Terramar visits Ponyville
Terramar looked at the clock on the top of Town Hall. It was still four hours before Silverstream would be out of school for the day, and it was lunchtime. He flew the two blocks to Sugarcube Corner and went inside.
"Hi, Terramar!" Pinkie said, waving.
"Hi. Could I get a sandwich? Do you have salmon melts maybe?"
Pinkie giggled. "Just pastries and cakes and cupcakes, silly."
He looked at the display case. "A slice of pecan pie? Please." The nuts had some protein.
"No, no," said a voice.
He looked down. Two earth fillies looked up at him. One had grayish fur and a purple-green-yellow mane and tail, the other pinkish fur and a red-yellow-pink mane and purple-and-teal tail.
"You want," said the gray one, "coconut cream pie."
Pinkie giggled. "Coconut Cream, you're too silly. He doesn't want to eat you."
"Don't I?" Terramar rubbed the underside of his beak quizzically.
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They stumbled into Coconut Cream's bedroom. Toola Roola kicked the door shut behind them.
"My parents won't be home for hours," Coconut Cream said. "Hey, Terramar, dresser, top drawer, back right."
Terramar opened the drawer and found her underwear. Most of it was cotton and solid colored, but one was a black sheer silk number. He held that up between two claws and raised an eyebrow at her.
Coconut Cream blushed and flopped onto her bed. "Not that, dumbass. The vodka."
There it was, a large bottle of Ponichnaya. Terramar popped off the lid and took a sip. It burned and he gasped, clenching his eyes and ruffling his feathers. He walked to the bed and passed the bottle to Toola Roola. She took a long swig, clenching her eyes and gasping before passing the bottle to Coconut Cream, who, in turn, also took a long swig.
Coconut Cream capped the bottle and put it on her bedside stand. Toola Roola flopped onto the bed next to her, flat on her back, and Coconut Cream rolled over, lying on top of her.
Terramar just stared, his dick rapidly hardening out of his sheath. Coconut Cream kissed Toola Roola, a deep kiss, their eyes closed, tongues playing together. Their chests touched, forelegs hugged around each other, and their hips quickly settled into a familiar rhythm. They rubbed together, vulvas already wet and engorged, sliding against one another, their clits throbbing, labia slick with their juices, tiny nipples hard and poking from their belly fur.
Closing his eyes, Terramar leaned forward and sniffed. Coconut Cream's pussy smelled stronger, an earthy scent like nutmeg and cinnamon. Toola Roola had a softer smell, almost lemony or floral. Crawling onto the bed, he grabbed Coconut Cream's tail and yanked it up.
"Ow! Dammit, that hurt!" she snarled, looking over her shoulder. Then she smiled. "Do it some more."
Terramar pulled up on her tail, lifting her about an inch and breaking the contact between her clit and Toola Roola's. Toola Roola moaned. "I was about to cum!"
Leaning in, he licked from just above Toola Roola's wonderfully tight-looking asshole, up her pussy, to her clit, where he swirled his tongue around her nub. Her taste matched her smell, lemony and flowery, and his dick doubled in hardness underneath him, trapped between his belly and the soft bedspread. Careful not to scratch her with his talons, he used the claws of his other hand to spread her pussylips wide, getting a view deep into her. The pink wetness of her love channel throbbed, glistening with juices, and he noticed that her hymen was long gone.
Oh well. He was still going to get his dick wet. He stuck his tongue into her, as deep as he could, and Toola Roola clenched, squealed, and spasmed, cumming on his face with a tiny, demure squirt. He licked his beak, swallowing, and then nibbled the soft fuzz of her dock with the sharp tip of his beak.
Then, he said, "So, was Pinkie wrong? Do I want to eat Coconut Cream's pie?"
Her tail, still held in his other claw, waggled. He lowered Coconut Cream until her pubis pressed against Toola Roola's again. The two fillies began to rub their bellies in short, sharp strokes, nipples-to-nipples. He licked up, across Toola Roola's pussy once more, stuck his tongue in between their two bellies for a moment, and then tongued Coconut Cream's clit.
She came instantly, the earthier and stronger pussy juice spraying him in the face. Licking and nibbling with his sharp beak, he licked up and down the outsides of her lips and then pressed his tongue into her channel. A quick spread of her pussy with his hands indicated her maidenhead was long gone, too.
Well, that would make things easier.
Pressing up on the bed, he scooted forward and loomed over them, arms planted on either side of their shoulders. They kissed desperately. Coconut Cream's eyes were closed but Toola Roola looked up at him, her face nervous.
"Worried about my size?"
She nodded, not breaking her kiss with Coconut Cream.
"Yeah." He pressed his dick against Toola Roola's opening and pushed forward.
His dick was huge, bigger than most adult pony's, and his flare split Toola Roola's pussy wide. She finally broke her kiss with Coconut Cream, arched her back, and screamed. "I needed more vodka!"
Pressing further, her silky channel gripped him. Heat surrounded him and the wonderful slickness of her juices soaked the soft skin that covered his iron-hard shaft. Toola Roola hugged Coconut Cream, biting her neck.
"It's okay," Coconut Cream cooed, rubbing Toola Roola's back with her forehooves.
"So big!" Toola Roola's pussy throbbed around him as she began to work her muscles, pulling him deeper even as she spasmed from the assault of his size. "He's as big as ten Rumbles or two Sandbars."
Coconut Cream came, her pussy—barely an inch about Toola Roola's—spraying him again. She soaked the top side of his dick and, with a smile, Terrramar slid deeper in, the feeling of Coconut Cream's lube aiding his entry into Toola Roola naughty, very erotic, knowing he was mixing two different sets of pussy juice inside one partner.
Coconut Cream's hips began to rub again, pressing down, her clit against Toola Roola's as Terramar pressed in farther. Coconut Cream's pressure against Toola Roola's underside massaged him, through her belly, and the sensation filled him.
He bottomed out, hitting Toola Roola's womb with half his dick still outside her.
Terramar pulled out. Toola Roola gasped, hugging Coconut Cream tighter. Coconut Cream screamed as Toola Roola bit harder onto her neck. His dick was glazed, absolutely soaked, with Toola Roola's juices and the cool bedroom air tingled on it.
He popped out of her pussy and slammed into Coconut Cream.
"Yeah," Coconut Cream whispered. "Yeah."
He pushed straight in, Coconut Cream's pussy much looser than Toola Roola's, and it took his massive size in an instant. When he bottomed out, he was much deeper in, almost but not quite hilted.
Balanced on his hands and knees above the two fillies, his dick pressing against Coconut Cream's cervix, he took a second to look down at them. Toola Roola was pretty, in her own way, but Coconut Cream was gorgeous, especially her half-messy mane, wavy and long, tossed over a shoulder and with the hair tie holding it in array.
He would cum in Coconut Cream, he decided, which meant he needed to be sure Toola Roola came quickly and hard.
Pulling out, his dick now twice as slathered, the smell of two well-pounded pussies filling the room as they panted underneath him, he moved his dick back to Toola Roola and pressed in slowly. She squeaked, rolling her shoulders and trying to grab around his hips with her rear legs. He bottomed out again and pressed forward a little more, putting pressure against the bottom of her womb, before stoking out slowly.
Tip just barely brushing against the opening to Toola Roola's pussy, she moaned, perhaps fearing he would pull out entirely again and switch to Coconut Cream's pussy.
Terramar slammed forward, splitting her open with a brutal thrust. Toola Roola screamed and Coconut Cream said "Whoa!"
Coconut Cream pressed down harder, clit-to-clit and nipples-to-nipples, the two kissing again as Terramar pumped hard and fast, pounding Toola Roola. Her hips rolled in time, her pussy clenching on him, wetness everywhere and her heat scalding his dick. Her pussy was softer than any others of his experience, Sweetie Belle or Silverstream or Skystar, just wonderful in its way, and the lemony-flowery smell disappeared under the smell of her sweat as her exertion heated her body.
Toola Roola came, hard, spraying pussy juice all over Coconut Cream's twat and Terramar's belly and dick, her pussy clamping harder than before and her whole body trembling.
He pulled out and slammed his dick into Coconut Cream, hilting fully this time, and she screamed in pain as he drove his dick against the bottom of her womb. Back to his desperate rutting, he pounded her hard and fast, short strokes instead of full length. She held still, legs trembling, letting Toola Roola rub up against her. Coconut Cream's pussy clenched and her tail swished. Terramar leaned down and bit her shoulder, just where it met the neck, and then she came, a huge squirt of her own, hot juices everywhere and he slammed forward, hilting once more, his huge balls slapping into Toola Roola's pussy as his tip flared, his dick pressed against Coconut Cream's cervix and he unloaded, one, two, three huge spurts, the sound and smell of his huge load filling her tiny pussy filling the room, and then he pulled out, pinching the tip of his dick between two claws to keep himself from spurting anymore, and quickly slammed himself into Toola Roola, smashing into her, his flared tip—even larger than before—stretching her out painfully. Toola Roola screamed in pain as he bottomed, touching her cervix, and deposited a last, tiny load into her.
"Whoa," Terramar said, crawling backwards to look at them, his thick white load dripping from their slick, trembling pussies, their tails twitching and their assholes clenching as their orgasms faded.
"Fucking hell," Coconut Cream said.
"Ow," Toola Roola said, a tear forming.
The door slammed open and Coconut Cream's mom barged in. "What's all this shouting—"
