Flitter's Birthday Present

by AtomicClop

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Flitter and Cloudchaser, Comedy, Non-consensual, Sex, Blossomforth, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Flitter, Soarin, Flash Magnus
Length: 5144

Flitter's birthday present is cock.

Flitter's birthday present is cock. Actually, two cocks.

Contains: Blossomforth and Cloudchaser tie Flitter down so that Flash Magnus and Soarin can spitroast her.

My entry to Dezmo's NSFW contest.

Published 2022-07-30 20:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-07-30 20:50:01 UTC

Surprise party

Flitter sighed and slumped down.

"What's wrong?" Cloudchaser asked her.

Flitter looked at Cloudy, sitting snuggled up against Flash Magnus. Then she looked to where Blossomforth sat in Soarin's lap, his cock surreptitiously up her snatch. The five of them occupied a poorly-lit half-moon-shaped booth in the far back of The Horse Apple, Ponyville's lone pub.

Flitter then looked down at her tumbler of bourbon, closed her eyes, and sobbed once.

Cloudy shifted her weight, away from Magnus, until she leaned wing-to-wing against her twin. "Flitter, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing..."

"Sis, I know you too well."

"I appreciate you two—you four—letting me tag along on your double date. But I'm just a fifth hoof."

"You're not a fifth hoof, Flits," Blossomforth said. A bead of sweat ran down her nose and she pressed backwards, taking Soarin's cock a little deeper. "And it's your birthday! We're getting drunk to celebrate."

"I can't have my birthday party without my twin sis," Cloudy said, and waved at Berry Punch for another round.

"Yeah," agreed both Magnus and Soarin.

Burying her face into her forehooves, Flitter said, "Thank you. All of you."

"Flits," Cloudchaser said, wrapping a foreleg around her shoulders and nuzzling her neck, "what's wrong?"

"I'm... I'm..." Flitter looked at Magnus, then at Soarin, then at Cloudy. "I'm lonely. I'm jealous. I'm horny. I wish I had a coltfriend as good as you two have. I wish I had a special somepony. I wish I was... was... was... regularly getting dick. Or even irregularly. Dildos aren't the same."

"Flitter..." Cloudy whispered, gently touching her twin's withers.

Flitter thumped her face against the table and covered her head with her wings. "I can't believe Thunderlane dumped me for Bulk Biceps..."

"But they're both so happy now," Soarin said. Blossomforth silenced him with an angry hump.

Berry Punch dropped another round of drinks at their table and the five pegasi spent the next hour getting morosely drunk, Flitter's mood infecting the others.

"Happy fuckin' birthday," Blossomforth mumbled, reaching down to rub Soarin's balls.

After a few moments, Cloudy's frown disappeared and she grinned maliciously at Blossomforth. Blossomforth raised an eyebrow in silent question.

A few hours later, Flitter jerked awake. Her first thought was, Hey, I don't have a hangover, Zecora's new stuff is great!

Her second thought was, Why can't I move?

A light clicked on. She squinted against it—it was still full dark outside the windows, and perhaps she had a tiny hangover—and she saw Blossomforth, Soarin, Flash Magnus, and Cloudchaser all surrounding her.

"Mmppphrrnph?" she said. Eyes crossing, she looked at her nose. A cloth gag covered her muzzle. "Mmmmmpffff! Hrrrrngf!" she said angrily. She tried to use her forehooves to pull the gag down—and found her forehooves bound behind her waist.

"Chill, sis," Cloudy cooed. "You said you were horny and jealous of our coltfriends and that you wanted cock."

"She said she wanted dick," Blossomforth corrected.

"I can provide cock," Magnus said. "He can provide dick."

Blossomforth frowned. "What's the difference?"

"If you know, you know," Soarin replied.

Cloudy leaned close and ruffled Flitter's mane, giving a very mischievous grin. "So... Blossomforth and I come bearing cock and/or dick for your birthday, sis."

Magnus and Soarin hoofbumped each other.

"Call it in the air, Soarin," Blossomforth said, flipping a coin high.

"Tails!" Soarin shouted.

The coin hit the cloud floor of Flitter's bedroom. "Heads it lands," Blossomforth said. "Magnus? Your choice?"

He smirked at Flitter, his eyes resting on her rump. "I choose... tails. Soarin gets heads."

Flitter's eyes widened and her tail tucked low, hiding her privates. Her jaw clenched.

"Darn," Sorin said. "Thunderlane always said she was good."

"🎶Neeeext tiiiiiime...🎵" Cloudy singsonged as she dragged Flitter across her bed by her tail. The tug hurt and Flitter struggled and thrashed against the bonds, shocks of pain running up her spine like tiny lightning bolts.

Adrenaline drove the last shreds of sleep from her brain. Her rear legs were bound at the ankles the way her forelegs were bound behind her waist. Her wings were also trussed painfully, tied up off her flanks, tight to each other. She craned her neck and saw her wings and forelegs were tied with heavy rope that dragged deep furrows in her coat and feathers.

Oh, Cloudchaser, what I'm going to do to you when I get loose...

Cloudy pulled Flitter's rear legs off the bed, until her hooves rested on the floor and her belly, chest, and head were crosswise on the bed. "Let's put your bow in before we get started," Cloudy said, picking up Flitter's pink bow from her bedside stand.

Flitter struggled against the bonds, her breath hot and stale against the cloth gag that covered her nose and mouth. She jerked and thrashed, but Soarin held her down, forehooves on shoulder blades, mashing Flitter into the bed, so that Cloudchaser could tie the bow into her mane.

"There! Now, that's my big sister." She patted Flitter gently on the bow and kissed her between the eyes.

"How much older is she?" Soarin asked.

"Mom says ten hours, and still holds the delay against me. Apparently, I'm not in her will."

"That's rude," Blossomforth said.

"Mom also says I had low oxygen during labor and that's why I'm the way I am. Which isn't true! I had plenty of oxygen!" Cloudchaser flicked her tail angrily. "I told Mom I was going to put her in that nursing home run by diamond dogs when she gets old. Dad said she might like that though..." Cloudy frowned and tapped her chin in thought. "Now that I think about it, that conversation was right before their divorce..."

Soarin snorted. "And they say divorces don't leave the foals traumatized and antisocial."

"I'm not antisocial!" Cloudy snapped.

"You," Magnus explained slowly, "literally brought us here to rape your sister."

"I'm paying you, aren't I?"

Flitter thrashed again, testing the bonds. They were immobile.

"One whole bit each," Magnus said. "And I thought your parents got divorced, what, this year? Not when you were foals?"

"Yeah, I was born antisocial. Probably the oxygen deprivation. Blossomforth? You wanna start us off tonight?"

Blossomforth climbed onto Flitter's back and straddled her, sitting just behind the base of her wings. She scooted forward until her crotch pressed into the joints where her wings met her torso. Wetness soaked into Flitter's back and feathers as Blossomforth began dragging her pussy forward and backward along Flitter's spine, mashing against the bottoms of her wings on the forward strokes.

"Flitter?" Blossomforth panted. "Your coat is really soft. Once we take off your gag, try to remember to tell me what conditioner you use."

The sensation was like a massage. Not a pleasant massage, like at Ponyville Day Spa, but one of the brutal sports massages the trainers at Wonderbolts Academy had given Flitter during her unsuccessful tryouts, where they dug into every muscle and joint to force them to relax and release. Flitter tried to flex her wings and throw Blossomforth off, but her wings were trussed too tightly: she couldn't move them.

The fruity watermelon-scent of Blossomforth's pussy quickly filled Flitter's bedroom as the hot wetness of her flows soaked Flitter's back.

"Okay," Cloudy said, using a hoof to raise Flitter's tail. Magnus and Soarin walked around behind her.

Flitter tried to scream against the gag as Cloudy exposed her vulva and anus to the stallions' eyes. All that she produced was an angry moan.

"Here, Magnus, you'll notice her labia are thicker than mine but her clit is smaller. She tastes better, too, I'm embarrassed to admit."

"H-how do you know so much about Flitter's pussy?" Blossomforth said with another pant, scraping her own pussy more and more firmly against Flitter's back.

"She and I have been having sex for years," Cloudchaser said. "We watched each other grow into mares, if you know what I mean."

Flitter moaned and clenched her eyes. That-that was their secret! They'd never told anypony they slept together! Why would Cloudy suddenly tell these three ponies?!

"Ugh, I hate being an only foal," Blossomforth grumped.

"I only have brothers," Soarin said, "but I'm not gay."

"Pity," Magnus replied. "She looks dry. Terror-dry, not regular-dry. I'm not putting my battle lance into the San Palomino desert. Got any lube?"

"Oh, I can get her lubed up," Cloudy purred. "I have plenty of practice."

Flitter's eyes popped open and she turned her head, staring at Soarin, who was smirking back at her.

Was... was Cloudy going to...?

A hot tongue touched Flitter's clit.

She was. Cloudy was going to do their private, secret thing in front of the others.

Flitter wanted to be mad, but suddenly the thought of sharing that, of showing that off in front of the others... she'd always secretly imagined doing this taboo thing with her sister in front of other ponies, with other ponies... but she'd always been too embarrassed... but Cloudy wasn't giving her a choice!

Cloudy's tongue dragged up, between her labia and across the opening to her vagina. A shudder ran up Flitter's spine and across her flanks and she began to react, damnit. Her ears perked up. Blossomforth arched her back, making a full circle with her spine, and licked Flitter's pussy, too, her tongue playing with Cloudy's tongue, between Flitter's lips.

"Blossomforth is really flexible," Magnus observed.

"You have no idea. For my birthday," Soarin explained, "we got a tub of chocolate sauce, a rubber chicken, and a descented skunk named Larry from Fluttershy's sanctuary, and she really showed off her flexibility."

"Poor Larry," Blossomforth said between licks.

Flitter gasped into the gag when Cloudy stuck her tongue as far up Flitter's vagina as she could, the hot muscle stretching her opening and brushing against the sensitivity deep inside her.

"Yeah," Cloudy purred, pulling back. "Sis is getting into it."

Am not! Flitter wanted to scream.

Cloudy dove back in, burying her face into Flitter's snatch, licking and sucking, flicking her tongue back and forth.

"Does she like butt stuff?" asked Magnus.

Flitter coughed and shuddered. Soarin moved around the bed, leaning his elbows just on either side of Flitter's head, his nose just a few inches from hers.

"No," Cloudy said, with a wet lick of her lips. "Please don't."

"You love butt stuff," Magnus said.

Cloudy snorted. "And she loves fish and chicken while I'm a vegan. We're sisters, not clones."

"Dang," Magnus said. "Well, anyway, let me try a taste."

Cloudy's licking moved from her cleft to the side, against the edge of her labia, and a new, firmer, larger tongue swirled around her clit.

"She does taste better than you," Magnus said with a chuckle.

"Can I taste?" Soarin said.

Cloudy jumped up onto the bed and leaned forward. Flitter's eyes widened as she watched her sister, face soaking with Flitter's own excitement, lean to the stallion. Soarin kissed Cloudy and licked her chin and her cheeks, sampling Flitter's taste.

She made eye contact with Flitter and stuck out her tongue, as far as she could, for Soarin to lick and suck into his own mouth.

Watching the stallion lick her own pussyjuice off her sister's face left Flitter shaking against her bonds, against Blossomforth's muscular legs, and Flitter's wetness doubled as her own juices were transferred from Cloudy to Soarin's cheeks.

This was one of Flitter's and Cloudy's private games, to get their face and tongue loaded up with their twin's taste before Prench kissing. This was yet another of their secret things that Cloudy was sharing with these other three!

"Hot," said Blossomforth as she pressed down, faster and harder, her own flows all the more copious and leaving a soaking wet spot on Flitter's spine and against the feathers on the bottom of each wing.

Watching Soarin suck her own emissions of her twin; feeling Blossomforth cumming into her feathers; and feeling Magnus's tongue and lips around her clit—it was too much.

Flitter made a tiny squeak in the back of her throat, all her muscles spasmed, and she squirted onto Magnus's face. A wave of tension and then relaxation shuddered up and down her body, muscles trembling and her pussy clenched and her ass throbbed and her pussy squirted as those muscles clenched and then hot wetness dripped down her pubic fluff and inner thighs.

Which is to say, she came. Lunadammit, she came. How was that possible? Her sister had arranged this- this- this- this— situation!

This was worse than the time they were five years old and grandma had remembered Cloudchaser's birthday but not Flitter's.

"There we go!" Magnus said, audibly licking his lips. "She's ready now. Flitter, you taste great."

"How's she compare to me?" Cloudy asked.

"Stronger. Less fruity, more... savory?" He smacked his lips. "The juices are thicker."

Cloudy bonked Flitter on the head. "And to think she's called me the thick one."

She then turned to Flitter's bedside stand and opened a drawer. "Let's see... let's see... Flitter, seriously?" She lifted a large, dark-gray dildo from the drawer. "A Thunderlane? He dumped you."

"My dildo outsold his," Soarin said smugly.

"But his is bigger," Blossomforth pointed out.

"Shush," Soarin snapped.

Flitter glared at her sister and said "Hrrrmnpf!"

"Hey," Cloudy said, pointing at the base of the dildo. "It's autographed."

Soarin squinted at the dildo. "That's not Thunderlane's hoofwriting, that's Reasonable Facsimile's."

"Whom?" panted Blossomforth.

"Who, not whom," Magnus said.

It's 'whom,' dumbass, Flitter raged silently.

"The Wondbolt's secretary," Soarin clarified.

Flitter moaned in disappointment. That was her most prized possession, and the signature was fake?

Cloudy laughed. "You should see your face, Flitter. ...dang, we should have brought a camera for this. Well, next time."

Flitter hyperventilated. Next time??

"I think we're ready," Magnus said, hopping up to mount Flitter. He positioned his forehooves against her kidneys and his rear hooves on the floor, touching her rear hooves. She shook and tried to buck, but between Blossomforth's weight on her spine and the trussing ropes, all she managed to accomplish was to get rope burn on her skin, pull out clumps of fur, and leave her muscles in agony.

Soarin reached with his wings and pulled the cloth gag down, off her mouth. Flitter gasped for air, sucking in a deep breath, then began, "Cloudchaser, when I get my hooves on—"

Soarin hopped up on the bed, planting his forehoves to either side of Flitter's shoulders, and stuck his cock in her mouth.

"—glrrk! Mmmprf!" Flitter shouted, bucking and thrashing again.

"Don't shout, Flitter, you'll give him an embolism," Blossomforth said. "'Blow' job is just a name, not a suggestion."

Flitter swallowed and Soarin moaned. At least he was clean, no taste of sweat or salt. He tasted, if anything, weakly of watermelon. Well, he had fucked Blossomforth while they were at the pub. He didn't taste like cum, so he must have fucked her only enough to edge himself—and likely her—without finishing.

Oh, goody. That meant a bigger load down her throat. Sigh.

Magnus pressed his tip against her crotch and another shudder ran up Flitter's spine. It settled into her skull and she swallowed again, involuntarily, as Soarin pressed his hips forward. Soarin's cock was thick and its flared tip was wide. It filled her mouth, but he wasn't trying to gag her by pushing down her throat—at least not yet.

The weight of the massive member sat on her tongue and the heat of his pounding erection filled her mouth. His balls hung heavily in his fuzzy scrotum and her eyes locked onto them... she liked balls, liked playing with stallion's jewels, licking and sucking and massaging and...

But her hooves were tied behind her. She looked over, made eye contact with Cloudy, and gave another suck on his shaft.

"I told you three she would get into it," Cloudy said, pressing the Thunderlane dildo into herself. "Ohhhh yeah."

Magnus shifted his weight, his forehooves brushing Flitter's waist and his cock shifting back and forth, brushing her pussy lips as he readied himself. Blossomforth clenched her thighs around Flitter's chest and a huff escaped Flitter's nostrils as Blossomforth squeezed her air out.

Pressing forward, Magnus's cock split Flitter's channel wide. Her eyes widened more and she sucked down on Soarin's cock, pulling it deeper until it brushed the far back of her mouth. Her pussy was wet from Cloudy and Magnus's licking, and more sensitive than she expected. His thick shaft filled her, stretching her out—she hadn't used the dildo in weeks or gotten a stallion in months, she was tight, give her a break—and her response was, quite unwillingly, for her pussy to grip down on his cock and squeeze.

"Nice," Magnus said, pressing in deeper. Her pussy spasmed around him, waves of pleasure radiating from her channel deep into her belly.

Cloudy, flat on her back, thighs thrown wide open, speared herself with Flitter's prized dildo, getting strong-smelling marejuice on Flitter's clean bedspread; Blossomforth marejaculated in Flitter's freshly washed and preened feathers, matting them; Magnus stroked out, then back in, clobbering her g-spot and making her rear legs shudder in pleasure; and Soarin pulled out and pressed forward, fucking her mouth, and she swallowed involuntarily around his cock.

This was not the birthday Flitter had envisioned.

But, she decided, she might as well make it the best birthday she could, under the circumstances.

As Magnus thrusted forward, Flitter pressed backwards—as well as she could with her rear legs bound—to help him hilt deeper. She flattened her tongue and swallowed, pulling Soarin's tip deeper and dragging his whole body backwards with hers.

Soarin gave a little yelp! and then pulled back slightly. His tip popped out of her throat, back into her mouth, and Flitter wrapped her tongue around his glans, dragging the soft wetness over his sensitive ridge, then across the slit at the very tip, as she pressed backwards again onto Magnus's thrusting cock.

"Oh yeah," Cloudy said, her juices squelching around the massive gray dildo. "That's my sister."

"She's tight," Magnus said, slamming in harder than before. He hilted his deepest yet and his thick, throbbing shaft filled Flitter. The fullness was like an itch deep inside, something she needed to scratch but was unable to. "She's tighter than you."

"She doesn't get laid as much," Cloudy replied.

"Pity," moaned Soarin. "She's good at this."

Cloudy shouted and squirted pussy juice across the bed, hitting Flitter in the left eye. "She's great at oral," Cloudy agreed. "She's been practicing on me since forever."

"You two tried dick potions?" Blossomforth asked.

Cloudy got still and frowned. "I neither confirm nor deny. And we certainly never stole Mom's."

With her rear legs bound together, Flitter's inner thighs touched, making her even tighter than normal—usually when she fucked, she would spread her rear legs wide to give the stallion plenty of room to mount her. This new position, with her legs together... all the sensations were different. Stronger. Firmer.

Better.

Damnit.

Magnus started humping faster. "Flitter," he said, panting, "if I untie your forelegs, will you rub Soarin's balls and be helpful, or will you be a problem?"

Helpful, Flitter tried to mumble around Soarin's cock, but he was back down her throat again. It came out like Hmmmmpffffmf. She squeezed her left eye shut, Cloudy's sticky pussy squirt making her vision all blurry on that side.

Her breath came hot through her nose, mouth entirely plugged with cock. She found herself panting hard, her chest heaving and lungs burning, as her lower body pulsed and shuddered around Magnus's thrusting into her own tightness.

His size filled her repeatedly, her pussy stretching and her wetness and softness surrounding and confining him. Despite the bound legs and wings, she pressed back against him as hard as she could while pushing her head and neck forward to take Soarin's cock deeper in time with her rearward thrusts.

Magnus paused his rutting just long enough to untie the bonds around Flitter's forelegs, then he slammed home once more, harder than any previous thrust, and Flitter's eyes widened in pain as his tip tapped the bottom of her womb. If her rear legs hadn't been tied together, leaving her buttcheeks flexed to act as shock absorbers, he would be slamming even deeper and bruising her cervix!

Her forelegs now free, Flitter stretched them wide on the bed. Her shoulders were in agony from the strain of having been pinioned backwards. She held still for a moment, eyes closing as the pain flowed out of her shoulders.

Then, she returned to her rhythm, humping backwards in time with Magnus's rutting and pressing her own head forward to let Soarin fuck her throat, and she reached under Soarin and cupped his balls with her hooves. They were heavy and hot, clearly ready to blow a big load. His scrotum's fur was soft and clean and felt good.

Blossomforth slid off Flitter and mounted Cloudy, sitting on Cloudy's face, but facing forward, opposite to the standard sixty-nine position. She then arched backwards, her spine bent into a circle, to suck Cloudy's clit as Cloudy rammed the dildo ever-faster into her own pussy, and in turn sucking Blossomforth's clit.

With Blossomforth's weight gone, Flitter could arch her back and get more power behind her own rutting against Magnus. The wet spot from Blossomforth cumming in Flitter's feathers and on her coat was warm and... and... and naughty, in its own weird way. Flitter and Cloudy had experimented with wingplay when they were young, but stopped after an injury to Cloudy that nearly gave away their secret to their parents... but it was nice to get back into that particular game, and Blossomforth having scraped her pussy against Flitter's bound wings made it all the more exciting.

Her back arched, inchworm style, pulling Magnus out until just his tip brushed her labia and pulling Soarin out until the ridge of his glans was just captured by her lips...

...and she slammed her midsection down, which drove her pussy hard over Magnus's shaft and drove her head forward, taking Soarin down her throat, both in a single move.

The stallions gasped and held still for a moment. Flitter arched her back again, letting them pull out to just brush her lips (the lips at both ends) and slam them into her again.

And again.

The sensation of Magnus's huge cock clobbering her g-spot and crashing into the bottom of her womb, his thick diameter dragging across her clit and his huge balls slamming into crotch with every thrust, combined with Soarin's tip throbbing wide every time she took it into the back of her throat, watching from the corner of her eye as Blossomforth and Cloudchaser ate each other, and Blossomforth's hot pussy juice wetting her spine, everything combined and her midsection clenched and her wings tried to flare, fighting the trussing ropes, pain lancing down into the base of her wings as Soarin and Magnus started thrusting in time with her rhythm.

Magnus shouted, grabbing Flitter's wings with his forelegs and pressing them painfully together, the pain sharpening the pleasure of his thrusting and Magnus made a final, deep slam forward, holding his hips against her buttcheeks as he came hard, his cock pulsing deep inside her, flaring wide and stretching her pussy out even more. He pressed forward against her buttcheeks again and again, trying to get deeper, desperate in his rutting as his cock jumped inside her and his balls pulsed against her clit. Hot cum dripped around his shaft and wet her clit and smeared her urethra and warmed her pubic fluff.

Another orgasm of her own crashed down, her pussy clenching around Magnus and the heat of his seed making her own engorged privates all the hotter and her flanks and abs all clenched and her rear legs shook as the orgasm echoed up and down her her body, from tip of the tail to tip of the nose, and she gave another small squirt of her own marejaculate, mixing with Magnus's seed to make a melange of their flows across her crotch.

She swallowed and she made a deep thrust forward with her head, taking Soarin deep into her throat and pressing upward on his balls with her hooves, gently mooshing his balls against the base of his cock.

With an "Oof!" Magnus's cock pulled out of Flitter. His ass landed heavily on the floor of her bedroom.

Soarin then shouted and pressed his hips forward, going a little deeper and gagging Flitter, his belly fur tickling her nose and impeding her breathing, but she anticipated that and had taken a deep breath just in time.

His forehooves grabbed Flitter just behind the ears and pulled her face a little deeper as his cock jumped and pulsed in her throat, his balls spasming and his entire body shaking. She swallowed, his seed hot in her throat. She swallowed again and again as he kept cumming, the heat of his cum seeming to burn down her throat, leaving her full. He'd definitely edged himself in Blossomforth before waking Flitter up, in order to shoot a load that huge. His cock flaring deep in her throat and his balls pulsing against her hooves gave her own orgasm a second wind and her pussy clenched despite now being empty and her anus winked and her wings made a last, painful attempt to go erect. Her vision went dim as stars swirled around her head and her hearing went tinny, everything echoing, and her entire body got the pins-and-needles sensation like when you slept on your side funny and your wing fell asleep.

Cloudchaser came, shouting and squirting pussy juice onto Flitter's once-clean bedspread again and Blossomforth shouted too, cumming copiously onto Cloudy's face. The two mares shuddered and shook.

Soarin, in turn, pulled out of Flitter's mouth with a slurp and plopped down to his butt on the floor. Blossomforth rolled off of Cloudy. The three mares laid on the bed and the two stallions on the floor, all panting and catching their breath.

A cough dislodged a large wad of cum that Flitter spit out. The rest of the massive load filled her stomach, and more hot cum dripped from her pussy.

"Cloudchaser," Flitter whispered, "someday, I'm going to do something bad to you."

Cloudy looked at her. "You had fun, admit it."

"I don't know when, or what, or where, or how, but I'm going to do something bad."

"You came," Cloudy said. Blossomforth nodded agreement.

"Untie my legs and wings and help me clean up."

Cloudchaser went to the bathroom and wet a soft washcloth with warm water from the tap while Blossomforth untied Flitter's wings and rear legs.

Both stallions were snoring. Cloudchaser licked Flitter's pussy once, sending a shudder up her body. With her wings now free, they instantly engorged, the right one hitting Blossomforth under the jaw.

She rubbed her jaw and pointed at Flitter's crotch. "Magnus tastes good, huh?"

Cloudy nodded, then wiped gently between Flitter's labia with the washcloth, making sure to get her urethra clean first to help prevent an infection.

"If you'd just asked me," Flitter grumped, "I would have said yes. Even to the ropes."

Cloudchaser smiled. "Next time, you can tie me up."

Flitter closed her eyes and sighed. "Can I eat your pussy while these three watch?"

"Of course."

"Okay. Fine." Something hot and sticky dribbled out of Flitter's vagina. She sighed. "Give me ten bits."

Cloudy frowned. "Why?"

"I need to go to Redheart's tomorrow and get a birth control potion."

Cloudy shrugged her wings. "Yeah, that's fair."

Flitter scooted up, onto the center of the bed, getting her rear hooves off the floor. She spread her legs and wings wide on the bed, although her wings were still quite stiff. More cum dribbled out of her. "That really hurt, Cloudy, Blossomforth. My shoulders kill from pinioning my forelegs behind me, and who ties wings together, seriously? Why didn't you tie my wings down to my flanks?"

"That was Magnus's idea," Blossomforth said. "How they tied up prisoners in Ye Olde Days."

Flitter snorted. "The old days, like, before the Poneva Conventions? You didn't just rape me, you war crimed me."

"🎶It's on-ly a war crime," Cloudy sing-songed, sashaying her butt, "🎵if it's com-mit-ted during war time."

"You two owe me a massage."

Blossomforth and Cloudchaser chuckled, then levered themselves up to sitting positions. With Blossomforth to her right and Cloudy to her left, their forehooves began to knead Flitter's ravaged muscles, from her neck, to her shoulders, then her wings, flanks, and hips.

She melted into the bedspread, relaxation spreading from their massaging hooves, wings going limp, and she closed her eyes. Blossomforth and Cloudy were good masseuses, at least, hitting all the important muscles and forcing them to relax.

This hadn't been the birthday she'd wanted, but at least the massage felt good.

"Something bad to you," Flitter mumbled.

"I look forward to it," purred Cloudchaser.

"Sis," Flitter said, just before the massage drove her back down to sleep, "I love you, but you're weird."

Author's Note

"Wait, Atomic, did you really write this rapey non-con fic?"

"I did, yes."

"I didn't think that was your style!"

"It's generally not, but an artist must create, and the fires of creation sometimes burn too hot to contain."

"This is really not your style. I don't like it."

"Style is a moving target, and I'm sorry you didn't like it, but an artist who stays in a rut and doesn't push their own boundaries is no artist. After I saw the cover art on Derpi, a beam of light shined down from heaven and trumpets sounded as this story leaped, fully formed, into my mind, in a flash of inspiration. I only needed to take the dictation down; call me John the Cloperator (🎵Flitter's naked and ashamed...🎶) ."

"But rape?"

"It is true that I don't usually write stuff tagged [Non-con] unless it's also tagged [Comedy] and too stupid to take seriously, but the muse is a harsh mistress. As Oscar Wilde said, 'No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.' Therefore, I apologize for nothing."

"This is tagged comedy. Is it really appropriate to write funny rape?"

"Any asshole can write rape. A smaller subset of assholes can write comedy. It takes a special breed of asshole to write comedy rape. [John F. Kennedy voice:] 'We choose to write this combination of tags not because it is easy but because it is hard'!"

"'Hard'?"

"You heard me. The point is, I deliberately pick difficult stories to execute, not simple ones."

"I really don't think it's right to write this."

"It's pixels on a screen, not real. Consider chillaxing."