Chapters Introduction 1: The Meeting
Celestia took a deep breath as she looked out over the balcony railing. The invading army had stopped at the gates to Canterlot, and were now camped just out of crossbow range of her wall. Dozens of high-profile cities had fallen, not to mention hundreds upon thousands of soldiers. There was no competing with this force.
She turned back to her vanity and grabbed a brush, running it through her mane and tail. She had managed to call for a short ceasefire, allowing her to meet with the Zebra general that had led most of the battles that she had lost. This was her chance to negotiate for peace. She had to look her best for this meeting.
A heavy pounding on her door drew her out of her thoughts, and she rushed to answer it. It was a group of four guards, already clad in full suits of black armour. "Good morning," Celestia sighed. "Did Luna put you up to this?"
The four saluted, and one stepped forward. "She ordered us to escort you to your meeting to ensure your safety, ma'am. We are not to let any harm befall you. We shall protect you with our very lives, your grace."
"Thank you, but I don't need an escort. You are dismissed, captain. It's been a long night. I insist you find a place to rest for the day."
The captain furrowed his brow. "With all due respect, princess, we don't take orders from you. Our orders come directly from your sister, and she has commanded that we ensure your safety or not bother coming back. Even were that not the case, I would have to insist."
Celestia sighed. "Fine. You can tag along. But you will leave all weapons here."
"We will leave all main weapons here," agreed the captain. "However, we will keep our sidearms. Princess Luna would never forgive us if we were to allow you to come to harm."
"Fine," grunted Celestia. "If it will make you feel better, meet me at the gate in forty..." she looked at a clock on the wall, "make that thirty-eight minutes."
They saluted one last time, then took off to change their equipment. Celestia closed her door and returned to the mirror. She still had a bit of prep work to do.
Five minutes to nine, Celestia commanded the drawbridge be lowered. She could fly, and her two bat-pony escorts could fly, but the three unicorns she had brought with her could not. Only one of them wore white-coloured armour and carried a full-sized weapon, that being a simple sword. She had selected him as her personal guard two days prior, but wanted only the minimum protection required. She felt that too many guards would spook her opponent into thinking this was a sneak attack.
Her walk through the encampment was uninterrupted by the opposing force. Those that went about their morning routine stopped what they were doing to stare and whisper to each other, but none of them called out to her, ran up to harass her, or impeded her march in any way. Their discipline was to be commended; Celestia had seen far worse while visiting her own soldiers.
As she approached the largest tent, a zebra with a very well-decorated mask looked up at her. His mask was flipped up to show his face. "Princess Celestia, you're two minutes early. Did you rush over to catch me while my brain was all whirly?"
"Please don't tease, General Zachar," sighed Celestia. "You've been up since before the dawn. You've had more than enough time to orient yourself. I arrived early because I value your time, and I'd rather not waste it." She raised her hoof in the direction of the tent flap. "Shall we begin, or do you need more time to... polish your sword?"
Some of the officers around the zebra blushed and sniggered at the jab, but the general was unperturbed. "Now, now, there is no need to be glib. Come, let me show you to my crib."
Zachar grabbed three guards of his own and led Celestia into a tent that was smaller than the main tent, but had a table, some chairs, a map of Canterlot, and a cot at the far end. Celestia took her seat on the side of the mp that had Canterlot, and the general took his seat on the side of the map that showed the encampment.
"Now, what's it going to take to ma--"
He held up his hoof, silencing Celestia. "Before we negotiate your terms of surrender, which of these teas matches your splendor?" He opened a box that had several smaller containers of tea leaves.
"Is this really the time?"
"Being a good host is important to me. You've come to talk, so let's talk over tea. We could simply keep fighting in a manner most brutal, but if that is your aim, then this ceasefire is futile."
Celestia sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to offend. I just want what's best for my little ponies, and the sooner we finish these negotiations, the sooner they can go back to their lives. I don't mean to insult you, but delaying these negotiations is, at best, an insult to them, and a death sentence at worst." She pointed to the chamomile tea.
"I can accept that," he nodded, pouring the leaves and some hot water from a kettle into a pair of cups. "To have in your charge a collection of ponies so numerously large that you need to protect, no matter the cost, so as not to insult the ones already lost. Certainly, it is a quite daunting task, but it is your clear-headedness that now they must ask."
Celestia nodded. "You're right, of course. Perhaps I had let my mind stray too far. This meeting is for their sakes. Please, whenever you're ready."
The general nodded, pulled out an unopened tin of cookies from his homeland, unsealed it, and ate one in front of her to prove that they were safe. "Now, you ask what it takes to call off my troops. Well, the deciders and doers are two separate groups. To keep your lives from becoming any drearier, I need an order from a direct superior."
"What does that mean?" asked Celestia.
"I'm not the one who is calling the shots," he shrugged. "We're just mercenaries for those rich gryphon twats. Our services go to whomever signs the checks. They pay the fee, and we stick out our necks."
Celestia nodded. She was silent for a moment, then smiled. "How would you like a new employer?"
Introduction 2: At Any Cost
Celestia hung her head as she walked back into the castle proper. She'd somehow managed to hold her head high as she walked through the streets, and had even forced a smile as she loudly told her guard captain so that all surrounding ponies could hear that she had convinced the zebra general to give them another day of ceasefire.
In truth, that was only because Zachar was interested in hearing her rebuttal after she said she was going to make him a better offer than the gryphons had. He was very interested in hearing what she came up with.
And so was she. She knew what they were paying him, and the price to step over them was more than Equestria's coffers held. She couldn't afford it.
"Well?" asked Luna, marching up to her. It was late in the afternoon, so it was a bit early for her to be up.
"Well, what?"
"Thou knowest what we mean, sister," scolded Luna. "Tell us, how went the meeting?"
"You know I hate it when you talk like that," seethed Celestia.
Luna nodded. "It has gone poorly, I see. Come, we shall rally the troops and prepare for their attack during the night."
"No!" commanded Celestia. "It went poorly, but it didn't go that poorly. We still have a ceasefire; it was extended to cover today and tomorrow."
"And you bought that?"
Celestia scowled. "I told him I would come back tomorrow with the offer necessary to extend this peace indefinitely. He is waiting for my proposal."
Luna cocked her head to the side. "That doesn't sound like it went poorly."
"Look, there's only two ways to bring peace. We either give the gryphons what they want and condense the entire population of Equestria into half of Manehattan, or we buy out the zebra mercenaries they hired."
"Sounds like an easy choice to make," shrugged Luna. "It's just gold, after all. We can make it back. We have thriving trade routes and lots of mutually beneficial deals. It may take some time, bu--"
"It's going to be ten years."
Luna's eyes went wide open, and her jaw dropped. "We cannot be in such debt for so long! It would destroy us! Equestria would be the poorest country in the world!"
"You think I don't know that?! Keep your voice down!"
The foyer fell silent. Not even a maid was to be heard.
"We need to supplement it, somehow," concluded Luna.
"Yes, but how?"
Luna rubbed her chin. "We could give more favourable deals to the zebras through our trade routes."
"That costs money, Luna. We need things that won't lose us money."
"We could offer them an enclave within Equestrian borders."
"Free rein to move about Equestria as if they were citizens is already on the table. They had it before the war, they're going to have it after. You know the only zebras that weren't allowed to come to Equestria were the ones who would be committing crimes by fleeing their own country of origin. It's not that hard to cross the border as long as you're not a criminal."
"Well, what did they want, then?"
"He specifically said it was about the money," reiterated Celestia. "He wants us to exceed the contributions of the gryphons, or he's going to ream us."
Luna blinked. "What did you just say?"
"I said, if we don't pay more than the gryphons, we're going to be obliterated."
Luna shook her head. "No, no, you said "ream." Quick, follow me."
Luna took off for the castle basement with Celestia following close behind her. They bounded right past the dungeons and into long-term storage, where Luna ripped the dust cover off of a printing press.
Celestia cleared her throat and scrunched up her face, inhaling sharply through her nose. "Luna?"
"Yes, dear sister?"
"When I said "ream," I was not referring to a ream of paper!" she shouted through her teeth.
Luna stopped moving the pieces around and slowly turned to Celestia. "I am not a great oaf, Celestia. I did not bring you down here to suggest that we start giving them regular paper." She turned back to the press and quickly arranged the stamps to spell out her message, then stamped a single sheet of paper, waved it in the air to dry the ink, then offered it to Celestia. "Would a great oaf be able to come up with a plan such as this?"
The paper was divided into four sections, all of which were the same. If it were cut into four pieces, it would show four coupons.
The bearer of this coupon is hereby entitled to one (1) free service of their choice* from the Equestrian citizen of their choice**.
Coupon to be presented at time of service. Coupon cannot be combined with other offers. Applicable processing charges still apply. Returns and exchanges of services purchased with the coupon will be refunded at the discounted price. Any attempt to manipulate, reproduce, tamper with or fraudulently transfer the coupon will void its use for all parties involved, and may invite legal action. Any disputes shall be heard in the Royal Court of Canterlot.
Luna held her head up. "Well? What do you think? Am I a genius, or am I a genius?"
Celestia looked up. "What if they want a different service? What if the final coupon has a window cleaning, and one of the recipients has no windows on his tent?"
"That is the final coupon. It allows the citizens to regain their peace and security through work. I even made sure nopony would be hurt by it. A simple spell to make it a binding contract, and now you have a bunch of pieces of paper valued at five hundred bits."
"Coupons expire," added Celestia.
"Read me the expiration date," nodded Luna.
Celestia looked down at the page. There was no expiration date.
"Are you sure the citizens are going to accept this?"
"For peace? Absolutely. I'm sure they'd rather paint some zebra's barn than be chased around only to be impaled on a spear. Look at the number of casualties we have accumulated, and let them be thankful that they're not among them."
Introduction 3: The Contract
When Celestia returned to the encampment the next morning, she had an extra pony following her, an assistant pegasus with a large binder. Whereas yesterday, she had been rather dour, today, she wore a confident smile. Last time, she didn't know what she was going into; she only knew that she had to find a way to stop the bloodshed and violence. Today, she had an answer.
"General Zachar," she called out, entering the big tent. "I have an offer for you."
The general looked up from polishing his spearhead, placing it down on the table in front of him. "Princess Celestia, punctual as ever. Arriving early is a noble endeavor."
"Indeed so. Shall we begin?"
He smirked and bowed his head. The water's not ready for tea at our table. I'll go start it now, and we'll begin when able."
Celestia waited and watched as he reattached the head of his spear to his shaft, strapped it to his back, picked up his war mask to wear askew as a hat, and fetched some water from one of the barrels in the storeroom, pouring it into a kettle which was then placed over one of the many campfires. He waited patiently for it to boil, then poured the boiling water into a teapot, which he carried into the same tent they had spoken in last time.
"Before we begin, I thought about what you said last time, and would like to offer some tea of my own." Celestia nodded to her assistant, who pulled out a box with several compartments of tea leaves, as well as a box of petit-fours and macarons. "I hope I'm not committing some kind of faux-pas."
"Nonsense," smiled the general, selecting a black bergamot tea from the box. "While it's the job of the host, a guest stepping up makes them worthy of toast." He raised his cup, which was still just hot water. "To you, an opponent of circumstance. Soon, may our troubles be over, perchance?"
"Hear, hear," smiled Celestia, raising her cup of hot water. Neither of them drank, as the tea leaves were only just starting to steep.
"Now, if I may be so very bold," started the general, popping a macaron into his mouth, "I would like to see your presentation unfold."
Celestia nodded and took the binder, opening it and pushing it forward. "As you can see, we cannot match the price given to you by the gryphons you work for. As you've no doubt seen in your travels across our glorious land, a lot of funding goes back into the communities, helping the average pony to have a good life."
"Indeed, we spotted many a park," nodded the general, squeezing an eighth of a lime into his tea. "The ponies therein had a youthful spark. We did, however, close a good number down. It's safer for the prisoners if they just stay in town."
"Yes, and I would like to add their safe return to my numerous demands," nodded Celestia. "My point was, that's where our money went. It can't go to you because it's gone. However, we have come up with a few ways to supplement your income." She pulled out the coupons Luna had printed. They were now enchanted to be binding. She gave one directly to him, marking him as the owner. "Each of these vouchers is good for five hundred bits. We are willing to offer these up as a voucher in lieu of payment. Our citizens are loyal, hard-working, and very often skilled at what they do. These allow you to select the more skilled individual to provide a service for you, such as cleaning your house, painting your fence, fixing your carriage, stuff like that. You and your soldiers can take full advantage of our workforce up to five hundred bits. We can print plenty of these to be able to match your pay."
The general looked over the coupon, thinking hard. After a few moments, he looked up. "What if your ponies don't do as we ask? I can't imagine they're jumping to perform our tasks. What's to stop them from refusing our demands, after we've showed up and taken their lands?"
"Well, first, you're going to give their territories back," scoffed Celestia. "That's part of the deal; that everything you took is being returned. With the obvious exclusion of the lives that have been shattered, of course. Also, the coupons are enchanted to guarantee you reasonable service for a reasonable price, and will prevent my little ponies from even being capable of cheating you out of what I've offered. All prices will match what they were three months ago, and every year, they will be adjusted to match inflation. They can't even add an extra fee because you happen to be a zebra. Furthermore, you can shop around and find a cheaper offer, if you so choose."
"And what's this about Appleoosa's invalidation? Should this not apply to your entire nation?"
"Appleoosa has a reservation of buffalo that are not under my governance. The lands still belong to Equestria, but forcing the buffalo to do our bidding by doing your bidding would cause our already shaky relations to break down even further. It's best to just not involve them."
"I see you've given this a fair bit of thought. However, I'm unsure if the price you're wanting should be the price bought. Coupons and gift cards have restrictions in use, and as a result, cannot as much as cash induce. With money, we could pay for goods, as well. But with only services, we're locked in a shell. In addition, not all of my men will use the same amount. It's less than five hundred; only that can we count."
Celestia nodded. "I see your point. We can let these stand in at a value no lower than four hundred."
The general shook his head. "Call it two-fifty, and we'll sweeten our offer: you need not withdraw anything from your coffer. We will take these without any further draw, as your generosity has left us in awe. Keep your money; use it to improve your lives, and make sure that your economy thrives. These coupons are worthless if your work has no worth; we'd be far better suited wiping Equestria from the earth. If you wish to have your value invested in your lands, it is best placed into your civilians' brands. Give it to them to compensate for their gift. That way, their love for you shall not shift."
Celestia considered the offer. If this was his asking price, it wasn't very much. Sure, she'd lose more on the coupons, but she could always make more of those. Except, she couldn't, as the new deal meant she had to pay back her citizens. Still, that would be a lot easier to do than drumming up more money out of nowhere.
"Done." She offered her hoof, and he shook it.
"We are now under your employ. We hope this transaction brings you much joy."
Brother and Sister 2: Fitting In
As Chuckle spread his sister open with his hooves, he leaned in close and inhaled deeply. "You smell just like momma..."
This was an outright lie. Chuckle had never slept with his mother, and had never called her "momma" before. He always called her "mum" to her face, and "mother" when referring to her while speaking to somepony else. He never referred to her as "momma."
However, Weeping didn't know this. Their relationship was not the most well-connected, and they sometimes didn't speak for months on end. Sure, they would catch up around the holidays, but they certainly didn't spend a lot of time talking to each other.
Still, as her clitoral hood winked at him, she was reminded that her words were not her own. Perhaps his words were being forced out by the spell, too. "Well, you tasted better than daddy did... Put it in, already!"
The zebra on the couch squealed in delight, squeezing himself as he watched. He was perhaps the only one in the room enjoying himself.
As Chuckle lined himself up, he was allowed to close his eyes, and he did so, dissociating from the situation as he slid in smoothly. He let out a small, guttural groan as his balls pressed up against her. "Gods, you feel so wet and tight..."
"And you're so big ," she moaned back. Her internal muscles were milking him, doing what they could to suck him in further. "I've had lots of stallions inside of me, but none of them have ever been as good as you ..."
That was actually a true statement. Not that it felt good to be doing this, but she had been known to be easy to bed, and also, he was a lot bigger than she was used to. Were it not for the fact that they were related, he really would be the best stallion of the bunch.
Then he started to move. He drew out slowly, his pulse rippling along her walls. As his flared tip was mere centimetres from pulling out, he drove back in at full force. She let out a moan, feeling her fullness as he pressed his chest to her back. As she closed her eyes, she could feel his strong front legs holding tightly around her waist, the deftness of his hooves as they massaged her breasts, and the warmth of his body as it pressed her down. Her pussy was quavering for him.
He drove into her again and again, picking up speed as he went. She actually felt really good, especially in comparison to some of the tighter mares he'd bedded. A lot of them were banking on the fact that they were hot and still tight to qualify as a good lay, but she was really working his shaft. She'd grip him like her life depended on it as he slid out, then opened wide to let him back in. He could feel how much she wanted him in there.
"H-ha!!! Ha-arder!" she whined, and he obliged, picking up speed and driving his cock as deep into her as he could. He was like a beast now, giving into his base desire to breed her. He'd never had such a good pussy before, and she was just begging him to stay.
After a few minutes, they separated, and he stumbled forward as she turned around, panting heavily. He practically howled with pleasure as she slurped her own pussy juices off of his cock, turgid and throbbing in her hot breath.
Suddenly, his hoof was on the back of her head, her mane wrapped around his wrist. He began to pump into her mouth and down her throat as she squeezed his arsecheeks. Were his hips not already bucking into her, her grip would have forced that movement, anyway.
Moments later, he came down her throat, and he came hard . As he held himself deep inside of her, her tongue shot out and lapped at his balls, practically licking them clean. He couldn't take anymore, and he fell over, rolling onto his back.
But she wasn't done with him, yet. Lifting up his knee over her shoulder, she gagged on his cock, bobbing her head up and down frenetically, trying to coax out even more of his cum.
Because of her fervor, he barely had any refractory period, and was hard again within a minute. Using his other back leg to hold her head in place, he began to pump his hips, pounding into her as his hoof went straight for her slit.
Whether it was lack of air or bliss, she began to feel her body go numb. The only thing she could feel was the pleasure in her cunt.
Once they were worked back up, he tossed her to the floor and climbed on top of her, pressing his cock against her cunthole. With a hard slam, he rammed against her cervix, and began to thrust hard and deep, his balls slapping wildly and audibly against her arsehole.
She would have screamed out in absolute feral pleasure, had he not dug his tongue into her mouth and filled it with the taste of her pussy, which she'd only just managed to replace in her mouth after his cock was clean. Here it was again for her, to remind her how good her throatfuck had felt.
He, however, was met with the flavour of his own cock, combined with little dribbles of his own cum that were still stuck to her lips. We wasn't fond of the taste of a stallion's cum, but this was his own. It added a certain satisfaction and reminded him that she'd been sucking him off moments ago, and it had felt wonderful.
It was only then that he opened his eyes and remembered what he'd forgotten. He'd been operating by feel and instinct, and had completely forgotten that he was now slapping his balls against his sister's arse. Her pussy felt so warm, so wet, so inviting, and the look on her face was that of pure pleasure with her eyes still closed. She was squeezing him hard. There was no denying that he was going to cum again, and soon. And to make matters even worse, the zebra that was fapping upside down on the couch had not provided them with condoms. He could taste his cum on her breath, and that only cemented the fact that he was inside of her, completely raw.
Brother and Sister 3: Consequences
There were a few things that Chuckle could do to stave off his climax. He usually would close his eyes and imagine he was pleasuring on old, ugly maid. Not an option right now, as he knew exactly who was underneath him in this moment, and that was a worse prospect. He could ease his gait and focus on slower, more powerful thrusts to make sure she came before he did, but again, that wasn't an option with the coupon enchantment forcing his hips. His signature move was to pull out and draw her in closer with his mouth, then rejoin his partner when they were both close so they could finish together. That, too, was off the table.
But there was something he could do. He could look his sister right in the eyes and apologise to her. Fortunately, she was already looking up at his face, and her eyes betrayed her fear. "I love you," he said, and he meant it.
"I love you, too."
Now came the words he needed to say. The two words that were the second step in any meaningful apology. He just had to say "I'm sorry," and it would bum him out enough to stave off his ejaculation. He took a deep breath, and the words dripped from his lips:
"I'm cumming."
With no further warning, his hips bucked faster, then stopped, slamming into her so hard that his urethra penetrated her cervix with ease, pumping into her womb with gusto. Even if he were in control of his own actions, her hooves held him inside of her, not letting him pull away.
"Yes!" she shouted. "Fill me, big brother!"
This was happening. He had just filled his sister with cum, and there was no going back from this point. They were screwed, and they both knew it. As they looked at each other, Chuckle now knew how it felt to be his sister. Fate had dealt her a bad hand, and now it had done the same to him.
He'd done his utmost to keep her happy when they were kids. It was the reason he'd become a comedian. But now, as she looked him in the eyes, he could only think of one thing: He still wanted her to feel better. Once this sex was over, and they could leave, he would spend more time with her, making her laugh and smile as much as he possibly could.
His hips began to move again, splattering his cum everywhere as it leaked out of her snatch. That was all well and good, as bringing more of it out meant that there was less in her. It was like pumping her stomach, but instead, it was her uterus. If he could empty it out, it would reduce the chance of pregnancy significantly. Or, so he hoped...
Eight times. Eight times, he'd cum inside of his sister. She'd swallowed the first load, of course, but the next seven had gone up into her womb. He was exhausted, he was sore, and he was wondering how he wasn't shooting dry blanks by now. They'd been at it for nearly five hours, and still, no stop. Weeping had passed out twice already, and was leaking so much fluid that she had absolutely soaked through the rug and into the carpet. She lay trembling in a puddle, unable to know anything that was happening around her. But at least she was smiling, even if doing so absently.
Chuckle rolled over and looked at the zebra, who was lying upside-down on the couch, covered head to tail in his own cum from the multiple loads he'd blown all over himself as he'd watched the display. "Please," Chuckle panted, "Just let us go. We don't want to do this anymore..."
The zebra looked up, a big smile on his face as he rolled off the couch. "I have no more seed to spill. But you are here of your own free will."
"What?!" shot Chuckle. "No, we're not! You forced us to come here and have sex with each other. You forced that to happen!"
"True, very true," nodded the zebra. "I made it begin. But after those feelings hidden deep within came up to the surface, and you confessed your desire, you both gave in and succumbed to your fire."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"The contract I gave you has limited powers. It can only make you work to a max of two hours. You should really have read the fine print, you know; you could leave here by choice three hours ago."
Chuckle pulled out the coupon, which now had a shiny green stamp on it that said "REDEEMED." He fished around in Weeping's belongings and found that hers, too, had been stamped, despite nopony stamping it. He'd heard that such a thing could happen, and if it did, they could take these to the local purser's office and reimburse them for a payout from the state equal to five hundred bits each.
He looked over at his sister, spewing his cum from her pussy with every twitch as she slept. All he could think about while they were fucking the ever-loving shit out of each other was that he'd never seen her so happy before. Perhaps this was his chance to help her find more reasons to smile. She certainly deserved it, after all she'd been through, and he wanted her to have it. And after crossing the boundary so completely that he'd need to see a doctor tomorrow about his erection lasting longer than four hours, it was impossible for their relationship to go back to how it had been. They could fall apart, be exceptionally uncomfortable around each other, or accept that this was part of their lives now. Only one of those led to any amount of happiness, and that's the route he wanted to take.
"It's late," he said finally, standing up with a large degree of difficulty. He was far more sore than he'd realized, and there was no way he was going to make it home, much less carrying Weeping on his back. Plus, while he did want her to be happy, he didn't want to announce to the world that they'd just spent five hours fucking each other, even if two of them were compulsory. "Do you mind if we crash here, and use your shower before we leave?"
"Take the bed and snuggle tight," yawned the zebra. "I don't think I'll move from this sofa tonight..."
With a nod, Chuckle scooped his sister up in his hooves, draping her over his shoulder and carrying her into the bedroom.
Sleeping Beauty 1: Tranquility
Dreamy Daze stumbled into her home, just barely able to hold herself up. After spending the whole day fielding complaints about her singing and performing the requests on the stage, she was ready to collapse on her bed and call it a night. She had to do it all again tomorrow, and she couldn't take a day off until the weekend.
But the day wasn't over yet. A knock at the door drew her away from her pulling back the comforter to lie down. Frustrated, she stomped back to the door and yanked it open. "What do you want?"
She immediately regretted not using the peephole and pretending she wasn't in. Standing outside the door was a zebra, and he was holding one of those damned coupons. The news had reached her ears about how they were being used to demand sexual favours, and that just ruined her already shitty night.
"Fine, come in, but make it quick. I need to go to bed."
The zebra waved his hooves. "You misunderstand; I want to help you out. I know you are sick; I have no doubt."
"I'm not sick, I'm just tired..."
"You're frequently tired because you don't sleep so well. This insomnia's made your life a great living hell."
She took a deep breath, then nodded. "Fine. Okay? I'm not sick, per se, I just... I'm stressed, I've always had trouble sleeping, and it pisses me off. And then I have to go up on that stage and pretend that everything's fine after hearing dozens of ponies complain about how I missed one note the previous night. It sucks, but it's my life. Thanks for reminding me..."
"Well, I come from a land where the herbs grow aplenty. Of treatments for insomnia, I know more than twenty. I'll give you something to help you sleep through the night, and you'll awaken again at the morning's first light."
Dreamy Daze furrowed her brow. "What's the catch?"
"As if I were your dealer, you'll come back for more. When you have restful sleep, you'll be less tired and sore. You'll feel much better with each passing day, and you'll once more sing your troubles away."
"So, it's addictive..."
"As much as a cure for any ailment you suffer. This will keep your bad health away, like a buffer."
"And let me guess; once I'm out cold, you're going to have your way with me?"
"The coupon says that I can't cause you harm. You'll wake feeling great, with no cause for alarm." He extended a small bottle with a clear green liquid. "Come, seek the cure for this crippling condition. I promise, you won't experience any earthly perdition."
With a deep breath, Dreamy Daze grabbed the bottle, and was compelled by the magic to drink it. The coupon's magic wouldn't force her to drink it if it were poisonous. Celestia had promised that it wouldn't even land her in the hospital. Besides, there were no reports of violence between the zebras and ponies since the ceasefire. It was safe to assume that whatever was in this stuff, it was safe to drink.
As the bottle was emptied, she began to feel a bit light-headed, as she never had before. She was very faint, and after a few seconds, fell forward into the arms of the zebra. She was out cold seconds later, snoring softly in his embrace.
He carried her back to her bedroom and lay her out on her back. She would be out until dawn, just like he promised. She wouldn't be waking up anytime soon unless her life was in danger. He could jab her with a knife to wake her up, or drop a bowling ball on her abdomen, but why would he do that? He had much better plans, and they required that she not be awake.
With her laid out flat, he took a moment to look her over. He'd heard her sing, and had noted the raspy breathiness to her voice, and that had told him how much she needed to sleep. But he'd also seen her body sway as she sang, and he thought she was hot. Just to drink in her view was a delight.
He ran his hoof softly over her sternum, then held it at the base, feeling her every breath. Her xiphoid process gently shifted as she respirated softly and slowly. She was at peace, and all the more beautiful for it.
He moved his hoof down to her breasts. She was beginning to sag, which was unfortunate for how young she was. Then again, lack of sleep wasn't good for the skin. Some good sleep would prevent it from becoming any worse, and a few spa treatments could easily tighten the skin back up a bit, making her breasts more firm and pert.
He rolled them around in his hoof. If nothing else, they were natural. He could still find her breasts attractive if they were a little bit droopy, but full of saline and feeling like bags of sand was simply unattractive to him, no matter how big they were. Natural B-cups were better than fake H-cups by a very wide margin.
His hoof drifted down to her thighs, and she let out a soft moan. She was sensitive down here. He was very light on his pressure, but he ran the tip of his hoof along the inside of her leg, listening to her soft, adorable whimpers as he did.
Finally, he spread her legs a bit. This proved to be a little bit difficult, as her back legs wanted to close with every touch, but he managed, opening her up as she moaned softly. She was still asleep, but her heart was beating faster, and her breathing was growing heavier. More importantly, she was soaking wet from his touches. Had she been awake and able to control her actions, she might have pulled away from him, but as she was bound to her unconscious thought, her body couldn't lie to him. She wanted him, or any stallion, to keep going and make her feel things she was too scared to feel on her own.
Dropping his face down to her sex, he took a deep whiff of her slit. That was all he needed to harden to a full mast. He was ready to take her, and she was ready to be taken.
Sleeping Beauty 2: Soft and Comforting
As the zebra graced his hoof against her pussy lips, she almost seemed to be sucking him in. Her lips parted, and then closed around his hoof as if drawing him closer, where closer, in this case, was to be inside of her. He pulled back, of course, as it wasn't yet time to go full-force. He had all night, after all. The coupon didn't guarantee that, but the potion did.
He pulled his hoof away and tasted her juices. She was sweet, but also savoury. He liked that. But he wasn't about to spend the whole night licking his hooves. He wrapped his front hooves gently around her thighs and pulled her just a bit closer. He was very gentle and methodical, making sure he didn't wake her by taking too much, too soon.
Taking another sniff doubled his excitement. He felt a rush of endorphins as her scent filled his head with thoughts of all the things he could do to her without her ever figuring it out. He couldn't hold himself back anymore, and he let his drooling tongue slip out of his lips, and deep into her cunt.
She moaned very loudly and squeezed his head between her thighs. It was so sudden and violent that he had to retract just a few centimetres to make sure she was still asleep. After a few seconds, her breathing returned to normal, and he could feel that her heartbeat had returned to a rest through her vaginal walls. She was asleep, or she was really good at pretending.
He dug back in, but a bit slower this time, taking a minute to just savour the flavour of her insides. He did move his tongue gently, trying to coax out more fluids, but he didn't rush. He didn't want to wake her up.
When he'd had enough, he separated from her, lapping up the outsides of her pussy as she continued to dribble. He even licked the inside of her thighs, which drove her crazy. For a moment, she reached her hooves down and grabbed his face, pulling it back to her mound, but it didn't last but a few seconds before her grip relaxed, and he was able to slip away.
"I didn't expect a display of force," he quipped, chuckling quietly to himself. "Turnabout is fair play, of course. Since you tried to pin me to your bed, I think it's time I grabbed your head."
Placing his hoof on her chin, he pushed down gently until her mouth opened. He had to place his other hoof on her forehead to be able to separate her jaw. He wasn't trying to force it open beyond what would be comfortable, but he might, if she didn't wake up. Nothing dangerous, of course...
He placed the tip of his already-erect cock against her lower lip. Immediately, her tongue shot out and grabbed it, and he came almost instantly into her cheek, splattering the pillow and nightstand with his seed. The lampshade was particularly drippy.
Despite him drooping a little bit, she kept battering his tip with her tongue, trying to draw him in. Even though he knew she was asleep, seeing her try to keep sucking him off made it a very quick refractory period, and he was hard again within the minute.
Grabbing her by the mane, he began to push his way into her mouth, just holding there, so she still had her throat clear to breathe through her nose. The way she was licking him, teasing and suckling him, he wondered if perhaps she would be more receptive to him if he woke her up. Perhaps he could come back tomorrow night and ask. At the very least, he could deliver another potion and do this all over again. He might not even need the coupon, this time.
She slurped and suckled on his dick, just trying to drink him all the way down to his base. He wasn't having it, though, as he couldn't go very deep with her head and neck facing different directions. He needed her throat to be more like a straight tube.
Once he was rock-hard again, he pulled out. Her tongue flailed around, and her lips tried to suck him back in, but he had already moved down to her back hooves, which he pulled around to hang over the side of the bed. He took note of the puddle that had formed where her hips had been, and how twitchy and tight her legs were. She was close. He had one last taste of her snatch before returning to where her head had fallen.
It took a bit of work to reorient her shoulders so that her head hung over the edge of the bed. Too far, and she could slide off the bed and hit her head on the floor, waking her. Not far enough, and her throat wouldn't open, locking her depth in place. Soon, she was right in position, and he lifted her chin to open her mouth. He slipped past her tongue with ease, sliding into her throat.
He had to be careful, here. If she stopped breathing entirely, she'd wake up. If she started to gag, he would have to pull out quickly and smoothly, and hope that she didn't bite down on him. Slowly, gently, he began to push his hips forward, and he managed to go all the way to the medial ridge before she started to gag. He pulled back, but she settled down in a few seconds, her hot breath from her nose cascading past his balls.
He tried again, and made it even deeper this time; almost the entire way in without gagging. He could practically feel her breath wrapping around his dick in bubbles, and placing his hoof gently against her throat, he could tell that she was still fine. He could feel her pulse at a good, steady pace, and he could feel her breath on his balls. She was fine.
He felt great just sitting like this. The gentle sucking of her esophagus, her tongue trying to draw him further in, the multitudes of bubbles springing back and forth across his dick... It was a wonderful feeling. He'd never had such good head from a sleeping mare before. Or any mare, for that matter. Not even a stallion. This was the best blowjob he'd ever received, bar none. He was definitely going to come see her again, maybe even with a stronger potion.
Sleeping Beauty 3: You Snooze, You Lose
As he slipped out of her throat with an audible pop, her tongue and lips flailed about blindly, trying to find him again. He'd nearly popped off a second time right there in her throat, and while that would have been hot, he had something far better in mind.
Panting from his arousal, not from exhaustion, he circled the bed one more time. If he entered her now, he would fire off almost right away. He needed to cool down just a bit to make this last, but not cool off so much that he needed to start over.
His hooves returned to her breasts. This had all started with some light fondling, but he knew she could take more than that, now. She was deep in slumber. He squeezed and massaged them, making her whine and moan in her sleep. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, but he managed to push his erection down, pressing it harmlessly against the bedspread. It wasn't time, yet.
He lowered his mouth down to her left nipple and began to suck on it, pinching it between his teeth and flicking his tongue back and forth across it. When he moved to the right, he sucked so much into his mouth that one could be mistaken in thinking that he was trying to eat her breast. The way he moved his jaw to force to fluid in her body to squish around certainly wasn't helping matters.
Luckily, there were no spectators. Nopony was around to judge him for his admittedly strange kinks, and that was for the best. Best for him, anyway, as having somepony around to stop him from doing what he was about to do would probably be best for her.
He pulled back a bit, aligning his cock with her snatch. He'd been waiting for this moment all night long. Holding her by the hips, he pushed in, enveloping his cock inside of her moist, velvety pussy.
He gasped as his balls touched her arsehole. He'd made it all the way in with just a single thrust, without ever waking her. He'd never felt so powerful and stealthy as he did in that moment, and the feeling almost made him cum right then and there.
But he didn't. Somehow, he managed to hold it, despite her trembling like a vibrator. She felt so good, he never wanted to pull out. Alas, he couldn't stay here all night. He would have to sleep sometime, and it would be a very awkward situation if she woke up and he was still inside of her cum-soaked hole. This had to end sometime, and he was sure he wasn't going to last much longer.
He pulled back and thrusted back in, easily. She was absolutely drenched in her own fluid, and it was easy to slide around. The only reason he restrained himself was because shaking her would almost certainly wake her.
After a few dozen thrusts, he concluded that she was moving around a bit too much. Luckily, her knew a way to make her far more stable. Pulling free, he rolled her onto her stomach, lifting her hips and tail into the air. Spreading her legs, he had good, sturdy access to her cunt. If he held her tail steady, he could keep her almost entirely still.
His balls slapped against her clitoris as he drove in as deep as he could with a steady, smooth series of soft thrusts. He couldn't believe what he'd managed to do without waking her, but it was time to stop pushing for new limits. He wasn't testing to see at what point she would wake up, he just had to cum and go.
With one last deep thrust, he emptied his balls into her waiting womb. By the contractions he could feel coursing through her, and the particularly loud moan as she drenched his balls, he knew she'd enjoyed it, too, even if she didn't want to admit it.
As he pulled out and watched his cum dripping from her winking pussy, he wondered who she had been dreaming about. He reflected back on all of the girlfriends that hadn't let him do this, of all the brothels he'd been to where the mares either refused to let him do this, or insisted that an overzealous guard be watching them closely. For the last five years, he'd been wondering if he'd ever have the chance to try this without breaking some sort of law. Now, he could, and there would be minimal consequences.
He moved her into a more comfortable position on the bed, making sure she wasn't sleeping on top of anything important, and draped a blanket over her. He could see the comfortable, and somewhat lewd, smile plastered on her face. Her tongue hung from her lips, and she'd wake up in a puddle of drool in the morning. A few other puddles, too, but she'd already have to wash her sheets, even if he slipped her tongue back into her mouth.
He very nearly did just that, grabbing it with his own. She immediately began sucking on it, and he returned the favour. He was coming back to see her again. He would probably do this to her again. Hells, if their relationship grew, he might even let her do this to him.
Dreamy Daze awoke feeling better than she ever had. She was soaking wet all over her body, and that was annoying, but she felt so good and alive. She stretched her limbs, hearing her joints pop as they began to move for the first time in a while, as if she'd been sitting in a desk all day. She never felt like this when she woke up. All of her tossing and turning had prevented that.
As she rolled out of bed, her alarm began to go off. It was one she'd completely forgotten about, as she never woke up to it. It had been ringing every day at eight, and she never woke up until the louder one at eight fifteen. That she was up earlier than her alarm, and not groggy, was miraculous.
As she turned off the alarm, she noted that the zebra had left a business card on her nightstand. He could develop potions that made her feel like this every morning. He'd even left his hotel and room number on the back, in case she wanted to seek him out.
It was then that she heard a wet splatter between her back hooves. She looked back to see that she was dripping seed from her pussy. She was angry for a moment, but her language at the beginning told her that she should have expected this. Even more so, she was covered in what couldn't possibly just be his. She'd felt something that night, even though she'd slept through it. He was a good lay, apparently, and she was going to find him.
Golden Rain was actually looking forward to this. She was generally considered a "downer," and was regularly excluded from parties because of how different and weird she was.
For example, nopony around her liked the rain, because it meant they were stuck indoors, unable to go out. She loved the rain. She even had a small tent in her backyard with open walls where she could sit on a cold, rainy day and drink warm tea while listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops on the canopy. Sure, some of them liked autumn as much as she did, but they liked it for the various holidays and the pumpkin-spice drinks. Most of them were even looking forward to the upcoming winter, which was invariably more fun for them. But she liked the crisp air and the crunch of the leaves under her hooves.
So it was very odd that a zebra would pick her, of all ponies, to attend a party with him. More than likely, he hadn't noted her reputation as a party pooper, and had just invited her because he thought she was pretty. No stallion had ever called her pretty before.
Of course, she knew the seedy connotation of being presented with a coupon, meaning that they were probably about to have sex, but she was open to that. It had been quite a while since she'd had a good pipe cleaning, and when the zebra had told her how pretty her mouth was, that was enough to make her want to wrap it around his dick.
She gently nuzzled him as he stopped on the elevator, waiting for the carriage to take them to their floor. "This is going to be fun," she said aloud.
"If saying so makes you feel at ease, repeat as often as you please."
"You know, we don't have to go to the party. If you want, we can go back to my place. I have a very nice bed, and no roommate to bother us."
"Perhaps when this is over and done," shrugged the zebra. "Though by then, I expect you'll be against more "fun.""
"Your loss," shrugged Rain as the elevator rang its bell and came to a stop. "Offer still stands, though."
He nodded and led her down to the suite where the party was. The door was one that automatically locked, so he had to knock, but once he did, the door just opened without any checks.
There were four other zebra stallions in the room already, chatting quietly. It wasn't much of a party. There was no music, no punch, just a few labeled canteens. One said "Jaxton," one said "Malakai," another said "Dakarai," and the last said "Izem." The only food was a half-eaten sandwich.
"Are you sure this is the party?" asked Rain. "Doesn't seem all that festive."
"This party has yet to begin," answered the biggest Zebra, who seemed to have his mane growing out from his neck, like a lion. "Go to your spot; we'll be right in."
With a bit of direction from the zebra that had brought her, she walked into the bathroom to find another mare on her knees in the tub. She was crying. Rain took her place in the tub and, as soon as the zebra left, placed a hoof on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"Th-they're going to r-r-rape us," the mare sobbed. "Th-that's what h-happens at these th-things..."
""Rape" is a pretty strong word," shrugged Rain. "Is it really a rape if you're consenting to it? Or is it just a rape scenario playing out as if it were the actual event? Honestly, I'm just glad they haven't already dismissed me for not being fun enough. Then again, with how fun their party is, I imagine it's maybe a bit overwhelming for them like it is for me at a normal party. Name's Rain, by the way."
"I'm going to forget it," the other mare sniffed. "I don't w-want to remember today..."
"Tsk. And here I was, thinking I was the party pooper..."
There was a mild applause from the room, along with some light cheering. The bathroom door opened again, and in walked yet another zebra with a whimpering mare. As she settled into the tub, the remaining five stallions came in, making the small room very crowded.
The neck-maned zebra stood in front of her and drew everyone's attention. "We are here today to honour the souls of those who fought for our mares and foals. No longer here to have their say, we've sent to their widows a hard-earned pay. Now we act in the manner of those dearly departed. It is time this orgy started."
Rain, and a few of the zebras, applauded the speech. She definitely received the most attention, as it was weird that she was in favour of this. "Whoo! Let's go!"
With a shrug, the maned zebra pointed at two of the others, and the three of them came forward and removed the shower curtain rod, reattaching it to the wall slightly lower, just above their ears. It was a very sturdy shower curtain rod, and they had a brace for it made of wood that clamped onto the edge of the tub. With it remounted, they all mounted it with their front hooves, which left their cocks right in front of the mares' faces.
Without even being commanded or compelled by the coupon, Rain leaned forward and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to make room for something that she didn't have an opportunity to taste very often.
But something stopped her. The enchantment of the coupon? She hadn't commanded her front hooves to cup themselves in front of her mouth, so maybe? The other mares were being pulled into the same position, though less willing to do so. The first one was even struggling to push herself away with her back legs. What was wrong with these two?
Then it hit her. Literally, it splashed right onto her face. A warm golden spray landed first on her upper lip, then drained into her mouth. It washed across her tongue, its bitter taste pooling in her cheeks until it all overflowed and spilled into her hooves, which redirected it further down her chest, stomach, teats, and then wrapping around her cunt before finally dripping into the tub below. The stench was powerful and musky, and it burned the hair in her nose.
And the strangest thing about this was, she was loving it.
The hot yellow stream cascading down her body was comforting and wonderful. It was like standing in the rain, but rain that was just slightly higher than her body temperature. Like a shower that was made up of only the perfect temperature of water.
And just like a shower that was the perfect temperature, the pressure started to drop as the tank ran empty. "No, no!" she shouted, waving her hooves as much as the enchantment would allow. "Give me another!"
The zebra that had brought her and the last one to show up looked at each other and shrugged, rearranging the girls so that Rain was no longer sat in the middle. The other two mares were now pressed together.
With the mares now rearranged, the zebras rearranged themselves. Two had their cocks pointed at her, and the last one had both of the other two mares. He went first, gently wiggling his cock back and forth as he doused them both by swirling his dick around, shaking his hips to cover them both.
Meanwhile, two heavy streams splattered all over Rain's face, bringing her attention back to the two zebra stallions in front of her. While one covered her mane, washing it down her back, the other sprayed right into her mouth, which she lapped up eagerly. Or at least, as eagerly as she was allowed.
Rain had never been this popular at a party before. Sure, the other two mares seemed to want nothing to do with her, but the stallions... She wanted more of them, and more of their piss to cover her. They seemed to like her, too.
Unfortunately, they had to stop. Like it or not, six zebras' bladders only had a limited capacity, and once it was gone, it had to refill slowly. Luckily, they were drinking from their canteens, so it wouldn't be too terribly long.
As the last dribbles of piss drained from the cock in front of her mouth, Rain found herself leaning forward. The enchantment was having her wrap her hooves around the two cocks in front of her, as well as her lips around the one just petering out. She immediately tried to suck out what was left, and was rewarded with almost a whole gulp. She immediately transferred her mouth to the other one, only drawing out a few little drops.
Then her head started moving on its own. She was glad it did, because one of the biggest criticisms she'd received from what few lovers she had was that she was terrible at giving blowjobs. "Too much teeth," they had said, even after she had wrapped her lips around her teeth. The spell taking control of her head like this was for the best, and she tried to make note of how to do it, that she might be better in the future.
The first thing of note was that it felt completely different to her. She was always trying to mash her tongue against it, but what she felt now was the head of the cock rubbing against the roof of her mouth. There was a slight bump right before her throat where the flesh turned soft, and that bump was doing most of the work.
As she pulled off with an audible pop, followed by a loud gasp, her eyes darted over to the other two mares, who were lightly licking either side of the other zebra's cock while the other three looked on, rubbing themselves slowly so as to maintain their erections.
That was all she could look at, though, as her view was cut off as the zebra who has given her a mouthful of golden broth shoved his entire cock down her throat. It felt kind of wonderful, as no stallion had ever made it that deep before, having been turned away by her inexperience when it came to good head.
Experience be damned. Everything she knew could be thrown out, as what she was doing now was more pleasurable for her, and the lack of complaints landing on her ears meant that she must be doing a good job. She couldn't count on the coupon forever, though, so she did try to memorise the movements.
Disappointingly, he came all too quickly. The first big spurt went down her throat, then the second into her mouth and on her tongue, and then three more across her face. She was upset for a moment, but then her neck turned on its own, and she was met with the second zebra cock, already set up and waiting for her.
To her shock, but not to her displeasure, she wiped the previous zebra's cum off her face with the tip of the new cock, then sucked it off, savouring the taste of it in her mouth as she swished it around, then opened her mouth to show it was there before swallowing it and opening her mouth again to show it was empty.
He grabbed ahold of her head and began to thrust, slamming his balls against her chin. Every impact knocked loose a little bit of piss that he'd left in her mane, letting the drops sprinkle onto her back, which sent cool little shocks down her spine.
He lasted a bit longer, just a few minutes, still, but she was almost there. She could feel herself about to cum, and nopony had even touched her pussy. She couldn't believe how great it felt to be pissed on. Nopony had ever even brought it up as an option before, but now... She had something wonderful to do. She could only hope that she would find somepony to help her with that.
As she licked up the cum from her lips, she fell backward after being let go. There was a very short moment where she was scared that she might hit her head, but the enchantment let her catch herself and lowered her into the bottom of the tub, across the laps of the two mares sucking off the one zebra. She lay down just in time for him to cum all over one of their faces, which thankfully dripped down onto her own.
She thought that might be the whole purpose, but then the mares stood up, and one squatted over her face. Rain gave her a lick, of course, but then she started peeing. The cum that had dripped from her chin onto Rain's nose was being washed away in her hot yellow shower.
Toilet Fun 3: Rain on Her Parade
As waves of pleasure and piss cascaded across Rain's body, she couldn't handle it. While the spell kept her from moving, she could feel her legs tightening up, as if they were trying to move. When the second mare started to piss on her tits, she couldn't take it anymore. Rain came, and she came hard. Not that one could tell just by looking at her, but she had experienced pure bliss.
Once the mares were empty, and there was a sizeable pool of urine filling the bottom of the tub, just a centimetre or two deep, the two mares climbed off of her and turned, presenting their pussies to the zebras. Rain needed not stand, as she hooked her hooves around her knees and pulled back, her shoulders and wings acting as a stand while she held her hips up over her head.
To her delight, it was the maned zebra that approached her. He was the largest of them all, with a dick to match. He grabbed her by the tail with a wet splatter, wringing it out to let the trapped fluid run down her back as he aligned the head of his cock with her slit, and as the final drops raced up her spine, he pushed in all the way.
She was soaked and eager, inviting him in as much as she could. Because of this, she barely felt a thing, despite this being a cock bigger than anything she'd ever felt. He wasn't gentle, either, gripping her by the tail and thigh, and slamming into her over and over, his balls whacking her clitoris with every thrust.
While the spell did force her to moan, she would have done so, anyway. The gentle rippling as the urine flowed across her wings was divine, the feeling of being appreciated, even as a fucktoy, was invigorating, and even the thought that she was at a party where ponies didn't want her to leave was spectacular. She'd always been a little weird; that, she was well aware of. But the zebras didn't care. They were accepting her for who she was, and even rejoicing in it.
Over the course of the next hour and a half, she was given the opportunity to feel all of the zebras inside of her. Four of them came in her marehood, filling her womb with as much stallion cream as they could. Five of them came in her arse, and all of them gave her a taste of their big black cocks.
When their time was up, the other mares ran out of the room, dripping and leaving a trail behind them. Rain felt a bit sorry for the housekeeper that would have to clean that up, especially if she was just given a voucher for it. She was almost certain that, if they stayed for the next ten minutes or so, they would be allowed to shower and dry off, or at the very least, rinse themselves.
She let the maned Zebra finish inside of her pussy again, then waved over the two that hadn't been allowed to finish, sucking them both off at once until they came all over her face. They seemed a bit perturbed by her work, and for a moment, she wondered if she had learned anything from being forced to be as good at sucking dick as she had been. She certainly wasn't able to go as deep without gagging, and could feel that she wasn't as accommodating as she had been with the spell in control, but there wasn't a lot of complaining, so she must have improved a little bit. From awful to poor, at least.
As they finished, the maned zebra stepped forward. "You are no longer under our power. If you want, you can use our shower. When done, take your coupon and go where you please, free of the drippings of our testes."
Rain bowed her head. "This has been fun, but I have one more request, and I'd like it to be fulfilled before I wash up. Could you all... pee on me, one more time?"
The zebras all looked at each other, shrugged, and took their places. As they did, Rain moved herself into the middle of the tub, once again flipping herself upside down and spreading her whole body as wide as she could. Three more streams cascaded up her torso from her thighs and tits. It all went up her abdomen, across her chest, some of it even running into her mouth.
When they finished, two more came forward, one draining his bladder on her chest, the other directly onto her face. All that was left was the maned zebra, and he had something special in mind.
Grabbing her by the hips, he pressed his cock against her arsehole, and, finding that she put up no resistance, pressed in until his balls rested against her cunt. He had to arch his back with his chest pushed against the wall, and two of his compatriots had to hold him and make sure he didn't slip and fall, but he made it.
Down into her colon, he poured a hot stream of piss, filling her with something other than just cum. The mass of fluid was now so voluminous that it started to leak out, and as it ran up her coat, she moaned louder than she ever had before, cumming super hard and pissing herself at the same time. Her fluids were gushing from her pussy with such pressure that she lifted his balls.
When she calmed down, she slumped down into the basin and panted. She was in love. Not with any of them; she didn't know them. She was in love with the feeling they had given her.
"Think I'm going to lie here for a bit and catch my breath," she huffed. "If you need to shower over the top of me, be my guest. I'll wait."
The zebras moved the shower curtain rod back to its proper position, and the maned zebra stood over the top of her, washing himself while the others waited their turn. As the soapy water ran from his rough, muscular frame and dripped onto her, she basked in the aftershocks of the best orgasm she'd ever experienced. Every drip sent a tiny ripple of pleasure through her system, until she could finally stand up and help scrub the zebra soldiers, making the last three enjoy their shower more than the first three, for which they returned the favour.
After scrubbing out her mane and tail, they sent her on her way, but not before she could leave her contact information for more fun in the near future.
Hole in the Wall 1: According to Plan
Muffin Top felt uneasy as she stepped out onto the street. She couldn't shake the feeling in her gut that something was wrong today, and that she should turn around and go back inside. She was sure that, as soon as her hooves hit the sidewalk, her day would be ruined. But she had to shake it off. She needed to go to the bakery and pick up some bread bowls to pour tonight's chowder into. What was chowder without a bowl of bread? Just a soup, that's what.
With a hard swallow, she jumped the last few steps onto the pavement. So far, so good. She was on the sidewalk and ready to make her way up the road. It was only two blocks to the bakery.
As she rounded the corner, she took a deep breath. It was just a trip to the bakery. She did this all the time. Today would be no different.
One block, then another, and finally, around the corner and through the door. She panted in exhaustion as she sat down on a small bench off to the side.
"Did'ja sprint all the way here?" asked Puff Pastry, the owner of the shop. "Ya look like ya just run a marathon."
Muffin shook her head. "No, just... I stepped off my porch to an overwhelming sense of dread, that's all."
"Ah. The ol' what's-it-called... Anxiety?"
"No, no, just... Just a gut feeling, that's all. Something's going to go wrong, I can just feel it in my gut."
"Alright, alright, I hear ya..." He reached into his cabinet of baked goods and tossed a lemon and poppyseed muffin across the room to her. "On the house."
She caught it and smiled. "No, really, I insist on paying."
"Nonsense. It's a baker's job to provide comfort to his customers. That's why they call it comfort food."
"Nevertheless, I came in here to buy something."
"And I gave it to you."
"No, no, I need four bread bowls."
Puff smiled and nodded. "I see. Doing a chowder tonight, are we?"
"You know how much I love chowder..."
"Four bread bowls, eight bits."
She dropped nine on the counter and picked up her bread bowls. If he wouldn't accept it as payment for the muffin, then it was a tip. She'd already eaten half the muffin, and was already feeling better.
The walk home was more calm, and she arrived back on her steps with little issue. From there, it was back inside, where she left the bread bowls on the kitchen counter.
Feeling good about her day, and now certain that she'd driven away whatever bad juju had been plaguing her this morning, she decided to put her pride on full display by going to pick up the mail from her mailbox. She dropped down the steps and opened the box. There were a few envelopes, which she quickly looked over. Junkmail... junkmail... mail fraud... local advertisers' mailout coupon books... Nothing important.
As she turned to go back in, though, she came face to face with two zebra stallions. Immediately, the dread set back in, and was proven correct as they lifted a sheet of paper in front of her face.
"Come on, guys, this isn't funny..."
"It's not supposed to make you laugh," shrugged one of the zebras. "This is neither a jape nor gaff. Our joy shall be a bit more stark, as we're going to fuck you in the park."
"What I'm saying is, you don't have to; you picked me up right in front of my house. We can just go back and do it there."
"But ah, we want a public place. Worry not, we'll find a hidden space."
She didn't trust these zebras as far as she could throw them. And being in the business of elderly care, she wasn't known for throwing ponies very far or very often. But she did know that she was going to be okay when it was over. After all, Celestia herself promised it in the terms and conditions. She knew the zebras couldn't force her to be here if doing so could hurt her, at least foreseeably.
As she stepped into the park, more dread washed over her. She took her kids here all the time. Granted, the spell could only hold her here for two hours, and school wouldn't let out for another five hours, but still; children played here. Not to mention, it would be weird to come back here this weekend for a birthday party after these two hours were up.
"Anonymity is the order of the day," said one of the zebras as they approached the jungle gym. Stepping up to it, this was a place designated by some of the local parents as a "no-no zone." That is to say, it was a place that was impossible to see from the multitude of benches, and only marginally visible from the jogging path. Kids would sometimes hide out in this spot when it was time to go home, to give them a little bit of extra time. "We've heard this is a spot where children don't play."
"Well, no, not the well-behaved ones. Not mine, of course."
"Good children listen to their mothers. Here, we'll be seen by no others."
"Okay, yeah, that seems fine, but--"
"Now, let's put you though your paces. We don't want you to see our faces. You shouldn't know which of us you're pleasing, so through this hole, you will be squeezing."
That was even better. There was a hole in the plastic wall, here, intended for use as a hoofhold for climbing. However, it was a good size for her to fit through, at least partway. Having her front half block the hole meant that nopony could see through from the outside. It was a bit of a snug fit, but it worked.
As she heard a cart roll by, likely the ice cream vendor heading back to his storage building to restock, she realised something troubling. If she could hear the cart, the cart could hear her, and she was a squealer when in bed. "Hey, before you start back there, can I convince one of you to gag me? I don't want to alert the whole neighborhood and have them come running to watch..."
Hole in the Wall 2: Stuck
It took nearly half an hour for Muffin Top to find her rhythm. She wasn't pushing back anymore, neither against the zebras nor their intent. She'd managed to wedge herself into the hole firmly enough that she didn't need to worry about being pushed out the other side. She knew for a fact that she wasn't going to slip through, meaning the only way out was back the way she came.
In addition to that, she was beginning to enjoy herself. She'd always tried to see things from new perspectives, and while she still preferred to look her lover in the face, there was a naughty giddiness to not knowing which of the zebras was inside of her. She could feel the difference, of course, but she didn't know which was which. All she knew was that one of them had a longer, thinner dick, and the other was shorter and stouter. Her heart pounded with excitement, but maybe a bit more excitement than she would prefer.
Nevertheless, she didn't see anypony else pass by close enough to spot her sticking out of this hole in the playground equipment. Not for lack of looking, though. She was on edge the whole time, whether that was the nervous edge of being discovered or the pleasured edge of being close to orgasm in a place where anypony that looked could see her enjoying herself with two zebra stallions.
The shorter, stouter one picked up the pace, suddenly, and after a minute or so of that, grunted and hilted himself in her, filling her cunt with his cum. This was his second time, after an hour and a half total.
Not moments after he pulled out, the long and thin one entered, being just a bit more rough as he squeezed her sizeable arse in his hooves. As he shoved his tip against her cervix, she couldn't hold back anymore, and she came right along with him.
As she tried to catch her breath after he pulled out, not an easy task through the rubber gag she was still wearing, she felt a crinkly, rough, cheap napkin from a fast-food establishment wiping her dry. While she did wish whoever it was had used a softer cloth, she was at least glad that she didn't have to walk home covered and dripping with cum.
"Consider our contract over and done," said one of the zebras from behind her. "There's still time left, but we've had our fun. Keep the gag, we'll leave the key on this cable." She felt a small string being draped over her tail, and it felt like it was carrying the weight of a small key. "You can make your way home when you are able."
She stayed there for a moment, catching her breath. It was fun, she had to admit, but she was never going to do this again. This was too much excitement for one day, and she really didn't want to risk being seen. But maybe, if she was feeling particularly raunchy, she could slip in under the cover of darkness when she knew nopony would be around and make love in the open air under the stars?
It was a fun thought, but now, she had to go back home. Placing her hooves against the ground, she pushed her way back out of the hole.
Rather, she tried to, but her grip on the loose mulch that covered the ground just slid her hooves. Her gut didn't move.
She looked back at the hole as she pushed again. Her pudginess was bunching up around the rim of the hole, creating a wedge that prevented her from going out the way she came in. Likewise, her hips were too wide to let her keep sliding through. She was stuck.
Of course, her first thought was to call for help. Most ponies were nice, and if she explained what had happened, they would understand and let her out. But she couldn't. She was gagged. Even if somepony did see her and came up to her face, they wouldn't know about the key. If somepony came up from behind, they wouldn't know about the gag. Then again, if somepony did come up from behind, they could pull her out.
"My, my, my..." Her ears perked up. Somepony had come up behind her, and also above. A pegasus, obviously, and not a zebra. "Look at what we have, here..."
Unable to verbally communicate, she wriggled in the hole, trying to indicate that she needed to push herself out, and that the pegasus should pull to help her.
"It looks like you're stuck, little pony." As his claw pressed against her arsecheek, she realised that this wasn't a pegasus. She still wasn't used to having dragons and gryphons roaming the lands, but one of them was behind her, and she didn't know which. "Tell me, what series of events stuck you here?"
She gave a short explanation through the gag, but all that could be heard was muffled grunts.
"I see. I don't know what you said, but by the fact that you're gagged and dripping with cum, I can safely presume that you were left here by your lover after some sexual escapade. I'm sure he won't mind if I leave him some sloppy seconds."
Muffin's eyes shot wide open as she felt the barbed dick of the... whatever he was... force its way into her pussy. She let out a yelp as he pulled back, scratching up her insides as if scraping out whatever the zebras had left her. Sure, that was good for removing the zebra spunk, but soon, she was going to be filled with another creature's nut.
Soon was an accurate statement. As rough and course as he was, smacking her arse and yanking her tail, he only lasted three or four minutes. It may have been unpleasant, but at least it was over quickly.
"Now, I can't just leave you like this... Let me help you."
She sighed with relief. He was going to pull her out.
Except, he didn't. The familiar pop of a marker being uncapped suddenly sounded behind her. On her right arsecheek, a pair of parallel lines was drawn. On her left, she could feel some words being written, and an arrow being drawn to her slit, and then something else on her thigh.
"There we go," he chuckled. "Since you can't read it from up there, I'll tell you what is says." He slapped her thigh. "This one says "Use me."" He slapped her left arsecheek. "This one says "Cum inside," and has an arrow pointing to your fuck hole." Finally, he slapped her right arsecheek. "This one keeps count. One tick for every stallion. I should leave the marker here, so ponies can add to that."
She felt the marker slip partially up her butt, just enough to denote that it was there, and not enough to slip all the way inside. Following that, she felt a burst of cold wind as he took off into the sky, leaving her there, alone.
Hole in the Wall 3: Cumming Loose
Fourteen. Fourteen stallions visited her in the next three hours. They were for sure hearing about this from the gryphon that had written on her, as she knew this area wasn't easily seen from anywhere except the track, and, barring a big event, the track was never this busy. Plus, some of them even said so.
She knew it had been three hours because the school bell rang. It was very likely that, unless somepony managed to free her from this, several children, as well as the parents that came looking for those children, would see her like this. That would land her in a dungeon with indecent exposure charges, and no indication of who had done this, other than the fact that she now knew he was a gryphon, based on testimony from the other stallions.
As number fourteen came inside of her battered and stretched-out pussy, he put the fifteenth mark on her arsecheek. She didn't know how long it was going to take to remove all of that, but she was likely either not going to be able to make her corn chowder tonight, or she was going to have to cover herself so her kids didn't see.
After shoving the marker back up her arse, he walked off, and almost immediately, another stallion showed up. "Hey, look at that. The gryphon was right. There really is a slut here."
Muffin Top rolled her eyes. She'd heard this same thing from almost half a dozen stallions before him.
"Wait... Muffin Top?"
Her eyes shot open. Her mind was in a fog because of the events of the day so far, but his voice sounded familiar. She knew him. She just couldn't place it. If they knew each other, perhaps he could help her.
She shouted into the gag as loud as she could and pushed herself against the hole to indicate that she was stuck and needed help to free herself.
As she stopped shouting, he poked his head around the front side of her, and she instantly recognised his face. It was her boss. "Well, this is troubling... Would you care to explain yourself?"
She turned her head so that the lock on the gag was facing him, then tapped it with her hoof.
"And where's the key?"
She pointed behind her, then once more tried to push herself out. It was obvious from this side that her pudginess was preventing her from pushing her way out.
"Alright, alright... Let me help you with that."
He disappeared around back and grabbed her arse, giving it a tug. Nothing came of it. He tried to dig her skin out, to try to force her through bit by bit, but the pained yelps she was giving made it clear that this was hurting her. Still, he'd managed to move her half a centimetre.
"Okay. We're making progress, but what we really need is some lubricant. Your body is stuck because of the wedge created by your skin, and your skin is sticking because there's too much friction. So, what I'm going to do is push you a little bit more forward, then lube up your skin on your side, then come back and try to pull you out."
She nodded, then remembered that he couldn't see her.
Then she felt him press up against her. "I don't have any lube on me," he said, "but I know how to make some. Don't worry, this is just to make it easier to pull you out."
With a strong thrust, he was inside of her, simultaneously yanking her back by the hips with every thrust and pushing her back in on impact. One of his hooves was scooping up the mess left by the other stallions and dribbling it around the rim of the hole, trying to lube up what he could on this side alone, and that did make it a little bit easier to slide, but it wasn't quite enough.
"The kids should be here in ten minutes," he moaned. "When that happens, we need to be gone." He slammed harder and faster, trying to finish before too long.
Then suddenly, he yanked out. suddenly, he was right in front of her, sliding his hoof along his cock, which he rested on her shoulder. A few seconds later, as he pulled on her shoulder with his cum-covered hoof, thick white ropes of cum plastered her back, and he started to pant.
She was about to punch him in the balls for doing this when she still needed help, but he moved, smearing his seed allover her body and around the hole. He really was lubing her up to slip out the way she came in.
"Now," he huffed, "I'm going to go around back and pull. You push from this side. Hopefully, you'll be slick enough to slip out."
With a nod, Muffin Top braced herself. She once more felt hooves on her hips, and before too long, they were pulling her back. He had a difficult time gripping her because of how covered she was, but his hooves found a good amount of purchase as he squeezed her breasts.
On the fifth yank, her dry skin was pulled out of the way, leaving just the wet gunk, and with one more good tug, she slipped free. She didn't have a great stance, and neither did he, so with all of their weight being thrust backward, that's exactly where they fell. As she landed on top of him, her body weight pulled her down. He was still erect, having been rubbing his dick against the side of her tail, even innocently, as he pulled. When she landed on him, she had enveloped him, and he had gone up her arse by complete accident.
As she stood up, she turned around to help him up. She tried to thank him, but she was still gagged.
"Sorry for losing your marker," he said, dusting himself off.
She looked around on the ground, and couldn't find it. Then she noticed the black mark on his cock that hadn't been there when it was on her shoulder. The marker had been in her arse, and it didn't take a genius to figure out where it had been shoved.
She reached back for the key, only to find that it wasn't there. She looked questioningly at her boss, then motioned as if removing something from her tail.
"Yes, the key. I saw it there when I was pulling. I have some bad news about that..."
He turned around and lifted his tail. The cable that had been used to grip the key was sticking out of his arse. He had accidentally fallen on it, and it was lodged firmly up his butt.
Liquid Lap breached out of the water, taking in a big gulp of air as she reached forward and grabbed the edge of the pool. "How was that?" she huffed. "Better?"
"You're shaving off milliseconds, dollface," scowled her trainer, glowering down at her. "If you think milliseconds off your time is going to save you from third place, you're sorely mistaken. You need to remove two whole seconds to match last year's first place winner. Are you even trying?"
"Of course I'm trying!" she shouted back. "I've spent every day with you, doing eight hours of some training or another, from cardio to strength, to flexibility!" She sighed. "Maybe I should take a break and rest for a few minutes..."
"Not a bad idea. Tell ya what, we don't have time for another sprint, anyway; they're about to turn this pool over to the kids. Why don't you take a dip in the main pool, instead. Just sit in the water and relax, while the competition overtakes you!"
As he stormed off, she pulled herself out of the pool. She knew he meant well, and she'd hired him to push herself up to a winning position, but a break sounded like a good idea. It was time that she reconnected with what made her love swimming in the first place.
She crossed the pavement from the lap pool to the general purpose pool just in time for the lifeguard to announce adult swim, meaning the kids were being transferred to either the lap pool for junior lessons, or to the kiddie pool for splashing about. It was time for the adults to enjoy the water.
She dove in from the side, mimicking her entry into the competition, but once in the admittedly warmer water, she rolled over and floated on her back for a bit, just letting the water ripple over her body as several stallions and mares entered the water and the foals all left. She was content to float there for a bit, just looking up at the sky and thinking to herself about how much fun swimming used to be.
Then she felt something hit her head. She glanced up to see a lone zebra stallion, whom she had run into from behind. "Sorry about that, mister... My bad. Excuse me."
He smiled and held up a hoof. "Worry not; there's no harm done. I cannot fault your relaxing in the sun."
Normally, Liquid Lap would be fine with zebras, and recently, a bit wary, as they were known to use those coupons. But the coupons were made of paper, and enchanted as they may be, they couldn't come into a pool without dissolving. "Having a good day? Other than being bumped into, I mean..."
"Oh, I'm fine with the way things are going," he shrugged. "Sun is out, a cool breeze blowing... But shouldn't the kids all be at school? Why are they here, in the pool?"
"Federal holiday," answered Liquid Lap. "Schools are closed right now. I don't remember what this one's about, but most national businesses are closed today, with certain exceptions. Otherwise, my trainer would still be drilling me in the lap pool, trying to make sure I finish faster."
"I presume he has issues with his attitude. Though you could have phrased that a little less lewd."
As she chuckled, she rolled over so as to be upright. When she was right-side-up, however, the zebra pulled something out of his skin-tight swimming pants. It was a plastic bag with a coupon in it. Immediately, the joy drained from her. The safety of being underwater was gone now.
"Okay, okay, but... Let's go somewhere a little more private first, huh?"
"Of course, of course," waved the zebra, "come with me. We'll go somewhere a bit harder to see."
It was an agonizingly slow swim to the far corner of the pool, on the deep end where nopony was. This area was kept clear for divers to land in, but ponies were allowed to watch from the edges. If the divers landed near the edges of the pool, anyway, they'd be in a very poor position, as they would be near the point where they'd be plowing face-first into the concrete. And everypony down here was watching the rotating string of divers jumping into the water. It wasn't as private as the locker rooms, but it was the most secluded part of the pool.
The zebra situated his back in the corner and spread out his grip. He was already stretching out the elastic of his swimming pants as his "keel" protruded outward into the pool. Liquid Lap situated herself slightly in front of him, and just off to the side. She even put on a fake smile. To any onlookers, it would appear that she was chatting with him while watching the divers, which was common enough of an activity that nopony would question why they were there together.
Now in position, she reached back behind her and freed his massive cock from his pants, letting it pop out between her legs. She looked around nonchalantly, then pulled her own swimming pants off to one side. She had, in the past, swam with no clothes on at all. Even here in the public pool. Several ponies here in the pool right now had no coverings, and were just fine. She wore the swimming costume to keep her tail and breasts from creating drag and slowing her down for the competition. And yet, even as she looked around at all of the nude stallions and mares, she felt the most naked of them all.
Grabbing the tip of the zebra's cock, she swallowed hard, then slipped it into her slit. She'd never had sex in a pool before. She hadn't had sex very many times, at all. She was an athlete, and her body was supposed to be at the pinnacle of her class. She was supposed to compete in the Friendship Games as San Palomino's premier endurance, distance and speed swimmer. She had competed last year and won third in the country. She couldn't compete with the hippogriffs, what with their ability to do the whole race completely underwater, but of all ponies of the land and sky, she was on the front page. She was so close to first place that she could taste it. And making it to first meant no baby bumps allowed.
Adult Swim 2: In Plain Sight
As Liquid Lap bobbed lightly and shallowly, she looked around as nonchalantly as she could muster. She had no reason to believe that anypony was watching them, but if somepony was, she could potentially be banned from the pool, and she'd have to use a different one. She'd have to leave town just to find one of regulation length, and that would mean either monstrous travel expenses, or moving away from her family and friends. It could even cost her her livelihood, and she could say goodbye to her corporate sponsorships...
Luckily, three consecutive scans of the crowd indicated that there was nopony in the pool watching them, and nopony nearby seemed to be bothering to look their way. The zebra was neither making noise nor touching her, except for where her back pressed up against his chest and belly, and where his dick was touching the inside of her cunt. He was very hooves-off.
She shivered as she slid backward into his lap. He was huge. She didn't know if she could take all of him, but she was going to try, whether she wanted to or not. The sooner she satisfied him, the sooner she could leave. She was an athlete, and her body was a toned, muscular, pliable and flexible piece of equipment, and any pain she felt from being stretched was just her weakness escaping her body.
The rule about not touching, however, had to be broken for stability purposes. She was good at swimming, for sure, but she was going nowhere fast with her only movement coming from flushing the water around her back and forth, and a part of her was sure that doing so would draw some attention to her. Instead, her hooves went behind her to grab his hips.
"What'd you two think of that dive just now?"
Lap looked up, and one of the lifeguards was standing behind them. Immediately, she stopped moving as much as she could, though the coupon was still making her hips move. "G-good entry. I was a little concerned on the approach; I thought it was too slow, and you could see that in the spring as they launched almost fifteen degrees off, but they managed to save it mid-flight and make a smooth entry. I thought for sure they were going to flop."
The lifeguard nodded. "You have a good eye. Not only did you keep an eye on the diver, but you did it while having sex in my pool."
Immediately, she swallowed, and hard. She was going to be thrown out, for sure, now. Her career was over.
But the lifeguard didn't yell. He didn't shout, didn't scream, didn't even raise his voice. All he did was crouch down next to them. "I have the authority and a good reason to have you both ejected permanently for this. However, as Ms. Lap is such a regular customer here, I'm willing to overlook this particular indiscretion, for a favour..."
Liquid Lap shuddered. "What's the favour?" she asked quietly.
"I want a turn, of course."
"Sadly, her time belongs to me," answered the zebra. "I have her for the next two hours, you see..."
"In forty-five minutes, adult swim will be over, and you will need to stop, as there will be kids in the pool," answered the lifeguard. "I read the fine print on those coupons. The moment your exposure becomes indecent, the coupon is voided. As it would be if any children looked, which they will do as soon as I blow this whistle. Which means, if I blow this whistle and announce it, you, my stripey friend, will walk out of here right away having lost your coupon, and you, Ms. Lap, will be unable to use our lap pool for your training. So, are we going to rethink our most generous offer, or am I throwing you both out?"
"Can I just take you into the locker rooms once he's done?" whimpered Liquid Lap. She couldn't afford to be thrown out, but she also could not deny this zebra because of the enchantment.
"Unfortunately, that's my shift, and no amount of tight pussy is going to stop me from protecting those kids from drowning. Has to be now."
Tears began to stream down her face. She couldn't do anything anymore. The zebra had her until the end of adult swim, and then a bit longer, and if she didn't give that time to the lifeguard, which she could not choose to do, she would find herself on the ban list.
"She has a hoof she's not going to use," suggested the Zebra. "That is certainly a route you can choose."
With a strong smirk, the lifeguard slipped into the water. "Don't mind if I do..." He cozied up beside the zebra and leaned in, as if he were commentating on the dives to him. Compelled by the magic of the coupon, Lap's hoof drifted over to the lifeguard, slipping into his shorts and giving his sizable cock a good fondling.
"All of this is a wonderful surprise," grinned the zebra, turning to the lifeguard. "It's not often I engage around other guys."
"Don't think of me as just some guy, then," shrugged the lifeguard. "Or better yet, do. I'm not a guy who's just doing his job, I'm some guy that... loaned you my wife's arse, or something. A little lower, slut..."
Lap moved her hoof a bit lower, juggling his nuts in her hoof. She was still milking the zebra's cock with her pussy, but it wasn't long at all before she felt something grab her arse, giving it a squeeze.
"You know what the best thing about fucking a swimmer is?" asked the lifeguard. "Their bodies. It's a really good form of exercise that uses the whole body. So you know the moment you see their backstroke that they have a firm, well-toned arse."
"That sounds all well and good for you," shrugged the zebra. "I'd settle for a fatty; I'm here for the view. To have so many present, and be seen by so few... As long as I'm in public with somepony to screw."
"Dude, if you showed up around midnight, I'd show you some wild stuff we could do in public. I've brought a bunch of mares here after dark to teach them how to do mouth-to-balls resuscitation..."
Adult Swim 3: Public Rubbing
Liquid Lap did her best to focus on the diving, and not on the depth to which she was being plumbed. The zebra was perfectly content to go slowly, gyrating his hips lightly in the warm water. All she had to do was run out the clock. When the lifeguard on duty blew her whistle, the union would cause a sea of foals to jump into the pool, and that would violate the terms of the coupon, freeing her from his grasp.
"Oh, gryphons are the best," the lifeguard chuckled, still chatting quietly with the zebra. "I know those beaks look intimidating, but hear me out; they have no gag reflex. They can take the whole thing, every time."
"It's not the beak that has me on edge," answered the zebra. "It's their claws that have driven that wedge. Pinning them down is great for breeding, but if you don't do it right, you end up bleeding."
"Oh... I see. You're into the raw ones. I mostly go domestic. Hens that have their talons rounded down. I have a trusted hooficurist, if you'd like to try that out on a local gryphon. Assuming, of course, that you have another coupon?"
"I do, but how exactly would that work? How do I make the gryphon not strain and jerk? She'll be out of her bindings in no time flat, and come after me; I'm sure of that."
"Easy. Give the gryphon the coupon and pay the hooficurist. If you make the gryphon smile throughout, it should be over quickly, and with no questions asked. Then just take her to bed with no fear of being scratched. All goes well, you'll still have a good hour and a half to fill her right on up. Of course, she'd have to be a local to make the coupon work, and that means she'll likely either already be docile enough to not use her claws, already filed down to a blunt end, or both."
Lap rolled her eyes. It had been like this the whole time. All they talked about was how great sex was, and all the mares and such that they'd made do their bidding in one way or another. The lifeguard through trickery, and the zebra through conquest. She would have loved to hear more about his campaigns, as he'd mentioned three of the eight he'd said he'd been in, but all he talked about was the girls he'd won in the conflict. In the case of the gryphon, he'd mentioned that her husband wasn't even cold yet, that it had only been an hour before she was in irons and purchased for him for services rendered. But she wanted to hear about the fortress, instead, and how he'd managed to slink in from under the river that flowed through the fort.
"Less than five minutes left," mentioned the lifeguard. "You're going to want to pick it up if you don't want to be thrown out."
Lap had already picked up the pace of her stroke before he even finished talking. she needed him to finish. She was okay blueballing the zebra, but she couldn't afford not to take the lifeguard.
The zebra, however, was not okay with being blueballed. Letting go of the side of the pool with one hoof, he grabbed her by the hip and began to fuck her just a bit harder.
The extra movement led to much more splashing, and that was bad news for Lap. She had to lean forward to keep the noise level down, which meant craning her neck to stay above the water.
"Hey, hey, don't pull away," murmured the lifeguard. "I still have my whistle."
She was glad that her warm-up exercises included a lot of stretching and gave her a bit of flexibility, as twisting herself around to stay close to him would have been a huge pain for anypony else. She had half a mind to just announce herself to the whole pool and just move to another city. At least she'd never have to see this lifeguard again.
Thankfully, the zebra came pretty fast after edging for almost an hour, and before too long, she could feel herself being filled. Today wasn't a safe day, either. She could already be full of little swimmers, and unless she had a gaping hole in her cervix, the chlorine wasn't going to do anything about that.
"I'm done for now, but that was quite a show," said the zebra, pulling out and fitting his deflating member back into his shorts. He reached down and started to rub her slit, being just a bit more rough than she would like, though that may have been due to her sensitivity. "Finish him off, and you're free to go."
"Better hurry and bring over that pussy," he chuckled. "I don't finish by hoof easily. I'm a connoisseur."
She certainly wasn't doing that, as the zebra had a very firm grasp on her. There was only one thing to do.
With a deep breath, she went underwater, and for the first time, had a good look at the balls she'd been fondling. She moved her face up close to the tip and, without letting out her breath, took his cock, and a little bit of pool water, into her mouth.
She couldn't tell what was happening above the water, as all of the sound was muffled, but she could hear the rushing splash of the divers as they entered the water. None of that mattered, though. The only thing she needed to concentrate on were sucking this dick and making sure she finished before the whistle blew. She'd be able to hear that, she knew.
But she didn't quite make it. Just as he began to buck his hips and throb against her tongue, the whistle rang out. She kept him in her mouth as several splashes rang out above her as several kids jumped into the pool, just trying to swallow as her tears disappeared into the pool water. She was done for.
When he was calm and flaccid, she pulled up his shorts and adjusted her bikini bottom. The zebra had let go of her at the sound of the whistle, and she could feel the spell letting her go as she swam over to the other side of the pool before surfacing and climbing out.
However, the lifeguard was already there and waiting for her. "You just made it," he said. "Leave it to a swimmer to know how to hold her breath."
"Just keep it out of the papers," she sighed, moping off toward the locker room to collect her things.
"Oh, I'm not telling anypony. In fact, I'd like to invite you to come to the pool for practice during our off hours." He patted her shoulder. "Of course, you need a lifeguard present, and hey, I'm a lifeguard."
Liquid Lap shuddered. She knew she was going to regret this but... "Okay."
Moist Cake 1: Sweet Treats
* DING*
"Ope! That's the cupcakes done!"
Cupcake sauntered over to the oven and grabbed some oven mitts, offering them up to her zebra friend. For the past three days, she'd been teaching him how to make a panoply of patisseries. He had come in wanting to see how his baked goods stacked up against those he had conquered, something he did at the end of every campaign while on leave, and for the first time, he had been truly amazed.
Zebra cooking was all well and good, but it had a strong focus on herbs and spices, giving the whole cuisine a more savoury and often powerful taste. He'd been in a campaign against the donkeys, and due to their dietary requirements, had some of the more rich breads, and he'd fought the gryphons, leading him to simpler breads that were not made to stand alone, but rather to compliment their more meat-based diets. These ponies, though... He'd never even heard of cake until he came to Sugarcube Corner. He had to know how it was done.
As he pulled out the multiple trays and set them on the rack, Cupcake looked them over. "Do you think they're done, Sweetie?"
The zebra tapped his hoof against the trays and saw no wiggle. "Indeed, I'm sure these cakes are done. They only need cool, and they're ready to stun."
"Oh, no no no," chuckled Cupcake. "We have to ice them before they go out. But you're right, they are done. I'm glad to see you've graduated from toothpicks to being able to spot them by sight. It took a month for Carrot to learn how to do that."
"Our cornbread is done when the center is cooked. The same question for cakes should not be overlooked. Though a bread will not jiggle when shaken this way, and puddings and flans wobble all through the day. It's always important to know well your craft, especially when a new route is being graphed."
"Indeed so," smiled Cupcake. "So, you were telling me about your kids?"
"Two children I have, at home in my land. The oldest cares for the youngest, a gesture most grand. For while I'm away, I haven't a wife to ensure that they're making good choices in life."
"Oh, shouldn't you have gone home, then? I'm sure they'd rather their father was around."
"Well, their father's a deadbeat; that's how we all met. He sold them to me to pay off his debt. They were afraid, at first, being made into slaves, but I've cared for them dearly, and so they behave."
"So, they're adopted? That's actually very nice of you."
"Indeed, they make my house a home. I'm the best keeper they've ever known. But enough about me, what about you? Certainly, you must have children, too?"
"Oh, yes, the twins. Pound and Pumpkin, my two little sweethearts."
"Of which your husband is not the father."
Cupcake's eyes went wide, first in shock, then anger.
"Worry not, your bliss I won't bother. He doesn't know; that's plain to see, but you know of what the outcome would be."
"Why are you doing this?" asked Cupcake. "What do you hope to gain?"
"What I hope to gain, I've already earned. I'm returning the favour with a lesson learned. Honesty, you see, is good for the soul. You should be the one to tell him who's been in that hole. I won't tell him, but I know one who will, and from you, it would be a much easier pill."
Cupcake took a breath. "With all due respect, I don't appreciate being accused of cheating on my husband. Now, we here in Ponyville believe in being friendly to each other, but if you want to be rude, I don't like having you in my kitchen. You can see yourself out, sir."
"Ah, but I shan't be leaving just yet. I still have a task, or did you forget?"
"Icing the cupcakes, yes," snarled Cupcake. "It's not a complicated task. I already taught you how to pipe rosettes, and that's all you have to do. I'll have a disposable piping bag with some mint buttercream frosting sent to your hotel room, along with the cupcakes in a box. Out."
"Ah, very well," sighed the zebra, taking three steps toward the door before turning around. "But before I run, there is one more thing that needs to be done."
"I already told you--"
"No, no, that is not what I ask. I have for you a different task." He pulled out a coupon and presented it to her.
"Oh, shit..."
"You are right to be concerned. This is a lesson that must be learned. While unicorns and pegasi are in your genes, a zebra foal is outside of his means. One way or another, he'll learn the truth, whether by confession, or in a manner uncouth. Honesty, or just more schlock? Tell him now, or take my cock."
Cupcake didn't know how to respond. She felt herself being compelled both to the floor, and also the door. If she wanted to, she could go out into the main dining area and tell her husband, and everypony in the store, that Pound and Pumpkin were conceived by his brother, Fudgecake, after they'd had a big fight. When she found out she was pregnant, she had orchestrated it so that they had sex immediately after returning, even though she was still mad at him and still thought he was wrong, which he was. He had apologised for losing the client, but she had never told him whose kids he was caring for.
Instead, she turned around, bent over, raised her tail, and pulled apart her legs. She was going to tell him the truth. The whole truth. But not all at once. First, she was going to tell him about how the zebra she had been teaching used a coupon on her, exactly as they had feared when they first found out about it. Then, she was going to tell him whether or not she was pregnant from it. If he didn't throw a huge fit, she would very seriously consider telling him the whole truth, but in short little bursts, not all at once.
Either way, she was screwed. At least this route was more gentle a descent...
Moist Cake 2: Sour Grapes
The very first thing the zebra commissar did with Mrs. Cake was to squeeze her arse. She was fairly plump, and her arse was soft and jiggly. He couldn't resist feeling it in his hooves.
"H-hurry up!" she shuddered, unable to hide her trembling moan. "I still have to work..."
"Ah, but we have a whole two hours to ourselves. From here in the kitchen to those pantry shelves, I'm going to ride you in a manner you've not felt; a way often reserved for those more svelte."
"I'm not fat!" she called back.
"Lies and more lies, that's what you have given. It's a wonder that, from you, Carrot hasn't been driven."
Before Cupcake could respond, the zebra was inside of her, balls deep in a single thrust. He was way bigger than her husband, and she let out a loud yelp as she was stretched beyond her normal limits. She could do little more than grit her teeth and whimper as he pulled back and thrust again, his hips clapping loudly against her voluminous arse.
Pressing his body against hers, he reached around her waist and grabbed her tits, squeezing and yanking them roughly. He was more aggressive with them than even her children had been when they were feeding.
Thankfully, he didn't last long, and he pulled out before he came. It was powerful enough that it shot right over her head.
"Thank Celestia. You can go now."
"Go?" The zebra laughed. "My dear, I'm not done, yet. This was merely to opening of my set. That was the easy part, I'm sure you'll agree, after spending some time taking good care of me." Smacking her jelly roll, he circled around her and sat down on the floor. "I've come to learn much of you pony folk. What I've learned, I shall evoke. You're attracted to shiny things; pearl necklaces and diamond rings. You enjoy many comforts in life; nice furniture and houses, and superficial strife. You can grow a fat arse and have enormous teats."
"Hey!"
"And you cannot keep your mouth from watering at sweets."
As he said this last line, a drizzle of caramel sauce, still warm, but not hot, drizzled down onto his cock and balls. A small rosette was placed at the tip in whipped cream, and a round chocolate wafer was placed in the cream, almost looking like a Prince Albert piercing.
Cupcake grimaced at this. Fudgecake had done almost the same thing the night after their affair. The difference was, Fudgecake had been much smaller. But this time, she wasn't compelled by her emotions to laugh at the display, she was compelled by the coupon to taste him.
She started at his balls, licking up the syrup that was about to drip down to the floor. It didn't taste exactly like syrup, and likewise, it shouldn't have. It tasted like syrup mixed with ball sweat. What with the ovens being on and a lot of movement, he'd worked up quite a sweat.
It was rare that she tasted this. Usually, Carrot would shower before coming to bed. He had said it was because he didn't like being dirty, as being clean gave him the confidence to provide for his family as a trusted food service worker. Knowing that he was able to support his family was a huge turn-on for him. And he would never cover his balls in caramel syrup.
Slowly, she moved her way up his dick, slurping and lapping up the sweet and salty mixture of fluids. Some of his cum dribbled down his dick, which she was forced to lap up, as well.
When she reached the tip, she bit down on the cookie, chewing it up and swallowing it. She tried to bite his dick, too, but the spell was stronger than she was. The very second her lips touched his tip, she could feel it being sucked into her mouth. She was able to nibble playfully, but unable to actually bite down with any degree of force.
"It is a shame that your husband's not here," smiled the zebra, earning him a scowl from Cupcake as she tongued his urethra. "Scoot closer, I'll help you feel that he's near."
Cupcake shook her head, but her arse moved over until he was within reach. The good news was that she didn't have to look at his face anymore. The bad news was, he had access to her arse, now.
He started off easy enough, massaging her cunt with his hoof, groping and smacking her arse as she sucked the last of the whipped cream and cookie crumbs out of the caramel sauce. Before too long, however, she felt something pressing hard against her tailhole. She couldn't tell what it was, only that it was very wide, very hard, and very cold. It wasn't his dick; that was swabbing at her throat. But it wasn't supposed to go there, she knew for sure.
He pressed harder, and it began to part her sphincter and slip in. It was only wide at first, and once the lumpy rod had made it past the first swollen section, it seemed to slide right in. It was very big; of that, she could be sure. Or so she thought, anyway. She wasn't in the habit of taking things up her butt. She'd been told that it felt amazing, that it was the most painful thing she would ever feel, that it was wrong and evil, that it was the oldest and still most effective form of birth control, and that it was an idea as crazy as letting somepony stick it in her ear. However, she'd never done it.
"What was that?" she panted as she came up for air.
"I told you, it was your husband, dear." The zebra pushed forward a bag of carrots. "This whole time, you'll feel him wedged in your rear."
"He's not an actual carrot, that's just his name..."
"I obviously know that. Do you think me a fool? I could have been nice, but you wanted me cruel. Talking to him could have solved this whole thing, and you chose to have another extramarital fling. Until I am done here, I own all of your holes. Now, let's fill you up with a load of new foals..."
Exhibition Match 1: Most Valuable Pony
"We're working on a solution to the problem."
Celestia's briefing echoed again in Spitfire's ears as she paced in her office. She had, herself, been dealing with the fallout since it had started. Of course, her aggressive and domineering personality had dissuaded any zebras from approaching her during her operations, and her status as a national celebrity has made it very difficult for any particularly strong-willed zebras to approach her.
Granted, she wouldn't particularly mind letting a zebra ravage her, if she was allowed to consent to it. If she had some say in the events, She would pin him to the floor, slip a condom over his cock, and ride him until she was satisfied. She didn't hate the zebras, or even dislike them. Except, of course, the ones who had speared her soldiers during the Fillydelphia defense. Which was quite a few of them, really, but she didn't hold it against them. It was their job, and ponies die in such conflicts. Still, her disdain for them stemmed from the loss of her soldiers, not their race.
She took a deep breath and shook her head, trying to dislodge that thought. Her Wonderbolts had fought bravely, and had managed to repel the zebras from Fillydelphia. It was one of the few cities that had survived and even repelled the zebra onslaught, and had not fallen. She'd only served to deter them and force them into Baltimare, which admittedly had fallen, but she couldn't protect everypony, and she'd led her team to the third major victory in the whole campaign. She'd won four other battles and only lost once, and that was because she'd failed to mobilise her troops in time, and they had arrived to defend an already-captured city.
She flopped down in her chair and glanced up at the bourbon decanter. Her predecessor had turned to it when he was feeling down, but she shook her head. That was for celebrations, and she could celebrate when this issue was solved. But as long as the ponies she was supposed to be protecting were in danger that the law couldn't do anything about just yet, there was no time for celebrating.
A knock at her door drew her attention. "Come in."
Soarin hovered in, his leg still in a sling after what he'd done at the battle of Canterlot. As much as she considered him a goofball and a show-off, he had jumped in front of a catapult to save Fleetfoot's life, even after she'd called him a "Thecthist Thun of a Bitth."
"Are you almost ready?" he asked, not venturing much further than the door.
Spitfire looked up at the clock. She'd been so anxious about what was going to happen that she'd lost several hours to just pacing back and forth. So many hours, in fact, that she'd forgotten to sleep through the night. Now she had to do her show on no sleep.
"Close the door."
Soarin hovered in a bit more and closed the door behind him "Ma'am?"
"I didn't sleep last night. I was thinking about yesterday's claim. I feel like we should be doing more, but I can't figure out how."
Soarin hovered closer. "Do you want to just cancel the event? We can tell the press that there was an emergency that demanded your attention."
Spitfire shook her head. "Don't cancel. Don't tell anypony about this, either. I'm entrusting this information to you, and only to you. If I should strain myself out there, pull the plug."
Soarin shrank down. "On your life support?"
"No! I mean on the cameras. The event. If I should, by your discretion, be unable to perform, you are to stop the show, call a medic, and inform them that my inability to perform is due to the condition in which I started. Not until then, okay?"
"I don't--"
"That's an order."
Soarin took a deep breath. "Okay."
"Good. Let's go."
"Not yet," answered Soarin. "If you're set on doing this in your condition, I'm taking you in a chariot. And we're not leaving until you've had some coffee."
The event started off simple. It wasn't a big show, really, but the preliminary meet-and-greet was very popular. Since the Wonderbolts had been engaged in the conflict when it had been happening, the scheduled start of the flight show season had been postponed, though all pre-purchased tickets were honored.
There were a few seats at the Wonderbolts' table that were not filled, as the holders of their seats were either too injured to attend, still suffering psychological trauma from seeing the horrors before them, or in the case of Swift Striker, dead. In his place sat a memorial wreath, as well as a stack of flowers from his fans that had already overflowed off the table.
Soarin, Fleetfoot and Thunder Smash were the only ones sitting at the table with Spitfire, as a result. Other teams with no military affiliation were there, such as the Washouts, the Shadow Bolts, the Redwings and the Rough Cuts. The Redwings were down two chairs from last year, having been uncomfortable with attending, seeing as how it was a select team of gryphons that had started the fight. While they were not affiliated, they didn't want to be blamed, so they were holding back. The Rough Cuts, an all-dragon team, was more than happy to take the extra chairs to show off their new team members.
Now, since this was a public event, and there were children everywhere, Spitfire was confident that this was a safe space. Even the training exhibition after the signing would be away from any zebras, as the field was up in the sky where they could not tread. This was for safety reasons, as it prevented any falls from being fatal. But to help the spectators spectate, there were cameras above broadcasting to screens here on the ground.
The first two hours went fine, with Spitfire going through six cups of coffee, always brought out by Soarin as they signed autographs and talked to the fans. She was feeling a bit jittery when it was time to head up, but at least she was awake. The coffee was keeping her up, and the kids telling her how heroic she was had boosted her confidence. She was proud and ready to perform.
As she stood up, though, her sudden shift in movement shifted her bladder, and before she could mount the chariot that would take her up to the performing field, she had to stop by the little fillies' room.
She took a moment to splash her face with cold water after washing her hooves, looking up into the mirror and giving herself a short pep talk. "Yes! Yes! I can win! I feel great! I! Can! Do! This! Hyeeeaa--"
"What are you doing?"
She turned and blushed, clearing her throat and composing herself in front of Lightning Dust. "Morale boost," she said, finding her pride. "Every member of my team is an unstoppable flying machine, and sometimes, we need to be reminded of how easy it's going to be to kick your arse."
"Perhaps you could do it a bit quieter? Ponies are trying to take a shit in here; shed off two pounds before doing the aerobatics."
"Whatever," scoffed Spitfire. "I'm done, anyway."
Drying her hooves, she opened the door, coming face-to-face with a zebra. He had a coupon.
"Damn it all..."
Exhibition Match 2: Victory
Spitfire very often competed in these things, and almost always, she was with a partner or two. But Fleetfoot was undergoing psychiatric care, and Soarin was injured, so today, she was flying alone. Rather than focusing in of her synchronicity and providing support to cover the failings of her peers; that is, Soarin being a goofball and show-off that had to focus in, and Fleetfoot being so competitive that she needed somepony to restrain her, Spitfire was free to fly as she pleased.
She was way ahead of her usual placement because of this. As a soloist, Spitfire was, hooves-down, the best flyer in all of Equestria, and perhaps even the world. She had seen parts of herself in other ponies, of course. Her loyalty in Soarin and Rainbow Dash, her competitive spirit in Fleetfoot and Lightning Dust... But none of them came close to her in raw skill. Or refined skill, for that matter.
It was the final lap of the final race, with everything on the field. Right now, the only pony able to keep pace with her was Lightning, and she was about to leave her in the dust.
"You're still pretty spry, for an old lady!" shouted Lightning, just barely lagging behind. "Don't you think it's time you hang up the crown?!"
Spitfire didn't say anything back, she just chuckled. There was something she knew about the moving pillars in the slalom. The refs knew it, and Rainbow Dash knew it, being the only pony to make it to a one-on-one race with her and be this far ahead at this time, but the final weave had a delay when it was just starting up. Since they'd made it here so fast, the beams hadn't begun yet, but they were about to, and being even half a second off could mean the first jolt would strike them. And that's just what Spitfire was counting on.
She heard the sudden rush in her ears, and immediately, she knew. Bank left seventy-five degrees, pitch up five degrees, pull in her hooves. Lightning Dust, just like Rainbow Dash, was so sure of herself that she'd not altered her vector and had smacked face-first into a cloud pillar, and was knocked off-course, while Spitfire had missed the suddenly-moving post by mere millimetres.
She turned the bank into a roll and managed to weave through the remaining pillars with ease, crossing the finish line in first place. Not that it mattered, of course. She'd done so well in all of the other events that she could have come in last and still qualified. Of course, that would mean that the Redwings would qualify, and as this was their last chance to make the cut, they were out of the league this year, replaced by the Ivy Rushes. Being down two players had really been a detriment to them. She'd offer them her condolences, of course, as she was a good sport, but she thought it might be best if they were to have a good excuse for not playing this season, to keep tempers from flaring too high.
Soarin approached the podium, arriving as the last contestant crossed the finish line. Usually, this was Spitfire's job, but today was certainly not a normal day, even among league qualifications. "Well done, everypony, for this wonderful display of sportsponyship and physical prowess. To the eight teams that qualified, we look forward to seeing what else you have for us in the coming year. To those who didn't make the cut, we hope this doesn't dissuade you from competing next year. And now, I'd like to turn things over to Major Spitfire, the captain of our top team this year."
There was a loud round of applause as Spitfire approached the microphone. Last year, and four of the nine years before, she had skipped the introduction, as she was both the presenter and the team captain, and just skipped to the speech after the platitudes. "Thank you, Soarin. I would just like to say that we have a wonderful lineup this year, and I look forward to seeing them in action throughout the season. And to those that didn't quite make the cut, I can say with absolute certainty that you are all great competitors, and I offer my condolences for your loss. Speaking of, I'd like to take a moment of silence in remembrance of those lost this past year. Though they may be gone, they live on in our hearts."
The entire stadium was silent for a minute and a half, with heads bowed in solidarity. Not everypony participated, of course, as Spitfire could hear whispering behind her and saw some ponies in the stands not standing still, but she wasn't about to call them out for being disrespectful. She was going to show her respect, and that was what mattered.
"Thank you. That is all."
Soarin motioned to the camera crew, who cut the feed to the monitors below. Immediately, Spitfire felt her loins set ablaze as the zebra who had presented his coupon walked out onto the field.
"Are there any children in the audience?" she called out. No answer came. It was all adults. "As a special aftershow, I will now have intercourse with this zebra while all of you watch."
There was a brief moment of silence in the crowd, followed by the most raucous cheering Spitfire had ever heard.
Soarin ran up to her, a panicked look on his face. "Are you crazy?!"
"No," answered Spitfire. "He had a coupon. Legally, I have to do this."
"Didn't you say that no mare should be forced to do this?" he argued. "I'll find a loophole."
"No, you won't," answered Spitfire. "He doesn't know who I am. This wasn't his idea. You're going to find out whose idea this was. You have until his time is up; two hours after penetration. I can only hold him for half an hour after that, so work fast."
Soarin swallowed. "Are you sure about this?"
Spitfire smiled. "I'll live, Soarin. Now, you have your orders. Hop to it, soldier."
With a strong salute, something he had to sit down for so as not to faceplant, he turned and started waving the other competitors off the field as the zebra took his place.
"Now," said Spitfire, grabbing the microphone. "Who wants to see me swallow this cock?"
Exhibition Match 3: Public Affair
The crowd was screaming, cheering and chanting her name in time with Spitfire's movements. Physically, she was exhausted already, and she was running on adrenaline and fumes. A small voice in the back of her head was telling her, "this is a bad idea." But she could barely hear it over a louder voice screaming "yeah, no shit, Sherclop!"
As she came up to catch her breath, she looked around. Soarin was standing just off the field, talking to a few of the cadets that had come along but weren't allowed to participate because they were still in training. As soon as Rainbow Dash and Thunderlane flew off in opposite directions, he turned back to her and waved with a smile.
At first, she wanted to scowl through her forced smile, but it didn't take much thought to see that he was handling things pretty well, in his goofy, silly sort of way. Her first thought was that she'd asked him to do one thing, and that was to find out who did this. But then she remembered that she'd asked him to keep an eye on her and rescue her if she fell. He couldn't leave her side. Having the other Wonderbolts cast a wider net was brilliant, and his smile and wave made it look like this was all planned out. She smiled and waved back before grabbing the microphone.
"I think that's enough foreplay," she said, stroking the zebra's mast with her hoof. "I think it's time to show you what you all came to see!"
She stood up on her back hooves, her chest heaving as she slowly unzipped her jumpsuit. She could feel the waning power of the coupon over her as the zebra became less and less enthused about the idea. It was clear that he was having second thoughts about this, as it wasn't the way he had intended for things to go. She was still compelled to have sex with him in front of the screaming spectators, but he was obviously suffering from stage fright.
That wasn't going to stop her, though. Peeling back her jumpsuit, she let her skin breathe. She was all sweaty and sticky, and her fur was all matted. She even flopped her breasts around, riling up the crowd before standing up, lifting her tail, and pulling away the jumpsuit stuck to her hind end.
As embarrassing as this was, and as it was supposed to be, Spitfire was very good at tuning out the crowd. As the latex pulled away from her body, she just focused on the cold air instantly chilling her sweaty pussy lips. The shock of the cold air was exhilarating, and that was enough to keep her going, just a little bit longer.
The roar of the crowd flooded back into her ears as she tossed her jumpsuit aside. She looked around, waving her hooves as if urging them to raise that volume, which they certainly did. Her display had stopped Rainbow Dash in her tracks, her jaw hanging limply on her bright red face as she stared at her stunning body.
Spitfire blew a kiss at Rainbow, both drawing her back into her work and promising that they'd talk about this later; maybe in the shower. She turned and blew a kiss to Soarin, who wasn't watching her for once, as he'd just been given a clipboard. His third job, as officiant, was calling him.
Spitfire climbed on top of the zebra and stood over him. "You ready to be ridden, cowboy?"
He nodded.
She plunged him into her depths, holding him tightly inside of her. "Good. Because thousands of pegasi are watching this, judging you on your performance, and a lot of them aren't impressed."
Immediately, she felt the spell break as he turned flaccid. He wasn't retracting, yet, but she wasn't going to let him, either. Nor was she going to let him cum and run. Now, she was the one in control, and she was going to keep it that way. She may have been forced to take this position, but now that she was here, she would be the one doing the forcing.
It started with some grinding. He was still inside of her, held down by her hooves, but she needed him at least semi-firm. He had to be structurally sound enough that she could separate from him. At the very least, the mic had been returned to the stand, so she could say whatever she wanted.
"I know you were put up to this," she whispered, glaring into his eyes. He was shocked, and more importantly, scared. "You thought this was going to be easy; that I'd just roll over and let you plow my mound in front of all of these ponies? Well, guess what, bitch boy? Momma's in charge, now, and you'd better do exactly as I say. If you refuse, I can make this a thousand times worse for you. Comply, and I will rock your world. Do I make myself clear?"
He nodded sheepishly. She'd only managed to firm him up a little bit, but it was enough to start moving her hips up and down, slurping at his cock with her pussy. He really was quite large, and if he were doing more than just lying there, she might have even enjoyed him. But she had work to do and a show to put on, so she rode him like a talking dildo.
"Who hired you?"
"I don't know, they never showed their face. They wore a hood and had us meet in a public place. They paid me to come and freak you out, so you wouldn't do as well in this bout."
"Tampering with a sports team is a crime. The coupon wouldn't allow you to do that."
"I told them that, but they disagreed; that I'd neither cause you to lose nor lessen your speed. I was just supposed to keep your mind off the field. But now I don't know if I can keep it concealed."
"As well, you shouldn't," growled Spitfire. "However, your compliance has been noted. For that, I'm not going to charge you with indecent exposure, coercion, or bribery. You're under arrest for accessory to fraud."
With those words, she shouted out the biggest, loudest fake orgasm she'd ever performed, then fell down on top of his chest. Immediately, Soarin rushed to her side, and the last words she had before passing out due to exhaustion were "Book him, Soarin..."
Exhibition Match 4: Pyrrhic Victory
Spitfire awoke with a groan to the sound of crinkling. She was stuck to some kind of plastic sheet underneath her, that was draped over her bed. She could tell it was her bed because the springs were worn out in a specific pattern that matched her usual position. Also, when she opened her eyes, her bedside table was sitting next to her wall.
"You're up," came Soarin's voice. A glance behind her saw him in a folding chair that he must have brought in. "I bet you slept well. If not, you can always just roll over. You still have five hours until first call."
"Why aren't you asleep?"
Soarin chuckled. "I'm under orders to make sure my commanding officer recovers properly. Plus, I'm on medical leave, technically, so I really only came to officiate the races."
She nodded and sat up. The plastic sheet came up with her. "What is this?"
"It's a plastic mattress protector. I used to wet the bed as a colt, and my mom used one of these to make sure the springs didn't rust." He paused for a moment, then added, "Not this one, specifically. This one's new. I just didn't want to damage your nice sheets, so I had Thunderlane pick one up. Turns out, they use these in the infirmary, so it didn't even take five minutes."
She peeled it away from her body and stood up. She was very sore, as one would be if they had just flown a pentathlon and continued to work her body after not sleeping for awhile. Her joints popped and clicked audibly, most notably, her spine, as it settled into its new mobile position.
"You need any help?" asked Soarin, standing up and running to her side.
"Not yet, but stay close," she said, grabbing his shoulder. She straightened herself out and then let go. "I have questions."
"Sure. Ask away."
"First, where's my jumpsuit?"
"I sent it to be cleaned and sanitised. It should be ready by now."
"The zebra?"
"He's been detained. He's not under arrest, we just don't want him going anywhere until we confirm the information he gave us."
"And what information did he give?" asked Spitfire, making her way to the door. "Walk and talk. I need to hit the showers."
"Well, he revealed his partner, and he's under investigation right now."
"Did you say "he?""
"Yeah. It was apparently a stallion. One Short Fuse."
"The one I dismissed because he wouldn't attend the anger management seminars?"
"That's our guess right now. He said he never learned their name, but it was a short pony with a stallion voice that kept calling you "a bitchy stuck-up dyke.""
"Soarin!"
"His words, not mine..."
She sighed. "Yeah, that sounds like him. He has a motive, too."
"We're bringing him in for questioning. Celestia herself has approved a warrant. Not a full warrant, mind you, we're only allowed to arrest him, let him know that he was under investigation, and bring him in for questioning. We're going to have the zebra confirm his voice, too. If it's him, we'll apply for a stronger warrant; one that'll let us search his home and workplace."
"And then what?"
"The zebra's been offered a deal. If his information is accurate, he's free to go. Why hold onto "accessory to tampering" when we could have both "tampering" and "Conspiracy to commit tampering?" He won't go completely free, and we won't clear all the charges, because it's still a misdemeanor, but no jail time and a reduced fine is definitely going to feel like a slap on the wrist."
"Good. I don't want to dissuade him from coming back."
Soarin leaned forward. "Ma'am?"
"He has a great cock, Soarin. Perhaps he might even be able to use it when there aren't a thousand screaming fans watching him and judging his every move. He could be a good lay, and I could use a good dicking every once in a while."
Soarin practically fell over when he heard that. When Spitfire turned back to smirk at him, his face was beet-red, and he had lifted one of his back legs to hide his erection. It put him in a very precarious stance.
"Leg down, Soarin. You still need to stand up."
As he lowered his leg, she caught a glimpse of it before turning around and continuing to walk. It was alright, but nothing worth writing home about.
"I'm not always a hard-arse. You know me better than that. Long before I was a Wonderbolt, I was a filly. After becoming a Wonderbolt, I became a mare. And the fact of the matter is, I am a mare. And you? You're a stallion. I've excused you when you needed to wet your dick, no judgement. Should I not be afforded the same treatment?"
"Uh... Well," muttered Soarin, trying very hard not to stare. "I mean, I was off with my marefriend, and I'm pretty sure you don't know this guy's name."
"Fair enough," shrugged Spitfire. "I'm just sexually frustrated, that's all. A string of bad partners, and so forth. This one at least has potential, even if he's not going to be great. But I just faked an orgasm in front of thousands of ponies, so I either need to fulfil that missed opportunity or let the disappointment taper off. Until then, I'm just going to be unfulfilled. and maybe a little bit horny. So, expect me to be irritable."
"I could set you up with a date?" offered Soarin. "There're some nice guys out there."
Spitfire shook her head and stopped in front of the mares' locker room door. "Not looking for romance, Soarin. I'm looking for a stallion with a big dick, who knows how to use it. If you were just a bit bigger, that'd be you. Nothing personal, mind you. I like you as a friend, maybe one day as a cucky coltfriend. But this isn't about how good of a pony you are. This is about my needs, and finding a stallion to fulfil those needs. I can handle it from here. You're dismissed."
With a nod, Soarin walked off toward his own locker room to wrap his cast for a shower of his own. Spitfire did like him, but he was just too small to suit her needs. He just wasn't right for her, sexually.
However, there was somepony in the locker room already, rubbing herself with a very large strap on, moaning softly. "Spitfire..." she breathed, panting and sighing. Perhaps what Spitfire needed wasn't a stallion, per se, but rather, somepony with stallion parts...
"Having a nice shower, Rainbow Dash?"
The Marital Bed 1: Team Effort
Cadance brought down her hoof. "Seventeen, and you will have them ready by Monday. I'll not hear anymore of this, your case is finished."
As the two ponies turned and walked out of the Crystal Court, Shining put a hoof on his wife's shoulder. "Do you really think that was the best solution?"
"Not remotely," she sighed. "Honestly, they should have just stuck to the contract. And they should have drafted a better contract. If they come back, I'm absolutely going to fine them both rather severely, because it's pretty obvious that they're both trying to defraud each other. This is their last chance to prove that they can cohabitate in the same district. Either run your businesses like professionals, or find a cell in the dungeon. Preferably, one of the clean ones."
"You're stressed," he breathed, stroking her mane. "In through the nose, out through the mouth."
Cadance performed her breathing exercises, working to calm herself. "I'm fine, Shining. I'll make it through the day, no problem. Send in the next one!"
The doors opened, and five zebras walked in. This was an interesting scenario. She didn't often see zebras in her court, nor did she often see anymore than three parties in any case. She sometimes saw four when the issue was between two foals and their parents had to escort them, but five zebras was two rare sights at the same time.
"My, my... This is an unexpected turn of events..."
Even more unexpected, they did not separate. Instead, they approached as one, with the one in front pulling out a stack of paper. "Princess Cadance of the crystal throne. We have come to hear you moan. The five of us have come together to ride your horn and ruffle your feathers. Take us to your room of fun, where you will pleasure us, one-by-one."
As Shining stood up and opened his mouth, one of the zebras at the back held up another sheet of paper. "Shining Armor, you'll come along, and catch the drippings from our dongs. You will lie down on the bed, with her cunt dripping on your head."
Cadance stood up. "Alright, boys, follow me. We're going to the royal bedchambers."
As she hopped off of her throne and made her way to the door, some of the zebras pumped their hooves. They hadn't been sure that this crazy plan of theirs would work. They didn't know if it was because four of them had come together to enact it, or if she was just subject to the same rules as everypony else, but it worked. She and Shining Armor were now their personal whores for the next two hours.
The group made their way to the bedroom, which had a bed big enough for all of them. Immediately, Shining flopped down on the mattress, stuffing one of the pillows under his head while looking up. Cadance climbed on top of him, as if to sixty-nine with him, but that wasn't on the docket right now. She was just going to hover over his face, as commanded.
"So," she smirked, turning her face back to the group and lifting her tail to show that she was already dripping. "Which of you boys is going to fill me up, first?"
The zebra that had done the presenting stepped forward. "I believe that honour belongs to me. I was the one to suggest this, you see."
"No, it's mine," said another, stepping forward. "All the hours I've clerked... If I hadn't planned it, this wouldn't have worked."
"You're both very wrong," said another. "I provided the means. Without my help, you'd be fondling your own beans."
As they fell into a heated argument, Cadance called back to them. "You're all going to have a turn. Are we going to spend all day arguing, wasting your time, or are we going to start soon?" The room fell silent. "I'll pick, in a way that's fair." She brought over a hat and reached in. Despite having put nothing into the hat, she withdrew a sheet of paper and unfolded it. Then a second one. "Okay. You in front of me, you behind me," she said, pointing to the smallest one and then the biggest one.
With a shrug, they took their places on the bed. They were already firming up, having gone from tucked away in the courtroom in case their plan failed, to fully erect as they were planning out what they were going to do in the bedroom, to soft and floppy during the argument as to who was going first.
"Let's fix this, shall we?" smiled Cadance, rubbing the cock of the one in front of her with her hoof, her chest brushing softly against Shining's growing arousal. Slowly, the zebra began to twitch, his hoof finding her ear as he began to point his cock at her.
Meanwhile, the big one came up behind her. He didn't need much, with Cadance winking at him, to become hard again. Rubbing his dick against Shining's nose and knowing he couldn't do anything to stop it didn't hurt, either. He was rock hard in less than a minute, and as he plunged his turgid cock into her quivering pussy, Cadance let out such a gasp that the smaller zebra was easily able to see inside of, and thusly enter, her mouth.
Shining scowled up at the sight above him. A big, heavy pair of black balls was swinging in front of his face, being driven into and subsequently pulled away from his wife's dripping marehood. It dripped right onto his face, as the zebras had demanded. Her arousal landed in his nose, tickling as it ran down his face. If this was to be his role while they were here, to have water, or rather, something analogous to water, dripping on his face, he wouldn't last. Instead, he stuck his tongue out as far as it could go, lapping like a dog at the fluid dripping down his nose. Such was his role.
Cadance moaned as the zebra in front of her used her horn as leverage, thrusting as deep into her mouth as he could. He was the smallest one, and she couldn't fault him for that, but he was clean, he was earnest, and he was melting at the feeling of her tongue cradling his balls. She was going to make him cum, but only when she was good and ready.
The Marital Bed 2: Dripping Down
Cadance, well-practised in the art of dick pleasing, made short work of the zebras, making them all pop off, except the small one, who she was edging the whole time with her mouth. She could feel in him a lack of confidence stemming from his smaller size, and when every other zebra had finished, she invited him around back to finish the same way his friends had, only at a much higher volume, having let it build up. The whole thing was over in five minutes; not because they were lacking in skills, but because she was so well-versed that she was able to completely overcome them with her magnificent pussy.
This was much to Shining's chagrin, as in just as many minutes, his left eye had been stuck shut. If he were to open his eye, a big glob of cum would drip down into it, and he didn't want that. Granted, he wasn't quite so happy lapping up whatever cum dripped down within range of his tongue, but the smell of his wife's pheromones was starting to invoke in him an arousal, in spite of the situation.
Once every zebra had taken his turn, Cadance wiggled her hips, drizzling Shining's face even more. "Okay, boys. Now that we've learned to take turns, who's going to try out my arse?"
With a lot of them still recovering, only the leader of the group stepped forward. "Joining together was my idea," he said again. "I'll lead the group like in Abyssinia."
"Ooh, a cat campaign!" chuckled Cadance. "A fearless leader delving deeply into my moist cave. Tally-ho, my striped master!"
He couldn't help but think that she was making fun of him, but that didn't deter him. If anything, he was just going to fuck her harder for that. He was still going to take her arse.
As he slipped in, he found it to be unlike any other arsehole he had ever been inside of. While they were supposed to be tight, and she was still pretty snug, it wasn't so tight that he had trouble entering. In fact, he had so little trouble entering her arse that he slipped out completely on the pull out, as if she were over-lubricated. Which was especially weird, considering that the only lube he was using was her pussy juice.
What was causing this slickness was, unbeknownst to the zebra, the smoothness of Cadance's anal sphincter. While most ponies, even the more promiscuous ones, had their muscles holding the hole closed with little crimps of skin, Cadance's crimps were tiny and straight, and all of equal size. Cadance had the smoothest arsehole of any pony in existence, and her fine muscle control in that area just added to the smoothness of the zebra's entrance.
While he was still reeling from the completely unique feeling that was the inside of Cadance's arse, she opted to show her fine muscle control. With no warning at all, she started using only her interior muscles to milk his cock, causing him to gasp out in shock. He couldn't pull out, either, as she was gripping him tightly by the base. He was stuck inside of her, unable to fight back as she gyrated and vibrated, without showing any movement externally but the warping of her abdomen and the gentle wiggling of her breasts. To any onlooker, she would just be sitting there, and he'd be going crazy solely from being inside of her. It was a very embarrassing situation to be in.
When he was just about to cum, she let go, and the zebra fell backward a single step, slipping out just in time to spray five thick, heavy ropes of cum across Shining's face and chest.
"I think she might be too good at sex," whispered the clerk worriedly. "I've changed my mind; you can go next."
The big one shook his head. "Last time I was inside her, I finished too fast. You all can exhaust her; I want to go last."
"You're acting like babies," scoffed the small one, "and have the stamina to match. I will go next; I have the most skills in this batch."
Cadance sighed softly. Perhaps she had given him too much confidence. It was time to humble him again. While the leader had taken only two minutes to cum the second time, she had only been punishing him for being greedy. With the little one mouthing off to his friends, downright insulting them, she put all of her power into making him cum as fast as possible.
As soon as his tip touched her arsehole, she sucked him in so hard that the friction between him and the bedsheets burned his knees. She clamped down on his dick, fondled his balls with her hoof, and massaged his shaft with all of the force that her arsehole could muster. He barely made it ten seconds before being removed, spraying a load straight up into the air. Some of it landed on the small of her back, but most of it splattered right onto Shining's face.
As the small zebra walked away with a slight limp, his dick suddenly sore and his pride outright damaged, Cadance turned around and wiggled a bit. "You do know I can take all five of you at once, right? I don't remember whose plan it was to take turns anymore, but all of this arguing is softening my husband's erection."
That was almost a lie. He didn't care about the arguing; in fact, he was almost in favour of it, but he was harder than ever.
"This one-at-a-time shit is starting to turn boring. You're boring me. Congrats, you all made sex boring."
"I told you," said the clerk. "She's too much for us to handle. Against her prowess, we can't hold a candle."
"That's because you all tried to do me separately," snorted Cadance. "Against all five of you at once, though... I may just find that challenging enough to be fun."
"I'm going to need a minute or two," huffed the leader, still not recovered from her arse's assault. "In the meantime, what would you propose we do?"
Cadance sat up, rubbing her cunt on Shining's face to work herself up while she considered where she wanted everypony. After a moment, she smiled. "Okay. You all are going to do as I say."
The Marital Bed 3: Level Playing Field
"Okay. Are we all ready?"
Cadance looked around at all of the zebras. She had an opportunity to cheat, and start milking two of them before sounding the start, but she already had a big leg up on them in the form of her overwhelming skill. Since they were being good sports about it this time, she was even considering giving them a headstart.
The smallest zebra was beneath her, literally lying on top of Shining Armor. His balls were resting gently on Shining's chin, While Shining's cock was draped over his shoulder. He had been put there because his smaller size made him the only one that could avoid twisting Shining's erection by lying in top of it while simultaneously not crushing the prince's trachea with his arse.
Behind her, the biggest one was already fitted inside of her arse. For the first time in a long time, she felt full, which was such a good feeling that she was going to let herself enjoy it. She had picked those two to fill those roles because none of the others could fit them, size-wise.
As the other three didn't matter as much, she had them gather around her front end. She could jerk off two of them at once, while simultaneously sucking on the third, and that would take at least some amount of concentration, keeping all of them in rhythm.
"Alright, let's do this."
Immediately, the biggest and smallest grabbed her by the hips and began to thrust. The leader, likewise, grabbed ahold of her horn and began to guide her head along his length, going as deep as she would allow, which was far deeper than he would have expected this morning. The last two were afforded exactly the depth they had come to expect of a hoofjob, but the movements of her wrists were so smooth and subtle that it felt to them like no other hoofjob they'd ever received. Cadance gave such a powerful hoofjob that it left most mares' blowjobs in the dust.
Shining was just frustrated now. All he could see of his wife anymore was the small amount of her arse that flashed between the juggling zebra balls above him. There was a big, hairy pair waving around before his one good eye, and a smaller pair smacking against his lips and tongue. And for as good as Cadance's slit had treated him over the years, the disappointment he felt from just rubbing his dick against a bony shoulder was not very pleasurable. And yet, Cadance's pheromones were so powerful as they sprayed on his face that he couldn't help but stay hard, despite the disappointment.
After a few minutes, having given them all a headstart, Cadance began to move a bit faster, a bit smoother, and a bit more powerfully. Using her tongue to cradle the leader's balls, and a soft pocket of magic for the two in front of her, she felt them tense up. She'd been toying with them since they came in, so she didn't blame them in the slightest for being nervous for what she was about to do, but gone was her intent to outplay them.
She stopped at just cradling their balls, letting them take control for now. This was a reward for all of them coming together and working as a team. She would let them enjoy themselves a bit longer.
With very little more manipulation, they all managed to last the next half hour, and by then, were so ridiculously pleasured that when they came, they came harder than they ever had, then fell over, exhausted. As the big one finally filled her arse and slipped free, collapsing in a crumpled heap, Cadance sat up, squeezing all of the zebra cum out of her arse and cunt right onto Shining's face, letting him soak in that for a bit.
"Well, this has been fun," she smiled, turning to the leader. "I thank you and your team very much for helping me relax. I'm not sure how you knew I needed a moment, or if it was just a happy accident that you showed up when you did, but I owe you and your boys a debt of gratitude."
"A pleasure to know we could brighten your day," he huffed, his legs still shaking from his mind-bending orgasm. He reached into his bag, which he had placed beside the bed, and pulled out the coupons. "Here. I'd say you earned your pay."
"Pay?" scoffed Cadance, picking up the coupons. "This isn't my job. I don't... What are these?"
The clerk turned and looked at the coupons, and after making sure they were accurate, noted that only the one presented to Shining Armor was listed as having been fulfilled. "These entitle us to a service for free. They stamp themselves properly once you've earned your fee."
"Cool!" giggled Cadance. "How do they work?"
"You present them to a pony, and now they owe you a task. They're compelled to do it; you don't have to ask."
The little one scooted over and sat down on Shining's dick, though it didn't enter into his body. "We used these to force you into this bed. Did you not feel compelled to do what we said?"
Cadance shook her head. "You didn't force me to do anything. I walked here." As her eyes glanced at the one that was used to bring Shining in, realisation crossed her face, and she lifted her hips. "Hey, hubby, did you feel compelled to do this by some magical means against your will?"
"Y-yeah," he panted, catching his breath.
"That makes sense." With a nod, she sat back down on his face, wiggling her hips a bit to make sure she was draining zebra cum into him mouth. "I wonder why it didn't work on me?"
Suddenly, the mood shifted, something Cadance could feel instinctively. In a flash, four of the zebras jumped to their hooves, running toward the door and tripping over themselves in the process, leaving just Cadance, the leader, and Shining.
With a shrug, Cadance gave the coupons back. "It says that these can't be fraudulently transferred. If I take these, I can only assume that they'll be voided, so I can't use them. I would suggest that you take them to my aunt in Canterlot. Find out if they still have their power, and then give them back to your friends, who I can only guess are the rightful owners."
The leader nodded, then placed them in his bag. "I think I will do exactly that." As he moved to the door, he turned around. "Don't sit on him too long, or he'll go flat."
Cadance chuckled and waved. "Don't worry; he's very good at holding his breath. Come by and see me again, sometime, cutie!"
Not What I Asked For 1: Offer Gone Sour
"Another round for the table?"
The waitress nodded and walked off to pick up another round of drinks.
As she left, Sapphire Storm turned back to her coworkers. "I still can't believe I did that. My arms still hurt."
"Yeah, but from his perspective, how incredibly hot that must have been. I mean, sex on a trapeze? That has to be a truly titillating experience. I'm talking once-in-a-lifetime stuff. I mean, you let go and you fall ten metres into a safety net, so what's the harm?"
Sapphire scowled at him. "The problem, Dance, is that I have a crippling fear of heights. You know that!"
Dancing Blade shrugged. "There was nothing to be scared of. You weren't going to be hurt. Celestia said so, herself, and I trust the princess."
Sapphire narrowed her eyes. "I hope you never have to be made to perform like that."
"I hope he does," spat Elastic Snap. "Maybe he'd learn what it's like to be a mare in today's market."
Raining Coast shook her head. "I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy."
"I'm with Snap," answered Dance. "If a zebra mare walked up to me and offered to take me home, I'd love it. Too bad it's not going to happen."
Just as he said that, a zebra walked into the bar and looked around. The quartet of coworkers didn't notice right away, as their drinks had just arrived, but as Snap tilted back her bottle, she spotted her.
"What about her?"
Dance turned around, just spotting the zebra as she walked off toward the dartboards. "Yeah, obviously, I'd hit that, but she's clearly not interested in me. As you can plainly see, she's headed in the opposite direction."
"Yeah? Why don't you go talk to her, hm?"
"Because my tequila sunset just arrived, and I'd like to enjoy it. I'm paying for the drinks tonight, I'd rather drink the twenty-five percent I'm entitled to."
"Greedy bastard," scoffed Snap, grabbing her beer and walking off.
"You know," offered Rain, "It's not guaranteed that you'll be paying for the drinks tonight. It could still be one of us."
"Oh, no it can't," declined Dance, shaking his head. "Snap's going to come back and make a big scene about how I have fewer expenses and make more money than you, and blame it on the fact that I'm a stallion and not the fact that I'm a back-of-house project lead and you're both in PR. And she's a receptionist, so she's definitely not hoofing the bill."
There was a brief moment of silence as they sat and waited, with all of them already knowing that he was going to be the one to pick up the check. It wasn't long, however. A minute later, Dance felt a hoof on his shoulder, and he turned to face whoever was approaching him.
The zebra mare that had come in, by the recommendation of Elastic Snap, was now standing next to him, looking him up and down. "Well-toned muscles... Sturdy frame... I think you'll do nicely for my game."
Dance cleared his throat. "Sorry, but I'm not very good at darts. I'm good with a wrench and screwdriver. I'm not very good at throwing things."
"You misunderstand; I'm not playing darts. I'm looking for somepony with which to mash parts. There's someone I know who thinks you're very hot, and wants to see you now in a more private spot."
Dance's eyes shot open. "Are you... propositioning me for sex?" He looked over the mare. She was very lithe and petite, with lush, beautiful skin and sultry blue eyes. He, himself, was fairly large, even among stallions. He wasn't the largest, but still pretty big.
"Are you terrible in bed? I can keep looking," shrugged the zebra. "Maybe I'll choose a bigger stallion for hooking."
As she turned to leave, he grabbed her by the shoulder. "No, no, I'm great! I mean, interested. I mean..." He cleared his throat. "I would be happy to show you a good time."
"Good," nodded the zebra. "I'd like to see your skill in action. I'd be happy to have the satisfaction."
Downing the rest of his drink, Dance pulled out a small coinpurse and shoved it into Rain's hooves. "Here. Keep the tab under that amount, okay? I don't like debts."
"O-okay," she muttered back to him. "I'll make sure to bring this back to you at your desk tomorrow."
"I know you will. That's why I gave it to you and not Snap ."
"And just what are you implying?" scowled Snap.
"Nothing," snorted Dance, leaving the table. "I was inferring."
It was a short walk back to her hotel room, but not uneventful. The whole way, he watched her hips sway back and forth, enjoying the little flashes where her tail moved out of the way. She caught him more than once, and on the third time, used her tail to pull aside one of her lips. "Can't wait 'til we arrive? Go on, take a sniff. It should excite you for later, and help you grow stiff."
"You don't have to tell me twice," he smiled, sticking his face into her crevice and taking a deep inhale. "You smell like a fresh peach on a hot summer day."
She giggled, and continued to lead him up the stairs to the second floor, stopping in front of her door. "This is where we will do the deed. Now, are you ready to proceed?"
"Gladly."
"Before we go, just one more step. The final piece of this evening's prep..." She pulled out the coupon and gave it to him.
"You hardly need this," he chuckled. "I'm not changing my mind after following you all the way here."
"It's just to make sure you don't just cum and run," she nodded. "I've asked you here for an evening of fun. What good is a romp if it's only a minute? To make this night great, I need you to stay in it."
"You needed only to ask," he smiled. "Shall we?"
As the zebra unlocked the door and walked in, Dance followed behind. However, there was already somepony in the room waiting for them. Or rather, not some pony , per se. Rather, it was a minotaur. He was big and hairy, with a dark brown coat and black horns. He absolutely dominated the bed, which seemed to be bowing under his weight.
"This is my husband," explained the zebra. "His name's Bowline Bight. You're going to be pleasuring his dick tonight."
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Not What I Asked For 2: Date With a Minotaur
"You have the wrong stallion!" shouted Dance as he fell to his knees in front of the minotaur. "I'm not gay!"
"What a coincidence," chuckled the minotaur. "Neither am I. Go on, now, give us a kiss."
As Bight's dick wagged in front of Dance's nose, he was compelled by the coupon to extend his lips and press them to the soft flesh of the minotaur's cock head. As he tried to call out in protest, his tongue lapped at the underside, slurping up the musky taste of minotaur, as desired by the zebra commanding him.
"There's a good little bitch boy," smiled the minotaur. "Come, pleasure me on the couch while I tell you what's going on."
As the minotaur sat down gingerly on the couch, so as not to break it under his massive weight, the zebra mare jumped up beside him, downright tiny by comparison. She could fit quite snugly in the crook of his arm. Dance had little choice but to drop down to the floor, crawling over to the couch on his belly. He positioned himself between the minotaur's knees and started nuzzling his balls. "This is disgusting..."
"You see," started Bight, "I met Cleo, here, thirty years ago. I thought she was a kid, but after five years, she hadn't aged a day. Now, she's forty-nine, and still looks like a twenty-year-old supermodel. I count myself lucky to have found her when I did, because otherwise, she'd have been snatched up by a younger, hotter stallion. I know she can. After all, she found you, didn't she?"
Dance just groaned. Nothing good could come from this.
"You're going to want to start licking," mentioned Bight. "You don't want me to go in dry, do you?"
As Dance began to lick at the base of the minotaur's cock, leaving as much saliva as he could, Cleo giggled. "You're good at that, for not being gay. Perhaps you're not as straight as you say?"
Bight laughed along with her, running his fingers through Dance's mane, then cradling his cheek. "Worry not, my little pet. We'll make you into a cocksucker, yet."
"I don' wanna be a cokshucker," complained Dance, dragging his tongue along the underside. "An' why are you rhyning now?"
"Eh," he shrugged. "You live with a zebra long enough and their speech patterns start to rub off on you. Speaking of rubbing off on you, turn around. Let's see that arse of yours."
Dance's eyes went wide. "I changed my mind!" he shouted frantically. "I want to be a cocksucker! I do want to suck your cock! Please, please, don't put it in my arse!" Despite saying all of this, he turned around, leaned forward, and pulled his tail to the side, revealing his rear entrance.
"Oh, wow, look at those hefty balls," gushed Cleo, lifting them up in her hoof. The action caused Dance to stiffen up a bit, but not by much. "And a cock this big; You'd have hundreds of thralls."
Those words of encouragement filled him with pride, and his dick hardened. Perhaps a three-way could be arranged, with her in the middle? She obviously had a thing for guys with big dicks, so there would be a way for them all to come out happy.
Unfortunately for him, the only reason for her flattery was to have him at full length for comparison. The Minotaur cock pushed his balls apart as it came up from underneath and extended all the way forward beneath him. It was longer than his by several centimetres, and just a bit girthier. Had they been to scale, Dance would have the bigger dick, but for the first time, he'd been weighed and measured, and been found wanting. The minotaur was definitely bigger.
"I think this is the closest yet," smirked Bight. "I'll be honest with you, I was almost scared for a moment. Almost..."
Dance looked back at him, terror in his eyes.
"Oh, don't be so frightened. The deal was, if my wife brought back somepony bigger than me, they would fuck me. Since you're smaller, I'm going to fuck you, instead."
That was exactly what Dance was afraid of.
Pulling back, the minotaur pressed his cock against his flank, gripping him by the tail. "What do you think?" he asked, barely pressing his way up. "Do you think you've lubed me up enough, or should I swab your throat, first?"
"Can't you just use lube?" asked Dance, hopeful.
"Yeah, but we'd have to go pick some up, and who knows how long that would take. You should have thought of that before coming up here."
Dance opened his mouth to mention that he had a single-use tube that he kept on him at all times, just in case. He was a big guy with a big dick. He couldn't fit into most mares without a bit of help. However, no words left his lips. He tried to speak, but found that he simply could not.
"I'll take your silence to indicate that you're ready to be filled," smiled Bight sadistically. "Here we go, bitch boy. Relax that anus for me."
He tried. He really tried. He did everything in his power to reduce the tightness of his sphincter. Unfortunately, the coupon had more control over his legs than he did, and it immediately hurt the moment the tip went in. He tried to pull away from the thing that was causing him such pain, but it wasn't actually injuring him, just stretching a muscle beyond what was comfortable. It was just a big dick, not something he'd have to go to the hospital to fix, so he was not released from its power.
Bight Didn't stop at just the tip, either. Wrapping his hands around his chest, Bight picked Dance up off the floor and tilted back, letting gravity help slide him further and further in. Dance had never felt this full in his entire life, and he was pretty sure nothing was ever supposed to go this deep into him.
He kept sliding down until he could slide no further. His hooves hadn't yet reached the floor, but he could go no further. Everything was inside of him, and he could feel the tip right up in his chest. It was excruciating, and yet, it almost had this feeling of relief. Every millimetre deeper it had gone had driven up the pain exponentially, and having the whole thing inside of him meant that the worst was over.
"You ready for a ride, bitch boy?"
Not What I Asked For 4: The Next Morning
Dance awoke the next morning sore, sticky, and exhausted. He couldn't remember exactly when, but he'd passed out last night. He remembered deepthroating Bight as Cleo drilled his arse, a far easier task than the alternative. He recalled lying on his back with Bight rimming him and jerking him off while Cleo sat on his face. He remembered twisting his semi-firm dick around and shoving just the tip uncomfortably into his own arse while watching the married couple fuck each other against the wall. But he could not remember in what order these events happened, nor when he collapsed.
He tried to sit up, but found that he couldn't. Something heavy was holding him down. Heavy and warm, like a weighted blanket. But a fur blanket.
It was an arm. A powerful, muscular minotaur arm. Bight had wrapped himself around Dance's body and was holding him in place like a teddy bear as they slept. Bight, in fact, was still asleep.
Seizing the opportunity to leave while the lovely couple was still softly snoring on the bed, Dance tried to gently wiggle his way out of the minotaur's grasp. He made it up a few centimetres, then realised he could go no further. He was now pressed against Bight's chin, and further jostling could wake him up. If Bight was as sore as he was, waking him could lead to some very nasty things happening.
So, he tried to move down, instead. The first thing he noticed was that he was being filled. Trying to escape upward had been emptying him, and he hadn't noticed as the muscles relaxed, but trying to move the other way, he could feel the now-familiar sensation of being stretched by the minotaur's gigantic cock.
Still, he wasn't fully erect, so it wasn't quite so bad, and as soon as their balls pressed together, there was enough room to squeeze out. Pulling free with a soft but audible pop, he rolled onto his hooves and limped, wincing, to the door.
"Leaving so soon, my stallion friend?" chuckled Cleo. She was sitting on the couch, showered clean and drinking a mug of tea. "We'll see you soon; this isn't the end."
"Yeah, well, I think I'm going to stay away from you and your coupons for a bit... This was unpleasant."
"Like it is for the mares with which you work?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "The ones that already think you're a selfish jerk?"
Dance furrowed his eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"
"The mares you harrass of a near-daily basis. The ones you said needed to be put in their places. It's time for your relationship to move to a new age. One in which you are the one in the cage."
He furrowed his brow. He'd never said anything like that. "I thought we did that last night, with me swallowing your husband's dick?"
Cleo chuckled, taking another sip of her tea. "Hearts and minds don't change overnight. To be better, you must understand their plight. Until your friends are no longer knocked up, you will be, from this point, completely locked up."
Shaking his head, Dance left the room, receiving several catcalls on his way back to his house. He was already late for work, having not been able to go home, and he needed a shower.
Once he turned on the water, though, he noted something amidst his scrubbing. A piece of equipment that hadn't been there before. One that was quite worrisome. His cock and balls were locked securely in a pastel pink chastity cage. There was a lock on it, the key to which he could only assume was held by either Bight or Cleo. The careful wording she had used; that he would be in a cage, that they would see him again, that he would be locked up... She was planning this from the beginning, as a revenge for all of the mares he'd allegedly hurt.
The problem was, he wasn't entirely sure who it was that he'd harmed. Sure, he was a little bit insensitive to Sapphire, but she can't have been so mad about it that she'd call for this. It was just some playful ribbing. If she'd asked him to not bring it up, he would have listened, but she was the one who brought it up.
Rain was definitely not the one who'd ordered this. She was sweet and gentle, and she knew he wasn't a bad stallion. She'd gone home with him a few times. Once, he'd stayed up all night with her, helping her recover from drinking too much. She knew him, and she'd never do anything to harm him.
Then it hit him. Snap. He wasn't mean to her, but she didn't like him. Plus, she'd been the one to fetch Cleo in the first place. If any of them wanted to "teach him a lesson," it would be her. He'd tried to be nice to her; buying her lunch sometimes, inviting her out with the other girls... He wanted to improve their connection, he just didn't know how.
He looked again at the cage. There was something sticking out. A small plastic bag with a rolled-up scroll of paper. He moved it aside, finished his shower, and then pulled it out to read it.
Congratulations on finding this. Unless you didn't, and this page was picked up by some random passerby after having fallen out, in which case, please return this letter to its sender, and wash your hooves. You don't want to know where this thing has been.
By now, you are probably aware of the modification we have made. One of us holds the key. If you cooperate and play nice, we can be petitioned to unlock the device for a night of enjoyment. If you don't cooperate, we are more than happy to snap the key in half and leave your tool like that forever.
Keep in mind that, if you don't show up with any degree of regularity, we will assume that you're happy with the way things are, and we'll may just forget where the key is. After all, if it's not important to you, why should it be important to us?
In any event, we hope to see you on Saturday night. Same place, eight in the evening. You will show up well-fed, with plenty of fluids to keep yourself hydrated, and clean, both inside and out. Ask one of your marefriends for help with cleaning out the insides if you need it.
Regards, your newest friends, Cleopatra and Bowline Bight.
He sighed and rolled up the scroll. He was in trouble now. He didn't want to call on his friends for this, but if he had to call for one of them, the best choice was Rain. She would know what to do.
A Very Upsetting Birthday 1: Study Buddy
"Up!"
The sound of a wooden spoon clanging against the side of a metal pot was bad enough, but now she was being yelled at. Heaps-Upon-Shoulders really wasn't happy.
"Your brother's already gone for the day. Up!"
She rolled over. "Saturday; no school..."
Her mom folded her hooves. "I talked to your teacher today. You're failing geometry. You're going to spend the morning at the library." She reached down and yanked the blanket off the bed. "Up!"
"C is not a failing grade, mom!"
"It's also not the best you could be doing. Now! Out of bed, and take your failing arse down to the library. You're eighteen now. You have to start taking responsibility for your actions. You have to start pulling your weight around here."
Heaps rolled out of bed and grabbed her bathrobe. Today was her birthday. She was now an adult, and the world could finally treat her like one. She'd already been trying to act like one; finding a job at the local grocer, helping her slightly older friends fix problems with their houses, picking up her younger brother, Golden Child, from buckball practice, sleeping with her boyfriend... She considered herself a very forward-thinking mare, and very responsible. If she was doing average in her geometry class, so what? She was doing everything else an adult mare was supposed to do, and she only turned eighteen today. There were ponies older than her that still had their grandmothers washing their laundry.
Shivering, she trod into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The pipes in the walls weren't insulated very well on the second floor, and she was a long way from the water heater, so it took about three minutes for the water to heat up. In the meantime, she brushed her teeth and splashed some cold water on her face. The water was still cold when she stepped in the shower, but it wouldn't be for long.
Stepping out of the shower, she was disappointed in her claim. The water stayed cold the whole time, and she had to scrub herself while shivering. At least that meant that the towel was going to warm her up.
As she began to buff herself with the towel, though, she felt a sharp pain in her back. She pulled the towel away, and there was a scratch on her hide. Not a big one, per se, but it was certainly there . She flipped over the towel. Of course... Golden had left his Junior Wonderbolts crest on her towel hook again, and she'd been stabbed with the metal lightning bolt.
She untangled the pendant from her towel, finished drying off and went downstairs, grabbing a rice cake for breakfast and relighting the pilot on the water heater before leaving. The dishwasher was already running, so hopefully, the heating element inside the machine was doing its job, or she'd be hoof-washing those for dinner.
Crunching her rice cake as she walked, Heaps made her way down to the library, and started looking for books on geometry. She had four more hours until her shift started; three of which she had wanted to spend sleeping. But there was no chance of that with her mother being home, so she might as well be doing something productive.
In all honesty, she knew why her grade in Geometry had dropped. Yesterday, she'd been so exhausted that she'd fallen asleep in class, right in the middle of a big test. She'd begged her teacher for a chance to retake the test when she was more awake and alert, and while her teacher had agreed to let it happen, it was going to happen Tuesday after school. That was when they both had time. Until then, she would be recorded as if the first test was the only one. If she missed the retest, that grade was going to stay, and it was going to show a big thirty-seven percent. She wasn't bad at math, she'd just fallen asleep in the middle of the test because she had too much on her plate.
She still had too much on her plate. But she'd turned eighteen this morning. On one of her days when she wasn't swamped, she was going to move out of her mom's house and into her boyfriend's mom's house. She was an adult now, and she could just leave. She'd even been saving up, so she'd be able to move into a studio apartment soon. Then she could focus her attention on what mattered: Her education, her job, and her relationship with her boyfriend.
She closed her book and put it back on the shelf where she'd found it. She turned and went to the water fountain, and then the restroom.
Yesterday, she'd have blown right past the pair of zebras waiting outside the restroom as they presented their coupon, but now, she was eighteen. She was of legal age. They could do stuff to her.
With their wave, she followed them into the colts' room and further back into the handicapped stall. The first one raised his back leg, and she found that she couldn't resist as the magic of the coupon lowered her head below his barrel and sniffed his cock. As she opened her mouth, the second zebra mounted her from behind, pushing her forward into a deepthroat.
Still, she tried to keep a level head. She'd done this before, by choice, with her boyfriend. She was an adult, now, and she had adult responsibilities. As a citizen of San Palomino, she belonged to Equestria, and that meant that she was subject to the same laws as everypony else. This was just a thing that adults did; follow the laws set forth by Princess Celestia. Sure, these two zebras, probably in their thirties, were bigger than her seventeen-year-old coltfriend, and they weren't wearing protection like he was, but it was her duty as a contributing member of society, to give some of her time to the conquering zebras.
They took a little over an hour to finish with her. Thankfully, she was still in a restroom, so when they left her lying on the floor, filled in all three holes with cum, she picked herself up and dragged herself over to the sink and washed the excess off.
As she was wiping the excess cum off her thighs, however, another stallion walked in; a unicorn. Seeing her wiping down her genitals with a paper towel, his expression went from shock to giddiness, then to pain as he tried to jump on her and she bucked him right in the nuggets. She may have been beholden to the zebras, but she would not just roll over and let herself be a victim.
A Very Upsetting Birthday 2: Late for Work
After some remedial study that, while not necessary, was appreciated, Heaps made her way to the cart stop. From home or school, she could walk to work. From the library, though, she would want to catch a lift from one of the "busses" that gridded out the town. They were actually just fast-moving hay rides that ran all day and stopped at certain points to help ponies move around the town a bit easier, but that was okay. It was public transportation, and it was better than nothing.
A few ponies were already there, and waiting on the bench. It was mostly the elderly, whose old bones couldn't take them across town and back home in the span of a day. Most of the kids and teens were already where they were going to spend the day, but a few of them were on their way to their part-time jobs. There was, in fact, a young stallion with acne and an inhaler wearing a fry cook uniform that had followed her from the library. Not because he wanted something from her, but because his watch had beeped, meaning it was time to catch the bus to work.
Before the wagon could show up, however, along came another zebra. He spotted Heaps waiting, and looking up and down the street, knew that the bus wasn't going to show up in the next five minutes. Despite the fact that some of the elderly ponies complained about it, and a few of them has complained at him to leave her alone, he presented her with a coupon, and she had to obey.
Ducking behind a few bushes, she spread her legs, and let the stallion have his way with her, urging him to hurry up. She began to panic when her bus showed up, and then more when it left without her. "Hurry up, already, arsehole!" she growled. "I'm going to be late to work because of you!"
"If you want me to rush my pace, roll over, please, and show me your smiling face."
She rolled onto her back and smiled angrily up at him. He wanted her to be happy to accept him, and that was how she had to look. Even at the newer, more brisk pace, he still took half an hour to plaster her face. He came all over her face and chest, and released her just as the next bus pulled up to the stop.
With no time to wipe for fear of missing the late bus and having to take an even later ride, she galloped as fast as she could, and barely made it as the driver was about to pull away. He sneered at her, disgusted by her appearance, and would have been within his rights to refuse her shouts to wait for her to board, but he didn't, letting her climb on, and even giving her a small rag. He kept a few around for cart maintenance.
"Thanks," she panted, wiping her face. "I'm having a really shitty day."
"Watch your language," he grumbled, taking off.
She had to find a seat near the very back, as most of the other patrons were disgusted by her decision to board the public transit looking like she did. She tried to take one of the open seats near the middle, but was shooed away by a mare about her mom's age.
So, at the back she sat, wiping herself clean with the rag and then setting it aside. It wasn't going to be a long ride, but she still had some time.
Two stops later, a zebra climbed on, and upon seeing her sitting alone at the back, came and sat down next to her. Heaps lowered her head, because she knew what was coming her way.
As she turned to him to ask if he would please reconsider; that she'd really rather not right now, that she had a lot to do and that maybe the best present for her birthday was a little bit of time off away from her responsibilities, he already had the coupon out, as well as his dick. She felt her lips curl up into an ersatz smile as she dropped down to her knees and positioned herself between his.
He'd just finished exercising, she found out as she sucked him off. He smelled of fresh sweat and tasted like chafed skin. She wasn't allowed to spit it out, either, partly due to the spell, and partly because the driver had been nice enough to give her a rag. Even if the only reason was because he didn't want her to dirty up his bus, it was still a decent gesture from somepony that didn't have to give it.
She heard her stop called out as she pulled off to lick the zebra's balls. She could hear the tolling from the belltower, too, ringing out noon. She was now officially late. She could, if she finished right now, run to the store and clock in, and the five-minute forgiveness would kick in. She'd be issued a verbal warning, but it wouldn't show up on her record. Unfortunately, she'd only just begun.
Her stop came and went, then two more stops before a unicorn stallion sat next to them and asked if he could join in. The zebra allowed it, and she had to reach over and grab this new stallion's cock in her hoof and jerk him off for the rest of the ride.
Thankfully, the route was circuitous, so after a good forty-five minutes, she was almost back to her stop when the zebra finally came and released her from his bonds. As soon as she was free, she grabbed the stallion's dick in both hooves and twisted it, causing a yelp to erupt from his mouth. She wasn't going to finish him off, as there was no incentive to do that. She didn't care about him, and he wasn't paying for that hoofjob. Why would she let him cum on her face?
Grabbing the rag off the seat and hopping off the bus, she wiped the cum off of her chin and disposed of the rag in a nearby trash bin. She was almost an hour late by now, and that was going to damage her paycheck, as well as her performance review. She could only hope that her boss was understanding. However unlikely that was...
A Very Upsetting Birthday 3: Termination
"Where in Tartauros have you been?!" shrieked her boss when she walked in the back door. "You're an hour late, missy!"
"I know," grumbled Heaps. "I have documentation. Look." She held up the coupons she'd been given. "It wasn't for lack of trying that I didn't come in on time, it's the stupid coupons."
"They were never a problem before," growled the gryphon, folding her claws. "What changed today that made it so important?"
"Well, I was still having coupons shoved in my face before. It's just that I turned eighteen this morning, so now they're all valid."
"I thought your birthday was next month?"
"No, It's always been today..."
"Huh... Well, your birthday party is next month."
"Pony Resources told me that's because my birthday is the only one this month, and I wasn't going to have a party all to myself."
"Ah." She shrugged. "No matter. Those shelves won't stock themselves."
Grabbing her apron, Heaps walked out of the back room, pushing a rack full of freshly-baked bread. The hot loaves, still steaming, were slipped into paper bags and stapled shut, and the sliced-up stuff, cooled and ready for sandwiches, were stacked up in plastic bags made from recycled materials and closed with twist-ties that were colour-coded to show that they were made today.
Her job was simple. All she had to do was find all of the bags with the blue clasps on the shelf, remove them, and put the new yellow ones in their place. The older, stale bread would come back to the back to be turned into croutons.
Just as she was finishing up her first shelf, she heard somepony clear their throat behind her. "Can I grab something for you, sir?" she asked, not turning around. "I'd be happy to help you reach something."
When no response came, she continued her stocking, as if the patron had left. But then he cleared his throat again.
She turned around to look at him, and found herself face-to-face with another coupon. "Celestia fucking damn it..."
After cleaning up the cum from her chin, she rolled out another rack, this one full of produce. This was even easier than the bread, as she didn't have to go looking for anything. She just had to check the fruits and vegetables for any signs of damage or decay and remove those, then put out fresh ones. They were fairly busy on the weekends, so swapping them out mostly meant just replacing empty or almost empty baskets with full ones. It was pretty easy work, all things considered.
"Excuse me?"
Heaps looked up from her celery inspection to find a pegasus mare, a regular shopper, though not one she knew by name, holding up a small cucumber.
"Is this the largest cucumber you have?"
"I was about to restock them. Do you have a particular recipe in mind?"
"Gurkensalat."
"Well, if you want, you could just buy two cucumbers. We charge by weight, not by quantity."
"Oh, I know. I just would rather have it cut into quarters than full slices for easy consistency, and the small ones quarter too small."
Moving over to her rack, Heaps rooted around until she found a great big one. "Here we are. Will that do?"
"Oh, it's lovely. That'll do a swell job."
"Indeed, it will," smiled a zebra stallion, approaching with a big smile and two coupons, "for what I desire most. now, let's show this guest that you're a very giving host..."
The pegasus walked out of the bathroom, her back legs crossed behind her as she made her way to the cash register with a pained and embarrassed look on her face.
"Make sure you wash that when it comes out," Heaps whispered to her. "And don't worry, I'm going to pay for your entire basket today, just... make it home safely, okay?
The pegasus nodded and hovered over to checkout, her tail just barely covering the cucumber that was still stuck inside of her vagina. It was hard to believe that it had been inside of both of them just moments ago as they scissored on the restroom floor for the zebra's viewing pleasure. Now her juices were stewing inside of a customer, and it felt terrible to have recommended the biggest cucumber she could find. At least she hadn't asked for a watermelon...
"Hey!" called her boss, flying up. "Why weren't you doing your job? You left that produce rack just sitting in the middle of the floor!"
"I didn't intend to! I was being coerced into service by another zebra!"
"Yeah, yeah, and I was licking Luna's boots clean," she scowled back. "I'm not paying you to come in late and have your holes stuffed. I pay you to do your job. And if you're not doing your job, I'm not paying you. Go do your job!"
As she flew off, Heaps sighed. She just couldn't catch a break today. On her birthday, of all days!
Oh, well. She finished her produce run as fast as she could, then moved on to canned goods. Thankfully, there was no need to take anything off the shelves, she just had to move them off to the side and fill in the empty spaces with more jars, bottles and cans. These weren't going bad anytime soon, and anything that would be expiring in the next month would go down to the donation center to be given to the needy.
"Excuse me, can you reach the vegetable stock?"
"Certainly, sir," she answered, reaching up to the top shelf to grab it, then handing it back to... "Shit..." Another zebra.
"Good girl," he smiled, giving her a coupon. "How would you like to ride my cock?"
Frustrated and very upset, she put on a smile and escorted him to the back room, where he lay down on the floor. As instructed, she climbed on top of him, pulled her apron to the side so he could see, and took his big black dick right up into her cunt, bouncing up and down on it, moaning as she went.
About four minutes in, her boss rounded the corner, and with very little patience left, what she saw drew the forgiving smile from her face, turning it into a scowl.
Thankfully, the zebra was very into being watched, and it didn't take long at all for him to cum inside of her womb. Thank Celestia she was on some pretty strong birth control.
"Did you have fun?" asked her boss.
"Not really. I just wanted to finish work and go home..."
"Well, good news. You can go home early. And hey, you don't have to work the rest of the week! You're fired! Effective immediately. Hang up your apron and go."
A Very Upsetting Birthday 4: Silver Lining
Fired.
It's not like she'd intended for all of those zebras to pull her away from her work. She couldn't even just let it happen while she was doing her work. There were kids in the store, and she would be breaking the law if one turned down her aisle and saw what they were doing. Plus, their mother would have a fit and start throwing things at her. Turnips hurt, and canned beans were even worse.
Not just their mothers, either. What would her own mother say when she found out she'd been fired? She'd already been disappointed when she'd accepted the job, saying it wasn't a real job, it was just putting things on shelves; that was something somepony half her age could do. She'd called it a "nothing job," a "task masquerading as a job," and a "waste of effort." To find out that she'd failed a task so simple that even her little brother could do it...
She shook her head. She needed some air.
Turning her path to walk through a gate, she found herself in Pine Park, a patch of land two blocks by two blocks, right in the middle of the city, acting as a public leisure epicenter. It was a nice place, with a few small buildings specifically for outdoor activities. There were two pairs of heated restrooms, one on either corner of the park, a stage that was admittedly tagged with graffiti, and a stack of wooden bleachers for the adjacent buckball field.
But she was after none of these destinations. She didn't want to watch a game that wasn't being played right now, or sit in front of the stage which wasn't even showing anything at the moment. What she wanted was to disappear into the trees that the park was named for, and just think to herself for a moment.
A small stream ran through the trees, and there were some ponies playing by it. Some fillies and colts were splashing about, a few families were out for picnics to enjoy the nice weather, and more than a few mares and stallions were there to just lay on the grass. But Heaps didn't want to hang around strangers and spill her problems to them. Through the trees, she found herself a secluded spot. It was no secret, it just wasn't often visited. When it was, it was most often by ponies that wanted to be alone with their thoughts.
The trees around the area were very thick, and that provided a nice bit of sound-proofing. It was one of the quietest places in the whole city. When she was little, and was first introduced to this place, it was terrifying. She'd grown up in the city, and it was always loud. This place, this clearing among the trees was so quiet that it felt entirely empty. And that made it special.
She sat down on a trimmed log that had been placed here by a couple of teenagers that had deemed this place deserving of a seat. Most ponies that came here sat in the same general area, leading to the bark being stripped away in that one spot. Finally, she was alone, and could think.
Or so she thought. As she was contemplating what kind of job she could possibly beg for, having just been fired for gross unprofessionalism, she heard a rustling in the branches approaching her. She scooted off to one side, thinking it was somepony else needing a quiet place to sit and think about their troubles in a safe environment. A somber humming followed, as if they weren't expecting somepony to already be here, but they approached, anyway, their hoofbeats the only sound outside of the twittering of the birds.
"Have a seat," she sighed. "I won't be long."
"It might be longer than you suspect," answered the stallion. "Are you ready to have your pussy wrecked?"
She groaned. Another damned zebra...
"You can probably sue for that, you know..."
Heaps nodded. "Oh, I plan to. That's not what I was worried about, though. It's my mom. What am I going to do, Silver?"
Silver Lining wrapped his hoof around her shoulders. "I'm going to tell you something, and I need you to promise that you won't be mad. Can you promise that?"
"No. But I promise I won't hit you."
"Good enough." He took a deep breath. "Your mom's a bitch."
"That's not funny," she chuckled. "That's my mom you're talking about."
"Doesn't make it any less true. Who cares what she thinks? You're better than she gives you credit for."
"I care what she thinks. I want to have kids someday, and I want my kids to have a good relationship with their grandmother."
"They will, deary." They turned around, and Silver Lining's mom, Golden Ticket, stepped out onto the balcony with a tray of pink lemonade. "Brought you something to drink."
"Thanks, mom," smiled Silver, accepting the glass as she turned and went back inside.
"Thanks, Mrs. Ticket. And thanks again for letting me use your shower..."
"See, there?" smirked Silver. "Our kids will have a wonderful grandmother."
"Just one? Most colts and fillies have two."
"Most of them have two grandfathers, too. How do you plan on fixing that one?"
Heaps lowered her head. "I'm sorry. I really liked your dad. He was a nice stallion."
"I forgive you..."
For a few minutes, they just stood there on the balcony, drinking their pink lemonade while watching the sunset.
It was Heaps who broke the silence. "You haven't asked me how much."
"How much you made in coupon collection?"
She nodded.
"Well, part of me was afraid to ask. We've been dating for almost a year, now, and I know I want to be with you when we're both adults, but... When you said you had a lot of zebras inside of you, I figured that hearing the exact number would call the memory back into your head, and I'd rather we moved on."
"Twenty-one stallions."
Silver winced.
"Nineteen of those were zebras, and eighteen of them actually paid with a coupon. Pine Park was particularly busy today."
"I almost feel sickened for you..."
"Nine thousand bits."
He turned and glanced at her. "Pardon me?"
"Not counting my last paycheck and the hefty severance package I'm going to receive as a result of the wrongful termination suit, today, I made nine thousand bits. Eighteen coupons worth five hundred each; that's quite a hefty sum."
"Not to mention your savings, and my own..."
"And you still have a job at the bakery."
"But I don't work tomorrow," he nodded. "Do you want to go look at houses in the morning?"
She smiled. "I would."
Conclusion 1: The General Returns
"And he insisted, right then, on using a condom! Seven other mares, he used raw, and when he made it to me, he suddenly felt the need to wrap up!"
Celestia had been holding up her hoof for over a minute, waiting for this young mare to finish her complaint and fall silent, and her elbow was beginning to feel sore. While she definitely cared about her ponies and their plights, she was very busy. She had more than two hundred cases left to go over, and she would like to try for her record of fifty-six by the end of the day.
"And then, and then, the other one came over and stuffed a ball gag in my mouth! Like, how are they supposed to hear my carefully curated suggestions if my mouth is full? It's not like any of the other mares had anything to say. They weren't even talking, they just stayed silent the whole time! I mean, can you imagine what it's like to have to speak for seven other mares, plus myself? And I bet they just went to the purser's office and collected their funds and just went home and forgot about the whole day, like common whores! Don't they have a shred of self-respect? I mean, if I were them, I'd be down here first thing in the morning to raise a complaint, and as you can see, I am."
Celestia just sighed and leaned back in her chair. This young mare wasn't truly seeking council; she just wanted to vent. She was going to tell her to consider that she was lucky to not be pregnant, where the other mares might be, meaning the condom was a good choice. At any rate, she was spared the transmission of any venereal diseases that might have been transferred over. She would also have advised her that the other mares probably did want to forget and move on, and they were entitled to their pay from the purser's office like anypony else. They were just exercising their rights after performing a task, whether they saw it as right or not.
Suddenly, the doors flew open, and a guard ran up to the throne.
"Excuse me!" scowled the mare. "We were in the middle of something! Whatever this is about, it can wait!"
Regardless, Celestia waved him up. "Make it quick," she urged. He whispered something into her ear, and she nodded with a smile. "Very good, thank you. Prepare to send him in. And wake my sister; she needs to hear this."
As the guard disappeared out the door, the mare turned back to Celestia. "Well, that was rude. Anyway, I--"
"Let me stop you there," interjected Celestia, finally putting her hoof down. "I've heard your complaint, and I'm going to assign somepony to help you through the rest of this. I've just been informed that somepony who has already promised to look into solving this problem has just arrived. This meeting will determine the state of life in Equestria in the coming years, so I'm going to have to cut this meeting short."
"Cut it short?! I'd only just begun! I haven't even made it to the part where I had to hire a plumber to fix the damages done to my pipes!"
"I will assign somepony to deal with that. In the meantime, I have more important matters to which I must attend."
In a huff, the mare turned and stomped out of the throne room. Celestia was loathe to admit it, be she was glad to see her leave. She almost wished that there was a zebra here to fit her with a ball gag so that she could have a chance to speak. It was a terrible thing to think, but that's why she wouldn't say it aloud.
Moments later, General Zachar walked into the room. "Princess Celestia, an honour once again. I hear you have a problem, my friend..."
"General Zachar," she sighed. "I expected you two days ago." She turned to a guard. "Go tell the kitchen staff to send up my tea cart early and with two extra cups."
"Yes, ma'am," he saluted, running off.
"Apologies for my late arrival. It took longer than I thought to ensure our survival."
Celestia nodded. "There's nothing to be done about that, now. I can't make you arrive any sooner. I've sent for tea, and for my sister, and I'd like it if we can solve this problem befo--"
A burst of dark blue magic exploded next to her, and a very frazzled, unkempt and still half-asleep Luna appeared before them. "We're here!" she shouted. "What'd we miss, are we late?"
"Princess Luna," bowed Zachar, "It's a pleasure to meet. Now our assembly can be considered complete."
Celestia cleared her throat and offered Luna a mane brush, which she accepted with a blush. "Would you like to wait for the tea to arrive, or shall we set straight into the task at hoof?" Celestia asked, turning to Zachar with her head held high. "While I don't want to seem an ungracious host, it is imperative that we settle this right away. There is much to do, and it is best if we act quickly."
"No tea," answered Luna. "Our little ponies are suffering in a way that was unforeseen. We admit, it was our mistake that has caused this anguish, and therefore, it is our belief that we should set to thinking up a solution right away."
Zachar nodded. "As it so happens, I have already assembled a solution. One that will not do harm to your financial institutions. It allows your citizens their partners of choice, while simultaneously not silencing my little zebras' voice. All the coupons in circulation need not be collected to ensure that this oversight is quickly corrected."
"Fantastic!" beamed Celestia. "That sounds like exactly what we need! What's the plan?"
Zachar held up his hoof. "Not so fast, my dear royal friend. It is on fair trade that our ponies depend. We don't just give out solutions for free. Before I tell you my plan, let's discuss my fee."
Luna scowled. "Your fee? Your subordinates are the ones causing this problem! We didn't have a spree of completely legal rape until this whole coupon debacle. Now you're charging us to protect our ponies from your soldiers?!"
"I assure you, my solution is unintrusive and fair. I thought for a long time, and considered with care. If my solution doesn't work, I'll not charge you a cent. Screwing you over is not my intent."
The tea cart came in and was placed between them, along with some cushions for them to sit on.
"In any case, let's hear your cost," nodded Celestia. "If we can afford it, the fact that you already have a solution is invaluable. What would you ask of us if your plan proves successful?"
Conclusion 2: Downpayment
"Damned..." Luna signed the document. "Truly, thou hast fixed everything. We are loathe to admit it, but we were wrong about you, General Zachar."
"She means just herself," clarified Celestia. "For the record, I thought your claim was bold enough that you had to be confident that it would work. Of course, it still could backfire..."
Zachar laughed. "Princess Celestia, you worry too much. This solution will work with only a soft touch. You need not worry for so long as I'm on the case. Now, let us begin this empassioned embrace."
Luna glanced at him. "So soon? Should we not announce to the citizens that we are enacting this solution?"
Zachar shook his head. "You can announce it in the morning, when it goes into effect. If we announce it this early on, then you'll find, I suspect, that a great many of my soldiers will rush to claim their right. If the announcement and action are aligned, then there's no real time to fight."
"That's fair," nodded Celestia. "If we announce right now that the zebras are only allowed to have sex with anypony they want until tomorrow, a whole bunch of them are going to try to take whatever they can in the next few hours. There'll be a rush on sexual favours because there's going to be a strong limitation in just a few hours, and if that's all they wanted, their coupons would become worthless in their eyes."
"But they wouldn't be," clarified Luna. "They could still hire a carpet cleaning service, or gutter repair, or anything like that."
"We still don't want a rush," finished Celestia. "I will write my speech tonight. But now, it's time we paid the general for his services. Come, let us away."
With a sigh, Luna followed the other two upstairs. She was compelled to, under the contract that she'd signed. From here on out, once per month, she and Celestia were to use their bodies to pleasure General Zachar's cock and balls. Of course, the standard rules applied; he could not harm them, he would be unable to supercede the affairs of state, and any disagreements would be heard in Celestia's court. Granted, it was up to Zachar to extract payment. If he didn't show up one month, he would not be owed an extra session later. And he was only going to live another thirty-ish years, anyway. Who could say if he'd still be sexually active when he was eighty, if he even managed to live that long?
Of course, the reason Luna had agreed to it was to take the burden off of her citizens and put it onto her own shoulders. That was how she saw the situation, anyway. It was better to take on the burden for her own than to force it upon her little ponies.
Celestia was thinking much the same when she had signed away for this deal, except she had higher hopes for it. Perhaps she would learn to enjoy it. If she didn't, she could always just visit one of the brothels to have a studly stallion finish the job.
Speaking of the brothels, they were still open, and would remain open. The decree would indeed change how they operated, but would not harm them in the slightest.
Celestia opened the door to her bedchambers, and the other two followed her in. Despite the fact that they had guard escorts following them the whole way up, the doors closed with them waiting outside. Three celestial guards, two lunar guards, and two zebra guards took their places outside of the door. Zachar was allowed to invite them in to share his bounty, along with others, but he was at least nice enough to let the princesses voice their concerns, and if they objected, he was well within his rights to eject his own guest. But today, there was no guest. He was going to have his way with both of them, and he didn't have to share.
He flopped down onto her bed. It was nicer than his, but he was more interested in his work benefitting the zebras of his country than lining his pockets. Had he asked Celestia, she would have told him that the bed was a gift for endorsing carpentry classes. But that wasn't important right now.
Celestia and Luna kneeled down between his knees and gently nuzzled his ballsack. Celestia was smiling up at him, confident that this would work. Luna, however, was very stern and wary in her gaze. She did know that, if his plan failed, he would be cut off from receiving further treatment, but he was guaranteed it tonight.
Their tongues came out of their mouths, and their hot breaths joined together as one, warming his dick as it slid from his sheathe. Slowly, it extended out until his tip touched their tongues.
Celestia went down first, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock until she found his balls, and after a quick kiss, she came back up. Then, it was Luna's turn, running her tongue down the underside and kissing his balls.
This went on for a few minutes, until Celestia wrapped her lips around his tip and slid down, swallowing his whole shaft. Then she came up, slurping at everything she left until she popped off and could tongue it over into Luna's mouth so she could go down.
After a few rounds of this, Luna went down with Celestia. That is, as Zachar slid into Celestia's mouth, Luna was guiding it with her tongue, and when Celestia waited with her lips at his base, Luna kissed and sucked at his balls.
Despite the size difference, he was quite large, and the princesses certainly had their work cut out for them. That was made especially clear when, while Luna was deepthroating him, Celestia placed her hoof against the back of Luna's head and held her down as her throat muscles convulsed. He wouldn't be able to make her pass out, of course, but he was for certain stretching their throats and introducing them to a more rough treatment than anypony had treated them to before.
He was going to change the way they felt about sex, either for better or worse. All they could say for certain was that he wasn't afraid of what they'd do to him when this was over. And that fact made him stronger than any other lover they'd taken before.
Celestia rolled onto her back as Luna climbed on top of her. As they squeezed their breasts together, Zachar rubbed his hooves over Luna's butt, admiring its firmness.
"Oh, my, this is quite the sight; the perfect balance of day and night. The dark of the moon and the sun alight, blue and pink, black and white..."
"Yes, as a zebra, you must feel some special connection to black and white at the same time," observed Celestia.
"Not especially, but I do feel the connection. It's my beliefs, not my race, that dictates my direction."
"I just meant--"
"I know what you meant; that it's a homely desire." Zachar moved a hoof down to her slit. "But to call for such filth is to invite the mire."
"She is very sorry," apologised Luna. "It was not her intent, and you should know that. Forgive her and move on."
Zachar nodded. "Very well, I forgive you your minor mistake. But try to be better, for your sister's sake."
Not waiting any longer, he plunged into Celestia's pussy, glistening with both her own juices as well as Luna's. Luna could feel him, too, as Celestia's flesh bulged out to meet hers.
They hadn't shared a stallion in centuries; not since before Luna was banished to the moon. Celestia had invited her, but Luna wasn't the type to join in. She preferred to partake in more private, direct affairs. She'd seen what ponies dreamed about, and she knew what they desired. Celestia could talk any stallion into bed with her to perform whatever task she had for them, but Luna was more inclined to find the very stallion who matched her needs and give him exactly what he wanted, and be given what she wanted in turn.
They switched places a few times, with the final position with them both begging in front of him as they jerked him off with their horns. It was too early for him to impregnate one of them, and in point of fact, he hadn't yet decided which one, if either, he wanted to sire a child with. Unlike his soldiers, he wasn't ready to have a panoply of illegitimate children.
He came hard on their faces, splattering them both with hot, sticky ropes of cum. Celestia licked hers up with gusto, while Luna just let it drip down her chin as she turned to look at the clock.
"Your time is up," she said, standing up and walking to Celestia's private bathroom. "We shall arrange for you to stay here, in the castle. Are there any items that you will require for your guest room?"
No," answered Celestia. "Don't bother setting up a room. He can sleep in here."
Luna cocked her head to the side "Tia..."
"Luna, the reason we would keep him out of our bedrooms is because he might try to have sex with us. Not really an issue anymore, is it?"
"Well, no, but--"
"But nothing. He can stay here tonight. We'll worry about rearranging the beds once we know whether or not his plan is going to work. After all, if it doesn't, then he's going to be confined to his guest room, anyway. Just let him sleep here for right now..."
Celestia stepped out onto her balcony and waved to her adoring public. Seeing them all with hopeful smiles for what was about to be announced filled her heart with glee, as the same hope existed within her. More to the point, there was a lot of press here, so news of the change would spread as quickly as possible. If this worked, all of her little ponies would need to be aware of it to save any stragglers.
"Fillies and gentlecolts!" she started, dropping the gathered crowd from an uproar to a soft din. "As you are all no doubt aware, there was a problem with the coupons that were given to our new zebra allies, in that they could use them to enforce carnal acts upon you under certain conditions. Conditions that were somewhat easier to achieve than we had initially hoped. As a result of this oversight, many of you have suffered."
There was a general agreement among the crowd.
"This was, of course, not our intention, and as soon as we found out about it, we set about looking for a solution. As the coupons had already been distributed, it would have taken a long time to track them all down and take them back, and that is assuming that we could track them all down. Undoubtedly, that would have been far more costly than what we have decided to do, instead, which should be just as effective.
"From this day onward, it is illegal to profit off of carnal activities without a license. The fine for doing so shall be a minimum of one hour of community service, and has no upper limit."
There was a murmur of confusion among the crowd, and some very scattered applause.
"Let me make this a bit more clear; The coupons cannot force ponies to do anything that would violate the law. We are not outlawing prostitution, so all of our brothels shall remain open. However, the zebras with their coupons can no longer force you to perform carnal acts as long as you don't apply for a license.
"In addition, we are granting temporary license waivers to all of those working in the brothels as carnal masseurs and masseuses. For the next three months, they can continue to operate without a license with no fear of being arrested for performing their job. We will be using the businesses' tax records to determine who works there and in what position.
"Finally, I want to make sure that all of you are aware that, due to the fact that licenses are now a requirement for this profession, we have added a few new health regulations to the roster, to help support the safety of our citizens. In fact, we've hired two dozen new brothel inspectors to make sure that everything is on the up-and-up. That's right, my little ponies; we're not eliminating jobs, we're creating new ones."
A raucous cheer rang out as Celestia turned around and returned to her bedroom. Her citizens were happy, and that was a good thing. Even better, they were safe. This was a good day.
Bonus: Sexual Education 1: Night Classes
Author's Note
Despite coming after the conclusion in chapter order, this chronologically takes place before the conclusion.
Bonus: Sexual Education 1: Night Classes
"Good evening, class," nodded Twilight as she walked into the room.
"Good evening, Princess Sparkle," called her class back.
"Glad to see you all made it, and I'm especially glad to see a few new faces. Today, we're going to talk about stamina."
As Twilight started scrawling information on the blackboard while reciting a lesson from the book, she thought back to what Celestia had said to her just a few days prior. While they had to wait for General Zachar to return, Twilight had been begging for any ideas as to how to make the situation better. Not being able to help fix the problem, however, Twilight had come up with a solution that was a little bit odd.
She could not change the stipulations on the coupon. She could not change the way the zebras used them. She could not change the standard price of brothels being used. But if there were two things that Twilight Sparkle did better than anypony else, it was organise class schedules and lead lectures. She could change her citizens into better-educated versions of themselves. She could teach them how to avoid being coerced by the coupons, she could teach them how to please their zebras, and she could teach them how to recover from the situation.
"So, partners, especially mares, are almost always happiest when you last longer than usual. This is something that can, and should, be practised, within the privacy of your own bedroom. After all, feeling kind of good for an hour and then suddenly really good is a better night than thirty seconds of overzealous friction burns capped off with the disappointment of "now your night is over."" She wrote a six-letter word on the board and underlined it twice. "Who here can tell me what edging is?"
A few hooves and claws went up.
"Spike?"
The dragon stood up. "It's that stuff that goes around the bottom of your walls. It's also called kickboard or moulding."
"No. I mean, yes, but that's not the kind of edging I'm talking about." She pointed to another claw. "Gallus?"
"Applejack just taught me this. It's when you turn your cable trimmer on its side and run it along the side of the sidewalk to keep the grass from covering the walking path and creating a tripping hazard."
Twilight shook her head. "Again, that's correct, but not what I'm looking for. Ocellus, last chance."
Ocellus lowered her hoof. "Isn't it when you're moving closer to something slowly and furtively?" she asked, blushing.
Twilight took a big breath. "That's closer to correct. In fact, we are edging closer to the correct answer. But we're not quite there, yet. Let me just tell you."
She turned back to the blackboard and started drawing a line graph. The x axis showed time, and the y axis showed pleasure. At a point marked "climax" on the pleasure scale, she drew a horizontal dotted line and then a solid curve in orange chalk.
"This is a very standard sexual encounter, unfortunately. As you can see by the graph, it's very clearly a race to the finish line. If you're lucky, this can last a whole five minutes long. Now, let's look at their partner, who asks for more of her lover than just some casual slapping."
She drew a shallower, purple line that came up close to the dotted line, but did not cross. Instead, it just kind of hovered for a minute, then started to drop until it hit zero.
"This line represents a mare who was unable to finish because her partner came before she did, and he wasn't willing to help finish her off, citing that her pussy was full of cum, and it was gross, and he didn't want it in his mouth, and that his mouth and dick don't need to occupy the same space, but he kisses her on the lips before being sucked off, and he refuses to kiss again until the next morning, and requires her to brush her teeth and gargle mouthwash twice an--"
Spike snapped his claws several times to draw her attention back to the lesson.
"Right. You know the type. Anyway, what can we note about the decline on this chart? Cream Heart?"
"It's slow?"
"That it is," nodded Twilight. "Well spotted. As she has pointed out, that decline is slow." She drew another dotted line, about halfway between zero and climax. "This is the blue ball line. Once you rise above this line, unless you achieve your climax, dropping below this line will end in disappointment. Yes, Silverstream?"
"I usually just use a vibrator when it starts looking like that kind of night. It really helps."
The room fell silent as everypony turned to look at Silverstream.
"What?"
Twilight took a deep breath. "Believe it or not, Silverstream is actually pretty close to the solution, here." She took a pink chalk line and drew a recovery line that showed that, despite the downward turn, it was possible to move back up over the climax line. "It is possible to let the pleasure fall just a bit, and then recover with whatever method works. Yes, Spike?"
"What if we don't have vibrators?"
Twilight was about to say something, but didn't want to out Spike for using his tongue on himself when he was experimenting. "The beauty of this technique is that you can use whatever method you would use on your own, or with a partner. All you have to do is try to balance that line."
She drew a wavy line underneath the climax line, but above the blue ball line to simulate what it might feel like to constantly be right on the edge of climax. She managed to make the line itself last three hours, at least according to the chart.
"It would be irresponsible to go on for longer than three hours. A stallion with an erection lasting longer than four hours is a medical emergency, and it's important to know one's limits. Your homework is to try to last an hour. Just try, and you can consider it a passing grade if you can last thirty minutes. Full marks if you can go for an hour and a half. And remember, this is on the honor system; I can't be sure how long you lasted, so if you fail, remember to be disappointed in yourselves, and then try again until you manage. Those of you who partnered up for the project, keep each other honest."
As the last of her class left the room, a zebra approached. "Sorry, I overslept and underate. I'm here for the class; am I too late?"
Twilight nodded. "I'm afraid so. But no worries. I can teach an extra lesson today."
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Bonus: Sexual Education 2: Hooves-On Learning
"I don't understand this; not one little bit," groaned the zebra. "You say I need lube, but I've managed with spit!"
Twilight sighed. "Well, yeah, you could use saliva to lubricate your dick, but it's not nearly as strong as some of the more persuasive lubricants. There are some good ones out there for fairly cheap. A four-ounce bottle of my personal favourite is only two bits at the corner shop."
"But why?" asked Gallus. He and a few other students had heard there was an extra lesson, and had jumped in to perhaps glean some extra information. "I've been able to make it this far without lubricant at all. You just have to do enough foreplay to make the mare all drippy. Works every time."
"It didn't work on me," corrected Silverstream.
"And we didn't have sex, did we?" argued Gallus. "I was blue-balled that night, and you... You never made it to halfway."
"Sure I did," she argued back. "I have a vibrator."
"Not the point," called Twilight, bringing the attention back to her. "While yes, you can and should engage in foreplay that would excite your female partner enough to make her wet for penetration, it's still a good idea to use lubricant. It's a good way to pick up any slack in your natural juices and guarantees that the mare will have a better time."
"So, what are we looking for?" asked Gallus. "I haven't seen it, or if I have, I didn't recognise it."
Twilight nodded and summoned a tube from her bedchambers. "This is the brand I use. As you can see, it's water-based, which is very safe, it's strawberry-mint scented, and contains menthol to soothe any inflammation from friction or any overstretching. I'm not sponsored, I'm just saying that this is what I've chosen to buy because it works well for me."
A few pencils went to paper to write down some details as to what to buy, and Twilight returned to her desk to put down the tube.
"Is it necessary if the mare is loose?" asked the zebra. "And can we see you demonstrate its use?"
Twilight turned around to face him. "Yes and no, in that order. No matter how many stallions your paramour has slept with, the gentlemanly thing to do would be to make sure you're preventing any friction burns and chafing."
Gallus raised his claw. "I think you should demonstrate. I don't know how to apply this stuff. I just told you I've never used it."
"It's not that complicated," scowled Twilight. "The instructions are listed on the back of the tube."
"Please, Headmistress?" begged Silverstream. "I don't want to do it wrong."
"I found out there's a wrong way to put on a condom," volunteered Ocellus. "That can be done wrong, so surely there's a way to do this wrong, too?"
"Show us! Show us! Show us!" came the chant from the students, all of them seemingly excited to see how it worked.
"No!!" boomed Twilight. "I have faith in you. All of you. You can do this. I know you can. The instructions are very clearly written on the tube. Here, I'll read them to you myself."
"Shouldn't one of us read it?" asked Gallus. "That way, we can ask questions if there's any confusion."
"Fine," sighed Twilight. She offered the tube to the zebra. "Go ahead."
He took the tube and looked it over, but was obviously confused. He pulled out a few pieces of paper to compare the pony script to words he knew. "Pony language is hard to read. I'd feel much better if you did this deed."
As she took it back, she accidentally grabbed the piece of paper he was referencing, and when she saw it, her heart skipped a beat as she suddenly felt a compulsion. "Oh, no..." was all she managed to say before the coupon took hold of her.
Still, she felt some relief that all he was asking her to do was read the instructions. "Apply a generous coating to both male and female genitalia before intercourse." She looked up. "Simple as that."
"So, like, our tits, too?" asked Silverstream.
"No," breathed Twilight. "Well, maybe. It depends on whether or not you want slippery nips."
Gallus immediately started writing that down as Twilight stood up and started rubbing her breasts together in front of her students. Suddenly, the zebra realized he'd lost his coupon, and that Twilight was moving in exactly the way he had been imagining. A smile crept across his face as he realised what opportunity had presented itself to him by accident. To test that theory, he wanted her to do something, and she felt it.
"On further reflection, I've changed my mind," said Twilight, her mouth moving on her own. "I've decided that I am going to demonstrate how lube works. If our volunteer would please come up to my desk and sit down where everycreature can see him?"
At Twilight's forced invitation, the zebra moved up to the front desk and sat on top of it, spreading his legs to show off his throbbing erection. Now, he did actually want a demonstration, and had come here to find out if there was anything that could make sex better for him, or anything he could do to land a partner and keep her coming back for more. He did want to learn, but he also wanted to be serviced by Princess Twilight. He had a thing for hot teachers.
"Now, pay attention, class. I'm going to demonstrate two different methods to apply lube. The first is a very standard method. This is how it is meant to be applied, and the other method used to be very unsafe before standard practices made all sexual lubricant food-safe."
She squirted a bit into her hoof and applied a generous coating to the lower half of his cock between his balls and his medial ridge, rubbing her hoof up and down as if she were jerking him off.
"Now, when you do this, make sure you go all the way to the tip. It is more important to lubricate the tip than the base. If you can only lubricate one because you don't have enough, first of all, you should buy more, and second, focus on the tip. If you're only going to be able to fit halfway in, it's not the back half that needs to be lubricated. The reason I'm not doing that is to show you the other method, reserved for those with more skill."
She tilted her head back, squirted some lube into her mouth, swished it around, then used it to start running his cock down her throat, to the shocked gasps of the class. When she came back up, his whole cock was shiny, as were her lips.
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Bonus: Sexual Education 3: Demonstrative Teaching
"Now, those of you that were in today's original lecture, this is a spectacular example of what not to do." Twilight wiped the cum off of her face, then sucked it off of her hoof. "As you can see, this zebra didn't last more than a minute down my throat. For him, this was a race to the finish line." She pointed to the orange line on the board. "He had two hours to spend once the coupon was activated, and he's already turning flaccid on my desk before ten minutes have passed. That means that more than seven eighths of his coupon are wasted."
Her hoof shot backward to fondle his balls. He wasn't done, yet. He just had to firm up before he could do anything.
"Since we are demonstrating, I think this is a good opportunity to explain why edging is a better method than just running to the finish line over and over. Every male has a refractory period. Some of the more impressive studs out there are capable of making their refractory period shorter, but this is a pretty rare trait. It usually lasts several minutes; more than enough time to blueball a mare."
As she said that, her other hoof shot down between her legs, and she started masturbating in front of her class. The shock of this caused her to gasp loudly.
"Gah!"
With a few murmurs from her students, she composed herself. "As I am demonstrating now, in the event that your male partner enters his refractory period, you can prevent yourself from being blueballed by edging yourself. Softer than this, though!"
Her hoof slowed down.
"That's better. Now, this is still an inequivalence, as recovering from this and finishing what's been started will leave him with two and me with just one, or if he manages to work any more, best case scenario, he'll have one more than me. That's why it's best to synchronise from the very beginning."
As he began to stiffen up, she found herself climbing up on top of him. "We will now demonstrate edging with a partner. It's a lot easier by yourself, which is why I encouraged you to practice on your own, but it's both possible and more fun with a partner. And, like all forms of good friendship, the basis for this is entirely contingent on good communication. When I am close, I will say so, and I'll take a moment away from him to lower my excitement. Likewise, when he is close, I will pull away and let him take a break."
"Can we practice?" asked Spike, raising a claw.
"On your own," waved Twilight, seeing that some of the students were already trying to. Gallus was very clearly rubbing his cock in sync with her hoof, as if trying to replicate what the zebra was feeling, but he stopped as soon as Spike asked permission, as if doing so might be the wrong thing to do. "I will let you practice on your own to acquire a feel for it before you start trying to feel for somepony else's. But, I want to hear you all giving signals. Tell your partner, in this case, your hoof or claw, to stop and wait. If nopony cums before the bell rings, no homework for a week."
With an offer like that, everycreature reached down between their legs and started to rub frantically.
"Remember, you need to last a little over an hour, so take it as slow as you need to."
Everycreature slowed down. None of them wanted to finish first and be the one that landed them all with extra homework.
With a nod, Twilight lowered herself down onto the zebra. He was a good size, and the look he was giving her showed an attentiveness that she'd not seen in some of her other partners. He was going to listen, she was sure of it.
"Okay, feel free to warm up a bit. What is most important at the beginning is that we cross that lower limit, but not the upper limit. And once you've crossed that first line, just stay there. Don't try to cross the second line, and don't let yourself fall back behind the first!"
As she warmed herself up slowly, she took special care to focus on her partner, to see when he was nearing his climax. Crossing the line with him would lead to failure on her part, and how could she possibly expect her students to trust her word when she couldn't do what she told them to do in a demonstration? Her integrity was riding on this, so she had to hope that he didn't force her to damage her credibility.
She could feel him starting to throb, and he let out a small whimper. The magic forced her hips up, as he didn't want her to make him the reason everyone else had homework, either.
"Listen, there," said Twilight. "He was close. He was almost there."
"You slide with no effort, just comfort and ease," he huffed, not remotely sure why he was so close already. "Are you really that good, or am I just easier to please?"
Twilight shook her head. "This is your first time using lube, remember?" She lowered herself back onto him slowly, so as not to set him off. "You've never felt a hole so slick as my pussy, not because I'm the best at sex; that fact is unproven at best and up for debate at worst, but because smart ponies have been hard at work making sex both safer and more enjoyable, the cool, refreshing tingle you feel is the result of that menthol I listed as an ingredient." She turned to the class. "Heed my advice; invest in some lubricant. It will improve your sex life."
With a general consensus from the class that they should be using lubricant more often, Twilight returned to her temporary paramour. He'd calmed down enough that she could start moving again, and she did so slowly. This was going to be a long session. But that was a good thing. If she could prove that she could give them longer, stronger sex, that was going to improve their view of her as an authority on the matter.
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Bonus: Sexual Education 4: Waiting for the Bell
Twilight was very impressed, now. Not only was it impressive that the zebra fucking her, while enacting his will upon her, was listening to her needs and letting her have some amount of control over her actions, but also that he was communicating properly with her, listening when she communicated to him, and more than anything else, that he had lasted this long. He'd been inside of her for a little over an hour now, meaning he had successfully completed his homework.
There was more to be impressed with. All of her students had lasted, though not without complaint. Gallus and Spike had been the most vocal, with Spike now gripping his balls tightly and not touching his penis at all, sweat pouring down his face as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm. By way of comparison, Gallus was standing in his chair, as well as Smolder's, his legs widely spread as he pinched the tip of his cock, drooling on the desk as his high-pitched whine told Twilight that if he relaxed his claw even a little bit, he would be the reason everypony had to start from the beginning.
Not that Twilight was going to assign the rest of them any homework at this point. Once they'd made it to the forty-five minute mark, she was so proud of them that she was just going to give them independant study time for the rest of the week to explore what kinks they liked. Even Gallus would be spared.
Not that she'd told any of them about that, though. If she had, they'd all be popping off right now, and leaving the room, leaving her alone with the zebra, unless, he, too popped off inside of her.
Speaking of, he was on top of her, now. She was lying on her back atop the desk, and he was standing between her legs, currently jackhammering her hard and fast, though they both knew by now that he could only go a few seconds this way before having to break away. Every so often, he'd switch up his style, going light and slow, deep and sensual, shallow and teasing, even eating her out when he felt that he was hovering too close to the edge.
He was sweating all over her, too, but she didn't care. She'd been sweating a lot, herself, from the strenuous nature of this exercise, and between the drooling, lube, and her own juices, she was covered in so many fluids. She was going to need a shower before bed, regardless of what else happened tonight.
As he pulled out again, panting and wheezing, she looked up at the clock. "One more minute, everyone," she huffed out, her chest heaving as she spoke. "Sixty-nine, sixty-eight..."
As he plunged back into her, she pulled him down into a kiss. It was a bit of a shock to the boys, but the girls were feeling it. So was Spike, who let out a whine and tightened his abdomen again.
Being this close to release was agonizing. They were all so excited that they could all just burst at a moment's notice, but they had to hold. This was their vow.
"Forty-five," breathed Twilight. "The second that bell rings, let it out!"
The zebra plunged back into her, deeply rubbing, but as slow as he could. She could feel him pulsing. He wasn't going to make it.
Utilizing a spell Cadance had taught her (that was meant for massive insertions; something Twilight was vehemently against), she stretched out the inside of her pussy, so as to have less contact with him. He only had to last a little longer.
"Thir--... Thirty..."
"T-twenty-five," moaned Silverstream, taking over Twilight's count. She had been quiet since they started, aside from the occasional moan to let everyone know that she was close.
"Twen--ty," continued Gallus.
"Fif-f-fteen," nodded Spike.
"Ten," nodded Ocellus, waving for the rest of the class to join her.
"Five. Four. Three! Two!! ONE!!!"
As the bell didn't ring, there was a wave of panicked screams. It was a few seconds of false start before the bell rang out, and everyone came all at once, harder than any of them ever had before. All of the students, arranged in two tiered hemicircles, all shot their loads and squirted at the center of the classroom, absolutely drenching Twilight.
The one most effected by it, however, was Ocellus. As everypony's hearts swelled and overflowed with love for this feeling; this closeness that they all shared with each other, the comradery was exceptionally powerful, and she collapsed, convulsing to the floor as she was shocked with first the accolade of having accomplished such a monumental task together, and then the massive wave of concern for her health as a fair few of the students rushed to her aid, which regrettably only made it worse.
She was, however, among the half that managed to recover. Ten minutes after the bell rang, the larger half of the students had fallen asleep, likewise overwhelmed by the feeling, while the lesser of the two halves managed to somehow pull themselves to their hooves and walk to the front of the room.
"Well..." Twilight panted, already up on her hooves. "Well done, everyone. I hope that this lesson has been... insightful."
Silverstream opened her mouth to say something, but having clawed herself silly, could only manage a gasping giggle.
"Ocellus, how are you managing?"
"G-good," she choked out, trembling. "No, great. No! Fantastigasm. I mean...!"
Twilight held up her hoof. "I know what you mean." She looked over to Spike, who was passed out on his chair. "Are you going to make it back to your dorms okay?"
"Are you?" asked Ocellus. "You were hit pretty hard, there."
Twilight bit her lip as she looked back at the zebra. "I don't know. Maybe if I brought a certain somepony with me?"
Silverstream's eyes widened. "B-but! Isn't that without consent? Isn't that the problem with the coupons?"
Twilight shook her head. "He made a series of choices to make me do what I did, and what I'm going to do is make sure he wakes up comfortably. It's not going to be good for him to sleep on the desk like that."
"Oh," nodded Silverstream. "In that case..." She grabbed Gallus and Slung him over her shoulder. "I'm going to make sure Gallus rests well!"
"Ooh!" screeched Ocellus. "I want Smolder and Spike!"
Twilight knew what they were going to do, and her brow furrowed. Then, she remembered that they had partnered up that way to do the homework, and even if they couldn't consent, being passed out, they were better off with their friends than on the floor.
Bonus: Thought I Was Safe 1: Sanctuary
Brass Button had heard of the plague sweeping the country. She knew about the zebras and their ability to break through a mare's consent with nothing more than a piece of paper. All these stallions wanted was sex, sex, and more sex, and they could have any mare they came across with no repercussions.
Luckily, she didn't ever have to deal with that. She was untouchable. Not because she was anypony special, but because she owned a small sewing and craft store, which was situated below her apartment, atop which was a small greenhouse. She could bunker down in this building and never have to go out. She had running water, she grew her own food, she could pay her bills by mail, as well as receiving packages, and ponies came to her, rather than her having to go to them. More importantly, they were all mares. For once, sexism was protecting her.
"Just this," nodded a young mare, holding two bolts of cotton twill; one black and one yellow. "That's all."
Button nodded and grabbed one of the bolts. "How much?"
"I think a good five metres should do. For the black, I mean. Four for the yellow."
"You need thread to stitch this all together?"
The mare shook her head. "I have some clear nylon. It should be completely invisible."
"I see." She started measuring out the fabric. "So, what's the occasion?"
The mare shuffled a bit, then mumbled something.
"Didn't quite catch that..."
"It's a costume party," she blushed. "I'm going as a queen bee."
A costume party. That certainly explained why all of her mask forms were disappearing over the last week or so. Rather, she was selling them, but they were selling out quickly.
"So, who's the host?"
"My husband's boss, I think. I don't know him all that well, but he seems to think that I'm going to have fun, and maybe have trouble making it home tonight. Something about "losing our house key," or something like that."
"Oh, geez... Well, I hope you have a spare key."
"We do! under the--"
"No! No, no... Don't tell me. As long as you know where it is, you're fine."
"Oh... right... Sorry, I'm just nervous."
Button shook her head. "Don't be nervous. You're going to be just fine. Better than fine, actually." She packed up the fabric into a bag, along with a plastic tiara on the house. "You're going to be the sexiest mare at that party, and every single stallion there is going to want to take you home. Your husband is a lucky stallion."
The young mare's face couldn't be any more red. "Th-thanks..."
As she walked out, a white mare with a mohawk walked in, wearing a small cloak. "Good evening, ma'am," smiled Button. "Can I help you find anything?"
The mare looked around and spotted the display of yarn on the northern shelves. "Had some spare time, thought I'd learn how to knit. If you don't mind, I think I'll just browse for a bit."
In truth, Button did mind. It was about half an hour until she closed, and she'd like to close up shop for the day and go upstairs to bed. Having a customer come in now meant she'd have to wait until she left, and that meant staying on the clock for a bit longer. At least if she could help her, she could be done for the day and just pop upstairs to start her dinner.
Seeing as she couldn't help the new customer, and she wanted to just be done with the day, she slipped out from behind the register to flip the sign to say "Closed." She wasn't going to lock the door just yet, knowing that her customer still had to leave, but she could prevent anypony else from coming in.
She took the time to tidy up a bit, returning the bolts of fabric to their proper place on the racks, picked up a few things, did some light dusting... anything to kill the time.
Then her clock rang out. Eight o'clock exactly. "Ma'am?" she called out. "Ma'am?"
The mare poked her head out. "I assure you, I am doing fine. Just looking at these balls of twine."
"Yes, I understand. I assure the quality of all of my wares. But it's time for me to close up shop, so I'm going to need you to make your purchase very soon, or come back tomorrow. I have to lock up."
The mare nodded. "I understand. It's very late. My further decisions will have to wait."
Button nodded and ushered the mare up to the counter, where she checked out all of the items. "Seven bits."
The mare fished into her coinpurse and pulled out the amount required, sliding it across the counter.
"So, what are you making?"
The mare shook her head. "I don't have any plans of yet. But I shall come up some soon, I'd bet."
"I hear ya. Just having the materials nearby makes me think of what I could do with them."
"Indeed, I've been thinking of what I should do." She put away the supplies she had purchased, and pulled out a sheet of paper, pushing it forward. "Well, not what exactly, but rather, it's who ..."
Button looked down at the paper, and her eyes went wide. This mare wasn't a pony at all, but a zebra. And a soldier, at that!
Button's hooves were shaking as she pulled the coupon across the counter. "What, uh... What did you do in the army?"
"I'm an armourer, if you truly must know. I made gambeson through quilting, now upstairs you go."
Button's hooves moved on their own, walking to the back as the zebra locked the front door and turned out the lights. The shop was officially closed.
Button had always been afraid that one of those zebra stallions was going to come into her shop and force themselves on her against her will. In her wildest dreams, two would come in and take turns, and she liked how gentle and kind they were, but she knew that was just a fantasy. This was reality. She was really going to service one. Only, she'd never expected it to be a mare. And having been in the army with a bunch of horny stallions, this mare must have had more than a few rough encounters. Button could only imagine what kind of sick, twisted fantasy was about to be made into her reality.
Bonus: Thought I Was Safe 2: Two Mares
The zebra yanked off her cloak and hung it on the coat rack. She had seven stripes, all on her back. Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and violet, starting at her shoulder and running just to her tail. "Not a bad setup for a single life," she noted, looking around at the room. There were three in total; a living room with kitchenette, a small bathroom, and a bedroom, all pretty sparsely decorated, but what little was there was good stuff. Through a door opposite the stairwell was a section of flat roof that led up to her greenhouse, fenced in for safety, and reinforced to keep zebra stallions from making demands from the street. "It's clear you never thought to be somepony's wife."
"I had, actually," argued Button. "I just never met the right stallion."
"True, they're not great with the tender care. That's why you need to find yourself a good mare."
"I don't swing that way," she snorted.
The zebra shrugged and flopped down on the bed. "You've never considered it, and I can guess the reason why. You've never bothered to give it a try. Well, that is a problem that the two of us can rout." She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. "On your knees, now. Eat your mistress out!"
Button tried to resist, but she couldn't. Grunting and pulling away, her hooves and legs came down to the floor beside her bed. Her jaw was pried open and her tongue slithered through her teeth as her lips moved closer and closer to the Zebra mare. She wasn't wet yet, but there was a little bit of splitting from the zebra's anticipation.
As Button tried to catch her breath, her mouth was mashed into the zebra pussy. There was no fanfare, no foreplay, no rubbing with her hoof, no licking the outside. As soon as she let go, her tongue was inside of the zebra, digging around and slurping up whatever she could. It was salty and sweaty, as if she hadn't bathed today.
The zebra tossed her head back and moaned softly. "Yes, that's good, drink down what's in my slit. Go as deep as you can; mash your nose to my clit!"
Button had no choice but to do as she was told, pressing her face so hard against the zebra's crotch that her clitoris slid up into her nose, clogging one of her nostrils. She could barely breathe, and all she could taste was pussy. She couldn't even pull away, as her neck was already quite sore from trying, and her hooves weren't listening to her.
Thankfully, a few minutes later, she pulled away, taking a deep breath and swallowing what she'd managed to slurp out. Part of her had wanted to spit it out, but this was her own carpet, and she'd have to clean it up. Still, she didn't have a choice, as she was made to swallow before going back down.
But it wasn't pussy she was eating this time. "Look at you, putting your lips to my pucker," chuckled the zebra. "That's a step up from your normal cunt-sucker. Push that tongue in, I want to feel how it squirms. This activity you're doing, your desire confirms."
Button let out a soft moan, completely against her will. She didn't like suckling on zebra arse, she was being forced to by the coupon. At the same time, she didn't want to make it audible that she was enjoying herself, because that was an outright lie.
Thankfully, she didn't have to do this for very long, as she was soon called up to the bed. "Lie on your back and spread your legs wide. Show me that you have nothing to hide."
Lying down as instructed, Button pulled her back legs apart as her front hooves separated her labia. She could feel the rush of cold air inside of her as she was made to welcome her zebra commander in.
The zebra pushed her nose up against the gaping hole and took a deep inhale. "What a fragrant pussy you have for me to lick. Don't worry, my pet, I shall ready you quick."
Just like that, the zebra was inside of her, spreading her lips wide and lapping at her insides. It was uncomfortable showing that to anyone. One of the reasons she had gone into clothing design was because she didn't want strange ponies looking at her butt.
"Mmm, your juices are tasty, I must confess. Tell me, are you familiar with the scissor press?"
Button shook her head. She wasn't forced to this time, being asked a legitimate question, and she had given an honest answer.
With a nod, the zebra turned around and locked their legs together, left legs on top, right legs on the bottom. As their hips moved closer and closer, Button could feel the heat radiating off of the zebra's cunt. She couldn't have been more aroused, and Button was forced to endure.
Their lips touched and started rubbing against each other, making a wet slurping sound. The zebra's arousal, as well as both of their saliva, had moistened the area and made it quite slick. Every few seconds, their exposed clitorises would bump against each other, and that was likely by the zebra's design, because she would work herself up to it and then press hard when it happened. It wasn't just for her, either, as the rubbing and teasing was going to make Button cum, too.
She'd never been intimate with anypony. She had never found somepony she wanted to be intimate with. The way she figured it, if there was somepony out there that was right for her, she'd find them, starting with just talking it out. If she liked them, she might ask them out, and she had, but all of the stallions she liked were either gay or married. Who else would walk into a fabric store?
For the first time in her life, she was having sex, and with an audible gasp, they both came at once as they pressed their labia together as hard as they could. The pressure and angle forced the vaginal fluid around them, spraying their crotches with evidence of their lovemaking.
The zebra separated, lifting her hips for a moment and rubbing herself with her hoof, squirting a bit more onto Button's belly and chest before flopping back down. "I need a minute, or maybe a few," she panted. "Once I recover, there's something else we can do..."
Bonus: Thought I Was Safe 3: Strapped
Button was not given a reprieve or rest for the duration of the zebra's recovery. She was rubbing herself, edging herself up to keep herself aroused for the zebra's entertainment. She wasn't allowed to cum without the zebra's permission, but she was close. She had been close for the last ten minutes, and it was starting to weigh heavily on her mind.
"That's enough," smiled the zebra. "Face down on the bed. It's time that you felt what it's like to be bred."
Button flopped down on the bed, mashing her face into the pillow and pressing her shoulders to the mattress. Her hooves stayed between her legs, which were spread wide under her lifted tail. In this position, she couldn't see anything, but she could hear. Oddly, she could hear better than normal.
Some kind of plastic was being placed against something sticky. Fake leather, maybe? Were zebras brutal enough to use real leather? Then some plastic clasps clicking into place. One of those three-pronged belt buckles, it sounded like. Then the slide of a nylon strap through a ladder clasp. Finally, the jingling of metal on metal. A small chain, most likely. It stopped making noise with the snap of a button.
She wanted to jump the instant she felt hooves on her arse. "Are you sure you've not been with a mare before?" asked the zebra. "You're spreading your legs like an over-tipped whore."
Button had to think on that for a few seconds. At first, she thought the zebra had misspoke. Tipped over or overturned would be the way to say it. Then she realised that a whore that was over-tipped would be one that was paid extra in advance, who would be doing whatever her client asked. It took a lot more brainpower to figure this out than she would like to admit, because her mind was still pretty cloudy.
She felt a rush of air across her labia, like a sniff. Then something solid and wide pressed against her entrance. She thought it was a hoof for a second, then both of them squeezed her arse. She knew the mare was alone with her, and she knew the door was locked. Nopony could have come in in such a short time, and she'd spent enough time between the zebra's legs to know what was there. So what was this thing pushing into her?
As it slid further and further in, she could tell that it was some kind of rubber material. It was long, fairly firm, was flared at the tip, and had a ridge in the midd-- It was a dildo. It was a rubber dildo, and all of the straps were the zebra securing it to her hips. The sticky thing being pressed against the waterproof material was her dripping pussy, and the material was the front of her belt.
Speaking of the front of her belt, it was now pressed against Button's button. She could feel the cold metal clasps at the base of the dildo, holding it in place. She had never had anything so big inside of her before, and she almost came just from being so filled.
"It seems that I have taken your first," chuckled the zebra. "You think it's bad now, but here comes the thirst. After you've had your very first score, you'll find that you are begging for more! Now, roll over, I want to hear you scream when you realise a mare has made you cream!"
Button flipped over and grabbed her knees, looking down at the strap-on between them. They were absolutely soaked, both of them. As the zebra pulled back, it revealed a bright red translucent tube, which was covered in little bumps. As she figured, the base was held in place by a metal ring with a few small clasps. What she didn't expect was how close their breasts were. As the zebra plunged in as deep as she could go, they were close enough that they could just barely touch.
"You like my tits?" asked the zebra, taking note of her gaze. As the zebra took hold of Button's ankles, her hooves were free to grab and massage them. "Give them some love. A squeeze, a massage, a poke or a shove."
Button did as she was commanded as the zebra gyrated her hips, keeping Button so curled that her hooves could always reach her breasts. They really were quite lovely, with thinned and soft white hair covering the supple pink skin, except for the black nipples.
Suddenly, her hooves were pressed between their breasts as the zebra leaned down, pressing their bodies together, ending with their lips and tongue. The zebra shoved her tongue into Button's mouth, and Button started sucking on it. The mouth was very, very different from her own in flavour. It was very earthy and herbal. She considered her mouth to be normal, but the zebra probably thought the same about her own mouth.
"You taste sweet, like a candy surprise. Can you feel the pressure in your loins rise?"
She could. She was going to cum again. She was close. She had been for a while, she just wasn't allowed. She was right on the edge, and she was fit to break.
Suddenly, the zebra picked up her pace, pounding her pussy as hard as she could. As their lips separated, Button could hear her own voice crying out in extreme pleasure as her back legs wrapped around the zebra's hips and pulled her in. The combined force of several orgasms denied over the course of the encounter all being let through at once forced her head back as her whole body was rocked. The zebra didn't stop, either, continuing to slam into her pussy with the dildo until Button was little more than a goofy, sopping puddle of limbs and drool on the mattress. She could not move, save for her eyes, which were starting to turn bleary. She was losing consciousness, having been fucked silly by the zebra.
The last thing she saw before her mind went completely blank was the zebra unstrapping the clasps from her waist, wrapping the belt around Button's, instead. The device was inside-out, meaning there was still a dildo in her pussy, and it would presumably stay there until she woke up, whenever that would be...
Introduction 4: Peace at a Price
Celestia sat proudly on her throne, reading the news. She had expected that paying off the zebras to stop would result in them backing off, but happily, they did one better. They completely flipped their allegiance, going after the gryphons that had sent them after Equestria in the first place. Granted, the gryphons still had more money, and could easily flip it back, but their greed had been their downfall, and once the first manor had been stormed, the entire coalition dissolved. The two smartest ones packed up and left, and were now in hiding, but the rest had been left penniless, at best, while others went out with a bang, followed by a whimper.
The zebras had not kept the wealth plundered from the gryphons. Apparently, as Celestia had not drafted a new contract, but just bought out the old one and turned it around, there was an executive order to bring anything of value back to the employer, so Equestria's coffers were overflowing, now. Celestia could easily reimburse all of her citizens for the tasks the zebras requested of them, and there was even enough left over for funerary services for the soldiers departed.
Hundreds of coupons had already gone out, and were being returned to her with smiling faces. Everypony was happy. Not only was there peace throughout Equestria, but unemployment had taken a sharp drop, there were reports of late bloomers finding their cutie marks after years of no success as adults, and best of all, she hadn't heard tell of a violent death since the ceasefire. This had worked out better than she could have imagined.
As she saw her sister on her way to bed, she ran over. "Lunie, I owe you an apology. I never should have doubted that your plan would work."
"Think nothing of it, dear sister," smiled Luna breathily. The bags under her eyes showed her tiredness, and a bit of egg on her face denoted that she'd fallen asleep momentarily on top of her breakfast. "Do recall that, despite being significantly less popular with the population, we, too, desire their safety and happiness. We desire the good health of all of our little ponies."
"Right. I do, too. I just wanted to say, I'm sorry I said your plan was silly and wouldn't work."
"You said no such thing."
"Well, I certainly thought so. And for having so little faith in you, I owe you an apology. What can I do to make this right?"
"Waffles," answered Luna. "I want waffles, not pancakes. Send for a repairpony to fix the waffle iron."
"Done."
"We are going to bed, now. Good day, dear sister."
Celestia nodded. "Sleep well, Lunie."
As Luna walked off, Celestia returned to the main hall, where a soldier was waiting impatiently for her. "Princess! We have an emergency situation!"
Celestia sat down. "Go on, then."
"Ma'am. The zebras have discovered the brothels."
Celestia waited for a moment, then waved her hoof. "And?"
"The standard cost of brothel activity has remained unchanged!"
"Yes, I had that in place so that they could make use of our services."
"Well, they are!"
"Good. What's the emergency?"
"They can do this to any Equestrian citizen of their choice!"
Celestia shook her head. "All underage ponies are exempt from this, as are a few other groups. In fact, you can't do that when there are children present, anyway. Indecent exposure where minors are present is expressly forbidden. They can't just grab a random pony off the street and start making love to them then and there."
"But they can take ponies to their hotel rooms, or demand to be let into their houses!"
Celestia's face turned white. The guard didn't notice that, but he did spot her jaw dropping. "Oh, no..."
"Yes! That's why I'm telling you, it's an emergency situation!"
Celestia summoned a quill and ink, writing a quick letter and sending it off. She took a deep breath. "I have alerted General Zachar that we need to talk. He was very reasonable when last we spoke; perhaps he'll be reasonable this time, as well."
As if in answer to her statement, a letter suddenly popped into existence in front of her, bearing the general's seal.
"See? I knew he'd be reasonable. We're going to talk about this right away."
She opened the letter and quickly read through it. It was bad news. That is to say, it was also good news, but mostly bad news.
"He had already returned home," explained Celestia. "He's currently overseeing a problem with an attack on their water supply, but he should be here next week."
"Next week?! We can't wait that long!"
"We have to!" shouted Celestia back. "The coupons are legally binding contracts, and all disputes about the coupon are to be heard in the royal court of Canterlot, right here in this room. I can't add an addendum to the coupon forbidding this behaviour until the dispute is heard and agreed to, and we can't do that until he arrives." She sighed and rubbed her forehead. "We just have to make sure that this little... loophole... doesn't grow into a massive issue in that time. How many perpetrators have we encountered?"
"Twelve, here in Canterlot."
"That's not so bad."
"Eighty-five in Manehattan."
Celestia swallowed. "That's not good..."
"And over six hundred across the whole of Equestria."
Celestia dropped her head into her hooves. "That's enough for now. I need time to think. Please, keep me informed twice daily if those numbers change. Dawn and dusk, you hear me?"
"Loud and clear, your highness," he saluted. "If that's all, I'm going to return to my patrols."
As he walked away, Celestia couldn't help but notice his slight limp. As his tail swayed to match his steps, she managed to catch a glimpse of some white fluid caught in some of the mussed fibres. He wasn't just a guard reporting the numbers. He was a victim.
"Actually, there is something I need from you."
He turned around. "Yes, Ma'am?"
"Take the next few hours off. Take a shower, see the royal physician, take a nap. Your duties resume at five this evening. That's an order."
The guard saluted once more. "Yes, Ma'am."
As he limped off, his head a bit lower and flushed for being found out, Celestia sat and thought. She had to come up with something. There had to be a way to alter the contract to disallow prostitution. It was a legal practice, and perfectly safe, if regulated, but to have everypony on the street open to that field and not by choice would not only make the practice unregulated, but also endanger her citizens. That was not a good thing.
Brother and Sister 1: Brought Together
"I'm telling you, I'm not the type of stallion who does this sort of thing," huffed Chuckle Mask, stepping into the motel accompanied by his zebra employer. "I don't sleep with other stallions. It's nothing personal, I just don't swing that way."
"You misunderstand the task I have given," smirked the zebra, ushering him along. "Though your homophobic remarks will be forgiven."
"I'm not homophobic," he answered. "That's not what I meant. Whatever makes them happy, I'm perfectly fine letting them do. But with each other, not me. I like mares. Please, don't make me do this..."
"Don't fret," smirked the zebra. "In the aftermath, you'll find that I've sent you down a very loving path. It's paved with understanding, not with plain stone. A mare waits for you, and for you, she will moan."
Chuckle looked back "Seriously?"
The zebra nodded as he turned the key in the lock.
"Dude, you should have led with that. I'd have been way more into that."
As they stepped into the suite, the zebra flopped down on the couch. "Here's what will happen in this room today. You and a mare will be made to play. I will watch while sitting over here, while you fill her pussy with your mighty spear."
"Sounds good," smiled Chuckle. "Where is she?"
The zebra nodded at the door that led to the bedroom. "Do not forget the voucher's powers. You two will keep me entertained for a full two hours."
"Yeah, perhaps more, at no extra charge," smirked Chuckle, walking over to the door and knocking on it. "I'm going to rock her world so hard that she's going to beg me to keep going."
"I certainly hope that this is the case." The zebra already had his cock out, and was lightly stroking it. "You may not feel the same once you see her face."
"Why? Is she ugly, or something?"
The door opened, and a mare stepped out. "No..."
Chuckle's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. "You cannot be serious!" he shouted. "Really?"
"I suggest you start boning, your time begins now," said the zebra, massaging his balls. "Blowjob comes first, and then you two plow."
As if their bodies were forced to move, Chuckle stepped backward into a chair. His dick instantly erected itself, despite his objections.
The mare sniffled as she positioned herself between his knees. "Big brother..."
"It's not me, Weepy," he said, trying to avoid looking at her face. His neck wouldn't move, no matter how he pulled, but his eyes darted away. "I'm sorry."
Her hoof moved down between her legs and began to play with herself as she began to lick his underside, occasionally nuzzling his balls. "You smell wonderful," she choked, as if she were trying to resist the words. "I can't wait to feel your cock inside me."
"And I can't wait to feel your insides wrapped around me," he blurted out, not even able to register what he'd said until after he'd said it. "I want you so bad. You have no idea how long I've wanted this..."
"Or how long you were," she forced, along with a coquettish giggle. To accentuate this, she dragged her tongue from the base to his head, rubbing the tip of her tongue around the end of his urethra.
The zebra moaned and squirmed, clearly enjoying himself as he watched. He was hard as a rock, licking his teeth as he stroked his cock with his right hoof, his left weighing his balls.
Weeping Mask opened her jaw and started to swallow Chuckle's dick into her mouth. He tilted his head back and let out a long, guttural moan as his member was warmed by her tight, wet throat. It took mere seconds for him to forget his situation, and he felt some of his tension slip away. His dick twitched a bit, and, despite the spell not making him do so, moved his right hoof onto her cheek.
She went down as far as she could, then, applying gentle suction, slowly pulled herself back up, wiggling her tongue against the big vein running along his length. When she reached his tip, she went back down again, and sucked a bit harder and slower as she came back up.
She then dipped down between his legs, slurping and sucking on his balls as she ran her hoof along his shaft. There were even a few instances where she lifted his balls with her nose so she could tongue his arsehole.
As his head rolled back down, Chuckle suddenly remembered who was doing this. A twinge of pain shot through him as he tried to bolt in shock, but the magic forced him to stay. "Let me see how wet that pussy is, sis," he found himself saying.
As she swallowed his cock once more, she held up her hoof, drenched in her juices. Grabbing her by the wrist, he inhaled deeply, cementing the scent of her sex permanently in his mind. There was nothing he could do to suppress this memory. He would know for the rest of his life the scent of his sister's arousal.
He slowly licked her hoof, letting the taste linger on his lips. Every breath drew her scent further into his lungs, growing stronger and stronger. Every taste heightened his desire to mount her, as much as he was trying to suppress it. While the civilised part of his brain was screaming at him how wrong this was; that he shouldn't be licking up his sister's mare cum from her hoof while she sucked him off, the more basic part of him was demanding that he pin her down and drill the ever-loving shit out of her. She was a mare; one that was very aroused and ready to be fucked hard. He was a stallion, with big, heavy balls just loaded with semen. He was aching to shoot as much of that as he could into her ovaries and make a baby with her. But he also didn't want that.
Weeping Mask suddenly pulled back up. Chuckle had been so enthralled in fighting off his primal urges that he'd forgotten that she'd been choking on his cock for the last minute, and hadn't been breathing. "I can't take it anymore!" she shouted, pulling her hoof away and turning away from him, bowing to the floor and spreading her legs. As she lifted her tail, her glistening slit beckoned him entry. "I need you inside of me, big brother! Right fucking NOW!!"
From the floor to the counter and all around the kitchen, the zebra moved Cupcake around and pinned her down, slapping his balls against her clit and arsehole thousands of times, as well as her nose and chin. She started to give up struggling an hour in, as while she still hated him, he was way better at sex than Carrot was. He wasn't just a big dick with a hefty pair of balls; he clearly knew how to use them properly. If he weren't such an arse, she'd feel better about inviting him back to fill her puff pastry with custard, which she almost certainly would.
As promised, he took her back into the pantry to finish her off. She was covered by now, not just in cum, but in condensed milk, sugar, honey and, as a bag spilled onto her, dried blueberries. It was her own fault, though, moaning like a whore in heat while shaking the rack. While the zebra was the one to blame for putting her in that state, she had been the one to mount that shelf.
"Yes! YES!! Fuck me harder!" she cried out. The spell wasn't forcing her to do that, but she would claim so if anypony heard her.
And of course, the zebra would oblige, slapping his sticky hips against her arse and coming apart, leaving strands of sticky fluid threading between them, whatever that fluid actually was at this point. He was aware that she was loving this, and if he ever came back and offered her a roll in the hay, he had a good chance of not needing a coupon anymore.
His cock flared. He'd already cum three times, and he was almost running an empty tank. But he still had one load left to give, and it was going right inside of her engorged pussy.
Before long, she came, and she came hard, splashing several bags of flour and ruining over a hundred bits of product, which was small change at this point. Her affirmations and screams could be heard in the dining area.
Her convulsing vaginal walls were enough to finish him off. He slammed in deep, his urethra poking through her cervix, and pumped the biggest, hardest load he could straight into her womb, filling her with as much sperm as he could muster. He would make her carry his child, for when it came out, she could no longer hide her indiscretions from her husband.
As he pulled out, sweaty and sticky, she turned around and started licking his cock clean. He wasn't going to tell her this, but it had been two minutes since she'd been forced to do anything. She was worshiping his dick because he was that good, and because she was a common slut, not because he was making her. Still, once his dick was clean, he stood up and left, letting her come back to her senses.
She couldn't believe what she'd done. The clock indicated that her time was done, and she was no longer under the power of the spell, and yet, she really wanted to invite him to come back and ride her all night long. Was she really this desperate for good sex that she'd cheat on her husband again, very willingly this time? She didn't want to think about it.
Stepping out of the pantry on wobbly legs, still trying to adjust to the carrot still shoved up her arse, she saw Carrot sweeping up, avoiding areas where they had spilled something sticky on the floor to avoid having to wash the broom. He would use a scraper to pick that up, and then finish with a mop.
He looked up and smiled at her before returning to his work. "How was he?"
Cupcake swallowed hard. "You know?"
"I saw you sucking his dick. I also saw his coupon on the counter. I know it wasn't your fault, I'm just... Feeling a little insecure. I mean, he was big."
"He certainly was," she trembled. "Big and very forceful."
Carrot stopped for a moment and looked her right in the eye. "Are big and forceful a pair of traits you find appealing?"
"Carrot..."
"Cupcake, I'm not blaming you. But I've never heard you make such sounds before, and I've never made you tremble like you are now. You already know how good he is in bed." He put his hoof on the table. "I just need to know if you're happy with me."
She walked up to him and placed a hoof on his cheek, pulling him into a kiss. "Carrot... That was the best sex I've ever had, by a very wide margin. But I don't love him. I love you."
He forced a smile, but she could tell by his grimace that he was disturbed by how sticky her hoof was.
"I'm going to go up and take a shower," she chuckled. "He left me a mess."
"Are you going to see him again?" asked Carrot, clearly still upset. "I mean, I'm not going to fault you for wanting to replicate the "best sex of your life," but... If you're going to, I'd like to ask you two to find another place to do it."
Cupcake's jaw dropped. "You're kicking me out?"
Carrot's eyes shot open, and he waved his hooves negatively. "No, no, I'm just saying, a lot of the customers were upset at having to hear it, and I had to tell the kids not to come inside after school. I sent them out with Pinkie for the day after seeing the cum-glazed cupcakes you made. All I'm trying to say is, maybe our kitchen is not the right place for a tryst like this. Maybe he has a hotel room, or something?"
"Oh. Okay." She thought about it for a moment. She really wanted his dick again, but she also didn't want to hurt Carrot's feelings. He was, after all, her husband, and was exceptionally skilled at his job, to the point where he could almost run the whole place by himself. Even if he couldn't, he always had Pinkie Pie. "And, Carrot?"
"Yeah?"
"If you're ever feeling... particularly pent-up... I won't be mad if yo--"
"Not going to happen," he smiled. "I could never cheat on you. You're my wife. You spent nine whole months carrying around the twins. How could I ever even think about doing that to the mother of my children?"
Cupcake swallowed hard, again. "Okay, so... Here's the thing about that..."
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Not What I Asked For 3: The Part Where Cleo Joins In
For a few minutes, Dance just sat there, a huge cock rammed up his arse. He'd never so much as shoved a vibrator up there, even a small one, and something huge had penetrated him and was rearranging his guts. It was the most painful thing he'd ever felt, and yet, he knew he wasn't injured. Somehow, despite going in dry at first, he'd managed to take the whole thing with only his saliva as lube.
"You ready for this, butt-slut?" whispered Bight, leaning forward.
Dance swallowed hard. Whether he was ready or not didn't matter. This was happening. One way or another, this was happening.
"Deep breath..."
As he took a deep breath, he began to slide forward. Having grown accustomed to the feeling of being stretched so painfully far, the sudden cavity inside of him felt amazing. It wasn't quite a pleasure, as much as it was a lack of pain. When he'd normalised the agony of being stuffed, the sudden relaxation of his muscles was akin to floating on a cloud. It wasn't great, as he could still feel some residual pain, but it was at least a huge step up.
Then it went right back to agony as he stopped moving up, and went back down. Any relief he would have felt from being evacuated was immediately counteracted as he was once more stretched to fit around the monstrous cock of this giant minotaur.
As he came to a rest at the base of his cock, Bight's hand reached around him and started fondling his balls. "You like that, cocksocket?"
Of course, he didn't, but Dance's head just nodded. Perhaps if he said that he was starting to enjoy it, he could either convince himself that it wasn't so bad, or he'd make it less fun for them, and they'd stop pushing so hard. On the other hoof, they might see that he was starting to like it and double down to please him, which would only make things worse for him.
"Good. Feel these."
Bight brought up his own balls, juggling Dance's on top of them. All four testicles were being fondled in the same hand; the same meaty, powerful, rough hand. Dance could feel the muscles, and a sudden thought occurred to him. Bight was huge, with muscles to match. He could probably rip them off, if he wanted to, holding him in place with his other hand so that he couldn't run off, even with the coupon having worn off. It wasn't like he could run very far, anyway; he'd be in too much pain. He couldn't hide, either, as he'd leave a bloody trail behind him as he went.
"Hey."
As he felt a tug on his balls, he felt a sharp twinge of pain in his throat and hips. He'd instinctively tried to yelp and bolt, but his body had locked up.
"What're you thinking about that's caused you to go all soft in the dick and tight in the arse?"
Dance couldn't answer. He couldn't form the words, and he didn't want to plant any ideas in their heads on how to torture him more than they already were. All he could muster was a pitiful whimper.
"Oh, I see what's going on, here." Bight pushed his left arm forward, so that his bicep was right in front of Dance's face, then flexed. The muscle tone was absolutely phenomenal. "You felt my powerful, muscular physique, and now you're scared I'm going to break you. Is that it?"
He nodded sheepishly.
"Let me tell you something, bitch boy... For the rest of the night, you're going to be acting as my sex toy. We have already established this. What we haven't established is that I take very good care of my toys, yourself included. After all, if I were to rip you in half, where would the fun be? You'd be all floppy, and I'd have to pay to have the room cleaned, and blood costs a lot more than semen, I can tell you right now. Trust me, I derive far more pleasure in keeping your itty-bitty balls right where they are."
That did make him feel a little bit better, at least. A moment later, he was pushed forward again, this time making it to the floor. His front hooves, anyway. His hind end was still elevated by Bight's hands, now moved to his hips. At least part of him was on the floor, now.
"Don't worry," smiled Cleo, stepping up in front of him. "He's as gentle as can be. If he weren't, do you really think he'd ever fit into me?"
Dance shook his head, feeling a little better. Her pussy had looked tight as a drum when he'd sniffed it on the way up. She was doing fine. If that was any indication, he'd be able to recover, too.
That was a comforting thought as Bight began to thrust. He was slow, at first, but before too long, he was beginning to pick up speed. It had been several minutes, and Dance was growing more and more used to the feeling of having his arse filled. That meant that every thrust in was feeling less bad, and every pull out was feeling more good. With all of this stretching him out, he may even be able to find pleasure with a regular stallion, after this.
"Look at that," smiled Cleo, rubbing her hoof against his cheek. "You're taking his cock with the greatest of ease. Should I reward you with what's hidden between my knees?"
"Y-yes!" exclaimed Dance. "Yes, please! I would love to see it again. I'd love to feel it, too, and to taste it! Can I, please?"
Her jaw dropped, and a look of excitement grew over her face. "Well, this is a turn I wouldn't have guessed. Who am I to turn down such a fervent request?"
Placing a hoof on his shoulder, she lifted the front half of her body, moving her hips closer. However, something was different from how he remembered. Strapped onto her hips, nestled firmly between her perky tits, was a big, radon-red rubber dildo, and it was pressing at his lips. What was worse, he could feel his jaw starting to force itself open.
This was going to be a long night...
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Bonus: Thought I Was Safe 4: The Following Morning
Button groaned as she pulled herself up onto her elbows and rubbed her face. She licked her lips to moisten them, as they felt all sticky. They tasted gross. What had she eaten last night? She couldn't remember.
She rolled over. It wasn't just her face. All of her felt sticky and wet. Had she gone to bed with a fever and just kept sweating through the night? That would explain her headache now. She needed fluids. Something to rehydrate her after all that sweating, and more important, to wash that taste out of her mouth. Luckily, the fridge was pretty close, and she had a cold bottle of passionfruit-flavoured energy drink waiting for her there.
As she rolled out of bed, however, she was struck suddenly by a buzzing sensation coming from inside of her body. It was a good feeling, but it caught her off-guard, and the shock, plus the slipperiness of her hooves caused her to fall, and that was not so good of a feeling.
Every step was agonising pleasure. She would take a step and waves of bliss would crash over her, and she couldn't figure out why. Her mind was clouded, and she needed to think. She needed that drink.
When she finally made it to the fridge door, she was at a crawl, unable to move her back legs. She found out that, if she didn't move her hips at all, she could slip by with almost no issue, without the buzzing breaking her down any further. She pulled the door open and grabbed the bottle, ripping off the lid and chugging the drink until it was empty.
Tossing the empty bottle aside, she took a few deep breaths, waiting for her system to acknowledge the fluids she'd just taken in. As she sat there, she took in her surroundings. She was still in her kitchenette, so she was home. She glanced up at the sink and saw no dirty dishes, meaning she had either cleaned them the night before, which was unlikely, or she had not eaten, which was also unlikely, or she had ordered food to be delivered.
Whatever she'd had delivered must have tasted good, but had a bad aftertaste. If it was bad, she'd have thrown it out and made something, meaning dishes. She wasn't going to order food twice in one night; that would be expensive.
She stuck out her tongue and licked her nose. There was still a glob of something there, and if she ignored the taste of sweat, she tasted something sweet and savoury. Something with a good sauce. If only she could remember what it was...
She picked herself up, and she was hit with the buzzing again. Except this time, she could pinpoint the source of the buzzing. It was coming from her abdomen, right between her legs. That would explain why it grew worse with every movement of her hips.
She inspected the area, and the whole night came flooding back to her at once. Closing the shop, being escorted upstairs by a zebra mare, having sex with her, not eating dinner, and being stuffed full of rubber dick just before passing out. She remembered it all, and it was all so vivid.
The clasps were easy enough to undo, just a simple squeeze to undo them. After that, it was just simple child's play to slide the strap-on out of her.
Or so she thought. If every step was a flood of pleasure, every centimetre was a tsunami. Until it popped free with a loud slurping sound, filling her gaping hole with a rush of cold air, she had to move slowly. Just until it was out, and she was heaving on the floor.
She was so very sensitive. She'd never had anything up there before, and now that it was out, she was afraid. Not of the zebra, no... She'd been patient and selective, waiting for somepony that she liked before she would ever have sex. She was afraid that, now, she'd miss out on the opportunity to do this again. She was afraid that she'd missed out on most of her life. She was afraid that, if she'd been less picky about the stallions she'd dated, and she'd brought them back to her place to see what they were packing between their legs, that she'd be happily married with a strong, sensual stallion that, while a little bit boring, was good in bed.
She walked back into the bedroom, where the zebra was snoring quietly. She'd thought she'd left last night, but no. She was still here. Button would have been well within her rights to kick her out right now, and tell her never to return. She was an uninvited guest who had forced her way in the night before. The coupon entitled her to two hours of service, starting eleven hours ago. She could have guards escort her out.
Instead, she lowered herself between the zebra's legs and started licking at her folds. At first, that bad taste came back, but as she continued, new fluids were released, and they were phenomenal. Just as she remembered, they were like an herbal broth, slightly sweet and very warm. Judging by the soft moans that had replaced the snoring, she was enjoying this.
Soon, a hoof came down to caress her cheek. The zebra was up. "To a wonderful feeling, I do awake. Have you some great thirst to slake?"
Button lifted her head and looked right into the zebra's bright green eyes. "Our contract is over."
"And yet I find you tonguing my cunny. Your take on being finished is outrageously funny."
Button shook her head and crawled up the zebra's body until they were face-to-face. "You took away my first time. I was saving my virginity to give to the stallion I was going to marry. I was going to have him wait until we had finished our vows and held our reception, where we would thank everypony for coming to our wedding and supporting our choice. And you took that away from me."
"There's no guarantee it would be his first, too," shrugged the zebra. "What if he had kids? Then what would y--"
Button clapped her hoof over the zebra's mouth. "Stop talking. You made me afraid. You caused a panic in my head that didn't leave until I passed out."
The zebra gulped.
Button, however, smirked, dropping the dildo on the zebra's chest. "Do it again."