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...