Rimming With The Fishes

by Vis-a-Viscera

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Queen Novo, Fetish, Rarity, Princess Skystar, Porn, Sex
Length: 9590

Rarity rings in Shark Week with a night swim—and stirs up two sex-starved seaponies with a hankering for some white meat.

Normally, a week dedicated to the sea-creatures of Equestria wouldn't be a fashionista's kettle of fish. For Rarity though, after her pony point-of-view got rocked by a disastrous ship trip, wants to beat her fears during another night cruise with her friends. But when the moon's on high, Rarity's inhibitions fly, and her bare-bodied flaunting is a perfect lure for two vacationing seaponies. And they're all too happy to show the Element of Generosity a truly naughty night in the Cape of Novo.

Pic credit goes to flamelonewolf on Derpibooru, under tag 1975184 (its NSFW, fair warning). Happy Shark Week, everyone!

KINK WARNING: F x F x F ♦ Oral ♦ Vaginal ♦ Anal ♦ Breast/Cock Worship ♦ Titfucking ♦ Futa ♦ Masturbation ♦ Rough Sex ♦ Cumflation ♦ Incest ♦ Cross-Species ♦ Cunnilingus ♦ Bukkake ♦ Multiple Positions/Orgasms

Published 2023-07-26 22:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2023-07-26 22:30:01 UTC

And You Thought It Was Safe To Go Buck In The Water...

Author's Note

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And You Thought It Was Safe To Go Buck In The Water...

Some things never change, do they?

Oh, sorry darlings. Words tend to get ahead of me from time to time. Let me rephrase, then.

It seems that summer is when ponies, of all shapes and sizes… well, seek their own level. Like water in a pool.

Most of the time, it’s a breeze to just… watch, from a distance. To see the fashionable bikinis and hats they all sport, while relaxing on towels or sipping drinks. I’d never known the pleasure—I’m a spa surfer, myself!—but letting the sun and your drink wash over you is always a delight to witness.

Then some find refuge in the house. Far be it from me to be a peeper, but windows are often open in Ponyville, and I cannot help what I hear. Especially around this time; when most ponies are seeing the stirrings of Shark Week. Over the whinny of those fans and ACs, I hear more about maritime life than I ever thought possible—of how these sharkponies among us are just as hungry for relief from the heat as we are. With their wiry wings, majestic twistings as they surface, and dauntless, swimming-streamlined bodies… they could conquer an entire romance genre if they wanted to!

By Celestia’s crown, to think there was a time when Sirens hunted them for food.

…or so I’ve heard. By my stars, I think Twilight spends too much time talking to Sunset.

And then there’s me. Perfectly poised, mane-fluffed Rarity, looking to seize this day in a new way. I’ve scarcely blacked down from dangers, even those far less….stunning as seeing a sharkpony up close. But I was far from the only one, and well… those other two are ones I’ve shared a boat with before.

Yes: Applejack and Pinkie Pie.

I could wax poetic at how insufferable their presence was at the beginning - how Pinkie’s fantasies about the open seas, while charming at first, became so unending I wished to throw myself overboard. Of how Applejack—already a task and a half on dry land—seemed to find a new malaise or complaint by the minute. Of how the endless rocking of the boat stirred up my nausea like none before.

But it's been such a while since then, and it’s led me to a conclusion, one I dare not voice out loud, especially after troubling Twilight with my tale of woe. The awkwardness of finding out how my presence wore on my fellow shipmates—oh! I blush even thinking of it.

Still, none of us were truly hurt, nothing was said that couldn’t be unsaid! I could never stay mad at Applejack and Pinkie, even then! And…

Perhaps that’s the point.

That friendship shows its foundations in what we can look past, rather than just look up to.

Which brings me to the current predicament.

See, well… Twilight and I managed to convince Applejack and Pinkie to give seafaring another go. On a sturdier ship, of course! And with a far roomier cabin! Me and my bits made sure of that!

Yet here I am now, loving over its railing, hooves tapping on the opulent lacquered wood. My eyes are locked, focused wholly on the water gleaming and glistening under the last streaks of a setting sun. And it’s this moment where I found another, stronger call that brought me out here.

See, Twilight said that this place, this Cape of Novo, was where one of her old friends, Gulf Stream, made port. Gulf Stream… a sharkpony.

And my heart, despite knowing I’d be better served taking an early rest with Applejack and Pinkie in the bunks behind me…. is going a hundred knots just thinking of the chance of seeing this Gulf. Of having the diamond-like ripples of light give way to the opal-tinted form, muscles rumbling as she rose to look at me. Of the slits of her eyes, brought on by more than the scent of blood, but of the taste of the flesh above.

….wait. That seemed like I wished to be eaten.

Nonononono! Heavens no! It’s simply as I said before; the way these withdrawn yet well-traveled sharkponies are mentioned, I just had to see how well their time in the sea had treated them. I am a fashionista, after all, and if I could just feel the strength they offered… well, maybe their majesty would spark some more clothes-crafting sparks in me.

Well, them or the hippogriffs. They’re far more well-known, but I can’t help but wonder if they’ve ever met. I’ve they’re even descended; now wouldn’t that be a treat!

My fingers clench harder into the metal railing, knees going weak at the thought. Goodness, the sea just has so much sensual appeal; I just know if I could see one of their many residents, I’d be inspired!

I shiver as I peer down over the boat, my eyes brimming at this portal to another world surrounding us. The sea is so serene and calm. I wonder if I’d even hear something rise from it.

I suppose it was inevitable that something else, something far more daring and dark, pierce its way into my mind as I admired the ocean. After all, I’d always been enraptured by the cuts of satin and silk gracing the bodies of so many mares this season. I’d even spent an hour panning my gaze over Applejack’s form; whoever got her to consider red-lace underwear should have their face carved into Mt. Everhoof! (Yes, even if it was that fashion-flaunting Rainbow Dash!)

But as good as having such beautiful bikinis wrapping around your barrel—as the ivory-colored set of bra and panties I had on could attest to—one thing seemed better at this moment. One path that the little fashionista in me has been stoking. After so much tenseness, followed by laughter, followed by swimming, there’s just me in the call of the deep blue. Even now, the jitters struck me harder than the breezes, gooseflesh flitting over my fur.

Maybe, for once, the suspense and danger shouldn’t come to me.

Maybe I should run to it, bared and blissful, to shed my fear and seize the day myself.

There was already so little of it left, creeping below the endless waterline of Cape Novo.

So, completely alone, I chanced it. My hands shot off the rail, and to the hem of my thong. Even now I can feel the soft, corded ties holding this cut of clothing up, still damp from my last dip. I wait for a second, to ensure I don’t rouse my friends from their slumber.

And then I pull them down.

Immediately uncomfortably sodden silk gives way to the marvelous breeze slipping through my nethers. Oh! Oh, goodness me! We’re not even that far from short and see the faint light of the booth! Somepony could see me if they’re too alert!

But, that’s the sort of thing that made my loins gush with more than just the sea’s touch. For this moment, with my friends close but not that close, I feel reborn. A Rarity that chases danger, rather than being cowed by it.

I daresay, I think I like how the thrill charges my blood.

I like how swiftly it hardens my nipps as I lift my bra off of my chest seconds after, now fully nude, and exposed to the evening’s embrace. I carry both articles of clothing to the benches at the back of the yacht, leaving them on the arm of one of those seats.

Within seconds, I am back at starboard, and my nipples feel as hard as… well, the jewels stamped on my flanks.

I should turn in fast; there’s a tiny smidgen of sense beating on the walls of my soul, reminding me of how vulnerable and defenseless I am. Of how bright the moon is, a silver disc cresting over the sky now that the sun is not blinding me to its majesty. It could expose me right now, right here.

Oh, how my smile spreads at that realization. How raunchy would the novels be about me now, bared and blissful looking over an opulent sea vessel?

Wait… better yet, the erotica. The luridness of each page getting you hot enough to fry breakfast over, about me shooting a salacious wink to my dear captain before I sprang into the surf. The promise the flick of my tail would give him before the lift-off, my lips pursed in wait of wrapping around some sea cucumber after my skinny di-

BOOOOOOUSH!

I didn’t eleven know when I’d first leaped. But the bubbles and the pull of the ocean on me lets me know; I’ve finally got the rest of my body as wet as my slit.

My eyes open, my horn lights up, and I start my search. But alas, not a single sharkpony fin or hippogriff frill graces my vision.

But the ocean is captivating regardless. I try to keep it from taking my breath away, as I see the fish scurry away from me, the coral peeking up from miles of navy blue depths. This place is teeming with life; it’s only a matter of time before I see what I’m seeking.

After a while, I surface again, shaking my mane. My eyes are aflutter, readjusting to the spotlights so many yards away - and of course, the vessel my friends still sleep in. The air itches slightly as I deeply breathe in, and my fur tingles with excitement.

But even now, with my nipples just brushing over the water’s surface, I feel powerful. That tingle down my spine has not stopped, but my paddling has slightly removed the edge.
It only takes me seconds before I’m back at the tail end of the boat, the steps leading onto the deck shining bright. Hauling myself out of the tide, a tiny, naughty part of me sparks to life again, making my breath heavy—and my breast even heavier. I scan the area again, wondering if I’d hear Pinkie’s bounding steps.

Nothing.

And yet, even the birds that usually flock around this bay seem to be holding their breath.

I feel quay a bit like a porn pone now, even if the waves are my only witness.

My loins clench even harder, the hands I didn’t know I was covering them with started pressing down. A bolt of bliss shoots through me, and I move past the bra and panties that could have bidden my nethers. It seems like that little Rarity within has taken over.

If it is, it is far from a hostile takeover.

Soon, my tiptoes give way to sways, like I’m on a runway to the snazziest hotel. I feel like a hundred degrees now, but it is not uncomfortable; in fact, I almost wish Applejack and Pinkie were up to see this. To see my ass as I sweep my hands over it, feeling my jiggling glutes swell around my fingertips like dough. To see my eyes as they flutter, unbidden desire making me bite my lip despite how commonly I scorn the habit.

Mmmh, this is what true titillation feels like, isn’t it?

To stand proudly and perversely, hoping that someone besides you will savor your body as much as you.

This time it feels like an eternity before I reach the stern of this ship. My mind is a haze now, thinking of a thousand different faces ogling my body, a hundred different ways their hands will trail along my fur, over my slit. But soon, my fantasies winnow as I imperiously stare out over the sealine - it has to be those ponies that live under the sea—those creatures of the deep sure to be drawn to my carnal scent.

I’m dripping, dear sharkponies, my lovely hippogriffs. I want you, just like you want my curves.

My breath’s coming like the temperature here’s a thousand degrees, rather than ten. My thighs are soaked with more than just the ocean. I’m so aroused, and I’ve yet to see another soul.

It may just be me who has to scratch this lewdest itch.

Could I make it back inside the ship before…?

Wait! There! I hear it, a chuckle that sets my fur on end.

It’s so muted, almost lost in the soft sloshing of the waves on our boat, and yet I hear the bemusement in that laugh. Then it is gone, but the fact remains.

I am being watched!

The first mouselike whimper seeps from my lips, sanity slamming into my mind with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. The jig is up—I am the center of someone’s vision now, someone clearly enjoying my naked form. Probably with a head thick with tawdry, terrible things, they’d do to a poor mare like me…

..like leaving their teeth marks over my plump, firm rack…

…or clench their fingers into my flanks dragging me to their greedy tongue.

…or sweep their lips over my pearl, before feasting on my pink, throbbing twat….

Huh—all these lurid scenarios, and I cannot for the life of me find myself fearing any of them.

I turned again, torn between whether I wanted to see Applejack or Pinkie’s eyes peering over that unattended steering wheel. But that glass-lined room remains empty, and no amount of blinking will change that.

Back my gaze goes to the sea again. Maybe that peep was all this mystery pervert needed. Maybe I am once again the only conscious being in these places.

Then my eyes flicker to two shadows, ones that sweep around the bow of the boat. Another blink and the royal blueness of the ocean is all I see again. Another chuckle echoes out, almost sounding like a chorus, of tittering laughter.

“Ooooohohohoooo…”

My clit pulses hungry as it drools into the lapping waves, my knees almost buckling, my mouth getting unbelievably dry. To Tartarus with what I may be seeing and hearing.

I need to tend to my libido, now.

My rump buzzes with coolness as I rest against the navigation room’s window, making my back arch beautifully. All I can see is that full moon above me, then my eyes roll back further as my fingers rub along my clit.

I would normally keep such a confession closer than the carnations on my casket, but I’ve often —‘rubbed one out’, do they say?—in places close to other ponies. Oh no, I am not that much a voyeur, no pony has seen me—but they’re quite close, usually a wall or two away. And it’s taken every bit of magic in my horn to keep them from hearing me moan and move. I cannot help it; it just feels… amazing my clit clenching as my mind melts at the thought that I might be caught clopping.

Here, no such gag prevents my pants. Pleasure is rolling through my body too wholly for me to cover my mouth anyway; not with one of my hands jostling and squeezing my mammaries, with my other hand stretching my marehood wide. I’m gushing like a fountain, my ass sliding over the glass to wring every bit of friction I can get.

And I love it so much.

“Yess… oh, goodness, yes….”

Another confession then, considering how many boundaries I’ve bolted past these last few minutes? I’ve never just started off with three fingers in me before tonight, usually too timid to shoot for my peak this fast. But this time, my need is overwhelming, three fingers stretching my walls as I gyrate into them. My thumb joins in the frenzy, rolling around my nub like it's a lugnut.

“Please… I need it.”

It’s to no one, and yet everyone, that I speak to as I speed up my options. By Luna, the amount of thickness I want in me, thrusting into me, spewing their hot loads into my waiting walls: I fear I may lose my mind to this lewdness. My fingers curl thirstily around my tit and in my cunt, spongy flesh shuddering against my nails, and I grit my teeth in delirious joy.

And with a final push of my thumb, I cum shamelessly.

My shout echoes, almost enough to my ears twitch, as juices shoot from my stuffed snatch. Stars dance over my vision as I came back down to Equus, and it’s not just from smacking my head against the window. The brief burst of pain even extends my orgasm, my fingers almost forced from my marehood in the wake of the wetness pumping from me.

I don’t even move as my climax tapers off; another sign of how debauched my mind’s become. I’m still undulating against the window like it's a lover, my teeth chattering from both the cold and the carnality washing over my coat. They make such lovely twins, keeping my desire high as I star in the light smattering of stars above me. Every part of me tingles now, but I can at least keep my thoughts straight.

My only regret now is that I couldn’t keep it going longer.

“Oooh, nice…”

Well, that gets me off of my perch promptly. I did not imagine that sultry coo; that came from the back of the boat. And that voice is far too low to be Applejack’s, too impish to be Pinkie’s.
I make my way back to the boat, my heart beating like it’s in a vice, unsure of what I’ll see.

It is only when the spacious expanse of the ship’s stem is within sight that I realize I am not covering myself up. Whoever is there, they will certainly see me in my birthday suit. With a clit still sparkling and sticky from the ecstasy I’ve just brought myself to.

By Faust’s name, thought; what stunning beings I find lounging in the back of this boat.

It’s two hippogriffs; one of their coats a light fuchsia, the other’s honey-yellow. What’s more, each of them was massive, their surely eight-foot frames almost swallowing the benches they were longing on as if they owned them. The pink-sheened hippogriff has a plume that’s almost the same color as the yellow-coated one’s mane, bobbing with each dark chuckle she utters. But both their manes are amazing to witness, twin curtains of raspberry and sky-blue colored hues that roll over their heavy breasts and over their fish-like lower bodies.

It’s like the finest silks that I’ve seen in the Saddle Arabian bazaars.

But the slitted eyes both hippogriffs have locked on me are hungry for more than my bits. Well, the ones you usually have in a pouch, I mean. They have eyed up my naughty bits quite thoroughly.

“Well well well…” the purple-sheened hippogriff begins. “I knew what smelled in the water was from somepony. Wasn’t I right, Princess Skystar?”

Princess! One of them is royalty! Now my head feels lighter than a feather.

“Never doubted you a bit, Queen Novo,” spoke the yellow-coated hippogriff—Princess Skystar, apparently. “I was only peeved about what you were breaking away from to chase it, that’s all.”

My jaw feels like it’ll tear through the wooden floor. The very hippogriff this place is named after, right before me. I can scarcely believe it.

But here they are, in the flesh, and looking for all the world like they’d rather be tasting my flesh.

“Never you mind, Skystar,” Novo whispered, leaning forward. Her savory rack jiggles, fingers tapping as she studies me even deeper. “We will not be the only ones having some fun tonight.”

She is referring to me. But my mind is still baking over, with the questions I have for these two royal titans sitting pretty in our boat. “W-what?” I stammer.

“Nervous, my little pony?” Novo says. “It’s very rare that a pony sees us above the waves.” And she licks her lips, her flipper beating eagerly on the planks.

“Hey now, Novo,” Skystar continues. “Clearly this mare has a very strong link to the sea—what else could stoke pleasure as pungent as hers out here?”

My pussy clenches. This time, though, my good sense as a lady demands I address my licentiousness—especially in front of royalty. “S-sorry. I didn’t even know that… that you two were watching.”

“And why should you apologize?”

My eyebrows shoot up into my still-soaked mane. That was not the sound of a hippogriff queen trying to hide embarrassment. Of any kind.

But Novo continues on, her smile hiking up higher. “On the contrary; I don’t think I’ve remembered a time someone directly above us was having a better show than us.”

I suck in my lip. Goodness, does that mean these two were… were…

“You’re one to talk, lover…” Skystar pipes up, wiggling into her seat with a manure-munching grin. “Last time we did it, we had ship pieces raining on us afterward! I had to pick splinters outta my mane for a week?”

Well, Skystar looks like the more direct one. Hard to think it of a being so tall and curvaceous she could put Fleur de Lis to shame, but…

Wait. Ship pieces?

I need to know more.

“Hold on!” I holler, wincing at how squeaky my voice gets. “Were you on the coast of Baltimare?”

Novo’s dilating eyes give me all the answers I need. They were present in the same body of water where the ship Applejack, Pinkie, and I were on sank! And it was because… they were screwing? By the princesses, how rough did they like their rutting?!

“Oooh, the plot fucking thickens,” Skystar coos. “I hope we didn’t hurt anyone back then.”

The true concern soaking her voice gets me immediately. “Not at all!” I stammer. “In fact, my darling shipmates are sleeping just…” And I point back to the interior of the vessel.

Novo nods. “Well then…” she said. “Perhaps we were meant to meet again. Especially in a case like this.”

“So that was you two watching.” It feels so trite, so simple a statement for me to say. Yet to know a Queen as massive and majestic as this didn’t only witness to my mound-mashing… but was also admiring it…

I cannot lie, it’s quite spine-tingling.

“Yep, that was us,” Skystar whispers. “You just going at it on the bow of your ship—we were hooked from the first drop.”

Novo chuckles. “It’s also not often that such a scrumptious offering walks their way over to us…”

“Scrumptious?” Forget breakfast, you could vaporize ice cubes on my blush now. “Well, I’m… happy to help such curious royalty, then. If you want, I can fetch my friends, and—”

“Nuh-uh-uhh….“ Skystar teasingly says, wagging a finger. “You’re the one that struck our fancy, dear… sorry, didn’t get your name.”

“Rarity,” I say, my tail twitching in anticipation.

“Rarity. Such a beautiful name to go with your beautiful body,” Novo replies. “Plus… do you really wish to return to your friends without these?”

The second I see my bra and panties, glittering in Novo’s outstretched hand, my breath stops again. My stars, I was going to wake up Applejack and Pinkie bare as the evening moon. I squeeze my eyes shut in shame, hoping I can just faint and let the night end there.

“Sounds like we have something you need,” Skystar’s voice gets my eyes open again. “That makes three of us.”

That time, my sides shake with trepidation and something more. “You… want something from me.”

“Oh, absolutely.” That sultry hilt is back in Novo’s voice, especially as her eyes burn holes through my nipples. “So do you wish to make a deal with the pride of Seaquestria, dear Rarity?”

I am dripping with both water and marecum, and a hippogriff queen is propositioning me.

Do I want to make a deal with her?

I’d sooner leap off the boat again and never rise than say ‘no’ now.

“Oh darling, of course…” I pant. “Whatever you want. Please.”

“Really?” And Novo’s eyes glow greedily, followed shortly by Skystar’s. “Even if it involves this?”

In a flash, both hippogriff’s lower bodies are swallowed up by the same light. When it faded, my eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

Even the Discoltvery Channel’s excerpts on sharkpony anatomy couldn’t prepare me for this!

Yet, sticking from between the gorgeous set of legs that Skystar and Novo now sported, were the thickest cocks I’d ever seen. Both erections were almost as thick around as my hoof, and almost reached to their breasts; they had to have almost a foot of heft each! And judging by the wrinkles nestling over their throbbing veins that ran up them like snakes, both hippogriffs were only partially erect at that!

I was drooling in seconds, seeing how these daunting dicks dangled from between Novo and Skystar’s thighs.

“God…” I gasp, my pussy starting to wink thirstily as I took several steps forward. Dear me, even their aroma was shutting down my brain with ominous want. “If you wish for me to suck on both of those… wow…”

Skystar jutted her hips in the air imperiously, her ramrod almost brushing against my tits. “Eager and correct. You’re just as needy as the sharkponies we fucked full back then…”

I nod, not trusting my voice to stay level. I don’t care if I’m spotted, I don’t care if I never have sex again; I just need those throbbing meat-staffs around my dainty lips.

“I believe we have an agreement, then,” Novo teased. Her hand grips the base of Skystar’s cock, aiming it toward me and drawing a hot mewl from Skystar. “Go ahead, Rarity...”

The dull thunk as my knees hit the floor doesn’t even register in my brain; I’m scurrying to face Skystar’s shaft in no time flat. Apparently, it’s not just the hippogriffs who have been hooked since the first drop; every pearly dollop of seed at the tip of Skystar’s cock begs for my tongue.

Soon, it’s my hands that wrap around the coral-pink dick. I’m almost unsure if I can fit it in my mouth, but I endeavor to try.

I look up and suck in a breath at the sight. Novo and Skystar are sloppily making out above me, their hands molding and gripping the others’ breasts like taffy. They look as firm as my breasts, sparkling with seaspray and their drool. It makes my drenched depths clench, hoping they’d get their fingers inside there soon if I am so lucky.

But right now, they are guests. And I do not dare deny these guests the satisfaction they seek.

I take the first few inches of Skystar’s stiffening length past my lips, letting out a loving moan as her salty pre-cum bathes my tongue. Oh, I shall have no trouble slurping down this wondrous treat. Not with how slick it is as I pull it further down my maw, my tongue rolling lazily over every vein and curve of Skystar’s erection. It’s even warmer than my mouth, if that’s even possible, and the bubbling drool I lather it with shows how long I’ve waited for such a savory feast.

Pulling back from this hippogriff’s marvelous member, I layer kisses over its girth. There’s a foot of burning cockmeat to lavish now, Skystar breaking the kiss she had with Novo to purr her approval. Her hips rotate, rubbing her ramrod over my snout and eyes. Even more of my sanity sloughs away, letting Skystar frot her virile pillar around my face as I gasp and my eyes flutter shut.

Goodness, even the air is almost too thick to take into my heaving lungs, let alone Skystar’s generous amounts of pre-cum.

So instead, I re-take my fill of Skystar seed-stack, my lungs burning for oxygen as I impale my throat further on her lap. I hear a swickswickswick next to my ear, and I crack an eye open to see the source of it. Skystar’s right hand is as busy as my gullet, pumping up and down on Novo’s mammoth cock. The lusty hisses Novo’s emitting into Skystar’s eyes make her grin and mine widen, and it’s so much hotter for me because I have a suffocating amount of seapony-dick twitching around my mouth.

Clearly, something is still distressing the princess I’m servicing though. With a shuddering growl, she pulls herself from me.

“Wait…” she gasps throatily.

I pump some needed air into my lungs. “Don’t you wish for me to continue?” I tentatively ask.

“I want to save my cum for a different hole, Rarityyyy…” Skystar slurs, her eyes glinting dangerously. “And Novo needs your hot mouth as much as me…”

Now it’s Novo shifting her hips to me, the velvety feel of her thighs closing around my cheeks. I can feel the strength bulging beneath her tendons, and it makes me grind my pelvis against the polished floor, my pussy weeping in gratitude.

“Oh…“ Novo says. “Don’t be shy… Skystar may like it slow, but I am different. I am a queen—”

Then she rests her meat skewer on my tongue, the rich taste of her pre-cum making my eyes cross.

“—so deepthroat me like one.”

And she launches her length into me, a full foot of hippogriff marehood clogging my throat instantly. I gasp, gurgle, and eventually grin around Novo’s gift. She’s so forceful, so savage, and it restarts the ravishing highlight reel in my mind that I’d been clopping it to earlier tonight.

Now? My hips gyrate as I let Novo use me as a cock-sock, helping her fuck my throat with every thrust. Within moments I’m drooling at both ends, a thunderstorm of lust-driven sparks rocketing through my body. It’s everything I’ve wanted, everything that I hoped my boldness would reward me with!

I could choke on this fuckpillar forever.

But with the way Novo’s jerking inside my mouth, it won’t be long. Spots are dancing in my vision but the Queen’s face-plowing is so erratic it lets me get just enough air to stay conscious. And she’s putting her mouth to good use too; I can see her layering Skystar’s neck with inky hickeys, her beak almost like a woodpecker’s. One of Novo’s hands is a blur on Skystar’s twitching erection, the other anchored around the back of my head. And between my pants and Skystar’s, I’m not sure which one of us Novo will drive to the peak first.

Then I feel her pulse in my mouth, hear her growl my name, and I know this peak-tumbling game will have a different first-placer now; Novo herself.

Her seed feels like magma as it barrels down my gullet, drawing a trilling moan from me as it fills my insides and spills from my lips. The rise of her hips means that Novo is soon pumping down into my mouth, making my slit swab the floor harder. I climax right after, my poor clit bursting its gates and forming a lake under my spasming legs. I scream around her shaft, a desperate yet debased sound that is soon drowned out by Skystar’s; her scorching sperm feeling like heaven as it splashes over my snout and Novo’s hips. I have to snort to keep a few strings of her mighty release from going up my nostrils too.

The lewd sigh almost tilts me over into unconsciousness, and thank all Equestria that Novo pulls me from her shaft before I black out. My breaths come straggled as I cough on all fours, my face an utter mess, slathered with chowder-thick clumps of slime and saliva. My throat feels raw and ravaged; like I’ve had Novo and Skystar’s shafts hollowing it out for hours instead of minutes.

And yet, I’ve never felt more alive.

“By the heavens… I’ve never felt a tighter grip around my girth than yours…” Novo hisses, her tongue lolling as she stares down at me.

“You and me both…” Skystar added, a dopey grin twisting her beak. “This Rarity sure knows how to give some royal treatment…”

For a few seconds, I just stare at these two titans, my eyes studying every inch of their bodies. Here, I can see the faint hints of scales that slip over their bodies. They shimmer with sweat, their scent tempting my will even now. Then there are their talons, sharp little things that remind me of shark’s teeth—they’re so much like griffons, aren’t they? Just as sensual, just as intimidating…

And just as libidinous.

Celestia help me, neither of them have softened an inch and they’d just painted my mane as white as my fur.

“You’ve please os both quite well, dear Rarity,” purred Novo, cocking a hip and tugging at her flesh-log. “Nocreature has done that so fast. Have your friends been as blessed with your talents as Skystar and I?”

I shake my head, though I know not why the motion fills me with shame.

“Oooh…” Skystar gasped. “That means she did this special for us.”

And there goes the embarrassment, my jaw jutting open with primal ecstasy. “I want… more, my darlings. So much more.”

A husky breath billowed from Novo’s lips. Her dick almost leaps to attention, almost jousting with my horn. “You have been so generous. And we are still so hard.”

“Fuck yeah,” Skystar was working her hands over her cock too, its girth so wide her fingers couldn’t touch. God, how is she so stall? So erect? They have to be goddesses, and I am their lucky disciple. “You really want this, Rarity? Both of us?”

“Absolutely,” I shudder. “Both of you can claim me, in any way you wish… please, I want it.”

I finally rise to my hooves, hands primly clasped together. Novo and Skystar’s blue eyes narrow to slits, “Well then, we must take one of your things into consideration. You did mention your friends were on this ship, as well.”

I offer out my tongue, my horn summoning a ball gag into my upturned hands. If I need to keep from rousing them so be it. So long as these royals’ scepters plunged into me. Completed me. Made me shine with their essence.

But Skystar’s check belies a far different fate for me. “Oh, that’s an idea,” she said. “But we were thinking something different.”

“Indeed.” Novo’s smile turned wolfish. Now she really reminds me of a sharkpony. “Are these a family heirloom?”

Looking at my garments that Novo held in her claws, I squinted in confusion. “No, bu-”

And with a flick of her wrist, Novo sent my clothes overboard. My body went slack in shock, knowing just how many hundreds of bits were slipping under the Cape of Novo right now.

But my eyes stayed long on their launcher, seeing Novo’s smile return. “Then you will no longer need them. The only thing you’ll return to your friends with… is our thick, pungent load.”

“Over every inch of your fucktastic body,” Skystar hummed, running her tongue over her beak.

I have never forgotten about clothes I’d sewed so fast. “That’s so hot… Please, have your way with me, my goddesses. Fill me… make me your beloved little broodmare.”

Again, I cannot make this clear enough; I normally would sooner chop off my hooves than do this. But with how hungrily Novo and Skystar’s eyes size me up… with how thickly their cock-scent hangs off me… I lose myself so fast. All I can think of is their endowments, thick enough to make Bulk Biceps and dear Macintosh take heed…

…and then thinking becomes impossible.

Skystar giggles at my blush, spreading her legs obscenely wide to show off her thick erection.

Novo is behind me in a flash, her hands treading over my sensitive chest.

“You know so much about keeping a hippogriff happy, it seems.” Then Novo is walking me over to Skystar, still perched on the bench, her cock stiff and pointing right up. “Let us begin, then.”

Hiking up my legs, Novo places me rig on Skystar’s lap. Her cock slips against my slit, its onerous heat making me shiver uncontrollably. I can feel Novo’s heavenly rack molding into my shoulders, can feel the Queen’s heartbeat as she pants into my mane.

Then Skystar’s beak is on me, and I have other priorities. I wrap my arms around the Princess, letting her tongue run laps inside my mouth. Saliva flows down my mouth in sticky strings, but I don’t care. In fact, I cry in wanton bliss as I feel those drops slather my tits and the fingers of Novo that are still roiling them like cantaloupes.

I don’t notice when Novo’s hands slide off my chest, wrapping instead around my jiggling flanks. Nor do I notice when they bring me higher atop Skystar as she literally takes my breath away. The grind of Skystar’s veiny erection against my abdomen gets something out of me, though, as I whisper “Yeeeeesss…” into the voluptuous Princess’s mouth.

Then another pair of claws fasten onto my waist, just as Skystar breaks our lip-and-beak-lock. Novo steps back right after, and with a snap of Skystar’s hips—

Full.

So gloriously, suddenly full.

Skystar has to be at least ten inches in me, but it feels like it’s so much more as she smirks against my face. I take her eagerly, though, my pussy milking and wringing every inch of her endowment I can get. It’s now that I feel all eight-and-a-half feet of this imposing hippogriff, Skystar’s grip around me like iron as she swivels her hips.

And slowly, Skystar fits even moreof her fuckpole inside me madly grinning all the way. I’m reminded of my sister Sweetite Belle, the day one crank of a gumball machine somehow sent half its contents into her hands.

I fall into Skystar’s embrace, moaning whorishly, sure that Applejack and Pinkie will hear me soon enough. But these two rut-happy royals want them to, want all of this end of Equestria to hear how fast they’re breaking me on their shafts.

“Are you in?” Novo breathes, her nails tapping impatiently on my shoulders.

“Just about, love…” Skystar grunts, flexing her hips into me once more. How is she rubbing against my cunt so deliciously? I want to ask this, but my slatternly gasps won’t stop.

“Splendid. Then it’s my turn to move.”

And Novo drops to her knees, her hot breath trailing over the small of my back. I don’t know what she’s aiming for though—Skystar’s nipping at my neck now, which means my gaze is staying locked on the stars. But I try to keep my hips still, hoping that I can keep Novo pleased as she does whatever it is she’s doing.

I learn startlingly fast what the Queen’s aim is, though. Novo tugs my already-flagging tail even higher. I feel her suck in a breath against my plot, and then her tongue pastes itself against my puckered hole.

A yelp shoots from my lips, but it warps into a shuddering gasp when Skystar’s beak clasps onto my collar. God, Novo’s licking at my backdoor. And it feels so… amazing!

“So warm… so wet…” I moan, My hands shooting into Skystar’s mane. The aqua tresses feel so silky in my touch, and it spurs Skystar on to keep kissing my neck. “Novo-oh yes, w-why?”

Novo tutted, the vibration of her breath along my derriere setting my nerves alight. “Do you not like this?”

“Will you not like my long, hungry cock inside this right after?” Novo continues, nuzzling the swell of my lower cheeks. “Because that is what would truly satisfy my long-starved urges.”

“Don’t believe her, Rarity, Novo’s such a butt-slut,” Skystar taunted. “Me, however…” And her thrust shifts the last few inches of her endowment into my bulging folds.

My eyes bug open though, and not just because of Skystar’s relentless penetrations. Oh dearest me, Novo wants to take me… there? It’s something not even my wildest dreams ever featured, let alone being plowed in the ass by a Queen almost twice my size.

But now that it’s in my brain, it will not leave. I’m so full of throbbing Skystar shaft, and yet I want more; I want Novo to help her rictal-grinning mate turn me inside out! I want them to swell me into a cum-balloon, to make it so all I see—and all my insides—are milk-white with their lust!

“Oh, Queen Novo,” I coo, my gaze turning back to see her daintily bat her eyelash at me. She looks so pervertedly perfect with her beak perfectly molded to the crack of my rump. “Please. Give me your tongue, your rod, your love. I can’t s-stand it, ple-oh, FAUST~”

Both Novo and Skystar’s tongues plunder me at once. I melt into Skystar’s kiss almost instantly and mindlessly push my backside into Novo’s saliva-laden touch. Her tongue is squirming around my puckered plot without mercy, and she’s gasping so lewdly too, superheating my snatch with every tongue-lap.

For that brief moment, I’m caught between two tides, I don’t know whether to rock fully into Skystar’s slow but deep shaft strokes or Novo’s expert tongue. But when Skystar’s head weaved down so she could wrap her tongue around my nipple, the scales tipped firmly in her favor. Both hippogriffs were having a feast of my gorgeous body, but only one of these insatiable sea-devils was trying to plow me like an Appleoosian field.

So, when Skystar’s blunt cockhead was almost about to slip out of me, I steadied my hips and impaled myself back on it. Skystar’s smile around my nipple was so feral that my heart nearly skipped a beat. Then Novo lunged back into my heart-shaped rear, dragging her tongue so deep in my plot I could feel it rub against the thin wall between it and Skystar’s erection.

And I was back in nirvana again, a rolling parade of starbursts filling my vision as I howled in lust.

“Th-ey’ll… hear…” I stuttered, gripping Skystar’s mane and forcing her deeper into my breast. I don’t know why this, of all things, is the concern still left in my bliss-baked mind. Or even if it’s something I don’t want.

Novo pulls back from my ass, her tongue doing frantic loops around my pucker. “Good,” Is all she gets out before she gets back to the sloppy snogging of my plot.

I gape and shudder for her, crying her name to keep her going. Or I would if Skystar’s hips weren’t slapping into mine at a rapid pace. My cunt was already trembling around her ramrod, and so is my G-Spot as the brutally crushes her dick into it. I don’t know if it’s her pre, mine, or our sweat that is soaking our thighs so much, but I know I’ll flood them soon with my juices.

“Gonna… gonna….” My vocabulary is almost completely gone, as lost to Novo and Skystar’s lashings as the rest of me is. Skystar will just have to take my bucking body as proof I’ll cum for her. And Novo will have to take me clenching like a vice around her plundering tongue as proof I’m ready for her.

I let out a guttural “SKYYYYYY….” and the rest turns into an incoherent growl as I come apart again. My mind bursts like a pinata, then re-stitches itself enough to make my legs thrash at each wave of marecum seeping from me. Or is it Skystar’s? She certainly screams loud enough to ricochet into my soul. Only muffled by her beak around my tit and her erection pulsing headily inside me.

In no time, my thighs are cakes with pearly white goo, rooting me to Skystar as she licks my chest and collar predatorily. I don’t think my throat’s felt this raw, and I had her shaft inside it minutes ago.

It is then I realize that Novo is no longer nestled into my ass-cleft anymore.

The Queen’s hand makes its debut but good, whacking one of my diamond-stamped flanks. I yelp, clench Skystar’s shoulders, and cum again, another rust of succulent lovesap washing over Skystar’s abdomen. She hisses into my chest, but all thought of anything but keeping this rutting extravaganza going is gone from my mind.

Thankfully, Novo is on the same wavelength. “My turn,” she purrs, grasping my flanks—and drawing a new set of delirious mewls from me—before pulling me off of Skystar’s shaft. It’s so effortless too, and I can feel the ripple of muscle in her arms as she holds me in her grasp. Her breasts are like a pillow and I lean into it, murmuring nonsense as I wait for her next move.

Then I feel her tip push against my well-prepared plot. Oh god it’s like it got bigger, I can feel it wedging hard against me. She might rip me in two.

God I want her to rip me in two.

Novo is no Skystar, that is for sure; she barrels into me with one savage roll of her hips but her face remains the mask of perfect regaled as she rests it on my shoulder. Pain spirals into me at how thick she is inside my backdoor, but it soon fades to world-melting pleasure seconds later. My jaw shoots open, but only squeaks emerge; Skystar has already fucked the voice out of me for the time being. The scene rocks and tilts before my very eyes and yet I’m so deep into cock-lust that I do not register it, going limp in Novo’s firm grip and letting her pound me.

Then I open my eyes further and see the reason for that wobbling perspective of mine.

She’s loving to the stairs leading off the ship, where the water is sloshing happily.

And where Skystar has moved to in a matter of seconds, still pumping her impossibly hard shaft while the surf licks around her foal-rearing thighs. My god, exhaustion may take me before this night is over.

As dear Dash would say, though: worth.

The second Novo bends down so I’m all on all fours, she really gives it to me. Sinndded against the steely stars, I’m soon putty as she rails my rump, her hips smacking so repeatedly and roughly into mine that it soon rivals the motor’s hum.

Right here, with my shoving my ass against Novo, I think it cannot get any better. Novo has gotten my unspoken plea of don’t ever stop, take me as long as you please. Meanwhile, Skystar is breathing like an unruly beast before, and the need burning behind her every masturbatory motion is making my tongue drag out of my mouth. Clearly, she needs to make my home a cove for her cock again, and I will happily oblige this staggeringly hung sea-creature.

If only I knew it’d be stuck somewhere sweeter.

Since there is a ladder leading up to the stair, it means Skystar is in the perfect position to settle her mammoth member between my breasts. Then her hands grip the railings so hard they start to whiten, and Skystar is plowing into me as well, my cleavage a marshmallow-soft valley for her to fertilize.

My body rattles endlessly now, once more caught between these two ravishing hippogriffs. The smoking hot tempo they’ve set up overcomes even the water’s icy chill, especially when I wrap my lips around the tip of Skystar’s positioning prick.

“Oh… please, fuck pleeeease—” I gurgle, sure I’ll drown in Skysar’s fuck-paste soon.

I feel Novo’s hand, dirging over my neck, gleefully tracing my very pulse. “Sure you cannot-umph-go louder, dear? I’ve been so close-fucksotight-for so long….”

“Fill-Oh!-fill me up, I whimper, just a little louder. “Make me your perfect li-oh!-little cumdump…”

It’s grimy Canterlot alleys rather than illicit Manehattan novels that I’m quoting now, but It’s clear enough for Skystar, as she tit-fucks me faster. Novo is still needy though, despite her wickedly rough keel-hauls into my ass. “Louder.”

“K-keep fucking me!!” It’s a scream now, hoarse and desperate. Almost foal-like from me. But I only gush harder at that realization. “U-Uh!-Use me! Destroy me! Just keep-uuugh….”

These orgasms are coming on me faster than the Ponyville mail now. Far be it from me to complain though; Especially when Novov slams into me with what feels like enough force to tip over a skyscraper, her fuckpole hammering into my ravaged channel. I join in on the stroking of my heat, pushing two fingers under my body to flick at my clit’s bead. Unending torrents of delight flow through me.

And with a “Wonderful, wonderful, fuck I love this Rarity…” Novo soon follows suit; her long-held orgasm bursts into my walls to finally fill me out.

I’m third in line but it’s no less amazing than the last; I squirm on the deck as my sticky sap again bursts from my pussy. My fingers or soon coated in it, and so are Novov’s heaving testes; I can’t believe I’ve never felt them yet. That’s a job for my other hand, then—She’s still buried so deep in my it’s an easy reach, hanging like ripe plums under my twitching snatch.

It’s so thrilling, feeling the leathery skin of a hippogriff’s cum-factories. Especially when I can feel the rivers of their product seeping out of my well-hollowed derriere. No book could ever prepare—or compare—to the hot, surging feeling of life, seeping in me, and around me.

With a saucy grin, I feel Novo grip my chin, tiling me in for a quick kiss. She hisses my name into my mouth, before storming it with her tongue, soon making me gasp into her ministrations. She swivels her hips against me, making sure her release coats every nook and cranny of the other hole of mine she’s invading.

Then she takes her time pulling out of me, leaving me a shivering pile of raw-fucked whorse on the deck. Skystar’s doing so soon after, after one last lewd jerk of her hips into my rack. I’m soon pulled back to a drier spot on the wooden expanse, so the seawater doesn’t get into my nostrils.

Instead, I bear witness to the twin goddesses, these heavenly hippogriffs slumping back on the seats, staring at me. Their cocks are still rigid, but their strength is flagging.

“We going again?” Skystar titters. Her length is achingly erect, and I suddenly need it down my gullet again. Poor Skystar, she hasn’t even cum after all that breast-fucking, has she?

“No…” Novo pants hotly. “If I am in her again… she does things to me. Let me—let us make her last serving one to remember.”

Then both of these mouthwatering royals aim their cocks at me. Pumping them in perfect tune, I realize what’s going to happen to me, and I roll onto my back in compliance.

Even now, I vividly remember how much they’ve filled me, as they stroke their titanic members. I can still feel Skystar’s cum, causing a visible lump in my abdomen as I trail my fingers down it. I can still smell Novo’s release, a heady mix of salt and briny aftertouch that hangs over my snout more than any serving of sea-salt ice cream.

And they’re about to bury me in it as a parting gift.

For this, I am eternally grateful.

“Look at her Skystar…” Novo trills, her half-lidded eyes still making my every nerve fire off. “I know not how she is still conscious.”

Skystar is less gobsmacked by my stamina. “I like it,” she says, the audible slaps of her hand against her cock’s base echoing over the sky. “I love everything about Rarity. Isn’t that right, darling?”

It’s a tease, throwing my catechism back in my faster. But I only moan wantonly in response, my hands gripping at my tits to bring them to my mouth. They’re stained with the cum I’d collected from my slit, and the taste is going to make me lose my mind all over again.

“She’s such an -oh- catch, isn’t she?” Skystar continues, her eyes slipping shut as she bucks shamelessly into her hand. “And such silky insides…”

“And yet her tongue and hands are so talented…” Novo licked her one beak, before tapping the pre-spring tip of her prick and hissing at the heated fluid coating her finger. “I can’t get enough.”

I concur, and my thighs slide together in amorous anticipation.

“The sight…”

“The want…”

And with a twitch of their legs, these hippogriff royals tower over mine. They really are like monuments to virility at this moment, and their dicks are still perfectly aimed at me. Wet flesh plap-plap-plaps under their fingers, and I can almost count the veins throbbing along their lengths.

I can also nearly hear their cum churning, impatiently waiting to be unleashed on their shared prey.

“Our little pony… OH~!”

This time they speak— and erupt—as one. My vision is soon blocked by the rivers of fuckbatter lathering me like a pastry. I don’t make a move, except to gasp and whisper their names. Princess Skystar and Queen Novo: the ones painting my thighs and face, and chest in streams of their hot and heavy essence.

Like a dirty little slut.

Like their dirty little slut.

I can’t swallow it down fast enough. Their sighs are music to my ears, more potent than any Sapphire Shores solo. And the taste of their cum, together… it’s like manna from heaven.

At least I can hear them dreamily sigh. “I… think we’ve had some fun tonight, haven’t we?” Novo begins.

“More than just trying to screw while changing forms,” Skysar said. “Woulda liked to know about our magic summoning storms when we transform in coitus earlier.” She then winks at me. “But I
suppose we’re all full of surprises, aren’t we?”

After a while, I nod. Skystar’s words ring truer than ever; no matter whether below the waves or above, this trip has shown there’s more to those around us than meets the eye. Especially when they’re rising from the deep to sink deeper into you.

Then my eyes bug open, my mind going a hundred miles an hour despite Novo and Skystar sucking the breath from each other with a scorching kiss.

Storms?! When they’re making love?

And they were in the same place where our last boat sank?

“Oh my goodness!” I shriek, getting to my hooves. Both hippogriffs shoot me a sultry look but otherwise keep making out. “It was you two that ruined our boat!”

Skystar breaks the beak-lock at that, turning to admire me again. “It seems we might have,” she says. “Clearly it was an accident though. Would you… forgive us?”

My rage, hot as the sun before, starts ebbing away with each slow blink of Skystar and Novo’s lashes. I’ve already seen the generosity and drive, rippling behind every dip of muscle they showed. And not a single one of malice, either.

Could I hold them to account for something like this? Would I have the power?

Or even more pressingly, the standing? I can still feel their cum dripping off my hips, out of my mane. And I… love the wet splats as each drop echoes off the wooden floor.

“I… of course…”

Novo nods solemnly “Well then. Water under the bridge it is.” Then she hoists herself off the seat. “Now return to your friends. See they know just who your mouth… your fuckholes… belong to now. And if you feel ready… you know where and when we’ll be this whole week.”
Rarity smiles. “I… would like that.” My pussy twitches expectantly, and I don’t even hesitate to drag a finger along it. Right in front of these ravishing royals.

Skyat soon stands to join Novo, nuzzling her head along her Queen’s neck. “Just what we wanted to hear.” They move forward to claim my mouth again, one after the other, in a rough kiss that makes me feel like another night has passed before they break from me.

Then they move to the railing, flip backward over the ship, and vanish beneath the dark blue waves. A dulled but telltale flash lets me know they’ve taken to their fins again. They’ll likely be gone in seconds.

Their voices are a bit harder to lose, though.

“We’ll see each other soon, Rarityyyyyyy…”

And once again it is me. Still devoid of more clothes than I prefer, but with so much more swimming through my sex-ravaged mind.

It feels like hours before I move back to the ship’s interior, my hooves dragging over the wood, but my heart is like a jackhammer in my chest. It’s the best night of my life, even if the fatigue still hangs heavy over my limbs. I reek of these hippogriff’s dick slime, my lips are swollen, and my lips are still curved in a rictal grin.

But I know, more than anything, as I turn into the cabin and meet the widening eyes of my friends, of one thing more than anything.

I’ll be out on that balcony again, whether or not Applejack or Pinkie Pie realize just who it is that left these thick strings of pearly goop all over my beautiful body. Or why I’m leaving with far less than I first fell asleep in.

I must admit, I kinda want these new friends to be my dirty little secret. At least, for the next few days.

This may be Shark Week, but I think I’m getting to like a different predator of the sea, myself.