Three's a Party

“Wait here,” Tempest smoothly intoned, peering behind herself as she approached the front door of her home, “and don’t come in until I call for you.”

Stepping inside and stopping in the foyer, she scanned the interior. The house was just as she’d left it. A lot had changed over the past few months, yet one of the more rewarding things she’d gained was having a home - a true home to call her own. Setting her keys atop a small table at the entryway, she pressed onward and cleared her throat.

“Babe?” she called, glancing into the kitchen.

“Yeah?” a voice replied, prompting her ear to swivel to the living room.

She turned, wandered to the den, and smiled when she saw the reclined stallion upon the sofa. “There’s my big stallion…”

Despite having heard the complement more times than he could count, Zephyr blushed. “Oh stop,” he chuckled, dismissively batting a hoof at her. “Everything go smoothly with those errands?”

“Smoothly enough,” she responded, drifting over to him. “I did have an interesting experience while I was out.”

He peaked a brow and gave her his full attention. “Oh?”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed. “So you know how our condition has made things a bit complicated?”

As he looked from her face to her taut, swollen belly, a series of conflicting thoughts assailed him. She was seemingly getting bigger by the day, growing heavy with their foal, although her pregnancy was a bit of a double-edged sword. On one hoof, both of them still had a very healthy libido - on the other, since neither of them wished to do anything that could remotely injure their little filly or colt, they’d been unable to fully scratch the itch they harbored.

Seeing her shift, he hastily met her gaze. “Complicated might be a bit harsh, but I know what you mean.”

“What if I told you that I may have a solution for us, something that could help us and somepony else out,” she purred.

“Help somepony else out?” he parroted in confusion. “With what? I mean, I thought you were talking about - you know…”

Seeing him glance to his crotch, she snickered and shook her head. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You’re a big, strong, virile stallion, so it’s only right that you get the relief you truly deserve. Until I bring our little colt -”

“Or filly,” he interjected.

“Or filly into the world, I thought we could occasionally indulge a third,” she continued.

He instantly rocked back in his seat, stunned by her assertion. “I would never do anything without you! Sweetheart, you’re the only mare I’d ever want. You’re more than enough to keep me happy!”

“I know, I know,” she purred, rolling her eyes while grinning from ear to ear. “But this would involve me. If you think I wouldn’t enjoy watching you rut another mare’s brains out, you’re dead wrong - besides, as I mentioned, you’d be helping them a favor.”

Growing increasingly curious, he leaned forward and lifted a hoof. “I mean, I guess I wouldn’t mind - still, it might be weird if you’re just watching me - um - plow somepony.”

“Oh it’s not just somepony,” she tittered, wheeling away and giving him a look at her backside. “Hey, you can come in now!”

Hearing the front door open, he looked to the foyer and went slack-jawed. “R…Rainbows?!?”

Dash stopped and kept her eyes on the floor, unwilling to look up at him. “Hey…”

“Go on,” Tempest urged. “Like I told you, you’re going to have to fess-up if you were serious about what you wanted…”

Taking a deep breath, holding it for a moment, and slowly exhaling, Dash screwed her eyes shut. “Tempest said you would -”

“Ah ah,” Tempest tutted, cutting the pegasus off. “I said he might.”

“Tempest said you might be willing to - uh - to do that with me,” Dash murmured.

While she’d done a lot of difficult things in her life, from confronting world-ending villains to finally becoming a member of the Wonderbolts, nothing could hold a candle to asking Zephyr Breeze, a stallion she’d brushed off for years, to do anything even remotely intimate with her. She was embarrassed, she was ashamed, and she was more than a little upset that Tempest had demanded she be forthcoming with the tall, lanky stud, but she was desperate. Hanging her head, she shifted uncomfortably.

She couldn’t control the biological cycle of her estrus, that was true, although her heat was only one part of the problem. After finding out that Tempest and Zephyr were an item, she’d shamefully done a bit of snooping - snooping which involved peeping into their bedroom to see if they were actually a couple. To say she was shocked to see the pair having sex would be an understatement, yet she’d been transfixed by the sight.

To her abject astonishment, Zephyr was an absolute stud. His immense endowment would have been incredible enough in and of itself, but the way he wielded his stallionhood, bringing Tempest from one climax to the next, was nothing short of astounding! She tried to tell herself that the unicorn was faking it, wailing and putting on a show to make him feel better, but she knew that wasn’t the case. Being theatrical in bed was one thing, but a mare couldn’t pretend to squirt or cum so hard that they literally lose consciousness.

The saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’ proved all too true for her. One bout of surreptitious voyeurism was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until she was regularly spying on the couple. What started as disbelief gradually metamorphosed into envy - envy which grew by an order of magnitude when she went into heat. She would have suffered in silence alone, fucking herself with a dildo to get by, had it not been for one thing - her stealthy missions hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Darned if she knew when or how Tempest had first noticed her spying on them, but the battle-hardened mare had found out what she’d been up to. After receiving a terse letter about her clandestine activities, she’d begrudgingly met with the unicorn to profusely apologize and beg not to tell anypony about what she’d done. The good news was that she was let off the hook - the bad news was that, much to her bewilderment, the former villain asked for something in return.

“Help you with what, Dash?” Tempest pressed, snapping her from her thoughts. “Come now, don’t be so coy.”

“Help me with my heat…” she breathed.

Lifting a forehoof to her ear, Tempest scrunched her snout. “What was that? You’ll have to speak up if -”

“Help me with my heat,” she blared. “Are you happy now?”

Staring over at her, Zephyr blinked. “Wait wait wait,” he began, pinching the bridge of his snout with a wing while waving a hoof. “This is a joke ~ right?”

Whipping around and presenting her rear, she flung her tail to the side. “Does this look like a joke to you?!”

Zephyr opened his mouth to reply, yet not a sound escaped him. The sight of Dash’s rosy, winking, utterly sopping wet marehood left little room for doubt. If this was some sort of a prank, his old crush and his lover had gone to great, nigh-unimaginable lengths to pull it off. Glancing over to Tempest, he watched as his mate trotted over and brazenly caressed the pegasus’ flank.

“Oh it’s no joke, Zeph,” Tempest mused. “Dash, explain to him why you’re this worked up.”

“Like I said, I’m in heat,” Dash growled.

“And…?” Tempest muttered.

“And because I spied on you two doing it,” Dash grumbled.

Her heart raced, her marehood ached, and the humiliation of admitting to her misdeeds somehow elevated her arousal. On the rare occasion she had succumbed to her urges in the past, she’d only ever slept with random stallions, ponies she knew she’d never see again, which made her predicament all the more mortifying. Zephyr was the brother of one of her best friends, Tempest was a former foe turned ally, and now she was showing herself off like a wanton, needy whore before the both of them!

“That’s a good mare,” Tempest cooed, leaning in and breathing hotly upon her nethers. “Now then, Zephyr, would you be willing to indulge this poor, desperate filly?”

Zephyr’s mouth went dry, making it nearly impossible to speak, and he swallowed hard. Sweet, merciful Celestia - was this actually happening? He’d spent years fantasizing about having sex with Rainbow Dash, finally moved on when he found the love of his life, and now he was being asked to rut her in front of his marefriend and impending mother of his foal? He’d been through some crazy stuff before, not the least of which being his whirlwind romance with Tempest, but this was on an entirely different level.

Feeling his stallionhood slipping from its sheath, he unseated himself. “So you’re ok with this?”

“Very ok with it,” Tempest noted.

“And you’re serious about me wanting to - uh…” He didn’t finish - couldn’t finish, as he looked over and met Dash’s eye.

Shifting slightly, Dash leered back at him. “If you’re going to do it, do it. I don’t want to stand around all day.”

Stepping back and bringing a hoof under the pegasus’ chin, Tempest lifted her guest’s face. “That’s no way to treat your host. Consider asking him nicely…”

“Ugh - fine,” she relented. “Would you please fuck me. I don’t need you to be romantic or to do anything fancy, just rut me.”

“I…” Zephyr faltered, looking between the two mares.

The look on Tempest’s face was one of barely restrained lust, doing nothing to hinder his carnal desires. He would never have done anything behind her back, being more than content with everything she had to offer, yet the prospect of plowing Dash stoked passionate flames he’d thought were long dead. As he locked eyes with his lover, seeing her gnaw her lip and nod, his reservations crumbled away.

“This way,” he blurted, briskly trotting past the two and toward the bedroom. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”

“You heard the stud,” Tempest giggled, smacking their visitor’s flank as she followed her mate. “Giddy-up.”

Dash straightened up and watched the couple disappear down a corridor. She should have felt relieved, happy that she’d finally bring one of her deepest, most suppressed fantasies to fruition, yet her anxiety clawed at her. Was she really about to do this? Was Zephyr about to sink his big, meaty cock into her and give her what she craved? Her excitement gradually waxed in strength, eclipsing her apprehension and leading her to take a small, reluctant step forward.

She would never admit it to anypony - heck, she hated admitting it to herself, but she’d gotten off on multiple occasions while watching Zephyr and Tempest in action. If she’d had any possible way of knowing he would turn out to be an unparalleled lover and all-around great stallion, working hard and doing everything he could to keep his marefriend happy, she may have given him a chance ages ago - sadly for her, she couldn’t change the past. Trotting after the duo, into the hallway and deeper into the home, she slowed when she approached their bedchamber.

“Don’t be nervous,” Tempest beckoningly called to her, “he doesn’t bite - that is unless you ask him to…”

“Tempest…” he groaned.

“What? Am I wrong?” the unicorn playfully countered.

With his cheeks darkening, Zephyr spotted Dash slowly, almost hesitantly appear just outside the doorway. “If it m…makes you feel any better, I’m a little n…nervous too.”

“Acting like you both haven’t thought about this,” Tempest clucked, ruefully smirking at each of them. “I’m sure you’ll both be enjoying yourselves in no time.”

He whipped around and looked at her, hearing her comment. “So you’re just going to stand there the whole time?”

“I may become involved, but I think I’ll spectate for the time being,” she softly remarked. “Just pretend I’m not here…”

Shifting his focus over to Dash, he apprehensively licked his lips. “H…how about you lay down and let me warm you up.”

“Warm me up?” she blurted, balking. “The last thing I want is for you to -”

“Trust me on this,” Tempest smoothly interrupted, “he knows what he’s doing. Even if you’re leaking like a broken faucet down there, you’ll want to be relaxed when it comes time for you to take that fat mare-breaker of his.”

Dash paused and weighed her options. She’d only planned on being invited in, getting plowed, and leaving with any dignity she had remaining, although she’d be lying if she said the thought of having her carpet munched didn’t pique her interest. Though there wasn’t a stallion on the planet who’d oppose getting his dick sucked, the same couldn’t be said when it came to them reciprocating oral affection. Sensing her marehood angrily seize upon itself, almost like it was begging her to take Zephyr up on the offer, she relented.

“Fine,” she halfheartedly groused, placing one forehoof on the foot of the bed, “but I don’t want you doing or saying anything weird.”

“He won’t,” Tempest quietly before quietly looking over at him.

Lifting and drawing a forehoof across his lips, Zephyr gave a small nod. He’d been truthful when he’d said he wanted to warm her up, remembering how awkward his first time with Tempest had been, but there was another, slightly more self-serving reason he wanted to drive his face between Dash’s meaty, muscular thighs. Once his guest had fully stepped onto the bed and eased herself down, he shifted his attention to her loins.

As he stared longingly at her marehood and the dampened fur of her inner thighs, his mouth began to water. He’d dreamed about getting frisky with Dash for ages, ever since he’d been in school with her, but he’d given up on actually getting her into his bed! Quickly peeking up at her face and finding her glowering down at him, he dipped his head and turned toward her. As long as he didn’t do anything weird, whatever that meant, he should be fine.

Gently grabbing her fetlocks and pulling her closer, he leaned forward and brought his snout to her groin. His nose hadn’t even passed her knee when the powerful, musky aroma of her marehood hit him. The only mare he’d ever gone down on - no, the only mare he’d ever done anything sexual with in his life had been Tempest, making this a new experience for him in a number of ways. Having taken a moment to appreciate her bouquet, not wanting to provoke her further, he closed his eyes and continued onward.

Balmy heat radiated across his face, the fragrance of her arousal sung a siren’s song to his stallionhood, and his endowment grew so hard that it was uncomfortable. A part of him wanted to mindlessly ravish her, to succumb to his urges and all the wanton fantasies he’d had about her since he was a colt, yet he abstained. Tempest had taught him a great many things, but temperance and how to please a mare were two he held particularly dear.

Pressing his snout to her entrance, he extended his tongue and drew it up between her lower lips. Her flavor was incredible, powerful and almost animalistic, and it tested his mettle. He needed to pace himself, to make this as much about her instead of himself, so he did just that. With his eyes clamped shut, he ran his wings up her hind legs and fully committed himself to the task at hand.

It took everything Dash had to remain still. Every lick of his tongue sent a wave of bliss crashing through her, making her hair stand on end and compelling her to moan. Whether or not his oral skills had always been this impressive or if Tempest had trained him with carnal affairs, she couldn’t say - regardless, she was immediately thankful that she hadn’t rejected the opening act.

With every second that passed, her annoyance with him faced. She wanted to be upset, almost hoping he’d give her a reason to berate him, yet his every move, from the way he caressed her hips to how he quietly groaned into her, was beyond reproach. Gazing down at him, sensing herself gradually being pushed closer and closer to the edge, she started when she felt the bed shift beside her.

“Nice view, isn’t it?” Tempest tranquilly inquired.

She nodded, suddenly unable to find her voice, and kept her eyes on him. Maybe it was her imagination, but she could swear he looked less unbecoming than he used to. She nearly looked away when he opened his eyes and peered up at her, but she was mesmerized. Holding her gaze, he lifted his head ever so slightly and gently, almost lovingly suckled on her clit.

“Oh buck,” she grunted, throwing her head back and slamming her legs to either side of his head.

It was one thing to see him having sex with Tempest - it was quite another to experience the full, unimaginable brunt of his carnal prowess. Squirming atop the sheets, trying and failing to contain herself, her hips reflexively bucked. There was only so much her body could endure before it rebelled, and it had slipped well past that point.

Her estrus, her long-suppressed desire to sample what Tempest experienced on an almost daily basis, and the prolonged dry-spell she’d endured wrought havoc upon her. The sound of her rapturous mewling echoed off the walls and rang in her ears; she could scarcely believe she was making such noises, never having done so under any circumstances in the past, yet she paid them little heed. For the time being, all she did was chase her impending climax.

Though he hadn’t wished to provoke her, the temptation to look up at her, to see whether or not she was truly enjoying herself, proved too strong. Her expression was one of unfettered bliss, with her eyelids fluttering and a bead of drool having crept out of the corner of her mouth, and it thrilled him to no end. Emboldened, he brought the tips of his wings to her bosoms and gingerly twisted her nipples.

She choked out an incoherent howl and trembled at his touch. It was always rewarding to know he was doing a good job, although this was in a league all its own. The mare he’d been smitten with for most of his life was wrapped around his hoof, practically putty in his grasp, and it was intoxicatingly empowering.

Feeling her thighs quake against his cheeks, realizing she had to be on the cusp of release, he found himself at an impasse. He had little doubt that he could have finished her off easily, fixating on the most sensitive parts of her body until she was a gushing, whimpering mess, yet he was inclined to draw out the moment. Considering she’d snubbed him time and time again, acting like his mere presence offended her, it was only right that he kept her teetering on a razor’s edge.

Hearing the breath hitch in her throat, he slowed and sank his tongue into her. Amongst other things, Tempest had instructed him on the wondrous torment of edging. If one, be they a mare or a stallion, was brought to their limit before being wrenched back from the brink, the combination of pleasure and desire could and often would break them on a fundamental level. His lover had done it to him on many occasions, teasing him until he was on the verge of tears while begging her, and now he’d wield that very same weapon against somepony else.

He altered technique time and again, changing only when her getting close to a climax. A part of him felt bad for taunting her so, by dangling overwhelming ecstasy just out of her reach, although there was no real harm. The longer one was edged, the more desperate they’d become - the more desperate they’d become, the more potent their eventual orgasm would be.

Seemingly out of the blue, Dash pushed herself up, grabbed the back of his head, and held him to her snatch - a mistake he’d been hoping she’d make. Batting her foreleg away, he shot back and gave her a pained look. While he wasn’t actually angry, being given an excuse to stop entirely worked well in his favor.

“J…just keep going,” she pleaded.

Coolly removing the scrunchie from his mane, he allowed his golden locks to flow over his shoulders. “If you ask nicely, I might -”

“Please!” she brayed. “For buck’s sake, I’m so close.”

He glanced over to Tempest and saw her nod a mute blessing. He was doing all the work while his lover spectated, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t the one pulling the strings; all of this had been her idea, she’d orchestrated it completely behind his back, so it only felt right that she have some say on what he did - not that he minded in the slightest. Bringing his wings back to her bust, he shot forward and unleashed his full potential on the unwitting pegasus.

Dash crashed back and locked her hind legs around his head when he picked up where he’d left off. She couldn’t say if he’d been screwing with her or not, but every time she’d gotten even close to cumming he’d stopped - that was until now. Like a starved beast, he feasted upon her with renewed vigor. Within the blink of an eye, she was staring into the precipice of sweet relief - a precipice that Zephyr flung her into with his exquisite lips and tongue.

As a wave of unimaginable rapture consumed her, her eyes and mouth flew open. Climaxes were nothing new to her, she’d had more than she could count both by herself and with the small number of partners she’d had in the past, yet the bliss which consumed her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced - no, endured. Spots danced across her vision, her limbs quaked and refused to obey her, and a rope of saliva dangled past her lips and down her face. This wasn’t an orgasm, this was a taste of the divine.

Zephyr should have stopped and let her ride out her ecstasy, yet that was the last thing on his mind. It was rare, but he’d been able to make Tempest climax two or even three times through oral alone, so he sought to do just that with Dash. His old crush had worked up the courage to come and ask him for the experience of a lifetime, so it was his duty to oblige her.

Her first orgasm had yielded a small stream of nectar from her quivering depths, but that was a mere portent of what was to come. Focusing all of his effort on her clit and nipples, he used every sinful technique he had up his nonexistent sleeves. It didn’t take long for his lecherous labors to bear fruit, seeing her abruptly arch her back while wailing out in glee before baptizing his face with her nearly scalding nectar.

Her climactic spray was gratifying to a fault. He’d made her cum twice in short order, she was howling to the heavens, and he was utterly slathered in her marish juices, yet he wasn’t satisfied - in fact, he was anything but satisfied. Lifting and wrapping one foreleg around her thigh, he held her firmly and continued his amorous assault.

At his core, he was a loving, kindhearted pony, yet he was utterly merciless in that moment. Spurred by his desires for her and spurned by her rejections, he delivered a cathartic onslaught of ecstasy unto her. Had Tempest not demurely cleared her throat and caught his ear, he would have been happy to continue vengeance-laden bliss to the convulsing pegasus.

As he gradually stopped and withdrew, Tempest coyly smirked and shook her head. “And I thought I was supposed to be the bad pony in the room.”

Her comment made him chuckle while he mopped cooling nectar away from his eyes. “To be fair, she did ask for it…”

Rising to his full height, he surveyed Dash. The mare was an absolute mess, twitching and heaving air into her chest as she stared blankly up at the ceiling. He’d brought his lover to such a pitiable state only once before, after they’d had a bit too much wine to drink shortly before she’d ended up with a bun in her oven - even then, she hadn’t been as bad off as their guest.

“Zephyr,” Tempest began, prompting him to look over at her, “would you be a dear and go wash your face off. I want my big, sexy coltfriend looking his best for the main event.”

He shifted his weight and did as he’d been asked without questioning her. While he wasn’t bothered by the impromptu shower he’d just gotten, giving Dash a bit of time to recuperate would probably be for the best. Giving his lover and their visitor a final glance, he trotted into the restroom to freshen up.

“Hey,” Tempest grunted, softly patting the pegasus’ cheek, “you still in there?”

“I…wha…” Dash mumbled unintelligibly.

As her senses and higher functions steadily came back to her, she shot up and gasped. What in the hay just happened? She remembered cumming once, but then it was like everything went to Tartarus in a handbasket. Hastily looking herself over and noticing the foot of the bed and a large patch on the floor were drenched, she knit her brow.

“Did somepony spill - wait a second. Where’s Zephyr?” she asked, scanning the room.

Tempest patted her thigh and giggled. “He wanted to give you a little break - as for that,” she noted, nodding at the soaked carpet and sheets, “the somepony who spilled something was you.”

Batting a wing, Dash chuckled. “Yeah right. First of all, I’m pretty sure I’d know if I did that - secondly, I’m not a squirter.”

“You are now,” the unicorn mirthfully insisted. “But really, are you feeling ok?”

She stretched her wings and kicked her hind legs out, testing herself. “I think so…”

Wriggling from the mattress and to the floor, she quickly proved herself wrong. Her legs felt like jello, wobbling like a newborn fawn under her, and the room spun around her. She’d taken wallopings from villains that hadn’t left feeling so bad - well, no, she didn’t feel bad, she just felt lightheaded and euphoric. Taking several deep breaths, she began trotting in place to get her blood flowing to her extremities.

“Can’t say you’ll be able to do that once he’s finished, but I’m impressed all the same,” Tempest hummed.

“Hah -” Dash guffawed, “you wanna bet on it?”

“Bet on you being able to walk out after he ruts you?” the unicorn inquired, looking somewhat shocked. “Dash, I really don’t think you know what you’re doing - that said, if you want to waste a few bits for a heaping helping of humble pie, sure. Ten bits say you won’t be able to stand, much less trot later.”

“Twenty,” Dash countered, extending a foreleg to the mare.

Shaking the proffered hoof, Tempest shook her head. “I’ll make it twenty if you do what I say…”

With her ear turned to her host, listening to the whispered request, Dash smirked. One of two things was about to happen: she was either going to make an easy twenty bits and leave satisfied or she was going to be more disgraced than ever. Tamping down her concern and leaning heavily upon the bravado that had carried her through most of her life, she nodded and excitedly flapped her wings.

Zephyr patted his face dry, lifted his head, and wearily smiled at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He hadn’t mentioned anything earlier, but he was a bit disappointed with the brief intermission. After what he’d done with Dash, he’d been ready to get some relief himself - sadly, he’d done too good of a job with getting her off. As much as he’d wanted to get his dick wet, plowing a comatose mare wasn’t something on his to-do list.

Trotting out and back into the bedroom, he tossed the hoof towel he’d used behind himself. “Is she feeling any…”

He trailed off as he lifted his gaze. Dash stood by the foot of the bed, her chest pressed to the floor with her hind legs braced and spread. While he would have been happy to see her up and talking, trotting in on her presenting herself instantly rekindled his passionate desires. His stallionhood jerked up and smacked against his belly, as if it had a mind of its own, while he peered over at the pegasus’ winking marehood.

“She’s all yours, champ,” Tempest mused from the bedside.

He’d nearly forgotten about his lover’s presence - nevertheless, her encouragement was like a starting pistol. All but cantering over and rearing onto his hind legs, he locked his forehooves over Dash’s hips. Even with all the experience he’d gotten with Tempest, he was still a stallion - a stallion who was about to make one of his longest fantasies a reality. The moment his cock-head kissed her entrance, he drove his hips forward and forced his length into her.

His self-control and composure splintered under the mind-boggling sensations accosting him. Not only was Dash literally hotter than Tempest, but her sweltering depths were an order of magnitude more snug. Driving inch after girthy inch of his length into her, he only stopped with the tip of his shaft bumped against what had to be her womb.

“You good?” Tempest nonchalantly called.

“Yup,” he responded.

“Not you,” his lover clucked. “Dash, are you good?”

Struggling to breathe, finding herself more full than she’d ever been in her life, Dash falteringly nodded. She’d known that Zephyr was packing some serious heat, but seeing his endowment hadn’t done it any real justice. Sharply inhaling through her nose, she rested her head against her folded forelegs and gave a slight nod.

No sooner did she give the green-light than Zephyr started to move. She was immeasurably thankful that he hadn’t started recklessly pounding into her, though she was still given perilously little time to adjust to the immense intrusion. Grunting as he draped himself over her back, feeling his breath on her ear, she lurched forward when he gave her a true thrust.

Though she couldn’t say how she’d never paid more attention to his package before he’d hooked up with Tempest, his equipment was incredible in every way. Some stallions had length, some had girth - Zephyr was one of the lucky studs to be incredibly gifted with both. Clenching around his backstroke, relishing every vein and ridge along his dick, she held herself steady.

His second plunge was just as heavenly - no, more heavenly than the first. Whether it was due to his warm-up session, her estrus, or the fact that Tempest was lounging on the bed watching her, but what little discomfort she’d felt when he’d plunged into her faded away. As he rolled his hips back and went to pull out, she bucked back against him.

He snorted sharply and hastened his pace, each stroke of his cock coming harder and faster. While she could have just stood there and taken it, letting him do all of the work, she did anything but. She was Rainbow Dash, the Rainbow Dash, and she’d be darned if she was going to take a passive role in anything.

It took her a second to get his rhythm down, but she quickly started swinging her hips back to meet his thrusts. His girthy medial ring ground against her g-spot, her cervix was beaten against with every plunge of his cock, and his fat, weighty balls slapped against her clit, sending her skyrocketing toward release. She would have bet everything she owned that he’d make her cum again, although she failed to comprehend just how extraordinary he was.

Resting his head over her shoulder, he wrapped his wings around her and once again went for her teats. She’d never been all that big of a fan of getting her breasts played with, but the additional stimulation of his pinions against her nipples felt amazing - so much so that it became increasingly difficult to control herself. Falling out of synch with him, she fiercely gripped and milked his pistoning length.

Zephyr had told himself that he’d take it slow, that he’d let both Dash and himself savor the experience - unfortunately, that intention quickly went out the window. She felt good, she smelled good, her hushed whimpers sounded good - for buck’s sake, she was everything he’d hoped she’d be and more! Hearing a quiet moan beside him, he glanced over and discovered his lover was doing more than simply observing.

Laying on her side atop the bed, Tempest languidly rubbed her succulent nethers while watching him. Maternity had suited her well, far better than he would have predicted, and her curvaceous form never failed to please him. From the bit of extra weight she’d put on to her heavy, swollen bosoms, she was like a warrior goddess of fertility - his warrior goddess of fertility, and her presence was enough to tear away at his restraint.

‘Harder,’ Tempest mouthed, shooting him a wink.

The mute order sent him into a frenzy. He often took it easy on Tempest in the bedroom, especially now that she was carrying their foal, but the same couldn’t be said for Dash. Since the cocky pegasus had asked him for the rutting of a lifetime, he was going to give her the rutting of a lifetime - it was that simple. Steadying himself, he snorted and unleashed his full potential.

Dash’s shrill, blissful wail was like a symphony that accompanied the drumbeat of their colliding bodies and the rhythmic groans and grunts from the two of them. They may have both been civilized ponies and friends - or acquaintances at the very least, but those were things of the past; in that moment, with their passions burning brightly, they were little more than a pair of beasts seeking to satisfy themselves.

Like when she’d been getting eaten out but far more intense, Dash’s climax struck her seemingly from nowhere. Hot juices flowed from her stuffed confines, pattering to the floor and over his pendulous nuts, while her efforts to keep up with him faltered. Try as she might to reciprocate, to give as good as she got, it was a fool’s errand. In what couldn’t have been more than a hoofful of minutes, he broke her.

Her mind reeled, her cheek grew slick with the never ending flow of drool escaping her maw, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head under his assault. It was unbelievable to think that Tempest could weather such pleasure on a regular basis, but that was a mystery for another time - for now, rebounding from one orgasm to another, her only desire was to get absolutely ruined by the stallion she’d rebuffed for most of her life.

Plowing her would have been phenomenal in and of itself, but the fact that he was making her cum over and over and over again made Zephyr feel like a demigod. Tempest had been quite outspoken with his lovemaking prowess, doing wonders to bolster his confidence, yet getting an outsider’s opinion, even if the opinion consisted of blissful screaming, put him on cloud nine. Sensing the first telltale signs of his impending release, he paced himself as best he could.

Dash weaved in and out of consciousness, having lost track of how long she’d been getting railed, until a singular sensation snapped her back to the present. Since she knew her marehood couldn’t magically get any smaller, the feeling of his stallionhood growing and throbbing meant only one thing - he was about to blow. Summoning a strength she didn’t know she had, she forced herself to move in tune with him.

He tried to step back, to pull himself free from her before it was too late, but she followed him and clamped her marehood upon his cock. “Inside!”

“B…but…” he sputtered.

“Inside!” she insisted, overcome entirely by the inescapable need to feel his seed being sown.

With his jaw set and eyes screwed shut, he gave one final, unstoppable plunge and flared against her womb. An incredible heat blossomed in her deepest depths while his shaft pulsed with his thundering heart. She’d never let anypony claim her before, always insisting they pull out, making Zephyr the first and possibly last stud to get such an honor.

She came a split second after he did, but this time was different. Some magical combination of his thick cum being pumped into her and his weight on her back broke her on a fundamental level. She didn’t cry out, nor did she collapse - she simply simply slipped into the black, silent void of ecstasy.

Having fallen still, Zephyr breathed heavily and fought to collect himself. Even if Dash hadn’t been in heat, he’d had no intentions of giving her a creampie! Fearing the worst, that he may have upset his marefriend, he flinched when he heard Tempest finish herself off. He looked over and watched the unicorn kneading her marehood as her heavily-lidded eyes rested on his face.

“Just so you know,” she whispered, smoothly twisting and getting up, “that was super hot…”

“R…really?” he wheezed.

Tempest nodded, hopped off the bed, and trotted up to his side. “Really, but we’ve got a problem.”

“A prob - oh,” he murmured, looking down and realizing that Dash had given up the ghost. “You think she’ll be ok?”

“She’ll be fine,” his lover chuckled. “Once you’re done, let’s bring her to the guest room so she can sleep this off.”

“Sounds like a - wait ~ where are you going?” he chirped, seeing her leave.

Peeking over her shoulder at him, she disappeared into the hallway. “I’m thirsty and I have a craving for some pickled eggs. You want anything from the kitchen?”

“A Dragonade would be nice,” he called out.

Peering down at his slumbering visitor, he noted her blissful expression and smiled. Dash had gotten what she came for, Tempest was in good spirits, and he’d just lived out a fantasy, so things couldn’t be better for anypony involved. It would have been impossible for him to know if this was the first and last time he and his lover would invite a third into their bedroom, but he was sure of one thing - he was the luckiest stallion on the planet…