“Flits! This’ll go a lot faster if you don't take every crate I’m going for!” huffed Stormwalker. Her frosty blue mane bobed, an arctic pendulum carried by the breeze of her best friend Flitter. She’d been running to empty out the interior of the abandoned building looming over them for the last hour.
Though, calling it ‘a building’ was a stretch, as only the “Lucky Noodles” sign affixed to the front of it distinguished it from a landfill with stone-washed walls.
Mid-travel, Flitter gave Storm a disbelieving stare. “You think I don’t remember what happened when you got a box? Again, Storm, you’re not blind.” A flick of her head sent sea-green locks flying away from her face. “Also, the only two things you ever do fast are races and me in the shower.”
“Aww, that’s not fair! I don’t know why you won’t let me help!”
“First, because that’s the mechanic’s job! Assuming she’s only late because you called her five minutes ago.” Storm heaved the refuse-filled box into the high railing of the cart before them. The Ponyville alley was thankfully empty today, due to a Town Hall meeting.
“She’ll be here soon, Flitter.” A sassy grin cut across Storm’s face. “You of all ponies should know when I say somepony’s comin-!”
“Second, Storm...!” Flitter’s sharp retort did fuck-all to reduce the red blossoming in her violet cheeks as she emerged with another crate. “Each time when you get one you drop it, tell me you threw out a limb, then…”
Flitter stiffened as Stormwalker crouched beside her in a flash, her diatribe cut short. With trained ease that Flitter faced too often in the last ten minutes, Storm then turned and drew her hips back up. That motion brought her taut ass right against Flitter’s pelvis, the motion getting the crate in her forehooves shaking.
Before Flitter could yell about Storm humping her in a public, thankfully abandoned street… ”Whoop! Got one! Thanks, Flits!” And a light kiss against Storm’s sweat-beaded snout ended with Storm hovering off to the disposal cart with another case of splintered wood and pipes.
Flitter’s only response finally settled on a wry grin. Since their start with opening their dream shop Debon-Mares’ Prada, Storm had been full of surprises. Most of which were shameless teasing, yes. But at each step, she’d shown a business savvy her green-maned best friend was drawn to.
Which made this latest wrinkle in their plan to clear out the store for their designs and tables odd. Flitter, despite how much more intimate she’d become with her best friend, didn’t like odd. “Listen Storm, we’ll handle this aft-whoa!”
Storm rushed into the abandoned store again, hoping to beat Flitter to the punch on the box. The movement caused Flitter to topple with the box currently in her forehooves.
The pony shooting out their forearms to catch Flitter was quite different from Stormwalker. Her soft amber fur barely hid the slight curves of her muscles as she pulled Flitter to all-fours. Her attire - a rich red button-down shirt over long overalls - barely showed a drop of dirt or sweat. The toolboxes saddled over her sides and on the ground next to her showed preparedness.
Thorough preparedness, too, thought Flitter, as the fragrance of fresh peaches entered her nostrils from her cherry mane. She was still busy taking in this pony's sexy figure, finding it hard to move. The amber mane’s mouth did though. “I’m the mechanic Storm called. Need anything hitched?”
The force it took Flitter to not say ‘me, over this cart if we have to,’ would make Ironhoof envious. Swallowing thickly, she replied. “N-name’s Flitter. I think my business partner’s in the store, so if you want I can cry your n-her name! Her name!”
If the mechanic pony had any trepidation, it didn’t show. She took several steps back as Flitter collected the scraps back into the box, then lifted a hoof and chucked it into the cart with shocking ease.
“Think that was meant for trashing right? S’okay, we can wait for Storm.” At that time, Storm returned from Lucky Noodle’s interior with a box of her own - which she dropped upon seeing the mechanic in front of her. Neither pony in the alley noticed, though. “I’d say just in time, but you already mentioned it, so… name’s Torque Wrench.”
“No, it’s not…” The temperature seemed to drop fifty degrees as Storm’s icy glare shot right to the yellow earth pony. She turned to face her, one of her eyebrows raising.
Seconds ticked while Flitter stood, unsure if a fight would break out in the middle of this street.
“...it’s Ren, you silly fuckin’ rascal!” Stormwalker chortled clapping her on the back with one of her forehooves.
Torque Wrench threw her head back and laughed with her. They’d finished the disposal duty for this store ages ago, now in the main room of the shop. Torque had first shown off her skill by slapping a lock on that front door, now tightly shut. “Don’t want somepony making off with anything you leave here,” she curtly explained. The second had been a soft chuckle as Torque listened to their tales. their hopes of opening a successful linen store in Ponyville was quite a wonderful endeavor, and she’d said as much. Hence Storm calling off their hauling job for a quick powwow.
The room, filled with junk as it was, did have a spacious open floor. Storm, Flitter, and Torque were busy resting in it, as a matter of fact. “Seriously, Flitter, come join us! We can chat before Ren finishes!” Storm offered.
Flitter was nervously checking the clock they’d also brought into this room, the hours feeling like her jaws as they clacked in their prison. “L-look, Storm, can we just leave Torque to her work?”
“We can get the other stuff out of the back rooms within an hour.” Storm beckoned her with a hoof. “Now let’s make the most of this time!”
“We already got lucky with La Ti Da dropping the charges after our… stunt on the roof!” No need to bring their romance into Torque’s life, things were sticky as is. “I don’t want our hourly rate for her to wipe that luck out, Storm.”
Storm's smile dropped completely. “Seriously, Flits. Again? Do I have to-?”
“S’fine, she doesn’t know.” Leaning in close, Torque’s peachy breath swam over Flitter again. “Flitter, we were friends in Ponyville High. It’s how she got me on short notice.”
Flitter’s wings flapped. “I’m sorry Torque, but I don’t want my best friend to lose out because we swap tails.” And she definitely didn’t need Storm of all people getting wind of how Torque was making her feel.
A frown twitched Storm’s face. “Right. that’s it. Was hoping we could wait until after the job for this, but…” Stormwalker stretched as she got to a hover with her fluttering wings. “Torque, get over here.”
The second she did, Stormwalker shifted. Her left front leg shoved into the front of Torque’s overalls, and two squeaks broke out. Neither belonged to Storm - she was too busy sporting a shit-eating grin as her questing hoof found something within those denim depths. “I knew it, you dirty bitch, you.” The other hoof went to Torque's flushed face, gently pulling her into a kiss.
Seeing her best friend fondling the machine in front of her was getting Flitter… startlingly hot for some reason. It shouldn’t even be possible, and not just because of the A/C shuttling in the now-lit room. Idly, Flitter wondered if this was how half of Playmare’s stories began.
“W-well, I mean… Flitter.” Torque’s dimming eyes swang back to Flitter as Stormwalker broke their kiss.. “Should we be doing this in front of-”
“Know the ponies that boned over La Ti Da's roof?” Storm whispered. “Us.” To Flitter, Storm’s tone dropped to its sexy lull. “Know the pony I said gave me that dildo you used on that roof? The one I said I’d introduce you to later?” Her un-occupied forehoof ran down Torque’s cheek, drawing a silky gasp from the maw beside it. “It’s later.”
Another pump and a stifled moan broke free from Torque. “Look Flitter, I promise you we’re not normally like this.”
Storm’s eyes snapped back to the panting mechanic. “No lies, Torque. You’ve been spending allllll the time we spent shifting pipes… staring at me.” Her eyes then snapped to the shock-still Flitter “And you’re spending our off-time pouting and pissing, Flits. This happened before with our spa day, and it’s happening again with the mech repairs? Not if I can help it.”
“Can you... really blame me?” Even now, Flitter couldn't keep her eyes off Storm's left forehoof, still working wickedly between Torque Wrench’s thighs. Only now, it was because Flitter could notice a prominent bulge forming under Stormwalker’s hoof. Her every flick brought that shaft within her overalls longer. On a particularly slow pump, Flitter swore she could see the front pocket of Torque’s overalls grow damp, as if something was soaking it from behind. But what - nothing could be that long.
“No, I guess I can’t.” Storm chirped. “But I can help you focus on what’s important again. Or, failing that…” With the second strap of Torque's overalls down, Stormwalker started shoving them past her yellow flanks. “Drive your mind someplace better.”
“Oh, Storm,” hissed Torque, her head not resting on Storm’s shoulder. “You haven’t changed a bit...”
“I hope not. Anything taking me further away from this…” And she stepped aside to present Torque’s throbbing cock to Flitter’s view “Was either a mistake, or Flits.”
Flitter’s jaw slammed shut. It really was happening now. Storm let out a thrilling sigh as she sank to her rear knees, left foreleg curled around her surging maremeat. The other beckoned Flitter again. That did continue the motion even as Storm’s lips kissed the tip of Torque’s rigid, ten-inch cock.
This time, Flitter motioned closer to the scene unfolding before her. She scarcely believed it, it was all the more appealing. Storm’s habit of debauchery was always fascinating to Flitter when she was at work. And as Stormwalker’s slobbering on Torque’s joystick got faster, she could see just what drew Storm to Torque. Despite the frosty-maned pegasus gorging herself on her shaft, Torque’s pose was straightened, her moans light and melodious. Even here, she was prepared.
And as Flitter got closer, she saw another trait of Torque’s that had played over several times during their cleanout of this room - her speed. A pump of her cock by Stormwalker’s forearm, and her left hoof shot out to push against Flitter’s - but it went a bit lower than intended. Right against her folds that amber hoof went, her head threw back as Torque felt her soaked cunny squelch against her forearm.
Flitter’s gasp brought her maw to Torque’s. Just as Flitter was about to pull back, a yellow hoof curled into her sea-green mane as Torque finally climaxed from Storm’s deepthroating her. Torque turned her head as she stared at the green-maned pegasus, whispering her name as her blue eyes billowed out. Without a second thought, Torque leaned up and kissed her. Their lip-lock got rougher with each pump Stormwalker gave to her throbbing shaft.
And what a gift her meaty joystick gave the frost-maned pegasus! Her tongue and gullet were bathed in rope after rope of blazing hot cum as she slurped on Torque’s cock noisily. When the streams of spunk started tapering off, a quick cupping of her shriveling balls or swollen teats urged out more.
Flitter was close to climax too, as two hooves furiously worked at her soaked folds and Torque’s kiss continued. Torque kept thrusting between one pegasus’ throat while tangling her tongue within another’s. And between them both, Stormwalker was in her happy medium, esophagus-deep on Torque with her best friend coming undone inches behind her.
It was like they’d never left La Ti Da’s rooftop.
Pinballing her mouth on that amber erection, she could feel her own end incoming. Her hoof hit a cluster of spongy muscles within Flitter, and she moaned into Torque’s yellow maw as she came. Storm’s expert hoof rushed to her nub and kneaded it roughly. This left the job of soaking up Flitter’s squirting cuntsap to Torque’s hoof, and as it sprayed around that digit, Stormwalker felt her mane droop in the flood.
The spurts of spunk filling out her stomach took her mind away from that. Feeling Torque’s balls shrivel, Storm slowly drew her head back from her drooling shaft. The slurps she gave along the way rolled Torque’s eyes further into her head as she broke the kiss with Flitter. It also kept the mechanic pony from noticing her take up Flitter’s place by kissing her.
Snowballing that lump of pearly goo into Torque’s mouth, Storm’s ears flared out to catch every note of Flitter’s moaning as she slumped against her. By the time her legs stopped dribbling marecum, Storm had looped a forearm around Flitter and brought their hips together.
Slowly, they rolled in tandem against Torque’s flaccid dick, Flitter’s thanks to the shocking blue tail wrapping around it. Within minutes, Torque was hard again, and the cum in her maw was swallowed by them both. “I can’t believe you’re both this desperate,” she hissed.
“I’m always thirsty, Ren. Flits is just shy.” Storm’s face then tore into a lecherous grin. “Which is why I paid for the extra installment package for her. Find it for me?”
“Give me a minute, my brain seems t’be short of blood as of late.” Torque drawled.
Swaggering to the other box of tools she’d brought, the mechanic nudged her stiff cock to the side and bent over the lip. Several seconds later, her search within the crate brought out three straps, belt loops piercing each.
“That’s… my package?” Flitter asked. “I don’t think it’ll do much.”
The hoof not holding the straps dipped into the crate again. “Of course not; it needs hardware.” And as Torque’s hoof came up, an obscenely large iron pipe with steam holes was brought out. One end was fitted with a bulb that looked like a giant screw’s head, the metallic tip glistening in the lamplight. Swiftly, Torque brought the three straps around the other ends, tying them in a groin harness.
“Sorry ‘bout the lack of wrapping, Flits,” giggled Storm, helping to close her best friend’s dropping jaw. “Since it was ready-to-use on arrival, I thought you’d appreciate no mess.”
Flitter gulped. “Wait, I thought we had a dildo! W-where’s Little Cloudchaser?”
“It’s still the possession of the only one it was meant for.” Stormwalker turned her head to face Flitter. “Also, it’s your gift, like her help all this time was. Do be more courteous, bestie.” Storm met her lips in a searing kiss, tongue bathing Flitter’s maw with the last of Torque’s cum upon it.
The sex toy was being brought closer to the shivering mares, a contrast to the swinging cock between its holder’s legs. “So, how’s this going to go this time, Storm?” Torque asked, bringing the straps around Flitter’s waist.
Storm’s liplock separated to address the mechanic. “You’re the one in the red for this reunion, so… you get to fuck me. And so does Flits.” The last of the straps were pulled tight against Flitter’s hips, making her gasp. “By the way, that’s no way to talk when ‘Pipewrench’ is in the room. He’s so sensitive…” And her forehoof slid around the metal shaft, cheeks again hollowing and puffing at each thrust like it was in her maw instead of around her friend’s groin.
Torque’s eyes narrowed as Storm fondled the mechanical dildo - and the teats just over them. “Still can’t believe you name dildos, Storm.”
“Said the mare that makes them. By the way,” Storm’s tone dropped to a sultry purr as Flitter eeped. “Show Flits just what your new tool can do.”
Torque’s hoof went to one of the fake testicles at the end of this dildo. Pushing one metal sphere until it clicked, she drank in the lust rising in Flitter’s face as Pipewrench pushed against her folds. Her tongue then lolled out as clear, sticky fluid spurted from the holes around its sheath. “Lube. Great for pipes and the mares wielding them.” Torque then aligned her cock with Flitter’s metal one, sliding back and forth against it.
“So hot, the both of you.” Storm cooed, almost collapsing at the auto show occurring between her legs. Both shafts got slicker and slicker as the lube coated them both. The fountain between her legs was dripping onto them both, her cunt salivating for two fill-’em-ups from her best friends. “Fill me full. You both know I’m ready.”
A particularly slick slide of her hips, and Torque laughed heartily at Storm's eyes crossing. “Sure thing, slut.”
“Torque!” Flitter’s face turned red. She didn’t stop grinding on her, though.
“Sorry, Flitter. She gets off on this when I say it. Look.” Storm’s eyes were dilating, her breath heavy, her tail flagging out to trail along Flitter’s chin. “Besides, you’re about ready too.”
“Anything else I do with… this?” asked Flitter, her mane swaying as her testicular tribbing with Torque continued.
“Press the second of your cute cock’s little nuts. And thank me when you’re finished.”
No further instruction was incoming, so Flitter pushed on that second metal ball behind Pipewrench. As sure as she was that Storm could get off on the cocks between her legs, Torque's hoofiwork had gained her curiosity. When five pipes shot out from Pipewrech and into her groin upon the second click, her efforts were rewarded.
“Oooh. Celesta. Ahh! It’s so gooood!” Flitter’s pupils shrank as she gasped blissfully at the feeling coursing through her from her dildo’s tip. As it ground against Torque’s amber cock and sheath, lovely sparks ricocheted through her every pore. By the fifth pump, Flitter wanted nothing more than to bring her new toy home into Storm’s puckered hole. “F-fuck, Torque…” she hissed. “What is this thing doin-oh!”
“Make you feel everythin’ anypony pressed against its tip does.“ Torque Wrench pulled back as well, prodding at Stormwalker’s soaking snatch. “Especially if it’s tight. You ready, Storm?”
“Sure am. You’re first, Flitter.” And Storm’s ass flicked towards her friend again. “I’ve been so naughty today, Flits. What’s the face of Debon-Mares’ gonna do about it?”
Retracing her hips, Flitter tightened her red bow atop her mane. Then she pressed the metallic tip of Pipewrench into Storm’s ass. Her forehooves wrapped around her thundercloud-stamped flanks, to press on her Persian blue teats. It was one of the few areas Flitter hadn’t gotten to, and Storm's nerves thrilled at the new sensation of keratin meeting pebbled peaks.
“Mmm, Flitter, you’re so fucking big.” Eager to show how big, Flitter sank into that plothole of Storm. At the same time, Torque Wrench pushed the tapered tip of her horsecock into Storm’s pussy, her head tilting back at the tightness of Storm’s velvet walls. Both mares sank into Storm, and soon they were close enough to feel each other against the swell of Storm’s stuffed holes.
“F-fuck,” whispered Stormwalker, squirming against the two dicks. Both of them looked at each other, panting as Storm took their breath away. She kissed each of them in turn, her tongue twisting in their maws. To Storm’s surprise, when she pulled back from the shuddering Flitter’s lips, both thrust into her as one.
The way Storm bellowed at the feeling of two cocks sliding into her made both cock-holding mares want to hear it more. It took Flitter longer than Torque did to pull back from her position in Storm, though. The combination of her plot squeezing tight over her lube-slick stickshift and the sparks from her tip surrounded by so much crushing warmth made her shiver in rapture.
Torque Wrench, however, had no such difficulty. She popped her hips back smoothly and thrust into her cunt, Stormwalker’s teeth clenching at the friction. Sandwiched between the two of them, she could only bounce upon their two cocks. By that time, Flitter had pulled back enough to see the bulb of Pipewrench stretch out Storm’s plothole, and the sight brought a lusty grin to her face.
Pulling herself flush against her friend, she pumped in, their hips connected with a lewd slap. Those slaps continued as both mares skewered Storm on their cocks, each thrust punctuating the other’s withdrawal from her drooling holes. Marecum, pre, and lube sloshed to the wooden floor in clumps.
“Umph. Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Damn! So thick! More-ahh!!” Storm’s orgasm came at last, her cuntsap geysering around the veiny length of Torque’s throbbing cock. Torque moved in closer as well, her hooves massaging smooth circles into Stormwalker's stiff wings. Lost in arousal, Storm dug her hooves into the front of Torque’s work shirt and yanked. Buttons echoed in the cramped store’s walls, and the sight of her heaving chest made Storm start suckling against it.
The sight of Storm and Torque losing themselves, however, made Flitter work harder. That competitive streak in her was easier to trigger than even she thought. As Torque’s thrusts became faster, Flitter’s positioning went deeper, slamming her frosty-maned friend against the mechanic’s body with sharp flicks of her thighs.
Then Flitter tugged on Storm’s mane, pulling her from Torque’s bulging neck in a spray of snapping saliva strings. “I wanna hear her scream…” hissed the thrashing Flitter.
Torque gasped at the sight. ”Hah… thought you… got mad about that!”
“C-changed my mind! Wanna hear a pony... talk dirty -aah!-too.” The sensation from thrusting closer and closer to Storm’s prostate was too good to not accompany with words. Flitter was panting like a bitch in heat, her tongue leaving drool dripping down the line of Storm’s back. “Tell me h… how I feel, Storm. Tell Torque… how I’ve always made you feel.”
Storm's head bobbed back and forth, a motion mirrored by the cockheads pistoning into her ports for better access. “Ugh. Yes! So HARD, Flitter! So fucking deep! Don’t ever stop!”
Torque smiled enticingly at Flitter, her change in behavior a welcome shift. Then the mechanic jackhammered herself faster against the convulsing cunt of Stormwalker, her teeth nipping at Storm’s neck.
“So much-Ahh! I’m-guh!-your cockslut, Ren! Keep -yes!- pounding! Keep biting! So close!” Stormwalker was climbing her peak fast. Her rearhooves wrapped around Torque’s bucking waist, forearms over Flitter’s head, as she bucked between her two friends ferally.
“Breed me, fucking breed me!” she cried. And their last thrusts home gave Storm what she wanted.
Flitter’s over-stimulated nerves blitzed awwake from hitting Storm’s prostate. “Yes! Oh Storm, yes!” The feeling of fullness shot through her body like a thunderclap, and Flitter came with a rumbling shriek. The last surprise from her metal dildo came when a pipe within that lube-spraying tool of hers opened to accept her release. Sticky marecum flowed through Pipewrench’s barrel and into Storm’s waiting ass, the impact making their limbs clench.
Torque was next, clutching Storm’s wing around hers. She heaved forward. Her last plunge brought her cockhead against Storm’s g-spot roughly, and in seconds, her climaxing cock gave her cervix the same treatment. Rope after shot after riptide of sperm filled Storm’s inner chambers, leaking around sweat-drenched thighs. Her belly swelled and rippled with the warm goo the amber girth gave her, making it hard for Torque to keep her flared tip in. But at the size her spurting cockhead was at, a buffalo herd couldn’t fully dislodge her from Storm’s cunt now.
And Storm took both fillings like a pro, her maw shooting straight up as she bellowed out her pleasure. “Flits, Ren, fuuuuuck!” Her second orgasm came seconds after theirs, her holes both milking the cocks pumping within. The nectar spurting out from their locked thighs had Torque nad flitted resting their heads against Storm’s shoulders. Even in
Together, their last pumps sent Storm into a twitching fit. Soon, Flitter’s legs gave as she slowly slid to the floor. Torque, to keep them both clutched in Stormwalker, followed suit. Between the sweat, sperm, and slickness, it was hard to tell where one mare’s work began or ended.
“That was… so amazing!” Flutter wheezed, still in afterglow, as she pointed to her metal dildo. “You made this whole thing yourself?”
“I always deliver, don't I?” Torque whispered, pulling together her damp and damaged shirt. “Between Kerfuffle and the dam, though, I usually only have time for special customers. Right, Storm?”
“Uuumph...” One of Stormy’s forehooves rubbed over her well-filled abdomen, happy to have known that feeling twice in one week. “So good…” she purred.
Torque finally decided to let the straps of her slung-up overalls hold her shirt together. “Well, the employer’s out. Guess I’ll ask you; were my services up to spec?”
“I’m sure Storm’s full of your spunk as it is.” Flitter finally pulled out of her friend's drooling asshole, nuzzling the dildo between her thighs. Torque's attempts to tell Flitter of her error faltered into a laugh upon seeing the cheeky grin on Flitter’s face.
“And y’can joke too! Storm’s lucky to have ya.” Torque giggled. “If I can suggest the next move?”
“Yes, please,” the grateful and sated Flitter said.
“While fixing your wiring, I noticed you’ve a couple of spare fry kitchens.” Torque Wrench lumbered over “Linen store like you’re intendin’, I think they can be used as storerooms.”
“Awesome! I’ll get started on it…” Flitter’s limbs wobbled as she tried to rise on them. Keyword: tried. “At dinnertime. Yeah. Dinnertime.”
A chuckle bubbled from the mechanic’s maw. “Issue is, you’ll need the pipes out, and that needs a plumber.”
“Volunteering a return visit?”
“No… but I can cash a favor, get two over here quick. You look over them.” Adjusting her overalls, Torque rose off her haunches. “I’ll be off to set it up, and then we’ll tackle the rest of this place. Debon-Mares’ Prada will be right on schedule.”
Torque finally left the two pegasi to their devices, whistling as she trotted out the front door. The noon air of Ponyville leaked into the room before it was pushed shut.
Flitter looked back to the present at her legs, very grateful she’d gotten to meet this… ravenous buddy of Storm’s. Why, she’d wonder just how Torque managed to get anything done if her sweet cock was that easy to arouse-
“Wait. Hold on…” Realization struck Flitter as she placed both forehooves against her dildo and pushed. It didn’t budge. “How do I get out of this!?” Flitter cried. “Torque, you tell me right now how this cumstick comes off!”
Were Flitter not busy charging out of the door to find Torque, she would have noticed a note tied on the bow of hers, at the edge of Storm’s other foreleg. Of course, if her mind wasn’t slightly buzzing with her two orgasms minutes prior, she also might have noticed Storm slipped off the bow when they’d slid to the floor. She was cradling the bow, repeating “Flitter,” like a mantra.
Don’t worry, Flits, Pipewrench comes off after an hour. Or when you wanna cum in Storm’s sloppy snatch, either or.
Try to keep the town from noticing it, will ya?
T.W.
P.S. Hope to see you soon. Isn’t a job in Ponyville that can’t use a little more Torque!
