Speckle Shine covered her ears as yet another bottle of champagne was popped open, narrowly missing the cork as it flew over her head to thump against the carpeted floor below. A sharp glare was fired at her husband-who gave her a sheepish “Sorry” before putting the rim of the bottle to his lips and chugging at the liquid inside it like it was the last thing he would ever drink.
The light blue unicorn rolled her eyes, absentmindedly staring at the festive string of lights on the wall across from her. A new year had finally come around, and the couple were celebrating with a group of friends they hadn’t seen in a while by having a house party. Now-at one’o clock in the morning- a majority of the guests had already left, save for them and the party’s hosts-Collin and Sirena. And, with so many drinks left over, it wouldn’t hurt to let loose and enjoy themselves, would it?
The mare shook her head as the red earth pony behind her practically shuffled over to where she sat on a couch, slumping himself over its arm while he babbled about something or other, half full champagne bottle still in his grasp. “Ember, honestly. What bottle is this, number three? I’m surprised you’re not face first over the toilet right now. Don’t you think it’s time for a break?”
“ ‘Sthats ok, I can take,” the orange and yellow maned stallion slurred, nearly buzzed out of his mind. His red eyes stared up into her blue ones as an attempt at a smile twitched at his lips. “Yous’ pretty…”
Speckle gave him a look before sighing and ruffling his locks fondly. Even if he was drunk-no, borderline wasted- he still could be sweet and sentimental. “I try,” she murmured as her gaze shifted when a pair of figures entered the room. Her muzzle scrunched curiously at the sight of them, tilting her head. “What took you so long? Last time I checked, taking out the trash usually doesn’t take ten minutes.”
Sirena-a lilac furred, black maned and magenta eyed pegasus- jerked a thumb towards her own significant other with a snort. “We would have been back already if Mister Clumsy over here didn’t stop dropping the bags!”
Collin, the other pegasus- taller with a dark blue coat- pulled the beanie on his head off to plop it onto Ember’s, earning a garbled groan from him. “They were heavy! Turns out a bunch of cans and bottles can add up in weight, you know.”
The unicorn lifted a hand to cut them off, pointing at the sprawled out stallion on the couch. “That’s nice guys, but do you mind moving him? With how he’s positioned I’m worried there might end up being a new spot on the couch-and on me.”
With a shrug, the pair of pegasi went to work with readjusting Ember’s position, but not without a bit of a mishap. His body suddenly twitched without warning, causing some of the champagne still in the bottle to slosh out and splatter directly onto Speckle’s dress. A gasp would have been the normal sound to make in this situation, but thanks to the sensation of cold seeping through the fabric to sting at one of her nipples and alcohol already churning in her own system, something very different came out: a soft, breathy moan.
The air went still as the mare felt her face flush, ears slicking back in embarrassment while she hid her face in her hands. Damnit. So much for a good start to the year… “S-sorry,” she stammered, wincing at the sound of her voice cracking. Her ears perked as new sounds drifted into them, peeking out through the cracks of her fingers to find Collin lifting the other stallion up to his hooves, leading him off to another part of the house. Sirena stayed behind, walking over to merely poke her friend’s horn until she looked up, giving her a smirk.
“Hey. Don’t worry about it. It’s just us, remember? Nothing to be ashamed of. Although-” she paused to brush her thumb over the wet spot of the unicorn’s dress, grinning in approval at her shiver when it grazed the still hard nipple- “I think we have something new to play with. If you want, we can give it a go. The night’s still young~”
Speckle’s eyes wavered as she weighed her options, the pegasus’ playful glint in her gaze not making the decision any easier. Finally she sighed and raised her hands in defeat. “Ah, what the hell. I’m down. Now get me out of this dress before I start going at it right here on the couch.”
The mare’s fur bristled as she readjusted her weight on her knees, which in turn tugged at the ropes that wrapped around her nude frame. With a blindfold over her eyes, collar around her neck and noise cancelling earmuffs over her ears, Speckle’s body was ready and alert for anything that bothered to come close to her. Well, ready to react at least.
Her arms were tied behind her back, leaving only her legs and head being able to move freely. How long had she been sitting here? An hour? Two? Had her friends and spouse ditched her? With all the questions flowing through her mind, it was starting to become easy to regret making the call on having the night her assigned night, as the group of four figured it best to pass the baton around whenever they got together so each member could get the attention they craved. And right now, she sure was craving it, trying desperately to not thrust her hips to move the cord of rope going straight across her already puffy slit, the slightly rough texture of it driving her mad. Every nerve lit up like a light when she heard the muffled sound of a door closing, tail starting to thump against the carpeted floor in excitement. Someone was coming.
A hand suddenly caressed her cheek, causing her to flinch before leaning into the touch. The light brushes down the sides of her neck and over her shoulders made her breath hitch, surprised at how sensitive her sense of touch became when she couldn’t see it coming. When a finger trailed over her lips, she playfully licked it, earning a grab to her chin and a rough kiss that nearly knocked her off balance. Whoever it was, they sure weren’t holding any punches, running their hands all down her sides and squeezing her hips before pulling away, leaving her gasping for air-and even more turned on.
There was a brief moment of shuffling around before another pair of hands were on her: this one going straight for her breasts. Speckle purred at the slow, tender rubs over the soft and supple skin, back arching when the ropes over her nipples were plucked like guitar strings, sending a shockwave of sensations rippling through her at the contact.
The eager fingers continued to squeeze, grope and knead the mounds of flesh like dough until the mare broke out into a pant, directing their attention to the warm, taunt fur of her waist. She shuddered when they splayed out across it, rubbing in small circles until they reached her hips, pressing into them gently before pulling away. Impatience was starting to set in after a few moments of not feeling anything, until something hard pressed against the base of her neck, heart racing the second she realized what it was-a few seconds too late.
Liquid- cold, bubbly liquid- flowed down her chest, trickling over her breasts like waterfalls and pooling in the creases of her thighs where they met her calves. The feeling of tiny bubbles popping against her skin before following the current was divine, the temperature shocking her nerves and causing her horn to buzz a few times. Each pour was met with a similar reaction, the unicorn feeling certain that it wasn’t just the champagne that was now dripping from in between her legs. The added sensation of weight from the ropes absorbing the liquid was enough to make her squirm, biting down on her lip hard while trying to hold back the cry of delight that threatened to slip out. Not that it was going to stay down for long, as the others had another trick up their sleeve apparently.
Then came the tongues. A sharp contrast to the cool wetness still clinging to her fur, the heat and warmth from them licked and lapped and suckled all over- the mare’s legs, belly, face- slowly inching down to her nethers to gnaw and pull at the rope still nestled in her folds. At this she caved, gasping and whimpering as her more than stimulated clitoris throbbed wildly, adding fuel to the raging fire that blazed within her body. More, her primal instincts screamed, more, now.
With words being thrown out the window at this point, Speckle’s head whipped from side to side, tail thudding against her hooves at a feverish pace until arms wrapped around her, keeping her still. Kisses and scratches behind her covered ears managed to calm her enough to get the bindings that held her arms in place removed, giving her time to stretch them out before someone lifted her up and sat her in their lap- penetrating her rear at the same time.
Though the sudden intrusion was unexpected, it wasn’t unwelcome, coos drifting out of the mare as she was lowered onto the stiff prick underneath her, mouth falling open in a moan when a bump came to her other slicker, wetter entrance, giving no warning before another cock crammed itself in, going all the way to the hilt. The sheer force from it was nearly enough to make her release right there, but something pushed her to hold on, just a little longer. Back and forth she rocked when both dicks began to move, one pistoning in while the other pulled back- making her feel like she was riding the strangest rocking horse of her life, not that that was an issue. Closer and closer she crept to the edge, but still wasn’t able to be pushed over. A certain purple pegasus had a plan to fix that…
Speckle’s fur dripped with sweat when something else pressed against her- this time discovering it was another body, a pair of equally warm breasts squishing against hers as fingers trailed down the middle of her back, triggering her to start quivering atop the cocks still working away inside her. She couldn't help but to do the same, grip digging into Sirena's wings out of instinct while their nipples rubbed and grinded against each other. Their breathing came out in puffs as the rocking picked up in speed, dribbles of the slew of fluids slipping down her legs, moaning into her friend's shoulder. One of the pegasus' thumbs pushed into her clit, and she broke.
With a shaky whine, gush after gush of heat sprayed out of the unicorn's cunt, leaving her breathless as she slumped against the other mare's body, unable to move for a few seconds due to her muscles spasming. She nuzzled at the hands that came to cup her face, sighing once the items that blocked her hearing and vision were taken off at last, sounds of heavy breathing rushing into her ears.
Her eyes fluttered open to find Sirena leaning against Ember as he pulled out, both of them with flushed cheeks and tongues lolling out of their mouths. His shaft twitched a few times before retreating back into its sheath, his hand reaching down to fiddle with pegasus' own lower lips until she came into it, falling asleep shortly afterwards. Leaning forward, he gave his wife a quick kiss before carefully rising to his hooves with the purple mare in his arms to carry her out of the room, most likely to get her cleaned up and off to bed. Which left just one more member-in both senses of the word.
Collin's fur was warm against Speckle's back as he wrapped his wings and arms around her frame and simply held her-not moving save for the occasional throbbing in her back tunnel, which clenched onto him as hard as it could. The unicorn eagerly welcomed and relished in the moment, taking her time to breathe and just...be. It quickly turned into another burst of passion, as his grip got tighter while his hips thrusted up into her, chin resting on her shoulder as wet slaps resonated throughout the room. As fast as it started, it was over, the stallion exhaling sharply as he shuddered- signaling his release. He eased her off of him to turn her around and let her rest against his chest while he held her once more, tenderly stroking her mane. "You doing ok?" He questioned softly once he caught his breath, kissing the side of her neck.
She nodded slowly, eyelids drooping as a wave of tiredness washed over her. "Mhm...more than ok. I haven't felt so many...sensations at once in a while. What spurred you two to go in both holes together?"
The blue pegasus chuckled at the question. "Blame your booty. It was originally supposed to be Ember going for it while I just squeezed at your flank, but one thing led to another and...you know the rest."
"Well...I'm glad you went through with it. Maybe we should turn the tables when it's Sirena's turn… if she even picks those kinks."
"Hmm...are you ready for a shower now? I think the others are done."
Speckle peered up him, quickly glancing down at their bodies. "Will you join me? I don't know if I'm ready for walking just yet…"
Collin snorted, but nuzzled the tip of her muzzle before wrapping her legs around his waist and standing up, readjusting her so she was comfortable. "Sure, Mrs. Needy. Do you want me to tuck you into bed, too?"
"That sounds nice, actually. Can you?"
"Fine…"
A slightly disappointed huff slipped through the unicorn's lips as she placed a glass of orange juice beside Ember who held his head in his hands-suffering from a major hangover. He groaned his thanks before pushing the glass with the crook of his arm so he could sip at the liquid inside it without having to move too much. She rolled her eyes. "I'm going to have to stop bringing you to parties from now on…"
"But the hangover's the best part," he joked sarcastically, trying to fight another wave as nausea as it felt like the room was spinning round and round, finally settling to rest his head on the cool surface of the countertop of the kitchen island he sat at, humming pitifully.
"Sounds like someone's not getting any pancakes for breakfast," a third voice piped up, Sirena glancing over her shoulder at them from her place at the stove, ladling a scoopful of batter into a hot pan. "I'm surprised, though. With how much energy you had last night, you'd think you'd be eating everything out of the fridge."
The red stallion lifted his head at that, a look of confusion apparent in his face. "Wait...what happened last night?"
Speckle's ears perked in alarm, cutting him a glance. "You-you don't remember?"
"No...what was it? Am I missing something?"
Both mares stared at him for a few seconds, then at each other. The unicorn bit at her bottom lip. "Should we tell him...or?"
Ember was looking worried now. "T-tell me what?"
Sirena shook her head with a sly grin, ruffling her feathers. "I think we have an extra bottle of champagne in the fridge. Maybe a re-do should help jog his memory…"
Author's Note
This would have been better to post on New Year's Day, but life comes at you fast 💨. It turned out to be a bit shorter than I would have liked, but I'm still pretty pleased with the result. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for Reading! If you have any questions or suggestions for future fics, feel free to let me know. Until next time!
