BuckBalls, Braggarts, & Breeding - Oh My!
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BuckBalls, Braggarts, & Breeding - Oh My!
“And Applejack is really sorry about the mix-up, Fiddlesticks, so i-if you want anything-”
“For the last time, Fluttershy - the only thing I want is you to cool. Your. Jets.” A creamy hoof booped playfully off Fluttershy’s heaving chest on each of the last three words. “That you came to help somepony you barely even knew is in your element, Fluts. Pun fully intended.”
“Yes, but…” Fluttershy bit her lip, turning back to the kitchen counter embarrassedly. “... if I’d been more careful with Applejack’s appointment, you might not have needed my… help.”
“I mean, I’m damn happy that I don’t actually need a colonoscopy,” giggled Fiddlesticks. “Especially considering the other mares who helped me might die of embarrassment afterwards.”
Fluttershy fervently nodded, her eyelashes fluttering as she washed the last of the dishes in that shiny white sink. Fiddlesticks herself was busy fluttering her eyelashes for a different reason - her gracious glee at the show on the TV screen several feet away from them. It wasn’t every day that BuckBall Bowl XLVII was available for a pony like Fiddlesticks to see in glorious high-def.
The way the two winged mares in front of the screen were acting, though, it was like their sexy, scrumptious bodies were at stake in that match.
“Oh, come the flock on!” yelled the pegasus to the left on that couch, barely covered in a black training bra and grey leggings with rainbow-striped lightning bolts trailing down the sides. It matched the multi-colored flare of her mane, as well as every jagged dip and curve of her sky-blue coat that rippled with fine-sculpted muscle, which thankfully didn’t hide her hourglassed figure. At least, thankfully to Fiddle’s grateful eyes. “I know that pass wasn’t a turnover, Lightning Dust! At least try to pretend you know how this sport works!”
“And what’ll you do if I don’t, Crash?” taunted the pegasi next to Rainbow Dash. Her coat was a rich pea-green compared to Dash, but no less shredded and statuesque. Her shoulders heaved each time she leaned on her end of the couch, her hay-bale golden mane trickling over each shoulder like honey onto a plate of pancakes. And the button-down shirt tied just short of Dust’s belly button, as well as the jeans almost painted to her supermodel-like legs, were a welcome sight to Fiddlestick’s eyes too. “I already beat you to that stupid hospital several minutes ago; don’t think you’ll do much better in an actual beat-em-up, wannabe.”
“You sucker-punched me in the gut when we were supposed to shake hands on the bet!” Dash shot back, her cheeks a blazing purple as she stuck out her tongue at Dust. “Cheater!”
“It was a slap, Dash. Don’t know how you even felt it, those abs I hit felt like you chiseled them off this Cloudominum’s walls!“ snapped Dust, dodging Dash as she attempted to slap her back. “‘Sides, I’m not the one getting winded carrying one doped-up pony to my house! The whole way back I thought you were the one sedated, not Fiddle!”
Fluttershy shook her head. “I’m really sorry about that, Fiddle,” she said, stepping back from the sink. If Dash’s house wasn’t closer than yours, I would have never-”
“Never apologize for that, Flutter.” Fiddlesticks, for her sake, was fighting back a grin. “Seeing my mare-friend and the hottest Wonderbolt cadet ever, swooping in to save me? Worth every prick and poke.”
Fluttershy meeped at the remembrance of just what relation Fiddle and Dust shared. “Oh. R-right. Well, speaking of… are you sure the sedation isn’t too much for you? S-should I stay here a bit longer?”
“Fine, really.” Fiddlesticks waved Fluttershy off, tho her body wobbled dangerously from her elbow-propped perch on the kitchen counter. “Okay… yeah, I’ll be careful. Bad enough I couldn’t even walk back to my home, now I need a maid to keep me from doing something stupid?”
“Oh, it was nothing,” Fluttershy said. “The bit you gave me for my pet-sitter was more than enough thanks.”
“Right. Sorry. Day off and all.” Fiddle kinda felt a little guilty now. “Great meal you’ve got ready for me though, Flutter, I’m starved.”
Fluttershy nodded proudly, eyes shooting down to the lit oven to Fiddlestick’s right. Of course, she then needed to tear those eyes off of Fiddle’s skimpy green shirt and knee-high pants as well. “Um, it should be ready in about twenty minutes. I-I should head back, make sure Applejack is okay.”
“Sure thing, Flutter.” Fiddle said, watching the voluptuous Element of Kindness scamper her way to the main door. “Any other parting words of wisdom, cutie?”
If Fiddle could harness whatever bolt made that line of fur down Fluttershy’s spine stand on end at her words, she could probably keep the Cloudominium lit for a month.
“J-just be careful, okay?” Fluttershy shivered fearfully, her eyes shooting over to the winged mares on that couch. “I... I know Dash and Dust can be a hoof-ful at times. D-don’t let them get you into any trouble.”
Then a snap of the door echoed out, and Fluttershy was gone. It was then that Fiddle’s grin shot to wicked lengths as she flipped out the small bottle she had hidden in her hand.
“Whoopsies. Had my fingers crossed, Flutter.” Fiddle purred, holding up those fingers on her other hand. “Hope you don’t mind.”
After dumping the contents of that bottle into the two sodas on the counter. Fiddle’s eyes shot back to her marefriend. The game they had on was paused - thanks to the TiVo - flashing furiously above the giant screen before both Dust and Dash’s eyes - as they were deep in another argument. Apparently, Dust was quite the verbal combatant with the Element of Loyalty.
“...well don’t worry Dust-biter,” Dash hissed, almost snout-to-snout with her one-time Academy rival. “Those balls of yours’ll deflate real fast when your precious Patritrot Tom Shady steps ou-”
“It’s Tom Neighdy!” Dust hissed, the pillow she threw doing a better job of collecting with Dash’s noggin. “And you’re one to talk about a Buckball Bowl team skating by on bullshit - your oh-so-unstoppable Baltimare Ravens wouldn’t even be selling popcorn if every team they faced wasn’t the literal runts of the litter!”
“Oh, maybe if they nearly blew away my friends strutting their stuff you’d like that, huh?”
“One! Time! And you sure seemed eager to make it up to Rarity with that tongue of yours!”
“Oh, you wish you could satisfy Fiddle that fast, Dust!”
“Some of us aren’t minute-mares, Crash!”
“Some of us wanna hear somebody besides ourselves scream our names, Bust!”
“I volunteer as tribute, then!”
Both Dash and dust whirled to face Fiddle, jaws agape in both shock and shame. Fiddle didn’t share either emotion though, her eyes sizing up both pegasi as if they were brand-new violas.
“Now now, you don’t need to fight over who’s best at pleasing who, do you?” she slurred, cursing herself for how rudely it intruded on what was supposed to be her come-hither cadence. Thankfully the sodas she offered to both pegasus mares helped with her amicable air. “Maybe one of you fine mares has a seat for me?”
Dust almost bowled over herself to pull up a cushion for Fiddle to rest her dainty derriere upon. “Anything for you, Fiddle,” she breathed, eyes twinkling with unbridled affection. “Sorry about the jaw-jacking with Dash - I shoulda remembered you hate that.”
Fiddle was slowly being convinced otherwise, though. Seeing those abrasive insults fly from both strapping pegasi mares was... quite thrilling. “Found some new things to take up that list, if it helps any.”
“Yeah…” Dash guiltily added, taking her first sip. “Swear, even if it wasn’t Fluttershy hollering, I would’ve been here. I mean, you had a… a…”
“Tube up my butt?” Dash winced at the statement by Fiddle, while Dust rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s water under the bridge now. Mostly I’m just parched and hungry. Good thing I never drank down the thing that would make me… make me…” Then she broke down into a fit of giggles, her head hanging drunkenly as she braced herself harder on her cushion. “You’d think it’d be easier for me to say ‘shit’ when it’s actually appropriate, right? I mean, Dust and I use it like you use ‘awesome’, Dashie!”
Now Dash was blushing for a different reason, though the grin she forced to hide it was doing its job splendidly. “Still shoulda had this all flossed out beforehand.’
“Don't worry, Dash - even I was shocked!” Fiddle tapped a finger on her chin. “Doctor Horse wanted some appointment or other with me after my physical last week, so I got Fluttershy to accompany me since it was this big embarrassing thing. Then I was in a gown, had the IV hooked, Redheart asked about my name and birth, and… surprise! Apparently, I’m three years older than their records say I should be.”
Again, another giggle spilled from Fiddle’s full lips.
“Fucked up, is what that is,” Dust muttered behind her, her fingers flexing angrily around the soda can she was pounding down. “Buncha mixed numbers and a shared mane style and the docs get this close-” Dust held up one forefinger and thumb, centimeters apart. “-to sticking pipes up the plot of my sexy strummer.”
Fiddle rolled her eyes playfully, leaning on Dust’s shoulder. “Nice to know that your ‘sexy strummer’ is clean as a whistle though, right?”
Dust said nothing in response throat flexing at the image likely playing through her mind. Dash, realizing the discomfort, hit PLAY on the TiVo to give her some cover. Thankfully, the volume of the ongoing BuckBall Bowl XLVII match was not even close to drowning out Fiddle, and Dust’s hand stroking Fiddle’s blue mane made the rest of the Earth pony’s words flow out like syrup.
“Mmmm…. I shouldn’t even be tellin’ you about this, should I?” Fiddle purred, nestling her head further into Dust’s side. "You all unknowing and preoccupied, flipping through magazines in your lean-to, hearing about your wonderful marefriend being anally probed…”
Dust swallowed thickly, throwing away her empty drink can. “They didn’t. That’s what matters.“
“Y-yeah,” Dash added doing the same with her empty can. “The exam never happened right? Redheart caught it in time, and now your ass is fine?” The fifty-degree-below glare Dust shot Dash know just how lewd that sentence sounded, and the Element of Loyalty almost choked on her saliva backtracking. “Figuratively, I meant! Totally figurative!”
Fiddle fought back the urge to d’awwww at that. Not only because she had a plan for how this day would turn out, but because Dash’s bright blush was too cute to call off right that second.
“Well then.. you know what I thought about?” Fiddle instead said. “When you two wonderful angels swooped from the noon sky, putting your petty squabbles aside to help lil’ ol' me?”
“What was it?” Dash curiously piped up. Even Dust’s eyes were focused on her now instead of the game.
“Well, you asked so nicely, so…” And then Fiddle let the hammer drop. “‘If I wanna finally get fucked in the ass, the time is now.’ That’s what I thought.”
Dash, halfway through draining a can of Spectra Cola, sprayed the spot on her couch with rainbowed droplets in shock. Dust didn’t make a noise, but her jaw had dropped so far that Fiddle thought it would gouge another rip in her well-torn jeans.
“Run that by me again, Fiddle?” Dust squeaked, unsure if her hearing had failed her. Certainly, her blood wasn’t hindered any, fast as it shot down to a much more receptive part of her body.
“Sorry. I guess that was a random thought, isn't it?” Fiddle went on, seemingly oblivious to how abruptly she’d just blurted out her desires. 'Seemingly' being the operative term, considering the tawdry grin she sported. “Butt-blasting isn’t usually what I do, right? Just music, and long walks in the park, and taking a shining to blonde-maned ponies stewing after being booted from the ‘Bolts.” Her eyelashes fluttered lovingly, first to Dust and then Dash. “But lately, I’ve been feeling a bit more… adventurous, you know?”
“Well… I mean, nothing’s wrong with a little adventure…” Dash said, her mind decidedly not on the Daring Do novels still scattered around her end of the couch. No, her mind was busy in traction on Fiddle’s words, taking explicit note of how Fiddle was stretching out on her seat - and both Dust and Dash’s laps - like a satisfied cat. “B-but what made you wanna pick that fork?”
“I’ve been clean as a whistle for soooo long...” Fiddle interjected, inspecting her nails. “Plus, I’ll never be more dulled to pain than I am right now… and to be fair, I’ve wanted a siege ram up against those walls of mine for a while.” A chuckle followed.“And yeah, I might have some liquid courage steeling me. That a problem?”
Lightning Dust, after a few seconds that felt like eternities to her panicking mind, scurried through her bags draped over her half of the couch. Soon, she pulled out a bottle, and her heartbeat slowed to a less frantic pace. It was emptier, but not that empty. Still plenty of distilled cider left in there to get well and truly sloshed on.
But if the anesthesia was making Fiddle this loopy, just what could the cider be doing? And more importantly…
“...how’d you even get into this, Fiddle?” Dust asked the musician relying on her lap. “I had this in here the whole time I burst into this cloud-hole in the wall.”
“Hilarious, Dust,” Dash snippily replied.
“And, I did it the same way I got you eager to get in that Incredibolts burrito eating contest, silly.” Fiddle teased, booping Dust’s nose as the green mare loomed over her. “By inspiring your fire.”
“W-wait, you and Dust got into a burrito-eating contest?” Dash spluttered, guffaws soon exploding from her blue lips. The light of the tv did a wonderful job of highlighting every dip and dent on her ab-packed stomach as she laughed her ass off. “Oh, now you have to tell me how that went, Fiddle!”
Before Dust could tell Dash to shut up - or Fiddle not to spill - the latter mare did just that. “Six of the biggest bean-loaded bad boys I’d ever seen. Six of the most dangerous hot sauces known to mare or stallion alike. And all for this… crazy-large replicaglove the main villain in that Incredibolts movie wore when he was using that pointer magic to fling Mr. Incredibolt around! And Dust managed to eat all of those burritos in one go! It was amazing, I didn’t even think Dust would go for that shit!“
Dust’s face looked like a watermelon slice at this point. “I wasn’t that voracious,” she grumbled.
“Oh you were, my sexy little snout-stuffer.” purred Fiddle, finally sitting up on her hands, the fingers clenching possessively into Dust’s trembling thigh. And especially so on the hoof-thick bulge pushing out against the denim covering her thigh. “It was fucking cool, Dust. And I’ve always wanted to match that intensity you’ve embodied ever since, instead of just stoking it.”
“B-but like… plot-pounding?” Dust breathed heavily. “Right in front of that wannabe Dash, too-?”
“You saw me frolicking in that fountain the one time. Strutting around in that T-shirt you won - and only that T-shirt. I even kissed you right over the spires of the Wonderbolt Academy. I’m quite the master of doing stupid shit sober already, Dust.” Fiddle said, her voice as sensual as it was matter-of-fact. “And if the stuff I slipped you works as fast as it claims, you’re about to be well-equipped to see me through some more daring shit in a few seconds.”
Dust couldn't even find it in herself to ask just what it was that Fiddle had been tinkering with. Her collar was hot, her groin even hotter, and Fiddle was looking like a snack and a half right now. Besides, Dust found herself concurring with Fiddle’s words, internally at least.
Enough that she was silent long enough so that Fiddle to continue.
“Also? I think Dash is really hot, and I know you think so too.” Fiddle’s eyebrows wiggled enticingly. “Especially in your little dick-measuring contests.”
Dust stiffened. Her thigh muscles tightened. The muscle packed between her pea-green thighs was throbbing and achingly hard now. And a couch’s length away, Dash was squirming in the same way, a tell-tale bulge rising like a corralled boa constrictor inside her own straining leggings.
“So, what do you both say?” Fiddle asked, rolling onto her stomach. Her tongue flitted tentatively as she nipped the remote from Dust’s trembling fingers. “That eating contest did far worse to your ass than what you’re hiding in your jeans could ever do to mine, Dust.”
Despite herself, Dust didn’t respond. Her libido was like a tsunami, demanding she play Flitter’s body like Flitter was playing the volume of the remote. Soon, the only sound in this room of Dash’s Cloudominium was the whisper-like roars of the game’s crowd, Dash’s nervous swallows, and Dust’s husky pants.
Especially with the smooth curvature of Fiddle’s ass in those pants, only feet from Dust’s clenched hands.
“And you, Dash…” Fiddle asked, her tail flagging up. Her smile grew as she watched Dash’s pink eyes dilate.“You’ve been so devoted. So ambitious. So driven to bring the passion that shot you through the Wonderbolts’s ranks to every competitor you face.” Her eyelashes fluttered. “Well, how about when you’re both over the same thing? Or rather… the same pony?”
Dash chuckled, but it was half-nervous, half-anticipatory. “W-what do you mean? Y-you’re Dust’s girl, I s-swear I’m not interes-”
“Pull those eyes off of my tits for two seconds and I might believe that.”
Dash almost leaped in her seat, mouth jutting open to the way to deliver a dozen different apologies that lodged in her throat. But Fiddle’s voice brokered no shame or ire - just impish, illicit glee. And eventually Dash relaxed, realizing just what Fiddle was asking of her.
And how little her body protested that carnal call.
“Well?” Fiddle asked, her indigo tail flicking in lazy arcs before Dust’s face. “I’m in the mood for some three-player games right about now.” Shifting on the square cushion she was on, her eyes finally drifted to the tv; but the shifting, sinewy globes of her ass and her tail were still a show for Dust and Dash’s eyes only. “Think you both have what it takes for this physical challenge?”
Forward as she was in voice, Applejack-like she was in appearance, it was probably inevitable that Dash would be the first to act. Her body flexed forward, Dash wetting her lips as she took the first daring touch up Fiddle’s thigh, eyes flicking back to Dust just in case. After Fiddle’s purr, Dust simply rolled her shoulders and nodded, and Dash continued.
So the blue pegasi continued her stroking of Fiddle’s lanky leg, her powerful muscles twitching blissfully under Dash’s blue hand. Slowly, Dash’s hand trod closer to those soft flanks of Fiddle, the earth pony biting her lip in emancipation. She could feel the billowing heat from the athletic Dash drifting closer to her nostrils, she could feel Dash’s other hand trailing down her arm, and if Dash moved her head just a little bit to the right, Fiddle could literally feel Dash breath down her goosebump-ridden neck…
…or Dash could snatch the remote out of Fiddle's hand and crash back on the squashy sofa instead.
“Hahaaaa! Got it! Score one for Miss Shock-n’-Awesome!” Dash crowed.
Fiddle, after a few minutes, raised an eyebrow. “Really?” she cockily asked.
“REALLY?!” Dust’s voice was a far louder mirror than Fiddle\s, an absolutely scandalized blush on her face now.
“Y-yeah.” Dash flashed a smile that looked more triumphant than the blue pegasi felt on the inside. “And… what if I did? What are you going t-to do about it?”
After a minute… “I’m sure something will come to me.” And then Fiddle rolled her seat right between the two pegasuses again, nibbling lightly on one fingernail. “For now, tell me more about this match. I’ve spent enough time talking about my wants.
Both Dust and Dash were all too fast to start spitting out facts like it was a game of Trivia Trot, Fiddle’s amorous asides lost in the flames of their competitive spirits. Three seconds after both pegasus’s eyes were back on the TV, Fiddle went to work herself.
Slowly, her right hand drifted to the button atop Dust’s pants, popping it with ease similar to how she drew notes from her violas. Then her hand dipped into the tent bulging at that denim, Dust’s eyes widening to the size of dinner plates.
“Fiddle…” Dust said, but the tenuousness in her voice withered as much as the tool Fiddle soon gripped in her hand swelled.
In a flash, Dust’s wrist-thick cock was fished out to the air of the living room. It was almost pink at its tip, the trip to that blunt head going through an ever-throbbing column of coral-to-jade skin and veins that flushed with every pump of Fiddle’s hand around its base. Dust’s medial ring, trapped between Fiddle’s middle and index finger, was shiny with all the blood flushed there. And the head was just as shiny, thanks to the slate-colored dollops of pre-cum beading there.
Slowly, Fiddle then turned to Dash, planning on exciting the oblivious Element of Loyalty as much as she was her rival’s ramrod. Shoving her shoulder right against Dash’s, she cooed. “So, is your favorite buckballer as rough as me?”
Dash didn’t turn to look to her - or the expert handjob she was giving the heavily panting Dust - but she grinned anyway. “No, it’s more like this!” And suddenly both Fiddle and Dust were bopping their trim bodies against one another’s. The air was soon thick with the light layer of sweat from all three ponies, and Dash and Fiddle’s jolly laughter.
Well, that and the almost foal-like meeps from Dust as Fidlde’s hand alternated between gripping her greenish balls and tracing every vein along her log-like length.
But it wouldn’t take long for Dash to realize just what the amorous Fiddle was really seeking more of this day. At the fifteenth jab of her shoulder, Dash was suddenly splayed on the couch entirely. Before Dash could complement the strength emanating from Fiddle’s betrayingly light figure, Fiddle’s hand fisted in the hem of Dash’s colorful tights and yanked them over her light-blue thighs. Suddenly, Dash’s foot-long fuckpole was bobbing, freed from its constricting bottoms, jutting even higher upwards as Dash’s jaw was dropping down.
“Wow!” Dash said, her muscled hips jutting up instinctually into Fiddle’s left hand. “Dust, you seeing th-oh.”
As Dash had witnessed before pleasure made her eyes roll into her head, Dust was seeing nothing thanks to how closed her eyes were. Right now, the green pegasus’s mind was focused on closing her thighs around Fiddle’s other hand to feel more of Fiddle’s pumps. Electricity was thrumming through her body with every dip and curl of Fiddle’s fingers around her prominent prick. And Dust could already feel climax building behind her loins, a feeling like churning magma that Dust chased with every rise of her hips.
The dwindling sensible part of Dust’s mind wondered if Fiddle really was as sedated as she said.
That was, until Fiddle’s hands left both her lovers’ erections. Sanity returned to both pegasuses’ minds at that point, along with a frustrated growl from their lips.
They wouldn't stay unsated for long though. With a purr that mirrored the catlike curiosity in her dilated eyes, Fiddle adjusted herself on her seat so she was vertical along both of her futamares’ laps. Then her hooves went to work curling around Dust’s cock again, and both of Fiddle’s hands started pumping at Dash’s dick.
“Keep those hooves of mine around your end, okay Dustie?” Fiddle asked, her lidded eyes burning straight through to Dust’s rebel soul. “I know it’s not as tight as you’re used to, but... you know, the anesthesia and all…”
“You-ah!-got it.” Dust’s hands clasped over those buttery hooves of Fiddles, working her even tighter over her equipment. The flashing lights of the TV now paled in comparison to the lights bursting behind her eyelids, bliss now frying every sane thought left in Dust’s mind.
And she loved it, loved every minute that Fiddle stripped control from her just like she strummed at the strings of her instrument. She loved seeing how bold and shameless her marefriend could be, even if it was with somepony who Dust was in a teeth-clenched friendship with. Especially since Dust’s increasingly perverted mind drifting to thoughts of just how far over the edge Fiddle could pull Dash.
If it was anything like the hand-pumps and hot breaths Fiddle was bathing Dash’s glistening cock with, that Wonderbolt wouldn’t last seconds.
Within seconds, both pegasus mares were moaning, almost in tune with the slick sounds of their cocks being worked further out of their shafts - courtesy of the bath-warm hands and hooves of Fiddle. An orgasm was racing upon all three of them like Sonic Rainbooms, and twice as stunning a sight thanks to how Fiddle looked over both their laps.
“Shit, Fiddle,” Dash cursed breathily, her hips almost shuddering too much to flick her girthy fuckpole into Fiddle’s hands. “Guess we know who Fiddle’s really really thinks packs the heat now.”
“L-like hell.” chased Dust, angling her thrusts up into Fiddle’s hooves so Dash could see how much longer, how much wetter, her stallion-like shaft looked to Dash’s appreciative eyes. “She’s just piling the pity on you! And the second you see how hard I c-oh!-come, you’ll see why.”
“Oh, that’s rich!” Dash’s voice was staccato now, a shuddering sensuous mess of syllables as her balls almost pasted themselves to her groin. “Look at these abs, Dust. This thickness! This body!” And Dash braced her arms behind her back, her breasts as prominently displayed as her mare-braking member, which was still scant inches from Fiddle’s pursed lips. “And-and-then be jealous of how hot it’ll-it’ll look when I-I-oh fuuuc~”
Dash, then Dust, flew over their peaks nearly neck and neck, their final hip-jerks setting their release loose. Soon, they bathed Fiddle’s chin and legs in her long-sought prize. Over and over, thick ropes of cum burst from cocks both blue and green, those pearly streams twinkling like the polished floor over Fiddle as she moaned in glee. Within seconds, Fiddle was coated in white everywhere above her neck and below her flanks, even her tail drooping slightly under the clumps of seed stuck to it as she tugged her pants down to show her own dripping loins.
Loins that both Dust and Dash’s greedy eyes locked on as Fiddle rolled onto her side.
“Wow, you two…” Fiddle panted. “Great first-round picks from those hot and ready pricks!” Her nostrils flared to take in their musk, their sweat, the scrumptious sight of their trembling abs and lolling tongues. “So, who wants to get first down now?”
Within a second, both athletic pegasuses were on Fiddle, lifting her to a vertical kneel in a blur of limbs. Dash pinned Fiddle to her body possessively, lips crashing into Fiddle’s as their tongues immediately battled for dominance. Dust scowled at the sight enviously as she yanked her shirt and jeans off in furious motions - and then gripped Fiddle’s ass. It did the job Dust sought, making Fiddle break her kiss with Dash and wail wantonly for more of Dust's touch.
Soon, Fiddle was kicking her legs to free them of the unneeded leather pants, four hands working over every inch of her body that the pegasus mares hadn’t painted with jizz. Lust was making her own fur stand on end, her already dripping center gush, and her legs tremble. And it only got better when the fully naked Dust finally laid down just under her perky ask, her green cock standing at attention and waiting for its perverted passenger.
Working her arms through the holes of her shirt to leave it flapping around her neck like a cape, Fiddle obliged her blond-maned pegasi's needs. Slowly, Fiddle straddled Dust’s lap, mightly trying to keep her chemically-induced drowsiness in check as she positioned herself right above Dust’s shiny snatch-stuffer. Then she stared down into Dust’s eyes, the adrenaline-thick pools of gold making Fiddle feel like a million bits just for snagging so insatiable - and endowed - a mare.
Next, Fiddle stared at her newfound playmate for this afternoon; and what a sight Dash was proving to be! The blue pegasus had shed everything below her waist seconds before, even her training bra rolled up and hooked behind her neck to reveal her ravishing rack. Looming over the crouching musician, Dash looked every bit as statuesque as a Wonderbolt prospect should be, each dip and curve of her cerulean muscles like slabs of prime-cut meat.
FIddle would have spent all day licking the sweat marbling those abs and tits if Dash demanded it. But she’d also settle for letting her cum-hungry tongue drink from the tap; specifically, the head of the throbbing dick Dash was pumping between her tendon-thick legs. And oh, look; the height that this Element of Loyalty boasted had made it so that her teal tool was right at Fiddle’s lip-level! All this, after she was still trembling at feeling Dash’s tongue triumphantly taking her eager mouth?
Suddenly, Fiddle found herself loving doctor’s visits. Or at least, how they were turning up for her afterward.
“Oh look Dash, “ taunted Dust, gripping her own cock to line it with Fiddle’s drooling slit. “I’m about to score the wettest cavern in Equestria. Guess you’re not the fastest mare in here after all?”
“That right, ‘Dustie’?” Dash playfully mocked, sidling closer to Fiddle’s face as the musical mare started slobbering over the girth of her fucklog. “‘Cause I think Fiddle could drown you with what’s coming ou-oh!-out of her mouth right now.”
Then Dash batted her cock against Fiddle’s flaming cheeks, ready to stake her own claim in the slatternly string-strummer.
“Or rather, what’ll be shooting into it soon.”
Then Fiddle’s sinuses and tastebuds were plugged with nothing but the musk and taste of Rainbow Ramrod, as Dash finally holstered her dick in her open maw. Dash's smell, her size, and her salty taste were driving Fiddle up the wall, and she knew that this leap of faith she’d taken today would have her landing on Cloud Nine. Nirvana washed over every part of her body like maple syrup, and her thighs were twitching amorously in hopes that Dust could match the mind-melting feeling of fullness.
Of course, Dust delivered with fucking authority. With a languid lunge of her hips, Fiddle’s slot was instantly packed to the brim with maremeat, her clit so wet that the bubblegum-colored head of Dust’s horsecock slipped in without issue. It was when the rest of Dust’s erection tried to get through the tight trench of Fidlde’s depths that issues erupted; namely, that Fiddle was so exotically tight there that Dust felt like she’d bust both nuts early.
And Mommy Dust hadn’t raised a minute-mare.
“F-for Faust’s sake, Fiddle!” Dust growled ferally, Fiddle’s juices liberally soaking her thighs and the couch, and nearly making Dust choke on her own lust-thick words. “I-isn’t anesthesia supposed to make your body relax?”
“M-maybe you’re just too big for her cunt, you horndog!” Dash panted, her hips rocking slowly but strongly into Fiddle’s burbling mouth. “B-but her mouth’s like a sauna, it’s shooo goood~”
Dust’s wolfish grin at the sound of Dash’s medial ring slipping past the well-lubricated lips of Fiddle could have sent a Timberwolf running scared. “F-far from, Crash! Fiddle just loves-” And a flick of her hips sent more of Dust’s still halfway-lodged dick into Fiddle’s pussy, a dangerously breathless moan from Fiddle making Dash’s knees knock in bliss. “When I make my fat breeding stick fit in her. And I love knowing -umph- that no amount of chemicals will ever make my Fiddle anything but a challenge to fuck deeply.”
With those fighting words, both mares set about making Fiddle hold more of their crotch-rockets in her twin bays. Fiddle was soon adding her own motions to the carnal mix, hopping harder on Dust’s lap to finish slipping her medial ring past her pussy lips, while swiveling her tongue around Dash’s cock. The winged mares’ movements made it hard to align - so wracked with pleasure that their movements were out of sync - but Fiddle’s clit gushed anyways.
She loved how swiftly Dust and Dash robbed her of oxygen and sanity each time they thrashed into her supple body.
But Fiddle wanted more still.
“H-hold my arms back, Dash!” she shuddered out as she yanked her lips off of Dash’s tool, almost wanting to slap herself for letting such a blazingly hot erection out of her muzzle.
Dash, still trying to remember how to use her mouth for anything but panting and moaning, took a while to regain her composure. “P-pardon, Fiddle?”
“Grip my arms behind my back, while you fill my throat,” murmured Fiddle, the volume of her voice ricocheting like the schlicking sounds of Dust’s cock hollowing out her pussy’s depths. “So I can't do anything while you-OHFUCK-which you both have… your way with me.”
After a second, Dash got the message. She sidled closer to Fiddle, cradling both of the musical mare’s wrist together with one hand. Dash's other hand then nestled in the darker-blue mane of Fiddle, and Fiddle rewarded the Wonderbolt cadet for her restraint - literal and figurative - by launching her mouth onto Dash’s erection again, finally getting all fourteen inches of the Element of Loyalty’s fuckstick down her throat.
And speaking of loyalty, Fiddle was starting to wonder if she should pledge oaths to the massive members flicking in and out of her needy holes. Dust was sweating up a storm below her, but her eyes were wide and sparkling with ferocious energy as she plowed herself into Fiddle. Dash’s new angle as she carnally curled over Fiddle allowed her to smoothly slide into Fiddle’s mouth, her flaring length locked Fiddle away from needed air every time she hilted in. These two wonderful pegasuses’ movements were synchronizing at last, their ceaseless thrusts now a carnal concerto turning Fiddle into a puddle of endorphins.
With a howl around Dash’s cock - and tightening of her legs around Dust’s hips - Fiddle came hard, a waterfall of sticky marecum turning the battering ram barreling into her clit from warm to volcanic in its intensity. Her release made her gurgle incoherently, despite how oxygen-deprived she was, and Dash responded by flooding her with cloying batter as she orgasmed. Dash’s climax chugged thrown the veins in her shaft like a derailed locomotive, the ropes of steamy sap almost swelling Fiddle’s stomach with its volume.
Dust sneered triumphantly for half a second, the sight only visible to Fiddle due to Dash’s head being thrown back in bliss. Then Dust's face twisted in bliss, she clutched Fiddle’s creamy rump as hard as Fiddle’s cunt was her tool, and she exploded inside the mare riding her. Silvery streams of seedpounded against the entrance to Fiddle’s womb, around the velvety yet vice-like walls of her cunny, and past to splatter on the floor.
But just in case Dust needed more audio cues as to how well her climax was received, the sloshing noises as Dust’s and Fiddle’s cum gushing as their hips slapped and ground together made a trilling cry slip from Dust’s mouth.
“Shiiit, FIddle,” Dust panted as she saw Dash’s cock finally squelched out of Fiddle’s marshmallowy depths. Despite herself, Dust had never seen a hotter sight than her rival’s cock, finished from its deep-throating directive in her mare's mouth, still diamond-hard as it tapped against Dash’s thigh. “That was… so intense. And you were right, Fiddle; Dash is good at this.”
“You know it…” Dash purred, slipping into the couch, her face almost disappearing behind the limp strands of her rainbowed mane. “Fuck, I’m… still so pent-up though.”
Several throat-bulging gulps later, and Dust had a new contender for ‘hottest sight today'; seeing Fiddle lick her cream-colored lips and look at Dash like a still-starving lioness.
“Then.. we should fix that should we?” Fiddle cooed, sluggishly crawling over Dash and wrapping her arms around Dash’s waist. Slowly, she kissed a trail up Dash’s abs, loving how each of those pips of blueish muscle jumped at the touch of her swollen lips. Then her lips drifted to the pendulous tits of Dash, tongue wrapping licentiously around the tiny barbells ringing each of those nipples. In seconds, Dash was sliding her crotch into Fiddle’s soaked one as the mare sucked on her neck, her blue prick frotting between Fiddle’s cheeks with reckless abandon.
“Watch out there, Fiddle,” Dust wantonly groaned, feeling her own length regaining its size and hardness as she watched Fiddle work Dash like a cerulean oboe. “Might start wondering if you want Dash to pack that hot slot of yours more’n me…”
“And if I do?” Fiddle’s voice was avaricious, coaxing, as she licked a trail up to one of Dash’s pierced ears. “What are you going to do about i- oh FUCK~!”
Fiddle’s glass-piercing curse came as a result of Dust lunging her tongue into Fiddle’s other hole: more puckered, more hidden, but no less receptive to the wet muscle making it sparkle. In fact, that spot might've been even needier than her vice-like pussy, Dust’s salivating smooches making Fiddle roll her ass against Dust’s pea-green erection instead of Dash’s cock.
Dash would not lose out in this contest for Fiddle’s affections, however. Tugging Fiddle’s face down for a bruising kiss, Dash shuddered sensually at the feeling of her toffee-tasting cum soaking on her tongue via Fiddle’s motions. One of her hands then knotted in Dust’s flaxen mane, pushing her further into the pillowy posterior of Fiddle as she hotly mewled into Fiddle's drooling mouth.
Breaking from Fiddle's lip-lock with a soft pop, Dash took the time to study Dust’s face, hidden as it was between Fiddle’s creamy ass-cushions. Dust’s well-fucked face almost looked deliciously... Daring at this point, and she wasn’t just talking about the tomb-raiding pony.
“You like that, huh…?” Dash teased Dust, her hips flicking again at the mouthwatering sight.
“Much as I love you cumming before me,” Dust breathed. And with another lick to Fiddle’s scrumptious plot, Dust was suddenly front-to-back with Fiddle, staring holes through Dash as her own member slid invitingly close to the hole of Fiddle's that she’d been preparing to plunder. “Maybe I should claim that smart mouth of yours, too, Crash.”
Dash’s tongue battled lustily over her wet lips, slipping her length up the valley of pink flesh surrounding Fiddle’s cunt. A rapturous cry from that very mare made Dash’s eyelashes flutter lovingly too. “Hope you don’t leave Fiddle out to dry while you’re wetting your whistle, then.”
“Oh don’t worry, hotness,” And then Dust sank the tip of her blunt cock-head into that backdoor of Fiddle, her jackal-like grin only growing at the sound of Flitter’s second and louder cry. “I’m the mare you’ve got who can do both.”
Fiddle was in complete ecstasy, much as it surprised her that such a place could be so swelteringly, sensuously hot. She could feel the pulsing bulges of the pegasus mares’ members, grinding against her through the walls of her most intimate chambers. The anesthesia weighing on her ravished nerves was nothing against the intoxicating must plugging her nostrils and electrifying her heart. Plus, Dust and Dash were getting just as enticed by each other’s bodies as they were the mare they were fucking, as they shared a kiss so lengthy and hungry that Fiddle almost came again on the spot.
Speaking of, Dash next thrust into Fiddle brought her futacock rubbing up against Fiddle’s G-spot.
Fiddle moaned throatily at the contact, and as if stirred by her sordid sonnet, both winged mares pressed themselves flush against her in response. Their limbs locked around her as they kissed Fiddle deeply, one after the other, until Fiddle didn’t know where Dash’s nips at her lower lip ended and Dust’s tangling of her tongue around Fiddle's mouth began.
Not that Fiddle wanted either of those actions to ever end.
Then Fiddle was being gloriously ping-ponged between them, Dust’s long and leaking length plowing into her plot each time Dash’s girthy tool left her pussy to tease at the edges of her cuntlips. Their hands were everywhere at this point - blue palms kneading at Fiddle’s rumps as Dust’s massaged the knots in Fiddle’s flexing shoulders and back.
‘Oh, Fiddle…” That was Dash under Fiddle, hands now wound around Fiddle’s knobby shoulders as she used them to force her deeper on her already bulging fuckpole. “Y'sure you’re not a Buckbowl cheerleader? B-fuck-because you’ve never got my spirits higher than r-right now!”
“Awww, still so tense after a doctor’s visit?” And that was Dust behind her thrashing body, just panting hotly into the crook of Fiddle’s neck as she slurped a trail around her collarbone. “Maybe you should turn your head and scream for me.”
Soothing and all-encompassing on the outside, raw and rough on the inside? Fiddle could feel orgasm number two creeping on her like the first sighting of a roaring malestrom. And she wanted to be lost in it, more than any haze Ponyville General could ever give her. She wanted to fall endlessly into the sweet dreams of Dust and Dash, literally in a room made of clouds and yet spiriting Fiddle higher with every jab of their endowed hips. Their faces were lit by TV’s light, making them more like angels than the devilishly-smirking dynamos filling her to bursting with cock-meat.
And with a final twinned thrust of their hips into her, Fiddle got her wettest wish.
“Oh shit, Dust, Dash, yeeeeeeeees!” Fiddle screamed, going limp in both pegasuses’ grasp as her loins burst around the meatpoles clogging them. This time there was no delay - Dust and Dash viciously emptied themselves in her. Soon, the space between their convulsing centers was more lake than landing, their bodies bathed in hot cream and sticky love juices that jutted from Fiddle’s body.
As their climaxes continued, Dust wound her arms around Fiddle’s chest, finding holdings on the musical mare’s creamy areolas possessively as she emptied herself in her wailing mare-friend. Her mouth was occupied just as quickly, as Dash yanked her down for one final rough kiss, the metal bead on her tongue like a cool drink to the parched mouth of Dust. And at that hybrid moment, Dash and Dust saw something different, something desired, in each other’s dark eyes as pleasure and completeness flowed through their bodies.
The need to seed.
The need to make Fiddle crave what only they could give her.
And that they were still giving Fiddle, at two pints a second, their spunk, virile and viscous as it caulked Fiddle’s every fuckhole and painted her wobbling thighs.
Eventually, the cresting of their peaks finished, all three of them relaxing in their shared afterglow. Dust and Fiddle finally slumped to the side, Dash’s dick slipping out of Fiddle’s well-plumed pathways with a messy schlorp. Dash bit her lip at the lewd sound, one of her sinewy arms looping around to cuddle them close on the very damp couch they shared.
And in testament to how sated and exhausted Dust was, she didn’t even move to get that Element of Loyalty’s hand away from her. Instead, she nuzzled her face into it and ran her tongue along the crook of her blue palm. The light aftertaste of Fiddle’s cum lingered there, and Dust wondered, with the crumb-sized amount of concern still left in her bliss-battered body, just when Dash had gotten that hand in Fiddle’s drooling slit.
“God…” Fiddle breathed, her hand making the downward voyage to scoop up some of that delicious cream for her own taste-testing. “How long have I kept you on edge, Dust? I’m… so damned full!”
Dust laughed hoarsely, her tongue flitting out for more of that hot liquid on Dash’s fingertips. “Guess I’m just… what the docs really ordered,” she lamely responded, delighting in the dopey smirk it earned her from Fiddle.
“Don’t forget about me, you two…” Dash whispered, now kissing the shell of Fiddle’s ear. Her muscles bulged from her otherwise trim figure, just as overstimulated as the rest of her. “Don’t think I’ve had… as awesome a workout… as the one you gave me. I mean, I knew Fiddle was DTF like this earlier, I’d probably be headlining a Buckball Bowl single-handedly right no-”
Then Dash and Dust’s eyes widened at the same time, dreading realization now whipping its way through their minds.
“Shit, the game!” Dust howled, her eyes turning to the faint sounds emanating from the TV behind all three sweaty mares. “Don’t even… even think we saw the winning goal.”
Fiddle rolled her eyes, arms snaking around the two winged mares to lay a scorching kiss on each of their lips. The second they melted into her mouth, she spoke again. “Don’t worry, you two. Think you’ve made all the plays of the day you could want right here.” Then her legs spread revealing the pearly prize still dribbling out of her gaping holes.
Dust was the first to grin salaciously, craning her head down to lay sucking kisses along Fiddle’s neck. “Right as always, Fiddle.” she breathed against the inky marks forming under her lips. “In fact…”
“...how’s about we skip the BuckBall Bowl speeches, Fiddle…” Dash asked, fingers again drifting down to stretch out the edges of Fiddle’s dripping ponut. “And head on to the after-show?”
Fiddle’s watery yet wanton grin provided all the answers she’d need to provide them for the next few hours. By fuck, she was going to fill a room in her house with Viagrallop when she was done.
Assuming she could remember where it was after Dash and Dust were finished fucking her blue-maned brains out.
