Two's Company...

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Profanity, Diamond Tiara, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Sweetie Belle, Romance, Silver Spoon, Anon, Porn, Fetish
Length: 10255

It's a very special day for Anon - more special than he would ever dare to guess....

Anon and Sweetie Belle are about as different as two creatures can get; one is a human, the other is a mare, there's a bit of an age gap, and they're literally from different worlds - nevertheless, they love and cherish one another dearly. There isn't much they wouldn't do for one another - fortunately or unfortunately, that includes surprises...

Kinks Include: Interspecies, Male on Female, Female on Male, Oral, Vaginal, Anal, Threesome, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Size Difference, Masturbation, Multiple Creampies, Rough Sex, Gentle Sex, and One Hell of a Birthday Gift

Artwork by CBTwilight (Twitter @ColdBloodedTwi)

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Published 2022-08-10 20:20:04 UTC
Last updated 2022-08-10 20:20:04 UTC

Three's a Crowd...

Anon’s eyes fluttered open, he languidly stretched his arms over his head, and he stifled a yawn, as he was roused from his slumber. The night had been a pleasant one, his warm bed and soft blankets having seen him off to sleep, but most of his evenings were just as refreshing - especially as of late. Feeling a hot, slick sensation against his manhood, he lifted the sheets and peeked down his chest.

“Morning,” he hummed.

Her glimmering, harlequin eyes peered up at him, as she drew her tongue up his length, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She didn’t always wake him up with a morning blowjob, so he had no intentions of stopping her. As he reached down and worked his fingers through her mane, softly clutching her head to spur her onward, he contentedly sighed.

This - this was definitely one of the better benefits to having a loving marefriend. He adored every part of being with her, from simply joining her for an outing or reading on the couch beside her, but he’d be lying if he said their sinful moments weren’t some of the best. It was almost funny to think that he’d been hesitant to date her, and downright hilarious how reluctant he’d been to act on his amorous urges, but that felt like a lifetime ago.

In spite of being relatively young, having just blossomed into marehood, Sweetie Belle had a sex drive that would make most whores blush - sure it had taken some time and patience for them to explore one another, learning how to best sate their passion, although they’d both come to know one another inside and out. Slipping his free hand behind his head to make himself comfortable, having thrown the blanket off to enjoy the view, he watched her sucking him off.

Her oral skills had become nothing less than phenomenal, using her lips, tongue, and gullet like a savant, but being able to see her blowing him was just as compelling. The way she lightly torqued her head from side to side, softly moaning while she lavished the sensitive underside of his shaft, was beyond reproach. It was almost a shame that video cameras were a rarity in Equestria, because he would have gleefully recorded their trysts.

Shifting on his thighs, inching back, she steadily plunged his manhood deeper and deeper into her snout. She still had trouble taking all of him, but she’d been ruthlessly training her gag reflex for the last few weeks - not that he was complaining. Seeing her clamp her eyes shut, feeling himself hit the back of her throat, he softly patted her cheek.

“Need some help?” he softly asked, earning himself an indignant stare.

“No!” she replied, withdrawing and glaring up at him. Her ire faded almost instantly, as she averted her gaze and blushed. “M…maybe…”

Leaning in and slipping his hands under her forelegs, he effortlessly lifted her and rolled to his side. “Get comfy and tell me if it’s getting too intense.”

She nodded and wriggled from his grasp, hopping down to the mattress beneath him. As badly as she would have liked to deep-throat him straight away, their positioning had been less than ideal. For starters, since he was on his back, she would have had to stand and bob her head at an awkward angle - secondly, though she was hesitant to admit it, she loved when he got rough with her.

Easing herself down and rolling to her side, her nose practically touching his cock, she drew a deep breath and shuddered. Rivaling the size of even the largest stallions, with a tool that was practically made to please a mare, Anon was a gift from the heavens. He was smart, witty, and surprisingly romantic, everything she’d hoped to find in a coltfriend, and she silently thanked Celestia each and every day for having him in her life. While she couldn’t care less that he was a human, nor that he was a fair bit older than himself, she did wish he wouldn’t be so gentle all the time.

“Ahem -” she cleared her throat, stopping him just as he grabbed the base of her skull, “no - uh - what did you call them again?”

“Kid gloves?” he postulated, quirking a brow.

“Yeah, no kid gloves!” she insisted, his masculine aroma causing her heart to race.

He chuckled and shook his head. “You do realize what today is ~ right?”

“I know!” she bleated, swiftly closing her eyes to rein herself in. “That’s why I want you to be rough. Don’t hold back ~ ok?”

His smile never faded, as he nodded. “Just please stop me if I get too rough.”

She grinned from ear to ear, turned her attention to his groin, and popped the tip of her length into her snout. The only way she’d get any better at accommodating all of him was if he took an active role - at least for now. Things could and likely would change as she continued to grow larger, but that would take years - years she wasn’t going to waste giving him anything but her very best.

As she drew a deep breath and filled her lungs, she glanced up at him. Slowly, almost lovingly, he pressed his hips forward while pulling her to his groin, gradually filling her muzzle and driving his shaft into her gullet. The sensation was intense, feeling her neck bulge from the sizable intrusion, yet the thrill of it eclipsed what little discomfort there was. Without so much as thinking about it, her forehoof drifted down her belly and to her winking, sopping wet marehood.

Anon only stopped when nearly the entirety of his length was entombed in her face, noticing just how excited she was. If she’d asked, he would have been happy to engage in a sixty-nine or possibly finger her while getting a blowjob - nevertheless, he wasn’t about to interrupt the exchange a second time. Rolling his hips back and freeing most of his shaft, allowing her to get a sip of air, he secured his grip and gave a second thrust.

Hot and snug, her throat was as incredible as ever. He’d thought it had been his imagination at first, considering he’d been suffering through a very protracted dry-spell before they’d first gotten intimate, but he’d learned that ponies have a body temperature several degrees hotter than humans - not only that but their pelvic control was the stuff wet dreams were made of. Keeping his eyes on her alabaster face, hearing her fight back a gag, he subconsciously increased the pace of his bucking hips.

The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, yet his carnal wants were nearly impossible to deny. She’d asked that he not hold back, that he use her throat like a sex toy, so he had no real need to worry - that and it was hardly the first time she’d made such a brazen request. Submitting to his lust, he gave a particularly forceful plunge and hilted himself in her snout.

She trembled around him, her gullet spasming against the intrusion, but he didn’t stop. In and out, his manhood pistoned into her face while she shamelessly pawed at her snatch. The fact that she was actually getting off to such treatment was the icing on the cake, crushing his reluctance and fueling the fires of his passion like few things could. If she wanted a thick, gooey breakfast in bed - by Celestia, that’s exactly what she was going to get.

Sweetie’s lungs steadily began to burn, her heart thundered in her bosom, and juices dribbled down her inner thigh and to the sheets below, while her thoughts ran wild. Unlike a stallionhood, with its pesky medial ring and almost boorishly blunt tip, his endowment was simply perfect; his length and girth were admirable, easily comparable to any studs, but his rounded glans - stars above, she swore the spear-like head of his cock could penetrate any orifice with ease. Letting him do the lion’s share of the work, she was able to fixate on rubbing her needy sex.

Yet another impressive facet of his was his endurance. Though she’d never bedded a stallion before, it was common knowledge that most ponies could only last a minute or so in bed, humping away until they blew their load, but Anon was a different beast entirely. It wasn’t uncommon for the man to go for ages, plowing her for what felt like a small eternity, and she always - always climaxed at least once while they were fooling around.

Lost to her fantasies, gasping for air when he would allow, she couldn’t say how much time had passed until she noticed the telltale signs of his release. The subtle twitch in his hips, his hitched breaths, and the way his shaft throbbed in her maw told her he was teetering on the brink. Simply knowing she’d brought such a strong, wondrous creature to the edge was enough to push her to the very limit, leaving her on the precipice of release herself.

Setting his jaw in a desperate attempt to restrain himself, as he fucked her face with reckless abandon, Anon realized it was a fool’s errand. Ordinarily speaking, he would have asked her if she wanted a facial or not, but her eagerness and insistence made the choice an easy one. Holding himself back to the very last second, he sheathed his length, held her head firmly, and grunted through gritted teeth.

Her choked gagging was a symphony, far hotter than it had any right to be, yet she definitely wasn’t in distress. The sweltering baptism of her nectar against his legs, gushing over the sheets as she came moments after him, brought a gratified smile to his face. Though he hadn’t so much as touched her nethers, she’d climaxed right alongside him - sadly, he knew he couldn’t keep himself hilted for long.

He simultaneously pulled her off and rolled his hips back, coating her deliciously flat chest and snout with the final shot of his jizz, and stroked her mane. “Good for you?”

Coughing and giving a small burp, wiping the tears and cum from her muzzle, she dismissively waved a hoof. “Y…yeah,” she rasped, peeking up at him. “You?”

“Mmmhmm,” he responded, lifting her and bringing her to his face. “How about we take a shower and -”

“Nope!” she chirped, cutting him off. “How about you go take a shower while I go make your breakfast.”

“Sweetie,” he sighed, his expression softening, “you don’t have to do that…”

She knit her brow and locked eyes with him, petulantly crossing her forelegs over her chest. “I don’t have to, but I want to. It’s your special day ~ remember?”

Opening his mouth to reply, he shut his trap and thought better of it. While she was very mature for her age, she still retained a number of her childlike mannerisms - namely that changing her mind on nearly anything was all but impossible. Pushing himself up and turning, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, placed his feet on the floor, and sat her down beside himself. It was rare, but he’d learned to pick his battles with her.

“Fine,” he amusedly stated, throwing his hands up in defeat, “but you owe me a bath tonight.”

“Deal, but only after your little surprise,” she countered, hopping from the mattress and making for the exit of their room.

He remained motionless, his eyes never leaving her soft, white behind, and cocked his head. “What kind of surprise?”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, Silly!” she laughed, trotting into the hallway and out of sight. “Anyways, come to the kitchen once you’re done. I already made the waffle batter, so it shouldn’t take me too long.”

Not waiting for his response, she rushed through the house and into the kitchen. So far, her little plan for his birthday had gone off perfectly. She’d woken him up with a blowjob, all the prep-work for the waffles was already finished, and she’d earned a belly-full of his thick, virile foal-batter, but her work was far from finished. As she jumped up and onto the stepping stool beside the counter, igniting her horn and levitating the bowl of waffle batter to the waiting, heated iron, she couldn’t help but wonder if the rest of her scheme would go off without a hitch.

It wasn’t long before he joined her, and their meal was finished shortly thereafter. Truth be told, she wasn’t too terribly hungry, since he’d given her a rather hefty appetizer, but she forced herself to nibble at her breakfast while keeping him company. Waiting until he’d taken his second bite, she softly coughed to catch his attention.

“So - um - is it good?” she asked, genuinely curious with how she’d done.

“Is it good?” he parroted, chuckling to himself. “Sweetie, these are amazing! How long have you been making waffles behind my back?”

A blush crept into her cheeks, and she couldn’t stop herself from tittering like a school filly. “Stop! It’s my first time!”

“Well you absolutely nailed these. Seriously, if you hadn’t said so, I would’ve guessed you’d been getting tips from Mrs. Cake!”

He gave himself a moment to appreciate the meal, peering down at the blueberry waffles doused in maple syrup. A part of him nearly felt guilty for enjoying the breakfast so much, given that she’d made it after getting her face plowed, but he tried not to let it bother him. Birthday or not, there was nothing stopping him from repaying her kindness - in fact…

“Hey,” he began, reaching for his cup of coffee, “you need anything from town? I have to bring a book back to the library today, so I’ll probably leave before the temperature outside gets too hot.”

It took everything she had not to grin like an idiot, but she was able to manage. “Funny you should mention that. Would you mind swinging by the store to pick up some butter so I can make the frosting? I hate to ask, but I’m going to be busy making your cake.”

“Please,” he lightheartedly groaned, waving away her concern, “don’t sweat it. I’ll go as soon as we finish eating and I’ve washed the dishes.”

“Thanks,” she casually murmured. “Trust me, the cake will definitely be worth it.”

She held her tongue and finished her single waffle, keeping her hooves crossed that nothing would go awry. Just as she’d predicted, once they’d finished eating, he helped her clean up, gave her a small kiss, and departed. She’d had every intention of asking him to go out, so having him offer to pick up something for her was pure serendipity. Standing in the doorway and waving goodbye, watching him stroll down the street, she issued a silent prayer that the next part of her plan went off without a hitch.

Anon’s first stop was the library of the School of Friendship, which was conveniently only a short walk from his humble little home, but going to Filthy’s store would require a little more leg work. Given the clear day and unseasonably cool weather, he wasn’t bothered in the slightest by the small jaunt into town. Oddly enough, he’d never really asked for special treatment or celebration on his birthday.

It was nice to get gifts and well-wishes, sure, but he honestly enjoyed being the one doing something special for someone or somepony else. Though he would’ve been happy just lounging around with Sweetie for the remainder of the morning and maybe getting a pizza that afternoon, the thought of getting a cake did put a spring in his step. Lifting his gaze from the dusty street, seeing the shop ahead, he walked just the slightest bit faster.

The sooner he got the butter, the sooner he’d be home - the sooner he got home, the quicker he’d be able to spoon with his pint-sized marefriend. As he saw himself into the general store, making a beeline toward the back and the dairy products, an all too familiar giggle caused him to falter. He shouldn’t have been surprised that they’d be there, what with it being a Saturday, but hearing the pair cast a cloud over his otherwise stellar mood.

“Hey there, Anon,” Diamond Tiara called from behind him, bringing him to a halt.

“Where’s your marefriend,” Silverspoon added, tittering to herself.

For a fleeting moment, he considered ignoring them, but he knew better. They were going to hound him until he’d made his purchase and left, regardless of whether or not he spoke to them. With a heavy sigh, telling himself that they might eventually warm up to him, he turned and squatted down to their level.

“Morning, Diamond,” he greeted, nodding to each of the two earth ponies. “Morning, Silver.”

Thick as thieves, the duo glanced to one another, smirked, then turned their attention back at him. According to Sweetie, they’d always been close, so close that each could tell what the other was thinking, and they often worked in concert. Parting ways, with Diamond moving to his left and Silver moving to his right, they looked behind him.

“Huh ~,” Silver grunted, peering over at her companion, “I don’t see Sweetie anywhere!”

Gazing up at the man’s face, with a swagger in her shoulders, Diamond smiled. “Finally decided to get yourself a real marefriend?”

“Or two,” Silver snickered, circling him and moving beside her friend. “From what Sweetie’s told us, he’d be more than enough to handle both of us.”

With his finger lifted, seconds from giving a scathing rebuttal, Anon felt a cold lump form in the pit of his stomach. “W…what?”

The pair gasped in mocking surprise, each holding a hoof to their chests, before Diamond shook her head. “You didn’t know? Sweetie’s told everypony in the school about how incredible you are!”

“It’s true,” Silver hummed, drawing a hoof up his thigh. “She talks about how strong and sweet you are…”

“And how big your…” Diamond trailed off, her eyes wandering down his chest and to his crotch. “Well, let’s just say she’s set a very high-bar for your performance…”

His jaw flapped uselessly, a cold bead of sweat rolled down his temple, and he found himself at a genuine loss. He’d figured that Sweetie had spoken of him in some regard, but he would never have guessed she’d go into salacious detail about what they did in private. As he struggled to think of something - anything to say, they languidly spun around and flicked their tails in unison.

Peeking back at him, Diamond lowered her chest to the polished floor. “You know, I bet he could handle both of us at the same time…”

Silver followed suit, unabashedly flagging her tail and showing off her plump, markedly damp marehood. “I know he could - in fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he could show us and Sweetie a good time…”

The mention of a threesome or small orgy struck him like a gong, activating the lecherous portions of his brain and sending blood surging to his loins. He was faithful to a fault and more than happy with Sweetie, yet he’d always been curious about what it would be like to wrangle a small harem - a fantasy most guys only ever dreamt of. While he struggled to beat back his rebelliously raunchy lizard brain, the pair pressed their assault.

“And I heard that it’s somepony’s birthday,” Silver purred, reaching back and pulling at one supple cheek.

Resting fully on her shoulders, Diamond mirrored her friend - spreading her buns apart with both forehooves. “How about our birthday man treats himself to some real cake…”

The sight of them pressing their asses together, their drooling depths winking and calling to him, proved too much to handle. It was bad enough that he was already getting a boner - a boner that would be nearly impossible to hide, so he didn’t need to make the situation exponentially worse by gawking at them. Forcing himself to stand and avert his gaze, no matter how titillating their unwarranted teasing was, he marched down the aisle and left them in his wake.

“Awwwwwww,” Diamond called. “He’s running away! You don’t think he’s too scared ~ do you?”

He didn’t hear Silver reply, if she said anything whatsoever, as he rounded a corner and practically jogged to get the butter. As far as he was concerned, he’d gone from wanting to get home to needing to get home. Be darned if he was going to give either of them any ammunition to bully Sweetie with, possibly exaggerating his reaction or fabricating details outright, so he snatched up his purchase, took the long way around the shop to avoid the lustful fillies, checked out, and departed.

Glancing over his shoulder as he left, ensuring he wasn’t going to be followed, he didn’t relax until the store was out of sight. While he was a bit relieved that Diamond and Silver hadn’t pursued him, he was no less confused as to what in the world they’d been thinking. Up until that morning, they’d only given him a hard time, often remarking on his relationship with Sweetie or how he was an alien, so their decidedly amorous advances had caught him completely off guard. Shaking his head, trying and failing to shake the image of their taut marehoods and succulent rears from his mind, he hurried back to his house and the only mare he cared about.

“Alright,” he huffed, letting himself inside and closing the door behind himself, “I got your…”

The words died in his throat, as he lifted his gaze and looked into his living room. Resting on the couch, roughly facing the entryway, Sweetie furiously masturbated with her eyes closed. A pale green aura surrounded her teats, delicately twisting and pulling at her nipples, while her forehoof stroked her clit. Awestruck and at a loss for words, he stared at the depraved scene.

“H…hey,” she sputtered, cracking an eye to glance over at him, “you w…wanna help me out with this?”

“I thought you were making a cake?” he croaked, unable to look away from her nethers.

Though she didn’t stop rubbing herself, she gave a small shrug. “The - Mmmmph - cake’s in the oven.”

After running into Diamond and Silver mere minutes ago, still confused and more than a little aroused at the pair’s bizarre actions, walking in on his marefriend rubbing one out did nothing to calm his growing erection. As he awkwardly set his keys and butter down, he noticed a bottle of lube resting next to the door. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, Sweetie had hoped he’d find her in the compromising position.

As if to hammer the point home, she loudly moaned. “I know I’m already making dessert, but - Aaaahn - how about you come and make a nice, hot creampie.”

Anon shuddered, feeling his manhood doing its best to tear through his pants. He had planned on fooling around with her that afternoon, possibly after a meal and giving themselves some time to relax, yet his little lover clearly wasn’t willing to wait that long. Reaching over and snatching the lube in one hand, while he unzipped his fly with the other, he sauntered toward her.

“I think I can help with that,” his eyes never leaving her slickened, winking backdoor.

Sinking to his knees before her, he gently brushed her foreleg away and dove face first into her marehood. The piquant, slightly sweet flavor of her arousal washed over his palate, as sank his tongue into her velvety depths. While he was still full from the breakfast of waffles and coffee, he wasn’t opposed to having an impromptu brunch.

Staring down at him, continuing to tweak the sensitive buds of her teats, Sweetie gnawed her lip. The sensation of him ravishing her was as wondrous as ever, yet watching him feast upon her sex elevated the experience several times over. Lowering her hind legs to either side of his head, resting her fetlocks on his shoulders, she bucked into his mouth and smeared his face with her juices.

She couldn’t have been happier with the development, even if he’d walked in less than a minute after she’d set the stage. The cake was being baked, he’d given her just enough time to make a few preparations, and now she was going to get a special filling from her birthday man. As his thick, warm tongue caressed her g-spot, sending a bolt of pleasure coursing through her, her eyes rolled back.

As much fun as she would have had letting him eat her out, this wasn’t about her - this was about him. It was his special day, he deserved all the attention, and she was going to do everything in her power to ensure he was fully satisfied. Fighting through the blissful fog that threatened to overtake her, she clamped her thighs against his cheeks, leaned forward, and patted his crown.

“A…Anon,” she stammered, shuffling back and creating some room between them, “I want you to feel good too.”

Seeing her reach down and cover her sex, leaving her pronounced, inviting backdoor free, he slowly stood and began fiddling with his belt. Fuck it - if she wanted to get stuffed before lunch, he’d gleefully oblige her. Swiftly slipping out of his pants and underwear, kicking his shoes to the side, he slathered his cock in lube and placed his hands on the backrest of the couch.

Though could have teased her a bit, made her beg or given a bit of dirty talk, he was too wound up to dally. Blowing a load from oral was great - fantastic even, yet it left something to be desired. As he kissed the tip of his length to her ass, feeling the silken ring quiver against him, he drove his hips forward and forced himself into her.

Her stifled whimper, paired with the heat around his gradually sheathing dick, compelled him to hilt her in a single, merciless thrust, but he held himself back - if only just. He couldn’t speak for every guy out there, but one of the things he loved most about sex was knowing his partner was enjoying herself. With his eyes glued to her face, willing himself to take his time and let her adjust, he drew to a halt when his balls rested against her pillowy backside.

She clenched around him, covetously squeezing the base of his shaft, as she gazed up and into his eyes. “You know what I’m gonna ask…”

The corners of his lips turned up, having some vague idea of where her intentions lie. “Let me guess ~ you want it hard?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, enthusiastically nodding. “So how about you - Eeep!”

She’d expected him to playfully give her a hard time before screwing her brains out, but what he did was so, so much better than that. Grabbing her ass in one hand and her back in the other, he straightened up and plucked her from the couch as if she weighed nothing at all - all while his dick was buried in her tush. Faster than she could think, she found herself being held to his groin.

“So how about I…?” he let the question hang, bringing her attention back to his face.

“H…how about you - Nnnnf!” She was cut off, as he pulled her upward and slammed her back down his length.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled. “What was that?”

Her gut screamed at her to keep her mouth shut, that trying to answer him would just result in a harder rutting, which was precisely why locked eyes with him, drew a breath, and grinned. “How about you - Oh buck!”

For the second time that morning, he used her like she was little more than a sex toy. If she hadn’t thoroughly cleaned and pre-lubed herself, having every expectation of getting her rump railed, she may have been in a tricky situation - fortunately for her, that wasn’t the case. As his hands moved under and around her thighs, effectively locking her hind legs to her torso, she was immobilized.

“Like this?” he inquired, thrusting upward to meet her descents. “Did you want it rough?”

“Uh…uh-huh,” she stammered, peering down at the bulge appearing and disappearing in her belly.

She had no doubt about it, there wasn’t another creature in Equestria that could rival her lover’s carnal might. He was big and strong enough to manhandle her with ease, yet tender and caring enough to ensure she loved every rapturous second while the fucked - the perfect blend of traits for a mate to have. Bouncing up and down, wracked with pleasure, she brayed as his fingers played up and down her marehood.

She’d hoped he’d claim her right then and there, having walked in on her playing with herself, and she was not disappointed with his reaction. It may have been his birthday, but she couldn’t help herself for wanting in on the fun - after all, could he really blame her? She’d tempted him plenty of times before, and he’d done so to her on more occasions than she could count, so she considered it fair game.

Grunting with each plunge of his cock, practically feeling her insides being rearranged, she inched closer and closer to release. Compared to masturbating while getting her throat swabbed, getting plowed was unimaginably blissful. Her hooves twitched uncontrollably, her thighs trembled, and her winking snatch leaked onto her stuffed, pounded pucker, while her vision started to tunnel.

“Don’t s…shtop,” she slurred, barely able to speak.

“In that case,” he growled, tightening his grip.

Without any warning whatsoever, he flew into an absolute frenzy. She’d been nearing her limit in record time, but the jarring change of pace undid her in an instant. Howling to the heavens, overcome with ecstasy, she squirted over his hand, the sofa, and the floor beneath him, as the gates of nirvana opened to her.

Her limbs went limp, his heavy breaths sounded muffled, and her vision tunneled, yet she was able to remain conscious. Though she had no way of knowing just how long he ended up standing there screwing her, teetering on the brink of blacking out, things eventually came to a head. His frantic pace and how his shaft pulsed in tune with his wildly beating heart brought her back to the present.

“I…inside!” she demanded, pining to feel his scalding essence filling her.

With one final, unstoppable plunge, burying every inch of his manhood, he came. The sensation of his seed flooding into her, as he grunted and groaned above, was just what she’d wished for - sending her rapture to unfathomable heights, but the moment was over before it began. Hearing a conceited, demeaning laughter nearby, she glanced over and realized they had guests…

Four's a Party

Riding out his ecstasy, it took Anon a moment to realize something was amiss. Peeking down at Sweetie, seeing her looking over to the entryway, he turned his head, followed her gaze, and went rigid. Just inside his home, keenly watching the impassioned exchange and giggling to themselves, stood none other than Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

His mouth went dry, the blood in his veins ran to ice, and he feared his heart may explode, realizing he’d forgotten to lock the door - even still, that didn’t explain why the duo thought it was even remotely ok to see themselves inside without knocking. It was one of the rarer moments in his life when he could genuinely say he was in shock, unable to think or move a muscle, but that didn’t seem to bother his guests in the slightest. Tracking the little earth ponies with his eyes, seeing them move nearer, he gulped.

“She wasn’t kidding,” Diamond remarked, “he was going at her like an animal.”

Wiping a bead of saliva from her jaw, Silver nodded. “Tell me about it.”

Literally and figuratively caught with his pants down, he found himself at a loss. He would have hoped they’d excuse themselves after barging into his house and stumbling upon the intimate scene, yet that was far from the case. Instead of leaving, the duo seemed intent on continuing their bullying from earlier.

“L…listen,” he uneasily began, drawing their eyes up to his face, “I can explain.”

“What’s there to explain?” Diamond guffawed. “You’re buck naked and balls-deep in Sweetie Belle’s ass; if that doesn’t paint a very clear picture on what you two are doing, nothing would.”

“Did you see how hard she came?” Silver added. “She was like a geyser - Whoosh - all over the couch!”

Without looking away from his stunned countenance, Diamond smirked. “I’d hate to see your upholstery bills.”

“Jealous?” Sweetie smugly asked, earning scowls from her visitors.

Diamond was quick to retort, petulantly stomping her hoof and scrunching her snout. “N…no! Why would I be jealous?”

“Because he feels so good,” the diminutive unicorn theatrically groaned, gyrating and flexing her hips. “He’s just so big too. I bet you fillies would be cumming in no time flat if he stuck his big, throbbing manhood into you.”

“H…how big is it?” Silver bashfully inquired, her cheeks darkening. “I c…couldn’t really see it from the door.”

Reaching up and patting his wrist, causing him to look down at her with a start, Sweetie grinned. “You should show them - ya know, since they are curious.”

Her not-so-little request hit Anon like a sack of bricks. “W…what?!”

“They’re our guests,” she explained, waving at the duo, “and it would be rude not to entertain them - besides, I obviously need to clean up this mess and check on the cake.”

He paused and considered her words. On one hand, shooing their visitors away, especially if he lost his temper, would probably make his life exponentially more complicated - on the other, he really, really wasn’t sure if showing himself off was a good idea. Blissfully unaware or uncaring of his concerns, the tiny mares inched closer and drew their forehooves up his calves.

“We promise we won’t tell anypony ~” Diamond purred, “will we?”

Silver nodded again, yet her eyes didn’t stray from his package. “N…nope! I won’t make a peep about it!”

“And it’s not like you can kick them out without showing half the neighborhood what we’re doing,” Sweetie continued. “The way I see it, you have two options: you can either pull out, let me tidy up, and let them see that massive man-meat of yours, or you make the situation more awkward than it already is.”

As much as he hated himself to admit it, she’d made a strong argument. There was no way in hell he’d be able to usher his guests out without anyone outside getting a view of Sweetie impaled on him - moreover, considering his hands were full, it wasn’t like he could force either of the fillies to do anything. With a heavy sigh, his shoulders wilting in defeat, he trudged toward the dampened sofa.

“Fine,” he mumbled, turning and seating himself, “just please, please don’t make a big deal out of this. You gotta promise not to tell anyone about this ~ alright?”

Glancing at one another, their smiles growing broader by the second, Diamond and Silver nodded in unison. Though their promise eased his concerns marginally, he was still less than happy that they were there - not to mention how they were creeping nearer for a better look at his goods. Resigning himself to his fate, praying he wasn’t about to make a terrible mistake, he gradually unsheathed Sweetie from his semi-rigid length.

“Oh my gosh!” Diamond gasped, her eyes widening as inch after inch of his cock came into view.

Silver said nothing, biting her lip as her tail almost instantaneously flagged. He wouldn’t be surprised that they were both getting a little hot and bothered at the sight, since there was a very real chance that neither had seen an endowment like his before, which left him conflicted. While he was a bit proud of his package, it wasn’t like he was an exhibitionist ~ was he?

Hopping over and out of his grasp, landing next to his thigh, Sweetie wheeled around to face his slickened manhood. “I told you he was huge!”

To hammer her point home, she extended her neck and ran her tongue up his shaft. While it was true that she’d described his equipment in exacting detail to the pair, having gone so far as to give them exact measurements, she fully realized that seeing his cock was much, much more impressive than just hearing about it. As she stepped forward and onto his upper leg, kissing the head of his dick, her compulsions got the better of her.

It wasn’t that she minded cleaning him off after they had fun - heck, she actually looked forward to sucking the cum off his fat tool, but doing so in front of an audience was strangely thrilling. Lowering her head and nursing on the tip of his length, savoring the rich flavors of his cum and her ass, she contentedly hummed to herself. Regardless of whether or not somepony was watching, the way she saw it, she was just doing her duty as his marefriend.

Mopping the upper half of his cock with her lips and tongue, she glanced over at their guests. “If you fillies ask really sweetly, maybe he’ll let you to lick him clean.”

“Really?!” Silver blurted, instantly covering her snout.

While Diamond was slightly more reserved, the way she ground her thighs together spoke volumes. “W…well it is his birthday, so I guess we could.”

“Anon,” Sweetie cooed, “how about you show these two to our room. I’ll join you shortly.”

Utterly flabbergasted, Anon watched his lover hop from the couch and trot to the kitchen. The whole setup felt like a dream, the sort of thing a horny teenager would fantasize about, yet it was all too real. Somehow, be it from fate or pure dumb luck, he’d managed to have a golden opportunity presented to him - one which, in spite of being unexpected, he wasn’t about to pass up.

Getting to his feet, he peered down at his diminutive visitors and motioned for them to follow. “If you two really are interested, follow me.”

Though he’d managed to come off as relatively relaxed and composed, the truth was a different matter entirely. A heady cocktail of excitement and doubt warred in his mind, but the former was winning out by a hair. Sweetie had given any amorous hijinks between them her blessing, his cock was rock hard, and his voyeuristic visitors had watched him having sex - bearing all that in mind, he couldn’t find a reason not to see where things went.

Having made the short trek into his chamber, he eased himself onto the foot of his bed and watched the pair of fillies trot in after him. It wasn’t like he’d ever fooled around with more than one person or pony at a time, so entertaining two little mares, neither of which had ever been intimate with a human, would be interesting. As he reclined and patted the mattress to either side of himself, the pair jumped up and onto the bed.

“S…so - um - can we t…touch it?” Silver asked, drifting toward his hip.

He smirked, amused and emboldened by her eagerness. “Go ahead - in fact,” he grunted, reclining onto his back. “If you two are curious, this might be the easiest way for you to get a closer look.”

While he typically wasn’t one to pat himself on the back, he had to give himself credit for the ingenious idea. If he took a passive role and let them explore his body, he couldn’t be accused of doing anything too naughty with them - at least that’s what he told himself. Almost cautiously, flanking his waist, the fillies brought their muzzles to his groin.

Silver practically buried her nose between his balls and pillar-like shaft, drawing a deep breath through her sinuses. “He s…smells so good…”

Before he could reply to the compliment, she spontaneously dragged her tongue over his balls and to the root of his cock. Until that moment, a part of him had wondered if they were being genuine or if their little act was part of some nefarious scheme, but their actions left little room for doubt. With Silver practically flinging herself at him, licking and kissing his package without a care in the world, and Diamond looking very interested in what her friend was doing, he realized it was no charade.

He waited just a moment, before clearing his throat. “Not gonna join your friend?”

“N…no! Why would I want to lick that,” Diamond bleated, pointing at his goods. “If anything, I’d rather…”

She cut herself off and turned away, her entire face having gone beet red, giving an indignant huff in the process. He couldn’t say if it was intentional or not, but the sight of her backside told him everything he needed to know. She was positively drenched, her inner thighs dampened, and her marehood winking spontaneously in his direction. While she may not have been as willing to act on her impulses as Silver, it was painfully clear that she was exquisitely turned on.

“Well you could shut me up - you know, if you wanted to,” he mused, stricken by inspiration.

She peered back at him and narrowed her eyes. “How…?”

It took everything he had to play it cool, but he was somehow able to manage. “It would be awfully hard for me to say anything if - I don’t know, I had a filly sitting on my face.”

Her eyes widened, her nostrils flared, and he swore he saw her legs buckle, yet she quickly recovered and scowled. “Fine. If t…that’s the only way to keep you quiet, I’ll d…do it.”

Without saying another word, he pulled a pillow under his head and got comfortable. It all made sense, he’d figured her out; it wasn’t that Diamond actually disliked him or anything - she just was too haughty to admit it. The fact that she was practically leaking like a faucet, as she steadily moved up his frame and to his head, affirmed his suspicions.

Stepping up and over his head, she carefully turned away and presented her rump. “Don’t g…get the wrong idea,” she sputtered, glowering back at him. “It’s not like I’m gonna enjoy this or anything.”

“Of course you won’t,” he responded, lifting his hands and delicately clutching her waist. “You’re just doing this to - Mmmph?!”

The final words of his reassuring statement were muffled by her marehood, as she rocked back and seated herself squarely on his face. Though the only things he could see were the magenta of her coat, the violet of her tail, and her taut pucker, the aroma of her backside was heavenly. Wrapping his fingers around her plump thighs, he closed his eyes and kissed her entrance.

It was hard for him to say if he’d ever been so turned on before, but the heated, two-pronged attack had to be somewhere near the top of that list. With one filly worshiping his manhood and balls, while another ground her sex against his mouth, he felt like he was in a depraved juggling act. As he pressed his tongue past his lips, getting the first taste of her arousal, Diamond whimpered atop him.

All the uppity pink pony’s recalcitrance bled away the moment he put his tongue to work. Teasing her sex and prodding into her depths, feeling her tremble against him, he dipped his head just enough to get access to her clit. No sooner did his lips wrap around the delicate little bulb of flesh than she went rigid, bucking her hips and giving a pleased squeal.

Had he been able to talk, he would have been tempted to give her a piece of his mind, to tease her about how she was only muffling him with her cunt to keep him quiet, but that would have to wait until later - for the time being, he’d much rather show her why Sweetie bragged about him. Groaning into her muff, he tightened his grip and pulled her to himself. If she was jealous of his marefriend before, she was going to be positively green with envy by the time he was done with her.

Silver Spoon, apparently having taken notes from Sweetie, gently pulled his cock and worked it into her snout. He couldn’t exactly see what she was doing, but it was easy enough to tell what she was doing. Flexing his manhood and sending a gout of pre-cum into her maw, he felt her swallow it down and begin bobbing her head. If he was lucky, and he very much wished he would be, he’d soon have a third little mare to busy himself with.

Lingering just within the room, having crept down the hallway, Sweetie watched the sinful display while wantonly massaging her marehood. While she didn’t regularly hang out with Diamond or Silver, preferring to spend her free time with her boyfriend, she’d known that the pair had been lusting after him - not that she could blame them, after regaling them with tales of his exploits and skills. It wasn’t until just a month ago, after telling them about a particularly passionate night of lovemaking, that they’d blindsided her with a deceptively simple question - why couldn’t they share him?

She had no intention of entering a polyamorous relationship with the pair, wishing to keep Anon for herself, but the notion of a group session did tickle her fancy. With his birthday only a few weeks away, and feeling a bit sympathetic that he’d be Diamond and Silver’s only chance to experience being with a human, she cooked up a little scheme. The scandalous display at the store and their mysterious appearance had been carefully orchestrated - still, seeing everything play out absolutely perfectly was as gratifying as it was arousing.

Brought back to present by a whimper from Silver, she glanced to the nightstand and ignited her horn. It wasn’t common knowledge, but she knew the slate-grey filly was enthralled with anal. As she stealthily crept onto the foot of the bed, making an effort to avoid brushing against Anon’s foot, she levitated a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

“Here,” she whispered, keeping her voice low.

Silver paused and took the bottle, grinning from ear to ear. “You think it’ll fit?”

“Only one way to find out,” Sweetie softly replied.

Silver needed no prodding whatsoever, dousing his dick with the slick gel in the blink of an eye. Stepping up and onto his abdomen, placing her hind hooves on his upper thighs, she peered back while she lowered her hips. Impaling herself on him would be no easy task, given the sheer size of his endowment, but she had a bit of help.

Calling upon her magic, Sweetie angled Anon’s length and brought his tip to Silver’s backdoor. Sure enough, as soon as his manhood was in position, her classmate threw her weight down and forced him into her ass. She’d often wondered what it would be like to spectate such a thing, yet she was unprepared for just how enticing the sight of his cock stuffing a quivering hole really was.

“Sweet Celestia,” Silver moaned, “he’s so much bigger than he looks.”

Panting and softly whimpering, her eyes clamped shut, Diamond halfheartedly nodded. “K…keep going…”

Sweetie seated herself beside the passionate trio, giving herself a perfect view of the action, as she reached for her crotch. She wasn’t sure what was better: the fact that her mate was handling two mares at the same time, and doing a fine job of it too, or that neither of her friends seemed like they were going to last terribly long. Stroking her clit and sorcerously twisting one nipple, she made herself comfortable to enjoy the show.

Anon tilted his head up, inhaled through his nose, then dove back into Diamond’s cunt. The pitch of her hitched breaths had changed, she was nearly humping against him, and she was shaking from hoof to head, while he fixated on the most sensitive areas of her sex. As badly as he would have liked to take his time with her, letting her savor his affection, the sensation of what had to be Silver’s virginally tight ass working his cock demanded his attention - thankfully for him, he had a trick up his sleeve.

Shifting his hands up to her abdomen, he blindly felt for and found a pair of perky little nubs. There was no guarantee that Diamond would enjoy having teats played with as Sweetie did, but he figured it couldn’t hurt to give it a shot. Simultaneously tugging her nipples and delicately lipping her clit, his efforts were rewarded by a blissful howl and an absolute deluge of nectar.

Sweltering and sweet, having an almost floral note, her juices bathed his face and ran down his neck, sinking into the bed sheets under him. He’d figured it wouldn’t take long to make the filly peak, especially if she’d been touching herself while she’d watched him and Sweetie going at it, but it had actually taken a few minutes to get her off - well he assumed it had been a few minutes. Swiftly but tenderly lifting her up and setting her aside, leaving her to recuperate from her climax, he stared down at Silver - that was until he noticed who had joined them.

“Don’t mind me,” Sweetie tittered, shamelessly playing with herself right beside him. “You should give it to her hard; she might not look like it, but she’s the biggest butt slut I know!”

“A…am not!” Silver weakly countered, steadily fucking herself on him.

Childish argument aside, Anon had to admit he was impressed with Silver. It had taken months of regular practice for Sweetie to manage handling half of his dick in her ass, yet the little grey filly had managed to nearly hilt all of him! Sitting up and looming over her, bringing her motions to an abrupt halt, he caressed her cheek.

“If you present yourself like a good little filly, I’ll do the hard work for you,” he murmured, doing his darnedest to sound sexy.

Silver practically flung herself off him, rocketing to her hooves and freeing herself from his length. It was adorable to see how enthusiastic she was to get railed, bracing and spreading her hind legs while she pressed her face into the sheets, but that wasn’t about to stop him from giving her what she wanted. Getting up and onto his knees, he shuffled behind her, grabbed her flanks, and nudged the head of his cock to her gaped, slickened backdoor.

He was going to tease her a bit, eager to see just how badly she wanted him to ruin her, but he was never given the chance. Feeling a pair of tiny hooves against his backside, he turned his head and peered down at Sweetie. It only took him a second to figure out what she was trying to do, and his lust roared into an inferno because of it.

“Don’t hold back,” Sweetie breathed, shooting a wink up at him.

He gave a terse nod, shifted his focus back to Silver, and drove his hips forward. In a single, merciless plunge, he plunged the entirety of his length into the filly. While he was reluctant to go all-out on Sweetie, this was different - sure, Silver may have become nicer to his mate over the years, but he wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. Stopping when his hips impacted her upturned tush, nearly shoving her off the bed, he withdrew a portion of his length, steadied himself, and fell into a fast, steady rhythm of plowing her.

“O…o…oh…oh my GOSH!” Silver stuttered, the wind driven from her with each thrust.

Shifting over to the side and lowering her head, Sweetie nearly wriggled her face under Silver. The spectacle was astounding; even though she’d been screwed by Anon in practically every position available, seeing him in action was painfully hot. The way her friend’s marehood slung strands of arousal to the blankets, winking uncontrollably beneath the imprint of the man’s cock, was all the motivation she needed to keep rubbing one out herself.

Although she’d never had much of a penchant for pornography, outside of a hoofful of Playfilly magazines she’d shared with Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, she found herself entranced. The way he moved, the muscles in his legs, arms, and shoulders tensing as he ruthlessly pounded Silver’s ass, was awe inspiring. Noticing a sudden movement beside herself while she stroked her clit, she glanced over and saw Diamond start to stir.

“Hey, Anon,” she muttered, causing the man to look over at her, “I bet you could make her cum again if you wanted to.”

Peering over at the quivering pink filly, Anon slowed, reached over, and slipped a hand under her waist. He’d had no way of knowing that fooling around with two ponies at once, all while his marefriend watched, would be as intoxicatingly empowering as it was, yet he found himself filled with determination to conquer them. He felt sure he’d be having a talk with Sweetie about the fiery exchange later, but that could wait until later.

He’d always felt fantastic with Sweetie, subconsciously relishing the disparity between their sizes and physical strength, but that feeling was magnified several times over. Hefting Diamond upward, bringing her to himself, he flipped her onto her back and crammed his face between her shivering thighs. Even if his chances of making the filly cum a second time were slim, he was going to give it his best.

Like a machine made flesh, he fucked Silver while feasting on Diamond’s snatch. The sensations accosting him, from the flavor on his tongue, the bouquet in his sinuses, and the feeling of his manhood pistoning into a tight, inviting hole, were overwhelming, sending him into a rut-lust like he’d never known. As he did his best to assert himself over his guests, drunk on his lust, his mind began to go blank.

Even with a stamina that could put virtually any creature on the face of the planet to shame, the thrill of despoiling the pair took a heavy toll on him. On and on he went, slowing or altering his technique to stave off the inevitable, but it would only be a matter of time until he crossed the point of no return. His only regret, were he to name one, was that he only had two hands to work with.

With everything going on, Sweetie found it difficult to settle on exactly what to watch. Anon’s groin and ass, Silver’s stuffed tush and blissful face, and Diamond held aloft while being eaten out all held an appeal of her own, spurring her onward. Though she realized he’d likely be tuckered out after he was finished with the pair, she made up her mind to convince him at least one more dicking before the day was out.

Seconds passed to minutes and longer, until things eventually came to a head. Silver’s rapturous wail was punctuated by a torrent of nectar from has spasming depths, driven past her limit by the anal alone. It was only by some small miracle that she was able to keep herself from collapsing, her hind legs locked to keep her lower half upright, though she appeared to have blacked out.

Diamond weakly squirmed and wriggled in his grasp, clamping his head between her thighs, when she finally peaked. Drenching his face a second time, unleashing a howl that likely startled the neighbors, she locked up, shuddered, then went limp. Being the least sexually experienced filly present, as far as Sweetie knew, there was no way she wouldn’t remember the divine experience for many months to come, but the man wasn’t finished yet - not by a long shot.

Try as he might, the one-two punch of the filly’s orgasms did Anon in. With his balls snuggling up to his groin, he hilted his cock and crossed the threshold. Despite having blown two loads that morning, his third climax was the strongest one yet. Only barely managing to set Diamond down next to himself, leaving her to quake and writhe, he fitfully bucked his hips and filled Silver’s depths with his potent seed.

Seeing his jizz lewdly squirting out of Silver’s tush, seeping down his balls and leaking to the bed sheets, Sweetie was pushed beyond what she could endure. Softly mewling to herself, she sprayed her juices over the blanket. While she hadn’t been exactly sure how things would play out in the bedroom, having predicted she’d take a more active part in the lecherous hijinks, she couldn’t have been happier with the result of having her friends present.

Anon heaved air into his chest, wearily peering down at the devastation he’d wrought, as the lustful fog in his brain being gradually replaced with the euphoric clarity of a darn good lay. Diamond appeared to be semi-conscious, gazing up at the ceiling with her eyes glazed over, but Silver had passed out entirely. He couldn’t say how long it would be until the duo recovered, or if they’d be walking funny for a while afterward, yet that didn’t bother him much. Aside from having some cake and a decent meal that afternoon, his schedule was free and clear.

Turning his attention over to Sweetie, he weakly coughed. “Should we - uh - be worried?”

“Nah,” Sweetie croaked, flopping onto her back and closing her eyes. “Once they get up, we can get them washed up and send them on their way. Just don’t be surprised if they start hounding you more often.”

He snorted, only then fully realizing what he’d done. Though he’d had an inordinate amount of fun and checked off several items from his bucket list, there was an all too real chance he’d ended up making his life more complicated. He was as content as he could be with Sweetie, never once thinking to step outside his relationship with her, but he’d be shocked if Diamond and/or Silver didn’t begin taking more assertive passes at him in the future.

As tenderly as he could, he reached down, unsheathed Silver from his softening endowment, rolled her to his side, and fell backward. Landing on his back, with his guests softly panting and moaning to either side of his waist, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Hindsight was 20/20, and there was nothing he could do to change his fate, but he hoped he wouldn’t come to regret the spontaneous threesome.

Shifting onto her stomach and pushing herself up, Sweetie trotted up his frame and flopped her head on his shoulder. “So,” she whispered, lovingly stroking his chest, “how’s this birthday going so far?”

The question brought a smile to his lips, as he peered down and tenderly stroked her mane. “Best birthday ever, even if it ends up biting me in the ass.”

“I’m not sure either of them are into that,” she snickered, peeking over at the near-comatose fillies, “but I’m sure they would if you asked nicely.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her remark. “If they start giving me a hard time, you might need to help me out with them.”

“Another little orgy?” she gasped, feigning shock. “Anon, you absolute stud!”

She was beyond attractive, and absolutely amazing in bed, but her wit and cheerful disposition was what had won his heart. Twisting and picking her up, he placed her on his chest and folded his arms around her. There wasn’t a day that passed when he didn’t look forward to seeing her smile, hearing her laugh, feeling her coat, or smelling her delicate fragrance - simply being with her was enough to lift his spirits beyond belief. Holding her close, he leaned in and kissed the tip of her horn.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he whispered.

She returned the favor, closing her eyes and pecking his nose. “I ask myself the same thing about you all the time.”

They had more differences than he dared to count, from their species and age to the very worlds upon which they were born - nevertheless, they were two parts of a whole. Some cosmic force had brought them together, and their lives were better because of it. It was true that they sometimes butted heads, having the occasional disagreement here or there, yet those moments were fleeting and never of any consequence. At the end of the day, so long as they had one another, they knew they’d be able to grow old together, overcome anything life threw at them, and continue finding new ways to appreciate one another, side by side…