Cup was gentle. Very gentle. Twilight was kissed over and over again as Cup lovingly held Twilight’s face in her hooves. Each kiss made Twilight’s mind buzz and her ears tingle. The collar kept Twilight from being able to return the kisses proper, but Cup’s light nibbling around her lips was worth experiencing thoroughly.

What had surprised Twilight was how gentle Carrot was being as well. He was also kissing her, quite lovingly, but around the base of her tail and through her now thoroughly soaked panties. Each of his kisses made her squirm in her bonds and her wings strain against the tight wraps. She desperately needed to spread them, but the devilishly comfortable wraps simply wouldn’t let her.

It didn’t take long, only a minute or two before Cup winked at her. “You’re delicious, Twilight. Now… why don’t you find out how I taste?”

Twilight couldn’t respond as Pinkie slid a stand similar to Twilight’s out to Cup. The stand had a comfortably cushioned back and wheels that retracted when weight was put on it. Cup climbed on and flipped on her back, letting her tail fall to the floor. While Cup was getting positioned, Twilight's attention was captured by Carrot.

He used his mouth to grab her panties just under her tail, and his fuzzy chin almost tickled as it lightly went down the length of her spread cheeks. Her eyes were open wide as the crowd cheered, and her thin, wetly soaked panties began to tear as Carrot worked them around her flanks. With fanfare, her cutie mark was exposed to the crowd and her very soaked hole was exposed to Carrot’s breath.

Twilight squeaked, “Eh!” as Carrot paused lowering her panties to stare. He didn’t say anything, but she felt the warmth of his breath on her lower lips, and could tell he was breathing heavier. He could see everything, and he let go of the panties to press his snout into her. She felt him sniff, taking a deep breath, then heard him mutter, “Hot damn…”

Agonizingly slowly, he slipped down and grabbed her panties again, stretching the absolutely soaked things around her fetlocks and just above her leg cuffs. The material ripped, snapping into two bits and the crowd cheered again.

Twilight’s eyes focused on Cup’s soft belly as she tried to ignore the aching, burning tingle that was shooting from her core. She couldn’t do anything about it. She couldn’t push her hind end into Carrot, or twist away from his gentle advances. He could see the most vulnerable part of her, and he was going to use it for its purpose. She shuddered, realizing that there was no turning back. She was completely at his mercy.

Twilight’s eyes drifted down Cup’s round belly, and she saw everything the plump mare had to offer. As she looked at the puffy lips once hidden by Cup’s tail, her amulet felt heavier and heavier, the weight forcing her head down. The crowd cheered as her snout pressed into Cup’s folds, and the contact activated some magic in her bridle.

Twilight’s lips parted, and she tasted the most intimate part of another pony for the first time. Cup was sweet alright, and her folds were smooth. Twilight’s mouth and tongue seemed to move of their own free will, but nonetheless she experienced it. Every lick brought a “coo” from Cup, and soon Twilight found herself suckling on Cup’s delicate winking nub.

That would have been more than enough for Twilight, a pleasant and intimate sensation of giving love to a pony that loved her, but it wasn’t the only thing happening. Carrot was climbing on her back, and her red panties hung wetly around her fetlocks, a broken reminder of what he was about to do to her.

Something long and hard slid between Twilight’s legs and under her belly, prodding between her teats and the cushion that held her. Carrot rested his weight halfway up her back, and put his mouth just behind her ears where he whispered to her.

“You are the hottest thing I’ve ever fucked, and Cup will second that when she can string together enough words to tell you. We’ve wanted to pin you between us for years, and now?” He breathed deep in her ear, nibbling it and breathing hotly.

Twilight squirmed, her body screaming about being under a stallion. It wanted him to start, it wanted her to run, it wanted her to submit, it wanted her to fight. She needed to do something, but she couldn’t do anything. Anything at all except follow the demanding magic that forced her to keep eating out Cup’s soaked pussy.

Cup moaned unintelligibly and thrust into Twilight’s mouth as Carrot bit the back of her neck. He grunted through his grit teeth as his cock pulled slightly back, and lifted up to find it’s target. “I’m gonna make a cream pie outta you…”

Twilight blinked back hot tears as Carrot’s hard, hot organ poked her wet labia. The flared head pushed against her lips as he groaned. The bite at the base of her neck felt so primal, so feral that she wanted to scream. She wanted to beg him to breed her, to fill her. She needed his cock, and it was so close.

The magic in her tail wrap pulsed, and she felt an itch that ran through her body. All rational thought left as her ears flipped wildly back and forth and her tail twitched hungrily to the side, the only two forms of free movement she had left. Her wings burned as they fought the straps, and her legs shivered as she struggled to move them, to spread them and welcome Carrot inside.

In a spark of realization, her world changed. Carrot slid inside, and Twilight knew the sensation of being filled. An agonizing itch was scratched, and a deep magic boiled up from the amulet to reward her. This was right. This was how it should be. Cup moaned, and put her hoof on Twilight’s head, grabbing the base of the fixed on bunny ears.

Carrot pushed forward, sliding up her back as he slid into her body, and the crowd shouted once more. He groaned in affirmation as he filled her, sliding deep. “Yessss…”

Twilight didn’t know what the yes meant. She didn’t understand what was happening, not entirely, but she empathized with him. In the back of her mind there was a little voice screaming in victory.

It screamed, “Yes!”

She’d done it. She’d done it with Carrot and with Cup, and she’d done it in front of everypony. Her itch screamed to be scratched once more, and Carrot met the demand. This time, he pulled slightly back and pressed gently forward, skewering her on his dick.

The crowd was going wild, and so was Twilight. Something had clicked, and she realized that the magic in her collar only made her lick Cup’s pussy if she wasn’t actually trying to. It was a stopgap measure, something to encourage her and make sure she knew what to do. She’d never eaten pussy before, so the magic had shown her. Now that she was trying to, it was letting her.

It wasn’t forcing her, it was training her.

She squeezed experimentally with her flank, trying to provide a little pressure for Carrot’s dick as he pumped into her again. The sheer pleasure would have paralyzed her if she wasn’t already bound, but the racing heart and beating blood reminded her of something that she had experienced.

The Cakes slammed into, rocking her gracefully between them like a practiced sports team passing the ball as Twilight had another revelation. She didn’t just like this, she loved this. The sensation of being helpless, of giving and receiving such a natural feeling, of pure unadulterated debauchery and being completely at another being’s mercy; that was what she loved.

The voice in Twilight’s head screamed in victory, and something happened to her. Her mouth froze, her legs quivered and her tail hitched as high as it could. Deep in her belly, a tingle broke free and squeezed Carrot’s dick as tight as it could. She glanced up at Cup and saw a sweaty, smiling face that was gently stroking her cheek.

Twilight’s pussy quivered, and her body shook, and she moaned with a joyous smile. Carrot groaned into her neck. “Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck…. FUCK!”

With one final press, he pushed deep inside of her and Twilight felt his balls rest against the base of her pussy. He was as deep as he could be, and she had just came.

As she relaxed from her orgasm (was that what it was?), he kept cursing, trying to hold himself back. She snorted, feeling more free as she smiled lazily at Cup. The raw sensation, the fiery emotions and feelings almost made her feel like she was in heat, but in a good way. She’d always hated heat season, but this was something else. This was dangerous.

Her mind stuttered, and her face was forced by the amulet down into Cups glistening mound. As her face was forced by some unknown magic to bury itself in Cup, her body had been readied to welcome Carrot’s gift. His mouth pinched her tight even as he kept cursing, no longer thrusting and only pressing as deeply as he could.

Twilight’s aching body shivered with need, and the purpose of the last bit of spellwork on her tail wrap hazed into view, as if from a dream. The magic didn’t just make her feel like she was in heat; she actually was. Facts lined up in her brain in a neat checklist as they were wont to do.

There were no condoms.

The magic kept her in heat.

The magic held her down.

The livestock tag clipped to her ear said “Breeder.”

Carrot was about to cum deep inside her.

Twilight heard him shout one last curse, and she suddenly knew what it felt like for her body to belong to another. He pressed deep as his cock quivered and flared. She blinked back a panicked tear, unsure of if it was from fear or ecstasy, knowing that she could do nothing to stop this. What was happening was inevitable.

He grunted, pulling slightly back and then thrusting again as something warm filled her. A dancing, tickling sense of satisfaction spread from deep in her belly, below her stomach but above her gut. She blinked back another panicked tear, even as Cup quivered under Twilight’s tongue. Something had changed in that moment, and now it was different again.

Another warm squirt filled her, and Twilight felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. Carrot sighed, relaxing into her back as his flared dick slowly pumped her full. The panic was over. The deed had been done, and her body had accepted it. Shivering, Twilight gave Carrot a squeeze, trying to milk more out of his quickly softening dick. Cup grabbed Twilight’s head, and shoved it into her pussy as a warm, wet gush covered her snout. Cup moaned loudly, and Twilight sunk into her.

As Twilight practically drank Cup’s cum, Carrot gently licked her ear and whispered to her. “You’re a good little mare, aren’t you? And now you’re my little mare… All stuffed up with cake batter, right where it matters.”

She wanted to say yes, she was a good little mare, but all Twilight could do was flick her ear in Carrot’s mouth. Cup moaned again, and Twilight gave her one long lick down the length of her now droopy and puffy pussy. It hadn’t looked like that when Twilight had started.

Carrot lightly chuckled. “Good little mare or not, we both know timing is everything in baking, don’t we? And my batter was timed…” He gave her ear a long, possessive lick, even getting inside just a little, “… just right. I know exactly how to put a bun in an oven. When to hold back, and when to mix it in. And Twilight, my newest little biscuit, you’ve been mixed.”

Twilight’s head lifted of it’s own accord as Cup rolled carefully off the platform, her dripping pussy leaking the whole time as she shakily got to her feet. Twilight’s eyes watched, unable to see Carrot. The crowd couldn’t hear what he’d said, but they saw the effect. Everypony knew what it meant when the heavy thrusting stopped and Carrot possessively licked her.

They cheered, and Twilight shivered. She smiled as her eyes danced across them. Over tonight and tomorrow, every single one of them would be up here. The clapping ones, the nervous ones, the shouting ones, the quiet ones. All of them.

Carrot slid off her back, letting his dick fall out of her pussy, and thick white cum dribbled down her legs and over the now slightly ripped red stockings. She swallowed, and then Cup leaned forward to kiss her. Cup’s voice was quiet, but roared over the crowd.

“Don’t worry, little biscuit. Pinkie is a great babysitter. She’ll take care of them when you visit to play with us.”

Twilight shivered as she stared into Cups’s pink eyes of promise.

Pinkies voice shouted on the microphone, “And that’s it for the Cakes! What a show! Good job, you two! Way to get her warmed up! Now lets give her a bottle of water and make room for the next couple, the Riches! I’m gonna call Hondo Flakes and Cooke Crumbles up to the stage to prep for their turn! Wow! One down, only one hundred and forty nine to go!”

Twilight watched Carrot walk off the stage, staring at his swaying dick as it oozed their filth. She didn’t know what to feel as she watched it, but a tingle under tail told her what she was going to feel. Her eyes drifted to the couple approaching her, and noticed that Filthy was already erect while Spoiled was wearing some kind of plastic penis.

Filthy walked to the front and grabbed her by her ears while Spoiled unceremoniously climbed on her back. This time, Spoiled wasted no time lining her fake phallus up with Twilight’s puckered asshole.

Spoiled chuckled as she bit down on Twilight’s neck. “I fuck hard, but I used plenty of lube. This is going to be fun, isn’t it?”

Twilight glanced from Filthy’s erect cock to the chalkboard, noticing that there was a mark on it. Pinkie had put that on the board sometime with the Cakes. Would the Riches get a mark?

Filthy grinned. “Open up, your highness.”

Twilight did, and Ponyville cheered.

Author's Note

Here's some actual porn. I've got at least one more of these before the story is done, but quite a few ideas and 150 or so opportunities to fill. Please let me know if you like the dirty bits, and if so what you liked. This has been lightly error checked, and I've re-read it once, but if you see anything wrong then please let me know about that!

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