Somecreature knocked on Frazzle Rock’s apartment door. Startled by the noise, she sloshed the bottle of cream she held in her mouth and spilled it outside her teacup.
“Hello? Is anyone home?” said a mare’s voice on the other side of the door. “It’s an emergency!”
“Coming!” said Frazzle, voice muffled by a cloth napkin as she cleaned up the cream.
It was a cool late-summer Funday morning in Canterlot. A gentle breeze blew in through Frazzle’s open third-story window, carrying with it voices, the clattering of carts, the clop of hooves on cobblestone, the gentle noises of a city waking up.
With great reluctance, Frazzle left her warm tea and navigated the narrow path of free floor space to the door. Piles of books rose around her; both on the bookshelves that lined every wall and stacked on the floor and the sofa. Minerals and geodes sparkled amongst the books; samples from her work at the Canterlot Geological Survey or from personal expeditions with Maud.
She checked herself in the mirror by the door. She was a small, leggy purple mare in her middle years, not what she used to be but still hot. She did her best to pat the free-floating strands of her fluffy, gray-streaked ginger mane into some kind of order. She wiggled her little round rump, pleased by the way her plaid bathrobe subtly accentuated its shape. That robe hid the magnificently bouncy oversized teats, round and perky even in middle age, but it couldn’t hide the way they made her ass wobble when she walked.
Frazzle lifted the hem of her robe to grab a little peek of side-crotch-boob. It was a blessing, to love one’s own body so much.
The knock at the door again, polite yet insistent. Frazzle sighed. Well. Time to stop perving on herself and see what this jerk wanted. She turned the door handle with her mouth and pulled it open. The young purple unicorn on the other side knocked her on the nose.
“Ow,” said Frazzle, straightening her glasses and rubbing at her snout.
“Oh! Hi!” said the unicorn. Frazzle recognized her as a new neighbor — a college student like most of the creatures who’d shared her apartment building through the years. They came and they went, but she wasn’t so oblivious that she couldn’t tell them apart. Loud, clueless, up all night, even the plainest of them relentlessly hot, she endured their parties and their fights and their stomping on the floor with earplugs and the patience of a gemstone statue even as she enjoyed how nice they looked when they were walking away.
Yes, Frazzle was always happy to see these kids go. “Can I help you with thomething?” she said, flecks of spittle flying from her lips as she hit the sibilants.
“Gosh are you okay?” said the young mare.
Frazzle narrowed her eyes in irritation. “I’m fine, but my tea is getting cold.”
The unicorn took a deep breath. She was a plump little lavender mare young enough to be Frazzle’s daughter, blessed with large, innocent purple eyes, luxuriant, luminous azure locks that fell almost to her knees, and a disarming ear to ear smile. “Okay, so, we haven’t met, but I’m your neighbor, Izzy Moonbow? I’m in my junior year studying fashion design at Image University. II moved in a few weeks ago.”
“Okay,” said Frazzle patiently. Thanks for getting the backstory out of the way, kid.
“This is a personal problem and I understand if you don’t want to help, but I was… I made a toy? And I was kind of messing around? And it got stuck.”
Frazzle blew out through her nose. A Whinnyapolis filly by birth, she’d never quite gotten used to that infamous Canterlot casualness about sex. Traditionally horny, Canterlot unicorns would ask you for sexual favors like they were asking to borrow a bowl of sugar. All you had to say was ‘no’, once, and they’d go away and leave you alone, confident they could find someone else to play with. Disconcerting, but anypony who enjoyed sex learned to appreciate it.
Frazzle Rock liked sex. She liked it very much. “All right. Well. You might as well thhow me.”
Izzy pranced around in a circle to face away from her. Firm muscle moved smoothly beneath jiggling baby fat. Gentle sunlight glowed sensuously on her gloss coat. Her ass cheeks — decorated with a heart-shaped pincushion cutie mark — bounced against each other like two hot air balloons floating at dock together. She gracefully tossed her tail to one side revealing firm, matte-finish delicate bits dark purple in hue. A thick white cord trailed out of her pert little ponut, draped over the upper curve of her pussy.
Frazzle leaned forward and squinted through her thick glasses. “You’ve got a piece of thtring up your butt.” The scent of Izzy’s nether regions drifted into her nostrils, rich and pungent. She inhaled, drawing a musky scent like mangoes and dark chocolate over the special sensory organ in the back of her snout, then rolled her upper lip up to hold it there. By the smell of things, the mare had already cum a couple of times this morning, so she’d enjoyed whatever was up her butt thoroughly before realizing she couldn’t get it out.
Izzy giggled. “Yeah. I love playing with my butt. But I’ve never gotten anything stuck up there before!” Her voice grew anxious. “I knew it was possible. But I thought since I had something to pull on…”
Frazzle stroked her chin. “So what’s on the thtring? Home-made anal beads?”
“Yup!” Izzy looked over her shoulder, eyes wide and glistening. “Can you help me? Please?”
Frazzle sighed. These college kids were such idiots. Away from home for the first time with no idea how to care for themselves they got into all kinds of trouble. It wasn’t her responsibility. She wasn’t this mare’s mother! Still. The plump unicorn was really hot. “All right. Come in. I’ll have a look but if I can’t get them out easily I’m thending you to the hothpital, okay?” She turned and headed back inside and sat down at the table by the window with her tea. “You’ll need to clear the thofa. The bathroom’s right through that door; get the big tub of lube from under the think and thome towels to protect the upholthtery.”
“Yes, mom!” said Izzy cheerfully.
Frazzle leaned over and lapped at her tea, eyes up to watch Izzy work. Soon the unicorn vanished into the bathroom, where she clattered and crashed around worryingly.
Izzy bounced out of the bathroom levitating a white jug. “I couldn’t find the towels, but… Oh, wait this is bleach. Be right back.”
More clattering from the bathroom. “All right,” said Izzy. “I’ve got the lube for sure this time, but I can’t find the towels…”
Frazzle heard the sound of a closet door opening, followed by an extended series of soft thumps. “Never mind!” said Izzy’s muffled voice. “Found them!”
Frazzle put her hoof against her forehead.
When she looked up again, Izzy lay draped enticingly over the arm of the sofa facing away from her with the towels in place and the lube waiting on the floor beside her. She lifted her long, flowing tail and waved it enticingly over her plump young cheeks, veiling and unveiling her ponut.
Frazzle climbed up on the couch behind her. She sniffed and nuzzled her silky ass. “Tell me if it hurtths.”
“That feels good,” said Izzy, stretching languidly. “It only hurts if I try to pull them out.”
Frazzle smiled. The smell and feel of this gorgeous mare’s body were intoxicating. If she did have to send her to the hospital, it was going to be very disappointing. “The first thing I’m going to do ith try to relax the area.”
She kissed the muscular curve of the base of Izzy’s tail. The unicorn groaned, and flopped her tail down over Frazzle’s head, gripping her and pulling her in. Frazzle wrapped her lips around the dock, soaking it with her spit, running her tongue back and forth over it.
“Fuck. Fuck. Lower, Mommy. Lower.”
“Language, young lady.”
“Sorry, Mommy!”
“Oh, you’ll be thorry when I’m done with you.”
Izzy giggled. Frazzle licked the inside of the unicorn’s cheeks where her fur thinned out and gradually gave way to the smooth warm flesh of her pussy and asshole. She savored the change in texture from soft, close-cropped fur to tender skin. Izzy’s plump body shivered; she let our moan after frustrated moan as Frazzle teasingly let her tongue drift to her pussy lips and then slide away. It was cruel, getting them both worked up when they might not be able to finish, but Izzy had interrupted her morning routine by doing something stupid, so she deserved it. If the young mare wanted a tumble with a more experienced older neighbor, she could have asked any time, rather than attempting to injure herself as an excuse.
“Feels so good,” gasped Izzy.
“Enjoy it while it lathts,” said Frazzle. Her teasing was having an effect. Izzy’s ponut flexed and opened a little showing a tiny circle of… something fuzzy and greenish-yellow.
“What’th up here? A parathprite?”
“I’m too embarrassed. You’ll see.”
Frazzle kissed Izzy’s asshole. Gently on the outside at first, then circling it with her tongue. She sucked the protruding pucker in between her lips, worshiping its pristine folds. Izzy made muffled moans as if stuffing her hooves in her mouth to keep from waking up the neighbors.
Izzy’s ass opened again. Frazzle ran her tongue over something firm and fuzzy. She pulled back a little, a string of spit linking her lips to Izzy’s ponut. “Push down. Can you get it out?”
Izzy’s strong young body tensed. Her hips shook. Her ass opened wider, but not wide enough.
Frazzle upended the lube over Izzy’s butt. The clear, viscous fluid trickled between her fat cheeks, over her dock, and across her asshole, which already glowed pink from their exertions so far. Rivulets rolled over her pussy, which drooled with its own lubrication. The older mare leaned in to work the lube in, pressing it inside Izzy’s ponut with her strong earth pony tongue. The tight muscular ring became soft and malleable, like rubber — this was expensive lube with a lot of magic in it, meant for the toughest sexual problems. Frazzle, a small skinny mare who liked big cocks and bigger toys, always kept plenty on hand.
“How does it feel?” said Frazzle. Lube coated the inner curve of Izzy’s ass cheeks, and Frazzle’s snout as well. Long, dripping cords of it linked her to the pretty ass, gooey and slimy and wonderful. It might almost be enough.
“It feels so good, Mommy,” moaned Izzy.
“Okay. Push down again. I’m going to pull.”
Frazzle took the cord in her teeth. She leaned back, neck muscles straining.
The arm of the sofa creaked as Izzy clutched it for support. “Oh f…”
“Language!” snapped Frazzle.
“Fudgesicles!” howled Izzy.
The cord stretched tautly; slick with lube, Frazzle had to grip it so hard she worried she might bite right through. Izzy’s pouty purple ponut protruded, pulsing. It blossomed slowly. A hard shape marked with two curving lines dawned from its depths.
“Nnngh!” said Izzy.
Frazzle felt a brief moment of triumph as a tennis ball, soaked in lube, emerged from Izzy’s straining asshole. The triumph faded quickly as another appeared immediately behind it, crowning out of her ass. Frazzle’s grip slipped, and both balls popped back inside the younger mare with a soft noise.
Izzy moaned with despair.
“Tennis balls?” said Frazzle. “Theriously?”
“I just like them so much!” groaned Izzy. “They’re so firm, and fuzzy, and round! I like to stuff them up my pussy, because I can just squeeze them out again. So I thought, why not my ass? I put a bunch on a string with a knot on the end, and shoved them up there! And it felt… oh my Harmony I came four times!”
Frazzle sighed. “But you didn’t knot the thtring between them.”
“No. I didn’t. Why should I have?”
“Because now they’re all sliding up and down on the thtring inside of you. You can’t pull them out one at a time, like with real anal beads. We’re gonna have to pull them out all at once. It’s probably gonna hurt. A lot. Hothpital?”
“No. I can do it!” said Izzy firmly. “Now that I know what I have to do, I can help you with my magic.”
“It’th your funeral. Lemme get more lube.” Frazzle clutched the jug in her hooves and held it upside down against Izzy’s dock. Lube glugged down, rolling over her ponut until a thick layer had built up on top of it. Most of the lube just trickled down the inside of her thick thighs and over her pussy in ropes.
Frazzle gripped the string in her mouth and hunkered down. “Count of three.”
Izzy took a deep breath. “Okay. One… Two… Oh Harmony, no, wait!”
Frazzle yanked on the string with all of her might. Every muscle in her body flexed until she trembled.
Izzy shrieked. Her asshole glowed with magic as she pulled it open from either side. Her hips trembled with the effort of bearing down.
Her ponut blossomed, wider than their last try. The first ball burst out, sliding out on a carpet of lube. Frazzle kept pulling. The next one, right behind it, crested and popped free, and a third followed after it.
“Mommy, it hurts!” wailed Izzy.
Frazzle tugged harder, so hard her neck muscles burned. A fourth… a fifth… how many had this idiot shoved up there? The question was answered when the seventh flew out at relativistic velocity, spraying lube. Frazzle fell backward against the far arm of the couch. Tennis balls bounced off her face like they’d been shot out of a pitching machine set to full automatic. She let the string fall from her aching jaws and rubbed her face, seeing stars. “Izzy, are you okay?”
“Urgle,” said Izzy.
The unicorn was draped over the arm of the couch, limbs limp, head hanging down. Her asshole gaped open, pink fluted rings inside gradually disappearing into darkness. Frazzle crawled over the lube-soaked towels and pulled the younger mare’s floppy body into her forelegs. “Are you hurt badly! Thpeak to me! Thpeak to me!”
A blissful grin was plastered onto her face. Her eyes stared at a point a million miles away. “I came,” she moaned. “So hard.”
“Right, okay, well, thath good. Don’t ever do that again.”
Izzy’s soft body slouched against Frazzle’s thin one. They sat together, breathing softly, their heads nestled cheek to cheek, lube drying sticky in their fur. Frazzle’s lower belly burned with lust. Her pussy dripped thick gooey mare juice. She needed Izzy, but the younger mare had been through a lot just now, and she didn’t want to push her.
Just as Frazzle was thinking this, the other mare’s lips rose to hers and they began to kiss. A long, leisurely, sloppy kiss that dripped drool down both of their chins. Izzy pulled open Frazzle’s plaid robe with her magic and slid her hooves in to explore her body. The narrow rib cage, the hard points of her shoulders, the rise of her pudgy little pot belly.
Izzy stroked the curve of one of Frazzle’s oversized teats. “I love these,” she whispered.
“They are pretty hot,” said Frazzle smugly.
Izzy lifted them in her hooves, weighing them. “They’re so soft and heavy. So over-ripe. Like a couple of juicy mangoes. Can I nurse?”
“Um, I’m not lactating…”
“Of course you’re not. I just want to suck on them.”
“Oh. Right. Yuppers, then.”
Izzy kissed down Frazzle’s neck, teasing her with little nips, and rubbed her cheeks against her chest ruff. She stuck her tongue in Frazzle’s belly button, making her squirm and wiggle, and kissed all over the lower curve of her belly. All the while, she rubbed at Frazzle’s teats with her hooves, pressing them deep into the sensitive, yielding flesh.
She stretched out on the couch with her head between Frazzle’s lean muscular thighs. Lifting one teat in both hooves, flesh overflowing even the two of them held together, she locked her lips around the nipple. Her mouth sucked down hard on it, pulling it and a lot of the flesh around it into her mouth. Frazzle groaned with pleasure and pushed Izzy’s mane out of her face so she could watch her suckle. Those dancing purple eyes looked right up at her, bottom eyelids curving up. She was smiling around the nipple.
Izzy hummed happily and mushed Frazzle’s teats together so that she could lick rapidly one to the other. Her tongue curled around the nipples, sending tingles of pleasure up Frazzle’s spine. Then she stuck her snout into Frazzle’s cleavage and wiggled it back and forth, buzzing her lips.
“Honey, mommy likes a good motorboating as much as the next girl. But I’m getting over-excited here. Can you lick my little puththy? Pleathe?”
Izzy smirked. “Mommy wants to cum?”
Frazzle spread her thighs and lifted her teats on top of them. She felt her dripping pussy wink at the younger mare. “Mommy wants to cum so bad. She loved pulling those tennis balls out of your hot little ass so much.”
“Good. I love a little scary butt fun. Spank me while I lick you?” She hoisted her hips up in the air and wiggled her well-rounded tush from side to side.
Frazzle replied by giving her a good solid swat on the cutie mark.
Izzy shivered. “Good! Harder! Harmony, I love that earth pony strength.”
Frazzle gave Izzy a series of leisurely slaps, taking time in between to enjoy stroking those pert, youthful bubbles of sweet muscle and delicious fat. Izzy’s face vanished beneath Frazzle’s massive teats — “Hehe boob hat!” her muffled voice came from underneath — and began to explore. She licked around Frazzle’s lower lips; scooped goo and sweat from the creases between her thighs and her crotch; her tongue wiggled between her ass cheeks to taste her ponut.
“The clit,” Frazzle moaned. “The clit please.”
Instead, a questing snout wriggled inside Frazzle’s soaking wet pussy, stretching her tight inner walls with its breadth. “Yeth! Fuck yeth!” the older mare gave that ass an extra-hard smack. “But clit. Clit! Can’t cum without clit!”
“Language, Mommy!” came Izzy’s muffled voice.
Frazzle squirmed her hips and ground them in a circle as the vibrations of her voice traveled through her pelvis. “Mnnnnghhhh oh!”
Izzy began to hum and pushed her face against the older mare’s pussy lips, vigorously snout fucking her. Her horn glowed and a tiny nub of pressure pushed against Frazzle’s clit, making pleasure flame through her lower body. Frazzle groaned, realized she was drooling, tried to wipe it away, missed, just drooled more. No longer able to find the presence of mind to spank her new friend, she pushed a hoof under her tail to rest her frog over that pert little asshole, still hot from being brutalized by tennis balls.
The unicorn’s sweet blunt snout dove into Frazzle’s tight, hot snatch, a little tongue slurping around in front of it, teasing her in all her deepest places. The pressure on her clit increased, sped up, rubbing in rapid circles. Frazzle gasped, wrapped her hind legs around Izzy’s shoulders. Her thigh muscles twitched. Her densely curly mane was plastered to her forehead with sweat.
The pressure on her clit grew to a great, burning fire. Pleasure shot through her pussy. She clenched down her lower muscles, drawing out the bliss. She raised her hoof and brought it down with all her wiry strength on Izzy’s sweet little ponut. The flesh rippled and rebounded away from the blow like she was fat paddling a cave slime.
Izzy screamed inside of Frazzle’s pussy. Her jaw spread wide, straining painfully at her inner walls. The pain came at the right time to double the strength of Frazzle’s orgasm.
A wall of blackness followed the joyous rush of sexual delight.
When she came to, every joint ached. A playful snout and tongue were still rummaging around her nether bits. “Ouch! Puththy too thensitive!” She shoved Izzy’s face out of her crotch.
“You okay, there, old lady?” said Izzy. Frazzle’s glasses had fallen off somewhere in all the excitement, but she could see the white gleam of Izzy’s pussy eating smile clearly enough. She could have seen it from orbit.
“I’m fine.” Her whole body hurt. Oh, that had felt good, but she wasn’t used to the amount of energy a youngster could bring to sex. Getting older sucked. “Jutht let me… lie down for a little.”
When she was next aware of reality, she was lying lanky small spoon to Izzy’s round soft big spoon, cradled in the pillowy softness of her bed. She did not remember getting in bed; the unicorn must’ve teleported them here. Izzy smelled sweet and clean like she’d taken a bath while the older mare was conked out.
“Well thank Harmony you’re finally awake,” said Izzy. “I thought I’d knocked you into a coma.”
Frazzle stretched. It felt good. Everything felt good. Especially Izzy’s tummy and teats pressed against her croup. A good nap could work miracles. “I’m glad I agree to help you.”
“So,” said Izzy. “What did you have planned for the rest of the day?”
“Hmm? Not much. Reading, mostly, I guess.”
Izzy reached around to stroke Frazzle’s chest ruff. “Well, not to be forward, but if you can get your creaky old ass in gear, I was thinking you could buy me brunch.”
Frazzle raised an eyebrow. “Oh, could I?”
“And then maybe we could take in a matinee. And after that maybe… I don’t know, shop for a decent set of anal beads? For tonight?”
Frazzle smirked. “I’ll get washed up, then.”
