The pulse of her heartbeat was so loud as her eyes locked onto the new target, that Trixie thought for a moment she might burst an eardrum.

Right before her, without the least bit of shame or modesty, stiffly standing up with pride… was her employer’s big, black, very erect, throbbing stallionhood.

Trixie had seen stallionhoods before, of course. In a society where the flick of a tail due to a fly bite or a gust of wind could reveal a pony’s nethers to the entire public, she’d gotten an eyeful of most of her classmates’ junk at some point or another, even glances at teachers, shop mares, and trades-stallions around town. It really wasn’t that uncommon.

But ponies tended to be more delicate about overt arousal.

Walking around with a flagged tail and a winking marehood was obscene, and colts and stallions could sometimes be spotted sitting awkwardly or lying down for no reason… except to hide an inadvertent erection out of decency and shame from their fellow townsfolk.

There was no such shame in Filthy, here in his home.

And Trixie really didn’t see anything he should be ashamed about.

She may not have seen many erect stallions bobbing about town, but that didn’t mean that there was a thriving, illicit trade between the fillies at her high school, trading dirty magazines of famously large porn-studs and lewd photographs of cuter colts in class. The trade could be especially thriving in the spring months when the rapidly maturing fillies would find themselves beset with new biological urges that would test their chastity. Fillies could be worse than even the randiest teen-colts during those springtimes in their ogling of the male form, and Trixie was familiar with the wide variety of phallic possibilities that existed in Equestria, despite having never seen one with her own eyes, ‘in the flesh’, so to speak.

And what she was looking at now blew her away. Forget the diminutive size of the much-copied, once private (until shared by their boastful filly friends), photos of her colt classmates… what she was looking at now made even the famous stallions of the almost-fetishistic ‘Size Princess - Big Boys Edition’ magazine look average.

Trixie’s eyes sparkled and her ears flicked upward with uncontrolled excitement as her body naturally reacted to the sight it was seeing...

Unlike his brown body, Filthy’s huge stallionhood was jet black. It shone with either a polished-smooth skin or a light sheen of lubricant… and it was so magnificent that Trixie had to observe it in parts, slowly tracing her gaze along its rugged, masculine presence.

She started from the bottom, where her shameful stain had once been. She couldn’t see it now, as a heavy pouch of male orchids covered it entirely. Filthy’s large ballsack poured over the edge of the couch. Two heavy eggs sat with pendulous mass in its rugged, manly purse, which twitched and flexed naturally under the changing temperatures. Trixie imagined the smell that had been driving her mad, it must have been dripping off those beautiful orbs!

Her eyes went higher, to the slick, veiny base of her boss’s stallionhood. It was thick. Terrifyingly thick. She heard the famous old mare’s adage that ‘things grow bigger in the country’, but Filthy’s leg-thick girth made her think that was a huge understatement. Huge ridges and veins added even more to the width in select areas, right up to a medial ring that looked more like a donut that she could purchase at Sugarcube Corner than something that would fit in her. From there it stretched upward, longer and longer, towering to a stupendous height. It easily reached above Filthy’s belly button, over 18 inches of pure stallion.

And the head.

Trixie swallowed inadvertently as she looked at the hoof-sized dome of meat. A slender neck from the tapering end of the shaft quickly ballooned outward to an aggressive ring of a bumpy, ridged glans. The gleaming, throbbing meatus had a single wide slit that looked more like a milkshake straw, which was clearly leaking something clear that trailed down the impossible length.

Trixie blinked, stumbled, then laughed nervously with shame, turning her head away decently to look at a spot on the ceiling, even as her eyes continually darted back to the incredible sight, confirming that this monstrous delight in front of her was indeed real.

“S-s-sorry… I… uh…” Trixie stammered out, unsure why she was apologizing. Spoiled and Filthy seemed completely casual about his overtly erotic display, if anything they were amused at her response.

“I’m sure you don’t mind me stretching out and getting a bit of air, right Trixie?” Filthy asked casually. “It can be so stuffy and tiring hiding this thing all evening, and I know you’re a mature young mare that isn’t bothered by such trifles.”

“O-of… of cou-, y-yeah!” Trixie stammered, still trying to avoid blatantly staring at her employer’s massive presence. But she was bothered. Her body was screaming out as if that warmth between her legs had grown to a fire… it was quickly becoming a furnace. Her biology was suddenly sensing that there was a strong, very virile male nearby.

And it was reacting.

Really reacting.

If this was anywhere else - at school, or in public… she’d probably be shrieking in offense and storming out. But something about how relaxed and easy the Riches seemed to be, and the nagging and unlikely scenarios playing in her head that urged her to ‘go with the flow’ and see where this might take her, caused her to try to show her own casual, mature indifference to the situation.

A sweating, lip-biting, body-trembling, tail-beginning-to-lift indifference.

Spoiled grinned, noticing Trixie’s powerful reaction and her failing attempts to stifle it. “He is rather impressive when he’s all pent up, isn’t he?” She clicked her tongue and reached over grasping the head of her husband’s stallionhood casually as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do in front of their young babysitter. “But let me tell you, it is most inconvenient to have such a thing bobbing about when you’re out trolling, it scares half the eligible mares away.”

“T-trolling?” Trixie gulped, eyes fixated on the way Spoiled’s hoof was grasping the hard black flesh of Filthy’s huge endowment. It wasn’t squishy at all, completely unyieldingly rigid against her hoof.

“Mm. Quite,” Spoiled sighed as if Trixie were an uncultured fool for even asking. The prim socialite turned away from her husband, though she was still massaging his tip, speaking directly at Trixie even as her hoof began to slowly stroke up and down without her needing to focus on her lewd actions. “It’s all the fashion in Canterlot, you know… swinging?”

“Sw-swinging?” Trixie gulped, her eyes darting from the snarky gaze of Spoiled to the grinning-with-pleasure face of Filthy… to the pumping hoof that couldn’t even come close to encircling the meaty shaft.

“It’s when a married couple invites another pony into their bed or even swaps partners.” Spoiled’s snark turned into a grin as she noticed the discomfort and unease rising in Trixie’s visage. “In Prance, they might even have two stallions to a mare, though Filthy won’t entertain such an idea…”

“I may not have many limits, dear, but I do have some,” He chuckled, shifting his hips to let his wife hoof him off more comfortably in front of their teenage sitter. “Speaking of limits…”

Trixie watched Filthy’s face contort slightly, a momentary grimace under his wife’s swirling-hoof ministrations. And then a large spurt of clear, sticky, thick liquid launched from his tip, arcing in a graceful parabola to land with enough force on the beautiful rosewood floor to make an audible splatter. The burble of essence didn’t stop there, trickling now constantly from his straining head to coat his virility with a sheen of slick sexiness.

“Ah, excuse me.”

“And what hope do we have to attract a third when you have this thing, leaking and terrifying these provincial natives?” Spoiled rolled her eyes and tsked, semi-swatting her husband’s length.

Trixie was stunned by the sight of what she’d just seen. But even more so, she was rocked by the smell.

That huge shot of stallion pre-ejaculate stank with the rich, testosterone-laden musk of Filthy’s studliness. She could almost see the fog of hot, steaming pheromones spreading from the puddle where the pre-ejaculation had landed, filling the room and her nostrils with the stench of him.

That coiled spring in Trixie’s belly buckled, bending under the new olfactory forces suddenly applied to it. Her body trembled and shook, muscles firing. Her fillyhood clenched and strained, in ways it never had before, like it had a mind of its own. It jittered, an abortive first run of muscles that were hitherto unused, then launched into what its biology had been designed to do.

She winked.

The wracking strain of her pelvic floor muscles caused her insides to feel like they were pouring out of her, stretching her nethers open and exposing boiling pink inner-walls to the relatively cooler air of the Rich’s home.

For a brief moment, Trixie was relieved that she was facing her employers - that there was a chance that her first wink might possibly pass unnoticed… though the adults’ knowing and clever glances seemed to suggest otherwise.

But then she winked again.

Harder.

This time she felt her tail flag up into the air, her dock driven there by the spasm of what felt like every fiber of her powerful glutes. This time her blooming nethers clenched even more stringently, and she felt her lovebud, that little nub of hidden pleasure, shoot out from its deep hiding spot to strain out into the open air, revealing the teenager’s large clit to the world for the first time.

Still, that would have maybe been out of sight… maybe even her silly-stupidly involuntary grin and eye twitch on her contorted face could have been explained away. Maybe she could have slammed her aching rump to the cool floor and tried to laugh off her sudden seizure-like reaction to her boss’s pheromones…

Except the final clench had come with a wet finish.

She squirted.

It was so relieving, and embarrassing, all at once. A hot splatter of sticky teen-filly cum sprayed out of her body with chaotic inefficiency. It wasn’t her bladder - she could feel it coming from deeper inside her, from the swollen tissue of her nethers… and yet it was no less embarrassing.

The sound of hot mare-cum pitter-pattering onto her posh employers’ floor, the feel of the sticky, juice trickling down her inner-thighs and running over her hooves to join the existing puddle, the very noticeable odor of her own pungent arousal flooding into the mix of hedonistic fog already present.

She felt like she’d wet her pants in front of the whole school assembly.

“O-oh G-goddess, I’m so sorr-”

“Not on the carpet, please,” Spoiled intoned, bored, more concerned about the unspeakable liquid pool approaching her pristine Saddle Arabian hoof-woven rug than the fact her babysitter had just creamed herself in front of her. She pointed with her hoof at the stain already appearing on the beautiful threads.

“Oh, oh I… I’ll clea-”

“Leave it.” Filthy laughed with a good-hearted smile looking over at his still-stroking wife. “I’ll buy you another one, sweetie… please don’t make Trixie feel uncomfortable.”

“Hmmph,” She grunted, then cast a knowing glance at Trixie. “Anyway, you see what I mean when I say finding a suitable mare to satisfy this thing has proven difficult?”

“A-ah,” Trixie mumbled, unsure what to say, what to think, what to do. She lifted a rear-hoof out of the puddle of her own shame.

“Although,” Spoiled ceased her pumping and hopped onto her hooves, trotting up to the frozen, quivering teen, “I have had my eye on one unicorn in Ponyville.”

Trixie could scarcely breathe. The way this mare so easily moved into her space, the way her well-bred hips swayed as she confidently strode across the room and put her muzzle right off of hers.

“Oh? You haven’t told me about her, sweetie,” Filthy teased, coyly raising an eyebrow.

“Sure I have, darling.” Spoiled casually shook her head, then began to walk around Trixie, like a drill-sergeant inspecting a royal guard recruit. “She has blue fur, silver-sparkling mane… the most lovely lavender eyes… and a flank you could bounce a bit off of.” As she said this last part, she ran a hoof over Trixie’s left buttock, squeezing casually like she already owned the body-part in question.

“Why do you like mare’s butts to be so athletic, sweetie?” Filthy shook his head with bemusement.

“Well, when they have tight flanks, other things tend to be tight as well, darling.”

Spoiled said this as she circled right behind Trixie, making her shiver - she knew at this very moment, with her tail hiked high in arousal, Spoiled could see every bit of her, and she knew that there a good deal of her vision would be filled with pink flesh.

For an instant, Trixie could feel what she thought was Spoiled’s breath along her exposed plot, sending another quiver through her.

“I almost forgot how much you enjoy the taste of a mare, sweetie,” Spoiled waggled his eyebrows.

“This unicorn looked particularly delicious. Positively dripping. The young ones are always so eager.”

Filthy smiled at the sight of his wife inspecting Trixie’s plot like a carnivore inspecting a side of beef, not caring that the young teen looked to be almost melting with embarrassed anxiety, “Do you think she’d spread her hooves for you?”

“I hope so,” Spoiled chuckled, finishing her circling. “I think so. The last time I saw her, she was quivering like a leaf with desire.”

“Not every mare is a filly-fooler, dear,” Filthy warned, gripping his own stallionhood for the first time and giving it a delicate waggle. “You may have seen her while she was thinking of her coltfriend.”

“Perhaps,” Spoiled crossed back to Trixie’s front, then leaned in close to her ear and whispered, clearly for her, “but I think if I asked her, she’d let me show her just what a lady can accomplish with her tongue.” At this, Spoiled let her tongue loll out of her mouth, then deliberately, languidly snaked it in front of Trixie’s nose.

It was so long. So flexible, almost freakishly so. Trixie could feel her heart thumping in her ears again… was this really happening?

Deliberately, slowly, Spoiled let that usually venomous tongue of hers dance a little flicking jig in mid-air, clearly showing her skill. The darting end left no doubt as to what this gyrating skill could accomplish when applied… and Trixie’s imagination was already going wild with just how amazing that little skillful end could quench the burning ache that seemed to throb into her every thought.

“Y-yes…” T-trixie whispered out of her mouth. She wasn’t even sure she’d said it. She didn’t even know what she’d meant by saying it.

Everything was just so… so… overwhelming. These feelings, the way these two sophisticated ponies were casually flirting with her.

It slipped out of her - as if some other desire-driven part of her mind had hijacked her consciousness for the brief moment to answer the unspoken question.

“Well well well,” Spoiled clucked, her blue eyes darting off of Trixie’s for a moment and focusing on her cheek, “What’s this?”

Spoiled’s talented tongue slid in and painted itself across Trixie’s left cheek, leaving a deep, wet trail in its wake. Trixie couldn’t believe it was happening, had no idea what to do. Her mouth opened slightly, expecting the kiss to come just like it would in the movies.

Her first kiss.

But instead, the mare’s hot tongue finished its lick and retreated to the safety of Spoiled’s own mouth.

“Chocolate crumbs?” Spoiled looked over her shoulder at the kitchen for a brief moment before flicking her eyes back to Trixie. She gazed deep into them with the striking focus of a predator as she spoke to her husband. “I believe our babysitter decided to not only eat the cookies we left out for her but had the audacity to take a slice of my birthday cake!”

Trixie squeaked in dismay and fear, she was so off-balance, words just came bumbling out of her. “OhgoshI’msosorryIthoughtitw-”

A hoof to her mouth silenced her.

Filthy smiled and quickly responded. “Well dear, I think it’s only fair that you get to eat something of hers then.”

Trixie’s eyes widened. She felt like her heart was going to explode. There was so much adrenaline coursing through her veins, so much fear and nervousness and excitement and inexperience… she felt like she’d just finished running the fitness test for gym class. She was all shakes and jitters as Spoiled took her by the hoof and led her over to the couch.

“I believe you’re right, darling.”

With an easy flick of her hooves, Spoiled guided Trixie onto the couch, next to her husband, sitting back into the cushions, taking the weight off her bottom. In this position, it was so easy to let her hips fall to their sides, so natural…

But she couldn’t do this, could she? She was just here to babysit! How had this all happened, so fast? What was going on?

Trixie tried to squeeze her hips closed, despite the grinding heat she could feel when she did so.

Was this really happening? Could she stop this?

Did she want to stop this?

The answer was never decisive, no simple thought in her mind. It came physically, as Spoiled gingerly placed a hoof on either one of her thighs and carefully pushed outwards.

Trixie shivered as her body groaned with relief and excitement, every nerve, every hormone, every part of her biology needing this. Quivering inch by quivering inch, her legs splayed open, laying her teenage snatch open to Spoiled’s hungry face, as the matron sat between her hooves on the floor beneath the couch.

She smiled up at the Trixie one last time as she let her tongue slip from her lips.

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“Bon appetit.”

Trixie wasn’t sure where she was.

Heaven? Some kind of tantric Tartarus?

She could only dimly remember that she was actually still in Equestria, plunked down on an expensive couch, seated next to one of her employers… as the other one went to town between her thighs.

Trixie’s head pressed backwards into the soft couch pillows in delicious, agonizing pleasure-tension under the ministrations of Spoiled’s impossibly skilled tongue.

The young mother had oral skills that were more likely to be found in a well-traveled, experienced madam of a prestigious Canterlot boudoir.

Not that the naive and overwhelmed high-school babysitter would have been able to discern such a thing.

Until only a few moments ago, the only thing to touch her nethers had been her own shy, unsure hoof during nervous and hurried explorations in the privacy in her own room. Her wavering hooftip had rarely strayed further than the tender outlines of her young marehood, although that had always been enough to bring the excitable young mare to satisfaction.

Her shock, therefore, when Spoiled began was immense.

The matron’s tongue had started by pressing into the concavity of her blue dock, slicking along the tender, furless skin and leaving a wet smear of hot saliva in its wake as she slowly swirled upwards. Spoiled’s eyes never left her squirming, young ward… her wolf-sharp eyes taking in every moment of Trixie’s reactions, as dear to her as the debauched act itself.

Trixie couldn’t break the gaze, the blush in her cheeks growing rosier and hotter as Spoiled’s tongue, so skillful and sharp in its rebukes and insults, slid upwards.

She wouldn’t, would she?

Spoiled let her eyebrows arch upward for the first time that evening with playful intensity, and then slid the tip of her tongue around Trixie’s tight, dark tailhole.

She would!

“A-ah!” Trixie squeaked, almost bucking up off the couch with her hips. She had almost no time to process a silent prayer of thanks to Celestia that she’d been taught at a young age that magical sterilization spell for post-toilet-use cleansing… her bottom and even her sphincter was as clean as a restaurant dinner plate...

Now the tight, black tailhole was being lavished by a skillful tongue. Spoiled traced wet circles around the outline of the little bulging orifice, eliciting uncomfortable giggling quivers from the mare above.

Trixie moaned, clenching reflexively against the strange sensations. Oh Goddesses… this feels so… strange… and so good.

“I always knew you had a foul mouth, sweetie,” Filthy teased, as he shuffled closer to the supine Trixie. His stallion-ly bulk was now pressing against Trixie’s right side, the heat and musk of his presence invading her space as much as his wife’s tongue was.

Spoiled merely scoffed, sending a blast of hot air over Trixie’s nethers. Her tongue slid up and over the teen’s tight asshole, tracing the delicate and timid wrinkled folds of the nervously squeezed anus.

“E-eep!” Trixie squeaked, covering her muzzle with her forehooves in embarrassment. She could feel the sharp tip of Spoiled’s tongue press ever so slightly into her butt, just a half-inch from entering that taboo back-entrance.

A pony. A different pony… was inside her!

The thought was as scary as it was exciting. A shiver ran through her, and she felt a small rush of powerful neuro-chemical excitement flood her synapses.

Spoiled pulled back her teasing muscle, she knew better than to fry the mind of an inexperienced partner with sensations best left for a seasoned expert. She drew her tongue further upwards, toying and lingering on that dark-blue patch of hyper-sensitive skin that sat just under the quivering fillyhood… Trixie’s taint.

“O-oh! OH!” Trixie groaned, shutting her eyes as Spoiled’s tongue flattened and pressed into the bottom of her fillyhood, staying outside her lips but lapping upwards in a big, fat lick... not unlike how a colt might attack a dripping ice cream cone on a summer day.

And Trixie’s oral assailant must have received even more sweet juice than that colt would have, with how much she was leaking. The feel of warm, wet flesh against her fillyhood was exciting, scary, new, sensational… all at once.

She didn’t even notice Filthy pressing more deeply into her side, as her head flung back with abandon.

Spoiled’s tongue continued lapping the outside of her plump lips. Sometimes tracing the narrow, mare-cum slick crevice between her engorged labia and her tender inner-thigh flesh... sometimes drawing itself up along the tight slit itself, the flat of her tongue drawing roughly across the protruding pink inner lips and bumping over the sensitive clitoral hood… but never actually plunging in, never assaulting the burning heat of Trixie’s deepest need.

“H-hah… hah…” Trixie was clenching her shut eyes in increasing frustration, mouth open and gasping. The feelings were so intense, so overwhelming, and yet so inadequate! More and more she could sense what her body wanted, what that burning pit in her gut had been asking for since even before the Riches had returned: she wanted something inside her, now!

Spoiled pulled back from her external preparation, quickly surveying her meal. The teen-filly’s pussy was in a perfect state. It was framed, almost artistically. With a sweaty bedraggled tail, quivering dock, and shining-slick tailhole below… and a set of pert, still-developing teats above, dark blue nipples protruding stiffly from the two mounds.

The framed work itself was perfection.

A dark blue teen cunt, throbbing and engorged with red-hot, pumping blood. Just the barest tuft of pubic fur, likey the first wisps of adulthood, rested atop Trixie’s gorgeous mons venus, and this was already soaked in a combination of her sweat and shamefully excessive love-juice. The edge of the mons quickly gave way to her adorably squishy outer lips, swollen with arousal and only slightly parted by a rigid, pink bud.

Trixie’s clit.

The erect love-nub was peeking out from under its clitoral hood, pressing forward like a nervous student raising her hand in class, desperate for attention in the relatively cooler air of the outside world.

And from there, a set of slim, inner-labia guarded the tight, twisting, pink inner-confines of Trixie’s velvet depths. Only periodically would a clench or quiver send the lips peeling up, like a blooming rosebud, displaying a hint of the hot-pink depths within as it released a new flood of steaming, clear natural lubricant.

“Open your eyes. I want you to watch this.” Trixie could only barely hear Spoiled’s command, but she obeyed.

Trixie’s thoughts raced with an eclectic mix of fear and longing as she looked down at Spoiled’s grinning face. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… is she going to? Will she? Oh, I hope, I hope…

And all thoughts left her as the mare plunged into her pussy.

“Ahn… ahn! F-f-f-FUCK!” Trixie shouted, her hips lifting off the couch.

She knew the feeling, though she’d never been so out of control in its arrival:

She was cumming.

The wormlike tongue was deep inside her, pressing hard into every side of her walls, as the mare’s snout buried into the top of her pussy, grinding deep into her winking clitoris. Nerve endings that had never been touched were now being overwhelmed. The burning need of her desire had snapped over into a raging volcano of explosive pleasure.

At the same time, Filthy made his move, leaning over her with his imposing size. For a brief moment, Trixie’s wavering, wobbling eyes thought that the wealthy stud was leaning in for a kiss… but instead he slipped upward and took her horn into his mouth.

Suddenly she was being assaulted from both sides, two tongues slipping into every deeply private, personal, untouchable crevice of her body, one wrapping around the sensitive coils of her horn, which felt almost like he was fellating her brain itself… the other deep inside her cunt, Prench-kissing her femininity.

Her orgasm broke her.

A cascading flood of oxytocin, adrenalin, estrogen, magic, and endorphins spilled from her brain, flooding down through her circulatory and nervous system as it did so, overloading the sensation of every fiber of her physical being as it did so, leaving firework traces in its wake.

The wave slammed into her nethers like a tsunami, launching her body into a set of milking convulsions that wrapped and coiled around Spoiled’s tongue, pulling over and over again at the mare’s oral muscle as it clenched and released around her. The jerking muscular contractions sent Trixie’s clitoris shooting outward in powerful winks, smashing into Spoiled’s wet nose as it did… and gushing hot fill-fluid all over the matron’s face.

The wave rebounded from there, coursing all the way back up, out through each of her limbs, making her legs kick and buck involuntarily as the wave of pleasure gained speed, racing faster and faster up to her head… and out through her horn.

“Oh… OH F-FUCK!” She groaned even louder.

It felt like she was casting involuntarily, raw magic spilling out of her horn in huge gushes, directly into Filthy’s waiting mouth.

It was agony. It was ecstasy.

A little death.

Trixie’s eyes crossed in pleasure and faded, as she lost herself to the raw sensation.

Author's Note

Wow, Spoiled sure has a sharp tongue.

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