Summer had come to Ponyville once again. Holidays, birthdays, special events, another harvesting and sowing season, each marked the passage of time.
It also meant Strawberry could wear more comfortable clothes without feeling under-dressed. As of late, she had worn looser and more comfortably fitting clothes whenever she wasn't working, such as a loose tank top and shorts. They were light and breezy and easy to wear and let her not worry about some of the challenges she'd been facing.
Unfortunately for Strawberry, everypony else was also dressed for the weather. In most cases, that wasn't a problem; plenty of ponies dressed similarly, in something big that let them breathe, that covered a fair bit. That yellow pegasus that lived at the edge of town often wore long, pretty dresses that billowed behind her when the wind picked up. Plenty of others, however, wore little, exposing as much of themselves to the open air as they dared to cool off. It seemed especially the case for anypony with dark coats, which meant more of them contrasted with the otherwise relatively brightly painted houses and streets.
Despite that, Strawberry managed. She'd had plenty of time to manage, plenty of time for her eyes to wander to short skirts and low-cut shirts. Last summer was agony, but this summer, she was functional. At least she didn't have to worry about popping free of her shorts.
Even though she very, dearly wanted to.
"Strawberry?"
Her attention had been hard to rein for many moons. It was easier in the winter, with ponies bundled up into voluminous jackets, wearing warm leggings and scarves. One or two mares always caught her eyes then, but there were fewer times she would be caught staring, either at a pony or blankly off into the middle distance.
"Equus to Strawberry?"
Then comes spring, and so many mares dressed down as the weather warmed. Not that Strawberry could blame them, given she was doing the same. However, she was running hotter than others and was one of the first to move away from jackets and sweaters to t-shirts and crop tops. It got her a few comments as a trendsetter, but she didn't know the first thing about--
"Strawberry!"
Strawberry's eyes flicked off Roseluck's cleavage and finally made contact with her eyes. "Hhyeah?" she slurred.
"Are you going to buy anything, or are you going to just stare at me all day?" Roseluck had her arms crossed, a pair of snipped flowers in one hand and pruning scissors in the other. The loose way she held her arms meant she supported her chest, pushing it up a little.
Strawberry's eyes sunk back down, a flush drawing across her cheeks. Even in the warm weather, Roseluck wore a corset, dressing way up for a street merchant. It made her look more sophisticated, however, and amplified her cleavage. Strawberry's eyes struggled to peel away.
She managed to do so without Roseluck needing to snap at her a second time. "Sorry. My head's just been in the clouds lately." Strawberry laughed and pulled out a slim purse from her shorts. "Just whatever arrangement you think is good, please. Something that smells good."
"I don't exactly smell bad-smelling flowers," Roseluck said with a chuckle. She took some of the bits Strawberry held out, then without a word, she turned around and began cutting flowers from their pots and wrapping them in ribbons.
So as not to stare at Roseluck's backside, Strawberry forced her gaze away. The streets were busy, filled with folks enjoying the sunshine, making their way to the various parks or businesses, while other merchants took advantage of the crowds and set up even more stalls than usual. There were even a few ponies selling handcrafted clothes, mostly hats and thin, flowing things.
That wasn't where her eyes watched most of the time. Everything except well-built mares and stallions wearing little in the warm weather was extraneous details, background information for her libido to parse away.
It wasn't like she was doing any harm, right? She wouldn't mind ponies staring at her. She was slim and attractive, and while she didn't have the athletic build or thick figures other mares had, she still had a narrow waist and firm ass, plus a little tone from physical work.
Falling prey to her urges had its problems. As of late, it tended to settle on the inappropriate. Even worse, when she was able to rein herself in, drawing her eyes off asses and chests, the images stuck in her mind, falling into fantasies she was unable to shake away.
That was exactly what happened as her eyes settled on that yellow pegasus. Most of the time, she dressed modestly. It was never a problem; it was part of her shy nature and was endearing to a point.
Today, though, she'd come strolling down the road with her friends at her side, dressed in a long skirt with a side slit tied at the waist and a bikini top.
Strawberry's don't-be-a-creep alarms were ringing, deafening her to the world while her eyes refused to look away. The mare was a touch on the chubby side, which lent itself well to giving her wide hips and ensuring the top struggled just a little. She didn't bounce or jiggle lewdly with each step, but she did have her chest pushed forward, her arms at her sides as she spoke to that weirdo librarian.
As Strawberry stared, she managed to make out a sliver of a golden disk, the hint of an areola. It was one of dozens of temptations that spoke out to Strawberry. She was like a golden-furred goddess haloed by soft pink, unattainable and unapproachable.
She was about to become this week's obsession.
"Strawberry!" Roseluck snapped her fingers under Strawberry's snout, and she whipped her head around, staring at Roseluck with wide eyes. "For heaven's sake, take your flowers and let me serve the next customer."
With a blank look, Strawberry took the bouquet and stepped back from Roseluck's stall. While that's what her eyes perceived, her mind was overwhelmed with the image before, the shining temptress burned into her brain.
She turned and marched home as quickly as she could.
The second Strawberry was indoors; the bouquet found its way to a coffee table in her living room, tossed there without a care. The flowers' freshly cut stems and fruity aroma were strong, but she could smell herself within the confined space, too.
Not the stink of body odour, though there was plenty of that some days, especially when she had little else to do. It was the smell that only a pony in her state could pick up, the strong pheromones of somepony that strongly, desperately needed to rut.
Without sitting down, Strawberry unfastened her shorts and dropped them to her knees while her hands slipped between her thighs. Her eyes were focused on the dark yellow wallpaper, staring at some arbitrary point above the mantlepiece that sported various knick-knacks and little photographs. None of it registered in Strawberry's eyes, however, as her mind remained glued to the visage in her head.
It had warped, she was sure. A year of fondling herself, just as she was that moment, of squeezing her balls and rubbing her palm to the cage her sheath bulged from with no release meant her fantasies tended to twist and change. The visage's proportions were exaggerated, her attention focused on Strawberry, fingers cheekily tugging cloth aside to reveal more dark disks and stiff caps.
Strawberry's ears twitched at what sounded like a dog begging for a treat, and she realised it was her. She hardly felt the vibrations in her throat, but it was undeniably her voice letting out the pitiable whine.
Shutting her eyes and shaking her head, she drew her hands off herself, her left palm coated with a smear of clingy, slick pre.
More of it drooled around the cage, over her balls in shining trails.
That was counterproductive. Frustrating. All it did was contribute to the fog in her mind, clouding her gaze and guiding her attention.
As Strawberry stood there, her hands up in surrender, it was all she could think about. The all-consuming thought of fucking something, be it her hand or a mare, bouncing something off her hips.
Deeply, Strawberry inhaled, and then she let everything out, her chest rising and falling steadily. She repeated the motions a few times, and while it didn't distract her from her throbbing against her cage, it at least stopped her heart and mind racing quite as hard.
Her hands went back down, careful to avoid her groin, and pulled her shorts back up. They were thankfully loose enough that they hid her sack without any visible bulge, but a good breeze or run often left a descriptive hint.
Strawberry whipped her head around in response to a sharp, patterned knock. With a few more steadying breaths, she made her way over and opened it.
A mix of dread and relief pulled Strawberry in two directions, her heart leaping into her throat while her hands and feet let gravity yank them down. Applejack and Apple Dumpling both leaned against the doorframe, smiling down at Strawberry. Both had taken advantage of the weather, wearing as little as they could while remaining decent. Applejack wore denim shorts and tied up one of her flannel shirts, unbuttoned enough to let her chest show while showing off her stomach and a hint of tone. Meanwhile, Apple Dumpling wore a pair of overalls tied at the waist and a bunched-up tank top that, likewise, exposed muscle and cleavage.
Around Dumpling's neck and hanging into her cleavage was a chain with a pair of small, shiny keys. "Glad to see us, darlin'?" Dumpling asked, the words rolling around in her mouth. Strawberry couldn't help but imagine shoving her cock in that mouth, letting that roll around instead.
Strawberry shook her head, dislodging the thought, to try and figure out why the pair were there. Even in her state, there was still enough of her rational mind to put the pieces together. If Dumpling was there with keys, that could only mean one thing.
Freedom.
Strawberry backpedalled inside, leaving the door open for the two mares to let themselves in. Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides while she stood in the living room while the two Apple cousins let themselves in and shut the door behind them.
"Do you two want anything?" Strawberry asked. Her voice wavered, and she clenched her jaw.
"Don't s'pose you have any apple cider?" Applejack asked with a chuckle, and she sat down on the edge of Strawberry's sofa.
Strawberry puffed out her cheeks as she crossed her arms. "That's not as funny as you think it is."
"No, but the look you're givin' me is pretty cute." Applejack chuckled again as she turned her attention to Dumpling, and she gestured at Strawberry. "This is what she's been like almost all year."
"She's sweeter than pie!" Dumpling exclaimed. "If I knew this was what a year would do to you, I wish I brought you with me." Her drawl was thicker than Strawberry remembered and higher pitched too. With a snicker, Dumpling hooked a thumb under the chain, lifting the keys up. "Part of me wants to be cruel and do just that, but I bet you're achin' to get free, aren't'cha?"
Strawberry nodded.
"Well, I do hope you ain't opposed to waiting just a little longer." Applejack leaned forward, pulling her shoulders together as she did and squeezing her breasts Strawberry's way.
"Please, no." Strawberry's eyes blatantly glued themselves to Applejack's chest, her gaze doing nothing more than dipping up and down that line of cleavage. She managed to keep her voice firm that time, at least. "I really, really want out. You don't know how much of a pain it's been, literally."
"Ain't the way you've been acting when you made your late night calls, sugar cube." Applejack winked, then stood once again. "But I say as much 'cause I was thinkin' of getting you proper riled up. Makes the second we get you out of there so much sweeter." In two steps, she closed the gap between her and Strawberry. Applejack rested her hands on Strawberry's waist while pressing her breasts to the pegasus' back, pinning her wings.
The whine came back, but Strawberry swallowed it down.
Dumpling hummed and nodded in agreement. "We got a day afore the reunion proper, so cousin and I decided, hey, why not make sure our mutual friend-in-need got as much attention as possible?"
Brushing her snout passed Strawberry's ear, Applejack dropped her voice low. "The two of us an' you for the rest of the afternoon. Once you're beggin' or drooling with every breath, we'll let you out and have you way. Sound fair?"
Strawberry wanted to beg with every breath right then and there. As she thought about it, she realised that the two Apples would likely acquiesce and let her free anyway, but...
But the idea of having both strong mares all to herself made Strawberry's mind and prick tingle. If it was for just a little while longer, maybe she could go along with it.
"Fine," said Strawberry. "What... What do you two want to do?"
Applejack's hands found the hem of Strawberry's tank and pulled it up and over her chest. In the intervening year, Strawberry had worn her braless and less, and while that left her feeling as exposed as she expected, dealing with a little more backache than she'd like, the liberation was so worth it for her.
The lack of panties was mostly so she didn't have to deal with flossing her balls constantly.
Applejack went straight into massaging Strawberry's breasts, squishing them between her fingers and palms while working her way from the top to the nipples. "Show her, Dumpling. I'm sure she'll be interested."
Dumpling, having never sat down nodded to Applejack. She reached down into her overalls, and it was there that Strawberry noticed, at last, the distinct shape running down one leg. It stopped around the middle of her thigh, then it tented the front of the overalls.
Dumpling gave the denim a yank, and the phallus bounced in front of her.
Strawberry was a little disappointed it wasn't a real cock. It was realistically shaped and proportioned, even having the general vague bumpiness and visible veins, but it was stuck to Dumpling's hips by a harness.
It was Applejack's, given the amber colouring. Six months prior, she had taken a shine to a suggestion of Strawberry's, and since they'd had at least one or two sessions a week with the thing. At first, Strawberry had tried to cum with it, but after a while, it was just habit, having never achieved a climax.
Strawberry had to suck in her drool. "Is that for me?" she asked.
"' Course it is, dummy," Applejack said with a chuckle. "Though we ain't gonna get right to the best part of how to use it. First, you're gonna show us what you want us to do to you, you understand? We're needin' some guidance on how best to make your night."
One of Applejack's hands moved to Strawberry's shoulder, and she shoved the pegasus to the floor. Applejack followed with her, keeping the other hand under Strawberry's tits, her palm pressed to her ribs.
Dumpling stepped forward to the kneeling Strawberry, a hand wrapped around the base of the strapon. It had a pair of silicone balls, too, big and round.
"Well, go on," Applejack cooed into Strawberry's ear. "Show us how to wrangle you."
Swallowing, Strawberry reached forward. Memories of the year before came to the surface of her mind when Applejack's grip sunk into her modest bosom, with Dumpling staring down at her.
Both hands reached out to grasp different parts of the fake prick. One grasped it by the shaft, starting at the medial ring and sliding to the base. The other came up beneath the unyielding balls, and while they didn't move much like a real pair, instead being relatively static and stiffly spongey, they were suitable enough she could demonstrate what she wanted by lifting her hand and curling her fingers. She squeezed the fake sack, a finger teasing the crease at the front and the rest applying pressure from behind into her palm. The entire harness shifted a little but remained stuck to Dumpling's hips.
The cock-bound hand began to pump, sliding forwards and backwards, while Strawberry shuffled along on her knees. Applejack's hands wandered down her waist, her fingers barely tickling the fur and skin and sending little tingles and shivers through Strawberry's muscles. It made the muscles in her gut twitch, her breath hitch, and there was a little jerk forward when Applejack's digits reached the sensitive point where Strawberry's stomach ended and her hips began.
Falling into a rhythm, Strawberry shut her eyes, pulling her attention away from Applejack and Dumpling to better picture herself in the situation. She'd have Applejack on her knees instead while she rested a hand on her head, between her ears, her fingers curled up just enough to pull on those golden locks and guide her in.
Opening her mouth, Strawberry leaned forward and pressed her lips to the flat faux flare. It was clean and tasted ever so faintly of soap and plenty of rubber.
When Dumpling moaned, Strawberry opened her eyes and locked eyes with her. She was still standing there, hands on her hips, while sucking in a lip, and another moan rose up through her throat. It was damned convincing and enough to elicit a genuine response from Strawberry in yet another whine.
Applejack's kneading of her ass certainly helped her along, her fingers teasing down to the cleft where her thighs began.
Putting a little more weight into it, Strawberry tried opening her mouth more, then angling her head. It took a little more tilting one way then the other until the flare popped into her mouth and bulged out a cheek.
If she was going to get Applejack down there, Strawberry hoped she would have a wider range of motion in her jaw.
"Would you like us to get more'n that in?" Dumpling asked. Her voice had taken on a breathy quality, like a sultry mist that flooded Strawberry's ears. She nodded back, and Dumpling laughed softly. "Then I reckon you ought to show us how far. Can't be that hard, can it?"
Strawberry hoped her expression conveyed the, 'Fuck you,' she really wanted to say, but she re-aligned herself and tried to demonstrate nonetheless. The head pinned the back of her tongue down and pressed at the back of her throat. The sensation it produced made alarm bells ring in Strawberry's mind, but instead of freaking out, her panic was immediately subdued by Applejack's hand wrapping itself around her balls, a pair of fingers teasing the front where they met the cage.
With one more gulp of air, Strawberry lurched forward. The gagging grunt that came out took away some of the grace, but since when did grace ever matter when sucking dick? All that mattered to Strawberry was that she was giving as much as she wanted to get, and as her throat spasmed, trying to swallow something unswallowable, she forced herself all the way to the base of the toy, kissing the harness and Dumpling's hips.
Strawberry opened her eyes, tears making her vision hazy. She couldn't breathe, couldn't swallow, while her cock begged for the same attention only to receive the embrace of lukewarm metal bars and the digits of a finger between them.
Unable to hold the position long, Strawberry pulled herself back, yanking the strapon from her throat and mouth, a string of spit connecting her lips to the head until she coughed and gagged. As she wheezed, Strawberry rubbed tears away from her eyes and forced them to try and look up again.
"Well, that was mighty impressive," whispered Applejack. "I'm gonna be left wondering how that's gotta feel to be on the receiving end." While Strawberry tried to get her vision back, she heard a jangling noise, then her hands were yanked behind her. Together, just above her tail, cold metal and cool leather met Strawberry's wrists, along with a ratcheting zip. Applejack then heaved Strawberry to her hooves by her hips, all while Strawberry tried pulling her hands free of the cuffs.
"Prolly shoulda asked," Applejack said. "Sorry 'bout that, but I'm sure you don't mind. Now," She turned Strawberry around, then sat her on the sofa before tugging her knees forward and laying Strawberry on her back. The motion was so quick Strawberry barely registered what was going on until her legs were spread. "A bee-jay can't be the only thing you want. I'm guessing there's a little more, hmm?"
Strawberry's chest heaved up, her breath once more catching in her throat. "You mean you'll--"
"Eeyup," both mares said in unison.
"Hope you can last that long," Dumpling said with a wink. "But since we're in a bit of a quid-pro-quo situation as it is, why don't you gimme a chance to give you some first?"
She could give all she wanted, Strawberry realised, but the restraint reminded her she had control. Even with her hands behind her, she could say no. Both mares simply watched Strawberry, grinning from ear to ear, eagerly awaiting her reply.
"Do it," said Strawberry.
Dumpling dropped to her knees, lining up her hips with Strawberry's and brushing the spit-soaked toy against Strawberry's ass. Pressure built at Strawberry's backdoor, struggling to make its way in, and she whimpered in warning, shutting her eyes tight.
Fingers joined the fake-cock a moment later, rubbing something cool and slick into Strawberry's fur and skin. One finger came between toy and anus, slipping in to spread a little more of what Strawberry assumed was lube inside.
Every muscle below Strawberry's waist tensed up, clamping around the finger and forcing air up and out Strwaberry's lungs. She groaned heartily, to which the other two mares chuckled in response.
"I ain't even started," said Dumpling.
"' Xactly what I had to deal with since you were gone." Applejack's weight settled next to Strawberry, and an arm draped itself over her chest. When Strawberry cracked an eye open, Applejack filled half her view, the flannel top unbuttoned. She was without a bra, and one of Applejack's nipples pressed into Strawberry's shoulder. "Not that I'm complaining none. It's cute."
"Fuck you," Strawberry managed to bark, breathy as it was.
For a second, Strawberry's mind blanked with pleasure, all her attention drawn in and focused on the sensation pressing inside of her ass. Her hands grasped at the couch cushion beneath her while Dumpling lifted both legs for leverage, each ankle at a shoulder. With her vision swimming, all Strawberry had was the memory of both mares grinning down at her. It wiped the performative scowl off her face, and try as she might, she couldn't keep a moan flying from her lips.
Dumpling let Strawberry lay like that for a moment, adjusting to the position of her body and the sensation in her ass, while Applejack leaned in, kissing at Strawberry's ear. "Dumpling's already ahead of you with that, sugar cube." A deep breeze of a laugh tickled at Strawberry's ear, making it twitch.
It all felt off, somehow. The weird feeling had always been there the night's Applejack had been over. It was as if something was missing; a muscle was absent. It wasn't a mystery as to what caused that feeling, given it came with an all-encompassing draw to her groin. The constrained horse prick pulsed hard against the bars, a painful throbbing that turned to a buzz when Strawberry's heart raced, and the cool tickle of body-warm pre cooling in the air as it ran down her nuts or pooled between her thighs.
Dumpling's thrusting made the thought bounce in Strawberry's mind, the odd feeling jumbled with the involuntary fluttering of Strawberry's inner muscles. Another wavering moan heaved from her throat, turned to a squeak with Applejack's fingers sliding down from Strawberry's throat to her abdomen. There, they pressed down and explored, feeling around for where the strapon was buried. A little below her navel, they stopped and pressed down, creating the gentlest pinch between fingertips and silicone that made Strawberry shudder.
Thrust by thrust, Strawberry's mind found itself unable to think of anything but the cock in her backdoor. The tightness of her muscles, the pleasantly weird twinge it sent through her taint as it pressed her button again and again and again. It shooed almost all thoughts of discomfort or frustration away; the way the cuffs bit into her wrists, the slight cramp in her right thigh, even Applejack's fingernails digging into her ribs. Nothing distracted her from the pleasure rising through her gut except for--
Dumpling stopped suddenly, and Applejack's hand came away. Strawberry panted, her small chest heaving up and down while she called back oxygen she blatantly forgot in her lustful braying. She struggled to get her neck and back muscles to obey, and with her arms under her and legs above her, she struggled to see whatever it was the pair were doing. All she could see of Applejack was her mane falling over her shoulder, and Dumpling's gaze was lower, away from Strawberry's eyes.
The mental fog kept Strawberry from realising the key no longer hung around Dumpling's neck. She didn't even realise the cage had been unfastened and pulled away until Applejack's fingers wrapped around her sheath. After a year of feeling that same warmth broken by cold metal, it was otherworldly to feel the same palm and fingers without it.
But it was oh-so-good too. All the muscles in Strawberry's abdomen twitched and fluttered, but the toy in her asshole kept her from bucking up, thrusting into Applejack's fingers.
Dumpling set to work again, moving one of her hands down to hold an asscheek hard enough she pinched, her fingernails digging into Strawberry's skin. It gave her the leverage to pull Strawberry back, only to fill the void she left seconds later.
Each thrust was like pressing a button that inflated Strawberry's prick. It was slow and lazy, fighting against a year of disuse, but it also tingled. In her shrouded mind, there was a worry that Strawberry's cock was going to sting as it came to life, but it never came. All she received instead was the pleasant buzzing to accompany Applejack's fingers working Strawberry to stiffness.
The thing couldn't stand tall under its own power, and as it fattened with lust, it fell against Strawberry's tummy. Free from its prison and with a year of sexual frustration, it drooled and created a puddle of pre-cum in the flattest part of her waist while smearing more over the rest of her abdomen.
What felt like a solid mass built in the space between Strawberry's taint and sack. It grew with each thrust, each pump. She tried to warn the two mares of it, to get a word out or to wave at them, but all that came of it was more horned up mewling and writhing.
She tensed up. She wanted to wait a few moments more to cum on her own terms, even as desperate as she was to get that sweet, sweet release. She had designs and ideas, fantasies of getting her revenge on Applejack by getting her on her knees or doing to Dumpling what she was doing to her.
That tight grip on those desires undid Strawberry, and the solid mass of lust released all at once.
Hyperventilating and whining, Strawberry squirmed and kicked her legs. One smacked Dumpling's shoulder, once, twice, then it was held there by a firm hand. The other slipped over and curled around the mare's hips, stuffing the dildo deep inside of her.
The ensuing spray of paint over her chest wasn't body temperature. It was hot, and Strawberry's stomach and chest were painted in months and months of sexual frustration and lust.
She didn't see any of it, with her head pushing back against the cushions and pushing her chest up. She'd gained control of her breathing, only to let it loose once more in a long, muffled shout, lost to the upholstery.
Her body locked up, all except her prick, still twitching and firing off a few more bursts that trickled down her waist. Somewhere down there, Applejack's hands had come to rest around the base of the cock and around her balls, giving them one more encouraging squeeze. Even with her mind swirling around, struggling to focus on anything other than the past few minutes of history, Strawberry felt embarrassed that she squirted out one more string onto herself.
Realising that she was holding her breath, Strawberry forced herself to breathe. The second her lungs filled with air, she fell, her back landing flat on the couch cushions while she panted. For a moment, that was interrupted by whining as Dumpling dragged herself free, finishing with one more step as she popped out.
Applejack lay on her side, propping herself up on one arm. The other hand wiped itself down over the bits of Strawberry's chest that weren't smothered in her own pleasurable mess, then she held it up to ensure it was clean.
It wasn't, but it wasn't dripping either. That seemed fine enough for Applejack.
"Ain't that feel a whole lot better." She chuckled and sat upright, keeping her sticky fingers a distance away from her. With her other hand and some assistance from Dumpling, she lifted Strawberry too, reclined back but sitting up.
Her legs felt weak, and her arms ached, still pressing at the restraints but only as a token gesture. She hoped that the other two would notice and she'd be let free.
It seemed Applejack didn't forget as she clasped a hand around the cuffs and used them to lift Strawberry to her hooves. She teetered, but Dumpling's hands steadied her by the shoulders. "Let's get you cleaned up afore it dries," said Applejack. "Shower's upstairs, right?"
"I can take care of myself." Strawberry's words slurred, spilling from her mouth like grain from an upturned tub.
"Now, where's the fun in that?" Dumpling said with a snicker. "Let us take care of you in more ways'n one."
Both mares shoved Strawberry along, not letting her be still but letting her dictate the pace. Cum dripped down her front, running onto her thighs and around her prick.
When they began up the stairs, she realised she was still stiff, her heartthrobs making the skin of her cock tingle.
Strawberry lifted her head, letting it roll around her shoulders while her eyes settled on Applejack. "Another round...?"
"As many as you like," Applejack purred back.
