Disposing of the Evidence

Twilight couldn't believe how rough these two were being with her body. Were they always this way with Flurry? She moved her eyes as best she could, but she couldn't see that far. She caught a glimpse of Flurry's shoes by the door, and that was about it. She couldn't hear her, either, as the stallions inside of her were being a bit raucous. The black one behind her, aside from the grunting, was making a slapping sound every time his hips struck her buttocks. She didn't much mind his noise, but the bespeckled stallion in her throat was talking in sentence fragments, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't articulate it with any degree of certainty.

The only quiet one was the owner, having fallen out of her. With all of the action on top of him, he couldn't keep up, and had decided that he was just going to finger her, instead. He would be doing a good job, if she had the capacity to hold still, but no such luck.

"You can go a little harder," encouraged Flurry from behind Twilight's range of vision. "She's very durable."

Twilight's eyes went wide as those inside picked up speed. She already had no control of the situation, her hands just held onto the hips in front of her to keep her from falling over. She wasn't in any position to stop them. What's worse, the owner had lost his ability to finger her, and as a result. He now decided that the best course of action was to wrap his arms around her waist to keep her from sliding around even more.

How long had she been here? Thirty minutes? An hour? All afternoon into the evening? Twilight couldn't tell anymore. She'd lost track of time amidst the discomfort. Her only happiness at this point came from the fact that the pink cock in her throat was throbbing. She knew from her many sessions with her brother, and a few other stallions, that he was almost done.

"Take this, you WHORE!!" shouted the spotty stallion, the first complete sentence he'd said since entering her. As he exclaimed, he mashed his cock as far down her throat as he could, blocking her nasal passages with his abdomen. She couldn't breathe, and she couldn't push him off. She just had to hope he was quick. He fired off rope after thick rope down her throat. Most of it shot down her esophagus, but some was caught in her struggling trachea. She could only taste his balls, though.

After she slapped his hips several times, the stallion beneath her grabbed his tail and pulled him back a bit. "Give her some air, would you?" As the oxygen rushed back into her lungs, Twilight coughed up a big gob of cum that had made its way where it wasn't supposed to go. Her breathing was a bit raspy after that.

She didn't have much of a relief, either. The black cock in her arse started throbbing as well, and very soon, that erupted, too. He pulled out, spraying his seed all over her back, and into her mane. She was a mess, dripping cum out of her hair, her tail having been roughed up, and drooling out of her mouth and nose.

"I hope you had fun, boys," called Flurry, "because it's about time my auntie and I went home. We don't want a search party coming after us, do we?"

The two stallions that had just climaxed nodded and walked out of the room, grabbing their clothes off the floor. As Twilight picked herself up, she saw Flurry sitting in a mushroom chair in the corner. She'd been playing with a dildo while watching. If this had been Twilight's idea, Flurry would have helped out the owner, having been unable to please himself. That would have made for a more agreeable end for him.

She climbed out of bed, slipped the plug back up her arse, and began to dress herself as the remaining stallion wiped her down with a towel. It wasn't the best towel, and she'd certainly need a bath later, but the thought was what she valued. As she zipped up her skirt, she looked around at the floor. "Where are my panties?"

"We made a big stride today," smiled Flurry, moving to the fireplace in her bedroom after dinner. "All day with the plug, and eating dinner with cum in your mane and no panties? That's a good ten pictures right off the bat."

"What about your stallion friends?" asked Twilight. "Surely, servicing them all at once was worth another ten."

Flurry shook her head. "Not quite. I'm going to do something a little different with that. They'll rank your ability on a scale of one to ten. I'll add all those numbers up, divide by two, and round up. If they liked you, that's fifteen. If they didn't, that's just two."

"You owe me a new pair of panties, too."

"How was I supposed to know they'd be stolen?" asked Flurry, tossing the pictures into the fire. "I'll find out who took them tomorrow when I ask for their opinions. I'll even bring them back to you, if I can."

With a nod, Twilight walked out of the room. She hoped that Flurry's friends were pleased with what they'd done to her. She certainly hadn't tried to stop them. But something was nagging at the back of her mind.

She walked out of the castle and made her way back to the house and knocked on the door. It was just past sunset. When the door opened, the owner was wearing a towel and smelled like shower gel. "Princess Twilight?"

"May I come in?"

"Certainly." He stood aside once more and welcomed her across the threshold. This time, she led him over to the couch.

"I didn't have the chance to thank you earlier," she said, gesturing for him to sit. "You were easily the most well-behaved of the ponies here today, and it saddens me that you missed out."

"I mean, it's not the end of the world, but I--"

"Shhh..." Twilight pressed a finger to his lips, dropped down between his knees, and opened his towel. "You were a perfect gentleman; sharing your lube, holding me steady, making sure I didn't choke. Now I want you to know that I value stallions with good manners." He moaned and leaned back as she dragged her tongue up from his freshly washed balls up to the top of his clean tip. "I think it's about time you gave me that drink you offered," she giggled coquettishly.