Slipping In...

by Drop_It_Like_Its_Clop

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Sex, Sunset Shimmer, Twilight Sparkle, Profanity, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Anthro, Porn
Length: 8264

Twilight and Sunset find themselves in a bit of a pickle

Sent to investigate a crime front by Commissioner Cordon, two of Equestria's most dependable heroes find themselves undercover in perhaps one of the most dangerous environments in the world; a corporate office. Surrounded by threats and working against the clock, the two intrepid mares must get in, find the evidence they need to prove the nefarious deeds of the gang, and get out with the proof in hand, putting an end to their schemes once and for all. As they head to their task and the mission becomes harder, they may have to rely on their wits to survive, learning that slipping in and out may be a repeat process...

A commission for DaveMan1000, who also created the cover art.

Published 2022-01-15 22:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-01-15 22:30:01 UTC

...and Out

"Play along."

It was a risk for her to whisper the words, but Sunset managed to mutter the simple instruction without alerting the two stallions either side of them. It wasn't a comforting statement, but the situation wasn't ideal in the first place, and the two of them needed a plan; it sounded like Sunset had one.

The inhibition rings around their horns prevented them from using magic, so any hope of teleporting away, using a forefield, tossing the stallions aside, or even illusion magic was out the window. From the way they were being escorted, a hand on their shoulder and another grasping the wrist, their arm kept outstretched behind them, it was clear that the two knew what they were doing. The only thing more dangerous than a stallion that clearly hit the gym was a stallion who hit the gym and had a background in security. In summary, they couldn't fight their way out of this one, and both of them knew it.

That meant that Sunset's plan involved something other than brute force or magical prowess. All Twilight could do was trust her, and that was something she'd found easier and easier to do the longer she knew the unicorn.

They finally reached their destination, a dull, windowless room, something that might've been a utility room at one point, but which was now stripped of fixtures and left mostly barren, save for the two chairs and a basic table that served the minimum function. There weren't any vents, which meant no crawling out of here, and everything else looked sturdy, from the door through which they entered to the drab, stoney walls. Even the ceiling looked as if it could withstand some walloping before it showed any sign of damage.

"Here's your stop, ladies," the stallion holding Sunset sneered. "Enjoy it while you can."

"Give us a good review," the other added, chuckling in a way that Twilight couldn't help but find sinister. She suppressed a shudder, and did as Sunset asked, keeping herself neutral for whatever was going to happen.

"I don't understand, this is just a room," the amber mare spoke. "How long are we staying here? Are you going to bring us food? Bedding? What about a TV?" The question seemed to stump the two stallions, and they exchanged glances.

"There won't be any time for you to get food, a bed, or a TV," one of them told her.

"Does that mean you're letting us go soon?"

"No, it…" They seemed flummoxed by her lack of understanding. "Look, you already know too much, so we're just gonna tie you two up in here until we're told how to dispose of you."

"Dispose? How?"

"I just said we have to wait to be told! How can I tell you how if I don't know how?"

"But that's just boring!" she objected, pouting. "Your business is called Front Company and it's a front company for a criminal syndicate called The Syndicate! It's like you're not even trying!"

"Hey," the other stallion growled. "The boss has a vision for everything he does! Just because that vision is streamlined and straightforward, it doesn't mean it's lacking!"

"It seems pretty boring, though."

"Brutalist architecture isn't boring, it's functional!"

"It can be both."

"It...yeah, I guess you're right." He paused for a moment, then saw the other stallion glaring at him. "I mean, no, it's a deliberate design decision with practical considerations in mind, and only a naive fool can't see how Mister Moss is building the future!"

"I guess you're right," the mare sighed, frowning. "I'm just in over my head. I thought we'd do this, get recognition, and be heroes. I didn't expect to be taught how wrong I was by a couple of strong, smart stallions." After their spat, her compliments stunned them, and they glanced at each other once again. "I'm sorry, Twilight. It was wrong of me to drag you into this. I thought we could bring down a crime gang like the Power Ponies, but I'm just a stupid mare with naive thoughts in her head. Can you forgive me?"

"Don't be silly," Twilight answered, stepping closer to her friend, sinking as much gentle compassion into her voice as she could, remembering what Sunset said to her. "I'm just as naive as you. I wanted to come along, and it took no effort to get me to do this with you. When you suggested we dress up as secretaries to get into the offices, I agreed because I was so excited to save the world and look good." She smiled and glanced down at herself, admiring the short skirt and the leggings that hugged her soft thighs, her calves and butt accentuated by the high heels she'd donned. It made for the perfect look, and security hadn't asked a thing when they turned up and strode in with confidence, flashing their forged badges at them without turning away from their exaggerated, girly conversation.

"You do look good," Sunset observed, giving her own outfit a look. They'd both gone for the same look, their tight shirts picked to give their more feminine assets priority, their colours bringing out their coats, manes, and eyes. They looked gorgeous, poster girls for a corporate environment that promised fast-tracked progress and overt sexualisation of their employees. "Do you think we look good, boys?"

"Uh, yeah," the first stallion responded, the other nodding in wordless agreement. "Yeah, of course."

"You're not just saying that to make us feel better?" Twilight added. They shook their heads, stumbling over themselves to explain that the two mares were truly and genuinely attractive. In spite of the ulterior purpose of playing up her feminine charms, the alicorn found herself glowing at the praise she received. "Aww, thank you!"

"It takes one to know one," Sunset commented, eyeing the stallions brazenly. Her gaze raked up and down their bodies, lingering on their abdomens and groins. "Two drop-dead gorgeous mares, two hunky stallions…." She let the sentence linger, refusing to elaborate on what she meant.

"Are you, uh, hittin' on us?"

"Maybe."

"We aren't gonna let you go because of some cheap flirting."

"Never said you would."

"Then-?"

"Why are we doing it?" Sunset finished, moving closer to one of them with a smirk raising one of her cheeks. She took deliberate, provocative steps, slowly and steadily closing the gap. One foot in front of another, a precision in the sway of her hips, the clack of her high heels on the concrete. The unicorn controlled the room through her movements, her presentation shutting down any opposition to her position of dominance. She stared straight ahead, keeping her eyes on her target, a hand reaching up to meandre down his chest as she bridged the distance entirely. Leaning up as if to whisper in his ear, she parted her lips softly.

"Because we're dumb horny sluts."

The statement was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, but spoken in a tone that suggested something covert. The two stallions stiffened, their features widening as the beauty expressed something that sounded straight from a teenager's fantasy, or from some perverted author's unrealistically erotic writings. They shared nervous, disbelieving glances, falling silent for several seconds.

"I said, we're dumb horny sluts," Sunset repeated. "Y'know, bimbo whores? Big titty women with no sexual morals or personal constraints?" She sighed and shook her head as they stared at her. "Jeez, no wonder you don't get bonuses or promotions. There's just no initiative with you two. Fine." She dropped down to her knees and shoved her face against the nearest stallion's crotch, nuzzling his nethers with a ready shake of her head.

"H-hey!" he objected, stepping back. "Just what do you think you're doing? We're in charge here, not you! It isn't cool to just come onto a guy like that! I didn't say I wanted it, and I could be married for all you know!"

"Are you?" Sunset asked, crawling forward to continue her perversion.

"Well, no, but I don't like the presumption. Besides, we're in charge."

"Yes, I totally know that," the unicorn agreed, resting her chin on his thigh and looking straight up at him. "Then tell me to get to it."

"Uh, get to it?"

"Yes sir, mister sir, sir!" She returned to rubbing her face over his crotch, her hands running up and down his muscular thighs and up to his hips. She felt her way across the belt, her palms wandering back and forth, circling his waist until she met in the middle, her deft fingers slipping the belt from its buckle and loops. In a couple of quick tugs, she pulled his trousers down to his ankles, repositioning herself to make everything more comfortable. Catching a sight of his boxers, she cooed. "Mmm, nice and big, and not even fully hard yet!"

The flattery kept the stallion occupied, his attention entirely on her, the fabric of his boxers stretching as the monster contained within lurched steadily towards full hardness. Already, it was looking satisfying, easily big enough to satiate a moderately horny mare, but with every passing second, it expanded further, smoothly growing and occasionally pulsing against the amber mare's insistent rubbing and kissing. Finally, the underwear straining to contain the mighty serpent, Sunset reached up and labouriously pulled the fabric downwards, straining against the tight fit.

WHAP

The pole smacked Sunset in the face, springing forward the second it was released from its clothy prison. The three onlookers gasped as the meaty wallop filled the room, the impact dazing the daring mare and snapping her head back. After a few blinks, she looked down at the throbbing staff she'd unleashed, eyeing it with quiet curiosity.

"Wow, a striking cobra!" she commented, smiling widely. "I've never seen one in the wild before!" Her fingers wrapped loosely around the pulsing phallus, assessing its size and firmness through touch. "I have a friend who's really good with animals, and I've learned a bit from her about how to handle huge snakes." Tightening her grip a little, she opened her maw and wrapped her lips around his crown, suckling on his tip and lashing his blunt cockhead with her tongue.

"This chick is crazy," the observing stallion uttered, shaking his head, eyes wide in awe, and his trousers tenting at his crotch. He shifted, trying to get comfortable, adjusting the sizable bulge to make its entrapment less strenuous.

"Crazy good," the other stallion commented, his breathing picking up as the mare kneeling before him worked her magic on him.

"Hey there, lonely," Twilight purred, causing the spectating stallion to jump. She giggled at his reaction, enjoying how single-minded males could be when something as simple as a slutty mare dropped to her knees; she'd approached him entirely undetected, despite making no effort to hide or sneak. She could probably sneak out right now. "How do you like your mares? Crazy, or…?"

"Uh…" he answered, brain seeming to have short-circuited. "Skilled, I guess?"

"What a coincidence!" she exclaimed. "I'm a really skilled and talented cocksucker too! And that's just one part of what I can do." She reached for his belt, unbuckling it with easy picks and plucks, not even looking at her deft actions as she carried them out. "Is this your first time with an alicorn?"

"Y-yeah, I guess it is."

"In that case, how about a quick public safety demonstration first?" she suggested, slipping his trousers down to his knees and reaching into his boxers to fish out his erection. He was just as hung as his friend, if the weight in her hand was anything to go by. "Please pay attention, as your pleasure is our number one priority. If you look to your right, you'll see a practical demonstration by our talented crew. Firstly, all significant packages must be declared before we start, and failure to do so may result in a thorough search."

The alicorn and her captivated partner watched as Sunset responded to the verbal cues, the amber mare bringing her hands up to the cock she was sucking and running her palms down its length, pumping slowly and deliberately as she continued to suckle. One of her hands reached down to cup at the heavy stones dangling between the stallion's legs, fingers brushing around the orange-sized orbs each in turn, weighing and feeling the smooth curve of those delectable rocks.

"We pride ourselves on a clean working environment, and so guests are politely requested to keep all spillages in acceptable areas, which our diligent staff will always happily direct you towards. Our staff are always willing to show you the nearest depository for all liquid spills, which will be pointed out to you now."

Sunset raised her hand to ensure all eyes were on her, then slowly pointed to herself and Twilight, repeating the gesture and tapping her muzzle specifically, making it clear what she meant. Her job done, she returned to suckling, beginning to move up and down, slowly advancing down the lucky stallion's shaft.

"In the incredibly likely event of a sudden engulfment, you will be exposed to pleasure the likes of which you've never encountered before. We will not warn you, as this will diminish the experience, but as an example, we will ask you to brace. BRACE!"

Drawing back, the amber unicorn took a breath in through her nose and slammed herself down to the base of her stallion's dick, her muzzle bumping against his pelvis. He grunted at the lightning-flash movement, his pride utterly buried in her capable maw, her throat contracting slowly and deliberately and her lips sealed tight around his girth. Her breath ran hot over his skin, her nostrils pressed flat against his pelvis, inhaling his scent in exchange for the warmth of her exhales into his pubic fur.

"This may last for a while, but do not panic. Just enjoy the sensation, and allow our professionals to deal with the situation appropriately."

The unicorn's tongue trailed along the underside of the stallion's shaft, following his surface down to his scrotum, tonguing his ballsack even as she continued to gently massage his cock with her throat, her lips remaining airtight to keep him wet and warm. Compared to her zealous gobbling of his cock, her subsequent movements and actions were glacial and patient, treating him to dedicated attention without rushing anything, keeping his satisfaction teetering on the edge of wondrous and infuriating.

"I'd like to take this opportunity to demonstrate our safety features, which are perfectly padded for your protection. In the event of anything happening, or if the mood takes you, please feel free to grab and grope at these safety features. They're here for your comfort, and serve as excellent quality assurance devices. My talented assistant will now demonstrate where you can find these tailored padded features."

Finally pulling back from the stallion, Sunset wrapped a hand around his saliva-slickened shaft and stroked, a soft wet schlick accompanying her movements. "Our present staff have two padded assets installed for your pleasure," she informed the room, her voice unaffected by her oral servicing; even her breathing wasn't affected. "The first pair are found in the front, and the second in the back. Both of us here are willing to demonstrate in greater detail how these assets work upon request."

"That brings to an end our safety briefing," Twilight chirped, casually jacking off her stallion as she addressed the group. "All guests are now invited to use our services as they see fit." She smiled sweetly at her stallion, feeling him pulse in her grasp. "Is there anything in particular you'd like to do, sir?"

The stallion took his time in answering, presented with such a wide array of options that he found himself paralysed by choice. After several seconds of indecision, ~~the author flipped a coin~~ he was distracted by a muffled yelp from the side, and turned to see Sunset once again swallowing his friend's sword, chin against nuts. As they watched, a broad hand wrapped around the unicorn's horn and another clasped the back of her head, securing the mare in place so he could make the most of her. Sawing his hips back and forth, he quickly picked up speed, using the kneeling mare as a toy to sate his lust.

"Wow, that looks hot," Twilight commented cheerily, still jerking the observing stallion. "Maybe we should do that? Your friend makes it look so good. And speaking of your friend, what should we call you? It's gonna be really confusing if we keep referring to you as 'the stallion', since there's two of you."

"What are you…" her stallion started, then shook his head, enjoying the handjob the impromptu sex show too much to care about her eccentricities. "Just call me 1, and him 2."

"Got it," the alicorn confirmed. "So, 1...wanna get your knob slobbered good and proper?"

"If it stops you speaking," he told her, frowning at her strange phrasing. "Just get to it, slut."

"Yes sir," she spoke huskily, sinking down to her knees in a smooth, sensual slink. Her hands slid up his thighs, slender fingers leading the way as she crept towards his wang, inching closer-

"HUYK!"

The rod shoved its way past her smirking lips and rocketed down her throat, and before she could pull back, a pair of hands clasped around her horn and head, much like she'd watched happen to Sunset. Realising that she was in for an identical bout of rigorous usage, the alicorn braced herself and relaxed her throat, knowing she'd need to work with him to get out of this still functioning as a mare, and not a blown tyre. The first thrust was exploratory, and the second was rougher, her breathing becoming more challenging as he began to rail her like a soulless toy.

"Yeah, you're right," 1 commented, his voice laced with smug mirth. "This is pretty hot. It's what you wanted, right? You're the one who wanted to slobber my knob good and proper; get slobberin', slut." He pounded her harder, his nuts wallopping against her chin with every jabbing jerk forward, his spear bulging her throat mercilessly. She could feel how far down it reached, the fullness as satisfying to her as his cocky, self-assured words.

The other two were several minutes ahead of them, and so it wasn't a surprise when 2 gave a loud grunt and fell silent for a second, then groaned loud and long, exhaling in a strained, guttural sigh. Turning her eyes the best she could, Twilight watched Sunset's compelled deepthroating, the unicorn spending ten, fifteen, thirty seconds receiving the huge deposit from her backed-up partner. It took ages for 2 to finally let the trapped unicorn go, leaving her pulling back and gasping hungrily as her lungs burned for air. Her face was red, and her breathing came in ragged huffs as she tried to fix the deprivation he'd set her through. Twilight felt an equal mix of apprehension and untrammelled excitement at the thought that she'd be enduring that in short order.

Sunset was only given a few moments to regain her composure before the stallion was hoisting her up onto her feet and spinning her around so he could shove her onto the table, sending her crashing atop it. She grunted at the not-so-gentle landing, her bust softening her fall as her legs banged against the edge of the table while her upper body continued its trajectory, tumbling down and sprawling across the surface. A pair of hands yanked her skirt up to expose her butt, and her panties were pulled to the side in a careless yank.

The penetration was sudden and rough, Sunset's gasp barely past her lips by the time he'd sheathed himself in her depths. He didn't give her time to get used to his size, either, drawing his hips back and lunging forward again, leaving her to brace herself and deal with the rapidly accelerating pestling.

"All it took to get you flowin' was a bit of facefucking, eh?" the stallion behind her sneered, delivering a heavy open-palm slap to her vulnerable rear to punctuate his point, guffawing as she yelped. "If I knew you were this easy, I might've gone easier on you earlier, maybe even let you go." One of his hands grasped her tail, yanking her back towards him as he jerked forward again, driving his schlong deep into her cavern and sending a crash echoing through the room as their bodies met.

As she was shunted aggressively against the table, her natural padding absorbing the impact of the rutting stallion behind her, Sunset was given an unobstructed view of Twilight's oral ordeal, the sloppy slap of balls against chin and the perverse, wet noises as he speared into her throat, her gullet bulging as he stuffed her full. Having already endured the treatment herself, she found herself debating whether it was hotter to be railed like that or get to watch it. After all, the audio was amazing, the sight was spectacular, and with her head free, she could enjoy getting her guts rearranged while watching her friend being force-fed something more filling than the most generous of meals.

As if on cue, the stallion hilted himself in her gob and grunted, his hands keeping Twilight glued to his pelvis, her eyes bulging at the mass lodged in her throat. His hips pressed forward, trying to gain that extra inch of penetration that biology simply wouldn't allow, his palms demandingly pulling her closer to him, and his nuts rising towards his groin, twitching as he unloaded what the observing unicorn guessed from experience was an especially abundant serving of his gravy. Sunset's admiration grew as he forced her to stay still, refusing to let go even as she wiggled, instinctively trying to pull back to breathe - they'd be done when he decided they were done, and he still had more to give.

By the time the purple pony's loud, drawing gasp filled the room, Sunset had grown enamoured with the sight, reaching back to enjoy the scene with a little stimulation of her own. Like trying to hit a housefly with a sledgehammer, 2's clanging bells kept missing her love button, hitting everything but the singular part of her that would have her gushing like a burst dam. While his wrecking balls bashed her mound and grew wet from her excitement, she brushed her pearl gently, shivering and panting anew. It was a perfect combination, his raw passion iced with the delicate finesse of her precision, placing her in the optimal state to flow towards her orgasm. While she did, she had front-row seats to Twilight's treatment at the hands of the other interchangeable stallion, that additional bit of artistic stimulation to occupy her mind as her body was battered.

The alicorn was yanked to her feet without a word from her partner, a hand sliding under her skirt and down her panties before she could voice her opinion on the matter. Instead, she got to voice her reaction as 1's fingers brushed over her sodden mound and grazed her bud, carrying on uncaringly towards her gate. The mare gasped as three fingers pushed into her quim, probing her inner reaches impatiently, inquiring how much room she had to fit his equipment. The circles and caresses he made were in no way for her pleasure, but she found herself leaking around his digits and shivering in delight nonetheless, her walls squeezing them welcomingly as they pushed deeper and brushed across her velvet walls, her tunnel dutifully morphing to fit the shape of his insertion.

Twilight was already worked up, her valley slick with her dew, and so the stallion didn't spend long testing the waters. As soon as he knew she was raring to go, he unceremoniously pulled his fingers from her gulf, spun her around, and thrust conveniently quickly, his anatomy lining up with hers so perfectly so as to facilitate the manoeuvre that it was almost as if it had been written by a pervert for an audience of perverts. With a quick flick of his wrist, her panties were pulled aside and his member plunged deep inside her, filling her in the blink of an eye.

"All it took to get you flowin' was a bit of facefucking, eh?" the stallion behind her sneered. His hips swung back and forth in long strides, upping his speed until he was thumping soundly against the purple backside. "If I knew you were this easy-"

"Your friend's already said that," Twilight pointed out, huffing in time with the rhythmic clapping, her insides clasping at his tool on his inward and outward slides. He fell silent for a moment, though his movements continued. "Change it up a bit," she suggested. "After all, you're both doing us from behind…"

The two stallions glanced at one another, realising the similarities with disgruntled acceptance. With a sigh, 1 shoved Twilight against the wall, his strokes becoming short and jerky as he rammed her hard, his body sandwiching hers against the concrete, the mare kept comfortable by her bust. Her mouth hung open, and she let out a string of pleasured moans as her partner took her roughly.

That was all Sunset was able to see before 2 withdrew from her depths with a wet schlop, throwing her legs around so she had no choice but to flip onto her back, and realigning himself with her honeypot in a conveniently swift motion. Before the unicorn had fully adjusted to the change, she was full again, a single ram of 2's hips enough to give her back what she'd been missing. He resumed his powerful pounding, using her legs as leverage to thrust aggressively, his face a mask of concentration. It was lucky she'd gotten herself worked up, because now she couldn't reach between her legs; she was close enough that his pistoning was sufficient to drive her towards her peak, the hot itch growing in intensity with every thrust. She contracted around the pole ravaging her, squeezing and clamping involuntarily and with increasing frequency, her moans reaching a crescendo as she sailed over the edge, dragging her partner with her.

Sunset threw back her head as she came, announcing her climax to the room, and was joined by 2 as he hilted for the last time and grunted, hosing her insides in hot, powerful jets. The bubbling heat of his spooge strengthened her contractions, milking more seed from his throbbing spire, the two of them locked in a spiralling feedback loop, leaving them groaning and grunting and moaning lewdly. The other pair joined in the orgasmic cacophony, turning the already loud and discordant exclamations into a veritable clusterfuck.

The unicorn was the first to return to her senses, the swell in her fading into a lowly buzz, followed by her stallion. Twilight was still groaning, humming happily as she rode the waves of her relief, while 1 growled on the tail of his own surge. Neither stallion waited around, pulling out as soon as they were satisfied, and leaving the two mares devoid of dick and stuffed with semen. Thankfully for them, they didn't have to wait for long; the two stallions swapped over, grabbing the mare they hadn't tried, and quickly repositioning them.

Twilight was pulled away from the wall and bent over, a spank to her butt pulling a yelp from her and causing her wings to spread in a startled reaction, which was followed by a loud gasp as 2 rammed his entire length into her in a single swift stroke. Her gulf accepted the sizable entry, having already taken something of conveniently similar dimensions, her walls buzzing from the roughness of the last stallion to take her not even a minute ago. She felt fuller with the pool of jizz that'd been pumped into her, the rapidfire thrusting from behind churning the cream and pushing out the excess, an ooze leaking out over her mound before being squished by the heavy swinging nuts clapping against her clit.

2 laid into her powerfully and quickly, his acceleration putting a Wonderbolt to shame, the meaty, heavy thudding of rock-hard thighs and loins against a plush, padded posterior. The analytical part of Twilight's mind admired the contrast of the deep smack of his dense anatomy and the fleshy, heightened pitch of her own jiggling assets, and how well their bodies joined, as if they'd been made for one another. The other part of her mind, the part in control, revelled in the wanton plowing, the way he claimed her, and the way his hands roamed wherever they felt; he grabbed her hips, her waist, her tail, before settling on her wrists and yanking her arms back, truly putting her in her place.

She had a good view of Sunset from here, who she watched with unthinking eyes. The unicorn was being bounced atop 1, the stallion barely having to do anything to get her to roll her hips and grind like a veteran slut, her legs working to lift and drop without missing a beat or falling out of position or rhythm. Not content to merely have a drop-dead gorgeous, top-heavy, model-worthy bombshell bounce atop him like a particularly aggressive seesaw enthusiast, 1 reached up to Sunset's shirt and yanked the fabric apart, the buttons pinging from the walls at his sharp pull. Before he or Twilight had a chance to admire the alicorn's pretty bra, and before the author had a chance to describe it in any satisfying detail, 1 plucked the pesky breast-restraining garment from her torso with a strange, serendipitous ease, exposing the chest pillows in their full rounded glory. Now free, they bounded like excitable puppies in a field, leaping and skipping with every movement she made.

The sight of the amber mare's mammaries flapping about gave 2 the natural idea to follow suit, and his hands dropped from Twilight's wrists to grasp at her shirt, pulling it apart in a couple of sharp tugs and yanks and adding more buttons to the haphazard mosaic already on the floor. No longer satisfied to have the busty broad facing away from him, given what he had to gain from seeing her front half, 2 reached down and grasped a handful of her honkers, digging his fingers into the supple flesh, and pulled her back against his torso, looking down at the purple pads placed in his palms as he pounded her.

The humour of the alliteration subsided quickly, and the stallion pulled out so he could spin the alicorn around and push her backwards onto the table, side-by-side with the stallion that had first filled her up. From her vantage point, she was gifted a front-row seat to Sunset's tantalising titties, their sway and swing and envy-inducing roundness captivating her mind for a moment, right before her legs were swung up and her clunge was stuffed full once again. She moaned aloud, her vocalisations soon becoming a rapid burst of groans and squeals as she was hammered mercilessly by the stud at the edge of the table, her high heels by his ears and her own bust bouncing as he jostled her back and forth.

Between the bouncing and the hammering of the two mares, the table creaked and groaned, audible even over their groans and whines and moans, and the grunting of the males at their waists. Their boobs wobbled and swayed, swinging and lurching in time with their bodies, and flesh slapped against flesh, a carnal display that looked and sounded a lot sexier in person than when written down. In spite of their vigour and the complaints the table made, it held strong against the ravishing, enduring as the mares were stuffed and shoved, gripping their respective partners tightly, or as tightly as they could in the throes of their battering.

After what felt like years, the two stallions pulled the mares in close, grunting and groaning as they peaked, dragging the two mares over the edge with them. The four joined voices as pleasure rushed through their bodies, fluids spewing from their loins to fill and cover one another in hot, wet goodness. Once again, the respite was minimal; Sunset was shoved off so 1 could get up, and Twilight's legs were swung away from 2's shoulders and she was dragged to her feet, the two mares in wobbly steps to the chairs, leaving a dripping trail in their wake. When they were seated, the ooze leaked onto their skirts, pooling onto the chairs as gravity made apparent just how much they'd been filled already.

The cock thrust into her maw woke Twilight from her partial daze, the saltiness of a cum-slickened pole slapping her back into full lucidity instantly. She didn't gag as it probed deep into her throat, sinking into her gullet effortlessly and dripping pre straight down into her stomach. She didn't even mind the thickness of it now, her body used to the size she was dealing with; as her partner drew back, she found herself missing it, mourning the departure of the turgid mass as it dragged backwards across her tongue and left a trail of thin cream in its wake. Sure, it was rammed back in again less than a second later, but that portion of a second was a second she wasn't tasting herself on his mighty shaft, a portion of a second she wasn't having her tonsils flattened, a portion of a second she wasn't milking him to another climax so he could flood her with another steaming load of scrumptious, gooey goodness. She revelled in his movements, wishing she could nuzzle the hand holding the back of her head, or sing her praises without having his beast block her words, but she accepted the necessary limitations imposed on her, and loudly hummed and drooled to show her pleasure, and give him the extra stimulation he deserved.

The unicorn wasn't occupied enough to fail to notice the ropes being tied around her arms and legs as the alicorn was; Twilight's mouth and mind were full of throbbing, pulsating, painfully thick cock, but Sunset could feel the rough surface winding around her limbs, even as her vision was taken up by an impassable wall of torso. It was hard to press her mounds together to massage the cock between them with her arms behind her back, but she was resourceful and hardworking, and never backed down from a challenge. Squaring her shoulders, she smooshed her boobs against the forearm-sized schlong and swayed back and forth, keeping him happy and excited and leaking into her cleavage, making the soft journey especially slippery. Maybe it was the smell that got to her, or maybe the lewdness of successfully milking a red-blooded stallion with nothing but her naturally plush puppies, but she found herself panting without so much as a finger to stimulate her.

Finished with their tying, the stallions took over properly once again, thrusting and sawing, moving in swift strokes to bring themselves relief. 1 grabbed at Sunset's amber honkers, her titflesh filling his palms and overflowing around and between his fingers as he squashed them closer together, sandwiching his shaft between the supple pillows. His rod disappeared into her valley, her baps moulded by his shape and conforming utterly to his size and shape, feathery fur and the pliant mass massaging his dong every inch of the way along its relay, his glans brushing intermittently against her nose. She tried to lick at it, playing a weird version of whack-a-mole with the phallus popping up from between her bosom, and receiving a smearing of pre across her nose and cheeks for the trouble.

Twilight, meanwhile, was making the most noise out of everyone in the room, but that was unavoidable when being facefucked into oblivion. 2 stood on tiptoes to properly achieve deep penetration, his nuts clapping against her chin loudly with every jerky shove forward, while his shaft shaped her throat and endured the contractions of her swallowing both voluntarily and involuntarily around his intrusion. His hand held her horn like a handle, pulling her back and forth to supplement his own short thrusts, maximising the amount of space he had to ravage her while remaining as deep as possible. Like a true champion, the alicorn gargled and glucked as the monument to masculinity was stuffed down her throat, caressing it as much as she could and encouraging him to blow his load right up until he did, which didn't take too long given the situation.

2 came first, holding Twilight by the horn against his pelvis, growling as he flared and fired, holding her tract open to deposit his load straight into her stomach. It wasn't as much as his first couple, but the orgasm lasted just as long, and tears were beginning to form in the purple pony's eyes as he flagged and pulled out, leaving a final parting gift of a weak spurt to glaze her tongue on his way out. As if sensing that he'd reached his allotted time, 1 upped his pace, his own flare burgeoning and spreading the pillowy ensconcement he was thrusting into, and discharged ropes in messy spurts over Sunset's face and between her breasts. He didn't stop moving as he finished, spreading and smearing his semen over her coat and whipping the pools into a stringy, sloppy residue.

The stallions changed sides, 1 taking his opportunity to sink into the sticky but otherwise heavenly embrace of the big-titted unicorn, while 2 walked behind Twilight and pulled her chair backwards, giving him unrestricted access to her mouth. As he sawed back and forth, holding up her chair for his benefit as much of her own, his nuts swung like pendulous wrecking balls against her face, the mare wearing his family jewels like the world's most perverse sleeping mask in intermittent bursts. They came, switched again, came again, switched again. It was a pattern, cycles of changing and cumming, switching and splurging, ejaculating and evacuating, nutting and bolting, until the stallions were left drained and satisfied, and the mares were fed and bred.

"Well, it's been fun, ladies," 1 said, tucking his cowering cock back into his trousers and carefully zipping them back up. "But we've gotta bounce."

"Some…things…are gonna happen soon, and we don't wanna be around when they do," 2 added, tucking his shirt in and tightening his belt. "Gotta get ready for that. Anyways, nice knowin' you both."

"B-bye!" Twilight chirped, belching quietly, her lips caked in nut. "S-see you soon!"

"See you-? No, listen, you-" 1 began, before being stopped by his partner with a shake of his head. "Anway, get comfortable." He rolled his eyes at them, making sure he and his partner-in-crime were presentable before they exited the room, the door shutting with a metal clang that sounded far heavier than it should, and the chilling clack of a lock being sealed. Their footsteps faded away not long after.

Silence. A little more silence.

"Okay, they're both gone," Twilight spoke, sighing. "Are you okay?"

"Sticky, but otherwise fine," Sunset answered, as white as she was amber by that point. Her mane was streaked with splashes of spunk, and globs hung to her chin. Her coat was matted with the remains of her vigorous tryst, and she looked like she'd been bombarded with water balloons in a water fight ambush, if those water balloons were stocked full of horse jizz and her assailants were perverts the type of which saw multiple fines being issued for public indecency.

Pinkie had been happy to pay, in all fairness.

"Good. Do we have a plan? We probably don't have long to get out of here."

"We have long enough," Sunset assured her. "Our run-in with those two didn't eat into our timetable too much."

"It was a very energetic five minutes," the purple mare agreed. "How are we getting out of here?"

"I snagged one of the keys to this room," the unicorn revealed. "Now all we need to do is get it from my clothes."

"Which we can't do because we're tied to the chairs," Twilight pointed out. "But if we had a sharp object-"

"Like the one I smuggled in with my lanyard," Sunset hinted, smiling a cummy smile at her friend.

"Awfully convenient you have something so useful to our specific circumstances that you managed to smuggle into an office disguised as something that wouldn't attract attention."

"Awfully convenient they had enough rope just laying around in a security job, rather than, say, handcuffs."

"Touche." Twilight looked down at the creamy cleavage in which their key to freedom lay. "I'll just go apple-bobbing, then." With a heave, she wobbled her chair towards Sunset, throwing her body in careful swings to try and close the distance. Sunset did the same, the two timing their jumps to make small hops and slow progress towards each other. Bit by bit, they clanged and clomped their way noisily together, until they were close enough to be able to interact.

With a deep breath, the alicorn plunged face first into the iced buns, feeling as if she'd just dropped into a muddy puddle, or a wet field. The semen had cooled, but it was still as cloying as it'd been when it'd first splashed onto Sunset's coat. Without any way to see, all she could do was feel around, the lanyard a surprisingly slippery customer amidst a sea of stickiness. She should've brought goggles; when she was snorkeling, at least she could see what she was looking for.

The sound of purposeful footsteps caught her ears, and the alicorn panicked, coughing as she gasped and inhaled the deep, rich odour that pervaded the heavenly curves of Sunset's mammaries. She was about to pull away when Sunset spoke again.

"Play along." It was that same, familiar, comforting phrase, and Twilight didn't have time to do more than feel the warm wave of trust come over her before Sunset began moaning loudly, far in excess of what any normal mare would do. "Oh yes, baby, keep motorboating these huge tiddies! Keep doing that thing you're doing, that thing where you're doing things!" As she babbled about Twilight's abstract skill, the sound of a key grinding into a lock sounded, and the door creaked open with an irate insistence. "Yes, keep- Oh, hi there!"

"Hi, now- Uh…"

"Don't mind us," Sunset purred. "She's just really thirsty, aren't you?"

"Cummies!" Twilight shouted as clearly as she could, her words muffled by the noise-cancelling funbags around her muzzle, and her single-word sentence sounding like she'd just tried to speak underwater. "Me likey!"

"She's a very thirsty girl, and she can't get enough of these mommy milkers, these big doughy head-crushing padding, these chesticles, these-"

"I-I get the idea," the stallion grunted, sounding very uncomfortable. "We're missing a key, and we both know the last place we had it was when we brought you to this room."

"When you totally creamed us, like, a hundred thousand times?"

"Not…well, yes, when we brought you here."

"That was soooo awesome by the way! It was, like, the best sex we've ever had, and you splooged soooooo much! We're totally defo preggers!"

"Wh-what?"

"Yeah, you totally knocked us both up! Huge creamy loads like that from stallions as big and strong and manly as you? I bet we're gonna have triplets! You're both gonna be daddies!"

Horrified silence reigned, save for the wet sounds of Twilight's spelunking adventure.

"Obviously, we can't just raise so many foals on our own," the unicorn continued. "We're gonna need financial support, and kids raised by two parents have a better start in life than those raised in single-parent households, plus we'll need lots of comforting during the pregnancy…anything to add, Twilight?"

The schlop as Twilight raised her head from the murky, musky depths of Sunset's cleavage audibly made the two stallions jerk backwards, and when she turned to them, face coated in the remnants of their ardour and her fur matted, her eyes wide and maniacal, a huge grin plastered onto her muzzle, they stared with dropped jaws, horrified beyond speech.

"I need lots of kissies!" she voiced huskily. "Starting right now!" She lunged at them ineffectively, smacking her lips loudly. "Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!"

They ran from the room, locking it hurriedly and bolting fast enough to break the land speed record down the corridor. The two mares listened as their captors abandoned them for the second time.

"Stallions just never seem to be able to commit," Sunset commented, shrugging. "But seriously, that probably shaved half an hour off our schedule, you really need to pull the badge out."

"I'm trying," Twilight told her. "It's not easy finding something in between these hills. Honestly, Princess Celestia should give them national park status."

"Sunset Cleavage National Park has a ring to it."

"It will do, if we don't get killed in some nondescript way because your boobs are too big!"

As the unicorn rolled her eyes, Twilight took a deep breath and dove back in, braving the malleable mammaries and their myriad of mysteries. She searched for what felt like hours, coming up for breath several times before shoving her head between the bountiful breasts once again. She began slurping up the substantial goop, trying to drain the marsh enough to find the treasures within, but it was still an uphill battle - or maybe downhill, across a hill, or some other direction vis-a-vis Sunset's gifted anatomy. It was hard to tell.

Amidst her grumbling envy and desperation to not be foiled by the sheer excess of the female form, her nose bumped against something plastic and hard, and she searched it out with her lips, finally able to secure her teeth around it. With a triumphant cheer, she surfaced, emerging from the pillowy maze that had kept her confined for a duration that would've driven lesser mortals to insanity, or lust-induced comatosis.

"You got it!" Sunset congratulated. "Now very carefully find the sharp side and rub it against my restraints, and then I'll do you."

With the patience and dexterity of an alicorn, Twilight lowered her head to the unicorn's bound arms, pressing the edge of the badge holder to the rope, and shook her head back and forth. When she'd found a rhythm, Twilight increased her speed, furiously upping her pace until she was imitating a horrifying hybrid between a woodpecker and a pony suffering an epileptic fit. With a satisfying snap, the ropes holding the unicorn went slack and crumpled to the ground, freeing the bound pony, who wasted no time in taking the badge from Twilight and sawing through the remaining ropes.

The key fit the lock perfectly, and it turned for them as welcomingly as if they were opening the door to their own home. The corridor outside was abandoned, and with quick glances, the two mares strode out with purpose, keeping their ears open for any sign of approaching ponies. As fortune would have it, they didn't run into anypony before they found a fire escape, and managed to slink into the city unnoticed by the office workers or building security. That didn't, of course, stop them being gawked at by every pedestrian and road-user on the street.

"Officer!" Twilight called out chirpily, ignoring how the uniformed mare balked at her approach. "We'd like to report a major crime occuring at Front Company corporation. As you can see, we've been through quite a lot in our pursuit of information."

"Uh, yes, that seems…" She looked at the two bare-chested mares, their bodies coated in obvious sexual effluence. "...apparent."

"We've been investigating them for being a front company for a crime gang for some time now on behalf of Commissioner Cordon, and we believe we have information to justify a raid on their headquarters."

"Immediately," Sunset added. "We think they've got explosives ready to destroy incriminating evidence and to frame another crime gang in the city."

"I see," the officer said, opening her notebook. "These crimes, and the evidence, is…?"

"Well, sexual impropriety, forgery, blackmail, extortion, violation of innumerable labour laws and health and safety codes, insider trading, intimidation, perjury, insurance fruad, tax evasion-"

"Woah, woah, woah," the officer interrupted, looking wide-eyed at the alicorn. "Did you just say…insurance fraud…and tax evasion?"

"Um…yes?" Twilight confirmed, tilting her head in confusion.

Immediately, the officer grabbed her radio and screamed a thousand sentences into it, requesting units from all over the city and beginning to run towards the Front Company headquarters, shouting something about needing a sniper team.

"And don't forget the bomb squad!" Sunset hollered after her, staring as sirens blared and police cars raced in from every direction, nearly crashing into each other in their urgency. The two half-naked, and very indecent, mares turned to one another and shrugged, happy to have finished the job.

"I need a shower," Twilight announced, turning and walking further down the street.

"Me too," Sunset agreed, her high heels clacking in alternating steps to Twilight's. "And then we get these removed."

"And then we get a drink with the girls."

They nodded, agreeing to the plan laid in the aftermath of another job well done.

As the midday sun shone down on the city, the citizens milled about their day, knowing they could rest easy with their slutty protectors out there bringing the crooked to juicy justice.