Author's Note

This chapter was commissioned as a follow up to the first part. It includes a rewrite at the end of chapter one, which I've included here.

Spur gets wet again (Commission)

...Spur’s pussy squeezed and quivered despite the relentless battering of Rivet’s adult cock. Her tummy must have bulged out from the size as his hips, in their relentless plap plap plap, bottomed out as deep as he could make her go.

For her part, Spur felt tingly all over and a deep warmth within her belly. She’d had many a wet dream about a scenario like this. Held between two stallions while they used her like a plaything. Hungry for release and willing to take whatever they wanted to get it. Despite her timid-filly nature she was loving this. Loving being held down and pinned between stallions who wanted nothing more than to paint her white.

Rivet grunted loudly into the air and bent over as his thrusts became more erratic and deeper. Sprocket rubbed her ears one last time before shoving his cock into the back of her throat, trembling and shaking when he suddenly flared out, lodging himself into her esophagus and letting loose his torrent of virile stallion seed, shooting burst after burst into her stomach.

When the poor filly could take no more abuse to her gullet she tried to pull herself roughly backward, but Sprocket’s hoof between her ears kept her there firmly. He was never-ending, his flared member ejecting shot after shot of thick, hot cum. It overfilled her throat, came seeping out of her mouth and nose. Her senses were overwhelmed and completely overtaken by nothing but cum.

Spur unceremoniously squirted all over Rivet’s cock and she wondered if he truly even noticed. It was certain he didn’t hear her squeaking and her muffled moans, but he likely would have felt her quivering, clenching pussy as it pulled at him, desperate to take even more. If he did notice, his demeanour didn’t change.

Rivet continued battering her pussy again and again, their hips meeting with loud smacks, and the occasional high-pitched squeak coming from Spur’s now-freed mouth. Her head fell to the floor once Sprocket had pulled free, leaving her to moan freely. He fell back to his haunches, catching his breath and watching with fascination as his friend rutted the little filly in front of him.

A few more short, erratic thrusts and it Rivet felt his balls pull toward his body, his member constricting and throbbing. With little notice he flared and unleashed his own torrent of seed. It shot directly into Spur’s small womb, overfilled her canals, rushed to the surface when his continued slow thrusts displaced the copious amount of liquid. It seeped down her thighs and dribbled to the floor.

Spur dropped to the floor, covered in semen on both ends and panting for breath. She was shivering from the sharp cold of the shower-head, which had rapidly changed in temperature just as they finished their loud activities. Her pussy was gaping and still hadn’t returned to normal. She put her chin on her forehooves and sighed with content. Sprocket and Rivet both leaned against the wall, panting heavily and trying to catch their breath.

“Haven’t bucked like that in ages. Ow, my heart!” Rivet clutched his chest, about to keel over from the exertion.

“Amazing job, little filly. Any colt would be lucky to have you.” Sprocket ruffled her mane, “We didn’t push you too far, did we?” For a split second he showed legitimate worry.

Spur lifted her dazed head and looked between them. They had always been nice to her, treated her like a grown-up when she hung around and listened to what she had to say like her opinion mattered. Now, doing these grown-up things with them, she felt even more like an equal.

“Are you kidding? That was awesome!” Spur grinned as she rose to her shaky hooves and hurriedly washed herself of the copious amount of juices and cream that had coated her fur and leaked out of her. Both stallions tilted their heads and enjoyed the view under her tail.

“Well, Spur, there’s more where that came from. Same time, same place next week?” Sprocket slid a hoof over her back, starting to help her with her tail. He worked soap into her braids, smoothed out the errant strands. She smiled appreciatively as he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

“And I expect...” Sprocket leaned close to her ear, his voice a whisper, “Your muzzle between my legs before we even say hello.”

Spur shivered and gave a quick, eager nod.

“Uh-huh! You bet”

To say that Spur had discovered a whole new world was putting it lightly. She spent most of the following week when she wasn’t in school or with friends locked up in her room, under her covers, hoof between her legs vigorously masturbating herself with the memory of that night. The feeling of those two stallions, how stretched and full she’d been; their hot seed overfilling her orifices. For such a shy and demure young mare Spur had discovered a whole new part of herself. A perverted, lustful part.

Saturday night, when the sun had finally set, Spur made her way to the swimming pool. She’d blown off her friends plans to meet at the library, citing that she ‘wasn’t feeling too good’, and that had seemed to work. She breezed past the singular locker room, showered quickly, with a cursory glance toward a familiar corner of the showers, and walked straight into the large pool area.

She took a brief dip in the pool and swam a couple laps. She was probably early—she remembered from experience that Rivet and Sprocket liked to come as late as possible so as to avoid other ponies. She let the cool water soak into her fur, closing her eyes to wash away whatever nervousness she was clinging onto, and just floated upright in the water.

A pair of voices echoed from the locker room. One was failing to hold back a jovial belly-laugh, and the other had a hissing snicker. She recognized Rivet and Sprocket’s voices at once. Sitting up abruptly and paddling through the shallow water, Spur saw them making their way to the sauna. Sprocket caught her glance, giving her a wink and a gesture toward their destination, as if to say ‘Come join us’. Spur didn’t need more invitation than that. She waded to the edge of the pool, pulled herself up and over the side, and trotted urgently after them.

Sprocket and Rivet were already sitting down in their usual spots. Rivet leaned against the far wall, his hoof up over the back of the bench. Sprocket lounged on his rump with his haunches relaxed and spread. They both noticed Spur when she walked in, whatever topic they’d been discussing before falling to the wind.

Spur made slow, quiet movement toward Sprocket. Her hooves dragged on the floor, her tail between her legs. The anticipation she’d felt before, whatever eagerness she had, was suddenly gone, instead replaced by shy reluctance. Fortunately, both stallions were patient. Sprocket beckoned at her, widening his legs. His stallionhood was already at half-mast, already plumping up in preparation for what he was anticipating. Finally crossing the room, Spur sat down in front of the bench he was sitting at. She cast a glance upward, earning a ruffle of her mane to comfort her.

“Look, if you don’t want to...” Sprocket began.

Spur leaned down, letting her tongue roll out, and dragged it along his tip, slowly and deliberately. She held out a forehoof to brace his member and opened her maw wide, letting it slip past her lips. It pushed into her mouth and puffed her cheeks. It immediately started to become engorged, rapidly swelling, growing bigger by the second.

“...Oooh. Atta girl.” He exhaled pleasantly and turned back to Rivet, suddenly resuming their previous conversation as if she wasn’t even there.

The heat of the sauna started to really bore into little Spur, who was sweating profusely. She found it hard to breath, but the steam in the air relaxed her muscles and put her at ease. The other two didn’t seem bothered by sitting in the sauna for extended periods of time, and talked like it was normal. Sprocket’s cock had become engorged to its full size, and in her attempt to make him happy, she was moving her head back and forth on as much of his length as she could. Up until his medial ring, anyway. Any further would push into her throat, and she just didn’t think she could manage that again.

The two stallions had begun talking about sports, pretending like she wasn’t even there. In fact, the only indication to her presence was the occasional slurping sound or gasp of air from Spur, or soft moan from Sprocket. She had started to taste precum on her lips and knew that it wouldn’t be too long now. Sprocket’s hoof, which had been lovingly toying with her mane, reached up to tap her on the forehead.

“Not that this isn’t wonderful, darling, but I think my friend is getting jealous. Give him some attention, too?” He gestured to Rivet. Spur met his gaze, and the hungry look in his eyes made her blush. Obediently, the teenaged filly shuffled over to the other bench, shoved her head between his spread hind legs, and started to lap at his hardening shaft. Rivet’s hoof pushed her muzzle down, and she found herself burying her nose in his testicles, inhaling that intoxicating stallion scent. She reached out to lap at them and one of them slipped into her mouth: she suckled on it.

Rivet lightly shoved her off, angling his member toward her face, full-mast and dribbling with precum much faster than Sprocket had. Spur opened her mouth wide and let it hang there, tongue drooping out, saliva dripping down. Wrapping a hoof around the back of her head, Rivet shoved himself in roughly. He pushed himself into her mouth and puffed her cheeks. She sat still while he moved himself back and forth. Giving her no reprieve or an indication of what he was about to do, he gripped her ears and plunged himself deep into her throat. Spur gagged and flailed, but only for a moment. It was fortunately not her first time now, she’d expected this from last time, even if she was unsure that it would even fit. Coughing and sputtering, she stayed as still as possible while the rough stallion fucked her throat.

They’d started talking about politics and work. Each shared an equal disdain for ponies in business suits and, in general, the wealthy elite of Canterlot. In the middle of this discussion Sprocket lost his train of thought.

“Celestia, Rivet, don’t hurt her!”

“Fuuuuck. Nah, she’s loving this!”

Sprocket hopped off his bench and lifted her tail. Sure enough, her slit was engorged and dripping. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Previously, he’d known her as a cute and shy girl who just liked to hang around them. Had they corrupted her? Was this wrong?

His hoof reached up, caressing her backside, and pulled the lips of her labia apart to see the pink flesh underneath. She actually winked, and a shudder escaped her body.

“Wow.”

Meanwhile, Spur was still gagging and sputtering, her eyes shut and her ears pinned back against her head. Sprocket pulled her tail back and gazed over her wonderful feminine parts, luring him in with their scent and appearance.

“Pull her off. I’ve got a better plan.”

“Better than this?” Her nose bumped against his crotch and he threw his head back, moaning.

“Yeah. Pull her into her lap. We’re going to double stuff this filly.”

Rivet’s eyes went wide, but he needed no further convincing He pulled her off. Spur gasped for air, feeling dizzy, but a pleasant satisfying feeling washed over her. She was pulled up into Rivet’s lap. He held his hooves around her hips, trying to angle his member toward her pussy. Spur wobbled, barely able to stay upright. She moved her hooves to his shoulders to brace herself, dizzily watching as his penis found its mark, and the rough stallion bucked up.

Spur’s vision went white as she was penetrated quickly. Much quicker than Sprocket had done it a week ago. Rivet wasted no time, moving his hooves to her waist and bouncing her off of him, letting gravity do the work. Each bounce pushed him deeper, inch after inch, filling her inner walls. She clenched and rippled around him as pleasure coursed through her veins and it was hard to think.

Sprocket rose onto her hind hooves and Spur felt another set of hooves on her rear. It didn’t clue in for the poor filly what was happening until it was too late. He spat on his hoof and lathered up her tailhole. He angled the tip of his still-dripping cock toward her still-virgin rear entrance. When Rivet pulled back, ready to thrust again, Sprocket plunged inside.

If Spur had been overwhelmed with sensations before it was nothing compared to now. Before she knew it, both stallions were humping at a regular pace, each thrusting in when the other was pulling out so as not to overstretch her. Despite this, Spur felt like she would never shrink back to her usual size again. She could feel both cocks inside her, rubbing against each other through her fleshy walls. Sprocket managed to somehow push himself so deep her tummy bulged, where Rivet could only go up to his medial ring before she became too tight to go further. Rivet wasn’t as long as Sprocket was, but he was far thicker.

There wasn’t much Spur could do except be along for the ride. She gripped Rivet’s shoulders and kept her eyes shut tight. Her whole body seemed to clench and squeeze around the intruders, despite her best attempts. It didn’t hurt by any means, but it certainly felt strange to be so surrounded. Like her whole essence was being fucked silly by these two girthy stallions.

Sprocket was first to let go. His thrusts had become more and more erratic, slapping against her ass again and again. He let loose with a grunt, bursts of creamy stallion juice flowing into her back entrance and coating the walls of her colon. The feeling was surprisingly heavenly and warm.

Spur felt herself growing close and it was all that cum stating to spurt into her that set her off. Rivet had started yanking her down with each upward thrust and had actually managed to get her past his medial ring. He pounded into her roughly and with abandon now that Sprocket had pulled out. Cum oozed from her gaping tailhole and dribbled down her rump, mixing with the various other juices.

With a bellowing moan and one last, hefty tug, Rivet pushed himself as deep as he could go and pulled Spur down. She bottomed out, landing in his lap with a crash and a ‘slap’. Cum spurted out from their laps from both of them, and the room was filled with echoes of pleasure.

The group collapsed into a heap. Rivet still trapped inside of that wonderful, tight pussy, Sprocket sprawled on top, and Spur stuck in between, in pure bliss.

Slowly, Rivet’s penis deflated and fell out of her gaping slit. More cum rushed out of her and added to the goopy pile on her thighs.

“W-wow, Fellas.” Spur mumbled between their fluffy, sweaty chests, enjoying their collective scents and sturdy muscles cradling her.

“Wow yourself. You’re one sexy mare!” Rivet ruffled her ears. Sprocket looked ready to fall asleep.

“Aww, shucks, I think I’m just average. You guys are amazing, though!” Spur answered excitedly. Both stallions chuckled. “You think we should go get cleaned up now?”

“Wait, there’s one more thing. To say thank you.” Sprocket pulled her off of Rivet’s lap and placed her in his. She was like a ragdoll, being moved from one stallion to the next. He was still flaccid, quickly descending into his sheathe.

“What is it?” She started to ask, but was quickly interrupted before she could ponder it. The stallion planted a kiss right on her lips, tongue slipping into her maw. His hooves moved to her back and squeezed her rump.

This was kissing. Full-bodied, tongue-filled grown-up kissing like the ponies in movies. She’d never done this before and it quickly dawned on her that he was giving her another first, and her heart fluttered. She kissed back, her inexperience showing as she tried to poke at his tongue, but he kept dancing around, luring her back into his own mouth, showing her the ropes.

Spur moaned quietly as their heated kissing put her in the most wonderful of states. She felt dizzy again, but also warm, fuzzy and downright tingly all over. The hooves on her rump began kneading and spreading her legs. They dipped down between them, cupped her still-gaping pussy and found her sensitive, winking clit.

“Mmph!” Spur squealed into the kiss, but Sprocket only held onto her tongue more. His hoof danced around, rubbing against her nub, speeding up his attention the more she winked. She whimpered and quivered amidst the kissing, forgot what she was supposed to be doing. Her body became a mess of squirms and grinds and humping her hips, but no matter how she moved his hoof stayed true.

She bucked her hips and a squirt of clear, sticky filly juices shot out onto his chest. Her moans and squeals grew in crescendo and she bucked her hips again. Another shot of filly cum, shooting with less velocity than the first. She gave up trying to kiss him, but Sprocket never let up. He plunged his tongue into her throat and brought out one last trembling scream as she came a third and final time, and collapsed.

“Now,” he laughed, “We can go wash up.”