In which Starlight gets lucky
"Thanks for coming, Magnus." I gestured, inviting Flash Magnus into the Friendship Castle's library. He brushed past me, smiling at me as his tail touched my flank. I shut the door and followed him to the center of the room. As we walked, I let my tail brush his flank and returned his smile.
"Flash Magnus!" Twilight said, looking up. She pointed to the glasses-wearing pegasus next to her. "Please meet A.K. Yearling."
"Call me A.K.," she said, nodding at him.
"A.K. is mostly a novelist," I explained to Magnus, "but she's a trained ponthropologist, and she found some interesting artwork from your era on a recent dig."
Twilight and A.K. were pouring over the tapestry spread on the crystal table.
"Oh?" Magnus said. He dropped his helmet on the table and looked at the tapestry. "Oh!"
"Dated to about the same time as your... uh... trip to Limbo," A.K. said. "Plus or minus a decade or two. It was found when a casino construction project hit an ancient underground bathhouse in Las Pegasus."
"Apparently," Twilight said, blushing, "ponies were a little less modest in your days?"
Magnus grinned. "Well, times were different." He gestured at the tapestry. "Bathhouses and private clubs might have decorations like this on the walls. To get ponies, well, in the mood. I've been to the Ponyville Day Spa. In my day, it would have been decorated like, well, this."
A.K. was writing on a notepad with her left wing. Huh, I had never noticed she was a southwing before. "Mares and mares, stallions and mares, stallions and stallions. Not really any different from today. But one thing is puzzling and we wanted your expertise."
"What's that?" Magnus asked.
I felt a blush on my cheeks and I looked at the other two, who were also blushing, unable to meet Magnus's eyes. "Look at this mare," Twilight said, pointing a feather at one of the many drawings on the tapestry.
Magnus examined it. A pink pegasus stood with her wings flared and a brown unicorn mounting her from behind. "The drawing is crude," Magnus said, "compared to the techniques of modern artists, but typical for those days."
"Not the art per se," A.K. said. "There are twenty-one pairs of mares and stallions depicted, and fourteen pairs of stallions and stallions. The stallion pairs are drawn at a certain angle, and half the mare-stallion pairs are drawn at the same angle. The other half are drawn at a lower angle. The... normal... angle?"
I lowered my tail, feeling a little bit like a hormonal teenager. I didn't want them to see what was going on behind me. I sidestepped, making sure my rump faced away from them. That was one of the few times in my life I wished I wasn't a unicorn: a pegasus could have judged the micro-currents in the library air and rearranged them to make sure none of the smells from under her tail drifted towards the others.
"So?" Magnus said, cocking his head in puzzlement at A.K.
"We don't understand," Twilight said. "Why are they—your contemporaries—drawing stallions and mares making love the way two stallions make love?"
Magnus rubbed his mane. "I'm... are you... you three..."
"Yes?" I asked.
"Mares don't buttfuck nowadays?" Magnus blurted before covering his mouth with his wings and blushing. His ears wilted and tail thrashed.
The library got very, very quiet.
"What?" A.K. eventually said.
"How might two stallions make love?" Magnus asked. "Just to make sure my baseline is the same as yours."
Twilight blushed even deeper, her wings flexing up off her flanks, but she said, "One stallion could put his erect penis in the other stallion's anus."
"So," Magnus said. "Do mares have anuses?"
I felt that part of my anatomy clench involuntarily. An uncomfortable but also oddly intriguing sensation. All three of us mares said, "Oooooooh..."
Magnus grinned, his magnus becoming visible beneath his barrel. Apparently this conversation was having an effect on him, too.
"Can..." I said. "Can you show us?"
Flash Magnus looked at me, eyebrow raised. Twilight and A.K. nodded. He walked to the door and stuck his head out, body turned in such a way his magnus wasn't visible from the corridor. "Spike? Hey, Spike!"
After a minute the little dragon jogged up. "Yeah?"
"Can you bring a big tub of coconut butter?"
"What for?"
"Ancient pegasus secret."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Fine." After about two minutes, he returned and gave Magnus a large screw-top jar.
"Can I see—" Spike started.
Magnus slammed and locked the library door in Spike's face.
"All right," Magnus said, balancing the jar on an outstretched wing. "Volunteer? A.K.? In the old days, this was basically Pegasus for 'hello.' We did it way more than the other two tribes combined."
"I—no, I prefer mares. Besides, I need to take notes."
"Twilight?" Magnus asked.
"Sunburst and I are sexually monogamous. Also, other notes."
I looked at those two, cocked an eyebrow, and then flicked my tail at Magnus. "Warm me up, first."
He dropped the jar on the table and then sidled toward me. I hopped up, planting my forehooves on the table and arching my back, belly touching the edge of the table, standing almost vertically.
Magnus kissed my right cutie mark, the soft fuzz on his nose brushing the sensitive spot. I sucked in a quick breath. He moved his light kisses forward, up my flank, and I giggled. "T-that tickles!"
Nipping, he bit my flank, getting a good pinch of a love handle. I giggled again, embarrassed at the fillyish noise. I'm a grownup, darnit, but I squirmed, giggled, flicked my ears, and my tail started to swish. He reached with his left wing and tickled a pinion up the inside of my thigh, brushing my pubis and against a nipple. "Oh!" I gasped. That sudden erotic touch made everything below my shoulderblades clench.
I spread my rear hooves wider and raised my tail, inviting him to move his kisses and ministrations further back. I was getting sloppy wet, and my pegasus-for-hello-opening was throbbing, wanting to lose its virginity the way my regular opening had lost its so many years before.
Instead, he moved forward, away from my heat and my wetness, nibbling my ribs, my neck, my ear—I giggled again, ear-nibbles were a weakness of mine—and a wing cupped my face, turning my head so he could kiss me.
Kissing back, I leaned into him, feeling the tingle of his lips. The muscles in his wing flexed against my jaw, the feathers soft and muscles hard.
A.K. and Twilight just watched, eyes wide, their wings rising with arousal, their breathing loud and fast. Hmm, I was the only pony without wings in the library. Not that it mattered; one of the tapestry's drawings was of a pegasus stallion up a unicorn mare's butt. We were ancients-approved.
My body tingled as Magnus's nibbles and kisses moved down my cheek again, ear, neck, shoulder blade, spine. As he teased and bit and kissed my upper body, my snatch absolutely burned. I flicked my tail, trying to dry myself off, since it was soaked with my emissions. I was ready for him to—
To—
He was taking his own sweet time—
I turned my head and looked. Oh, Sweet Luna! Under Magnus's barrel was an absolutely enormous slab of pegasus. The guard's spear was definitely impressive! Not the girthiest I had ever seen—probably a good thing, if I was going to be the first mare to take it up the butt in centuries—but long and already hard, slapping against his belly as he moved.
He kissed my cutie mark again and the tingles turned to electric shocks, my entire body lighting up and my fur standing on end. I never told anypony, never any of my past lovers, but my cutie marks are one of my most erogenous zones. No doubt a weird side effect of my cutie mark-centric magic. The only ponies who know that are Aloe and Lotus at the spa, because I came messily on their massage table the first time I went there and they had to be told not to massage my marks.
(They then proceeded to massage my marks every visit anyway, knowing that I always gave a larger gratuity if I came so hard I got dehydrated.)
(I'm not complaining, mind you.)
My rear legs trembled and I lowered my chest to the crystal table, splaying my forelegs wide and my spine now horizontal instead of almost vertical.
I raised my tail as high as it would go, took a deep breath, and waited...
Waited...
Waited...
Magnus nibbled, on the back of my thigh, close enough to my dripping, blazing snatch that he breathed on it, but he wasn't... wasn't...
"Gah!" I gasped as Magnus bit, actually bit, on the back of my thigh. It hurt, dammit, but it also felt so good...
He released the bite and swept his tongue down the back of my leg, ruffling my fur, almost to my hoof. He then kissed upward, light pecks that rustled my coat, back to the spot on my thigh he had bitten and was already sore enough I knew it would require an icepack later and would be bruised tomorrow.
And then, after all that teasing and dodging and nibbling and kissing, he sucked onto my clit with the suddenness of a lightning strike. Heat and trembles ran up the underside of my body, from clit across nipples to belly, up my chest, and crashed into my head. My vision went dark and I spread my forelegs wider on the table to ensure I didn't fall off the world, because gravity seemed to be doing weird things.
His mouth—so hot. Like lava, his tongue flicking my nub as he suckled. I looked at Twilight, who stared back at me. She planted one forehoof on the table and reached the other back to start rubbing herself. The library filled with the squishy sounds of Magnus's mouth on my clit and Twilight's hoof on her own, and I could smell familiar scents. My own pussy juice, a fresh and weak smell, and Twilight's pussy, the scent thick, strong, earthy, almost like nutmeg.
(Look, just because I'm straight doesn't mean I can't eat my friend's pussy from time to time, right? Especially when we've been drinking and lamenting the lack of quality stallions in Ponyville. ...that was back when I was long-distance dating Sunburst and before she got together with him.)
"You smell good," Magnus crooned, "and taste even better."
Shudders ran up my spine, gooseflesh and chills wracking my body. I loved hearing those words from under my tail!
Magnus moved up, away from my clit, and he buried his snout in between my labia, licking and suckling the opening to my channel, his tongue pressing up into me. My vision went dark as I clamped down on him and he just brushed against my g-spot. His tongue was long!
I came, a hard and quick clenching of every muscle in my body and then a quick release. His sucking on my pussy turned louder as a small gush of my fluids spilled over his snoot.
A.K. had circled around the table, now kneeling on the floor close to us, looking up at the action. Her wings were so erect they pointed straight up and she, too, reached her left hoof behind herself to rub off her own pussy. Her tail whipped back and forth as she bore down on her clit.
"Wanna.... Wanna... help?" I asked.
"Aren't you straight?" A.K. asked.
"Eh," I replied.
She stood and leaned in, eyes closing, and gave me a kiss on the lips as Magnus continued sucking my pussy. She tasted good and I realized that before today, I had never kissed a pegasus, and now I'd kissed two. It promised to be a day of all sorts of firsts.
A.K. closed her eyes and nibbled my lips. I licked up her cheek and nibbled her ear and she squeaked, a small happy sound.
"Do-" I gasped "do you want to get on the table, A.K.? I could eat you out."
She kissed me once more. "No, I don't take oral from unicorns after... um, the incident. Not unless you have a helmet that covers your horn."
I shook my head. "Nope."
A.K. crossed the room with a stiff-legged run. She pushed one of the purple overstuffed chairs from Twilight's reading nook, positioning it just inches from me, and she plopped into it, slouching down, and hooking her legs over the chair's two arms. This opened her hips, giving me a front-row view of her pussy, asshole, and dock as she rubbed her hooves up-and-down over her labia and clit. Magnus paused, breaking contact with my pussy, and staring at her, too.
He climbed up, onto my back, his forelegs wrapped around my fanks. His cock throbbed up against my pubis, smacking my belly in time with his heartbeat. I sighed, luxuriating in the muscular, masculine weight that pressed down on me. My rear legs already trembled from his weight and I scooted forward, getting more of our combined weight onto my ribcage where it pressed on the table.
"A.K.?" Magnus said.
She shouted, cumming hard, her pussy squirting and the clear, sharp-smelling fluid of her orgasm arcing and splattering on the floor beneath me.
"You smell good, too," Magnus said. "And your asshole is nicely puckered."
"Is my asshole puckered?" I asked. "Nicely or otherwise?"
"Yep. Shall we see what we can do about that?"
Across the table, Twilight shouted, her own wings flapping, and she dropped flat onto the table's surface, drooling, eyes glazed, and ears cockeyed to different angles. She'd rubbed herself into a tremendous orgasm just watching us.
Magnus pushed up, pulling back, and the tip of his cock brushed down my belly, between my nipples, and then popped up far enough to brush against my pussy. I felt how wet, how slick, I was, how ready.
"I'd like to start, uh, v-vaginally, first," Magnus said. "Make sure you're relaxed enough. Okay?"
"Yeah!" I said.
"Okay," he said, and slammed into me.
I screamed, my eyes widening and ears going straight up. He'd gotten me so warmed up, with his nibbling and teasing, that I went off the instant his girth drove in and crushed my g-spot.
And, fiiiiine, I'll admit it: I hadn't gotten dick in six months, since Sunburst and I mutually broke up in a mutual fashion and was totally not him dumping me and getting a restraining order for being jealous and possessive and then he and Twilight instantly got together, so I can be honest and say anypony's cock would probably have set me off. Six months of saved up horny fired off at once and I came on his balls so prodigiously that I can't one hundred percent guarantee it was only an orgasm and not also pee, but I'm fairly confident it was just squirting.
"Lunadamn," A.K. said, rubbing herself harder. "Starlight, perhaps you and me...?"
"Maybe tomorrow," I said, clenching my eyes and gasping as Magnus stroked out. He massaged my sides, his forelegs clamped over my kidneys, as his long and hard shaft retreated. The flare of his tip clobbered my g-spot again on the way out. A shock like icy lightning ran up my spine. The muscles in my belly clenched, pussy and labia and even my uterus trembling in anticipation. My forelegs, flat on the crystal table, kneaded up and down and I opened my eyes and turned my head to stare at A.K. rubbing her pussy.
Magnus pressed forward, slowly, his pressure opening me and filling me and winding me up like a spring in a watch. I panted, feeling the pressure building in my belly, all of me wanting to release but he was being so slow I couldn't and it was driving me insane! His hips bumped into my butt and he shifted his weight, pushing in just a little deeper and tapping the bottom of my womb.
Instinctively, before I could stop myself, my horn glowed and I fired up one of the spells I'd studied when I was younger. My cervix opened and I shifted my hips down, trying to capture the tip of his—
"No!" he said and yanked backwards, pulling entirely out of me. "Any other day, yeah, would you believe I was Mistmane's assistant when she invented that spell? But we're here for a reason."
I moaned in frustration.
He pointed a wing at the coconut butter. "I'm pretty lubed from your pussy—you feel really good and I would love to see you again any time—but get me slathered, if you don't mind."
Blinking, flicking my ears and clearing my head, I focused on the jar. My horn was feeling a little numb, like I was all hooves, and I struggled to get the lid off. I levitated up a giant wad of the coconut butter, slick and greasy in my aura. The magicfeel was a bit odd, and the smell clashed with the combined mix of three well-stimulated pussies, but it wasn't bad.
Turning around, looking behind me, I smeared the glob on his tip.
"Yikes!" he said. "Cold."
"I'll warm you up," I said, raising my tail and shaking my butt. Then I spread the lube up and down, around and around his shaft, until he glistened like a buttered breezie, ready for the skillet. I still had a good-sized wad in my aura, so I smeared it over his balls, then up, across his asshole and onto his dock. Magnus whinnied. I smiled. "Fair's fair."
"Smear some more on yourself," he suggested.
Scooping another glob from the jar, I levitated it and smeared it on my own backside. It melted wonderfully, the coolness not even beginning to quench the heat of my lust, rivulets running down my labia and soaking into the fur on my legs. I pressed it against my anus, smearing it around clockwise and counterclockwise. The naughty sensation made me squeak again, gooseflesh up my back and down my legs, my tail floppity-flipping in response.
I shaped my magic into a small, blunt-headed dildo and pressed a large wad of the coconut butter about a half-inch or inch into myself. My ass clenched on the magic and I felt the tightness around my aura, and my aura pressed back against the muscular ring of my ass.
I came, my pussy squirting again, a prodigious splash hitting the crystal tile.
He leaned forward and bit my ear and pressed my head forward, chin and neck flat onto the table in between my splayed forelegs. I made a hrnk sound. It seemed he was taking charge and going to dominate me a bit. Well, okay. I didn't mind that, so long as a partner and I switched up one day to the next who's domming whom (cough, Subburst, cough).
His hips shifted, weight moving higher on my rump, and his forelegs pressing further back as he lined himself up. "Ready?" he said.
"Yes!" I moaned.
"This is different than vaginal," he continued. "I've got you warmed up, but it might hurt."
"Understood," I said.
A thick, heavy mass pressed against my butthole. I sucked in a breath as he pressed forward. My ass resisted him, pressure building, and his heartbeat throbbed through his cock, against my backdoor.
This was—was I really going to do this? The first mare in hundreds of years, maybe a thousand, to take it in my ass? He hadn't gotten in yet, hadn't gotten himself dirty. I still have time to yell Stop! and tell him I changed my mind, it's okay, finish in my pussy so we're not both blue, I could still change my—
He popped in.
My eyes went wide and my ears stuck straight up. I stared into Twilight's eyes as she leaned on the table, now with both forehooves under her tail, rubbing herself furiously. "I need to go find Sunburst about a totally unrelated topic and also more coconut butter goodbye!" she shouted before teleporting away.
To my left, hidden from view because my face was buried between my forelegs, flat on the table, A.K. grunted and another splash of her pussy squirts hit the tile floor.
I closed my eyes again and focused on the sensations. Magnus filled my butt, that feeling was obvious, but I tried to parse what I felt. His girth spread my asshole, stretching it, a sensation like a tingle. "Doesn't... hurt... at all..." I muttered. "Feels good..."
I felt so... so full. It was like having a giant cock (or Sunburst's) in my pussy, but also not like that.
"Good?" Magnus said, releasing the bite on my ear. "You're sure?"
"Mmmhmm!"
He bit down on the back of my neck, pushing me even more firmly down on the crystal table, totally immobilized. I swallowed and felt my larynx press against the hard surface.
His hips pulled back, a long, loooong thrust, and new sensations washed over me. That snowplow-like flare of his scraped and stretched my insides, the sensation strange and new and different but... but... but erotic, making more tension build up inside my belly, the mainspring winding even more, and his shaft rippled wonderfully against the tautness of my asshole. The lube was slick, making him beyond smooth, and the sensation was pure bliss as every nerve in my asshole rang like tuning forks as his huge hunk of stallion slid across them.
A.K. shouted again, the scent of another of her orgasms reaching my nose as the scent of Magnus and my butt also began to swirl around me and the sensations—the painful bite against my neck, his muscular weight on my back, the cold crystal table under my chest and throat, the huge cock reaming my ass, the smells of pure degenerate hedonistic sex—all seemed to be combining into a whirlpool in my mind and I summoned enough magic to manifest a couple of mirror-spells, angled so that I could see what was going on from about the same perspective A.K. was getting.
Seeing his massive, glistening, throbbing cock pressed into my tight asshole, the skin of my rump absolutely stretch to accommodate the massive invader and my luscious lavender labia lasciviously pulsing and my anus clenching, while feeling those sensations, and smelling everything—
"Do me hard," I said, as I started cumming.
He pressed in, hilting quickly and slamming me forward. His balls slapped my labia and the huge flare of his cock drove deep into me, goodness knows how all that meat fit inside me, the rippling stretching motion of his cock driving deep through my sensitive ring sending shocks up my body as my wound-up excitement released and I was screaming, my pussy leaking, my ass clenching, my uterus throbbing, my knees trembling, my fur standing on end as the orgasm gripped my entire body. My vision blurred and the mirror-spells evaporated and I bit my tongue, still moaning deeply. I tried thrusting my hips backward to get just a little more penetration into me as my tail slapped his side.
He pushed forward, already hilted but desperately rutting for additional fractions of an inch, his cock flaring large inside me and his shaft widening and stretching my asshole. His balls throbbed where they pressed against my pussy and my clit winked painfully and Magnus bit even harder against the scruff of my neck and I felt the skin break and I shouted in pain and then oh my Luna I felt his dick go even bigger, it seemed to me moving my internal organs around, and he grunted, his whole body shaking and shuddering and he spasmed against me, again, a third time, a fourth, and A.K. Yearling shouted again as her masturbation turned desperate and her chair vibrated loudly against the crystal floor as she came in time with us.
I gasped for breath. Magnus released his bite and pressed upward, letting my move again. I felt blood wetting my neck and soaking my mane where he'd bit through the skin.
"Shit! I'm sorry!" he said.
"Oh, it was worth it," I mumbled, hugging the table and trembling as the aftershocks of the orgasm rippled up and down me from nose to hooves to tail-tip and back.
"I'm pulling out now," he said.
I just nodded. I lit my horn—with the orgasm fading, I had my dexterity back—and probed the wound on my neck. It wasn't too bad. No stitches, just a band-aid.
He pressed up and back. His cock was already softening and he grunted and struggled as suction in my ass tried to hold him in. The sensations were softer, almost as if wrapped in cotton batting, after being fucked by the steel-hard shaft a moment ago.
There was a slurping sound as his tip pulled out of my ass, breaking the suction. I turned around and looked. His cock was coated with a still-glistening film of lube, cum, and... well, me; a nice, huge wad of cum dripped out of me and splattered to the floor.
"Damn," I said, satisfied at the size of the load I'd milked from him. "I did good."
A.K. rolled out of the chair onto shaking hooves and approached, her wings erect. She pushed her glasses up her nose. She bent down, looking up at his slathered cock and my well-loved ass. "Can... can I be next as soon as you're ready again?"
I lashed out with a spell, hitting his dick with a small zap of magic, and he hardened in less than five seconds.
"Ha! We didn't have that spell in the old days," he said. "Sure, A.K., just let me grab a shower and clean off, first."
A.K. blushed and looked at the floor. "What if you... didn't clean off first?"
