Expensive Tastes

by NorsePony

Rating: mature
Tags: Fleur de Lis, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Fancypants, Sex
Length: 14007

Fleur de Lis and Fancypants indulge their predilections.

Fleur de Lis and Fancypants are a couple because they are both beautiful, they both move in high society circles with ease. . . and because they have similar tastes in the bedroom. They understand and love each other, and their playtimes together are often passionate and intense. Here are some stories of the fun they've had as Canterlot's most eligible couple.

Unless otherwise noted, each chapter is a standalone story. Partners and kinks will vary.

Published 2012-08-21 13:04:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-03 00:23:23 UTC

Fancy, Ascendant (Monocle and Lilies)

The scene: an idle afternoon in the posh Canterlot apartment of one Fancypants.

Fleur de Lis took a sip of her tea, regarding Fancypants intently, sweeping her look over his neat mane, his strong jaw, muscular neck and broad chest. She hummed to herself and finally acknowledged the tingling that had been building in her loins for the past several hours. She set down her teacup with a gentle clink. “Fancy,” she said, calling Fancypants by her pet name for him, “I would enjoy being fucked.”

Fancypants finished sipping his tea, then lowered the cup and met her even gaze across its rim. “That sounds delightful, my darling.”

She gave him a bright smile and sashayed toward the bedroom suite, her pert rump swaying in the way she knew he liked. His heavy hoofsteps came down the hallway behind her, and her heart rate picked up.

In the bedroom, the afternoon light streamed in through the large windows, revealing the rooftops of Canterlot all the way to the castle itself. Fleur sidled up to Fancy with a smoldering gaze. She leaned in to kiss his smiling lips, pressing her full mouth against him for just a moment before pulling away. “Darling,” she said, “I’m in the mood for something special today.”

His eyebrows quirked with interest, but his voice was even. “Do tell.”

She took a deep breath, and let it out in a gust that quavered at the end. She steeled herself. This was the moment of truth. “I want you to use me.”

He blinked at her. “As in. . .”

“I want to be your sex toy. Use me.” Her eyes were bright with desire, distant with fascination at the words that were coming out of her mouth. This was a fantasy which had been stirring in her for weeks, a fuller expression of her delight in being submissive. At last, she was giving voice to it, and the act of speaking about it was making it real in a way her fantasies never had.

Fancy considered for a moment, then nodded. “Alright, my dear, I am willing to do that for you. What else?”

She made herself focus on him, on the here and now of her fantasy coming to life. “I want to be restrained, I want to be used. Hitting and pain are off limits today—I’m still sore from last time.”

He nodded again, and said, “That’s fine by me. Anything else?” She shook her head. “The usual safewords, of course?” She nodded.

He smiled at her and leaned in for a kiss, a chaste brush of the lips. She sighed against him, her haunches trembling. He pulled his head back, a new expression in place, stern and hard. She jumped in surprise, as she always did. The outward change between the sweet, kind stallion she loved and the dominant mask he wore when playing was invariably startling, and it added a sweet frisson of fear to her cocktail of feelings.

He darted his head at the bed, a curt gesture. “Get on the bed.” His tone of command made her hop into action.

She began climbing onto the bed, and he growled in anger. She froze and looked back. “Put your head this way. On your back,” he said.

She rolled onto her back, head dangling, looking upside-down at him as he stalked across the plush carpet toward her. Her breath came faster. He looked down at her for a moment, then stood upright, bracing himself on the bedposts.

He stepped closer, putting his sheath and scrotum right in her face. “Get me ready,” he said, a hint of thickness in his voice that pleased her—it showed that she was already an effective toy.

She lifted her pale hooves toward his pale sheath, intending to stroke him until his magnificent cock, the cock she loved so much, emerged for her to savor. Instead, his horn lit and her hooves were seized in the yellow glow of Fancypants’ magic, bound together as though by cuffs and held away from his body. She glanced up at his face and saw him staring down at her, waiting. He bucked his hips at her, pressing his sheath into her nose for an instant.

She licked her lips and raised her head, rubbing her cheeks and nose over his sheath and heavy balls, inhaling his particular scent with deep, greedy breaths, until the tip of his penis emerged from his sheath. She stretched her neck and darted out her tongue to touch the emerging rod. She moaned at the feeling of his heat against her tongue and lips, and did her best to bathe every inch of his cock as it continued emerging from his body.

At last he was fully erect, his thick dark shaft bobbing over her body like an oar waiting to dip into a sea of pleasure. He placed a hoof on top of his shaft, pressing it down against her body. She felt his length against her chin, neck, and chest, and she trembled at the hot hardness of it, wanting him to plunge it inside her, to gain pleasure from her body. She raised her head slightly to lick at his scrotum, juggling the balls inside with her tongue.

He drew his hips back away from her, and she could not help a little disappointed noise escaping her as her tongue stopped tasting him. He dragged his cock along her body, the flared head scraping along her soft coat. Finally he pulled away from her, and she focused her eyes on the tip of his cock bobbing inches in front of her nose. She moaned again, a needy whine, and opened wide enough to accommodate his girth.

His horn went out, releasing the magic cuffing her hooves. He put a hoof down to hold one of hers, so that she could signal to him wordlessly. Her chest warmed at that sign of his habitual caring attention, and she felt her vulva tremble with her arousal. He moved his hips forward, carefully putting his broad head in her mouth. He gave a quivering sigh as she moved her tongue against it, then pressed his cock further, until it met the back of her throat. She swallowed, then relaxed, inhaling deeply.

He thrust roughly into her, ramming his entire length down her throat in one long stroke. He paused then, his scrotum pressed to her nose, and she quivered under him, feeling his thick cock twitching and hot in her throat. She swallowed, and saw his balls lift at the press of her internal muscles. She licked the base of his cock, her tongue barely able to move around the shaft filling her mouth. She wanted to inhale, to smell him, but couldn’t, and felt the familiar, welcome thrill of fear of being at the mercy of Fancy’s massive cock. She closed her eyes and let herself go limp, relishing the feeling of being a receptacle for her master’s lust.

After a while, she began running out of air, and squeezed Fancy’s hoof to signal him. He immediately began drawing out of her throat, and she moaned inside her head at the feeling of his cock pulling against her. A moment later, he had withdrawn enough that she could breathe, and she exhaled her stale breath and drew a new one deep into her lungs, redolent with the scent of aroused stallion. He waited until she finished inhaling, then began thrusting into her mouth, fucking her throat with long strokes.

If she could have made any sound at all around the cock filling her throat, she would have been moaning in pleasure at his insistent thrusting. Instead she contented herself with watching his dark shaft piston in and out of her mouth. She loved every thrust, every withdrawal, every grunt and twitch he gave while he used her throat. She was his fuck toy, and she abandoned herself to the pleasure of being used. Her pussy trembled with need, and she wanted to reach down and caress herself, but she was only a toy. She would not please herself until her master was finished with her. Her clit throbbed at the thought, and she writhed on the bed.

After a while, Fancy pulled his cock from her mouth, and it bobbed in the air between them, glistening with her saliva and trembling with his arousal. He gestured dismissively at her. “Now on your stomach. I’m going to use the other hole.”

She panted with desire and scrambled to flip around. In seconds, her slim rump was hanging off the edge of the bed, her tail thrashing from side to side, revealing her pinkly swollen pussy to Fancy’s lustful gaze. He snorted and stepped forward, and she cringed against the bed, trembling in anticipation of being filled by him. Her slender build had earned her a great deal of attention through her life, but Fancypants was the first stallion she’d ever met who looked beyond her physical form and loved her for who she was. His appreciation for her as a person was what had sparked this fantasy of giving her body to him to use as he saw fit. Now, at last, she was going to service him as his cock sock, and she couldn’t wait for it. She pressed her head into the mattress to stifle her cry of joy and raised her ass toward him.

She felt him approach close behind her and she held her breath, but instead of pressure at her entrance, the hot weight of his cock touched her rump, then slid up to lay on her back right above her tail. He leaned down over her, pressing her into the bed, and his length slid along her back until his thighs met her pert bottom. She moaned at the burning heat of his cock laying on her, extending impossibly far up her back, until she could hardly believe that it would fit inside her. She squirmed and made little begging noises, feeling the head slither over her as she did so, leaving a wet trail behind on her coat.

His throaty growl came from right next to her ear. “What’s the matter, toy? Do you want me to put it in?”

She whined, pressed there under him, and nodded her head against the sheets. “Yes, master. Please put it in. Please use me.”

He lifted away from her and slowly rubbed his cock along her coat. She shivered. “Toys aren’tallowed to want anything. But lucky for you, I want a toy around my cock right now, so I suppose I’ll use you.” His voice was hard and tight, and she could barely detect the layers of hot desire behind his words.

His length left her back, and she bit her lip and squirmed around the emptiness she felt inside, her tail flagging against his stomach and thighs like mad. Then, without warning, she was filled, his thickness thrust into her with a single lightning-fast motion. She cried out in bliss at the feeling, her pussy so overloaded with sensation that it was several seconds before she realized that only about half of him was inside her.

She was taut around him, her vulva stretched wide, her walls clinging to his girth. Her girlish tightness made his size a hard thing to accommodate, and it had taken months of careful lovemaking before she had at last stretched to the point that his penis gave her more pleasure than pain. Now when he filled her, the pain was only a faint, delicious twang running under the storm of pleasure she felt from his broad head pressing deeper into her. She moaned from deep in her belly at the pulse of his heart beating against her tight grip.

He pulled out a little, then thrust again, his hips meeting her small round ass, his balls swinging to slap against her clit. She cried out again, the pain greater now but the pleasure more than keeping pace with it. He grunted above her, a lustful exhalation. She knew she was the only mare he’d ever been able to achieve full penetration with, thanks to her unusually large body. She was the best cock sock he could hope to find, and she felt her wetness running down the inside of her legs at the thought.

He pulled out and thrust again, his body meeting hers with a meaty slap. She gasped and thrashed her head against the bed, overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside her like this. His hoof touched her neck, pressing her cheek down into the bed, and she allowed it, tingling in anticipation of whatever her master had in mind.

His hoof moved to her horn, and she bit her lip as he pressed his hoof down on the side of it. It was a strange pressure, tugging at her skull, not pain but strange, very strange. He increased the weight on her horn gradually, and she panted at the increasing sensation of it. Then true pain began rising, and her eyes widened. “Yellow,” she squeaked.

He immediately eased off, reducing the weight until the pain disappeared. “Green,” she said, and hummed in pleasure at the feeling of being pinned, held down by his hoof on her horn. He smiled down at her, then set his face again in his dominant mask.

He leaned down, licking her cheek and her chin. She opened her mouth to him, wanting to kiss him, but he denied her the kiss she wanted, limiting himself to wetting her face with his tongue. She begged him with her eye, but he only grinned at her. Her clitoris throbbed, demanding attention.

He pressed his hips hard against her, flattening her firm little ass against him, the tip of his cock poking against her cervix. She tried to jump away from the sharp pain it caused, but could not move, pinned as she was between his hoof and his cock. She was afraid of the pain he could give her, and the fear only enhanced the pleasure he was filling her with, pleasure that was at his whim to give or deny. She panted whining breaths, drunk with the ecstasy of being entirely under his control.

He responded to that by pulling back and thrusting hard into her, slamming fully home, pressing against her cervix, adding just the right touch of pain to enhance her pleasure. The force of his thrust was enough to lift her back legs clear off the carpeted floor. He began thrusting hard and fast, repeatedly lifting her from the floor, spitting her on his tremendous cock. She panted in time with his thrusts, in time with the heat building in her groin.

She wanted nothing more than to thrust back against him, to meet his thrusts with her own, but pinned at the head and suspended at the tail, she could do nothing but be a passive receptacle for him to fuck into. She was just a toy. Just his toy. Delighted, she groaned at the thought.

Her hooves began crawling down the bed toward her crotch, as though they had minds of their own. She heard Fancypants’ horn light, and her hooves were seized again by his magic, pulling them spread-eagle and bending her shoulders back so that her arms were off the bed. Now she was truly helpless, with no point of leverage anywhere. She was truly a cock sock now, just a hot, wet tube for him to fill over and over until he was satisfied.

The fear of being restrained, the pleasure running through her body, and the bliss of her fantasy coming true overwhelmed Fleur, and she gave herself over completely to the sensations filling her, only able to moan quietly as Fancypants continued thrusting into her.

He pounded her body for long minutes, until her rump was tender and hot from his hips slapping against it, until her pussy cried out for relief from his cock on each thrust and cried out for more of his cock on each withdrawal. Her pink mane clung to her neck, sweaty and lank, and her horn throbbed under his hoof. She lay soundlessly, mouth open only to gulp air. Fancypants still held her unable to touch herself, and her every nerve tingled as she balanced on the edge of orgasm, not quite able to leap off into ecstasy. Her thoughts centered on the red-hot need in her groin, the ready tinder that would not quite burst into flame.

At last, the massive cock inside her missed a thrust, and her breathing sped up, knowing what that meant. His cock swelled, pressing against her walls, and she moaned in an agony of pleasure at the feeling, her eyes burning with desire and anticipation. Fancypants loomed over her, held frozen in that endless moment before his orgasm filled them both, and he grated out, “You come too, toy.”

Her eyes flew wide. The order flipped some switch inside her and an orgasm rose up and filled her brain with fire. “Ohhhh!” she wailed, and it became a scream as she was taken by surprise by her own body’s reaction. Above her, Fancypants gave a growling roar as his orgasm hit. He slammed his hips into her, holding himself tight against her quivering buttocks, and she felt the hot torrent of his cum pour into her in pulse after pulse. She always loved feeling him throb and shoot inside her, knowing that she was draining his balls of the cum she’d made him produce. This time, instead of a victory, each shot inside her felt like a gift her master was bestowing on her, and she loved it intensely. She lay passively, still pinned, still restrained, and listened to her own screams and yelps as her body convulsed around her, lost in the throes of a pleasure she had done nothing to earn. Being a toy was even better than she’d fantasized.

A long moment later, their orgasms ebbed. Fancypants pulled his softening length from her gaping pussy, accompanied by moans from both of them. He lifted his hoof from her horn and released her hooves from his magical restraints, then gently helped her onto the bed, where she sprawled out, completely exhausted. He climbed onto the bed and lay face-to-face with her. He smiled at her, his normal loving smile, his dominant persona shelved now that the game was over. She smiled back, and he reached out, putting his arms around her withinfinite tenderness.

She sniffled, the fear and tension of the scene ebbing out of her with the last aftershocks of her orgasm. He moved a hoof to stroke her mane, and she relaxed with a shuddering breath and shifted closer to him, nestling into the curve of his strong arm.

She raised her head to kiss him, a chaste, affectionate brush of the lips, and she smiled as she looked into his blue eyes. “Thank you,” she said, “for doing that for me. It was wonderful.”

He beamed at her, tired but happy. “Anything for the mare I love.”

She snuggled against his chest. “I love you too.”

Within a minute they were both asleep, the afternoon sun slanting in through the windows casting a warm glow over their smiling faces.

Author’s Note: The original version of this story was written for Sexty Minute Ponies’ prompt #12, “A Pony’s Best Friend,” in which the prompt was “Somepony’s favorite toy.” The FiMFiction version has been expanded and edited.

Applejack, the Rider (Monocle, Hat, and Diamonds)

In the luxurious main suite of Fancypants’ private airship, “The Gilded Lily,” Rarity bit her lip and tossed her head. Sweat dripped from her coat, falling onto Fancypants and the soft white linen of the large bed. He lay on his back, his hooves on her flanks stroking and massaging her cutie marks as she rocked back and forth above him, plunging herself onto his cock. With not even half his length inside her, she was full to the brim, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the cabin as she rode him.

The first faint blush of her building orgasm began swirling in her belly, and she moaned, moving faster on his cock, relishing its tug and pull inside her. As though in echo, a duet of moans came through the bulkhead separating the main suite and the equally luxurious guest suite.

Rarity darted her head down to kiss Fancypants, and he met her hungrily. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, and he licked the underside of it, earning a pleased whimper from her.

She drove herself onto his cock, her orgasm building slowly, her eyes desperate as she sought that height of pleasure. She felt Fancypants smile against her lips, then he sucked her tongue deeper into his mouth, his tongue dancing around it, caressing it, giving her the most wonderful sensations. Her orgasm surged closer, but finally she was left teetering on the brink, not quite able to come. Her exhalations were rising whines, and she began driving his cock into her and pausing, hoping sheer fullness would do what her previous rapid thrusting had not.

She heard Fancypants’ horn light, and then there was a gentle tweaking pull on her throbbing clit, an exquisite fillip of stimulation. Fireworks went off in her brain, and she broke the kiss to scream into the pillow, feeling herself clench around the thick cock inside her, her fullness only pushing the orgasm to greater heights. Next to her, Fancypants hissed out a breath like a steam engine on the boil.

An endless moment later, her pussy gave a final spasm of pleasure, and she let her breath out in a sigh. She smiled at Fancypants and nuzzled her cheek against his, then slowly eased his cock out of her, flinching and moaning as it tugged against oversensitive flesh. She flopped down next to Fancypants, out of breath.

He slid his arm under her neck with a smile, and she curled into his embrace. Her eyes traced the line of his cock, erect and trembling, the tip bobbing over his face. The top half of it was slick and shiny with her juices, and she licked her lips, remembering how it felt inside her. Her still-tender clit throbbed at the thought, and she raised a hoof to his cock, wanting to return the pleasure he’d just given her.

She leaned on him, laying there with his arm around her, and caressed his cock from the base to the tip, pleased by seeing it twitch under her hoof and by Fancypants’ quiet grunt. A fat drop of precum swelled at the tip of his cock, and it clung there for a moment, glistening in the light from the chandelier. He opened his mouth to let the drop fall onto his tongue, then swallowed. Watching, Rarity swallowed along with him, and felt the heat in her belly flare hotter.

A deep groan of pleasure came through the bulkhead from the next suite, rising quickly to end on a high, questioning note.

Rarity stroked the flared head of his cock, enjoying the way he squirmed and panted. Fancypants had been preventing himself from coming until she was sated, like the considerate lover he was, but watching him struggle to control himself as she stroked him, seeing him shift and pant next to her, was stirring a desire. She wanted to make him come, wanted to see his handsome face grimacing in pleasure, wanted to feel his magnificent cock buck and spurt because of her.

She brushed her cheek against his, and put a throaty whisper in his ear. “I’m going to suck your cock.” Saying the uncouth word out loud, instead of in the privacy of her head, gave her a thrill of pleasure.

He swallowed hard and nodded. “Whatever you like, my dear. I am at your service.”

She paused to give him a sultry wink. “I hope so.” She rolled upright and shifted around on the bed until she was crouching next to Fancypants’ head. She turned her head and gave the flared ridge of his cockhead a slow lick.

It was hot against her tongue, and she hummed in pleasure as she tasted herself on him. She lapped at the ridge and the first few inches of his shaft with eager flicks of her tongue, exploring the terrain, seeking his most sensitive places.

He failed to stifle a moan, and the sound stirred her to action. She opened wide, wanting him inside her mouth so that she could taste more of him at once. She hesitated as the moans from next door suddenly vibrated through the bulkhead, rising in intensity to peak in two wet screams. Rarity inhaled sharply, her pussy winking with sudden arousal.

In front of her open mouth, his cock throbbed, the head swelling and squeezing out another fat drop of precum. She darted her tongue to catch it, enjoying its clean, salty flavor and Fancypants’ appreciative groan. She focused on his cock, the dark column of it arcing gently away from her down to his sheath, the veins and ridges on its length becoming indistinct with distance. It was awe-inspiring and a bit frightening. She wanted to see and feel his orgasm, but the sheer immensity of him was too much for her to handle alone.

Her face lit up as she hatched a plan. Three ponies are better than one, they say. She leaned on her elbow and looked down at Fancypants with a smile. “Why don’t we invite Fleur and Applejack to join us?”

He returned her smile, a quiet hunger dancing in his eyes. “That sounds delightful.”

Rarity leaned down to kiss him, their lips sliding against each other. She captured his bottom lip between hers and stroked it with her tongue, drawing a hiss of breath from him. Pleased, she pulled away and squeezed his hoof. He squeezed in return, panting lightly.

Rarity hopped off the bed and headed for the guest suite. She glanced over her shoulder at Fancypants, sprawled on the bed, fully erect. She blew him a kiss and left the room. She knocked at the next door and a moment later, Fleur de Lis answered from within, her deep voice coming clearly through the polished wood. “Come in, darling.”

As she pushed the door open, Rarity’s nose was filled with the scents of sex and aroused mare, and she pulled it into her lungs with relish. Fleur and Applejack were sprawled on the bed near each other, both breathing hard from their recent orgasms. A double-headed vibrator was on the bed between them, slick and writhing. Fleur’s horn lit and the vibrator went still.

Rarity leaned on the door, giving them both a sultry smile. “Would you ladies care to join Fancypants and myself in the other suite?”

AJ and Fleur exchanged a glance, and AJ piped up, “I suppose it’d be good manners to meet our host beyond just a hoofshake when we came on board.”

Fleur gave her a knowing look. “I think you’ll enjoy making his acquaintance, my dear.”

AJ arched an eyebrow at her. “Y’don’t say? Well, let’s go, then. I’m not the sort of gal who’d miss an acquaintance.” With a little grunt, she rolled off the bed to her hooves.

Rarity led the way to the main suite, Fleur immediately behind her. Fancypants had shifted to a chair, a small glass of some brown liquor on the table beside him. His cock had fallen to half-mast, forming a long dark arch extending away from his body.

Applejack entered the room and did a double-take. “Sweet Celestia, look at that thing!” Immediately, she caught herself and blushed. She met Fancypants’ amused eyes, and walked across the room to shake his hoof. “Pleasure to meet you again, sir. I’m Applejack, thank you for having me on board. Your wife is very beautiful.” She kept her eyes locked to Fancypants’, resolutely ignoring the massive dong bobbing next to her.

Fancypants grinned at her. “She’s a tiger in the sack, too, isn’t she? It sounded like you were both having a good time.”

Applejack chuckled and relaxed, settling back on her hooves a little. “You’re sure right about that.” They fell silent for a moment, and then Applejack cleared her throat and indicated his cock with a tilt of her head. “May I?”

He gestured at it, as though to say ‘what’s mine is yours,’ and leaned back into the chair, his glass levitating along with his motion. Applejack looked at his cock, her head turning to take in its full length. She blew out a breath and put a hoof under it, lifting it as though testing its weight. She gave a low, impressed whistle, and shot a glance at Fancypants. He winked at her and raised his glass as though toasting her.

Seeing her gorgeous blonde sometimes-lover hefting that massive cock sparked an insistent throb in Rarity’s pussy, and she glanced over at Fleur. She’d seen Fleur before, in her business and social interactions with Fancypants, but she’d never considered her physically. Now she was, and she found that she liked what she saw. Long legs, big eyes, full lips, and a pert, beautiful ass. She only realized she had been staring at Fleur’s sculpture-worthy ass when it twisted toward her and Fleur’s moist and swollen vulva winked at her.

Rarity stiffened, caught red-hoofed, and flicked her gaze to Fleur’s face. Her full lips were curved in a smile, and her eyes were dancing with amusement. Rarity had the grace to blush. “I do apologize, Fleur. It’s just that it’s . . .”

Fleur grinned and wiggled her butt. “Entrancing, I know. You wouldn’t believe how many ponies I catch staring every day.” She paused, as though a thought had just occurred to her. “Actually, I suppose you would.” She closed one pink eye in a playful wink, and Rarity giggled, her blush flaring hotter.

Fleur leaned close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, you don’t have to just look.” Rarity shuddered with desire.

They were interrupted by a startled oath from Applejack, and they looked over to find her sitting on the floor, using both hooves to stroke Fancypants’ cock, which was towering over her and still stiffening. She looked over her shoulder at them, her eyes wide and bright, and saw them watching. “Rarity, you had this thing inside you?”

Rarity answered, demurely, “Just the tip.”

Applejack shook her head, her hooves still busy coaxing his cock to its full size. “ ‘Just the tip’ is the size of most stallions, let alone their peckers.”

Fancypants and Fleur burst out laughing, and Rarity giggled too. “It’s fine, my dear. Fancypants is a consummate gentlestallion. He has restraint.”

Fleur perked up. “Speaking of restraint, Fancy, Applejack mentioned that she knows a few . . . rope tricks.”

Fancypants perked up too, looking at Applejack with new interest. “You don’t say? Would you be willing to demonstrate for me, Miss Applejack?”

She gave him a considering look. “Sure, I can tie ya up, if you like that sort of thing. I ain’t got my rope, though.” Fancypants looked at Fleur, and Applejack followed his gaze as the tall mare went to a chest snug against the wall and produced a coil of silk rope. She gave it to Applejack, who shifted it in her hooves, testing it. “Huh. Nice rope. This’ll do just fine. Should I just go ahead and do it, then?”

Fancypants nodded and held out his arms to be tied, but Fleur interrupted. “No, no, darling. You simply must be on the bed. It will make things so much more entertaining for us.”

Fancypants grinned. “Right you are, my dear.” He slugged back his drink and stood up, his cock bobbing underneath him. He hopped nimbly onto the bed and lay down on his side, putting his arms behind him to be bound. He met Applejack’s eyes. “This should do nicely, Miss Applejack.”

Applejack prepared the rope. “You can leave off with the ‘Miss’ there, Fancypants. I was touchin’ your pecker just a minute ago. Formality’s kinda gone out the window.”

Fancypants laughed again, and as Applejack began tying his arms, he smiled at Fleur. “You were so right about coming to Ponyville, my dear.”

Rarity came around the big bed to watch the knotting with interest, finding herself aroused by Applejack’s nimble lips and tongue as she tied a series of knots, holding Fancypants’ arms immobile without being tight enough to cut off the blood flow.

Finally he was restrained, a web of silk holding his arms back. Applejack reached up and rolled him onto his back. “How’s that, hon? Are you layin’ on ‘em fine?”

Fancypants nodded and smiled. “Perfectly comfortable, my dear. You may ravish me as you see fit.” He winked, his smile becoming a grin.

Applejack rubbed her hooves together, eyeing his cock. “Don’t mind if I do. This big ol’ thing has been callin’ my name for a while now.” She climbed up onto the bed and positioned her very wet pussy up against the broad head. She pressed back against it, hissing as it pushed between her lips.

Rarity was transfixed by the sight of that impossibly huge cock being swallowed up between the muscular cheeks of Applejack’s gorgeous ass. Applejack began panting, and Rarity panted along with her, unconsciously, amazed by the thought that her own slender vulva had been spread so pornographically around that same cock only minutes before. She remembered the feel of it inside her, stretching her wonderfully, and she felt a drop of her own arousal run down the inside of her leg.

A hoof touched Rarity’s flank, and she flinched in surprise. She looked up at Fleur, whose heavy-lidded gaze made Rarity’s knees feel weak. Fleur leaned in until their lips were only inches apart, and said, enunciating each word, “I want to taste you.”

Rarity whimpered at the sight of Fleur’s tongue moving between her even white teeth. She hopped onto the bed, crouching next to Fancypants, her round butt high in the air and begging for attention. The bed shifted as Fleur climbed on behind Rarity.

Applejack’s panting breaths became moans as she continued to inch further down onto Fancypants’ cock. Rarity laid her cheek against the cool sheets and watched the look of pained pleasure on Applejack’s face as she worked the long dark cock into herself. Fancypants breathed deeply, his face set in a frown of concentration.

Fleur’s hoof touched Rarity’s rump, pulling her cheek aside, spreading her pussy to be licked. Rarity held her breath until the heat of Fleur’s tongue made contact, licking and caressing. Her breath gusted out in a moan of pleasure.

Applejack yelped and stopped backing up. She looked down between her legs and saw how much of Fancypants’ cock was still in the open air, and made a frustrated little sound, as though she’d just lost a competition. Then she shrugged, and began rolling her hips, her pussy making wet noises as she stirred his cock around inside herself. Her face settled into a happy, expectant little smile, and below her, Fancypants’ breathing sped up.

Fleur’s tongue dove inside Rarity, and she pressed her head into the sheets with a cry of approval. The cry caught Applejack’s attention, and she smiled down at Rarity. “She’s got—mmm—got quite a tongue on her, don’t she?” Rarity nodded against the mattress, taking little gasping breaths whenever Fleur’s nimble tongue found a sweet spot inside her.

Applejack stopped rolling her hips, and Fancypants blew out a sigh. She braced her arms on either side of his head and leaned forward, pulling his cock out of her with a slow wet slurp. She bit her lip and snorted. When only the tip was left inside her, she waited a moment, meeting Fancypants’ eyes. Then she leaned back, driving it back into her. She moaned all the way down, a low rumble of satisfaction that filled Rarity’s brain with desire. Applejack sped up her pace with each thrust, sucking air in as she rocked forward off his cock and gusting it out as she plunged herself back.

Fleur’s ministrations had brought Rarity to the quivering edge of orgasm, and her breath came in needy little whines. She moved her hips, trying to ride Fleur’s tongue into bliss. Fleur grabbed her hips, holding her still, then flicked her tongue against Rarity’s clit. “Oh Sun!” Rarity arched her back as the orgasm sparked through her like lightning, setting her nerves afire. Fleur kept lapping at her clit, and Rarity reached between her legs to grab her mane, to keep her right on that perfect spot and prolong this ecstasy.

She writhed and bucked against Fleur’s face, unable to speak beyond moans and grunts. When she became aware of the world again, she found Fancypants looking at her, a smile on his lips, naked desire in his eyes.

“I’m gonna come.” Applejack’s flat declaration drew all eyes to her. Her pace on Fancypants’ cock grew erratic, then she drove herself backwards to her limit and froze. She squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath until a cry burst from her. “Nnnaa! Oh Celestia, I’m comin’, I’m comin’ on your pecker and it feels so good, it’s fillin’ me up oh Sun I’m so full inside—” She continued talking as she came, narrating her pleasure for everyone to hear, all her muscles tense and quivering. A trail of clear fluid ran down the shaft of Fancypants’ cock.

Rarity’s clit throbbed at hearing Applejack’s orgasmic tirade. Ever since the first time she’d heard it, it had stayed with her as one of the sexiest things that that sexy mare was capable of.

At length, Applejack wound down, now only panting. She resumed fucking Fancypants almost immediately, as Rarity had suspected she would. She didn’t know whether it was an earth pony ‘thing’ or simply because Applejack was a fine physical specimen, but she was practically insatiable. Rarity smiled at memories of long, rewarding nights spent with the muscular farmer.

Applejack smiled at Fancypants, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she slid his cock in and out relentlessly. “You come too, sugar. I wanna feel it.”

Fancypants grunted and shook his head. “Not yet. I never permit myself to come until my partner is satisfied,” he said primly.

Applejack leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips. She winked at him. “We’ll just see about that, won’t we?”

Fancypants grinned at her and stretched his neck up to brush his lips against hers. “Loser stays and has dinner with us.”

Applejack guffawed. “I like the way you think, Fancypants. You gotta deal.”

She sank down along his shaft until she reached her limit. She took a breath and stuck her tongue out, concentrating. The muscles in her flanks and belly began rippling, and Fancypants’ eyes widened in surprise. He panted and blew, and struggled against the ropes holding his arms.

“Fleur,” he gasped, “would you please massage Applejack’s cutie marks for me? I seem to be . . . indisposed, as it were.”

Fleur was leaning comfortably on Rarity, stroking a hoof through Rarity’s soft coat, her face alight with interest as she watched Applejack ride her husband. At Fancypants’ request, her ears pricked up. “Oh ho, a mare who can best the mighty Fancypants? How intriguing.” She put a hoof to her forehead dramatically, swooning across Rarity. “Alas, poor Applejack, I am bound by the bonds of matrimony to assist my husband in his quest to make you come your brains out.”

Applejack snickered, sending the ripples out of sync for a moment. “Don’t make me laugh, y’all, this trick ain’t easy.”

Fleur touched Rarity on the shoulder to draw her attention, then whispered in her ear, her tone light and playful. “You and I are going to rig this game, because I haven’t seen Fancy lose his control unintentionally in years, and it’s always an experience. I want you to sit behind Applejack and massage her cutie marks, just like he asked. I believe you’ll find it a pleasant seat.” She winked at Rarity, then seemed to remember something. She whispered again. “And you’ll stay for dinner, yes?”

Rarity smiled at her and tilted her head for a kiss, which Fleur gave eagerly. A moment later, they separated, and Rarity nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it, darling.”

She stood and surveyed the portion of Fancypants’ cock which remained outside Applejack, finding that it was more than long enough to sit on comfortably. She swung a leg over Fancypants’ torso, holding Applejack’s hips for balance as she lowered herself onto the thick shaft between her legs. It was hot against her vulva, and she squirmed on it, enjoying the sensation and the strangled noise Fancypants made. She reached down to spread her lips apart, and sighed at the feeling of her clit pressing against the underside of his hard cock.

She bent forward and gripped Applejack’s muscular flanks right over her cutie marks, drawing a girlish gasp from her. She began stroking her hooves in small circles, just the way Applejack liked it, and Applejack moaned in response. Like many ponies, her cutie marks were a sensitive area.

It was Rarity’s turn to give a girlish gasp as her own cutie marks were gripped from behind by a pair of slender hooves. Fleur tugged back on her hips, and Rarity moved with the pull, sliding herself along Fancypants’ cock, her muscles jumping as her clit dragged over his veins and ridges. Then Fleur pushed, and Rarity rocked her hips forward, moaning quietly as her pussy slid onto Applejack’s fluids, which coated his shaft with slickness. Her thighs pressed against Applejack’s taut ass and they both let out pleased little noises at the feeling. Fleur gave a last tug, then let go, and Rarity continued her rocking motion, masturbating herself on the hot hardness of the massive cock beneath her, pressing herself against Applejack’s lovely ass on each stroke.

Fancypants’ gasping and moaning increased rapidly, spurred on by the sensations of two hot pussies enfolding his cock, and he choked out, “Oh, that’s hardly fair—ah!” The last syllable leapt from his mouth as a pleased yelp.

Applejack leaned down close to Fancypants, giving Rarity an eye-opening view of her flushed, swollen labia stretched taut around the huge cock resting inside her. Applejack’s voice was low and thick with lust as her words ground out of her. “You’re gonna come now. You’re gonna shoot off in my pussy, and we’re both gonna enjoy it, so just get it over with and gimme that cum.”

Fancypants clenched his teeth. “This is about the pride of a gentlestallion! I shall never give in! I shall never surrender!” Suddenly his mouth opened in an O of surprise. “Fleur! Aah!”

Rarity moaned as she felt his cock stiffen and swell against her pussy. Fancypants groaned, a low guttural roar, and his head pressed back into the mattress. Pulses of cum flowed through his cock, pressing against Rarity’s clit with an insistent throb, pulling her almost to the edge.

Applejack sucked in a breath and dropped her head next to Fancypants’, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Nnf! Uh! Oh Sun, your pecker is filling me with cum, there’s cum in me and it’s hot it’s filling me up Oh Celestia it’s so hot, you just keep coming into me, come for me hon, oh I love it so much—”

As Rarity watched, Applejack’s pussy clenched rhythmically, squeezing out a raft of hot white cum with each pulse. It was too much for Rarity, and she rubbed herself faster on the throbbing, spasming cock between her legs and cried out as the rush of orgasm flared out from her clit and through her body.

A few minutes later, the sweaty, satisfied ponies finally caught their breaths, and stirred into motion. Rarity found herself draped over Applejack’s still-quivering buttocks, inhaling the scent of her clean sweat. She tried to dismount gracefully from Fancypants’ stomach, but wound up falling over onto the bed with a squeak of surprise.

Applejack crept forward, sliding the softening length out of herself with a satisfied moan. Fancypants’ cock fell to lay across his chest and neck with a wet splat, and he grunted. He blinked up at Applejack, a little smile on his face. “Oh my. That was . . . simply wonderful,” he breathed.

Applejack bent her neck to kiss him, a tender press of lips, then let herself fall to lay next to him. Rarity scooted close, snuggling up behind Applejack with a sigh. Applejack nodded against the sheets. “Sure was. That was the finest fuckin’ I’ve had in . . . forever, maybe.”

Rarity nuzzled Applejack’s sweaty mane, and Applejack turned to look back at her. “Thanks for bringin’ me along here, Rarity. You were right, I do like these city folks.”

Rarity giggled and pecked her on the cheek. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, my dear.”

Fleur, the only pony in the room who was up and about, walked around to the side of the bed, looking fondly at the three exhausted ponies as she did so. She pushed Fancypants onto his side, rolling him into Applejack, who grinned at him. “Well howdy there.”

Fancypants feigned stuffy embarrassment. “I say, my apologies for dropping in like this.”

Applejack gave a low chuckle and put her arm around him. “Oh, I don’t mind none.”

After a few moments of puzzling and magical prying, Fleur undid the knots binding Fancypants’ arms. He immediately reached up and scratched his nose, followed by a relieved sigh.

Rarity recalled Fancypants’ surprised exclamation just before his orgasm, and she raised her head to look across his body at Fleur. “Just what was it you did that made him come?”

Fleur gave her a mischievous grin. “I know his weak spots.” She stuck out her nimble tongue and darted it at the air. “I gave his balls a little attention. It’s a favorite of his.”

Rarity nodded. Remembering that tongue inside her, she could believe it.

Fleur clapped her hooves together, beaming at them. “The baths are drawing. Let’s get cleaned up, and then, dinner!”

Rarity’s stomach growled at the thought of food. “Dinner sounds delightful, my dear.” Applejack nodded and made agreeable noises. Looking at Fleur’s smiling face, Rarity felt a tingle in her hips, and hoped that there would be room for dessert.

This chapter—or this story, as I think of them, because that doesn't imply a strict continuity—was expanded from my entry for Sexty Minute Ponies' prompt #13. The prompt was "Applejack shows Rarity the ropes." I hope everyone enjoys it. :raritywink:

An Afternoon at the Spa (Monocle, Lilies, and Flowers)

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.”