A Good Time Was Had By All
Ever since the first generations of ponykind began to form herds and villages, the winter solstice has marked the harshest of winter, the furthest day from the earth's bounty.
It is a hard time for all three tribes. The ground freezes, choking life from trees and plants, the skies grow rough and unwelcoming. Perhaps unicorns have it the easiest, as their magic is strongest in such extremes and weakest at the equinoxes, when all is balanced and the potential around them is small, but rare is the unicorn who prefers the depths of winter to the heights of summer.
Winter is a trying time for ponies of all kinds. A time of despair, hunger, and death.
But the night of midwinter itself? On that night, the world couldn't be more alive.
–The Leaves, the Grass, the Birds, and the Bees, by Quiver Lilly
Ponies streamed out into the night, moving like predators hungry for a meal. They sprinted down paved roads and leapt over fences, soared over treetops and teleported past obstacles with single-minded intent. They never so much as glanced at each other.
They converged in a clearing a mile or so out of the town. Out of the city. Out of the village. Out of their front doors. It was a clearing in the forest, no matter where they were.
They gasped the midnight air and devoured the smoke. They had no lungs, only tooth and mouth and throat. The frigid air burned their insides, wrapping them from their chests down to the depths of their stomachs, lighting a slightly different fire in each pony.
Literal fires flashed, whether from horns or matchboxes. Forest safety was far from anypony's mind. It was night, and the night was primarily cold, and dark, and empty. They needed to fill it.
With a splash of errant magic and a dozen strong earth pony shoulders, they felled trees and rolled them together into a grand pile. Powerful pegasus wings beat down, and stones crashed against stone, and magic ripped through reality, until the sparks ignited and the bonfire burst to life with a bone-chilling whoosh. The dry undergrowth flared and shriveled around it, and tendrils of flame licked the night sky far above. Finally, with the air alive and their blood pounding through their veins, the wild, mute crowd of ponies turned on each other, finally noticing, evaluating the warm bodies around them.
A wiry pegasus turned and shouldered his wingmate out of formation. They tumbled to earth, hooves and wings tangled and roaming. Two strong muzzles met in a slow, deep kiss, and for a fraction of a second they were at rest. But the night wouldn't surrender so easily.
Roles coalesced naturally. The wiry stallion, though much lighter than his companion, wrestled his way on top. Their hips met, their urgent, twitching lengths pressed together like molten bars. The heat shocked them both for a moment, then the grinding resumed, back and forth, hot breath across muzzles, the smooth, vulnerable movements of their sacks jostling and settling together. One's hoof found a soft, bony chest, the other a muscular neck. They both smiled and redoubled their counter-movements as their climax approached like a rising ocean tide.
An earth pony mare, off by herself, rolled onto her back and spread her legs. She called out, more in sounds than in words, but those nearest understood. Another mare, a pegasus, found her groin, tongue lashing and spreading her supplicant partner's delicious lips.
A unicorn approached on the supine mare's other end and offered her the tip of his cock. She arched her back and stretched her neck, and the stallion gasped as she wrapped her lips around both his balls, her tongue flicking out to savour the underside of his shaft. He bowed his head down and nuzzled at the earth pony's lower stomach, his horn almost brushing the other mare, the pegasus, as she continued to explore with her tongue and lips.
He took a step back and lowered his hips, and the earth pony opened her mouth wide, eyes narrowed with desire. He set his head between her lips and slowly pushed forward—too slow for the mare's liking, perhaps, as she stretched her head up to meet him, eager for every inch of stallion meat. He took the hint and began to thrust, slowly, back and forth, in and out of her throat. Already, he could feel his cock starting to flare.
The other mare reached back with a forehoof and stroked her own unattended vulva, the rim of her hoof parting the lips a little and teasing her clit. She moaned inside her partner and pressed in until her nose was against the hood of the earth pony's pussy. She snaked her tongue deep inside, searching for a spot she knew well.
The earth pony gasped, fire coursing from her belly to her crotch. The air, already fuzzy with smoke and heat and the energy of dozens of excited ponies, blurred above her. Her rear legs kicked, and her pussy clenched tight around the feminine muzzle that was thrust inside it, but the other mare's nimble tongue never stopped lashing and poking and caressing her passage. She tried to scream, but the thick cock in her throat turned it into a muted, guttural moan of pleasure.
The stallion groaned, his balls clenched, and his flare widened deep in his partner's throat. He pulled back suddenly, until his flare sat just between her lips, and he came, filling her mouth with seed in a second. He pulled out her mouth entirely and unloaded another two pulses of hot cum across her face and torso. His fourth spurt overshot his earth pony lover entirely and arced toward the pegasus mare at her other end.
The wind kicked up sharply and pulled the droplets off course, where they sprinkled the ground beside the trio.
The pegasus mare redoubled her hoof's motion across her own pussy, circling and flicking at her clit, until finally her own orgasm crashed into her. Trickles of mare juices ran down her thighs. She fell to her knees, then to her belly. She rested her head on the earth pony's crotch, nose pressed against the folds, as she weathered the spasms that wracked her lower body.
As the three ponies collapsed together in a momentarily sated pile, a dark figure just out of sight smiled.
Luna loved the winter solstice. Not just for the sex, of course. She was rarely afforded the opportunity to participate, after all, but she never felt closer to her subjects than when they gathered together like this. Like wild spirits, fucking in the frigid night air.
She was no mere voyeur, however. The solstice was her charge, her domain, and the ponies writhing and licking and thrusting and groaning before her needed guidance. Consent required words, after all. Calm conversation, understanding, and patience. There was no time for any of that on the solstice. So she guided, with wind and smoke and the occasional telekinetic nudge. Fears and desires were laid bare to her, the mistress of dreams, and here she enforced them as her sister did written laws.
Years ago, before her banishment, she had used a firmer hoof. Not mind control, exactly, but perhaps something close to it. It warmed her to see how far ponies had come since. With a whisper, stallions left lesbian mares alone. A shift in the air, and mares gravitated away from gay stallions. Those whose tastes aligned clumped together, feeding into and off of each others' energy, burning away the cold all through the night.
Some years, she didn't need to interfere at all. Well, except for lube. Horny ponies needed lube, and over the years she had gotten very practiced at that particular spell. Celestia, bless her heart, had clearly been a little squeamish about that part, and while she had filled this role admirably during Luna's absence, already the hearts around her were burning brighter than they had in centuries.
Close to the fire, a ring of bodies gathered close. Some had already gotten started, while others were taking a bit longer to warm up, as it were.
A yellow pegasus, serenity and grace incarnate, sat quietly by herself. Three stallions were daisy-chained together to her right, and they moved together in harmony, in and out, huffing and groaning in unison. To her left, two stallions had wrapped themselves around a plump earth pony mare, and they steadily thrust in and out of both her rear holes to a rhythm as old as ponykind itself. Seed trickled out from around their cocks; clearly this wasn't their first round.
The pegasus tried not to stare, not out of any sense of courtesy but of a deep, animal fear that she didn't quite understand. She wanted to be here—no one came if they were truly unwilling—but she couldn't move.
So she sat and stared into the fire. Her hoof moved slowly against her own marehood, teasing out the old pattern she knew so well. Around, in, in, up and circle. A long, steady press against her clit. Her blood pressure rose, second by second, and then she moved her hoof up and around again. She had refined that pattern over years of solitary nights and unvoiced sentiments, and it seldom failed her. Even now, surrounded by aggressive strangers, she could feel her release creeping closer.
Deep within the flames, a log cracked in half, and the fire parted. Across the bonfire, she saw a stallion. He sat directly across from her, their eyes meeting above the embers. His cock protruded proudly between his splayed rear legs, but he was just as alone as she was. His gaze slid down from her face to her barrel, then down to where her hoof sat, frozen against her crotch.
Somehow, through the dancing shadows and the licking flames, they could see the colour on each others' cheeks, and the hesitance in their eyes. It was as though they were suspended in time, waiting for the flames to even out and once again separate them.
Up on her hill, Luna's eyes were narrowed. This kind of pyromancy wasn't easy, even at the height of her power. Wild fire didn't like to be shaped. But she had a feeling her efforts here would make a difference.
The yellow pegasus took a breath and moved her hoof out of the way, spread her legs, and flared her wings, displaying every inch of herself to her audience.
He gasped. His hoof flew to his shaft, hooked around it, and gave a few quick pumps. His hips flexed off the ground, displaying every inch of his cock and both of his heavy balls. His eyes never left her body, roaming from her chest to her rear legs and, yes, mostly her pussy.
Her hoof moved faster, losing its careful pattern and descending into thoughtless stroking and rubbing. She reached down with her left forehoof and worked at her clit while her right hoof played with her labia, spreading and pulling and caressing every inch of her lips.
Through it all, the stallion's hoof continued its steady motions, up and down his cock, slowing down ever so slightly as it passed his medial ring and again as it glanced up against his tip, which was slowly but surely starting to flare. His hips jerked every few strokes, and the firelight glinted in the thin trail of precum that ran from his cock tip to the ground between his thighs. He could feel her eyes on him, drinking in the sight of his pleasure, just as he indulged in the same.
The pegasus shuddered, and any semblance of control vanished. Her left hoof ran madly back and forth across her clit, her right hoof pressed at her entrance, then descended further and massaged at the very bottom of her pussy and taint. She nearly collapsed backward, but valiantly managed to stay upright so she could enjoy the sight of her lover as she came.
Finally, she crested the ridge, and pulled both hooves away from her crotch and forced her legs wide. Her pussy spasmed, winking and clenching on nothing, and marecum dribbled down her thighs and ass and smeared against the ground.
Her partner was close behind. The sight of her bare, brazen sex nearly toppled him over. His cock head flared, his balls clenched, and he thrust his hips up into the air as he came, shooting several arcs of cum into the fire, where they sizzled and steamed like hot oil. Spent, he fell back into the damp grass and stared up at the sky.
Between deep, heaving breaths, the mare reached down and scooped a large streak of cum off her pelvis. They were nearly ten feet from each other, and yet somehow he'd managed to spurt clear through the gap in the flame and onto her body. She stared at him, and he craned his neck to meet her gaze. She grinned and licked her hoof clean, enjoying her first taste of stallion seed.
He laughed and fell back again, and the flame finally closed, separating the two souls again.
Next year, they both resolved, there wouldn't be a bonfire in the way.
A short ways out in the fields, darting through the trees, more revelers enjoyed the night. They were far from the fire, so they had to make their own heat.
Most were pegasi, competitive and flighty by nature, but a few earth ponies and unicorns peppered their mad struggles. These ponies were no less willing, of course. In some ways, they were much more so than the gentler ponies by the fire.
A dark, winged mare dove suddenly to earth, then flared her wings and shot upward, catching a larger pegasus stallion in the chest with her shoulders and flipping him around so his belly pointed skyward. His wings faltered, the shock of the impact knocking him senseless for a moment, and the mare took advantage. She flappend hard and settled onto his belly, her crotch grinding hard against his already-stiffening shaft.
They plummeted together, their hearts pounding as the frigid winter air rushed past them. The mare adjusted herself, raising her hips and pressing the tip of his cock to her opening. She grinned and ground herself against him, teasing the head of his cock with her lips.
Finally, after less than a second of falling, the stallion opened his eyes and smiled back. He reached his legs around her and flared open his wings. They twisted in mid-air until he was on top again, and he flapped once, twice, and then dove.
The landing wasn't gentle. Thankfully, the pegasi who played far from the fire were used to that.
Her shoulders hit first and she slid, carving tiny furrows in the grass. He crashed down onto her and drove his cock inside her in one violent motion, until their hips met and his balls slapped against her rump.
She moaned, hot and loud, all her senses overwhelmed by the crash landing and the rough penetration. The stallion grinned. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, then began to fuck her in earnest. He wouldn't stay on top for long, and he knew it.
At the base of the hill, two mares eyes each other, legs tense and tails flagged. One was a pegasi and one was an earth pony, one tall and one short, one orange and one pink, one with a trail of fresh semen running down her thigh and the other with only the telltale mattes of thorough licking marring the fur around her sex. Both were burning with delight, and both were aggressively horny, as one might have guessed.
The orange pegasus made the first move. She hopped into the air and flapped once to close the distance like an angry crow.
The pink mare reared back and pushed off the ground with her hind legs, meeting her opponent in mid-air. The pegasus clearly hadn't been expecting that. She faltered, and the pair crashed together in a tangle of limbs.
On the ground, the earth pony had a natural advantage. She rolled over the pegasus, using her weight to keep the feisty mare down. In the same motion, she spun around and buried her nose between the pegasus' legs. The pink mare nuzzled at her captive's teats and pressed her own tingling pussy against her neck.
For a moment the pegasus tried to escape, tried to beat her wings or kick her legs to dislodge the heavier pony on top of her, but soon enough she accepted her position and arched her neck, tongue reaching for the earth pony's wanting pussy.
And in the trees, a game between three ponies was underway. A mare crouched, shivering and fidgeting with anticipation, as two stallions, a pudgy unicorn and a wiry pegasus, circled her. Their eyes, however, weren't on her. They were glued to each other, waiting for somepony to make a move.
The unicorn acted first, or at least his magic did. A bright flash of light broke the night, blinding the other two for a moment. A moment was all he needed.
He sprinted up to the mare and shouldered her onto her side. He pressed a hoof to her groin, spreading her pussy open, then lined up his shaft and slid inside. She was more than ready for it, and encouraged him on with a long, low moan. Her tail wrapped around his hips.
The pegasus stallion recovered moments later. He circled around to the mare's far side and carefully crawled beneath her, the unicorn thrusting all the while.
The pegasus wrapped his forelegs around his quarry and kicked out his hind legs, pushing the unicorn back until his cock came free and slapped up against his belly.
The winged stallion didn't bother standing up or otherwise repositioning himself. Instead he wriggled, bringing his hips down to meet the mare's. His cock reached her marehood, then slid up higher. She sucked in a breath and tried to relax as he pressed slowly into her ass. It was hardly the first anal she'd enjoyed that night, and with these two, she suspected it wouldn't be the last.
Once he managed to get the head of his cock inside her, he paused. That was only polite. The momentary hesitation cost him.
The unicorn grabbed them both in a swath of shimmering gold magic, spun them around, and let the pegasus fall. The mare squeaked as his cock jerked free of her tailhole. She waited eagerly for her second suitor to replace it.
The second the pegasus' hooves touched the earth, he leapt. Not at the mare, though.
His forehooves crashed into the unicorn's shoulders and they tumbled together in a great ball of legs and wings and urgent erections. The pegasus emerged on top. He pinned the unicorn's forelegs with his own, and straddled his hips so the unicorn couldn't struggle with his hindlegs.
The unicorn's horn glowed gold, sparks flickering and sputtering through the cold air. Their muzzles were inches apart.
And then the unicorn disappeared, leaving his pegasus competitor clutching bare grass.
He reappeared behind the mare, who had by this point settled back to earth herself. She was still staring at the pegasus, her eyes just a moment behind the action.
The unicorn settled into position, rearing his forelegs onto her rump and leaning into her. His cock slid against her pussy and past it, grinding against her belly. She arched her back and took a half-step back to meet him. He could feel her winking against his length. He stared over her head at the other stallion.
Said stallion was back on his hooves, wings fluttering and jaw flexing in frustration. Pegasi were competitive by nature, and the strange, quixotic magic of the solstice only amplified that nature. He stalked toward the joined couple, his hard dick slapping against his barrel with every step.
It was, perhaps, not quite as intimidating an image as he intended to project.
He stopped in front of the mare and glared, every muscle in his body tense and ready to spring.
She let out a slow breath—either relief or exasperation—and bent her forelegs, lowering her head between the pegasus' legs and toward his stiff cock, fully intending to end the charade and simply enjoy both of them at once, one at each end.
With a single, powerful beat of his wings, the pegasus leapt over her and into the unicorn who was so, so close to giving her what she wanted. So close.
The two stallions staggered and grappled again, letting out low growls as they went. They separated for a moment, only to crash together again with teeth bared. On the solstice, even timid ponies were emboldened like wolves.
Behind the two, the mare finally lowered her haunches and sat on the grass, grimacing slightly as her tender, needy nethers brushed the damp ground. Gone was her taunting expression, her mock yips and shivers of fear. This game was getting old.
Stallions.
She crossed her forehooves in front of her and waited patiently for them to get bored of wrestling and come fuck her already.
The unicorn ducked and weaved, trying to catch the pegasus off balance. The unicorn reached in with a foreleg, hooked the pegasus' opposite front knee, and jerked sideways. The pegasus sprawled to the ground. He tried to roll onto his side, but the unicorn was already on him.
Belly to belly, snout to snout, they breathed each other in. Their muscles never relaxed for a moment as the unicorn leaned in and pressed his teeth into the pegasus' shoulder. Not enough to break the skin, of course, but enough to make the pegasus gasp at the sensation. The unicorn pulled back just a little, their shafts sliding across one another, the air hissing around their combined heat.
The pegasus let his head fall back, and he gave up, relaxing his limbs and spreading his hind legs in submission. The unicorn crawled up the pegasus' body until his cock hovered above the other stallion's nose.
The pegasus's eyes were wide with surprise, but he seemed to know exactly what to do. He opened his mouth. The unicorn pressed forward, slowly driving inch after inch of horsecock into his welcoming maw. The pegasus didn't so much as wince as the other stallion's tip reached the entrance of his throat. He swallowed it carefully, his tongue caressing the sides of the shaft, his heart pounding.
Behind them, the mare's eyes grew wide. This wasn't how she'd expected this to turn out, but considering the circumstances…
She fell back onto her haunches and brought a hoof down to her marehood, her eyes never leaving the two stallions. Her hoof was already soaked.
Considering the circumstances, she'd take what she could get.
The pegasus' nose touched the unicorn's groin, and he felt the heat of the unicorn's balls against his chin. He swallowed hard, and the unicorn shivered. The cock in his throat flexed, and its flare started to swell, pressing against his throat muscles from the inside.
The unicorn whined. His hips moved in tiny jerks, an inch in, an inch out.
The pegasus waited. His tongue continued its motions, up and down, paying special attention to the medial ring. He breathed in, savouring the cold burn of the night air and the sweet musk of the other stallion. The unicorn was close. He pulled back until the tip of his cock rested between his partner's gentle teeth.
In one motion, the pegasus jerked backward, using his wings to lift his torso off the ground and unbalancing the unicorn, whose eyes went wide. The pegasus felt a quick spurt of seed land on his tongue in the instant before the unicorn toppled backward. The taste only spurred him on.
The unicorn landed on his side. His flared, quivering cock oozed into the grass: a heartbeat, a breeze away from climax.
The pegasus, not far from orgasm himself, was on him in a moment. He bit down on the unicorn's tail and pulled, jerking his rear into the air on shaking legs. The unicorn moaned into the grass, ready and waiting for what came next.
Up on her hill, Luna rolled her eyes and lit her horn, slathering the unicorn's tailhole with a generous amount of magical lube. She extended some along the pegasus' length too. Stallions. Always so impatient. One would think even a relative newcomer to anal play would understand the importance of proper lubrication, but every single solstice there were a few who proved otherwise.
The pegasus lined his cock up to the unicorn's tight entrance and pressed in. He thrust hard and sank half of his length inside. Another thrust, and he was hilted.
That was enough for the unicorn. He hissed into the grass and came in oozing, halting spurts, creating a small puddle of cum beneath them. His hips bucked, driving him further onto the cock in his ass, and his orgasm redoubled, his cock shooting another two jets with enough force that they splashed off the ground and onto his shaft and balls.
The pegasus started to fuck him in earnest, deep and fast, almost pulling free after each thrust. The slap of hips meeting rump filled the night, punctuated by the grunts and gasps and moans of two horny stallions. The unicorn slumped as he descended the heights of his climax, his lower belly pressed into a pool of his own spunk, his cock still semi-erect from the incessant sensations in his rear. His tail flagged weakly despite his exhaustion.
The pegasus' thrusts shortened. He pulled his stallion in closer and sped up, pounding his ass with abandon. His balls clenched, his wings flared out, and he stretched his neck out and bit down into the unicorn's shoulder. He didn't stop moving for a second as his climax hit. His cock jerked as he unloaded spurt after spurt, painting the unicorn's insides white. His forelegs grasped around his partner's barrel tightly as he struggled to get closer.
His weight pressed down on the unicorn's nearly limp body, and they both slumped over into the grass. Dew and semen soaked their undersides, but they made no attempt to disentangle themselves. Soft moans and coos rose from both of them as they relished each other in their afterglows.
The pink mare, their forgotten partner, approached them on shaking legs. Her thighs and hoof were soaked with her own juices, and the cold was starting to lick at her. She carefully slid in beside them, her hindlegs intertwined with theirs. She didn't react to the mess underneath them; she was adding to it herself, after all.
The pegasus stallion spread his wings and draped them over the other two. The unicorn snuggled closer, nosing up to the mare's neck.
From a distance, it looked downright wholesome. And maybe it was.
Luna stretched out on her hilltop overlooking the bonfire. She ruffled her wings, then cast a spell to siphon off a bit of the heat from the raging bonfire and diffuse it into the air around her. Judging by the sweat glinting off the ponies below her, they could spare a few degrees.
Soon enough the intensity of the orgy would begin to fall, and the fire would burn deep and low. Ponies would huddle tighter, in groups of two or three or more, and snuggle close to the fire. There would still be sex, of course. Some talented pegasi might even fly over while still coupled.
“No need to look so glum, Luna.”
She lifted her head from the beautiful spectacle below her and frowned at the resplendent white alicorn climbing the hill behind her, much like the sun she represented. “Sister?” Luna said. “You should be asleep.”
Celestia sat down next to her and said, “Yes, but… well, I feel the call just as every pony does. I am usually sated in the castle, but I thought perhaps we could discuss, ahem, this.” She gestured down to the sea of pleasure by the fire. “You were always very protective of this ritual.”
Luna snorted. “Ritual? It's an orgy, sister.”
“Yes. Aren't most orgies ritualistic?”
“Not the fun ones.” Luna sighed and returned her gaze to her subjects. “You know that the solstices are special. You guard yours every bit as jealously as I do mine.”
“I suppose so, although it's hard to compare the Summer Sun Celebration to this.” Celestia laughed. “You know, back before, I had considered offering to swap for a year. Just to see. I had no idea what the winter solstice was really like. After supervising it myself for a millennium, I understand why you were reluctant to discuss it with your sister.”
“You are the prudish one, not me,” Luna said with a grin. She rolled to her side and lifted one hind leg into the air, displaying her puffy, glistening marehood proudly. Celestia snapped her gaze to the ground. Luna laughed and rolled back onto her front. “The winter solstice isn't meant to be discussed. There's a reason ponies can never quite express the night's events the next day, why it is only spoken of in metaphor and euphemism.”
“I understand that now, yes.”
They sat and observed as more and more ponies gathered around the bonfire. A mare and her partner tumbled to the ground, legs already intertwined, thighs pressed to vulvas and noses to necks. They wrapped their forelegs tightly around one another.
A yellow pegasus mare crouched close to the flames, her nose between her front hooves. A dark brown stallion ambled up beside her and laid down in kind, their flanks just inches apart.
Two stallions, a stocky unicorn and a lanky pegasus, settled into place nearby. A pink mare slid between them, and, in turn, the stallions slid themselves into her. They must have grouped up early and stayed grouped that night, for they fit comfortably and easily. All three lay in repose, not thrusting or gyrating but relaxing, hilted and coupled.
“I could stay here, if you wanted. You could join them,” Celestia offered. “I can tell you want to.”
Luna shook her head. “It isn't that simple. The solstice is… close to a dream. A physical dream, perhaps. I don't think its spell would take me anymore. I am too much a part of it.” She smiled wide, baring a hint of teeth. “You, however, are welcome to participate. It must have been quite some time since you've enjoyed a proper midwinter celebration.”
She blinked. “That is true. Not since before you assumed responsibility for it.” Her wings unfurled and stretched in the night air. “Not since we got these.”
“You had, what, three years of adulthood before you ascended?”
“Close. Only two solstices, though.” Celestia inhaled deeply, savouring the cold burn in her lungs. “I barely remember what it was like.”
The bonfire was dying, orange and sputtering. The ponies around it moved in slow, deliberate movements, with semen-slick shafts and overflowing holes, sore muscles and burning lungs. Some of the less vital ponies were already beginning to doze.
“Thank you for the offer, Luna, but it seems I've missed most of tonight's fun already,” Celestia said. “Maybe next year?”
Luna nodded. “Certainly. Just arrive on time and you'll be whisked away. This year, though…” Luna spread open a wing and shifted. “Would you like to enjoy the last embers together?”
Celestia rolled her eyes, then scooted across the damp grass and pressed her side against her sister's. She reached out her own wing and laid it over Luna's back, and received an equally comforting wing hug in return. “No funny business, though.”
“I wouldn't dream of it.” Luna hummed. “Not until next year, apparently.”
