Chapters 1. Thistle and the Fields
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Hi, my name is Vitale. That's ‘Vi’ for short, or ‘Vitale Luster’ for long.
Uh, what can I tell about myself…? Well, I'm twelve years old. I'm an unicorn. My fur is a light shade of pink, while my mane and my tail are dark pink with streaks of blue. My eyes are of a pale golden color, and, when I use magic, it's bright red, like fresh apples. I have a cutie mark too: it's two red hearts surrounded by a wreath of colorful flowers, since my special talent is… erm , maybe I'll talk about it another time, okay?
Anyway, what else…? Oh, yeah: I have a little sister! She's nine, and the cutest, shyest thing in Equestria. Her name is Radiant Blossom, and she doesn’t have a cutie mark yet. She generally doesn't speak much to anypony else besides mama and me, though she will occasionally talk if she needs something. She's kind of a stubborn little brat sometimes, but I love her with all my heart.
Like Radiant Blossom, I'm a filly. However, for some strange reasons, I was born with the body of a colt, which used to be really confusing. Mama says that it's something that can happen; it's rare, but perfectly natural. She also says it makes me special, but I'm not too sure about that part.
Mama is an unicorn like us. She’s smart, caring, and beautiful; I hope I can be like her one day. She’s a doctor, a real one. That’s probably why her cutie mark is a blossom of pink foxglove flowers, which is a medicinal plant. Most ponies call her ‘Doctor Skyheart’, but we generally just call her ‘mama’.
Mama is amazing! She could have a job in any hospital in Equestria, or have her own cabinet, but she doesn’t. Instead, we wander all over Equestria, just the three of us, helping ponies in small towns and remote settlements. Our home is our wagon, and we spend our days together on the road.
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I’m in my bed, the one I share with my sweet Radiant Blossom — a wagon doesn’t offer much in terms of free space. It’s cozy, though. The ground shakes under us: the wagon is still moving. Mama is up front, pulling us. I look out the window: it’s sunset. I guess she wants to reach our next stop before stopping for the night.
I caress my sister’s soft, purplish red mane, and I feel her gentle warmth on my body. She yawns, and I figure it’s enough lessons for the day. “Okay, Blossom, read me one last chapter, then you can stop. Go on.” We can’t go to school traveling like this, of course, so I’m Radiant Blossom’s teacher; Mama does my lessons.
Sis nods, and I hold the book open for her.
“He… ran down the field… and over the brook… to the castle, no… the c-cattle wade. Here there was a delay, for Fiver… surrounded on all sides by the… quiet summer evening… became helpless and… almost parali… para… pa-ra-ly-sed with fear. When at last Hazel… Hazel had got him back to the ditch, he refused at first… to go underground and… Hazel had almost to push him… down… the hole.”
I gently ruffle her mane. “See? That wasn’t so hard! We’ll continue tomorrow.” I place a bookmark to mark the page, and put the book away. I stretch my back, and relax.
Radiant Blossom cuddles me, nuzzling my coat. I scratch her ears. “Vi…?” she says, looking up to me. “I’m hungry.”
“We’ll have supper once we arrive, but you can have some oats now if you can’t wait.”
Sis shakes her head. With her hoof, she softly graze my sheath, which send a little shiver up my spine. “I want your milk.”
I stifle a laugh. It’s not milk I have, and Radiant Blossom knows that, but she likes to pretend anyway. Even if I’m a filly, and I look like it, I still have the parts of a colt between my legs. I honestly don’t mind it too much, and it has its uses.
“Fine,” I tell her. “But you’re doing the work. I’m tired.” That’s not exactly true, but she asked for it.
Radiant Blossom nods. She strokes my sheath and my balls with her little leaf green hoof, and I lay on my back, simply enjoying her touch. The pink tip of my little filly cock peeks out of my sheath. Sis’ muzzle replaces her hoof, and she gently suckles my glans.
My little sister knows what she’s doing, and it’s always a treat to have her between my legs. She licks, sucks, and kisses my penis as it grows. She even fondles my testicles with her hoof just the way I like it. It honestly doesn’t take long for me to have an erection.
The wagon slows down and grinds to a halt. I hear mama’s voice coming from outside. “Vitale! We’re here. Help me unpack the caravan, please.”
“I’m feeding Blossom!” I respond, raising my voice so mama can hear me. “Just give me a minute.”
Mama giggles. “Okay, but do it quickly!”
That won’t be a problem. Radiant Blossom stopped for a moment to hear what mama was saying, but she’s back at work, urgently suckling my glans and stroking my cock. It would have been fun to fight it, to enjoy it a while, but I don’t. I just let sis take what she wants. My climax comes, a wave of pleasure rolling through my body, and my balls throb. With a twitch of my penis, my gooey, salty seed gushes in my sister’s mouth.
I caress Blossom’s soft mane as I feed her my sperm. She suckles greedily, swallowing her creamy treat. Her throat bulges as she fills her little stomach with semen.
My penis softens, and she lets it go, giving my urethra one final lick before gulping down her last mouthful. Blossom lays her head on my tummy, content for now. It won’t keep her hunger sated for long, of course, but that’s what supper is for.
I feel kinda sleepy, like I always am after an ejaculation, but I shake it off. I squirm my way from under my sister, and get up on my hooves. I join up with mama, and Radiant Blossom follows shortly after.
Mama is drinking water from her gourd. Like always, I feel a deep love coursing through my veins as I lay my eyes on her. She’s an unicorn, as I said, with a pale yellow coat, dark blue eyes, and long, silky, pale blue hairs. Her mane falls gracefully on the left side of her face, ending with a soft purple gradient near the tip.
We’re near a farmstead in the forest, which I recognise. I smile at mama. “So, we made it?”
Mama smiles too, though she looks a bit tired from the journey. “Yeah. I wasn’t sure we’d arrive before sundown, but I’m glad we did.”
As we speak, a couple of earth ponies approach from the farm to greet us. I’ve met them before. As I remember, the mare is a gentle, loving wife who loves her children and her husband, and the stallion is a jolly, happy guy who works hard to support his family. I like them.
“Doctor Skyheart!” the mare says, the relief in her voice evident. “I’m so glad you’re here! Our little Thistle is getting so weak, he can barely —”
Mama cuts her off with a gesture of reassurance. “I know, Mrs. Field. That’s why we’re here. Miss Derpy told me about it, and we came as fast as we could.”
“Oh! Bless her!” the stallion says. “And, thank you for making the trip! Come inside, you must be exhausted. We were about to have dinner, and you’re more than welcome to join us.” He looks at me and my sister. “My, my! Your fillies have certainly grown, Skyheart! Has it been that long already?”
“Two years, I think,” mama answered. “And, yes, a good meal would be very much appreciated, Mr. Green Field.” She looks at the mare. “I’ll check up on Thistle right after that, don’t worry.”
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We share dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Field, and their foals. They have two; twin colts with red coats and golden manes, and they’re about ten years old. They’re supposed to be identical, but it’s not hard to figure out which one is Thistle. He looks sickly and weak, exhausted. His mane and fur have far less luster than his brother’s. In contrast, Burdock is a rambunctious little colt with energy to spare, though I can see he cares for Thistle a great deal.
Thistle Field looks like he’s been starving, but that seems very unlikely, considering the abundance of vegetable stew and delicious pies Mrs. Field had prepared even before knowing of our arrival. The food is as pastoral as the decor. I eat as much as I can: Mrs. Field is renowned across the entire region for her culinary skills, and I can taste why. Everypony certainly does.
I’m getting the sense Mr. Field is not just excited about the food, though. There's a certain warmth in his eyes as his gaze meets mine, and I know what it means. He must remember all the delightful things mama and me had done with him and his wife last time we were here. It gives me little shivers of excitement too.
I suppose I should mention… Medicine isn’t the only service we provide. For a fee, we share ponies’ beds. To put it plainly, we have sex with them. I like sex, and so does mama, and Radiant Blossom as well. It feels wonderful, and the bits we make from it helps us a lot. It's an exciting life.
Anyway, I doubt we’ll have any sex tonight, at least until Thistle is okay, and I can’t blame his parents for been worried for their son.
After dinner, feeling satisfyingly full, I follow mama in the living room along with Radiant Blossom and the rest of the family. Thistle lays on the couch while mama pulls her doctor kit from her satchel. I take my usual position at her side: I’m her number one assistant, after all!
Mama asks him all sorts of questions, and to his parents too. Does he eat well? How much does he sleep? Does it hurt anywhere? And other questions like that. As she talks, Mama examines the colt from head to hooves, checking his reflex, his breathing, his ears, his eyes. I pass her her instruments as she needs them.
Finally, she addresses the family, having made her assessment. "I'm afraid Thistle is suffering from anemia. His blood lacks some essential nutrients, which accounts for his weakened state. It can be caused by all sorts of things, and often results in a loss of appetite that makes it worse. Fortunately, anemia is something that can be cured rather easily with simple nutritional supplements."
Mr. and Mrs. Field appear relieved. "So… Thistle is gonna be okay?" the mare asks with hope in her eyes.
Mama smiles. "Yes, give him a few weeks, and Thistle should make a full recovery. Wheat Field, if you and your husband could follow me to the wagon, I'll give you some herbal supplements, and I'll write down some nutritional tips to avoid the problem returning in the future. I also suggest we give Thistle an injection tonight, to give him a boost. Vitale, take care of Blossom and the colts for a few minutes. We won't be long."
"Sure thing, mama!"
The adults leave, and I'm left with the other foals. Thistle looks a bit lost, so I explain to him again in simpler terms what's happening. Of course, I'm not a doctor like mama, but I know enough to talk about it. Thistle sure seems reassured by my explanation.
I check out the two colts; they're pretty cute, to be honest. I've never been intimate with them, though. They were a bit too young to have sex the last time I was here, so mama and me had mated with their parents instead. I kind of hope we'll get to change that tonight, especially if the injection can help poor Thistle.
Radiant Blossom must be thinking the same thing, because she taps my flank, making me turn around. "You think mama will let us sleep with them tonight?" my little sister asks, low enough to not be heard. Her adorable rosy blush is quite apparent on her leaf green coat.
I grin, discreetly. "Maybe. That would be pretty fun, isn't it? We'll see when they get back."
I turn back toward the twin colts, only to see them bashfully averting their gazes from me. It's impossible to see it through their bright red fur, but I'm pretty sure they're blushing. "Uh , something's wrong?" I ask, wondering if they somehow overheard our conversation.
"Erm , n-no… It's nothing…" Burdock says.
That doesn't fool me at all. "C'mon, just tell me. It's alright, I promise."
"Um… okay… well… It's just… Vitale, we thought you were a filly, but your tail was up, and, uh… "
I feel a wave of embarrassment at having flashed my colt parts, but I keep it down. I've been in that conversation before. "I am a filly, actually."
Thistle gives me a curious glance. "How can you be a filly if you don't have a cunny?"
Some ponies can be really mean when they ask a question like this, like I'm somehow too stupid to notice what's between my legs. However, Thistle and Burdock simply seem genuinely curious, and I'm perfectly okay talking about it.
"It's rare, but sometimes a filly can be born with a colt's body, or a colt in a filly's body. I take potions every day to make sure I grow up like a mare, and not a stallion. So, yeah, I'm a filly, even if I have balls and a penis."
"Wow, okay," Burdock says. "But how do you know if you're a filly inside?"
I shrug. "I dunno. I just knew it."
The colts share a look. "That's pretty neat!"
I smile. There: situation explained. That's all there is to it. How some ponies fail to understand this simple concept while a pair of ten years old farmcolt can get it in two minutes is beyond me.
Anyway, mama comes back with Mr. and Mrs. Field before we can discuss it further. Mama kneels next to Thistle, getting a syringe from her bag. "Alright, we're almost done for tonight," she says, gazing kindly at the colt. "I'm just going to give you a quick jab, and you'll feel much better."
Thistle looks anxiously at the needle. "Uh , is it gonna hurt?"
"It might sting a little at first, but it won't really hurt. Just hold your mother's hoof and focus on her, and it'll be done before you know it."
Mrs. Wheat Field sits next to her son, tenderly stroking his mane. Thistle whimpers as mama inserts the needle in his rump, but he quickly calms down. It's over in a few seconds. Mama places a little cotton ball and an adhesive bandage at the injection site. "There's a brave colt. It's all done, Thistle!"
He hugs his mother. "I don't know how we can thank you enough, Skyheart…" the mare says. "And, well, if you're not too tired, maybe you'd be willing to… you know, share a bed with me and my husband. For the proper compensation, of course! The harvest has been great this season, and we can certainly afford to pay you. We have such fond memories of the last time you were here, you and your little Vitale."
Mama quickly slips out of doctor-mode. She smiles, her eyes half-lidded, and caresses the mare's soft golden tail. "I'd be happy to! Do you want Vitale and Blossom to join us as well?"
Mr. Green Field shares a look with his wife. "Actually, our colts are growing up, and there's not many fillies around here for them to play with. Maybe your daughters could initiate them? If that's okay, of course. And, if you think Thistle is strong enough for it tonight."
I share a happy grin with my little sister. That's what we've been hoping for! Our reaction doesn't escape mama’s attention, who answers, "That's a good idea. Vitale is such a good little teacher! As for Thistle, he probably shouldn't top, but Vi and Blossom can still show him a very good time."
I'm all warm and tingly inside. I observe the twin colts; they're so cute, and now I get to bed them. Giving foals their first time is just so wonderful! Burdock and Thistle probably have an idea of what's about to happen, though, because they look really shy all of sudden.
We excuse ourselves for a few minutes, and I return to the wagon with mama and Blossom. We arrange our hair and wash each other, then add a subtle touch of makeup to our faces. I clip a little pink bow in my mane, and check myself in the mirror: I feel so pretty!
All freshened up, we go back to the farmstead. Mr. and Mrs. Field kiss mama deeply, one after the other. The stallion's cock already hangs proudly under his barrel. I'm sure he wants to put it inside mama soon, and fill her womb with his seed. I can't blame him.
Mrs. Wheat Field ruffles her colts' manes. "Your father and I are going to bed with Skyheart. Why don't you bring the girls to your room?"
"Um , what do we… erm… " one of the twins says.
The mother smiles. "Don't worry, they'll tell you everything you need to know. You're in good hooves. Isn't that right, Vitale?"
I stand at attention, doing a little parody of a royal guard's salute. "Yes ma'am!" I cheerfully respond. Mama pats my mane, and leaves with the other adults. Again, I'm left with the other foals.
Burdock hesitates for a moment, building up the courage to speak. Finally, the shy colt says, "D-Do you wanna see our room? It's upstairs."
"Sure, show us!" Of course, the sex is paid for, so it's a bit of a formality, but I don't have to fake the eager smile on my face. I'm genuinely excited.
The colts are excited too, despite their nervousness. Even Thistle has a little bounce in his steps as they lead us upstairs. I haven't seen him this lively since we arrived. I'm not sure whether it's the injection or the prospect of imminent virginity loss that's giving him energy, but it sure is working. We quickly pass by the closed master bedroom — I can already hear some moans coming from it — and enter the twins' bedroom.
I ditch my satchel, and check out the room. It's a pretty typical colt bedroom: the walls are painted with warm, pastel colors, and are adorned with posters of various sports teams. There's a small bookshelf, and a couple desks where the two brothers no doubt do their homeworks. What really gets my attention is that Burdock Field and Thistle Field share a double bed. That's great: we'll be able to all make love together and cuddle afterwards.
Burdock stands somewhat awkwardly to the side. "So, uh… we're here. What do you want to do?"
Suck your cock until you cum in my mouth would be the honest answer, but I keep it down. One thing at a time… Instead, I swipe back my mane and say, "Ever kissed a filly before?"
The twins shake their heads in unison. I share a grin with my little sis. Blossom actually takes the lead on this one, approaching Burdock before I get a chance to move. Her tail is lifted high; her little vulva is red and puffy underneath it, gleaming with her excitement. She embraces the colt, closes her eyes, and kisses his lips.
Thistle and I watch our siblings make out. He looks at me, his desire evident, but he quickly shies away. I put my hoof on his cheek, and I gently force him to gaze in my eyes. Slowly, Thistle closes his own. Our lips meet.
Suddenly, there's nothing in this world but us.
Thistle caresses my mane as we kiss, and it's wonderful. I nibble his lips, playing with them. I open my mouth slightly, subtly inviting him to slip his tongue inside, but he doesn't take his chance. Taking charge, I lick his teeth, then push my tongue in his muzzle. He moans, and I press forward, exploring his mouth and playing with his tongue. Eventually, Thistle becomes a little breathless, so I pull back, careful not to push the anemic colt too hard.
Besides us, Burdock is gently hugging my little sister, stroking her soft mane. From his expression, I'm guessing he can barely believe his chance to hold such an adorable creature. His colthood is already hard under him.
I caress Radiant Blossom’s cheek, looking at the two colts. "Mind if we continue this on the bed? We can take a look together under her tail."
Not waiting for an answer, my sister gently pulls away from Burdock and hops on the bed. She lays her head on the pillow, lifting her rump up in the air. I follow and settle down behind her. The twins gingerly climb on either side of me. I pull them closer, until my flanks are sandwiched by hot colts. "Burdock, could you hold her tail up, please?"
The young colt looks wide eyed at me. "Can I?"
"Mmhmm !" I pause for a short time. "Well, you shouldn't do that to a filly unless she wants you to. Trust me: Radiant Blossom is more than willing. But, you can ask her yourself if you wanna make sure. Sis doesn't talk much, but she's not mute, you know?"
Again, I'm left with the impression Burdock would be blushing if his coat wasn't already red. I practically feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. Still, he manages to say, "R-Radiant Blossom, c-can I pull up your tail?"
"Uh-uh. I don't mind," is Blossom's response, her harmonious voice partly muffled by the pillow she'd stuck her face in. She wiggles her butt.
Now that he has her consent, Burdock puts his hoof under my little sister's dock, and lifts up her silky, purplish red tail. Both colts tense and shiver at the sight, and even I let out a happy sigh. Blossom's pussy is on full display, gleaming and winking in arousal, her anus just above. It's so beautiful.
"That's a filly's vulva. Well, I don't have one, but most fillies do. It's really sensitive, a bit like our penises, and it's super fun to play with. It's really soft too. Try touching it with your hoof, get a feel for her." Energy courses through my horn, and I grasp Blossom's tail with my magic. Seeing the red glow holding it up for him, Burdock let his hoof slide down to caress my sister's labia. Thistle joins up soon after, and both colts fondle Blossom's privates. The little filly moans, and her vulva twitches at the intimate contact. The colts sure seem impressed.
Thistle brings back his hoof coated in filly juices. "It's wet… and it kinda smells too."
"That's because she's excited," I explain. "When a filly wants to mate with a colt or a stallion, her sex becomes wet and slippery, so he can put his penis inside her. If you open her slit — yes, like that —, you can see a hole: that's her vagina."
I figure I probably should find out how much these colts know before going any further. "So, Thistle, Burdock, have you ever played with your penises when they're hard? Like, stroking it with your hooves?"
"Yeah!" Thistle says. "We do that together sometimes. It feels really good! And, if you do it for a while, your cum squirts out."
Okay, so they're not completely clueless. "Well, you can put your penis in her vagina, and when you push in and out, it'll feel way better than just your hooves. When you cum, it gets inside her womb. Blossom is too young for that, but mares and older fillies have periods of heats, and, if you cum inside then, your foal will grow in her womb. You have to be careful it doesn't happen if you're not ready for it, but there's potions a mare can take to avoid getting pregnant."
The twins don't seem too lost, so I guess they've had some sex ed already. Still, a reminder doesn't hurt. I put a hoof under Burdock, and feel his erection. "Wanna try it? As I said, Blossom is safe, and she's ready for it."
"How do I…"
"Just mount over her rump and line the tip of your cock with her slit."
I guide Burdock as he climbs over my sister. His glans naturally finds the valley of her butt, and gets in her vulva. The colt lets out a "Woah…", experiencing the feeling of filly pussy for the first time. Blossom squeaks as Burdock pushes into her. He buries his snout in her mane, embracing her.
Thistle and I watch as Burdock's cock disappears inside Blossom's sex, her labia opening to accommodate his girth. The colt's balls tremble between his hindlegs, and I kiss them. Burdock tenderly nibbles Blossom’s ears, and he whispers into them, his voice muted by awe, "Mmh , you feel so good inside."
"Yes, you too… aaah~ !" my sister says, a little breathless. "Y-You can move, if you want…"
"Okay…" Burdock tentatively pulls out an inch from her soaked pussy, then goes back in. His instinct guides him, and he starts a gentle back and forth. Blossom's clit twitches adorably as the colt's ballsack bumps on it, eliciting excited coos from the filly.
As we observe the arousing show, I gently prod Thistle to roll on his back. I rest atop him, and we kiss. Our erections rub together, and I feel his testicles under my own balls. We're right under our mating siblings; Burdock's testes nudge my horn with each out stroke, and Blossom’s filly juices drip in Thistle's face.
I grind myself a little harder on Thistle's penis. "Do you want to put yours inside me?" I ask him.
I see desire flashes in Thistle's, and his cock throbs against mine, but his expression soon turns to confusion. "Uh , V-Vitale? It, erm… you don't have a… you know…"
I nuzzle his snout and smile. "That's alright! I still have another hole under my tail."
"But, that's your butthole!"
"Yep, and it's a lot of fun too. I just need to lube it because it won't do it on it's own." Using my magic, I open my bag and extract a bottle of lube. Once it's in my hooves, I squirt a big dollop of clear lubricant that I grab mid-air with my telekinesis. I bring the glowing red ball behind me, and push it into my ass. Doing this is really tricky, and magic is kinda tingly when it touches you, but I practiced that move a lot, and soon my rectum is as slippery as a vagina in heat.
"So, do I need to get on you?" Thistle asks as I straddle him. He caresses my slim tummy.
I shake my head. "Nuh-uh ! Mama said you're still too sick to be on top. Don't worry, there's plenty of other ways to do this. Just stay there, and I'll do everything."
"O-Okay…"
Grinning, I squat over Thistle's hindlegs, and rub my filly cock on his penis. Carefully, I move up, using my forelegs for balance, and I line his flare to my tailhole. I press back down, and my sphincter opens up to swallow his bulging glans. I've taken full-grown stallions in me before, so Thistle's cute colthood easily slips inside. I take him all the way to his sheath, and my erection slaps softly on his crotch.
Before I can start to bounce on him, Burdock and Blossom monopolize our attention once more. The colt is thrusting fast and hard inside my sister, and she yells a throaty "Oh, yes! Ahh !" at the top of her lungs. Fillycum squirts from her pussy, splattering Thistle with her love juices. Her vagina contracts mercilessly around Burdock's cock, and soon the young colt can't hold back anymore. He hilts himself in her pussy, and hugs her tight. Burdock gasps, and his balls throbs until he ejaculates inside my sister. He stays lodged firmly in her, filling her little immature womb with his seed. It makes me all warm inside just thinking about it.
Thistle's colthood twitches inside me, so I figure it's time for me to move. I bounce gently on his cock, not taking my eyes off Blossom’s sweet vulva. Burdock's softening sex slips out of her, and he ejaculates his last load on his brother's chest before awkwardly stepping to the side to lay down. A big dollop of gooey sperm oozes from my little sister's red, puffy sex, and I kiss her labia. I push my tongue in her snatch, and lap the cum inside, savoring the mix of tangy filly pussy and salty colt semen. I swallow the creamy treat, feeling its soft warmth ooze in my stomach, and I let my sister relax.
Now that we're clear of distractions, I can focus fully on Thistle's pleasure. I move up and down his cock, impaling my butt over and over. His erection slides smoothly in and out of my lubed rectum, his flare giving my prostate a lovely pounding through the thin membrane of my bowels.
I feel hooves on my penis, and I look down. Thistle is masturbating me, stroking my cock as I bounce on him. He's gazing adoringly at my entire body; it makes me feel beautiful, feminine, and I love it. Suddenly, his glans flare inside me, and it presses on my sensitive prostate. I can't hold it: I gasp and slam down on his cock.
I ejaculate, squirting my filly sperm on his heaving tummy. Thistle doesn't stop stroking my penis, even as I feel his seed gushing in my colon. Creamy semen flows in my belly. Enjoying his ejaculation, I let myself cum, soiling his fur with my semen.
Sighing contently, I relax and let my afterglow overtake me. My penis grows soft on Thistle's crotch. I dismount him, pulling his flaccid cock out of my ass, and drop down on my back besides him. We lay side by side, semen leaking from our soft penises. Thistle cuddles me, nuzzling my neck. I stroke his mane, and feel him go limp; he's asleep. I guess sex was a bit hard on his weakened constitution, but at least he looks happy, his expression one of blissful contentment.
I check out what happened to Burdock and Radiant Blossom, and find them peacefully sleeping together, the colt tenderly spooning my little sister, his cum still leaking from her vulva. I chuckle. Using my magic, I pick up a cleaning wipe from my satchel, and gently wash the cold semen from Thistle's coat, careful not to wake him.
I tuck the three foals for the night. I wonder if mama is still mating with the other adults, and I briefly consider joining them. I realize I'm exhausted, though, and I decide against it. Instead, I snuggle with Thistle, and I lay my head on his chest. I feel his calm heartbeat beneath his skin, and the softness of his seed in my bowels. Without waking up, Thistle instinctively wraps his forelegs around my withers, and I join him in sweet reverie.
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I wake up cuddling with Thistle. My sister is beside me, still held in Burdock's gentle grasp. They're all sleeping, blissfully ignoring the morning sunlight filtering through the closed blinds.
I stay put for a while, but it gets boring soon. I'm hungry, and I need to pee, so I get up without disturbing anypony. I quietly close the bedroom's door, and head to the bathroom. I sit down on the toilet and empty my bladder. I could mount the bowl and pee like a colt, and I sometimes do, but I honestly prefer to urinate like a filly. Once I'm done, I wash my hooves and fix my mane in the mirror.
Making my way downstairs, I hear noise coming from the kitchen. I find mama discussing with Mrs. Wheat Field. Under their tails, semen oozes from their vulvas. Apparently, Mr. Green Field mated with them again this morning.
Mama notices me, and smiles. "Morning, Vitale! Did you have a good night?"
I smile too. "Yeah, we all had fun. The others are still sleeping."
"Sit down, I'll make you some toasts, dear," Mrs. Field says. "Did you have trouble with Thistle?"
"No, it went well. I topped him, like mama recommended, and he finished inside me. It felt good for me too."
I eat up some toasts with homemade jam, talking with mama and our hostess. The others join us as they wake up.
An hour later, we're packing our wagon for our next journey. Mr. and Mrs. Field give mama a hefty bag of bits, payment for our services — both medical and sexual. I wave Thistle goodbye. Burdock looks a little sad as he kisses my sister; I guess he has some feelings for her.
Soon, we're on the road again. Mama hauls our wagon. Blossom and I trot at her side, eager for new adventures.
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The White Tail Woods are a wonderful place to journey through. The trees are tall, and the road is smooth. The air is fresh, invigorating. At this time of the year, the leaves are taking gorgeous shades of reds, oranges, and yellows, still intermixed with summer's greens.
I'm travelling with mama and Radiant Blossom to Saddleton, a village in the Smokey Mountains. We're bringing our wandering clinic there, since Saddleton doesn't have a permanent doctor. It's quite a trip, but I like being on the road.
There's a certain chill in the air, but the sun is high in the sky, and we're trotting, so it's quite nice. I'm getting kinda hungry, though. "Mama, can we stop for lunch?"
She smiles at me, tender love in her eyes. "I suppose we could. It's almost noon. There should be a lake beyond that hill, so let's stop there."
"Okay!"
It takes another fifteen minutes, but we soon find the lake. The road makes a bend here, and there's a lovely clearing by the water's edge, a great camping spot that must have been used by countless travellers before us.
Actually, there's two mares already there. Judging by the canoe on the shore, the discarded floatation vests, and the unopened saddlebags, they probably arrived just before we did. They're both earth ponies. One has a beautiful curly indigo mane with cyan highlights, and light aquamarine fur. The other is somepony I've met before.
Mama recognizes her too, and she waves. "Hey there, Applejack!"
"Oh, Doctor Skyheart! Fancy seein' you here!" Applejack says, coming to greet us. She's wearing her usual Stetson hat over her long blond mane. "Ya heading somewhere west?"
"That's right! We're going to the Smokey Mountains with the clinic, to check up on ponies in the settlements," Mama says as she parks our wagon in the clearing and removes her harness. "What about you, AJ?"
Applejack shares a smile with her companion. "Just enjoying the great outdoors. Rara and I are taking a couple days off, just the two of us!"
As the adults talk, I observe 'Rara'. Something about the mare is familiar, but I can't quite put my hoof on why. It's only when Applejack mentions her friend "not having any concert this week" that I finally realize who she is…
Wait a second…
My eyes go wide.
I rush back to the wagon, nearly colliding with Blossom in my hurry. We have a turntable inside, and a small collection of discs. I quickly rummage through the pile and find the one I'm looking for. On the cover, the title reads 'The Magic Inside' along with the word 'Coloratura'. The picture is of a young mare, wearing a simple yet elegant black dress, a gentle smile on her lips. The mane, the coat color, even the cutie mark, it's a perfect match!
My sister approaches behind me. "Uh , what's going on, Vitale?"
"Look!" I nearly slam the cover in her face.
Blossom’s eyes sparkles, probably mirroring mine. We literally gallop outside, barely slowing down for me to grab my quill and inkwell on the way out.
"ARE YOU REALLY COUNTESS COLORATURA!?" we shout, startling mama and the two mares.
"Vitale Luster and Radiant Blossom!" mama scolds us. "Can't you see Miss Coloratura is on a break? You do not need to bother her like this!"
Our faces fall, but Countess Coloratura makes a reassuring gesture. "It's alright, Doctor Skyheart. I always have time for a couple of young fillies."
I levitate her album in front of me, presenting it along with my quill. "C-Can… Can… Can we have your… your… a-autograph…?" I barely stammer. I'm trembling, shaking in fangirlish excitement. What are the odds that I'd stumble upon my favorite popstar in the middle of the woods?
Coloratura smiles brightly. "With pleasure!" She skillfully grabs my quill with her teeth, dips it in the inkwell, and signs the album with great flourishes. I check the autograph on the cover: beneath her curvy signature, Coloratura also wrote 'To Vitale Luster and Radiant Blossom, best fans ever!'
I nearly pass out. Instead, I hug the album cover, my little sister soon joining in. The three adults chuckle.
"Unfortunately, I don't have any stamps for hoofsies," Coloratura says.
Applejack smiles. "But, you all are more than welcome to join us for lunch! We were about to have a little picnic right here by the lakeshore."
"That would be lovely, Applejack," mama says. "I was thinking of making a pottage. Do you want to give me a hoof? We could all share our lunches."
"Sure thing, sugarcube! We've got some mighty tasty daisy sandwiches to go with it. And some fresh apples, of course."
"That's perfect." Mama turns to us still clutching our autograph. "Vitale, why don't you leave that in the wagon before you break it? It's going to take a moment to get our lunch ready, so you and Blossom can graze around the clearing if you're too hungry to wait."
I nod, and gingerly return my precious Countess Coloratura album to our wagon. My stomach is grumbling, and some grazing does seem awfully tempting. However, I start by returning to my idol instead. "Um , Miss Coloratura? Do you want to come with us?"
The popstar hesitates, and glances at her friend. Applejack waves. "Don't you worry 'bout us, Rara; we'll have that stew ready lickety-split! You go watch these fillies here."
Coloratura looks back at us and smiles. "Sure, then! I saw some tasty-looking grass right over there." In her eyes, I see a happy little filly excited to play with her friends, rather than a full-grown mare.
I graze with Coloratura and Radiant Blossom. I bite down on a patch of grass, and gulp it down. It's a bit dry and crunchy, but it tastes delicious. I get the impression my favorite singer doesn't get to graze often: city ponies generally don't have fresh grass to feed on.
As we share this with her, I feel so special. She's so beautiful, and I get to eat with her. I watch her throat bulge as she swallows, and it feels amazingly real. We graze for a little while, though we stop before actually filling our stomachs, since we'll have lunch soon.
We venture in the woods a bit, just to look around. We don't go far, but there's a small cliff nearby, and we go around to get to the top. We can see the wagon from the overlook; mama and Applejack are still busy cooking the pottage on a portable burner.
My sister approaches the cliff's edge, and it worries me. "Blossom, don't get too close. You could hurt yourself."
"I'm fine, Vi. It's just —" Blossom suddenly panics. The rocks shift under her hooves, and she loses her balance.
I'm petrified, paralysed by fear. I'm helpless. I can't even breathe.
Coloratura reacts in a heartbeat. She gallops to Radiant Blossom, and tackles her to the side, sending her in my direction. Sis collides with me, and we tumble backward, away from the edge.
It's over in two seconds. My heart is pounding wildly in my chest, and I'm dizzy from the sudden surge of adrenaline. There's a light pain in my rump, but it's nothing major. The most important thing is that I can feel Blossom's little trembling body against mine. She buries her face in my neck, and I hug her. I look all over her, and sigh in relief: she's scared, but unharmed.
It's only when I get up that I notice Miss Coloratura's absence. I cast a fearful glance at the cliff's edge: several feet of ground are missing. Trembling, I cautiously approach the edge. My heart skips a beat.
The mare is lying on a rock below, at the base of the cliff. She's not moving.
Instinctively, I search for mama. I spot her galloping with Miss Applejack in our direction; they must have noticed the rock slide. Rather than standing there pointlessly, I grab Blossom and run down the little path going around the cliff.
Arriving near the bottom, I order my sister to stay put, and I rush to my idol's side. As terrifying as the situation is, it's actually one I'm familiar with: I might be just a foal, but I've been mama's assistant for years. I've seen pretty grim cases, and I know what mama does in an emergency.
I first make sure the rock Coloratura is lying on is stable, and that there's nothing else that could fall from the cliff. Once that's done, I check her breathing. I'm relieved to find it. In fact, the mare groans in pain and stir. Remembering what mama always says, I put my hoof on Coloratura's head to prevent her from moving, in case she has a neck injury. As I do this, I step with my other forehoof in something wet, and I look down.
I'm horrified to see my hoof dripping with blood. It's pooling on the rock, quickly painting it red.
I hear hooves, and see mama galloping with Applejack toward me.
Applejack shouts, "Rara! "
Mama quickly assesses the scene. "Vitale, report!"
That simple command cuts through my terror like a scalpel, and I reflexively answer, "She fell, mama! She's breathing and moving, but she's bleeding a lot!"
"What about you and your sister?" I hear worries in mama's voice, but she remains collected, focused. I admire her so much.
I point to my sister watching the scene from a safe distance. "We're fine. She… she pushed Blossom out the way!"
Mama doesn't reply, but, now that's reassured, she can focus on the wounded mare. "AJ, go back to the wagon. Bring the litter here; we need to move her to the clearing. Hurry!" Applejack casts a worried glance at her injured friend, before galloping back to camp.
While mama examines her wounds, I crouch in front of Miss Coloratura. She's blinking, and I see her gorgeous blue eyes. "M-Miss? Can you hear me?"
"Urg… yes… Ow , buck…"
I try to remember what to do. "Can you tell me your name?"
"It's, uh… Rara… Colo… Coloratura."
"Good. D-Do you remember who I am?"
"Mmhmm… you're Vitale… Luster, right?"
"Yes, that's me." I'm relieved: the young mare is alert and her answers are coherent despite her obvious pain. I keep asking her more questions until Applejack returns with the litter. We carefully transfer Miss Coloratura onto the stretcher, hitch one end to Applejack's back, then the other on mama's.
They carry the injured mare back to our camp on the lakeshore. I follow in silence along with Blossom. We immediately put Miss Coloratura in the back of the wagon.
"I don't think there's any fractured bones or serious sprains," mama explains to Applejack. "However, she got several deep cuts on her left side, especially near her shoulder. Fortunately, no major organ has been hit, but we must cleanse and suture those wounds immediately." She looks at me and Blossom. "Girls, there's not enough room for five ponies to stay in there, so you two will need to wait outside."
My little sister is crying. "Is she gonna be okay?"
"She will, don't worry. The pottage should be ready, so eat up; this might take a while."
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The wait lasts forever . At least, it feels like it; the sun isn't actually moving that much. My initial worries slowly fade away, replaced by intolerable boredom, but neither myself nor Blossom really has the heart to do anything else than sit around in silence. Sometimes, Applejack asks us to bring water or food, but that's not super entertaining.
Finally, mama exits the wagon. She looks exhausted, but satisfied. She's even smiling. "Alright, it's done. Miss Coloratura is going to be fine. We're going to stay here for the night, then bring AJ and her along until we arrive at Silver Plain Station so they can take the train back to Ponyville."
I sigh in relief, but mama continues. "Unfortunately, she lost a lot of blood. Vitale, if you're up for it, it would be good to give Miss Coloratura a transfusion."
Transfusion … A little shiver of pleasure courses through my spine as I hear the word, though I guess that's not exactly the reaction most ponies would have. I instinctively peek at my flanks. I've mentioned my cutie mark before, haven't I? It's two hearts bound together by a wreath of flowers. Ponies I sleep with often assume my special talent as something to do with sex. It's kinda flattering in a way, but it's not actually the case. My actual special talent is, in fact, blood donation .
I smile and nod. "Of course!"
Mama kisses my forehead. "Thank you, Vi. Can you do it yourself? AJ and I could use a break."
"Yep, I sure can!" I'm suddenly so excited my tail is wagging like I'm a little puppy. It's not a lie, though: I really do know how to do it.
"Good. Just give me a few minutes so I can speak with her and clean up, then she's all yours."
After mama and Applejack leave, Blossom and I climb up the wagon and take their place. Countess Coloratura is on our bed, her shoulder bandaged. She smiles as she sees us.
"How… How are you feeling?" I timidly ask.
"Very tired, but I'm okay, thanks to your mom. I'm just lucky she was here."
"Good… erm , anyway… I'm going to give you some of my blood, and you should feel a lot better." I grab the equipment from mama's satchel, and disinfect a spot on Coloratura's forearm with an alcohol wipe.
The mare gives me an odd look. "You're sure you know how to do that?"
I nod. "Mmhmm… It's my special talent, you see?" I show her my rump. "My blood is very rich — that's what mama says — and my blood type lets me donate to pretty much anypony." I pull out a narrow transparent tube. There's a sterilized needle at both ends. Carefully, using my magic, I insert one needle in Miss Coloratura's foreleg. There is a slight muscle twitch as I pierce the skin, but the mare doesn't react otherwise. That could be credited to my skills, but, to be fair, this mini stab is probably nothing compared to what she's been through.
I secure the needle in place with a piece of medical tape, lie down in front of the mare, then disinfect a small area of my own shoulder. I remove the seal on the second needle, and insert it in one of my arteries. It stings a little, but immediately my blood flows into the tube, advancing with each pulse of my heart. I turn an hourglass, and deposit it on a tablet.
Coloratura, Blossom, and I observe the tube as it fills with blood. Within a few seconds, my blood reaches the mare, and she softly gasps. I smile dreamily, and my cutie mark starts to glow. My lifeblood is flowing in my idol's veins. It's so… intimate . I'm filled with bliss, like after an orgasm. In fact, my penis is coming out of my sheath, feeling tingly. I look into her eyes.
"Thank you, Miss Coloratura… for saving my sister… I… I… Thanks…"
She smiles, and looks at Blossom. "I'm just glad you two are okay. And, please… call me 'Rara'."
I'm overjoyed at this proposition. She wants us to treat her like a… friend? My sister, however, has the opposite reaction. She's been abnormally quiet since the incident, and now she's tearing up. Suddenly, she breaks, and a flow of tears pours from her eyes. "I'm… It's all my fault! I'm s-sorry! Vi told me to stay away, b-but I didn't listen, and you had to… you had to…" Blossom just cries, and it breaks my heart.
Rara is shaken, but she reaches out to nuzzle my sister's long, silky mane. I watch the young mare comfort my little sibling, my blood still flowing into her, and I feel all warm inside. I join up with them, making it a three-way nuzzling.
I kiss Blossom’s cheek, and she turns to me. Our lips meet, and suddenly we're really kissing. I know Rara is watching us, but it's okay somehow. I slip my tongue in Blossom's muzzle, playing with hers. My sister's cheeks are still wet, but she stops sobbing.
As I give myself to this tender sisterly kiss, I feel Rara gently nibbling my ear. Blossom pulls back to breathe, and I naturally search for my idol's lips. I soon find them, and now I'm kissing her. I'm really kissing her! It's so wonderful I open my mouth to moan, and Rara pushes her tongue in my muzzle. I make out with her, excitingly letting her explore my mouth.
We begrudgingly pull back to breathe, a strand of saliva linking us before it snaps a second later. My heart is thumping relentlessly, pumping my heated blood in Rara's bloodstream.
Suddenly, I realize how brazen I've just been, and my cheeks flush in embarrassment, an expression that is mirrored on the mare's face. She's the first who manages to stammer out an apology. "Uh, sorry! I shouldn't have… I just… got caught in the moment…"
I shake my head. "No! Erm… It's my fault. I'm the one who started it…"
"Did it feel good?" Blossom butts in, looking at me wide eyed, apparently impressed by my accomplishment, her sadness forgotten.
I look down, feeling very shy, and I squeak out a tiny "Y-Yes…"
"C-Can I have one too?" my little sister asks with a hopeful expression.
Rara hesitates, but eventually seems to conclude it's only fair, so she kisses Radiant Blossom on the lips. As they make out, I'm able to relax somewhat. I peek at the hourglass I use to time the transfusion, and I see the top part is essentially empty, with just a few grains of sand remaining. Rara and Blossom’s kiss doesn't last very long, but sis sure seems satisfied by it, if her dreamy expression is anything to go by.
I calmly remove the needle from my shoulder, pressing down with a tampon so I don't bleed on my bedsheets, then I do the same with Rara. I put the used tube in the medical waste basket. Even though the transfusion is over, the intimate moment is not; I look at this beautiful mare, and I know my blood, my gift of life, is running in her veins. It's the same feeling I get after I ejaculate in somepony, or when someone else cums inside me. It's bliss.
“Feeling better?” I ask.
Rara smiles. “Yes, thank you for everything. I think I’m going to take a little nap now, but I’ll be fine. You, um… ” She bites her lips.
I recognize that shy expression, the flicker of desire in her eyes, and it excites me. “You should rest now, but we can sleep together tonight, if you want.” I angle myself so she can see my semi-erect penis.
“Yes… I’d like that…” Rara sighs. “I heard you three are professionals. I don’t mind paying.”
“Later, then.” I kiss her forehead, like she’s the little filly, and help her lay with her head on the pillow. I leave the wagon with Blossom, letting Rara recover.
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It’s evening. The sun is dipping over the horizon, the last lights of the day glowing a fiery crimson in the west. Applejack has prepared a big campfire, and we’re roasting marshmallows on the open flames.
Countess Coloratura is with us. She looks relatively well, given what she’s been through today. I’d love to hear her sing, but she’s not that well. Still, she’s smiling, her face lit by the flickering flames, and her voice retains that sweet musical quality that is simply wonderful to hear. I can’t help but fawn over her. Rara is so amazing!
“I’m glad you’re feeling better, Coloratura,” mama says. “Are you still interested in our services?”
Rara blushes, but she caresses my back with her hoof. I shudder with excitement. “Yes, that would be lovely. What about you, AJ? Will you be joining us?”
“Ah reckon a good roll in the hay could be fun. Been a while, too… Skyheart, ya should come to Ponyville more often.”
Mama laughs. “I suppose I could. Anyway, I take it you’re all ready to start?”
I share a grin with Blossom. The large bandage around Rara’s shoulder is the only thing keeping us from pouncing on the mare. Still, we’re around her in an instant, which elicits a nervous chuckle from Rara. “Alright, alright! Erm … What should I do exactly? I’ve never done something like this.”
“Just leave everything to us,” I proudly answer. “We’ll take care of you!” Blossom nods enthusiastically.
“Well, okay.”
Applejack and mama snicker. “Well, Skyheart, it sure looks like your fillies are gonna be pretty busy,” the farm mare says.
“Oh, don’t worry,” mama says. “I can take care of you just fine. And I’m sure you’ll get a taste of them one way or another tonight.” She nibbles Applejack’s ears. A light blue glow shines from Mama’s horn, and she levitates our bag of sex toys from the wagon.
I don’t bother checking out what they’re gonna use. Instead, I nuzzle Rara’s spine, leaving a few smooches in her fur. Blossom rubs herself like a cat against our idol’s neck, burying her face in the soft curls of Rara’s mane. Sis moves up, and plants her lips on the mare’s own. They kiss passionately, their budding excitement heating up inside.
As Blossom makes out with her, I massage Rara’s back with my hooves. Her muscles are all sore, and I work to loosen them up. It’s tempting to go down her rump, under her tail where I know her vulva waits for me, but I don’t. Not yet. I’m teasing her with this massage, and myself too I guess.
While I work on Rara’s back and sis continues to chain kisses with her, mama gently pushes Applejack so she lies down on her back next to her friend. Mama licks the farm mare’s belly and moves up over her. I’m not surprised mama doesn’t go straight for her client’s pussy; taking it slow and letting it build up is the pro thing to do, right? And mama is definitely a pro. I’m just trying to follow her example.
Out of breath, Radiant Blossom wraps her little forelegs around Rara’s neck and hugs her — carefully, of course, to avoid messing up the mare’s bandages. The weakened mare is panting too; I can feel her chest heaves under my hooves. Rara embraces the young filly with her uninjured foreleg, tenderly returning her affection.
I keep peeking at Rara’s beautiful tail. The enticing prize of her marehood lies hidden right here underneath her dock. I haven’t been able to see it yet — that fluffy tail usually prevents it —, but just imagining it is making my penis grow hard under my barrel. I glance at mama every couple seconds, but she’s still kissing Applejack without touching her pussy, so I hold back as well. I wanna do good for my favorite singer.
Eventually, Applejack lets out a throaty “Ah… S-Skyheart! P-Please! ”, which prompts mama to sensually move down her body, licking and kissing her orange fur along the way. Mama suckles AJ’s flat teats, then licks around the mound of her puffy vulva.
I share a look with Blossom, who also noticed what’s going on. I grin, and nod at Rara’s rump, tracing the curves of her flanks with my hoof. Sis slips out of the hug and slowly circles around Rara’s body, the mare craning her neck to track us as we move down her back. We crouch down behind her. I’m lying so close to my sister that I feel the feverish pulses of her little heart under her soft leaf green fur.
I’m actually shaking as I put my hoof under my idol’s dock. I lift that gorgeous blue tail out of the way, and I’m filled with the sight of Miss Coloratura’s vulva. It’s as beautiful as I ever could have hoped. The plush, pale blue labia makes a perfect teardrop shape, narrow near her anus and wider at the base. Rara’s glistening clit peeks out of her folds as her vulva winks.
My tongue soon follows my eyes; I can't help it, I've got to taste her! I lick her deeply, swiping through Rara's pretty sex, starting on her clitoris and going up to her anus. I can't see her face, but I hear Rara's throaty, yet still harmonious, gasp. I pull back to lick my lips, and Blossom dives in.
I swish my idol's clear fluids in my muzzle, savoring the rich flavors of her sex. It tastes, and smells, pretty strong. Clearly, Rara hasn't gotten a chance to bath today; she has peed, sweated, perhaps even emptied her bowels. It doesn’t matter. She’s so… alive . Blossom and I take turns in Rara’s vulva. The inner skin of her marehood is turning red. Her fluids are dripping from her swollen clit, leaving a clear, shiny trail down her leg.
At our side, mama is slowly working one end of a flexible double dildo in Applejack’s vagina. Mama mounts over her cowpony-style, lining the toy’s second tip with her own vulva, then pushes down to take it within herself. Applejack grabs her neck and pulls her down for a kiss. I watch them make love whenever my snout isn’t buried in my idol’s pussy.
Rara is making such delightful gasps, it’s driving me nuts! Her rump and open sex are practically begging to be mounted, and my erection is begging me to oblige. I don’t, though. Blossom deserves a chance to make love with Rara too, and I want her to have it.
Using magic, I search for the right sex toy in our collection that would be fun for both sis and our lovely client. Rara isn’t in shape for a scissoring or a sixty-nine, so options are limited. I eventually find the perfect one: the second double dildo, a fun toy with a black silicon replica of a pony cock at either end. This one isn’t flexible, so Blossom can simply stand butt to butt with Rara, and move back and forth. It’s gonna be easier for Rara too, who can just lay there and enjoy.
There’s no need to explain my plan: Blossom’s eyes sparkle as soon as I show her the double dildo. Rara looks back with her lovely, dazed expression, and quickly catches on as well. “Oh!”
I give her a wink. “Interested?”
Rara’s eyes open wide. “Uh-uh!”
Sis nods, an excited grin on her face. Her little horn shines, a bluish white aura surrounding it as she takes the dildo from me. Blossom isn’t skilled enough yet with magic to insert the toy with her powers alone, so she grabs it with her hooves instead. Rara coos softly as my sister prods her entrance with one of the silicon flares, playing with her sex. Blossom is kinda trembling, though; I can tell she’s trying to be perfect for our idol, which is actually making her slip up. I nibble her ear, letting her know I’m here for her. I put my hoof under the dildo to stabilise it, still leaving Blossom the satisfaction of inserting it herself in Rara’s vagina. Those plush pale blue lips part to accommodate the dildo, then close around the flare as it sinks in the mare’s aroused snatch.
“Mmmh !” Rara moans. “Ah, yes!”
I share a complicit grin with sis. Blossom pushes the dildo a couple inches inside Miss Coloratura, and leaves it there, letting me hold it in place. I nod, shooting an inviting glance toward the free end of the toy. Radiant Blossom wastes no time to get in position, facing the opposite way and lifting her rump. Her silky, purplish red tail is held high, revealing her little vulva and tight ponut. Sis’ fillyhood is blooming like a flower in spring, the slick entrance of her vagina clearly visible above her throbbing clit.
I gently guide Blossom as she steps back, and I line the tip of the dildo with her adorable pussy. While sis can definitely stretch to fit the toy inside herself, she’s too small for it to enter easily. As she presses her filly sex against the silicon flare, it just pushes back the dildo, which has the interesting side effect of driving it deeper in Rara’s vagina. I could hold the exposed shaft in place to help my sister, but I don’t. Inch after inch, the dildo disappears in Rara’s marehood while Blossom fruitlessly rubs herself on the other end. It can’t last forever, of course: the toy is more than halfway in, and any second, it’s gonna —
“Aaah! ”
Yep, it’s gonna hit Rara’s cervix, the entrance of her uterus. It isn’t heat season, so there's no way that dildo is going any further.
Radiant Blossom takes another step back, and the rest is just physics. The toy can’t go deeper, and Rara — a full grown mare — is too heavy to be moved by my little sister considering how much traction her resting body has on the grassy surface. The opposite end of the dildo can’t move sideways as it is lodged firmly in the valley of sis’ perky little butt. The next thing that can possibly give way is Blossom’s vulva. Sure enough, her leaf green labia stretch around the stallion-sized silicon glans, and swallow it.
“Unf ! Aaaah… ” Blossom grins triumphantly, which is beyond adorable. She wiggles her rump and continues to push back. That double dildo isn’t exceptionally long, and about three quarters of it is already occupying Rara’s foal-canal, so Blossom quickly gets the rest within herself.
Filly and mare moan as they share the most intimate of kisses with their vulvas. Their clits bump against each other, immediately to be linked by a goopy strand of filly juice. Blossom is rubbing her anus on Rara’s ponut, and their raised tails intertwine.
Sis suddenly thrusts forward. A few soaked inches of black silicon briefly appears, before Blossom slams her rump back against Rara’s, making the mare yelp. Then, Blossom does it again. As she works to please herself and her partner, the filly clenches hard with her vaginal muscles. Along with the tightness of her canal, it gives her a great grasp on the dildo, letting her pull it in and out of Rara’s vagina.
I lick the shaft in-between thrusts, and everything else I can reach, savoring their tangy fluids. I lap my sister’s asshole, and nibble Rara’s dock. With my hoof, I play with their clits.
I’ve completely lost track of what the others are doing, but something promptly reminds me of them. That ‘something’ takes the form of a tongue on my erect penis. I shiver and moan. Soft lips wrap around my sensitive glans, then open up to take my entire cock. I don’t look down to see whose muzzle is down there. I don’t have to. I could recognize that mouth amongst any other: it’s mama’s. I’m being fellated by mama.
Another pair of lips wraps around my balls. Applejack is gently suckling on my testicles. I just jump back in-between Rara and Blossom, licking them even more frantically than before. Mama’s blowjobs are amazing, and the stuff Applejack is doing feels great too. It’s hard to keep my hindlegs from collapsing.
Mama pulls away from my penis, and offers it to Applejack. The farm mare lets go of my balls, and soon her muzzle engulfs my cock. Mama shifts to my crotch and laps my tiny flat teats, even suckling on the minuscule nubs like she’s trying to drink from them.
Mama and Applejack switch places again. My cock disappears in mama’s muzzle once more. Applejack licks my testicles, but quickly moves up to rim my tailhole. Her tongue prods my anus, then slips inside. I feel the slick appendage in my rectum, and I squeal in delight.
Rara’s anus is straight in front of me, and I dive in without a second thought. The mare is already shaking, her pussy quivering, and her scream echoes across the lake. Her butthole contracts around my tongue, and marecum gushes from her vulva, squirting all over my sister’s backside. Rara’s contractions are immobilising the dildo inside her vagina, and Blossom takes advantage of it to let herself loose. I lick inside Rara’s rectum a bit more before I have to pull out.
Blossom feverishly impales herself on the dildo until she climaxes as well. Mare and filly orgasm together, and I watch it happen with unabashed glee. As soon as my sister is done, it’s gonna be my turn.
I freeze in horror: my filly penis is still inside mama’s muzzle! Applejack pulls out of my ass with a loud gasp as she climaxes. Mama is cumming too — I feel her moans of delight all around my cock. I try to pull it out, but the two mares are holding me in place. Mama fellates me, not slowing down at all.
My sister is pulling out the dildo from Rara and herself. I give my idol’s vulva one last envious glance before I have to close my eyes. I can’t help it. My glans flares in mama’s muzzle, and I ejaculate.
My balls throb, and suddenly my gooey seed gushes from my urethra. Mama tastes my sperm and swallows it. She pulls back after a few loads, and I briefly hope it’ll give me time to mount Rara and finish inside her, but Applejack immediately takes her place. AJ sucks my cock, and I have no choice but to let her take my seed. She greedily gulps down my semen, not letting go of my sex as she drains my testicles. Applejack’s throat bulges as my sperm flows in her stomach.
Sweet afterglow dims my mind, and my penis softens. It slips out of AJ's mouth, and I'm finally free to sit down. Somehow, I'm both very satisfied, and intensely disappointed. I'm just sitting there with a blank expression on my face, surrounded by panting mares (and one filly), the whole scene lit only by the flickering glow of the campfire.
Mama removes her dildo from her vagina, and helps Applejack get the other end out of her pussy. The farm mare stretches her sore body and grins. "Woooah! Now that was mighty great!" She licks her lips and swallows a little glob of my sperm that had escaped from her muzzle. "What about you, Rara? Had fun?"
Coloratura has to shake the stupor from her face before answering, "Yeah… I did." Carefully, she turns around, and embraces Blossom and I with her uninjured leg. She nuzzles our manes affectionately. "Thank you, girls! For everything…"
Suddenly, I'm not quite as upset as I was.
We extinguish the campfire, and prepare to turn in for the night. I brush my teeth, and I go pee with my sister in the woods.
Applejack and Coloratura are going to sleep with us in the wagon, which requires some logistics. Blossom will share mama's bed, and I will sleep on the floor with AJ. Rara will occupy my bed.
As we all settle down for the night in the crowded wagon, hushed conversations naturally turn to the subject of today's sexual activities. "You tasted really good, sugarcube," Applejack says, tenderly stroking my mane. "Did you like it?"
"Um… yeah." It's not actually a lie, but I realize a second too late that it probably wasn't the most convincing answer ever.
Applejack looks at me, visibly concerned. "Everything's alright?"
Everypony — mama, sis, Applejack, and Countess Coloratura — is staring at me, and my face turns beet red. I feel very hot all of sudden. "Erm , no… I mean, yes! It's okay, I'm alright! It was fun…"
"But…?"
My voice comes as the tiniest squeak. "I, uh… I wanted to finish inside Rara…" Mortified, I briefly glance at my idol.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sugarcube," Applejack says. "Ah didn't know…"
I nod. "Yeah, it's okay."
"Do you still want to?" That's Rara's voice.
I look up to her, and fidget nervously with my hooves. "I… Maybe? I'm not hard anymore, but I probably could… It's just… aren't you tired?"
"You did have quite the day, Coloratura," mama comments.
"Yeah, but… if Vitale wanna mount me, and be gentle with it, I wouldn’t mind," Rara says, blushing.
"I… can?"
"Mmhmm." Rara pats a spot on the bed. "Come here, I'll help you get started."
I glance around, searching for approval. Mama has a gentle smile, Blossom simply looks mildly interested, and Applejack is tenderly caressing my rump. Slowly, I get up on my hooves, and I climb up on the bed to join Rara. She gently guides me to roll on my back and spread my hindlegs.
My sex is plainly visible in the soft light coming from the lantern. My penis has already slipped out from my sheath, though it's still soft. Rara caresses my balls with the lightest of touches. "I've… never done that," the mare admits. "Tell me if I'm doing it wrong, okay?"
I nod, and Rara kisses my glans. Then, she opens her mouth, taking my cock in her muzzle. As Rara suckles my penis, I caress her gorgeous mane with my hoof.
Rara isn’t particularly skilled, but the blowjob she's giving me is so gentle and sweet that it's in a league of its own. I'm transfixed by the wonderful sight of my idol going down on me, my filly cock in her muzzle. I can feel her tongue all over my length, teasing my penis out of its sheath.
This gentle ministration would never get me to orgasm, but that's not why we're doing this, so I don't try to correct her. Rara is helping me to have an erection, and it's working. My penis is growing in her mouth, becoming stiff.
Rara pulls back, and admires my spit-slick erection. "Will that be enough?"
"Yeah, it's perfect…" I dreamily reply. "Can… Can I mount you now?"
Rara smiles and nods. She moves sideways, letting me get up and transfer behind her. Countess Coloratura, my favorite popstar, lifts her tail for me. Her vulva is as pretty as it was before. I touches it with my hoof, getting a feel of her sex. She's wet inside, perhaps not quite as much as earlier, but definitely aroused.
Acutely aware that everypony is watching me, I take a deep breath, and mount Rara’s rump. I place my forehooves on her cutie marks, and I pin her soft tail in-between my tummy and her croup. Her pussy beckons me, and I immediately find it, my glans dipping in her warmth.
"I'm… I'm gonna do it, okay?" I'm not usually this shy about sex, but… this is special. Rara braces herself and spreads hindlegs a bit more. I shift my weight forward, and her folds open to grant me passage. My flare slips in her vagina.
Rara lets out a soft "Ahh…" as I enter her most intimate place. I wiggle my hips, working my penis into her. Every little ridges and bumps of her inner walls feel amazing, and the little pleased noises she makes even more so.
Inch after inch, my filly cock sinks in Rara's body. I embrace her barrel tightly, pushing into her until my thighs meet her butt and I can go no further. The nub of her clit is poking my testes, and I feel it winking, pulsing. I don't move; I simply stay in her, enjoying the magical moment. I tenderly caress my idol's back. Under her fur and skin, my blood is flowing in her veins.
"You feel so good, Rara," I whisper.
"Y-Yeah… you do too," she coos.
Slowly, I pull back, then push inside again. I begin to mate with her. It's something so simple, a motion I'm intimately familiar with, one that I have both done and received many times, but never so… gently.
In and out…
In… and out…
My erection slides smoothly in her snatch, producing little wet sounds as I move. The others are all watching, keeping a respectful silence as we mate.
In and out…
I nibble Coloratura's soft tail as I penetrate her. The smell of our sexes permeates the air, filling the cramped wagon with our scent.
In and out… Again and again…
I'm picking up speed. Rara’s rump jiggles with every thrust I make into her. Her pussy is getting looser, her fluids drip along my balls. Her breath is getting shorter, just like mine.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
My glans is swelling inside her. It's hitting her in all the right places. Rara looks like she's about to cry, and I slam harder in her sex. A strangled gasp escapes her throat.
Suddenly, I can't pull out. Rara is having an orgasm, and her contractions are keeping me inside. It's okay, though: there's nowhere else I'd rather be. I grasp around her barrel as hard as I can, and lay my head on her back.
Rara's contractions are quickly ushering my climax. I happily let it come. It's gentle and beautiful, just like her. I don't make a sound, I just hold her tight. My testicles feel tight in their sack. A twitch runs along the length of my penis, and I ejaculate.
"Unf… "
Rara turns her head. We stare in each other’s eyes as I inseminate her. My sperm flows in her vagina, and the pulses of her contractions drive it deeper and deeper, until it oozes through her cervix and into her womb. I really don't have much seed left since mama and AJ drank it all, but I give Rara all that I can, leaving my gooey semen in my idol's uterus.
I can't impregnate a mare who's not in heat, but that doesn't stop me from trying. Even as my ejaculation slows down to a trickle, I stay deep inside my partner, making sure my sperm goes where it is needed — in her womb, where our foal would grow. I stay there until my penis shrinks back into my sheath.
I step back, admiring Rara's blooming vulva. It's red, wet, and puffy, and there's not a single drop of sperm in sight: I put it all inside. I give her labia a little goodbye kiss, making her shudder, and settle down at her side.
Coloratura nuzzles my mane. I bury my face in her neck, and gently caress her tummy, right where I know her uterus is. I've shared with her my seed and my blood, and she's so close to me. "Thank you," I whisper.
"No, thank you , Vitale… This was amazing."
I just want to fall asleep in her hooves, but that's not possible. I don't want to worsen her injuries. Applejack comes up behind me, and gently guides me off the bed. "Alright, come here, sugarcube. We all should get some shut eyes now."
I let AJ drag me to the pile of blankets we set up on the wagon's wooden floor, leaving Rara the space she needs. I really want some affection, though. Luckily, Applejack immediately embraces and cuddles me, and we snuggle.
I'm exhausted, and I think back on all that happened today: journeying through the woods with Blossom and mama, meeting Countess Coloratura and Applejack by the lakeshore, the accident at the cliff, the intolerable waiting, the transfusion, the evening spent together, and, finally, the tender mating with Rara.
I deserve a good night's sleep, I think.
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Silver Plain Station is really in the middle of nowhere, just a refueling stop for trains going between Vanhoover, Ponyville, and Los Pegasus. Still, Applejack and Coloratura will be able to get a ride back home from here.
It's the middle of the afternoon: it took most of the day to get here. That's not too bad, since it's just a little detour for us on our way to Saddleton. Rara couldn't walk, so she stayed in the wagon for the duration of the trip. She did sing, though, and we sang with her, making this one of the exciting rides ever. Even now that we're saying our goodbyes, I'm still all giddy about it.
"I'm sorry we couldn't bring you back to Ponyville directly, AJ," mama says. "Unfortunately, there's still a lot of ponies who need our services in the region, and we can't just let them down."
"That's mighty fine, Doctor Skyheart. We'll take it from here. Just remember y'all are always welcome at Sweet Apple Acres whenever you come that way."
Meanwhile, Blossom and I are hugging Rara. Behind her, the train to Ponyville is getting ready to depart.
"I'm very glad I got to meet you girls," the mare says. "I hope we'll see each other again soon. If you ever come see one of my shows, just tell me. I can arrange some backstage passes, okay?" She winks.
I blush. "Yeah… I'd like that."
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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.
