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1. Go with Pipp and participate 55.56% (10 votes)
2. Let Pipp go, and chat up the two teenage colts dancing 27.78% (5 votes)
3. Let Pipp go with the mare, and chat up the rich stallion 11.11% (2 votes)
4. Turn the mare down, and offer Pipp to the rich stallion for a hefty sum 5.56% (1 votes)
5. Let Pipp go with the mare, and grab a drink at the bar 0% (0 votes)

Zipp goes with Pipp and participates

“C’mon, Zipp. You never let me have any fun. It’s always you with the crazy idea!” Pipp pleaded. She used her best puppy-dog eyes that she, like many little fillies, had perfected and knew to be extremely effective.

The mare next to Pipp looked amused. She stroked a hoof down Pipp’s back, coaxing the overeager and energetic filly to calm. She inched closer to Pipp.

“Wanna know what I’m gonna do to you, hon’?” The mare spoke loud enough that both of them heard, but was only addressing Pipp. She put her muzzle to Pipp’s ear and whispered. In response, Pipp turned bright red.

“So whataya say, big Sis?” The mare asked again, looking back at Zipp. Pipp had turned uncharacteristically quiet but was squirming in place.

“Actually, maybe I could come, too?” Zipp grinned. She could already tell she had a thing or two to learn from her. Pipp continued nodding enthusiastically.

“Yes! Yes, please! Can she? Can she?” Pipp hopped up and down exuberantly.

Giggling, the mare gestured toward the long hallway and lead them toward it. Zipp could feel the rich stallion sitting in the booth boring eyes into her, probably imagining what he’d missed. She was sure that that wouldn’t be the last she would hear from him, especially considering his regularity in the Royal Court.

As they walked down the hallway Zipp could hear sounds coming from behind doors. Moaning, squeaking of bedsprings, the wet slap of body parts colliding into each other again and again; all sounds of sex Zipp had long associated with the activities she and her sister got up to when the guards or their mother weren’t paying attention.

The air was thick with a musky scent, like a hundred spent and sopping Pipp’s, only less sweet and more earthy. Zipp felt the itch return to her loins along with a familiar, pleasant heat.

The mare continued until she found a door that was both ajar and not already containing ponies. Zipp and Pipp had already seen in a short time more acts of lust in the last thirty seconds than their entire lives combined. Like the other rooms that they had caught glimpses of, this one was barely big enough to fit a single large bed, an armchair, and a dispenser of sorts on the wall that Zipp couldn’t quite figure out. Pipp climbed on the bed without hesitation.

“So, what’s your name?” Zipp turned her attention to the mare who had already shut the door and was climbing over Pipp, pressing her onto her back. The mare’s eyes sparkled with desire.

“Shh. No need for names in this place. I already know who you are.” The mare retorted. She turned to face Zipp only for a moment and winked. “Wanna watch your sister squeal?”

Zipp could only nod breathlessly. She adjusted herself against the wall to lean against it while she watched.

The mare pinned Pipp down and pressed their muzzles together. Pipp’s eyes fluttered closed and they were locked in a noisy, passionate kiss. Tongues mingled and swapped between them. Zipp knew already that the mare’s tongue was long and dexterous. The mare easily took the lead and Pipp was quick to submit.

The older mare’s hooves started to wander all over Pipp's small body, grazing along her wings, and tracing along her pretty dress. She began pulling it off of her. At first, Pipp whined and complained, but the mare quickly shushed her.

“Don’t wanna get this all sticky, do we?” The mare coaxed it off of her and set it to the side. “Remember what I said?”

Pipp blushed more than Zipp had ever seen her blush before. She perked her ears.

“Say it, sweetie pie.” The mare stuck out her long tongue, dragging it from the bottom of Pipp’s tummy up to her chest.

“Mmn,” Pipp murmured. She tucked her hooves to her chest. She paid Zipp no mind like she’d forgotten she was even there.

“Well?” The mare teased. She took one of Pipp’s hooves and began licking around the frog.

“Y-you said…You’re gonna make me cum three times. Minimum.” Pipp hid her face.

“There’s a good girl. That’s right. And your sister is gonna watch.”

The mare pushed her muzzle between Pipp’s legs. Her long, long tongue extended out of her maw and lapped up from Pipp’s thigh to her already wet fillyhood. She swirled it in circles around Pipp’s entrance, tracing the edges of her folds, then worked her way between them, strumming away at her forbidden valley without parting them.

Though Zipp couldn’t see every little detail, she knew her sister well enough to know what was happening judging by her expression. But it wasn’t quite like anything that Zipp’s smaller, inexperienced tongue had ever done.

Pipp’s muzzle hung open, slack-jawed as her folds were suddenly parted and her privates were invaded by a mature mare’s tongue. Expertly, and in a way that Zipp never would have thought of, the mare seemed to use the widest part of her tongue to her advantage to stretch Pipp out as much as possible. She curled her tongue and dug into her like a shovel. It was like she was plucking Pipp’s cunny like an instrument, expertly strumming exactly the right note that drove Pipp further and further to the edge.

Pipp for her part had never been quiet when it came to being eaten out, even in the direst of circumstances. Now, though, she was practically singing her heart out. She shrieked and squealed into the air. Her hooves clutched at the bed, the only thing keeping her from writhing and bucking about.

The mare pushed her muzzle forward until her lips were completely smooshed against Pipp’s folds. Zipp saw her jaw flex. The pleasure on Pipp’s face was unlike anything that Zipp had provided to her personally, and it amazed her. The mare must have pushed her tongue all the way, as deep as it could go. She no doubt reached depths that Zipp could never have achieved with her tongue.

Zipp felt the heat between her legs become unbearable. Absentmindedly, she let her hoof wander under her dress, rubbing over the smooth fur on her belly until it landed on the spot she wanted most. She openly started rubbing at her engorged fillyhood.

“Nnng! Ahhhhh!” Pipp continued squealing and moaning while the mare had her pinned. The air was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of maretongue enthusiastically slurping directly out of her filly honeypot.

Pipp jerked her hips and shrieked suddenly. She squirted directly onto the mare’s face. The mare lapped it up and simultaneously continued pleasuring Pipp with such practised efficiency it made Zipp jealous.

Pipp’s forehooves found their way to the mare’s head and she gripped her tightly, sitting upright while her hips continued bucking and gyrating. Zipp never in her wildest years imagined pushing Pipp even further after her orgasm, but here Pipp was, humping a mare’s face like a crazed pervert. Instead of moaning, Pipp resorted to continuously grunting through gritted teeth.

The slurping picked up and doubled in speed. The mare moved and pinned Pipp up against the wall so that her weight was supported only by muzzle and tongue. One of the mare’s hooves spread Pipp’s legs and pinned her there.

Pipp’s second orgasm was far more eventful than the first. She started rocking in place. Her hooves drifted from the top of the mare’s head to the wall instead to hold herself up. It was like she had given into the pleasure, going completely limp and succumbing to her whole world being that pleasure. She squirted again, this time several squirts of sticky fillycum covering the mare’s muzzle completely; and this time the mare didn’t clean it up.

One of the mare’s forehooves found its way to Pipp’s pussy, where her clit was winking like mad. With her tongue buried up to the muzzle inside her caverns, the mare used the frog of her hoof to start rubbing at Pipp’s clit. Only, she wasn’t gentle or slow with it as Zipp knew Pipp would normally prefer. Instead, she was rubbing furiously at it like it was some kind of race, and the only finish line was Pipp’s third orgasm.

“Mmf…Mmmf…I can’t…oh gosh…ohgosh…it’s too much…I’m gonna…” Pipp squealed and practically jumped in place as her third and final orgasm rushed through her like a freight train. She squirted once and suddenly had no more to give, instead letting out a very light stream of filly pee that lasted only a second or two and made a small puddle on the floor below.
Through it all, Zipp watched. Her hoof rubbed away between her legs. She felt the warmth return and the knot in her chest started to unravel.

The mare pulled away from Pipp, wiping her muzzle and licking her lips. Pipp murmured something, exhausted, and within seconds was dozing off. Four orgasms in one night must have been a lot for her.

“Didja like watching?” The mare noticed Zipp masturbating quietly in the corner, and grinned. “You’re a really cute girl, y’know that?” The mare wiggled over and kissed Zipp on the cheek.

“Feeling good? Don’t stop yet. I like watching.” She whispered in her ear. Zipp nodded, her hoof dancing away between her legs while she kept her dress lifted. “I think he does, too.”

Zipp’s eyes opened wide. The mare nodded toward the door, where a stallion was sitting on his haunches, watching them. He had his cock in one hoof, fully erect and full mast, stroking at it. He grinned as they spotted him. Apparently, the mare hadn’t closed the door.

“Wanna give him a show? Or maybe you’d like him to fuck you?” The mare dragged her wonderful tongue up the side of Zipp’s face. Zipp shivered and bit her lip.

What should Zipp do?

1. Let the stallion watch her and the mare.
2. Let the stallion fuck Pipp while she fucks the mare.
3. Let the stallion take Pipp. She can find her later. It’s mare time.
4. Let the stallion fuck her while the mare watches.
5. Go with the stallion wherever he wants to take her. The mare can watch Pipp.

Author's Note

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