Expensive Tastes

The door to the sauna opened, and in the wood-paneled hallway outside were Lotus Blossom and her sister Aloe Blossom. They gave us their lovely little smiles and beckoned us out. “Meester Fancypants, Mees Fleur de Lis, it is time for your massages.”

After our fun with Rarity and her friend Applejack the prior day and night and day, Rarity had recommended this spa to us as ‘simply the best in Ponyville.’ She had arranged for us to have the place all to ourselves—which hadn’t been terribly difficult, as there’s never much demand for spa services in the middle of the week—so that we would be given the full-course, five-star service at the hooves of the twin owners of the place.

So far, they had lived up to the praise Rarity had heaped upon them, treating my wife and I with expert care. It had been profoundly relaxing, and being in the presence of three such lovely ladies all day had a charm of its own.

Fleur and I left the sauna, and Lotus held out a big fluffy towel for me to step into, as Aloe did the same for Fleur. A light sheen of sweat had formed on Lotus’ coat in the few moments she had stood in the steam washing out of the open sauna, which I found quite fetching. She laid the towel across my shoulders and left me briefly to shut the sauna door. I glanced over at Fleur and smiled to see her practically purring with appreciation as Aloe toweled her dry. Then Lotus was back, and I was almost purring myself at how good her strong hooves felt as they rubbed the soft towel all over my body.

The job was finished in moments—far too quickly, if you ask me—and then the twins gestured us down the hallway and padded ahead of us on gentle hooves. I definitely did not look at Lotus’ delightfully plump little blue rump, nor did I take advantage of the way the high arch of her pink tail permitted me glimpses of her pert vulva nestled between her cheeks. A gentleman would never.

I glanced over at Fleur and found her grinning at me. She and I had spent a fair bit of our time in the sauna speculating about how the twins’ accents would sound in the throes of passion, so I knew she was on the same page as I was. Nevertheless, I made a show of shame at being caught, and her grin widened.

As we walked deeper into the spa’s facilities, I noticed again the subtle and complex scent wafting from the twins. It was intriguing, and I could not place it, despite my passing familiarity with perfumes and colognes.

The hallway opened out into a large room lined with padded tables, each separated from the others by a folding screen. The twins led us to two adjacent tables and folded back the screen which divided them. Lotus turned her little smile on me and patted the table. “Meester Fancypants, if you will climb onto the table, please, I can begin your massage.”

“It would be my pleasure,” I replied, and mounted the table with the aid of a step stool positioned nearby. I rested my head on my crossed arms with my legs stretched out behind me. The languor of the sauna was heavy in me, making all my muscles feel like soft putty already. I closed my eyes as Lotus touched me, kneading my shoulders with a strong grip.

It rapidly became clear that I was not as relaxed as I had thought. The massage hurt, pain shooting through my shoulders. I groaned at the feel of it, and Lotus giggled lightly. “Do not worry, Meester Fancypants, the pain will be gone soon, and afterward, only good feelings.”

I nodded against my arms and groaned again. I had expected pain—this was far from my first massage—but never had I been in the hooves of a masseuse so direct, and rarely one so skilled. The pain was incredible, but it was already fading as Lotus rapidly ironed the worst kinks from my shoulders. I heard Fleur groan from the next table, and cracked my eyes to see her pressing her lips together as Aloe pulled tension from her muscles. Lotus worked her way down my body, massaging my spine, my hips and my legs, all the way to my rear hooves, where she pressed tension out of my frogs, which was less ‘painful’ and more ‘ticklish.’

On the next table, Fleur groaned again, and my ears pricked up—it had a tone I knew well: not a groan of releasing tension, but one of increasing arousal. I looked over at her and saw that her pale cheeks were flushed slightly. I glanced back and found Aloe very much not looking at Fleur’s raised tail, her own cheeks displaying a pronounced flush. Judging by that groan, my wife’s pussy would already be visibly wet, and her vulva was no doubt swelling deliciously. She didn’t often become aroused from massages; it took an especially skilled and attractive masseuse or masseur to cause that reaction. In hindsight, I should have anticipated this after Lotus’ touch demonstrated her skill. I did not want to embarrass Aloe, so I refrained from showing any reaction to the rising sexual tension at the other table. Much better to simply let things play out as they would.

Lotus finished with my other frog, laid my leg back on the table, and began working her way back up my body, her hooves gentle and soothing now against my thoroughly relaxed muscles. I sighed, my breathing becoming deep and regular.

She reached my shoulders, and pressed her hooves into my neck, ironing out spots of tension with relentless precision, moving little by little to my head. When she reached it, she lifted her hooves away and walked around to face me directly. She leaned her arms on the table and gently pressed her hooves into my cheeks, beginning a delicate massage of my whole face.

It felt wonderful, and it gave me an excuse to admire her from close range, her almond-shaped blue eyes not quite meeting mine, that cute headband holding back her long pink mane—she leaned closer for a moment, and her mane swung toward me, brushing fetchingly against her jaw.

I opened my mouth to make small talk, but at that moment, Fleur spoke, the purring rumble in her voice causing my heart rate to hasten. “Aloe . . .” she said.

Aloe lifted a polite eyebrow, continuing to massage Fleur’s face. “Yes, Mees Fleur de Lis?”

”Stop the massage.”

Aloe instantly lifted her hooves away, her expression of surprise mirrored by Lotus’. Fleur squeezed her eyes shut in concentration as her horn lit. Lotus and Aloe exchanged worried glances. A moment later, my tuxedo coat wafted into the room, surrounded by the glow of Fleur’s magic. It fell unceremoniously to the floor, leaving my wallet hovering in midair. A bundle of money lifted out, and the wallet fell on top of the coat. My hopes rose along with my eyebrows. I really should have seen this coming, I told myself.

The money floated to Aloe and waited by her. Fleur said, “Take the money.” Aloe reached an uncertain hoof to do so. Fleur continued, her voice carrying undertones that, to my ears, were positively dripping with lust. “You’ve been paid for your service. Our business is concluded. Now I’m not a client anymore, so there’s no risk of misunderstanding when I say I want to have sex with you.”

Aloe’s eyes grew as big as saucers. She looked at Lotus, and unspoken words passed between them. Then she looked at me, uncertainty in her expression. I smiled at her, as reassuring as I could be. The way she stood, the cant of her gaze when she looked at Fleur, it was subtle but obvious: she clearly found Fleur appealing. It would have been boorish of me to stand in their way. “Don’t worry about me, my dear. If you want to, please feel free.”

Aloe nodded, looking poleaxed. She turned back to Fleur, wide blue eyes meeting half-lidded lavender for a moment before her expression shifted from indecision to resolve. Quiet steps sounded on the floorboards as she handed the bundle of money to Lotus, then returned to Fleur’s table. Aloe took a deep breath, her mouth set in a line that was either determination or self-control. Fleur licked her lips, and Aloe lunged forward, pressing her mouth to Fleur’s in a passionate kiss. Fleur squeaked in surprise, then hooked her arms around Aloe’s blue-maned neck and pulled her close.

Lotus looked down at me, appraising, a hint of worry in her eyes. I shrugged. “I, for one, would very much enjoy the rest of my massage. Your skills are positively delightful.” She smiled that little smile and seemed to relax a bit, then cupped my face in her hooves and resumed the massage. I couldn’t help but notice the blush spreading over her cheeks and across her muzzle at the wet noises and murmurs of pleasure from the next table.

Aloe’s voice was a little high, a little tight, like she was struggling to control it. “Mees Fleur de Lis, I want to taste you.” As you might expect, that drew our attention to Fleur’s table.

Fleur panted, nodding eagerly. “Oh, yes. If your hooves are that good, I can’t wait to feel what your tongue can do. And please, it’s just Fleur, darling.”

Lotus’ hooves froze on my jaw as we watched Aloe move around the table, her tail held higher than before, her pert little pussy now swollen and gleaming in the light. She bent to Fleur’s gorgeous ass and her muzzle disappeared between the slender swells of my wife’s cheeks. Fleur gasped. “Oh yes! Oh, yes oh yes!” Aloe’s eyes drifted shut, her jaw working rhythmically, making Fleur writhe and moan.

Lotus was transfixed by the display of Fleur’s pleasure, which I well understood, having often felt the same way myself. The flush had spread all the way down her neck, and her mouth hung slightly open. I recognized the signs, and I gently pushed her hooves away from my jaw. That drew her attention, and she looked a question at me. I smiled up at her. “I won’t take offense if you want to go join in, Lotus.” She drew a shuddering breath, her blush deepening.

Fleur hissed, “Fffffuck me, oh Sun you’re so good at that . . .”

Lotus glanced over at Fleur’s words, then nodded. “I— yes, I think I will, Meester Fancypants.”

She walked toward the other table, her pink tail lifted high over her wonderful plump butt. I admired it openly, and felt a stirring in my sheath. No reason for modesty now, I reasoned, and rolled onto my side on the table, my head propped up on one hoof. I allowed my arousal to grow as Lotus and Fleur smiled at each other and Lotus dipped her head to lick at Fleur’s slender horn, drawing a pleased noise from her.

My cock pushed itself up the table, growing bigger in time with the beats of my heart while I watched Lotus’ round bottom bounce and flex as she leaned back and forth to lick and kiss all over Fleur’s face and neck. When it reached its full extension, I glanced down at the head and noticed that I was leaking precum all over Lotus’ table. I levitated a towel over and lifted my penis to place the towel underneath. No sense being a rude guest, after all.

Aloe’s head began moving, apparently drawing long licks over Fleur’s lovely pussy. I nodded; Aloe had good instincts, that would surely make Fleur— my thought was interrupted as Fleur’s moans increased to a scream. Her body stiffened as she came, and I noted appreciatively that Aloe did not stop in her attentions until Fleur finally relaxed on the other side of her orgasm. She had very good instincts indeed.

As Fleur came, Lotus plunged her hoof between her legs and rubbed herself furiously, bringing herself to a small orgasm which overlapped the tail end of Fleur’s. She whispered in a rolling, consonant-heavy language all through her climax, and her lovely ass flexed as she thrust herself down onto her hoof. My cock throbbed at the sight.

Fleur’s orgasm ended with giggling, a happy smile on her face. She looked at me and blew me a kiss, which I returned. Her big eyes swept the length of my cock, and she winked at me, a promise of pleasure to come. She knew me so well. She leaned up to Lotus’ ear, which flicked as Fleur whispered into it.

Lotus, still quivering a bit from her orgasm, glanced down at Fleur, then over at me—or specifically, my cock. Her eyes widened. “Oh my—!” she gasped, her eyes showing sheer surprise, then the surprise turned inward and her head dropped as she suddenly came again, her words lost in unintelligible babbling.

At the sound, Aloe raised her head to look at her sister, then over at me. She raised an eyebrow and whistled, impressed. “Lotus, that is a big one even for you.”

Lotus nodded, head still hanging, catching her breath. Fleur stroked a hoof tenderly through Lotus’ mane, smiling at her. Lotus raised her head to meet my eyes, then swung her round butt to point directly at me, her eyes still locked on mine. She deliberately lifted her tail to the side, showing me her soft, dripping pussy. “I want your cock inside me. Will you fuck me, Meester Fancypants?”

I grinned and climbed down off the table. Her eyes followed my cock as it swung back and forth beneath me. “Only if you drop the ‘Mister,’ ” I said.

Her blue eyes flicked up to mine. She smiled that little smile, and her pussy winked at me. “Please fuck me, Fancypants.”

The naked desire in her accented words made my cock give a hard throb, and I felt a drop of precum fall from the tip. I nodded genteelly. “It would be my pleasure, Lotus.”

Her gaze dropped back to my cock as I approached, her breath coming in short panting gasps. I positioned myself behind her, and she bit her lip and put her head between her hooves on the edge of the table. Fleur nuzzled the top of her head, planting light kisses here and there on her pretty face.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Aloe comparing the head of my penis to her sister’s rump with a doubting look. She dropped her hooves from the table with a light thump, and stepped quickly over to us. She sat down next to me and met my questioning look with a steady gaze. “You are very big. I am worried for her.” I nodded; that was perfectly understandable.

Aloe lifted her hooves to cradle my cock—a marvelous sensation, those talented hooves on my shaft. I made a mental note to try to fit a hoofjob in later—and gently tugged me toward her sister’s waiting pussy. I looked down, admiring Lotus’ broad hips and curvy body as I inched closer to feeling it for myself.

The head of my cock touched her vulva, its heat radiating into me. Lotus braced herself, but Aloe tugged back, bringing me to a stop. Both Lotus and I groaned, and she rolled her hips, slathering her dampness all over the flat head of my cock, her slick flesh causing an almost painful pleasure as it slid over me.

Aloe moved my cock up and down, parting her sister’s pussy lips and positioning my throbbing, slick head at the entrance to Lotus’ vagina. Then Aloe tugged on me again, and I slid forward with agonizing slowness, biting my lip at the intensity of sensation as I finally entered her, her heat surrounding my head, squeezing me tight. Lotus sucked in a breath and her hips began quivering. Fleur smiled at her and stroked her mane.

Aloe glanced at her sister’s face and tugged me to a stop with only a few inches inside. “Lotus, are you alright?”

Lotus rolled her hips, stirring the head of my cock around inside her amazing tightness. “Uh-huh,” she whispered. I felt her clench around the tip of my penis, once, twice, then she burst out, “Ohhhh Sun!” and she was coming, still squeezing me inside her in a rhythm which matched the peaks of her moans. I felt my balls rise; seeing, hearing, and feeling a mare come because of me was the most erotic thing in life. I forced my arousal down, banking the flames. Waiting now would only make my eventual orgasm all the better.

Fleur watched my face, enjoying my efforts to restrain myself despite the lovely mare orgasming on my cock, her accented cries filling my brain and making my chest tight. Aloe, in turn, was watching her sister come, her hooves still gripping me, holding me still. When Lotus’ orgasm ended, Aloe nodded, seemingly satisfied. “It seems she is fine with this huge thing inside her. You may continue.”

I don’t even have it in me to respond, other than to push deeper, working my way into the tight softness of Lotus’ beautiful body. Aloe kept her hooves on my cock, letting me slide through them as I penetrated her sister, which only added sensation to sensation. This was a real test of my ability to control my orgasm, but I was determined to rise to the challenge.

I began rocking my hips with short movements, working my cock deeper into Lotus little by little, encouraged by her squeaks and high-pitched moans and by the occasional foreign word she spat out, as though talking to herself. A little more than half my length was inside her when I bottomed out. I pulled back quickly at feeling her cervix, not wanting to cause her pain.

She sighed with evident pleasure, her hips trembling around my cock, and she lay her cheek on the table to look back at me. “Stay inside for a moment, Fancypants,” she said. I nodded, perfectly willing to take a little while to savor the slick heat and softness of her. I ran a hoof gently down her spine, and she moaned and giggled.

Fleur rolled onto her back on the table, and flicked her tail to brush against Aloe’s ear, drawing her attention. “Aloe, darling, do you feel like letting go of Fancy’s cock long enough to let me taste you?” She continued with an impish grin, “There’s enough of him to go around, I promise.”

Aloe blinked at my shaft, her blush flaring up, as though she’d forgotten she was holding me. She let go, to my mild disappointment, and gave an awkward laugh. Fleur grinned at her. “Come on up here, my dear.”

With a nod, Aloe climbed up onto the table using the step stool. She straddled Fleur’s head, and Fleur gave a long lick up the inside of her leg, eliciting a shuddering sigh from the plump pink mare. “Mmm,” Fleur said, exactly as though she’d just sampled a particularly fine vintage of wine. She raised her head, her taut belly muscles flexing appealingly, and pressed her muzzle to the source of Aloe’s arousal. I saw her tongue dart out once, twice, three times, Aloe’s buttocks flexing with each lick, and then she pulled her head back, licking her lips. “Oh, darling, you are delicious!” She lapped at Aloe’s slickness again, her tongue busily working, making Aloe pant.

Once again she pulled away, stretching her neck toward me. “Fancy, you simply must taste her.” I stretched my neck to meet Fleur’s kiss, accepting her tongue into my mouth. She was right; Aloe tasted like some sort of exotic fruit, sweet and salty and bitter all at once, unlike any mare I’d ever tasted before. My cock twitched inside Lotus, and I wondered if she tasted the same.

Fleur broke the kiss and eagerly resumed pleasuring Aloe’s cute pussy, earning loud and approving exclamations from the little pink mare, her blue tail flagging side to side, whipping against Fleur’s horn.

Lotus shifted her attention from Fleur’s tongue to me. She rolled her hips around my cock, and her voice was tight. “Fuck me now, Fancypants. I want to come over and over with your big cock inside me.” I could not help groaning at that, and my shaft gave a hard throb inside her. Her eyes widened at that, then dropped to half-mast. She wiggled her hips, stirring me around inside her, and her eyes went distant at the sensation.

I panted, clamped a tight hold on my rising urge to come, and pulled out of her all the way to the tip in one steady stroke. A big smile lit up her face, and she almost moaned, “Oh yes, give it to me, please.” I wouldn’t turn down such a polite request. I bucked my hips, driving my cock back into her, stopping just short of bottoming out. Lotus gasped in delight, and then the breath hissed out of her in a shuddering groan as she began coming again. Her pussy clamped down on my length, clutching and releasing in time with her yelps and sighs.

I resolutely ignored the fantastically arousing display, and kept fucking her. Each time I pulled out, she gripped me, and each time I thrust into her, she relaxed as though welcoming me. Her pussy was as amazing as the rest of her body, and I loved looking down at her pretty face, seeing her expression of pained pleasure as she was lost in the throes of orgasm. As long as I kept filling her, she kept coming, with seemingly no end in sight.

Aloe made a hungry, needy sound, almost in harmony with her sister’s orgasm, and lifted her mouth from Fleur’s nipple, which she had been sucking on while Fleur licked her pussy. Aloe turned her blue eyes on me, hot with lust. “Fuck her, make her come on your cock, stuff that huge thing in her, fill her up she loves it . . .” Her words trailed off as her eyes lost focus, her jaw hanging slack for a moment. Then she threw her head back and yelled, “Right there!” Fleur increased the pace of her licking as Aloe stood frozen, balanced on the knife-edge of orgasm. Fleur hummed against her pussy and she came, hunching down over Fleur’s body, sweaty blue mane falling across her face despite the headband she wore, her hips bucking and writhing against Fleur’s tongue, her voice crying out in a nonstop growl of pleasure and release.

Lotus tossed her head at the sound of Aloe’s orgasm and began driving herself back onto me, meeting my thrusts. Her pussy clenched even harder on me, and her small noises of pleasure transformed into loud grunts, her body convulsing with each orgasmic peak. After only a moment of that, the yelps returned, but now with an edge of pain. She pushed a hoof back against me. “Stop, stop, it’s too much.”

I slid out of her as gently as I could, and gently caressed her shoulders and neck with a hoof as her orgasm ebbed away. Finally she stopped twitching, and her panting ended with a sigh. She relaxed, almost collapsing against the table, a big pleased smile on her face. She looked at me, her eyes almost drunk with pleasure. “Wonderful,” she said. “Just wonderful.” She lifted her chin. “Kiss me.”

I smiled, pleased at the chance to kiss at least one of the sisters. I shuffled a step to the side so that my erection wouldn’t interfere with the kiss, and moved forward to meet her lips. She tasted wonderful, a clean, bright flavor, not quite mint but close to it, and the heat of her recent arousal was still in her mouth.

I lost myself in the kiss, enjoying the quiver of her lips as she stretched her tongue out to lick mine, the taste and heat of her breathing into me. Our tongues danced around each other, each flick of hers against mine communicating directly to my cock, making it throb and twitch. Dimly, I was aware of Aloe’s orgasm winding down, her growl tapering off to a quiet moan, and finally to panting as she lay atop Fleur’s body. At last, Lotus and I separated. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of bliss as we looked into each other’s eyes, seeing hers warm and heavy with satisfaction.

She leaned into me, pressing her soft lips to my neck, laying a series of light, tickling kisses down my coat. I tilted my head away as she went, giving her better access, thoroughly enjoying the tender, intimate touch of her lips. When she reached the hollow of my throat, she nuzzled me, her tongue darting out in little teasing licks. I hummed in approval, and felt her smile. She nibbled that sensitive bit of skin, and I gasped. “That’s delightful,” I said. “Harder.”

She bit me harder, as I asked, and I felt the pang of pleasure shoot straight to my cock, squeezing out a heavy drop of precum to splash on the floor. She pulled away curiously at the splash, and looked down between my legs. Her eyes went wide at the sight of my waiting erection, and a hoof fluttered to her mouth. “Oh, Fancypants, I am sorry, I forgot you did not come.” I noticed Aloe’s head lift from her sleepy posture on Fleur’s belly. Lotus continued, “And after you pleasured me so well, I feel so rude, treating you so badly.” She looked up at me, the corners of her mouth drawn down sorrowfully.

I chuckled—it was no great burden, waiting a while for my orgasm, and she looked irresistibly cute like that. “No apology needed, my dear, I’m fine, and glad to have pleased you.” I bent to touch a kiss to her pouting lips, and was happy to see her smile again. “But, with that said, I would enjoy some attention.”

Lotus nodded thoughtfully, her eyes going heavy-lidded. “I do not think I could bear to have you inside me again so soon, but . . . would you like to come on me?” At the thought, my cock leapt, slapping itself against my chest. I instantly imagined her sleek blue coat streaked with white, and my cock throbbed hard enough to hurt.

Fleur spoke, her voice languid as she gently stroked Aloe’s hips and thighs. “Darling, if you’re coming on ponies, count me in. It’s been a while, after all, and I imagine this one will be spectacular.” My eyebrows rose to my hairline. What a marvelous day this had become.

Fleur patted Aloe’s butt. “Let me up, Aloe dear. I need to go be coated in my husband’s cum.”

Aloe hesitated, then addressed Lotus. “Let me do it, sister. I want to make him come.” She looked at me. “If I suit your taste.”

Her flush covered her body from her cheeks all the way down her throat to her chest, much darker than her coat. Her teeth worried at the fullness of her bottom lip. Her eyes, so like her sister’s, met mine with a startling directness that was different than Lotus. She most certainly did suit my taste. “I would enjoy that very much,” I said. She brightened, and began climbing down off the table. As she swung her leg over Fleur’s supine body, I got a tantalizing glimpse of her well-fucked pussy, and my arousal increased a notch.

Aloe came to me and moved me to the nearest wall, a short distance away. “Lotus, Fleur, lay down here,” she said. She ran a hoof lightly along the underside of my cock while the other ladies arranged themselves on a cushion of towels Fleur levitated over. Her hoof was amazing—even that light touch had me clamping down on my arousal, waiting for all to be in readiness.

In moments, Fleur and Lotus were in position: reclined comfortably on the towels, shoulders touching, rear legs splayed toward me, showing me their deliciously swollen pussies, so alike in color despite the differences of their coats. Aloe had me stand close, almost over them, my precum dripping a small clear puddle just next to their legs. She sat down next to me and I looked at her, meeting the naked lust in her blue eyes. Her mouth hung slightly open as she panted, and then, her gentle touch on the underside of my penis became stroking in earnest as she began the hoofjob.

I threw my head back at the intensity of the sensation, and heard Fleur purr. I looked at her and found her hoof busy between her legs, stroking her pussy expertly. Lotus was watching her masturbate with obvious interest, her pussy winking with her arousal. Fleur’s eyes were locked on the head of my penis, and her voice was distant as she said, “Such a beautiful cock. Come on me, Fancy. I want it to shoot hot cum all over me so I can feel it on my pussy and my stomach and my face.” Her hoof sped up, and her words trailed off in grunting as she brought herself to orgasm.

Aloe nodded along with Fleur’s words and reached back to fondle my scrotum, shifting my balls pleasurably, drawing wordless affirmative noises from me—words were a luxury in the state I was in. She wiggled her hips as she sat on the floor, and dragged her hoof from my balls, over my sheath, and then all along the underside of my shaft. She used her other hoof to caress my flared head, and my eyes widened at the combination of sensations.

Lotus leaned against Fleur, their soft sides pressing together, and ran a hoof lightly over her own nipples. She shuddered visibly at the touch, and raised her big blue eyes to me. Her tongue darted out to brush against her lips. “You felt so good in me, Fancypants. I want you to feel good too. Give us your cum.” She dropped her gaze, watching her hooves as they spread her labia, showing me her moist, deeply pink pussy. She held it open and met my eyes again. “Please?” she asked, her accent drawing the word out sibilantly.

It was too much for me. “It’s time,” I managed, feeling the hot tightness rushing together in my groin. Aloe gave a happy, excited squeal and clamped her mouth over the swelling head of my penis. The sudden pressure and wetness pushed me over the edge like flipping a switch, and the first intense clench of my orgasm was accompanied by the wonderful feeling of a long shot of cum filling Aloe’s waiting mouth.

She moaned, vibrating the head of my cock, then pulled her mouth off quickly, aiming my penis at Lotus in time for the next thick white rope to trace a line from her neck to her nipples. Aloe used both hooves to direct my shots, stroking my cock as she did so. The pleasure was amazing, and my orgasm was as strong as any I can remember. Aloe aimed my next spurt directly at Lotus’ spread pussy, earning a moan from both of us.

Aloe pushed my cock to the side, which was a pleasurable sensation of its own, and Fleur opened her mouth wide, closing her eyes tightly. Lotus began masturbating, thrusting one hoof hard between her legs, and running the other through the cum pooling on her belly, her eyes locked on the tip of my penis. The sight was enough to make my next shot as intense as my first. Aloe steered my cock so that most of the ropy strand landed in Fleur’s mouth and the rest dripped from her neck and chest, almost the same shade as her coat. Fleur immediately swallowed the cum and stiffened as her masturbation increased in tempo.

Aloe directed the rest of my cum between the two mares, and all too soon, it was over, the final, exhausted clench in my groin only causing a feeble dribble to land on the floor, my cock already softening between Aloe’s hooves. She swallowed the mouthful she’d held for the twenty seconds since my orgasm began so delightfully, and made a little contemplative noise like she was tasting a wine she particularly liked. I regarded her with some surprise; even among ponies who very much enjoy the experience of swallowing cum, I had rarely met any who cared for the flavor.

Aloe leaned forward, bringing my penis to her lips for a gentle kiss. “Such a wonderful cock,” she purred. I smiled at her, pleased to be an instrument of pleasure, but also feeling the distant sadness of being seen as only an instrument of pleasure. My breath caught as she turned a radiant smile up at me. She reached up to pull my head down for a warm kiss. The bitter taste of my cum mixed, not unpleasantly, with the sweet, somewhat minty flavor of her mouth, and our tongues caressed each other tenderly, sharing the tastes between us. She broke the kiss after a long moment and looked directly into my eyes from inches away, the corners tilted up with her smile. “Such a wonderful pony. Will you and Fleur stay for dinner? I think I would like to get to know you better.”

A warmth spread in my chest. I returned her smile with interest. “I’d love to, my dear. Fleur?” I looked over to get Fleur’s opinion, and stopped short as I saw that the festivities had not ended yet.

Fleur and Lotus were leaning heavily against each other, their arms stretched to reach the other’s pussy. Their heads were pressed close, and between quiet gasps and exhalations, one or the other would kiss the other’s lips or face. I sat on my haunches to wait—I wasn’t about to interrupt someone else’s pleasure, especially not when it was such lovely pleasure to watch—and was pleasantly surprised when Aloe shifted to sit next to me, her shoulder pressed against my upper arm. She let her head relax to the side to lay on my shoulder, and that same warmth in my chest spread again.

We stood like that as Fleur and Lotus continued masturbating one another, their hooves audibly squishing in a combination of their arousal and my cum. Their breathing increased in intensity, their little moans and cries became less frequent and more focused. After a couple of minutes, Lotus’ little blue hooves lifted from the floor as her legs stiffened around Fleur’s hoof. She pressed her head into Fleur’s neck and gasped. “Right there!”

Fleur’s eyes opened to look down at her hoof, its motions becoming intent and driven. Lotus held her breath for a few heartbeats, then it exploded from her in a low moan, punctuated by yelps. Her legs vibrated in the air and her hoof on Fleur’s pussy became erratic as her orgasm began in earnest. Fleur poked her tongue out, her attention directed inward, and I knew she was close herself, and frustrated. I pushed magic into my horn, and reached distantly for her needy, swollen clit.

She shot a look of gratitude at me as I touched her. Her clit’s slick heat felt wonderfully erotic in the grip of my magic, and I applied pressure just there and wiggled it like so. Fleur bit her lip, then burst out, “Yes!” and I felt her swell and throb in my grip, and saw her belly clench and relax repeatedly as the waves of her orgasm rolled through her.

After a little while, Lotus and Fleur were relaxed against each other, breathing hard. I smiled; it was a lovely sight. As their breathing returned to normal, I opened my mouth to speak, but was preempted by Lotus. She moved her head to meet Fleur’s gaze directly, and said, “Fleur, I think I would like to get to know you and Fancypants better. Will you have dinner with us?”

Fleur smiled, pleased by the request. “I’d love to, darling.” She looked over at me. “Fancy, do you want to stay for dinner?”

I tilted my head to stage-whisper to Aloe. “I think I don’t need to ask her about dinner, what do you think?”

Aloe giggled. “I am happy. We will have dinner after we all have a shower.”

Fleur raised an eyebrow playfully. “Together?” She glanced at my cock, which had begun swelling at the thought of showering with these three damnably sexy mares. “Dinner may be delayed, in that case.”

Aloe craned her neck around my foreleg to regard my rising penis. She looked up at me and licked her lips. “We will see about that. I am in the mood for an appetizer.”