Spur of the Moment

by Scout Feather

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other
Length: 7837

Some choices are best made in the heat of the moment. Foalcon, public sex.

Spur loves to swim at the local pool. She's the fastest swimmer in her class. She's also the cutest, as anyone will tell you, and those adorable good looks have certainly attracted some attention.

While most adults Spur knows treat her like some foal who couldn't be trusted on her own, there are two particular ponies always hanging around the sauna who always talked to her like an equal.

For a filly Spur's age, feeling a little bit more like a grown up was everything.

Contains young teenage foalcon and public sex with a hint of exhibitionism. I estimate Spur to be 12-13.

Published 2019-11-07 05:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-12-08 00:28:52 UTC

Spur gets wet

Spur loved swimming. The local pool was always a lot of fun. Foals happily played, adults chatted around the hot tub, while bigger fillies and colts like herself took to the slide and played around the deep end. She was even a half-decent swimmer, taking well to lessons in school and always proving to be the fastest underwater.

She went nearly every weekend if she could, and for as long as possible. Sometimes she did laps, and other times she casually floated along and stared at the ceiling. Occasionally, she even hung out in the hot tub or sauna with the adults, some of which even welcomed her presence, chatting with her like one of their own.

The sauna was hot and hard to stay in for long. Two older stallions whom Spur knew as the town repair ponies, Rivet and Sprocket, always liked to hang around in there. They were gruff, crass and unusual, but that usually didn’t phase Spur much. Where other fillies in her class usually steered clear of ponies like them, in the same way that they thought anything to do with dirt or bugs was uncouth, Spur saw the best in them. They were an important part of the town, and it would certainly be lost without them. It helped that they treated her like just another grown-up, and she liked that.

Spur sometimes went and hung out with them in the sauna or the hot tub when the pool slowed down and nopony else was around to keep her company. They usually chatted about work, some of the repairs they were doing, the local sports team, or more rude things like attractive mares they’d seen about. When normally they’d lower their voices or change the subject altogether when a filly or mare was around and it wasn’t considered polite, over time they’d stop bothering with her. They’d talk about the butt on a mare at the market, a pair of legs on another, maybe the way someone’s wife walked. At times they even talked about sex in her presence, uncaring that she was listening.

On one such occasion, when Spur had spent her entire Saturday afternoon doing chores and taking care of her pet, she didn’t get to the pool until late in the evening. It was open until after dark even with no lifeguards, and that suited her just fine.

After a quick shower in the facility’s only locker room, she trotted into the pool proper to go for a swim. The water was cool and inviting as always, particularly on such a warm summer’s day. She dipped under the water for a little while, raced around a few laps, and splashed about until she’d worn out a bit of her energy.

It seemed like she had the whole pool to herself. The only sounds were that of her splashing and the jets on the hot tub. As she floated in place, she gazed around, eyes settling on the sauna. She had no idea if she was alone or not, but spending a few minutes there didn’t seem so bad. So, she slipped out of the water, shook herself off a bit, and happily trotted over to the steamy door, grabbing a fluffy white towel off the shelf for her dripping body on her way.

She slipped inside and was immediately greeted with a wall of steam and heat. Spur let out a calm exhale as she let the door behind her close on its own.

“Careful there, you’ll let out the heat!” A gruff voice said. Spur recognized it as Rivet. That must have been his companion, Sprocket, sitting right next to him. His voice confirmed this.

“Why if it isn’t our cute little friend! How are ya’, Spur?”

Spur took a seat across from them on a warm bench, quickly settling in against the wall, careful not to touch a stone or anywhere too hot. The heat of the room around them was stifling, and for a moment it was difficult to breathe, at least until she acclimated.

“Hello, fellas.” Spur gave a kind smile to each of them, “Anything new?”

“Ah, we was just talking about the Buckball championships. Right travesty that is.” Rivet huffed.

“Don’t I know it, Rivet.” Sprocket nodded, gesturing to his friend before asking. “But what about you darling? Why don’t you make yourself more comfortable, eh?”

Spur squirmed in place a moment, blushing a little. She was plenty comfortable before, of course, but they obviously meant something different.

“Well, school’s been a bit crazy with homework, and between that and taking care of Bloofie...” She slowly pulled the fluffy towel away from her lap, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. “... its been a heck of a week. I’ve barely had enough time for myself!”

“Well, that’s just terrible, darling. Pretty little mares like you need their personal time.” Rivet nodded in an understanding way.

“I know! I’ve had no time at all to do anything fun!” She sat back and ever-so-slowly spread her hind legs. Through all the fog and steam, the ponies across from her could still see everything she was exposing. Her tail wasn’t there to cover her plump little filly lips or her round rump-hole just underneath.

“Darn shame, that,” Rivet nodded thoughtfully, his eyes transfixed on her lower body. Spur blushed, looking away as both stallions stared at her. The truth was, she liked the attention, even if it made her tummy flutter and caused her to blush. This was their little secret and it made her feel good. Like they wanted her, no, desired her.

Rivet turned back to his friend and the two continued their conversation before like nothing had changed, making glances toward Spur every now and then, nodding their appreciation. After getting over her initial butterflies Spur tried to include herself in the conversation, though she knew little about sports.

“I really like Team Appaloosa. I think they’ll win!” Spur was confident and maybe even a little boisterous.

“Naw, everyone thinks it’s going to be Team Ponyville, but if I were a bettin’ stallion, I’d wager a hefty sum on Canterlot this year.” Sprocket tapped the bench.

“They don’t even have pegasi, you dolt. What chance do they have to win against natural fliers?” Rivet seemed unimpressed, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Spur. Sprocket did the same. They looked at each other and seemed to exchange a mutual understanding that Spur was not privy to. She shuffled awkwardly, keeping her legs apart, but felt like she was under scrutiny.

“That’s enough talk about sports. Sprocket, you were sayin’ earlier about this mare you had drinks with the other day?” Rivet egged him on.

“Oh, yeeeeah. She was real nice at blowin’. Really knew how to use her tongue. And boy could she really deepthroat! I swear that mare’s throat went on for miles. And that ass! I musta ploughed her for hours. Best fuck I’ve had in a while.” Sprocket grinned wide. Both he and Rivet turned and looked at Spur, who was exchanging glances between the two.

“Oh, uh...sounds awesome!” Spur agreed along with him, taking their glances to mean they were looking for approval. She knew what sex was, obviously, but hearing them talk about it so openly was a different thing entirely then what they’d taught at school.

“Oh, she was.” Sprocket looked dreamily into the steamy atmosphere, “What about you, Spur? Met any cute colts this week?” He leaned closer. “Fuck any of ‘em yet?”

Spur turned red, shaking her head rapidly.

“Oh, uh, nonono! Nothing like that. I, um...sort of like this one colt in class, but I don’t think he’s interested.”

Both stallions laughed heartily at this. They were deep, rolling belly laughs.

“Nonsense! Colts that age will hop on anything that moves. Just ask ‘em if you can suck his dick!” Rivet cackled. Spur froze up and shook her head.

“I c-couldn’t. That’s so...bold! What if he says no? And I’ve never done it before, what if I mess up? Will I even like that stuff? Shouldn’t we go on a date first?” She panicked at the thought, her eyes shrinking to pinpricks.

“Truuuust us, a colt that age won’t say no. He’s probably just as crazy about you, if not more so.” Rivet gave her a great big clap on the back, took in one more deliberate eyeful of her youthful plot, and rose to his hooves. “Annnnyway, it’s getting late. I’m going to hit the showers. Was nice seeing you, Spur.” He beckoned to his friend, who also rose up his hooves. The pair walked past Spur and out of the steam room.

Spur was left with all sorts of questions. Were they just messing with her, or giving her legitimate advice? How would she know what to do? It was hard to tell with those stallions when they were just messing with her, and when they had wisdom to give her. The only wisdom they’d ever bestowed upon her before was sports betting odds, and that hadn’t really come in handy yet. Say she asked the colt of her affection and he said yes? How did she do it? A million questions raced through her mind. She jumped to her hooves and ran behind them.

“Wait!”

Spur caught up to the pair in the showers just before the change room and lockers. Rivet was soaping up while Sprocket was rinsing himself off. When Spur walked around the corner, the first thing she noticed was the smell of stallion, and the half-erections each of them was sporting. She gulped and hesitated for a moment, pawing at the tiled floor while two sets of eyes watched her, waiting patiently.

“I... don't know what to do.”

Both stallions grinned: to each other, then to Spur.

“What do you need help with, darling?” Sprocket asked tenderly, beckoning her over to share his shower with a wing. He squirted a bunch of soap into a forehoof while Rivet resumed washing himself off, watching them out of the corner of his eye.

“What... you guys suggested with the colt at school. I don’t know how to do it.” She squeaked softly. Sprocket pretended he didn’t hear her, reaching out to lather some of the soap into her back. His hooves had the firmness of a pony who worked with his hooves all day. She liked that.

“You mean blowjobs?” Sprocket smiled wryly. Rivet had turned around fully in the shower, watching them curiously.

Spur simply nodded while the pony above washed her back, moving down to her hips. He swatted her tail out of the way, letting it droop over her back and revealing her fillyhood to the pair once again.

“And you’d like us to teach you, I suppose?” he continued. A moment of hesitation, then another little nod.

“Do you know what you’re asking, little pony?” He leaned down to whisper in her ear, giving a squeeze of her rump, which earned a squeak out of her. “Rivet and I would happily show you a whole new world of pleasure, but if we do that it’s going to be a heck of a lot more than just a blowjob. Is that what you want?”

This time Spur didn’t respond. Her eyes squeezed shut and she froze, shivering lightly, and stayed quiet. He continued washing her, slow and methodical, moving up to her wings to work out all the chlorine from the pool. Rivet and Sprocket cast glances at each other, wondering if they’d pushed her too far. Finally, after a few minutes of silence, of working it over in her mind, the little pegasus nodded shyly.

Sprocket’s hoof drifted to her mane, to the scruff of her neck. He rubbed her back soothingly for a moment before giving a gentle, but deliberate, shove.

“Good, then the first thing I’m going to teach you is about servicing a stallion.” He sat back on his haunches, opening his legs to reveal to her his stallionhood on full display, now gone from its half-flaccid state to a full-fledged erection. “Use your hooves, then your tongue. Start slow and get used to it.”

Spur stared down at the meaty package that was in front of her. She scooted closer, looking up at Sprocket’s face for approval. He nodded and tilted his head in the direction of his crotch.

“Take your time, darling.” He spoke softly, still rubbing her back.

Spur reached out with a tentative hoof and brought it to his shaft. He twitched, and that caused her to jump a little, and earned a chuckle from above. She ran her hoof all the way to the bottom, near his testicles and sheathe, then back up to the top. She admired the bump of his medial ring in the middle of his penis, the different veins and ridges. She slowly started to forget she was being watched and satiated her curiosity. She added a second hoof, leaning back on her haunches, curling her hoof around his shaft to give it a slow pump. His member twitched again.

“Ohh, that’s nice.” Sprocket inhaled through his nose.

She continued pumping her hooves, paying attention to what made him twitch, the sharp exhales, where he pressed his hips forward. The medial ring was sensitive, it seemed, as was the tip. For a while, she sat there, rubbing her hooves on a real-live stallion dick, marvelling at how it swelled and moved.

“C’mon, kid.” He breathed out. “Try your tongue now.”

Spur slowed her hoofjob to a halt and gulped audibly. She didn’t bother looking up at him, knowing what he’d say. A hoof went to the back of her head, being gentle but instructive. She followed his motion, leaned her head forward until her nose bumped against his shaft. The overwhelming scent of stallion filled her nostrils. She opened her mouth a little, let her tongue fall out, and dragged it from the base of his member all the way up to the tip. Sprocket shivered.

He tasted salty and faintly of the soap he’d been washing with before. She scrunched her muzzle, finding the taste both unusual and unfamiliar. She went in for a second lick, this time starting around the middle, going to the top, and pressing her tongue along his tip. Sprocket throbbed much more then he had before, biting down on his lip and grunting. The taste remained and Spur smacked her lips.

“Nnng, c’mon, girl, open your mouth. Er, please?” He put a hoof on his member and angled it down, prodding her in the muzzle with his tip. She realized what he wanted and for a moment blinked in disbelief. She wanted to know how to do it, didn’t she? Who better to teach her? Spur gulped and opened her maw, letting her tongue hang out a little, dripping with saliva.

Sprocket wasted no time in moving a hoof down the back of her head as he pushed his stallionhood against her tongue, using it to guide him into her mouth. Her cheeks were puffed out from his sheer size, fighting back a cough as he continued his journey all the way to the back of her muzzle, near her throat.

“Good girl.” He breathed, coaxing the back of her head with a rub. “Suck it, use your tongue. Careful with the teeth. I’m going to start moving.” True to his word, he pulled himself back, letting his member slide out until it was just the tip past her lips. She did as he told her to, swirling her tongue around his cockhead, playing with it. Just as soon as he’d pulled back, the grip on the back of her head tightened, and he pushed back in, bumping against the back of her throat.

Spur coughed, or at least tried to, as he poked the back of her throat. Sprocket pulled back and did it again, this time pushing a little harder. He was bumping her throat on purpose. Her eyes widened when she realized why, but it was too late. One more thrust and he held firmly onto her head, shoving her muzzle as gently as possible against his crotch until his cock slipped into her throat, an inch or two at least. She sputtered and gagged while he held himself there, rubbing her mane and her ears.

“There, there. Oooh. You’re doing so great. So tight.” He moaned his approval, slowly working himself back and forth in her throat, being sure to pull back often enough to allow her the opportunity to breathe.

A touch to her rump drew Spur’s attention, and she looked back despite her mouthful of stallion to see Rivet, sitting behind her, kneading her cutie marks.

“Hey love, mind if I help you out back here?” He punctuated his point by sliding a hoof down her backside, casually grazing her filly slit. “Ooh, you’re practically drooling. Enjoying this that much?”

Spur exhaled, and despite her restrictions, managed a little nod. She shook her rump a little to show approval. She was too far along now to turn around. Her attention was brought back in front of her as Sprocket tightened his grip and forced her head to bob faster. She tried her best to follow along, to move in tandem so he wasn’t doing all the work, and he seemed appreciative. Her jaw was starting to hurt, stretched incredibly wide to accommodate his girth, and that wasn’t even considering the abuse her throat was getting.

Something wet caught her attention behind her, and she glanced back to see Rivet bent over, his muzzle between her legs. She would have gasped if her muzzle hadn’t been so obstructed. He was licking her, touching her fillyhood, pulling her vulva lips apart with his hoof to allow his tongue to poke, prod and lap at her. It was wiggling and pushing into her tight walls, and suddenly she was penetrated by his muscly appendage. Spur’s eyes went wide and she nearly choked as Sprocket soothed her with his hoof, his pace slowing down to get a good look at what was going on.

“There, there, missy. Just relax and enjoy it. Mare’s love the way he uses that tongue.” A chuckle emanated from behind her, his mouth vibrating, and Spur found herself lifting one of her hind legs to pull it against her body. He was wiggling and exploring everything, teasing every inch of her inner walls that he could find, his movements erratic and random.

Another thrust above took her attention back and Sprocket shoved himself deep. His member throbbed and squirted a bit of pre right into her gullet. Spur felt it sliding down, trickling along her throat. Sprocket removed his hoof from the back of her head at last and leaned back against the tiled floor, gesturing to himself so that Spur could see.

“I want you to do it now. Practice. Move your head up and down and see how deep you can take it.”

Spur did as she was told with little hesitation. She worked her muzzle, slowly at first, up and down his member, teasing it with her tongue. She pushed down against the back of her throat, loose enough now thanks to his thrusts, and let it slide in an inch or two until it just started to block her airway. She tilted her head back and forth, moving up and down at a slow, methodical pace. His cock twitched and drooled some more, and she took that as a good sign.

Rivet was slurping out of her noisily, and she couldn’t help but squeak and moan through her mouthful of stallion cock as he found her clit, suckled on it, and she winked. She was drooling down her legs, pooling up in a little puddle of an excited filly on the floor between her hinds, before it was washed away by the shower above, pattering against her head and washing away the filth the moment it began.

Rivet pulled away and wiped his muzzle of her juices. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, curious as to his plans. His hoof rubbed her tight little rump in casual circles, staring longingly at, in his opinion, her best asset. His gaze moved up, looking directly at her, piercing into mind. She felt her heart skip a beat, knowing what he was going to ask before he even said it. She knew what she had agreed to, what she’d given away, but that didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking to be on the cusp of it now.

She stopped bobbing her head long enough to pull back and let Sprocket’s member fall out of her muzzle completely. Drool and precum dripped from her lips and his stallionhood. She looked back, directly into Rivet’s eyes as he asked what she knew he inevitably would.

“Can I mount you, dearie?” He squeezed her rump, his member jumped. Sprocket watched quietly, a smirk on his lips.

“S-sure...” came the feeble response from Spur, her cheeks burning. Was she really going to give that away so readily? She looked between the two muscular stallions, their cocks drooling and ready for a good rut, and felt the burgeoning, burning need growing within her. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined she’d be there on this day, but her wildest dreams did go a little something like this. Spur exhaled, lifted her rump a little higher, and turned back to Sprocket, slipping his member back into her mouth to suckle on it hungrily.

Rivet moved behind her, shuffling his legs to get into a mounting position. Due to her smaller size, it was a little awkward to find the right angle despite being on all fours, but after some shifting she had her rump up while he sat on his haunches, member poking her under her tail. He held his tool with one hoof, angling himself. Spur tried to focus on the cock in front of her but the meaty shaft poking at her rear was hard to ignore. He pushed his blunt tip against her vaginal opening, letting her supple folds split open brazenly. He ground his tip back and forth, getting her filly juices and his pre worked into her.

The shower above kept pouring onto them, miraculously still staying at a good, warm temperature, washing off the sweat, arousal and shame of what they were about to do right down the drain.

Rivet leaned up, clamping a hoof on her back to hold her still. Spur stopped sucking for a moment, eyes shut tight. Her ears wilted and she breathed slowly as the stallion behind began applying pressure to her opening, trying to work himself inside. Sprocket rubbed between her ears gently and let her take things at her own pace for the time being.

Rivet worked himself back and forth, pushed his member firmly up against that tight filly rear. Tried to wiggle back and forth, but she was so incredibly tight it was nearly an impossible fit. Finally, he grabbed one of her hind legs to lift it, giving him both the leverage he needed and spreading her legs to make her more accommodating. He pushed hard and his member slipped between her lips, spreading her apart and opening her up to him. Spearing her young body on his pole, taking her for his own.

Spur howled out at the tremendous feeling, her body filled with overstimulation. Rivet started to work himself back and forth, loosening her up, getting her used to him. Her vagina squeezed him so tightly he was scarcely able to even move. The hoof on her ears started to grow tired and pulled her nearer to the other pony in front, drawing her attention back to him.

Spur resumed suckling on Sprocket’s dick, bathing him with her tongue and bobbing back and forth while the other stallion gripped her flanks and shoved himself roughly behind. He nearly slipped, causing a couple of inches to penetrate rapidly and she squeaked out. Sprocket humped his hips, feeling himself getting close as she opened her mouth wider.

“Moon above, this is the tightest mare I’ve ever been with...” Rivet muttered, pressing forward one last time before falling into a rhythm of bucking her from the rear.

Sprocket nodded his agreement, head leaning back, panting and letting out the odd grunt.

“Nnng, she’s great with her mouth, too. Buck.” His hoof worked through her ears affectionately.

Rivet seemed intent on getting himself off, being far less gentle than Sprocket had been in his attempts to give her a lesson. He was thrusting against her hips now, widening his stance as he forced himself up to his medial ring inside her velvety canals. Sprocket, his member drooling more precum by the minute, had started holding her head in place and thrusting his hips upward.

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 as 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. Only when she could take no more, desperate for air, did she pull off of him and shove herself deeper onto Rivet’s pole. The last of Sprocket’s orgasm unloaded onto her face and over the side of her muzzle.

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.

Fortunately, Rivet was a smart stallion. He kept bucking her with rough slaps of his hips, biting his tongue and wrapping a hoof around her barrel. Right as his own cock started to shake, his balls drawing closer to his body, he pulled out of her with a forceful yank and a pop. Rubbing himself to finish with a hoof, his member swelled and shot his hot, sticky load all over her back and flanks.

Spur dropped to the floor, covered in semen on both ends and panting for breath. She was shivering from the sharp cold of the showerhead, 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 the 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”

Spur gets wet again (Commission)

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.”