It was supposed to be a simple business trip. Normally it was the kind of thing her sisters would handle, but her parents were insistent she got out there, too, made her face known since she was part of the family business, and so with a sigh Marble Pie set out on her own. Thankfully Equestria was relatively safe, and despite her meek appearance her earth pony strength allowed her to easily drag the cart full of precious rocks behind her when she put her heart into it. The sun blazed in the blue skies.
Her muscles drew taut, dragging it by the ropes, hoping that she wouldn't bust another wheel over the uneven terrain. She paused to wipe sweat from her brow and consult a tattered map. “Huh, this place isn't marked on here.”
She wandered into the quiet little town. Ponies were casually going about their business, and she headed towards the marketplace, looking for an empty spot where she could pay rent and set up shop. Pinkie ran circles around her siblings, her cheery personality able to befriend anypony and sell her goods, while Limestone often intimidated them with her attitude into making purchases, and Maud could dazzle the more discerning with all her technical knowledge. That left her the odd one out.
Sometimes Pinkie told her she was cute, and she should use that to her advantage, but she didn't particularly think so. I'm just average, aren't I? If I really were that cute, Big Macintosh would have noticed me. Not...
And that's when it hit her. She paused between setting up her stall, her bag of bits still warm from where she'd paid for her place, realizing that this was the nameless civilization where Sugar Belle hailed from. Why did I end up here? Was I subconsciously drawn here? Did I want to see what Sugar Belle's like? What's wrong with me?
It wasn't like her to stalk another pony. Besides, they were a happy couple! No, it was mere coincidence that brought her here; a business trip went slightly awry. She'd quiet make her money, get her name and face out, and then leave.
*****
At the same time Cheerilee settled into a pub, her posterior resting on a stool. It wasn't exactly the nicest vacation spot, but she'd decided to tour Equestria over summer break, see the hotspots and this was among them after the incident with Starlight Glimmer. It was rather quiet at the moment, with few patrons, and she absentmindedly nursed her cup of coffee with dainty sips.
To be honest it was a pretty dull place. Quaint, and she liked the ponies here, but she could easily see the same sorts of things at Ponyville; she hoped for a little excitement, nothing too dangerous, just a bit of thrill to take her mind off more mundane matters and provided some memories she could take home. But it appeared everypony was perfectly content and prosperous here.
What's the matter with me? Here I am, wishing something bad would happen just because I'm bored! Be careful what you wish for, right? She smiled to herself and hummed, finishing her drink and letting the warmth settle into her belly. She placed a few bits on the counter and made her way out, strutting towards the marketplace with her saddlebags swinging at her sides.
Shouldn't have come here alone, but at least I can pick up a souvenir! Speaking of which...this is Sugar Belle's hometown, isn't it? I'd like to claim it's a coincidence, but sometimes, I wonder.... She touched her heart with a frown.
Rather than lament her poor fortune in love further, she started to peruse the stalls, her eyes drawn to all the shiny stuff on display that glittered under the sunlight. She paused when she saw a vaguely familiar earth pony, her face half-hidden under her mane, who was busy at one while a male earth pony was apparently trying to chat her up with little success.
“Excuse me. I'm Cheerilee,” she called coming between them to her rescue. “And you are...?”
“M-Marble Pie,” she said finding her voice. “Pinkie Pie's sister. And you must be Cheerilee. Nice to meet you.” She offered a forehoof which Cheerilee accepted and shook. “And, well, he said his name was-”
*****
“Feather Bangs,” he announced with a playful pose. “At your service, lovely ladies! Say, would you like to hear a song? I'm feeling inspired, looking at you two!” He pulled a guitar from seemingly nowhere and started to strum.
“Uh, no thank you. You'll scare away the customers,” said Marble politely.
“That's a shame. You don't know what you're missing out on. Say, are you two single?” He winked.
“W-well...yes,” admitted Marble who stared down at her selection of rocks placed on the table. “There was a stallion I liked...but he hitched up with another mare before I could confess how I felt. It's my fault for not acting sooner.”
“Same,” said Cheerilee whose eyes widened. “Say, his name wouldn't happen to be...?”
“Big Mac,” finished Feather. “He steals all the cuties! Well, okay, just the one I had my heart set on, Sugar Belle! But still, it's not fair, you know? So, he broke you two's hearts too, huh? Guess that puts us all in the same boat!”
“I suppose,” said Cheerilee. “Hmm, I'll take this one!” She selected a stone carved into a heart-shape.
Feather laid his forehoof atop hers. “It's lovely. Just like you.” He wiggled his eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes but tittered anyhow. Nor could Marble look away, disappointed that her favorite piece had immediately been selected; she'd almost hoped it wouldn't sell and she could keep it for herself. For a moment none of them said anything nor moved, trapped in the moment, focused on what ifs and how their romantic lives were headed nowhere in particular.
“I...I don't want to be alone forever,” confessed Marble.
“Me either,” said Cheerilee. “Say, I have a room at an inn. You two want to join me?”
“I'd love too,” said Feather who traced the length of his guitar with a grin.
“Y-you mean to-?” Marble didn't want to make too many assumptions, but she knew the kinds of things ponies would get up to in such spaces. Most likely a night of casual sex that they'd never speak of in polite company. Somehow she doubted these two were virgins, unlike her who'd never had her card punched despite how much she often wished otherwise. Even grumpy Limestone had gotten laid she was pretty sure! “I'm not sure I...fuck it, I'm in!” She stomped a hoof decisively.
“Good! Here's the address.” Cheerilee scribbled it down. “Meet you two when the sun goes down, okay?”
*****
Marble wasn't sure what had possessed her to agree. She was simply tired of being a coward, wanted to assert herself, and had locked herself into something bold before she could back out without looking like even more of a chickenshit. Besides, it wasn't like she didn't want to get laid pretty badly, and they were both pretty attractive in their own ways. Plus they might never see each other much after this night of debauchery, so what did it really hurt? Contraceptive potions were easy to come by...
Her heart relentlessly hammered when she approached the humble inn. She continued to hide behind her mane, the few ponies she passed giving her out looks while she kept her head down and blushed up a storm, shaking all the way up the stairs. Her ears twitched at the clop her hooves made, her mind already on autopilot with all kinds of absurd, kinky fantasies.
I'm such a weirdo! I hope they don't laugh at me! It's only sex!
She was huffing by now, barely able to raise a hoof to the door, which creaked open on its own. Feather Bangs was already seated on the bed, tuning his guitar, while Cheerilee smiled and stepped aside. “Come on in, don't be shy! It's roomy inside!”
“Thank you.” Marble closed and locked the door behind her. “S-so...how should we-?”
“No need to rush. We have all night,” reminded Cheerilee who wrapped a foreleg around her. She pleasantly froze up, admiring her softness, her warmth, a pained smile crossing her maw. She'd rarely ever touched another mare, and certainly not in any sort of intimate manner, let-alone a stallion; her heart skipped even harder every time she saw him leer at her!
“Some herbal tea,” said Cheerilee who handed her a cup. “To help us relax. You need it badly.”
“Yes, of course.” She sipped at it and took a seat beside the teacher.
While the pair slowly finished their cups, Feather Bangs studied them, a glint in his eye. He'd already drank his and sat back against some propped up pillows, slowly spreading his backlegs open to expose his sheath. She couldn't help but stare; sure, it was difficult for ponies to hide their equipment all the time, but she'd never had one present himself to her in such a lewd manner. Without thinking she reached out and touched the pocket, making his member start to harden and peek out.
She moved in without thinking, kissed the tip of his flare, which twitched and beaded with salty precum. Her tongue slowly traced over it, and he shuddered, his flesh squirming under her cautious ministrations.
Cheerilee moved in beside her, pulling on his ballsack with her lips. His member quickly hardened, bouncing and bopping them across their faces, leaving little drops of pre that dribbled over their now lusty expressions. They started to work in tandem, tracing up-and-down his veiny stallionhood with slow, deliberate laps from base to top in a shared rhythm.
“Oh yeah...you two girls are good,” he wheezed resting his forehooves atop their heads to guide them.
While it was her fist time it seemed to come pretty naturally to Marble, who had certainly heard the tales from Pinkie about her sexual exploits despite how she tried to shut them out. Of course she lacked the skill of Cheerilee, who attacked him with slow, sensuous strokes, in contrast to her overly-eager, sheer lust-driven assaults on his cock which he hardly appeared to mind.
“F-fuck,” he warned. “I'm about to-”
Rather than withdraw they simply licked and sucked faster, fondling his balls, staring up at him with half-lidded eyes and blush-soaked faces. Grunting, he gritted his teeth and pulsed, the first cascade splattering their faces. Marble winced and barely closed her eye in time, more white explosions shooting all over their snouts, which they opened and stuck out their tongues to accept his seed. She scrunched up reflexively, unused to the strange taste and texture, while he continued to coat them.
By now the mares were soaking wet, their puffy wet pink marehoods winking, their puckered anuses clenching and flexing. To them it was simply foreplay, so she hoped he wasn't a one-shot stud. She blinked in surprise when Cheerilee suddenly pressed her lips to her, mouths still overfilled with milky spunk, but she settled into the kiss, their soft muscles wrestling and savoring the taste and texture of his release. They slowly passed it between them, while he wheezed and started to jerk himself off again.
Finally the duo withdrew, a ribbon of saliva mixed with spunk still connecting their mouths. They swallowed down his load with a gulp and let it settle into their stomachs. “Are you ready for the real thing Marble?”
“Y-yes,” she replied and followed the teacher's lead when she slowly pivoted so their backsides faced them.
Their docks raised their tails, which swished to-and-fro, their backlegs parted to fully expose themselves. Over their shoulders they watched his twisted expression, unable to turn away from the puckered rings of their rectums, the gape of soaked pussies which continually winked and dripped down the insides of their thighs, shamelessly revealing how much they needed to be bred.
His hooves laid upon a cheek of their bottoms, squishy and warm, and he slowly started to trace circles. They shared a low moan and leaned into a sloppy, noisy kiss. Soon their tongues were wrestling, teeth nibbling on lower lips, their tails moving faster. Both lowered their heads while still making out, sticking their asses higher in the air in blatant submission.
Please, pick me! I'm sure Cheerilee's been rutted plenty of times before! I don't want to die a virgin!
Marble reminded herself she was being melodramatic. But by now she was overwhelmed by sheer lust and needed release! Sure, it wouldn't be hard to reach a hoof to her twat, but that would hardly satisfy her cravings at this point!
That's when she felt his flare tease at her puffy pussy lips. She froze up, heart missing a beat,still winking and leaking onto his tip. Gradually it dug inside, spreading her warm walls open, conforming them to his shape. Cheerilee withdrew her maw, still attached by strings of saliva, while Marble let out a subdued whinny, eyes widening as he claimed her depths balls deep.
He stopped upon hitting her cervix entrance, unable to plunge further, and he groaned. She whined in disappointment when he started to withdraw, but that changed to a lewd cry when he suddenly slammed back into her with a buck of his hips.
Yes! I've lost my virginity! I don't have to feel like such a loser anymore!
Cheerilee giggled but didn't say anything as she watched him take her. He landed repeated swats on their buttocks, leaving red hoofprints, and their teats hung low with erect nipples, Marble's swinging while he pounded her. Out of her sisters she was the most endowed, hers more like soft milky udders, loudly slapping each time he impaled her hot wet cunt with his veiny cock.
Loud squelches sounded with each stab into her pink depths. She continued to whine and whimper, drooling from the corner of her lip, heat radiating through her loins while Cheerilee played with her tits. He spat upon their assholes, tracing them with his hooves, pressing into them and feeling them clench around him while he worked them into overdrive.
Marble realized with how hard she was milking his dick she was close. He noticed too, picking up speed, her wide buttocks slapping while he started to relentlessly hammer her so hard the floorboards creaked and shook. He bit the nape of her neck, further making the mare he claimed submit to him. Her face twisted into a lust-crazed grimace, and her mouth opened wide into a drawn out scream, his balls still slapping into her when she painted them and his cock in spurts of her glistening juices.
Grunts escaped him when he slammed in one last time and fully sheathed himself. His throbbing dick erupted into her amidst her continuous squirting, milking out the virile cum he fired directly into her fertile womb as her cervix opened wide to accept his seed. The white globs coated her slippery walls, sticking and running down them, more mixing with her lubrication and cascading between her thighs. His balls shook, loosing himself to the last drop, and she pleasantly ached to her ovaries.
She popped off him, her gaped vagina oozing out their mixed excretions, and she rolled onto her back, still panting while she stared up at him with glazed eyes and a face twisted in rapture. She softly cooed and rolled about, basking in her afterglow.
He toyed with Cheerilee until he was fully erect again and started to fuck her in a similar manner. Marble studied the teacher's lustful, silly face which failed to keep any composure with each heated moan, and she massaged her own foalhole with a forehoof, stopping on occasion to taste his spunk and herself from the shiny appendage with a smack of her cum-drenched lips.
He removed himself from Cheerilee's twat, now lined with leftover releases from when he'd smashed her pussy, and used that lubrication to penetrate Cheerilee's anus. Not that she appeared to mind if her lusty gasps were any indication. He spanked her with hard swat, and the teacher maneuvered herself with a shift of her hips, until she was able to bury her face between Marble's spread legs. Her nuzzle dove right in, wet once it sank deep into her cunt, fucking it with her snout while she licked her out.
Her tongue scraped Marble's walls, removing the spatters of splooge, the ribbons of twat release that tethered her most intimate region. She was hitting her so deeply it traced over her spongy g-spot. She clenched her lower orifices with another cry, her dam broken anew, flooding her mouth so quickly Cheerilee sputtered and puffed out her cheeks as some escaped her nostrils.
Nor could Feather hold back, laying a hoof on Cheerilee's head and pressing her face into Marble's fuckhole while he painted the insides of his lover's bowels. He pulled free at the end, letting the last shots rain upon her hoof-marked buttocks.
They collapsed into a sweaty, messy pile. Cheerilee swished what pussy juice she hadn't already swallowed several times with her open mouth before she drank it down with a loud gulp. She and Marble then turned to his cock and balls, exchanging more tender, playful kisses with small laughs while they cleaned him. He stroked their scalps and manes, fully satisfied.
“So....” Cheerilee looked at them. “Want to do this again sometime? I still have lots of vacation time left!”
“You don't have to ask,” said Feather Bangs with a wink.
Marble only took a couple seconds to think it over. “I'd love to,” she admitted with a soft blush. What would she tell her sisters? That she'd had a steamy affair with a couple of might-as-well-be strangers? Well, what was the shame in that...?
She huddled into the shower with them and sang a jaunty tune while they cleaned each other up. Soap suds ran down their bodies and pooled into the drain of the tub. Part of her wished this would never end. But she did have to return to the marketplace sometime and make some real sales! Fortunately, both promised to help her in return for this night of fun!
Clutching the heart-shaped stone which Cheerilee pressed to her bosom, she closed her eyes and turned in, cuddled between the pair of them while she settled into the sheets. Her newly discovered confidence would help her face tomorrow head-on!
