her body and almost pushed her to climax. Her eyes were about as wide as they could go, and her mouth was open, orgasmic whimpers pouring out in the immediate aftermath. Even with all the provoking, she never would have imagined he would get this hard handed with her. It evoked a mix of anger and unbridled ecstasy. It was amazing.

Splinter did not rest on his laurels or give her the time to retaliate. Mere seconds later, he had deposited her on the the bed and he was now pumping in and out of her ruthlessly. He quickly gained his second point when DM was tipped over the edge and reached her next orgasm, one that was very twitchy and quite loud. While Death was cumming, Splinter refused to let up. He lifted her hips up and pulled her into his thrusts. They were powerful and on point, grazing against her G-spot every time. Death grasped and pulled at the bedsheets, looking down to see him viciously assaulting her tight, sloshing snatch. The look on his face was like he had turned into some kind of animal, and she was his prey.

She tried once more to turn the tide, but it was no use. Her legs buckled and she let out a cry. The constant stimulation turned her to jello and made it hard to tell whether she was in the middle of cumming or not. That was when his hand pushed down just above her vagina, tightening her tunnel even more.

“That’s-hnn! That’s right against my-! Stop! No, I mean, don’t stop! Ooohhhh, Fuck! Haaaaahhh!!!”

Splinter looked down at her and saw the most amazing sight. Death’s hand covered the right side of her face and her eyes had rolled back in her skull. Her entire body was glistening with sweat and contracted with every push. Then, her tongue ejected from her open mouth, and she started making those intense but cute sounds again. His training served him well, because he was fucking her silly, to the point where she let out a long howl that ended the game.

She audibly splashed all over his cock and literally poured onto the bed sheets. Although there was a lot of pressure, Splinter still wouldn’t stop. She was squeezing and releasing rhythmically, and it got him so close to finishing. The first drips of impatient semen were already oozing from his cock hole, like a small leak right before the dam bursts. Right when he was there, her legs clenched around his hips and pushed him balls deep into her delightful little honeypot, and he began to fill her up. The steaming hot sperm crashed through her insides in waves and in large quantities. His shoulders quaked and his arms felt like lead as the load that was built up finally released into her warm, inviting love tunnel.

When all movement ceased and exhaustion set in, Splinter hunched over her body, his arms propping him up and panting intensely. Although his penis didn’t go down much right away, it was very sensitive when he pulled out of her, making him wince a little. With a heaving chest, he watched the voluminous globs of cum drain from her still convulsing pussy hole and stain the sheets. Death Metal was down and out, her glowing body strewn out on the bed, her eyes closed and head cocked to the side, panting.

“Congratulations,” she finally said after a long silence. “You beat me.”

He smiled and crawled to the head of the bed next to her, letting himself fall backwards with a sigh. “Thanks… Ehm… I’m sorry I called you a bitch. I didn’t mean it.”

“Heh,” she chuckled. “You weren’t exactly wrong.”

Splinter turned his head to her, still in the afterglow stages. “You know, for being so scary at first glance, you’re actually...kind of cute.”

Death furrowed her eyebrows, then opened her eyes for a few seconds to look at him, before closing them again. “Don’t push it.”

A moment later, the door to the bedroom opened. When Splinter sat up straight at the sound, a very excited looking Cloud was already in the room, running up to him.

“YOU DID IT!!!” she beamed, leaping on top of him and embracing him tightly while laughing. Splinter returned the hug and nuzzled close to her. “I’m so proud of you, baby!”

“Holy crap!” Pearl exclaimed when she walked into the room, looking at Death Metal conked out on the bed. “We could hear you from the living room! How did you make her squeal like that?”

“It’s how you use it…” Splinter laughed in an exhausted manner. “And I had a great teacher.” His gaze turned to Cloud and they smiled at each other, and both nodded.

“Apparently!” Pearl sat down next to Death Metal and looked over her. “So I guess he passed?”

“He won by four points, I suppose that counts as flying colours,” she answered.

“Wait…” Splinter interjected, his confusion evident in his face. “You knew about that?”

“The game was Cloud’s idea,” Death replied, “not mine. I just improvised most of it.”

“That’s right. That was part of her battle plan,” Pearl explained. “We developed it when she was here last time, and Death and I have been reciting it for the last couple of days. And that’s not all! Cloud predicted exactly how you would respond too.”

He turned to Cloud again in disbelief, and she nodded and hummed in affirmation. “So… The game was set up?”

“Oh no,” Death said, looking away. “The game was real. I had no intention of losing, and I didn’t hold back much.”

“We just orchestrated the initiation, hoping that you would bite. That’s why we had to practice, to get her into character. Trust me, Death was just as nervous as you were,” Pearl said, making Death grunt in annoyance. She just grinned at her and ruffled her hair.

Splinter stared deep into his lover’s violet eyes. There were so many questions buzzing around in his head, he didn’t know which one to pose first. “But, why Death Metal? Not that that’s a bad thing, but why her specifically?”

“That was Pearl’s suggestion,” Cloud answered. “She doesn’t have as much experience with stallions, and she tends to appear cold and intimidating, but that’s what makes her all the more enticing. She was the best candidate for the job, which I have to thank you again for, sweetie.” She turned to Death Metal with a warm smile, and she blinked at her a couple of times.

“Y-yeah, no problem…”

“I… I still don’t get it.” Splinter stammered, shaking his head. “Why do all of this? If I had spent the rest of my life just with you, I would’ve been happy! So then…why did I just...”

Cloud closed her eyes and sighed deeply, and her smile shrunk and turned gentle when she took both of his hands and cupped them by his chest. She looked him deep in the eyes and began to speak softly. “Splinter, when I first met you, I thought you were a charming young stallion who was just a little bit nervous around women, but then you opened up to me, and I saw just how much pain you were in deep inside. You didn’t believe in yourself, you were depressed and had given up on yourself. That broke my heart. I wanted to help you, to make you see that there’s more to you than you think. During our first time together, I ended up falling in love with you. I watched you improve over these last three months, and not just when it came to sex. But that pain was still there, wasn’t it? In the back of your mind, you still put yourself down, didn’t you?”

Splinter didn’t say anything. His eyes remained fixed on hers, unmoving, and his mouth was ever so slightly ajar.

“Honey, I don’t want you to feel that way, not even a little bit. I want to take all of it away, every last bit of insecurity or self doubt, until you’re as happy as you can be, the stallion you always deserved to be. But I still have a lot to learn. I couldn’t do it alone. Another reason why Death Metal was perfect for this is because I’m too nice, perhaps. I must admit, I was a little bit worried about having you do this, and taking such drastic measures. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you everything in advance, but you did so well, you should be proud of yourself. You took such a huge step today.”

Splinter cast his gaze down and his shoulders slumped down. He was on the verge of choking up. “You went this far...just for me?”

“Well yeah,” Pearl chimed in, still sitting next to Death on the bed. “In case you couldn’t tell, that mare is absolutely crazy in love with you. She’d go through fire for you.”

Cloud slowly nodded in response, her smile growing bigger, but her eyes still loving and caring. “That’s right. I would.”

Their eyes locked again, and his breathing steadily sped up. His face twisted a little bit, and his shoulders began to shock up and down. Then the tears came, unable to be held back. Cloud cradled the back of his head with a gentle hand and pulled him in close, letting his forehead rest on her shoulder. He sobbed and sniffled quietly, and hugged Cloud’s waist tightly. “I’m so happy I have you,” he said softly in between the tears running down his face. Cloud nodded and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

“So am I,” she whispered into his ear. Her cheek rubbed against his, and then he moved back a little to lock lips with her. Cloud wrapped her arms around his neck and they surrendered to the moment.

Death Metal looked on, still on her back with her head turned to them. Their kiss was so long and so very tender, and there was so much warmth coming from it she felt it radiate onto her. It was something she couldn’t look away from. Pearl snuggled up to her, so she turned to face her and their eyes met. Her scarlet eyes smiled at her with a similar kind of warmth. As her arms wrapped around her and their muzzles touched, a very small and sincere smile grew on Death’s face. She grazed her lips against Pearl’s, then kissed her firmly.

Splinter fell back onto the pillow and Cloud came with him, their lips refusing to seperate. They elongated it just a little more before they gently broke it. Cloud’s fingers wiped away the wet streaks on his cheeks, and they smiled with bliss as their muzzles cuddled together.

“Aww, you two~” Pearl chanted, her cheek pressed against her girlfriend’s and hugging her like a teddy bear. “I can tell you’re gonna go far.”

“I’m sure of it,” Cloud said.

“Yeah, me too,” Splinter said, still a hint of melancholy in his eyes. He took a deep breath and chuckled. “I wish I had at least put on pants before I got all emotional. It’s a little awkward…”

All four started laughing. “Splinter, in this house, pants are purely optional,” Pearl declared. “Speaking of which,” she continued as she popped the button on her shorts and wiggled out of them, rendering her bare pussy. “I hope you didn’t forget about my turn.”

“Eh?” Splinter blushed, then looked at Cloud to see her tower over him on her knees, lifting her skirt and pulling her white lace panties down by the strings. “Eh???” He blushed even harder, and then he noticed Death crawling up to him on all fours, stoic at first, but then smirking. “What?!

His head snapped back to Pearl to see her tits flop out as she pulled her top up over her head. Then back to Cloud, eyes growing ever bigger, to see her in her bra, stuffed to bursting with her jugs. While she reached back to unhook it and unleash them, Pearl’s fingers grasped his already revitalised prick. Cloud laid down beside him, those massive melons squashing against him and her hand running all along his upper body. Death Metal caged him in from the other side, pressing her tits against his arm. All three looked up at him. His eyes darted from one to the other, over and over again.

His mind actually exploded at this moment. While Pearl’s warm mouth engulfed his cock and her tongue entangled it, he thought about how fast this was happening. While Death licked all across his chest and down to his abs in big strokes, rubbing her nude body against his, he considered that he never expected something like this to go beyond the realm of fantasy or dreams. While Cloud kissed him deeply and he tasted the flavour of her saliva, which had an addictive quality to it, and he felt her tender tongue against his, he wondered how he got to the point of being in bed with three gorgeous, naked mares all over him.

Splinter got way more than he bargained for. He was half expecting a threesome, and that was already a huge maybe. But a foursome?!