Author's Note

Kinks: Too small mare, clearly swinging situation, implied future sorta-cest, anal for a small mare.

003 - Cumming Over

“No, chat. Now that I’ve got a clear head, I am not going to go around the house naked.” Flutters pouted as she glared at her laptop in her lap. She was back in much less revealing clothing. That being a long-sleeve t-shirt and sweatpants. “Ugh… Dash…” Flutters rubbed the bridge of her muzzle and squeezed her eyes shut.

“What is it?” Gilda asked as she rode CC while the unfortunate stallion attempted to play DOOM. Attempted being the key word. The hen was very distracting, the way she was squeezing on him. The hen was even teasing Chat by wearing a top.

“Dash wants to come over and try out Dweeb.” Flutters rolled her eyes. “Is Dweeb okay, I know it’s G’s term but it’s what Chat’s been calling him. Oh, also Chat’s being very well behaved, barring the occasional person who wants to see my… boobs…” She blushed, wrapping her wings around herself a bit.

“You got to admit, you could be very successful in Gilda’s place,” CC pointed out. “Not that I’m thinking of dumping you for her, G. Just saying, if she got her own stallion and camera, she could compete.”

“Oh… Umm… tempting?” Flutters blushed harder and focused on the chat. “Oh, um, Dash is still wanting to come over.”

“Uuuugh…. Dash…” Gilda groaned and face-taloned. “Why?” She sighed and stared at the webcam. “Chat, for a bit of info, Dash is a friend of Flutters and I from school. Dash was the Track Star. Oh, and in case anyone’s wondering, I was on the wrestling team. The boys wrestling team.” She chuckled as she settled down a little, hoving just over her limit. “Anyway-”

“Chat liked that, apparently they want to see you dominate Dweeb some time.” Flutters broke in.

“Ah. That can be arranged.” Gilda shrugged. “Anyway, so Dash is this short, wiry girl with no tits- Sorry Dash, I am just being honest here- She’s got a body built for Track. Her dad was in the qualifiers for the Olympics back in the day. Oh, and they’re both pegasi. Yeah. They have to deal with the drag of their wings, while still making time. Yet, Dash and her dad could do it. So, there’s some context. Oh, and how could I forget. Dash is a speed freak and a bit of a daredevil. If she’s not speeding while driving, there’s something seriously wrong.” She chuckled. She looked over her shoulder. “Sorry about that Dweeb, want me to keep riding?”

“Honestly, being able to concentrate is helpful when a demon is about to claw my face off,” the stallion said. “Oh, idea. Flutters, connect one of the cables to the TV. That way they can have a view of the game I’m playing and what G gets up to at the same time. So they can see it’s not my fault when I get fireballed, mostly because G decided to screw with me.”

“Oh! Okay!” Flutters scrambled up, setting down her laptop so she could start messing with HDMI cables.

“Ah, good idea.” Gilda nodded as she rose back up and started riding properly again. Of course, a well-timed thrust of her hips distracted CC from firing fast enough, and a Hell Knight managed to cave in his skull, making him wince.

“Did we get that in time?” Flutters asked, returning to her seat. “Oh good we did.”

“Dash still complaining?” Gilda asked, rolling her hips to throw off his aim again.

“Yep. She’s started begging n- O-oh my….” Flutters flushed. “D-dash no!”

“Huh?” CC raised his head and looked over at Fluttershy at that outburst.

“She’s offering to… ehm… be used by all of you.” She squeaked out.

“You know what?!” Gilda snapped, glaring at the webcam. “Come over Dash! Speed your way over here! You do that and I’ll impale you on this thing myself! You want the cock? Come and get it if you think you’re hard enough! Dweeb?! You punch her cervix with your flare every single time you thrust in, you hear me?! Make her fucking regret it!”

Gilda had CC’s cock in an angry, hot vice. For Flutter’s part, she simply hid behind her wings.

“She- She’s on her way over…” Flutters announced softly.

“...I think she took you seriously,” CC noted, trying not to piss off the hen further. “Guys I’m gonna have to stop playing, I think G needs some personal attention before she claws something off or out.”

Gilda, almost in response, spun herself around, propped herself up on her knees, grabbed CC’s shoulders with her talons and started to ride him in rough, hard, almost painful rises and falls. She gave angry grunting moans as she worked out her anger on her coltfriend.

CC, no fool he, used his hands to grab onto Gilda’s hips and met her thrusts with his own. Every time their hips almost met, she felt his cockhead batter the entrance to her womb as they lost themselves in the haze of hate-fucking. Well, they didn’t hate each other, but G was very angry right now, and he was hoping she...wouldn’t be afterwards.

“Ummm, if you care, Chat demands more aggressive Gilda. Ummm, you know, whenever…” Fluttershy announced, peeking out from behind her wings.

“Flutters…” CC huffed. “Bring that camera in here, show them what it’s like for a hen to be stuffed.” Thrust, squelch, griiiiind...the noises were very lewd to anyone who could hear them.

Flutters got up and grabbed one of the cameras and got on her hands and knees to crawl closer to show Chat the juicy details. Her normally butter-yellow face was now a deep shade of red.

“Oh yeah...G’s gotten very good at this,” the stallion praised. “Then again, I don’t know how much she practiced before me.” One hand smacked one of Gilda’s asscheeks lightly.

“Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!” Gilda grunted. “Only- Toys- And- Talons-” She huffed out every word.

“...Flutters, smack that ass with me,” CC said with a smile. “I think she likes it~”

Flutter’s eep’d and raised a shaking hand, only to do little more than stroke her cheek as it touched.

“No, like this,” CC countered, raising his other hand and evening out the smacks by putting one on the other side as well.

“O-oh. O-okay.” Flutters squeaked. She set the camera down off to the side for a different angle and stood behind the hen. She bit her lip and shivered a bit. She raised a hand and gave a cheek a light tap.

“I bet Chat wants to see you smack her ass harder~” the stallion egged the butter mare on.

“I d-don’t know…” Flutters chewed her lip.

“Do it, you Dweeb!” Gilda snapped, craning her neck to glare at the butter mare.

Flutter’s face seemed to go blank. “Okay.” She said in a monotone. “If you want it that much.”

Flutters raised her arm high and brought it down. The smack echoed around the room. Gilda’s whole ass jiggled from the shock as the hen gave a very eagle-like screech.

“That’s more like it,” the stallion praised her. “Put the camera on a tripod so you can alternate the hands you use,” he suggested. “I’m sure Chat is going nuts over you right now as well.”

“It’s over there.” Flutters gestured to the camera and where she’d set it, before taking a breath, only to unleash a barrage of slaps against each cheek.

Gilda had shifted to hug her coltfriend as her thighs shook violently. Her tunnel was hungrilly milking at his cock as she came.

“Okay, okay, ease up Butters,” CC called. “Gilda’s done for now, and we know what she gets off to.” He positioned his hands between Fluttershy and the hen’s butt, helping to shield it from further abuse.

Flutters stopped and stepped over to her seat to sit back down quietly. “You said to spank, so I spanked.”

“You did a good job too,” the stallion said, slowly rolling Gilda off of him to sit next to Fluttershy. “But she’s cum just from the spanking, so, time for her to get some time away from that for a bit.”

“I hate you both…” Gilda muttered, wincing a bit as she shifted to lay on her side. CC sat up and pulled the laptop closer to himself, going through the Chatlog.

“Dash should be here soon.” Flutters commented only for the front door to knock, causing her to perk up.

“She said she was coming over… what, five minutes ago?” Gilda asked with a sigh as Flutters got up. CC pulled Gilda into his lap, before he began petting the hen for the camera. Nice, wholesome cuddling after some rough sex. Never mind the fact that neither one of them had a stitch of clothing on.

“Hey, sexy.” Came a rough voice from the entryway.

“Hey Dash.” Flutters said with an exasperated sigh.

“Living room,” CC called from the couch for the benefit of Dash.

Flutters came back in to return to her seat, as in walked a sky-blue pegasus with a bright mane and tail of rainbow colors. She was sleek, and wiry with taught muscles mostly focused in her legs and core. Her bust really was on the small side, but she seemed to make up for it with her massive pair of wings shimmering with oil. (How she ran with them was anyone’s guess.) She looked to be soaked with sweat. She was wearing a tight white t shirt with a clearly visible black sports bra. She was also in tight shorts that clung to her toned backside.

“Hey.” Dash announced standing by the couch. “G, looking hot. Dweeb…” She said with a snort.

“Fuck you, Dash.” Gilda gave her the finger.

“Gonna be serious, didn’t think she’d actually come over,” the stallion commented, still petting Gilda as he sat, and she laid on his lap like an oversized cat, on the couch.

“Well duh.” She stepped forward and waved at the camera. “Hi chat, I’m Dash, or RainbowFalls if you saw me in chat.”

“They know.” Flutters rolled her eyes.

“Dash. Get stripped and get on that dick, or did you not hear my shouting due to the sound of your engine?” Gilda growled.

“Pffft, I was at the gym G, it was only a few blocks away.” Dash waved her off. “I’m all sweaty though, shouldn’t I shower off?”

“That’s Dweeb’s choice.” Gilda grumbled as she sat up and winced as she stumbled over and flopped into another chair.

“Yeah, she probably should clean up first,” CC said with a small nod.

“Yeah… be back soon!” Dash trotted out of the living room only to pause. “Wait, where’s the bathroom?”

“The good shower’s second floor, first door to the right.” Gilda called out, then shook her head. “I can’t believe she’s here.”

“Well… you did kinda invite her.” Flutters pointed out.

The stallion of the group waited for a minute longer, for the sound of Dash using the shower, before he turned to Fluttershy with a smirk. “Why don’t you go make sure she can’t cover up again so easily?” he asked the butter-pone.

Flutters blushed. Then her face grew into an absolutely devilish grin as she got up and trotted out.

“You’re an asshole, and a monster, and I love you.” Gilda rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Mm, love you too,” the stallion cooed back, looking back at the chat’s window. Oh, they liked the idea he’d had.

“What are you plotting?” Gilda asked as Flutters came back in with a bundle of clothes and sat them on the couch next to CC, before once again returning to her seat and laptop.

“Not sure if she didn’t notice, or didn’t care.” Flutters said with a shrug. Suddenly she blinked and flushed pink. “Dweeb!” She gasped and shot a look at CC.

“I’m just gonna…” He took the bundle of clothes and hid them under the couch. “There. And now she’s got nothing to wear~”

“Seriously, what are you planning.” Gilda glared. “I don’t trust you.”

“Well you were the one saying you should institute a no-clothes rule,” the stallion pointed out. “And now we kinda have.”

Gilda pointed at Flutters, who eep’d. “That was more of a joke. Or at least something limited.”

“Eh, point,” CC shrugged. “It’s not like she’s gonna take my old room and live here.”

“She has her own place. She’s not staying.” Gilda grumbled again. “I love her to death as a friend, but… she can be a bit much.”

“She can get kinda loud, and competitive… and latches onto ideas like a bulldog.” Flutters added.

“So wait. If we told her whenever she wanted to stay over she had to be naked, she’d do it?” the stallion raised a brow.

“Yeah/Absolutely.” The two girls said in unison.

“Huh.” CC blinked. Chat binged. The stallion chuckled at what they were saying.

“Oh fuck… What do they want now?” Gilda dropped her arm over her eyes.

“They want you to collar her,” the stallion said succinctly. “Since you’re the ‘alpha bitch’.”

Gilda tugged at her collar, a moment then removed her arm. She blinked at CC, then at the laptop on the table. “No.” She said flatly. “I’m fully aware and not lost in the fuck haze. No. Stop Chat.”

“Kinky, but maybe a bit much.” Flutters nodded.

“Okay! Who took my clothes?” Rainbow virtually strutted in buck naked. “Thanks. I needed them cleaned anyway.”

“Dash… I’m naked, and you’re making me uncomfortable. How do you do that?” Gilda shook her head.

“Can’t handle my awesome.” Dash took a wide stance and put her hands on her hips.

“So Dash, come join me on the couch here,” the stallion said, patting the couch and moving the laptop so the stream would be able to see the new girl in the house once she did that.

“Dweeb this is not the Casting Couch.” Gilda groaned as Dash sat down comfortably next to CC.

“Hey Studdly.” Dash smirked at him.

“Why not introduce yourself to the stream?” the stallion suggested, pointing out the camera on the laptop.

“I see it.” Dash commented as she looked at it. “And I did already. They know me.”

“Well yeah, but they’ve not seen you naked before,” CC pointed out.

“So what?” She lounged back and spread her legs. “I’m naked now and now they see it.”

“Mmm, they love that,” he admitted as the chat dinged a fair few times. “Okay, so, why not tell ‘em why you decided to come over?”

“Dweeb, quit with the bad porn dialogue.” Gilda commented. “I thought this was supposed to be laid back and amateur.”

“Oh, chill G.” Dash snorted. “So! I am here to take as much of that cock as I can.”

“Well, good luck with that,” CC commented with an evil grin as he spun two plans together. “Tell you what. You manage that, I’ll give your clothes back. You don’t, and you have to be naked every time you visit.”

“Dweeb, pause a sec. What’s the win, loss conditions? What is she supposed to manage?” Gilda asked, frowning at her coltfriend.

“Taking the whole thing on her own is a win,” CC agreed to describe the conditions. “If she needs someone to force her down, she loses.”

“Heh. What?” Rainbow blinked.

“Excuse you?” Gilda stood up. “Dweeb, I love you, but what the fuck?”

“...You were the one telling me to fuck her not twenty minutes ago,” CC pointed out, looking up at his griffonfriend. “And I quote, ‘I’ll impale her on it myself, punch her cervix every time you thrust,’ and so on.”

“Yes, I remember, but punching her cervix implies that she can’t take all of it. Meaning that the rules you’re setting aren’t fair. Yeah we are supposed to have fun here, and yes I was pissed. But I don’t want Dash actually getting hurt.” Gilda crossed her arms under her chest.

The stallion raised one finger and had a brilliant counter. “And where did I say she had to take me all in her puss?”

All three females just blinked at CC.

Gilda looked over at Dash. “Have you actually done anal?”

“Yeah, but…” Dash gestured at CC’s cock. “Damn. I’d probably have to take it slow just to get used to it.”

“And are you okay with that?” Gilda asked, sitting back down.

“I mean, maybe? Sure?” Dash shrugged. “Fuck, make Dweeb play something while I inch myself down or something.” She shrugged.

“For the most part, Chat’s actually being sensible for once and is being encouraging but cautious.” Flutters said, staring at the chat log. “Though there is the occasional pony who calls you a wimp or a pussy.” She continued, frowning.

“Okay, let’s do something a little more calm,” the stallion hummed. “That way the focus is on Dash.” He clicked out of the game he had been playing and decided to boot up a new one. “Plus, new game.”

“Lemme adjust the screens…” Flutters clicked around. “And we’re set.”

Dash stood up. “Gilda, got any lube? We’re gonna need it.” She actually grimaced a bit as she saw CC get properly hard again.

“Yeah.” Gilda nodded and quickly walked out, only to return a moment later. She handed a container to Dash. “Keep one in the downstairs bathroom, just in case.”

“Chat’s gonna love this.” Dash groaned as she unscrewed the lid, knelt down, and started slathering the lotion-like goo on CC’s cock. “I’m not sorry that it’s cold.”

“Whoo, that’s bracing,” the stallion admitted, shivering a little. “Still, I think the three hot femmes in the room will help keep me hard.” True to his word, his cock remained sticking up.

Dash shuddered as she circled her back entrance. “Yep. Might regret this.” She grumbled as she straightened and turned around. She leaned back and slid his flare between her cheeks.

“Be careful, Dash.” Gilda cautioned.

“I’ll be fine… I think.” Dash bit her lip.

“That’s what Gilda said, the first time,” CC noted idly.

“Hey, I had to take awhile to get where I got.” Gilda pointed at him.

Dash pushed slowly, hissing as she felt herself slowly part. “Why do you have to be thicc?”

“Clearly, to punish mares that think they can take me all in one go,” the stallion snarked.

“That or you’re cursed.” Flutters commented, she looked over as she hummed. “Huh that reminds me of a comic I read. A guy was cursed by a witch because he was a womanizer. The curse was he’d be too big for any female. He ended up being staked to the ground to be a sacrifice for a dragon. Turns out the curse didn’t accomodate for dragons. Not for lack of trying, every time he came he’d get longer, thicker, or his balls would grow… for some reason. He ended up fucking the dragon and kinda becoming her lover.”

“Neat.” Dash grunted as his head managed to pop inside. “F-Fuck…. Gonna need a minute…”

“Take all the time you need,” CC commented, idly starting up the game properly. “Hey Flutters, get ready to poll for a name for the place. That happens fast if you know what you’re doing.”

“Kay. Got any ideas?” Flutters asked, returning to tap away at the keyboard.

“I mean, I know what I’d like to call it, probably will start a second save just to do it off-camera, but this is about what the stupid things Chat can come up with to call it. Just keep in mind, if it’s rude or obscene, it won’t go through,” the stallion noted.

“Huh… Okay… soooo…. Some notable ones,” Flutters cleared her throat. “The Feathered Harem. The Nest. Dweeb’s Harem. … Honestly most of these have Harem in the name.”

“I like the Nest.” Gilda commented.

“Mmmmph! Same…” Dash grunted out as she slowly pushed down on CC’s shaft. The bulge he was making in her wasn’t as obvious as it would be in Gilda or Flutters, but they could take him.

“Well, how about a straw poll of the top five options,” CC posed, only pausing a bit as Dash was taking more and more of him. “Nest and four others. We’ll see what they vote for by the time it comes time to suggest a name.”

“Gotcha. Gimme a sec to pull up the polling site.” Flutters nodded.

“Doing okay, Dash?” Gilda asked, glancing between her and the TV.

“Yeah. Yep. I’m just fine.” Dash said with a hiss, nearing CC’s medial ring.

“Oh look, she’s about halfway down,” the stallion noted, one hand wrapping around to Dash’s front and groping her nearly-flat tits. Nobody said he couldn’t cheat.

“H-hey! Th-those get sensitive!” Dash snapped, jumping and causing her to slide down and bump against the ring.

“Just cause she’s an A-Cup doesn’t mean she doesn’t get anything out of them.” Gilda commented, shrugging.

“Oooh, and here I thought I was just teasing,” CC smiled. His fingers played across her breast, before flicking the erect nipple.

“Eep!” Dash yelped, clenching around his shaft.

“Keep that in mind, Chat, lack of breast doesn’t mean she doesn’t like it when I pay attention to them,” the stallion said. “I bet she has the same amount of nerve endings of Fluttershy’s tits in a smaller package.”

“That’s… probably not biologically accurate, but sure?” Flutters said with a shrug. “I mean, it’s like in any Shonen where the lead shrinks a big power by compressing it into a smaller space.”

“Weeb.” Gilda chuckled.

“Yep.” Flutters smiled at her.

“Why do you think I wear sports bras and stuff.” Dash grumbled, now back to pressing against his ring. “Ugh, seriously Dweeb, you’re only going to get so far. It might not be possible to take all of you. G and Flutters are just bigger, literally.”

“You’re just fun-sized, Dash.” Gilda grinned at the pegasus.

Dash glared at her, pouted, and flapped her wings in irritation.

“Hey, how long should we let the poll stay up?” Flutters asked.

“Until...now. Name suggestion is-” the stallion prompted Flutters as it got to the point where he could name the island.

“The Nest.” Flutters said without any fanfare. “By a large margin.”

“Heh. Okay, personal challenge then, try to get as many winged residents on the island as possible,” the stallion chuckled.

“Island? What is this, The Bachelor?” Gilda raised a brow. “Honestly, who else is there that we know?”

“What about Gabby, that girl from your hometown?” Flutters offered.

Gilda blinked and stared at Flutters. “Gabby? How do you even- Wait- She’s in the-”

“She’s in the Chat, yeah.” Flutters nodded, entirely deadpan.

“Of course, because, why wouldn’t I want a girl who was like my little sister watch me get fucked?” Gilda rubbed her eyes with her talons.

Flutters suddenly giggled.

“What?” Gilda deadpanned back at the butter pegasus.

“Sh-she called you O-Onee-chan.” Flutters said through giggles. “And her chat name is FriskyFeathers69.”

“Fucking kill me now.” Gilda groaned. “Fuck, how can we be sure it’s even-”

“She said that she caught you flicking it behind Grandpa Gruffs place.” Flutters cut her off.

“Gabs, I’ll fucking kill you!” Gilda squawked sitting up quickly.

“Sh-She live nearby?” Dash groaned a little as she made it past the ring, slowly sinking down even further. “This feels so weird, don’t think I like it all that much, but, it was a bet… ish.”

“Oh, she’s halfway across the country.” Flutters commented. “Aaaand now Chat is chanting Road Trip since Gabs said she wanted to visit her sister.”

“Ugh… I can imagine the incest comments. Gross. Kill me now.” Gilda grumbled resting her head in her talons. “Well, the plus side, even if she leaves now, it’ll take a couple days to get here by driving.”

“If Chat pays all of Gabby’s travel expenses, I’ll fuckin’ keep her here like I do you,” the stallion quipped at the hen. “Waking up with a hen on each arm sounds good to me.”

“Ummm Dweeb? Gabs said that she likes blowjobs and talonjobs, but hates anal, and doesn’t really get off by vaginal. She said to tell you, as she says just in case that’s a deal breaker.” Flutters read off.

“So we warm up with Gabby, go into fucking Gilda, and then it’s the Dash marathon hour as she tries to stretch to take me,” CC commented. “I’m not seeing a problem here.”

“On that note, I’m coming up on my limit here.” Dash gasped, she still had a few inches. “At this point fuck me losing, I just don’t wanna end up in the hospital from something like this.”

“Wanna stop, Dash?” Gilda asked, looking up and over at her friend.

“Gimme a sec.” She seemed to try to push then stopped. “Yeah, that’s it. Not going any farther.”

“Someone get a measuring tape to tell how far she got,” CC quipped.

“I got it.” Flutters set her laptop down and trotted over to the kitchen. She shuffled through some drawers until she pulled out a measuring tape. As she walked back over, she commented. “Oh, Chat was wondering about fucking G in every room of the house. A room a day, so they say.” She knelt in front of the pair and unrolled the tape. “She’s missing… three inches, almost exactly.”

“Whelp, guess that’s that. Dash is too small to take me,” the stallion chuckled. “I’ll stick to fucking Gilda then, she at least squeaks and chirps when I hilt in her.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” Dash grunted as she slowly slid herself up and off of him, as Flutters returned to her seat.

“I’ll be the main, and occasionally, you’ll get to do something with the other two. Maybe make it a donation-based thing for the next stream or something.” Gilda offered, relaxing back into her seat.

“Idea,” CC said out loud. “Every stream, we vote on who the focus of the next one is. Those who donate get their votes counted for more. Nobody who votes for free gets excluded, but we have to afford the costs of living here, so those who toss money at the screens get their voices heard first. So like, if you donate five bucks, you get twice as much sway, and so on.”

“And Chat agrees.” Flutters nodded.

“Basically, yeah.” Gilda nodded.

“And, I’m gonna go shower again.” Dash winced. “Oh that’s gonna feel weird for a bit.” Dash half-stumbled off to the hallway.

“Huh, she’s walking with a bit of a limp there, and we didn’t even get to the point where I’d fuck her brains out,” CC commented. “Anyways, time to start playing properly!”

“Do it.” Gilda nodded. “Should we stop the stream for now?”

“We did make quite a bit already today.” Flutters added. “Though they’re requesting something later this evening.”

“Like I said, Chat, if you put a description in the donation as to what it’s going to - In this case, the Gabby Relocation fund - then when that goal gets met - likely a couple thousand - Then you get things. And we’ll try to put on a good enough show for you.” CC nodded to the camera. “For now, let’s turn off the main cameras and just have the gameplay going on, it’s still early in this game’s life. I think I’ll play for about an hour, get the first day stuff done, show it off for the stream. Suggestions are open for after-dinner fun.”

“Lemme… Kay, camera’s off. And, a poll has been made for this evening’s show.” Flutters chewed her lip as she worked.

“Great. I’m putting something comfortable on.” Gilda said, getting up. She walked by and kissed the top of CC’s head. “Have fun.”

“Flutts, pass me my boxers, I think they’re by your chair, please?” the stallion asked. “It’s really all I should be wearing until after the next show.”

Flutters bent over her chair and tossed them to him. “And while you play, I’ll work on things like a website.” Suddenly Flutters blinked. “Soooo… CC? Your, our, whoever’s this show is, is getting up there in regular watchers. We’re right behind the top streamers.”

She flipped her laptop around to show two ponies and a changeling.

The Queen kissed the Princess and rode the Prince’s face, while the Princess rode the Prince’s cock.

“We’re right behind The Royal Trio.”