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1. Back Alley Dealings
2. Power Play
3. Minty Fresh Relief

1. Back Alley Dealings

How much insanity could one man take before he broke? It was such a basic question; and, at this point, it had evolved into a misleading inquiry that Neil had resigned to stop posing over and over in his head through the last week.

It hadn't been easy waking up as a mutant horse of mixed mythologies. Both a unicorn and a pegasus? He must have pissed off some sort of deity since neither of his upgrades over that of a normal hor- pony worked—The inhabitants of this world were ponies.

And not just any ponies, but pegasi and unicorns! Plus, a singular, regular pony he saw carrying stuff around the sky docks. It was insanity, and yet he still felt sane.

Thinking of the skydock, a small burst of pride filled his chest. He'd just pilfered his fourth crate from the place and relocated it to a brand-new spot that showed a lot of promise.

It was an alleyway beside the market district entrance, with a clear view of an exciting new business he recently stumbled upon named Donut Joi's. Except the 'I' was weird, with a slanted accent instead of a dot. Most importantly, it served donuts.

Not to say that his current spot hidden between two buildings on Restaurant Row was terrible. But fancy, leftover salads day in and day out didn't appeal to Neil, no matter how criminally good they tasted.

The shipping crate he was currently sitting in also could have been better. In his haste to steal as many crates as he could during his first days as a mutant pony, quality was only a minor thought in the back of his mind.

There was a mix-up on one trip, where he stole from the pile of broken crates instead of the reusable ones closer to the building. This particular crate was the worst of the bunch, with multiple broken planks that he'd painfully repositioned back into the facsimile of their original positions.

But, it also gave him the idea to break a peephole into all the other outpost crates at eye level. It wasn't much, but seeing who was talking made eavesdropping so much easier.

Which was what he was doing at that particular point in time.

He had spent most of the day just sitting there, listening to gossip from the highest and mightiest of pony society. It was utterly vapid and uninteresting. But, it was all he could do to gather information about the city he found himself in.

Judging by the sun, he only had another hour, maybe two, before sunset. At that point, businesses would start to close, and soon after that, he would raid a dumpster for dinner.

With his purloined goods obtained, he would call it a night and travel back to HQ. It was a plan that worked so far, so what could go wrong with doing it again tonight?

The moment that thought flittered through his mind, two ponies rushed around his corner and into the shadows that covered the entryway into the alley.

Neil froze as he watched the two ponies, one of which was panting slightly.

Unfortunately, the most prominent aspect Neil could identify about that particular pony with their back to him was their blue tail and mane, both of which seemed to be styled into a poofy perm. They wore a full black tuxedo coat, which he'd only seen a few times before, with the tails draped over their white-furred rear.

The second pony was much easier to identify since she kept her eyes on the first pony further into the alleyway, which revealed her face.

The easiest way to tell a pony's gender so far, when not getting a flagrant look under their tail, was by looking at their chin. The second pony had a more rounded, chin, hinting at the second pony being a female.

Their clothes were the second obvious giveaway.

She was wearing a simple but well-designed golden yellow dress with an open front lined with what looked to be genuine roses that revealed the entirety of her neck and chest. Nestled just behind her horn was a solid gold-looking tiara with a socketed, glistening blue jewel that might have been a sapphire as its centerpiece. The rest of the tiara was swept back as if it melded into her dark purple curls.

"Fancy, darling, you and I both know we couldn't have gone inside the restaurant with you suffering in your current state." She said before giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Who knows how many of those mares would have offered to care for you while silently condemning me and my reputation for not doing the same."

"Yes, you're quite right of course Rarity." The first pony responded, matching her aristocratic accent while sounding just a bit more... British. Was that a thing in Pony World? But then, his follow-up became a little more... husky. "But are you sure that was the only reason? Or are you looking for a reason to get a little dirty, my Dear?"

"Oh my! Are you accusing moi of wanting to take care of my stallion in a dank, dark, and dirty back street solely for my selfish reasons?" She accused sultrily as she took a single step forward and then another. Slowly forcing the stallion to step back with each of her own, as her horn lit up into a bright light blue.

Any clothing the stallion wore was quickly removed, floating above him in her telekinetic grasp. And still, they continued, though now the unicorn mare angled him towards the wall.

Before long, his white rump finally pressed against the building wall near his crate, and at this angle, the stallion's gender was all but confirmed by the length of pink flesh bouncing against his belly.

Were they going to?... Blue energy enveloped both of his front hooves. Fancy was quickly lifted by the domineering mare until the entire length of his back was pressed against the wall. Leaving his exposed horse cock proudly erect in the open air. "My word! This stonework is quite cool, you know."

"My apologies, Fancy Pants. Perhaps I can offer my exemplary services to warm you up?" Rarity offered, giving the large, flat head a quick kiss.

This entire time, Neil sat still. A simple move or a shift could make a sound and give away his hiding spot, something he couldn't do. Yet, looking away was the only thing he wanted to do as he felt the heat rise to his muzzle.

Besides the fact that it was between two talking ponies, it was still an intimate, private act. And the worst thing? As the mare slowly, yet casually took his length into her mouth and down her throat... he felt a pressure of his start to grow.

She went further down his shaft than Neil thought was physically possible until her lips pressed against an extra ring of flesh about two-thirds down the stallion's length.

At that point, she gave a vocal coo as yet another ring of blue telekinesis formed around the base of his cock, immediately shifting back and forth, up and down his shaft, while lightly teasing his flesh along for the ride.

"Oh, my Celestia!" Fancy cried out, instinctually thrusting forward. Rarity must have expected it because she held firm without a care in the world as the ring of flesh slipped an extra inch or two past her lips with an audible pop!

"Dear Rarity, you absolutely must teach Fluer that little trick of yours. It feels divine."

Given her mouth was full, she hummed an answer that Neil guessed meant, 'Maybe I will, maybe I won't?', which earned an extra couple of twitches from the stallion under her control.

It was at this point that Neil could no longer ignore his slowly growing erection as the flat equine tip brushed against the rough wooden planks of the crate he was in.

He took a sharp breath through his nose as a splinter caught against the fleshy nub, thankfully without breaking the skin. After that, he momentarily took his eyes off the couple to take care of his immediate needs.

Using both of his arms, even though they were hooved, he pincered his growing flesh in between his wrists and angled the burgeoning flesh upwards and away from the splintered wood towards his chin.

He suppressed a moan from leaving his lips as the added pressure just below the head of his cock elicited a far more pleasurable response than the splinter did, increasing the rate of his growth.

Unfortunately, this meant that Neil missed Rarity's not-so-subtle glance towards the nearby crate while still servicing her stallion.

When Neil finally returned his attention beyond the broken-off section of the plank at eye level to the world outside his crate, it was to see Rarity bobbing along Fancy's shaft with renewed vigor. She wasn't giving the stallion any breaks as he writhed against the wall and thrust forward ineffectively, offering low, subtle moans to show his appreciation for her skill.

"Rarity, I- I think I'm going to... Urk!" Rarity chose her time to strike and lunged forward to take his entire shaft down her throat. Her forward momentum was only stopped when her nose pressed into his belly, as far as it would give. The telekinetic aura she displaced moved in time with her action, shifting further down his body to cup and lift his hanging balls.

It would have looked like she was giving his sheath a desperate, slutty kiss with her eyes rolled back as they were if not for the loud, rapturous moans they both gave off and the evident throat bulge that pulsed, again and again. Though between the two of them, Rarity's moans were noticeably louder, as if she wanted to get caught in their orgasmic act.

Neil's own fully grown erection was pressed against the fur of his chest. As Neil watched the show of passion just outside of his crate, the single wrist that was holding his erection in place, without thought, lightly brushed his appendage up and down.

While not in sync with Rarity's actions, it was enough for a small spurt of pre-cum to lightly jet out and paint the bottom of his chin along with their climax. The sudden wetness broke him out of the trance-like state he had been in.

Neil was immediately disgusted with himself but kept quiet. All he had to do was wait for those two ponies to finish their business, ignore his problem until it went away, and... find a place to wash off in the middle of the night. Someplace that was different from the fountain he drank out of. Maybe one of the slow-moving aqueducts?

By that time, the pulsing along the underside of Rarity's throat subsided, and she slowly started to pull away. Revealing an odd surprise as a single, more prominent bump bulged out her throat as she extricated herself from his cock. As the tip reached her mouth, she strained her jaw extra wide before his transformed, mushroom-shaped tip slickly popped out, allowing Rarity to take a relieved, deep breath.

After all that, even with the shaft itself shrinking, the engorged head of Fancy's cock still spurted out a few drops of viscous white semen. One streaked across the roses along Rarity's chest, while the second painted the cobblestone alleyway. The only trace of evidence left from their lustful escapade.

Once she regained her breath, Rarity quickly lowered Fancy's front hooves to the ground and released her hold. His clothes followed soon after, automatically placing themselves back where they were previously.

In mere moments, it looked as if the stallion had never been undressed in the first place.

Except for his golden aura, which pulled out a cloth to polish his monocle. "Thank you, Rarity, dear. I admit, I've been feeling rather pent up over the last few days in anticipation of our date. But I must know, where in Equestria did you learn such a technique?"

"Oh, it was no problem at all, Darling," Rarity assured him as she zeroed in on the thin, sticky line of cum painting her roses. Her aura ensorcelled the liquid into a small, squishy, marble-sized ball and daintily placed it on the tip of her tongue with a salacious purr.

"But if you must know, we were fortunate enough to have the Princess of Love teach us during our sexual education class. Compared to the breadth of knowledge and expertise she exhibited, that was nothing but a parlor trick."

"Parlour trick or not, you've proven my intuition correct time and time again since the first day we've met. You are an exemplary pony, and our little collision that day was a most fortuitous event." He complimented with grandeur as he closed the distance between them for a loving nuzzle.

Rarity eagerly embraced the touch, nuzzling into him, though he eventually broke contact with a small peck on the cheek. "I fear Fluer may think we've had a bit too much fun since we split up by the door. Shall we go and join her?"

"You go ahead, Fancy, and join Fluer at our table." Rarity suggested as she lit her horn, and a small pocket mirror slipped out of her dress. "I simply must ensure my mane and make-up are still respectable for our public outing. We wouldn't want Canterlot assuming you've accepted a common whorse into your herd."

This earned a chuckle from Fancy before he slipped away. "With a mouth like that, would their opinion even matter?" He called back, loud enough for only the ponies in the alley to hear.

Rarity's tail shifted upwards an inch as she chuckled. Once Fancy was out of sight, she trotted further into the alleyway. Incidentally, this brought her about five feet away from his crate, far too close for Neil's comfort, before she took a deep breath to focus herself and turned around to face the alleyway exit.

Was she looking out for any bystanders that might catch her sprucing up?

She then flipped the little case open, revealing the bottom half of the mirror to be a miniature make-up kit full of powders and a brush. For the moment, however, she merely angled the mirror around herself. Checking her mane at multiple angles.

Neil would have moved, but she was far too close. Close enough that he could even smell her perfume, though he couldn't give a name to that delightfully sweet fragrance coming off of her. Any weight shift could make a noise, alerting her to his presence. So he sat and watched, breathing as slowly and silently as possible.

Once she confirmed her styled mane was perfect, with not a single hair out of place, her mirror moved to the back end of her body. That was the only warning Neil received before she spread her back legs and flagged her tail, giving him a clear view of her pale pink pussy dripping with viscous arousal. Even a strand of cloudy liquid clung to her tail, bridging that and her puffy outer labia.

His cock gave another slight throb as his eyes focused on the treasure revealed to him. Human or pony, a pussy was a pussy, and his mouth started to water at the thought of tasting such a treat.

With such a distracting sight before him, Neil failed to notice that Rarity's eyes were no longer focused on her mirror. No, she focused more on the stormy blue eyes partially shadowed by the crate.

"It seems I've worked myself up too much with Fancy Pants... I can only imagine what would happen if I walked into Ma Chéri like this, looking and smelling like some sort of dirty, depraved, street whorse. Wouldn't you agree, Darling?"

What little breath Neil was taking in immediately stopped as his eyes shifted, only to be caught by hers. He froze. The mare wasn't looking at her mirror like he assumed. No, she was looking at him.

Receiving only silence in return, Rarity cleared her throat politely while also giving her rear a little shake. "Well? Do be polite and speak up."

"I-" Was all he managed before his hardly-used vocal cords showed their displeasure, triggering a small coughing fit. By the time he recovered, Rarity looked a little less prim and proper and a little more worried. "I, uh, didn't mean to watch or listen in," He apologized gravelly, thanks to his unused voice. "Honestly. But it was hard not to since you were in front of my crate."

"Oh, no need to apologize at all, Darling. Fancy and I were, admittedly, a little distracted when we ducked into this particular alleyway, as you can see." She explained, giving her butt another distracting jiggle as her pussy also contracted, momentarily revealing her heart-shaped clit to him. "Pardon my curiosity, but did you say this was your crate?"

"Yeah," He stated wistfully, his eyes constantly darting between the feminine treasure on display and her eyes. "And, uh, could you lower your tail? The view is a little distracting."

"I know. I can smell your arousal from here, Darling." She told him, revealing another embarrassing secret she knew about him. "No doubt you can smell my own?"

Her own? Her own what? was all he could think about before it clicked. "Arousal? All I can smell is your perfume?" Only after he said the words, did two and two add up in his mind. "...Oh."

This elicited a cute giggle from the mare as her rear end bounced in delight. "I've been told that my musk smells quite sweet, yes. But to be compared with perfume? You are a charmer, Mr.?"

Neil almost, almost, said his name. But he caught himself just in time by offering the next thing to jump to the front of his mind. "Nobody." He immediately chastised himself mentally before adding, "I'm nobody at all."

Rarity gave him an odd, almost quizzical look before slowly lowering her tail and turning around. "Well then, Mr. Nobody on behalf of Fancy Pants and myself, I apologize for our little display in front of your... abode." And then, she took a step closer, then another. "As a gentlemare, I also offer my help to take care of your arousal."

"Uh, thanks, but no thanks?" He nervously offered, quickly, unnerved at the thought of this mare coming around and discovering exactly what he was. "I'd prefer if no pony saw me or even knew about me at all. Could you please just leave and not say anything about me?"

Rarity paused at his words as if deciding whether or not to abide by his decision. "I couldn't live with myself, knowing I forced a stallion to suffer from arousal without relief. But given how shy you are, perhaps we can come to an agreement?"

Her horn lit up. At first, Neil didn't know what she was doing. But then his eyes caught sight of a pale blue glow coming from the front of his crate but near the bottom. Most planks nailed to this particular crate were splintered or straight-up broken.

It had taken him over an hour to straighten out and catch the broken pieces together to make it usable for cover. Now, four of those planks were being separated and angled to create an opening at roughly the same height as his crotch.

"What kind of agreement?" Neil asked as she made an impromptu glory hole out of his outpost.

"We could take care of each other's needs," She offered as she rearranged the boards into a wide-open diamond-shaped hole. "After which, I'll not tell a single pony. What say you, Mr. Nobody?"

Neil didn't move or say anything for a few seconds. Was he contemplating her offer? She was, after all, a pony, and he was a human. 'But a human trapped in the body of a pony,' Another aspect of his mind argued. Besides, human or pony, he'd never had a chance to have sex with someone that skilled at giving blowjobs...

It only took a few more seconds with Rarity waiting patiently before he shifted his body and braced his left hoof against an unbroken plank. His right was busy, keeping his horse cock from flopping onto another splintered piece of wood as he slowly guided it through the hole.

Not that he needed to worry too much. The moment his unflared head poked through the hole, Rarity's telekinetic aura enshrouded his flesh, immediately earning a gasp from Neil due to the unusual tingling sensations rushing directly into his mind.

It didn't stop there, either, as the unmistakable blue aura spread down his shaft. Whatever it was, it gently pushed his hoof aside as it continued to the base of his cock, his sheath, and finally came to a stop after enveloping his loosely hanging balls.

Neil immediately braced his right hoof on the opposite side of the crate, using friction to keep himself crouching relatively upright. Looking outside the crate, Rarity was grinning from ear to ear as if she'd just won the lottery.

"I was not expecting to run into such a well-endowed stallion, Mr. Nobody." She told him with excitement as her telekinesis gently pulled, coaxing more of his flesh out of the glory hole and into the open air until his belly pressed against the wooden crate. "Why, you could woo your way into any nobleman's mansion with such a beast! Yet here you are, with me in a disgusting, nay, absolutely filthy alleyway..."

Neil watched as Rarity took another step forward, her eyes locked onto the head of his cock while her entire body shivered, and her tail slowly flagged once more. Did the scenario itself bring her pleasure? Before he could ask, Rarity had closed the distance and lowered her head to press her nose against his flesh.

Her forceful inhale was just as audible as it felt as she rubbed against him, lubricating them both with the traces of pre-cum already seeping from his urethra in anticipation.

A lustful, almost depraved moan followed shortly after. "So musky and unclean... Natural... Primal. I have to taste it!"

There was no subtle teasing following her proclamation as Rarity opened wide and forced as much of his length down her throat as she could handle.

This amounted to almost half of his flesh suddenly finding itself enshrouded by warm, slick, exotic ecstasy. Rendering his entire body almost incapable of doing anything except thrusting forward- Which forced only a measly half an inch further down her throat.

It would have been more if not for the crate between them.

After a second, it felt as if Rarity's tight throat began to loosen around him. Whether it was an automatic response or training, this allowed the determined mare to push herself even further, slowly, inch by inch, until her lips finally kissed the fleshy ring about two-thirds down his cock.

She must have been satisfied with her achievement, as her muscles suddenly tightened around him as she swallowed.

Neil couldn't get a good angle to look at her face by that point. But, judging by the loud moan she unleashed, which also vibrated throughout his shaft, she was enjoying herself.

He was, as well, while holding on for dear life. Sex as a pony was far more intense than as a human. Before, even during his first time, he had lasted an acceptable amount of time. Now? He already felt his balls churning with the desire to release, and she hadn't even pulled away from him once.

Not that she needed to, as a new sensation from the already existing blue aura assaulted whatever parts of him were still exposed to the air. Shifting, rubbing, tugging, or gently massaging in the case of his balls.

A small part of his mind tried to remind himself that Fancy had only lasted a little over a minute under Rarity's care, but it went completely ignored.

Unfortunately, Neil didn't even reach the one-minute mark before the rapidly rising pressure building inside of his body released with an explosion through a singular, overloaded shaft of flesh.

The head of his cock flared immediately, locking itself down the depths of her throat moments before the first thick stream of pressure shot into her gullet, followed by another and another.

After the fourth or fifth throb of mind-blowing pleasure, Neil lost his grip and collapsed against the side of the crate. Unfortunately, his fall was enough to startle Rarity out of her semen-induced reverie, as she was tugged along by a few inches at least.

She let her displeasure known with a muffled 'Hmph!', which only fueled his pleasure further as another spritz of seed splashed against the depths of her throat.

It wasn't much longer after that when his hazy mind comprehended the waning of his orgasm. Though his member continued to spasm along the entirety of Rarity's throat, his payloads of semen had become almost non-existent. Any second now, he knew Rarity would have sucked him dry, and after watching Fancy's reaction, the shaft of his cock would start to become flaccid and shrink.

Which was precisely what happened at first. The moment Neil's shaft decreased in size, Rarity's throat loosened just a little, but it was enough for her to attempt to pull away. His flare protested immediately as it attempted to stay lodged in her throat with another massive, almost painful throb against her flesh.

It was a unique experience for sure, as he felt little nubs along the crest of his flared cock attempting to find purchase with her inner flesh. But Rarity persevered, and with some uncomfortably sounding gags, his tip found itself caught against her teeth.

Neil expected her to let his cock pop out right then and there. Instead, her tongue started to dance along the underside of his shaft and head, giving him uncomfortable stimulation he hadn't been expecting at all. Then, she went even further as her dormant telekinesis started up once more to caress and massage his half-flaccid shaft and balls.

Second later, the shrinking of his horse-sized cock began to reverse. He could feel himself hardening within Rarity's suckling mouth. Neil couldn't understand why she was doing this, as he crouched beside his peephole so he could look at her. She sated him, so what more could she want?

Half a minute later, he received his answer. By that time, his cock had once more reached its maximum length. However, his bumpy crest had receded a little at that point, making the dislodging of his cock from Rarity's mouth a little easier to accomplish. With a lewd, slurping pop, his tip came free, and Rarity took a deep, longing breath as her teasing aura held him in the air.

"I dare say you filled me with your delectable semen, Mr. Nobody." She told him with a beaming, mischievous smile. "And yet, one part of me hasn't received a single drop of cum while yearning to be filled. I think it's only fair that we fully sate each other, right Darling?"

Immediately after her proposition, she slowly flipped around. Before, it was clear that Rarity had been aroused from her time with Fancy Pants. But now? Not only was her labia slick with her natural lubricant but the fur surrounding her crotch and her thighs were drenched as well!

However, she didn't give him long to look before she took a single step back. Her slick folds pressed against his tip, making him aware of the heat radiating from her flesh.

If he compared her throat to a warm, crackling fireplace, then her pussy was a raging furnace, making his cock twitch, and slip upwards to poke against her asshole. This earned a small eep from Rarity before she used her aura to lower him back into the position she preferred.

"You need my cock that badly, don't you?" He growled with lust.

Rarity answered with a nod that caused her mane to bounce and a moan of longing as she allowed herself to rub her flesh with just the tip. Spreading her hot nectar along Neil's already slick head.

Better prepared for the extreme sensations he was about to feel, Neil fully braced himself once more, "Fuck me then," He ordered, causing her entire body to jolt from just a single word. "Impale your slutty cunt on my cock like the whorse you are."

Miraculously, she did as he asked eagerly and took a step back. Her heated folds slipped around his lubricated flesh in a single go. Half of his cock disappeared within her instantly, every inch of which she greedily gripped within her fiery depths, without any clear desire to let go.

Her advancement only stalled for half a second, unwilling to allow herself time to get used to his size before she took another step back. She jammed even more of his cock into her, and this time her lips earned a kiss as they made contact with his fleshy ring.

As her advancement stalled, a desperate, unladylike groan rang out from the white mare. Not that it felt like her crushing depth could take any more of his shaft, as Neil's voice joined hers inside the alleyway.

Once their intertwined melodies of primal bliss faded into the air, Rarity slowly withdrew from her conquest. Working against her very body as it clenched to keep him inside of her. "Can you feel my desire? My need to keep your sweaty, unwashed cock inside of me? To breed me like the dirty whorse I am?" She finished, with only the tip remaining inside of her.

Neil didn't trust his voice, given the pleasure overwhelming his mind. But he had enough focus to give her an affirming grunt and slap his belly against the crate in an attempt to thrust as much of his flesh into her as he could. It may have only been an inch, but the unexpected advancement caused her to squeak and jump.

Not that he got away with his actions as her telekinesis tightened around his balls and sheath, triggering an odd sensation of tingly vibrations that further tensed his body. "That's not what I asked, Mr. Nobody. Tell me how you would like to use my whorse pussy. Tell me the best way I can give you your release."

As she finished speaking, the vibrations increased, earning a strained gasp from Neil as he grunted out, "Fast... and deep."

"A fitting choice for a well-endowed stallion such as yourself. I think we'll both enjoy this very much."

Then she thrust back onto him a good six inches deep. There was no pause or wait this time, even with the grip of her body as she immediately pulled forward once more, living up to her promised speed. However, she had to work towards burying his erection into her most profound depths. Each cycle managed to get a little further, whether by a quarter of an inch or half an inch.

Until she finally reached her previous best, and her labia started bouncing against his ring of flesh as if they were an assault of light, fluttery kisses.

Neil was subjected to a hazy bliss of overwhelming pleasure at that point, mainly due to Rarity's multi-prong assault on his far too sensitive and over-stimulated horse cock. It was all he could focus on, keeping it at bay to prolong the experience.

His moans and growls, along with a few horse-like nickers and neighs, didn't even register in his mind, except for the fact that those noises drove Rarity even further.

With one particularly harsh thrust back, Rarity squealed, eclipsing all other sounds they'd made at that point as his fleshy ring slipped in with a noticeable pop. A few extra inches of his penetrated her flesh and battered against an internal, enclosed space of her body. Immediately, her entire body froze, except for the muscles embracing him.

Those clenched and spasmed, gripped and released as if a thousand volts of electricity were dancing along her nerves with the single goal of coaxing him to explode.

Her orgasm was accompanied by a warm spray of mostly clear fluids that splashed against the cobblestones along the front of his crate, the front of the crate itself, and doused the fur of his groin through the glory hole.

A small but noticeable whine came from Neil when the orgasmic spasms finally began to subside, which earned a giggle from the still-shaking mare as she regained her composure. "You're very close to your release, aren't you Mr. Nobody? I can feel your flare. Every nub is desperate to lodge your head right next to my womb and breed your slutty whorse. And who am I to deny you such a treat?"

Small swathes of her pussy clamped down along his shaft, only to relax as other sections clamped down and massaged him under her expert control. She also cranked her aura to the max, increasing the feeling from a simple, pleasurable tingling vibration against his skin to intense jolts of electric pleasure transferring directly into his nuts. It was a new and wholly unexpected feeling that battered down what little defenses he had left.

The floodgates were opened as the head of his cock fully flared right next to her awaiting womb. Everything went white with bliss for Neil, as the first of many loads painted her insides a very creamy white.

After the fourth jet of cum rammed directly against the doorway to her womb, Rarity succumbed as well to another, lesser orgasm, losing the fine control of her muscles to pleasure.

This allowed a certain amount of Neil's life-giving seed to slip past the flare and intermingle with her slick lubricant before being violently ejected with another orgasmic splash on the ground.

This time, it was Rarity who collapsed due to her orgasm. Though only her front legs gave out as her dress, the roses, and her exposed chest, neck, and chin fur made contact with the cobblestone. Staining them all a dirty, dusty brown, along with trace amounts of cum that managed to splash that far.

Not that she cared at the moment, as she rode through her third orgasm of the night.

The only reason Neil hadn't joined her was due to the overwhelming pleasure of freezing his limbs in place. But, that only lasted so long before his muscles untensed, and he began to teeter... Thankfully, his chest fell forward and pressed against the crate, preventing him from falling further as the last diminutive spurts passed through him and into Rarity's strained tunnel.

By that point, she either allowed her telekinetic hold over his privates to fail or her control faltered unwillingly. This, left the only force still holding onto his softening shaft to be her constricting vagina. Even then, as the seconds ticked by, the flared head of his cock slipped backward, little by little.

It was all Rarity could do to lift herself back up, push her rump against the crate, and clamp down. Anything to keep that cock inside of her for as long as possible.

Neil gasped, but by then, it was too late. He watched as the head of his cock slipped out of her tight pussy. The head dangled limply against his balls as a shot glass worth of their mixed juices slopped against his crate as well. Dripping down the broken planks of wood before his attention returned to her partially exposed rear end as it clenched, trapping all but a few dribbles of his seed inside of her.

Without a cock inside of her, Rarity had no further incentive to keep her plush rump pressed against his crate and took a few steps forward with only a hint of a wobble.

"Don't worry about a thing, Mr. Nobody," She assured him as she regained her breath. At the same time, her tail folded back down, covering up the lewd display of her well-used pussy, and pressing firmly in between her cheeks in an attempt to keep as much of his load as possible within her slowly dripping pussy.

"Fancy is a very generous and very giving stallion. He'll enjoy this little surprise I've prepared for him; I can assure you of that."

Before Neil could catch his breath and respond, Rarity straightened up. She even threw her head back, allowing her bouncy curls to swish through the air and settle into their proper place, making her look prim and proper once more.

Her horn lit up, but he couldn't exactly see what Rarity was doing as she trotted out of the alleyway. Before she entirely disappeared around the corner, however, he felt a sloppy, tingling kiss directly on the sheathed head of his penis before the blue aura fully dissipated into the evening light.

Neil was once more alone. A sexually sated but equally confused stallion just sitting in his cum stained crate. He could have focused on the entire situation he just participated in, but he didn't.

Instead, he focused on her parting words. What exactly did she mean by that?

By generous and giving, did she mean he liked to eat out mares? Or was Fancy Pants bi and willing to give in other ways? If that was the case, was it gay if another stallion ate his load out of a mare?

The only thing he knew for sure was that after tonight, he wouldn't return to this crate for at least a week.

Author's Note

This scene was inspired by a comment left by Duckmagee:

I can't believe Rainbow Dash did it with a prince before me!
Wait IT'S NOT REALLY tha...
Neil: Well her ministrations did get me hard and she offered more...
Gasp!
: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
WAIT NO THAT NOT TRUE, WELL I GUESS IT IS BUT NOT WHAT HAPPENED!

At which point my mind went, what if Neil threw down an Uno reverse card and said:

Neil: Besides, Rarity already took two of my loads. Remember Mr. Nobody?
:raritywink: I- Ohhhhhh...
:rainbowhuh: :twilightoops: :applejackunsure: :pinkiesmile: :flutterrage: : WTB!?

2. Power Play

Author's Note

You didn't expect this at all, did you? :moustache:

Well, neither did I. I was going to sit down, focus on chapter 9 of AAA, and enjoy writing it... Except this month is February. With Valentines day, candies, mushiness, and all that other lovey dovey crap couples enjoy. :pinkiecrazy:

And porn. Lots and lots of porn. Which, through no fault of my own, kept distracting me with thoughts and images of my back burner project (This one! :rainbowdetermined2: ). With all of it's almost finished scenes, and only a light amount of editing required (I was totally wrong on this point :raritycry: ).

In the end, I finished this one, eventually, and worked out all the kinks... For now. :trollestia:

All so you pervs can enjoy some smut. So, enjoy! :pinkiehappy:

2. Power Play

'It's just some poor bastard taking a shortcut in the rain.' At least, that's what Neil hoped as the sound of hooves charged closer. He just had to wait for them to pass by, and everything would be... why were they slowing down? As the clip-clopping splash from far away increased in volume, the pony's gallop slowed to a trot, a sedate walk he could hardly separate from the rain, and finally, nothing as the pony came to a standstill somewhere to the left of the dumpster.

Neil's ears twitched nervously in the darkness as he tried to pinpoint any sound that would betray the pony's exact position... Only for a set of hooves to solidly land against the slickened cobblestones on the other side of the dumpster. Two ponies!? Or was it just the one enjoying a random romp through the rain?

'Why the hell did they stop in the middle of the alley?' Neil thought, both wary and perturbed by the situation as he slowed his breathing. 'And out of all the fucking alleys in Canterlot, why this one!?'

His answer came far quicker than he would have liked when a strict, feminine, no-nonsense voice tore through the light pattering of rain. "Private Echo! Would you kindly tell me why I had to chase your flank down this alleyway in the rain?"

Private Echo, another mare with an unusual accent, quickly answered the first. It struck him as an odd blend of Spanish and Scandinavian, which he had never heard before in Canterlot. "I apologize, Ma'am, but there was a series of bangs only a moment ago." Private Echo reported. "I fear it might have been the Creature!"

"I know not to underestimate your hearing, Echo," The first guard admitted before she continued with a light reprimand, "However, that doesn't give you permission to rush off and abandon your partner without saying anything beforehoof. Understood?"

'The Creature?' Neil thought, filing away that tidbit of information for later. An unknown creature was on the loose in the streets of Canterlot, and it seemed the guards were tasked with finding it. And, of course, his clumsy ass had to go and alert some jumpy private with exceptional hearing! Now, he was stuck in a dumpster with his food and doing his best to avoid two guards by holding his breath during their brief bouts of silence.

At least this dumpster didn't smell too bad.

There was a pause between the two mares. Longer than Neil would have expected, as the strain on his lungs and his heartbeat climbed. As the silence continued, it was becoming quite the struggle to hold his breath before Private Echo finally responded to her superior. He immediately used her words to mask his less-than-silent exhalation and inhalation.

"I fear you are right, Corporal Hearth. I shall warn you next time before I am to rush off, yes?" Private Echo spoke, sounding bashful.

Neil regained less than a full breath when Private Echo finished her questioning statement, but it would have to do as he waited. He hoped there would be more back and forth between Corporal Hearth and Private Echo before they finally left. Afterwards, he could return home and enjoy some day-old pony donuts, and everything would be fine. Any moment now, he'd listen to their hooves clacking against the cobblestone, preferably going back the way they came from, and-

Suddenly, there was a squeak of metal hinges, and once more, he felt the light pattering of rain against his already damp hair and neck.

"'Tis a stallion?" Private Echo called out, confused.

Neil jolted, looking up to see a smaller, unusual-looking Pegasus mare in all her odd glory. Her bat-like, membranous wings flapped at a moderate speed, keeping her afloat above the dumpster while repelling rain in every direction (including on him). A single hoof held the lid of the dumpster up in her mysterious grip, a grip not adorned in golden armor reserved for guards, as his eyes followed the leather-like purple armor with navy blue accents across her body.

His eyes traced over her form with haste, doing his best to note the differences. But, even then, he almost missed the small white fangs poking just past her lips before he finally reached her most striking feature. Her eyes were a vibrant radar green and slit like a feline's. Whatever she was, she wasn't a Pegasus.

Unfortunately, while he was preoccupied with examining the brand-new type of pony, Private Echo shook off her surprise. With a loud shriek of excited glee reverberating in the small enclosed space, his ears instinctively folded against his head for protection as the bat-mare dove inside with him. The dumpster lid slammed shut behind her, enshrouding them both in darkness.

Neil only had time to flinch as she landed on his back and grappled onto him with all four hooves. Panicked by the sudden attack, Neil did the only thing that made sense. He pulled his neck as far out of the way as he could and tensed, half-expecting her fangs to sink into his flesh at any time.

That never happened.

Instead, a soft squeal of delight echoed throughout the dumpster. That was Neil's only warning before an armored cheek... rubbed against his shoulder. 'What the fu..?' His brain momentarily froze from the strange disconnect he was experiencing, compared to his previous expectation.

To increase the oddness of the situation, a warm amber light soon illuminated the interior of the dumpster as a telekinetic aura grasped the dumpster lid directly above him. The metal cover lifted effortlessly as Neil was once more pelted by tiny rain droplets.

"Private Echo, what in the hay are you doing in there?" Came the confused voice of Corporal Hearth.

The aggressive nuzzling paused as Private Echo reluctantly gave her report. "Cuddl- Er, saving a cute stallion trapped in the dumpster, Ma'am! Is that not what should be done in this type of circumstance?" She asked.

Neil wasn't as focused on her words, as much as the fang parting his fur and brushing against his skin as she spoke.

"With a reported monster on the loose?" Corporal Hearth asked, her skepticism clear to everyone. "For all you know, he could be a changeling instead of a stallion!"

"Oh," Was all Private Echo said before her muzzle was abruptly removed from his shoulder. "That is a good point you make, Corporal Hearth." The bat pony conceded before she directly addressed him for the first time. "Please excuse my next actions then, Mr. Stallion-Changeling."

'Next actions?' Neil thought. She wasn't going to knock him out, or worse, right? "Uh, what do you- whaa!?" What little breath remained in his lungs was forcefully expelled as her legs squeezed against his rib cage like a vice. His first instinct was to thrash inside the dumpster in an attempt to knock the pony strangling him against the metal walls. Before he could, however, she gave a single, forceful flap of her wings.

Against the known laws of physics, Neil felt a jolt of momentum as he and the mare latched onto his back and shot out of the dumpster through the opening. Neil suddenly felt both confused and disoriented. Or, it could have been the minor lack of oxygen messing with his perception. Before he could splatter against the rapidly approaching wall, another mighty flap from the mare slowed them almost to a standstill.

Was what he just experienced illogical? Yes. Was it impossible? It should have been, but apparently not. Many thoughts of a similar nature sifted through Neil's mind as he was held a good ten, perhaps even fifteen feet in the air. He felt each flap of the Bat Pony's wings, far slower than any bird he could think of from Earth. Yet she somehow kept both of them in the air. However, he noticed they were closer to the ground with each mild up and down motion.

Suddenly, the orange glow illuminating the alleyway stopped. Allowing the surrounding area to be reclaimed by the dreary night once more. Without the aura supporting it, the dumpster lid fell back down, slamming shut with a loud clang for the third time in roughly as many minutes.

The shadows barely had time to settle into the dark cracks and crevices of the stone and brick before Corporal Hearth's horn lit up again with a bright orange glow. However, this time, the strange, almost plasma-like aura stuck to her horn. "Bring him down so I can test him."

Private Echo immediately complied with the order as she lowered them to the area right before the unicorn. This time without the sudden jolt of momentum, unlike their previous ascent, which prolonged their flight by a few extra seconds.

Private Echo loosened her grip on him when his hooves were firmly planted on the ground. Enough to allow a desperate, deep gasp as he supplied his body with much-needed oxygen, but not enough to fully let go as she laid on his back. At the same time, Corporal Hearth lowered her plasma-covered horn and took a step toward him, her intent clear.

Despite his lack of breath, Neil had no intention of being burned, stabbed, or both as he tried to twist out of the way. However, with another flap of her wings, Private Echo more than countered his movement, causing his rump to swing into the unicorn's horn.

The orange plasma immediately latched onto the point of impact. At the same time, Hearth took a sudden, slightly disoriented step back as she shook her head. Neil tensed as he expected to feel extreme pain or a burning sensation at the very least. Instead, a charming, tingly warmth radiated from the point of impact as the effect slowly spread over the rest of his body.

Without needing to keep him in place, Private Echo hopped off his back. She landed with a light clack of hooves on his unoccupied side. Effectively flanking him between the two mares as she watched the effect spread with a knowing grin. "I do not see the chitin your spell was supposed to reveal, Corporal Hearth?"

Before the Corporal could respond, Neil reacted with a shocked squeak as the spell finally reached around his thigh and encroached upon his sheath and balls at roughly the same time. As if a switch were flipped, the tingling sensation enhanced threefold on his most sensitive flesh. His back legs jerked instinctively, locking ramrod straight. Which not only caused his rump to jolt upward a few inches but also slapped his burgeoning half-aroused shaft limply against his belly.

Even then, Corporal Hearth stayed silent. Only her blue eyes betrayed her thoughts as they jumped back and forth between the horn jutting out of his forehead to his recently uncovered side, where a ruffled, unkept, and overly sensitive wing was slowly being overtaken by orange plasma. "I, uh..." Once more, her horn lit up, allowing the same orange plasma to creep up her horn. "Let me try one more Private Echo, just to be sure."

By then, Neil knew he was caught as he tried to ignore the mixed signals from his wing and groin, sending shivers up his spine. He had no idea what Corporal Hearth could do beyond what she was currently doing to him. Even if he somehow managed to overpower the Unicorn guard, Private Echo's strength and speed could easily overwhelm him. He had no way in hell of escaping the bat mare. So, ignoring the tingling that furthered his arousal, he stood tall and proud (in more ways than one, judging by Private Echo's wandering eyes), almost taunting Corporal Hearth to touch him with her horn a second time.

This is precisely what she did, as she pressed the tip of her horn as high up as she could reach along his neck. Like before, the spell was relatively harmless as the orange plasma crawled out from the point of contact. Once she withdrew, it was clear to him that Corporal Hearth was content to watch and wait as the rain lightly pelted them all.

Private Echo, however, chose not to stand back as she pressed her armored back against his side. At the same time, she wrapped her skin-covered wing under his belly as if to help prop him up. "Does this mean he isn't a changeling Corporal Hearth?" She asked, dipping her head underneath him to look at the other mare.

"That's right, Private. Whatever he is, it isn't a changeling," Corporal Hearth confirmed cautiously, only after the plasma reached his horn and caused another pleasurable spark.

Neil's arousal jerked once more, but this time, instead of the fur he was used to, his flesh slapped against something sleek and velvety.

"Good." Private Echo stated in a sultry, if slightly smug voice. Her wing peeled off of his belly, only to wrap around his far more sensitive erection, causing it to jerk in her grasp. "I would feel very bad if we had to leave this endowment unattended." She then looked up at him, her green eyes full of optimistic anticipation and lust. "Would you like to mount me?"

"Private Echo!" Corporal Hearth gasped, practically mirroring his shock at the mare's brash offer. "We still don't know exactly what he is."

"Merciful Moon, is it not clear, Ma'am?" She asked as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "There is an aroused Alicorn stallion standing right in front of our eyes. One, I would very much like to mate with if he is willing." To emphasize her point, she gave his shaft a firm squeeze before slowly pumping back and forth with her wing.

"He looks like an Alicorn stallion," The Corporal reiterated, still watching the progress of her two plasma spells warily as they finally converged at his shoulder. If something was supposed to happen, nothing did. "But an Alicorn just appearing out of thin air? That doesn't happen!"

Neil had no idea what to do as he groaned, both from the argument and the pleasure. On the one hand, the mare supposedly in charge looked at him like an alien. On the other hand, the bat mare was casually jacking him off! And doing a pretty good job of it too, now that her wing was slick with his pre-cum.

Stifling a moan, he butted into their little argument, "Do I get any say in the matter?" He tried to sound imposing but not too imposing, given Private Echo's already firm hold on his cock.

"Of course you do, Mr. Stallion." Echo chirped right away while also giving his crest an encouraging rub.

"I kind of agree with Corporal Hearth on this one." He said, causing both mares to look at him with no small amount of surprise. "Your wing feels great, but isn't it weird to be stroking off a guy you just met? Let alone the fact that I was lying in garbage slime a few minutes ago?"

"You say that as if the rain has not already washed away most of the grime," Echo stated with a dismissive shrug. "Besides, I can not think of a single Unicorn that does not know a cleaning spell for just such an occasion." She didn't care about getting dirty while getting down and dirty, triggering a slight shiver to pass up his spine. Whether it was the cool rain pelting his back or the primal anticipation of getting lucky, he didn't know.

"Okay, I might concede he isn't the monster," Corporal Hearth admitted, interjecting herself into the conversation again. "But if that's the case, then there's still a threat on the loose."

"I am very much in agreement with you, Corporal Hearth," Private Echo offered before quoting a bunch of words that made little to no sense to Neil. "Section 24.2B of the Civilian Relations Guidebook, recommending how to best approach, protect, and if need be, service an aroused and unattended stallion while on duty."

'Servicing an aroused..?' The fact that this crazy world had such a protocol blew his mind.

Corporal Hearth also looked as if she was blindsided by Private Echo's words, at first, "I... admit that the situation applies. If he is an actual stallion," She added, stubbornly repeating her accusation against him.

"His penis feels real and is very, very much an equine shape. I would call him a stallion, and a large one at that. Alicorn-sized, even," Private Echo offered while giving him a very appreciative squeeze between her soft back-and-forth ministrations. "Do you wish to look closely? It is the least you could do after your spell made him so hot and bothered."

Corporal Hearth's ears whipped back, almost as if she had just been struck.

Why, though, Neil could only guess at. Was there some sort of sexual power play going on between the two mares, with him being little more than a prop? Was there some sort of rivalry between the two? Or was it something else entirely?

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Neil said, taking pity on the saner of the two mares he found himself with.

Her steely blue eyes angled up, centering on his own. She stared, almost as if she was trying to discern his intentions not by looking at him but by looking through him. What was she looking for? Neil couldn't possibly tell. But, whatever it was, she must have found it as her accusatory expression faded, becoming slightly more professional. "Whoever you may be, I should apologize for using that Changeling detection spell on you without stating the side effects."

It was obvious to all of them what the most apparent side effect was, given the throbbing hard-on Private Echo was currently attending. The constant orange glow emanating from his body was also slightly annoying. However, he was more than willing to let it all slide, with a few stipulations. "It's fine, I guess. Private Echo can have her fun and take care of my erection. You can do whatever to remove the glowing. Then we can all go our separate ways, okay?"

Private Echo's grip seemed to speed up in excitement at his first stipulation, almost coaxing another moan from him as he spoke. But her stroking ceased on the third. Both mares looked shocked and slightly worried at the suggestion.

"You wish to split apart from us?" Echo asked, confused.

"In the middle of a monster hunt?" Hearth added, watching him closely. "I'm sorry, but doing that would put you at risk."

A glance from one mare to the other revealed to Neil their hardening resolve. They weren't going to let him leave, not willingly at least, which meant he was screwed with a capital S... Unless... He gave them both precisely what Private Echo wanted. It was worth a shot. And, if he managed to fuck these two silly? He could just leave, no questions asked.

Of course, his cock throbbed at the idea, ejaculating a significant spurt of pre into Private Echo's wing. "I guess you're right," He conceded, putting his plan into action. "Should we take care of my erection first, then, before this monster thing shows up?"

"I have been waiting to hear those words. Yes, let us both take care of your massive cock!" Echo cheered as her head slipped under his belly. The next thing he felt was her slick wing curling around the base of his cock; pushing his sheath back as far as it would allow. Trying to draw as much of his flesh from its regular resting place as possible before a pair of warm, sultry lips brushed against the flat face of his tip. She moaned appreciatively, putting on a vocal performance before opening wide and taking his girth into her open maw.

She took in a good three, perhaps four inches of cock right away. Her tongue immediately went to work, lapping and caressing at his already pre-slicked flesh with a fervor he hadn't expected. But what earned his startled moan was the pair of smooth, pointed fangs that brushed along every inch that squeezed in between them.

One wrong move and she might still have a taste of his blood. Neil didn't know whether that thought thrilled or terrified him more.

Either way, Neil was so caught up in the pleasure of Echo's actions that he never noticed Corporal Hearth's movement until she was passing right in front of him. She still appeared to be the image of a professional guard as she paced around him. Even then, he caught the pronounced twitch of her tail as the unicorn looked to see exactly what her subordinate was doing. However, she didn't speak up as her eyesight focused on his right side.

Following her line of sight revealed the only remaining spot of fur uncovered by her changeling detection spell, and it was slowly growing smaller by the second. It might have been interesting to watch just a minute ago, but Echo was doing her best to draw all of his attention as she forced another two inches down her greedy gullet and audibly gagged.

This earned her another strained moan and a splash of pre against the back of her throat as she withdrew. As much as he wanted this to continue, his ramshackle, barebones plan wouldn't survive if he blew his load down Echo's throat right away.

Thanks to the mare from two weeks ago, he knew he could go at least two rounds. But he had two mares to wear down today, both of whom were guards.

Neil looked underneath his belly, watching the mare working his erection for a moment under the pale orange glow before he cleared his throat. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I believe you wanted me to mount you? We could skip-"

He froze, slightly alarmed as the dull orange brightened in a sudden intensity. Almost to the point of lighting up the entire alleyway, only to explode harmlessly in a shower of fiery sparks, none of which he felt as they bounced against his chin, his legs, or his engorged cock (If sparks were, indeed, bouncing around Echo's mouth).

In fact, after the light show, Echo removed herself from him with a long, drawn-out moan that vibrated to the very base of his cock. "The taste of your sweet fire magic, Corporal Hearth, I very much enjoy. But mix it with the taste of a stallion? Fullandat!"

She then gave his lower head one last sloppy kiss as her tongue focused on the small orifice that pumped salty treats down her throat. Giving that part of him special attention as she tickled it. This earned her one last spray of viscous fluids directly against her expert appendage, which she quickly lapped up and swallowed audibly before pulling away from him. "I would very much like to take you up on your offer. Just, not in a place so wet?"

Neil readily agreed as the rain freely dripped from his belly, only to land on his erection. Whether the skin of his penis was just that sensitive or Echo had made him hot and bothered, the drops of water chilled him far more than he thought it should have compared to the rest of his drenched body. "There's the overhang by the front door?"

"Then that is where we should go," Echo readily agreed as she pressed her back against his right side again. Corporal Hearth did the same, though slower, keeping almost an inch or two of space between them. All but boxing him in protectively between them as they set off.

It was only a short distance before they reached the large, almost porch-like steps to Donut Joe's front entrance. However, Echo gave off little chirps and lavish trills the entire way, not hiding her lusty excitement and anticipation for what was coming when they reached their destination.

Still, there was just enough time for Neil to ask, "So... What was your changeling thing supposed to do, and why did it explode like that?"

"The Changeling Detection Spell is designed to react with and disrupt a Changeling's disguise magic coating their chitin. If the spell runs its course without finding any changeling magic, it destabilizes and dissipates in a harmless spray of sparks." She then looked away from him, almost bashfully, with a little hint of red blossoming on her cheeks.

"As you probably felt, it also causes a sudden, if pleasurable, reaction in ponies where our natural magics tend to gather."

That made a strange sort of sense if he ignored the magic talk. They used energy to somehow react with other forms of energy; it was as simple as that. Though Neil couldn't help but quietly snort as he imagined what his D&D group might think about that. They'd likely joke about a +1 Cock of Dragon Laying, or something else as equally stupid.

However, Those thoughts were pushed aside as Echo hopped up the rain-free front steps with a slight flair of her wings. Without any prompting or teasing, her damp tail popped up when her hooves touched down. Exposing everything underneath for all to see, as if it was a prom night dress. She was adorably sexy as she looked back at him with pure excitement.

Neil only had one other mare to compare her with since he woke up in Canterlot, and he couldn't deny Rarity was more well rounded in every way. A bigger, more cushioned rear end. Her pussy was more defined, more prominent, and pillowy. Even her asshole looked well cushioned, reminding him of the donut sign just above his head as he walked up the steps.

Echo was, in many ways, Rarity's opposite. She was smaller, sleeker, and more streamlined. Her pussy's lips were thin, more hidden against her fur, and more demure in their well-aroused presentation. Even her asshole looked normal compared to the average pony. And then, his eyes centered as her labia twitched, suddenly revealing a hint of pink flesh as her clitoris teased him with just a moment of exposure.

Between the two, Neil felt that Echo looked, if not prettier, then more exotic at the very least in his eyes. Or it could have been the hormones talking as he imagined how tight her pussy would feel around him. His cock slapped against his damp belly in anticipation as each step brought him closer to his prize...

And then, he shocked the mare as his nose made contact. Causing the bat mare to release a startled 'Eeek!' as he took in a deep breath of her aroused scent. It was musky, but the distinct hint of forest loam also reminded him of camping trips long ago. Almost instinctively, his lips parted. Giving him a not-so-subtle taste that only reinforced the scent, as Echo gave an involuntary wink. Her slick little nub, drenched in her arousal, met with the tip of his tongue as if giving him a little kiss of its own.

Neil would have been more than happy to continue pleasuring the smaller mare with just his lips, but a sudden orange glow emanated from not only himself but the mare's cheeks, taking up most of his vision. The orange glow overpowered the single bulb lighting up the small porch, forcing Neil to pull away from Echo before the light disappeared just as quickly.

He suddenly felt a good five, perhaps even ten pounds lighter, without knowing why. Not only that but as he looked between the two mares (Who looked either calm or mildly disappointed at the loss of his muzzle between her cheeks), there was a faint haze of steam taking up the porch. Both mares were now dry compared to a moment ago, and so was he.

Except for his cock. That still felt slick and ready to go for some reason.

"As Private Echo said earlier, every Unicorn has a cleaning and drying spell in their repertoire," Corporal Hearth informed him, looking at him with an appraising eye, "And you clean up quite nicely, I might add."

"He is a very nice-looking Alicorn," Echo seconded while giving her rump a not-so-subtle shake. "One who has agreed to mount a mare very much in need, yes?"

That was the plan, as Neil was once more drawn towards her slim and sexy pussy lips, now with a hint of red blush that begged to be bred. The only question that came to mind when he took a step forward, with his chest lightly pressed against her rump, was how to do this?

She was much smaller than him, and he'd never done anything like this before. He must have been taking too long, however, as Echo pressed her ass cheeks into him. Declaring either her eagerness or her impatience at his delay.

Hoping for the best, he sprung up with his front legs and took a daring, unsteady step forward with his back ones. His belly slid along the smooth armor encasing Echo's back almost effortlessly, and his front hooves managed to lightly hook around her wings, earning a shudder from the mare below him. It wasn't the correct angle, though, as he felt the flat tip of his cock press against the small stretch of flesh between her asshole and the base of her tail.

Before he even had a chance to pull back for a second attempt, he felt a strange but familiar sensation of an aura latching onto his cock. Looking to his left, he saw Hearth's horn already alight in her signature orange, as his flesh was manipulated like a marionette. The tip of his cock traced around Echo's twitching asshole on its own.

Not only did it leave a trail of spit and pre-cum along the entire length of her crevice, but the pressure also increased until Hearth finally pulled his tip over Echo's labia and allowed the first inch or so to pop into the mare.

Neil and Echo moaned in unison at the shared jolt between them. Neil had gotten used to the cool air around his exposed shaft. But, to suddenly have his tip once more be enveloped with Echo's internal warmth and gently caressing flesh... It wasn't enough as his sex-driven mind registered the sudden chill surrounding the rest of him and the desire to feel warmth and comfort across the entirety of his cock.

Echo seemed to agree as she moved underneath him. Her rump suddenly pushed into his belly, sinking another sliver of his flesh into her demanding depths. He could feel her muscles contracting around him, with a little nub of flesh caressing the underside of his cock, urging him on.

Instinctively, he thrust forward. And this time, he wasn't constrained by a half-smashed shipping box.

The way all of his muscles worked in unison, contorting his back end to thrust at the proper angle. All of it felt weird and distinctly non-human. At least, it would have had Neil not been overwhelmed with the sudden pleasure such an action caused as nearly six inches of his flesh sunk into the smaller mare's body. The only thing that stopped him from going further was Echo's high-pitched, almost pained yelp as her flesh clenched around him like a vice.

More than anything else that broke the thin veil of instinctual pleasure hazing Neil's mind. He paused, contorting his neck slightly to look down at Echo's face. Even at that angle, her head was mostly covered by her helmet. But, he caught a glimpse of her eyes clenched shut, another sign that she needed time to get used to his size. Time that he was more than willing to give, but she was having none of it.

After a second or two without movement, Echo growled in apparent frustration. She rocked her body against him a second time, trying to stuff even more of him into her with mild success as her wings joined the attempt. They wrapped around his belly and sides, latching onto him as she pulled herself back. Or was she pulling him further into her? Either way, the attempts earned her another half an inch of his shaft before he got the message.

Neil unclenched the muscles holding him in place, allowing his body to finish its natural arc slowly this time and sink almost two-thirds of his cock into her clenching depths. Somehow, it felt as if he knew her body demanded... no, needed more of him. Instead of giving in, he ignored that thought as he slowly pulled inch after pleasurable inch from her. Her muscles gripped at his partially flared crest, doing their absolute best to keep him locked inside of her.

By the time only his tip remained, Neil was shivering. Whether from the natural pleasure or the sudden cold, he couldn't tell. But that was all the incentive he needed to thrust back into her warm, inviting flesh. Again and again, he repeated those exact movements, a robust and sudden thrust forward, followed by a drawn-out retreat as he learned on the fly, the inner workings of sex as a pony. He worked himself into a slow but steady rhythm that earned small audible yips and coos from the mare below him as he taunted her desperate snatch.

And then, with unexpectedly little strain and pop, he felt his tip enter what he coined a mare's inner pocket after his time with Rarity. He had no idea what it was, but the sudden penetration earned a very similar reaction as Echo's back tensed and shuddered against his belly. At the same time, her inner muscles convulsed, all but locking the head of his cock in place as she squeezed and tried to coax him to orgasm as well.

He felt warm fluids splash against his lower legs as the mare below him gave off a loud, rapturous, high-pitched squeal of pure ecstasy. It was tempting, oh so tempting, to let go right then and there. To pull out and thrust as much as her body would allow and pump her full of his cum after all the teasing she did in the alley. But he didn't, as that would go against his plan.

However, to his surprise, he wasn't the only one with a plan.

"Private Echo, attention!" Corporal Hearth called out harshly.

It was as if a switch were flipped. Echo's muscles, both inside and out, had been relaxing noticeably as she rode out her orgasm. But the moment she heard that command, her entire body tensed.

It was almost painful, the way her vagina clamped down on him like a literal vice, though he still felt the remaining spasms of her fading orgasm. That wasn't all as she stood straight at attention, lifting him up almost an inch. "Ma'am!"

Neil opted to go with the flow whether he wanted to or not. There was no way he was escaping the sudden turn of events as he gave a tentative, if unsuccessful, pull as his cock didn't budge. Echo's pussy was living up to the title of a tight snatch. With nothing else to do, he looked over to the source of his current predicament.

Hearth was scowling. Such an expression might have caused a bit of a mental disconnect, given the average pony's jovial, almost sickeningly adorable nature. But with most of her softer facial features covered by the Romanesque helmet and the light of Donut Joe's porch casting shadows, she looked almost intimidating.

"Well, you wanted to buck him oh so badly. Performance report, Guardsmare!" She commanded with a tone that brooked no argument. Yet, when she caught his eyes, they morphed, earning an impish, almost teasing glint as she awaited Echo's answer.

"I wish him to be a little more aggressive," Echo informed Corporal Hearth just as loudly, without any trace of her earlier snark. "But his girth finally speared my womb, and I love it, Ma'am!" As she spoke, she remained stiff on the outside. But to emphasize her point, her inner muscles loosened just a little and rippled in a controlled manner, massaging him.

"Without reaching his medial ring? Carry on then, Private," Hearth ordered, and the bat pony immediately relaxed underneath him, externally at least, as he was lowered back down. "You heard the mare, hard and fast until her squealing shatters glass."

Without another word, she spun in place. Giving Neil a brief but obvious glance at her current state, given her tail was fully flagged. From the fur surrounding her vagina to her inner thighs, the entire area was damp with apparent arousal. However, she walked behind him before he could get a good look and stopped only a few feet away.

The perfect front-row seat, allowing her to see everything up close and personally if her perverted grin and the hoof reaching past her belly was anything to go by. Then, she looked directly at him. "I don't see any bucking going on," She chided teasingly.

Shaking his head at the perversion of mares in general, he focused once more on the mare underneath him. Not that he really needed to, as Echo's control of her inner muscles had kept him fully flared and fully enclosed in her... had she really meant her womb? Whether legitimate or a euphemism, he jerked back. Popping his flair from her grip, and earning a pleasurable gasp. She also wanted him to go harder, and who was he to deny her?

...He did exactly that with one last, torturously slow retreat. His cock pulled out of her at a snail's pace, giving Hearth the facsimile of a slow-motion view with every agonizing inch.

Echo gave him a needy, almost desperate whine. All but begging him to move faster as he teased the cute little bat mare. But, no matter how slow he went, eventually, only his flared head remained nestled against her inner labia.

With a smirk, he counted down, 'Three, two, one,' And slammed into her wanting snatch, finally giving Echo exactly what she asked for. His back muscles spasmed from the sudden uptake in pleasure, and his front legs tightened, gripping even harder against the base of her wings as he pumped in and out. Again and again, he popped his flare in and out of her inner pocket as hard and fast as he could give her, despite his inexperience as a pony. It wasn't the smoothest experience for either of them, but given the non-stop shrieks and moans of desire, Echo was lost in herself.

Still, given Echo's earlier actions to keep him at a nice plateau of pleasure, Neil wasn't all that far behind her. He offered a deep, guttural moan in contrast to the high-pitched scream she released. Both sounds reverberated throughout his chest as her inner walls began to mimic the frequency of her second orgasm of the night. This time, her fluids splashed against his lower thighs with the power of a garden hose, and he couldn't help but imagine a drenched Corporal Hearth as well. With that image locked in his mind, he rammed himself as far as her body would allow. His medial ring brushed against her puffy, quivering labia, partially deflecting her deluge of juices. At the same time, her muscles coaxed his own into the mix.

Generous amounts of semen pumped through his length, unloading against her inner flesh with each electrifying spasm of absolute bliss. It was almost blinding, yet it also gave him the inner clarity to feel her innermost depths grasping at every little nub along his flared tip as if they were an instrument being played.

Neil stayed like this for an unknown amount of time. A few seconds? A few minutes? He couldn't say before an outside source intruded upon and enhanced his inner paradise. He felt something furry yet firm press inquisitively against his frantically bobbing balls. The intimate nuzzle lasted only for a moment; before one of them was quickly overtaken by warm, damp, suckling pair of lips and a playful tongue. Hearth seemed to enjoy the mixed taste of Echo's orgasm and his sack with an audible if muffled, approval.

Neil immediately poured his appreciation for Hearth's actions into Echo's already-flooded tunnel as his semi-flaccid cock rebounded with another stiff throb. Overall, Hearth managed to not only prolong his orgasm but slightly increase the volume of his final few loads before his newfound second wind began to wane just as quickly as it appeared.

As if she could sense when his orgasm had officially come to an end, Hearth released the ball she had been sucking on. Only to give it and the unmolested one each a quick, fleeting kiss before removing herself from between his legs. Seconds later, she reappeared by his side, her muzzle and neck looking noticeably damper compared to just minutes before.

"An adequate job... for a virgin?" She asked, looking at him with curiosity and excitement.

Was his performance really that haphazard? He felt he did a pretty good job, all things considered. Still, she was right in one regard. After catching his breath, he said, "That wasn't my first time. But, it was my first-time mounting, I guess, as... she kept calling me an Alicorn?"

Technically accurate, since Rarity was his first as a pony. Whatever Hearth was looking for, she gave a slight nod before looking sternly at the mare below him as if she were inspecting Private Echo's performance.

Neil's nerves spiked at the sudden change. If she called Echo to attention, he was rather unwilling to have his softening, overly-sensitive cock caught in Echo's vice-like grip a second time. So, he did the most prudent thing that came to mind and hopped off the bat mare's back.

Of course, there was the sudden jolt of mixed after-orgasm pleasure and pain as he forcefully removed his semi-erect cock and its still flared head from her warm, slick, and ever-welcoming passage. But that was a small price to pay, along with the cup or so of their mixed fluids that spilled out from her swollen lips and splashed over the porch and Echo's back legs.

The porch started getting a little cozy, with all three of them now separate. But Neil watched as Private Echo stood a little straighter under Corporal Heart's gaze now that she didn't have to support his weight.

"I wish to make an addition to my first report, Corporal Hearth." She requested, breathing a little heavier than she had previously.

Corporal Hearth didn't speak immediately, instead opting to look over every aspect of the mare. She started at the front, scrutinizing things like Echo's helmet and the rest of her armor. She then transitioned to her side, judging her back, wings, and belly. Then, she finally stopped by Echo's rump, only for her horn to light up and lift the bat mare's tail.

Her aura revealed a far larger mess than even Neil had expected. Cum, still dripping from Echo's abused pussy, trailed down the surrounding fur and legs. Even her ass cheeks were damp, likely from being splashed during their shared orgasm.

For a moment, Neil thought the unicorn was going to go drill sergeant on Echo. Instead, she pressed her nose against one of her drenched cheeks and breathed deeply. "Go ahead, Private Echo."

Private Echo tried her best to sound professional, but even then, with an experienced mare between her legs... "He most definitely, Ooh!" She moaned as Hearth dragged her tongue along Echo's red slit, from bottom to top. Collecting a small, viscous white dollop of fluids along her tongue before withdrawing it and her well-deserved treat back into her mouth.

During this, her eyes locked onto Neil with a lusty gaze. "Can buck your mind out if he wishes to, Corporal Heeearth!" She complimented mid-squeak as the Corporal latched onto Echo's pearl-like clitoris mid-wink.

The sudden, unexpectedly hot mare-on-mare action caused a well-known stirring between Neil's legs. His softened cock, which had almost entirely retreated to the safety of its sheath, paused with little more than an inch to go... before it started to reverse the process. Slowly engorging once more to the sight of Hearth not just cleaning his mess but working over the smaller mare's perky ass cheeks and pussy as well.

Corporal Hearth suckled on the distinct pearl of flesh for a few more seconds, earning one last appreciative moan from Private Echo before releasing it. "I gathered that while I was watching, Private," She admitted as she released the mare's tail from her aura, allowing it to flop down. "Which is a good thing since it's my turn next."

There had been a small, niggling doubt at the back of his mind that Corporal Hearth might be unwilling to have sex with him. But that admission quickly snuffed his doubt, confirming his plan to fuck them both silly was still good to go, so long as he didn't wear himself out first. Feeling his aroused horse cock slap against his belly, he at least had a chance, though Hearth's subsequent request caught him by surprise.

"Would you mind getting on your back for me?" She asked, looking at him while also going down the steps to give him enough room to do so, "I want that cock of yours, Alicorn style."

Neil had a vague hunch for what Hearth meant by Alicorn style, but with just him and Echo on the porch, it was easy enough to get on his back while also avoiding the puddle of cum. Once he was lying down, Hearth hopped back onto the porch with only her left side slightly damp from the rain. A quick flash of light took care of that as she approached, her face and muzzle level with his cock.

"Private Echo," Hearth spoke, close enough that he could feel her warm breath against the slick surface of his cock, "Why don't you help me prep our stallion?"

Echo, who had been watching the entire time, was quick to fulfill Hearth's order as she hopped closer to his groin. "As you desire, Corporal Hearth, but first!" Echo did something unexpected. She dove towards his cock, as requested, but then nudged it aside with her muzzle to press her lips against Hearth's.

That sparked an impromptu make-out session over Neil's belly, which earned an appreciative throb from his cock as it rested against both of their cheeks. A few seconds later, Echo parted with a moan that promised far more desirable things in the near future. "Hmm... Not the best of tastes with my natural discharge, but tasty enough to want more from the source," She hinted, looking at him with a fanged grin.

If not for the blowjob she gave him in the alley, Neil might have been worried. But he had no time to think before Hearth's lips wrapped around his shaft, allowing her tongue to tease along the crease of his medial ring with a loud, reverberating moan. Echo quickly joined her, diving for the tip and forcing three to four inches into her mouth.

With the double assault upon his shaft, all Neil could do was watch as the mares did their best to coax either a moan from his lips or, in Echo's case, suckle on his tip eagerly for a salty treat. But that dynamic didn't last long before Hearth started moving her way up his pole. Echo relinquished her hold at the top as if their timing was choreographed and slid down.

When they met midway, both mares took the time to give a strained and sloppy kiss around his girth with a fair amount of performative tongue work. Then, it was Echo's turn to carefully nibble on his ring with her fangs while Hearth claimed the tip with her more prominent, cushioned lips and expert tongue.

The unique shift was enough to earn Hearth a low but powerful moan and a thick throb of pure, untainted pre-cum as it splashed against the back of her throat.

Both mares switched a further two times, roiling up the ecstasy of his groin more and more until Hearth pulled off the tip of his cock with an audible pop and smack of her lips. "I hope you're ready because I need this cock inside me now."

Hearing this, Echo was quick to pull her muzzle away with one final departing nip of her fangs as both mares stood up.

Hearth all but threw her front and back right legs over his body. Straddling him imposingly despite her smaller size, she quickly lined herself up. Still, that gave him a good view of her underside. Her golden armor cut off three-quarters of the way down her belly, leaving her belly button to her groin exposed, with only a light covering of fine fur.

Because of that, he spotted two quaint little mounds of flesh, each with an adorable, if slightly more animalistic, nipple poking out from underneath her thin white fur.

While that happened, Echo pranced the short distance towards the front half of his body. She quickly drew his attention away from Hearth as she grinned at him and asked, "Would you kindly lean forward and up, please?"

Neil wasn't sure what Echo was planning, but he complied with her request. He pushed his back up off the porch with his front legs as if he were doing a pony version of a sit-up. This inadvertently brought his lips within kissing range of Hearth's if she was to look. Instead, she was too focused on lining up his cock with her hoof to take the opportunity. Something Neil was thankful for since he didn't care to taste himself.

As for Echo, she was quick to scooch under his neck and curl her body around his shoulders while lying on her side. "You can lower yourself now."

Neil cautiously lowered his neck against her pliable, leather-like armor. It pressed against her soft belly, giving him more than enough comfort, as well as a good angle to watch Hearth as she pressed his tip against her slick, heated flesh. Better yet, Echo was kind enough to spread her wing roughly a foot above them, shading them both from the glare of the porch's lightbulb.

"There, now we both can watch without the pesky light bothering us," She offered before rubbing her muzzle alluringly along his jaw. "Also, I can now nibble your adorable ear!"

Before he could do anything, Echo struck with a small but adorable chirp. His right ear attempted to flick away from the contact, but it was too slow before her lips and fangs latched onto him. Sending odd but tingly little jolts through his nerves as she massaged his ear with her fangs, without piercing it, thankfully.

While he was distracted, it was Hearth's turn to strike. One moment, his tip was resting against her pillowy labia, with her arousal trailing down his flesh. The next, she forced her demanding cunt onto his shaft, reaching a few inches shy of his medial ring on the first go with a loud, euphoric gasp.

"Finally! It's been months." Hearth moaned as she lifted herself. There was no stopping for her to get used to his size or gentle thrusting to ease her into a rhythm. She knew exactly what she wanted as she reached the tip and slammed herself down a second time.

It took Neil's self-control not to thrust up and meet Hearth halfway. With the way she was currently slamming herself down on his cock, he was half-scared he'd injure the vocal mare as she vented her long-held sexual frustrations. "Months with nothing," Slam, "But a too small," Slam, "Horseapples," Slam, "Standard issue," Slam, "Cooler!" Slam!

With that, Hearth's pussy lips finally pressed down against the fleshy ring of his cock. She gave a relieved exhale above him as her hips squirmed on the flesh jammed tightly into her twitching, caressing depths. That earned a firm, meaty throb with a deep, needy moan from Neil.

Not once, either as a human or a pony, had he experienced sex like this. His partner all but forced shocks of pleasure through his system with each blow of her pussy. It was strange, uncomfortable, and almost overwhelming in a way. To the point, he hardly noticed as Echo released his ear.

However, he still heard her as she asked, "Do you wish to know why they call this Alicorn style?" After which, she licked the edge of his ear enticingly.

"Sure?" Neil intoned, far too focused on keeping his breath steady. Watching with bated breath, he felt Hearth lift herself to the tip once more. At the apex of her movements, Hearth’s horn lit up with her signature orange glow.

Neil's thighs tensed, half expecting the same trick Rarity had used on him weeks ago. In a way, he was right. Instead of his shaft, Hearth's aura centered around her groin, covering her mounds and traveling out of sight up her labia while leaving him wholly untouched.

He watched and felt as her entrance clenched down on his unflared tip. Her clit popped out of its protective shroud, as he'd seen mares do multiple times. This time, however, Hearth's sensitive little button of nerves did not return to its place of rest. Instead, it appeared to be trapped as Hearth once more slid down his shaft, at a slightly more sedate speed this time. Her clit brushed against his flesh the entire way down until it finally pressed against his ring.

"The Sun Princess. She is a taller, bigger mare, befitting an Alicorn, yes?" Echo asked as they both watched Hearth's descent. "It is believed if she were to be mounted, that an average stallion can not give her the full mating satisfaction of a penis entering the womb. The very satisfaction you gave to me, easily."

He had an uneasy time picturing that in his mind with Hearth sliding down his cock. But, if the princess was bigger than him, and he was bigger than the average stallion he saw in the streets, it would make sense...

Only for the image he constructed to be violently shatter from the shocking realization that it wasn't just dirty talk. His cock had not only pierced but smothered the inner sanctum of a woman. Twice.

"So Prance," Echo carried on, oblivious to his inner turmoil as she enjoyed the show put on by Hearth, "Being the Shameless Whorses they are, painted onto canvas a way for the Sun Princess to gain her satisfaction. Immortalizing Alicorn Style forever, as vagina to the sheath, like so," She finished, gesturing with her muzzle towards Hearth.

By that point, Hearth had traveled up and down his shaft five more times. She slowly but steadily regained momentum each cycle, almost matching her more frustrated thrusts. "That's, the goal," Hearth gasped between struggling breaths, as she firmly seated her labia against his ring once again.

Neil didn't think that was going to be possible, but he wasn't the one in control. He was just along for the ride, drowning in the pleasure offered as a glorified toy, while Hearth's movements became more frantic.

During this, Neil felt something brush against his left shoulder more than once. After the third time, he managed to pry his eyes away from Hearth's lewd exhibition, only to see Echo's legs spread wide. One was resting along his side while the other was in the air. At the center was an armored hoof rubbing at her pussy in a circular motion.

If Echo was horny again this soon, that did not bode well for his 'fuck them silly' plan.

A rough, almost painful squeeze brought his attention back to Hearth. The mare looked like she was right on the edge of release. Her uncontrollable inner muscles twitched, spasmed, and clenched around his sensitive cock. Trying to break down the dam holding back the overwhelming torrent of pleasurable pressure building up inside his balls.

But she wasn't giving up as she tried, again and again, to push past his ring and bury his cock as far as her body would allow. She even begged him to thrust into her, messing with his resolve. "Buck me breathless," Slam, "Wreck my pussy," Slam, "Break my womb with your monstrous cock-AH!" Neil finally broke, thrusting upwards to meet Hearth with enough force to not only pop his ring beyond her tight, spasming nether lips but bury a majority of his remaining flesh into her. Enough to feel that familiar, internal pop.

Hearth cut off mid-scream, fully frozen in the air for a moment, transfixed by a new, unknown pleasure. Then, like lightning, her orgasm struck.

For a moment, Neil feared that she would lose herself and collapse on top of him. Hearth's back legs were shaking just as severely as her torso as her orgasm ripped through them both internally. He was near the brink as her body all but begged him to release inside of her the only way it knew how. Instead of letting go, however, he clenched his muscles. Doing his damnedest to hold off while lowering himself back down.

He tried to pull out of her, but whether it was the muscles clenching against the back of his flared head or her entrance holding tight against his medial ring, he couldn't. Instead, he dragged Hearth alongside him until his rump touched the porch.

At that point, Hearth fully succumbed to her inner pleasure.

Her chest fell onto Neil, knocking out some of his breath while also breaking whatever amount of willpower he had left. Blinding, blissful wildfire shot forth from his throbbing cock, as her body sunk another inch or two on top of him.

Instinctively, his hips jerked, and his balls twitched, unloading his essence into the mare he was intimately connected with while also trying to regain his breath. Only for a pair of lips to capture his in a heated, instinctually driven salty kiss.

To his right, off in the distance, he heard yet another rapturous moan before he felt a sudden warmth spread across his left side. He started to feel woozy by the time his lips were finally released by the hungry mare. Which was a good thing, as he quickly gulped down some much-needed fresh air. Even the weight on his chest was going away as he blinked and brought his sight back into focus.

Hearth was once more propping herself above him, at least with her front legs. He still felt her rump pressing against his thighs, so it was safe to assume her back legs were still out of commission. But that wasn't the only thing off about her. A look of mild surprise and awe was plastered over her muzzle as she looked down at his crotch.

Following her gaze, it wasn't just him she was looking at, but where they were intimately intertwined.

Before Neil could figure out the significance, he felt Echo curling closer against his right shoulder, trying to get a better look. "Luna's tight twat, there is not even three inches remaining?" She asked, sounding just as amazed as Hearth looked. "You poor mare, requiring an Alicorn-sized penis just to feel full and properly mated... Perhaps in time, you two will be a common acquaintance? You appeared to enjoy being ridden by a size princess."

By then, Hearth seemed to have regained control of her lower legs. Slowly, she regained her footing and stood up. It was an odd sight, watching his semi-flaccid shaft stretch as she pulled away. Painful, too, as her muscles clung to his sensitive flare. Eventually, it popped out of her gaping tunnel, followed by at least twice as much liquid that splattered all over his crotch, tail, and thighs, compared to Echo's creampie...

"Actually, Private," Hearth spoke up, as the trickle underneath her tail slowed to an insignificant drip, "I think he preferred plowing your smaller, perkier plot more."

"Bah! He enjoyed you doing all of the work." Echo teased back as Hearth laid against Neil's right side.

"There's only one way to settle this, Private," Hearth offered before turning to Neil. "Performance report, Stud. Who was the best buck?"

~~~

Neil couldn't believe it. Roughly an hour ago, he found himself apprehended by royal guards. After which, with some back-and-forth talking and a strange guard policy. He concocted a hair-brained scheme that, by all rights, should not have worked.

Yet here he was, lying on a porch with not one but two sleeping mares snuggled against him. After their impromptu sex session, they spent the next half hour cuddling and chatting while keeping an eye out for the supposed monster. All three of them were tired, obviously, but surprisingly, Hearth was the first to fall asleep, even if she only had one orgasm.

After that, he and Echo settled into a snug silence, allowing Hearth to sleep. Soon after, Echo also succumbed to sleep. That left him feeling tired but cozy with two mares pressed against him.

He waited another five minutes after that. It felt like the longest five minutes of his life, trying to fight against the warm allure of sleep while also allowing Echo to fall into a deeper sleep. But he slowly and carefully extricated himself from both mares after some time.

Somehow, he succeeded.

Now, as he stepped back out into the rain, all he had to do was leave. And yet, some part of him refused. Looking back, he watched as the sudden loss of his warmth had both mares shifting around, unconsciously looking for his body heat until they found each other...

This chance encounter may not be an entire waste. He knew he would remember this night for the rest of his life. Perhaps this was a chance for love to blossom between the two mares? They seemed to like each other enough, as is.

Turning away again, he forced himself to ignore the small part of his mind that yearned for affection.

He didn't even make it two steps closer to the alleyway before a set of hooves slammed angrily against the cobblestones behind him. "What the buck did you do to those guards!?"

And just like that, all his hard work and plan went up in a cloud of smoke as Private Echo's eyes snapped awake, shortly followed by Corporal Hearths.

'Fuck.'

Between those two and the pissed-off Pegasus mare behind him, Neil did the first thing that came to mind.

He ran.

3. Minty Fresh Relief

Author's Note

Surpriiiiiiise! And no, I don't mean that Surprise. Not untill the obligatory Wonderbolts orgy chapter, that is.

But, enough with that sidetrack. Have some smut! This has been nagging at the back of my mind for a while now, and it was starting to affect my regular writing. So the main story was put on hold for a week-ish, while I worked on this scene.

So, to all of you that prefer Eris' smutty universe, enjoy!

Also, if you want to pop into the Discord server: https://discord.gg/JhhwM89VPY

3. Minty Fresh Relief

Warmth.

Such a simple, all-encompassing feeling that Neil relished in his half-awake state. Not to say he woke up shivering in his crate every morning. His fur was more than enough to insulate him despite its unclean state, even when dew sometimes coalesced on his fur due to Canterlot's mountain elevation. Not once did he find himself feeling cold. But after sleeping for weeks without any creature comforts, nothing could compare to the bubble of warmth created by a simple blanket.

His body shifted, and instead of feeling his spine and muscles digging into a solid, unyielding plank of wood, he felt something plush, yet firm, pressing against his sides and back. Instinctively wanting more, his body shimmied back even more into the softness, only to feel it tighten and embrace more of his body. A small, gluttonous part of his subconscious reached out a hand. As if to grab as much comfort as possible, just to pull it back and horde it next to his chest. But for some reason, he couldn't. All he felt was soft cloth brush against him, not fingers, but...

Neil scrunched his entire face, forcing his eyes closed tightly as his nose pressed in on itself. His mind did its damnedest not to think and go back to sleep. He was warm and comfortable, willing to drift away and shift back into his heady, alluring dreams of... His neck curled in on itself, seeking even more warmth as it inadvertently dragged his head along for the ride. Only for his nose to press against something soft and warm, with a little bit of spongy give to it before it firmed up.

Strangely, at the same time his muzzle pressed into the unknown object, it twitched, dampening his nose as he felt a slight but rousing tingle transmit along his spine. More than anything else, that drew him further away from the dark caress of sleep and into the realm of wakefulness.

Slowly, he opened one of the two of his blurry eyes. He took in the dim light filtering through the soft, thin white sheet covering his entire body. He had a big, fluffy, silky white pillow half clutched against his chest. But, it was his large, horse-like erection resting on top of the pillow that his eye focused on.

Now, that he was awake, he recognized the salty smell of sexual fluids with every breath he took. How could he not, with his nose nestled against the not-so-tiny hole, where pre-cum must have recently flowed from... Or it was fresh, as his cock gave an involuntary twitch, splattering his nose with even more fluid.

He pulled away, exhaling from his nose to attempt, but not quite succeed in blowing the slime off it. But even then, it did little to reduce his mild disgust. The distinct aftertaste of salt with every breath already permeated his nose and the back of his throat. The best he could do was angle his nose upwards and rub it against the sheet until most of the fluid was gone.

He felt some of it still sticking to his fur, which could be dealt with later. For now, he had to... get out of bed. That simple, stand-alone thought whirled around his head like a red flag for just a moment. Why, though, evaded him until he remembered that he never had the opportunity to sleep in a bed as a horse before. The last time he had the chance to enjoy such luxury had been in his bed when he was a human, which felt so long ago...

As he thought more about the white sheets surrounding him, it was obvious this wasn't his bed. But, they did stir up a vague, clinical idea about where he might have found himself. Still, how he might have ended up in such a place eluded him as he tried to focus on that and not the flared tip of his cock throbbing and begging for any kind of attention.

Regrettably, all that came to mind was the feeling of release and the rush of multiple back-to-back orgasms. Triggering what felt like a memory, though he couldn't deny it might have been a wild and very erotic dream. Still, his focus was rewarded when the faint sound of rain came next, splashing against his crate and the cobblestone alleyway in the middle of the night.

From there, like multiple lightning strikes, one memory after another flashed to the forefront of his mind. Slipping and falling into the dumpster. Being discovered by a pair of guardsmares. His stupid but pleasurable plan is to tire them both out with sex. The sheer stupidity that by the end of their amorous session, it somehow worked. And, finally, the third, angry guard that chased him into...

He winced as his mind ended on the memory of pain and a migraine to end all migraines. But now? He didn't feel a thing. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't even feel the sheet covering him as it rubbed against his horn. He knew that his horn wasn't supposed to feel numb, no matter how useless it was. But that was a problem for another day.

Right now, he had to determine if he was captured or not. The simple fact that he was lying comfortably in a bed and couldn't remember falling asleep there pointed to the obvious answer. But he also couldn't deny the fact that he wasn't chained to the bed or restrained in any way.

Regardless, an additional worry quickly came to the forefront of his mind. Someone had to place him in the bed he was now lying in, and whoever that may have been, they knew exactly what he was.

After a few experimental pokes and prods directed at the sheet above him, Neil soon found the untucked edge. Instead of immediately poking his head out, he took a few deep, calming breaths. During this, he also rubbed his eyes, removing any remaining blurriness from them before finally poking his head out.

The room he found himself in was similar to what he was expecting but far friendlier in its implementation. He had imagined a solid, sterile, white observation room with a large one-way mirror and a locked door. Instead, the room he found himself in was, indeed, white, and the faint lemon scent of disinfectant hinted at its sterility. But those were the only aspects he guessed correctly at first glance.

From the half of the room, he could see while lying on his side, light was streaming through two large windows. One was near his bed, set into the wall beside his nightstand. Unfortunately, he didn't have the proper angle to look through that one. The second was on the far wall, revealing clear blue skies and a single, extravagantly decorated white tower with gold trim that glinted magnificently in the sunlight.

The ceiling was carved from solid white marble; whether as blocks that fit together seamlessly or a single, giant slab, he couldn't tell at all. The walls had the same treatment, but were polished, at least on the upper half. The lower half of the walls, from the base of the windows to the floor, were covered in carved wooden paneling that was painted a cheerful-looking yellow. The floor was, also, polished marble but made with large, impervious-looking tiles with light purple swirls running throughout the entirety of the stone.

As Neil rolled over to look at the other side of the room, he spotted a plain-looking, light brown wooden door set into the opposite wall from his bed. It was a simple swing door by design, with no decorations or discernible locks set into it or the frame. The lack of visible locks eased his mind at his idea of being a prisoner. On the other hand, as he finished rolling onto his right side, he froze.

There was another pony in the room with him. Even worse, judging by her smaller size and rounded muzzle, the pony now watching him intently with curious pink eyes was a mare. She has a pale green-white coat with matching wings, confirming her status as a Pegasus. And, perched in her light purple hair was a simple white nursing cap with a red cross, proclaiming her nursing profession.

She was sitting in the corner of the room on a cheap, uncomfortable-looking black foldable chair. In front of her was an adjustable hospital table, half of which was taken up by a messy pile of paperwork and a pot of ink with a pale green feather sticking out of it. A single pitcher of water and two empty glasses took up the rest of the table. However, he ignored all that as she watched him with a bright smile.

"Good afternoon," She greeted with a calming, whispery voice. "My name is Fresh Mint, and I'm the on-duty nurse assigned to care for you. How are you feeling today?"

'Confused, worried, and mildly embarrassed?' Those were Neil's current feelings, given that he was in an unknown place and his muzzle still felt matted with bodily fluids. When he attempted to voice his thoughts, he found out that his throat was far too dry to speak as he garbled, then coughed up his words instead.

He was ready to add a dry, sore throat to the list when he finally gained control over his coughing fit. However, Fresh Mint was already holding a glass of water with one wing, while the other gently placed the water pitcher back on the table. After that, she trotted up to the edge of his bed and offered the glass to him, mere inches from his parched lips.

He gladly took her offer as his neck stretched forward, allowing him to latch onto and gulp down the entire glass. Carefully, of course, as she moderated how fast he could drink by angling the glass with her wing. The water was cold, crisp, and clean, making it the perfect cure for his sore throat. He couldn't deny that it also tasted better than the chlorinated park fountain he had been drinking out of.

Once he had downed the entire glass, she withdrew it along with her wing and asked, "Would you like another glass of water?"

Neil shook his head in the negative. "I'm fine," He rasped out. After taking a second to clear his throat out properly, he continued, "Thank you, though," He offered, noting his normally mellow voice still sounded a little rough.

"You're welcome," She acknowledged politely as she turned around, and slowly walked back to the table, revealing her well-maintained tail to him. The first thing to catch his eye was the fact that it was held off-center. She was covering more of her left cheek, while outright exposing the right to his gaze. The second was the minute jiggle of her rump whenever her back hooves made contact with the stone tiles, allowing him a momentary peek at the inner crevice between her cheeks.

If Neil was reading the room correctly, she was flaunting her rump on purpose for him. Something his erection very much appreciated, as it gave a firm throb against the sheet it was pressed against, reminding him of its existence. On the other hand, she was a nurse. Would a professional want anything to do with him?

As quickly as he thought that, he pictured Private Echo firmly grasping his cock with her wing and all but coaxing her higher-ranked partner into having sex with him. Which was not helping his erection situation at all. Thankfully, Fresh Mint had reached the table by then. Instead of placing the glass down, she picked up the pitcher and brought them with her as she returned to his bed.

Once she reclaimed her spot next to him, she placed both on the nightstand and asked, "Would you like anything else? Perhaps something to eat?"

The thought of food wasn't repulsive, but it brought a sudden feeling of queasiness in his stomach. It vaguely reminded him of the after-effects of a hangover, once the headache and worst parts of it passed at least. Either way, he wasn't feeling the slightest bit hungry. "No thanks. Maybe in an hour or two when I'm feeling better?"

"That sounds about right, after injuring your horn, cottonmouth and mild nausea are common side effects of the painkiller that was administered. In that case, is there anything else I can help you with?" She asked, still professional but with a hint of thirst to her words as her eyes glanced to her right.

“Anything at all?" She insisted.

Following her gaze, Neil quickly spotted what exactly had caught her attention. There was a noticeable bump where his stiff cock strained against the taut white sheet of his bed. It was at least six inches long, with an apparent damp spot where the tip rested. Knowing he was caught with his morning wood, the bump momentarily grew as his cock gave another strained throb. "Nothing, uh, critical that I can think of?" He told her as the warmth in his cheeks increased.

She must have spotted his blush since she gave him a reassuring smile. "There's no need to be shy about natural reactions. I only ask because it wouldn't be right if I left you with any needs that remained unfulfilled, including this one," She informed him, only for her wing to slowly unfold to its full length and curve around until the longest feather made contact with the base end of his visible erection. After which, she lightly dragged the tip of her feather across the entire bump, only to stop short at the edge of the damp spot.

Neil couldn't deny that the contact felt nice, even with the sheet acting as a barrier. However, he also couldn't deny the questions brought about by such a brazen act. Were all mares this sexually open? So far, every single pony he'd spoken with wanted to fuck him. Except for the angry Pegasus that chased him. But even that came with a caveat.

Whenever he looked back to see if he had lost her, there she was, keeping her eyes firmly locked onto his ass as she ran. Was it an aspect of being a mutant male horse? Or, given how... magical, this world seemed to be, a curse?

As he thought deeply on the topic, she must have taken his silence as not a no, but not a yes, as her wing moved to the edge of the sheet near his shoulder and curled around it. At the same time, she asked, "Do you mind if I pull back the sheet, Mr. Stud?"

Between her actions and hearing that name, the name snapped him out of his thoughts as he reflexively asked, "Mr. Stud?"

"None of the guards knew your name," She informed him, with her wing still in place. "So Private Echo put down 'Hot Alicorn Stud' as a temporary name for our paperwork. I can't say I disagree with her choice."

"That isn't even close to my name," He admitted as he thought over her words. So, he was hot by pony standards? That was the only reason? "Before you pull back the sheet, is that the only reason why? Because I'm apparently good-looking?"

"No, though, that is one of the perks. I'm supposed to help my patients, no matter what ails them," She told him with a smile as her wing ever so slowly pulled back the barrier between her and his throbbing shaft until the partially slick tip and a good three inches were revealed.

"And leaving an erection such as this on its own?" She asked rhetorically, as her muzzle zeroed in on the tip as if it was magnetically attracted, "That would leave you feeling uncomfortable at the very least."

Her lips were the first to make contact, giving his tip a chaste but encouraging kiss. Triggering a small shock of pleasure, his cock partially jerked against the sheets still restraining him. After that, she pulled a hair's breadth away, just enough to continue, "I can't deny the thrill of being the first medical professional to test an Alicorn's endurance, either. But, most of all, I want to help you feel better."

At the very least, Neil felt she sounded honest about her desires and her need to take care of his throbbing horse cock. And, between the foggy dream he had that initially forged his morning wood, accidentally rubbing his flesh repeatedly, and last but not least, her encouraging kiss, he couldn't deny how sexually dissatisfied he felt, or the desire to release building up inside of him.

With his mind made up, he shimmied backwards, exposing more of his body to her. At the same time, Mint took advantage of his movement as the tip of her tongue made contact with the sensitive flesh just short of his crest. First, with a few teasing flicks to rile him up before making firm contact and swerving along the underside of his shaft as he moved. Whether she did it to taste or to tease, he didn't know. Still, it was unfortunately short-lived before the back of his neck pressed against the headboard, halting his movement.

"How do you want to do this?" He asked, noting that he was just shy of exposing both his sheath and balls for her as she pulled away from his cock.

"Just lay back," She told him as she took a half step back and slowly unfurled her wings in a way that reminded him of a sweet, sensual, burlesque dancer. "Relax," Despite her professional tone, he could tell something was happening. Her tail was agitated, twitching back and forth in an attempt to pop up like a coiled spring. She didn't even try to hide the aroused lick of her lips from her otherwise calm smile. Then, she gave the smallest of controlled flaps with both of her wings.

By all rights, the power behind such a passive flap should have done absolutely nothing. Instead, Mint somehow generated just enough momentum to hop onto his bed. A bed he just now noticed was huge, even for him, as her front hooves dug into the mattress on either side of his belly. The sheet covering him became just a little tighter, the edge digging almost uncomfortably into the base of his shaft while also effectively pinning his legs. "And let me be good to you."

Before he could even think of the words to describe her casual display of fucking over physics, let alone respond, her eyes locked with his as her head angled downwards. With skilled ease and the care only a nurse could give, she gently plucked the flat tip of his cock from his belly with her lips.

He couldn't deny his belly tensed from the supple suction she delivered as she pulled his shaft into a more upright position. And, when she felt the angle was right, she smoothly transitioned from pull to push, leisurely sinking inch after hot, pleasurable inch down her throat with glee.

Mint didn't need to pause or take a break to get used to his girth. She just kept slowly pushing forward in a controlled manner as her tongue curled along the underside of his shaft. Almost as if she was coyly gesturing for the rest of his remaining flesh to enter her snug passage.

Her pace only slowed when she reached his medial ring, with only a light fluttering of her lips and increased excitement in her eyes as she readjusted to the slight increase in girth. After which, she managed an extra inch before he felt her throat finally spasm in protest. Still, it was enough for her tongue to greedily trace along his ring and draw an appreciative gasp from him.

Neil couldn't deny it was an impressive sight, watching and feeling as a small, quiet mare like her managed to stuff so much of his cock down her throat. Even Rarity hadn't been able to reach that far or do it as smoothly.

With a second spasm from her protesting throat, Mint reluctantly closed her eyes and focused on herself as she withdrew from him.

Strangely, for the first time since Neil woke up, a nagging feeling at the back of his mind suspected that his surroundings might not be as they first appeared. His room looked like a typical hospital room, but what if it wasn't? It was clear that Mint dressed the part and acted like it. But what if she was wearing a costume? Unless the hospital had hired porn stars and prostitutes, he couldn't imagine the average nurse being so sexually adept.

Could he have, by chance, woken up in a brothel or something like it? Taking advantage of her brief distraction, he glanced around, looking for cameras or anything else that might be out of place. Unfortunately, he found nothing out of place or any odd, reflective surfaces. Did ponies even have video cameras?

Before he could question his situation even more, Mint's tongue twirled around his unflared crest. Triggering a small jolt of pleasure as his shaft throbbed and shot a dollop of pre-cum onto her waiting tongue. The salacious moan that followed drew all of his focus back to her pink eyes as she all but begged for silent permission to continue.

With only a faint nod, she continued. Diving down his length for a second time, even faster than the first, until her lips kissed his ring. She didn't even try to push past this time, opting to moan with pure bliss and sending mind-blowing vibrations through his shaft as she withdrew almost immediately. When she was left with nothing but the tip still held by her lips, she repeated the process a third, then a fourth time.

Again and again, up and down, as her tongue all but worshipped the flesh it touched, and her throat muscles expertly massaged him at the apex of her downward thrusts. At the same time, he barely noticed her wings weren't idle.

Even as she focused on the blowjob she was giving him, her wings still reached down and pulled back the bedsheet, exposing the rest of his groin to the open air. It was a mild relief to no longer have the sheet rubbing against the base of his erection. Still, the real reason she did that wasn't apparent until he felt two full sets of ticklish feathers cupping his balls.

The sudden contact sent another unexpected jolt of pleasure through his system as he gasped and rammed his shaft upwards and into her incoming throat. For a second time, his medial ring slipped past her lips. Still, she handled the situation like a pro, halting her movement and relaxing her throat as he reached the apex of his thrust.

Then, just as quickly as his body reacted, it relaxed and fell back onto the bed. Allowing her to pull back as if nothing had happened except for his ballsack receiving an additional massage.

All Neil could do was lay back and bask in the haze of pleasure given to him by the cute mare above him. This was, without a doubt, the best blowjob he'd ever experienced in his life. But even so, he couldn't help but feel it was lacking to some degree. Almost as if something wasn't right or fair about the entire situation. It wasn't until he remembered her twitching tail and the huskiness of her words that he was reminded she was just as horny as he was when this all began...

He meant to caress her cheek with his hoof and ask her to slow down at the very least. However, the moment he raised his hoof, Mint was quick to react. She immediately stopped, then reversed her descent before he even had the chance to brush her fur.

She even went so far as to pull off of his shaft entirely with a look of worry, leaving only a thick string of saliva connected between her lips and one of the little puffy nubs circling the crest, as she asked. "Is something wrong? Should I leave your scrotum alone? I know some stallions don't like being touched down there, but I thought..."

Neil quickly shook his head in the negative, dismissing her worries outright. "No, you were doing fine. Great even! Just, uh," He paused, wondering how best to phrase his question. "Since we're both on the bed, could you turn around so I can return the favor?"

"Return the... you mean?" She asked, more to herself as the meaning behind his words sank in. He watched as the picture of a perfect, professional porn star in a nurse outfit slowly changed into the shy mare he first pictured her to be as her cheeks radiated a bright red from his offer. Even the pampered strands of her tail twitched from side to side as he watched it from his position. "Oh! Um, t-that's a very generous offer for a stallion- I mean, are you sure you want to? I mean, you don't have to, just for me."

"And if I want to?" He added, only for her tail to almost disappear, as if it was suddenly yanked up aggressively. Looking up, he couldn't deny the unbridled lust pooling in her eyes. "Doesn't seem fair that you're the only one giving."

That was all the coaxing Mint needed as she daintily moved her hooves, carefully placing them around his body to avoid stepping on him, as she slowly spun around. "Well, if you want to..."

He watched in anticipation as her perky Pegasus ass came into full view, her tail fully flagged and hiding absolutely nothing from him. While Mint's overall build was similar to Private Echo's, giving her butt and everything in between a streamlined look, the nurse was a little softer looking overall.

However, most of his attention was drawn to the multiple strings of feminine arousal that clung to both her tail and her plump, minty green pussy lips, which were a little more red with need compared to the surrounding fur. The sight alone made his cock throb with desire.

The moment both her back legs settled on either side of his chest, even if she wasn't quite in the position yet, Neil leaned forward and reached out with both of his front legs. She was still a little too far for him to give her pussy a well-deserved lick, but he was able to weave his front legs in between her back legs and hook his elbows.

That was all the warning he gave her before he leaned back down, pulling her along. Whether her fur was well cared for and extra fluffy, or her time as a nurse gave her rump a little more cushion, he was about to find out as she fell with a startled 'Eeep!'

For a fraction of a second, he felt one of the damp strings of feminine arousal settle against the bare skin of his nose, giving him a splash of minty musk before her full weight came down on him.

For a full-grown mare, she was lighter than he was expecting. He hardly felt the impact, let alone her added weight on his chest, allowing him to breathe more of her interesting scent without restraint as his now buried muzzle shifted between her plush cheeks, looking for his prize.

"What are you-" Was all she managed to say, only to be followed by an audible gasp as his nose firmly pressed against and partially parted her sweltering lips. She was hot and needy, and he was more than willing to give as his lips separated, allowing his tongue to pass beyond her outer labia and caress her inner flesh.

Not only did she smell of mint, but there was a faint taste of it mixed within her natural desire. A pleasant surprise for sure, which only drove Neil to press deeper into her slit and lap up everything she had to give. Until he felt her muscles blossom against his chin, reminding him of her more equine nature as her clit exposed itself and tickled against his fur.

Whether she recovered naturally from his surprise assault, or the friction against her sensitive little nub jolted her out of it, after that first wink, a set of feathers wrapped around the base of his shaft and angled it until he once more felt her lips wrap around his crest.

'The race is on,' Was his only thought not centered around making her orgasm. And, with the way she picked up where she left off, easily sinking his cock down her throat with an encouraging hum, it wouldn't be an easy one. Then again, he also had an easy button. No matter the species, a woman's clit was still super sensitive, right? Normally he'd give Abby's clit attention with his fingers while eating her out, but with hooves, he didn't even contemplate risking that.

So, he switched between two separate styles. First, he would push his nose and muzzle between Mint's outer labia and extend his tongue as far as it could go to lap and tease her flesh. Then, when he thought she was about to wink and extend her clit, he would pull out and reposition, attempting to catch the fleshy little nub with his lips and suckle on it hard while also licking it with his tongue.

His timing wasn't perfect, only succeeding once out of every three attempts. However, whenever he caught the little ball of flesh, a tremor would course through Mint's body, or her expert hum would turn into a muted moan. Though, to be fair, she wasn't the only one voicing their pleasure out loud. In retaliation, almost every time she withdrew, she'd tease his tip.

Whether by rhythmically suckling on it, tracing her tongue along each nub making up his crest, as well as the underside, or even tickling his shaft by slapping it lightly against her furry cheek. All of that, and more, earned a moan whenever he pulled away to draw a quick breath while also adding to the pressure building up within his sack.

It took all of his concentration to only focus on two things. Pleasuring Mint as hard and fast as possible while also holding back his orgasm. The amount of minty fresh fluid that was spilling into his mouth, though, was a promising treat. He gave her inner tunnel one final lick, then pulled away, making sure to brush his damp fur against her outer labia as he stole an inhale of musky air through his sopping wet nose, before darting towards her winking hood.

If she hadn't been winking like crazy, he would have had no chance. However, as he clamped down on her precious little nub again, Neil couldn't help but think this was giving him an unfair advantage.

'Hopefully, she's close since I'm near my breaking point,' He thought, circling his tongue around the nub trapped by his lips, 'It's coming down to the-' The sudden deluge of dense, cloudy mare cum from her tunnel, brought to him by the first of many muscle spasms that rocked her entire body, caught him entirely by surprise.

Without a cock buried deep within to stem the flow, her fluids gushed out fast and free. It was too fast for him to catch all of it with his mouth currently occupied. He tried, though, as he released her nub with an open mouth, catching a third of it as the rest splashed over his muzzle, face, and hair, absolutely drenching him in hot, minty goodness.

At the same time, what little control he had over his orgasm was washed away. His body reacted more than anything else, thrusting up and shoving his cock down Mint's throat all the way to the medial ring. Only for his shaft to throb and blind Neil with pleasure as the first of many payloads splashed against Mint's throat, only for the next to force it down into her waiting belly.

As far as Neil could tell, both of them lay there, half numb and half frozen within their separate spheres of rapture, with only their heartbeats and the spasming of their genitals to focus on. Soon, though, he felt Mint stir on him as she slowly pulled herself off of his cock. Earning another, almost painful throb from his cock as his tip popped free from the back of her throat, without any cum to accompany it.

She took a deep breath as Neil slowly rejoined her in the hospital room. Besides the feeling of tired satisfaction, the first thing he noticed was his blurry vision. It wasn't irritating by any means, but he knew it wasn't tears that made the room out of focus. His whole face, neck, and the pillow he was lying on were all damp. As Neil laid back, the scent and taste of salty mint were also overwhelming but not unwelcome. "I hope that felt as good for you as it did for me?"

"It did, thank you." She told him, trying to sound like a professional nurse again despite their current positions. "You might not be the most skilled, but you made up for it with vigour. Be a little more gentle with a mare's clit; It's very sensitive. If you take that to heart, and with a little more practice, you could pass for a competent mare, I think. But..."

"But?" He parroted, wondering what kind of bombshell she was about to drop on him.

"It would seem one of my worries came true," She told him before she gave his still-stiff cock a subtle kiss on its flat tip. "My scent is keeping your erection fairly stiff."

Neil doubted that, given the visual of her delightfully drenched pussy tempting him only an inch away from his nose. It was too tempting, as he leaned forward and gave it a thorough lick from bottom to top before he offered, "That just means a second helping of breakfast for both of us, if you're up for it?"

"Lunch, actually, since it was close to two in the afternoon when you woke up," She corrected him as her plush butt slid back along his chest until his nose found itself buried between her outer labia. At the same time, he felt her feathers wrap around his shaft and give him a firm pump. "And, I accept your offer Mr. Stud."