Walk Softly

“You better not cum this time before I say so, got it?” Diamond Tiara returned her attention immediately to the object of her desire. She was already poised above Snails’ massive cock, hovering her hips above the head and shaking her rump in rhythm with the pole’s rhythmic swaying.

Snails nodded helplessly. He wasn’t sure if the feeling he’d felt before was anything he could repress – but despite the prospect of that warm-wetness wrapping itself all the way around his shaft, Snails didn’t feel nearly as pent-up. He was practically relaxed, save for the growing excitement as he felt Diamond Tiara lowering herself towards his member.

“Silver Spoon! Hold him down again, and make sure he doesn’t move.”

Silver Spoon sniffed and dragged a hoof across her eyes before turning around with her brightest smile.

“Sure thing DT.” She hopped up without protest, planting herself firmly on Snails’ chest. She felt her own wetness on the colt’s fur as she returned to her former position.

“If you move, I’m taking my apology back,” Diamond Tiara instructed, lowering herself further until just the tip of her lips were against Snails’ head. Her pussy, she knew from experience, was tight; how it would fair against Snails’ enormous horse-cock, she wasn’t sure, but she needed to try.

Snails clenched his teeth to hold back a groan as he felt the Diamond Tiara’s labia against his head, followed by the first quarter of an inch of his cock being enveloped by hotter-than-hot velvet softness. And tight, so tight, like squeezing into a soaking wet tunnel.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…” Diamond Tiara spewed a stream of profanity as she attempted to lower herself further. Her legs were shaking, but she managed to hold herself up high enough to avoid an unprepared plunge. With great care, still swearing to herself, she sank further, taking what amounted to a full inch.

She already felt stretched.

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe how b-big you are…”

Snails bit his tongue to try and keep quiet. He wasn’t sure why that might be necessary, but he felt like the less intrusive he was to Diamond Tiara’s ‘apology’ the better it might go. That besides which, though he was nowhere near as worked up as he had been on the first touch of Diamond Tiara’s pussy, the feeling was still indescribably good; so much so that it robbed him of any ability to speak, or at this point even to vocalize his enjoyment.

“Fuck…” Diamond Tiara muttered again, lowering herself further. She wasn’t even halfway down Snails’ shaft and already she felt like she might burst. Every bit of an inch down she felt her body shake, lightning coursing from her hole all through her body, shoving her to the edge of an orgasm and then pulling her back with her own focus. She couldn’t cum until she took the whole thing, or at least as much as she could manage inside herself. “Fuck, fucking fuck, you are so huge, I can’t believe I’m taking your huge cock even a little bit, it feels like you’re gonna split me in half you fucking giant-dicked freak…”

Diamond Tiara groaned and lowered herself another inch and a half. She guessed she was maybe six, seven inches down, and still not even close to taking Snails’ whole length. She wasn’t sure if she could, given his size relative to her own body, unless she wanted to impale herself and let his cock rip through her stomach.

The thought, as terrible as it might have been, made her shiver. She was riding a dick as big as she was. The fact that something like that was even possible pushed her even a little closer to the edge.

Snails felt it. He felt the shudder and sudden grasp of tightness around the top half of his dick as Diamond Tiara moaned. Her mouth curled into an ‘o’ as she let out one long, continuous sound of sexual pleasure unlike anything Snails had ever heard. It made him twitch in response, which was met with a like-minded clench. Diamond Tiara was already so tight, it felt like someone squeezing a vice around the head of his cock.

“Oh my gosh, don’t move, don’t move, don’t you fucking move, I’m so close, your giant dick is gonna make me cum, don’t move, don’t move…” Diamond Tiara closed her eyes as she lowered herself further, gritting her teeth with the strain of stretching herself even wider. It hurt, but it hurt so amazingly. She could feel the tip of Snails’ cock pressing against her cervix so big, she needed it, she could never have anything but this cock, the biggest one she’d ever imagined, nothing else would do–

“Don’t you dare move!” she yelled. She was low enough now that she could use her hind legs as proper leverage. There was no way she was going to take any more of the length, settling at around seven inches or so; so instead, she settled for swiveling her hips, grinding herself back and forth and bobbing her backside up and down in little one or two inch bursts, bobbling her little pink butt up and down on the colossal staff of cock bumping against her innermost walls.

The feeling was a thousand times better than Snails ever could have expected. The hoof-rubbing from before had been amazing by virtue of its novelty, Snails never before having taken the opportunity to touch himself in the way Diamond Tiara had done – but this was something entirely different. It felt like half of his newly discovered organ was being swallowed by a blanket of inviting, super-hot velvet. It was like a hoof held glove of moisture rubbing along the sensitive skin and veins that Snails had never known about before. That, and the electric shock that burst from the back of his brain every time Diamond Tiara’s profanity cut the fall air and wormed its way into his ears, was altogether making his ability to stay still tentative at best.

If he couldn’t move, he needed to do something. His impulses urged him to shove his hips upwards, so he ignored them and did the next best thing, which was murmuring a groan through his clenched teeth.

Diamond Tiara’s eyes opened wide as she looked up from the sight of Snails’ dick sliding in and out of her dripping young slit.

“Don’t make a sound either! I don’t want your stupid noises to m-make me lose my f-focus.” Diamond Tiara spoke with the same venom her usual insults carried. She didn’t concern herself with a particularly long glare in Snails’ direction, but returned her focus to the length of flesh spreading her wide as she bobbed up and down.

So, he couldn’t move, or make a sound? That would have been a challenge in the best of circumstance, if for nothing more than to avoid the empty boredom of his own thoughts. Right now it was practically impossible. Every nerve in Snails’ body wanted him to move, to cry out, to do anything to dull the feeling of electric burning pleasure coursing through his veins. Every time he felt the tip of his cock poke against the deepest insides of Diamond Tiara’s hole he bit his tongue to stifle a groan.

Diamond Tiara made no such effort. She was panting and moaning wantonly, her eyes locked solid on the sight of Snails’ slickened shaft plunging in and out of her pussy. Her voice hit the highest pitches usually reserved for manipulative whining, now interspersed with low hisses of breath making her sound like a mare in heat with a voice four octaves higher than expected.

Snails had never seen anything like it. He’d never thought about success in the first place, but his lack of experience didn’t hinder his ability to be taken aback.

“Oh...” Diamond Tiara cried out suddenly, articulating her indecipherable moaning into a vowel sound that might have some semblance of proper vocabulary. “Oh,” she said again, louder this time. Just like that the bobbing motion of her hindquarter stopped, and she planted herself down at the full extent of her descent, grinding her cervix against the engorged head of Snails’ cock. Snails bit down on his lower lip to hold back the groan he knew would earn him another shout.

Diamond Tiara closed her eyes as she swivelled her hips back and forth. She placed one of her hooves behind her head and tilted it back, running the other over her own chest as she pivoted sideways over and over again, scraping her insides with the head of the giant dick inside her.

“...d-don’t... don’t...” she muttered, ostensibly trying to reiterate her instructions to the colt she was riding but evidently unable to find the words. The last syllable fell from her lips as her grinding intensified. Her mouth moved wordlessly as she slammed herself downwards, burying Snails’ cock as far inside her as she could. She felt his head pressing against her stomach.

Snails couldn’t hold it all the way back. He let out a tiny grunt.

Diamond Tiara didn’t notice. She was lost, in another world. She was spasming around the giant pole penetrating all the way inside her. Her walls were clenching around Snails’ shaft, wrenching it, tugging him as she came. A trickle of fluid gushed from the tiny gap between her lips and Snails’ cock, leaking down the part she couldn’t fit inside her and coating Snails’ groin in her liquid arousal. She stopped breathing as she came.

Snails felt the wetness return to his chest, slick like a freshly dampened cloth.

Silver Spoon gave sound where Snails couldn’t. She let out a soft, breathy moan, craning her head backwards to stare intently at Diamond Tiara as she rode out her orgasm. She lowered a hoof between her legs as she watched, adding the motion of her leg to the side-to-side rocking of her body.

The clenching went on until Snails was sure the last semblance of restraint was all but wrung from his willpower.

But eventually, Diamond Tiara held herself still.

She let out a long sigh as she opened her eyes and lifted her head to find two pairs of eyes staring at her.

Silver Spoon turned her head to the side and lifted her hoof, trying to hide the evidence e of her attention, but Snails made no sign to reorient his view.

Diamond Tiara didn’t pay him any attention. She took a moment to collect her breath. Her panting was the only sound for several seconds, save the gentle tousling of a falling leaf in the distance.

Without bothering to speak, Diamond Tiara began to lift herself up, Snails’ cock making an obscene sound as it slid out of her pussy. She raised her hips until just the tip was poised at the outside of her marehood, poising herself in the throes of anticipatory penetration.

“Hnngh...”

She groaned as she lowered herself again, sliding her all-encompassing tightness along every inch of Snails’ girth that would fit inside her.

Silver Spoon mimicked the sound in her own muffled falsetto, panting to herself as her hoof returned between her legs.

Snails was concerned.

The throes of sudden excitement that had thrashed around his shaft had been one thing to deal with, insistent enough that Snails had felt himself teetering close to the precipice of the overwhelming pleasure he’d felt before, amplified a hundred times by the emphatic caress of Diamond Tiara’s achingly tight pussy; now he was being forced to endure a second round with no reprieve. He didn’t think he had it in himself to hold back.

But of course, Diamond Tiara paid him no attention.

“Could you–“

“I thought I told you to be quiet!” Diamond Tiara shouted, lifting her focus to Snails the moment his tongue had dared to pass a single word. The tone of her frustration didn’t disrupt her movement for a second though; she raised her hind legs as she spoke, moving slowly to savour every inch as it left her hole, and then lowered herself back down just as slowly.

Snails couldn’t hold back a groan. He needed to say something or he might get in more trouble for something else.

“I’m sorry,” he said, apologizing by default. It was a word he’d become familiar with through the course of a life burdened with always being the slowest pony in the group. “But I need a second to rest. I feel like I’m–“

“You’d better not even be thinking of cumming!” Diamond Tiara interrupted again. She had the courtesy to hold herself still as she spoke this time, resting her haunches with just the tip of Snails’ member inside her.

Snails could feel her walls clenching around him. He groaned again.

“Don’t!” Diamond Tiara admonished. Her hair was askew from its normally carefully arranged place under her tiara, with several strands of her purple-and-white bangs flopping out over her eyes to lie amongst the freshly collected sweat on her forehead. She looked around for a moment, casting glances futilely into the forest as though the trees might reveal something to help her keep the flustered owner of her dream-rod from ending her fantasy prematurely.

“Silver Spoon!” she said finally, her eyes darting into focus on the silver filly mounted on Snails’ chest.

“–uh, yes?” Silver Spoon snapped to attention like she had been dragged out of a day dream. She’d had the sense to tame her self-touching when Diamond Tiara’s voice had gone from smothered profanity and moaning to irate aggravation, but she’d still been grinding herself on Snails’ chest as she sat, and alternating between licking and biting her lips in obvious arousal; the other sign being the pool of wetness collecting on Snails’ fur.

“You distract him or something. I’m not done yet.”

“How should I–“

“Just think of something, okay?”

Diamond Tiara’s penchant for interruption seemed out of necessity. She didn’t wait for Silver Spoon to respond before she steeled herself and began to lower her flank down again, hissing through her teeth as Snails’ cock slid back inside her.

The colt dragged one of his hooves against the ground in worry.

It was strange to fight off the feeling of pending ecstasy – but Snails didn’t want to be yelled at. More than anything, part of him wished he could just have a moment to think. Maybe there was a way to make sense of the whole situation if he could breathe for a moment.

Silver Spoon gave the same hopeful scan of her surroundings that Diamond Tiara had, but the forest greeted her only with standing trees and leaves floating in the distance.

After a second, though, her eyes lit with the light of innovation. It was there, but dim behind the veil of embarrassment. Silver Spoon lowered her face as a tide of soft pink blush crept onto her cheeks.

It was the almost-kiss that had done it. She had been a part of the quips and taunting for every second prior. She had felt flushed when she had seen Snails’ size at first as well, but it had been a feeling in the realm of recovery. Now, part of her was burning, a flame welled in desire and longing and tempered by sadness. But it was strong enough to give her that brightness, and the idea in her head caught. She opened her mouth. When she spoke, her voice was timid and soft, instead of abrasive and sharp.

“Um,” she said.

“Snails,” she went on. As she talked, she slid herself further up the orange chest underneath her. She caught a hint of puzzlement in Snails’ face as he felt the trail of wetness creep along his skin from the puddle where it had been contained. Silver Spoon blushed harder.

“I can, uh, think of something to distract you.”

Snails blanched, and then bit his tongue as Diamond Tiara slammed down particularly hard, her moan reaching the ears of both the ponies less than a foot away.

Silver Spoon bit down too, dragging her teeth over her lip and one of her hooves over her stomach.

Snails was afraid to talk. He had been told to keep quiet, after all, and now he felt like opening his mouth would be the breaking point of the floodgate keeping the pent up explosion quelled inside him; but he raised his eyebrows in his best approximation of acknowledgement as he tried to ignore the vulgar velvet tightness massaging his erection.

“Have you ever tried to rub your stomach and pat your head at the same time?”

Snails blinked. His eyes opened from the narrow focus of willpower into a less beset contemplation.

“Yeah,” he managed through a half-grunt. His lower legs were visibly shaking in the effort to keep his hips still.

Diamond Tiara seemed not to notice the single-word-answer. She gave a particularly drawn-out squeal as she slammed herself down again and felt Snails’ head against her cervix. Snails answered her with a grimace and a pawing at the ground.

Silver Spoon tapped the colt’s face softly with her hoof to draw his attention. He turned his head with his eyes halfway between agony and uncertainty.

“The key is to give yourself something else to focus on, right? Then you won’t be so... uh. Anyway.”

Snails didn’t follow the chain of reasoning.

There were a great many things in life he could distract himself from. Taunts on the schoolyard were easily ignored by wandering off in his own head. Boring school lectures could be escaped with sunlight horizons and birds on the windowsill. The feeling coursing through his body right now was more insistent than anything he’d ever experienced before, and even if he’d wanted to ignore it, he didn’t think he was capable.

“Come on!” Silver Spoon tapped Snails on the cheek again – not roughly, but hard enough to draw his attention.

Snails snapped out of his own head and back to the feeling of Diamond Tiara impaling herself on his shaft. He also felt, for what seemed like the first time, the seeping wetness from between Silver Spoon’s legs dampening his coat. He sniffed, and his nose caught the scent of the young filly’s arousal. It didn’t help the situation.

“Look, maybe you could... if you were focused on something else, you could probably hold out for a bit longer, right?”

“I don’t know,” Snails managed, his face scrunched up in concentration.

“Well, I was thinking you could, uh... because, uh. Diamond Tiara has already gotten to... and you can probably tell I’m...”

Snails stared blankly. Diamond Tiara was blushing brighter than the reddest leaf on the forest floor.

“What?”

“I mean, if you don’t mind, you could... I guess you haven’t ever done it before. “

Snails blinked at her.

She was going to have to spell it out for him. Not surprising, given his surprise even at the sudden discovery of the thing hanging between his legs and the feelings that went along with it. How he could have a weapon like that tucked away and not know what it was for...

Silver Spoon shook her head. Her tongue felt like jelly in her mouth, struggling to straighten and assemble the syllables to solicit the certain something she had in mind.

“Could you... with your mouth?”

No response. Snails’ face was blank.

Damnit.

“Just... look. Can you...” Silver Spoon lifted herself up as she spoke, raising her hips off Snails’ chest. She edged closer to the colt’s face as she moved. Though she couldn’t see beneath herself, Snails got a full view of the aftermath of Silver Spoon’s aroused grinding; a pool of clear fluid and a sticky web of liquid tying Silver Spoon’s twitching lips to the location of her lustful shuddering.

Silver Spoon presented herself, pushing her hips forward to give Snails a full view of her marehood. Unlike Diamond Tiara, she wasn’t experienced enough to dive right in to what she wanted.

“Fuck!”

Snails held back a sound in the back of his throat as he heard Diamond Tiara’s shout, her walls squeezing around Snails’ cock as she bottomed out yet again on the oversized pole between her legs.

He was distracted, for a second.

Snails sniffed at the air hesitantly. A full whiff of Diamond Tiara’s burning arousal hit in straight on. He didn’t reel from the impact, but he did feel the entire length of his shaft twitch, jerking against Diamond Tiara’s insides. She noticed it too, judging by the way her mouth fell open, a thin layer of drool on the edge of her lips.

“Please?” Silver Spoon asked, edging herself closer to Snails’ snout. She didn’t want to beg, but the noises were taking their toll on her as well.

“What should I...”

“Just lick. Use your tongue... anywhere, please, I don’t care.” Silver Spoon looked into Snails’ eyes, her cheeks still red.

“Lick?” Snails extended his tongue slightly. Even inches away from Silver Spoon’s slit, he could taste the difference in the air, like a sudden dampness carried through the fall breeze. He felt himself twitch again, and Diamond Tiara met his involuntary response with a drawn out moan. She wasn’t chiding him for moving in that regard, at least.

Silver Spoon nodded and brought herself even closer, almost resting her haunches on Snails’ neck.

Like a young colt taking his first taste of anything, Snails pushed his tongue forward with nervous hesitation.

Silver Spoon didn’t wait for it to reach all the way. She shuffled herself closer to close the final inch. A whimper crept between her clenched teeth, tracing its way along her extended lower lip and through the air into Snails’ ear.

He had to fight to keep his hips still, but his tongue moved on its own.

The taste was unique. Not like anything he had ever tasted before. It was difficult to find grounds for comparison; whatever impartial description of the sensations across his tongue there might have been, they were buried by the rest of his body’s emphatic reception to Silver Spoon’s response.

“Mnh.” Silver Spoon returned her hoof to her upper body and dragged it along her chest, making wrong-way streaks in her fur as she ground her hips forward. Her moans struggled against her perpetually bitten lip, but managed to find their way out regardless.

A big tongue too, she noticed.

Snails was less sure of himself than he’d ever been. The motion of licking the thing in front of him was alien to anything else he’d placed his tongue on before. The way Silver Spoon’s soft flesh moved with each lap of his tongue – the way the slightly bitter flavour was like ambrosia against his taste buds, filling his palette with something burning inside him that made his body ache to move and twitch and thrust – the way his tongue disappeared with every other movement as Silver Spoon shoved herself forward, nestling the tip of Snails’ tasting appendage inside the hole surrounded by delicate folds of skin that burned against his mouth. It was a distraction in one way; the act of moving something apart from his pelvis begging him to slam himself inside the repeated soaking wet clenched-glove tightness slipping over his head and halfway down his shaft every few seconds.

It was a lot like something else, Snails thought. His walk home. He lapped upwards with his tongue and was met with a shiver from the set of legs resting against his shoulders. His muzzle was wet.

It didn’t how long it took, as long as it was over when it was over. He could think about the end, and empty his head of everything else.

Snails moved his tongue. He traced it along the slippery parts of Silver Spoon’s wetness, licking along the outsides and the bottom, running it up and down between the two sides and poking the tip inside, getting a full taste of the filly’s arousal as he buried his muzzle in her marehood. He pulled his tongue out and slid it along the top of Silver Spoon’s hole.

“Oooh! There, there, lick there, please!” Silver Spoon closed her eyes and ran both her hooves frantically over her own body, thrusting her hips forward in the process.

Snails felt a small bump under his tongue just above Silver Spoon’s entrance. He pressed his tongue flat against it and was rewarded with a full-body shudder against his snout.

“Hnh, hnh...” Silver Spoon started panting, tossing her head back and forth and throwing her braids into disarray.

It was much easier to concentrate when the sounds and feelings of focus were up here, rather than down there.

Snails heard a louder noise coming from somewhere else, loud enough that it drew attention from the revelry of his current occupation. It was practically a shout, coming past the writhing grey body atop his chest. If he strained his eyes he could just make out the pink and white filly glowering at him, her face flushed and her face covered in sweat.

“Can you hear me? I said move, right now!”

Snails hadn’t been paying attention – or rather, he’d been paying attention elsewhere. He must have missed an instruction.

Move?

Well, there was only one thing he could move.

That would mean giving in to the thing he was supposed to be distracting himself from, for a moment.

Steeling himself and giving a particularly hard caress with his tongue, Snails moved his hips upwards. He cringed as he felt the slickness around his cock tighten even further. The tip of his head bumped up against something, and he felt the clenching like it had come before, maybe even more insistent this time. He didn’t stop his tongue for a moment, in fear that it might throw him into focus on something else. His hips moved once or twice.

“Fuck!”

Diamond Tiara’s orgasm was louder this time. Her mouth hung open in ecstasy, her eyes threatening to roll back in her head. As she came, she slammed her hips down, impaling herself with as much ferocity as she could manage on Snails’ giant member.

“Fuck,” she managed again, grinding her hips from side to side as she rode out the last coasting sprays of her tidal wave climax.

Snails felt it, despite his attempts not to notice. He grunted into Silver Spoon’s slit as he lapped dutifully, praying the second one might be the last, and that it might mean he could be afforded some kind of relief from the pent-up well of precipitous arousal that had been building inside him. He didn’t know the proper way to explain what he’d felt before, or what Diamond Tiara had felt twice now while riding him, but he knew he wanted to feel it again. All this under the guise of an apology.

He wasn’t sure if he felt properly ‘apologized to’.

Snails felt Silver Spoon’s hooves kick against his sides as the filly bucked against his mouth. Her eyes had been shut for a while, and she was pivoting herself back-and-forwards with every consistent lap of Snails’ tongue. Snails could feel the jitters in her movement, shaking every time her hips jolted forward. It was a feeling that was starting to become familiar.

Diamond Tiara was collecting her breath on Snails’ other end. She took a few moments to fill her lungs with air, several strands of her normally perfect coiffure hanging over her forehead and shimmering with the sweat that met them. Diamond Tiara’s whole body was glimmering with the heat and after-effects of her arousal. She looked well and thoroughly spent, or at least tired of ravaging herself on Snails’ giant rod for the time being. With a small hiss, Diamond Tiara lifted her hips up, almost having to complete a forward facing hoof-stand to fully extricate Snails’ still achingly hard erection from her pussy. The union of their respective parts vanished with a small ‘slurp’, Diamond Tiara’s insides still clinging desperately to the colossus that had driven them to ecstasy and stretched them asunder at the same time. Diamond Tiara could tell she’d be hurting in the morning.

But, just the thought of being ripped apart by Snails’ gargantuan length sent a shiver along her spine. It was all well and good that she’d just skewered herself on the biggest dick she’d ever imagined existing; and Celestia was it big. So big. It had been like impaling herself on an obelisk of her desires, babbling out-loud at first but then inside her own head, all the things she wanted to say about how fantastically huge and perfect Snails’ cock was. She had meant it when she’d said he was a freak – Snails’ was no normal pony. He was everything Diamond Tiara had ever imagined, so divorced from the tiny dicks she caught sight of in the school-yard, or even the average-to-impressive size stallions she saw ravishing mares in her daddy’s magazines.

Diamond Tiara had never cared even a little bit for the idea of anything less than perfection, anything less than getting the best she could get. Cock was no exception. She’d known one day she’d meet a colt worthy of a taste of her precious marehood – she just hadn’t imagined it would happen so soon.

Speaking of a ‘taste’…

“Silver Spoon, move. I need a break.”

Silver Spoon didn’t notice her friend’s speech at first. She looked lost somewhere, floating in orbit on her journey to the sun, and just now reaching out a hoof to touch the blazing celestial body…

“Hey! I said move. I want a turn.”

“Mmh?” Silver Spoon managed some sign of acknowledgement through the haze of her pleasure. Snails’ tongue was just as long as the rest of him, and it was hitting her in all the right places and it felt so good–

“Come on, get up. I’m not done yet. I wanna see if this dummy knows how to eat pussy.”

Silver Spoon’s hips slowed their movement as the realization of what Diamond Tiara was asking sunk in. Snails took a moment longer to pause his tongue, but he followed suit after noticing the absence of thrusts into his mouth, maybe indicating something he had done wrong.

Snails looked up at the two fillies in front of him, his snout buried in Silver Spoon’s muff. He raised an eyebrow curiously.

“But… DT, I’m really… can you just hold on a second?”

“You had plenty of time. This whole thing was my idea, so you’re lucky you’re here at all. I need to wind down after that huge f-fucking dick pounding me… so move.”  Diamond Tiara’s speech slipped ever so slightly each time the thought of Snails’ cock crept into her head, but she cleared the hurdle of momentary stuttering and vaulted right back into her usual commanding tone with ease.

Silver Spoon’s eyes fell. She wasn’t sure if she felt her heart broke, but the weight of the kiss she’d almost had combined with the realization that her climax was about to be stolen from her made something inside her shatter.

“But… but…” It was all she could manage. She felt the tears welling in her eyes.

“Come on, hurry up,” Diamond Tiara insisted. She didn’t look into Silver Spoon’s eyes for a second. Her gaze was locked intently on Snails’ face, and his big nose locked between Silver Spoon’s hind legs.

“I…” Silver Spoon started to speak, but let her protest die on the tip of her tongue before she swallowed it back along with her tears. Her legs quivered as she stood, struggling for a moment to force her body to respond before she slid sideways off Snails’ chest.

Diamond Tiara replaced her in an instant and shoved her pussy at Snails’ face like force-feeding a dog a treat.

“This is all part of the apology, of course. Probably the first time anypony would let a big-dicked weirdo like you taste them.”

Snails didn’t lick so much as he let the flat of his tongue touch Diamond Tiara’s soaking wet hole.

She was dripping, and much puffier than Silver Spoon had been. Likely the result of the repeated pounding she’d given herself on Snails’ dick.

But… somepony had just let Snails taste them.

This didn’t seem right.