Air Sexiby PillowfightChapters1. Serviced by the human2. Claimed by the yak3. Wooed by the zebra4. Screwed by the Wonderbolt5. Better Call Saddle6. Tended by her lovers1. Serviced by the human“Rainbow Dash! Rainbow Dash, wait up!” “Ugh...” The fast moving Wonderbolt tried to hide her annoyance as she slowed to a snail’s pace for Muffins, Ponyville’s clumsy mailmare. The grey pegasus flapped up to the blue speedster and smiled gratefully. “I just wanted to say thanks for catching Frank the other day!” “Yeah, sure, Derpy.” Rainbow Dash looked impatiently at the sun, descending to begin a lazy Ponyville afternoon. C’mon, it was cider season! Every second she spent talking to this slowpoke was one she couldn’t spend getting shitfaced and flirting with Applejack. “Who’s Frank, again?” “You know, the human guy with the orange mane! He teaches with you at the School of Friendship. You caught him when he fell off my saddle.” “Right, him! That was no problem!” Rainbow Dash put a hoof to her head as the scolding image of her super-honest crush came to her mind. “Actually I shouldn’t say that, it could’ve been really bad. But I didn’t mind... nope, I totally minded... erm, it could have happened to anypony? It’s not your fault? I’m happy to help? It’s a good thing Frank didn’t get hurt? Yeah, I can honestly say that! Frank didn’t get hurt! OK, great talk, see ya later!” Rainbow Dash blasted off towards Sweet Apple Acres, leaving Muffins tumbling around in her wake. Muffins watched her famous friend vanish over the horizon, and sighed. She forced a smile, just like her mother had taught her. “Even when you’re sad, your beautiful smile can cheer up other ponies.” She gathered her strength and flew towards the cheap apartment blocks and rental houses that had sprung up near the School of Friendship to house the many foreign creatures who learned and taught there. Lately, Muffins had forced more and more of her smiles. After being passed over for a promotion at Equestria Post, the struggling single mother had decided to start a side business, running an air taxi service for the humans and other flightless races who were now a common sight around Ponyville. Unfortunately, so far nothing at all had come from her second job except for the chic, tailored livery she wore on duty. The tight fitting outfit with its peaked cap was so much more flattering than Muffins’ baggy mailmare uniform. Far from the hapless mare so many ponies made fun of, the taxi livery made her look serious and official, and she’d almost cried to see herself in Rarity’s mirror as she tried on the stylish tunic. But the custom outfit had cost her 300 bits, even at a discounted rate, and she’d yet to have a single paying customer... except for the one she’d accidentally dropped hundreds of metres above Ponyville. Muffins reached the apartment building and flapped upwards, flying with determination towards Frank’s balcony. This could be the day everything turned around! She’d promised the human a free trip to Cloudsdale to make up for her mistake the other day. Maybe she wouldn’t screw it up. Maybe she’d start getting more customers. Maybe she’d be able to afford nice birthday presents for Dinky after all... Muffins landed on Frank’s balcony, tapped lightly on the glass to get the human’s attention, and turned around to face the open sky. She spread her wings and showed off the saddle mounted firmly on her back, quite unaware that she was also flaunting her large, jiggly plot to anypony — or anyhuman — who cared to look. Muffins heard the door slide open a crack, and the shuffling of human feet. “Oh, hi, Ms. Muffins...” Frank stuttered nervously. Muffins looked back at the handsome young human and smiled a real smile. “Your ride is ready, sir.” She beckoned with one wing to the saddle on her back. “Wow. Wow.” Frank coughed nervously. “Don’t be shy, hop on! I had Rarity add safety straps!” “Ms. Muffins, I’m really sorry, but I have to confess: I don’t need to go to Cloudsdale today.” “Where do you need to go?” “I don’t need to go anywhere — I just had to see you again. Ever since the other day... I can’t stop thinking about you! Maybe you’re not the best flyer, but you’re a really sweet mare, and I hope you don’t mind me saying, but your body is amazing.” “M-my body?” Muffins was a mare with needs like any other, but it had been a long time since a stallion had shown any interest. When she was younger, she’d gathered praise for her good looks, and enjoyed a roll in the hay nearly every night. But she’d never been able to lose her pregnancy weight, and the compliments had ceased years ago. It seemed that guys who were into pegasi only wanted skinny tomboys... but maybe that only applied to ponies! Maybe humans were different... more accepting! Frank hit his palm against his forehead. “I... I’m so sorry,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have said that. What was I thinking? You should just go.” “Wait! What do you like about my body?” Muffins asked shyly. Frank blushed. “You really want to know?” “Of course! Don’t leave me hanging! Oops, wrong choice of words...” “I love your mane,” Frank confessed. “I’ve always been attracted to blondes, and your mane’s so silky. I loved to feel it against my face when you were carrying me. And you’ve got a lovely face, and, erm... your butt, of course.” “My butt?” The pegasus felt her confidence slowly returning after years in the dumps. She stood straight in her uniform and pushed her foal bearing hips out proudly, pointing her large ass directly at the human. The cheek flesh quivered slightly as it took in its first appreciative gaze in years — at least, the first one Muffins knew about! “Tell me what you like about my butt.” “You don’t mind?” Muffins stretched her wings back and coyly covered her plot and twitching marehood from Frank’s view. “You’d better tell me why you like it, if you want me to let you keep staring at it!” she teased. “Your ass is perfect!” Frank burst out all at once, desperate to feast his eyes once again on the older mare’s rump. “It’s so round, so full. The way it moves, the way your stockings go right up to its lowest curve, your lovely cutie marks, those little moments where I can look past your tail and see...” “See what~?” Muffins gently moved her wings away from her plot just in time to let Frank see her clit pop out with a wink. “You know...” Frank blushed profusely. “Your private parts.” “Hrm... I did ask you to tell me what you liked, so I can’t be upset if you get a little fresh.” An evil smile fluttered across Derpy’s lips. “Say, Frank, if you like my bum so much, why don’t you give it a kiss?” “R-really? You’d let me kiss you down there?” A bulge was forming in the human’s trousers, much to Muffins’ delight. It seemed she’d found the secret to catching young guys like Frank. They just needed a stern mommy-mare to take the reins and order them to treat her the way they secretly longed to! “Go on, cutie,” Muffins teased. “Kneel down and kiss my plot, right here on the balcony.” “Yes, Mistress Muffins!” “Mistress, eh? A girl could get used to th—whoa!” In an instant, the pervy human had knelt down and gripped the mare’s large grey buns in his strong hands. Burying his face in Muffins’ humid crack, he planted his lips on his crush’s perky ponut and began to lick and suck lovingly. His tongue danced across her wrinkles, twirling around, gently digging, tickling her perineum, bringing back sensations Muffins had thought had vanished along with her youthful beauty. “I-I didn’t mean the hole!” she protested. “I just meant a little kiss on the flank!” “I’m so sorry, Mistress!” Frank let go of the pegasus’ ass, but this only trapped his head between thicc and meaty cheeks. His voice sounded muffled, as though from deep underground. “I’ll happily kiss you most gently on the flank... just as soon as I can get out of here...” “No need to be sorry! Keep going! This is great! But... are you sure you don’t mind, Frank? I’ve been flying all day.” “Your sweat just makes your plot taste better, Mistress!” Frank returned his attention to Muffins’ long neglected pucker, diving deep with his tongue. Tingles ran up and down Muffins’ spine. She hadn’t felt this in so long! “Oh, gosh! Frank, do me a favour, please?” Muffins tried to wiggle her bum free of the human’s hungry mouth, but he just followed her as she shimmied, dragging his lips and tongue up and down her crack, even licking her sensitive vulva and giving one wet, heavenly tickle to her clit. “Frank! Stop it! Mistress wants to see your humanhood!” “Yes, right away!” Frank quickly unzipped his pants even as he struggled free of his sweaty plot-prison. He stood up, slid the clothing down his long legs and let his cock spring free from its confines with a whiff of alien smelling but undoubtedly male musk. Muffins grinned at the sight! Frank was so stiff for her, and his dick had the cutest mushroom shaped head! But even as his “Mistress” admired her prize, Frank seemed overcome by doubt. He tentatively cupped his hands as if to cover his erection, but a stern shake of the head put that nonsense to rest! Frank cast his head down in shame, his endowment slowly softening. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” he muttered regretfully. “I know I can’t measure up to a stallion.” “Oh, you are a stallion as far as I’m concerned...” Muffins eyed the human’s dick and licked her lips. She knew just the place for that fat, rounded crown! “I bet that perfect cock would make us both feel great if you pushed it up my plot!” “Wow! Are you sure?” Frank’s cock quickly swelled back to its former glory under Muffins’ generous praise. “Yes, please! I love anal! But the guy has to be gentle, and not too big... you’re perfect!” “Oh, geeze! I’m going to get some lube — don’t go anywhere!” Muffins giggled at Frank’s eagerness, bordering on desperation. As if she would leave this balcony for anything in Equestria! She heard Frank searching around in his kitchenette, and in moments he returned with a jar of olive oil. The thick, golden liquid dripped out messily onto the balcony as he poured it over his hand and over Muffins’ flank, heedless of the waste. Muffins couldn’t wait, either. “That’s plenty!” she called out. “Oil me up!” Frank reached his hand deep into the pegasus’ crack and began to rub against her saliva soaked pucker as the extra oil dribbled down her cheeks like a waterfall of warm honey. “Yeah, rub it in—whoa, fingers!” Muffins’ wings flapped out as the human’s delicate digits suddenly probed into her plothole, coating her insides with the slippery oil. “Sorry, are you OK?” “Ooh, don’t you dare stop doing that, Frank!” Reassured, the human male slowly pushed two fingers deeper and deeper into Muffins’ hungry butt, reaching deep into the core of her most forbidden aches. He stroked in and out, lubricating her with enough oil to ease the passage of even the largest pony dick. But Muffins didn’t want a pony dick, and she didn’t want fingers, either — she wanted her human! “Oh, gosh! Oh, gosh! I need you inside me, Frank! Fuck me now!” “Are you sure, Mistress?” “Quit the ‘Mistress’ crap!” Muffins barked. “It was fun when we were getting started, but right now I need you to stallion up and stuff my buns!” “Yes, Mi—Muffins!” Frank moaned as he gripped the plot of his dreams, spreading the thick, marbled cheeks with his thumbs to reveal the deep crack and the puckered object of his worship. The head of his cock pressed against Muffins’ sphincter, gently, yet bluntly and with ever gathering force. Muffins relaxed her muscles and slowly felt herself give way to his hot, fulfilling thickness. “Ooh, yeah, give it to me.” That cockhead felt huge, and perfect, just as she’d imagined. And the shaft... how lovely, it was firmer than the head, it stroked her and stretched her just right even as it pushed that spongy crown deeper into her, gently massaging her insides. “Frank, you have no idea how much I need this.” Muffins wanted to cry with relief. How long had it been since a guy had filled her backdoor? Her husband had been far too large, and since the divorce... she couldn’t even remember the last time somepony had kissed her! “I’ve never done this...” Frank babbled. “With a pony, or in the butt... oh, fuck!” He pushed his cock in to the base, but then he just left it there in Muffins’ plot, taking up space, not moving it in or out. The feeling of fullness was not unpleasant, but it was far from the vigorous rutting the mature pegasus deserved! Muffins snorted and rolled her eyes. OK, maybe Frank needed some help, but who said this had to be a one time thing? She’d tutor him, and he’d be so grateful that he’d be her virile, plot pumping plaything for as long as he stayed in Ponyville! “You’re doing great, Frank,” Muffins reassured the human. “Now grip my butt and start thrusting, slow and gentle. Take command, don’t be a wimp, but watch me and slow down if I look uncomfortable. I won’t let you hurt me, so don’t worry. Just please, please, fuck me. Fuck me. Yes, Frank, that’s wonderful. Fuck me.” Frank fucked her, and filled her up with everything she’d been missing. His cock was like a burning rod pushed deep inside her, unlocking sensations and emotions she’d kept bottled up for years. With every thrust of his shaft into her sensitive plot she felt more complete, less like a machine who sleepflew through each day and more like a living, breathing, desirable mare. Muffins thought bitterly of those “girl’s night” gatherings at Berry Punch’s bar: having to ask her friends to pay for that second glass of wine, enduring comments about her weight and her lazy eye, always going home alone. Who’s getting nailed by a hot young guy now, girls? That’s right: Fat-Plot Derpy! Frank grabbed on to the horn of the saddle strapped to Muffins’ back, holding her firmly in place as he rutted her ass. He grunted frantically and gave cute little moans, his hips moving back and forth, gifting her long, full thrusts. It wouldn’t be long now! “Do you see my pussy, Frank?” Muffins teased. “I... I can’t, your butt’s in the way. I know it’s beautiful, though!” “It’s wet, Frank. I’m dripping and winking, and you’re doing all of that. You’re not even touching my pussy, and you’re making me feel like I haven’t felt in years.” “I’m so happy... I just want to please you, Muffins.” “Have you ever seen a full maregasm before?” “N-no, never...” “It’s a very beautiful thing. They can’t be faked, so whenever this happens, you know that you’ve... oh, gosh, Frank, I’M CUMMING!” Muffins felt a dam burst inside her, a dam built by day after day of sexual neglect, only to be destroyed in moments. She tensed in pleasure and the flood of her marecum gushed out in a great fragrant sheet, like a thunderstorm of lust, soaking the welcome mat Frank had set on his balcony for his pegasus visitors. “Aaah, Frank, lover!” Muffins’ insides quaked around the human’s thrusting cock as the contractions of her pleasure slowly eased. “Was it good for you, too?” “I’m sorry, but I’m not quite done.” Frank fiercely thrust his stiffness into her once again and her sore insides swelled with pleasure. “Not done?” “Yeah, I’m sorry...” “You’re sorry?!” Of course Muffins had heard about humans and their staying power. Girl’s night gossip said that performances of five or even ten minutes were not unheard of. A married human couple worked as masseuses at the spa, and the rumour was that the male could satisfy Aloe, Lotus and his wife in a single session — a feat that he repeated nightly! Muffins had scoffed at this obvious exaggeration, but now, with her very own human plowing her right through a full on maregasm, she wasn’t so sure. Frank’s powerful hands squeezed and groped Muffins’ jiggling plot, holding her in place beneath him. He slid everything out but the tip of his head, then stretched her anal ring again with his perfect sized cock, driving it firmly up her ass to the base. His thrusts filled and emptied her once a second, his thighs spanking her plot, his breathing ragged as his pleasure mounted to match hers. “I’m going to cum!” Frank panted out. “I-I’ll do better next time, I promise! I mean... if there is a next time...” “You can bet there’s going to be a next time!” Frank had already outlasted her ex-husband... heck, he’d outdone every lover she’d ever had! “Come on, Frank! Fill my naughty ponut with your love!” “P... ponut?” Muffins looked over her shoulder, utterly embarrassed. “Do they not call it that anymore? Oh, I must sound like an old nag, using slang from high school.” “No, it’s just that... I never thought I’d hear such a dirty word out of those lovely lips!” Muffins giggled at the flattery. It seemed she’d found the button that would set her young lover’s passion boiling over. “Ponut, ponut, fuck my dirty ponut~!” she called out playfully. “Nnngh! Oh, Muffins! I love your ponut!” “Then fill it with cum, stud!” “CUMMING!” Frank’s throbbing balls slapped gently against her clit as he sheathed himself one last time, and Muffins’ passion burst again as she felt the gushing of his liquid love deep inside her. “I’m cumming, too! Oh my gosh!” Fireworks danced in Muffins’ mind as her eyes rolled back in her head, the rhythm of Frank’s pulsing sperm bringing her over the edge to another climax. The handsome young human was a gift from Celestia herself! It had been a week since Muffins had been able to steal enough privacy to clop herself off in the mares’ room at work, and now she’d cum twice in just a few minutes! Muffins’ bountiful body wobbled unsteadily on her hooves as the last drips of her second orgasm dribbled onto Frank’s welcome mat. It wasn’t the full blown gusher her first had been, but it was just as satisfying. Muffins felt sated, cared for, and just a bit dizzy. “Oh my gosh...” she whispered, putting a hoof to her heated forehead. “Can I come in, Frank? I just need to sit down for a moment.” Frank groaned and panted, but recovered quickly. He bowed gallantly and gestured the mature pegasus into his apartment. “Muffins, it would be my pleasure if you’d come in and sit that beautiful plot right down on my face.” “Oh! I think I will, thank you. Is this a human tradition?” “It is now!” Frank lay on his back next to his sofa and guided the older pegasus in for a landing. Muffins’ teats pressed firmly against his chest as she settled her wet, sensitive pussy onto the human’s face, playfully wiggling the rump he loved so much and ensuring it was the only thing he could see. “What a lovely tradition,” Muffins murmured. Frank reached out with his foot and slid the balcony door closed, and he eagerly began to lick Muffins’ marecum from her soaking pussy lips. His face rubbed against her oil soaked fur as he made sure to get his tongue into every crease of his lover’s magical flower. Muffins giggled, her dominant side coming out to play again. “Golly, Frank,” she teased. “I think we ought to have a good, long talk about your future as my personal seat cushion.” “Mmmph!” Frank’s muffled cry was one of approval for sure, and his flagging erection began to stiffen again as he dug his tongue into Muffins’ no longer neglected marehood. Muffins smiled gently to watch that cute dick swell in anticipation of a second round of lovemaking. Quite by accident, it seemed the mature mare had found the sort of young and eager lover her friends could only dream of... 2. Claimed by the yak“Alright, my passenger today is Rupert,” Muffins rehearsed to herself. “He’s another teacher who works with Frank, and he wants to visit Yakyakistan. I think I can make it if he doesn’t mind a few rest stops.” Despite her hardships, Muffins had always tried to show a cheerful face to the world. Now that she was getting regularly eaten out and dicked up the butt, her mind was filled with cheery emotions to match her smile. As she flew towards Rupert’s home to pick him up, Muffins found herself not worrying about her unpaid bills, but wondering if her second human customer would be as cute as the first. Sitting on Frank’s face had become the best part of Muffins’ daily lunch break. Hidden behind the counter at the post office, her submissive lover eagerly licked and kissed her to several small orgasms as she slowly nibbled her salad. He was so grateful for the chance to serve “Mistress,” he even bought her lunch every day! What a gentlecolt! Her head filled with these pleasant memories, Muffins landed in the backyard of a small house near the Friendship School. She stepped onto the patio’s flagstones and backed up towards the door, using her wings to tidy her rear view, making sure her stockings and her tunic perfectly framed her extra large and extra desirable ass. “Your ride is ready, sir!” she called out to the house. Muffins had thoroughly cleaned her butt before donning her uniform, just in case she got lucky with her second customer. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? Two hot guys who lived to pleasure her? It was the sort of cheesy scenario that only happened in those “erotic romances” Muffins checked out at the Ponyville Library, but a mare can dream! Muffins looked over her shoulder nervously as her customer trod out onto the patio with hoofsteps that shook the ground. He wasn’t a human after all! He was covered in fur, definitely four-legged, and big! Big all over! “Oh!” Muffins raised a hoof with surprise. “You’re a yak... named Rupert... that’s why you want to go to Yakyakistan...” “Yak can’t wait to get back home and date lots of pretty cows!” Rupert dropped his voice and spoke quietly (for a yak.) “Between yak and pony, it been a long time for old Rupert!” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Muffins’ heart pounded loudly and she felt herself begin to moisten. Submissive Frank was a cutie pie, but Rupert was more like her ex-husband: a hairy, muscular hunk! “You know, Rupert, you’re a very handsome fellow,” Muffins couldn’t help but add. “If I were ten years younger — oh, but I bet you’ve got a whole herd of lovely ladies waiting for you at home.” “No! Rupert shy!” Rupert bellowed in a voice that nearly knocked Muffins head over hooves. “But after month with no cow, nothing can stop yak bull from making move!” “OK, one flight to Yakyakistan, coming right up.” Muffins gulped and scooted her butt back against Rupert’s front legs, hoping her back would hold out beneath his weight. “Just hold on to my withers, and we’ll... I hope... be ready for takeoff!” The weight of the full grown bull nearly crushed Muffins as Rupert reared up and landed on her back, the saddle digging into his barrel and his front hooves straddling hers. Oh, dear, what had she gotten herself into? Rupert was twice her size! Muffins flapped her wings desperately, but with the massive yak atop her she couldn’t lift so much as a centimetre off the ground. “Why pretty pony not flying?” Rupert’s deep voice rumbled through Muffins’ body, sending her staggering beneath the yak’s bulk... and setting her winking like crazy! “Are you sure you’re using the saddle properly—w-wait, did you just call me pretty?” The mature pegasus blushed with the sudden realization. “Sorry! Rupert not mean to be rude!” “Please don’t apologize! It’s just that it’s been such a long time since I felt a guy hold me like this.” Muffins shuddered hungrily as the weight of the yak bull pressed onto her. She felt warm tingles deep within her, the fanning of embers that hadn’t burned for years. After all, this was the breeding position. “And you think I’m pretty... gosh...” Muffins gasped as she suddenly felt something brush against her sensitive lower lips. It was big. And thick. And long. And shaped like a cock. “Is that your cock?” she asked cleverly. “Ugh, Rupert knew this would happen!” Rupert cried out. “Yaks best at getting throbbing erections at worst possible times!” The large bull began to shift his weight off Muffins’ back. “Sorry, pretty pony. Rupert take cold shower and be right back!” “W-wait... why waste it?” Muffins cautiously pushed her hips backwards, hoping for another rub against that splendid slab of yak meat, her mind made dizzy by the waves of musk pouring from Rupert’s huge, warm body. “I mean, if you’re already hard... it’d be much easier to fly you to Yakyakistan if your balls weren’t so heavy.” Yes, that definitely made sense! “But you not yak!” Rupert’s erection said he was eager to experiment with the smaller, older pony, but this detail strangely held him back. “That’s fine with me,” Muffins assured him. “That just means I can’t get pregnant!” “Pony not understand. In Yakyakistan, it forbidden for yak to smash with un-yak!” “But this ain’t Yakyakistan, mister, so get to smashing!” “Hrm... OK! Yak down to mate if pretty pony is!” Muffins yelped as Rupert snapped his hips and slid his massive cock into her soaking pussy with one long thrust. “Go slow!” she cried out. “Whaaah! Or fast! Fast is good, too!” “Smash” was exactly the word! The young yak’s thrusts were hard and firm, and his cock would brook no argument. Like it or not, Muffins was Rupert’s helpless pegasus cocksleeve until he was done with her! It was a good thing indeed that she liked it — a lot! Frank’s submissive sweetness was so much fun to play with, but there was nothing like being claimed by a hung, powerful lover! Rupert had needed a push to get started, but he was now going full steam ahead. No biped could ever pin a mare the way he was doing to her, and no human cock could go this deep. Her husband had been like this on the night Dinky was conceived... dominant and unstoppable. Not that the now-single mother wanted to stop her surprising new partner! “Oh my gosh, Rupert, you’re fucking huge!” Muffins struggled for breath beneath the mountain of male muscle, as she was taken in a way she’d never thought she would be again. “Unnngh... Rupert love to smash with pretty pony! Tight pony pussy underneath that fat yak ass!” “I’ll consider that a... oh, fuck! compliment!” Every forceful slam of Rupert’s body against hers nearly knocked Muffins off her hooves. Rupert shoved his smaller partner across the patio with his thrusts, with sparks flying every time Muffins’ horseshoes scraped against the stone. In less than a minute, Muffins felt Rupert’s cock swell even larger inside her and start to leak a stream of hot, viscous precum. It seemed a yak couldn’t last as long as a pony, let alone a human, but that was just fine — Muffins didn’t know how much more of this vigorous rutting she could take! “Yak going to cum!” Rupert warned her. “Want yak to pull out?” Muffins’ mind frantically swam back to the surface as she tried to speak through a hot blizzard of pleasure. “Don’t you dare pull out!” she cried. For years the unlucky pegasus had had to settle for small pleasures. A tasty meal, a romantic movie with a kiss at the end, the smile when a customer got a package they’d been expecting... Now, finally, things were changing for her. Pony stallions still overlooked her, but there were so many exotic males, from lands beyond Equestria, who considered her a mare worth knowing! Romantic movies were nice, but thick hot yak creampies were much better! “Pony best!” Rupert bellowed. “Pretty pony best at making yak CUM!” He pushed in deeper than anypony ever had before, knocking at the entrance to Muffins’ womb and sending floods of spunk into her cervix. Muffins was far from her peak when Rupert started shooting, but the yak’s hard thrusting orgasm lasted longer than the sex! It went on for so long that Muffins was able to reach her climax, cumming all over his cock just as he finished. And what a load! Poor, pent up Rupert came as much as three pony stallions! The tired yak slid off of her body and landed on the patio with a loud thump. “Unnngh...” Muffins moaned, her legs wobbling like a newborn foal’s. Litres of warm cream flowed from her gaping pussy with every helpless twitch and wink. She looked behind her to see Rupert lying flat on his back with his tongue fallen out, drooling saliva onto the patio. “Oh, gosh, Rupert, are you all right?” Muffins quickly slipped her hooves around the yak’s neck and embraced the bulky stud as much as she could, kissing his shaggy face. “Don’t pass out on me now!” “Yak never better!” Rupert reassured his lover. “Sex was great, but now pretty pony needs to carry Rupert back to Yakyakistan! Yak so drained, can’t even move!” Muffins frowned to think of even trying to lift the mighty bull, much less carry him across Equestria. She thought quickly and snuggled against Rupert’s ear. “Are you sure you want to go back to Yakyakistan?” she whispered. “Wouldn’t you rather stay here and fuck me every day?” “Hrm... good point! Ponyville is Rupert’s home now! Wallet is inside, on nightstand — pretty pony can take what she needs.” Wow, that was generous! Rupert was paying her for the taxi trip, even though she’d convinced him not to go! Inside Rupert’s bedroom, Muffins gently opened the yak’s wallet with her teeth. Rupert wasn’t exactly wealthy, but what was in there would definitely help her take care of the bills that kept piling up. Muffins looked at the small stack of money longingly, but she didn’t want to overwhelm her new friend’s generosity. In the end, she took just two 20 bit bills from Rupert’s wallet, just enough to buy some new school supplies for Dinky. As she flew home, the air flowing easily over her streamlined pilot’s uniform, her creampie dribbling out a dotted line across Ponyville, Muffins felt a bittersweet tugging at her heart. She’d now found two generous and giving lovers, but she still hadn’t completed one single trip for her air taxi business... 3. Wooed by the zebraYoung Zocco came to Ponyville Of zebra mares he’d had his fill A bad breakup he’d just been through Had left him wanting something new Equestria! He longed to jump A large, exotic pony rump! And where but Ponyville, the place Where fat butts dropped on every face? Where every mare was extra-round And winked at every guy she found? 'Twas here the School of Friendship sat, Whose teachers were especially phat! (So said the guidebook Zocco bought: “The Zebra’s Guide to Pony Plot”) Aboard the train, he’d fantasize Of clapping cheeks and meaty thighs No ordinary mare for him He set his sights on high class trim! Yes, he would visit with his tool The cute professors at the School! The guidebook listed them by name, Heroic mares of lasting fame: Headmare Starlight, the visitor will find Possesses beauty equal to her mind (Though both are quite surpassed by her behind!) Counselor Trixie, with confidence to spare Will tell you what to do, how long, and where (Anything to touch that derriere!) Daring Rainbow Dash, who will not rest Until her awesome butt’s the very best (I’d love to help her on her noble quest!) Strong Applejack, whose donkalicious plot Is muscular, and powerful, and taut (If I may speak the honest truth... she’s hawt.) Sweet Pinkie, whose blue, mischievous eyes Enhance an ass of greatest heft and size (And teats to match the largest of her pies!) Kind Rarity, whose lush and generous curves Offer far more than any guy deserves (She likes it when you sneak a peak, you pervs!) And Fluttershy, the mare who’s fully packed So beautiful, so cheerful, and so stacked (She’ll treat a zebra nice, and that’s a fact!) Rent a room, the guide had said, Clean and with a sturdy bed. He unpacked and refined his tactics: The lube, the toys, the prophylactics Anything a mare might need To win that hot, fresh zebra seed! Towards the School he then did rush To claim his share of pony tush But in the garden grounds outside He halted, jaw extended wide A yellow moon had caught his eyes, Bedecked with lovely butterflies! ‘Twas Fluttershy, who’d stooped to scold A duckling who had left the fold Bent over, she was something rare A perfect flower of a mare! Those buns were worth their weight in gold They would be his, to kiss, to hold! “My dearest love!” young Zocco spoke He’d come this far, he couldn’t choke! He smiled, showing perfect teeth And let his cock slide from its sheath A move like this was guaranteed To show he had what all mares need But, far from dropping to her knees, She eeped and flew into the trees! Zocco admired her from afar His lover true, his golden star! “She must have seen a robin’s nest Besieged by predator or pest Oh, Fluttershy, so kind and gentle...” “Excuse me, are you FUCKING MENTAL? “Stop scaring poor lil’ Fluttershy!” Zocco gasped: ’twas Pinkie Pie! She stood as thicc as he had read Each butt cheek larger than his head Although she scowled, our hero knew Exactly what he had to do! He kissed her hooves and pledged his life If Pinkie’d be his pony wife In florid poetry he swore To serve her plot as none before But as he asked her to his place A slap rang out across his face! “I have a coltfriend, creep!” she cried Zocco near wished that he had died He’d never steal another’s mate! That guidebook must be out of date! Some other zebra’d met that goal And seeded her with his own foal Now every day, his lucky cum Was slurped into that chubby tum! So mortified he could not speak He heard the thunderclap of cheek On cheek as, striding through the grounds Arrived the mighty purple mounds Awobble most imposingly Of Starlight Glimmer, Ph.D As Zocco tried to voice his lust She gazed on him with sheer disgust And said words he could not believe: “I’m sorry, but you have to leave.” “But why?” begged Zocco. She said, "Look, I bet you read that stupid book. “‘The Guide to Pony Plot’ or some moronic title — it’s so dumb! It doesn’t tell the truth at all! Heck, Dash’s butt is really small! Pinkie’s not a secret slut That’s utterly inaccurate! We don’t crave zebras up our cunts I screwed Zecora’s brother, once! “That book is just for lonely guys To touch themselves and fantasize If you want sex, a bar’s the place To meet a pony face to face But note on a related topic: This is real life, not a clopfic!” Then Zocco crept off in disgrace, A frown (and no plots) on his face The guidebook was a hoax, a scam! These ponies didn’t want to slam! They wouldn’t burst out into song At one quick glimpse of zebra dong! They didn’t want to be his wives They all had partners, interests, lives! Not one fat cheek could Zocco grab And so with shame he called a cab Sadder but wiser, he’d go back To Zebrica, wherein the smack Of ass on hips was heard all day At least he could get laid that way! Perchance a mare would condescend To hide her stripes and then pretend To be the lovely Rarity An act of carnal charity For saddened Zocco, mind concussed By pent up horny pony lust He packed his bags without a word And wasn’t long before he heard The touch of hooves outside his door, Four gentle taps upon the floor The pega-taxi had arrived To end his journey most deprived With lessons learned at bitter cost But just as it seemed hope was lost... He saw a rounded curve of fur And heard “Your ride is ready, sir.” The mare was grey, and winged, and blonde And like a rock skipped on a pond Zocco’s heart flew from his chest Of all the mares, he’d found the best! His sheath could not conceal his lust That lovely face, that voice, that bust! But most of all, atop his thoughts, That massive plot to end all plots! Her every curve was sculpted in Purest pleasure, deepest sin The zebra silently gave thanks For all the wobble in those flanks He cleared his throat — he’d try once more Where three times he had failed before He spoke: “If I might be so bold, You’re truly lovely to behold!” She looked back at his cock in awe And drooled a bit at what she saw “Oh, gosh, you too?” was her response A wink revealed her marish wants “May I?” he asked — she nodded yes Thus Zocco met his sweet princess! Now, Zocco knew, though he was young That zebras conquer with the tongue! With rhymes of love, and then with licks And only then with stiffened pricks Yes, zebra mares are satisfied Before their stallions slip inside! He proved now, for his would-be steed A cunning linguist indeed! Her tender berry was a feast With every lick, his lust increased! With skilful kisses he worked loose A flood of creamy pony juice “Now, take me!” cried the mare at last He mounted her and held her fast! His cock slid in deep, to the root “Oh my!” she cried, “You’re hung and cute!” With every thrust his heart grew fonder A plot to pound, a face to ponder! Her cheeks like pillows on his thighs, Her derpy ahegao eyes Zocco knew he’d found the one To make his lonely bedtimes fun! His cock had pleasured mares galore But none had felt like this before (No, honestly, Zocco’d had sex With just one mare: his lousy ex Yet in his dreams, even the Queen Of Zebrica might ride his peen Seducing him with royal charm Alas, then rang his damned alarm!) They came together, her and him The lad’s first taste of pony quim Ended in quite a pleasant show They cuddled in the afterglow She lay with him upon the couch And playfully toyed with his pouch “Well, you’re no human, but at least Your cock’s normal, not like some beast.” As Zocco heaved ecstatic sighs She gazed at him with bedroom eyes And asked the zebra stud she’d found: “Say, why don’t you stick around?” 4. Screwed by the WonderboltAs Celestia slowly lowered the sun, Muffins flew up into the clouds above Ponyville, ever further away from the School of Friendship, and into Goldstream Heights, a posh suburb of Cloudsdale where wealthy pegasi lived in luxury. Once she’d dreamed of making it up here herself, but the birth of her unicorn daughter meant she’d always be an outsider here. She knew it wasn’t fair to blame Dinky. By the time Muffins’ filly was born, her dream had been destroyed by her ugly divorce and the job she’d had to take at Equestria Post. These fancy houses were for other mares: mares whose business ideas were more successful than a dumb air taxi service. Mares who were willing to give up their independence and be kept as trophy wives for some elderly business stallion. Mares who didn’t need to fight for everything. Muffins wiped away a tear, then bucked up and resolved to stop feeling sorry for herself. She looked at the slip of paper tucked into the underside of her peaked cap, reminding herself of her destination. “916 Cumulus Circle?” she asked herself. “Isn’t that Thunderlane’s mansion?” But Thunderlane was a Wonderbolt! Why did he need an air taxi? Maybe he’d had an earth pony friend over for dinner, and he only needed Muffins to bring him... or her... down to the ground before the cloud walking potion ran out. Gosh, Thunderlane, what a stallion! That chiselled jaw, that sleek physique, that thick sheath... and that bulging wallet! Muffins was very fond of Frank, Rupert, and Zocco, but her playmates were hardly rich. If Thunderlane would cast just one romantic glance in her direction, she and Dinky would be set for life. Muffins flew up to the large, imposing door to Thunderlane’s mansion and pressed her hoof against the bell. She turned around as usual, admiring the fading colours of the sunset. A minute later she looked over her shoulder, forcing her biggest smile as Thunderlane opened the door. Thunderlane wore a plush velvet robe with a golden kirin on one side and a silver nirik on the other. The extravagant garment had surely cost more than Muffins’ rent for an entire year. The hard-partying playcolt held a Crystal Empire glass full of a deep blue liquor imported from the Dragonlands. Muffins could smell the alcohol from where she stood: so much stronger than the cheap cider she could only afford at the end of the season. “Y-your ride is ready, sir.” Muffins thrust out her rump a little further. She felt dirty acting like this, trying to use her body to catch sympathy from a rich guy, but she had to think of Dinky’s future! Muffins shuddered as the cocky Wonderbolt looked Muffins up and down as if she was a bale of hay. Frank, Rupert, and Zocco had all stared at her plot, but playfully and even tenderly. Thunderlane’s gaze felt like a violation! “I guess you’ll do,” Thunderlane sighed at last. “How much do you charge for anal?” “Huh?” The wealthy stallion scoffed loudly. “Oh, are you too good to take it up the plot? Are you the sort of whorse who still thinks she has dignity?” “I’m not a whorse! I’m a working mother who’s trying to run a business!” Muffins lashed out verbally at the entitled slob behind her. Thunderlane just lifted his drink to his lips. “Yeah, right. Everypony knows this ‘air taxi’ of yours is just a cover for making suck-and-fuck house calls.” “That’s not it at all! I just happen to keep meeting sexy single guys while I’m working! Yes, sometimes I end up taking it up the plot, but only because I like it, with the right guy, which isn’t you!” Suddenly Muffins heard a siren, and a carriage pulled by pegasi screeched to a halt in Thunderlane’s driveway. Policeponies poured from the carriage, charging tasers that were pointed directly at her. “Cloudsdale PD! Freeze!” “W-what’s going on?” Muffins asked her would-be client. “Aah, shit!” the stallion screamed. He turned into his mansion and yelled at somepony inside. “Flush it! Flush it!” “Muffins ‘Derpy’ Hooves, you are under arrest for soliciting!” Muffins gasped. “No!” she protested. “There’s been a mistake! I run a taxi business! Thunderlane, help me!” “Nevermind, don’t flush it!” Thunderlane called out. “They’re just here for the whorse!” Pegasi holding bright spotlights flapped above Muffins, blinding her. She shielded her eyes with a wing, only to find herself tackled and held against the clouds. Her face was forced down into the condensed water vapour that formed the streets of Cloudsdale, and Muffins choked and gagged. Her peaked cap slipped off her head, fell through the cloud below her and floated down into the Everfree Forest, lost forever. “Wait, please!” The policeponies roughly cuffed Muffins’ wings behind her back and carried her towards their paddy wagon, silently threatening her with their tasers. “I didn’t do anything!” she cried. “Please, I have a foal at home!” The stonefaced officers just snarled at the weeping pegasus and forced her into the back of the wagon, slamming the door. “Hey, what about me?” Thunderlane called out plaintively to the departing police. “Can I at least get a hoofjob?” 5. Better Call SaddleIn the Equestrian justice system, the ponies are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: the police who bust pegasi hookers, and the Crown Courts that prosecute the offenders. These are their stories. “No further questions, your highness,” the prosecutor snivelled. “The Crown rests its case.” Princess Twilight Sparkle looked down from her judge’s bench with a look of boredom, eyeing the trembling grey pegasus in the witness box. “Very well. Ms. Goodmare, any closing remarks? As if I didn’t know.” Saddle Goodmare, Equestria’s top defence lawyer, leapt up from the desk in the courtroom and straightened her wig. “Thank you, your highness. I’ll save you some time, so we can all get out of here early. We don’t dispute any of the facts in this case.” “We don’t?” Muffins burst out from the witness box. “Your prosecutor has tried to make this seem complicated and confusing, but it’s very simple: my client runs a legitimate air taxi business, and she has three devoted and loving partners. Now I ask you, is it illegal to accept gifts of money from your coltfriend? Is it illegal to let him buy you lunch every day? Is it illegal to sit on his face at your place of work while you eat that lunch? Don’t answer that one.” “Wait a minute.” Twilight held up a hoof. “You actually want me to believe that Derpy’s ‘customers’ are her coltfriends?” Saddle put her own hoof on the judge’s desk and looked the Princess in the eye. “My client’s name is Muffins, your highness.” Twilight rolled her eyes. “Fine... you want me to believe that ‘Muffins’ has three coltfriends?” “Why not? Don’t you yourself have seven husbands and seven wives, one for each day of the week?” “I fail to see how my royal harem is relevant, Ms. Goodmare,” Twilight stated through clenched teeth. “My client might not have the sexual power of an alicorn, but she’s a healthy mare, and she keeps her partners very busy. The only crime committed that night was Thunderlane’s disgusting attempt to slander her as a sex worker after she rejected his unwanted advances!” Twilight looked down at the pegasus in the dock. “Derp—I mean, Muffins, are you really going along with this chicanery? How could you possibly get three males of three different species to fall in love with you, all at once?” “What can I say, your highness?” Muffins batted her eyelashes coyly. “I’m a confident mare with a lot to offer — and a sexy uniform doesn’t hurt, of course!” “And do you have any proof that you and your partners were already in a relationship when you were observed flying to their homes and ‘getting intimate?’” “I believe I have that covered,” Saddle Goodmare announced. The unicorn shyster hovered many large boxes onto the the table before her. “If it please the court, I have here restaurant receipts, ticket stubs, vacation photos, love letters, motel guest books, sex tapes... more sex tapes...” Twilight Sparkle fumed. “This does not please the court, Ms. Goodmare!” “Your highness, it’s my duty to present you with all the evidence that exonerates my client. Now, you can take a few weeks out of your busy schedule to review all of this...” Saddle declared smarmily as she hovered a third box of sex tapes onto the table, “or you can dismiss the case against my client and her three magnificent studs forthwith!” Twilight sputtered, frowned, and finally picked up the gavel in her magic and banged it on her desk. “Fine, case dismissed, I guess,” she grumbled. Saddle hoof-pumped. “Nailed it!” she said to herself. “Yay!” Muffins cried out. “Everything’s going to be all better now!” “2,000 bits?” Muffins screamed. She dropped Saddle Goodmare’s bill to the floor and swooned into Frank’s strong, supportive arms. Saddle leaned back in her chair and put her hooves on her desk. “Hey, do you think it’s cheap to fake all of this evidence?” “But the fine for soliciting is only 100!” Muffins put a wing to her forehead as her human lover helped her back onto her hooves. “I can’t afford this!” “That’s not my problem.” Saddle dusted off her hooves. “I promised I’d get you off, and I got you off.” “I don’t know what went wrong!” Muffins wept loudly. “I only wanted some extra money to buy birthday presents, and now I’m worse off than when I started!” Frank, Rupert and Zocco silently looked at each other as they stood against the wall of Saddle’s office. None of them could stand to see their lover cry. They all thought of the time they’d spent with Muffins over the past week, as Saddle relentlessly urged each of them to create ever more “evidence” of a romance with the mare they’d all agreed to protect from legal trouble... “This letter’s a good start, Frank, but don’t keep mentioning that you’re visiting the human world. It sounds suspicious. Just say you can’t wait to get back to Ponyville and see her again. I want another draft on my desk in ten minutes!” ... “Now give Dinky her ice cream... big smiles, everypony! That’s perfect!” ... “Look at her when you kiss her! You’re falling in love, you striped moron! You just realized she’s the one! You never want this night to end — now kiss her like you mean it!” ... “Rupert, this poem sucks diamond dogshit! Do you think you can get a mare by rhyming ‘smash’ with ‘smash?’ My cunt is as dry as the Dragonlands! Zocco, get your ass over here and help Rupert write something mushy, yet arousing! I want a love poem that’ll make the Princess herself have to stop and rub one out!” ... “Slap her flank! Put some passion into it! This isn’t the first time you’re making love, it’s just your first time filming it! Come on, do I have to show you how?” Yes, this make-believe romance had bloomed into love! Real love, heavy and burning in the hearts of three males who couldn’t be more different from each other! Frank, Rupert and Zocco didn’t just crave sweaty, balls deep sex with Muffins: they loved her optimism, her sense of humour, and her bouncy... personality! They wanted to spend their lives with her, and to act as father figures for her daughter. Anypony who stood in the way of this wholesome, inter-species, polyamorous love affair would answer to them! Suddenly Frank grabbed Saddle Goodmare by her tie and collar, and lifted her in the air. The unicorn lawyer was used to being threatened by her scumbag clients, but now she audibly gulped, overwhelmed by the tall human’s power... not to mention his potent, masculine scent. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?” Frank growled at the quivering unicorn as she frantically kicked her hooves. “I see a frustrated mare who gets her clients off, but can’t get herself off.” Zocco smirked. “A mare who knows each legal trick, yet never takes big zebra dick.” Rupert summed up the argument: “Instead of bits, maybe lawyer pony wants to smash with Muffins’ three ‘magnificent studs?’” Saddle’s struggles dwindled as streamers of her fragrant arousal dripped from her winking pussy onto her chair. “That would be... an acceptable substitute...” she admitted. After a week spent filming sex tapes of the three males banging Muffins in every hole, she knew better than anypony what they were capable of. Poor, neglected Saddle craved the same treatment these guys had been giving their fake marefriend... only rougher, and all at the same time! “Guys, please! You don’t need to do this just for me!” Muffins insisted. “Pretty pony might want to wait outside office,” Rupert cautioned the blushing grey pegasus. “Just remember, Muffins,” Frank told his lover, “this slut means nothing to me. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t even bother wrecking her holes.” “Yeah, Rupert loves pony too!” “My love shines brighter than the sun — I’ll fuck her once and we’ll be done.” Minutes later, Muffins sat uncomfortably in Saddle’s waiting room, holding tightly to her saddlebag among the drug dealers, public urinators and miscreants. Suddenly a realization surprised her. “Love?!” she whispered to herself. “They actually love me? It wasn’t an act? Oh, my gosh!” Before long, Muffins found herself pressing an ear against the office door, struggling to make out the screaming orgasms as Saddle Goodmare was taken to pound town by three weird, perfect dicks. Muffins just hoped that her special stallions wouldn’t be all tired out when they finished “paying off” her lawyer. She wanted to take them home and show them all the love she had in her heart for them! She needn’t have worried about a thing. The next morning, Muffins staggered in to the Ponyville post office to start her day of work, sore, gaping, reeking of sweat and semen... and very happy. 6. Tended by her loversAt the end of a hard day of mail delivery, the happiest mare in Equestria was glad to finally land at her own doorstep. Her saddlebag was full of groceries, and over one wing she held a fancy shopping bag, courtesy of Rarity For You. She smiled as she opened the door, thankful that her hard work could provide her family with a place to live. “Honeys, I’m ho—mmmph!” Before Muffins could move a single hoof through the doorway, she was accepting deep, sloppy tongue kisses from her three devoted husbands. “Mmm, welcome back, sweetheart.” “Yak missed pretty wife pony so much!” “True love returns, my passion burns!” Muffins grinned, quickly set her bags down next to the door and let her guys carry her over to the couch. Her senses swam in three flavours of masculine musk as her husbands eagerly kissed her, jostling playfully with each other for more time at her muzzle. “Mum, that’s gross!” her daughter Dinky complained from her seat at the kitchen table, a page of multiplication problems before her and a pencil held in her magic. “Don’t be so mushy!” “Please, guys,” Muffins moaned, slowly returning to her senses. “Not in front of Dinky. Save it for tonight.” Her husbands reluctantly agreed, and left off after planting their final pecks on Muffins’ cheeks. The pegasus spent a few minutes relaxing on the couch while Rupert preened her feathers and massaged her with his powerful hooves, slowly driving out the tension of a long day of flying. Meanwhile, Frank prepared a hearty dinner for the family, while Zocco helped Dinky with her schoolwork. Thanks to Frank’s and Rupert’s teaching salaries from the School of Friendship, the family budget was finally coming in to balance. Things were still tight, with three voracious young husbands tearing through the groceries, but the stack of unpaid bills was growing smaller and there was a little money now for family trips. Muffins was even saving money on Dinky’s foalcare, as Zocco had proved to be the perfect stay-at-home dad. I never thought I’d end up so lucky, she thought to herself. And to think it all started with that silly taxi business... The five of them sat at the crowded table and ate together, laughing and bonding as a family. All the while, Frank, Rupert and Zocco couldn’t stop casting glances at that shopping bag from Rarity For You, sitting ominously by the door like Checkhoof’s gun. They knew Muffins had been saving up for a brand new, custom tailored outfit, and it seemed tonight was to be the night. None of the guys could keep from wondering what kinky fantasy their sexy wife would be bringing to life, just for them! After dinner, Muffins tucked her daughter into bed, then trotted into her own bedroom to change into her new costume. Despite their ever growing excitement, Dinky’s three new dads took turns reading bedtime stories from their cultures to the tiny unicorn. Each of the males loved Dinky as dearly as if she were his own daughter, and each wanted her to sleep soundly tonight, no matter what manner of strange noises came through the wall. When Dinky finally fell asleep, the males paced eagerly outside the door to the bedroom they all shared with Muffins. The funk of testosterone grew ever thicker as the males waited, minute upon minute. Rupert and Zocco were fully unsheathed and ready, and Frank’s cock was a desperately throbbing bulge in his trousers. All attempts at conversation died out, lest they turn to the frustrating topic on everycreature’s mind: how much longer they’d have to wait before burying their dicks in the most beautiful mare in Equestria. “Somecreature should go check on her, just to see if she’s OK,” Frank offered. “No! Give time! Pony wife wants everything to be perfect!” A seeming eternity later, the bedroom door cracked open and a collective moan erupted from the three males. Muffins stepped out slowly and coyly showed herself off to her husbands. Her blonde mane was gathered into a bun and tucked neatly beneath a nurse’s cap. She wore long white stockings and a tight latex lab coat that covered her barrel but stopped just before her large, jiggling teats. Her full lips glistened with glossy red lipstick, and a stylish pair of glasses brought out her natural intelligence while downplaying her lazy eye. She had the confident smile of a mare who knows she is fully and utterly desired. “Worth the wait.” Zocco bit his lip, losing his ability to rhyme. “Oh, Muffins...” “Yak like.” The sexy nurse turned and slowly flagged her blonde tail above her large and worshipful ass, revealing a wet, winking pussy and a plothole coated with fresh lube. “Hello, boys,” Muffins whispered huskily. “Come in to my office, and let’s get started on those sperm samples.” “Yes, nurse!” the three males cried in unison. There was a lustful rush to the bedroom door, and Muffins was swept along in the tide, safe and secure in the arms and hooves of her loving husbands. Maybe Muffins would never meet her dream of living in the sky among all those stuck up pegasi, but that dream was already becoming a silly and faraway fantasy. Thanks to her three lovers, she’d found a much better life, right here on the ground...
1. Serviced by the human“Rainbow Dash! Rainbow Dash, wait up!” “Ugh...” The fast moving Wonderbolt tried to hide her annoyance as she slowed to a snail’s pace for Muffins, Ponyville’s clumsy mailmare. The grey pegasus flapped up to the blue speedster and smiled gratefully. “I just wanted to say thanks for catching Frank the other day!” “Yeah, sure, Derpy.” Rainbow Dash looked impatiently at the sun, descending to begin a lazy Ponyville afternoon. C’mon, it was cider season! Every second she spent talking to this slowpoke was one she couldn’t spend getting shitfaced and flirting with Applejack. “Who’s Frank, again?” “You know, the human guy with the orange mane! He teaches with you at the School of Friendship. You caught him when he fell off my saddle.” “Right, him! That was no problem!” Rainbow Dash put a hoof to her head as the scolding image of her super-honest crush came to her mind. “Actually I shouldn’t say that, it could’ve been really bad. But I didn’t mind... nope, I totally minded... erm, it could have happened to anypony? It’s not your fault? I’m happy to help? It’s a good thing Frank didn’t get hurt? Yeah, I can honestly say that! Frank didn’t get hurt! OK, great talk, see ya later!” Rainbow Dash blasted off towards Sweet Apple Acres, leaving Muffins tumbling around in her wake. Muffins watched her famous friend vanish over the horizon, and sighed. She forced a smile, just like her mother had taught her. “Even when you’re sad, your beautiful smile can cheer up other ponies.” She gathered her strength and flew towards the cheap apartment blocks and rental houses that had sprung up near the School of Friendship to house the many foreign creatures who learned and taught there. Lately, Muffins had forced more and more of her smiles. After being passed over for a promotion at Equestria Post, the struggling single mother had decided to start a side business, running an air taxi service for the humans and other flightless races who were now a common sight around Ponyville. Unfortunately, so far nothing at all had come from her second job except for the chic, tailored livery she wore on duty. The tight fitting outfit with its peaked cap was so much more flattering than Muffins’ baggy mailmare uniform. Far from the hapless mare so many ponies made fun of, the taxi livery made her look serious and official, and she’d almost cried to see herself in Rarity’s mirror as she tried on the stylish tunic. But the custom outfit had cost her 300 bits, even at a discounted rate, and she’d yet to have a single paying customer... except for the one she’d accidentally dropped hundreds of metres above Ponyville. Muffins reached the apartment building and flapped upwards, flying with determination towards Frank’s balcony. This could be the day everything turned around! She’d promised the human a free trip to Cloudsdale to make up for her mistake the other day. Maybe she wouldn’t screw it up. Maybe she’d start getting more customers. Maybe she’d be able to afford nice birthday presents for Dinky after all... Muffins landed on Frank’s balcony, tapped lightly on the glass to get the human’s attention, and turned around to face the open sky. She spread her wings and showed off the saddle mounted firmly on her back, quite unaware that she was also flaunting her large, jiggly plot to anypony — or anyhuman — who cared to look. Muffins heard the door slide open a crack, and the shuffling of human feet. “Oh, hi, Ms. Muffins...” Frank stuttered nervously. Muffins looked back at the handsome young human and smiled a real smile. “Your ride is ready, sir.” She beckoned with one wing to the saddle on her back. “Wow. Wow.” Frank coughed nervously. “Don’t be shy, hop on! I had Rarity add safety straps!” “Ms. Muffins, I’m really sorry, but I have to confess: I don’t need to go to Cloudsdale today.” “Where do you need to go?” “I don’t need to go anywhere — I just had to see you again. Ever since the other day... I can’t stop thinking about you! Maybe you’re not the best flyer, but you’re a really sweet mare, and I hope you don’t mind me saying, but your body is amazing.” “M-my body?” Muffins was a mare with needs like any other, but it had been a long time since a stallion had shown any interest. When she was younger, she’d gathered praise for her good looks, and enjoyed a roll in the hay nearly every night. But she’d never been able to lose her pregnancy weight, and the compliments had ceased years ago. It seemed that guys who were into pegasi only wanted skinny tomboys... but maybe that only applied to ponies! Maybe humans were different... more accepting! Frank hit his palm against his forehead. “I... I’m so sorry,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have said that. What was I thinking? You should just go.” “Wait! What do you like about my body?” Muffins asked shyly. Frank blushed. “You really want to know?” “Of course! Don’t leave me hanging! Oops, wrong choice of words...” “I love your mane,” Frank confessed. “I’ve always been attracted to blondes, and your mane’s so silky. I loved to feel it against my face when you were carrying me. And you’ve got a lovely face, and, erm... your butt, of course.” “My butt?” The pegasus felt her confidence slowly returning after years in the dumps. She stood straight in her uniform and pushed her foal bearing hips out proudly, pointing her large ass directly at the human. The cheek flesh quivered slightly as it took in its first appreciative gaze in years — at least, the first one Muffins knew about! “Tell me what you like about my butt.” “You don’t mind?” Muffins stretched her wings back and coyly covered her plot and twitching marehood from Frank’s view. “You’d better tell me why you like it, if you want me to let you keep staring at it!” she teased. “Your ass is perfect!” Frank burst out all at once, desperate to feast his eyes once again on the older mare’s rump. “It’s so round, so full. The way it moves, the way your stockings go right up to its lowest curve, your lovely cutie marks, those little moments where I can look past your tail and see...” “See what~?” Muffins gently moved her wings away from her plot just in time to let Frank see her clit pop out with a wink. “You know...” Frank blushed profusely. “Your private parts.” “Hrm... I did ask you to tell me what you liked, so I can’t be upset if you get a little fresh.” An evil smile fluttered across Derpy’s lips. “Say, Frank, if you like my bum so much, why don’t you give it a kiss?” “R-really? You’d let me kiss you down there?” A bulge was forming in the human’s trousers, much to Muffins’ delight. It seemed she’d found the secret to catching young guys like Frank. They just needed a stern mommy-mare to take the reins and order them to treat her the way they secretly longed to! “Go on, cutie,” Muffins teased. “Kneel down and kiss my plot, right here on the balcony.” “Yes, Mistress Muffins!” “Mistress, eh? A girl could get used to th—whoa!” In an instant, the pervy human had knelt down and gripped the mare’s large grey buns in his strong hands. Burying his face in Muffins’ humid crack, he planted his lips on his crush’s perky ponut and began to lick and suck lovingly. His tongue danced across her wrinkles, twirling around, gently digging, tickling her perineum, bringing back sensations Muffins had thought had vanished along with her youthful beauty. “I-I didn’t mean the hole!” she protested. “I just meant a little kiss on the flank!” “I’m so sorry, Mistress!” Frank let go of the pegasus’ ass, but this only trapped his head between thicc and meaty cheeks. His voice sounded muffled, as though from deep underground. “I’ll happily kiss you most gently on the flank... just as soon as I can get out of here...” “No need to be sorry! Keep going! This is great! But... are you sure you don’t mind, Frank? I’ve been flying all day.” “Your sweat just makes your plot taste better, Mistress!” Frank returned his attention to Muffins’ long neglected pucker, diving deep with his tongue. Tingles ran up and down Muffins’ spine. She hadn’t felt this in so long! “Oh, gosh! Frank, do me a favour, please?” Muffins tried to wiggle her bum free of the human’s hungry mouth, but he just followed her as she shimmied, dragging his lips and tongue up and down her crack, even licking her sensitive vulva and giving one wet, heavenly tickle to her clit. “Frank! Stop it! Mistress wants to see your humanhood!” “Yes, right away!” Frank quickly unzipped his pants even as he struggled free of his sweaty plot-prison. He stood up, slid the clothing down his long legs and let his cock spring free from its confines with a whiff of alien smelling but undoubtedly male musk. Muffins grinned at the sight! Frank was so stiff for her, and his dick had the cutest mushroom shaped head! But even as his “Mistress” admired her prize, Frank seemed overcome by doubt. He tentatively cupped his hands as if to cover his erection, but a stern shake of the head put that nonsense to rest! Frank cast his head down in shame, his endowment slowly softening. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” he muttered regretfully. “I know I can’t measure up to a stallion.” “Oh, you are a stallion as far as I’m concerned...” Muffins eyed the human’s dick and licked her lips. She knew just the place for that fat, rounded crown! “I bet that perfect cock would make us both feel great if you pushed it up my plot!” “Wow! Are you sure?” Frank’s cock quickly swelled back to its former glory under Muffins’ generous praise. “Yes, please! I love anal! But the guy has to be gentle, and not too big... you’re perfect!” “Oh, geeze! I’m going to get some lube — don’t go anywhere!” Muffins giggled at Frank’s eagerness, bordering on desperation. As if she would leave this balcony for anything in Equestria! She heard Frank searching around in his kitchenette, and in moments he returned with a jar of olive oil. The thick, golden liquid dripped out messily onto the balcony as he poured it over his hand and over Muffins’ flank, heedless of the waste. Muffins couldn’t wait, either. “That’s plenty!” she called out. “Oil me up!” Frank reached his hand deep into the pegasus’ crack and began to rub against her saliva soaked pucker as the extra oil dribbled down her cheeks like a waterfall of warm honey. “Yeah, rub it in—whoa, fingers!” Muffins’ wings flapped out as the human’s delicate digits suddenly probed into her plothole, coating her insides with the slippery oil. “Sorry, are you OK?” “Ooh, don’t you dare stop doing that, Frank!” Reassured, the human male slowly pushed two fingers deeper and deeper into Muffins’ hungry butt, reaching deep into the core of her most forbidden aches. He stroked in and out, lubricating her with enough oil to ease the passage of even the largest pony dick. But Muffins didn’t want a pony dick, and she didn’t want fingers, either — she wanted her human! “Oh, gosh! Oh, gosh! I need you inside me, Frank! Fuck me now!” “Are you sure, Mistress?” “Quit the ‘Mistress’ crap!” Muffins barked. “It was fun when we were getting started, but right now I need you to stallion up and stuff my buns!” “Yes, Mi—Muffins!” Frank moaned as he gripped the plot of his dreams, spreading the thick, marbled cheeks with his thumbs to reveal the deep crack and the puckered object of his worship. The head of his cock pressed against Muffins’ sphincter, gently, yet bluntly and with ever gathering force. Muffins relaxed her muscles and slowly felt herself give way to his hot, fulfilling thickness. “Ooh, yeah, give it to me.” That cockhead felt huge, and perfect, just as she’d imagined. And the shaft... how lovely, it was firmer than the head, it stroked her and stretched her just right even as it pushed that spongy crown deeper into her, gently massaging her insides. “Frank, you have no idea how much I need this.” Muffins wanted to cry with relief. How long had it been since a guy had filled her backdoor? Her husband had been far too large, and since the divorce... she couldn’t even remember the last time somepony had kissed her! “I’ve never done this...” Frank babbled. “With a pony, or in the butt... oh, fuck!” He pushed his cock in to the base, but then he just left it there in Muffins’ plot, taking up space, not moving it in or out. The feeling of fullness was not unpleasant, but it was far from the vigorous rutting the mature pegasus deserved! Muffins snorted and rolled her eyes. OK, maybe Frank needed some help, but who said this had to be a one time thing? She’d tutor him, and he’d be so grateful that he’d be her virile, plot pumping plaything for as long as he stayed in Ponyville! “You’re doing great, Frank,” Muffins reassured the human. “Now grip my butt and start thrusting, slow and gentle. Take command, don’t be a wimp, but watch me and slow down if I look uncomfortable. I won’t let you hurt me, so don’t worry. Just please, please, fuck me. Fuck me. Yes, Frank, that’s wonderful. Fuck me.” Frank fucked her, and filled her up with everything she’d been missing. His cock was like a burning rod pushed deep inside her, unlocking sensations and emotions she’d kept bottled up for years. With every thrust of his shaft into her sensitive plot she felt more complete, less like a machine who sleepflew through each day and more like a living, breathing, desirable mare. Muffins thought bitterly of those “girl’s night” gatherings at Berry Punch’s bar: having to ask her friends to pay for that second glass of wine, enduring comments about her weight and her lazy eye, always going home alone. Who’s getting nailed by a hot young guy now, girls? That’s right: Fat-Plot Derpy! Frank grabbed on to the horn of the saddle strapped to Muffins’ back, holding her firmly in place as he rutted her ass. He grunted frantically and gave cute little moans, his hips moving back and forth, gifting her long, full thrusts. It wouldn’t be long now! “Do you see my pussy, Frank?” Muffins teased. “I... I can’t, your butt’s in the way. I know it’s beautiful, though!” “It’s wet, Frank. I’m dripping and winking, and you’re doing all of that. You’re not even touching my pussy, and you’re making me feel like I haven’t felt in years.” “I’m so happy... I just want to please you, Muffins.” “Have you ever seen a full maregasm before?” “N-no, never...” “It’s a very beautiful thing. They can’t be faked, so whenever this happens, you know that you’ve... oh, gosh, Frank, I’M CUMMING!” Muffins felt a dam burst inside her, a dam built by day after day of sexual neglect, only to be destroyed in moments. She tensed in pleasure and the flood of her marecum gushed out in a great fragrant sheet, like a thunderstorm of lust, soaking the welcome mat Frank had set on his balcony for his pegasus visitors. “Aaah, Frank, lover!” Muffins’ insides quaked around the human’s thrusting cock as the contractions of her pleasure slowly eased. “Was it good for you, too?” “I’m sorry, but I’m not quite done.” Frank fiercely thrust his stiffness into her once again and her sore insides swelled with pleasure. “Not done?” “Yeah, I’m sorry...” “You’re sorry?!” Of course Muffins had heard about humans and their staying power. Girl’s night gossip said that performances of five or even ten minutes were not unheard of. A married human couple worked as masseuses at the spa, and the rumour was that the male could satisfy Aloe, Lotus and his wife in a single session — a feat that he repeated nightly! Muffins had scoffed at this obvious exaggeration, but now, with her very own human plowing her right through a full on maregasm, she wasn’t so sure. Frank’s powerful hands squeezed and groped Muffins’ jiggling plot, holding her in place beneath him. He slid everything out but the tip of his head, then stretched her anal ring again with his perfect sized cock, driving it firmly up her ass to the base. His thrusts filled and emptied her once a second, his thighs spanking her plot, his breathing ragged as his pleasure mounted to match hers. “I’m going to cum!” Frank panted out. “I-I’ll do better next time, I promise! I mean... if there is a next time...” “You can bet there’s going to be a next time!” Frank had already outlasted her ex-husband... heck, he’d outdone every lover she’d ever had! “Come on, Frank! Fill my naughty ponut with your love!” “P... ponut?” Muffins looked over her shoulder, utterly embarrassed. “Do they not call it that anymore? Oh, I must sound like an old nag, using slang from high school.” “No, it’s just that... I never thought I’d hear such a dirty word out of those lovely lips!” Muffins giggled at the flattery. It seemed she’d found the button that would set her young lover’s passion boiling over. “Ponut, ponut, fuck my dirty ponut~!” she called out playfully. “Nnngh! Oh, Muffins! I love your ponut!” “Then fill it with cum, stud!” “CUMMING!” Frank’s throbbing balls slapped gently against her clit as he sheathed himself one last time, and Muffins’ passion burst again as she felt the gushing of his liquid love deep inside her. “I’m cumming, too! Oh my gosh!” Fireworks danced in Muffins’ mind as her eyes rolled back in her head, the rhythm of Frank’s pulsing sperm bringing her over the edge to another climax. The handsome young human was a gift from Celestia herself! It had been a week since Muffins had been able to steal enough privacy to clop herself off in the mares’ room at work, and now she’d cum twice in just a few minutes! Muffins’ bountiful body wobbled unsteadily on her hooves as the last drips of her second orgasm dribbled onto Frank’s welcome mat. It wasn’t the full blown gusher her first had been, but it was just as satisfying. Muffins felt sated, cared for, and just a bit dizzy. “Oh my gosh...” she whispered, putting a hoof to her heated forehead. “Can I come in, Frank? I just need to sit down for a moment.” Frank groaned and panted, but recovered quickly. He bowed gallantly and gestured the mature pegasus into his apartment. “Muffins, it would be my pleasure if you’d come in and sit that beautiful plot right down on my face.” “Oh! I think I will, thank you. Is this a human tradition?” “It is now!” Frank lay on his back next to his sofa and guided the older pegasus in for a landing. Muffins’ teats pressed firmly against his chest as she settled her wet, sensitive pussy onto the human’s face, playfully wiggling the rump he loved so much and ensuring it was the only thing he could see. “What a lovely tradition,” Muffins murmured. Frank reached out with his foot and slid the balcony door closed, and he eagerly began to lick Muffins’ marecum from her soaking pussy lips. His face rubbed against her oil soaked fur as he made sure to get his tongue into every crease of his lover’s magical flower. Muffins giggled, her dominant side coming out to play again. “Golly, Frank,” she teased. “I think we ought to have a good, long talk about your future as my personal seat cushion.” “Mmmph!” Frank’s muffled cry was one of approval for sure, and his flagging erection began to stiffen again as he dug his tongue into Muffins’ no longer neglected marehood. Muffins smiled gently to watch that cute dick swell in anticipation of a second round of lovemaking. Quite by accident, it seemed the mature mare had found the sort of young and eager lover her friends could only dream of...
2. Claimed by the yak“Alright, my passenger today is Rupert,” Muffins rehearsed to herself. “He’s another teacher who works with Frank, and he wants to visit Yakyakistan. I think I can make it if he doesn’t mind a few rest stops.” Despite her hardships, Muffins had always tried to show a cheerful face to the world. Now that she was getting regularly eaten out and dicked up the butt, her mind was filled with cheery emotions to match her smile. As she flew towards Rupert’s home to pick him up, Muffins found herself not worrying about her unpaid bills, but wondering if her second human customer would be as cute as the first. Sitting on Frank’s face had become the best part of Muffins’ daily lunch break. Hidden behind the counter at the post office, her submissive lover eagerly licked and kissed her to several small orgasms as she slowly nibbled her salad. He was so grateful for the chance to serve “Mistress,” he even bought her lunch every day! What a gentlecolt! Her head filled with these pleasant memories, Muffins landed in the backyard of a small house near the Friendship School. She stepped onto the patio’s flagstones and backed up towards the door, using her wings to tidy her rear view, making sure her stockings and her tunic perfectly framed her extra large and extra desirable ass. “Your ride is ready, sir!” she called out to the house. Muffins had thoroughly cleaned her butt before donning her uniform, just in case she got lucky with her second customer. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? Two hot guys who lived to pleasure her? It was the sort of cheesy scenario that only happened in those “erotic romances” Muffins checked out at the Ponyville Library, but a mare can dream! Muffins looked over her shoulder nervously as her customer trod out onto the patio with hoofsteps that shook the ground. He wasn’t a human after all! He was covered in fur, definitely four-legged, and big! Big all over! “Oh!” Muffins raised a hoof with surprise. “You’re a yak... named Rupert... that’s why you want to go to Yakyakistan...” “Yak can’t wait to get back home and date lots of pretty cows!” Rupert dropped his voice and spoke quietly (for a yak.) “Between yak and pony, it been a long time for old Rupert!” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Muffins’ heart pounded loudly and she felt herself begin to moisten. Submissive Frank was a cutie pie, but Rupert was more like her ex-husband: a hairy, muscular hunk! “You know, Rupert, you’re a very handsome fellow,” Muffins couldn’t help but add. “If I were ten years younger — oh, but I bet you’ve got a whole herd of lovely ladies waiting for you at home.” “No! Rupert shy!” Rupert bellowed in a voice that nearly knocked Muffins head over hooves. “But after month with no cow, nothing can stop yak bull from making move!” “OK, one flight to Yakyakistan, coming right up.” Muffins gulped and scooted her butt back against Rupert’s front legs, hoping her back would hold out beneath his weight. “Just hold on to my withers, and we’ll... I hope... be ready for takeoff!” The weight of the full grown bull nearly crushed Muffins as Rupert reared up and landed on her back, the saddle digging into his barrel and his front hooves straddling hers. Oh, dear, what had she gotten herself into? Rupert was twice her size! Muffins flapped her wings desperately, but with the massive yak atop her she couldn’t lift so much as a centimetre off the ground. “Why pretty pony not flying?” Rupert’s deep voice rumbled through Muffins’ body, sending her staggering beneath the yak’s bulk... and setting her winking like crazy! “Are you sure you’re using the saddle properly—w-wait, did you just call me pretty?” The mature pegasus blushed with the sudden realization. “Sorry! Rupert not mean to be rude!” “Please don’t apologize! It’s just that it’s been such a long time since I felt a guy hold me like this.” Muffins shuddered hungrily as the weight of the yak bull pressed onto her. She felt warm tingles deep within her, the fanning of embers that hadn’t burned for years. After all, this was the breeding position. “And you think I’m pretty... gosh...” Muffins gasped as she suddenly felt something brush against her sensitive lower lips. It was big. And thick. And long. And shaped like a cock. “Is that your cock?” she asked cleverly. “Ugh, Rupert knew this would happen!” Rupert cried out. “Yaks best at getting throbbing erections at worst possible times!” The large bull began to shift his weight off Muffins’ back. “Sorry, pretty pony. Rupert take cold shower and be right back!” “W-wait... why waste it?” Muffins cautiously pushed her hips backwards, hoping for another rub against that splendid slab of yak meat, her mind made dizzy by the waves of musk pouring from Rupert’s huge, warm body. “I mean, if you’re already hard... it’d be much easier to fly you to Yakyakistan if your balls weren’t so heavy.” Yes, that definitely made sense! “But you not yak!” Rupert’s erection said he was eager to experiment with the smaller, older pony, but this detail strangely held him back. “That’s fine with me,” Muffins assured him. “That just means I can’t get pregnant!” “Pony not understand. In Yakyakistan, it forbidden for yak to smash with un-yak!” “But this ain’t Yakyakistan, mister, so get to smashing!” “Hrm... OK! Yak down to mate if pretty pony is!” Muffins yelped as Rupert snapped his hips and slid his massive cock into her soaking pussy with one long thrust. “Go slow!” she cried out. “Whaaah! Or fast! Fast is good, too!” “Smash” was exactly the word! The young yak’s thrusts were hard and firm, and his cock would brook no argument. Like it or not, Muffins was Rupert’s helpless pegasus cocksleeve until he was done with her! It was a good thing indeed that she liked it — a lot! Frank’s submissive sweetness was so much fun to play with, but there was nothing like being claimed by a hung, powerful lover! Rupert had needed a push to get started, but he was now going full steam ahead. No biped could ever pin a mare the way he was doing to her, and no human cock could go this deep. Her husband had been like this on the night Dinky was conceived... dominant and unstoppable. Not that the now-single mother wanted to stop her surprising new partner! “Oh my gosh, Rupert, you’re fucking huge!” Muffins struggled for breath beneath the mountain of male muscle, as she was taken in a way she’d never thought she would be again. “Unnngh... Rupert love to smash with pretty pony! Tight pony pussy underneath that fat yak ass!” “I’ll consider that a... oh, fuck! compliment!” Every forceful slam of Rupert’s body against hers nearly knocked Muffins off her hooves. Rupert shoved his smaller partner across the patio with his thrusts, with sparks flying every time Muffins’ horseshoes scraped against the stone. In less than a minute, Muffins felt Rupert’s cock swell even larger inside her and start to leak a stream of hot, viscous precum. It seemed a yak couldn’t last as long as a pony, let alone a human, but that was just fine — Muffins didn’t know how much more of this vigorous rutting she could take! “Yak going to cum!” Rupert warned her. “Want yak to pull out?” Muffins’ mind frantically swam back to the surface as she tried to speak through a hot blizzard of pleasure. “Don’t you dare pull out!” she cried. For years the unlucky pegasus had had to settle for small pleasures. A tasty meal, a romantic movie with a kiss at the end, the smile when a customer got a package they’d been expecting... Now, finally, things were changing for her. Pony stallions still overlooked her, but there were so many exotic males, from lands beyond Equestria, who considered her a mare worth knowing! Romantic movies were nice, but thick hot yak creampies were much better! “Pony best!” Rupert bellowed. “Pretty pony best at making yak CUM!” He pushed in deeper than anypony ever had before, knocking at the entrance to Muffins’ womb and sending floods of spunk into her cervix. Muffins was far from her peak when Rupert started shooting, but the yak’s hard thrusting orgasm lasted longer than the sex! It went on for so long that Muffins was able to reach her climax, cumming all over his cock just as he finished. And what a load! Poor, pent up Rupert came as much as three pony stallions! The tired yak slid off of her body and landed on the patio with a loud thump. “Unnngh...” Muffins moaned, her legs wobbling like a newborn foal’s. Litres of warm cream flowed from her gaping pussy with every helpless twitch and wink. She looked behind her to see Rupert lying flat on his back with his tongue fallen out, drooling saliva onto the patio. “Oh, gosh, Rupert, are you all right?” Muffins quickly slipped her hooves around the yak’s neck and embraced the bulky stud as much as she could, kissing his shaggy face. “Don’t pass out on me now!” “Yak never better!” Rupert reassured his lover. “Sex was great, but now pretty pony needs to carry Rupert back to Yakyakistan! Yak so drained, can’t even move!” Muffins frowned to think of even trying to lift the mighty bull, much less carry him across Equestria. She thought quickly and snuggled against Rupert’s ear. “Are you sure you want to go back to Yakyakistan?” she whispered. “Wouldn’t you rather stay here and fuck me every day?” “Hrm... good point! Ponyville is Rupert’s home now! Wallet is inside, on nightstand — pretty pony can take what she needs.” Wow, that was generous! Rupert was paying her for the taxi trip, even though she’d convinced him not to go! Inside Rupert’s bedroom, Muffins gently opened the yak’s wallet with her teeth. Rupert wasn’t exactly wealthy, but what was in there would definitely help her take care of the bills that kept piling up. Muffins looked at the small stack of money longingly, but she didn’t want to overwhelm her new friend’s generosity. In the end, she took just two 20 bit bills from Rupert’s wallet, just enough to buy some new school supplies for Dinky. As she flew home, the air flowing easily over her streamlined pilot’s uniform, her creampie dribbling out a dotted line across Ponyville, Muffins felt a bittersweet tugging at her heart. She’d now found two generous and giving lovers, but she still hadn’t completed one single trip for her air taxi business...
3. Wooed by the zebraYoung Zocco came to Ponyville Of zebra mares he’d had his fill A bad breakup he’d just been through Had left him wanting something new Equestria! He longed to jump A large, exotic pony rump! And where but Ponyville, the place Where fat butts dropped on every face? Where every mare was extra-round And winked at every guy she found? 'Twas here the School of Friendship sat, Whose teachers were especially phat! (So said the guidebook Zocco bought: “The Zebra’s Guide to Pony Plot”) Aboard the train, he’d fantasize Of clapping cheeks and meaty thighs No ordinary mare for him He set his sights on high class trim! Yes, he would visit with his tool The cute professors at the School! The guidebook listed them by name, Heroic mares of lasting fame: Headmare Starlight, the visitor will find Possesses beauty equal to her mind (Though both are quite surpassed by her behind!) Counselor Trixie, with confidence to spare Will tell you what to do, how long, and where (Anything to touch that derriere!) Daring Rainbow Dash, who will not rest Until her awesome butt’s the very best (I’d love to help her on her noble quest!) Strong Applejack, whose donkalicious plot Is muscular, and powerful, and taut (If I may speak the honest truth... she’s hawt.) Sweet Pinkie, whose blue, mischievous eyes Enhance an ass of greatest heft and size (And teats to match the largest of her pies!) Kind Rarity, whose lush and generous curves Offer far more than any guy deserves (She likes it when you sneak a peak, you pervs!) And Fluttershy, the mare who’s fully packed So beautiful, so cheerful, and so stacked (She’ll treat a zebra nice, and that’s a fact!) Rent a room, the guide had said, Clean and with a sturdy bed. He unpacked and refined his tactics: The lube, the toys, the prophylactics Anything a mare might need To win that hot, fresh zebra seed! Towards the School he then did rush To claim his share of pony tush But in the garden grounds outside He halted, jaw extended wide A yellow moon had caught his eyes, Bedecked with lovely butterflies! ‘Twas Fluttershy, who’d stooped to scold A duckling who had left the fold Bent over, she was something rare A perfect flower of a mare! Those buns were worth their weight in gold They would be his, to kiss, to hold! “My dearest love!” young Zocco spoke He’d come this far, he couldn’t choke! He smiled, showing perfect teeth And let his cock slide from its sheath A move like this was guaranteed To show he had what all mares need But, far from dropping to her knees, She eeped and flew into the trees! Zocco admired her from afar His lover true, his golden star! “She must have seen a robin’s nest Besieged by predator or pest Oh, Fluttershy, so kind and gentle...” “Excuse me, are you FUCKING MENTAL? “Stop scaring poor lil’ Fluttershy!” Zocco gasped: ’twas Pinkie Pie! She stood as thicc as he had read Each butt cheek larger than his head Although she scowled, our hero knew Exactly what he had to do! He kissed her hooves and pledged his life If Pinkie’d be his pony wife In florid poetry he swore To serve her plot as none before But as he asked her to his place A slap rang out across his face! “I have a coltfriend, creep!” she cried Zocco near wished that he had died He’d never steal another’s mate! That guidebook must be out of date! Some other zebra’d met that goal And seeded her with his own foal Now every day, his lucky cum Was slurped into that chubby tum! So mortified he could not speak He heard the thunderclap of cheek On cheek as, striding through the grounds Arrived the mighty purple mounds Awobble most imposingly Of Starlight Glimmer, Ph.D As Zocco tried to voice his lust She gazed on him with sheer disgust And said words he could not believe: “I’m sorry, but you have to leave.” “But why?” begged Zocco. She said, "Look, I bet you read that stupid book. “‘The Guide to Pony Plot’ or some moronic title — it’s so dumb! It doesn’t tell the truth at all! Heck, Dash’s butt is really small! Pinkie’s not a secret slut That’s utterly inaccurate! We don’t crave zebras up our cunts I screwed Zecora’s brother, once! “That book is just for lonely guys To touch themselves and fantasize If you want sex, a bar’s the place To meet a pony face to face But note on a related topic: This is real life, not a clopfic!” Then Zocco crept off in disgrace, A frown (and no plots) on his face The guidebook was a hoax, a scam! These ponies didn’t want to slam! They wouldn’t burst out into song At one quick glimpse of zebra dong! They didn’t want to be his wives They all had partners, interests, lives! Not one fat cheek could Zocco grab And so with shame he called a cab Sadder but wiser, he’d go back To Zebrica, wherein the smack Of ass on hips was heard all day At least he could get laid that way! Perchance a mare would condescend To hide her stripes and then pretend To be the lovely Rarity An act of carnal charity For saddened Zocco, mind concussed By pent up horny pony lust He packed his bags without a word And wasn’t long before he heard The touch of hooves outside his door, Four gentle taps upon the floor The pega-taxi had arrived To end his journey most deprived With lessons learned at bitter cost But just as it seemed hope was lost... He saw a rounded curve of fur And heard “Your ride is ready, sir.” The mare was grey, and winged, and blonde And like a rock skipped on a pond Zocco’s heart flew from his chest Of all the mares, he’d found the best! His sheath could not conceal his lust That lovely face, that voice, that bust! But most of all, atop his thoughts, That massive plot to end all plots! Her every curve was sculpted in Purest pleasure, deepest sin The zebra silently gave thanks For all the wobble in those flanks He cleared his throat — he’d try once more Where three times he had failed before He spoke: “If I might be so bold, You’re truly lovely to behold!” She looked back at his cock in awe And drooled a bit at what she saw “Oh, gosh, you too?” was her response A wink revealed her marish wants “May I?” he asked — she nodded yes Thus Zocco met his sweet princess! Now, Zocco knew, though he was young That zebras conquer with the tongue! With rhymes of love, and then with licks And only then with stiffened pricks Yes, zebra mares are satisfied Before their stallions slip inside! He proved now, for his would-be steed A cunning linguist indeed! Her tender berry was a feast With every lick, his lust increased! With skilful kisses he worked loose A flood of creamy pony juice “Now, take me!” cried the mare at last He mounted her and held her fast! His cock slid in deep, to the root “Oh my!” she cried, “You’re hung and cute!” With every thrust his heart grew fonder A plot to pound, a face to ponder! Her cheeks like pillows on his thighs, Her derpy ahegao eyes Zocco knew he’d found the one To make his lonely bedtimes fun! His cock had pleasured mares galore But none had felt like this before (No, honestly, Zocco’d had sex With just one mare: his lousy ex Yet in his dreams, even the Queen Of Zebrica might ride his peen Seducing him with royal charm Alas, then rang his damned alarm!) They came together, her and him The lad’s first taste of pony quim Ended in quite a pleasant show They cuddled in the afterglow She lay with him upon the couch And playfully toyed with his pouch “Well, you’re no human, but at least Your cock’s normal, not like some beast.” As Zocco heaved ecstatic sighs She gazed at him with bedroom eyes And asked the zebra stud she’d found: “Say, why don’t you stick around?”
4. Screwed by the WonderboltAs Celestia slowly lowered the sun, Muffins flew up into the clouds above Ponyville, ever further away from the School of Friendship, and into Goldstream Heights, a posh suburb of Cloudsdale where wealthy pegasi lived in luxury. Once she’d dreamed of making it up here herself, but the birth of her unicorn daughter meant she’d always be an outsider here. She knew it wasn’t fair to blame Dinky. By the time Muffins’ filly was born, her dream had been destroyed by her ugly divorce and the job she’d had to take at Equestria Post. These fancy houses were for other mares: mares whose business ideas were more successful than a dumb air taxi service. Mares who were willing to give up their independence and be kept as trophy wives for some elderly business stallion. Mares who didn’t need to fight for everything. Muffins wiped away a tear, then bucked up and resolved to stop feeling sorry for herself. She looked at the slip of paper tucked into the underside of her peaked cap, reminding herself of her destination. “916 Cumulus Circle?” she asked herself. “Isn’t that Thunderlane’s mansion?” But Thunderlane was a Wonderbolt! Why did he need an air taxi? Maybe he’d had an earth pony friend over for dinner, and he only needed Muffins to bring him... or her... down to the ground before the cloud walking potion ran out. Gosh, Thunderlane, what a stallion! That chiselled jaw, that sleek physique, that thick sheath... and that bulging wallet! Muffins was very fond of Frank, Rupert, and Zocco, but her playmates were hardly rich. If Thunderlane would cast just one romantic glance in her direction, she and Dinky would be set for life. Muffins flew up to the large, imposing door to Thunderlane’s mansion and pressed her hoof against the bell. She turned around as usual, admiring the fading colours of the sunset. A minute later she looked over her shoulder, forcing her biggest smile as Thunderlane opened the door. Thunderlane wore a plush velvet robe with a golden kirin on one side and a silver nirik on the other. The extravagant garment had surely cost more than Muffins’ rent for an entire year. The hard-partying playcolt held a Crystal Empire glass full of a deep blue liquor imported from the Dragonlands. Muffins could smell the alcohol from where she stood: so much stronger than the cheap cider she could only afford at the end of the season. “Y-your ride is ready, sir.” Muffins thrust out her rump a little further. She felt dirty acting like this, trying to use her body to catch sympathy from a rich guy, but she had to think of Dinky’s future! Muffins shuddered as the cocky Wonderbolt looked Muffins up and down as if she was a bale of hay. Frank, Rupert, and Zocco had all stared at her plot, but playfully and even tenderly. Thunderlane’s gaze felt like a violation! “I guess you’ll do,” Thunderlane sighed at last. “How much do you charge for anal?” “Huh?” The wealthy stallion scoffed loudly. “Oh, are you too good to take it up the plot? Are you the sort of whorse who still thinks she has dignity?” “I’m not a whorse! I’m a working mother who’s trying to run a business!” Muffins lashed out verbally at the entitled slob behind her. Thunderlane just lifted his drink to his lips. “Yeah, right. Everypony knows this ‘air taxi’ of yours is just a cover for making suck-and-fuck house calls.” “That’s not it at all! I just happen to keep meeting sexy single guys while I’m working! Yes, sometimes I end up taking it up the plot, but only because I like it, with the right guy, which isn’t you!” Suddenly Muffins heard a siren, and a carriage pulled by pegasi screeched to a halt in Thunderlane’s driveway. Policeponies poured from the carriage, charging tasers that were pointed directly at her. “Cloudsdale PD! Freeze!” “W-what’s going on?” Muffins asked her would-be client. “Aah, shit!” the stallion screamed. He turned into his mansion and yelled at somepony inside. “Flush it! Flush it!” “Muffins ‘Derpy’ Hooves, you are under arrest for soliciting!” Muffins gasped. “No!” she protested. “There’s been a mistake! I run a taxi business! Thunderlane, help me!” “Nevermind, don’t flush it!” Thunderlane called out. “They’re just here for the whorse!” Pegasi holding bright spotlights flapped above Muffins, blinding her. She shielded her eyes with a wing, only to find herself tackled and held against the clouds. Her face was forced down into the condensed water vapour that formed the streets of Cloudsdale, and Muffins choked and gagged. Her peaked cap slipped off her head, fell through the cloud below her and floated down into the Everfree Forest, lost forever. “Wait, please!” The policeponies roughly cuffed Muffins’ wings behind her back and carried her towards their paddy wagon, silently threatening her with their tasers. “I didn’t do anything!” she cried. “Please, I have a foal at home!” The stonefaced officers just snarled at the weeping pegasus and forced her into the back of the wagon, slamming the door. “Hey, what about me?” Thunderlane called out plaintively to the departing police. “Can I at least get a hoofjob?”
5. Better Call SaddleIn the Equestrian justice system, the ponies are represented by two separate yet equally important groups: the police who bust pegasi hookers, and the Crown Courts that prosecute the offenders. These are their stories. “No further questions, your highness,” the prosecutor snivelled. “The Crown rests its case.” Princess Twilight Sparkle looked down from her judge’s bench with a look of boredom, eyeing the trembling grey pegasus in the witness box. “Very well. Ms. Goodmare, any closing remarks? As if I didn’t know.” Saddle Goodmare, Equestria’s top defence lawyer, leapt up from the desk in the courtroom and straightened her wig. “Thank you, your highness. I’ll save you some time, so we can all get out of here early. We don’t dispute any of the facts in this case.” “We don’t?” Muffins burst out from the witness box. “Your prosecutor has tried to make this seem complicated and confusing, but it’s very simple: my client runs a legitimate air taxi business, and she has three devoted and loving partners. Now I ask you, is it illegal to accept gifts of money from your coltfriend? Is it illegal to let him buy you lunch every day? Is it illegal to sit on his face at your place of work while you eat that lunch? Don’t answer that one.” “Wait a minute.” Twilight held up a hoof. “You actually want me to believe that Derpy’s ‘customers’ are her coltfriends?” Saddle put her own hoof on the judge’s desk and looked the Princess in the eye. “My client’s name is Muffins, your highness.” Twilight rolled her eyes. “Fine... you want me to believe that ‘Muffins’ has three coltfriends?” “Why not? Don’t you yourself have seven husbands and seven wives, one for each day of the week?” “I fail to see how my royal harem is relevant, Ms. Goodmare,” Twilight stated through clenched teeth. “My client might not have the sexual power of an alicorn, but she’s a healthy mare, and she keeps her partners very busy. The only crime committed that night was Thunderlane’s disgusting attempt to slander her as a sex worker after she rejected his unwanted advances!” Twilight looked down at the pegasus in the dock. “Derp—I mean, Muffins, are you really going along with this chicanery? How could you possibly get three males of three different species to fall in love with you, all at once?” “What can I say, your highness?” Muffins batted her eyelashes coyly. “I’m a confident mare with a lot to offer — and a sexy uniform doesn’t hurt, of course!” “And do you have any proof that you and your partners were already in a relationship when you were observed flying to their homes and ‘getting intimate?’” “I believe I have that covered,” Saddle Goodmare announced. The unicorn shyster hovered many large boxes onto the the table before her. “If it please the court, I have here restaurant receipts, ticket stubs, vacation photos, love letters, motel guest books, sex tapes... more sex tapes...” Twilight Sparkle fumed. “This does not please the court, Ms. Goodmare!” “Your highness, it’s my duty to present you with all the evidence that exonerates my client. Now, you can take a few weeks out of your busy schedule to review all of this...” Saddle declared smarmily as she hovered a third box of sex tapes onto the table, “or you can dismiss the case against my client and her three magnificent studs forthwith!” Twilight sputtered, frowned, and finally picked up the gavel in her magic and banged it on her desk. “Fine, case dismissed, I guess,” she grumbled. Saddle hoof-pumped. “Nailed it!” she said to herself. “Yay!” Muffins cried out. “Everything’s going to be all better now!” “2,000 bits?” Muffins screamed. She dropped Saddle Goodmare’s bill to the floor and swooned into Frank’s strong, supportive arms. Saddle leaned back in her chair and put her hooves on her desk. “Hey, do you think it’s cheap to fake all of this evidence?” “But the fine for soliciting is only 100!” Muffins put a wing to her forehead as her human lover helped her back onto her hooves. “I can’t afford this!” “That’s not my problem.” Saddle dusted off her hooves. “I promised I’d get you off, and I got you off.” “I don’t know what went wrong!” Muffins wept loudly. “I only wanted some extra money to buy birthday presents, and now I’m worse off than when I started!” Frank, Rupert and Zocco silently looked at each other as they stood against the wall of Saddle’s office. None of them could stand to see their lover cry. They all thought of the time they’d spent with Muffins over the past week, as Saddle relentlessly urged each of them to create ever more “evidence” of a romance with the mare they’d all agreed to protect from legal trouble... “This letter’s a good start, Frank, but don’t keep mentioning that you’re visiting the human world. It sounds suspicious. Just say you can’t wait to get back to Ponyville and see her again. I want another draft on my desk in ten minutes!” ... “Now give Dinky her ice cream... big smiles, everypony! That’s perfect!” ... “Look at her when you kiss her! You’re falling in love, you striped moron! You just realized she’s the one! You never want this night to end — now kiss her like you mean it!” ... “Rupert, this poem sucks diamond dogshit! Do you think you can get a mare by rhyming ‘smash’ with ‘smash?’ My cunt is as dry as the Dragonlands! Zocco, get your ass over here and help Rupert write something mushy, yet arousing! I want a love poem that’ll make the Princess herself have to stop and rub one out!” ... “Slap her flank! Put some passion into it! This isn’t the first time you’re making love, it’s just your first time filming it! Come on, do I have to show you how?” Yes, this make-believe romance had bloomed into love! Real love, heavy and burning in the hearts of three males who couldn’t be more different from each other! Frank, Rupert and Zocco didn’t just crave sweaty, balls deep sex with Muffins: they loved her optimism, her sense of humour, and her bouncy... personality! They wanted to spend their lives with her, and to act as father figures for her daughter. Anypony who stood in the way of this wholesome, inter-species, polyamorous love affair would answer to them! Suddenly Frank grabbed Saddle Goodmare by her tie and collar, and lifted her in the air. The unicorn lawyer was used to being threatened by her scumbag clients, but now she audibly gulped, overwhelmed by the tall human’s power... not to mention his potent, masculine scent. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?” Frank growled at the quivering unicorn as she frantically kicked her hooves. “I see a frustrated mare who gets her clients off, but can’t get herself off.” Zocco smirked. “A mare who knows each legal trick, yet never takes big zebra dick.” Rupert summed up the argument: “Instead of bits, maybe lawyer pony wants to smash with Muffins’ three ‘magnificent studs?’” Saddle’s struggles dwindled as streamers of her fragrant arousal dripped from her winking pussy onto her chair. “That would be... an acceptable substitute...” she admitted. After a week spent filming sex tapes of the three males banging Muffins in every hole, she knew better than anypony what they were capable of. Poor, neglected Saddle craved the same treatment these guys had been giving their fake marefriend... only rougher, and all at the same time! “Guys, please! You don’t need to do this just for me!” Muffins insisted. “Pretty pony might want to wait outside office,” Rupert cautioned the blushing grey pegasus. “Just remember, Muffins,” Frank told his lover, “this slut means nothing to me. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t even bother wrecking her holes.” “Yeah, Rupert loves pony too!” “My love shines brighter than the sun — I’ll fuck her once and we’ll be done.” Minutes later, Muffins sat uncomfortably in Saddle’s waiting room, holding tightly to her saddlebag among the drug dealers, public urinators and miscreants. Suddenly a realization surprised her. “Love?!” she whispered to herself. “They actually love me? It wasn’t an act? Oh, my gosh!” Before long, Muffins found herself pressing an ear against the office door, struggling to make out the screaming orgasms as Saddle Goodmare was taken to pound town by three weird, perfect dicks. Muffins just hoped that her special stallions wouldn’t be all tired out when they finished “paying off” her lawyer. She wanted to take them home and show them all the love she had in her heart for them! She needn’t have worried about a thing. The next morning, Muffins staggered in to the Ponyville post office to start her day of work, sore, gaping, reeking of sweat and semen... and very happy.
6. Tended by her loversAt the end of a hard day of mail delivery, the happiest mare in Equestria was glad to finally land at her own doorstep. Her saddlebag was full of groceries, and over one wing she held a fancy shopping bag, courtesy of Rarity For You. She smiled as she opened the door, thankful that her hard work could provide her family with a place to live. “Honeys, I’m ho—mmmph!” Before Muffins could move a single hoof through the doorway, she was accepting deep, sloppy tongue kisses from her three devoted husbands. “Mmm, welcome back, sweetheart.” “Yak missed pretty wife pony so much!” “True love returns, my passion burns!” Muffins grinned, quickly set her bags down next to the door and let her guys carry her over to the couch. Her senses swam in three flavours of masculine musk as her husbands eagerly kissed her, jostling playfully with each other for more time at her muzzle. “Mum, that’s gross!” her daughter Dinky complained from her seat at the kitchen table, a page of multiplication problems before her and a pencil held in her magic. “Don’t be so mushy!” “Please, guys,” Muffins moaned, slowly returning to her senses. “Not in front of Dinky. Save it for tonight.” Her husbands reluctantly agreed, and left off after planting their final pecks on Muffins’ cheeks. The pegasus spent a few minutes relaxing on the couch while Rupert preened her feathers and massaged her with his powerful hooves, slowly driving out the tension of a long day of flying. Meanwhile, Frank prepared a hearty dinner for the family, while Zocco helped Dinky with her schoolwork. Thanks to Frank’s and Rupert’s teaching salaries from the School of Friendship, the family budget was finally coming in to balance. Things were still tight, with three voracious young husbands tearing through the groceries, but the stack of unpaid bills was growing smaller and there was a little money now for family trips. Muffins was even saving money on Dinky’s foalcare, as Zocco had proved to be the perfect stay-at-home dad. I never thought I’d end up so lucky, she thought to herself. And to think it all started with that silly taxi business... The five of them sat at the crowded table and ate together, laughing and bonding as a family. All the while, Frank, Rupert and Zocco couldn’t stop casting glances at that shopping bag from Rarity For You, sitting ominously by the door like Checkhoof’s gun. They knew Muffins had been saving up for a brand new, custom tailored outfit, and it seemed tonight was to be the night. None of the guys could keep from wondering what kinky fantasy their sexy wife would be bringing to life, just for them! After dinner, Muffins tucked her daughter into bed, then trotted into her own bedroom to change into her new costume. Despite their ever growing excitement, Dinky’s three new dads took turns reading bedtime stories from their cultures to the tiny unicorn. Each of the males loved Dinky as dearly as if she were his own daughter, and each wanted her to sleep soundly tonight, no matter what manner of strange noises came through the wall. When Dinky finally fell asleep, the males paced eagerly outside the door to the bedroom they all shared with Muffins. The funk of testosterone grew ever thicker as the males waited, minute upon minute. Rupert and Zocco were fully unsheathed and ready, and Frank’s cock was a desperately throbbing bulge in his trousers. All attempts at conversation died out, lest they turn to the frustrating topic on everycreature’s mind: how much longer they’d have to wait before burying their dicks in the most beautiful mare in Equestria. “Somecreature should go check on her, just to see if she’s OK,” Frank offered. “No! Give time! Pony wife wants everything to be perfect!” A seeming eternity later, the bedroom door cracked open and a collective moan erupted from the three males. Muffins stepped out slowly and coyly showed herself off to her husbands. Her blonde mane was gathered into a bun and tucked neatly beneath a nurse’s cap. She wore long white stockings and a tight latex lab coat that covered her barrel but stopped just before her large, jiggling teats. Her full lips glistened with glossy red lipstick, and a stylish pair of glasses brought out her natural intelligence while downplaying her lazy eye. She had the confident smile of a mare who knows she is fully and utterly desired. “Worth the wait.” Zocco bit his lip, losing his ability to rhyme. “Oh, Muffins...” “Yak like.” The sexy nurse turned and slowly flagged her blonde tail above her large and worshipful ass, revealing a wet, winking pussy and a plothole coated with fresh lube. “Hello, boys,” Muffins whispered huskily. “Come in to my office, and let’s get started on those sperm samples.” “Yes, nurse!” the three males cried in unison. There was a lustful rush to the bedroom door, and Muffins was swept along in the tide, safe and secure in the arms and hooves of her loving husbands. Maybe Muffins would never meet her dream of living in the sky among all those stuck up pegasi, but that dream was already becoming a silly and faraway fantasy. Thanks to her three lovers, she’d found a much better life, right here on the ground...
