Gold Stars and Asterisks

Chapters

Gullible guy’s girth-gobbling gal-pal gags gregariously
Pussy-preferring ponies perform promiscuously
Beautiful butch babe buffs boy-bimbo's ballsack, bestowing blistering blowie

Gullible guy’s girth-gobbling gal-pal gags gregariously

It had been over a year since your mysterious appearance in Equestria, and you’d finally found happiness as a family man: the husband and head of a large herd full of beautiful mares. Sweet Apple Acres was your world, your ever growing nursery of smiling foals was your wholesome delight, and your wives... your pregnant, perpetually horny, tail lifting wives... these lovely ponies were your everything!

Still, the monotony of a rural existence had begun to get to you. It had been quite some time since you’d left the family farm for nearby Ponyville, let alone paid a visit to Canterlot or Equestria’s famous tourist attractions. As demanding as your wives were, there were days when you never even left your bedroom!

Applejack, the no nonsense mare you relied upon to keep your herd running smoothly, had noticed the growing pallour on your face. With tender concern, the powerfully built earth pony advised you one day to take the day off from your stud duties and enjoy a chance of pace, courtesy of a visit to your former home town.

“Why don’t ya knock... I mean, ring up yer old friend Lyra Heartstrings?” Applejack suggested that fateful morning in the farmhouse kitchen. With a front hoof she poured the herd’s collected mare-milk into warm baby bottles, while stirring a huge pot of applesauce with the other. “She’s been askin’ bout ya, ever since ya moved out here. Bout time yew two took some time ta catch up.”

A smile appeared upon your weary face at the mention of the friendly unicorn who’d been the first to offer you shelter in this strange, cartoonish dimension. “Wow, I’d love to see Lyra again, but I’m kind of busy today...”

You helplessly pointed down to your crotch, where your newest wife Rainbow Dash was plapping her buns against your thighs, bracing her hooves against the kitchen floor. Her pregnancy fat rippled as she plunged her ponut back and forth upon your cock, desperate to satisfy the burning need at her core. The former speedster’s belly wobbled with each thrust, exaggerated by the vigorous movements of the growing foal you’d placed within her a few months before. Your lovemaking still had some time left to go, and once you finally came inside Rainbow Dash, there was her mother to see to, as well...

“I reckon I kin take care o’ such matters fer one single day.” Without letting go of the baby bottles or her wooden spoon, Applejack stepped into a strapon harness from which protruded a silicone copy of your vast and heavy human shaft. “Much as we all love ya, we don’t wanna stand in the way o’ friendship.” Gripping Rainbow Dash’s mane between her teeth, Applejack yanked her friend off of your cock and shooed you out the front door, heedless of your blue balled protests and Dash’s complaints. “Go on, now, don’t ya keep Lyra waitin’!”

Quickly zipping yourself up, you left the farmhouse to the sweet sounds of Rainbow Dash’s submissive moans, as Applejack took over the chore of pounding that steamy blue ponut into oblivion. The fresh air and the springtime smells revived your mood instantly as you walked down the dirt path towards Ponyville, Celestia’s sun shining down upon you like a royal benediction. Everything seemed bright and fresh, just as it had the day you’d first arrived in Equestria.

What a gullible chump you’d been, back then! You silently chuckled to yourself as you recalled the foibles of youth. In those days, you were so ignorant of pony culture that anypony could convince you of just about anything, making you the butt of endless pranks and humiliations.

The worst of these incidents had marked your first Nightmare Night in Equestria. Heedless of the consequences, you’d fucked and creampied all three of the Cutie Mark Crusaders in a row, just because they pulled the old “trick or breed!” gag on you. After their goofy babymaking scheme was revealed and the four of you were happily wed, you’d obediently impregnated Scootaloo’s mother, Sweetie Belle’s sister, and seemingly every female in the vast Apple clan — all because they claimed you were now honour bound to follow some nonexistent “tradition.”

Still, it was this initial mishap that had led you into the romantic bliss you’d found with your herd. You were older and wiser now, and you wouldn’t be fooled again. Not that Lyra was likely to try! Your friendship with the fun loving mare was purely platonic, based on a shared love of junk food and cheesy horror movies. For your best bro Lyra Heartstrings was that rarest of Equestrian creatures: a gold star lesbian! Here was a mare with no interest whatsoever in cocks — human or otherwise. The contrast from your usual home environment couldn’t have been clearer!

Indeed, the morning began just as you’d anticipated. Greeting you with a friendly hug, Lyra invited you into the little house she now shared with her new wife Bon Bon. It seemed that you weren’t the only newlywed who’d been getting frisky over the past year, as the “family photos” on the wall of Lyra’s home showed some very compromising views of the happy couple. Hiding your blush, you followed your bro into the kitchen, where Bon Bon had thoughtfully set out some freshly baked cookies before leaving to open her candy shop for the day.

Chattering and laughing, you caught up with your friend as the two of you snacked on the sweet treats. Lyra then suggested that the two of you watch the latest diamond dog slasher movie, Paw XI. Drawing the curtains and turning the lights down low, you slipped the tape into Lyra’s old fashioned VCR as your best friend hovered a large bowl of popcorn onto the couch between you.

The movie was as cheesy as always, with Lyra shrieking and grabbing at your arm every time the killer struck. Gouts of fake blood covered the screen, and the two of you laughed hilariously at the overacting and the ridiculous, unrealistic scenarios.

“Wow, I forgot how much fun it was to hang out with you,” Lyra murmured happily as the credits rolled. Her eyes closed halfway as she looked up at your face, her breaths coming deep and ragged. “Hey, do you want to goon for a while? It’ll be just like old times!”

“I-I’m married now,” you protested. Thinking back on your once nightly whackoff sessions with Lyra, you now found them to be immature and shameful. To think that you’d had nothing better to do with your evenings than jerk your dick on this very couch, sometimes with a puff of ponyweed to help things along...

“I’m married too,” Lyra countered. “That doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with my bro. C’mon, let’s edge together, like we used to. The loser has to pay for the pizza!”

Before you could object, Lyra leaned back into the couch cushions and flung her hind legs open, exposing herself to you. Her little pussy was neat and tidy, tight and seemingly untouched, and in that moment you envied Bon Bon more than anypony before. Lyra’s crotchteats jiggled like two heavy mint green oranges, topped by dark, firmly erect nipples. In the depths of her cleavage, just atop her moistened pussy lips, you saw the magical glittering of her golden, star shaped tattoo.

“Like what you see, big guy?” Lyra cooed sarcastically, tweaking a nipple. You caught a waft of cool, refreshing mint scent as her large pink clit winked out at you.

“Y-yeah...” you admitted sheepishly. You tried not to think about it, but your best friend was sexy as hell! Before you’d finally found the courage to start dating, discovering mares whose preferences matched your own, the fantasies you’d had about Lyra’s sacred horsepussy were beyond counting.

“Too bad, dude,” Lyra snickered. She patted the magical tattoo between her teats. “I’m not giving up my gold star, even for you. You can look, but don’t touch.” Snuggling up against your form upon the couch, Lyra moved her hoof down to her pussy and began to gently rub. Her minty stink swiftly filled the living room as she moaned with pleasure.

“Mmm, you got built,” she observed, pressing her soft body against your bicep as she went to work on herself. “You used to be such a skinny little stick. All that ‘exercise’ you’re getting with your herd has turned you into a big, strong butch...”

You were used to aggressive mares coming on to you, and Lyra was far from the thirstiest you’d encountered. Yet her teasing was on another level altogether, since you knew your lust for her could never be truly consummated. On the other hoof, you found yourself able to relax as things got spicy with Lyra, knowing that the married lesbian wasn’t secretly scheming to include herself in your herd.

Lyra’s unicorn aura shimmered and wrapped around the thick bulge in your jeans, squeezing a bar of solid cockmeat that ached for forbidden girl-only mareholes. “Come on, it’s cruel to hide that thing,” she whispered breathily. “Take him out, let him breathe.”

You obediently unzipped your trousers and produced your dick, stiff and ready to go from the proximity of your beautiful best friend. Your balls clenched as Lyra’s eyes widened. Your flexing cumslit yawned wide and drooled out a waterfall of precum onto the leg of your jeans, forming a vast pool of milky fluid that could have been mistaken for a stallion’s premature ejaculation.

“Wow...” Lyra gasped. “Did he get bigger since last year?” Though she harboured no desire for cocks, your friend sensed that yours was a remarkable specimen indeed. Instinctively she lowered her lips to your canvas clothed thigh and slurped the puddle of precum from your trousers, savouring the taste.

“I-I don’t think so...” you protested, though perhaps it was true. Defying your expectations, you’d noticed that after a pregnancy your wives’ pussies actually seemed a little tighter than before. Could it be that the fertility magic of Sweet Apple Acres was affecting you?

“Ugh, and he’s all veiny now. What have you been feeding this thing? Gross.” Lyra stuck out her tongue playfully and licked your greasy dick like an ice cream cone. “At least he tastes good,” she consoled you. “Tangy and sweet... mmm, a little like Rainbow Dash’s butthole.”

“I was just fucking her before I left...” you confessed, though the truth was that Rainbow Dash had been fucking you!

“Awe, what a pal!” Lyra grinned at you. “She’s my favourite flavour!” Refusing to elaborate on how she knew exactly what your new herdmate’s pooper tasted like, Lyra resumed polishing your angry cockhead with her broad, yet nimble pony tongue.

Lyra’s naughty cravings were a part of your life you thought you’d put behind you. Back in the day, the two of you used to slouch on this couch and edge for hours at a time, each of you trying to outlast the other. The first time you’d masturbated together, you’d noticed her biting her lip, and staring at your swollen meat as she stroked herself with hooves and magic. As your groans picked up speed, she’d offered to let you finish on her face, and when you refused, Lyra had scowled and begun giving you the third degree.

“Would you cum on Rarity’s face?” she had asked you. You still recalled the sassy frown upon her lips. “I mean really plaster her... ruin her makeup... let it drip down her horn...”

“S-sure, if it was OK with her,” you’d admitted. But you couldn’t admit the number of times you’d fantasized about just this scenario: making Rarity lose her haughty composure by blasting that poised muzzle with a barrage of bukkake batter. Little did you know that this fantasy was to become reality in a matter of weeks, as Rarity’s first dates always ended with a formal test of male virility and testicular capacity.

Lyra’s squishy green hooves had wrapped around your shaft and began to stroke, keeping you rigid even as the situation with your best bro became ever stranger. “And I know you’d love to drop a great and powerful load on Trixie’s face,” she’d asserted. “Don’t deny it — you’re a slut for nutting on unicorns!”

“Trixie’s definitely one of my top 10 cumdumpsters...” you’d confessed. How did your roomie know all of your most secret fantasies? Admittedly, you talked in your sleep, but it wasn’t like she could hear you. Unless she was standing right next to your bed, watching you... taking notes... naw!

“Then why won’t you give me a facial?” Lyra had pouted. “Don’t you think I’m as cute as Rarity and Trixie?”

Looking into Lyra’s amber eyes it was all you could do to force down your budding feelings for your silly unicorn pal. “You’re the cutest pony ever, Lyra, b-but you’re gay,” you’d protested.

Like a lawyer in a trial, Lyra had pointed at you accusingly. “Trick question!” she grinned. “Trixie is gay, too! If you’d cum on her face, that means you have to cum on my face!”

Defeated by this undeniable logic, you’d obediently placed your hands atop Lyra’s hooves and begun to guide her as she stroked your meat. As your friend leaned in to tongue your balls clean of accumulated goon-sweat, you playfully bounced your shaft off of her sensitive unicorn horn, sending magical sparks flying. Relief arrived within minutes, and when you finally burst, your excitement had made Lyra’s mane and green features nearly disappear beneath layers of fresh squirted cock-frosting.

Your first pony assisted orgasm was the most productive of your life thus far, and your introduction to the bizarre traditions of Equestria. As you lay exhausted on the couch, Lyra slurped your load off her face, licked your dick clean with a grin, and took advantage of your post nut clarity to explain the ins and outs of your new life. In this topsy turvy world, it seemed that snacking on human cock was a completely acceptable hobby for a lesbian horse. Moreover, guzzling your sperm was actually the gayest thing a mare could possibly do!

Not wanting to seem homophobic, you’d agreed to satisfy Lyra’s oral fixation for as long as you stayed roommates. Your sessions together became much more enjoyable, and you found that the loud, messy glacks you forced from her throat were as beautiful as the music she played for you on her lyre. Before long your days as a pathetic shut-in were over: you were going out nearly every night on dates with local mares, searching for the love and companionship that your lesbian roommate couldn’t provide. Yet Lyra was always waiting for you when you came back home. She was eager to enjoy a secondhoof taste of Applejack’s fragrant marehood or Rarity’s spicy tailpipe, cleaning up the evidence of your dates’ pleasure as she sucked you to your 4th or 5th erection of the night.

The whole time, you were subsisting on a diet of pure copium. There wasn’t anything wrong with getting daily blowjobs from a filly-fooler! It wasn’t like you were putting it in her pussy, after all. That would be weird! You were just bros... best bros, to be sure, but nothing more. You needed the relief that only a unicorn mouth could provide, and Lyra needed to have her gag reflex repeatedly destroyed by huge human dick.

Now that old temptation was back, as you sat on Lyra’s stained couch and allowed her tongue to rove around your rigid staff, carefully licking off every last speck of Rainbow Dash’s anal flavour. Your hand seemed to move of its own accord as you gripped Lyra’s green mane between your fingers, taking control of her head. Lyra reacted as predictably as if she’d been programmed to suck big dicks: closing her eyes as if in anticipation of a heavenly bliss, she opened her jaw to its maximum as you brought her muzzle to your crotch. Communicating purely through body language, the two of you sighed simultaneously as you both took what you wanted: you slipped your flare past those ever widening lips, and Lyra began to tenderly suckle on fat, well used human cock.

The feel of mouth hugs on your pampered pony-poker was familiar, but Lyra had been your first, and she was a true suck artist. Without effort or resistance your shaft sank easily down her throat, which convulsed happily at being filled with meat. A loud GLRRRRP of satisfaction came forth as she swallowed you to the base, her lips nudging your swollen testicles.

“Oh, fuck, Lyra!” you moaned. It had been far too long since your last sloppy deepthroating — at least 3 hours! Your fickle wives could be so cruel sometimes... “You’re such a hot little suckslut!”

“~Glccck!~” Lyra confirmed your shared enjoyment of the proceedings. Her hoof reached to her nethers, and her horn lit up to pull Paw XI from her VCR, replacing it with a video tape which sported a hoof written label.

Once things got heavy between you and your former roommate, it was always your tradition to exchange the horror flick for a much naughtier selection. The tape held in Lyra’s magical force-field wobbled somewhat as you lifted her head, then plunged her suckhole back down onto your shaft, ramming her oesophagus full of prime human cockbeef. You idly wondered which bit of absolute cinema your friend had chosen to accompany today’s edging session. Over the few weeks you’d lived with Lyra, everything from the raunchy classic Deep Muzzle to the tender romance of Gaping Zebra Plotholes 26 had flittered across her TV as the two of you pleasured yourselves.

There’s nothing sexual between me and Lyra... you reminded yourself, pumping the happy lesbian’s convulsing throat up and down your dick with long thrusts, your meat fitting down her squeezing gullet as easily as her tape slipped into her VCR. Before you, her television screen lit up with the garish lighting and bobbing camera work seen only in low budget gonzo pornography. I’m just jacking off with a fleshlight, while I watch porn with my bro!

This was how Lyra had encouraged you to think of your sessions together, and with her blessing you saw nothing wrong with reducing your friend to a wet, eager toy for oral sex. On Lyra’s TV you saw a painted sign being held before the camera by a pink hoof:

PRIVATE PARTY!
Directed by P.P.

The sign dropped to the ground to reveal that the setting was the homey cafe of Sugarcube Corner. It was then that you noticed that Lyra herself was the star of today’s “film!” She sat at a table for four, with her odd human-like slouch exposing her ever heated pussy and gold star tattoo. Around the table, sitting more normally in pony fashion, could be seen Lyra’s beloved wife Bon Bon, as well as another of Ponyville’s most jerk-worthy couples, Octavia Melody and Vinyl Scratch.

All in all, this seemed to be a pure and wholesome double date at the local bakery... surely nothing lewd was about to happen!

Author's Note

To be continued...

Pussy-preferring ponies perform promiscuously

“Make it good, girls!” you heard Pinkie Pie’s voice emanate from behind the camera. “Filthy Rich is paying good bits for this movie, and he wants to see a real hot dyke-out! Oops, is it bad to say ‘dyke?’ How about ‘lezzy twatsucker’ or ‘degenerate scissorslut’ or ‘cuntgobbling homosexual?’”

“Yikes, none of those are great, Pinkie...” mumbled Vinyl Scratch, frantically waving to shut her friend up.

“Okey dokey lokey, ‘filly-fooler’ it is! And... action! Get to fooling, you fillies!”

You were startled to hear such a cheerful tone in Pinkie’s voice, as you knew for a fact that she was decidedly grumpy with you at the moment. The prodigiously preggo party pony was now 2 weeks past her due date, and kept having to postpone her birthing party and her reunion with her much missed coltfriend. She’d decided that you were the cause of her misery, since you were the one who’d burdened her with “Lil' Cheese” in the first place.

These days Pinkie Pie wouldn’t even look at you, except when she was sucking your cock. This movie must have been filmed months ago, possibly on the very day you’d finally given in to her incessant demands and impregnated her!

The opening scene of Pinkie’s movie brought a wholesome smile to your face. Her camera zoomed in on the table, focusing on the four mares’ hooves as they reached across to romantically touch each other. But then your heart lurched as you watched Lyra lean over to kiss—not Bon Bon, but Vinyl Scratch!

It began as a shy and simple peck on the lips, but Vinyl smirked, leaned forwards, and shoved her tongue into the same mouth you were now defiling with your malehood. Lyra reacted to her fellow unicorn’s aggressive kiss just as she did when you forcefully rammed your dick into her maw — she melted submissively and whimpered, eagerly allowing her lover full access. Something about Lyra’s sweetness clashing with the DJ’s edgy attitude drove you wild — the sight was like biting into a sugary donut filled with spicy jelly!

Far from reacting with jealousy at Lyra’s abrupt infidelity, you watched Bon Bon lower her outstretched hoof to stroke Octavia’s plot. Ironically, you felt jealousy galore, desperately wishing it was you in Bon Bon’s place. How many times had you dreamed of getting your hands on Octavia’s firm earth pony flank? Just because the elegant musician didn’t want dicks inside her, was that any reason males shouldn’t be invited to grope her spectacular butt, or masturbate to her stacked body until they spewed symphonies of semen all over her classical cutie mark?

Your dick seemed to grow another inch at the perverted sight on screen, and your grip instinctively tightened around Lyra’s mane as the pace of your pumps down her throat increased. Your best friend and her wife were well known around town for the sheer strength of their romantic bond. (Not to mention, their love of bondage.) Lyra and Bon Bon seemed utterly faithful to one another — you’d never guessed that they might be into wife swapping!

But swap they did. Lyra and Vinyl delicately touched their horns together, magically masturbating each others’ auras as their legs helplessly spread wide in their chairs, aching to scissor. Bon Bon and Octavia made out furiously, girl-drool dripping from their joined lips as they grabbed each others’ butts. Just when you thought the hot gay action couldn’t get any hotter or gayer, Pinkie’s hoof entered the scene again, holding a suggestively phallic chocolate eclair that must have measured nearly a metre long.

Opening their mouths wide, Bon Bon and Octavia each slipped their lips over one end of the eclair, and began to bob their heads back and forth upon the makeshift dildo, fellating the lucky pastry from both ends. Chocolate smudged on their muzzles like goth-black lipstick as the confectioner and the cellist each worked to deepthroat her share of the eclair. Their hooves dropped from each others’ plots, and each mare stroked her own clit as their throats bulged out and their lips drew ever closer to meeting in a very naughty kiss.

Meanwhile Lyra and Vinyl were surrounded by intertwining tendrils of magic as they worked together to weave a spell of purest lust. Green and white fur crackled with electricity as the unicorns’ combined aura delved between hind legs and spread into ghostly fingers, tweaking nipples and gently encouraging fat clits to wink. Though Lyra was the more submissive of the two, eagerly accepting everything the inventive Vinyl had to offer, both mares soon found themselves short of breath as they magically delved into each others’ wet cunts and thrust tendrils of energy up hungry plotholes.

“Dang, you lesbos really know how to party!” Pinkie cheered from behind the camera. “Hey, erm, my coltfriend’s birthday is coming up...”

But not a single lesbo heard Pinkie’s veiled suggestion, for the orgy had claimed them. Lyra and Vinyl were lost deep in each others’ eyes as they brought each other to a twinned climax. Bon Bon’s eyes went wide and she gagged loudly as her lips finally bumped up against Vinyl’s, the two earth ponies having finally swallowed every inch of the huge eclair. Their hooves wrapped around each others’ barrels in a perverted hug, each keeping the other firmly in place as they held the kiss for untold seconds, practically choking themselves on a fake creamfilled cock for the pleasure of their unseen audience.

It seemed that you and Filthy Rich had one thing in common. You both loved to ogle two — or more! — ladies as they indulged each other without a male in sight. Back on Earth, it was porn sites such as “Sapphic Sleepovers” and “Cunt Crazy Cougars” which had given your laptop its most strenuous workouts, its underpowered fan whirring desperately in time to your grunts of masturbation. From cheerleaders fooling around in the locker room, to lipsticked secretaries crawling beneath the desks of their butch bosses, to stepmothers and stepdaughters stuck in washing machines by the dozens... there wasn’t an overused porn fantasy you hadn’t whacked it to!

Here in Equestria, you didn’t need smut to satisfy your deviancy, as you enjoyed a buffet of mare-on-mare eye candy every day. Your wives had never been shy about satisfying each other with hooves and tongues as they awaited their turn with your womb tickling cock. Yet as you watched the video made for the enjoyment of Ponyville’s wealthiest stallion, you now realized you’d been missing out on something over the last year: the forbidden element of voyeurism!

As you devoured the “private party” playing out before you, your greedy male mind couldn’t help but place yourself right in the middle of the fourway. Though Lyra and her friends were intensely nasty in their onscreen eroticism, you somehow perceived them as virginal and unclaimed. These naughty filly-foolers needed to be taken to bed by a stallion... er, man... and shown true pleasure!

“Glkk, glrrrk... BLRRRK!” Your attention was reluctantly pulled away from the movie to the real life Lyra, who was choking on your huge cock just as surely as Bon Bon and Octavia were gagging down their phallic pastry on screen. You smiled as you saw how close your friend was to the masochistic maregasm she craved — she just needed a bit of help!

Gripping Lyra’s mane with all your strength, you vigorously rammed her skull to the base of your crotch and held her in place while you pinched her sensitive horn. Tears of facefucked bliss flowed from Lyra’s eyes and ran over your balls as she looked up at you in thanks. Snot dribbled from her cute pony nose, and in seconds the first rushes of her searing marecum gushed out of her twat, launching across her living room to splatter against the wedding photo she and Bon Bon had hung near the front door. Her shifting throat convulsed around your cock, stimulating you as she shared her pleasure.

With this truly epic squirt, Lyra had taken an early lead in your competition, yet you felt that you and your fellow gooner were still evenly matched. For a mare, “edging” meant climaxing as often as possible, while for stallions it meant holding off as long as you could, building up to the largest possible cumblast. Ever since Lyra explained this to you, it had never seemed quite fair. Your frequently facefucked friend had easily won every single one of your couchbound competitions, squirting herself into mindless aheago while you struggled to keep even a single drop of sperm from spilling onto her tongue.

But today, cute little Lyra Heartstrings was in for a surprise. Since your last meeting of the genitals you’d pleasured hundreds of thousands of ponies, whether in waking life or the world of dreams. By this point you could hardly call yourself a man if you couldn’t outfuck a single mare... even if she was cute as a button and granting you an all access pass to her throat!

With glazed eyes and a drool filled mouth you kept pumping Lyra’s skull onto your dick as you watched her cavort pornographically on the fuzzy, primitive TV. Back in Sugarcube Corner, Lyra and Vinyl were now lying on the floor with their hind legs spread, and you watched dumbstruck as the ever prepared Pinkie Pie transformed the two cute unicorns into delicious ice cream sundaes.

That naughty party pony filled the soft valleys between the girls’ fulsome teats with generous spheres of ice cream, then added whipped cream, a dozen flavours of syrup, and a bright red cherry on top. (But no nuts, because of Octavia’s peanut allergy — safety first!) You subconsciously stuck out your tongue, begging for a lick of those luscious scoops of creamy goodness, only to watch the ice cream swiftly melt beneath the glaring lights of Pinkie’s porno set, and flow over thick, juicy clits into Octavia and Bon Bon’s hungry mouths!

“How come Vinyl doesn’t have the same tattoo as the rest of you?” you asked Lyra as the white unicorn’s surprisingly bare crotch came into view beneath Bon Bon’s lapping tongue. Hearing no response but a muffled ~BLRRRRP~, you looked down with confusion, only to discover that you’d never stopped vigorously pumping Lyra’s muzzle up and down your dick. Once you finally released her mane, it took several seconds for your friend to gag up your length and catch her breath to respond.

“Vinyl lost her gold star a long time ago,” Lyra explained in a raspy voice, her vocal cords well marinated in your precum. Her tongue couldn’t stop roving around the ridge at the base of your cockhead, licking and tasting. “She’s bi, didn’t you know? That uni-cunt of hers has devoured more meat than an army of griffons.”

“Oh, that’s cool...” you muttered unconvincingly, as you snaked your veiny cock back down Lyra’s lurching throat with a thrust of your hips. “I’m glad that she’s so comfortable with her sexuality!” Yet the thought of taking Vinyl to bed wasn’t quite as thrilling now that you knew the truth. After all, you fucked bisexual mares every day! Still, there were three genuine fillyfoolers on screen, which you could fantasize about despoiling as you made sweet love to Lyra’s mouth.

These poor girls been suffering for so long without cock. Unwilling to settle for inadequate horse peen, they’d considerably saved their holes for the one male who could truly pleasure them. Beneath their blushes and denials, they secretly craved fat, juicy human dick, pushed into their unused pussies and thrust in and out until they experienced their first real orgasms.

Naturally, you’d claim them romantically, with kisses and caresses, treating them like the tender virgins they were. There was no need to be crude when awakening a mare to her body’s true purpose. Yet you knew it was only a matter of time before your masculine presence awakened the ancient hunger common to all Equestrian females. Disgust and curiosity would be replaced by a burning, desperate yearning. Then cervices would be booped, ponuts widened, and wombs submerged in floods of potent seed.

Bred, collared and added to your herd, these repurposed rugmunchers would be put to work as your premium fleshlights, available for use whenever you needed to feel that extra tight grip on your dick. Of course, you’d still allow your new toys to pleasure each other, if only for your own amusement. After a long day spent cumming into horsepussy, a spicy lesbian show was just the thing to stiffen your dick for the next round of brutal, balls deep penetration!

Sadly, you were so caught up in your ludicrous fantasy of converting Lyra’s friends into your cock worshipping slaves, that you missed the sound of the front door being unlocked. The squeals of onscreen lust, the juicy rapid fire gags you forced from Lyra’s gullet, and the throat-gurgles of her impending second maregasm all conspired to hide the appearance of a third individual on the scene. You didn’t even suspect that you were no longer alone until you glimpsed Bon Bon’s trademark curl bobbing into view as she closed the door behind her, holding a large pizza box in one hoof.

“Hey babe, I’m home!” the cute confectioner called out cheerfully. “I closed the shop early so we could hang out with your human friend — ~WHAT THE BUCK?~”

Beautiful butch babe buffs boy-bimbo's ballsack, bestowing blistering blowie

“Mmmmmglk!” Lyra screamed around your dick as her second facefucked maregasm was startled out of her by Bon Bon’s sudden arrival. A fresh arc of cunt cream sprayed across the living room and splashed all over the newcomer’s muzzle.

“~Bluuuh!~” Bon Bon sputtered and dropped the pizza box as she was suddenly drenched in her wife’s juices. You weren’t one to delay or deny a mare’s pleasure, but this hardly seemed like the best time for Lyra to demonstrate just how hard a cock down the throat could make her cum!

“I-it’s not what it looks like!” you protested lamely. Yet looking down, you saw the situation was quite incriminating. Your fingers were tangled in Lyra’s sweaty mane, your thick phallus stretching her jaw and buried to the root, forming a bulge in her throat that reached nearly to her stomach. Her lovely amber eyes were reddened, and sheets of her gag-saliva dribbled down in vast stalactites from your dangling, freshly shaven balls. Your fist sized nuts twitched and bounced in midair as they desperately sought the relief you’d been holding off for so long, and Lyra’s hind legs kicked in the same rhythm as she groaned around your shaft, gushing the final spasms of her pleasure all over the couch and taking true enjoyment from your relentless abuse. How would even the most trusting wife believe that she’d walked in on a completely platonic bro-off?

“Then what is it?” Bon Bon demanded sassily, licking Lyra’s squirt from her lips. “Because it looks like you two got started without me! How many loads have you pumped into my wife’s stomach already, you dumb hetero?”

“I... I was just masturbating with her throat for an hour or so, I never actually came...” you assured. Yet you feared that Bon Bon would somehow find something wrong with this harmless, sincere answer.

“An hour?” Bon Bon’s jaw dropped wide open. “Most stallions can’t last a minute!”

“I’m not a stallion,” you pointed out. Indeed, even a fairly stupid stallion would have read the room and stopped brutally forcefeeding his dick down a lesbian’s gullet once her wife showed up. Yet you still felt the primal need for stimulation, so you’d never stopped working your unicorn-shaped onahole up and down your rigid, slippery pole. The way you saw it, if Lyra wanted you to stop porking her piehole just because Bon Bon was pissed off for no reason, she’d have said something... or at least given a glurk of disapproval!

The fact that Bon Bon was rumoured to know 612 ways of killing a pony with her bare hooves couldn’t have been further from your sex addled mind. If this was how you were doomed to meet your end, at least you’d go out giving your best bro a good time...

“You said you were just going to watch a movie with him!” Bon Bon complained to Lyra. Bon Bon turned to the television, where she could be clearly seen digging her tongue into Octavia’s high class ponut, her eyes closed and an expression of pure bliss upon her muzzle. “OK, that scene was totally taken out of context,” she added with a blush.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Lyra spoke, breaking the stalemate between the three of you: “Glrrrrrglllghhh...” Actually, it was more like she coughed on your dick as you shoved the flare into her stomach, but the wet, sloppy noise got Bon Bon’s attention, turning her away from the TV and the reminder of her own carnal adventures.

Having caught her lover’s eye, Lyra ignited her horn and you felt a pleasurable tingle in your jostling nut sack. Slowly the two hefty oranges you kept in that fleshy pouch were magically lifted from their dangling position, squished together lightly like a set of boobs squeezed into a cocktail dress, and held up for Bon Bon’s inspection.

“Awe, I can’t stay mad at you,” Bon Bon smiled romantically at her dick-impaled wife as she held up your overstuffed testicles as a peace offering. The earth pony trotted forward and pondered your orbs, her tail lifting behind her as she sniffed and snorted.

“Fuck, they stink...” Bon Bon murmured. “Why are they so huge? It’s disgusting!” She tentatively gave your left ball a soft and gentle kiss, lapping up the coating of her wife’s saliva, and feeling the powerful twitch of your nut as it responded to her oral touch. Roving her tongue about your taut, smooth, jumping sack, Bon Bon savoured your foreign taste, her licks swiftly moving from experimental, to eager... to adoring!

You sat back on the couch, enjoying the sucking sensation of Bon Bon’s tender lips as she took more and more of your left ball in her mouth. You found nothing unusual about the candy maker’s craving for your everlasting gobstoppers. Since lesbians didn’t like cock, it was only natural that Bon Bon would prefer to slurp on a nice set of balls. You’d yet to meet a mare who could pass up the chance!

Lyra’s magical aura gathered and swirled around your nuts, and with a muffled “Mmmph!” from Bon Bon, you felt your right ball stuffed into the earth pony’s mouth alongside its meaty neighbour, stretching her jaw to its very limit. Bon Bon seemed startled at first, but as your musk took full effect she began to suckle contentedly on her salty treat, slurping on the provided testicles in time to your messy thrusts down Lyra’s throat.

Gripping a luscious mane in each hand, you gently yet firmly pulled both mares’ muzzles to the base of your crotch and squished them together. Two cute noses rubbed together adorably as Lyra and Bon Bon’s lips met in a loving kiss around your junk. It was a truly romantic sight to behold — never mind that one of these girls had Equestria’s biggest dick down her throat, and the other was enjoying an overflowing mouthful of human ball sack!

Back and forth your hands moved, stuffing your foalmakers between Bon Bon’s lips as you continued your deep thrusts into Lyra’s face-pussy. An already delicious session of cock worship had been brought to the next level! You made sure that the two lovers nuzzled noses every time you buried yourself inside them, allowing them to share their love with one another even as they focused on serving your male needs. When it came to sloppy and degrading blowjobs, Lyra and Bon Bon were a well matched couple indeed!

“Glrk...”

“Bllrrp!”

“Shlrrp...”

“Glaack!”

The sounds at your crotch became a duet of depravity, the dynamite debut of Ponyville’s newest cocksucking team. Mare drool dribbled into your ass crack and soaked the couch cushion beneath you, and sloppy noises from hungry mouths drowned out the exaggerated moans of lust that still peeped distantly from Lyra’s television.

Now that you had not one but two horses eagerly gobbling your privates, you felt your already flimsy willpower flee your body, and welcomed the oncoming rush of the moment when you’d finally let loose with a flood of potent sperm. But wait — suddenly the unwelcome thought came to your head — what if this whole scenario was a trap?

When it came to your little edging competitions, Lyra was all too willing to resort to trickery. Whether she was “accidentally” flashing her pussy with a flick of her tail, “accidentally” poking at your butthole with her magical aura, or “accidentally” replacing your cola with a zebra fertility potion that made you cum buckets at the slightest touch, there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to make sure you popped your load before she tired herself out. Bon Bon’s convenient entrance, just as you’d proven your new ability to ride Lyra’s throat for hours at a time — it couldn’t be mere coincidence! This entire threeway was just a way of getting you to let your guard down and blow a nut, leaving Lyra unchallenged as Ponyville’s champion gooner!

You could see it now: the minute you lost control and filled Lyra’s tummy with your sperm, these hot lesbians would start making fun of you, calling you a quickshot and no better than a stallion. You’d disgrace your herd with such a pathetic performance — indeed, the entire human race would be shamed by your actions. No, you had to hold the cum inside your balls, no matter how desperately these equine cuties demanded it. Nothing less than the pride of humanity was at stake!

Sadly, your iron resolve lasted only a few seconds, until Bon Bon spat your well sucked balls from her mouth with a “mlem” and pawed weakly at your thighs with strong yet squishy hooves. “I want to see his cock, Lyra...” she moaned, drunk on your scent. “I w-want to watch it shoot!”

For the first time in over an hour, Lyra pushed back against your use of her facehole, slapping your leg and silently demanding that you expose your cozy, slick penis for her wife’s appreciation. You obediently hauled your shaft out from between Lyra’s pert lips, mentally cursing your own frailty as you did.

Somehow, Bon Bon had learned your one weakness — a mare asking for something! You couldn’t seem to say no to these four legged honeys. From the loftiest Princess to the humblest mailmare, you were the unfailing servant of any horsegirl who beckoned you into an alley or beneath a shop counter. Now you’d lost the edging contest for sure! Your load was as good as spent, since the alternative to blasting an epic nut was to disappoint Bon Bon and set her lower lip a-trembling — something you could never do.

Teetering on the very verge of orgasm, you held your dick by the base, letting it loom over Bon Bon’s muzzle. Still slick from Lyra’s throat, throbbing and powerful, about to let forth an ocean of seed, your edged cock stood as proof of male potency and human superiority.

Yet this phallic idol was about to crumble before Lyra and Bon Bon’s sapphic might. There was no way you could hold on to your load for much longer. Already rivers of precum oozed uncontrollably from your throbbing gusher, flowing like glaciers down your length, highlighting the thick veins of your cock and dribbling into Bon Bon’s hungry mouth as her cute little sweatrag of a tongue advanced, little by little, across your churning sack. Desperately you tried to claw yourself back from the brink. Every second you didn’t nut was a silent triumph in humanity’s ancient struggle against sexy ponies!

“Wow, Lyra, you weren’t kidding... he’s huge!” Bon Bon’s worshipful gaze seared into your soul as she cast her eyes up the length of your twitching shaft like a tourist gawking at a Manehattan skyscraper. “It’s so enormous and ugly... but it’s beautiful at the same time...”

“It’s a real monster cock,” Lyra agreed with raspy voice. “Now show him how you handle monsters, babe.”

You thought you’d bought yourself a few seconds to beat back your onrushing orgasm. Yet all of that ground was lost in an instant when Bon Bon climbed atop the couch next to you and plopped her hefty earth pony teats in your lap. Wrapping her horse-hooters snugly around the base of your cock, Bon Bon clasped your dick against her barrel, soiling her fur in your waterfall of precum. With a cute little grunt, Lyra slipped her smaller pair of teats around your shaft from the other direction, letting them snuggle atop her wife’s impressive foal feeders. She gripped Bon Bon in a tight hug and then, much to your excited dismay, the mares began to bounce their funbags up and down on your trapped meat.

Two squishy cunts rubbed back and forth against the shaven skin of your crotch. Two contrasting sets of pony teats hugged your shlong, bouncing and squeezing in an intensely pleasurable double crotchboob paizuri. Two warm and fuzzy barrels swaddled your shaft in soft heat, and two eager mouths lapped at the weeping slit atop your cockhead, ready to feed.

“I’ve been wanting to show you this, for so long...” Lyra confessed to her wife as she slurped a mouthful of pre from the bubbling hot spring at the tip of your prick. “I didn’t feel complete, sucking dick without you.”

“Oh, Lyra, you’re the best lover in Equestria! Y-you’re going to make me cum!” Bon Bon moaned as she frotted her sizzling clit against your thigh.

“Me too, Bon Boooon!” Lyra squealed, her mareish juices already gushing out onto your crotch as she hugged her mate around your titfucked dick. “Lesbian sex with you is the best — I never want it to end!”

“I’m cumming, too!” you added, not wanting to feel left out of the fun.

It was a dark day, for humanity had fallen. Despite your depth of sexual experience, and the countless wombs you’d sacrificed on the altar of human cock, you had lost Lyra’s gooning challenge once again. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hold back one instant longer. Damn these cute and colourful ponies — in all the multiverse, there were no sexier females!

Your thoroughly edged protein cannon throbbed between the two mares, the slit at the tip of your cock gaped wide open, and with a loud grunt you blasted a finger thick beam of sperm straight up towards the living room ceiling. With a wet ~splat~ the juicy load impacted against the ceiling fan above you, sending it swaying and creaking.

You had lost all control, your already unremarkable intelligence reduced to that of an animal. As far as your cock was concerned, the soft teats and warm barrels squished around your meat formed a comfy pussy, ready for the breeding. Your balls rose to the occasion, clenching in another powerful spasm that sent your second rope of ejaculate splattering all over the naughty pornstars who still frolicked on Lyra’s unnoticed TV.

If your overzealous orgasm wasn’t brought under control, you’d soon redecorate Lyra’s entire living room in creamy white! Fortunately, at the moment, even your bubbleheaded unicorn pal was a quicker thinker than you were. Before more than a coffee mug’s worth of seed could be wasted across her home furnishings, Lyra guided your cock with her front hooves and pushed the spouting tip against her wife’s eagerly parting lips.

Bon Bon’s mouth opened wide around the crown of your fleshy male intruder, and she gulped and swallowed as you filled her tiny body with rope after hot, steaming rope. Tentatively, then eagerly, the earth pony sucked on your cockhead like a foal on the teat, her eyes filling with love hearts as she silently asked for more sperm — sperm which you were happy to provide!

The only semi-coherent thought in your mind was a warm sense of pride at treating this hungry filly-fooler, a mare who’d gone her whole life without tasting the delicacy that was thick, potent male seed. All this time, relief had been as close as the nearest penis, but you were the one Bon Bon trusted to guide her into the life of a sperm addicted cumslut.

It was all but certain that Lyra and Bon Bon would become frequent visitors at Sweet Apple Acres, reporting for feedings of the ape nut they now craved. You’d be happy to provide these two sweeties with regular doses... so long as they didn’t mind taking their medicine in the form of fresh creampies, slurped from the gaping holes of other well used mares.

...You had wives to take care of as well, after all!