Walk Softly

Snails was worried.

Along the trail, leaves fell as they saw fit, ambling toward the ground in the winds gentle recommendation. One of them, a red-and-gold maple leaf, settled by Snails’ head. He had met the ground with his neck turned sideways. Part of him didn’t want to look up at the two girls sure to be leering at him.

“Is that–“

Snails looked out of the corner of his eye.

Diamond Tiara had nodded slowly midway through her friend’s question.

Both of them stood there, open-mouthed.

“Wow.”

“Can I go home now, please?” Snails asked. Shock was a better attitude in his direction than open spite, but while he was here on his back he wasn’t at all on his way home.

“Are you for real?”

Snails’ eyes widened as a flash of pink appeared in front of him. Diamond Tiara was inches away from his face, staring at him with her face awash in disbelief. She craned her neck forward, closing the distance between her crown-laden head and Snails’ awkwardly turned noggin’.

“Huh?”

“You… we asked you how big you were! And you didn’t… are you wearing something, or something?”

Diamond Tiara’s speech was decidedly less articulate.

What were the differences between girls and boys again? Snails had a difficult time paying attention in class, though not for want of trying. He had retained some basic things, though they were mostly the ones he had already learned previously. Diamond Tiara’s explanation had made him feel uncomfortable because he’d never heard or used those words before; but he did know the differences. Girls were one way, and boys were another.

Then, that was what they had been asking about. Snails knew he was tall – big for his age – but he’d never thought about how big he might be… down there.

Was it something he should be worried about?

“Huh?” he said again.

“He, uh… he looks real to me, DT.” Silver Spoon chimed, still standing at the end of Snails’ hind legs. Her eyes didn’t leave Snails’ underside as she spoke.

“…lemme take a closer look.”

Diamond Tiara left Snails staring into trees and leaves as she sidled up alongside Silver Spoon. She recreated her craned-neck leering, this time with a different head as the target of her focus.

Snails felt a fast breath tickling him somewhere below his belly-button.

“Ohhhh my gosh. He’s… I can’t believe it!”

Diamond Tiara lifted her head enough to get a glimpse of Snails’, staring at her in perplexed awkwardness.

“Why didn’t you say anything you moron?”

“About–“

“About your dick! Why didn’t you say you were so…”

“…big.” Silver Spoon finished her friend’s sentence, as Diamond Tiara’s words had trailed off into open-mouthed staring.

Snails felt a strange tingling running through his body. It was centered at the same spot the two fillies in front of him were staring at.

“I… I still don’t buy it. What if he’s got something on, or, uh… it’s, uh, fake.”

“I don’t think it–“

“Well of course it doesn’t look fake! We should check though, just to be sure.”

“Diamond Tiara, what are you–“

“Just shut up and help me check! Hold him down or something.”

Snails was confused. Why did they want to hold him down?

The breath he had held in when the ground welcomed him was almost driven from his lungs as he felt a body land unceremoniously on his chest.

Silver Spoon smiled at him awkwardly, almost apologetically as she planted her hindquarters firmly on his chest. She wasn’t that heavy in comparison to Snails, but it was enough weight to make him think twice about trying to right himself. As tall as he was, feats of strength were not his strong-suit.

The silver body did block his view though.

He felt the heat of breath between his legs, along with a pair of hooves resting on either of his legs. The shuffle of leaves as Diamond Tiara moved herself closer, resting her weight on Snails’ body as she leaned her head forward.

Very faintly, Snails heard a soft, implacable sound as Diamond Tiara exhaled under her breath.

He felt one of the hooves move.

“Gah! What are you–“ Snails spoke up with purpose for the first time. He felt a touch somewhere that was unfamiliar even to his own hooves, and the tingle coursing through his body doubled. It was a strange kind of hot gravity, compelling different parts of him in different directions. His head wanted to move back. His legs wanted to straighten, and for some reason his lower body wanted to move upwards.

It was a very strange feeling.

“Shut up! I’m checking to make sure you’re not trying to pull a fast one on us.”

Snails clenched his teeth together and let out a muffled sound of protest, one with origins he couldn’t place. The hoof was moving, running itself up and down his… well, the part of him he wasn’t supposed to talk about. Something on his body that was very private, his mother had said. Certainly not something for young fillies to be touching.

But one of them was touching it, now. So why did it feel so–

“It’s getting bigger!” Silver Spoon chimed in. Though Snails was sure her primary focus, from her position, was meant to be holding him in place, Silver Spoon had turned her head and was staring with fascination at the ‘examination’ taking place right before her eyes.

“Ohhh… you’re right, it is.” Diamond Tiara’s ‘oh’ came out as a cross between surprise, and something else Snails’ couldn’t quite place. It sent a shiver to accompany his body’s tingling.

“Are you doing that on purpose? This isn’t something… weird. I’m just checking to see if you’re as big as you look.”

“I’m not doing anything!” Snails protested. As strangely pleasurable as the hoof on his special-thing might feel, he was well aware that the position he was in now was a compromising one, and more than that, one keeping him from getting home on time.

“Good! I’d be worried for you if that was on purpose… in fact, I’m still kind of worried about you.”

Snails fought a strange urge in his throat to let out another sound as he felt Diamond Tiara’s other hoof on the opposite side of his still-growing appendage. Why should she be…

“Why are you worried?”

Following along even in the best of circumstance would have been difficult with the sensations coursing through his skin. In particular, the one part he’d never paid much attention to was a hotbed of unfamiliar, amazing sensations. It was an odd realization that the subject of Diamond Tiara’s attention was a part of him. It was a very whole, very real extension of his body, and for the first time it felt like something he was aware of. He was immersed suddenly in a world of new sensations. He felt something between his legs that was new – and like Diamond Tiara had observed, it felt suddenly very large. Long. Thick. Hot, though she hadn’t said that. But Snails could feel it. And the way the hooves on either side moved, rubbing up and down… he couldn’t compare it to anything, but it felt unbelievable.

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” Diamond Tiara quickened the pace of her ‘examination’, moving her hooves up and down Snails’ ever lengthening shaft.

Snails held back what felt like a groan, though for reasons he couldn’t articulate, he felt it necessary to tilt his head back ever so slightly, pressing it into the ground and feeling the dryness of fallen leaves against the back of his scalp.

The leaves were dry.

But there was a wetness on his chest all of a sudden.

Was it raining?

Snails looked up to the sky.

Not a single cloud.

He looked down to his skin. The wetness was very centered, in one particular spot. It felt like the trickle of a localized stream, or the dampness of a wet cloth pressed against his body.

Snails stared at the silver body on his chest, moving ever so slightly back and forth.

Silver Spoon’s eyes were locked downwards, staring at Diamond Tiara and Snails’…

Dick. That’s what they had called it, wasn’t it?

“No?” Snails answered, unsure as always where the conversation might be leading.

“Well, I mean… come on. You’re… huge.” Diamond Tiara paused mid sentence to readjust her hooves, bunching them together tightly and dragging downwards in one steady stroke, all the way until her feet hit the base of Snails’… dick, and then grinding them into the colt’s pelvis.

That time, Snails did groan.

“Like, freakishly huge. Your… dick…” Diamond Tiara shivered as the word left her lips, letting Snails feel it in the quiver of her hooves. “Your dick is gigantic. It’s almost as big as I am.”

Snails wanted to ask. Was that bad? Should he be smaller? Was there a way to make himself smaller?

He couldn’t manage the words. Despite the drop in temperature brought along with every fall, Snails felt like he was on fire. His dick felt like it was so hard it might break. And those hooves on his skin, the skin right there, moving up and down, it was robbing him of even his normal capacity for thought.

“Who would ever want to have sex with somepony whose dick is as big as yours is? It’d break them in half. They’d have to… practically split themselves apart to get your giant… huge… fantastically oversized piece of meat inside them.”

Diamond Tiara’s voice sounded different. Snails’ perception was blurred by the hooves ever-moving on his achingly hard erection, but the tone was so starkly alien from Diamond Tiara’s prior snarkiness and malice that he couldn’t help but notice it. Like the words she had spat like bullets before, Diamond Tiara’s speech felt laden with particular emphasis, but this time it was different. She was stammering over syllables, pausing in her articulation, like the words were making her nervous. But the hidden tone in her voice, it was lower than before. Slower. Kind of syrupy, like honey or chocolate sauce. And with each one, Snails felt an extra hotness of exhaled breath on his member.

He was a freak?

“I feel bad for you. I mean, this is probably the only time anypony will ever look at your… m-monster dick, and not… and not run away screaming.”

Diamond Tiara’s ‘examination’ stroking increased in speed and fervor every time she spoke. It was changing the feeling coursing through Snails’ body in a direction he could never have imagined. Good, so good, it was like a warm bath a comforting hug and winning in tag at recess all together, and it was boiling and bubbling inside him like a kettle waiting to overflow.

“In fact…”

Snails almost cried. His brain had succeeded in removing every facet of his available articulation at the feeling of the stroking on what he was still trying to remind himself was his ‘dick’ – but if he’d been speaking previously, he would have mustered a ‘What?’ at the very least.

He didn’t want to ask anything of Diamond Tiara. He was at least smart enough to know she picked on him, constantly. Most of the time it bounced off him like rain on a plastic tarp.

But what was going on now didn’t feel like teasing. It felt very different, and Snails didn’t want it to stop for any reason.

“I feel so bad for you,” Diamond Tiara went on, lifting herself up and moving her weight away from Snails’ lower body. Snails breathed a little more having at least part of the weight on top of him lifted off, but he caught the air in his lungs when he felt Diamond Tiara fully on top of him, standing on his stomach below Silver Spoon.

Silver Spoon, for her part, had been craning her neck backwards to watch the examination of Snails’ authenticity the entire time – and in the process had been rocking herself ever-so-slightly back and forth, running the feeling like damp cloth back and forth over Snails’ chest. Now she turned her head back to Snails. Her face was red, her cheeks flushed, and her glasses were slightly askew. Instead of a sneer, her mouth was a half-smile, broken by an embarrassed lip-bite.

It was an expression that made Snails twitch again. His dick felt very… something. Like it was teetering on the precipice of a shout, and needed only a nudge to goad it into full volume. Snails imagined he might shout alongside if the feeling solidified itself.

“I feel so bad for you,” Diamond Tiara reiterated, adjusting her weight and craning her head past Silver Spoon to look Snails right in the eye, “that I’m going to give you an apology.”

“You are?” Snails managed to remember how to speak through the feeling of burning, all-consuming precarious closeness.

“Uh-huh. I think it’s only fair. Don’t you, Silver Spoon?”

Silver Spoon turned her face from Snails to meet her friend only inches away. Snails couldn’t feel it, but he could see the way Silver Spoon’s chest rose and fell when she breathed. It was a quick movement, and the red on Silver Spoon’s cheeks lent credence to the guess that she might be short of air at the moment.

“Mmm… I mean, uh, what do you mean?” Silver Spoon’s first murmur of assent came out as a sort of moan. Her face was only inches away from Diamond Tiara’s.

Snails felt the wetness on his chest grow. In a direction that his body had been giving him since the first touch, his hips arched up ever so slightly.

“Like I said; nopony’s ever going to want to be with him, looking like t-that…” Diamond Tiara gestured back as she spoke, stammering slightly as she pointed a hoof at Snails’ freely swinging erection, that was, as she had said, almost as big as her. “So I say, don’t we kind of owe him for being so mean?”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“It’s simple. I’ll subject myself to his… gigantic length of a dick, as a kind of way to make it up to him for all the teasing we’ve done… and then at least he’ll be able to say that he’s had sex with somepony, even if no one ever wants to… imp-pale themselves on his c-cock again.”

That was a new word. Snail’ hips moved again.

There was something in Diamond Tiara’s eyes when she spoke. Snails felt like he should be focusing on the shame of the verbal abuse, telling him that for the rest of his life, because of the thing between his legs he’d never considered, he’d be sad and alone and a freak of nature.

But the words she was using… they made him feel exactly the opposite. And they made his ‘cock’ twitch every time one of them wormed its way into his ears.

“Do you mean you’re gonna–“

“Uh-huh. I think it’s only fair, after, uh… after how mean I’ve been to him. I feel bad. This’ll just be a kind of big apology, and then we can leave him and his giant dick alone after this. Sound good?”

Silver Spoon stopped her movement, centering her dampened grinding in the center of Snails’ chest.

“Are you sure you–“

“Great! You hold him down and make sure he doesn’t move. At all. Okay?” Diamond Tiara ignored what might have been a burgeoning protest and sidled her way down Snails’ stomach until her haunches were resting on the lowest part of his body above his pelvis.

“O… okay.” Silver Spoon nodded, turning to stare at the proximity of her friend and the sizable length of flesh she’d been stroking for the last five minutes.

“Good. I don’t want him slamming himself up when I start sliding his gigantic dick inside my p-pussy…” Diamond Tiara stammered as she raised her flank.

Snails groaned for real as he felt something like a warm wet washcloth sliding up his dick. It was a slickness and a heat unlike anything he’d ever felt, amplified in intensity a hundred times by their proximity to his erection. There was a chasm at the edge of his body’s sensations, and he was teetering just next to the edge.

Diamond Tiara was wetter than she’d ever been, though she made no effort to voice the fact. The way her lips coated Snails’ dick in sticky fluid was the only indication necessary. Diamond Tiara didn’t notice due to the pertinent focus against her plot, but Silver Spoon did, and she stared at the freshly slickened length of cock as Diamond Tiara poised her entrance an inch above the tip of Snails’ head; quite a feat given her relatively short stature and Snails’ considerable size.

“Don’t… d-don’t move, or you’re gonna make me regret apologizing to you in the first place…” she murmured as she lowered herself down.

Snails felt the warmth and wetness that had run along his dick pressed against the end of his cock.

The slippery sensation of the lips poised to take him inside pushed him over the edge.

He didn’t move, partly due to Silver Spoon’s weight holding him in place, but he did groan, so loudly it must surely have echoed off the trees nearby.

Diamond Tiara gasped. She felt the first twitch as her pussy-lips had touched Snails’ head, followed by the jerking of his cock completely, and then the splash of sticky warmth that ran up her backside. She’d lifted her hips away immediately, and turned to find the gargantuan length of cock waiting for her shaking and spurting strand after strand of gooey white stuff up into the air. It flew in an almost perfectly vertical line, firing straight up in the air like something taking off into the sky, before returning back in the same direction it had come, landing luridly on the quivering length of Snails’ shaft.

Her mouth hang agape as Snails groaned, staying still as directed but for his cock, which fired shot after shot up and onto itself. Diamond Tiara counted six before the final one came with reduced force, dribbling a slimy stream of cum down the underside from Snails’ head.

“Oh my gosh, are you kidding me?!”

Diamond Tiara’s face contorted into a familiar grimace – the one she used every time she didn’t get her way. She had been just there, with her youthful hole poised to swallow the entirety of the incredible specimen of colt-cock just waiting for her – and of course, Snails, ever the incompetent, had gone ahead and ruined everything by shooting off the second her pussy-lips had touched the head of his cock.

It was beyond frustrating.

“You idiot! How many times do you think you’re going to get the most popular filly in school to offer to let you fuck her?”

That was another new word.

Snails was reeling from his first orgasm. The increasingly insistent fuzzy warmth that had welled inside him had erupted, with a very singular focus to its concentration. It had been so much that he couldn’t keep quiet no matter how much his brain might have told him to; every thought was drowned out by the overwhelming impulses forcing his body into convulsions. He’d been vaguely aware of something shooting out the end of his penis that wasn’t the fluid he was used to; this one was white, sticky, and was now covering his shrinking dick – as well as one strand splashed over Diamond Tiara’s pink-and-white backside, though Snails couldn’t see that. He’d shut his eyes the moment the feeling of the orgasm overtook him, and was only just now recovering from the feeling of his entire body being on fire.

The recovery was right into the shouting of an upset Filly standing on his stomach. He wished he could have stayed in that feeling for a while longer.

A look down replaced part of the still-waning euphoria with guilt. Silver Spoon was staring over her shoulder at Snails’ cock and giving no indication she was upset, but Diamond Tiara was furious. Snails could feel it in her glare alone, not to mention the way her teeth were clenched together.

“I’m sorry,” he managed, not sure exactly what he was apologizing for. He’d lost the thread of goings on a while ago.

“You’d better be sorry! Here I am, offering you the only sex you’re probably ever going to have with that freakishly gigantic prick, and you couldn’t even keep yourself from cumming before we even started?”

And another word.

“I’m sorry,” Snails said again.

Diamond Tiara scoffed and shook her head.

“You’re really luck I feel bad enough that I’m willing to give you another chance.” Diamond Tiara hopped down from Snails’ stomach and walked through the soft carpet of leaves back between his legs.

Snails stared down at her, perplexed.

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes in response to Snails’ bewilderment.

“Well duh, I’m not gonna let you get all that cum inside me. Just because I’m apologizing doesn’t mean I wanna take the chance of ruining my life by getting pregnant with a retarded baby.”

Snails couldn’t puzzle out the mechanics of Diamond Tiara’s admonishment, but somehow, he knew it was meant to hurt. He felt it, just a little bit, though he wasn’t sure why.

‘Cum’?

“Silver Spoon!”

Silver Spoon, who Snails noticed until now had been keeping her eyes closed, came groggily into awareness. One of her hooves was running along her stomach, and her teeth were over her bottom lip. Snails noticed the dampness underneath Silver Spoon on his chest suddenly, as though he had forgotten it was there. It felt like a faucet had been dripping onto his fur.

“Mmhm?” Silver Spoon responded groggily, as if she had just woken up.

“Come down here and help me clean him up.”

Silver Spoon complied without hesitation, though Snails did notice her give a final subtle grind before lifting herself off.

Snails affixed his eyes to the spot on his chest where Silver Spoon had been resting. Sure enough, there was a wet patch smeared in places across his skin and fur.

It looked similar to the glossy sheen Diamond Tiara had left on his shaft just before he’d almost blacked out and coated himself in… ‘cum’.

Silver Spoon joined Diamond Tiara between Snails’ legs, the two of them staring directly at the colt’s deflated cock.

It occurred suddenly to Silver Spoon that, despite her rapid acquiescence, she wasn’t sure exactly what ‘cleaning’ entailed.

“I don’t have a cloth,” she said. “Should we just use our hooves, or…” she trailed off after catching a look from Diamond Tiara, who rolled her eyes in disdain.

“No, dummy. It’s way easier to use your mouth. We’ve gotta get him hard again anyway.”

“My mouth?” Silver Spoon asked, raising a hoof to the very same mouth.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never tasted cum before?” Diamond Tiara asked, leaning forward and readying herself for her first helping of white goo. For Snails’ first orgasm, he’d done a very good job delivering a sizable load.

“You have?!”

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes again.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. Just pretend it’s ice cream…”

Silver Spoon watched with her mouth open in shock as Diamond Tiara leaned further forward and lapped up the side of Snails’ cock, taking a tongueful of semen into her mouth and swallowing it.

Silver Spoon moved her body in a familiar grind against the leaves when she heard Diamond Tiara’s satisfied swallowing noise, along with a quiet moan.

“Come on, it’s not gonna clean itself.”

Silver Spoon nodded, looking almost in shock. Mimicking Diamond Tiara’s posture, she leaned her head forward. The smell of the cum hit her only inches away; somewhat familiar, like the scent she was used to when she… and the other part a bit stranger. More masculine. Muskier.

Tentatively, she licked a tiny dab at the base of Snails’ cock.

It wasn’t just that she hadn’t tasted it before, it was also that she’d never…

Surprisingly, the white goo tasted much better than she’d expected. Sort of like a salty tangerine.

She swallowed, and felt a shudder run along her body as she realized Diamond Tiara had been watching the whole time. Snails was doing the same, but that wasn’t really worth saying.

“See? Not too bad. Now come on, I wanna get him ready again so I can, uh, apologize properly.”

Silver Spoon lowered her head again a second after she saw Diamond Tiara do the same, and this time took a bigger mouthful of white sticky liquid. As she collected it she felt the tip of her tongue against something firmer than the goo she was cleaning – skin, soft, and a little bumpy as her tongue moved over it. She shivered, and realized her eyes had fallen closed. When she opened them, the site of Diamond Tiara on her right flooded her vision. Diamond Tiara’s eyes were closed as she tilted her head back, her mouth almost overflowing with cum. She paused for a second, and then swallowed.

Silver Spoon moaned in tandem with her friend, Diamond Tiara too occupied in her task to notice.

Even soft, Snails’ dick was still a considerable size, making it a task to clean the entire thing.

Eventually, with a few pauses to catch an eyeful of Diamond Tiara’s far more enthusiastic cleaning, the pair managed to get Snails’ cock back to its normal, flesh-coloured state. Silver Spoon’s eyes hadn’t left Diamond Tiara for much of the process, but Diamond Tiara turned to her friend with a smile at a job well done. She raised an eyebrow at something, which Silver Spoon met with a head tilt.

“You have some still on your face.” Diamond Tiara giggled in spite of herself.

Silver Spoon felt herself blushing again. She rubbed with a hoof along the right side of her face, but pulled it away clean.

“No, it’s here…” Diamond Tiara pointed to her own cheek, just below her lower lip.

Silver Spoon rubbed what she thought was the corresponding point on her own face. Again, her hoof came away without the dab of white she had missed.

“Oh, here, let me get it.”

Silver Spoon leaned forward to let Diamond Tiara’s hoof perform the final cleanup.

She held in a gasp when Diamond Tiara leaned forward as well. She could see the ever-present shimmering Tiara inches away from her eyes. She could feel the tingling proximity of pink and white mane underneath her nose.

And she could feel Diamond Tiara’s mouth on her chin, moving up slowly. Her tongue licking away the slather of white liquid off her skin.

“Ohh…”

Silver Spoon couldn’t help herself. She felt a whole-body shiver course along every fibre of her being. Diamond Tiara’s mouth on her skin.

Her eyes started to close involuntarily. She moved her head with the want and desire of years of repression.

Her breathing stopped as Diamond Tiara’s lips slid over her own. Top lip over bottom lip. Bottom lip over bottom lip. Meeting. Silver Spoon gasped even sharper and pressed her head forward. The tip of a tongue. The tiny white drop still there. The state, to savour. Better than tangerines. This one was ambrosia.

Diamond Tiara pulled away before the kiss was real. Silver Spoon knew because she hadn’t pushed back.

Silver Spoon opened her eyes, her entire body flushed with the most excitement she’d ever felt.

Diamond Tiara was looking at her; not upset, but a tad perplexed.

Silver Spoon’s words faltered before they reached her tongue. She panicked, and swallowed the dollop of semen as fast as she could.

“Uh. Thanks.”

Diamond Tiara nodded uncertainly.

Her attention fell back to Snails, who was still on his back, watching in perpetual confusion.

“Ugh! I can’t believe after that he’s still soft.” Diamond Tiara gestured towards Snails’ softened member with a hoof-shake of frustration.

Snails wasn’t sure if an apology would be appropriate.

The feeling of soft tongues lapping all over his cock had felt good, no mistake – and for some reason the sight of Silver Spoon’s red-faced panting and suppressed moaning had given him a stronger tingle than he’d felt through the whole of the cleaning – but the sensation of his over-the-top climax had left him feeling so far away he wasn’t sure he could muster the same sort of reaction. The first one was involuntary, after all.

“You better get it up again soon or I’m gonna be pissed. Come on, didn’t you like me and Silver Spoon licking you up and down? Didn’t that turn you on?”

“Uh…”

Snails wasn’t sure if he was turned on. He felt strange, still kind of tingly – but the cleaning hadn’t left him with the same feeling of insistent urgency that Diamond Tiara’s frantically rubbing hooves had.

Diamond Tiara snorted in frustration, taking Snails’ dick between her hooves and rubbing the giant floppy length in an attempt to rouse it back to life.

“Come on! Don’t you wanna get hard so you can fuck my tight little pussy with that giant cock of yours?”

Oh. There it was. Snails felt himself twitch. Tingle. But still not quite the same.

“Just… think about something that gets you turned on. What got you so hard before? Think about that so I can apologize and leave you alone with a lifetime of loneliness on account of your freakish dick.”

The way Diamond Tiara spoke about his size was inconsistent, Snails noticed. She called him a freak, and a weirdo, amongst other words she’d always used. Snails was used to feeling weird or unwanted – but Diamond Tiara’s tone changed every time she used words like ‘big’, or ‘huge’. She had stammered them at first, but now she just spat them like sultry venom. Snails could feel the repressed twitch, the tingle in the voice alone as she squeezed them past her lips.

Snails remembered what had gotten him hard, so close in memory , before he had even known what the consequences of his body’s reaction might be.

Diamond Tiara wiggling her butt in his face, talking profanely about the differences between boys and girls. Telling him about her pussy and waggling it in front of him.

Snails was hard in an instant. The blood shot straight to his dick, enlarging it to twice the size it had been when Diamond Tiara first took it in her hooves after licking the final drop of cum away. It came to life so suddenly that it sprang upwards, righting itself vertically with such speed that Diamond Tiara couldn’t keep her grip on it. As it rebounded into position, it over swung and slapped Diamond Tiara right in the face, the bulbous head smacking her in the forehead with a hardy ‘pap’.

Diamond Tiara recoiled at the unexpected impact. Her mouth dropped open as she took in the sight of Snails’ suddenly full-sized cock, and the fact that it had just slapped her on the forehead. It stung like a full sized foreleg across the face.

Diamond Tiara felt a shiver run between her legs. She licked her lips.

“That’s more like it! Let’s get down to business then, shall we?” Diamond Tiara lifted herself from her sitting position and onto Snails’ lower body, pulling herself towards his stomach.

“Wait, Diamond Tiara… don’t you… I mean, we…”

“What?”

Diamond Tiara looked down at Silver Spoon from her spot on Snails’ stomach. Her expression was as cold as it had ever been; the look everypony was treated to when they wanted something that didn’t gel with Diamond Tiara’s desires.

Silver Spoon wanted something very badly, but she knew full well with that look that Diamond Tiara hadn’t even considered it.

Silver Spoon ran a hoof along her cheek. Part of her skin was still damp from Diamond Tiara’s tongue. She licked her lower lip and tasted the faintest hint of bubblegum scent.

“Nothing.”

Silver Spoon turned her head away. The leaves underneath her were wet, dampened by the onset of her excitement of her almost-wish-come-true.

Another leaf dampened just a little more as a single drop of water trickled down her cheek.