Ever Onward

"…ry…"

I groaned and tried to roll over, but a weight at my side kept me from doing more than shift underneath my tightly tucked sheets. "...m ti…r'd… F've mr… Mom…"

It hurt to talk, both in my skull and in my throat, giving even more of a reason to want to stay in bed than just the general ache throughout my body, but the voice was quickly accompanied by a warm, gentle hand. "Mary, dearie… You need ta eat. I brought'cha more stew." It took my sluggish brain several seconds to process what was being said, but it soon resolved that, combined with the memories from the past almost week coming back to me, the deep, womanly voice didn't belong to my mom. I blinked awake, an action I quickly regretted as piercing light stung at my left eye and hissed as I clenched it back shut. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it had when I woke up… whenever it was before Silk had essentially read me a bedtime story, but it was still painful to even try and crack open my eyes. "Oh dear, it looks like your mask shifted in your sleep. Here, dearie, let me fix that for ya."

Daliah's fingers tugged at the cloth around my face, pulling the dark fabric back over my eyes and graciously shutting out the light that was trying to dig its way into my skull through my eyelid. "…ank… yuh…"

Her soft fingers brushed the curls of my hair out of my face and I could hear the smile in her voice as she talked. "Of course, dearie. The princess said you'd still be recovering for at least another day, so for now just sit tight. Are ya feeling any better?"

I groaned, stretching out and letting my sore muscles sing their relief at finally being able to move. Even if I'd been awake for less than a day of being bedridden, apparently three days of being immobile had taken its toll on my body. Everything hurt, my whole body feeling like I'd been put under a meat tenderizer, and my muscles struggled to lift me off my back, but even that small bit of movement was significantly easier than it'd been yesterday, so I nodded with a smile.

"Wonderful!" Just like before, Daliah's hands were gentle as she lifted me up and settled me against her breast, but, unlike last time, my body was distinctly more aware of what it was pressing up against. Her plush flesh felt like heaven against my back, and the thick peak of her nipple on my spine sent shivers running down to my toes. The sensation of her body against mine conflicted heavily with the motherliness she exuded with every action and I felt shame well up in me. She was doing her damnedest to make me feel safe and comfortable and I was imagining her body pressed against mine in a late night rendezvous. "Are ya feeling up ta eating, Mary?"

My stomach gurgled in response to the smell of meat and veggies in gravy, eagerly remembering yesterday's heavenly taste, causing the minotaur to chuckle deeply in my ear. "Oh yah, that's definitely a yes." My face burned, but I still prepared myself for the spoon as soon as I heard the clinking of porcelain, and hummed in appreciation as that first shovelful hit my tongue. The gravy was as soothing as last time, and the fillings melted in my mouth. I barely even had to chew to get it down and, in a matter of minutes, Daliah had the bowl set aside, "Scraped clean." I could hear the joy in her voice and it filled me with warmth. It wasn't much, but it felt good to give back even this little bit.

With the bowl cleaned out, I thought that Daliah would have to leave again, and I worried about what I would do if I was left alone with nothing but my thoughts, but the big woman seemed content to just sit there and gently rock me, humming a tune under her breath. I didn't recognize the melody, not that that surprised me, but it still held that universal sense of familiarity that all lullabies held. I wasn't tired before, but I still couldn't help the little yawn that escaped.

"So, dearie, have Ysa and Lulabelle been treating ya properly?" I flinched at the sudden volume change, but quickly settled back in against the minotaur and really thought about the question. I… I couldn't exactly tell her that they have been amazing to me, mostly because whenever I opened my mouth to talk all I got out were agonizing fragments of words with a small bit of choking on emotion. There was that little blip the other night that made my stomach clench, but every time I thought about it, regret seeped in. Everything inside me was telling me that I should have gone further, but then I think about how everything could end in one awkward moment and change my mind, and circle back to- "Mary?"

I tensed. There was a deep worry in her voice that made my stomach churn. How long had I been circling around and around in my head? "Mary, if ya aren't happy, then ya can tell me. Even if Ysa seems a little pushy, they all care for ya, don't'cha know." I gasped, winced at the sting in my throat, and vehemently shook my head. Once again, my uncertainty had caused a misunderstanding, but I wasn't going to let this one stand.

I took a deep breath and swallowed as much as I could while I shifted to look at where I guessed Daliah's face was. "I'm… okay…" I smiled weakly while gently rubbing my throat. "N-not… happy… really… but okay…"

I coughed and felt warmth speckle across the back of my hand, which the minotaur quickly reacted to. "Oh dear, please don't talk! You're gonna-" Her accent got thicker in her panic as she tried to settle me back down and wipe my hands with some cloth, but I grabbed her fingers in my feeble grip and held up a finger.

I waited for her to calm down, listening for something, and felt her shift next to me. Taking that for an affirmative, I nodded and continued. "I have… friends… now… I'm… better…" It hurt so fucking much to talk, each word feeling like jagged glass in my throat, but her little-for-her gasp made me think I got my point across. I wasn't happy, but… maybe I was getting there? This whole situation was a fucking mess, certainly, and, to me, I'd only been here for a couple days, but… Having people that I could call friends made an awful event bearable.

"Oh, Mary…" The huge woman's arms wrapped around me and crushed the breath out of me against her chest. I could feel her short muzzle brush against the top of my head as I gasped for air before she let me loose again and went about righting my suddenly much messier rat's nest of curly red hair. "Oh goodness, I don't… Dearie, if you…" I glanced up towards her shaky voice and grasped about for her moving hands until she entirely stopped brushing my hair and let me catch them. I couldn't see her face, but I stared at where I thought her eyes would probably be and tried to ask her what was wrong with just a look and a tilt of my head. "Mary, dearie, you talk in your sleep, don't'cha know?"

I flushed and looked back down at my lap, seeing only the blackness of my blindfold, and the tauric woman chuckled at me. "Don't be embarrassed, it's pretty common, dearie." She paused long enough to laugh just a bit more then sighed. "Ya called me 'Mom' when I came in and tried ta wake ya and… It made me think of my daughter. I… lost her recently and I've been dealing with it, see, but it's hard. I was thinking…" Realization dawned on me as I felt her shuffle in front of me and felt warmth splatter against the hand she'd grabbed onto so tightly. "I feel awful. I… I've been using everybody here, especially you recently, ta help me get over the loss, treating ya all like my own little children, but… I don't know what else ta do." She sniffled and the little splatter of wetness on my hand grew in volume as she wept more openly now.

My heart broke for her. I didn't know the pain of losing a daughter, nor could I even think I'd reach a point for that to happen considering my proclivities, but I knew the pain of never being able to see a loved one again. I knew what it felt like to know that you'd never see the one person in your life that meant the world to you, so I did the only thing I was able to in that moment. I dropped her hand, tossing and turning my body to face her properly, and threw my arms around her. It was a bit of an effort with her broad body and my inability to see, but I squeezed her as tightly as my weakened arms could manage and smiled through hot tears when she gasped then quickly swallowed me up in her bosom.

If she had been warm and soft just holding me and supporting me while we sat together and I ate, then her hug was like leaning into and being enveloped by a marshmallow that had been warmed by the sun. Hugging her felt like I was embracing Heaven itself, and that entity known as Heaven was infusing my body with its Holiness. For that brief moment, everything was right and proper, like I was back with my mom, snuggling up to her as a child on the couch and watching some silly cartoon after a rough day at school only for it to all come crashing back down as my own guilt welled up in me.

Less than a week.

It'd been less than a week and I was already trying to find a replacement for my mom. Was I really that desperate for Mom's attention and love? Yes, but… that was no excuse for shoving her still fresh memory to the wayside just for a moment of comfort. I felt sick with myself, and it seemed like Daliah noticed my hesitation as she eased me back and wiped my cheeks with her thick thumb.

I felt like I should have pulled away, separated myself from her and maintained a distance, but my heart and body yearned for the contact, and no matter how much I told myself that Mom wouldn't care, that she'd want me to be happy, my brain screamed at me for my betrayal. I was a disgrace of a daughter, quick to abandon nineteen years of love and care at the first sign of affection.

Tears spilled down my cheeks now, coming in rivulets as I ugly cried into my hands, and I only felt worse when Daliah swallowed her own tears to comfort me. I was such a selfish, attention seeking bitch. "Oh goodness, are ya alright, dearie?" She sniffled softly, an obvious sign that she still hadn't shed all the pain and guilt she'd needed to before I'd forced her to try and fix my mess. "I'm so surry, Mary. I didn't mean ta upset-"

I thrust my hands out, thankfully having the presence of mind to stop that line of thought before she could finish it, then brought my hands back to my chest and mouthed 'myself' as best as I could with quivering lips. Again, I found myself cursing the agony in my throat as I swallowed to try and soften the pain. "M-miss… Mom… Angry…" I pressed my hands tighter to my chest, squeezing them against me so hard that my sternum started to ache, and choked out one last word before I coughed up flecks of hot spittle into my palms. "…Bitch…"

The minotaur gasped and practically ripped my hands away from my chest. "You are not a bitch. Why would'ja even think that?" I choked out a mucousy, wracking sob and shook my head, but the gargantuan woman wiped my face without a second thought while I kept muttering out strangled, gravelly 'sorry's and 'Mom's.

"Marilynne Rose!" Purely instinctually, I snapped to attention at the commanding, motherly voice that, even half-whispered, sent pangs through my skull, and looked, unseeing, up at its source. "Your mother would not be angry at ya for trying ta be happy." Futilely, I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could even grunt out a fiery croak Daliah pulled me between her breasts. "All us moms want is for our children ta be happy and safe. If ya could ask her, your mom would be relieved ta hear that you're trying ta make the best of it, don't'cha know. If… my little girl had just been lost… I'da been overjoyed ta know that she was alive even if she needed ta replace me ta do it." She sniffled again, the wetness in her voice growing thicker. "If she was alive… I'd give up anything for her ta be alive… I'm sure…"

Whatever else she had to say was cut off as she started weeping again, but this time the emotion was fuller, more visceral as she bawled out into the mostly empty room while holding onto me like her life depended on it. I squeezed her tightly, my own emotions and misgivings spilling down my cheeks, and snuggled into her pliant body.

It wasn't until several long, pain-filled minutes had passed, pregnant with the sounds of a girl and woman crying into each other, that Daliah finally pulled away and took several deep breaths, her tears spent. "Surry, Mary, I didn't mean ta-" I hugged her tighter, a monumental task considering my still-weakened body was even more feeble after our moment, and her apology died in her throat. Instead she chuckled softly and rubbed my back. "Ya really are a darling, don't'cha know." She breathed in heavily, the air coming in stuttered chunks, and ran her fingers through my hair. "I know… that I could never replace your mother, and I'd never want ta, but… I know it's selfish, but… could I… Would'ja let me take care of ya? I don't want ta forget about her, but it hurts ta have nothing ta think about but my daughter, and I don't have anything else but you. Uhm… No offense ta ya or everybody else, but they don't really need me ta mother 'em." There was a subtle flash of heat in Daliah's body that would've made me laugh if the mood wasn't so somber.

I didn't want to replace my mom, it felt like I was killing her to even think about it, but I also didn't want Daliah to suffer. I knew deep down that she was right, that Mom would just be happy that I was safe, and it helped to lessen the guilt a little. Just like my budding desire to be with Silk, Ysa, and Lulabelle, I wanted Daliah to treat me like my mother had, to take care of me and comfort me when everything got to be too much. To mother me.

My breath hissed out of me as I buried my face in her sternum, inadvertantly smearing tears and mucous into the valley of flesh, and gave a shaky nod. "…'kay."

There was a little gasp, her deep voice humming in a higher pitch, and she crushed me tight against her body. It was still a little embarrassing to be snuggled up naked against another nude, almost hairless upper body, but it wasn't like my mom and me hadn't seen each other naked before. It would be a little bit harder to disassociate Daliah's voluptuous body with my own preferences, but I didn't think of my own mom's like that… Much.

I sighed, my face burning. This was going to be a goddamn chore, but… it would make Daliah happy and… it was something that I felt like I needed. I needed my mom. She had been the only thing keeping me together back home, but she wasn't here and, if my little episode was any indication, I wasn't holding up all that well without her.

"Oooohhhh~! Is Daliah tryna nab ya too?" I jumped at the sound of Ysa's voice and my face, thankfully still smothered between the woman's huge breasts, flamed brighter as the little dragonling scampered across the room and bed to snuggle up against my back. "Yer gonna hafta share, yannow."

The large tauress laughed, the bassy sound rumbling through her chest and against my face. "Goodness no, dearie. I think I'm far too old for her, don't'cha know. We were just bonding a little, right Mary?"

I pulled away from the minotaur enough so that I could face Ysa and started to nod only for my lips to be captured by the kobold's maw. I tensed, readying myself for her probing tongue to choke me again, only to sigh in surprised delight, and ashamedly a little disappointment, when she pulled away almost as quickly as she'd come, leaving my mouth tasting faintly of something similar to blueberries. "Well, if ya wanna then I won't mind, but ya gotta share, 'kay?"

Immediately, I thought of Daliah in bed with me, her large body hovering over my head, but through her massive mammaries all I could see was my mom, staring down at me with her kind, warm eyes. Shame burned my face at the image, and I started to squeal out the kobold's name, but could barely choke out an "Y-" before wracking coughs seared my throat.

"Mary! No talking!"

"Here, Mary. Drink up." A cool cup was placed against my lips and I breathed in before parting them and letting a flow of chilled water pass through and ease the flames in my throat as it poured into my mouth.

There was a moment for me to catch my breath as the cup was pulled away and I looked up with a slight grin as the familiar warmth of my mom's hug enveloped me from behind. "…Tha…s… M-"I blinked underneath the cloth blindfold, my mind catching up with my memories. "Dah...a…"

I caught myself, wondering if anybody else had heard my slip only to hear the quiet giggles of Ysa from her spot in my lap over the deep, pleased-sounding hum from the minotaur. "Ya called 'er mum! That's so cute!"

I rolled my eyes beneath the cloth, shook my head, huffed, and immediately regretted it as I grasped my throat and felt the cup press back against my lips. I drank the rest of the water while Daliah admonished Ysa for teasing me, albeit only half-heartedly. The glass was pulled away again, set somewhere off to my left, and the gentle arm was replaced around my middle with the kobold quickly snuggling back up to me. "Do ya need anything else, dearie? I'd love ta stay, but I've got other duties, too."

I nodded, understanding, and I did have another issue I needed taken care of, but it wasn't something I was comfortable having her help with. It really wasn't something I wanted Ysa to help me with either, as embarrassing as it was, but… at least Ysa had already had first hand experience down there. So, a little hastily, I shook my head and made a little shoo gesture with a hand that made the tauress chuckle as she extracted herself from me and the bed. "Okay then, Mary, just have Ysa come get me if ya need anything."

"'Kay! Lulu'll be comin' by soon, too, so ya don't hafta worry!" Daliah's heavy hoofsteps sounded against the stone before they were cut off by the closing of my door, after which the kobold immediately piped up. "Ya need a bath, stinky."

My face burned bright and I leaned down to smell under my arm, but I guess I was too used to my own smell, or it'd been so hyper focused before that it was dulled now, because I couldn't really tell if I smelled all that different from before. Still, bath or not, I needed to use the bathroom regardless, as it was getting harder to not squeeze my hands between my thighs and dance the dance of the needy.

"C'mon, Mary!" Her tiny hand took hold of my fingers and started tugging me to my feet before I could even think to protest about my lack of clothing, not that it would have mattered since I didn't think I could get out anything more than a strangled gasp. My feet hit the cold stone and a yelp cracked out of my throat as pins and needles shot up my legs like little fire ants nibbling on my flesh. I almost buckled, but Ysa was right there with me and, surprisingly, her little body supported me enough to keep me on my feet until the painful prickles subsided. "Oh, forgot that ya haven't been outta bed for a few days. Sorry, Mary." I hissed, shaking out my limbs, before flashing her a sweaty smile.

"Are ya ready?" I took a few more moments, making sure that I absolutely had my feet underneath me, then nodded. One hand in Ysa's, the other across my pitiful chest, I squeezed my legs together both to protect what little modesty I still had and to ease the clenching in my bladder and help me not to make another mess of myself. I stepped out the door, ready to take a right and head towards the general direction of Silk's room, but Ysa tugged my hand the other way. I looked in her direction, puzzled but following, only for her to stop just a few steps down the hall and open a door with a click. To say that I was confused was an understatement.

The kobold led me inside, me stumbling blindly and her toes clicking quietly on the stone. "Silk told me ya stumbled into her room lookin' for the bathroom." She giggled and my face burned as I cast a silent prayer out in the hopes that Silk didn't tell her what happened after. "Ya know ya coulda asked us where one was. Most rooms share one." Of course they did, because that made sense. I just happened to walk down the wrong hall in the mansion and found the side with all the fully provided rooms. Really, all I could do was sigh at that and that just made her laugh harder.

It took her a few seconds, but she eventually calmed down enough to guide me further. "Ready, stinky?" I could hear the sound of water flowing, then felt the splash of hot water across my feet as it sloshed into the stone basin, and, with it, a painful clench in my bladder. "Mary? Are ya-? Ohhh… C'mon." She was extra careful to lead me, bowlegged, around the water-filled basin and across the wet floor to what was apparently a second door in the back. It clicked open and swung on mostly quiet hinges, before I was gently tugged inside. "'Kay, walk with your legs wider. Wider. Little more. There! Now, take my hands and follow me."

It was slow going, especially considering I was extremely nervous about slipping into a toilet, but with both of Ysa's hands in mine, I was a little less worried about falling on my ass. She'd already proven that she could, at least, mostly hold my weight. After several awkward, tense steps, she stopped and gently let go before quickly placing her little, clawed fingers on my backside. "Yannow, I'm kinda glad that ya wanted me to do this. I was worried that I messed up too bad the other day…" She paused as my body glowed at the contact, before I felt what seemed to be her face pressing against my left hip from behind. "Ya did want my help and were just too shy to ask, right?" I nodded jerkily. Mostly right, but I definitely preferred her or Silk over Daliah for this. They'd at least been intimately familiar with me enough that it was slightly less embarrassing of an issue with them. It still made my spine crawl with nerves, however.

"I'm glad." Her tone was somber for a split second, and that mix of guilt and fear roiled back up, but it was quickly replaced by focus as she gently started guiding me down into a squat. "'Kay! Just ease down and I'll hold, ya, 'kay? Ya don't gotta worry about a thing." Her fingers were like an angel's on my ass, squeezing just enough to keep a decent hold in case I did slip, and I was only a little ashamed that not all of the moisture was from my business. There were moments where I was sure that she wasn't just supporting me, because I could feel her breath pick up across my back and the slight, almost imperceptible kneading of her fingers into the one area of fat on my body.

"All done?" At that, I was brought back to the situation at hand and my flush reasserted itself at my stilted nod. I heard the click of something above me, likely a similar handle to the one in Silk's bath chamber, and I gasped at the spray of warm water on my undercarriage. A new, deeper tingling grew before, all too soon, the flow stopped, replaced by the cool air, and then Ysa's gentle hand as she wiped me down. "There! Now bath time!" She lifted me back up and firmly ushered me back into the now-steaming bathroom, seemingly oblivious to the fire burning in my freckled cheeks as if she hadn't just watched me use the bathroom and make sure I was clean. Compared to that, the bath was tame. Sure, she still lathered me up and made sure to get every nook and cranny, and probably copped a few extra feels while I was lost in my embarrassment, but it was a significantly different situation. Still, compared to my first trip into Silk's room, this whole event was entirely… uneventful. It was over and done within a matter of minutes and we were back to guiding me naked through the short walk back to my room.

"Oh! Hold on!" Her grip on my hand disappeared and I leaned forward to catch it back, but she had already scampered off, her nails clicking with each step, and left me to stand, blind, somewhere in the room. I couldn't call out her name as she did… whatever she was up to, so I started shuffling over towards the commotion, one half-step at a time, until she eventually noticed. "Mary! Just sit still for a minute, 'kay? I'm changin' your sheets! Wouldn't want ya stinkin' yourself back up in your sweaty bed, would ya?"

My mouth opened in a silent 'Oh' and I stifled a giggle at the thought of the toddler-sized lizard trying to put on a fitting sheet for a bed that was much too large for even Daliah's Amazonian size. Much to my surprise, however, she was done not long after and already tugging me back onto the bed. I tripped over my own feet in my blind hurry, stumbled into the diminutive kobold, and fell on top of her on the plush, fresh-smelling bedclothes. All I could do was squeak out a raspy 'sorry' as I tried to crawl off her, but, while I was crawling onto my hands and knees, her little hands went to my hips and hot breath played across my stomach.

"Hey Mary?" I shuddered, swallowed, and glanced down at her, hoping that the fire in my face wasn't obvious. If her little titter was any tell, though, then it was. "Do ya… Do ya want me to lick ya again?"

I gasped as her nose pressed into my belly button before trailing further up, the fleshy scales almost ticklish against my stomach, and her tongue followed after, leaving a wet line in its wake. "Bu… you jus'… watch… me…"

I trailed off, both in my embarrassment and because of the ache welling back up in my throat, and there was a pregnant moment as she pulled her muzzle away, leaving me to try and guess where her face was before her hands traveled their way up to my cheeks and pulled me into another kiss, this one much more similar to her initial one, but with less throat-fucking. It was brief, but it still left me gasping for breath and hot in body. "Mary, I'mma kobold. We have cloacae, and ponies have buttholes just above their vaginas. We keep ourselves clean, and I know you're clean. If I really cared, then I wouldn't've cleaned ya myself." I opened my mouth to answer, closed it, furrowed my brow, went to reply again, then snapped my mouth shut again. I… really didn't have a response for that. "So what do ya say? I can smell ya thinkin' 'bout it and I like your taste. Want me to take care of ya?"

God, it felt weird hearing such thick innuendo coming from such a cutesy, squeaky voice, but the shudder that ran down my spine and into a growing tingle in my groin spoke volumes to its effect. There would likely be that one blip on my mind for a while to come, but I couldn't deny how much I wanted this. I'd dreamed for months before this about it being Cathy laying me down and taking that first, real dive between my legs, exploring areas that only my own fingers and toys had ever gone, but now it was hard not to think about it being Ysa, Silk, or Lulabelle spreading me open rocking my world. She was eager, I wanted it, but I was still nervous, and-

"Mary? Do ya-" I vigorously nodded, mostly trying to shake out my trepidation, and her reaction was immediate. She squealed, her little hands coming together in a soft plat, before starting to roam more freely across my body. "Thank Harmony! Ya have no idea how hard it is not ta jump ya all the time, yannow? Ya smell…" Her muzzle pressed against my neck, and I groaned when she kissed it, the feeling so much stronger than I thought it should be. "So good…" She nipped at my collarbone, making me tense and almost fall on top of her. "Like you're…" Her long, prehensile muscle slid across my tit and curled around the stiffening peak of my nipple. I writhed, gasping as shots of electricity prickled through my skin, and finally lost strength in my already weak arms. It took all of what little effort I could muster not to roll off to my side and not just collapse on top of Ysa, but the tiny kobold was latched on and followed me over.

Her hands kneaded where her mouth wasn't occupied, mashing and tweaking my free breast. She pulled away with a wet smack, and replaced her muzzle with her free hand. "Always in heat." That was said much more huskily, and shame stung my cheeks as I thought of just how horny I've been and how easily all of these pseudo-animals could smell me. "It's enough to drive a girl crazy, yannow?"

And with that she expedited her trail of toothy kisses down my now prone body, lingering to take a deep, panting breath from the thick, curly copper hair in my crotch, before nosing gingerly against my plump mound. My gasp was short, somehow startled despite expecting the touch, and I groaned and writhed while her tongue traced across my lips. Her breath was hot and heavy against me, coming in deep huffs and adding a slight, spine tingling chill when it cooled. "Harmony, Mary… Your smell is so strong…"

"Oh?" I gasped, squealed, and tried to cover myself, but Ysa's head was firmly planted between my legs. Instead, I just covered my face and tried to will my burning blush to set me aflame. "I would be upset with you, love, if you were not so adorable all splayed out for us like that." Soft hair caressed the inside of my thigh as Silk found her way across the bed and next to Ysa, and I shivered in delight when her hot breath mingled with the kobold's. "Goodness, Mary, you are absolutely sodden. Has Ysayle been ravaging you all morning?"

I groaned, face covered, but still shook my head. "Nope! She's been smellin' like this all mornin' though! Harmony, it's been hard tryin' not ta just eat her up in her sleep."

There was a melodic titter from Silk before, like Ysa, she pressed her nose into my muff and took a deep, somehow ladylike, breath, then drew a thick, broad tongue through my cleft. Somehow, having her do it was infinitely more embarrassing, but that powerful lick was a monumental distraction. My moan tore through my throat, searing my voice with pain while the first tastes of ecstasy burned in my core. It felt so much stronger than when I'd, mostly, gotten myself off the other day, and certainly more than any other time before, but whether that was because of the aftermath of my burnout, or that it was somebody else other than my hand or a toy, I couldn't tell.

"Mary, love, as much as it pleases me to know my actions are pleasurable for you, I cannot continue if I know you will hurt yourself." I felt Silk's mane brush my mound, tangling just slightly with my pubes, before she crawled up my body to lay across me, forehooves draped over my shoulders and hind legs grinding ever so slightly against my crotch. "I want to lay with you, as I am sure Ysa is champing at the bit for as well, but I must ask you to restrain your throes of pleasure for us." She paused, and when she spoke again I could hear the smirk in her voice, even if I couldn't see it. "No matter how masterful my ministrations, you will hold back for us, right?"

I bit my lip, hesitating for just a moment, then nodded. I knew it was a lie, especially after my run in with Ysa those scant few nights ago, but I justified it by telling myself that they both were as eager for this as I was. Fuck, I wanted them to ravish me, but I didn't-

My lips, and thoughts, were caught by the press of Silk's muzzle against me, and that wonderfully broad tongue that had set my pleasure sensors into overdrive below was now asserting its dominance over mine. She hummed into me and I returned the favor with as much awkward fervor as I could muster while the sound of her horn coming to life gently tinkled in the air. I would have gasped when her magic caressed my sex and spread me open with an audible squelch, but she had complete control of my mouth. It teased at my entire being, ever so slightly entering both holes and flicking against my nub, and, more importantly, presenting me to the very eager kobold waiting surprisingly patiently between my thighs.

The only warning I had before she dove into me was an excited squeal, and then an immediate glare of white in my brain. What had been a sudden flare of pleasure before was now a deep, raging inferno building inside of me as Ysa's long, coiling tongue sank into me. I moaned hoarsely into Silk's mouth, my breath escaping me as I arched my back and almost bucked her off my chest, but the unicorn planted herself more firmly and pulled away with a breathy sigh. "Mary, love, please do not-"

As if on cue, the wriggling tongue curled up on itself, filling me completely, and I writhed, screaming raggedly into the air. My toes curled, hands clawed at the bed, and chest heaved. It was stupid how quickly my brain has whited out, but the kobold wasn't done. Her maw opened wider, against me, her teeth combing through my carroty curls and applying just the perfect amount of sharp pressure on my mound as she practically deepthroated my pussy.

"Ysa! She is going to-" Silk rose up, probably trying to get to her hooves, but I lashed out and pulled her down on top of me and mashed my face against hers. Being currently blind, I painfully smashed my nose into her muzzle, but quickly found the right position and wormed my way between her lips, muffling my heaving cries into her mouth. There was a moment of hesitation in her before she relented and leaned back into me, deepening the kiss, but not before her tail lashed out and stung my thighs like hundreds of paper thin switches.

With that, though, I really didn't know what to do. It was nearly impossible to think with Ysa filling and gnawing on my pussy, and what little faculties that weren't focused below were being overwhelmed by the intensity of Silk's passionate kiss, so I just let my hands roam. My fingers traced along her sides, feeling her muscles tense around her shoulders and twitch with every inch closer to her haunches I crept until I found the thick, powerful muscles of her thighs. Her breath hitched and she pulled away when I grabbed her tail, but not before leaving a little nip on my bottom lip.

"I should be very cross with you, Mary, but- eep!" I traced below her dock, slipping a few fingers under her tail, and massaged into the thickest, most plush butthole I'd ever imagined. It squished and conformed under my fingers like a plump, warm donut, the wrinkled entrance puckering against my digits in little mock kisses until I took the plunge and slipped my middle finger inside. In an instant, it was crushed in a vice, Silk's voice eking out what little groan she couldn't hold in before planting her forehooves on my breasts and nuzzling into my face. "Mary, love, I am trying to admonish you for- hah… Breaking our agreement, but I cannot do that when- Ah!" I added my index to the mix and, with my free hand, started to knead the slickened teardrop around where I remembered it flashing at me from our first encounter while Ysa continued to flick her tongue deep inside of me.

She was reaching depths that I'd always been too scared to try, the tip of her muscle poking and prodding at my cervix. Every few plunges into me, she teased my entrance, pressing into me as if she was going to try and slip into my womb, before circling her tongue back like she was a hummingbird drawing out nectar from a feeder, then thrust back into me. My moans were getting more hoarse, coming in ragged staccato and punctuated by sharp gasps whenever Ysa entered me or pulled out to nip at the bud hidden in my thick cleft, but I kept my fingers working as well as I could. I was literally fumbling in the dark in Silk's nethers, working thumb and forefinger against the hot, flashing bulb whenever it flicked its wetness against me, and added a third finger to the pair vigorously plunging into and stretching the mare's pucker to what seemed like her mounting delight.

She was no longer holding herself up on top of me, having given up on that when she realized that I was too engrossed in feeling up what was, in all honesty, the first female I've ever touched in more than passing hugs between family and neighbors. It was strange to think that my first encounter, and almost certainly every interaction after this should there be any more, would be with people that weren't human, but at this point I didn't care anymore. They were showing me affection that I'd never had before, were willing to do things with me that I could have never seen myself doing outside of fantasy, and-

I bit my lip, my back arching, as I was torn out of my thoughts by the feeling of teeth gnawing on the lips of my pussy, moving back and forth between the sides as if they were children demanding equal attention from their mother while a trio of small fingers wormed their into my frothing, sodden mess, followed by a fourth, then, while I was caught in a gasping shriek after a particularly sharply pleasing bite, Ysa's tongue, like a striking snake, plunged up to my womb. All sound died in my throat as a silent scream tore through my throat and my muscles spasmed in blinding pleasure until they eventually gave out, leaving me a quivering, aching mess on the bed.

I panted, heaving for breath in a pool of sweaty sheets. My body felt both light and heavy, my muscles weak, but the pleasant glow in my core left me feeling weightless, and that was only amplified by the squirming and prodding of prehensile muscle deep inside of me. I didn't have the energy to tell her to stop, not that I actually wanted her to. I was still so sensitive, my mind still reeling from that explosion of pleasure, and I could feel it building itself back up again with each scraping of ridge and bump across my walls.

"Goodness, Mary, I am going to be sore later, thanks to you. It seems that, should we do this again, I must be cautious not to bring you to climax while you are inside of me." I blinked, trying to see what she was talking about before my foggy thoughts caught up with my instincts to remind me that I was blindfolded, then finally to the sensation of clenching heat and wetness around my fingers. I yelped, pulling them out of her ass and pussy, and tried to stutter out an apology only to find my mouth locked in a very sensual embrace. Her lips pressed gently into mine for what seemed like an eternity, just letting our soft flesh touch and part as she nipped and explored me, before finally entering my mouth and deepening the kiss. If I hadn't already been reinvigorated by Ysa's continuing plundering of my cavern, then this would have definitely relit the bonfire in my gut. Like every one before it, though, this kiss had to end eventually as well, and Silk pulled away from me, leaving me breathless again while she seemed to ever maintain her composure. "I saw you getting ready to apologize. Do not ever apologize for teaching me new things about myself, especially if they lead to such pleasurable sensations as that. Who would have guessed that I would enjoy having my tailhole tugged upon?"

She tittered at that, and with it, the sounds of her horn filled the air to mingle with the thickly wet schlup…schlup…schlup… of Ysa's probe plunging in and out of me. Then, there was a squeak, a long, scraping drag of the girl's length from my furthest depths that ended in a viscous pop that left me empty and clenching for something to take its place, and a cry of distress as a second weight was settled on my chest. I couldn't see her, but God could I feel just how aroused the poor girl was, and that left me feeling more than a little guilty. Just above her tail was what felt like a swimming pool of moisture that created a sticky, noisy half-suction between us whenever she shifted.

"Sii~lllk, I was jus' gettin' started! She tastes so good!"

The unicorn laughed softly at Ysa's little whine, followed it up with the quiet smack of a kiss, then slid back across my body until I felt her winking sex grind into my copper curls. "I shall take care of Mary, so you just sit back," the kobold's wetness trailed up my chest until I felt the base of her tail settle across my face, "and let her take care of you, hmm? Is that acceptable to you, Mary?"

I felt Ysa shift against me and flushed as it wafted her scent, a strange, almost spicy sweetness, up into my face, and nodded jerkily. I was nervous, worried that I would fumble my attempts and not be good enough, but I couldn't deny my excitement either. This was a new experience for me, one I could only dream of having up until now, and Ysa's squeaky little 'Really?' told me she was probably more eager than me.

"Wonderful, love!" I felt Silk grind against me and loosed a breathy gasp when she pressed against my mound. "I better not catch you lazing about while I am down here, understand?" She gave me half a second so she could chuckle before starting a firm, steady grind against my nethers. I could feel her equally plump lips dig into mine, spreading me open and slickening herself even further when I practically gushed against her.

I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out again, and writhed with each panting thrust Silk made against me. "M-Mary… could ya…?" Ysa was grinding against my chest, her smooth legs scraping against the peaks of my tits, enough to send little shivers down my spine that coalesced into a fiery blaze where Silk and I met, and was leaving a trail of slime between my tiny mounds. I flashed a lopsided, shaky smile, felt around until my hands met the kobold's hips, and pulled her up to me. That spicy scent was stronger now, like cinnamon coated in sugar soaking right into my nostrils, and the overwhelming desire to taste it drove me to plunge face first into the long, thin slit splitting her tail and crotch.

I slipped my tongue inside of her, awkwardly fumbling around in a mixture of nerves and blindness, and hummed in delight at the flavor that stained my lips. I'd been slightly worried after the horror stories and garbage littering the internet back home, but Ysa was as delicious as she smelled, like spiced honey coating my tongue with each tentative draw. She squealed above me, leaning back and holding herself up with shaking claws against my stomach, and thrust herself against my face in time with my movements. I drank of her eagerly, relishing in her flavor and the adorable little moans that escaped her tiny body, and added my hands to my efforts. Her slit was long compared to where her entrances settled, spanning about five inches from partway down her tail to where her pubes would be if she'd had any, and she seemed to love every time I ran my tongue across its entire length. Each trail made her holes clench against me whenever I passed them, as if they were trying to hold me there, and my fingers rubbed at where I thought her clit might be. Did kobolds even have clits? She was shuddering and jerking and moaning like she did, so I must've been-

I jerked back when something, two somethings, slipped between my fingers and pressed into my cheeks. They throbbed in time to the clenching of Ysa's pussy, leaking little spurts of slime across my freckles. "Mary? Is somethin' wrong?"

She slid back, Silk stopping as well, and I felt those squishy prongs press against my chest. I swallowed, grabbed my throat with one hand, and reached down with my right to feel across the two lengths. They were smooth, coated in a thin film of mucous like the rest of her slit, and were probably each a little bigger than my middle fingers. I jerked my hand back and looked up in her direction. "I-is tha… Are y… a guy…? You di… t-tell…"

"Mary? Love, is something the matter?"

Disgust was starting to well up in me, dizziness threatening to take over. My head swirled as flashes of my freshman year clawed at the edges of my thoughts, and with them came the onset of my headache. I could feel Ysa on top of me, Silk crawling up to my side, but all I could see was them. It was getting harder to breathe. The weight on my chest was getting heavier, too much to handle. What was holding me down? Why were they holding me down? What did I do wrong? I thought they were my friends, but they were holding me down so that-

I screamed as I felt him, it, press against my body, and it was that little surge of terror that gave me enough strength to throw my 'friends' off of me and scramble to my feet. I couldn't see because they'd blindfolded me to 'surprise' me, but that was easy enough to fix. I yanked the cloth off and screamed a harsh, ragged scream as light burned my eyes. I'd been in the dark for so long that the little bit of sunlight that came through the window of the school was like a direct flame pressed into my eye sockets, and I dropped to the floor to cover my head and try to blot out the searing pain that drilled its way into my skull.

By then, though, I could feel their hands on me again, trying to hold me down so that he could-

"No!" I lashed out again, squinted, and rushed to the door, thankful that I had an escape even if I'd be running topless through the halls. Somebody would help me, they had to. I didn't have any friends, but surely-

"Miss Rose? Is something-" A teacher!

"They're trying to-" I choked as my words were caught by the bloody rawness in my throat, and dropped to my knees as I coughed thick globs of red onto the floor.

Big, strong arms lifted me up, their soft fur tickling my skin, as the voices of my 'friends' started to pierce through the fading fog that my terror had laid. Edges of green slowly faded from my vision as my breathing calmed. I was safe, I would be protected, and everything would be okay.

"What's going on? What did you do to her?"

"We dunno! We were foolin' around and then she started panickin', blasted us with magic, and took off."

"Honest, Lulu. We were all indulging in each other until… I think she freaked out when she coaxed out Ysa's members. I do not believe she realized…"

My memories finally caught up to me and my breathing slowed to a more manageable rate, enough that I wasn't scarring my throat with every pant, and with that came some semblance of clarity. I could still barely see, as the light was still blindingly strong, but these weren't the hallways of my school, and I wasn't being held in the arms of a teacher. Lulabelle had me against her chest, and Ysa and Silk were next to us, trying to explain… something. My panic? I'd stopped listening while I tried to come to coherence.

"Are you alright, love? Ysa did not mean to surprise you. We all thought you knew."

I squinted at her, a blurry mess of pastel yellow and white, then at the light crimson form beside her. "I'm sorry, Mary. I didn't mean ta spook ya."

It was hard to tell, but I couldn't see any trace of any cocks on her. Did I imagine them? Were they just her fingers? I thought her hands had been on my stomach, but the past few minutes? Hour? It was all a haze of lust and panic that made it hard to be sure. They'd felt bigger that her fingers. "Do y… ha… dick…"

The kobold nodded and I watched her reach down and spread her slit, the thin stripe of emerald opening, and squeezed where I think I'd been rubbing around for a clit. Then, from that extended V and between her fingers, a twin pair of blurry, emerald shafts popped out and drooped just slightly toward the floor. "Yeah. All kobolds do. We've got 'em both. I thought ya knew."

I didn't know, hadn't known until now. How could I have known? I don't know shit about animals and especially not kobolds. If I'd know she was a dude… "Are y… guy?"

She chuckled, but it was weak, half-hearted, as she shuffled in place. "Nah, I'mma girl. Well, I'm both, but I'm a girl, yannow? Y'see, most of us tend ta go one way or the other. My sister and me are both girls, but I like other girls and she mostly likes guys. It's hard ta explain, yannow?"

I didn't know. I always thought this stuff was just things made up in porn to appeal to fetishes, and… I… I mean, I don't have a problem with penises. I've got dildos and I've jilled to more than my fair share of dickgirls in my life, but… This was different. This was real. "Kobolds are hermaphrodites, love, and they typically conform to a role while they are growing up. Ysa is female, correct?"

Silk turned to Ysa and the crimson blotch nodded. "Yup! I'mma girl and I like girls. I…" Her cheerfulness slackened. "If ya want me ta, I can keep my penises inside. I'm pretty good at keepin' 'em under control. I just… You were rubbin' my slit, and it felt so good, and I thought ya were tryna get 'em out, so I…" She trailed off into a mumble and looked at the floor, kicking her foot, and guilt swarmed my thoughts.

I'd had a very good reason to freak out, but she hasn't known. None of them could have known, because I hadn't told them. I… still don't think I could tell them, but it wasn't Ysa's fault. We were in the heat of the moment, and she didn't know.

I frowned, turned to look at Lulabelle, and the giant, furry Anubian dog set me down with what looked like a smile. As soon as my feet were on the floor, I stumbled over to Ysa and dropped to my knees in front of her. She glanced up to me, eyes wavering, then leaped into my arms when I spread them for her. She hit me harder than I'd been expecting and almost sent me onto my back, but I was able to stay up and wrapped her up in a big hug.

"'m sorry, Mary. Honest…"

I rubbed her back, letting her nuzzle against my neck, and just let her hug me for as long as she wanted. I didn't want her to think I was afraid of her.

"Are you feeling better, Miss Rose? Miss Ysayle?"

I nodded, but still waited for Ysa to nod herself and pull away before turning back to the canine. "Yeah, I'm okay. Was just worried, yannow? I wasn't expectin' ya to freak out so much… Uhm… Do ya wanna talk about it?" I tensed and she must've felt it, because her tiny arms wrapped around my neck immediately. "Ya don't gotta! I wanna know, cause I care, yannow? But ya don't gotta."

If there was one thing I absolutely didn't want to do, it was talk about my past. I'd spent the better part of five years shoving those thoughts and memories deep down so I wouldn't have to think about them any more, and the last thing I needed was another reminder. I wanted those years to disappear, never to return.

Instead of getting caught in a cyclical panic, though, I heard the soft tingle of magic before a swath of black cloth floated in front of me again. "Here, love. You look like you are struggling to see. Shall I put it back on?" I held up a hand and pushed it away, or as away as I could with it floating in the air by colorful sparkles, and tried to tell her no, but, by this point, my throat was fucked. That scream and panic was going to cost me a few more days of not being able to talk, if that. "Very well, but if you feel like you need it, just let us know. Do you wish to… get back to where we were?"

There was a saucy edge to her voice, and I could just barely see the desire in her blurry visage, and it definitely sounded appealing, especially with Lulu with us now, but… From where I was, I could feel the gentle swaying of Ysa's body, around her hips, like her tail was wagging, and I could clearly see Lulu's perked ears and active tail, and… I felt that familiar aching twinge in my loins. I was so used to getting off several times a day, but I've barely even gotten two in the past… week? And God knows that it would help me not think about shit…

I glanced back at her, gave a slight nod, then lifted a squealing, giggling Ysa up in my arms with… more than a little effort. My body was still tired, still sensitive, and each little shift she made in my arms, especially when she brushed my peaking nipples, sent electric shivers through my body. I hobbled over to the blurry mass of mattress and sheets that made up my bed and collapsed onto it, curling around Ysa while Silk and Lulabelle climbed on after me. My cheeks flared up again as my brain caught up with the idea of having three girls in my bed at once and I started to recede into myself before a large, fuzzy hand touched my shoulder and slowly traced its way down my side to rest against my hip.

"Are you sure, Miss Rose? Lulabelle will not be upset if she has to wait longer."

I rolled over, letting the kobold lay across my chest and peeked out at the canine through my fingers. Even though it was difficult to really make out her expression through my squinted, light sensitive eyes, the concern in her voice was evident. My panicked outburst she'd caught me in obviously had her worried, so I did the one thing I could to assuage those thoughts. I peeled my legs apart, the viscous mess of my arousal lightly sticking them together, and pulled one hand away from my face to reach for her.

Now that I could get a good look at myself, as blurred as it was, I could tell just how much of a mess Ysa, Silk, and I had made of me. My thick, curly orange pubes were soaked and matted with an indiscernible combination of saliva and a mixture of two different sources of femcum that stuck to my skin and thighs, especially around my entrance, and my chest had multiple snail trails of arousal marking me from neck to groin. I looked like I'd just gotten done being fucked silly despite our little tryst having been tame compared to most of the porn I've watched, but Lulu was still pristine.

I paused when my hand got close to her thigh, my nerves telling me that I was overstepping my boundaries, but as my fingers twitched in anticipation, the strong, black legs spread enough for me to, through my stunted vision, catch sight of what looked like a thick, black fortune cookie. I reached between her thighs, hesitating for just a moment longer as fire burned in my face and gut, then plunged my fingers into the pronounced, pliable triangle of engorged flesh. Her canine pussy was unbelievably soft, and it felt like I was stuffing my digits into a hot, wet jello cushion. She thrust ever so slightly against my hand, her breath catching for a second, before I slipped my three digits partway out of her, and that plush mound clung to my fingers, stretching slightly as I tugged away, before thrusting right back into her.

"Miss Rose…"

Her voice was thick, deeper and huskier than usual, and my body responded in kind with eager shudders. I'd never felt something so soft before, and the way her pussy gripped me made my own throb with desire. With the tantalizing flesh right there in view, I think I understood exactly what everybody else had been feeling when they talked about how I smelled. I needed to bury my face between her legs. It took some finagling, and a little help from Ysa and Silk, but I crawled, one hand still buried in Lulu's juicy cookie, underneath her. Light was blotted out as her dark legs surrounded my head, but I didn't need to see to tell where I needed to be. Even without my fingers plunging in and out of her quivering box, I would've been able to find my mark just by the musky, intoxicating smell coming filling my nostrils. It was so strong that it made my head spin, and I really only had one course of action.

I pulled my hand away, making Lulabelle groan in what sounded like frustration when she finally released them with a wet schlick, and wrapped my lips around her cunt. Her pussy was so small compared to her body, easily fitting into my mouth, and it took little effort to slip my tongue into her. Where Ysa was sweet and hinted at an underlying spice, Lulu was tangy and her flavor was so thick that it filled my sinuses, mingling with her potent scent.

There was a brief moment where the weredog tensed up, legs squeezing around my head just tight enough to be uncomfortable, then she relaxed and nearly dropped her entire weight on my face. She gyrated against my face, fucking herself on my tongue and barely giving me an opportunity to explore her, and I was mostly content to let her. I was satisfied knowing that, even as inexperienced as I was, I was doing something right, that all that porn I'd buried my thoughts in hadn't been a complete waste of time. It was easier to get into it, to ignore the shame and embarrassment that was ever present in my brain, when my senses were filled by Lulabelle's irresistible being, so I just poured myself into it.

Then I felt something soft and warm brush my thigh before a broad, strong tongue dragged across me from base to hidden hood. I groaned into Lulu's pussy and she shuddered above me, shifting, and I felt her gentle hands and sharp nails grab my raised knees. She pressed against my legs, angling me wider until I felt my lips part on their own, almost enough to make my pelvis burn in protest, before that tongue pressed against me again. This time, it found some purchase inside of me, slipping just slightly into my presented cunt, then pulled up my slit, tugging on my lips and dragging my curls with how hard it was pressing into me. I felt like I was being dragged onto my curling toes by the force of that lick as I raised my hips in response, instinctively trying to keep it on me for as long as possible until it was pulled away with a beautiful, throaty chuckle that made my spine tingle.

"Goodness, Mary, does it truly feel that good? I am certain I felt that moan through your gorgeous sex." I released Lulu, taking a deep breath of her heady aroma, then eased out from under her to cast what I hoped was a seductive smile at the unicorn between my legs. Whether I was successful or not, it earned me another sensual titter that further inflamed the inferno raging in my gut. "If I did not know better, I would assume that you were a virgin before today, but the way you so expertly toyed with my tailhole tells me otherwise." I flinched as she chuckled again, but then her laughter died down and a look as if she'd just discovered something completely outrageous settled across her gorgeous features while that ever familiar cheek-tinting heat rose in my face. "Mary, love… This was not your first, was it?"

My whole body burned under the shame of their judgmental stares as all three of the girls focused their attention on me. I'd been naked and spoonfed for the past few days, completely at their whims, and had even needed one of them to help me relieve myself, but somehow that didn't compare to the sting that I felt right now. It was just like then, like before, and fury and terror pounded in my temples like a storm beating at the shutters of a Florida home.

"Mary, that is amazing!" She beamed at me, her blurry smile as bright as the sun, and climbed through my legs as my anger petered out, its fire smothered when she nuzzled against my chest. "It should be obvious, but none of us could claim the same." Her laughter cleared the fading haze at the edges of my vision, and with it came a kiss and my own familiar taste. "Goodness, I wish I could have you all for my own, but I am so glad that you allowed us to share in your first regardless."

I felt a touch on my shoulder and it took all I had to pull my gaze away from the glistening pools of gold above me to the worried-looking emeralds to my left. "Why didn't ya tell us ya were a virgin? I thought ya were just shy and… I wouldn't've…" I grasped her hand in my right, my other going to my throat as I croaked out a grunt, then put on as much of a smile as my warring emotions would let me. It had been a surprise, scary at the time, but now that I was here, between all three of them, I'm glad that she gave me that little push. I never would have accepted this if she hadn't inadvertently made that first step.

"Lulabelle feels terrible asking this now, but you are okay with this, right, Miss Rose?" Now my sight turned up to the canine practically straddling my face. I nodded, no hesitation, and her muzzle pulled back in her creepy, warm, toothy smile. "Lulabelle is glad." She slid back, depriving me of the heavy scent of her sex, and leaned down to bless me with her lips. Unlike Silk, her kiss was much more forceful, and, like Ysa, her tongue pressed its way between my lips and took over my mouth. She was thick enough to fill me completely and her much larger maw turned to engulf my face. Drool spilled across my cheeks, down my chin, and between my legs as my knees grew weak. I slackened in her embrace and reached up to cup her face and pull her back when she started to pull away. Her teeth scraped against my cheeks again, sending electric tingles straight to my gut, before she pulled back again to leave me a quivering, saliva-soaked mess.

"Me! Me!" The moment I had my breath, the kobold was on me and probing my throat, just reaching that point where I would start to gag before pulling back and staring at me with the hottest smouldering grin her cute face could ever muster. "You're a really good kisser."

She leaned up and from this angle I was able to get an excellent view of her long, emerald slit as she presented herself to me, whether on purpose or just by the grace of her movement I couldn't really tell. For her size, it stretched long, and flushed a brighter red where she'd become engorged in what I knew, by the glistening moisture dripping onto my breasts and her heavier breaths, had to be arousal. The bright green of her cloaca peeked through her red flesh, parted slightly compared to the almost imperceptible tightness from before my episode.

I reached up and this time I watched her suck in her breath when I parted her with my thumbs. Her lips wrinkled and bunched around my digits as I took in the slimy length of her pussy. Looking at her now, it was obvious that she didn't have a clit and the 'hood' that I'd been coaxing her dicks out of had been a fold of flesh that hid all but the tips of her shafts. About an inch below, spaced less than an inch apart, were what I could only assume were her slot and ass, puckering and flashing lewd kisses at me in a mouthwatering invitation to indulge myself, and stretching another three inches below that, down part of her tail, was a strip of sensitive green membrane that sent quivers up her body when I traced my tongue against it.

Her high-pitched voice cracked into a moan when I scraped my organ along her length, and she doubled over my head when I lingered to press into her twin holes, alternating between them in little half circles while my nose dug into her hooded sheath. I breathed in her sweet, spicy scent, letting her tantalizing aroma burn itself into my senses. Her nails dug into my scalp and she tried to lock her short legs behind my head, but she barely had enough reach to twist her toes into the back of my hair. It was a struggle to breathe with her hugging my face, but it was nothing but bliss for me. I'd never liked hearing the actors and actresses in porn grunt and moan, but hearing her cute little squeaks and gasps sent my blood into a libidinous boil, and in them I found the strength to lift her up and, with a painful growl a few stands of ripped out hair, toss her onto the bed right next to a very surprised Silk.

"Mary? Did I- eep!" I pounced on her, spreading her wide and dragged my tongue across that little crevice and the twin peaks of her shafts, slathering the nubs with saliva while my fingers sank into her inviting holes. She tensed, her hips arching up to meet me, but still managed to hiss out a warning. "M-Mary, if ya keeeep doin' that, I'mma…" I looked up at her, not even bothering to stop trying to coax her out, and, with as much of a grin as I could maintain with my tongue out, slipped under the hood and slurped up the shafts surrounding my muscle.

Her eyes crossed ever so slightly as her little pricks stiffened and flinched around me, and I felt that insistent throb flare up deep in my core in response. Last time, she'd surprised me, caught me totally off-guard and unprepared, but now I knew they were there and I had a need that could only be quenched by her. Never in my life could I have imagined meeting with a real hermaphrodite, let alone one that wanted me, and my body wasn't going to let me waste this opportunity. She didn't exactly grow in my mouth like in the porn I'd watched, but I could feel her slipping across my tongue and coating my taste buds with a slightly more bitter cocktail of her flavor until her twin shafts were fully in my mouth. They were softer than what I expected, all of the dicks I'd seen… before seeming like fleshy, throbbing rods, but, despite how much they bent and conformed to the gentle curve of my mouth, there was still a powerful rigidness to them that was made all the more evident every time they pulsed with the kobold's excitement.

I pulled away from Ysa, letting her slip out of my mouth with a pop, and licked away the saliva trailing that had dribbled from between her pricks. Unlike her tongue, she wasn't big enough to make me gag, but there was enough of a bulge in the middle of her shafts to make a gap. I smiled down at her while I rose to straddle her hips, awkwardly squeezing and kneading her and her slit with my fingers. She squeaked an adorable little moan, matching my gravelly cry, when she scraped through my bush and parted my lips. Her little claws grabbed my knees while I positioned her at my entrance, then gripped like little vices, her nails digging into my skin, when I sank down onto her.

I let myself slide into her lap, feeling her bend just slightly as my weight settled on her, but squeezed instinctively when her dicks pressed against my entrance and almost collapsed on her when she slipped up and dug against my clit. "Mary, are you alright? You did not hurt yourself, did you?" I glanced up to Silk, pulled her toward me with a trembling hand, and kissed her softly which was, apparently, all she needed to know as she sat back to watch with the same rapturous attention that Lulabelle was giving us.

The second try to get her inside me was an absolute failure as I came down and felt her spit-slick members shift back and slide between my ass cheeks. I groaned in frustration when they prodded at my backdoor, gave the idea of just taking her there a strong consideration, then reset myself with her at the ready. This time I took it slower, making sure that she was pressed right at my tunnel, spreading my plump mound and thick curls with one hand while my other held her firm at my entrance so that there could be no mistake, and pressed. Compared to the kobold's fingers and tongue, her twin peaks together were thick, even at their tips, and when they finally pierced my waiting pussy, I clamped down on them hard.

They weren't as long as her tongue, so they didn't quite reach most of my tunnel, and they weren't as big as my largest toy, but I used that so sparingly that, despite only hitting a little more than halfway inside me, I felt so much fuller than I had in ages. I cried out, letting the sensation of her cocks stretching me while she throbbed in response to my clenching suffuse my being before I started grinding back and forth along her hips. Ysa was practically catatonic below me, barely even managing her soft little gasps each time my thick lower lips dragged across her slit and tugged on her shafts, but the look on her face was one of utter bliss, like she'd died and gone to kobold heaven, not that I was faring much better.

Every little movement inside me was amplified by a… heat? A chill? A hunger? Something inside of me was urging me on, turning the slight ache of being filled more than I was used to into a searing rush of pleasure that spread from my clenching, sopping pussy to the tips of my extremities and into my brain until it and the desire, the need for more. I bounced on her dicks, moaning each time my hips met with Ysa's, and turned my eyes to Silk and Lulu. They moved almost immediately, as if they were reading my mind, and crawled across the bed to Ysa and me.

I reached out to Lulabelle, cupping my hands on her cheeks, and leaned into a quick, full kiss before trailing my hands down to her breasts. The fur on her chest was thinner than the thick, wolfish coat across the rest of her, and my fingers sank into the pliable, squishy flesh of her first pair of tits. As soon as I reached them, though, Lulu flinched back, surprised, and looked at me with curiosity dancing in her eyes. "Miss Rose, you know Lulabelle is not with puppies, right? Lulabelle cannot produce milk."

In lieu of a proper response, I just grinned and crushed her breasts beneath my hands. Her tits were unlike any breasts I'd seen before, shaping more like perky mountain peaks than the fleshy semi-orbs of humans, but the reaction I got when I squeezed and kneaded them was all the same. She pressed her chest harder into my palms while her tongue lolled out, panting as my bouncing helped scrape my hands against her nipples and guide my moulding. I traced further down her front, teasing and pinching each teat, while Ysa thrust her hips in a slightly asynchronous rhythm from my frenetic bouncing and grinding.

I was already clenching hard on Ysa's twin cocks, relishing in every little twitch they made while crushed in my tunnel, and that arhythmic, filling pleasure was making my tired muscles go numb from its combination with this new-ish exertion and turning my already clumsy attempts at reaching to slip into the cushy, malleable flesh into fumbling as I tried to keep a clear head to reciprocate. My trio of fingers dipped into her honeypot, sinking up to the knuckle into her hot, grasping sheath. I wriggled my digits in her, stirring up her insides, and grinned when she went rigid and leaned into me. Her body, usually akin to a space heater, was radiating an inferno against my sensitive skin and teased at the raised peaks of my breasts.

Teeth nipped at my ass, sending tingles surging up my spine, and pulled my attention away from Lulabelle's panting face. Silk looked up at me, her lips curling into a coy smile after planting a quick, wet kiss where she'd just bit me, then reared up to whisper in sensual sing-song right next to my ear. "Mary, love, do not forget about me~." Her breath tickled against my neck, making goosepimples run down my arms, only for it to play across my face when she gasped as I narrowed my eyes and home an arm under her barrel.

She yelped, giggling madly as I lifted her tail end, and danced on her forehooves to keep herself from falling on her face. It took a few moments, a time that I had to stop bouncing and grinding on Ysa's twins while she continued to pump against my thighs, but I pulled her hind legs up over my shoulders and stared right into the first thing I saw on our first meeting. Her thick, equine pussy flashed her pearlescent pink button in my face speckling her arousal on my lips. I gathered her flavor on my tongue, tasting her flowery, musky scent, then buried my face between her haunches. Her lips, soft and pliable, spread around my tongue as I dragged it from her fat pearl to the puckering rim of her doughnut, drawing out a moan that had me clenching on the dicks buried in me.

"Oh, Mary, not that I mind that divine tongue of yours, but this is a mite-"

She tensed and shuddered, whatever she was trying to say dying on her tongue, as I dove back into her folds and buried myself face-deep in her while I shifted and bounced on the kobold below me. I sucked on her entrance, my tongue digging into her tunnel while the hand buried to the knuckles in Lulabelle stirred the canine's cookie, and I relished in the combined grunts and moans of the three girls I'd surrounded myself with. My own panting pleasure was coming out in ragged groans with each matching thrust Ysa made into my depths, and I could feel the coiling of my release building in my core. My thoughts were growing cloudy, foggier than my already lust-hazed brain has been, and all I could focus on was the puckering ring of Silk's ass, the feeling of Lulabelle crushing my fingers as she fell upon me, and the fullness of my shallow cunt as Ysa frantically humped into my sore thighs.

She thrust once, twice, three more times, then held herself inside of me, sheathing herself to the hilt and crushing my fat mons against her slit. I was vaguely aware of her calling out my name, felt her nails dig into my hips, then went stock still as I felt a pair powerful, hot jets spray against the entrance of my womb. A second gush costed my cervix, starting to fill my mostly plugged tunnel, then a third and fourth, each one sending a shivering pulse of pleasure through me as I felt her ooze out around her to drip and run down my thighs, before she pulled out just slightly and made one last, powerful, cum-spraying thrust into me. The twin hers were nearly cut off as, this time, she had the perfect angle to slam against my cervix, concentrating the slackening streams on my entrance and pushing me over the edge to plummet into the ocean of my orgasm waiting below.

My body went rigid, my fingers curling tightly around Silk's flank and inside of Lulu, as I buried my face in the pony's pussy and let loose a hoarse, ragged scream inside of her. All sense of time died as my body shook, muscles tight, before they relaxed, losing their strength, and dropped me onto my back with the suffocating weight of pony pussy following to smothering my face. I was just vaguely aware of Ysa's pricks sliding out of me, freeing the partially trapped cum so it could flow out, down my ass, to pool on the bed below me in little gushing rivers as I clenched over and over in the aftershocks of ecstasy. Thankfully, Silk had at least some presence of mind to slide off my face, but her pressure against my body never left, and I bathed in the girls' combined presence. My brain was half melted, registering only the hot well of pleasure radiating from my core and sending tingles all throughout my body, and I just laid there, crushed under the weight of three girls, two of them oozing heat into my already burning, sweat soaked body, before the fog of my orgasm faded and the true weight of what had just happened settled into the slowly returning throb of a headache.

I'd just technically lost my virginity. I mean, I'd technically lost it the other day when Ysa had snuck up on me, but… This time I'd meant for it to happen and had given myself eagerly over to them… and I hadn't been a disappointment… I think? I hope… They seemed like they'd enjoyed it as much as I had, and I was pretty sure that, outside of Ysa, I wasn't the only one that came. I mean, they could have been faking it just to make me feel better, but at least I knew that one of them, for sure, hadn't been faking it. Even with most of it now in a puddle in my ass crack, I could still feel hot, little pools of her cum settled inside of me, and…

My brain finally caught up with my orgasm addled thoughts and that pleasant giddiness quickly shifted into panic. My hand shook as I reached over Lulu's head, between my legs, and scooped out a stringy, pearly line of Ysa's jism. I stared at it, squishing it between my thumb and forefinger, and watched it sag until it finally dripped onto my tit. My breathing picked up pace, my brain racing at the implications that came with a pussy full of sperm, and it was only by the grace of Silk stirring and rising to her forehooves that I didn't freak outright.

"Mary, love, you are shaking like a leaf, are you all-" Her eyes went wide while tears filled mine, and she leaned over me, frantically searching for something. "Oh Harmony, Mary, are you okay!? What is wrong? Are you hurt? Please tell me we did not hurt you!"

Even if my throat hadn't been fucked, I doubt I would have been able to get any words out though the thick, hoarse blubbering as I openly cried, especially now that Ysa and Lulu were rousing from our combined panic and adding an extra layer of anxiety to my growing freakout, but I still tried to explain while the three fussed over me. I traced my hand over my belly, then into the frothy mess of my pubes, and finally again over my stomach, this time miming a mound for a pregnant belly. They watched carefully, eyes focused intently on me, then, like a bulb clicked on in each of their brains, realization dawned over their features. Ysa was the first to jump on me.

"Oh my gosh! I didn't think that- Can I get ya pregnant? I don't know if I can. Can I- Would I?" She turned to Silk and Lulu, head swiveling back and forth in rapid succession, then dove face first between my legs. I tensed, toes curling and fingers digging into the sheets as her tongue probed inside of my still sensitive passage scraping in and out against my walls before being drawn back into her mouth with a smack and a swallow, before Silk placed a hoof on her shoulder. The kobold pulled away, muzzle damp with a mixture of her and myself, and left me panting on the bed.

"Ysa, I do not believe that will work, no matter how well you perform." The unicorn looked back at me, her smile, while somewhat worried, still soft and warm. "Now, I am not the princess, but I do know that there are spells that can assist in situations such as these, and I am more than certain that, if we ask, she will be more than willing to help."

"Lulabelle is sure that everything will be fine." The dog's smile had returned as well, and both of their calm demeanors were like a soothing balm on my, and judging by her lessening panic, Ysa's nerves. Still, the desert dog leaned in, muzzle right above me, and pressed me into a kiss. This one was much less sloppy than the last, just a simple meeting of lips and snout, and then she leaned back every so slightly. "Now that we have joined together, Miss Rose, would you wish to do so again?"

My eyes went wide, my face burning, at that. I hadn't even considered that there was any possibility of this being more than just a one time thing. Sure, my heart told me that there was a chance, but my brain and my past, somewhere deep in my thoughts, told me that this would be it. I would be used, they'd get what they wanted, and then I'd be forced back into solitude. I was ecstatic at the idea, both in body and soul, but even that was dampened by the fear that settled, and originated, in my core.

My lip quivered as my hand touched my stomach, tears threatening to spill forth, and Ysa was immediately on her large-toed claws. "I'll go find Twilight!" She turned to leave, stopped, climbed over my chest to plant a warm, gentle kiss right over Lulu's, then sprinted off, not even stopping to close the bedroom door behind her.

"If it makes you feel any better, love," Silk looked back at me with a bright grin, but whether it was because of Ysa or was there to reassure me, I couldn't tell, "Most species can only breed between themselves… Though…" My eyes went wide as she looked up into the air, eyes twitching as if she was searching for something, then her smile widened and she cooed as she looked back in my direction. "Oh goodness, I can only imagine how adorable a child between the two of you would be. If…" I swallowed, not quite liking where this was headed. "If Princess Twilight cannot help with this, and you do end up pregnant, and we are able to put an end to Grogar, and… That is far too many ifs, but… If you do find yourself with child, I would love nothing more than to help you raise it."

"Lulabelle as well. Lulabelle would be lying if Lulabelle said that she is not interested in something more."

Silk's smile was beatific, radiant in its genuineness and brightness, and Lulabelle's equally so in her strange canine way, and I would have wept with joy if I wasn't so terrified of the thought of being a mother. It felt so weird, so wonderful, and also equally terrifying to hear somebody, anybody, promise that kind of loyalty to me, but I couldn't get the thought of how terribly unprepared and awful I would be as a mom. I couldn't even take care of myself, so how in the fuck was I going to take care of a kid without fucking them up for life?

Right as the tears started to streak, unbidden, into my mane of coppery red hair, there was a pop and a surge of electricity in the air that made my hairs stand on end. "Mary!? Are you okay!? Ysa came to get me all panicky and-" There was a brief moment where both Twilight and I stared into each other's faces, mine quickly catching fire and hers shifting into a surprised 'oh', before her eyes trailed further south and lingered on the mess between my legs for the split second it took for my brain to process the situation to squeeze them together. I caught the barest hint of a smile before my hands were over my face in a vain attempt to hide my shame and embarrassment. "Oh. Well I'm glad you're getting along so well, but you really should be more careful if you're worried about pregnancy." I heard a chuckle as a familiar tingle of magic coursed across my body.

A quick surge of fear, a remnant of my first encounter with Twilight still tainting my thoughts, coursed through my veins and lingered for the few scant seconds that she has connected to me, then dissipated as she pulled her aura away. I waited with bated breath, hoping beyond hope that I hadn't royally fucked up everything for thirty minutes of indulging my libido, only for Ysa to burst back into the room right as Twilight started to talk.

"Is it okay, Twilight!? I didn't get her pregnant, did I!?"

I pulled my hands away from my eyes just enough so I could see my little kobold companion panting in a half panic as Twilight tittered softly into her hoof. "Firstly, no, that's not how fertilization works, Ysa. It can take up to six days for your sperm to reach and form a fully fertilized egg and then another possible four to fully implant itself in her uterine wall, so you'd have, hopefully, at least a few days to prepare a medicine or spell to prevent that zygote from implanting. Secondly, you don't have to worry about that." Twilight turned back to me while Ysa climbed back into the bed and draped herself across my chest, her tongue lolled out as she panted with a slight look of relief on her face. "The good news is that, at least with kobolds, your biology is incompatible for fertility which is definitely a good thing if you're looking to avoid pregnancy, because you are ovulating. I can't say for sure where other species are concerned considering I don't have samples currently available for testing, but it should be relatively safe to assume that you don't have to be worried about it from Silk or Lulu." Her smile was bright and genuine, and it only made the blush burning on my cheeks further sear my face like the unforgiving heat of the sun.

"Thank ya, Twi! Sorry we had to come get ya, but we weren't thinkin' and it felt so good and-"

I scrambled to get my hands around Ysa's muzzle and had to force an embarrassed smile as the little lizard's tongue slobbered all over my fingers, much to the princess' amusement. "Well, if you girls need anything else, just let me know, okay?" Now, she looked right at me and it took everything I had not to turn away in shame. "I'm glad you're opening up, Mary. I was worried that you'd close in on yourself and not let anybody close, but it does my heart good to see that I was worried for nothing." She gave us each a smile in turn, then turned to leave, stopping just at the door to glance back one last time. "Oh! Daliah and Iron are preparing dinner. I'd love for you to join us tonight if you're feeling up to it, Mary."

The door closed with a final, resounding click finally letting me breathe, but doing nothing for the heat in my cheeks. Another coating of saliva on my hands reminded me to release the kobold's snout. She grinned up at me, her bright, sharp-toothed smile gleaming in the low light of the curtained window, and nuzzled up under my chin with the most pleased, relieved look in her face I've ever seen. "I'm glad we don't hafta worry about eggs, yannow? It means we can do it more!"

I blinked, looked at the unicorn and canine at my sides, then let out a breathy chuckle that quickly devolved into a fit of painful coughs. The girls were quick to make sure I was okay, but I waved them off as I wiped the pink-speckled spittle off on my sheets, because I was, for once, actually fine. Sure, my throat was fucked, but that would heal eventually if I just let it, but that didn't really matter. As embarrassing as it was 'getting caught in the act', and as nervous as I'd been at the start of my time here, I wouldn't want to share myself with anybody else as much as I did with these three. I was already looking forward to the next time, though-

I yawned, sucking in air through my raw throat. Maybe it'll have to wait till later.

"I do not know about you three, but I am certainly due for a shower." Silk grinned at me, her smile lascivious, and shook her ass at me while she climbed to her hooves on the mattress. "Care to join me?"

All too soon, there was a jolt of interest between my legs, and the way her nostrils flared told me that she smelled it as clear as day, but my legs were like jelly from the eager pounding Ysa had given my pelvis and the constant flexing and and flagging of my muscles through my multiple orgasms. I needed a while to rest.

Disappointment flashed on her face, but she shrugged it off just as quickly. "Do not worry yourself, love. I suppose I will simply have to settle for spending the evening with you. Oh, whatever shall I do with such limited time?" She threw her hoof over her head, feigning a faint as her smile peeked through the cracks of her facade. "I hope to at least see you for dinner?"

I nodded without hesitation, matching her smile with a lopsided grin of my own. "Perfect! Well then, I shall meet up with all of you shortly. She hopped off the bed, her hooves clicking softly on the stone floor, did a cute little equine curtsie, and sashayed out of the room, her tail held high to show off her winking sex all the way out and I stared, transfixed, all the way up until she magicked the door shut behind her.

"You're gonna make us jealous if ya keep ogling Silk like that, yannow?" I snapped back to my own thoughts and the red lizardling beaming up at me from my meagre chest, shame tinting my face. "I'm kidding. Gosh, she's adorable isn't she, Lu?"

"Quite." I was wrapped up in the canine's strong arms, pulled into a half-sit as she propped me up against her breast, and rubbed my tangled, bushy curls under her chin while she wrapped me up in what few unsoiled sheets remained on the bed. "Lulabelle will help you get somewhat presentable, Miss Rose, but then Lulabelle must go assist with dinner preparations. Miss Ysayle, can Lulabelle trust you to help her dress and not make more of a mess?"

The mischievous look on Ysa's face sent a fresh trickle of moisture running between my legs, but her grin was quickly replaced with a huff and an adorable pout. "Fine, I promise not to let her talk me into boinkin' her again."

I had to suppress a giggle and the slight disappointment at not being able to get a little quick round of action before dinner, a thought I'd only had for my hands and toys before, but Lulabelle nodded and helped me into a more comfortable, more upright arrangement with the tiny lizard girl nestled happily in my lap. "Lulabelle will be waiting for you two." She cast one more pointed glance at Ysa, then followed Silk's and Twilight's lead out of the room.

Ysa's angelic grin lasted up until the door shut, leaving us alone together, where she immediately turned to me, a wicked mischievousness in her eyes. "So, wanna go again? I never said I wouldn't ask."

This time, I held back my laughter only for the sake of my own health, allowing just the slightest of chuckles, before flashing Ysa the most awkward seductive grin in the history of flirting and parting the copper sea between my thighs.