Author's Note

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

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.

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! ). With all of it's almost finished scenes, and only a light amount of editing required (I was totally wrong on this point ).

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

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

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.