Captivating Cultivation

by Jest

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Coloratura, Fetish, Songbird Serenade, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Sapphire Shores
Length: 7836

The Cutie Mark Crusaders, now world famous popstars, get a call from an unlikely trio seeking an unlikely and surprisingly amorous collaboration.

The Cutie Mark Crusaders, now world famous popstars, get a call from an unlikely trio seeking an unlikely and surprisingly amorous collaboration.

Kinks Futa on female, big old floppy girl dicks, semi public, stomach bulge and cumflation. So ya know, the usual.

Commissioned by Anonymous

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Published 2025-02-01 23:10:03 UTC
Last updated 2025-02-01 23:10:03 UTC

The Call

The door to the backstage opened, allowing the sound of several thousand screaming fans to flood into the room and drown out everything else. The room’s previous lone occupant stopped and looked up at the three young mares as they walked in.

Sweetie Belle wore a flashy as well as reflective bright purple and white skin-tight outfit that looked like flames and ended at her neck in a wide open collar. Apple Bloom had a similarly tight suit though hers was black and white and made to resemble a stylized version of the night sky. Scootaloo was last, with the pegasus’ blue, pink, and purple leotard being covered in large rips. Each of the trio wore bright, exaggerated makeup, and despite looking quite tired, they also had on large smiles tinged with excitement.

“-totally can't believe you made out with that fan!” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“What? She was hot and she managed to sneak on stage. I had to give her something,” Sweetie Belle retorted.

“I’m surprised you didn't give her cunt a tongue punching given how vigorously you two were going at it,” Apple Bloom added, much to Sweetie Belle’s chagrin and Scootaloo’s amusement.

“I wouldn't do that. I’d think about it, sure but I wouldn't do that,” Sweetie Belle dismissed.

“Great show out there,” greeted their manager, interrupting the conversation and wrapping a hoof around Sweetie Belle’s shoulders. “Though I like how you uh, work the crowd there, Sweets, let's try not to do anything that may encourage ponies to climb over the barricades or fight security. I really don't want to have to deal with losing our insurance again.”

“That thing with that crazy fan was a total fluke,” Scootaloo dismissed, grabbing a beer from the concession table and falling into an open couch. “It hasn't even happened since.”

“That's because I hired more security, not because it hasn't stopped happening,” the grey-furred, and steely-eyed stallion retorted.

“It's fine,” Sweetie Belle stated, gently removing the stallion’s foreleg from her shoulders. “We’ll put out some statement that this was a one-off thing and that no one should attempt it.”

“That should put a bit of a dampener on the potential problem,” murmured the man.

“Relax Press Pass, we’re like, the fifth biggest band in Equestria right now. Even if it does happen again we can afford a bit more security at our shows,” Apple Bloom added, grabbing a bottle of champagne and plopping down next to Scootaloo.

“If we have to hire more security then we won't be able to get as quite a lavish spread here you know,” Press Pass warned. “We might even have to dial back on the booze and snacks.”

“If you touch my bowl of only red Skittles I am quitting this band entirely!” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“Woah let's just relax. This will probably blow over in a week or so,” Sweetie Belle offered.

“Let us hope so,” Press Pass muttered, straightening his tie.

“So are you here to have an after-party drink with us or are you hanging around for the orgy?” Apple Bloom asked before taking a swig straight from the bottle.

“For the hundredth time, I’m gay,” Press Pass exclaimed, throwing up his hooves. “How have you not gotten that by now?”

“Slipped my mind is all,” Apple Bloom shot back.

“Augh, no,” Press Pass murmured. “I actually came to relay you an offer from the Azure Trio, but since you all seem so intent on teasing me today maybe I’ll just hold on to this information.”

“What, really!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, spitting out a spray of half-chewed pretzels. “What did they say?”

“Yeah dish Press Pass. You know you can't just dangle something that enticing and then just leave,” Scootaloo added.

“If it makes you feel any better, I am sorry about that jab earlier,” Apple Bloom stated.

“It does thank you and get this,” Press Pass began, leaning in close and gaining a mischievous grin. “As you know they have been in a bit of a rut lately, a deep rut.”

“They haven't put out any new music in like forever,” Sweetie Belle whispered. “Ponies are starting to worry.”

“No kidding. I overheard the roadies saying they had a pool going on how this ends and currently the biggest one is them breaking up,” Apple Bloom remarked.

“No way. They’d never break up. They’ve been at it a while, yeah but they’re still at the peak of their power and prestige!” Scootaloo exclaimed, throwing up her hooves and spilling a splash of beer. “It would be like if… I don't know. Princess Celestia just up and retired tomorrow for no reason.”

“I mean it wouldn't be quite the same but whatever,” Press Pass dismissed. “The point is that they’ve asked for help with this deep rut they’ve been in.”

“They’ve asked us for help?” Sweetie Belle gasped.

“Yup. They apparently saw one of your recent concerts incognito and were blown away by your unique energy,” Press Pass offered, chuckling to himself.

“You mean our raw sex appeal! Hooraw baby!” Scootaloo shouted.

“I’d like to think our technical skill would have counted for something,” Apple Bloom muttered.

“They liked that too but they admitted that it was that drive that really made them think that you three would be the right ponies for the job,” Press Pass finished.

“Oh my gosh, this is amazing!” Sweetie Belle shouted. “If we could collaborate with the Azure Trio, we wouldn't be the fifth biggest band we’d be the third, or maybe even the second!”

“We could finally beat out that hack Swift Water,” Apple Bloom declared.

“Let's not get too hasty girls. Press Pass hasn't even said if our help would come in the form of an official collaboration or not,” Scootaloo cautioned.

“Yeah, it would be in the form of a song, or possibly more than one song if you play your cards right,” Press Pass whispered, leaning back. “But a guarantee of at least one provided you are able to break their collective creative funk.”

“I’m down, what about you girls?” Apple Bloom inquired.

“Seems like a good idea,” Scootaloo added.

“A good idea? This is a great idea. This is the best idea anyone has ever had since the person who thought of sliced bread thought of sliced bread!” Sweetie Belle shouted, the mare jumping excitedly into the air.

“Ha, that's the spirit, now there are a few details,” Press Pass cautioned.

“Spit it out, man. Don't keep us in suspense. Sweetie Belle might explode,” Scootaloo added.

“They want to meet with and work with you girls in a one-on-one type of manner,” Press Pass replied. “Scootaloo would be with Sapphire shores-”

“Hell yeah. The costume mistress herself. I am so down,” Scootaloo proclaimed.

“-Apple Bloom, you would be meeting with and assisting Countess Coloratura,” Press Pass continued.

“Aww cool. She’s my favorite,” Apple Bloom declared.

“Wait, that means I’m with Songbird Serenade!” Sweetie Belle squealed in excitement. “This is the best day, ever!”

“Yes, it's amazing now would you keep those high notes on the stage?” Press Pass whispered, clutching his ears. “I’m afraid you’ll blow an eardrum.”

“Best get used to it now boss man,” Scootaloo warned, getting off the couch and bumping her shoulder against the male’s. “She is going to be like this until this collab happens. Speaking of which, when is this going down?”

“A week. Just enough time for you girls to finish this leg of the tour,” Press Pass answered.

“That's sure nice of them. I’d hate to have to cancel on all those nice folks,” Apple Bloom muttered.

“Who cares about those peons? We get to work with the Azure Trio themselves!” Sweetie Belle shouted at the top of her lungs. “Bring out the hard alcohol and all those hotties you got waiting to join the orgy!”

“Oop looks like things are starting early. Are you sure you won't stick around Pressy? We usually get more than a few bi dudes,” Apple Bloom offered.

“I don't know,” Press Pass murmured.

“Oh come on. You never join us. Just this once relax, get a few drinks in you, and while you're at it, maybe a few hard dicks too,” Scootaloo added.

“This is a pretty momentous occasion,” Press Pass whispered, only to throw up his hooves. “Aww what the heck. You’ve talked me into it.”

“Fuck yeah. We are going to get wasted tonight, bitches!” Sweetie Belle screamed before smashing two bottles of champagne together and guzzling the liquid that actually landed in her mouth and did not cover her.

“Oh it is going to get crazy in here,” Scootaloo murmured.

“Should I be regretting my decision already?” Press Pass muttered.

“Nah. You’ll be fine… probably,” Apple Bloom remarked with a shrug. “Just uh, stay out of Sweetie Belle’s way unless you wanna lose a leg.”

Sweetie Belle excitedly poked her into the small booth and looked around. She immediately noticed the longboard filled with hundreds if not thousands of tiny switches. Panels, speakers, televisions, and other banks of equipment were arrayed around the lone mare sitting on a black office chair in the middle of the room.

“Hey, uh, is this the right sound booth thingy?” Sweetie Belle asked hesitantly. “I might be in the wrong room again. This place is a labyrinth.”

“Huh?” The producer murmured, glancing over to the new arrival. “Who are you again?”

“I’m-”

“Wait!” She shouted, rising from her seat, stars sparkling in her eyes. “You are Sweetie Belle! The one Songbird was so intent on meeting.”

“She really wanted to meet me?” Sweetie Belle exclaimed.

“Yes, she heard rumors of your great skills and after running into this metaphorical wall, knew you’d be the one to help her out,” the producer stated confidently.

“Could you repeat that a few more times, please? I really wanna savor this moment,” Sweetie Belle purred.

“No time. We need you in the booth immediately,” the producer urged. “Time is running out, and Songbird simply must hit that high note today, or else we will not be able to record her parts for another three months!”

“And the album is supposed to come out in only a month and a half,” Sweetie Belle murmured, snapping to attention. “You can count on me, ma’am! I’ll do whatever it takes!”

“See to it that you do. Now, get in there,” the producer demanded, pointing over to a black door that presumably led into the recording booth itself.

“Alright, thank uh whoever you are!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed.

She didn't get an answer, however, as before Sweetie Belle knew it she was shoved through the door. The moment she was pushed into the slightly cramped room Sweetie Belle expected to be greeted with instructions on what she was supposed to do. Instead, she found herself face to face with Songbird Serenade herself.

She looked exactly as she did in Sweetie Belle’s dreams. Her yellow and black bangs covered her face, her wings were tucked regally at her side, and her signature shirt was unbuttoned and open. Upon the mare’s head was the large pink bow that Sweetie Belle expected, but there was also a pair of headphones covering her ears.

“Hey there Sweetie Belle,” Songbird Serenade greeted with a smile. “How good of you to join us.”

“Uh bwuh?” Sweetie Belle muttered.

“Who were you expecting, Elvis?” Songbird teased, her smile growing crooked.

“I uh don't know what I expected to be honest,” Sweetie Belle blurted out. “A bit part as a backup singer maybe. I didn't actually expect you to be to be here in the flesh.”

“I thought the instructions I gave to your manager were clear,” Songbird remarked.

“Oh they were,” Sweetie Belle hastily replied. “I just didn't believe him.”

Songbird Serenade chuckled, the sound coming out more akin to the tinkling of tiny bells rather than laughter.

“Even her giggles are beautiful,” Sweetie Belle whispered to herself.

“Yes I do need your help, but I warn you that what I had in mind was rather well… crass,” Songbird murmured, cringing slightly.

“I don't care what it is. I’d kill for you Sonbird,” Sweetie Belle boldly declared.

“I wasn't thinking of anything quite so… bloody,” Songbird muttered awkwardly, shying away from Sweetie Belle’s intense, gleaming eyes. “Though it might be a rather dirty request.”

“Hit me. If you want to you then literally,,” Sweetie Belle offered, turning her cheek.

“I heard of your particular oral talents with the uh, flesh flute as they say,” Songbird remarked.

“Flesh Flute? Oh you mean dick!” Sweetie Belle loudly proclaimed.

“Yes, that,” Songbird quickly interrupted, placing a hoof over Sweetie Belle’s mouth. “Though there is no need to shout it quite so loud.”

“I can whisper if you want,” Sweetie Belle asked, already whispering.

“That would be great and as for the details I was hoping you could help me hit an exceptionally high note,” Songbird continued. “I’ve not been able to get quite that high and I think with your um, unique talents. I could finally hit it.”

“Even if I’m able to wouldn't that not help you in live performances? Unless you want me to suck you off on stage. Which is something I would be totally okay with doing,” Sweetie Belle replied, grinning already.

“No need for that,” Songbird dismissed. “Once I hit it for the first time I am confident I will be able to repeat it after the fact.”

“Oh… okay,” Sweetie Belle muttered in defeat.

“Let's talk about this after you’ve helped me hmm?” Songbird offered.

“Right. Where do you want me? Right here?” Sweetie Belle asked, kneeling down and opening her mouth as wide as she could.

“No, not right here,” Songbird hastily declared, gesturing toward the center of the booth. “Over there please.”

“Yes ma’am,” Sweetie Belle eagerly declared.

The young mare all but sprinted the half dozen feet to the spot Sonbird indicated. There, waiting for her was the podium just large enough to fit her rather large flanks, and wide hips.

“A little snug,” Sweetie Belle whispered.

“Alright, let's get started,” Sonbird stated.

Sweetie Belle looked up in time to see Songbird mount the podium, placing her forehooves on the upper section. This left her undercarriage exposed, including the enormous, semi-flacid futa cock that flopped against Sweetie Belle’s face. Mostly a light yellow color, it had mottled black spots along its length, as well as an enormous dark medial ring bigger than any Sweetie Belle had ever seen before.

“Holy shit,” Sweetie Belle muttered. “That thing’s as big as my leg… awesome.”

Scootaloo whistled a nameless tune as she wandered the seemingly endless hallways. Meandering from one practice room to another, she was met by unhelpful strangers, and sometimes contradictory directions. Not like the young mare minded, she was still in awe at how big this place was.

“Hopefully this is it,” she remarked aloud.

Pushing her way through a new set of doors, she passed through a set of black curtains before emerging into an enormous theatre room. The audience area was empty, as was the spot where a band would sit, their instruments standing ready. Only the stage was occupied, and even then it was only by a single individual who was strutting back and forth with a look of irritation on her beautiful face.

The mare was instantly recognizable as Sapphire Shores, the pony wearing her usual casual dress, Scootaloo noticed. Sapphire Shores was impeccably dressed, with poofy blue hair, a short, curled tail, a dainty white top hat with a purple ribbon, and shoes that added a touch of royalty. Her dress was similarly fabulous in Scootaloo’s mind, with the teal, white, and purple ensemble having a bit of ruffle but not so many that it looked overly fru fru.

The piece of cloth sitting on a ponyquin before her, wasn't quite so endearing, however. Sure it was pleasant to look at, with its long graceful side swoop, and tasteful transparent sections but at the end of the day, it was a simple black dress.

“Sup?” Scootaloo greeted.

“What who’s there? I thought I told you not to disturb me while- oh it's you,” Sapphire Shores muttered, her anger melting away. “You have arrived at the perfect time my dear.”

“Let me guess. You’ve got a blank canvas and nothing to put on it,” Scootaloo offered, jumping up onto the stage with a flutter of her wings.

“Most insightful,” Sapphire Shores replied. “I am indeed stuck in a bit of a creative rut at the moment.”

“Hmmm, mind if I give it a look?” Scootaloo asked.

“Of course. Be my guest,” Sapphire offered.

Scootaloo stepped forward and began to inspect the dress before her. Sure enough, it was nice, but plain, almost painfully so. It may be nice in a more casual and intimate setting but on stage in front of thousands? It wouldn't work, not one bit.

“Right, well. I see what you mean,” Scootaloo muttered.

“I assume you have studied the materials given to your manager?” Sapphire Shores asked.

“Yeah, I saw them. You got a really coherent theme, lots of black, lots of white, classy but still grimy in a way,” Scootaloo replied.

“Not exactly the words I’d use but thank you I think,” Sapphire murmured.

“This is gonna sound obvious to you but have you considered a splash of white?” Scootaloo inquired, gesturing to the dress.

“Of course I have. In fact, I’ve ruined nearly two dozen of these dresses attempting to create something truly befitting our image,” Sapphire replied bitterly. “I’m fairly certain Rarity is going to have an aneurysm if I request another.”

“Yeah, she might have a conniption. Hopefully, that won't be necessary,” Scootaloo muttered, tilting her head to the side and catching a glimpse of the large, rather noticeable bulge jutting out from Sapphire Shore’s crotch. “Say, have you ever considered painting with a different brush?”

“What do you mean?” Sapphire Shores replied.

“I mean I assume you’ve tossed paint on it and whatnot but have you ever used something a bit more… organic?” Scootaloo pressed, raising an eyebrow invitingly.

“Again. What do you mean?” Sapphire retorted, growing irritable.

“Easy. Cum on the dress,” Scootaloo stated. “Let your dick be the paintbrush.”

“How crass,” Sapphire remarked, lip curled in disgust.

“Don't be a prude, Shores,” Scootaloo retorted. “This entire album is about attraction isn't it? It was in the mission statement.”

“I suppose that is correct,” Sapphire Shores muttered.

“It sounds silly but it fits your theme, it suits your style, and worst-case scenario you blow off some steam, and we toss this thing in the laundry after,” Scootaloo continued, wrapping a hoof around Sapphire Shore’s shoulders. “What do you say?”

“You are doing this because you want to have sex with me, aren't you?” Sapphire Shores deadpanned.

“I mean that's a part of it,” Scootaloo admitted. “But if I’m being honest, I do think this idea has merit. When in doubt, embrace the chaos as I always say.”

“It would be nice to get a bit of relief as it were,” Sapphire Shores remarked, growing bolder with each word she spoke. “And perhaps something unorthodox is just what I need.”

“That's what I like to hear,” Scootaloo proclaimed, releasing her hold on Sapphire and walking over to the ponyquin. “Now just give me a second to put this thing on.”

“Do hurry darling. I’m afraid you’ve made me quite aroused with your little proposition,” Sapphire Shores exclaimed.

“I’m coming I’m coming. Just hold onto your dick for a second,” Scootaloo retorted.

As hastily as she could, Scootaloo pulled the dress from its stand and then wiggled inside of it. Thankfully it didn't take long for her to adjust the thing until she was comfortable, her wings emerging from the small holes on either side. Once done, Scootaloo looked down at herself and whistled.

“Damn, I look good,” Scootaloo remarked.

A sudden thud drew Scootaloo’s gaze to Sapphire Shores. For a moment the young mare was confused as to where the sound came from. Then she saw it, the mammoth cock resting on the floor, only semi-hard and still long enough to touch the ground.

“Dear diary,” Scootaloo began, grinning to herself. “Jackpot.”

“Why would she want to meet at a place like this?” Apple Bloom remarked, glancing up and down the second-story walkway of the seedy motel.

Despite it only being noon on a weekday people loitered everywhere and there seemed to be a drunken pool party going on below. Not like Apple Bloom cared, she had been to enough places like this to know that unless you spilled someone’s drink you’d be fine.

Probably.

“Hey, uh Countess? It's Apple Bloom!” Shouted the mare as she knocked on the door. “Is this the right place?”

The door opened suddenly, and a hoof pulled Apple Bloom inside before she had a chance to blink.

“Woah what the hay man?” Apple Bloom muttered.

“Shhh, keep it down,” whispered a female voice.

Glancing up at the mare looming over her, Apple Bloom immediately recognized her.

“Countess Coloratura?” Apple Bloom murmured.

“Keep it down,” hissed the other mare. “If word got out I was staying at a place like this the paparazzi would be everywhere!”

“Uh yeah I guess,” Apple Bloom muttered, standing back up. “But speaking a which, why are you here anyway?”

“Look. Time is short, so I’ll be frank with you. I’m here because I’m stuck in a rut,” Coloratura declared.

“What like some kinda creative rut or what?” Apple Bloom retorted, scratching her head in confusion.

“No, this kind of rut,” the other mare replied, pointing between her legs.

“What do you… oh,” Apple Bloom murmured, her gaze landing on the fifth limb sticking up from between the other mare’s back legs.

It was at this point that Apple Bloom realized that it wreaked of sex in here. Not only that, but the other pony was covered in sweat, her fur matted and dense. She also had a wild, needy look in her eye that both terrified and aroused the young performer.

“You get it now?” Coloratura hissed.

“Oh yeah… totally,” Apple Bloom muttered, unable to tear her gaze from the dark appendage bobbing up and down under the other mare’s midsection.

“So are you going to help me or do I have to call my ninth prostitute this week?” Coloratura demanded.

“Ha, when I’m done with you you won't have a single drop left in those fat knockers of yours,” Apple Bloom proclaimed.

“You better be as good as you say you are. Because until now no one’s been able to keep up with me, not when I get like this,” the older mare stated.

“I’ve drained more dicks than I have bottles of cider. Trust me, Countess,” Apple Bloom began, a wide, confident grin spreading across her face. “I got this.”

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The Show

Sweetie Belle immediately got to work lubing the huge cock, running her tongue up and down its length. Making sure to lay on a heavy amount of spit, Sweetie Belle had the thick appendage coated in time. While she did this, Songbird Serenade ran through a few vocal exercises, testing her upper and lower range.

Sweetie Belle, in the midst of slobbering on her idol’s cock, checked out the rest of her body. Or at least what she could see beneath the podium anyway.

Possessed of fat, pendulous balls and a beastly dick, Songbird also had a large pair of slightly bouncy teets. Though not nearly as huge as her fifth leg, the mare’s lady lumps were delicious, and Sweetie Belle made a note to play with them plenty when the time came. Reaching around and between the other mare’s legs, Sweetie Belle also confirmed that she was absolutely dripping with arousal. Her moist folds spoke of frustration, while the frequent throbbing of her dick told Sweetie Belle that she was ready to unload a massive load.

“Ready down there?” Songbird called.

“You got it,” Sweetie Belle declared.

“Good, then you have three minutes before we reach our metaphorical and literal climax,” Songbird exclaimed.

“Oh, you’ll be climaxing alright. I garunfuckingtee it,” Sweetie Belle muttered to herself.

The faint sound of music could be heard coming from Songbird’s headphones and a moment later the popstar started to sing. Taking this as her cue to start, Sweetie Belle launched her attack, though she was careful not to push too hard too fast. She didn't want to ruin things by rushing too quickly and just slowly took the other mare’s cock into her mouth.

The sensation of having her mouth, then throat utterly filled by thick girl dick was beyond incredible and Sweetie Belle had to resist the urge to touch herself. The knowledge that this was her idol only made it that much harder to hold back but somehow, Sweetie Belle accomplished this. She also managed to get every single throbbing inch past her lips, which bumped against Songbird’s crotch.

The unicorn had to twist her head slightly to make sure she didn't stab the other pony in the midsection but she was used to this by then.

There she stayed for a few seconds, tongue flat against the underside of the other mare’s dick, throat constricting around the length. The effect was immediate, with Songbird begging to leak a steady trickle of pre, her cock all but leaking down Sweetie Belle’s throat.

Oh she's really backed up. Sweetie Belle thought to herself.

Pulling her head back, Sweetie Belle started to bob back and forth. At the same time, she used her hooves to rub what length of cock wasn't currently in her mouth, leaving no inch of the huge rod unmolested. Once again, Sweetie Belle got a physical indication that her efforts were not in vain, with the erection twitching hard inside her mouth.

Good, but not enough. Sweetie Belle mentally noted.

With that thought in mind, the young mare moved faster, and pushed harder, building her tempo until she was all but throat fucking herself on the huge cock. No longer requiring the use of her hooves, Sweetie Belle reached forward and began to massage the huge balls of her partner. As she moved, she could hear Songbird’s voice raised to a pitch that she wasn't capable of during practice.

Come on Sweetie Belle, let's really blow her mind! The young mare declared to herself.

Soon the loud slurping sound of Sweetie Belle sucking on dick was audible even over Songbird’s singing. For a moment the thought that she had ruined things flickered through Sweetie Belle’s mind, but when no one told her to slow down, she continued. Her hooves became a little rougher, squeezing just a little harder, while she engaged a suction that a Hoover would have been proud of.

Higher Sonbird went, though she had yet to truly hit the level she would need if they were to succeed. Sweetie Belle could also tell that the second chorus had already come and gone, meaning that she didn't have a lot of time yet. So far the futa mare had proven far more resilient than most of Sweetie Belle’s partners, who at this point were usually lying on the ground, blowing ropes thick enough to string a bridge.

I’m not done yet! Sweetie Belle thought.

Lighting her horn, Sweetie Belle conjured a curved rod with a second smaller bump jutting off from it. With a pulse of her magic, the hard light construct began to vibrate, grow warm, and ooze liquid mana. The spell was surprisingly draining, but Sweetie Belle was an expert at it and barely noticed the drain it put on her.

Sliding the long thing inside the other mare’s pussy caused the singer to suddenly lurch upward until she stood on the very tips of her hooves. This had the effect of accidentally thrusting forward, burying herself in Sweetie Belle’s throat. The young pop star didn't mind one bit and drove the entirety of the false dick inside the older mare.

She knew she had hit the right spot when Songbird’s legs began to vibrate, and her voice rose higher still. It wasn't enough, but they were getting there, gaining important ground and signaling to Sweetie Belle that victory was indeed possible. With hope in her heart, Sweetie Belle moved faster, throat fucking her fast and hard while slowly pistoning the toy out of her partner’s dripping wet pussy.

The third chorus began, and though Sweetie Belle felt confident, that self-assuredness was already waning. The other mare’s balls weren't churning with seed, and though her legs were still shaking, it didn't seem as though Songbird was near an orgasm. As Sweetie Belle thought of what to do, the tip of her horn brushed up against Songbird’s swinging teets, drawing a surprised moan from the singer’s lips.

The consummate professional that she was, Songbird didn't stop singing, but the message was sent.

All at once Sweetie Belle redoubled her pace, going faster, massaging a little harder, and seasawing her fake cock even quicker. Then, just as the chorus was nearing its end, Sweetie Belle pushed even more power into her horn. Dual casting a telekinesis spell, she grabbed hold of the other mare’s teets, and squeezed, while at the same time pinching and lightly twisting her nipples.

The effect was immediate and pronounced, with the singer’s voice rising until Sweetie Belle’s ears began to ring and the glass window started to tremble. The moment this happened, she came, her cock erupting with a force that surprised even a seasoned slut like Sweetie Belle. Despite her shock, Sweetie Belle still had just enough warning to drive her face forward and swallow every last inch of dick.

She wasn't about to let even a single drop go to waste, not while she had space in her stomach and hunger in her heart. She didn't let up her attacks either, with her horn continuing to burn hot as she maintained her spells and her hooves continued to work. The combination drove Songbird to such a powerful orgasm that she had to physically grip the podium, as her back legs had nearly gone numb.

Sweetie Belle road it out, swallowing over and over and over, until her lungs began to burn and her tears ran down her face. She needed air, but there was more cum left to swallow, so that would have to wait. Her stomach was filling rapidly, belly bloating as quart after quart of virile futa jizz was pumped directly into her.

Only when the song was over, the music stopped, and Songbird suddenly fell silent did she stop cumming. No sooner had the flow of semen cease did Sweetie Belle pull back, the mare gulping down air and letting her spells fizzle. The tip of her horn felt like it was on fire, as did her lungs but Sweetie Belle ignored it all, a wide smile crossing her face.

“That… was incredible,” Songbird muttered.

“Did we-” Sweetie Belle croaked, pausing to swallow hard and then clear her throat. “Did we get it?”

“Oh we got it,” Songbird purred, taking a step back and looking Sweetie Belle in the eye. “On the first time, too.”

“That's awesome,” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, only to wince. “So uh, you doing anything after this? Cus I am wetter than the Pacific right now and could use a fuck.”

“Don't you worry my young partner,” Songbird purred. “Once I get a glass of water in me, I’m going to bury myself in you.”

“Please,” Sweetie Belle murmured, shuddering in pleasure. “Don't pull out.”

“Damn girl. If I had known you were hauling around a fifth leg I would have been here sooner,” Scootaloo remarked.

“Well you are here now and that is all that matters,” Sapphire Shores murmured. “Now are you ready?”

“Oh, I’m ready alright. How do you want me? From behind? Or on my knees?” Scootaloo replied.

“Good song, but stay right like that,” Sapphire Shores remarked, her cock rising until it thumped against her stomach. “I can feel inspiration coming on.”

“Ha, cumming on,” Scootaloo muttered.

“Focus, young one. Let us work our magic,” Sapphire declared.

“Yes ma’am,” Scootaloo replied.

Spreading her legs slightly, Scootaloo raised her tail and readied herself.

Sapphire Shores didn't immediately mount her, however, instead taking a long stroll around the younger pony. Her careful eye inspected her partner from top to bottom, careful to not miss so much as a single square inch. Scootaloo meanwhile, was either flexing or attempting to show off her physique in whatever manner possible. By the end of it, Sapphire Shores stood behind the small mare, a wide smile on her face.

“Oh yes. This is going to work. I can feel it,” Sapphire proclaimed.

“I can't wait to feel it too,” Scootaloo added.

“Then you need not wait long,” Sapphire declared.

Before Scootaloo even had a chance to make some kind of retort, Sapphire Shores had settled her weight against her back. The weight of the older mare was insignificant and easily ignored, unlike the hot, needy pulsing of her cock against Scootaloo’s stomach. It demanded Scootaloo’s presence, prompting Scootaloo to run a hoof down its length, cooing in admiration all the while.

“Damn girl. You are lucky I’m a freak for a big dick. If I was Sweetie Belle I wouldn't be able to take even half of this,” Scootaloo added.

“Yes. Your manager was surprisingly knowledgeable about your... proclivities. Now, enough talk, we must get to work,” Sapphire declared.

“I love it when work and play go hand in hand,” Scootaloo added.

Sapphire Shores drew back her hips, and with the ease of someone that had done this a million times, pressed the head of her cock against Scootaloo’s lips. There was only a slight pause before Sapphire drove herself forward, ramming her entire length into Scootaloo without giving the girl so much as a two-second warning. Scootaloo didn't care, and merely moaned whorishly, relishing the rapid insertion and immense stretching her inner muscles were being forced to undergo.

“Mmm yes. This will work perfectly,” Sapphire purred. “Though I fear we do not have time to draw this out, I hope you will enjoy yourself regardless.”

Once more Sapphire didn't give Scootaloo so much as a second before starting to really lay into the mare. Pounding away at the young pony with the type of strength only an earth pony was capable of, Scootaloo had to put everything she had into just taking it. Bracing herself as best as she could, the young pop star felt like she was on the receiving end of the strangest beating she’d ever heard of before.

Her already stretched pussy was pushed to its limit as it was forced to take the brutal, deep thrusts of her earth pony lover. Like a battering ram being driven home, it slammed against the deepest reaches of Scootaloo’s body. The sharp, powerful impacts were sent ripples through Scootaloo’s body, coalescing into a loud, throaty moan that spilled forth from her lips despite Scootaloo’s attempt to resist it.

Shuddering in ecstasy, Scootaloo could hear as well as feel the distinct thud, slap of Sapphire Shore’s cock hitting home followed closely by her balls hitting Scootaloo’s in the crotch. Something about this tiny detail only turned Scootaloo on more, causing her already flooded canal to grow ever more moist.

The added lubrication was put to good use, allowing Sapphire Shores to continue plundering Scootaloo’s cavernous depths without the need to pause or even slow. Uncaring to tenderness, or anything like that, Sapphire drove relentlessly towards her own orgasm without a thought to Scootloo’s pleasure. This was exactly what Scootaloo liked, with the young pop star moaning nonstop while also surging towards her first orgasm.

With a firm hoof wrapped around Scootaloo’s neck, Sapphire Shores grunted as she jackhammered the other mare’s pussy. The ceaseless plundering was nearing its end after only a few short minutes, the mare’s balls churning with what felt like a titanic load. This was the final straw Scootaloo needed to cum herself, the pony biting down hard on her bottom lip as her pussy squeezed down on the huge invader.

“Now for the end of act one,” Sapphire declared.

The futa mare thrust a few more times before releasing her hold on Scootaloo and pulling out completely. No sooner had she exited the mare, did Sapphire cum, shooting thick ropes all across Scootaloo’s dress. Each impact came with an audible, wet-smacking sound, carrying with it enough weight and mass to cling to Scootaloo’s form like strange raindrops.

By the time Sapphire Shores fell back to all four of her hooves, her cock finally spent, Scootaloo looked like she had been decorated with odd dew drop-shaped pearls.

“This… this is marvelous!” Sapphire Shores proclaimed. “You yourself were wonderful too my dear. Your help was perfect.”

“H-happy to help,” Scootaloo murmured, the pony shuddering as her pussy gaped open, the deep emptiness making Scootaloo shiver in need.

“Allow me to take a few pictures then we’ll get you out of that dress and into the next,” Sapphire Shores remarked.

“Wait, the next?” Scootaloo asked.

“Of course! We need to make enough for the entire group, both mine and yours,” Sapphire retorted, pausing to snap a picture of Scootaloo.

“Oh my gosh, I think my brain short-circuited for a second there. I can't believe we are going to play together and that we get to fuck a bunch more times!” Scootaloo shouted.

“Yes, darling. I must explore your body in depth and from every angle if I am to produce over a half dozen unique items of clothing,” Sapphire Shores explained.

“I’ve had dreams like this before, you know?” Scootaloo murmured, a blissful smile on her face.

“Don't fall asleep on me now, we have a long night ahead of us,” Sapphire Shores declared.

“Don't you worry. I wouldn't dare miss a moment,” Scootaloo proclaimed.

Apple Bloom grinned as she continued to ride the other mare’s thick bitch breaker of a cock. Thick enough to push Apple Bloom to the limits of pain, and deep enough to nearly bump against her cervix, it was perfect. The pony it was attached to was also drop-dead gorgeous, and Apple Bloom couldn't help but smile a little wider as she looked down at her.

Countess Coulature had shed the majority of her usual clothes though she kept the hoof bracelets and had insisted on keeping her hair tied up into a long ponytail. Even lying on her back on the bed she looked the perfect picture of poise and elegance.

With both hooves against the headboard, Apple Bloom really threw her hips into the act, letting her fat-filled flank slap down against the countess’s crotch. For a moment their teets rubbed against each other, and then Apple Bloom was bouncing right back up, ascending the length of her lover’s cock. Only to make the entire trip again a moment later.

The countess merely laid there, her forehooves on Apple Bloom’s hips while her head rested on a large pitch-black cushion. Together the two mares grunted and moaned in pleasure, both hurtling towards their first orgasm of the night. There would be no holding back here, no resisting the siren song of sweet release, only hedonistic reveling in the pleasures of the flesh.

“Are ya close? Cus I sure am,” Apple Bloom inquired.

“I am indeed drawing close,” the Countess purred.

“Good, then just lie back and let me put this shindig into overdrive,” Apple Bloom declared.

No sooner had the words left Apple Bloom's lips did she launch into a full-blown assault on her lover’s mare breaker. With her chest pressed against the countess, Apple Bloom embraced the other mare in a powerful kiss. While she engaged her tongue, Apple Bloom's hips continued to bounce up and down, though never pulling more than an inch or two away.

What she lacked in distance, she made up for with force, with each impact making a loud smacking noise. Hitting deep, and hard, her cunt squeezed down on the length like a vice, milking it for all Apple Bloom could muster. Less than a minute later the countess was pushing Apple Bloom away, breaking the kiss.

“I’m almost there. Did you take the contraceptive?” The Countess inquired.

“The spell should last a few hours. No worries,” Apple Bloom replied.

“Good, because I am not pulling out,” The Countess retorted with a smirk.

“Yeehaw! Now that's what I like to hear!” Apple Bloom proclaimed.

Pushing herself to go even faster still, Apple Bloom rode her partner like a rented mule. The headboard thumped, the bed squeaked, and one of many pillows fell off the side, forgotten immediately. It wasn't long before the Countess came for the first time, grunting loudly while grabbing Apple Bloom by the waist and holding her down.

Apple Bloom didn't mind, the pony arching her back as she felt the first eruption hit her insides. The first load was strong, and it was followed by more, pushing her over the edge and making Apple Bloom cum as well. Together they rode their orgasm for nearly a minute, parting only after neither had anything left to give.

“Whoo doggy. That was a good time,” Apple Bloom remarked, scratching the first tally mark on the headboard. “Gonna grab some water. Ya want some?”

“No that is fine,” The Countess murmured as Apple Bloom slipped off her. “I must say that was good though I am a bit disappointed that it's over.”

Apple Bloom gulped down a mouthful of water and tossed the bottle back onto the nightstand.

“Over? Watcha talking about?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Well we are done now, right?” The Countess retorted.

“Oh heck no,” Apple Bloom dismissed. “That was just the end of round one. I’m gonna ride that dick till your balls are empty and your shooting dust.”

“Really? But every other partner I’ve had has left at this point,” The Countess murmured.

“Then it sounds like you haven't had a frank discussion of sexual expectation with them, but don't you worry,” Apple Bloom declared with a grin. “Because I ain't leaving here till you are sassified.”

“That's fine. You don't have to push yourself,” The Countess muttered, attempting to rise.

Apple Bloom pushed her back down and sat astride the other mare once more.

“I ain't pushing nothing,” Apple Bloom retorted. “Now we doin this thing or are you done?”

“I…” The Countess murmured, pausing to look the other pony up and down, instantly becoming hard once more. “I wouldn't mind another round… or three.”

“That's the spirit!” Apple Bloom declared. “Now just lie on your back and let me do all the work now. I wanna show you what I’m made of.”

“Well then Apple Bloom, go ahead. Though I warn you. I may outlast even you,” The Countess retorted.

“Heh. Doubt it but hey,” Apple Bloom began, smiling widely. “I enjoy a challenge.”

“Yeeehaw!” Apple Bloom shouted, bouncing up and down on the other mare’s crotch in a reverse cowgirl position.

Though she couldn't see the other pony’s face, Apple Bloom could feel that she was cumming, and cumming hard. Her thick cock poured seed into the deepest reaches of Apple Bloom’s body, adding another load to an ocean of jizz already inside her. Apple Bloom quickly came to rest, sitting down fully and placing a hoof on her stomach.

The bulging belly was big enough to look pregnant, and sloshed loudly as more mare jizz was added to it.

“Pretty sure that spell wore off by now,” Apple Bloom murmured to herself. “Whatever. I wouldn't mind havin a foal of yers. Or five.”

It wasn't long before the Countess stopped cumming, her cock finally becoming flaccid.

“Whoo doggee that was fun,” Apple Bloom remarked. “Let's see what number we’re at now.”

Turning back around, careful to keep her lover inside her, Apple Bloom reached up and was about to add another tally only to stop.

“Hmm. Looks like we're all outa space,” Apple Bloom muttered. “Oh well. I lost track an hour ago anyway. Don't suppose you know what number we were at? Countess?”

Apple Bloom parted the hair that had fallen over her lover’s face to reveal that she had fallen asleep.

“Huh,” Apple Bloom murmured. “Guess that explains why you weren't quite so vocal this last time. Oh well. I suppose it is about time we catch a few zees as they say.”

Apple Bloom leaned down, and wrapped her hooves around the older mare, pulling her onto her side. With futa cock still wedged deep inside of her, Apple Bloom pulled the blankets up, ignoring the slightly sticky feeling that came with them.

“I wonder how the other girls made out,” Apple Bloom murmured, pausing to rub her belly. “I wonder if they ended up as full as me?”

Little did Apple Bloom know how right she was.

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