Author's Note

Takes place shortly before the Epilogue.

Featuring Red Velvet:

4: Red Velvet/Multiple Stallions - Frosted Cupcakes

"So, how's the family?" Lockwood asked; other than Gray, who still lived at Southeast Point, he didn't see or talk to any of the sisters often nowadays.

Curaçao shrugged lightly. "They are doing well, at least as well as can be given what has transpired over these last weeks, oui? Dawn is studying up on the city's political structure so that she can be better informed when she eventually becomes involved; Havoc and her team are still on a winning streak; and Insipid is enjoying her new career and all the attention that goes with it."

"And Velvet?"

"Well, let us just say that about a week ago, I noticed that she was making an… excursion." She took a sip of her coffee again. "I understand that she spoke with you shortly before?"

"Oh, yeah, she asked me about this bar up in Mid-North. The Salted Rim, I think? She said she was going to meet some friends for a party and needed directions. Did she have a good time?"

"I would assume so, oui. Elle ne pouvait pas marcher droit quand elle est rentrée à la maison."

He blinked. "Huh? Sorry, I don't speak Romantique fluently, remember?"

"Ce n'est rien—it is nothing. Oui, she had a good time, and that is all that I will say on the subject."

*****

One Week Earlier

Red Velvet was bored. Bored bored bored. So bored. She didn't realize just how much her entire life had revolved around being friends with Pinkie Pie—literally—until Pinkie was gone. Now she had virtually no friends, nothing fun or exciting to do, no meaningful reasons to go venturing out into the city, and certainly nothing particularly noteworthy on her calendar.

It would be weeks before Pedigree got things together downstairs to move the young ponies from the project labs into proper abodes, and as much as she wanted to visit and spend time with them, only Golden Dawn had access and she wasn't loaning the keys out willy-nilly. The only update she had was that Pedigree had finished development on an environmental suit for little Caramel Rye, so at least he'd be comfortable.

Her sisters certainly didn't have the same issues whatsoever.

Dawn was so engrossed with her political studies that she didn't have time for anypony else; Insipid had a new fashion career to focus her time and attention on and besides her bosses, she had Lockwood as a friend; Havoc was still playing skyball with her team and having an absolute blast doing it; Curaçao was completely occupied with either her spy work or her fillyfriend; Gray was still living in the old apartment, waiting for Flathoof to make contact with her so they could get back on good terms.

That left Velvet with… nothing. Nothing to do but stay at home at Pandora Tower and watch television, lounge about, eat whatever she wanted, mope about all day, think about how her alien friend was doing and if she and her companions made it home okay, and, when she was feeling a very particular itch, maybe she'd head out into the city and try to find a stallion and get some action.

Just thinking about that alleviated her boredom somewhat, but she knew that if she went out to go find some random stallion to fuck, she'd just be more bored. Not that having a solid dicking was boring in and of itself, no, but she was desperate to find a way to mix it up. One stallion just wasn't enough to spice up what was a tremendously boring week; two stallions was harder to manage realistically since her conquests were random dudes, but even that didn't seem too exciting right now—been there, done that.

Then, a sudden thought sprung to mind. A combination of thoughts, rather; only two things ever really made Velvet's mind go into overdrive: sex and violence. And so, as that wonderfully bothersome little itch prodded at her loins and demanded that she go get dicked, a devilish series of ideas and schemes came to her mind.

It had been a week since Pinkie and her friends left, and one of those friends was Applejack. Now, Applejack was a mare of some stature, and had gained a tremendous amount of muscle while she and her friends were displaced in this world. Said muscle came from working at a loading warehouse at the Foundry, hauling heavy freight all day every day by hoof.

She also worked with a crew of stallions—all stallions—that were assuredly in the same well-built ballpark as she was.

And now, Applejack had left for home, and had needed to quit her job at that warehouse and explain the situation to a degree that her coworkers could understand. From how Applejack talked about them—and admittedly what Velvet knew mostly came from Pinkie and was limited and biased—the crew liked and respected her, and had taken her in as one of their own. They were her friends, to a point.

And so Velvet had herself a wonderful, marvelous, devious, downright wicked idea for how to scratch her itch.

*****

Thanks to directions from Lockwood, Velvet arrived at a bar in the Mid-North District sometime in the middle of the evening, at a time late enough that everypony from the Foundry would be off of work, but not too late that they'd all have gone home just yet. If she wasn't mistaken, Applejack's old crew—and in fact many warehouse crews—frequented this very bar after a long day at work, and Velvet was absolutely certain that she was not mistaken.

She had dressed for the occasion, donning a stetson hat and a tight plaid vest that she had commissioned from the Tower's seamstress/tailor, Rosegold Satin, who was curious about the need for such an outfit but was tactful enough not to ask questions.

She'd even practiced an accent resembling Applejack's the entire time she was making her way here via pegasus chariot, and felt that even if it wasn't perfect, it would get by well enough to meet her requirements.

The bar smelled strongly of smoke, beer, and sweat from the dozens of stallions that crowded around tables, smoking, drinking, hooting, and just generally having a good time. Velvet's eyes looked out upon the crowd like a foal in a candy store; there were stallions here twice her size, and even the smallest of their number were pleasantly physically fit.

For a moment she wanted to just pick and choose her favorites from the crowd to take to the hotel room she'd booked and be done with it, but she pushed that desire down; it wasn't entirely unrealistic to expect a group of strangers to be down for what she would be asking, but she knew it would be far easier if she just stuck with the plan; less questions, more action.

She hailed the nearest waitress before she went any further into the bar area; the mare was a pretty little thing with a short skirt and a big ass that grabbed the attention of every stallion in her vicinity, which was just good business sense if she wanted to make tips. Probably made her go home sore, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.

"Pardon me," Velvet asked in her new accent. "Would y'all happen to know where I can find Applejack's old crew, uh, Crew Seventeen, if they're here?"

The mare smiled a little. "Oh, are you a friend of Applejack's? We haven't seen her in here for a little while. Her crew said she went home down south."

"Yup, she sure did. I was hopin' to find her old coworkers, actually."

The waitress gestured towards a table on one end of the common area, where five stallions were sitting and drinking. "They're over there, sweetie."

"Thank ya kindly, ma'am," Velvet said, tipping her stetson. She felt like she was acting in one of those old western movies and felt a little goofy doing it, but she reminded herself it was all for a purpose. A wonderful, glorious purpose.

She approached the table in question, pulled up a chair, and took a seat. The stallions all immediately noticed her intrusion and directed curious looks her way. "Howdy there," she said, lifting her hat and giving the stallions a broad, friendly smile.

She took stock briefly of the group present, putting some names to faces. She only had vague details to go off of in regards to everypony here and to be frank, names didn't really matter—she usually didn't bother—but it was necessary to make her story more believable. She'd have to thank Shroud for giving her the little dossier and being discreet about it; she was certain that Curaçao still knew, though, since those two shared everything together.

The green pegasus with a white mane was Shamrock Shake; the huge yellow earth pony with a green mane was Hammer Toss; the red pegasus with a blue mane was Spangled Star; the silver earth pony with a black mane was Steel Chaser; and the blue earth pony with a blond mane was Blue Streak. It made it easier to know names than to try and refer to them by their colors.

"Can we help you, miss?" asked Shamrock, his expression a mix of curiosity and enjoyment.

"Well I reckon ya could," Velvet said with a tip of her hat. "Just to make sure I've got the right folk, though, you're… Shamrock Shake?"

He was surprised at that. "Yeah, that's me. Do I know you?"

"Naw, ya don't. Not yet, anyway." She looked to the others and identified them all in turn, and was met with the same looks of confusion and interest. "I heard y'all took good care of my cousin, Applejack."

Spangled's jaw dropped slightly. "Wait, you're New Girl's cousin? She never mentioned any cousin."

"She's not 'New Girl' any more, Spangled," Steel reminded him. "Now that she's quit, she's just Applejack to us, right?"

"She'll always be 'New Girl' to me, until somepony replaces her on the crew," Spangled said with a faraway look in his eye. "And since her spot was Thickhoof's spot and that spot's retired again, there ain't anypony that's gonna replace her."

"Hear hear!" cheered Streak as he took a drink.

"What's this all about, miss?" asked Hammer.

Velvet smiled and casually lifted her hindlegs up onto the table so she was facing Shamrock, but turned her head towards Hammer; Shamrock, if he cared to look, would get a good, clear view of the goods, and judging from the fact that he was practically bug-eyed while drinking his beer, he definitely cared to look.

"Like I said, y'all took good care of my cousin while she was in town from what I hear," she said, tilting her head just a little. "And I appreciate that. AJ is very dear to me, ya see, and I'm glad she had a bunch of big, strong, handsome fellas like y'all watchin' over her while she tried to make due in this big ol' scary city. It's tough bein' a mare out here, y'know?"

She punctuated her comment by putting her hoof on Spangled's thigh and turning to wink at him. He glanced down at her hoof, then to her, then took a long drink of beer.

"Now I don't know what Applejack told y'all when it comes to southern hospitality," she continued, shifting in her seat so that Steel could get a peek between her thighs. "But I'll sum it up for ya: we give it our all to make sure kindness is repaid." She then ran her hoof up Spangled's lap and onto his crotch. "And since Applejack ain't here… I wanna repay y'all for bein' such gentlecolts to her.

"So, what do ya say, boys?" she asked, fanning herself with her hat. "Y'all feel like lettin' a gal thank ya proper like?" She batted her eyelashes at Hammer in particular. "Just buy me a drink first and we can get outta here."

The stallions looked amongst themselves at the table for a moment.

Then, Shamrock lifted his hoof into the air, calling for the attention of a waitress. "Check please!"

*****

Velvet was reasonably assured how things were going to go when she and her five hunky stallions arrived at the hotel room that she rented and so she was almost too eager to open the door properly. The room was reasonably large and well-furnished, cheap enough that it wouldn't matter if the place was used for pure, unadulterated debauchery, but not so cheap that it was filthy or comfortable. Velvet had standards.

The bed wasn't particularly big, only large enough for maybe two ponies to sleep in comfortably but that would suffice; there wasn't going to be any sleeping involved here, so it was big enough that if everypony was cool and courteous, they could easily get some fun positions going.

They were all well past the point were talking was necessary. The only words that were going to be shared going forward were commands, requests, and dirty talk so far as Velvet was concerned. She didn't waste any time in unfastening the buttons on her shirt and leaving it open, and she of course kept the hat on. Rosegold would have to forgive her if these clothes didn't come home clean tonight.

She then sat on the edge of the bed gazing upon her studs with a wide, toothy grin and a sultry look in her eyes. "Okay, boys… don't be shy now. I know y'all got work in the morning, so let's not beat around the bush."

"So we're just getting right to it then?" Spangled asked as he unbuttoned his work shirt.

"Hey, wait, did anypony think to pick up some condoms?" Shamrock asked, looking pointedly at Steel.

Steel, already stripped out of his uniform, narrowed his eyes. "Why are you looking at me?"

"'Cause you're the responsible one, dummy."

"Boys, boys, boys," Velvet giggled, spreading her legs so they could all see her vulva. "Don't worry about condoms, okay? I like it raw, and I'm clean and on the pill." She took a little caplet—really just a breath mint—out of her shirt and popped it in her mouth. "See? We're all cool here tonight, alright? No worries."

The statement was a lie, of course, but for reasons they didn't need to know. Velvet's blood magic basically made her immune to every form of disease or illness, and her fine control over her bodily functions also let her control when she was ovulating. It was nice having such a convenient superpower.

The stallions looked to one another; they didn't seem to buy it just yet.

She rolled her eyes. "C'mon, y'all know my cousin was an honest mare, right?"

"Yeah, that's right, New Girl— er, Applejack always told it like it was," Spangled agreed.

"Well, honesty runs in the family," she said, biting her lip as she lied, lied, lied. "So, forget arguin' 'bout stupid shit like condoms and get over here and dick me already. Let a girl thank y'all for treatin' her cousin right by treatin' y'all right. I know how stallions are: ya like it raw, same as me."

The stallions shared another look to one another, then shrugged; there wouldn't be another argument.

Then, of course, there was another argument, because all five stallions had moved forward at the same time.

"Hey whoa, what are you guys doing?" Shamrock asked, giving hard looks to the others. "We can't all go in at once. We gotta take turns."

"Oh, yeah. Good point," Spangled said with a nod. He then stepped forward at the same time as the others all did again. "Okay, I thought we just said we can't all go in at once?"

"Well no shit, but that means one of us has to go first," Streak grumbled. "So why do you guys keep stepping up? It's obvious I get to go first."

Steel scoffed. "What the fuck? Why?"

"Because since Applejack left, I'm the youngest member of the crew, so we're doing this in order of age, right? Youngest to oldest?"

"No no no, bullshit, you don't get to go first Newbie," Shamrock huffed, pushing Streak aside. "If we're doing this, I go first because I'm the one that always picked up Applejack's tab at the bar."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"Well, Miss Velvet here," Shamrock said, gesturing towards a very bored—but somehow enraptured—Velvet, "is Applejack's cousin and is doing this to thank us for being nice to Applejack. So, since I was nicest to her—"

"We're all on the same team here, boys, so it should go in order of seniority," Spangled said, stepping forward. "I've been on the crew longer than any of you—"

"Oh fuck you guys are borin' me to death right now," Velvet groaned, rolling her eyes into the back of her head. "If you're all arguin' over who gets to dick me first, why not let me choose?"

The stallions looked to one another, then nodded in agreement.

Velvet sat back up, clasped her hooves together, then gestured towards Steel. "You. You're first."

Steel smiled brightly. "Me? Well alright?"

"Why does he get to go first?" Spangled asked.

Velvet stuck her nose in the air. "I've decided that the only fair way to judge this is goin' by who's got the biggest cock, and Steel here goes first because he's the smallest." She turned to Hammer, licking her lips. "And the giant over there goes last. The grand finale."

Hammer smirked with all the confidence in the world. It was obvious to everypony in the room he'd be going last by those standards; even flaccid he was huge.

Spangled and Shamrock sputtered in amusement; Steel's face fell instantly. "B-but, that's… I don't—"

"Oh, don't feel bad about it, stud," Velvet said, gesturing for Steel to approach. "You're the smallest dick in the room, sure, but you're bigger than most of the guys I fuck. Top ten, easy," she added with a wink.

That seemed to make him feel better, because he approached her with his smile back on his face. She rested her back on the bed, supported by a single pillow, and beckoned him forward. "C'mon then, honey, fuck me like ya mean it. Show your friends that size doesn't mean everythin'."

Steel didn't wait a moment longer, hopping up onto the bed with the eagerness of a colt ten years younger. She eyed his cock eagerly; it hadn't been a lie that he was in her top ten—she knew all of her memories from before a month ago were fake but they still counted. His length was mottled all the way up to the tip, black with blotches of pink. It even curved towards his stomach a little bit at the tip.

"Go on, stud," she said, looking him in the eyes. "Fuck me. Treat me like a slut."

He didn't even bother to lubricate himself before he shoved his cock into her pussy, driving all the way up to the medial ring with a single thrust.

Velvet threw her head back and moaned; she liked it rough, so she didn't mind one bit that he'd done that, and in fact had been sort of hoping for it. She hadn't been rubbing herself whatsoever up until now and hadn't offered to lubricate him in any other fashion, because she expected him to just dive right in. There was no time for kissing, or nibbling on ears and whispering sweet nothings, or any of that other lame, romantic shit; she didn't care for it one bit.

All she cared about was getting dicked down by a bunch of hunks, and that's exactly what she was going to get.

Steel fucked with the kind of enthusiasm she expected of somepony that had just been asked to treat her like a slut, too. He went hard and fast, bottoming out inside her in only a matter of thrusts and not letting up one bit.

She'd barely even registered that his medial ring had entered her because of how fast it all happened. He just pulled all the way out—ring and all—then shoved all the way in. It even hurt just a little bit at first, since the curvature of his dick was causing his flare to press up hard against her inner walls.

And she loved it.

But the entire point of this lovely little exercise was to go above and beyond just having a single partner, and even though there were four other stallions in the room waiting their turns, she knew it simply wouldn't do to have them all just stand there with their cocks in their hooves. Where was the fun in that?

She beckoned for Spangled and Shamrock—the next two biggest in the bunch—to come over, patting the sides of the bed near her head. "Up here, boys. Let lil' ol' Velvet warm you up," she said, fully articulate despite Steel thrusting that meaty cock of his deep into her.

They didn't have to be asked twice, practically scrambling over to the bed and hopping up on either side of her. She started with Spangled first, getting a good look at his dick—long and uniformly black—before she ran her tongue along his flare. He shifted himself up to give her a better angle, which she used to lick along the entirety of his cock, all the way to his balls.

And oh, the musk. These five boys had just come off of work and absolutely stank of sweat, and the pungent aroma of sweaty stallion balls right up against her nose was like heaven. It even tasted good.

She then pushed away and turned to Shamrock, whose cock was uniformly blackish-gray. He was the same length as Spangled, but carried a little more girth. With a glimmer of lust in her eyes, she slid his flared tip into her mouth without hesitation; it wasn't terribly difficult, but she knew that without dislocating her jaw he was the largest stallion here that she could give meaningful head to, and that was only barely. She was just able to stretch her lips around his medial ring.

As Steel continued to pump away, his thrusts getting faster and faster, Velvet alternated herself on sucking down Shamrock's throat-stretching cock and Spangled's more reasonable one, bobbing her head on either one while they gripped and pulled her mane. She wished that just one of these stallions was a unicorn; a unicorn's magic could really grip and pull her mane like the slut she was.

Steel didn't give any sort of warning before he gave a few more energetic thrusts and drove himself balls-deep into Velvet's pussy, shooting his load inside her like a hose. His throaty moan sounded animalistic, like some crazed beast that had just marked its mate with its seed. Most guys did that, actually; a part of their brains clearly told them to ignore everything they'd heard about "the pill" and to breed the little slut beneath them.

Velvet loved the feeling of having a stallion filling her womb with hot, virile spunk; it always made her cum right then and there, no exception. Her pussy clamped down hard on Steel's cock, milking him for everything he was worth; she, however, was more than capable of sucking Spangled's cock even while cumming herself. If there was one thing she was good at, it was multitasking.

When Steel pulled out, Velvet wasted no time in almost literally kicking him out of the bed. "Okay, stud, you had your fun," she said after taking Spangled's cock out of her mouth. She glanced between the two stallions on the bed with her. "Boys, your turn. You've shown y'all can be good at sharin' me, so how's about ya share me a little more?"

The two stallions stared at one another briefly, then nodded.

"Good." She looked at Spangled first. "You get my cunny, honey," she said. Then, to Shamrock. "And you get the backdoor."

Shifting positions didn't take long. Spangled rested with his back on the bed, cock pointing straight up; Velvet then straddled him and took his cock all the way up to the medial ring without so much as a whimper of protest; Shamrock then mounted Velvet from behind, poking his dick right up against Velvet's puckered tailhole. He was lubricated well from earlier, so it sunk inside her with ease.

Then, the thrusting began, and Velvet found it… lacking. Gone was the passionate, deep fucking of the slightly-smaller Steel, replaced by this. Neither stallion was really putting too much force into their thrusts, more focused on being what Velvet could only interpret as caution, if only because of how slow and methodical they were. They didn't even go very deep at all; Spangled didn't push past his medial ring more than an inch, and Shamrock barely tried to get any deeper than that.

This was boring.

"Boys, what's the hold up?" she asked with an annoyed groan, adjusting her stetson and glaring between the two. "I asked to get fucked. I've had better dick from the washing machine at home. Both of y'all are bigger than Steel, so why don't I feel either of y'all like him?"

Spangled glanced around Velvet at Shamrock briefly, then back to her. "Uh, just making sure our balls don't touch, Miss Velvet," he said with a little grin. It was obvious he wasn't getting the most out of this either if he could manage a conversational tone.

"Guy code, y'know?" Shamrock added.

Velvet rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, fuck your code."

Without much effort, she shoved all of her weight down and back against Shamrock so that his position changed, causing him to slide down the bed. With the same motion, his cock drove all the way into Velvet's ass, balls-deep; and, at the same time, Velvet sunk down, also balls-deep on Spangled's cock until it was just an inch shy of her cervix. With the way she was positioned, their balls did indeed touch.

"Balls, dude!" Spangled grunted. "Your balls!"

"Sorry! Sorry!" Shamrock huffed as he pulled out slightly.

"Now now, boys, let's not fight," Velvet cooed as she gyrated herself up and down on both cocks simultaneously. "Haven't you ever heard the golden rule about three-ways?"

The two stallions shared a brief glance, both nervous and incredibly tense because of how it must have felt to be balls deep inside her, then just shrugged and returned to their earlier fucking, only this time with more force and fervor. It was much better now that they were working together instead of fighting it: when one of them thrust in, the other pulled out, working her smoothly like a well-oiled machine.

This was the kind of dicking Velvet had been looking for, and it was good. It was one thing to have a stallion's cock hilted inside her pussy, pounding in and out like a piston; it was another thing to have a stallion's cock doing the same to her much tighter tailhole, so deep that she could almost feel him in her stomach. It was something else entirely to have both at the same time, a wonderful new sensation that made her feel like she was on fire.

This was teamwork at its finest.

Spangled came first, his hooves clasping onto Velvet's hips as he thrust deep, deep into her pussy and shooting his load like a geyser, up and into her waiting womb. He didn't so much moan or groan as he did sigh, like a pressure valve had been released, and with the veritable fountain of cum spurting out of him that wasn't entirely inaccurate.

As always, a switch clicked inside Velvet the instant that that wonderful foal-making fluid entered her, desperate to make the necessary journey through her to create a new life. She wasn't sure what part of the sensation it was that turned her crank from empty to full at the drop of a hat. Was it the thought of getting knocked-up if even for an instant? Was it the fact that she was denying her body from that experience? Whatever the reason, it was reliable.

Shamrock came next, burying his cock deep into Velvet's ass and busting his nut all the way as far as he could go. He groaned as he came, thrusting with each and every spurt in an attempt to get deeper and deeper if at all possible. His groan was muffled, though, because he'd bit into Velvet's shoulder in the process, hard enough to nearly break the skin.

The trio rested like that together for all of a brief moment before Velvet composed herself and pulled off of the pair, not even making a sound as the two cocks slid out of her and dribbled droplets of cum all over her coat. She brought her hoof down beneath her pussy to keep anything from spilling down onto poor Spangled; it was bad enough she pushed his boundaries already, and she wasn't heartless.

"Alright boys, let somepony else have a turn," she said, turning her head back and winking at Streak.

The two stallions wordlessly dismounted the bed so that Velvet could assume a proper mating position, and Streak wasted no time in hopping onto the bed and mounting her. He did not thrust himself into her just yet, though, merely brought his lips to her ear to gently nibble on it. She fought the urge to roll her eyes; what was this guy's problem, suddenly whipping out these lame romantic maneuvers?

"C'mon, stud, don't waste my time," she cooed, shaking her hips against him. "Don't ya want to fuck Miss Velvet's slutty little pussy? Huh?"

"Your name is Applejack tonight, slut," Streak whispered into her ear. "Go on. Say your name."

Ah, okay, now it made sense. Applejack had mentioned that Streak had always been the one to give her the most shit over the first week or so, and now Velvet had a notion as to why: the guy had it bad for her. Poor bastard.

"Okay, honey," Velvet whispered back. "I'll be your Applejack tonight. What do ya want lil' ol' Applejack to do?"

He positioned his cock—the tip was bigger than any of the others so far tonight—up against her entrance. "Okay, Applejack, I want to hear you beg for my cock."

She grinned; now this was getting kinky. "Please, big daddy, I want your cock," she moaned, rubbing a hoof along her soaked vulva. "I want it so bad."

He gave her what she wanted, driving his cock in deep, past the medial ring in one go. She hadn't gotten much of a look at it earlier, but she knew he was bigger than Shamrock by a good two inches and a little thicker. He was big enough to stretch her ever so slightly, a wonderful feeling that she didn't get that often from the lucky stallions she picked up at random.

She made a mental note that if the stars aligned and she ever saw Applejack again, she'd tell her she was missing out.

"You like that, Applejack?" he asked, nibbling her ear as he started thrusting, slowly for now. "You like my big cock?"

She purred and nodded. "Yeah, baby. Your cock's fillin' me up real good~"

"Bet you regret joking about it now, don't you?" he asked. "You could've had this big dick every night if you'd just asked me nicely instead of being such a bitch." He slapped her ass with his hoof. Hard. "Apologize."

"Ah! I'm sorry I was a bitch," she hissed, a smile forming on her face. Stars above, she liked it rough.

"That's right. You should be sorry. But you're my bitch now."

She was practically rocking on the bed with every frantic thrust, and was glad the beds in this hotel were so sturdy. He was easily able to overpower her smaller frame and pin her to the bed beneath him, thrusting in and out with purpose, a real purpose beyond just getting his rocks off. The stallion fucked Velvet's pussy hard and fast seemingly without a care in the world for if she was enjoying it, which of course meant she was enjoying it immensely.

Every single thrust used the entire length of his cock, so she got to feel his medial ring roughly force itself in and out each and every time. His hips slapped against her ass and his balls swung into her clit; the reverberating slap, slap, slap of skin on skin echoing throughout the room. She could feel her slick juices splashing practically everywhere just because of how frenzied the fucking was.

She didn't know if his enthusiasm was because he was imagining that he was fucking Applejack right now, or because he knew that he wasn't and so could be rougher than he'd ever dream being with Applejack who would likely break him in half if he tried anything like this. Poor mare didn't know what she was missing; she wanted to go back in time tell AJ to suck up her pride and fuck this stud.

"I'm gonna cum now, Applejack," he grunted into her ear. "I'm gonna fill your bitch womb with so much fucking cum that you'll get knocked up for sure."

Velvet smirked; this guy had it worse than she thought. "No, don't!" she fake-pleaded. "I don't wanna get pregnant!"

"Tough shit."

Then came one last, powerful thrust, and Velvet felt a sudden jolt of pain—brief, but noticeable—as the flared tip of his cock slammed right up against her cervix, something she'd never really gotten to experience before.

"Applejack! Take it all!" he groaned.

She was used to pain—getting shot and stabbed in the gut had numbed her to the sensation—and didn't mind it in the least, so it didn't stop her enjoyment of the experience whatsoever. If anything it heightened it, not because of the pain she was feeling now, but because she knew that Streak's cock wasn't even the biggest.

She came when he did, as she always did, this time getting the unique sensation of having hot stallion spunk blasting directly into her hungry womb without anything in between. The wide flare of his cock was enough to easily lock in every last drop of thick, gooey foal batter that she milked out of him.

He took a brief moment to breathe and rest after blowing his load, and Velvet actually felt a little twinge of loneliness inside her once he softened and pulled out. Not a terrible withdrawal, to be honest, because he'd jettisoned enough into her womb that she still felt completely stuffed. But still, there was a big difference between just having a full womb and also having a thick cock hilted inside her.

To her surprise, as soon as Streak dismounted and his wonderful cock departed for elsewhere in the room, it was instantly replaced by another. Not by Hammer's… hammer, but by the familiar, smaller feeling of Steel Chaser. Steel didn't say a word whatsoever as he just shoved the entire length of his dick right into Velvet's pussy, he just did it, and immediately started thrusting, like she was just a hole to use.

Velvet didn't mind at all.

She didn't even mind when Spangled crawled up on the bed and shoved his erection into her face. She didn't mind when, after she got her lips around it, he shoved it all the way to the back of her throat. She didn't mind when his hooves took hold of the back of her head and he started fucking her throat like Steel was fucking her pussy.

In fact, she was less than bothered by it; she loved it. She was being used and she loved it.

Steel must not have been used to going two rounds with a mare before, because he didn't last very long until he shot another load of stallion spunk into her womb, mixing with the prodigious amount Streak had filled her with. Naturally, she came too, and now that the boys were going out of order she had lost track of how many times that had been. Three? Four? Five?

Steel dismounted almost as soon as he'd finished—just before he'd finished, actually, as he shot one last load up along the outside of her vulva and tailhole. Spangled continued fucking her throat, though, so she couldn't say anything—not that she'd protest—as Shamrock came up behind her and mounted her as well. Like Steel he did so without a word and without an ounce of restraint; he was balls-deep in one thrust, and he did not let up whatsoever.

Spangled came next, shooting a huge wad of thick cum right down Velvet's gullet. Because he'd done so without a word, she hadn't expected it and choked on the sudden flare of his tip and the rush of semen. She very nearly swallowed some down the wrong tube, and was both a little embarrassed that any stallion could make her choke on their dick but also incredibly turned on by that same fact.

Then, Shamrock reached his own climax and she came with him, She could almost feel her belly expand from the sheer volume of three stallions' entire loads filling her womb, and a little part of her brain was screaming at her to just let it happen, to just let one of these hot, virile studs knock her up and make her a mommy. But no matter how hot that made her, she resisted.

She barely registered the situation when both Shamrock and Spangled pulled out, giving her a chance to breathe for a moment and to roll over onto her back to look up at the ceiling.

But there was no time to rest. The moment had come, and Hammer Toss, the biggest stallion on the group—both in stature and in endowment—stepped over to the bed to take his turn. He dragged Velvet over to the edge so that he could stand comfortably with his hind legs on the floor, forelegs on the bed with his hooves right by her head. He didn't even look down to meet her gaze; she was just a fuckhole to him right now.

His big, heavy cock slapped down onto Velvet's stomach, and she looked at it with the same sense of enrapturement one would look at a cake if they'd been starving and alone in the wilderness for a week. His cock was bigger than any that she'd ever had or even seen before, and she'd watched her fair share of pornography when she was lonely some nights; the regular girth alone was as big as Streak's medial ring. It was pale pink in color, mottled along the tip with brown splotches.

It was magnificent.

No words were shared. Hammer just placed the tip of that huge monster at the entrance to Velvet's vulva and quite literally forced it in. It did hurt just a little bit, for a brief moment, especially as he just kept pushing until he got to the medial ring. She could feel herself being stretched so far that she thought she might just be torn right open. His thrusts started off slow and steady, but picked up the pace within moments.

He then shoved the medial ring inside, and for the first time that Velvet could remember—fake memories or no—she came before her partner did. The combination of immense pleasure of being completely and utterly full and the sensation of pain as her pussy expanded to accommodate this thing that had entered her, well, it was too much.

And he could tell that she did, too; he'd have to be numb not to feel the way her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice. "You're the first mare to last that long and take that much so easily," Hammer grunted, an almost feral growl in his voice. "I like you."

"Shut up and fuck me, stud," Velvet growled back. "Ruin me. Tear me in half."

He did just that, though he was still slow and methodical for now. His medial ring was firmly wedged inside her, so tight that even though he was clearly trying to pull it out, he couldn't. So, with nowhere to go but deeper in, deeper in he went. Each thrust stretched her out enough to accommodate more of his girth, until he was able to get another few inches inside.

The tip of his cock poked against her cervix, and she glanced down to see that he still had a few inches to go beyond that. Inches that he wasn't using. That just wouldn't do.

"What's the hold up, big boy?" she panted in between thrusts. "All the others got balls-deep. Aren't you stallion enough to do the same?"

Hammer grunted; she was so tight around him that it was probably hurting him as much as it was her to actually thrust. "I can't. I'm too big."

"Do it," she hissed, wrapping her hooves around his forelegs to brace herself. "I can take it."

He shook his head and slowed his thrusting. "No you can't. I've never gone that deep in a mare before."

"Honey, are y'all tellin' lil' ol' me what I can and can't handle?" she cooed. "Remember, I'm Applejack's cousin. We don't back down from nothin'. Now, fuck. Me. Good."

He paused a moment, then snorted air out of his nostrils like a true stallion, pulled back to his medial ring, and with one thrust he bottomed out inside her. Three inches of solid cock drove right past her cervix and into her womb, and yeah, it hurt like absolute hell. But between the pain and the pleasure of it all, Velvet came again, the second time she came before her partner did, all because of this one delectable cock.

A lesser mare would have passed out.

The sudden pressure of his cock invading her womb managed to squeeze out most of the spunk already in there, where it slowly seeped its way out of her and onto the bed and floor below.

She managed to compose herself enough to glance down at her stomach, where she could see legitimate proof that he was inside her: a noticeable distension in her belly. She put one hoof against it gently, rubbing slowly along the bulge like it was a cat; he grunted when she did.

"Ooh, can you feel that?" she purred.

He just nodded, teeth clenched from the squeezing pressure her tightness was inflicting on him.

Hammer did not stop to let her come down from her high, he just pulled back and thrust again, using only the three inches he had available; the flare of his cock made it impossible for him to pull out any further without actually damaging her, and he didn't know that she could just heal herself afterwards. He was a true gentlecolt. A gifted gentlecolt.

Every time he hilted inside her, his balls slapped her ass, soaked from a combination of her cum and the spunk of three other stallions. By now his balls were coated with the mixture of fluids as much as her ass and thighs were. Even as he pushed more and more love juices out of her cramped tunnel, they lubricated his mighty hammer enough to allow him to thrust without restraint.

And he did not last much longer than that, either. She could feel him tensing up, ready to cum, ready to paint her insides white with the virile seed of a real stallion, the kind that deserved to sow his oats with any mare he wanted, that any mare should be begging for foals from. Velvet got the most wicked idea just then, a devilish grin curling onto her lips as she reached up to pull the big stallion's face closer to hers.

"Go on…" she whispered. "Make me a mommy. Put a foal in me."

Whether he was scared or excited, Velvet didn't know or care, because that little statement was enough to make him thrust once more. An explosion of semen—this was no exaggeration—burst into Velvet's womb with the first spurt of his climax. Then another. Then another. Velvet watched as her stomach expanded after the second burst, then again after the third.

By the time he was done, she looked and felt like she had a little foal bump. She even cradled it gently as if it was. "Mmm… so full. Good thing I'm on the pill, huh? You could've knocked me up real good~"

He just barely managed to nod, but said nothing. The poor stallion was sweating like he'd been working out in the sun for hours; she took pride in making a stallion like him actually work for an orgasm. Surely no mare before her had given him this kind of pleasure.

Velvet had just enough cognizance to turn her attention to the other stallions in the room and gave them a half-hearted wave. "Well, boys… it's been fun. Thanks again for bein' so good to my cousin. I hope y'all know how much I appreciate that."

The other stallions, who were already in the midst of getting dressed, and gave little nods and mumbles of acknowledgement.

"Y'all should get goin', though. Y'all said ya got work in the mornin', and Applejack would have my hide if I made her wonderful friends late for work."

"Thanks for the evening, Miss Velvet," said Shamrock as he headed out.

"Oh yeah, a great time was had by all," agreed Steel.

"If you ever want to, uh… thank us again, you know where to find us," added Spangled.

"Tell New Girl we said 'hi' if you see her," added Streak with a little wink. "And let her know what she's been missing."

And with that, the four others departed.

Velvet then looked to Hammer and reached up to pat him on the shoulder. "You too, big guy. I know ya like bein' in there—believe me, so do I—but you've got work in the morning same as them."

Hammer pulled; Velvet hissed a little as his flared tip tugged on the inside of her cervix. But he stopped, then gulped. "I… I can't…" he said in almost a whimper, not the sort of noise a big stallion like him should be making. "I'm stuck."

Velvet blinked as she saw the bulge of his cock tug but otherwise did not move. He wasn't kidding. "Well, shit."