"Wh-where am I?" Larry the cucumber asked.
"Wh-what are we?" Bob the tomato asked.
"Trixie didn't expect it to talk," said a feminine voice. The sound of pages flipping filled the darkness. "Stupid runes."
"Why can't I see?" Larry asked.
"Because Trixie is wearing a summoning cloak." The cloak was thrown away, and Larry could see again.
But he couldn't see well. He was close to the floor, looking forward between a pair of forelegs, and the lighting was dim and flickering. His vision adjusted slowly. "Are-are those candles?" he asked.
"Yes," said a male voice. "The summoning spell requires putting candles at the points of a pentagram."
"Spell?" Larry gasped. "Pentagram? What? Where am I? Who are you?"
"I'm Sunburst," said the male voice, and a small unicorn head appeared to the left of Larry as he bent down. "Trixie, it's talking."
"How does it look?"
"Like a cock."
"I'm a cucumber!" Larry objected.
An upside-down unicorn face appeared between the pair of forelegs just in front of Larry. "It looks like a normal marecock. Why is my little encanto talking?"
"Larry! My name is Larry!"
"It's big," Sunburst said sourly. "Bigger than mine."
"Trixie will raise her tail. Tell Trixie if she's the full package?"
Sunburst moved around behind Trixie "One ball, vagina's gone."
"Vulva," Trixie corrected.
"What?" Sunburst said.
"These are naughty words!" Larry shouted.
"Shut the fuck up," Trixie said.
Larry gasped.
Trixie continued, "The vulva's the external female genitalia, Sunburst, and the vagina is the internal penis socket."
Larry gasped again.
"How can an adult not know the difference between vulva and vagina?" Trixie asked.
"I didn't know that," Bob said.
"It should have been in your elementary sex-ed class," Trixie told him.
Bob said, "My sex ed class was 'Don't, you'll go to Hell.'"
"Well, you're about to get a crash course. We'll be going you-deep in a minute."
"But I don't want to be a testicle!" Bob shouted. "I'm a tomato!"
"You were supposed to be two testicles," Trixie said. "Do you make good... sauce?"
Bob started sobbing.
"Have any basil lube, Sunburst?" Trixie asked.
"Nope. Well, the princess is waiting."
"Waiting for what?" Larry said.
Trixie grinned. "To get this cucumber royally pickled."
"Oooooh!" Twilight said. "The spell worked? Cadance was asking for ideas for her and Shiny's anniversary."
"It sort-of worked," Trixie said.
"I don't want to be a penis!" Larry shouted. "They're naughty!"
"Your phallus talks?" Twilight asked. "That's a weird side effect."
"Oh! Phallus! That's a better word," Larry said.
"I talk, too!" Bob said.
"And your testicles talk?" Twilight frowned. "Spell needs work."
"Spells and witchcraft are a sin!" Larry shouted.
"Only one ball," Sunburst said, levitating up Trixie's tail and hefting her blue fuzzy ballsack with a hoof. "It's big though."
"Bad touch!" Bob shouted. "You don't have permission to touch me there!"
"It's my ball," Trixie said. "Go nuts."
Sunburst leaned in and nibbled. Bob started sobbing.
"What-what's happening to me?" Larry shouted. "I feel weird!"
"You're pickling," Trixie said.
"What?"
Twilight rolled her eyes. "When a mommy loves another mommy very much—"
"That's not how it works!" Larry yelled. "That! Is! Not! How! It! Works!"
"You're getting erect," Twilight informed him.
Larry, too, started sobbing. "I'm a cucumber! I'm a cucumber! I'm a cucumber! Not a peepee!"
Trixie said, "And all us girls know what cucumbers are really for."
Larry bawled.
Twilight flopped belly-down on the bed, put her chin on a pillow and closed her eyes while spreading her wings and rear legs, and finally raised her tail. Sunburst released Trixie's ball from his teeth and dove into Twilight's muff, licking and sucking.
Her wings flexed and she gasped as Sunburst nibbled her clit and licked her labia, his tongue probing into her vagina. The smell of horny princess filled the room. Trixie's horn lit, gently rubbing up and down Larry's head, stimulating him into a harder erection.
"Stop! Stop! Stop it stop it stop it! Don't touch me there!"
"It's my mare cock."
"Touching yourself is a sin!"
"Is it really 'touching' if I'm using my magic and not my hoof?"
"Yes!"
Trixie snorted a laugh. "Trixie invites you to just wait for the next part, then."
Sunburst moved away, out from between Twilight's legs, his muzzle and goatee dripping with pussy juices. He saluted. "Ready!"
Trixie bounded up onto the bed and planted her forehooves on either side of Twilight's waist.
Larry stared down at Twilight's sopping, throbbing, glistening twat and puckered, purple anus. "No! No! Larry does not wish to—mrrrrpppf!"
"Yes!" Twilight shouted as Trixie buried the massive marecock deep into her pussy. "It's vibrating!"
"He's screaming," Bob said. "Not vibrating."
"Close enough," Trixie said, and started thrusting. "Pickle this cucumber, Twilight!"
Twilight's forelegs kneaded the bed as she moaned, Trixie's massive marecock pounding her channel and Bob smacking her clit with every thrust. Twilight pressed her pubic bone down, deeper into the bed, to force Trixie into a better angle to clobber her g-spot.
Sunburst jerked himself off with his magic as he watched Trixie rail Twilight. Twilight shouted in pleasure as a massive orgasm rocked up and down her spine. Trixie grunted and panted, her rhythm getting faster and faster as she used short, sharp strokes to pound Twilight.
"I- I- I- feel funny!" Bob shouted. "Aaaaaaah!"
"Yeeeeeeeeeah!" Trixie shouted.
"Starswirl!" Twilight shouted.
Trixie came, slamming her hips forward one last time and smacking Bob hard against Twilight's clit. Twilight's body went stiff and then she relaxed.
Trixie flopped to the right, away from Sunburst and landing on her back next to Twilight. Twilight dripped a massive load of Bob's sauce. Sunburst quickly rolled over onto his hooves, between Twilight's legs, and finished jerking off, splurting cum across Twilight's tail, dock, and anus.
Larry cried, dripping cum and glistening with pussy juices. "That- that- that- that wasn't right! I didn't want to do that!"
"Quiet," Trixie said. "Trixie doesn't want a whiny cock. When will you be ready for round two?"
"Round—round two?" Larry asked.
Twilight smiled and levitated a tube of anal lube from a drawer. "We'll try sodomy."
Author's Note
In a bit of irony, written while listening to "Samson et Dalila," Op. 47, R. 288: Bacchanale, by Camille Saint-Saëns, on repeat. (It really brings down the house.)
