Vitale

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Mama sighs. "So, Vitale, what do you see?"

Wearing a medical mask and hoof protection, I gently part the lips of her vulva, getting a good look at the orifice from which I was born. "Mmmh… There's some white liquid, and the skin is all red. It… doesn’t smell too good either."

In a rare show of frustration, mama slams her head on the pillow. "Urg… For princesses' sake… Why do I have to get a vaginal infection now?"

I trot at her side, lowering my mask. "Do we have something to treat that?"

"Yes, in the pharmacy." Since we never know what kind of ailments our patients might be experiencing, and that they often don't have easy access to a pharmacist, we always keep a well stocked cabinet of medicines in the wagon. Mama's horn lights up, surrounded by a light blue glow, and she levitates a dusty pot from the upper shelves, which she then gives to me. I open the lid and find a white cream inside.

"Here, apply a generous dose in my vulva, especially where there's inflammation. That should help a lot."

"Okay, got it," I say as I dip my plastic-covered hoof in the pot and begin to apply the cream in mama's marehood. "So, is it gonna be fine for tomorrow?"

Mama sighs again. "Doubtful. The infection is probably going to last a few days. I can't mate with clients like this…"

"Don't worry, mama!" I cheerfully say, showing more confidence than I actually have. "Blossom and I can take care of the stallions!"

We're having a big day tomorrow, as we are heading to Camp Timbersnow. It's a logging camp, the kind that employs hard working farm stallions in the winter when there's nothing to do in the fields. I've been there before, a few years ago when I was just starting having sex, and I have fond memories of a lively bunch of guys taking turns in mama and me. It's a bit intimidating imagining doing this with just Radiant Blossom, though…

Anyway, these stallions often spend months in the woods without seeing their marefriends, or any other girls, so having a couple fillies to sate their needs really does them good. Of course, that's not the only reason why we're here: mama will also give each stallion a regular physical exam, making sure each one is healthy and fit. These guys have a difficult, often dangerous, job, so it's very important.

We go to sleep early that night. Better be in shape for tomorrow!

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We arrive at Camp Timbersnow around noon, hauling our wagon through fresh snow. It's a simple place: a wooden lodge surrounded by a few log cabins near a frozen riverbank. Still, the workers have made this a home: there's a fire pit, benches to hang out, even some wood sculptures crafted by more artistically inclined stallions. It's kinda cozy.

A white stallion with a dark green mane greets us. He's the foreman, and his name is Timbersnow — the camp is named after him. There's nopony else outside, but smoke comes out from the lodge's chimney; the workers are probably having lunch inside.

"Nice to meet you again, Mr. Timbersnow," mama says, giving the stallion a friendly hug.

"And you as well, Doctor Skyheart! I hope the road treats you well!" His voice is kinda gruff, but there's a genuine warmth underneath it. "When we heard you were coming this way, the guys pitched in generously for your services. You will be well paid, I assure you. Some of the boys were here the last time you came around, and they remember you and Vitale very fondly."

"I'm glad to hear it," mama replies. "Unfortunately, I will be doing medical check-ups only, due to… unforeseen circumstances. Don't worry, though; Vitale and my second daughter, Radiant Blossom, have volunteered to give your workers a good time."

There's a note of worry in mama's voice, which Mr. Timbersnow apparently detects. "I'm sure your fillies will do great, Skyheart. I'll remind the boys to go easy on them, so there's naught to fret about!"

We follow the foreman inside the lodge. I count nine stallions, including Timbersnow, most of them aged in their 20s or 30s. They're quite excited as the chief explains how things are gonna work out. It's quite simple, honestly: mama will set up in our wagon, and workers will visit her one at a time for their medical examination. Meanwhile, the rest of the stallions have the afternoon off to play with me and Blossom.

As the first stallion leaves with mama, me and my little sister join the guys at the dining table. For a while, they simply fawn over us, calling us 'pretty', stroking our manes, that sort of things. Blossom is blushing: she's not used to be with so many ponies at once. A stallion lifts her tail and fondles her little vulva, preparing her for intercourse.

"Glad you're here, Vi," another stallion says as he reaches around my barrel to caress my penis. I somewhat remember him from last time, but that was a few years ago. He continues, "The boys here are all good pals, but… I mean, Spruce has a nice ass and all, but he's not exactly cute like you are." A few lumberjacks laugh.

The concerned stallion snorts. "Pfft! Whatever you say. You know you guys like it."

"Yeah, yeah… anyway, Vi, mind if we start sooner rather than later? I could burst just looking at you. It's been way too long," the other says. He strokes my cock some more, masturbating me.

I giggle. "Hehe! Sure, just one second!" Magic flows through my horn, and I use it to grasp a bottle of lubricant from my bag. I levitate a blob of clear gel under my tail and into my anus, spreading the lube in my rectum. I nod at Radiant Blossom, who gently pushes back the stallion playing with her clit and joins me.

Side by side, our flanks practically touching, we brace ourselves on a sturdy bench and lift our tails, showing our butts to everypony here. There's some cheers, and my sister's stallion mounts her, pushing his erection in her tight fillyhood. Some discomfort shows on her face as she's being penetrated by a grown adult, but she toughs it out, and the stallion is patient, carefully letting her body stretch as he lays claim to her most intimate parts.

My own partner mounts over my rump. His swollen flare pokes my tailhole, and I spread my hindlegs a little more, making myself easier to penetrate. I ready myself as he teases my asshole, rubbing his tip on my sphincter.

“Good to go?” he asks, nibbling my ears.

“Mmhmm, when you are!”

The stallion holds me with his foreleg, and I feel him push on my pucker. I have to bite my lip to stifle a groan as my anus is forced to stretch around his glans. It’s always uncomfortable to be entered like this, but I’m used to it, and it’s soon over anyway. In fact, it’s downright pleasant when my partner’s flare passes my tailhole and my sphincter can shrink around his shaft. I feel every inch, every protruding vein of his penis as it slides into me.

I love being penetrated like this. I dunno… I don’t really mind having a cock, and I certainly enjoy using it, but this is… more feminine, I guess? I’m being taken by a virile stallion as ponies have done for millennia, and it feels right. I don’t have to do anything, my partner is in charge; he’s stronger, dominating me, claiming me, and yet I feel safe. I settle comfortably on the bench, resting my head on my foreleg as he does his thing. He’s just the first, and I’m going to be here awhile.

My partner hilts his cock in my rectum, his heavy balls gently nudging mines, his trembling thighs squeezing my rump. I feel his sex deep inside me, and it’s so… intimate. We’re surrounded by other stallions, and I can’t even remember his name, but we’re linked so closely… It makes my heart roar.

Caressing my mane, the stallion starts a slow back and forth. It’s just to get a feel of my body at first, but he soon picks up the pace. His penis slides in and out of my anus, aided by the lubricant, and my own erection swings in sync under my barrel. Our testicles bounce together, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.

*slap, slap, slap*

As we mate, my partner’s lovely attentions progressively fade as he focuses on his own pleasure. Me and my little sister are being forgotten. We’re just cute toys with soft, comfortable holes for our clients to enjoy. They use us as they see fit, not minding our own pleasure.

I honestly don't mind.

The bench creaks as we mate. To my left, my sister let out a little yelp as the stallion occupying her pussy slams hard into her. He bites her ear and holds her tight, not letting her move at all as he ejaculates inside her, filling her immature womb with his gooey semen, happily claiming her uterus for his foals. Not that Blossom is gonna give him any, of course, as she’s too young to be fertile yet.

I can see the excitement in her eyes, but the stallion pulls out of her before she can climax, leaving her unsatisfied. Another stallion takes his place, however, and immediately penetrates her creampied fillyhood.

My own partner is reaching his limit as well. His stallionhood flares in my rectum, and I feel it twitch inside me. His warm seed gushes in my bowels and flows in my colon. I sigh, happy to receive his ejaculation, to feel his pleasure. He embraces me, holding me in place as he enjoys the comfort of my anus.

I feel the intense throbs in my ass as the stallion delivers his sperm within me. His breathing is ragged; he's taking me with such passion, it's incredible! His semen coats my guts in smooth, creamy pony cum, until, finally, he relaxes, his penis softening in my rectum.

"Thanks, Vi, that was awesome," he whispers in my ear as he pulls out of me, causing sperm to ooze from my gaping tailhole. "Spruce, do you wanna go next?"

Spruce laughs. "Nah… I'm not too much into fillies, and I get plenty of action with you guys. I'll just watch. Why don't you go, Wild Blaze?"

"Heh, your loss," another stallion replies as he mounts me. His glans easily find my anus, and he penetrates me. Now that I'm already stretched up, his penis smoothly slides in me, settling comfortably in my rectum.

The stallion — Wild Blaze — quickly starts fucking me, forcefully pounding my butt. My mane bounces in unison with our mating. I'm panting, my tongue lolling out as I enjoy this sweet anal sex.

Timbersnow, the foreman, takes place in front of me, and ruffles my mane. "Mind if I take advantage of your mouth, Vi?"

"Aah… Uh-uh… go ahead."

"Thanks." Caressing my hair one last time, Timbersnow mounts me from the front, presenting his heavy stallionhood and dangling balls.

I open up, and close my eyes. Soon, his glans slips in my muzzle, giving me a taste of his sex. I suck it, lick it, and he moans. With my hooves, I stroke Timbersnow's shaft, and his testicles too. Wild Blaze pushes me as he thrusts in my ass, driving his boss' cock deeper.

Timbersnow presses forward, gently but firmly holding the back of my head as he pushes himself in. The tip of his cock pokes the back of my throat, making me gag. I have no choice but to swallow, letting the stallion slide his penis into my throat.

I force myself to calm down, and breathe through my nose, simply accepting his intrusion. It's not easy, but I have deepthroated stallions before. I relinquish all control, letting the stallions spit roasting me use my body as they wish. It's freeing somehow, even pleasurable.

Timbersnow pounds my throat, my neck bulging as his flare slides back and forth in my oesophagus. I can't see anything except for his crotch, but I hear the cute sounds of my sister’s orgasm, and the grunts of the stallion occupying her snatch as he slams into her, no doubt ejaculating and adding his seed in her uterus.

Wild Blaze is getting close too, his thrusts growing forceful and erratic. His glans swells in my bowels, and I expect him to hilt his penis in my butt any second now. Oddly enough, that doesn't happen. Instead, he pulls out almost completely, leaving his flare only an inch or two inside me.

My gasp is perfectly audible, even muffled by the penis in my mouth. Wild Blaze's bulging, twitching glans is pressing on my prostate, and it's absolutely incredible. Is he doing this on purpose? It got to be! My legs grow weak, and my filly cock throbs. I whimper around Timbersnow's sex, and spill my sperm on the lodge's wooden floor. My anus clenches hard as I climax, and I immediately feel Wild Blaze ejaculate in me, his gooey seed flowing in my rectum.

Timbersnow's glans flares deep in my throat, threatening to cut off my supply of oxygen, the stallion pushing his member in until I'm kissing his sheath. He moans, and I feel a twitch running through his cock. It passes my lips, then my muzzle, and finally goes down my throat, before the stallion's sperm gushes through my oesophagus and into my stomach. A second load quickly follows, and a third after that, then Timbersnow withdraws from my throat, letting me breathe again. He leaves his flare in my muzzle, ejaculating in my mouth and making me taste his sticky, bitter seed. I gulp it down as it comes, and he pulls out. The foreman isn't quite done, however, and he ejaculates a bit more in my face and in my mane before his penis finally softens.

A well-satisfied Wild Blaze pulls out of my tailhole, and I'm left to lay limply on the bench, dripping with semen, my flaccid cock hanging over a pool of my own sperm.

I feel… well-used, in bliss.

Yet another stallion mounts me and makes himself at home in my tailhole, but I barely notice. He uses me like the others, taking advantage of my body to sate his needs.

Meanwhile, the camp workers continue to go see mama one at a time for their medical check-ups. For me and my little sister, the next few hours pass by in a blur. The stallions take turns to enjoy us. By the time the last few got a taste of us, the firsts have recovered enough to go on again.

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The little cabin has two beds. The sun has set, and cold wind howls outside, but the building is actually pretty cozy, since it has a fireplace. It's cozier than our wagon, for sure. Wrapped in a plush blanket, I read by the light of the flame, spooning my little sister and caressing her soft red mane.

Blossom is sleeping. After mating with more than half a dozen stallions for most of the day, we're exhausted, utterly spent, and sore all over. It was fun, though, and we both came a bunch of times. At least we had a chance to clean the sperm and sweat from our furs, otherwise we'd be really smelly right now.

We also earned a bunch of bits for our service, which is really nice. We're going to be good for a while, and we'll be able to keep helping ponies who need it, even if they don't have the means to pay us.

A cold breeze enters as the cabin door swings open. Spruce slips inside, and promptly shuts the door behind him to keep the frigid air outside. I'm not surprised to see him: this is actually his own cabin. Apparently, the second bed used to be occupied by one of his coworkers, but that stallion suffered a bad accident a few weeks ago and had to return home early, so it's free for us to use. As for Mama, she will sleep in Timbersnow's cabin, the foreman having lent it to her for tonight.

Spruce smiles when he sees I'm not sleeping. I return the smile and close my book. I had a nice chat with him over dinner earlier, and he’s very sweet and gentle.

"Figured you'd be asleep by now, Vi," he says. "Aren't you tired?"

I longingly caress my sister, admiring her cute sleeping face. "Yeah, I guess I am, but I wanted to enjoy the moment a bit more. What about you, Mr. Spruce? Are you going to bed too?"

"In a moment. Heh, everypony is turning in for the night. Looks like you two managed to drain all the boys." Spruce laughs. "Anyway, I was thinking a hot cocoa would be nice. You want one?"

"Sure!" I reply with a grin, low enough not to wake Radiant Blossom.

Spruce pours water in a kettle and hangs it above the fireplace. "Call me curious, Vi, but… I was wondering… You were raised by your mom, right? Who's your father, then?"

I must have made a weird face, because the stallion immediately backpedals. "Uh, if you don't mind me asking…"

I shake my head. "No, it's fine. It's just… nopony ever asked me that question before. Hm… Well, I don't really have a father, no. Obviously, somepony sired me, but mama never told me who it was. I know that mama used to prostitute herself to pay for medical school, and that I was sired by one of her clients, but that's all. As for Blossom, she… Well, I was lonely, living on the road without any other foal around, so mama made her with another client when I was three." Tenderly, I nuzzle my sister's horn, making her coo in her sleep.

"Hmm… and here I thought wanting to lick my older cousin's penis as a colt made me the weird one," Spruce says, and we both giggle. "You three really had an extraordinary life, you know. It's pretty amazing."

I blush.

Over the fire, the water starts to boil. Spruce gets a couple cups and a box of sweet cocoa from his personal stash, pours hot water, and mixes everything. He offers me a cup, which I levitate to me.

"Thanks." The drink is piping hot, and I blow on it in an effort to cool it down. Held aloft in the deep red glow of my magic, the cup stands perfectly still. My magic has gotten better recently, and I'm far more confident than I used to be. Spruce, an earth pony, of course has to do with just his hooves, but that doesn't seem to bother him.

We drink in comfortable silence, simply staring at the fireplace. The hot liquid is invigorating, and I feel some of the soreness fade away.

As minutes pass, I find myself looking more and more at Spruce. Of the nine stallions who work here, he's the only one who hasn't mated with either myself or my sister. It's a shame, 'cause he's really quite handsome, his chiseled muscles — shaped by years of outdoor work — making my heart throb a little.

"Uh, Spruce, about today… I feel kinda bad that you didn't cum like the others. I know you pitched in to pay us, so… um…"

A little smirk appears at the corner of his mouth. "Eh, I just wanted my friends to have a good time, that's all. Unlike them, being surrounded by hot guys suits me just fine, and it's not particularly hard to convince one or two to give my ass a good pounding whenever I feel like it. Though, I gotta say, Vi: the way you took all these guys was really impressive."

"Hehe! I have some practice, you know? I've been having sex since I was eight. Anyway, Spruce, you were hard the whole afternoon. Are you sure you don't want to cum at least once."

"Well, I was thinking of rubbing a quick one before bed, if that doesn't bother you," Spruce says, depositing his cup on the nightstand. With a hoof, he caresses his heavy balls, inviting his cock to spill out of its sheath.

"Not at all. D-Do you want some privacy? Or… um…"

"If you want to watch, I don't mind." The stallion winks, and beckons me over to his bed.

Smiling, I gently pull myself from Blossom, careful not to wake her. I tuck her under the blanket and plant a little goodnight kiss on her horn, before moving on to join Spruce. The stallion lays on his back, hindlegs spread apart to expose his sex. With his hoof, Spruce casually rubs his half-erect shaft.

It's an act intimately familiar to me; I've done the same to pleasure myself more times than I can count. It starts slow, just an intimate caress to build up anticipation. There's no rush, no pressure, just the sweet promise of eventual release. Spruce's penis is beautiful, pink, ending in a wider flare, with an arborescence of veins that swell along the length as it hardens.

I feel a tingle in my sheath, and I briefly consider joining him. The soreness in my filly cock and the dull ache in my testes, however, promptly remind me of how much sex I've been having today. It's physically impossible for me to have another erection tonight — much less an ejaculation — so, I content myself with watching for now.

Spruce masturbates with well practiced ease. It's the most natural thing in the world, something everypony does, yet it's so special to observe. The smooth back and forth of the stallion's hooves on his penis is almost hypnotic.

Without really noticing, I'm slowly approaching Spruce as I admire his sex, until I'm actually touching him. I tense up as I feel his fur under my hoof, but he doesn't protest, so I tentatively caress his flank. Again, no reaction.

Is he okay with this? I know I have the parts of a colt between my legs, but I've been following a hormone regimen for years, so I definitely look like a girl, and he's been pretty explicit about his orientation. What would mama say in this situation?

Oh, right… 'Good communication is essential to any sexual activity.' I should just ask. I stare at his cock for a moment, wondering what exactly I should be asking.

"Hm, Spruce…? Can I… huh… play with your balls a bit? And, maybe your butt too?"

"Ah… unf… uh-uh… go… go ahead," he replies, panting.

Now that I have his consent, I bite my lip and move down to lay behind him. From this point of view, I have a wonderful angle on his testicles and the plump ring of his anus. I cup the heavy sack in my hoof; it feels nice and full of sperm, ready for an ejaculation. I caress it, kiss it, lick deep between the testicles inside. He moans, and it’s like music to my ears.

Wanting to push it further, I plant my lips on his anus, kissing the soft ring of his ponut. Spruce's butt clenches in delight, and I slip my tongue inside him, exploring his rectum. I'm grinning triumphantly: the other lumberjacks might enjoy Spruce's anus, but I really doubt they go as far as rimming him.

I switch in-between Spruce's tailhole and testes, licking along his perineum. With each back and forth, his breaths grow shorter, his masturbing more frantic. He's about to climax.

Taken by sudden inspiration, I lick up along his shaft, and meeting his gaze, I wrap my lips around his flare. With my hoof, I keep playing with his balls, waiting for his inevitable release.

Spruce lets out a throaty "A-Ah… Vi… unf!" His glans pulses, and thick, salty semen gushes in my mouth. I tenderly caress his cock, his testicles, helping him ejaculate as I savor his fertile seed. I swish it around my mouth, tasting the rich, complex flavors, but not swallowing just yet.

Semen is sticky, goopy. My cheeks bulges as it pools in my muzzle.

As his ejaculation ebbs, and he has no more give, I let go of his sex, letting it soften on his belly. Proud of myself, I open up my mouth wide, to show him all he squirted in my muzzle. Then, very deliberately, I gulp it all down. Warm, creamy sperm flows through my neck, and settles in my stomach.

It's… strange, thinking I'm going to digest that: it's part of me now, like the grass and vegetables I eat. Maybe the nutrients are gonna help me refill my own balls. Ugh, I'm too tired to be thinking about that stuff... Letting it go, I lay down beside Spruce, and we both take a moment to catch our breaths. I stare at the cabin's log ceiling, and I feel warm, protected from the cold winter night.

"Thank you, Vi," Spruce finally says, stroking the soft pink hairs of my mane, tracing along one of the natural blue streaks. "That was really good." He kisses my snout; it feels more friendly and affectionate than amorous. A bit odd considering what we just did together, but it's nice regardless.

In fact, 'friends' sounds just perfect for us right now.

I get up, and take a sip of hot — or, rather, tepid — cocoa, mostly to wash the bitter aftertaste of his sperm from my mouth. "It's been nice knowing you, Spruce. I know we're leaving tomorrow morning, but I hope we see each other."

He smiles. "Likewise, Vi. If you ever swing by Rainbow Falls in summer, come find me."

I hug him, and say, "I will!"

I return to cuddle with my sister, and settle down comfortably for the night. Sleep beckons at last.