A Dream Fulfilled

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Princess Luna, Shadowbolts, Porn, Fetish, Slice of Life, Sex
Length: 6657

Dash finds herself tempted by an opportunity she thought she'd lost...

Even though it happened so many years ago, Rainbow Dash still often muses on what would have happened if she'd taken Nightmare Moon's offer to captain the Shadowbolts. With little else to do one evening, and with the memory of that fateful night resurfacing, she decides to visit the chasm where she encountered the once-evil Princess; there, she is presented with a rather tempting proposal...

Kinks Include: Male on Female, Female on Male, Female on Female, Oral, Vaginal, Spitroasting, Exhibitionism, Size Difference, Squirting, Musk, Cock Worship, and a Well-Earned Creampie

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Published 2021-09-01 20:00:04 UTC
Last updated 2021-09-01 20:00:04 UTC

Moonlit Magnetism

Wistfully trotting up to the chasm, one of the sites of her first adventure with Twilight and her friends, Dash sighed. She’d accomplished more in the last few years than she could have ever dreamt of, from joining the Wonderbolts to saving Equestria several times, yet even she occasionally thought about what could have been - how things may have turned out differently. Though it felt like a small eternity ago, her encounter with Nightmare Moon still haunted her.

Ever since she was a little filly, she’d always yearned to become a member of the illustrious Wonderbolts - not just because they were the best of the best, but because she wished for everypony to acknowledge her skill, speed, and all the time she’d devoted to becoming a top-tier flier. Most of her youth had been spent practicing, pushing herself to soar higher, dive faster, and maneuver more precisely than anypony, and that determination had carried her on into adulthood. Sadly, having tried and failed several times to be accepted into the team’s training program, she’d all but given up on her lifelong goal - at least she had, until she found herself confronted by the newly freed villain.

Nightmare Moon had been cordial, revealing herself before the very chasm she’d come to visit, and made her an offer - become the leader of her team, the Shadowbolts, and abandon her friends. She’d had no way of knowing it was the ne'er-do-well at the time, presuming it was actually a squadron of pegasi, but she’d nearly buckled under the promise of getting something she’d always longed for. In the end, she’d turned down the opportunity outright, finding her companions and their mission to be far more important.

Everything had turned out for the best: they’d vanquished Nightmare Moon, returned Princess Luna to normal, and averted a catastrophic prophecy which may have spelled doom for all of Equestria - still, she couldn’t help but wonder on the what ifs. Had she accepted the villain’s proposal, becoming the captain of the Shadowbolts, her life would have undoubtedly shaped up much, much differently. Peering into the foggy gorge, with the moon glowing above the cloud cover, she kicked a pebble off the cliff.

A part of her knew it was a silly thought to even consider placing her ambitions over her friends, yet she couldn’t help it. She had eventually been accepted by the Wonderbolts, and even gone on a few tours with the distinguished aeronauts, but she was far from a Captain - heck, she wasn’t even an officer! She may eventually climb the ranks, with enough hard work and a pinch of luck, although that wasn’t a certainty - not like the promise of leading the nefarious team she’d met that night so long ago.

Turning, feeling foolish for even considering something so selfish, she extended her wings and made ready to return home - that was, until hearing a twig crack behind herself. It wasn’t like many ponies came into that part of the woods, especially not on such a gloomy night, yet something had definitely made a noise. Peeking over her shoulder, looking to the opposite side of the gorge, she spied a lone, shadowy figure trotting through the mist.

“The offer still stands, Rainbow Dash,” a soft, all too familiar voice intoned. “You could still become my captain.”

Dash blinked in disbelief, spotting none other than Princess Luna move into view. “Luna? What are you...Nevermind.”

She’d been seconds from asking the young diarch why she was out at such an hour, but then she remembered whom she was talking to. As the Princess of the Night, Luna was almost exclusively nocturnal, tending to her duties after the sun had set, so it would have made less sense meeting the royal after dawn. Hopping into the air, effortlessly crossing the ravine, she landed some half-dozen paces from the umbral alicorn.

Smiling over at the Princess, giving the smallest dip of her head, she considered what, if anything to say. Though she’d met Luna multiple times, and played an instrumental role in freeing her of Nightmare Moon’s curse, she wasn’t necessarily friends with the Princess - sure, they were on good terms with one another, but it wasn’t like they socialized all that frequently. Awkwardly shifting in place, hoping her unexpected and regal visitor would explain herself, she reluctantly averted her gaze.

“There’s no need to feel bashful about your ambitions, Dash,” Luna muttered, taking a step closer. Seeing the pegasus glance to her face, noting the blush in the mare’s cheeks, she grinned. “You must remember, I can see your dreams…”

“I - darn it,” Dash groused, glowering down at the ground. “It’s not like I would ever really turn on my friends, they’re some of the best ponies I’ve ever met, but you don’t know how hard it is - how hard I’ve tried to get the recognition I deserve.”

Inching forward, the Princess lowered her head. “While I may not personally know what you’ve endured, I realize how much you long for it, the resolve you’ve developed for it, and how joyous you would be to accomplish your goals, which is precisely why I’ve decided to give you a second chance. Join me as the leader of the Shadowbolts. They’re huge fans of yours.”

“Who’s a fan of…” Dash trailed off, looking over and spying a pair of titanic figures flanking the Princess.

She had no idea who the two ponies were, where they’d come from, or how she could have possibly missed them before, but the duo were adorned in the uniforms she’d first seen on that fateful night. Both the stallions were pegasi, though their features and colorations were concealed beneath the jumpsuits covering their bodies. The one thing that did strike her was the sheer size of the mysterious fliers.

Ordinarily speaking, only the largest ponies could rival an alicorn’s size, even a relatively small one like Luna, yet the twosome standing at the Princess’ sides were easily as tall and nearly double the breadth of the svelte diarch. Appearing almost as twins, with midnight-black plumage and snouts, they smirked over at her, sending an excited shiver up her spine. If the pair really were fans of hers, she wouldn’t mind giving them a friendly hello, if nothing else.

Uneasily extending a forehoof towards the leftmost stallion, considering he was marginally closer than his doppelganger, she glanced between the two.

“I’d offer you an autograph, but I didn’t bring anything to write with,” she weakly laughed.

“I’m Dross,” the nearest rumbled, shaking her proffered hoof.

Taking one large step, all but looming over her, the twin nodded. “And I’m Slag.”

“Well, you stallions are - uh…” she sputtered, somewhat overwhelmed by their imposing stature.

“They don’t talk that much, I’m afraid,” Luna giggled, breaking the tension. “I’ve had them at my beck and call for years now, and they are quite fond of you.”

“Of my flying?” Dash quipped, shaking the other stallion’s hoof.

“Amongst other things, yes,” the Princess glibly remarked, sauntering around the trio of pegasi. “Were you to lead them, I’m sure they’d be most appreciative.”

As the stallions moved to her sides, all but pinning her between them, Dash gulped. Not only were Dross and Slag unnaturally large, but they were exceptionally well muscled. Their flight suits clung to their sculpted frames, showing off their nearly identical, adonic physiques, yet that wasn’t their only striking feature. With the duo standing so close to her, less than a foot away, she detected the first hint of their ambrosial scent.

While it wasn’t like she’d ever paid much attention to what stallions smell like, even she was stricken by the earthy, masculine aroma permeating from the pair of studs. Breathing deeply, suppressing a slight thrilled tremor, she glanced between their faces. To think that they were admirers of hers was gratifying, yet the thought of the two following her orders, paired with Luna’s nebulous statement regarding their fondness for her, warmed more than just her heart.

“Though they may be a bit more brawny than any Wonderbolt, I assure you that they’re quite capable in every way,” the Princess noted.

Looking over her shoulder and back at the alicorn, Dash piqued a brow. “Really?”

Luna nodded, waving a hoof at them. “Aside from their physical strength, they are quite nimble, clever, and exquisitely well-trained. Were you to give them an order, they’d follow you without question - in fact, perhaps you’d appreciate a small demonstration,” she hummed, shifting her focus to the pair. “Dross, Slag, allow your new captain to inspect you.”

“Yes, my Princess,” the stallions responded in unison, extending their wings and reaching for the back of their uniforms.

“Why would I need to inspect them?” Dash inquired, cocking her head. “And who said I was their Captain?”

Shuffling back, noticing the pair wriggling out of their garments, her eyes widened. Quite literally peeling themselves out of the skin-tight outfits, exposing their sweat-slickened hides, Dross and Slag quite literally stripped for their would-be Captain. They’d been impressive before disrobing, but the spectacle of their bare bodies set her blood racing. As they worked in tandem, stepping out of their garb, her eyes were subconsciously drawn towards their loins.

Though she hadn’t intended to peek at their nethers, she was stunned by the sight which awaited her. For the briefest of moments, she assumed she was peering at Dross’ hind leg, yet that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Long, girthy, and as dark as pitch, his flaccid stallionhood shamelessly hung from his groin and steamed in the cool air. It took her less than a second to realize what she was looking at, immediately blushing and looking to his partner, where a similar sight was unfolding.

Just as well-hung as his teammate, Slag’s endowment had been freed from its confines. Unsure of where to look, feeling more awkward than ever, Dash backed away. It was one thing to see stallions trotting about in the buff - heck, it happened on a day to day basis - yet it was something else entirely to encounter one who was relaxed or aroused enough to have their stallionhood on display. Steadily extracting herself from between the duo, doing her level best not to peer at their equipment, she bumped into something or, more precisely, someone.

“Modesty isn’t exactly one of their strong suits - then again, that may be why they’re so fond of you,” Luna snickered. “By the way, did I mention they’re twins?”

“Wha...I…” Dash faltered, struggling to form a sentence.

Though she was a bit reluctant to admit it, humility had never been a strong suit of hers - still, she’d never been brazen or foolish enough to flaunt her body in front of somepony she’d only just met. Sensing her marehood grow moist, and her mouth starting to water, her thoughts raced. Even if the stallions were fans of hers, that didn’t explain why they were…

Like a bolt from the blue, realization dawned on her. Luna’s veiled words about the studs, their excitement over seeing her, and the Princess’ order for them to undress left little room for doubt - Dross and Slag weren’t just run-of-the-mill fans, they were admirers. The revelation struck her like a gong, paradoxically amplifying her arousal and apprehension, yet the alicorn wasn’t finished with her yet - no, not by a long shot.

Pressing herself to the stricken mare’s side, Luna casually ran the pinions of one wing up Dash’s back and brought a muzzle to the petrified pegasus’ ear. “Did I mention they’re twins?”

The sinful admission, teasing at a depraved fantasy she had never uttered a word of to anypony, brought Dash’s head whipping towards the Princess. The alicorn’s mysterious appearance could have been a coincidence, and she may have been able to dismiss the oddly timed offer of captaining a team of elite fliers, but having a pair of drop-dead gorgeous stallions, each of which having her preferred body type, had been the final straw. Right then and there, without a shadow of a doubt, she knew the Princess had been spying on her.

“I can not believe you,” she groused, leaping away from the smirking Princess.

Luna gave the barest shrug, before she straightened up and turned to face the irate mare. “What’s not to believe? You were instrumental in freeing me from the curse of Nightmare Moon, you’re the bearer of an Element of Harmony, and you’ve saved Equestria on numerous occasions.”

Scrunching her snout, Dash held her ground. “What does that have to do with any of this?”

“Because,” the alicorn began, leaning in and lowering her tone, “I thought it only fair that I show a bit of gratitude…”

“I…” Dash cut herself off, mulling the Princess’ words.

It was a well known fact that Luna could enter the dreams of others, but it wasn’t commonly known that the alicorn could also manipulate the thoughts of sleeping ponies. Looking between the Princess and twin studs, catching a fleeting glimpse of their semi-erect stallionhoods, she shook her head. While she wasn’t happy that her regal visitor had peeked in on her subconscious wants and deep, dark fantasies, she couldn’t change what had already happened - that being said, she did have a question.

“So is this a dream,” she demanded, her annoyance growing tinged by genuine curiosity, “or are you three actually real.”

“Don’t we look real?” Dross murmured. Sauntering closer to the befuddled pegasus, swinging his flank to the side, he slapped his length against his belly.

Distracted as she was, nearly entranced by the bawdy display, Dash failed to notice Dross’ sibling creeping towards her, until it was too late. A deep, throaty hum sent tingles of excitement to her frame, as Slag blew hotly on her ear. “Or sound real?”

The one-two punch of sensory input sent Dash reeling, leaving her in a daze. They most certainly looked and sounded real, captivating her with their handsome faces, beautiful physiques, and sonorous tones, whittling away at the senses they hadn’t taunted. Sauntering side by side, smiling all the while, they closed on her and dealt her yet another crippling blow. While Dross draped his head over her left shoulder, Slag mirrored the movement on her right.

“Or feel and smell real?” they asked in perfect harmony, lightly grinding themselves against her.

The sensation of their soft coats over their well-defined muscles, coupled with the nearly intoxicating fragrance nearly broke her. Roused from its slumber, awoken by the call of two doubtlessly virile demigods, her marehood angrily seized upon itself. The breath hitched in her throat, lewd, unasked for imaginings assailed her mind, and her limbs weakly quaked. Despite her valiant attempts to stave off her bestial impulses, her higher functions waned.

Sadly, between her flight practice, the adventures she was almost constantly ensconced with, and her other obligations of life, one of the few areas of her life which had gone neglected were bedroom affairs. Though she would have liked to get some hunky, preferably smooth talking stallion to while away her time with, and share moments of intimacy, she lacked the time, luck, and motivation to find a coltfriend. Unfortunately for her, the years of abstinence had left her with an itch that dearly needed to be scratched.

Under certain circumstances, such as meeting a particularly suave or attractive stud, her baser urges would almost become too much to bear, and that wasn’t even accounting for her natural cycle. On the occasions of her estrus, with her body downright demanding she seek the sensual embrace of a stallion, she was nearly driven mad with lust - to the point where she oftentimes sequestered herself at home to ride out the hormonal maelstrom. There weren’t many, if any, who knew about her well-kept longing for sexual attention, yet her subconscious had betrayed her to the Princess of the Night.

“Why deny yourself such joys,” Luna cooed, running a forehoof up the gobsmacked mare’s hind leg. “Just imagine the two of them worshiping you - serving you in every conceivable way…”

“Shut up!” Dash blared, beating her wings and leaping into the air. Landing some dozen feet away, staring daggers at the trio, she ignored her flagged tail and trail of nectar creeping down her inner thigh. “What the buck do you want?”

Looking at one another, with their confused look shifting to a toothy grin, Dross and Slag shifted in place, presented their sides to her, and hiked a hing leg. The scandalous peeks of their stallionhoods was eclipsed outright, as she was given an unfettered view of their nethers. Like mirror images of one another, each bore a gargantuan endowment and pair of ripe, heavy balls, and they were peering directly at her.

“We want nothing more,” one began, his deep voice tickling her id. “Than to serve you…” the other concluded.

“I...I…” Dash stammered, unable to keep herself from gazing at their equipment.

“You know,” Luna breathed, somehow appearing just beside the overly-flustered pegasus, “this may just be a dream…”

Dash straightened, dumbfounded by the notion. The situation in which she found herself did have a number of particularly odd features, not least of which being the appearance of a Princess and two of the hottest stallions she’d ever laid eyes upon, but it certainly felt like an actual experience, albeit an uncanny one. Considering the idea, uncertain of whether or not it was some sort of trick, she squinted up at the alicorn.

“How would I know if this is real or not?” she pressed, leveling a hoof at the Princess.

Rolling her eyes, Luna’s coy grin never wavered. “Ask yourself this, what is the likelihood that I and a duo of studs, stallions seemingly custom made to suit your tastes, would just happen to show up at the very spot you came to wistfully muse on your past?”

The alicorn’s words made sense, casting further doubt on Dash’s tenuous grasp of reality. She had experienced some remarkably realistic dreams in the past, with one or two resulting in her having to launder her sheets the following morning, yet this was different - almost uncannily vivid. With her self-control wavering, tempted by the thought of some relief from her carnal tension, she timidly stepped towards the duo.

“Don’t worry,” Luna purred, “it’ll be our little secret.”

“So you two really - H...hey!” Dash bleated, as the pair of studs lowered their legs and strode towards her.

“Please, allow us,” Dross whispered, smoothly moving around behind her.

While she tracked the stallion, wholly ignoring his twin, Slag caught her unawares. Trotting before her, bringing a hoof below her chin, he lifted her head, leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers. Her whole body stiffened, taken aback by the passionate kiss, yet her suppressed amorous instincts quickly took hold. Closing her eyes, while his breath washed over her face, she returned his affection.

It had been ages since she last kissed anypony, yet she knew exactly what to do. Casting her inhibition to the wind, she pressed her tongue into his mouth. If the scenario was simply a figment of her imagination, she had every intention of capitalizing on it - if not, well, she could always deny it had ever happened in the first place. Giving a light moan, ignorant to the stallion creeping up behind her, something warm and moist graced her thigh.

A startled squeak escaped her, when she was immediately reminded about Dross’ whereabouts. Though she couldn’t see the towering pegasus, and she certainly wasn’t about to break her kiss, it took her little time to deduce what the stud was up to. Hearing his contented hum, feeling what had to be his tongue languidly approaching her crotch, she broadened her legs and flipped her tail to the side. If she was going to cave to her lecherous cravings, by Celestia, she was going to enjoy everything they had to offer.

Slag’s large, muscular tongue made short work of subduing her, forcing its way into her maw, yet that wasn’t quite as captivating as what the stud’s brother was up to. Reaching her drool marehood, giving her an introductory kiss, he set upon her sex like a famished beast. Rolling her hips back, with her eyelids fluttering, she ground her sopping-wet snatch against his muzzle.

“Isn’t that better?” Luna smugly inquired.

Though Dash was vaguely aware of the question, and that the Princess was doubtlessly watching the show, she had more important things to worry about. Dream or not, she’d committed herself to the depravity, and there was no backing out now. Heartily making out with one stallion, while the other feasted on her loins, she allowed herself to succumb to their licentious assault.

It had been years since anypony had eaten her out, and that paled in comparison to Slag’s oral skill. Drawing his tongue up and down her sex, periodically fixating on her winking clit, his ministrations were astounding. The sheer amount of skill he displayed was only rivaled by his enthusiasm, elevating the experience to an unfathomable level, yet he wasn’t the only element at play.

Dross’ wings crept forth, lovingly caressing her back and shoulders, while he frenched her. Although she was far from an expert kisser, having only gone that far with a small hoofful of ponies, she succumbed to his advance. Trapped between the siblings, hearing them groan, her passion soared.

There were few moments in Dash’s life when she found herself unable to think, but be darned if this wasn’t one of them. The sensation of being venerated by a duo of titans was beyond cathartic, reducing her to little more than a randy school filly. Never in a million years would she have thought she’d find herself in such a scandalous situation, something akin to a porno or wet dream, yet there she was and she was loving every second of it.

“Aren’t they amazing?” the Princess mused, as if sensing the little pegasus’ thoughts.

Though the comment was a subtle reminder of the voyeuristic alicorn’s presence, Dash did her best to disregard it. Considering Luna had set the whole thing up, introducing her to the duo of dreamboats, she’d gone past the point of caring about casual exhibitionism; since there was a very real possibility that none of it was real, she saw no harm - for buck’s sake, the Princess could and more than likely had seen more outrageous scenarios in her head.

Thoroughly enjoying herself, succumbing to the wondrous sensations her lovers afforded, Luna’s contented chuckle did its best to distract her. Furrowing her brow, extending her wings around Dross’ neck, she shrugged off the Princess’ amusement - that was, until something gently played over her teats. For the briefest moment, she assumed Slag had decided to up the ante, more than likely brushing his feathers against her bosoms, but then she heard it - the unmistakable hum of sorcery.

Cracking one eye, she peered to the side. With her horn wreathed in an cobalt aura, Luna hid her mischievous smirk behind a forehoof. She hadn’t anticipated the regal spectator taking an active role in the festivities, but she had no room to complain - not simply because the entire affair had been orchestrated by the Princess, but because the added bliss pushed her closer to her limit. All but whimpering, beset on all sides, she struggled to keep her legs from shaking.

“Such a good mare,” Luna remarked, gingerly twisting the prismatic pegasus’ nipples. “Just give in and submit to that feeling welling up inside you…”

Either the Princess had made a very good guess, or she’d noticed the telltale signs of Dash’s impending release - either way, the delicate goading was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Throwing her head back, pushed past the breaking point, she was wracked with an ecstasy like she’d never known. The flood of orgasmic nectar erupting from her depths washed away her tension, drowning her misgivings and ushering in a rapturous euphoria.

Panting aloud, barely able to remain standing, Dash hung her head. “B...buck…”

Gratifying would be a woeful understatement to the satisfaction of the climax. Leagues better than any sexual experience she’d ever had with somepony else, let alone by herself, the duo had nearly caused her to collapse from oral alone. As she fought to catch her breath, while Dross and Slag allowed her a moment to recover, Luna released her sorcerous grasp and stepped in.

“And you haven’t even gotten the full treatment yet,” the Princess whispered.

“T...the - Cough - f...full treatment?” Dash croaked, only then comprehending what the alicorn had meant.

She’d been given what she wanted, granted a climax of unbelievable strength, yet neither of the studs had received even the slightest bit of sensual attention themselves. Shakily looking between them, noting their turgid stallionhoods throbbing in the cool air, she gnawed her lip. She told herself that it was only fair to please them, that she owed them for the affection they’d lavished her with, but deep down she knew that it was a lie - deep down, she pined to see what pleasures they could truly deliver.

“Go on,” Luna urged, her voice so faint that it may have been Dash’s imagination, “you know you want to…”

Dash was not about to verbalise her wanton desires, in spite of how correct the diarch was, leaving her at an impasse. On one hoof, being rutted in front of somepony was as taboo as it was distasteful - on the other, the alicorn had just witnessed her unapologetically being eaten out while french kissing a stallion she’d only just met. Her arousal warred with her sense of reason, winning out by the slimmest margin, as she turned, leaned forward, and pressed her chest to the dusty earth.

Forcing herself not to look back, lest she risk seeing the judgement of the startlingly perverse Princess, she silently awaited either Dross or Slag to seize the initiative and claim her. Honestly, only able to accommodate one stallion at a time, she couldn’t care less which of the siblings mounted her. Resting her head on her forehooves, wondering how they would settle on who rutted her, something curious happened.

A set of hooves trotted into view, moments before a wing reached down and stroked her cheek. Looking up, seeing Slag smiling down at her, her heart skipped a beat. There was a way that both of them could make use of her, though it would be even more embarrassing than her previous display. Pushing herself up, while the stallion stepped over her rising head, she found herself face to face with the stallion’s colossal cock.

Guided by his musk, staring down his immense shaft, she expectantly opened her mouth. The big bastard was so tall that she could blow him while hunched over - which was exactly what she planned to do. Craning her neck, bringing her snout to his stallionhood, she lightly kissed the tip of his length. As she extended her tongue, hoping for nothing more than to wrap her lips around him, a tremendous weight landed atop her hips.

“She’s so eager,” Slag endearingly commented, bucking his hips and smearing his pre-cum against her face.

“That she is, and positively drenched,” Dross added, sliding his member between her thighs and against her crotch.

The thrill of it all, about to be spitroasted by a pair of the largest, most heavily endowed stallions she’d ever met, was nearly maddening. Spreading her legs and arching her back, feeling the heat of Dross’ dick glide betwixt her modest bosoms, she mutely pleaded to be impaled. Even in her youth, when she’d grappled with her budding carnality, she’d never been so turned on.

“I believe that’s enough for now, don’t make the poor mare beg,” Luna intoned.

Despite order serving as yet another reminder that she was being watched, Dash was immeasurably grateful towards the Princess. Without another word, the siblings situated themselves and made ready. With one cock at her muzzle, and the second nudging her entrance, the duo slipped into her from both ends.

The sensory influx of having a gargantuan stallionhood sliding into her maw and over her tongue, coating her taste buds with the salty, earthy flavor of Slag’s unwashed flesh, was only eclipsed by the feeling of Dross’ length stretching her slavering marehood open. Trembling, overcome by the enormity of it all, it was all she could do to hold herself steady as they steadily ground their hips forward.

Left at their mercy, holding herself steady, she allowed them to make use of her. On the few other occasions when she’d bedded somepony, she regularly took the lead, motivated by her competitive nature - now, overwhelmed by the raw intensity of being spitroasted by two monstrous cocks, she was barely able to keep from collapsing. While one stallion pressed to the back of her throat, causing her to lightly gag, the other delved her depths and bumped against her cervix.

Remaining deathly silent, with their shoulders pressed together, the brothers moved in tandem. Withdrawing a fraction of their lengths, they steadied themselves and started rutting her in earnest. The feeling of them using her, steadily plowing her muzzle and taut sex, was unimaginable, nearly beyond comprehension, yet the discomfort of accommodating the duo of huge stallionhoods quickly subsided, replaced by pure, unrefined pleasure.

It wasn’t like she was used to having something so big inside her, but she quickly warmed to the feeling. The way her marehood clung to Dross’ shaft, being pulled back with each backstroke, was astonishing, although servicing Slag was no less compelling. Mopping his length with her lips, lavishing the underside of his dick with her tongue, her palate was quickly coated by his pre-cum.

While they sawed into her, alternating thrusts, she steeled her resolve and sank her hooves into the earth. Though it took every bit of effort she could muster, she forced herself to move along with them. Attempting to fellate one stud while rocking back to meet a second’s plunges wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, especially since she had to fight through a blissful, post-climactic haze, but she was able to manage, if only just.

Getting their timing down, she swayed herself forward and back, doing what she could to match their mounting zeal. The entire affair was like a hedonistic juggling act, in an all too real sense. Lifting her chin and relaxing her throat, letting Slag slide into her gullet, she rammed her ass into reverse. As her ass impacted against Dross’ groin, feeling his pendulous nuts rhythmically slap her clit, she shuddered and repeated the motion.

Little by little, bit by bit, the brothers moved with increasing speed and force. Unfortunately for Dash, her enthusiasm was only able to carry her so far. Between her unrestrained excitement, feeling herself approaching another orgasm, and the knowledge that a Princess was watching the unsavory display, her strength gradually left her.

“I - Unf - think she’s close,” Slag grunted above her.

Continuing to pound away, accosting her inner gate, Dross transitioned from long, deep strokes to a series of rapid-fire thrusts. “Perhaps we should -”

“No,” Luna huffed, bringing the duo to an immediate halt.

Like a pair of well-trained soldiers, the siblings backed away and unsheathed themselves from the quivering mare. Dumbfounded, on the cusp of cumming a second time, Dash looked between them. She’d known they were loyal to their Princess, but she couldn’t comprehend how they’d abandoned her so easily! Shakily straightening up, feeling figuratively and literally empty, she looked between the three.

“You were so hesitant before, but now you look heartbroken,” Luna lightheartedly hummed, gazing at the askance pegasus. “If you’d like them to continue, you could always…”

The alicorn trailed off, peering over to a nearby tree stump. Dash swallowed hard, following the Princess’ gaze, knowing what was expected of her. If she wished for more, which she dearly did, she would have to take an even more compromising position. Anxiously trotting over to the trunk, with her vestigial reservations imploring her to stop, she seated herself and laid back.

Draped atop the stump, looking down her chest at the approaching trio, she splayed her hind legs. Modesty be darned - after everything she’d gone through, she would not be satisfied until she’d earned the brothers’ essence. As Luna stepped nearer and lowered her head, inching perilously close to her gaped sex, the corners of her lips turned up.

“Such a beautiful sight,” the diarch murmured, blowing hotly on the pegasus’ netherse. “I think I’ll just…”

Dash gasped, as the Princess began lapping at her marehood. The last thing she’d expected was for the royal to get her hooves dirty, so to speak, so was immediately caught off guard by the surprise oral. Seeing the alicorn peek up at her, while eagerly munching on her cunt, she clamped her thighs around Luna’s face.

She couldn’t say what had inspired the Princess to take part, but she wasn’t about to complain about the development. Raising her waist, giving the alicorn better access to her groin, she hooked her knees over Luna’s shoulders. She’d flown past the point of caring, caving completely to her lust; so long as the seemingly endless rapture continued, she wasn’t concerned about who became involved.

To her pleasant surprise, either through experience or marish knowhow, Luna definitely knew what she was doing. The way the Princess’ tongue and pouting lips delicately caressed the most sensitive parts of her sex, sending bolts of pleasure coursing through her frame. Covering her muzzle with one forehoof, lest all manner of obscene noises escape her, she screwed her eyes shut.

On and on the alicorn went, probing her depths with her tongue, until she reached up and patted Dash’s leg. Pulling away, as the pegasus released her, she demurely licked her lips and nodded her head. Unbeknownst to her, she’d driven the poor mare to the very cusp of cumming yet again, although she’d stopped just short of getting her face coated in nectar.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to get carried away. Lay back and get comfortable, I think it’s time we continue where we left off,” she cooed, motioning for her assistance to step forth.

Spying the brothers idling nearby, seeing their slickened cocks beneath them, Dash reclined. The stump was just large enough to let her rest on her back, with her rump hanging from one end and her head dangling from the other. As they got into place, placing their forehooves beside her shoulders and over her hips respectively, she readied herself.

Unlike before, when they’d teased her before beginning, the duo were far less subtle. Driving into her snout and snatch, Dross and Slag immediately started railing her out. Whether or not their avidity was due to their arousal or simply a need to please her, Dash couldn’t say; the only thing she was certain of was that the heavenly sensation of being filled was as or more wondrous than ever.

One benefit of the new position was that she didn’t have to hold herself upright, allowing her to use her limbs more freely. Reaching out with her forelegs, gently fondling Dross’ nuts, she wrapped her hind legs around Slag’s waist - at least, she assumed she had their names right. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure who she was plowing her face and who was fucking her cunt, but it was of little consequence.

Fixating on her own pleasure, only contributing the slightest bit to their efforts, her mind went blank. How anypony could endure, let alone function through such levels of ecstasy was beyond her. Jostling back and forth, driven forward and back by their thrusts, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. In a matter of mere seconds, she found herself skyrocketing towards release.

Her second climax hit her like a freight train. Choking on one cock, while her marehood spasmed and lewdly squirted around the other, she nearly blacked out. Heedless or uncaring of her plight, plowing her like a fertile field in spring, the twins continued undeterred. It took everything she had to remain conscious, yet her third, almost impossibly potent orgasm fractured what little sanity she had left.

As unbelievable as it was, her refractory period simply disappeared. Wave after wave of cataclysmic bliss washed over her, drowning her in a sea of rapture. Like two unstoppable titans, Dross and Slag’s endurance was almost supernatural. Whereas most stallions reached their limit within a minute or two, the duo seemed to go on for a small eternity.

Time passed, though Dash was uncertain of how long she’d laid there, until something wrenched her attention back to the present. Feeling the pair reaching a frantic pace, sensing them throb within her, her eyes flew open. They were teetering on the brink and starting to flair, which meant only one thing - she was about to receive her hard-fought reward.

Dredging forth a strength she didn’t know she had, pulling them both as deeply into herself as possible, she stuffed her maw and marehood with their pulsing shafts. Hearing the siblings grunting and snorting above her, while the warmth of their foal-batter bathed her interior, she was struck by an apocalyptic level of pleasure.

Every other orgasm she’d ever experienced felt downright pitiful, compared to the nirvanic influx. Her vision tunneled, her limbs went slack, and her lungs burned, yet she endured the heavenly onslaught. Gulping down what she could, while her womb was filled to the brim with virile seed, she exhausted the final bit of her strength. Slipping into the abyss, the world fading away around her.

…

With a startled gasp, bolting upright, Dash pawed at her chest. The last thing she remembered was the pair of stallions cumming, filling her from both ends, which compounded her confusion immeasurably. Wildly looking around, finding herself resting beneath a tree, she blinked in disbelief.

Luna, Dross, and Slag were nowhere to be seen, yet she was still near the gorge she’d come to wistfully visit. Hastily inspecting herself, she discovered that not only was she completely clean, bereft of the slightest bit of sweat or spunk, but she felt completely fine. There wasn’t a single sign that she’d done anything even remotely raunchy, but that didn’t make a bit of sense!

Utterly befuddled, getting to her hooves, she shook her head and tried to make sense of the situation. Some part of her realized her time with the Princess and duo of studs may have been a dream, but it felt so real that she struggled to accept that it had all been in her mind. For the briefest moment, while she attempted to gather her thoughts and collect herself, something odd caught her ear.

It almost sounded like a faint, marish giggle, as if Luna were somehow mocking her, yet she couldn’t be certain of it. With a breeze cutting through the surrounding woodland, filling the air with all manner of subtle noises, she was more than likely mistaken - still, the thought served as a reminder for the vivid experience she’d just had. With a resigned sigh, feeling wholly out of sorts, she looked to the heavens.

With a beat of her wings, weary and baffled by the bizarre evening, she set out to return home. Given everything she’d just been through, she wished for nothing more than to crawl into bed and forget the shameful experience, even though she felt certain that she’d be remembering the evening for months or years to come. As she took to the skies, flying off into the night, she blithely soared over a cum slathered stump at the treeline…