Author's Note

Thad's Birthday Clop Chapter. Including his favorite ladies: Dash, Gilda, and Scoots. Thad's OC is Nightshade, the Zebra-Batpony-Hybrid.

Kinks: Anthros, Rainbow Dash, Sharing the man, Too Horny, Dommy Mommy Griffon, Scootarunt, Fucked Silly Scootaloo, Amazon Birb, There will be Foals.

Setting others up for a good time

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.” Rainbow Dash, Dash, said as she pulled her shirt back over her head. “I’ll just give ‘em a call and set everything up, you don’t have to worry about a thing. And yes, I’m sure they’d be up for it. -Well… I know Gilda would. I haven’t actually talked to Scoots yet.” She winced a little as she tugged the mess of a rainbow mane out of her shirt. “But she’s cool with whatever.” She paused, seemingly lost in thought. “Then she might want to share you with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom…” She blinked. “Hmmm. You’re just gonna be swimming in mare pussy.”

“I’m not that comfortable with the idea of that many other mares,” the voice on the other end of the phone said, a deep, husky voice that still sent shivers down her spine from the times they’d spent together. “I’m still getting used to the idea of sharing you with even these two.”

“You’ll be great. I’m like, two mares in bed anyway. You can handle them just fine.” Dash snorted as she plopped her flank back on the bed, shifting the phone to her other hand as she adjusted her wings through her shirt. “Just leave it to me- Wait- Better idea. I schedule everything so you only have to worry about one of them at a time. Kinda take it slow-like. That sound better?”

“Let you schedule things. The mare that thinks getting all the ingredients for a nice dinner at home five minutes before I arrive is a good schedule.” The voice on the other end was amused now.

“Oh fuck you, I can schedule things.” Dash scowled, glaring at no particular point in her room. “So, so, who do you want a date-fuck-thing with first?”

“I mean, they’re your friends, you’d know better who’d take to it easier,” the voice said with a slight laugh. “Just as long as they understand I’m not a normal pony beforehand.”

“Normal’s bullshit.” She rolled her eyes. “So, I’ll text them, or something. You just chill. Oh, duh, got any days that you want reserved?”

“I’ll be busy tomorrow with greenhouse maintenance, but after that I’m open,” Nightshade said back. “Gotta make sure the humidity and temperature controllers are working properly otherwise my stock’ll die on me, and they’re very fiddly and temperamental. It’ll probably be an all day thing.”

“Kay, not tomorrow but the next day, got it.” Dash nodded. “So, I’ll do… Gilda for tomorrow and Scoots for the next day.” She nodded to herself, confident in her plan.

“What did I just say, not tomorrow! I can’t be having an angry catbird showing up while I’m waist deep in a humidifier!”

“Shit, fucking- words. So day-after-tomorrow, and the day after that.” Dash rubbed the bridge of her muzzle. “Tomorrow’s a no go.”

“Write it down in a schedule or something,” Nightshade suggested. “Much as you say it’s something only your egghead friend would do.”

“Fucking- fine.” Dash got up and wandered into the kitchen. She rummaged around with the phone pinned between her shoulder and her head. Finally, she found a note-pad in a drawer. “Kay. Tomorrow. No go.” She said after finding a pen and scribbling the same on the pad. “Day after tomorrow, Gilda. Day after that. Scoots.” She said, finishing her scribbling. “Should I write down, like, the dates or something?”

“No, I just wanted you to write, to yourself, that tomorrow wasn’t good for me,” Nightshade said. “To reinforce it in your mind for when you set this whole thing up.”

“Bf, busy, tomorrow.” She added. “No dates, work.” She added to her scribbling next to her first note. “Think we’re good.”

“Yup. I’ll look forward to your texts when this whole madness works out on your end.”

“Oh, you’re so supportive.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’m not saying no, I’m just saying most stallions expect one marefriend, not for their marefriend to set them up with her friends.”

“I’m chill.” She shrugged. “Sure they’ll be down.”

“If you say so. Talk to you later then, a customer just walked in.”

“Later.” Dash said as her phone beeped. “Kay…. G first.” She nodded to herself, looking back at her note.

Gilda, thankfully, had been easy. She had to repeat that tomorrow was busy, much to Gilda’s annoyance. (As if Dash had a poor memory most of the time.) Unsurprisingly, Gilda was a little confused, but okay with it, and had set up her “date” for the day after tomorrow. (Which Dash didn’t write down.)

Dash sat on her couch, staring at her phone. For some reason, trying to text Scootaloo felt a bit more awkward.

‘Hey.’ She texted.

Surely she wouldn’t text back that fas-

‘Hi Dash!’

Shit.

‘Hey Squirt. Got a weird question for ya.’ She sent, then immediately winced at the… nickname.

‘What’s up?’

Dash took a breath. ‘So, question’ She blinked and instantly deleted that. ‘This is harder with you. So, Nightshade and I, mainly me, have an idea.’

‘Kay?’

‘Fuck, I’m gonna come out and be blunt about it.’ Dash groaned, staring at the screen.

‘Dash, it’s cool.’

‘Do you want to fuck Nightshade?’ Dash texted before she could think about it. She hissed in a breath, hoping that this wouldn’t-

‘Sorry Squirt.’ She texted right before-

‘YES!’

Dash blinked. ‘What?’

‘Are you kidding?! You’re not fucking with me right?’

Dash blinked at the screen again. ‘No, I’m not.’

‘Seriously?! Dash! Thank you!’

Dash was very confused. ‘You’re welcome?’

‘When?’

Dash blinked at the screen, her brain screeching to a halt. ‘Huh?’

‘When do I get to fuck him, or him to fuck me, whatever.’

Dash’s mind went blank. “Shit. Tomorrow’s a no-go.” She said to herself. “He’s busy. So…” ‘Day after tomorrow, he’s busy at work most of tomorrow. Should be free after that, so, day after tomorrow.’

‘Awesome! Do I need to do anything or bring anything?’

‘Just you, I think.’ Dash nodded, humming in thought. ‘Ye, just you.’

‘Oh I can’t wait!’

Dash furrowed her brow a bit. ‘Squirt, why are you so excited? I thought this was gonna be hard.’

‘Well, I’ve kinda had a crush on him forever… and then you got with him, so I was kinda living vicariously through you.’

“Vi-what?” Dash squinted at the phone. ‘Vi-what?’

‘Vicariously, imagining that I’m doing whatever via you actually doing it. Learned it in school awhile back.’

“Awww…” Dash awww’d. “That’s kinda cute.”

‘So, day after tomorrow since Nightshade is busy?’

Something itched in the back of Dash’s head. She hummed. ‘Yeah, that’s fine.’

‘Sick! Thanks Dash!’

‘No problem.’ Dash said, closing her messages. “That was… weird.” She hummed to herself before getting up.

She was happy it all worked out. Thinking that everything was set, she continued her day. She had to stretch before exercising.

Nightshade hummed to himself. Yesterday had gone, well, not exactly easy, but he’d managed to fight the humidifier and temperature controller into obedience in the end. Today he was expecting nothing but a nice, relaxing day at the shop. Granted, at any moment he could have to close, but he expected a warning beforehand at least.

The thestral-zebra hybrid took up his post behind the register as he waited for his first visitor of the day. His light violet stripes in his coat shimmered nicely in the morning light, contrasting nicely with the azure blue darker stripes that made up the other half of his coat.

There came a knock at his door.

“It’s open,” he called in his deep voice.

That was a sound of hooves and paws on the floor.

“Hey, we’re here.” Scootaloo spoke up.

“Dash fucked up, she should be thankfull that we’re cool with it.” Gilda grunted.

“Of course,” Nightshade said with a sigh, looking from one femme to the other. “I’m just glad I made her write down that yesterday was bad for me, otherwise one of you might’ve shown up then.”

“Then you wouldn’t get anything done.” Gilda said, crossing her arms over her chest (that was barely contained by her black tee shirt. She leaned against a wall, looking somewhere between bored and tired. Her shorts seemed to be stretching around her thighs.

“I would’ve just come back the next day anyway.” Scoots scuffled a hoof against the floor awkwardly. Her hands were stuffed into the pockets of her larged gray hoodie. There were a couple holes in her jeans.

“So, you fuckin’ us in your workshop or what?” Gilda asked, walking over to semi-drape herself over the much smaller filly. Her breasts plopped onto the bright-pink, normally orange, filly’s head.

“I have a bedroom over the shop,” the hybrid answered. “I’ll just have to close the shop for the day.” And maybe get a specialty candle, he thought to himself.

“You really gonna last that long?” Gilda raised a brow, putting her arms around Scoots (significantly smaller) chest and hugging her.

“I am part zebra,” Nightshade answered with a chuckle.

“Oh fuck…” Scoots breathed shuddering a little.

Gilda blinked and looked down at the filly in her grip. “Hey, Nightshade. Pretty sure she’s not wearing a shirt, or bra, under this.” She smirked at the smoldering, and quite perky, Scoots.

“I mean, that’s just less to unwrap,” the hybrid said with a small laugh. He got out from behind the counter and walked over to the front door, opening it a touch so he could reach outside and flip the sign around. He then turned back to the femmes in his shop. “My bedroom’s the first door on the right upstairs,” he offered.

Gilda picked up Scoots, causing the filly to squeak, and proceeded to carry her upstairs.

Nightshade ducked behind the counter one more time, looking for a special candle he’d made once before. It had some extracts from flowers he grew in his greenhouse. If he had gotten it right, then when it was burned, it’d make anyone who inhaled its scent far more aroused.

He wouldn’t be affected, both because of his ancestry and the fact that he worked with all manner of flowers and plants every day. But it should make the day’s activities far more fun for the pair that had showed up. Lighting a match and touching it to the wick, the hybrid put it on a glass plate and carried it upstairs to his bedroom.

He found Gilda on the bed, fondling the now topless Scoots. Scoots really didn’t have much in that department, but it was kinda cute seeing the larger griffon squeeze the squirming filly’s boobs.

Nightshade set the plate holding the merrily burning candle down on the endtable, before crawling up onto his bed and gently pushing Gilda to one side, taking up Scoot’s right breast with one of his hands. “She seems kinda eager to get undressed around me,” the hybrid noted aloud, mostly to Gilda for her to answer.

“Ya think?” Gilda snorted, dipping her hand into the filly’s pants, causing her to squeak and shudder. “And she’s already soaked.”

“Is she even wearing anything under those pants?” Nightshade asked with a raised brow.

“Nope.” Gilda said, letting Scoots go to slide off the bed, only to tug off the young mare’s pants. A needy whine left Scoot’s lips as she did so.

“Fuck meee.” Scoots groaned meekly.

Nightshade chuckled and took his shirt off, sitting on his bed next to the griffon hen as he tossed it to one side, revealing his toned stomach beneath. The moment he got his pants off, revealing his boxers beneath, his musky scent started to fill the air as well.

Scoot’s legs quivered as Gilda got back up on the bed, tugging her shirt up and off in the process. She started to work on her bra. Scoots rubbed at her pussy as she stared at the bulge in his boxers.

“Come on over here,” Nightshade said in a low tone of voice, opening his arms lightly and gesturing for Scoots to come straddle his lap.

The filly immediately rolled over and crawled up onto his lap, pressing her pussy into the bulge in his boxers. “Mmmm, pleeeaaassse.” She moaned. “I don’t wanna wait.”

Nightshade used one hand to tease one of the filly’s wings while he looked over at the stripping griffon hen. “You good with waiting?” he asked Gilda.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Gilda chuckled, finally getting the bra off, and started working on her pants.

“Thank you…” Scoots whined to the birb.

Nightshade lifted his hips and used his free hand to pull his underwear down, letting his long, fat cock slap along Scoot’s pussy and ass as it sprung free. The smell got thicker, his musk now competing with the candle’s scent. Immediately the filly pressed her hot lower lips against the shaft, and started to grind on it.

Meanwhile, Gilda had stripped fully and was resting against the headboard, rubbing herself and watching the pair.

Nightshade used one hand to hold onto the filly’s hips and pulled her up a bit. The other went down to his shaft to help with aiming, letting the cockhead drag from her behind up to her slick lower lips. Once it was in position, he let go with both hands. “Now you’ll probably want to take this slow-” he started to say.

Only for him to get cut off as the filly’s marehood engulfed the cockhead. He felt her tightness stretch a little as her pussy took the girth with little effort. “Oh, fuuuuuuck!”

Nightshade waited for her to pause before trapping her lips in a kiss with his own, silencing her moans for a moment. Then his hands gripped her hips and started pulling her down, wondering when she’d be forced to stop.

“Mmmmmmph!” She whined into his lips, somehow taking him easily, even when a small bulge grew in her stomach. Eventually, their crotches met, and Nightshade broke the kiss to stare at her.

“You’ve done something to be ready for me,” he accused the filly.

“Big- horsecock dildo.” She grunted, chewing her lip. “I might be small, but I like them big.”

Nightshade nodded, before smirking evilly. He’d gotten an idea.

It took a little arranging and twisting around how she was on him, but what resulted was Scoots lying on her stomach between the legs of Gilda, while Nightshade pounded her from behind.

“Just to not leave you out,” he said to the griffon hen. “Now Scoots can get you warmed up for when I’m done with her.”

Scoots grunted and groaned only for her mane to get grabbed and her mouth to get pressed into the griffon’s damp pussy lips. “Be a good girl.” Gilda smirked as the filly started to lick.

Then Nightshade started to thrust. And he had a lot of cock to thrust with, the massive length slamming into her with long, slow strokes, bumping her head into the hen’s lips with every push forward.

Gilda started to hump into Scoot’s face, “thrusting” just like Nightshade. She grunted every time Scoots moaned into her lips. The three-long chain held up for a good while as the stallion just kept using the filly like a toy, humming to himself as she clenched on him to make herself tighter. Eventually he looked up at Gilda, then down at Scoot’s face. “Did Dash say why she was sending you both over here?” he asked the pair of them. “Beyond the fucking.”

Scoots looked like she was trying to shake her head.

“Baring getting fucked senseless, no.” Gilda said with a pant as she ground her pussy into the young mare’s mouth.

“Well,” Nightshade huffed, holding himself deep in Scoots for a moment. “I mentioned to Dash that I want foals one day, and she said she can’t take time off to raise one. So she brought up that you two might be more amenable to having foals.”

Gilda blinked, before hissing as the now seemingly very excited Scoots lapped and suckled at the hen’s clit. “Sh-shit- Th-think- Mmmph! She’s- Ummph- Into it!” Gilda managed to get out, holding Scoot’s head still as she was taken closer to the edge.

“Heh.” Nightshade used a hand to grope the small mare’s tits. “Think how big they’ll grow,” he taunted, “As you swell~”

Scoot’s squirmed and squealed into Gilda’s pussy.

“Ah- Shit!” Gilda’s hips bucked and humped, as griffon lust juice spurted onto the filly’s face.

Nightshade grabbed Scoots by the waist and heaved, the filly now being supported by his arms and his cock as he held her up like a toy to thrust into. As he started doing exactly that, he gave her an order. “Tell me how much you want it,” he taunted the orange pegafilly.

“I WANT IT!” She cried out desperately. “I WANT YOUR FOALS!”

“Then- fucking- have them!” Nightshade snarled, thrusting up and jamming her as far down on his length as he could manage, his cock twitching heavily inside her as it began depositing his seed as deep as it could go.

Scoot’s tongue lolled out as her eyes rolled up. Marecum squirted onto the bedsheets as her stomach bulged with cum. He held her there for a good few minutes as he kept unloading, before finally moving to put the filly down on the bed next to Gilda. The moment he started pulling back, their combined essences started leaking from her lips.

Scoots laid there dead to the world, as Gilda raised a brow at the stallion. “Got another one in ya?”

“Oh, easily,” the stallion said with a chuckle, moving to kneel between the hen’s thighs. “You forget, I’ve been with Dash. While I can finish her off quickly, she isn’t happy until I’m exhausted. She’s good for stamina training.”

“Yeah, she is.” Gilda chuckled. “And nah, lay down.” She said, putting a hand on his chest. Nightshade raised a brow as he laid back on the bed, his length jutting up into the air like a spire of flesh.

She climbed up and squatted over his length. Taking it in a hand, she lined herself up and slowly lowered herself down, slowly taking the shaft with ease as she shifted to her knees. She got to his medial ring and paused. She started to roll her hips, rocking and riding as she kept her slow pace taking his length. She was hot, and her walls seemed to milk him with every movement.

“Fuck,” Nightshade hissed, doing his best to keep his hands to himself in respect of how she wanted to set the pace. “You’re…fucking good at this.” He didn’t even want to thrust upwards in case that made her reconsider. It was taking an exercise in will to hold himself still.

“Damn right I am.” She smirked at him, dropping down for her lips to kiss his base, before rising back up to his medial ring, leaving him aching for her depths. “And you’re being a good boy.” She purred.

“Don’t want to upset someone who’s this skilled at it,” Nightshade pointed out. “Question though. You didn’t say where you fall on the kids idea.”

“Could be convinced, eventually. And don’t you worry, I got drugs so you can nut as much as you want.” She chuckled, reaching down to stroke at him, every time she rose back up.

“Guess until then I can just treat Scoots like a cum-dump,” Nightshade joked, his length twitching under her ministrations.

Gilda looked at her. “Something tells me that she’s fine with that.”

“Uhhh huuuh…” Came a groan from the mare.

“Oh look, she’s alive.” Gilda snorted before dropping down and finally putting her weight on his waist. He probably couldn’t thrust even if he wanted to. She slowly rolled her hips against his pelvis, grinding and milking at the shaft inside her.

Nightshade let out another grunt as he gave a jerk of his hips, not getting anywhere due to the weight of the bird on top of him, but his cock did give into the milking it was getting. It twitched and spasmed as it unloaded deep inside of Gilda, painting her depths with his load.

And she leaned over, putting her hands on his shoulders. She growled like a lioness as she rose up and dropped her weight down, roughly riding him as he came. “Don’t think you’re done.” She growled.

Nightshade gulped. This promised to be a long, long afternoon.

Dash finally decided to swing by the shop, only to find a somewhat tense looking Nightshade at the counter. “You good?” She asked, raising a brow.

“Y-Yeah,” he stammered, which raised a red flag. He never stammered in normal speech. He usually only stammered when he was in bed. With her doing something to his cock.

She deadpanned. “Kay. Who’s under the counter?”

“Scoots.” Gilda said, coming out of the backroom wearing nothing but an apron. And that apron was a little too small for her frame. “What do you think, might need a bigger one.” Gilda commented to Nightshade. “Unless you like seeing me only barely hidden.”

Dash blinked. “That was fast…”

“I mean,” Nightshade said, reaching out an arm and kissing Gilda as she walked into his embrace. “I still think it’s a crime that you cover up at all, but you’re only letting Scoots walk around naked,” he finished.

“She’s the fuck toy.” Gilda snorted. “I like having just enough modesty.” She said, scooting him out of the way, which was accompanied by a slurping sound and a whine. “Oh hush.” She added before sighing. Happy squeals came from under the counter.

“Were you always this way?” Dash raised a brow at Gilda.

“Yeah, I was just too intense for you, remember?” Gilda smirked at the lightly blushing pegasus.

“Scoots basically moved in once we unwrapped her,” Nightshade said with a sigh. “She hasn’t left the house. Gilda had to get her things as well as her own.”

“Been wondering how long she’s kept herself contained.” Gilda snorted as she leaned against the counter. “Mmmmph… Atta girl…”

“I think this worked out a little too well.” Dash said bluntly.

“Hey, you set me up with them,” Nightshade pointed out. “On the same day as well. They got on with each other as well as me.”

“And now there’s only one that hasn’t been fucked senseless since they got here.” Gilda added.

“Don’t blame me, she said she didn’t want foals,” the hybrid thestral-zebra riposted.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t get railed.” Dash glared at the pair of them.

“Well, I brought my strap-on, wanna tag-team her?” Gilda glanced down at the stallion.

“Have Scoots eat you out to make a foursome?” Nightshade questioned with a raised brow.

“Deal.” Gilda nodded.

Dash blinked. “What did I start?”

“A herd where you’re the beta femme at best?” Nightshade questioned.

“Currently Dash, you’re third on his totem pole.” Gilda snickered. “Under Scoots... Who…. might not be capable of speech at this point.”

“Or thought,” Nightshade put in.

“Like Hell, I am!” Dash snapped, stripping off her shirt. “I’m not gonna let Scoots beat me.”