Gold Stars and Asterisks

“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?~”