Anything in Return

The barn… This place held so many memories for Fiddlesticks. From her days as a filly spent orbiting the outer ring of the massive Apple family reunions, still unsure of who she truly was all up until now, fully assured of her place within their ranks. The air was heavy with the smell of old wood, hay, and sweat. It was a cloying musk that curled in the air, each body present lending their own particular scent to the affair.

The furnishings were sparse, just two padded tables with leg straps on each side and another table for refreshments and sex toys. Braeburn, a favorite of the gay side of the family, was already getting situated on the table furthest away from her. Gathering around him were a few familiar faces from Fiddlesticks’ fun tonight; Candy Apples and Apple Fritter had both gathered around Braeburn.

Standing by her table looking only a little bit sheepish were Apple Split, Apple Core, and Apple Cinnamon. Cider paused for a moment to ungag Fiddle, who was grateful to finally taste something other than cum and stale piss. As Cider left to join her compatriots, Fiddlesticks began helping herself onto the table.

“You boys want me on my stomach or my back?” She kicked her hind legs idly, sizing up the group of Apple stallions.

Core spoke up first. His voice had changed a lot since he started hormones and Fiddlesticks fondly regarded the patchy beard he was growing. “If you could lay on your back, that’d be great.”

Fiddle did as she was asked, rolling from her sitting position onto her back. The table was surprisingly comfortable, all things considered. She stretched out her legs as she settled in and without a word, the assembled stallions started to strap her down to the table.

The restraints were snug, something she tested by giving each of them a tug in turn. It was only when she started to pull at her restraints that the reality of her situation set in. Here she was, a lesbian strapped to a table and about to be fucked by stallions. Next to her was her gay cousin, similarly about to get worked over by a few mares.

About to? Truth is he already was; Cider was nearly balls-deep inside his mouth already while Candy was already pounding away at Braeburns pussy. Fiddle bit her lip at the sight, a pang of jealousy washing through her. Not that she hadn’t already spent a few hours with the mares of course but surely a few more hours wouldn’t hurt…?

Fiddle was returned to reality by a hoof gently tapping the side of her muzzle. As she looked up, she met the blushing face of Apple Split. He was new to these sorts of parties, relatively speaking, and was still finding his bearings. Fiddle was more than happy to show him how things were done around here.

“Need somethin’, hun?” To tell the truth, she was starting to get a little impatient she wasn’t getting fucked yet.

“I ah, I was hoping you could scoot back a bit? I was going to sit on your face but… didn’t want to break your neck.” Fiddle did as she was asked and Split climbed up onto the table gingerly, planting his plot directly onto Fiddle’s muzzle.

Split was soaking wet and Fiddle quickly found her face slick with arousal. She had only just found a comfortable rhythm with her tongue when Core planted himself on her cock. That was an experience she was wholly unprepared for and her body responded in kind as she bucked desperately into the sudden sensation that wrapped her eager shaft.

The rough voice of Core barely cut through the lurid noises that otherwise filled the room. “Y’know, for a dyke you sure do like gettin’ fucked by stallions.”

That word. That one little word was enough to scramble what few thoughts remained in her lust-drunk brain. Her brain would remain scrambled as the final stallion joined the party proper, pressing gently but firmly inside her. Cinnamon was thick, slowly filling her with the sort of warmth that only cock could provide.

What Fiddlesticks was experiencing could only be described as complete and utter sensory overload. It was all she could do to maintain any sort of tongue work, shakily lapping away at Split’s tender folds. That was it. That was what she would choose to focus on. Not the wet heat of Core’s tight pussy nor the steady pumping of Cinnamon inside her, just the act of eating Split out.

That plan lasted for… a few minutes, maybe? Time was impossible to keep track of in this sort of situation, her entire body being consumed by pure horny energy. To her credit, Fiddle was at least able to maintain some sort of mental cohesion. She was otherwise a complete mess, trying her hardest not to cum.

It seemed that Core picked up on this tension as he only increased his pace, riding Fiddle with a passion she hadn’t experienced in months. At the very least the assembled stallions seemed to be similarly close. Split’s breathing was starting to run ragged and Cinnamons thrusts were growing more and more erratic.

Whether or not she would outlast any of them was the big question, however. For the first time that night, she felt an unmistakable pressure starting to build in her groin. Was this really the first time she had been allowed to cum all night? That didn’t surprise her at all in hindsight. Determined not to be the first at the table to cum, she gripped Split’s ample flanks with her hooves and redoubled her efforts.

This earned a sharp appreciative moan from him, a clear sign that she was going to win this little contest she had made up. She just needed to hold out a little longer…

A little longer was not very far away it turned out as a cry of pleasure rang out through the thick air of the barn. If any of Brae’s partners had came already Fiddle was unaware; the thighs she was currently wearing as impromptu earmuffs did a lot to dampen the sound of anything except her muzzle deep inside Split’s stallionhood.

Speaking of, she was completely and utterly soaked as he rode out the last of what was an apparently earth-shattering orgasm, if the trembling deep in the core of his stomach was any indication. Fiddle made no effort to stop her tongue’s efforts, choosing instead just to slow her pace as she was rapidly reaching her own climax.

Though she was unaware, the muffled groan that escaped her lips was loud enough to draw the attention of everypony in the room. She jerked her hips into the air, hilting as deep inside Core as she could before cumming. Her body tingled with white-hot lightning and her head went completely blank for nearly half an ecstasy-drenched minute as an entire days worth of pent-up sexual energy flooded out of her.

All the strength had faded from herself and the stallions on top of her by the time Cinnamon finished, filling her guts with an unmistakable warmth. The assembled Apple family members remained quiet for a few moments, all of them slowly collecting their wits and energy as the fatigue of the night set in.

Split was the first to dismount, landing unsteadily on his hooves. Cinnamon was next, pulling out of Fiddle’s rump with a lewd slurp. Core followed shortly after, leaking a thin trail of Fiddle’s marecum as he went. Even after Cinnamon undid her restraints, she chose just to lay there instead, equal parts unwilling and incapable of moving a muscle.

“So,” Apple Fritter was the first one to speak, breaking the comfortable silence. “Shower, cider, then cuddles, yeah?”