Author's Note

Characters included in this chapter: Raven Inkwell, OC’s (Sage, Aqua)

Sexual acts included in this chapter: F/M, F/F, Foalcon, Host/Hostess, Masturbation (Male and Female), Voyeurism, Dirty Talk, Nipple-Play, Cum-Eating (Male and Female), Foodplay, Incest-play (Maybe ), and M/F/F Threesome.

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE:
I read something very like this once—I think it even starred Raven, but I may be wrong about that. I don’t remember the name of it, but this is my more sexualized take on the idea.

A Relaxing Dinner Out (Or…Scene From A Fuck-araunt)

It had been a long day—well, a long week, actually. Raven Inkwell, personal assistant to Princess Celestia, could barely believe just how little her workload had decreased, even after Princess Luna had taken her rightful role as a full-fledged ruler of the nation. She was, in fact, just barely back to the level she’d been at before the night princess’s return.

Though she couldn’t help but be impressed that Princess Luna had managed to catch up on enough of what she’d missed to take the throne in a little over a year.

“And just in time, too. At least if the palace rumors about Princess Cadance planning to propose to Captain Shining Armor are true.” Raven thought, stopping in the middle of the street to shudder at the thought of all the extra mountains of work that would come with a…a ROYAL WEDDING! “There is no precedent at all for something like that in Equestrian history. Literally! The last princess to get married was Platinum’s mother, for Celestia’s sake!”

After a moment of silent dread, Raven finally realized she’d stopped in the middle of the street, and started walking again. Fortunately for her, the streets weren’t very busy at the moment, so she hadn’t caused any problems. Also fortunately, it wasn’t but a half-dozen blocks to her destination, and it was only a few minutes before she was reached the large, but nondescript building. Despite being well away from the castle, Raven thought it was well worth the walk. It was one of the unicorn’s overall favorite places in the city, and her favorite place to eat. And with good reason.

Pushing open the door, Raven walked right through the waiting area, approaching the maître d’. Who was also one of the owners of the place.

“Good evening, Miss Inkwell.” the well-groomed cow behind the podium greeted the friendly-if-maybe-not-quite-a-friend regular, warmly.

“And a good evening to you too, Bless.” Raven replied, just as warmly.

“The usual?” Bless asked.

“All the way.” Raven confirmed.

“Then follow me.” Bless said, with a smile and a nod. Then she turned around and started heading towards the back of the building, with Raven automatically falling in behind. As she followed the large, black form—which moved across the semi-crowded main dining room with almost as much casual grace as Celestia—Raven casually glanced around at the other patrons. The pony majority was no surprise, and neither was the cattle minority. The five zebras along the near wall were, though. As was the red-colored guernsey being milked by two of them. If only because they were doing it by hoof, when most of the cows preferred to be suckled.

Which was exactly what was happening at another table, on the other side of the room. A small filly, a little too young for a cutie mark, had one pink teat in her mouth. The waitress had her head down, and appeared to be returning the filly’s favor to her father. And the young mare—who could’ve been the filly’s older sister or her mother—was casually fondling under the cow’s tail. Just as Raven looked away, the young mare brought her hoof to her mouth to taste the cow’s crème.

And at another table, a stallion had his dick out. It was fully hard, and leaking pre-cum into a cup of something Raven couldn’t identify from where she was. In addition to the cup he was seasoning, the waiter was holding his cock in his magic, so he didn’t stain his uniform, as well as a second cup awaiting his attentions. Though considering there were three mares at the table, he’d probably already finished with one.

A minute later, Bless was showing Raven into one of the many private rooms, which were what really set this restaurant apart from its many competitors. While the cow servicing the stallion might be skirting the line of what the restaurant allowed in the public areas, the private rooms—where Bless was leading Raven—were much more permissive. Just about anything went, so long as it was legal.

(Being nowhere near Restaurant Row, the establishment had needed to develop a gimmick to ever be more than a small neighborhood eatery. And conversely, the gimmick they had come up with made sure they’d never be able to move or expand anywhere near the Row. After all, a restaurant was for eating, socializing, and being seen—or at least glimpsed, in the most exclusive establishments—not rutting.)

“Is there anything I can get you while you wait?” Bless asked, as Raven approached the plush couch in front of the table—big enough for four cattle—and arranged the cushions.

“No, I’m fine.” Raven told her, settling on her side and removing her collar.

“Any preferences regarding your companions’ genders?”

“One of each.” Raven told the maître d’. “And an extra fruit bowl for us to share, please.”

“Of course, Miss Inkwell.” Bless said, smiling. “I’ll send them in with the fruit bowl right away, and someone else will bring your meal once it’s ready.” And with that, the cow closed the door, leaving the pony alone, though she knew it wouldn’t be for long. While she waited, she poured herself a small glass of ice water from the pitcher, which was the only thing on the table.

She’d sipped most of it by the time the door opened again, letting in two young unicorns. One was a forest-green colt with light blue eyes, adorably messy mane—black, or a really dark brown—tail in a wrap the same color as his coat, and a leafy sprig of some kind for a cutie mark. He was well into his growth spurt, at the lanky, almost awkward stage. Her favorite.

“Hello, Miss. My name’s Sage.” the colt introduced himself. His voice hadn’t dropped yet, but she could easily imagine it cracking, especially during the throes of passion. “And this is my sister, Aqua.” he added, leaning against the filly and nuzzling her neck, smiling naughtily Raven’s way. At least, it was supposed to be. It actually came across as slightly goofy, but that only made him more appealing to the older unicorn.

“Hi there, Miss.” the filly said, in a voice aiming for breathy, but was a little too squeaky. Her bedroom eyes were dead on, though. She was a head shorter than the colt, and built the same way, though she was a touch more filled-out. So she was probably within a year or two of the colt. Strangely enough, she had a robin’s egg coat and dark green eyes, the exact opposite of the colt. Her mane was the same black-brown as Sage’s, and done up in braided pigtails. Her tail was wrapped, like Sage’s, though in a light blue cloth that matched her coat, instead of the colt’s green. Also like Sage’s, the wrap covered most of her tail, leaving just the tip free, like a cow’s. Raven couldn’t see her cutie mark, with the way Sage was leaning against her.

Raven hadn’t seen the two of them before, so they probably hadn’t been working here long. And while Raven doubted they were really siblings, their colors at least made it seem possible. But she had no reason not to play along. So she beckoned the foals over with a lazy wiggle of her hoof. Sage’s horn—mostly hidden by his messy mane—started glowing, and the bowl of fruit the pair had brought was levitated by a reddish-brown field.

“Is there anything we can do for you while we wait?” Aqua asked.

“Well…” Raven started, before stretching, as slowly and sexily as she could, making sure the foals got a good look at her. Then she settled on her belly, legs spread loosely in front and behind her, before continuing, “It’s been a long week, and I could really use a massage.”

Aqua quickly climbed on the couch with Raven and started pressing her hooves into the white flank. Sage quickly joined her after setting the bowl down, going to work on her shoulders. Everypony was quiet for a moment, before Raven spoke up.

“So, you’re brother and sister, huh?” she asked lazily. “Which one of you is older?”

”I am.” ”We’re twins.” they answered together.

“But I’m still older.” Sage added, with self-satisfaction.

“Only seven minutes.” Aqua complained.

“But I was born just before midnight, so technically, I’m a day older than you.”

“No, you’re still only seven minutes older. Technically or otherwise.” the filly insisted.

Raven was almost convinced they actually were siblings—they sure had the bickering down pat—but their story was just over the top. “Maybe enough to edge into ‘too ridiculous to be made up’ territory?” she briefly wondered. But then she internally shrugged it off as unimportant, and just enjoyed the massage, with all three of them taking the occasional bite of fruit. It wasn’t the best, of course, since the two were barely into their teens, if that, but just the thought of being pampered by a couple adoring foals was relaxing enough.

Plus, the way Sage was standing, she could see his scrotum swinging as he worked his hooves. A minute or two of that view had her tail flagged as high as it would go and her scent filling the room. As he moved further down her body, she turned her head and slowly breathed out, wafting warm breath across his balls. When he moaned and shuddered, she smiled and did it again.

Just then, the door opened, and in walked a greyish-blue unicorn, with a tray on his back. He approached the table and moved the tray off his back.

“Fall blossom salad with the house vinaigrette dressing.” he announced, moving a bowl and a bottle off the tray. Then he set a large platter in front of her and lifted the cloche to reveal, “Butternut squash ravioli, in butter sauce.” After letting her see the food, he covered it back up to keep it warm. Next came, “A bowl of seasonal fruit, and a carafe of extra-fresh milk.” He finished the setup by placing three glasses beside the insulated container.

“Can I get you anything else?” he asked, picking up the tray.

“No thank you, Service. I’m good. Sage, Aqua? Do you two need anything?”

“I’m good.”

“Me, too.”

“In that case, have a good evening.” Service said with a quick bow, before taking his leave.

Once the stallion was gone, Raven picked up both foals in her magic, then moved the food to one side. Then she set them both on the table, Sage facing her, and Aqua facing away.

“Can I get you something to drink, Miss?” Aqua asked, lighting her horn. “Or would you rather we put on a show before your meal?”

“A little of both.” Raven said, lifting the filly’s tail. She also picked up her glass from earlier and drained the last o the water in it, before telling Aqua, “Get yourself off for me.”

“Yes, Miss.” Aqua said happily, reaching back to rub her pussy with one pale blue hoof. She moaned softly as she moved her hoof up and down. After a few seconds, her pussy winked for the first time. Then a few seconds later, it happened again. And again.

Raven couldn’t actually see the filly winking, because of the blue hoof, but she could hear the distinctive sound. She could also smell the waves of arousal coming off the filly with every flex of the dark lips. As the winking sped up, Raven reached out with her magic and gripped the tiny, undeveloped nipples in her magic, making Aqua gasp and work her hoof faster.

“I’m getting close.” Aqua gasped, after several seconds of gentle tugging and tweaking.

“That’s it. Keep going.” Raven said, in her sultriest voice. “Keep rubbing that pretty little pussy for me. Mm, it smells so good. I can’t wait to taste your cum.”

“I’m almost there.” Aqua squeaked, her hoof moving even faster.

“Move your hoof.”

“What?”

“Move your hoof so I can finish you off.” Raven told her. She did, and Raven’s magic wrapped around Aqua’s clit, during the next wink. She pinched it softly a couple times, pushing Aqua over the edge, and the filly came with a squeal, her whole body jerking.

Raven held her glass up to Aqua’s squirting pussy, even as she kept working the filly’s clit and nipples, extending her orgasm. She managed to catch almost all of the filly’s ejaculate, filling the glass almost a third of the way by the time the filly calmed down. And when Aqua’s legs gave out, the older mare caught her in her magical grip. Then she rolled onto her side and tucked the filly between her forelegs. Once she had the filly settled, Raven took a sip from her glass. The taste was slightly bitter, with a metallic hint. Maybe not great in big gulps, but definitely good for sipping.

“Now it’s your turn.” Raven said, turning to look at Sage. “But first, pour your sister something to drink.”

“Alright. Hey, Aqua, you want milk or water?” he asked.

“Water, please.” Aqua murmured tiredly, and Sage quickly poured a glass, before floating it over to her. She quickly gulped it down as Raven sipped from her glass again and Sage poured himself a glass of milk. After watching what happened with Aqua, his mouth and throat were pretty dry, so he also poured himself a glass of milk, chugging most of it in one go. Thanks to the insulated carafe, the milk is still just as warm as when it had come out of Maybelle. (Who also happened to be Bless’s wife.)

“Ready now?” Raven asked, as Sage set the glass down.

“Yeah. Where do you want me?” he answered.

“Right here, in front of me.” she told him, and he stepped forward. Watching Aqua clop herself had also made his cock hard as a rock, and he felt it bouncing underneath him.

“Now spread your legs. I want a clear view of that hard colt cock of yours.” was Raven’s next order. “Ooh, mottled. That’s rare.” she said, taking in the pink head with its almost-black splotches.

“Yeah, everypony says that.” Sage admitted, a touch self-consciously.

“Well, it’s not like it’s a bad thing. It’s just kind of neat to look at. But what I really want to see right now is you, slapping off.”

“Really? Now that’s rare.” Sage said, before flexing his pelvic muscles.

*WHAP!*

His cock hit his barrel solidly, the head a bit behind his diaphragm, which was about average, especially for his age. Another flex…

*WHAP!*

…Another solid hit rang out. This time, Sage shivered as he really noticed the softness of his coat against the top of his heated shaft.

*WHAP!*

The third slap felt even better, and he started to pick up the pace. The hungry look in his customer’s eyes as she absent-mindedly stroked Aqua’s side and cutie mark only spurred him on.

A couple dozen slaps later, Raven licked her lips and leaned in as close as she could, her nose brushing through his thin chest fluff and between his forelegs. Then she exhaled heavily, and the puff of warm air washed over the head of his cock, making him shiver again and lose his rhythm.

The next breath followed the next slap, and made his tip flare and his hind hooves start stomping. The one after that made his flare reach its full size.

Raven was so surprised by how huge Sage’s flare was, she almost stopped her teasing exhalations. And she almost missed the half-restrained whinny the fourth wave of warm breath drew out of the colt. That meant she barely moved her head back and levitated her salad bowl under the green barrel in time to catch the first blast of his cum. She recovered qui
ckly, though, and oved her mouth to whisper in his ear.

“That’s it, baby.” she growled huskily. “Dress my salad with your. Thick. Hot. Jizz. Get alllll that tasty foal-batter out of your little balls. Just keep slapping that speckled cock until the very last drop shoots out of your great big, huge flare.”

Her voice in his ear made Sage shudder and gasp, his cock flexing one last time, releasing a surprise surge of cum.

The colt’s quivering body let Raven know that he was finished, and she moved the bowl away, before easing him to the table’s surface, a little to one side. Then she set the bowl back in front of herself, finally ready to eat. The salad was a little over half kale, while various flower petals made up the rest.

Not that Raven could see much of anything under all the cum. Sage had shot more than Raven had expected, but she wasn’t going to complain. Even if it was a little more dressing than she preferred on her salad.

“Here. Let me toss that for you.” Aqua said, lighting her horn. She grabbed the utensils and spent several seconds mixing Sage’s cum into the salad, getting it on every leaf and petal. And while she was doing that, Sage poured himself another glass of milk. He sipped it slowly, recovering, as he watched Aqua feed their customer while nuzzling her. She rubbed her nose up and down the mare’s neck sensually, occasionally snuffling her mane or ear, or nipping her playfully.

About halfway through the salad, Sage felt recovered enough to join in again.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Miss?” he asked. And when Raven spread her hindlegs to reveal her teats, Sage took the hint and hopped off the table. He quickly moved around the couch until her small, grey breasts were in front of him. He took one nipple between his lips and started gently suckling, letting his eyes slip closed.

For the next few minutes, Raven just enjoyed the tender ministrations of the foals, while slowly being fed the cum-covered salad. And while she wasn’t lactating, Raven found the faux-nursing relaxing, instead of arousing. Even more than the filly’s nuzzling and nipping.

Eventually, the salad was all gone, and it was time for the main course. But first, it was time for a refill of her drink, which she’d been almost finished. So she moved Aqua around in front of her and kissed the filly, quickly working her tongue between the blue lips. And after a few moments of kissing, Raven worked her magic between the filly’s swollen pussy lips to grab her clit. A couple minutes of kissing, caressing, and magical teasing later, and Aqua was squirting again, refilling Raven’s glass.

After taking a quick sip, Raven levitated Sage onto the table, so he could pour Aqua something to drink. And after she drank the still-cool water, Raven tucked her up against her belly, facing opposite the opposite direction as herself. That put the filly’s muzzle in easy reach of her teats, and Aqua obeyed the unspoken order, taking one between her lips.

Seeing his proclaimed-sister occupied, Sage lifted the cloche from the ravioli, and started feeding it to Raven. Unlike the salad, where Sage’s semen had overwhelmed the delicate flavors of the flowers, Raven could fully enjoy all the seasonings in the thick sauce and in the filling. She even shared a few bites with both foals.

Halfway through, Raven finished her second serving of filly-cum, but instead of having Aqua refill it again, she opted for milk—still warm, thanks to the carafe.

When she was done eating, Raven was finally ready to deal with her arousal. And after Aqua had given her so much to drink this evening so far, it was only fair that she give the filly a little in return.

“Aqua.” she said, getting the attention of the still suckling filly. “It’s time to put your mouth to another use.”

As the filly got to her hooves and stretched, Raven rolled onto her belly, wincing slightly as her tender nipple rubbed on the cushion. She repositioned herself so she could watch the filly eat her out. Despite that, she couldn’t help gasping and jerking when she felt the small tongue touch her heated flesh. She didn’t even bother trying to hold in her moans as Aqua carefully ran her tongue over her pouty, swollen lips.

But after almost an hour of arousal, no amount of caution would’ve kept Raven from cumming hard and fast. In fact, it was only a few seconds before the filly’s tongue brushed against the mare’s winking clit, and Raven screamed as she came. She also squirted all over Aqua’s face.

To her credit, after the first shot, Aqua managed to catch most of Raven’s cum in her mouth and swallow it. After smelling her client’s arousal all through the meal, the taste was exactly what she expected. Mellow, with a hint of sweetness. Aqua worked her tongue carefully, easing Raven down from her orgasm, but not extending it by much. She didn’t let the older mare ease all the way down, though. As powerful as that orgasm had been, her job was to leave her dinner companion as relaxed as possible, and she knew the mare needed at least a couple more orgasms to reach that point.

As Raven recovered from her stupor, her arousal climbing again as Aqua’s small tongue worked all over her pussy, she noticed Sage standing on the table, his cock fully extended.

“Buck her.” she told him, nodding towards Aqua, and she saw his eyes light up.

“Alright!” he said—all but shouted—eagerly, moving to the edge of the table and hopping down. The lanky colt scrambled up behind the blue filly, mounted her, and shoved his cock into her roughly, making her yelp. He barely gave her a second or two to adjust before starting to pump his hips, but knowing that Raven’s scent had been teasing him for the whole meal, neither of the others could blame the young teen for being overeager and graceless.

Seeing the colt rutting the filly so frantically and feeling the filly’s tongue pushing deep into her had Raven racing towards orgasm almost as quickly as Sage. Or more quickly, as it turned out, since her throaty groan of release made his tip grow to its full, oversized flare. And feeling both of her partners cumming set off Aqua’s third orgasm of the evening. Though after the earlier two, she was able to keep her tongue working over the grey flesh in front of her.

Some minutes later, as Sage pulled out of her, Aqua started working Raven up to another climax.

Forty minutes later, the three ponies were cuddled together, sharing the last of the fruit. All three of them were completely relaxed. Even Sage, who had no real interest in doing anything with his half-hard cock. Three times in two hours was enough for him. (For now, at least.)

“Thanks very much, you two.” Raven eventually said. “I really needed that.” Despite her words, she showed no sign of getting up anytime soon. While her legs were no longer weak from her five climaxes, she had nowhere to be, and all weekend to get there. And she always reserved the private room until closing.

“We’re happy to be of service, Miss.” Aqua said, lazily nuzzling Sage.

“Yeah, totally.” the green colt agreed. “You should ask for us the next time you’re here.”

“I prefer variety, so probably not the next time.” Raven admitted. “But the time after that…maybe.” ”Probably not then, either, but there’s no point in being rude.” she thought, popping another orange wedge in her mouth.