Gold Stars and Asterisks

“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!