Helping out the Neighbors
Feather Touch woke up thinking rapidly, or more accurately, his rapid thoughts were what woke him. They had troubled and gnawed at his mind in the night, pesky and unrelenting. Things he needed to do. Things he might have forgotten to do. Mistakes and errors he might have made, or else ponies he might have upset or disappointed. He tended to dwell on all manner of things and methods by which he might have messed up somehow, or may mess up in the future. It was no way to sleep, nor to wake up.
It did not help that his mattress felt too hard, too small, and too empty.
He rolled out of bed with a soft groan, stretched, popped his neck, and plodded on over to his dresser. He stared into the mirror there, looking at the bright yellow pegasus staring back at him from beneath a tangled mess of sunset orange mane. With a sigh, he started to get ready for work. Brush mane. Brush teeth. Use bathroom. Make breakfast. Realize halfway through pouring the milk on his cereal that it was Saturday.
He froze for a moment, groggy mind spinning up for traction. If it was Saturday, then he didn't have work. He then nearly had a panic attack as he realized he had somehow lost track of what day it was somewhere during the week, and his mind went racing trying to think of any plans, appointments, or obligations he might have to see to. He darted from the small space that his apartment had regulated to kitchenly duties, and checked the calendar hanging in his bedroom. Then he checked his day planner. Then he checked both of them twice again, just to be sure he was looking at the right day.
Nothing.
He had nothing at all to do today. Feather stared at both his calendar and day planner in turn for a bit, wondering if there was anyway he could be reading them wrong, but ultimately had to conclude that he was not. Heading back to the kitchen he regarded his partial bowl of cereal for a moment, and then dumped it into the sink and went to get his keys. Something warm, filling, and made by someone else sounded like just the thing for him right then.
As he was locking his door, Feather heard a lock click open behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to see the door across the hall swing open and reveal a pair of unicorn mares. One was a little shorter than him, bright bubblegum pink, with a violet mane done up in twin puff balls behind her ears. The other was a bit taller than him, golden yellow, and had a heavy braid of silver hair trailing over her shoulders.
"Feather! Good morning!" the pink hued mare declared cheerfully, giving him a beaming smile that highlighted just how young she looked for a mare in her late twenties, her features a blend of mare-next-door good looks and cuteness.
"Hello Charm, hello Goldie," Feather replied softly, his gaze traveling from the cheerfully smiling Charm Quark to the much more stoic looking Golden Dust. Not that she looked unfriendly exactly, but Goldie was much more reserved with her emotions, the athletically built mare having a kind of regal bearing to her features. Unlike Charm, she did look her age, that of a mare in her early thirties and wielding the fully ripened maturity of her sharply beautiful appearance, her attractiveness something that carried a hint of warning and danger to it.
"Feather Touch," Goldie greeted with a small nod, and a subtle softening of her features that was something almost like a smile. "I hope you are well."
"Uh, yeah, I'm doing alright," Feather said bashfully, rubbing a wing against his neck self-consciously. He turned to start down the hall, the two mares falling into step beside him as they all headed for the stairs.
"So, big plans for the day?" Charm inquired enthusiastically. "Hanging with friends? Seeing a show? Hot date?"
"N-no, nothing like that," Feather mumbled, ducking his head at the mare's eager energy.
"You really should be trying to meet some nice mares," Goldie stated, her tone suggesting she meant it in a friendly way, though something in her expression made it seem almost like an order. Feather found himself wondering if it had anything to do with the fact that neither mare had ever found a stallion of their own, instead finding love like many mares did, among their own sex when the difficulty of the gender ratio in Equestria proved too great. Not that he would ever suggest Charm and Goldie had settled because they couldn't have a stallion, because they clearly did love each other very much...well, it was clear how much Charm loved Goldie. A pony had to know Goldie a fair bit to see how much she loved Charm, though when one saw just how fierce and hot that love was, it could be a little scary.
"I've...tried...a little," Feather said bashfully.
"You mean Static keeps setting you up on dates and things just never work out," Charm put in, her tone sympathetic, at least for him. Somewhat less so for his best and oldest friend. "Feather, stop letting him fix you up. He means well, but he keeps finding you mares that would be good for him. All he looks for is hotness and a willingness to move fast. That's not you at all."
Feather made a non-committal sound. "So, you two have plans?" he asked, hoping to change the subject.
"We're heading to the Parent Planning Center," Goldie answered, letting him steer the conversation away from his dating life without much struggle.
That bit of info perked the stallion up a little. "Really? Wait, so you two are planning to have a baby?" he asked, a bit of positive energy actually entering his tone at the notion. Charm and Goldie were a pretty amazing married couple in his opinion, and he could very easily see them providing a loving and caring environment for a foal. Having a little filly or colt might even take some of the edge off of Goldie.
"Planning on planning for it," Charm laughed softly. "We've been talking about it, and while we considered adopting, we both really feel like it would be nice to have our own foal. It's supposed to be possible anyway, with the right magical help, so we're going to talk with someone about the details and see just what it would take for Goldie to knock me up."
Feather blushed a little at Charm's word choice, but was too excited for the pair to be all that bashful about it. "That's amazing. I'm happy for you, I think you'll both be excellent moms."
"Aww, thanks Feather," Charm said cheerfully.
"Yes, thank you," Goldie added, giving the stallion an actual smile...a small one...that vanished quickly.
"Well, uh, good luck then. With the planning thing," Feather said as they headed outside, pausing on the sidewalk for a moment. "Let me know if you ever need any help. I've got two nieces and a nephew, so I have some experience with children."
"You're a sweetie," Charm told him, giving Feather a brief, crushing hug that squeaked the breath of him. "We'll let you know. Bye!"
"See you later," Feather said with a wave of a wing as the pair turned to go, Goldie giving him a nod in lieu of parting words. He watched them go for a moment, his imagination presenting him with some interesting potential combinations of the two mares' features that might be present in whatever foal they would have. He then shook off the idle speculation, spreading his wings and taking to the sky in search of hot and easy, his favorite combo in food, if not in mares.
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It was some hours later, and Feather was starting to feel bored with the freedom of the day. He had gone and stuffed himself on waffles, scrambled eggs, and coffee with enough cream and sugar in it that it had probably qualified as some kind of hot milkshake. Now he was just flying around, burning off some of the calories while enjoying the cool spring weather. For a time that had been nice, not having anything to do or anything to worry about. However, the day wasn't even half over, and he was starting to get tired of flying, and was thus facing the prospects of trying to figure out what to do with all the free time he had left to burn.
An opportunity for a momentary relief from the encroaching boredom presented itself as he caught sight of Goldie down on the sidewalk below, the athletic mare cutting a path through the light hoof traffic with a large duffel bag across her back. As he came circling down, Feather could see the grips of several foils sticking out of the duffel, and knew that the other bulges and bumps in the bag would be the face shields and other safety gear for the fencing classes she taught. He landed in a briefly empty spot that opened up in the flow of ponies, and then made his way over towards Goldie, apologizing and excusing himself rapidly to each and every individual he passed just in case he might have been cutting them off or getting too close into their personal space.
"Hello Feather," Goldie greeted as he approached, preempting him just as his mouth had started to open.
"Uh, hi, Goldie, how's it going?" he asked after a second to reorder his thoughts. He fell into step beside her, quelling the urge to apologize on her behalf as she walked straight on through the traffic with a determination that made others veer out of her way.
"It is...going," the mare replied with a notable pause. "How are you?" she asked coolly.
"Oh well, um...can't complain?" Feather answered, feeling a little put off by something in her tone. "Is everything alright? How did the uh, meeting go this morning?" he asked, and flinched slightly as Goldie's expression tightened. She glanced over at him, and sighed.
"Sorry," she said softly. "It was not what we were expecting."
"Oh...does that mean they can't...you and Charm aren't going to be able to..." Feather floundered awkwardly, trailing off.
"No, no they can, and we can, there's just a complication involved," Goldie informed him, making Feather feel both relief and apprehension at once. "The process is not as straightforward as we might have hoped, and I'm not sure how we're going to deal with the issue."
"I see. I'm sorry," Feather said gently. "Uh, is there anything I could do that might help out?" he asked, and watched an odd series of subtle expressions chase themselves across Goldie's face, the mare clearly masking her reaction to his suggestion. She glanced at him again, and Feather nearly took a step back from the intensity in her eyes. It wasn't anything hostile, but whatever it was, he could practically feel her thoughts being directed at him.
Goldie sighed again, shaking her head slightly. "No, there isn't. Not right now anyway," she amended. "I appreciate the thought though. Me and Charm just have to talk things out some more, see how we want to handle things, what we'll be comfortable with. I'm sure we will figure it out."
"You will. I know you will," Feather said swiftly, hoping to be reassuring, giving Goldie a hopeful smile. "I've never known you not to get what you want, or let anything stand in your way."
Goldie let out a small breath, the ghost of mirth evident in it, and she gave Feather one of her not-quite-smiles. "Thank you, I appreciate the confidence," she told him sincerely.
Feather nodded. "Any time. And whenever you figure out how to deal with things, just remember, I'm willing to help out however."
Goldie stopped walking suddenly, and Feather nearly tripped trying to react to the unexpected halt. An earther mare that had been walking behind Goldie made an annoyed noise and glared as she stepped around the unicorn, only to flinch away as Goldie glared back, and did a far better job of it.
"You are very kind, Feather," Goldie said, narrowed eyes staring after the retreating earth pony for a moment. She let out a calming breath, and turned her attention to Feather. "Thank you, but if you'll excuse me..." She nodded her head towards the building she had stopped in front of, and Feather looked over to see it was the studio Goldie rented out for her classes.
"Oh! Yeah, of course," Feather said with a nod, giving Goldie a small smile. "Well, I'll see you around?"
"Yes. Good day Feather," Goldie said, turning to head into the building, leaving the stallion alone out on the sidewalk, the flow of traffic parting around him for a while as he mused, and fretted and worried, about just what kind of issues Charm and Goldie might be having.
Eventually though, a pang of self-conscious realization that he was blocking up the sidewalk cut through Feather's thoughts. Apologizing to anyone that could hear him, he scuttled for the nearest open space and spread his wings, taking off quickly. As he gained altitude he felt a tension release, glad to get away from the crowd. He still had no idea what to do with his day, but now at least, he had something to think about. Namely, anything he might be able to do for Charm and Goldie, even if it was just something to make life in general easier for them while they sorted out their problem, whatever exactly it was.
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The sun was edging towards the horizon when Feather took the broccoli and cheese casserole out of the oven and set it carefully on the counter. He looked at it critically as it bubbled away, and hoped it would be as good as it looked. And hopefully so would the cherry pie. And the pot of macaroni and cheese. And the curry and rice...
Feather stepped back and stared at all the food he had made, and wondered if maybe he had gone a bit over the top. It had definitely given him something to do with the day, that was certain, but maybe it might be a little much to show up with all of this at Charm and Goldie's door? It was, unfortunately, the only thing he could think of to help them without knowing any of the details. His mom had been big on helping out via food, especially whenever someone she knew got sick. Not having to worry about dinner was always a relief, according to her.
So he started to load up the food onto his back and wings...and then put everything back down, found a kitchen towel to fold up and put on his back to keep the casserole from burning him, and then loaded everything else back on. He walked slowly and carefully to his door, opened it with his mouth, and cautiously stepped across the hall. With some apprehension, both for his precariously balanced load and for the uninvited intrusion he was about to make, he carefully raised a hoof, hesitated, put his hoof down, fretted a bit, then finally picked his hoof back up again and knocked.
Charm answered the door soon enough, the bright pink unicorn looking somewhat tired and annoyed, though it swiftly turned to surprised bafflement as she beheld Feather, with a casserole on his back, a pot on either outheld wing, and a pie on his head. He smiled timidly but hopefully at her.
"Uh, hello," he said softly. "Um...Goldie said you guys were having a little issue with the whole Having a Child thing, and so I thought maybe it might help out if you didn't have to worry about dinners for a few days...uh, and also dessert," he added, rolling his eyes towards the pie.
Charm stared at the stallion for a long beat, then seemed to snap out of her shock. "Oh my goodness, Feather! That is so sweet of you! Here, here, let me get some of that!" she gushed, smiling suddenly as her magic snagged the pie and the casserole, lightening his burden. "Hey Goldie, look at what Feather brought us!" she called. "Please, come on in," she added over her shoulder as she levitated half the load into the apartment.
Feather slowly followed Charm, stopping near the divide between the kitchen and living space, where he found Goldie just getting up off the couch to see what her wife had been yelling about. She looked at Feather, then over at the food hovering in the blue glow of Charm's magic, and then back to the stallion. An eyebrow rose slightly.
"My uh, mom's way of helping out," Feather supplied bashfully. "Not having to worry about food sometimes helps when dealing with problems."
Goldie nodded, and Feather could see a little bit of tension ease out of her shoulders. "Thank you," she said, calmly but very earnestly. "You are very thoughtful."
Feather blushed lightly at the words, but smiled. "You're welcome. I hope it helps. I just wish there was something I could do to actually help out with...well...whatever exactly it is you're having trouble with," he said, really wanting to help out, but not wanting to pry into their affairs.
In the kitchen there was a sudden clattering noise, and what might have been a mirthful noise.
"Charm, are you alright?" Feather asked, and wondered why Goldie's expression had gone so dry.
"Yup, I'm fine, just fine!" Charm declared, sticking her head out of the kitchen archway to snag the pots off Feather's wings, flashing him a bright smile. She glanced at Goldie's expression, rolled her eyes, and stuck her tongue out at her wife before vanishing back into the kitchen.
Feather blinked, wondering what that was about, and also wondering if it had been just the lighting or if Charm had seemed a bit more red than pink in the face there. He looked over at Goldie uncertainly.
"Well...uh...well then," he said lamely, struggling for conversational traction, but the yellow hued unicorn's expression was giving him nothing. "Well enjoy, and if you need anything...yeah. I'll see you both later?" he finished nervously, starting to head for the door.
"Oh no, please don't go!" Charm said earnestly as she slipped back out of the kitchen, suddenly blocking the way to the door.
"Charm..." Goldie sighed.
"Oh hush," Charm countered, giving her wife a flat look. "We've been debating it for hours, I think a break would be good for us. Besides, Feather clearly put in a lot of work here, we could at least be good hosts for a bit," she went on, moving around the stallion and taking hold of a wing with her magic, gently steering him back into the living room.
Goldie huffed, but didn't argue as Charm lead the stallion over to the couch, gently but firmly pushing him into having a seat. The pink hued mare plopped herself down on the couch as well, leaving a cushion's space between them, and giving Goldie a look that told her wife to either go along with it or be ready to face the consequences later. The normally stoic unicorn averted her gaze from that look, sighed, and took a seat on the easy chair opposite the couch.
"That's better," Charm said brightly, her expression instantly becoming a cheerful smile.
"Uh, right, so..." Feather said timidly, glancing from one mare to the other uncertainly. "How are...things?"
Goldie grunted sourly, and Charm sighed, her smile turning slightly bitter. "Things are being stupid," she answered. "The doctors say I'm in good health for getting pregnant, and that Goldie and I are a good match for the...process...and we even had the potion made up but..." she trailed off with a small huff.
"Oh? It's a potion?" Feather asked curiously, his tone a bit wary as they were clearly treading into what seemed like a touchy subject. "How does that work?" he asked, and immediately regretted it as the tension in the room peaked. Charm was definitely blushing now, and even Goldie looked slightly bashful.
"The Planning Center made it for us," Goldie eventually spoke up. "They used a bit of my mane to infuse it with my DNA."
"Really now? So what, Charm drinks it then?" Feather asked hopefully, though the furtive glances of the mares quickly made him doubt it was anything that easy. Plus, if it was that simple, they wouldn't have been needing to spend hours discussing it, right?
"If only," Charm sighed. "But no, it doesn't work that way. The potion can't get me pregnant. That's apparently not something magically possible, at least outside of the theoretical. I can only get pregnant the same way every mare does, egg and sperm."
Feather frowned thoughtfully. "But then, what is the point of the potion?" he asked, trying to see what he was missing.
"The potion is for the stallion," Goldie blurted out flatly.
"...stallion?" Feather asked with some trepidation, and Charm nodded.
"The potion will replace all the DNA in a stallion's sperm with Goldie's for the duration," she explained bashfully. "And after that...well..." she trailed off meaningfully.
Feather stared at Charm. Blinked. Stared some more. And the whole while, he felt his ears and face heating up as he tried desperately to think of someway she could have been referring to something, anything other than the obvious conclusion.
"...no. No way," he said in disbelief. There was a brief pause. "Really?"
"Yeah, really," Goldie grumbled. "So for us to have a baby, we need to find a stallion to sleep with my wife and knock her up with my DNA."
Feather could only goggle at the pair for a long while, unable to come up with any sort of response. Then something clicked in his mind, bringing to the front of his thoughts his offers to help out any way he could, and of Charm's mirth and bashfulness in the kitchen, and his blush erupted to new heights that he could not have imagined before, engulfing his entire head and running down his neck. A soft giggle made Feather look over at Charm, the mare smirking at him in a knowing fashion through her own blush, and he felt his stomach twist up on itself as he realized she knew exactly what he was thinking about.
"It's fine, you didn't know when you said it," she told him reassuringly, her eyes sparkling cheerfully.
"I am so sorry," Feather said, his tone hushed in both mortified embarrassment and breathlessness as he struggled not to hyperventilate at what he had suggested, however entirely accidentally and unknowingly.
"You don't have to apologize," Goldie told him soothingly. Soothingly for her, at any rate. "If anything, I'm sorry for not telling you about it when we talked earlier. I was just too busy sulking about things."
Feather shook his head. "No, no, it's your personal lives, I have no business getting involved, you didn't have to tell me anything."
"Didn't have to, but still should have," Goldie insisted. "You're a good friend, and I kept you out."
Feather didn't argue further, but he was hardly agreeing with Goldie either. All the same, he let it go. "So...wow, what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know," Charm sighed as she leaned back into the couch. "I mean, I'm not entirely against the idea on principle or anything. I like stallions, never found one I loved, but I have totally slept with a few, and could sleep with another one."
Goldie nodded. "The sex isn't the issue, not exactly. We're both open enough to the general idea. Heck, it might even be fun. But the problem is, who? Just picking up some random guy off the street or at a bar feels..." she paused thoughtfully.
"Icky," Charm supplied.
"...sure, icky works," Goldie allowed with a shrug. "So we've been trying to think of everyone we know, and see if we have access to a stallion we would both be okay with, and who would be open to the idea."
"Not been having much luck?" Feather asked at the defeated tone of Goldie's voice.
"It has been a challenge," Charm noted dryly. "I still think our best bet is this guy Goldie's little sister is with, but someone disagrees..." she said with a meaningful look at her wife.
"You really do not comprehend the degree of inappropriate teasing you would be bringing down on us," Goldie sighed. "I would never be able to have a conversation with Treble ever again without her bringing it up. It would be the subject of every holiday, and every single birthday she would find ways of sneaking in subtle reminders."
"Yeah, so you say, but who else is there?" Charm asked in annoyance. "Your older sister is way too possessive of her guy to ever share him, and the only guys through my sisters would be as uncomfortable with the idea as..." she cut off suddenly, and proceeded to not look at Feather so hard it was obvious, her blush returning in force.
It was now Goldie's turn to give Charm the meaningful look, before glancing over at Feather, who was suddenly very much wishing to be somewhere else. They had thought about asking him. They. Had. Thought. About asking him! Granted, they had apparently been considering every stallion they knew, but still! They had thought about it. And talked about it. And there he was, feeling so awkward he couldn't even react to the idea.
"Feather, I'm sorry, that was a stupid thing to say," Charm said softly. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"It's...okay. I...I understand," Feather barely managed to get out, shuffling his wings nervously, pins and needles running through his legs as the subject was addressed, however much indirectly. With some effort, he forced a small smile. "I mean, you're just being thorough, and it's a tough spot to be in. And hey, it's not like I'd be high on your list of choices, right?" he said with an awkward laugh...which lapsed into a much more awkward silence as Charm bashfully looked away from him.
"Actually, aside from the fact that we figured you'd say no, you would be pretty much at the top of the list," Charm said in a quiet, embarrassed tone. She looked meekly over at Feather, and smiled softly. "I uh...do rather like you Feather. You're a good guy, a good friend. I just figured this would be way too embarrassing for you, with how shy you can be."
Feather had no reply. His mind whirled and raced and reeled with the information Charm had just given him, and got nowhere and did nothing productive with it.
"Told you it would break him to even ask," Goldie sighed as Feather did a commendable impression of a pony in a catatonic state.
"Yeah, you did," Charm begrudgingly allowed. "Feather? Hey, come on now, come back to us."
"...yes..."
Charm blinked, and tilted her head in puzzlement. "Uh...yes what?"
"Yes."
"Okay, Feather, you're starting to worry me."
"Yes...I...I want to...help," Feather said, meekly, hesitantly. Goldie's eyebrows shot up, and Charm held her breath for a long moment.
"You do?" Goldie asked slowly. "You want to help us with...with the potion situation?"
Feather swallowed, heavily. His wings twitched nervously, and his eyes darted over to Charm and then down quickly. "I want to help. If...if I would be your first choice..." He breathed deeply, barely believing the words coming from his own mouth. Since when did he have the nerve to admit out loud, even indirectly, that he found Charm attractive? Indeed, attractive enough to be willing to sleep with her. His male friends could barely get him to comment on a mare's looks, even when it was only them that might hear.
"Oh sweet Celestia's sunny sides, seriously?" Charm breathed out, looking totally floored. Feather glanced at her again, then back down. He nodded bashfully. And then let out a very unstalliony yelp of surprise as he was tackled by a pink blur of squealing excitement and relief.
"I do not even believe this," Goldie deadpanned, shaking her head and facehoofing as Charm hugged Feather to within an inch of his life. "You're really going to be okay with doing this? With...doing Charm?"
"Y-yes," Feather squeaked out through the hug.
"Okay, Charm honey, let the poor guy breath a moment, would you?" Goldie insisted, her magic reaching over and giving her wife a firm but careful tug.
"Right, sorry, sorry," Charm apologized, disentangling herself from the stallion, though she did not move back across the couch from him. Instead she sat down right next to Feather, beaming happily at him as she leaned against him.
"Alright now, Feather, are you really sure about this?" Goldie asked seriously, eying the stallion and wondering if someone could die from embarrassment, because Feather sure seemed to be trying to at the moment. She also idly wondered if he would have enough blood to get it up with so much of it tied up in his blush.
"I'm sure," Feather answered with a nervous tremor in his voice, still amazed that he was able to voice such thoughts. "I want to help, and it sounds like most of your other choices come with complications in even asking..."
"And the idea of getting to have sex with Charm?" Goldie cut in meaningfully, rather impressed and amazed at how Feather managed to somehow blush ever harder.
"I uh...I mean that's a...she's very...I'm not trying to..." Feather floundered, not quite able to finish a line of thought on the subject.
"Shhh, it's okay," Charm said softly, smiling at him. "I know you wouldn't agree to this out of any selfish reasons. That said though...well I'll admit it, I'm kind of excited at the idea," she confessed, biting her bottom lip bashfully. Goldie huffed, and Charm shot her a dry look. "Oh don't you even. You know I love you more than anything, and you're a beast in bed, and all that kind of stuff, but that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to find other ponies sexy."
"Okay, okay, sorry," Goldie sighed, holding up a hoof in capitulation. "This situation is just a little touchy all around, I just want to make sure we're all on the same page and no one is going to have any regrets later on."
"I'll be fine," Charm said with certainty. "You?"
Goldie stared at Charm for a moment, then looked over at Feather. She took a deep breath, and the tension slowly flowed out of her as she released it. "Yeah, if it's him, I will be," she said earnestly. "Feather?"
The stallion paused thoughtfully, and then nodded. He still couldn't really believe that he could be Charm's first choice of stallions to do this with, or that she found him...sexy...and yet they really seemed to be talking their way towards it.
"Alright then, one moment," Goldie stated, slipping off her chair and heading into the kitchen. She came back quickly with a pair of flasks floating in the aura of her magic, which she placed down on the coffee table. One was filled with a bright blue liquid. The other a deep purple. She nudged the first one. "Feather, you take this one, and for the next couple hours, your sperm will carry my DNA." She then nudged the second. "And then Charm takes this one, since she's not actually in heat, and it will make it so she can get pregnant anyway. Sort of an anti-contraceptive I suppose you could call it?"
Feather stared for a long moment at the flask in front of him, and then swallowed nervously. When he looked at Charm, he found her staring at him hopefully, giving him a bashful yet eager smile.
"Ready?" she asked gently, and all he could manage was a nod. Her smile widened a bit, and her horn lit as she picked up the flasks, passing the blue one to him, which he took gingerly with a wing. "Okay, here we go then," Charm added, uncapping both flasks with her magic and raising the purple one to her lips.
Feather blew out a breath, and then slowly tipped the contents of the flask into his mouth. There really wasn't much of a taste to the potion, just a bare hint of something sweet, though it tingled across his tongue as if it was carbonated. He swallowed it down slowly, his stomach churning with nerves for what he was doing, for what he was about to do, though as the potion settled, it seemed to help calm the butterflies a bit.
As he finished, Charm's magic would slip the now empty flask from his grasp, setting it and her equally empty bottle down on the table again. She smiled at him, still bashfully, though there was definitely something subtly eager awakening in her eyes. Feather cleared his throat nervously, and tried to smile back.
"So, uh, how long does it take until...?" he asked softly.
"Just a minute or two," Goldie answered. "So, it ought to be ready by the time you're physically ready."
"...r-right...ready to uh...oh boy," Feather said nervously, trying to come to grips with a sudden bout of nearly overwhelming surrealism for what he was getting ready to do, staring at Charm and actually trying to really make himself believe they were about to have sex. And generally failing to manage it.
"Relax, it'll be fine," Charm said reassuringly, and pressed herself closer to him, that simple act causing Feather's heart to start racing in his chest and thundering his ears. "So, do you have any preferences?" she asked in as nonchalant a manner as she could manage.
"Uh, you mean, on how we...?"
"Yeah. If there is anything I can do to help get you ready," Charm went on, leaning in closer, her face very close all of a sudden. Feather found himself staring at her, really staring, taking in the soft, youthful features that made her both rather pretty and quite adorable all at once.
Feather tried to speak, but the words kept getting stuck, and all he could really manage was a slight shake of his head. He glanced over at Goldie, and found she had settled back into the chair, watching the pair intently. She raised an eyebrow at his look.
"Yes? Help you with something?" she asked dryly.
"N-no, sorry," Feather coughed awkwardly, dropping his gaze. "I've just never done this with an audience before."
"Yeah, well, I've never seen a stallion fuck my wife, so we're even?" Goldie retorted, her tone even drier. "I'm not about to have to say I wasn't present when my own kid was conceived.”
"That is not helpful, honey," Charm told Goldie in a sweetly dangerous tone, before reaching out a hoof to turn Feather's face back to her. "Hey, focus on me, not her," she said gently. She smiled, and blushed, but there was a definite determination in her eyes as she went on. "Tell you what, how about I show you something Goldie really enjoys? We have a toy she likes to wear when we're together, and she really likes seeing just how much of it I can fit in my mouth."
Across the room, Goldie grumbled softly at her wife discussing their sex life, a faint bit of color coming to her features. Feather however didn't notice any of it, his entire attention fixated on the mare pressing herself against him, and exactly what she was offering to do for him, to do to him. His mouth moved slowly, but when nothing came out, he just nodded slowly.
"Alright, here then, why don't you just get comfy," Charm said eagerly, her voice a bit breathy as she pulled away from Feather and scooted back across the couch, her horn glowing. Feather found himself missing the feel of her against him, though he only had a second to dwell on that before her magic helped nudge him around, and he let her guide him into laying down on his back, his head propped up on the armrest. Charm then slipped herself between his legs, and looked up at him with bold, hungry eyes despite the blush covering her face.
Feather sucked in a short, shuddering breath as those eyes lowered to focus on his sheath, excitement and embarrassment warring in his head at having her staring at him there. He let the breath out in a soft gasp as she leaned her head in and slowly nuzzled him, running her muzzle gently along one side and then the other. Charm breathed out heavily, her breath hot against his skin, and a twinge of physical excitement ran up his body.
Charm's gaze swept back up to Feather's face, eyes shining as she nuzzled his sheath while staring right at him, and he groaned as his body responded to her touch and the desire in her look. Slowly his cock began to swell and emerge, and Charm made a happy little noise as it did, the mare shifting her attention from his sheath to the naked skin of his growing erection, her muzzle delightfully soft against the bare flesh.
He was nearly fully erect when Charm turned her head, and he felt the warm, wet caress of her tongue on his cock, making him go almost painfully stiff at the sensation. Ever so slowly she dragged her tongue along his length, stopping just shy of his tip, before lowering her head again to start over. Another long, dragging lick worked its way up his length, making him twitch with a pang of pleasure, his breathing deepening. Another pass of her tongue, this time with a pause to linger at his medial ring, the soft touch of her lips joining in as she kissed him there, sucking gently, before resuming her long trip.
She paused as she reached the end of his cock this time, her blue eyes shimmering up at him as she waited a moment, just letting her tongue rest against his swollen flare, before she tipped her head forward and took him into her mouth. Feather groaned softly, his hips giving an involuntary rock, pressing his length a bit more passed her lips.
Charm took him easily, sliding her lips down his cock until his flare hit the back of her throat in a single stroke. She paused there, her breathing steady and controlled, and Feather felt her tongue roll along the underside of his shaft, making him gasp. She then pulled back, letting him nearly slip free, until her lips held him by just his flare, before sliding back down his length, all the way to the back of her throat again. She didn't pause this time however, her head pulling back smoothly, the mare falling into a steady rhythm of up and down.
Feather's head fell back against the armrest of the couch as Charm really got into sucking his cock, her lips sealed tightly around his shaft as her head bobbed back and forth. Her tongue pressed firmly up against the underside of his length, dragging itself slickly along with each motion. Soft but amazingly indecent slurping sounds escaped from around Charm's lips as she sucked more and more firmly at his cock, forming a wave of delightful pressure that glided up and down his length. Her warm saliva coated his dick, cooling ever so slightly each time as she pulled back, before thrusting him into the welcoming warmth of her mouth again. His flare bumped against the back of her throat every time as she engulfed his member with her mouth, leaving him feeling overwhelmed by so many different amazing sensations.
Charm paused suddenly at the top of a stroke, and then ever so slowly started her way back down, the pressure inside her mouth building with every inch until his flare reached the back of her throat. She didn't stop this time however, but pressed onward, and Feather's entire body tensed from the pleasure of feeling the hot, squeezing tightness of Charm's throat wrap itself around his cock. She wiggled her head a little, working her way further down his length, making quiet gagging noises around Feather's shaft as her throat squeezed and convulsed slowly. Then she swallowed, and Feather sucked in sharply through his teeth as the wave of constricting pleasure ran down the length of his cock.
"Ch-ch-charm! Too much, that's too much!" he warned, struggling to fight back the sudden surge of lustful need that swelled and nearly burst free at the mare's efforts.
"Nnnmph," Charm hummed around Feather's dick, before pulling back quickly, letting out a sharp gasp as he came free of her mouth. "Whoops, sorry, got carried away there," she giggled bashfully. "That would have been a waste."
Feather nodded, panting heavily as his shaft twitched, his body complaining about the orgasm he'd just been denied. "That's okay," he breathed, his tone tight. "You are really, really good at that. I wasn't ready."
"Practice makes perfect," Charm said mirthfully, with a playful little glance at Goldie, the other mare looking rather flustered at the moment from the show. Charm giggled, and shot her wife a wink. "You really do like watching me gag, don't you?" she teased, and laughed as Goldie stubbornly looked away, crossing her forelegs over her chest.
Feather meanwhile shut his eyes for the moment, trying to get a hold of himself even as his cock throbbed with need, ready and desperately wanting to get back to being used. His eyes opened as he felt the couch shift under him, and his breath caught as he found himself watching Charm stepping carefully over him. She beamed down at him, her horn lighting, and he felt the smooth, buzzing touch of her magic on his dick, her aura engulfing his length.
"Ready to knock me up?" she asked playfully, her magic giving him a gentle squeeze, and Feather groaned.
"Yes, yes please," he breathed.
"Good, me too," Charm purred, lowering her hips down over his, her magic pulling his swollen erection into place. She gasped deeply as his flare found her marehood, and gave a little moan as she pressed herself down a bit further, her folds slowly engulfing his tip.
"Oh damn, Charm," Feather grunted as he entered her pussy, her insides wonderfully soft and amazingly hot. A trickle of steaming liquid ran down his length from within her, and he gasped at how worked up and excited sucking his cock had apparently made her. Or maybe it was excitement for what was about to come.
"Oh wow, you feel so good inside me," Charm moaned happily as she slipped all the way down Feather length, her hips coming to rest on his. She smiled brightly, face flushed with excitement. "I'm so glad I'm doing this with you, Feather. I don't think anyone else would have made me this comfortable, or felt this good."
Feather managed a small smile, though it was swiftly washed away into an expression of bliss as Charm rolled her hips, stirring his length inside her.
"Charm, so close, feels so good," Feather groaned.
"Good, that's what we want, right?" Charm purred, rocking her body on top of him now, sliding herself back and forth along his length in short, quick strokes. "Do it Feather, cum inside me, get me pregnant," she urged, her pace already quickening, working hard to get him off. "Cum for me Feather, do it, flood me with your cum and knock me up, please," she moaned happily, squeezing her pussy around him firmly.
Feather gasped, his wings grabbing at Charm's hips, his own bucking up to meet her motions, pumping his cock within her in an explosive burst of speed as his pleasure skyrocketed, and then peaked hard. The mare let out a long, throaty moan of delight as she felt him climax, his member throbbing hard within her as the liquid heat of his cum filled her up.
Feather's head swam as he unloaded into Charm, something deep and primal roaring in satisfaction at knowing he was cumming inside a fertile mare, that his sperm would already be making their way towards her waiting egg. Granted, not technically his sperm anymore, thanks to the potion, but still. He had fucked Charm, he had cum inside her heavenly pussy with the goal of knocking her up, and his instincts were feeling very pleased with him right now.
"Oh Feather, yeeees, oh so much," Charm gasped through a smile, pressing her hips down hard to his, burying his cock as deep inside herself as she could, her body trembling slightly with excitement and lust. "Oh wow..."
"Uh huh," Feather replied in a dazed tone, twinges of delight still shooting through him even as the eruption of pleasure slowly faded, leaving him in a blissful state of relaxation. He blinked as Charm settled down on top of him, wrapping her forelegs around his shoulders and laying her head into the crook of his neck. "Charm?"
"Mmm, hush, let me enjoy this," Charm murmured softly, her breath warm against the side of his neck. "You feel nice."
Feather nodded softly, and gingerly wrapped his wings around Charm, the mare letting out a happy sigh as she wriggled down more onto him. He couldn't help but smile softly, relaxing for a while as he enjoyed the warmth and the pleasant weight of the mare on top of him. His member had started to soften, though he was yet firm enough to enjoy the sensation of still being inside her as they cuddled and basked in the afterglow of the moment. Then suddenly Feather recalled the fact that they weren't alone, glancing over at Goldie.
The golden yellow unicorn shrugged. "She's a snuggler," she stated simply, her tone nonchalant, though her face was quite flushed with color, and there was a hungry, lustful light in her eyes as she stared at the two of them.
"Don't be jealous, you get this all the time," Charm said, her teasing tones slightly muffled.
Goldie huffed out a mirthfully indignant breath. "I am not jealous." She shifted in her seat. "I'm just feeling a little restless after watching that."
"~Jealous~," Charm sing-songed with a giggle. "You want these snuggles...or maybe you want something else?" she mused teasingly, lifting her head slightly to glance at her wife, who tried to glare back at her, but Goldie's blush took any real threat out of the look. "Oh, you do. Really, you want some of Feather?" she giggled.
"...fine, maybe...yes," Goldie grumbled after a second or two of clearly considering denying it, dropping her gaze as Feather just goggled at her. "Unlike Charm, I've never been with a stallion...never been with anyone but her, actually," she confessed in a slightly embarrassed voice.
"Well, maybe we can work something out there," Charm said in a delighted tone, and then giggled again as Feather made a sharp, surprised noise, his gaze whipping around to stare at her. "Well, I mean it's not like we're done here, right?"
"We're not?" Feather asked uncertainly.
"Oh Feather, of course not," Charm told him playfully. "That potion was kind of pricey, so I intend to get the most out of it to make sure it takes, and that means getting the most out of you. I am going to milk you dry, until you have nothing left to give me. Of course, to do that, we're going to have to get you nice and hard again. You think a chance to fuck my wife might help with that?"
"Hey, I am not a sex aid here," Goldie protested, and sighed as Charm chuckled.
"Whine whine whine," Charm said teasingly, her hips rocking slightly. "But you should have felt the way he twitched at the idea," she said in a sultry tone. "Ooo, I think he's getting hard again just thinking about it. What do you think, we want to move to the bedroom maybe, and Feather can bang you until he's ready to cum again?"
"Apparently trying to have a baby turns my wife into a pimp," Goldie tried to tease.
"Goldie, you want this dick, or don't you?" Charm asked with dry mirth. "Because I can totally keep it all to myself."
"Alright, fine, yes, let's do it!" Goldie relented, grumbling slightly as she stood up.
"That's the spirit!" Charm giggled, turning her attention down to Feather. "I'm pretty sure I know how you feel, given how you've been stirring inside me, but I'm going to ask for the sake of not making assumptions. Do you want to fuck Goldie for a bit?"
Again, it was all Feather could do to just nod, though his softening erection was definitely on the rebound already, and he had to wonder if there had been anything else to that potion that might account for his swift turn around. Or maybe Charm was right, and just the idea of getting to have sex with Goldie as well was driving his lust onward.
"Excellent," Charm said cheerfully, giving his cock a firm squeeze with her insides before she slowly slipped him free, shifting herself over onto her hooves. "Come on then, let's go!"
"When did you become this shameless?" Goldie asked Charm as her wife practically bounced on over to her. "For someone who was so blushy earlier, you seem to have really gotten over being embarrassed about all this."
Charm paused thoughtfully, shrugged, and then pulled Goldie into a deep, passionate kiss. "I'm having your baby," she stated happily as the kiss broke. "I got you, and this night is promising to be a lot of fun. I can't think of any reason to be embarrassed anymore," she declared, steering her now bashfully blushing wife towards the bedroom, and tossing a Come Hither look over her shoulder after Feather.
Feather took a deep, calming breath, following after the two mares, and trying not to stare. At least, until he really considered his situation, and what they were going to be doing. He then let himself stare, at least a little, ogling the firm, toned flanks of Goldie in turn with Charm's rounder, cushier hips. He paused as they reached the bedroom, which in this case was a very apt name, as the mattress and frame took up most of the space the apartment had given over for sleeping.
"Wow. That is an enormous bed," Feather remarked, suddenly feeling very envious, considering the pitiful size of his own.
"We needed it, otherwise Goldie kicks me in her sleep," Charm stated with playful seriousness.
"And you steal all the blankets," Goldie retorted, her wife chuckling shamelessly.
"I do. Not my fault, I get cold. Maybe if you wouldn't move around so much, you could keep me warm and then I wouldn't have to."
Goldie sighed, clearly not about to argue more, and then made a soft, surprised noise as Charm gently but firmly pushed her up to the bed, making her half clamber onto the mattress, so she was laying across the bed on her stomach with her rear legs still on the floor. She bit her lip, trying to hold back a low whine as Charm's magic slid up one leg, caressing against her marehood gently and making her shudder.
"Someone is very worked up right now," Charm noted, flipping Goldie's tail out of the way, her magic spreading her wife's pussy wide as it sank effortlessly inside her. Goldie put her head down, biting her leg as she fought to keep quiet. "You really liked watching me rut Feather, didn't you?" The glow of Charm's aura pulsed, and Goldie squeaked softly. "What was that?"
"Yes," Goldie whined quietly, and squirmed as Charm's aura slowly spun inside her. "Yes, I liked watching," she added in a moan.
"Yes you did," Charm purred, slipping onto the bed next to Goldie and nibbling at her ear, making the mare whine some more. "But as much as you liked it, it really only got you worked up without any relief. I think we need to fix that," she went on, her magic starting to pump back and forth, Goldie's breathing soon falling into time with the motion.
"Yes please, please fix it," she moaned bashfully, her hooves clutching at the covers on the bed while her wife's magic fucked her.
"Don't worry, we will," Charm purred, nuzzling Goldie's neck. "Just as soon as you ask Feather to take you," she added wickedly, smiling widely as Goldie shot her a flustered, pleading look. "Go on, ask, trust me, you'll like what happens."
Goldie hesitated a moment, blushing furiously, and shuddered as Charm flicked her magic softly over her wife's clit. "F-feather, would you..." Goldie whined bashfully, closing her eyes as she trailed off in embarrassment. She hesitated some more, groaning as Charm continued to play with her. Then a long shudder ran through her, and her eyes snapped open. Her head tilted, fixing Feather with a hot, needy gaze. "Feather. Please...take me...fuck me, use my body until you're ready to...to cum in my wife again, please," she begged.
"Oh hot damn," Charm hummed happily, giving Goldie a kiss, and then looking back at Feather. "Well? You aren't going to keep a mare waiting after a request like that, are you?" she teased, the glow of her magic fading from inside Goldie, leaving the mare spread and waiting for him.
Feather only had one possible reply to all that, and it was not a verbal one. His dick aching with need after the show and Goldie's pleading, he stepped forward and carefully mounted the waiting mare, settling his weight across her back as he shuffled his hips forward. He felt Charm's magic take hold of him, and he trusted her to guide him in as he pressed his hips forward. He sank his cock into Goldie, sighing in delight at the feel of her pussy around his length. Being inside her felt rather different from being in Charm, not nearly as hot or soft, but she was so much slicker, and tighter. She squeezed him involuntarily, her inner muscles amazingly strong and gripping him firmly.
"Okay, I think I see it now," Charm cooed as Feather pulled back slowly and then pressed back into Goldie, the motion making both of them gasp. "This is actually really hot to watch, seeing him inside you like that."
Feather felt a shudder run up Goldie's spine, and his cock throbbed in response, the idea that she was enjoying him taking her doing quite a lot for his own enjoyment. The tight, smooth feel of her insides around his length was amazing, and despite his orgasm of only a few minutes ago he was hard as a rock, and he could sense the slow build of pleasure mounting towards a second one.
After only a few initial strokes Feather's pace picked up considerably, unable and unwilling to hold himself back as he pounded away at Goldie's pussy, his hips smacking audibly into her firm, well toned ass, rocking her body forward with each thrust. The mare bit down on her leg again, muffled whimpers and moans escaping her involuntarily, her inner walls squeezing down tighter and tighter around him.
"Oh fuck yes, own that pussy," Charm purred in a steamy voice, her magic playing itself across her own marehood as she watched her wife getting fucked. "Promise you'll take me like that when it's time to switch," she cooed, laying herself down on her back, her magic pumping in and out of her pussy in time with Feather's thrusts. She scooted over, grabbing hold of Goldie's mane and dragging her face around for a kiss that swiftly progressed into a deep and messy make out, both mare's moaning heavily into each other's mouth.
Feather groaned in the back of his throat at Charm's words, his forelegs encircling Goldie's chest as he pumped his cock harder and faster inside her, loving getting to watching the two mares make out while he fucked Goldie, enticed by watching Charm's magical toy spreading the pussy he would soon be cumming inside of again. His breathing was coming nearly as fast as the rapid fire slaps of his hips against Goldie's, and then suddenly he felt the wonderful pleasure of the moment become a needful pressure about to burst free.
"Charm!" Feather gasped, wishing to be more articulate in that moment, but his mind was foggy with pure physical pleasure. Charm however seemed to understand quite well enough without further explanation, and by the time he had pulled free of Goldie the bright pink mare was ready for him, scooting herself to the edge of the bed, her magic vanishing from inside her marehood as he stepped over to her.
"Take me take me take me," Charm pleaded with eager excitement, her eyes glazed over with lust, and she grabbed at Feather with her hooves as he climbed over her, pausing for only the barest instant in his motions to nudge his cock into alignment with her pussy, and then slammed himself inside her. "Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Feather, fuck me!"
The stallion did not need to be told, but hearing the words definitely egged him on. His weight settled over Charm, the oh so hot and soft embrace of her insides welcoming him back as he started pumping his length inside her with the same speed and vigor he had rutted Goldie with. That brief moment of switching from one mare to the other had put a slight delay in build up of pleasure, but being back inside Charm, having all her legs wrapped around him securely and her pleasantly soft and shapely body rubbing against him as his cock pumped inside her, it hardly accounted for anything before the building need broke loose.
The explosion of pleasure was even more intense than the last one, and an inarticulate cry tore itself from Feather's throat as he came, his entire body trembling as his cock pumped several more loads deep into Charm. Beyond the pleasure, he was vaguely aware of Charm crying out as well, and of the feel of her pussy clamping down on his length in rhythmically rolling waves, milking his member over and over, her own orgasm trying to gather more and more from him as the moment of purest bliss dragged on and on.
Then the crest of that pleasure broke, and Feather slumped, all at once feeling utterly spent, gasping for air. Beneath him, Charm whined and moaned for a bit longer, her hips convulsing and rocking, before she finally gave a lustful little whimper, sagging much as Feather had and breathing just as heavily. Over the gasping of of their lungs, Feather faintly picked out a rapid, needy panting noise, and glanced over to find Goldie staring hard at the pair of them, a hoof reaching back between her rear legs and moving frantically.
He met Goldie's gaze, and a second later her eyes squeezed shut, her body tensing and her mouth opening in a soundless scream of delight. The motions of her hoof slowed gradually, and she sank back onto her rump, still panting as little tremors ran through her muscles.
"S-sorry I uh, just kind of left you...but I needed to uh..." Feather gasped out weakly, shutting up as Goldie opened her eyes and gave him a dry look.
"Don't, it's okay," she breathed out. "We're doing this for a purpose. Getting to enjoy ourselves is a bonus, but not one that should make us forget the goal." She then turned her attention to Charm. "Speaking of, how are you feeling?"
"Mmmhmmmmooooooohmmmmmm," Charm moaned dreamily by way of reply.
"So, fairly decent?" Goldie asked in a lightly teasing tone.
"I think I might have a fetish for getting knocked up," Charm moaned softly, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled lightly. "I find myself almost hoping I somehow don't get pregnant tonight, just for the excuse to try it all again."
"...I'll be free again on Wednesday?" Feather said, his voice a nervously joking tone, and he gasped as Charm's laughter caused her insides to squeeze down around his slowly softening member.
"Well, regardless of whether or not we need your services again, I would not mind including you in the occasional sexy times, just for the fun of it," Charm said earnestly, making Feather goggle at her.
"R-really?" he asked, stunned.
"I'll second that," Goldie sighed as she flopped down on the bed. "Honestly, now that we've done it, I feel like we've been kind of silly not to have suggested it before."
"Well, you know why we didn't," Charm said gently.
"Because we're two happily married mares and don't need The D to have a satisfying sex life?" Goldie asked, and then chuckled as Charm gave her a rebuking look. "Yeah yeah, I know, we were worried about scaring him off and hurting our friendship and all that."
Feather nodded slowly, glancing from Goldie to Charm. "I appreciate that," he said softly. "This has been fun...this has been amazingly unbelievably fun...but I wouldn't want this more than your friendship."
Charm beamed up at Feather, and then pulled him down in a crushing hug. "I know. And I love that about you, you are an awesome guy like that," she said mirthfully. "So we're in agreement, friendship first."
"Friendship first," Goldie agreed.
"Friendship first," Feather echoed, once he managed to get the air for it, a task not made easy by Charm's death grip, especially in light of the fact that he had still been trying to catch his breath.
"But, back to the subject of friendship with benefits," Charm spoke up after a second, loosening her hold on Feather and leaning back into the bed to look at him. "Think there is a round three in you?"
"Uh...I uh...well, maybe?" Feather replied uncertainly. He was feeling tired, and his stallionly bits were starting to complain of little aches. He wasn't too sure if he could even get it back up any time soon. But then he looked at the pair of mares; the hot, sexy, adorable mares that were hoping he would fuck them some more, and found that he definitely had plenty of resolve to try.
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As it turned out, getting to continue sexing up Goldie and Charm proved ample motivation to get another three rounds out of Feather, the mare's use of magic and their mouths proving rather effective at encouraging his cock to keep getting back up. Goldie might not have had Charm's skill at oral, but there was absolutely something undeniably enticing about having such a stern, stoic mare sucking his dick like it was the most amazing thing in the world to her.
Granted, he felt pretty sure that after the third time, his balls had nothing left to give Charm. By the last time even the mares had reached a point of not even pretending they were doing it to ensure Charm was knocked up, as Goldie proceeded to just go ahead and fuck Feather right on through his final orgasm of the night. By that point the stallion was utterly and completely spent, and had dozed for a bit on the bed, vaguely aware of Goldie and Charm playing with each other for a while to finish out the night for themselves.
Feather had stirred slightly at some gentle poking and prodding, half falling off the bed and muttering something about heading home to let them sleep, but Charm hadn't been about to hear any of that. She had only wanted him off the bed so they could pull the rather damp and stained cover and top sheet off, and after a quick replacement (unicorn magic really sometimes felt like the most unfair lifehack to those without it), Feather had been ushered into bed with the pair of them for afterglow snuggles and a deep, exhausted, dreamless sleep, free of concerns and worries.
The following day had been spent in recovery mode. Five rounds of hard sex for a stallion coming off a three year dry spell had not been kind to Feather, regardless of how little he actually regretted it. Still, a lack of regret and fond, vivid memories did not keep him from being wiped out all day or stop his dick from aching. Indeed, the vivid memories really only made things worse, as the lustful recollections kept intruding on his thoughts and making his privates throb angrily as they stubbornly tried to rise in memory of their glorious use and abuse.
Then had come the happy news the next day that the night's goal had indeed been achieved, and Charm had successfully gotten pregnant. There had been talk of celebration, and of celebration, and while Feather had been happy to join in the former, his body was still in no condition for the latter, at least not that night. Which was why Charm suggested putting it off until the following weekend, Goldie had agreed, and Feather had ended up getting sexily wrecked by the two mares for a second Saturday in a row.
Things slowed down after that, with the mares inviting Feather over for a night of fun maybe once or twice a month. Much as they did have great sex, Charm and Goldie were pretty happy being a couple, and all three of them had agreed that adding Feather in as an official third wouldn't really work out for them or him. He still needed to find himself the right mare, or mares, to have a romantic relationship with. But even without romance, his time spent with Charm and Goldie in their bed helped make his own seem less lonely.
Months passed, Charm got noticeably pregnant, and then much more noticeably pregnant, before finally giving birth to twins, a colt and a filly, Golden Touch and Feather Charm. Things had slowed down even more after that, as the duties of working full time and caring for two infants, and then two young foals, left little enough time just to hang out as friends, let alone find time and ways to add on that With Benefits. Still, Feather was very happy for Goldie and Charm, and rather honored to be regarded as Uncle Feather by the kids, though they had all very much agreed that the foals were to never know about his involvement in their conception and that he was only Uncle Feather in the honorary sense for being a good family friend. Goldie of course pointed out that it was only a matter of time until the kids were old enough to start asking questions about having two moms, but Charm insisted that By Magic was going to be as detailed an answer as they were ever going to get.
It was on the foals' third birthday that Goldie then drew Feather aside, while all the little ones were distracted with cake and the other parents with trying to control just where all the frosting was ending up.
"Hey, just wanted to give you a little head's up," she said softly, grinning as she peered around the corner to watch Charm practically chasing Golden around the room with a collection of wet naps in her magic, fruitlessly wiping at the mess that formed around the little colt's mouth with every bite of cake. Motherhood had definitely brought a change to the stern and stoic mare. She was still stern, but the stoic had lightened up, and she smiled more often.
"A head's up about what?" Feather asked, smiling slightly himself at Goldie's mirth.
"Charm and I have been talking it over, and we've decided we want another baby," Goldie replied as she turned her attention back to Feather. "Only this time, I'm going to carry. So, think I could talk you into knocking me up?" she asked, treating Feather to a hungry, lustful look.
"...yes...when?" Feather answered, a tingle running through him at the offer. As much fun as their follow up encounters had been, there had definitely been something extra special about that first time, about the idea of actually getting Charm pregnant, and now that he was being given the opportunity to do the same with Goldie, he was actually finding it difficult to keep his excitement from displaying something that would be extremely inappropriate at a children's party.
"The little ones are staying with their Aunt Radiant for a week over the summer," Goldie informed Feather.
"The start of summer is still three weeks away, though," Feather complained lightly.
"Yes, I know," Goldie stated impishly. "Oh, and I'd appreciate you not playing with yourself or others until then. I want that first load from you to fill me up so much it comes spilling out."
Feather felt torn at that. Immensely torn. "You want me to go three weeks without any orgasm? Especially after telling me what I have to look forward to?"
"Yup," Goldie said brightly, giving Feather a slight smile. "Trust me, it'll be worth it."
"Yeah? What makes you so sure?" Feather asked, and blinked as Goldie stepped right up next to him, a hoof reaching up to pull his head down towards hers. Her breath washed over his ear, hot and steamy, as she answered.
"Because, I always go into heat right at the start of summer, like clockwork. You'll wait for me, because if you think you've seen me wound up before, it's nothing compared to how I am in heat, when I'm not taking my birth control, and my sex drive goes absolutely wild..."
Feather shuddered, a pure sexual thrill racing through him at the idea she had just put in his mind. "...I can wait..." he declared, knowing it was going to be hell, but also know that, in the end, it was going to be so very worth it...
Author's Note
I'll admit, I've never been overly much into the breeding fetish, but something about this idea really gripped me and wouldn't let go after it popped into my head. So to everyone for whom this is a fetish, hope I did it fair justice. For everyone else, here's just hoping it was a fun ride.
My thanks and appreciation to Fiend from the Darkness for his help proofing this and for letting me bounce ideas off him.
