“You should have seen it. Rainbow Dash was, like, ZOOM!” Pinkie excitedly exposited while lifting her forelegs and rushing around the bench where Dusk sat, quietly reading.

“Neat,” the stallion distractedly replied, only catching every other word as the pink mare recounted their blue fiancé’s latest exploits while simultaneously exploring the types of whistling noises she could make. Dusk occasionally looked up, not to better focus on the story, but to study how Pinkie’s body jiggled during her dramatic poses. She was tied with Fluttershy for the biggest, juiciest ass in the friend group, which bounced magnificently as she darted around. The same went for her teats, which looked mighty enticing as potential pillows.

It was exhausting just watching Pinkie do her thing, yet Dusk toyed with the theory that she might have limitless energy. It was a daunting thought, as such a thing meant that any sexual encounter between them would inevitably lead to her using his tiny body as a dildo instead of a partner. Such things were common, as mares surpassed stallions in most physical categories, especially stamina. Just as mares had a duty to protect stallions, stallions were expected to satisfy their mares, even after total exhaustion. However, Dusk did not dread this idea as he did when other mares had outright stated their intent to use him as such. Perhaps it was all this talk of Rainbow’s accomplishments, but Dusk felt a slight stirring to meet this challenge and give this lovely mare what she deserved.

“Oh, speak of the devil!” Pinkie chirped as a familiar blue body flew overhead. “C’mon, I’ve got an idea for something fun!” She bit Dusk’s tail and tossed him over her back like a sack of potatoes, likely intending to carry him on her shoulders. Instead, she overshot, and the stallion fell too far back. Luckily, employing dad-like reflexes, Pinkie backed up with her ass cheeks wide apart, closing them with a meaty *plop* around her boyfriend’s smaller body. Giggling as she felt him squirm within her crack, Pinkie declared, “Hehe, you feel funny. Anyway, hang on!” And she took off.

“Gah, what’s happening?” Dusk groaned as only his snoot, eyes, ears, and horn had escaped the confines of Pinkie’s ass. Luckily, he’d managed to hold onto his book as she ran. Impressively, despite how much the mare’s cheeks had bounced before, being held within their soft grip was a surprisingly smooth ride. Unsure what else to do as he watched the world whizz by, Dusk teleported his book back to the library, deciding to trust Pinkie and stick around to see where this went.

Dusk heard Pinkie call to Rainbow, but it seemed like the blue mare hadn’t noticed. So, Pinkie picked up the pace. With nothing better to do, Dusk ruminated on the softness of the mare’s cheeks. This was quite the comfortable ride, all things considered. Luckily, his cock remained in its sheath and undisturbed by the grinding cheeks, as he was not in the mood for sex right now. Then he felt Pinkie come to a skidding halt, and a *thud* followed.

“I was just gonna tell you to watch out for that mountain,” Pinkie informed as Dash slid down the rocky face and ingloriously plopped before her.

“Ugh. Look, Pinkie, I’m in the middle of something. So, could we just… not today?” Rainbow pleaded.

“But Dash, I only wanted to—”

“Not now!” Rainbow barked before taking off into the sky, leaving a rainbow trail in her wake.

“Aw, phooey. Got away again,” Pinkie whined.

“Why are you chasing Rainbow Dash, anyway?” Dusk asked. “Not to sound conceded, but since this was your turn with me without Barbara, I sort of expected your focus to be on, well, me.”

“Hehe, don’t be silly, Dusky. Of course, I’m thinking about you. I just got this great idea to make our day even better, and Rainbow Dash is the perfect mare for the job. You just stay comfy while I get her,” Pinkie explained, also taking off.

Dusk merely sighed and let the mare do her thing. He considered bringing back his book, but without knowing Pinkie’s plans, he didn’t want it to get damaged. Besides, despite the volume of Pinkie’s tail, she was running fast enough that it mostly stayed up, giving the small stallion a relatively unobstructed view of the world from her ass. It seemed like no one noticed him, which was fair. Pinkie’s rump was big enough, and so little of him was exposed that most would never expect she had a whole body hidden within her crack. Mares were such funny and fascinating creatures.

The journey took them to Sweet Apple Acres, where Dusk watched Pinkie bounce behind the barn and announce, “High!” Although he couldn’t see her, Rainbow then screamed, followed by a *whoosh* as she took off again, and the pink mare resumed her casual bouncing through the orchard. Apples were strewn about, no doubt jostled loose from Rainbow’s speedy retreat, yet Pinkie maintained her casual hopping, seemingly not bothering to match the speedster’s speed.

The next thing Dusk knew, his carrier had climbed the Treebrary’s side and into the branches. “High again!” Pinkie greeted, triggering a scratchy scream as Rainbow zipped away. Dusk’s expression remained neutral as the pink mare hopped across the hills. He busied his mind by imagining what things must be like from the other side. Was Pinkie going out of her way to do things to frighten the speedster, or was Rainbow simply not in the mood to deal with Pinkie? Dusk sympathized with the latter, as his full-figured fiancé could be a lot to handle sometimes. However, surely his cyan fiancé was expending far more energy than it would take to simply hear Pinkie out. It was amusingly illogical, and Dusk wondered how long this might last.

A second later, Pinkie adjusted her butt muscled to fully engulf the stallion between her cheeks. This was followed by a splash. Impressively, Pinkie’s butt remained airtight, not letting a single drop of moisture bother the stallion as he felt her legs kick in a swimming motion. Finally, he heard the mare say, “I need a favor.” Rainbow screamed yet again, only to make a grumbling sound that Dusk couldn’t quite hear. “I totally promise it’ll totally be worth it,” Pinkie cheered.

Finally, the pink mare emerged from the water, sat on the dirt, unclenched her cheeks, and deposited the stallion on the ground. Dusk looked around to get his bearings, instantly feeling chilled and missing the ass’s cushiony feel.

“Dusk?” Rainbow asked, perking up after her defeated slump. “When did you get here?”

“I was there the whole time,” Dusk replied, pointing at Pinkie’s ass.

Rainbow smirked. “Well, damn, Pinkie. You should have just said you had the cutie with you.” She eyed the stallion with bouncing eyebrows. “I wouldn’t have had to fly all over Ponyville if I knew you wanted to—”

“We’re not doing nookie,” Pinkie cut in, surprising the others. “We can later, but I know something else we can do that’s just as fun.”

Rainbow’s brow furrowed as she stared in disbelief between the purple and pink ponies. “Better than sex? Filly, are you high? Cuz, if you are,”—she leaned forward and whispered where Dusk couldn’t hear—“I’m willing to buy.”

“Don’t worry, Dashy. This’ll be even better!” Pinkie declared.

“So, you were in her butt the whole time, huh?” Rainbow asked.

“Yup.”

“How was it?”

“Eight out of ten. The ride was smooth, and the view was nice, but the onboard entertainment left much to be desired,” Dusk deadpanned.

Rainbow snorted a laugh. “Shit, dude. You’re funny.”

“I was just stating facts.”

“And that’s why it’s funny!”

***

Later, outside Town Hall, Dusk sat properly atop Pinkie’s back and watched her give directions as Rainbow set up a cloud near the entrance. He kept quiet, curious about where this was going. He watched Barbara emerge with satchels full of scrolls he’d sent her to collect. Pinkie then waved at Rainbow, and the pegasus kicked the cloud, triggering a lightning bolt and startling the drake. Barbara’s scales bristled as she bore her teeth and crouched into a pouncing gesture, only to stare curiously at the familiar faces surrounding her. However, before the drake could ask what was up, she hiccupped, releasing a small burst of green flame.

“Hehe, haha! Oh, Rainbow Dash, we startled Barbara into getting the hiccups!” Pinkie guffawed.

“Hehe. Good one, Pi—hic—nkie,” Barbara chuckled with a deep, beastly growl. “I really should have—hic—known something was—hic—up when I—hic—smelled you—hic. Oh, hey—hic—Dusk.”

“Hello, Barb,” Dusk politely replied, glancing between Pinkie and Rainbow as both mares chuckled. “What was this, exactly?”

“Damn, Pinkie. I didn’t know you were into pranks,” Rainbow added between chortles.

“Hehe, of course. It’s all in good fun,” Pinkie giggled. “And you know how much I looove having fun.”

“Speaking of fun…” Rainbow quickly kicked the cloud again, triggering another bolt.

“Hic… hic,” Dusk hiccupped, triggering all three ladies to resume laughing at a higher volume. “This is—hic—funny?”

“Hey—hic—Dusk,” Barbara called, holding an armful of scrolls. “Check th—hic—is out.” She aimed her face at the scrolls and hiccupped a large plume of flame, causing the material to disintegrate. “Guess where—hic—those went.”

Despite himself, Dusk snorted a surprise laugh. “Ce—hic—helestia,” he chortled, picturing the clutch of papers dropping suddenly on the unsuspecting queen, hopefully interrupting something moderately important.

***

Pinkie explained her intent to teach Dusk some social skills through pranks, and Rainbow was more than on board. Starting with their fiancés, they began their exploits by delivering a bouquet of flowers laced with sneezing powder to Rarity. Her sneezes were dainty, ladylike, and relentless. When it was Apple Jack’s turn, Dusk volunteered his magic to help paint every apple in the orchard in a different creative pattern. When AJ began chasing them, aggressively throwing apples in her pursuit, Dusk caught himself grinning in excitement. Other pranks around town varied from the classic ding-dong-ditch, to teleporting dildos onto seats before someone sat down. The book-smart stallion appreciated being included in the fun, and everyone’s reactions ranged from laughing on the good end to, at worst, rolling their eyes in annoyance. As Pinkie said, it was all in good fun. However, when it looked like their next victim would be Fluttershy, Pinkie quickly aborted, saying their yellow friend was too sensitive and would get her feelings hurt. She said this as much to Rainbow as Dusk, ensuring both parties understood that fun had its limits.

Dusk nodded, appreciating the nuance behind the silliness. “This was an interesting lesson. However, while enjoyable at times, I’m afraid pranking isn’t quite my thing, so to speak.”

“Eh, it’s cool. It was nice just hanging out,” Rainbow said, affectionately patting the stallion’s back. “Huh, who knew just doing stuff with a guy could be this much fun.”

“You’ve never done things with stallions?” Dusk asked.

“Not stuff-stuff. Just, ya know, stallion stuff,” Rainbow explained, somewhat apologetically, as she indicated her wagging rump.

“Ah, I see,” Dusk deadpanned.

“Hey, don’t make it weird or anything,” Rainbow defensively countered. “Most guys aren’t as cool as you. They’re not willing to step out of their comfort zones and try new stuff. Like, there was this one guy on the weather team I thought was cool, so I asked to hang out. He was a good flyer, so I thought we could do some laps around town, but he got ‘tired’ almost immediately and just wanted to spend the whole date humping my ass,” she huffed in disappointment. “Don’t get me wrong. He was good and all, but… ya know…”

“She’s got a point,” Pinkie apologetically added, addressing the stallion on her back.

“Yeah, I know,” Dusk sighed in defeat. As much as he hated how mares pushed stallions around, there was no denying that stallions were just as much part of the problem. Most stallions Dusk talked to would whine and vent about their treatment, but at the end of the day, they were into it. The Royal Protégé would be lying if he denied wishing Pinkie would carry him in her butt some more, and even his brother’s favorite topic—second to the military—was all the things Cadence did to him. It seemed the Queens’ plan was thoroughly implemented, creating a system where all parties genuinely enjoyed participating as intended. He was merely an anomaly. Was the one sane person in a madhouse the true crazy one?

“Hey, you look like you need to get out of your own head,” Pinkie chided. “Hey, Sugar Cube Corner’s just up ahead. Let’s replenish some calories,” she summarily decided before marching in, carrying Dusk as Dash followed. “Howdy ho, Mr. Cake!”

The stallion was disproportionately tall while his body remained small and colt-like. His face was unusually angular with hard edges, making him look much older than he was. Despite his height, the stallion still had to stand on a platform set behind the counter so he could address the customers. “Hello, Pinkie. How’s my ray of sunshine doing today?”

“Fantastic! I just went on a pranking date with two of my most favoritest ponies in the world. You know Rainbow Dash.”

“Yeah, he does,” Rainbow low-key boasted.

“Of course I do,” Mr. Cake politely agreed before facing the other stallion.

“And this is Dusk Shine, the Royal Protégé and my fiancé. We met while saving the world.” Pinkie turned her body so the stallions could reach across the counter to shake hooves.

“A pleasure to meet you, Dusk. I’m Carrot Cake.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Mr. Carrot. I don’t normally see stallions at the register, especially not alone,” Dusk noted, looking around.

“Oh, I have one wife in back prepping a new batch of muffins. I’d normally have somepony—”

“SomeONE,” Dusk curtly cut in, confusing the yellow stallion.

“Don’t mind him. Dusk has a bug up his butt about all this weird stuff. He doesn’t get out much,” Rainbow explained.

“R-right. Anyway, you’re right that I’d usually have, er, another pony up here to help. I’m mostly the pretty face who sells the product. Unfortunately, my other wife, Cup Cake, is still in bed, suffering a bit of morning sickness.”

Pinkie gasped in glee, inhaling for thirty seconds straight as the corners of her mouth threatened to reach beyond her face, only for a blue hoof to suddenly jam in her mouth.

“Pinkie, we knew this already,” Rainbow deadpanned. “No need to throw a happy fit every time someONE brings it up,” she said, looking Dusk dead in the eye.

“Hehe, I know, but I’m just so happy,” Pinkie giggled. “The Cakes are like a second family to me, and I can’t wait for the little ones to get here so I can be Aunty Pinkie!”

“Well, since this is my first time hearing about it, I suppose congratulations are in order,” Dusk said with a polite bow. “Your foal is lucky to have a father with such a strong work ethic.”

Carrot Cake beamed in pride. “Thank you. You’re right that it’s important for stallions to take a more proactive role in our herds. My father taught me that, and I intend to pass those lessons along to all of my colts.”

Dusk grinned, about to heap more praise onto the yellow stallion.

“It’ll be especially fun teaching the little rascals how to please a mare with more than just his dick,” Carrot explained with paternal pride. “Not to mention the wiggling. No colt of mine is going to just lie back and take it without wiggling.” Then, his vigor faded. “Say, what’s the matter with him? Was it something I said?” he asked, gesturing to Dusk’s glum expression.

“Like I said, the little guy gets bugs up his butt about stuff,” Rainbow repeated. “So, we’re trying to help him work through it.”

“Well, that sure is thoughtful,” Carrot offered. “If you want my advice, nothing clears a stallion’s head like a little sex.”

“Not gonna argue, but what do you mean by a little?” inquired Pinkie.

Carrot wore a chipper grin as he answered, “Well, you’re the mares. That’s for you to decide.”

Dusk fell forward, lifeless, and face-planting into Pinkie’s mane, which must have been even thicker than it looked, as it effortlessly muffled his aggravated screams.

Pinkie quickly ordered some coffee muffins before escorting her herd-in-the-making upstairs to her room, closing the door behind her as she set her stallion on her bed. “Feeling alright, Dusky?”

“Dude looks like he just lost all will to live,” Rainbow observed as the stallion stared blankly up at the ceiling, so she gave him a muffin.

“You heard what he said, right?” Dusk disinterestedly muttered, accepting the muffin before taking a quick bite. “‘That’s for YOU to decide.’ He said it so casually, too, like the idea of a stallion setting the pace was unthinkable to him.”

Sharing concerned expressions, the mares climbed onto the bed around Dusk, surrounding his diminutive form with their overshadowing bodies. Common sense dictated that actions like these were supposed to keep stallions calm. However, with Dusk’s numerous peculiarities, it was sometimes difficult to tell.

“Yeah, that was a little cringe,” Rainbow agreed, also nibbling her muffin. “Reminds me of that guy I told you about. A good lay, but not so great at the other stuff.”

“Stuff-stuff,” Pinkie repeated, giggling as she engulfed her muffin in a single bite. “Not like you, Dusky. All you do is stuff-stuff. It’s like you’re one of the gals, but short, hehe.”

“I see what you’re saying, but I have no idea how to feel about that,” Dusk admitted, taking another bite as he felt the caffeine begin kicking in. “Does my desire to be more than a sex toy truly make me mare-like? Does it then follow that I’m… unstalliony? Is that even a word?”

“I don’t know about what is and isn’t a word, but you wanna know something I like about you, Dusk?” questioned Rainbow, not waiting for an answer. “You don’t give a rat’s ass what others think about you. You just wanna spend your me-time doing your own thing without bothering or being bothered by others. What they do in their me-time is their own business, and you keep your thoughts to yourself unless asked. Honestly, I wish more ponies could be like that. Not just stallions, but ponies in general,” she admitted, affectionately messing his mane with her hoof.

“Y-you mean it?” Dusk timidly asked, blushing.

“Of course, she does!” Pinkie cheered. “What Carrot does works for him, but that doesn’t make you any more or less you. You’re already more than a sex toy. You know how to do stuff-stuff, and that’s the best kind of stuff anypony can do.”

“AnyBODY,” Dusk corrected, earning a boop to the snoot.

“Hush, you. I’m trying to cheer you up,” Pinkie teasingly chided.

“Right, carry on.”

“Uh… I think that about covers everything. Dash?”

“Nah, you’re right. You’re cool and fun to hang out with just as you are; you’re more than a sex toy, aaand… Uh, sorry if this is a bad time, but being more than a sex toy doesn’t mean you can’t also be a sex toy, right? Like, letting the stallion set the pace sounds super fun and kinky, but you’re not opposed to doing things the old-fashioned way, right?” She anxiously wiggled her hips in anticipation as her gaze crawled over the stallion’s exposed belly. “No offense, but you looking all super cute and helpless is doing things to me.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t gonna say anything, buuut…” Pinkie trailed off, licking her lips.

Dusk’s cheeks flushed a dark shade of pink. He hadn’t noticed before, but at some point since climbing on the bed together, the mares began releasing pheromones. Their tails kept flicking to waft the smell around the room, enticing each other and all stallions in range. The stallion underwent an involuntary physical response as his cock poked from its sheath to shyly greet the world. The hunger in the mares’ eyes was undeniable.

Dusk swallowed nervously and curled his legs to his belly. “Y-ya know, I’d n-normally curl up against Barb whenever strange mares looked at me like that.”

“You can still do that, right?” Pinkie cooed, gently nosing Dusk’s hind legs apart to reveal his little cock and balls. “Call Barb if things get out of hand. Or just tell us to stop,” she vowed while nosing his little orbs, making him shiver.

“Yeah, but I’d rather you didn’t,” Rainbow added, applying a long, broad lick from Dusk’s neck to his eye. “You taste good, Dusky. And I know I said that I like how you don’t care what others think, but I want you inside me so badly right now, and I hope that makes you happy.”

Dusk swallowed again and nodded. “I-it… d-does,” he admitted, allowing Pinkie to finish separating his back legs. He then felt something hot, wet, and tight engulf his stallionhood. Everything from his taint to the top base of his cock disappeared within the pink mare’s maw as she hungrily slurped, sucking on him like candy. Dusk squirmed, trying to bring his forelegs forward to push on the pink fluff’s head, but something grabbed his wrists as a shadow eclipsed from above. The stallion strained to open his eyes, beholding a grand cyan booty hovering overhead. The cheeks were smaller than Pinkie’s by a wide margin, but no less appealing to stare at, especially how her ponut twitched, and marehood winked in anticipation.

“Good, cuz I care what you think about me, too,” Rainbow elaborated, positioning her muscular legs to either side of Dusk’s shoulders as her tail reflexively flicked to waft her scent in her lover’s face. “You wanna get in this booty?”

Feeling his mouth run dry, Dusk merely nodded.

“He’s nodding,” Pinkie said, taking her mouth from the sweet and salty cock for a second before returning with gusto.

Chuckling with a mischievous grin, Rainbow declared, “Well, pucker up, buttercup!” She dropped her ass on her stallion’s face with a single swift butt bomb. Dusk’s snoot wedged perfectly between her cheeks, with his nose lining up perfectly with her ponut. Rainbow bit her bottom lip and wiggled her hips around her prize, loving how her crack contorted to hold his head.

Deciding to stick to his guns regarding stallions being equal participants, Dusk yanked his hooves free of Rainbow’s grip and blindly groped around her thighs until he found her flower. She was moist, and just touching it was enough to cause a small gush of fluid, but Dusk had set his mind to full focus mode. Virtually nothing could break his concentration in this state as he applied more pressure to Rainbow’s pedals. The sounds he triggered suggested she liked it.

Pinkie enviously watched Dusk’s hooves work on Rainbow. She’d thought she won the jackpot by getting their stallion’s dick first. However, despite this being her day with the genius idiot, she didn’t mind sharing to make her friends happy, especially if it meant participating. So, since Dusk had agreed to let Rainbow vore him, Pinkie decided it was her role to prime them. To that end, she opened her mouth as wide as possible, engulfing her little lover’s legs up to his flanks, and reforming the seal with her lips while pushing forward. Her tongue became divided between her stallion’s scrumptious butt and flavorful balls, but she maintained focus by imagining where this would all lead to.

Dusk reflexively humped into Pinkie’s mouth as her maw engulfed most of his lower half. His legs became tightly constricted within the wet chamber as she pushed him forward. Simultaneously, Rainbow’s ponut twitched, widening without complaint as it engulfed half his face in one go. The smell was bitter, and the inside was dry, yet the anal entrance somehow aroused the stallion more than the pink mare’s mouth, making his member pulse against the tongue. Pinkie moaned, sending vibrations through Dusk’s lower half as Rainbow’s wrinkled pucker swallowed around his head.

“Ohhhh, fuck yeaaah!” Rainbow hissed, carefully falling onto her back to avoid hurting the stallion in her rectum. Her body slightly sank into the sheets as she kept her rear legs open and receptive for her present. However, seeing Pinkie’s cheeks bulge with Dusk’s back legs made the ordeal even hotter, so she brought her hoof down to rub circles around her clit. “Hehe. Y-ya know, I almost sent you up my t-twat, but thiiis seemed way more memorable for our first time,” she groaned, loving every second of her colon stretching to receive Dusk’s body. Rainbow was no novice to anally voring stallions. She’d had guys bigger, smaller, and even oddly shaped like Carrot, but none made her eyes roll to the back of her head like Dusk did.

Liquids trailed down Pinkie’s thighs as her eyes darted between Rainbow’s aroused expression and her winking marehood. The flashes of pink amidst the soft blue made her own sex feel like it was on fire. Luckily, she’d prepared for such emergencies and used her hind leg to kick a switch on the bedpost to produce a dildo shaped like a bound stallion. Grinning, the earth mare angled her ass upward until the tip poked her nether lips. She cried in bliss around her spit-soaked mouthful as the dildo sank to the base in a single swipe. Meanwhile, Pinkie never stopped crawling forward, pushing against Dusk’s ass with her tongue as more of him sank into Rainbow’s hole. Giggling at the notable and bumpy bulge this produced, the pink mare brought a hoof down on her lover’s middle, trying to boop Dusk through the flesh.

Dusk felt it. First, the boop, but more pressingly, he was now more inside Rainbow than Pinkie. The pink mare’s dripping maw slowly slid from his flanks, yet she kept her tongue in prime position to access his tender bits for as long as possible. He’d do the same if their positions were reversed. Finally, Pinkie’s lips met Rainbow’s butt cheeks, sealing the stallion from the outside world as they toyed with him for a minute. Rainbow altered her flexes to push and pull Dusk while Pinkie matched Rainbow’s rhythm in a kind of mutual tug-of-war. It felt good just to slide the wrinkled anal flesh across his body, so he assumed the mares received similar enjoyment. Then, just as that became slightly dull, Pinkie finished the job and pushed the rest of Dusk inside.

Pinkie kept her mouth on her blue friend’s ass for several seconds after Dusk’s hooves vanished. Rainbow’s happy moans were too cute to pass up. Not to mention, the cyan speedster’s gushing orgasm was fun to taste as it sprayed over her pink face. However, as Pinkie’s hoof remained over the pegasus’ middle, her attention was drawn to other things they could do together. So, the pink mare released her oral grip on the anus, and slowly crawled over the cyan mare’s middle, mindful to press their bellies together to maximize how Dusk felt. Finally, she reached Rainbow’s snoot, with the blue mare only just now coming down from her orgasmic high and looking surprised to see the familiar face.

“Heh, you’re heavy,” Rainbow breathlessly noted, her relatively lithe pegasus body almost utterly eclipsed beneath the earth mare’s mighty bulk. The only parts still visible were her head and a pair of cyan hooves poking out from beneath the pink ass.

Pinkie beamed and kissed between Rainbow’s eyes. “Is that a stallion in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

“Can it be both?” asked Rainbow, trying in vain to lift her head up for another kiss. “Also, your nipples are digging into my legs. Fucking maniac,” she chuckled.

“Well, that’s what you get for running away,” teased Pinkie, now licking Rainbow’s face as though the mare was a stallion. It would be tricky to swallow the speedster, but not impossible.

“Heh, yeah, sorry about that,” Rainbow replied, unbothered by the odd treatment. She didn’t mind if it was somepony like Pinkie. “What about you, Dusk. You doing alright with this?”

“I-I must a-apologize,” he groaned. “I-I wished to squirm more, b-but everything is too tight.”

“Hah! He said your stomach is tight,” Pinkie joked.

“No, he said my ass is tight. My stomach is only tight cuz your fat ass is crushing it,” Rainbow countered. “Seriously, girl, what do you eat? Your body’s, like, perfect.”

“You’re perfect, too,” Pinkie encouraged. “Just look at all that muscle. You’re a mare built for speed. I’m a mare built for cuddles. We’re differently perfect.”

“Speed, huh? Yo Dusk. Care to spill how Pinkie kept up with me all morning?”

“Honestly, I have no idea,” Dusk admitted, doing his best to wiggle within the stomach’s undulating confines. The friction of the undulating, moist muscle still felt good against his skin, and he hoped the same went for Rainbow. “She just bounced where she wanted to go. Didn’t even bother stopping to look around. You might be easier to track than you think.”

“Aw, poo,” Rainbow grumbled in good humor, unable to do much more than stare up at Pinkie’s face. “Guess I’ll have to work on that. Anyway, about that cuddle body…”

The mares and their vored stallion stayed in bed for the next hour or so, leaving instructions for Carrot to inform any interested parties that they were indisposed. Most took the hint and left it at that. Barbara demonstrated why doors were more of a suggestion than a hindrance to her, casually breaking the lock as she made herself comfortable beside the bed and rested her large head on Pinkie’s back.

Author's Note

The first half of the griffon episode turned out better than I’d expected. I even got it all done in one day, impressively enough. Dusk is a naturally antisocial character, so it makes sense for Pinkie to want to include him in what could generously be called a sociological experiment. Having Pinkie carry Dusk around was surprisingly fun to write, as he’s basically people-watching from his perch, and including him in the prank spree was simpler than expected. Finally, there was Rainbow’s first-time voring Dusk, which I think turned out pretty well and gave all parties equal screen time and participation.

This story is coming along smoother than I feared. Here’s hoping that lasts.

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