"Are you sure you're okay with this, Berry?" The yellow-furred stallion whispered, as he rested his forehead against his boyfriend's. "Because neither of us mind if you're really not. It's pretty strange, after all."

"Of course I am, Scotchy." Berry whispered back, tilting his head enough to steal the quickest of kisses. "I've watched you do this so many times, it doesn't seem all that strange anymore." Another touch of lips on lips. "And as much fun as you make it look, and as much fun as I've had watching, I've gotta try it for myself." And another.

"In that case..." Butterscotch surrendered, his voice dropping. And dripping with lust, which sent the most pleasant of tingles down Berry's spine. Which became full-on shivers as yellow lips claimed pink ones hungrily, and hands moved from hips to ass and face. Tightly squeezing the one, and gently stroking the other.

As the taller of the pair slipped his tongue into the baker's hot mouth, he tasted the familiar but oh-so-intoxicating sweetness of his primary lover. His only lover, really, since his only other partner was more of a friends-with-benefits deal. Some admittedly unique benefits, that his pink lover had come over to experience personally for the first time.

While he was almost always the more submissive of the pair in their day-to-day lives, when it came to sex—especially in the privacy of his home—Butterscotch could finally exert the control his shyness and anxieties denied him in the rest of his life, and that made him very much the prince in this relationship. Which he reaffirmed by roughly squeezing Berry's wonderful bubble-butt, and wrestling his tongue into eager submission.

After a minute or two of this, Butterscotch separated from Berry just long enough to pull the balloon-decorated hoodie off his slightly panting coltfriend. Berry focused long enough to return the favor. Having unbuttoned the dress shirt during the extended kiss—without either one of them noticing, somehow—he slid his hands sensuously up the surprisingly muscled chest, over the strong shoulders, and down the lean, lithe arms, baring his lover's torso in all its glory. He then copped one more quick feel of those wonderful pecs before lacing his fingers behind Butterscotch's neck.

Now bare-chested, Butterscotch put his hands back on the slightly curvy stallion again. After the liberties Berry had taken, he felt in the mood to take one or two, himself. A gentle pat on the bulging crotch of his lover became a quick grope, before that hand arched around the soft hip, slipping under the stretchy waistband to firmly grip and squeeze the plush cheek, kneading it almost roughly. Almost as though he were the baker.

At the same time, Butters' right hand went back to Berry's face, curling around to tangle in and grip the almost shoulder-length, curly hair, in a way that could almost be considered a grope, too. Using that grip to tilt Berry's head back as far as it would comfortably go, Butterscotch once more claimed the baker's mouth. He staked his claim thoroughly and unquestionably, for several minutes, enjoying the warmth of their bare chests touching. His wings, which had been half-flared with arousal now extended fully, his feathers ruffled and slightly flared, instinctively displaying his dominance.

Since Berry was only slightly shorter than his coltfriend, he had to bend his knees slightly to accommodate this particular act of domination. This also required him to make small adjustments frequently, and the resulting grinding only added to the pleasure of the moment. Especially with the shifting it caused in the pressure of their constrained bulges against each other.

Eventually, however, Butterscotch grew ready to continue, so he slowly dragged his lips over the slightly rounded cheek, adding only the barest touch of tongue, to ease the passage. Against his sensitive lips and tongue, he felt the soft smoothness of Berry's fur, but for once there wasn't even a hint of sugar, flour, or any of the other things that could normally be found in the fur around the pink stallion's mouth. Berry had groomed himself extra-thoroughly before coming over.

When he reached the pink ear, Butterscotch ran his tongue around the edge, gently blew a warm breath into it, and followed this with a soft suck of the tip. At the same time, his hand slid from the back of Berry's head, down around the pink neck.

"Now finish undressing me, Bubble." Butterscotch growled erotically, followed by unexpectedly nipping the ear held gently between his teeth and clenching his hand just enough for his partner to feel it.

"Yes, sir!" the pink young man gasped breathily, his eyes snapping wide at both the command and the slight squeeze of his throat. At the same time, his whole body spasmed in a now-familiar way. A very special kind of doozy that never had any ambiguity.

Once it passed, his knees almost gave out, and it was mostly thanks to Butter's grip on his ass, and his own arms around the taller stallions neck that kept him off the floor. He panted more heavily than before as strong fingers moved back to his hair and pulled his face to the yellow shoulder, which he started kissing immediately. A muttered "I love you." slipped out, half-muffled by the curve of the targets neck.

The younger stallion had never experimented with submission before this relationship, and had only gone along with it at first because his empathy had told him it was what Butterscotch needed. But he had since grown to love it for its own sake, and was perfectly okay with letting the caretaker take control any time. Or even every time, honestly. So he had no trouble letting the hand entwined in his hair guide him wherever it wished. He just went along for the ride, kissing, licking, and sucking at will. Letting his mouth worship the pale chest and belly. Declarations of love slipped out occasionally, too.

But once he was guided to the waist of the durable jeans, he took back some control of his body. He started by running his tongue back up to the navel. And as his hands caressed their way to the button, he treated the outie like the world's smallest cockhead. The button was opened and the zipper pulled down as his tongue swirled around the little bump. He sucked on it firmly as his hands worked the denim down over the yellow hips. And when he felt and heard his lover's cock *PAP* against his chest as it was freed from its confinement, Bubble sucked harder, pulling free with a soft *POP*.

Wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, Bubble sat back on his heels, giggling softly at the sight of Butterscotch's cock bouncing up. That delightful, satisfying cock. Long enough to tease the back of his throat, and thick enough to be a perfect mouthful. And to stretch and fill his ass perfectly, too. An almost straight shaft, with a ring thick enough that hitting the prostate almost unavoidable. Smooth skin, buttercream-yellow, like the rest of his body, except for some mottled spots, which were a few shades darker—closer to corn. With veins visible but not bulging.

Unable to resist, Bubble leaned back in to bury his nose in the sack. He breathed deep, taking in the subtle scents of sweat, skin, soap, and Butterscotch, while also tugging the jeans and underwear down to his fetlocks. "I love you so much." he murmured.

"Alright, that's enough of that for now." Butterscotch said, gently taking hold of Bubble's hair and pulling his head back as he worked his hooves free of his clothes. A slight tug upwards had Bubble getting to his feet, and another tug forward had them locking lips once more. A slower, gentler kiss this time, though Butterscotch maintained control of it. As it stretched on, his hands slid down the pleasantly soft body, coming to a stop at the hips.

"I love you, too, Berry. And I think it's about time you joined me." Butterscotch whispered, sliding his fingers under the waistband, pulling it out and letting it snap back, to let his lover know exactly what he meant.

"You betcha, Scotchy!" Berry said brightly, dropping the submissive mindset much faster than he dropped his pants. In fact, he made a quite the production of the latter. Turning his back to his coltfriend, Berry teased the waistband of his tight, stretchy pants down over the curve of his ass, before pulling them back up. He repeated the move twice more, swinging his hips in time with some imagined music, swishing his tail in perfect counterpoint. Finally, he bent forward more than ninety degrees and pulled his pants down one more time. This time, he lowered them far enough to bare his ass completely. Then far enough to let his rock-hard cock free. It swung up and slapped his belly hard enough for Butterscotch to hear it hit.

"He's really turned on." The naked stallion realized. Just before he realized something else. "He's also not wearing any underwear. That may not be good." Bubble Berry always got super horny when he went commando. Except when he chose to go commando because he was already super horny. Even though he was worried that Berry had only agreed to go through with the main event because he was too aroused to give it proper thought, Butterscotch couldn't help enjoying the striptease going on in front of him, his wings straining.

In a display of what would be, for anypony else, almost impossible flexibility, Berry lowered both his upper body and his pants at the same teasing pace. Several seconds later, when his pants were laying on the floor, so were some of the pink curls of his mane. He moved one hoof out of his pants, spreading his legs wide enough that his upside-down face with its normal, wide smile was clearly visible between them. Then his face changed, his eyes half-closing, and his smile becoming seductive. At least somewhat, as being upside-down did hurt the effect a little bit.

"Hi, there." Berry said breathily, with a flirty finger-wave. Butterscotch's wings and cock twitched in desire, as the sight was strangely effective, despite being upside down. At least until it got to be too much for Berry, and he giggle-snorted.

"That's my Bubble Berry. Silly and sexy in equal measure. Sometimes even at the same time." Butterscotch thought fondly, as Berry sprang upright like a jack-in-the-box. He then wobbled in place slightly, proclaiming his headrush.

"Come on, you goof." the caretaker said, grabbing Berry's hips to steady him. And taking advantage of the opportunity to get in a quick cuddle from behind, hotdogging the soft ass for a couple strokes and kissing the pink cheek. Berry spun around too quickly for Butterscotch to react, and the hotdogging turned into frotting for a couple more strokes.

Getting control of himself, Butterscotch resisted the urge to keep going—that wasn't what they were here to do, after all—and stepped back. He kept backing up, but grabbed ahold of Berry's cock, using that to bring him along to the couch, where he sat down. He held onto the thick cock in his hand, though, keeping Berry standing in front of him. Butterscotch took a few seconds to really enjoy the sight of his lover's naked body. He sometimes thought of the pink stallion as 'plush' or 'full-figured,' but he knew that even those terms were overstatements. In truth, Berry had about as much muscle on him as Butterscotch did. But unlike the lean muscle the animal lover carried undisguised, the baker's strength was hidden under a thin layer of fat. Just enough to make him perfectly cuddleable.

"So, are we gonna—ooh!" Berry squealed, interrupting his question, as Butterscotch suddenly jammed his mouth halfway down the pink cock. Then Butterscotch moaned wantonly around the meat in his mouth, making Berry copy him.

As much as Berry loved Butterscotch's cock, the feeling was entirely mutual. It was noticeably longer than Butterscotch's, and a smidgen thicker. The perfectly straight, pink shaft had a smaller medial ring, but a more prominent flare than Butterscotch's. Unlike the pegasus' cock, it was all one color, several shades darker than his fur. (Butterscotch had once thought it was about the same color as Mr. Cheerilee, which had made running into the school teacher at the market very awkward, indeed.)

Butterscotch really liked how the thickness would make his jaw ache after extended fellatio sessions. Though he wasn't sure if that made him a masochist or a size-prince, he was fairly sure he didn't much care, either. But as much as Butterscotch loved sucking the cock in his mouth for as long as possible sometimes, this wasn't going to be one of those times. He wanted to make Berry cum quickly, so the baker could rationally think about the experience he'd claimed to want to try when he arrived.

So he started bobbing his head on the pink shaft as fast and as deep as he could, using little flaps of his wings to help. The head would hit the back of his throat with every push forward, and while he didn't gag, he did make a *glurk* noise every time. One he knew Berry considered something of a guilty pleasure. He was also, to the best of his ability, humming a little tune while working over his boyfriend's cock. Berry's own "Smile, Smile, Smile," which he knew would be appreciated, if it was noticed.

It was.

"Fuck, Scotchy, you're really going all out right now, aren't you?" Berry marveled, in between his own moans. "Finger my ass, too." A look down revealed questioning, blue-green eyes. "It's alright, go ahead. I lubed myself up before coming over here."

"Oh dear. He really did go all out for this." Butterscotch thought, even more worried at this latest revelation. Pre-lubing was another sign that Berry was thinking with the head between his legs more than the one on his shoulders. And that was the last thing Butterscotch wanted in this situation. He definitely had to get the other young man off quickly. So, while he somehow managed to up his oral game another step, he reached between the soft, pink legs, combing his long, slender fingers through the frizzy tail, before shoving two of them inside the slick hole.

It took only a second to find that magical spot in his lover's ass. And only a few seconds more for all the stimulation to make Berry burst. Butterscotch swallowed the first shot straight down, but he managed to catch the rest in his mouth so he could savor the sweet and salty flavor. Once he was sure Berry had emptied himself completely, he slowly removed his mouth and his fingers from his lover's body.

"Whoo, that was great!" Berry said, dropping onto the couch beside Butterscotch, his legs too weak to hold him up for the moment. Turning to look at his friend, Berry's smile changed to a more sultry one, as he said, "Hey, don't forget to share, now, Scotchy. You know that's my favorite part." And before Butterscotch could react to that declaration, Berry had already jammed his tongue between the yellow lips.

They kissed and shared the treat for several more minutes, before Berry started pushing it all back into Butterscotch's mouth. When he had none left for himself, he broke the kiss, laid his head back on the couch, and opened his mouth wide. He even stuck out his tongue and said "Ah," drawing it out as long as he could.

Knowing exactly what his lover wanted, Butterscotch tucked his legs underneath himself, and leaned over Berry. He pursed his lips and let the now much diluted spunk drain onto the young man's tongue. The still-ongoing "Ah" turned into an appreciative moan. And once he had it all, Berry quickly straddled Butterscotch's legs and tilted his coltfriends head back. Then he returned his cum to the one who'd earned it, and held the taller stallion there until he saw Butterscotch swallow it all.

"Snowballs are my favorite part." Berry said, with a giggle.

"Berry, every part is your favorite part." Butterscotch replied indulgently, wrapping his arms and wings around the pink pony.

"Well, yeah, duh. Sex is just so much fun." Berry said, as though reminding his coltfriend the world was round. "Every part of it. And I bet the main event's going to be just as much fun!" Butterscotch blinked, surprised.

"Wait, you still want to try it?" Butterscotch asked, voice slightly incredulous.

"Yeah, of course." Berry answered, sounding slightly confused. "Oh, that's why you were so aggressive with that BJ. You saw how pre-prepared I was, and you were worried I was thinking with the wrong head." he realized. "Don't worry, Scotchy. I didn't get super-horny cause I got ready at home. I got ready at home cause thinking about it made me so horny I just couldn't wait to get here. So, what's the best way to do this?"

"Well, if you're sure..."

"Totally, absoposilutely." Berry confirmed.

"Alright, then. Get up and lean over the arm of the couch." Almost before Butterscotch could finish giving the instructions, Berry had already backflipped off his lap and landed as instructed, his tail flagged.

"So, what's next?"

"Well, now it's time for our friend to join us." Butterscotch said, before raising his voice. "Come on out." he called.

A second later, a dog trotted out of the kitchen. Or at least, something that might once have had a passing familiarity with the concept of "dog." It had maybe walked through a kennel once, but now only remembered bits and pieces of what it had seen. Likely, it had been attacked by the occupants, and been so traumatized that it was left with partially repressed memories.

The body was like that of a dachshund. Small, cylindrical, and long. Though the legs belonged on an entirely different breed. Maybe a greyhound, or a whippet. Whatever they came from, they made the animal much taller than any dachshund had ever dreamed of being. The head was pure rottweiler, with the pointed ears, narrow muzzle, and sharp eyes. The tail looked to have come off a collie, or something similar. And the big, heavy balls hanging below the tail left no doubt as to its gender. The animal's coat was a patchwork of different colors, all whites and browns and greys, with a black head. Every part of the the animal was a different solid color, except for one curious blue streak along the side of the body. The coat could almost pass for mantle, like some terriers, the same way the animal could almost pass for a dog.

As the dog wandered over towards the couch, sniffing the floor as he went, Butterscotch looked at Berry seriously and said, "Last chance to back out now, Berry. It's okay if you just want to watch us again. We don't mind."

"No way! I'm in it to win it!" Berry said brightly, pumping a fist victoriously. Butterscotch just smiled and shook his head. The dog, which had looked up at Berry's cheer, shook his head, too. And he also seemed to roll his yellow eyes. But now that he knew what to expect, he stopped sniffing the floor and came straight up behind Berry. And after a few more seconds of sniffing the young stallions ass, he swiped his tongue over the anus, tasting cherry-flavored lube.

"Ooh!" Berry yelped, surprised. He also jumped a little, prompting the dog to pull back slightly. But only for a second, after which, Berry decided the feeling had been neat, and asked the dog to keep it up, adding a little rump-wiggle for encouragement. So the dog went back to running its tongue up the pink valley before him, catching the dock with the end of each lick.

"I like this. A lot." Berry practically cooed, a few moments later. "That tongue is really great at—oh wow!" he exclaimed suddenly, as the tongue dipped lower, to start working on his ballsack. "Ohh, wooow." This time it came out much more of a moan. "I bet that feels amazing on your dick."

"Oh, it does." Butterscotch agreed. He tried not to blush as he remembered the first time he'd experienced that sensation. A few years ago, he'd just gotten out of the shower and cracked the bathroom door to let the steam out. A Great Dane that had been staying with him had slipped in and gotten his muzzle up underneath Butterscotch's towel almost before he'd even realized the animal was there. And that tongue had got to work before Butterscotch could react.

While the animal caretaker had been freaked out at first, he'd quickly shrugged it off as just canine curiosity and mischief, especially since the dog in question was almost young enough to still be called a puppy. But over time, a certain curiosity had grown from that encounter. One the young stallion had resisted steadfastly, refusing to give into. Because even if his magic did let him talk to animals, he was of the opinion that they didn't have the mental capacity to give proper consent, anymore than a child did. At least, he'd resisted until a certain chaotic friend had come into his life. One who was capable of just about anything, including transformation.

"Speaking of your dick..." Berry said leadingly, staring at the yellow cock just a foot from his face, his desires unmistakable.

"Not just yet." Butterscotch demurred. He wanted to wait a bit longer, to avoid the chance of getting bitten. "But, speaking of feeling amazing, his tongue can feel even better on your ass if you spread your cheeks for him."

Berry's lusty face was tinged with thoughtfulness, as he thought back on the half-dozen or so times he'd watched his coltfriend indulge in this particular fetish, after Butterscotch had finally admitted and explained it to him. Remembering that Scotchy had indeed done as he'd just suggested, Berry reached back and spread his plush cheeks as wide as they'd go.

When the dog's tongue returned to his anus, Berry immediately noticed the difference. Now, that broad, flat tongue could really get at his wanting hole, which was definitely better than the decent but sloppy rimjob he was getting earlier. And half a minute later, it got even better, when the dog somehow started digging his tongue into the relaxing ring of muscle.

"Oh, fuck!" Berry shouted, unable to help himself. The tongue was getting even deeper, and it was possibly the best rimjob he'd ever gotten, even from Butterscotch. He couldn't stop himself just dropping f-bomb after f-bomb. His tail kept twitching, too, trying to flag even further, despite already resting on his back.

"Goodness, you're making a lot of noise. We don't want you disturbing the other animals so maybe we should gag you with something, but what?" Butterscotch teased, waving his dick just inches in front of Berry's face. Seeing his lover's face all screwed up with pleasure was a wonderful sight. One he didn't get to see often enough for his tastes. He was especially happy to realize that seeing that face brought about by someone else didn't inspire any jealousy in him. "Or maybe..." he continued, his voice carrying definite notes of evilness. "We should give you something to really shout about?"

"Yes, please! Fuck me like a bitch!" Berry said. Butterscotch looked over Berry's back, meeting a pair of yellow ones, and he nodded.

At this signal, the dog stopped licking and jumped up on Berry's back. A little shuffling later, and the dog got his paws on the arm of the couch, straddling the pink body. Then, with a little magical help with his aim, the dog thrust his hips forward, the tapered tip of his cock slipping easily into the saliva-slicked hole. He stopped after the first thrust, barely a quarter of his length inside, showing almost unnatural care for his partner.

"I said fuck me like a bitch. Now give it to me!" Berry demanded, after a second or two more.

"It sounds like he wants the whole experience." Butterscotch said, reaching out to rest his hand between the pointed ears. "So get to it, boy." he added, planting a kiss on the black nose. The unexpected swipe of a tongue over his hard cock made him gasp and squirm, which ground his shaft against Berry's face.

The dog resettled all four paws, making sure he was properly braced for what he was about to do. Satisfied, he rammed the rest of his red cock home, making Berry gasp explosively. Then he started fucking his bitch of the moment for real, jackhammering his hips at top speed.

Even though it was just barely shorter and thinner than his own, it was still the largest cock Berry had taken by a decent margin, and feeling it pistoning in and out of his ass had his renewed hard-on starting to leak. It also made him moan in pleasure, though the slapping of furry hips against his own turned it into staccato groaning. The pleasure was enough to make him zone out for an unknown length of time.

Until his lover's cock tapped on his cheek. Then Berry's attention refocused, and he slipped the hot cock into his hotter mouth. He tried to bob his head, but the hard pounding from behind made it impossible to keep the rhythm. The best he could do was work his tongue over the hard shaft to the best of his ability. And while that was nothing to scoff at, it didn't feel like enough, to him. Not for the stallion he loved, and who loved him. Not for the stallion who'd introduced him to multiple sexual pleasures he'd never realized could exist.

Fortunately for Berry, Butterscotch knew exactly what the slightly younger stallion was thinking. So he took a firm grip of the pink curls, and started pushing in and out of that hungry mouth. He set a steady pace, about half as fast as the dog was managing. Slower than he'd normally go with Berry, admittedly, but it allowed him to fully delight in Berry's lingual dexterity. And in the muffled, ecstatic noises that were coming from the filled mouth.

For three or four minutes, the sounds of sex filled the room. The panting man and dog, the sloppy grunting of the male bitch between them, and the slap of mismatched hips, which drowned out the sound of equally-mismatched genitals wetly interacting in a way nature never intended—not that the whims of nature had much say in this world. And the occasional, uncontrolled flap of wings.

Then, the feeling of something new—something bigger—hitting his already pleasantly-stretched ring added a confused tone to Berry's next couple grunts. Until he realized his bestial partner was getting ready to knot him. While he'd known this would happen, and had even looked forward to it earlier, he'd also underestimated the sheer size the thing would attain. And now that the moment was upon him, he was a bit nervous, which came through in his voice.

Butterscotch noticed immediately, and pulled out, despite his building orgasm. "Are you okay, Berry?" he asked.

"I'm okay, Scotchy." Berry panted. "Just a little nervouscited. Don't stop him. I—FUCK!" Berry suddenly shouted, almost loud enough to be heard in town, as with a mighty thrust, the growing knot was forced through his not-quite-stretched enough ring. "I'm okay! I'm still okay." Berry rushed to confirm, before his worry-prone coltfriend could ask. "He's just bigger than I expected."

"And he's still growing!" Berry marveled to himself, as the swelling thing inside him passed baseball size. Fortunately, it stopped soon after, before it could cause any damage, much less permanent harm. Before he could get used to the size of the natural buttplug—which felt much larger than any pony-made one he'd ever seen, much less used—the dog resumed thrusting, and Berry started mindlessly babbling profanities as his prostate was milked more roughly than it ever had been before. He was so lost in the sensations he didn't notice the drool off the dog's panting tongue landing in his hair.

A second or two later, Butterscotch cut off the swearing by shoving his cock back in Berry's mouth. He was much rougher, this time, fucking Berry's mouth hard. Making up for the lack of tongue-work by thrusting as deep as he could every time, again using his straining wings to strengthen his thrusts, holding Berry's head steady with one hand in his hair.

His other hand was on the dog's head, wrapped around one ear, holding it in place as he leaned in to kiss the animal. Butterscotch loved the feeling of that broad tongue being used on any part of his body, including inside his mouth. He groaned loudly as he frantically flicked his own tongue at the invader. Matching it move for move, and growl for playful growl. The sheer depravity of the moment—face-fucking his coltfriend, while making out with a dog who was also fucking said coltfriends ass—was making his arousal skyrocket, and he knew it wouldn't be long at all before he came.

The dog beat him to it, though, cumming only seconds later. And the feeling of hot cum filling his ass, along with the short, rapid thrusts that hadn't stopped, shoved Berry full-force over the edge of orgasm. As his brutalized prostate gave in, shooting his second load of the hour on the floor and the side of the couch, Berry squealed loudly around the dick plowing his mouth.

That, in turn, set off Butterscotch. Who had just enough presence of mind to shorten his thrusts, so that none of his cum went down Berry's throat before he could taste it. Even as he emptied his balls into one partner, he kept kissing the other, riding the wave of naughtiness all the way to the end. Not stopping until he felt his half-soft cock slip out of Berry's mouth, at which point, he half-collapsed against the back of the couch. The orgasm had been stronger than he'd realized in the moment, and had left him drained.

Then he saw Berry's face, with his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, and a question in his big blue eyes. And while he was tempted to give in, he couldn't work up the energy. He did come up with another idea, that should work just as well.

"Sorry, Berry. That was amazing, but it just took too much out of me. But," Butterscotch continued teasingly, "how about you two share, instead?"

Berry and the dog both blinked once or twice at the suggestion, before they both craned their necks in ways that probably shouldn't have been physically possible. And was, in fact, slightly painful for Butterscotch to look at. They looked at each other for a second, then Berry's hand came up to grab the dog's head the same way Butterscotch had earlier, and spit-flecked lips tenderly pecked the black nose. The tentative kiss was returned with an enthusiastic swipe of the tongue, and then Berry was kissing the animal as passionately as Butterscotch had been moments earlier.

A few seconds later, Butterscotch was surprised to realize that he was getting turned on again at the sight, even though his body was still too tired to get physically aroused. He'd never have imagined how exciting it could be to see that big pink tongue swiping over the Berry's pink cheeks, and dipping into the wide open mouth. Or to see Berry's smaller tongue flailing against the larger one, or his lips closing to suck the cum back off it.

It was so arousing that several seconds later, he found himself leaning in to lick Berry's cheek. The taste of saliva, seasoned with his own salty, slightly bitter seed, had him joining in fully with the other two, turning it into a three-way free-for-all of tongues, lips, and teeth.

Eventually, the taste of cum faded entirely, even from all three muzzles, but the trio didn't even slow down. The licking, kissing, playful growling, and gentle biting continued for a while longer, before things wound down naturally. Finally, after uncounted minutes, the three disengaged, settling into a strange, yet strangely comfortable embrace. With Butterscotch and Berry hugging each other, cheek-to-cheek, the dog laying flat on Berry's back, hanging his head over Butterscotch's unoccupied shoulder, and the yellow wings wrapping around both of the others.

"So, what now, Scotchy?" Berry asked.

"Well, now you need to wait for his knot to go down. It shouldn't take more than five minutes." the animal expert said, looking at the dog out of the corner of his eye. That was met with a soft growl and a head movement that was almost certainly a nod. "Unless you want it to take longer."

"Nah, that's good. It's really nice, having him lay on top of me like this, but my tail's starting to cramp." Berry said, earning a small sneeze from the dog. "Plus, even though his dick feels great, now that I've gotten used to it, I probably shouldn't keep the world's biggest buttplug in too long." He ignored the second sneeze-of-a-scoff as thoroughly as the first. "Also, my legs are starting to get tired, and it's not easy to breathe when you've got your whole weight on your chest like this."

As promised, five minutes later—almost to the second—the dog got his front paws under him, then displayed a typical canine acrobatic skill, turning around so that he was ass-to-ass with his bitch. A second or two more, and his knot had shrunk to the size of golf ball, allowing him to pull himself free. By good fortune—magically so, some might say—the pointed tip of the cock managed to rub right over the prostate one last time on the way out. That, combined with the stretching of his anal ring, caused Berry's legs to give out at last, and his knees hit the floor with a pair of thuds.

That might have been what sent the shudder up his spine, but Berry didn't think so. It was more likely the loud squelch the dog dick made during its exit. And/or the massive amounts of thin, almost watery cum that followed it out, to run over his sack, and down his legs and dangling cock. Not that Berry much cared about the cause. He was more focused on just enjoying the feelings.

"You alright?" Butterscotch asked, wanting to make sure the shudder meant what he thought.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired."

"In that case, I'll get you cleaned up and then put you to bed in a minute, my love." he whispered into the pink ear, before turning his head to meet the dogs yellow and red eyes. "Thanks for playing along, Eris."

A flash of light enveloped the dog, and when it faded, Eris's much more familiar, serpentine form stood in its place.

"Not at all, Butters." she said, waving her paw dismissively. "You know I like a good roleplay as much as the next draconequus. And I love spending time with you—you two are my favorites, after all."

"Are we still on for tea, Sunday afternoon?"

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world." Eris confirmed, before vanishing with a snap and a flash.

"I just hope I won't have to." Butterscotch said, rapping his knuckles on an exposed, decorative piece of the couch's arm.

"Same here." Berry added, copying the gesture.

Butterscotch took a deep breath to try and kickstart his second wind. "Alright, you." he said, pushing himself to his feet. "Let's get you upstairs." He didn't have too much trouble getting Berry to his feet, and the pair started for the stairs.

"I love you so much, Scotchy." the shorter man said, pulling his coltfriend down for a kiss.

"I love you, too, Berry."

Author's Note

I had this idea occur to me a day or two before New Years. It was just one of many that I didn't expect to do anything with. Then, just days later, my feed announced that Dirty Little Secret was putting on a contest for clop writers. Especially first-timers. So I hemmed and hawed for a few minutes, then I decided, what the hell?

This final product has changed a fair bit from original idea. The first real change was that the original concept involved an ordinary dog, breed undecided. But when I wrote Dirty Little Secret, asking if that would violate the No-OC rule, he said it would. He did however, approve of my spur-of-the-moment idea of making the dog Eris in disguise, so I went with that. This was very much for the best. It gave me a lot more wiggle room regarding personality and behavior. So thanks for that, Dirty Little Secret.

The second change was that as originally written, the two were human, but the moderators refused it, because it was too much like original fiction. So I reworked it to be Anthro. Since I couldn't find a decent pic of just those two as anthros, or draw a decent one to save my life, I stuck with the first pic I found on Derpibooru, before the rewrite.

Honestly, I pretty much wrote this just to see if I could. If I could write a clopfic. If I could write something on a deadline. (Even one as distant as this.) If I could manage to write the story I had in mind without it inflating to over ten-thousand words, because I have never had any real concept of how many words/pages/days anything I write will ever take.

That said, since this was pretty much entirely a personal challenge, my interest in receiving any prize money is the same as my expectations of doing so. Which is to say: None at all. (Especially considering that this involves a particularly...let's be nice, and call it a niche fetish.) If, by some miracle, I do manage to win in any categories, the additional bragging rights (On top of those I'm claiming for actually managing to enter at all) will be reward enough.

Hopefully those of you reading this enjoyed it.