Anything in Return

This wasn’t the first time Fiddlesticks had somepony eat her ass. It wasn’t even the first time this month! It was definitely the first time her sister’s wife had done it, however, and Fiddle couldn’t help but commend her on her work. She moved with a languid precision, a slow but steady pressure that served more to push her gradually to the edge than provide any sort of intense sensation.

With her forelegs bound behind her back and her cock still struggling against its enclosure, she was made to watch the most exciting scene she had seen in a while. While Lavender busied herself with Fiddle’s rear, her wife Apple Fritter was giving Lavender the most enthusiastic hoofjob Fiddle had ever laid eyes on.

Fritter moved her hooves with a fluid grace that Fiddlesticks didn’t know was possible from an Apple. So much tenderness, so much care… Fiddle allowed herself to get lost in the rise and fall of Fritter’s hooves as they caressed Lavender’s shaft. It was all she could really do, helpless as she was. Lavender’s patient tongue rendered Fiddle into an observer, a toy to be played with as Lavender herself was made to be the centerpiece of the room.

Fritter really was blindingly attractive. So immersed in the scene, so focused, she took on the features of a subject in a classical painting. Her countenance was ablaze with lust, a self-assured smile perfectly complimenting her sweat-soaked brow. Fiddlesticks was allowed, from her position, the opportunity to fully appreciate Fritter’s toned stomach and strong, thick thighs.

That she could wield her hindlegs with such ease and fluidity drew something resembling a pang of jealousy from Fiddlesticks. It was a hard feeling to pin down, to be perfectly honest. Lavender had only emboldened her ministrations, her tongue pushing deeper and more insistently inside her. Fiddle had only grown to appreciate the g-spot she had been born with more and more as she transitioned.

It might’ve required a little more prepwork and cleanup than some other things one could do with a pony’s body but there was something so primally intoxicating about being penetrated. It hardly mattered by what or whom; to be used for her holes made the part of her brain responsible for rational thought go haywire.

So it was that her hips began to gyrate almost completely on their own, rocking her ass back and forth slowly. This drew an appreciative noise from Lavender, while Fritter only fixed her with a coy look. The room was steeped in quiet, lewd noises. The unmistakable slurp of lubed hooves gliding along a mare’s shaft, the burble of pleasured noises spilling forth from Fiddle’s mouth; it all blended together to form a reserved symphony that lilted through the lust-heavy air.

The trio carried on like this for some time, Lavender slowly becoming more intense with her tongue work and Fritter moving her hooves with a palpable intent to make her wife cum. As the minutes passed and the aura in the room grew increasingly frenzied, a crescendo of pleasure began to build in Fiddle’s stomach. It pooled in her groin, causing her marehood to twitch against its cage. No sooner did Fiddlesticks find herself on the precipice of orgasm did Lavender tap her flank, silently instructing Fiddle to dismount.

Dejected, Fiddle did as she was told. The pleasure that was coursing through her veins just moments prior was left with nowhere to go. Her cock leaked futilely onto the sheets, sitting as-of-yet unfulfilled. Lavender was smiling, her face equal parts sadism in depriving Fiddlesticks of orgasm and raw pleasure in enjoying Fritter’s hoofwork. A pleasure that was quickly brought to a head as a cry of pleasure rang out, bouncing off of the walls.

Lavender squirmed in ecstasy as she came, her movements only being constrained by her wife practically holding her lower half down with her legs. Fiddlesticks watched with equal parts bittersweet jealousy and rapturous enjoyment as Lavender rode the last few waves of her orgasm. As Lavender finished with the waves of pleasure that flowed through her, Fiddlesticks was given more than enough time to appreciate the sheer mess the mare had made.

Fritter’s hooves were slick with lube and cum, thick white strands clinging to their hooficured surface. Her sister noticed Fiddle staring, her voice laced with a gleeful sort of sadism. “Ready to make yourself useful, sis?”

Fiddlesticks nodded carefully, her brain too addled from lust to form coherent sentences even if she wanted to. Sensing this state, Apple Fritter’s tone softened slightly. “Why don’t you slide off of that bed and get on your knees for me, hmm?”

She obliged, grateful to have a set of directions to follow. She placed herself squarely in front of Apple Fritter who had since turned to face Fiddle, legs dangling off the side of the bed. No direction was required from Fritter as Fiddlesticks leaned forwards, cautiously dragging her broad tongue against the underside of her sister's hoof.

Lavender’s cum was thick and rich, filling her mouth with an unmistakably salty flavor. It was a pleasant taste, all things considered. Apple Fritter had cleaned her hooves prior to this engagement but it didn’t stop the shame inherent in the act from burning Fiddlesticks' ears.

“I’m not seein’ the enthusiasm I’m expecting, sis.” The way that word slid out of Apple Fritter’s mouth only served to further confuse the maelstrom of pleasure and shame that was churning in Fiddlesticks' gut. “Lavender, would you mind givin’ dear Fiddly some encouragement?”

Fiddlesticks' eyes tracked Lavender as she slid off of the bed before coming to rest directly behind her. She was warm, and soft, and smelled like a heady blend of sweat and her namesake. Fiddlesticks let her eyes flutter closed for a moment as Lavender’s lips roamed the surface of her shoulder, leaving an aimless trail of kisses as she went.

At the same time that Apple Fritter pressed her hoof more insistently against Fiddlesticks' snout, one of Lavender’s errant hooves found her small teats and began idly toying with them. Fiddle let out a breathy moan, assailed as she was on all sides by a cavalcade of sensations. She gave herself entirely into her lust, losing whatever inhibitions still clung to the rafters of her mind. Holding Fritter’s leg steady in her hooves, Fiddlesticks traced her tongue around the frog; this drew an appreciative little noise of pleasure from her sister.

That was what Fiddlesticks needed to properly embolden her tongue, letting it swirl in lazy circles as she fastidiously licked the cum clean. After a certain point there was no more hoof left to clean, to tell the truth. Sure, there was a whole other hoof sitting in the wing waiting, but Fiddlesticks wanted to give this one the reverence it deserved.

Revere it she did as her tongue gracefully traced the edge of Fritter’s hoof. Fiddlesticks planted gentle kisses from the very tip of her hoof down to her fetlock, locking eyes with Fritter as she moved to the other hoof. Behind her, Lavender had only grown more insistent with her lovemaking, now further sowing the field of lovebites that Candy had started. Her hooves pinched and pulled at Fiddle’s nipples, trying in vain to shatter her concentration.

Fiddlesticks was, at this point, entirely dedicated to servicing her sister's hooves. There wasn’t a trace of Lavender’s love left but still Fiddlesticks dragged her tongue hungrily across the hard keratin, placing a string of kisses around the rim of her hoof. Having exhausted the now thoroughly spit-soaked surface of Fritter’s hoof, Fiddle ventured to her sister’s hindleg. She kissed away idly until her lovemaking was interrupted by a gentle tap on the head.

“I think you cleaned ‘em just fine, Fiddly.” Fritter was smiling, a quiet thing that made Fiddlesticks' heart melt.

“Got a big carried away there, didn’t I?” Fiddlesticks folded her ears back, trying to turn her head away in shame.

Apple Fritter guided Fiddlesticks' gaze back to hers with a firm but careful hoof, a devious glint in her eyes. “Gonna have to remember that for next year, sis. I gotta say: you got some pretty fancy tonguework.”

Fiddlesticks let out a little contented sigh as the raw lust slowly drained from her body. She let her shoulders go limp and slumped gently into Lavender behind her. This… this was nice. A mare could get used to this. “Only the best for you, sis.”