A Sister, A Moaner, & A Royal Guard Comes Into Two Bars...
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A Sister, A Moaner, & A Royal Guard Comes Into Two Bars...
“Dammit, at least stay in the cell this time, you’ll be out in the morning!” Gleaming shouted, rapping her lance annoyedly on the cell containing a rather strange prisoner. "But... thanks for the show of niceness anyway."
Okay, Gleaming could have done without that hug from the… (‘Snooze’, was it? Weird name, considering how tireless it was) prisoner burning trails into her loincloth. It barely covered her nethers as it was, but the ragged look made her seem even more naked than she felt she was going to be in a few seconds.
Regardless, two points of gratitude arose for Gleaming, though as she stepped into the room; the first was for her armor. Much as she regretted not at least throwing on a cloak before stepping into the lower levels of the Guard barracks, she knew that anything less than a plate of golden metal would leave her diamond-hard nipples proudly showing.
The second point of gratitude was for the walkway to the cell emptying just ahead of the double-decker cots chained to the wall. The angle let Gleaming see her brother long before he ever saw her, allowing her to collect herself before she moved in. Or at least try to, considering he looked.
Dusk Shine, thanks to this being the lowest-security ward, had kept his shirt and slacks on instead of the black bodysuits reserved for the more dangerous prisoners. But they did nothing to hide his stone-sculpted curves from Gleaming’s eyes, thanks to the all-too-generous moonlight spilling over them and the light sheen of sweat soaking them. Five-and-a-half feet, yet Gleaming felt smaller standing near him than he looked sitting - that was the Dusk Shine effect.
Even Dusk’s eyes were a stunning sight to behold, chips of deep amethyst that seemed to root Gleaming to the spot between each slow blink.
Wait.
Damn it, Dusk had noticed her already.
“Nice to see you again, sis.” Dusk’s tone was light and inviting, a contrast to his ripped build and hunter-like crouch. Gleaming wasn’t fooled though; she knew that studded tongue he ran over his lips could beat a Cerberus down to size if he so wanted. “Guess you’re not here to deliver dinner?”
“No, Dusk.” I just want you to eat me up for once, Gleaming’s increasingly dirty mind added. “Just wanted to make sure nobody was hassling you, bro.” And then another hot rush shot through Gleaming's thighs, that phrasing doing less than nothing to keep her libido in check.
“That’s a first,” Dusk cheekily admitted. “But yeah, it is nice to see you again too, sis. First since our romp in the Crystal Empire, right?”
“...Right. Thanks to you, King Sombra isn’t running free again.” Gleaming said, mentally smacking herself. How could she forget that encyclopedic knowledge Dusk had at his fingertips? “Also, I'm sorry I wasn’t there when your new boy-toy came back to Ponyville.”
Dusk chuckled, though it was far more subdued than Gleaming was used to hearing. "Shit, to think I'd go from squaring off against Trix to slinging myself in a cell in protest of him being arrested," he said. "But... I'm not mad. Reminds me that some parts of me can't be replicated."
Gleaming nodded, fighting back a nervous snort from the remembrance of the Canterlot Wedding—and the Queen that had nearly ruined it all. "Yeah. I understand sacrificing for those you want to do right by."
“Just make sure Trix doesn’t wake up. Never thought I’d meet somepony that made me long for the humble, reserved demeanor of Rainbow Dash till him.” Dusk's finger jabbed up to the cot above his, and the hulking bluenicorn snoozing under its thin covers. “Swear, he’s worse than he.. hi…”
“Cadence says ‘they’ is the right term for Chrysalis.”
“Prince Cadence? I thought he’d-” Then realization slackened Dusk’s shoulders again. “I mean, yeah. ‘Course he’d know. Everyone opens up to your husband.”
“He’s not the only one who could, you know.”
But Gleaming regretted those words the second she saw the first hints of ire cross Dusk’s face. Not a peep got out from his furiously working lips, but Gleaming saw the ‘oh here we go’ he was mouthing.
“Look…” she softly spoke, trying to switch gears. “I’m still impressed your friends went to the lengths they did to help you beat Trix. I mean, I know Applejack’s not used to stuffing a bra, let alone dying her coat to match her brother’s. And Fluttershy, letting you get that lingerie magicked ‘onto her’... that’s a big a change from the waif she was a month ago.”
“Ah, so you got the after-action report,” Dusk said. “Yeah, that was the hardest task I’d asked of Flutter. Worth every second, though.”
“But the speed which you thought that up… it’s amazing!” Gleaming finally let her shield rest on the wall opposite Dusk’s cell, resting her rump against its scored surface. “Sure you won’t spill for your B.S.B.F.F?”
“I mean… you saw why. Heard it too, if Celestia’s gushing over my letters is as loud as I heard.”
“Nah, I just wanna hear it from the horse’s mouth.” And see how many more sexy shapes those lips can make, Gleaming didn’t add. “C’moooon, spill!”
“I mean- It was spur-of-the-moment! Who knows why ponies that close to me do anything?”
Gleaming’s eyebrow rose cattily. “Remind me again what your title is? Prince of… something or other?”
“Oh, a comedian now, are we?” joked Dusk.
“It’s not a joke, that’s the problem!” Gleaming and Dusk winced simultaneously seeing Trix groan and roll over in his cot at Gleaming’s sharp rejoinder. Thankfully he remained asleep, and Gleaming’s words continued unabated. “Trix booted you from your own town, enthralled half of Ponyville into a seven-hour orgy, and you’d rather share a cell with her here instead of letting her languish?”
“It’s complicated, Gleaming!” Certainly, it seemed so, if Dusk’s twitching mouth and black-cherry blush were any indications. “But even if it wasn’t, leaving behind someone I can help isn’t something I can just… do! You of all ponies should know that.”
Gleaming did, achingly so, but admitting that before Dusk would leave all power in the hands of the prisoner, instead of the warden. Damn that drilled-in Royal Guard training, her mind scolded. “D-don’t change the subject, Dusk! This is family talking, not a foe! I mean… how can anypony let someone that incorrigible come between them and the ones they treasure?”
Now it was Dusk’s brows rising sarcastically. “Remind me again who you were about to marry by accident? Queen… something-or-other?”
“... I deserve that.” And so little else, Gleaming’s oh-so-helpful mind chastised. “But that’s not why I’m here.”
“Then what is? Another one of your many, many big-sis spiels about how I shouldn’t be so snippy? Or so caught up in my studies?” Dusk’s voice was rising, though his gritted teeth helped muffle it. “Or maybe how everymare in a six-mile radius hopping on… well, me is somehow my fault?”
Right now, complaining about that titanic tool straining against Dusk’s pants was the least of Gleaming’s worries. “I swear it has nothing to do with that!"
“Then what, Big Sis? What?!” Dusk shouted, shooting up to his bare feet and clamping his hands around the cell’s bars. “I already said I was sorry for not doing more to stop Chrysalis! I already accepted yours for those words you said when you didn’t know any better about their stupid lies! I said I’d try to keep my libido in che—”
“And what if I don’t want you to?!”
“Then I guess you’ll have to chain me to th—” Dusk stopped halfway through his near-shout, ears perking at the apparent change of pace. Now he looked like the shortest figure in this ward that he was, almost being held up by the bars he was holding. “Uhm… repeat the question?”
“I said…” Gleaming soldered up her strength, staring Dusk right in his shimmering amethyst eyes as her hand crept to her loincloth. “What if I don’t want you fighting those urges anymore?”
Then her fingers gripped into the soft purple fabric and tugged it to the side.
Dusk’s eyes widened to saucers at the sight. Even from the foot-and-a-half of real estate separating that lavender unicorn from his sister, he could see the sparkling liquid trickling down Gleaming’s supple thighs, right up to the soaked swatch of the G-string hugging her thighs.
“Okay, wow.” Dusk breathed. “W-what’s this all aboob—about! About!” he quickly self-corrected.
“It’s… what I’ve really had you over all these times for,” Gleaming said, her voice husky and low as she grinned at the sight of Dusk’s legs shivering. All three of them. “This… is the other thing Cade had a bead on, one I hate taking this long to nut up for. I want to see just how much you’ve grown, Dusk, in every way.” Her spear clattered to the floor, long forgotten in her single-minded drive to get Dusk in as fuck-happy a mood as fast as she could. "And if it's Cadence you're worried about, don't. He's the one who gave me the idea for this—after all, we have an open marriage for a reason."
The corners of Dusk’s mouth tugged incessantly, unsure whether to grin or gape at Gleaming’s proposal. “Oh.” Then he thought back to all the other times Gleaming had lectured him in similar situations, and just why she could never make eye contact with him then. “Oooo-”
“None of that, Dusk,” Gleaming purred. One of her hands was still knotted in her loincloth, her dripping clit peeking around the scrap of underwear futilely keeping it hidden. The other tugged suggestively at her collar, showing the swells of her heavily bound tits to Dusk’s dilating eyes. “You’re right, Dusk; I’ve been elusive before, in a way I’ve never been in my life. And after the wedding, I vowed to change that Well, what do you have to say of me now?”
Dost smacked his lips, for once in his life lost for thought. “How’d you even kno-I mean, we’re-” But Gleaming’s steps didn’t cease at the pathetic excuses his tongue caught on. “…I mean, I…”
“Another thing Cadence was very right about…” Gleaming said,almost face-to-face with her sweating sibling. “You’ve become quite a handsome young man over the years. And it’s long past time I… rewarded that. You know, if you’re badass enough to take the gift.”
Dusk’s eyes narrowed, even as his limbs still shook uncertainly. “I could be,” he replied.
“Then go on, my big bro,” Gleaming unashamedly purred, tossing back her mane. It fanned around her back in an indigo expanse, Dusk’s eyes following it like it was an oasis for his dry lips. “Show me just how hard-up you are for the hottest Guard in Canter—"
“Okay, who dares to intrude on Trix’s beauty rest!?”
Two pairs of eyes shot open, focusing on the new unicorn just now rousing from sleep himself. Still sporting the high-collared cape he’d had when he’d returned to Ponyville, still retaining the half-foot jump in his already well-built body’s height, Trix looked more statue than stallion. Thankfully, Gleaming had gotten her loincloth back over her pelvis beforehand.
“Well?” Trix continued, sizing up the two ponies before him discouragingly. “Dusk, you going to answer my question? Or should Trix just snap up some headphones and ignore our new warden?”
Gleaming, for some reason, moved to action at that threat. “No-no-no, Trix,” she began, “There’s no way what we’re going to be doing will be that quiet anyway, so…” Ignoring the now beach-ball wide eyes of Dusk, she went on. “So, just know this; I’m going to have sex with that pony right in front of you. Watch or don’t, but boning will be happening in this cellblock.”
Instead of shock, Trix’s eyes rolled in disinterest. “Again.” His jaw twitched; in anger or jealousy? Gleaming wondered. “Just be quick with it; Trix appreciated your mercy before, but this is making me wonder if it was so you could get your gloating in.”
Well, now he needed to know. “How many did you get in, bro?” Gleaming cattily asked Dusk, his brow a set of disbelieving lines as he stared at Gleaming and Trix rapidly.
“Three—apparently a slow day for him, if that mulberry-coated teacher’s cries were even remotely accurate.” Then Trix’s ears perked up. “Wait, did you call this horndog your brother?”
“No, she didn’t!”
“And what of it?”
Dusk and Gleaming took several seconds to parse what the other had simultaneously said. When that came down, Gleaming only defiantly cocked an eyebrow while Dusk’s eyebrows shot up into his mane.
“You do realize that’s the guy I had to trick to beat, right? Don't let him know we’re family!” Dusk hissed to Gleaming concernedly.
It was a concern that Gleaming had no reason to share. “And I’m the pony that put you both here, Dusk. You think I care if he knows how close we are?” Then her eyes’ cockily flitted to Trix, still stone-stiff in his seat far above the other two unicorns. “Or how much deeper we’re going to get?”
After a while, Trix’s shoulder slumped. “Trix remembers now,” he slowly added. “The Guard Captain that found yourself an alicorn to adore.” Then he shrugged. “Well, then, I allow you your pleasure. Clearly, it shall prove an interesting sight to study up on.“
“Staring to see why Dusk is so cool with standing up for you.” Gleaming mused. “I close my eyes, that’s a Dusk line through and through.” After a second, her eyes locked onto Dusk again. “Well?”
“Well, what?” Dusk asked.
Gleaming wiggled her generous chest in front of Dusk, the lavender unicorn nearly collapsing against the bars at the sensuous sight of her jiggling boobs. “You gonna put those mitts of yours around something warm, or not?” she firmly asked.
“W-wait!” But one of Dusk’s hands betrayed the doubt choking his voice, shuddering as he reached toward Gleaming’s pendulous tits. “We're just going to… do it while Trix is watching us?”
Trix’s legs, kicking aimlessly at the cubby below him, finally stilled decisively. “Oh well, if you’re going to be so forward…” And then Trix hopped off his cot, landing in a dainty crouch like his hooves were meeting cloud instead of tile.
Seeing the unicorn strut confidently toward Dusk, while incredibly calming to his heart, still left him guarded. This situation Gleaming started was not in the cards, and Trix being this close to his sister—utterly mouthwatering as she was acting now—was making things spin out of control. “I’m sorry Trix, hold on—”
“If your guest is offering to do the nasty, I am not turning it down,” Trix said. “You certainly haven’t back in Ponyville.”
“Yeah, this is different, Trix,” Dusk said, his tone now clinical and possessive. “Stay.”
“And who shall stop Trix-”
Apparently, Dusk’s horn would, its fierce violet glow matching the ones twinkling around Trix’s stilled hands as they peeked out of the bars. Blind to Trix sticking out his tongue at him, Dusk turned back to the bemused face of Gleaming.
“Now then…” Dusk said, his voice enticing and low. “You wanted to see how much I’ve grown, sis? You first.”
With a catty grin, Gleaming stepped forward, her shoulders and face now pressed up against the iron bars. Dusk took the hint immediately, shooting Trix a promising look as he stretched a hand toward Gleaming’s golden breastplate. Trix’s time would come.
Just not before Dusk had finished batting.
Slowly, Dusk felt around for the button-like clasps hiding under Gleaming’s golden chest plate. Little by little, the armor hung loosely around his sister’s chest, bobbing enticingly with each breathy sight Gleaming gave and each button Dusk’s thumb undid. She flicked her mane back again as Dusk fiddled with her top, offering Dusk a look at her creamy, inviting neck.
Much as it made Dusk’s lips smack, he was having no trouble getting words out now. “Shit, Gleam, one offering at a time,” Dusk hissed. “Might make Trix act up too.”
“Oh, very insightful Dusk! Maybe I could stroke this mare’s neck myself—oh wait,” Trix sarcastically snapped.
Dusk paid Trix no mind, stopping short of the final clasp of Gleaming’s top. There was a different sparkling prize being hidden by her shoulder straps, one he couldn’t believe Gleaming had hidden from him for so many years. His hand, daring and direct, pulled Gleaming’s chest plate even closer to the bars. That motion made the mare shudder and pant as Dusk reached in…
… and pulled out the pendant looping loosely over Gleaming’s chest. “Holy shit, you kept this?” He breathed, thumbing over the picture nestled in its center—one of him in gym class, even!
“Always got me wet when Cade was away,” Gleaming said, her lips curving in a desirous grin. “Took me till today to realize it wasn’t just cuz’ of how proud I was of my little bro.”
Indeed, the gym shorts Dusk was wearing in the oval picture were doing the shoddiest job of holding back his domineering dick. Dusk smacked his lips again, caught in the moment.
Then present-day Dusk's fingers loped on the lip of Gleaming’s chest plate and swiped right.
Gleaming’s bound tits sprang free, two bulbous balloons that were each as big as her head. The tips dotting each breast were perky and pink, nipples hardened to dusky points at the cold and from Dusk’s penetrating stare. And they jumped even further when Dusk’s hands—both of them, this time—ventured past the icy bars to cup each of Gleaming’s massive mounds.
“Ooooh, Dusk…” Gleaming gasped, hands flexing on the poles keeping her separate from her tit-teasing lover. “So adventurous. I have Dash to thank for this?”
“Nope.” Dush’s eyes drifted down to his heaving six-pack imploringly. “This is Dash’s doing.”
Praise be to the Wonderbolts then, Gleaming’s mind saucily sang as she leaned back and forth on the bars. Her ample chest swung in and out of Dusk’s reach, allowing her time to catch her breath before Dusk’s milk-dud-pinching fingers took it away. Soon, her nipples were making her moan at each touch, both against the sauna-hot hands of Dusk and the titillating cold of the bars they brushed up into.
For Gleaming's pussy though, it was a Category-4 flood zone, the blood shooting between her soaked legs making her head spin.
“If you are not going to let Trix go, at least bring Gleaming inside!” Trix finally hollered, bringing both siblings out of their naughty reverie. “It is torture for a magician like me, not being able to use my hands on such an eager volunteer.”
Dusk rolled his eyes at the showstallion’s plea, but Gleaming was a far different animal. Her mind was already thick and sluggish poring over the thoughts of every way Dusk could claim her sopping, clenching depths. But Dusk and Trix’s hands competing to tease her every curve? Clamping possessively over her muscle-packed thighs? Drilling their cocks in and out of her breedable fuckholes?
She needed that experience, and…
“I need it now,” Gleaming finally panted, pulling herself wholly away from the cells—and Dusk’s delightful hands. “Trix is right, Dusk. I did go through all this work to put you two miscreants here.” Then Gleaming twisted at her nipples with her own fingers, her grin turning rictal at how fast both stallion’s eyes locked onto her nubs. “Let’s make sure you’ve both learned your way around, shall we?”
The hex-lock Dusk had around Trix’s arms faded to nothingness, and both unicorn males stood stock-still as Gleaming sashayed her way to their cell door. Her swaying hips make their dicks trickle further down the pants suffocating them, inch by inch, each time they jiggled and twitched. Each bob of Gleaming's chest ripped away the loose chest piece trying to reclaim its grip on them, swinging helplessly off one milk-white shoulder as the funbags it once held bobbed freely.
And when Gleaming finally stopped in front of their cell door, her horn’s blue glow ebbing and fading with each tumbler she worked free, Trix and Dusk’s libidos hung on fraying threads. Each click of the lock turning seemed to make more pre-sap bead atop their cocks’ heads in sheer, unbridled desire.
Then the last tumbler fell and the door swung open, Gleaming entering their prison with a few dainty steps. The second that door hit the cell wall, both Dusk and Trixie’s shirts hit the floor. Within nanoseconds, both stallions were on her, a smorgasbord of contrasts doing wonders to her over-sensitive body.
“Thank you for this, Gleam,” Dusk said cheerily, directly in front of Gleaming as he peeled the final strap of her chest piece over her shoulder like it was the last part of a jigsaw puzzle. The way the satisfaction made his face light up, it may as well have been.
“What Dusk said—we both love what we’re seeing,” Trix added, happy to feel the grind of Gleaming’s ass into his crotch. Slowly, he fisted a hand in the royal blue mane of the mare he towered over as he leaned in to taste her rippling neck.
Gleaming was in heaven at the point, the rough motions of Trix and deliberately slow stripping by Dusk setting her snatch alight. “R-really? Oh!” she gasped, doubt rearing its ugly head just as Gleaming was tiling hers into Trixie’s building shoulder.
“I mean it, Gleam,” Dusk said staunchly, his eyes moving to track her bliss-fluttering ones. “The hell with what the columns say; you’re strong and thick in all the right places.”
“Reminds me of... well, me,” Trix murmured against Gleaming’s neck. The hickey his teeth had placed there—and the hot breath he washed over it—made Gleam’s slot throb hungrily again, the fresh streams of maresap turning the loincloth over it near-black.
Gleaming couldn’t have felt more vindicated in all this. Those doughy hips she once used to revile? Now, Trix using his giant palms to rip her loincloth off them shot satisfaction straight to her wet core. The boobs that Gleaming thought would be too intimidatingly thick and drooping for Dusk to ever want to see exposed? Not only were they bared to Dusk's eyes, one of her nipples was being earnestly slurped into his mouth. Gleaming was putty in these stallions’ hands, and it seemed like the bliss would never stop building in her body.
Until Dusk popped her nipple from his pouty lips, glaring holes through Trixie. “Seriously?” he asked the giant of a unicorn behind Gleaming. “She doesn’t neat a seat, she needs a stuffing! Use those fingers on her clit already!”
Never before was Gleaming more grateful for Dusk’s accidental peeping of her and Cadence’s sexytimes as a young teen. How ‘accidental’ those sightings were was a topic for another time. Gleaming's remembrance of her name would soon be just as difficult a task as Trixie slipped a pair of sausage-thick fingers under her sodden G-string and pushed them against her snatch.
Thrusting into those pussy-plundering hips or the cock straining against her generous rump? No matter which way Gleaming squirmed, hot Trix flesh awaited her needy center. “S-shit, One of you, I need-”
Dusk immediately stepped up to answer, roughly molding and pinching Gleaming’s heaving breasts as he suckled on her neck too. The second Gleaming’s eyes slipped closed in bliss, his hands moved south of the equator to start working on the clasp to his pants. Within seconds, the button was undone, the zipper underneath coming down as fast as his finger tugged at it.
And with such a hefty pillar of dick-meat springing up from that dip, a certain part of Dusk was clearly happy to be let loose.
From the first sight—and sniff —Gleaming was hooked. Veins and pre-cum trickled down the wrist-thick fucklog of Dusk’s in tandem, pulsing with life and begging for Gleaming’s tongue. One of her hands grasped at its wet tip to test its thickness, happy at seeing that her fingers could barely touch around the blunt head. And the testes swinging merrily underneath were both the shade and size of ripe plums, making Gleaming drool just wondering how they’d taste.
Assuming Gleaming didn’t bite her tongue off after Trix’s fingers finally stopped teasing around her folds and dipped in between them. Her G-string clipped tightly around that heavy palm only helped Trixie force his fingers into her vaginal walls, the showstallion grunting as Gleaming moaned slatternly under his treatment.
Both sounds made Dusk’s dick jump, and he knew exactly what would still that carnal need pushing at his sanity.
“Trix, put Gleam up on the cell wall,” he commanded. “I want her braced against something hard while she’s slurping something harder.”
“What makes you think it won’t be my cock sh-oh, fuuuuuuck~” Trix gasped shamelessly as Gleaming’s glutes ground against his erection.
“That’s why. She’s just frotting you and your jeans are a mess, I’m not having you blow in my sister’s throat in seconds.” Dusk’s voice was clipped, lusty, and final. “She deserves longer-lasting.”
Trix, whether from the same spell that bulged out his muscles or his impatience, complied with Dusk’s words. Soon, Gleaming was frogmarched to the bars by the showstallion braying behind her, hands gripping the bars as she swayed and jerked against Trix’s crotch. His fingers never let up, making her shudder more and more.
Thankfully, Dusk knew Gleaming’s orgasm was still far-off, off despite her desperate wails. He moved so that he was at Gleaming’s side, letting her husky pants rise the hairs on his neck as he eye-fucked her. “We model prisoners yet, warden?”
“Not sure, Dusky…” Gleaming purred, shooting Dusk a look that screamed for a thorough bucking. “Maybe an oral exam would—mmmph~”
Dusk’s lips crashing against Gleaming was everything she could ask for and more. The metal stud threading his tongue tingled beautifully against hers as they battled for dominance. The distraction caused by Trix yanking Gleaming’s thong off her shapely legs gave this round to Dusk, the lavender unicorn happily plundering her mouth without mercy. All the while, Gleaming and Dusk’s hands never left each other’s bodies. Dusk traced nonsensical diagrams along Gleaming’s hourglassed abdomen as Gleaming’s hands rubbed over his horsecock.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Trix gasped at the siblings’ makeout session, hammering his fingers harder into Gleaming’s gash in response. His crotch was so flush against the mare’s that the button on his suffocatingly tight jeans was threatening to pop, the gargantuan lump of stallion-meat building underneath endlessly stimulated by Gleaming’s gyrations.
Eventually, Dusk and Gleaming’s lips broke for air, and the mare didn’t waste a moment bending down to seize what she was really salivating for. A twinkle of her horn and Dusks’ pants had vanished, nothing intruding about the low swinging of his titanic twat-buster and testes; one more horn-flash, and Trix’s jeans were gone too. The feel of Trix’s more thanfoot-long penetrator balanced on her back made Gleaming gasp salaciously, certain that if her cerulean mane wasn't spilling over her shoulder, it’d be soaked in the pre foaming at Trix’s dicktip.
“How in the shit did you ever hide this for so long?” teased Gleaming, her tongue now joining her fingers in dancing over the head of Dusk’s cock. “The both of you fine boys are so… well stacked for having spent a whole day hopping between cells.”
“Is that a request for my dick to do another disappearing act?” Trix asked, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “Because-”
“-If you put that in her pussy before I do, I’ll bite it off." Dusk’s eyes narrowed cockily. “At the knee.”
Trix stared at Dusk daringly but moved no further. “Your sister, your rules. But your mouth should not make promises it cannot cash.” Trix motioned to his thick member, the curve of Gleaming’s spine almost completely lost underneath its gigantic girth. “Especially involving this.”
“Or you could put your lips to better use and eat this mare out.” Dusk’s mouth tiled up, a dare resting on the tip of his metal-studded tongue. “Or is shit the only thing that mouth of yours is good at putting out?”
“Watch me,” Trix hissed, a promise that would look more commanding if not for the purplish blush staining his cheeks. Nevertheless, he was kneeling between Gleaming’s bulging legs soon after, pushing up one of Gleaming’s legs so her knee rested against the cell bars.
Now horizontal to the jail cell’s wall, with Dusk’s cock in front of her and Trix’s mouth panting into her folds, Gleaming sprang to action. Before Dusk could shoot another rejoiner—or encouragement, they were becoming more muddled by the moment—she snaked her mouth around Dusk’s battering ram, the honeydew taste making her eyes roll back.
Dusk’s back nearly followed suit as he bucked into Gleaming’s shuddering throat-pussy, everything but the velvety feel of the guard’s gullet and the electricity thrumming through his body lost to him.
“W-whoa, Gleam! At least slow d-down! So fuckin’ tight!” he roared.
But his hands betrayed his begging, swiveling inside Gleaming’s mane until every lock of indigo was away from his sister’s face, keeping her mouth flush with his dick. Inch by inch, Gleaming gurgled down more of the meat-toboggan clogging her sinuses and blazing down her throat, only focused on making sure every inch of Dusk got into her before night’s end.
But another muscle bulging inside the mare’s body had her shooting her mouth off Dusk’s tool to let out a wanton wail—Trix’s tongue, licking licentiously at her pussy. Somehow, they worked even faster than his fingers had seconds before, only spurred on by each wave of nectar Gleaming leaked onto the tongue batting at her folds. Trix was eating her out like she was a feast following a famine, and Gleaming loved every rough slideofTrix’s tongue.
“S-shit, Trix, and I thought the thing you were b-best at was your-damnit, deeper-haaaangh~!” Gleaming couldn’t even finish the sentence, instead choosing to impale herself on Dusk’s cock again. Soon both stallions were shuddering against Gleaming, her needy holes gaping to let their hot penetrators ravage them.
Of course, they wouldn’t stop at just licking her loins and drilling her throat. By the time Gleaming had finally gotten to deepthroat all fifteen inches of his trembling stallionhood, Dusk’s other hand was treading to Gleaming’s flanks, slapping and groping them in tune with her every bob on his equipment. It was like the Neigh-doh he played with in his youth,cloud-soft and pliable when his hand bounced off of it, yet tendon-tensed and hard when Dusk sank his hands into those cheeks and squeezed.
And Trix was busy hugging the thigh that was parallel to the ground, using the spread of those lanky legs to plunge his tongue deeper into the moaning mare’s flower. Eventually, his questing tongue brushed against a pile of nerves, and the tremorous shake of her legs let him know to expect an explosion.
Gleaming’s scream was smothered by the shiny spermstack she was snogging, orgasm roaring through her like the eye-wall of a hurricane. Her juices sprayed wildly onto Trix’s face, the triangle of hair his chin was brushing up against, even her trembling plot as it sprayed around Trix’s snout.
Soon after, her groans and the girth stretching her mouth flared in her gullet. “Gleam, sweet, fuck, I’m gonnaaaa~” Then Dusk’s load was barreling down her willing throat, the chunky cum pasting her stomach instantly. Within seconds, Gleamin’s abs were being pushed out by the quart Dusk’s dick was pounding back, the feel in her gut like a furnace compared to the cold that couldn’t even get past Gleaming’s sweaty coat.
Gleaming’s horn flashed again to yank Trix from her squirting quim, soon catapulted into the lower cot Dusk once occupied. Before he could holler at the rough treatment, his jaw dropped at the sight of Gleaming unrooting her lips from Dusk’s massive member. Her dilated eyes then locked on Trix’s nearly two-foot-long fuckpole, with the cum from the last one still heading from its tip to her lips like a spiderweb.
“Now… let’s see…” cooed Gleaming, crawling over to Trix as Dusk slumped heavily against the cell wall. “If you’re worth the charity my brother spent on you.”
Before Trix could speak, Gleaming’s hand was on the showstallion's spread thigh, and her mouth was on his cock, seven inches easily slipping down her vice-tight canal as she slurped and drooled. Trix moaned at the feel of Gleaming’s tongue, limbs going slack as she milked him for every drop of his precious cock-cream. And if Dusk’s mare-breaking member made her jaw stretch to its deepthroating limits, Trix’s tree-trunk of an erection plowed past those limits in seconds.
Just like how the husky, seedy aroma of his ramrod was plowing past her every molecule of sanity.
Then Gleaming flagged her tail, swishing it back and forth as her mouth corkscrewed around the colossal blue cock before her. Trix—around the stars blurring his vision—wondered what this was for, until he saw Dusk stagger over to her, sluggish yet determined.
Gleaming was bringing over Dusk like a checkered flag heralding a speeding racecart. And considering the lavender log swinging lewdly between his thighs, there was clearly plenty of formula to go around.
“So Trix, you think her throat’s tight enough right now?” Dusk hissed, eyes flashing with mirth and competitiveness as he finally let his dick slap against Gleaming’s plump cheeks. “That your fat cumhose is too much for her to take?”
Trix’s response was only another desire-drunk whinny, Gleaming still forcing more and more of her sleek throat on his magic stick. She was having trouble with this deepthroating though, still not able to get her thoroughly packed lips around his medial ring.
“Well, wait until you see how determined she gets with a cock in here.“ Trix hissed as he throbbed again, his dick somehow getting even thicker as he saw Dusk reach down between Gleaming’s legs, spreading her sticky nectar over her throbbing ponut. After he was done making her shiver with lust, he brought up his massive member to knock at that puckered hole, the force behind it only making Gleaming impale herself more on his erection. “Let me know if I’m going too rough by the way, Gleam. This isn’t worth it if Trix ends up breaking something on my favorite guard, okay?”
Gleaming nodded fervently, turning back to choking herself on the banquet of Trix’s fucklog. And with another focused roll of his hips, Dusk found his blunt cocktip burrowing into Gleaming’s backdoor at last.
“Ohshitfucks!” Gleaming cursed, her tongue flopping out onto Trix’s orange-sized testes. She made no moves to reposition herself on Trix’s cock just yet, the musk making her eyes shrink to sensuous pinpoints as she drooled and kissed them. “By Celestia’s clenching cunt, I needed this! Shit, g-give me the rest of that cock right the fuck now.”
“Done and -umph- done.” Dusk’s voice hitched as he wrapped his hips around Gleaming’s thighs, lifting her until her knees rested on the cot. Then he pushed forward, Gleaming bracing her knees on the bed to help his deep-dicking get even further in.
Within moments, snug and jizz-greedy heat enveloped Dusk’s cock, his hips finally slapping against Gleaming’s as he wantonly wailed. Nopony’s cunt—not even Rarity’s—felt as perfect for his cock as Gleaming’s did, and the second he snuggled into the planes of Gleaming’s heaving back, the salty sweat tickling his snout made him hum with bliss.
“Could stay in here… forever.”
“Not before Trix gets in my sweet ass you won’t.” Gleaming was face-to-face with Trix’s monstrous member again, her time tending to the showstallion’s cock showing in the saliva leaking at her lips. “So start that thrusting, Dusk, I’d love to—huh?”
Dusk, drawing back to full height, noticed Gleaming had stopped mid-sentence. “Yeah?”
“Is T-Trix-he okay?” Gleaming asked, Trix an undulating, drooling mess as her hand pumped his meatpole in a blur. Apparently, her ball-washing had done more of a number on the egotistical magician than she thought. “Don’t want him brok-ah!-broken by me either.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Dusk hissed, kneading his fingers further into Gleaming’s shiny rump. “Trix is a slut for being ogled and sucked on. Has the equipment, sure, but almost negative experience in the sack. Ask Fluttershy, the second my number one assistant wakes her from her faint upon seeing that.” And he pointed at Trix’s cock; or would have, if it wasn’t vanishing down Gleaming’s avaricious gullet. “Or find out for yourself. Works too.”
Dusk thrust himself forward, the air just as filled with the plapplaplaps of his cock ruining Gleaming’s little plot as it was thick with these ponies’ musk. Both Dusk and Gleaming’s eyes dilated at the sight of the pony before them squirming and thrashing under their treatment.
But this one wasn’t going to last long for either sibling. Despite how deliciously it started, Gleaming’s ponut was just too luxurious around Dusk’s dick, every bottoming thrust making that opalescent booty jiggle deliciously. His orgasm was steaming fast upon him, a Friendship-with-Benefits Express flashing its embers every time his eyes closed. And it was fueled by three things: the tightness of the plot he was ramming into, the hypnotic rippling of Gleaming’s body, and the schlicking noises from her shameless cock-gobbling with Trix.
Gleaming, being spit-roasted as she was, was too focused on the ecstasy clawing at her mind to draw this out. Her throat was like a vice, growing tighter the deeper she got on Trix’s trenching tool, finally deepthroating him in one final heave that made her lungs scream for air. Her tender ass was clay in Dusk’s hands, her gaping ponut a mine that his fat prick was carving into for all he was worth.
It was when Trix's colossal cock plowed itself into Gleaming and immediately filled it with its hot, creamy filling that Gleaming’s body shook with more than just her blazing lust. Her throat turned into a boa constrictor on Trix’s tool, and it was pretty much over for the showstallion.
Trix howled Gleaming’s name on his lolling tongue as he busted both nuts into Gleaming’s throat.
This time, there was no doubt that Alicorn Amulet had made his cum production just as colossal as the eighteen inches of prime-cut stallion-hood cramming Gleaming’s pipes, her belly gaining a visible hump in seconds. And as Gleaming finally started pulling her maw off of his cock—it was that or have the rest of Trix’s cumropes blast out of her nostrils—she extended the orgasm of Dusk as her ass backed into his still geyser-spewing girth.
After what felt like an eternity to her short-circuiting brain, Gleaming was sure she was more goo than Guard. Rich, pearly seed crisscrossed over her back; drooled out of her throbbing ponut; lingered at the back of her thoroughly trenched throat. And both of the lovely stallions who had granted her such a glorious gift were hunched on each side of her, greedily sucking in air as they recovered.
And yet her body yearned for one more hot payload, right in the one spot that hadn’t filled to bursting. So did Dusk and Trix’s cocks, still shiny and raging hard even after dropping such virile wads into her.
“Over here, little bro. You too, you wonderful trickster.” Gleaming said, adjusting herself so she was squatting over Trix’s throbbing meatrod, her back taking up the amorous showstallion’s view as he laid back on the bed. Then Gleaming crooked a finger toward Dusk. “Want you to fucking fill this naughty pussy up with foals tonight~”
“You sure that isn’t Cadance’s job?”
“Will be at midnight.” Dusk’s eyebrow rose at this. “But for once, my dear Big Brother Best Friend Forever, you get first crack at this cunt." Gleaming spread her legs farther, shameless and wanton. ”Make it so I have to roll mysef to his throne tonight. Then we’ll consider the shenanigans you did to contain Trix even.”
“Hey! Right here!” Trix panted, though it didn’t stop him from placing his hands around Gleaming’s waist.
“Liar,” Dusk growled, “Guard said we were already straight. But I’ll do it if you beg.”
“Dare me not to take Trix’s cock first, bro.” Gleaming teased, her tendon-thick thighs swaying dangerously over the titanic twat-buster pushing up behind them. “Fucking dare me.”
Then Dusk was in front of her, looping his hands into the grid of wired metal that made up the top cot’s frame. “Too late.” Then his lips—and cock—were sliding along two of Gleaming’s needy holes. The second Dusk’s questing hands slipped down to her slim shoulders and pulled down on them, Trixie’s eighteen-incher took care of her last fuck-hole.
Thunderously full of cock in both pussy and plot, Gleaming moaned deliriously into Dusk’s mouth. Bobbing her hips up and down carefully so she didn’t bang her poor head on the above cot, she hopped up and down on the two cumpipes as they barreled into her love tunnels, lips smacking with Dusk’s the whole way. Her G-Spot was being jackhammered by Dusk’s cock where Trix’s tongue had once scrubbed at its surface. Lust and the need to be bred shot through her body like an electrical shock, and her favorite fuckbuddies were all too eager to satisfy both needs repeatedly.
Trix, right under Gleaming’s cock-stuffed form, could do little but tighten his grip around her sculpted hips to help her impale herself further and further on his tool. His body was twitching uncontrollably at the velveteen tightness engulfing his tool, juices from Dusk’s previous frosting session making a crazy grin stretch on his face. It only took several thrusts for him to fully hilt himself into Gleaming this time.
Trix would have thanked Dusk for making the task easier, if his entire being wasn’t centered around drilling into the oven-like depths of this slatternly soldier.
As for Dusk, he never imagined that this would be the way he and his sister got closer at evening’s start, but he was not complaining. Mainly because Gleaming was sucking the air from his heaving lungs with every smoking kiss she stole from him. Probably also because the only way he could be closer to Gleaming, with his dick pounding away in her gushing slit, would be if they were cross-stitched together. Also, the feel of Gleaming moaning mindlessly into his ear had winnowed Dusk’s mental vocabulary to ‘fuck’, ‘so tight’, ‘why haven’t we fucked earlier’, and whatever garbled gasp Gleaming’s lips on his neck could draw out.
It was after their fifth minute of doing this, sweat beading on their writhing bodies, that they came almost simultaneously. Gleaming was first off that cliff, sprawling her precious maresap over Dash and Trix as they roughly pumped into her. Her hands fell to her heaving tits instead, tweaking those nips to draw out her amazing orgasm. Soon though, Trix would be doing a far better job at stoking her carnal fire, his climax filling Gleaming’s sofa-soft insides with fertile seed as he screamed her name.
Dusk was the last and longest to go, his final ram into Gleaming’s depths knocking on the door to her waiting womb. The second it asked what was there, a Luna Bay’s worth of cum finished the punchline with ferocious authority, her deepest chamber flooded with sticky fucksap as she instead wrapped her arms around the brother who had so thoroughly fertilized her. Dusk returned the motion, his hips uncontrollably jerking into Gleaming’s center as ropes of his cum made her belly swell against his tight abs.
Dusk had never felt more possessive of anything in his short life, and that included his Smarty Pants doll that one time.
Eventually, fatigue finally reigned over his libido, a night-long battle that left him hugging Gleaming tightly to him as they slumped into the cot. Trix was sprawled out to their right, hand massaging his throat, worn ragged by all the lecherous wailing he’d been doing. And their dicks slipped out of her stuffed depths one at a time, trails of cum leaking from her well-used holes.
“Well…” Gleaming managed to pant, dopey grin still on her face, “Think we… scored you two boys an early release.”
“Tomorrow… “ Dusk wheezed, “I’m…too tired…to make my getaway...”
“Awww… then which of you fine unicorns will help me get to Cade’s?“ The sloshing of Dusk and Trix’s payload roiled in Gleaming’s engorged belly as she rubbed it lovingly. “Thing of how dark and lonely it’ll be for a knocked up lil’ cockslut like me…” she teased.
“Gleam, I am your brother. That entitles you to my blood, my seed, and one of my kidneys, but this is an imposition.”
“You went two rounds with Trix, didn’t you?”
“Not with him moaning and being fucked in front of me, Gleam!”
“Wanna rephrase that, Dusk?”
“Want me to caulk your mouth shut with my cock, Gleam?”
“Want me to slurp out your soul while I’m at it, Dusk?”
“Trix has a question.”
Both siblings shot blazing glares toward the sweaty showstallion, still an absolute slab of blue-tinged beefcake next to them. “Do either of you care if Trix gets an iota of sleep before you bitch at each other like a married couple!”
“No, we’re not!“
“And what if we do?”
Dusk stared bug-eyed at the salaciously grinning Gleaming, once again having spoken at the same time as her. “Please say ‘psyche’, Gleaming. Bad enough I’ve gotta spin an excuse for Cade, don’t make me have to do one for Rarity too!”
“What makes you think Rarity will even know about this?” Gleaming cooed.
“Sis. Really.” Dusk said.
Gleaming’s ears drooped. “Right. Rarity. Suprised she didn’t ‘port here when you moaned my name, offering us pointers.”
All three ponies tensed at an aristocratic cough emitting from around the corner. “Please tell Trix our cell was the only one you unlocked, Miss Gleaming,” Trix said breathlessly.
“Deadsure I did.” Gleaming swung to her feet, swaying a little at her still-swollen stomach. “So then… I hold Rarity down, you get first tickle, Dusk?”
“Yeah. Tickle.” Dusk followed Gleaming out of the cell, his shimmering fuck-staff still tapping at his knee. “That’s totally what I’ll be doing tonight.”
