Walk Softly

by darf

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Silver Spoon, Snails, Sex, Diamond Tiara, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 19399

Snails gets teased by DT and SS about his dick-size - the reality surprises them WITH SEXY RESULTS.

Snails is content to endure Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon's teasing most of the time - but when the pair corner him after school and give him the once-over about the day's lecture on the differences between colts and fillies, including speculation about his 'size', things take a turn for a direction Snails never could have anticipated.

Published 2012-12-02 23:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-02 23:30:01 UTC

A Little Slow

"Watch where you're walking, loser!"

Snails heard the snarky admonishment at the same time he felt the impact of something against his hind legs, a strong enough force to send him off balance and send him toppling forward. The ground veered towards his face quickly, a personal single lane highway of dirt and grass welcoming his mouth with a taste like old pennies and a walk by a moldy tree-stump.

"Ouch," he said after several seconds.

Laughter answered behind him, two voices giggling in unison.

"Can you believe this moron? He's so slow he takes a minute just to realize he's tripped over his own big dumb legs!"

The voice carrying the insulting tone belonged to Diamond Tiara, standing behind Snails' fallen form and holding a hoof to her mouth in mock restraint as she laughed. A single-pony chorus joined her as Silver Spoon mimicked the cruel laughter, sounding not quite as derisive but still as contemptuous as she needed to be.

Snails registered the insult, but filed them away in the back of his mind as he made his best effort to sort out his legs, which had become unfortunately tangled on his trip to the ground. He didn't know if it was possible for limbs to become entwined like bowtie pasta, but it seemed his were doing their best job to find out. Snails had never been good with knots.

"Do you need help getting up, Snails?" Diamond Tiara asked as she sidled up to the fallen coat, her smarmy lacquered voice not abandoning its catty bite for an instant.

Snails looked up at her with his eyes wide, still lost in the sudden onset of events his brain was struggling to catch up with.

"Well? Are you too dumb to remember how to walk?"

Snails blinked.

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes, becoming visibly aggravated that the target of her insults was too stupid to register their impact.

"Never mind. Good luck figuring out how to stand up, you long-legged freak."

Diamond Tiara jerked her flank quickly to the side, giving Snails a moment of further perplexment as the filly's pink tail whiffed across his face. The smell reminded him of bubble-bath and expensive ice cream he was never allowed to have. It disappeared as quickly as it had come, following Diamond Tiara as she sashayed to class with Silver Spoon dutifully in tow.

Snails' legs struggled to untangle themselves, eventually straightening out and allowing the colt some semblance of bodily perspective. Snails stuck his tongue out between his lips as he pushed himself up, standing shakily on his legs that always felt several inches longer than they should be. After a few seconds of being upright he brushed a hoof across his face and wiped away a few clumps of grass that had come with him from his visit to the ground.

"That wasn't very nice," he said to himself in his perpetually dull sounding voice.

Nopony was around to hear him. They were all in class, which had started five minutes ago.

The bell to end the day at school was the opening of a well-furnished prison for most ponies. They collected their books as best they could in their haste and scrambled out the door looking ready to run a marathon with the speed of their departure. Several fillies and colts had a more restrained approach to the announcement of the day's end, but even they put away their things with a relative quickness, finding much more appeal in the idea of heading home to play with their friends than staying any undue amount of time in the place where they were forced to learn.

Only one pony was still there two minutes after the bell had rung, carefully tucking his haphazard notebook of crumpled papers into his desk, his eyes almost crossing in concentration.

Snails' hair looked more disheveled than usual from his morning's adventure in the exploration of gravity, and in the cruel nature of a young classroom, none of his schoolmates had seen it fit to mention to him that several patches of grass had overstayed their welcome.

It was his teacher, Cheerilee, that noticed them, plucking the dirt-laden clumps off with one of her hooves and sighing softly to herself.

This was as Snails made his way to the door, his hooves stopping suddenly as he felt his teacher's hoof on his head. His body froze, worried he was about to be turned around and given a talking to.

Cheerilee wasn't the type to 'turn' anypony around, but she did tap one of her hooves against the classroom floor as she cleared her throat, discarding the balls of grass she had gathered into a nearby wastebasket.

"Snails," she said in a tone somewhere between 'motherly' and 'exasperated' - or more accurately, just 'motherly', given the colt under scrutiny.

"Yes, Ms. Cheerilee?" Snails responded, turning himself curtly - as much as could be said of his faculty of movement - to meet his teacher. The response came quickly because it required no thought. Cheerilee said his name, and he answered accordingly.

The face that met him was one contorted in concern.

Cheerilee weighed the avenues of potential conversation in her head, biting her tongue as the phrasing struggled on its way to her mouth.

"Did you... you seemed like you were a bit confused by today's lesson." Cheerilee veered right at the last second, taking the verbal off-ramp away from her original line of questioning. Snails was a boy, and boys were rowdy. The grass could have come from a morning play-session.

"I did?" Snails asked, his eyes as wide as they always were.

Cheerilee sighed.

"Yes, you did. Did you understand everything we covered?"

Cheerilee was far from wanting to spend her own time after class reiterating the day's lesson - especially today's lesson - but she had a nagging feeling in the back of her head about the big-eared colt who'd stared blankly forward as Cheerilee lectured about the difference between mares and stallions.

"I think so," Snails said.

He stared forward as Cheerilee waited for what she had assumed was an obvious necessity for explanation.

"Oh?" she asked simply, hoping to goad the confirmation forward.

"Um... yeah."

Silence.

Cheerilee sighed again.

"You know if you have any questions, you can always talk to me after class. I'm here for fifteen minutes after the bell rings every day if you need any help... okay?"

Snails blinked and then nodded as Cheerilee's words made their way from the air into his head. They decomposed as they reached the center of his understanding, the individual sounds and letters making sense on their own, and even together, but plodding through the molasses of his neural pathways so slowly that most of their significance was left behind on the walls of the sugar-coated brain-tunnels.

"Okay," he said.

Cheerilee waited for a moment. She watched Snails smile at her, blinking idly with his eyes occasionally going wide without explanation.

She spared herself a sigh, but turned around and began cleaning the blackboard to signal an end to the conversation. Diagrams of horse anatomy disappeared with a puff of chalk dust as she swept the eraser back and forth.

She counted ninety seconds before she heard Snails' hooves on the ground signalling his turn towards the door, and then a minute before she heard the door click as it opened, and then swing shut a moment later.

Alone in the classroom, she allowed herself another sigh.

Snails set about the walk home with the same absent-minded determination he approached every task. The length was unnecessary for consideration regardless of its perception- the walk was simply a walk. There was no 'time' - just the walk home. Snails got home when he got home, and thinking about the distance or duration did nothing to change that. Maybe the walk home was different than yesterday - but Snails remembered it the same almost every time. Trees. Leaves. Sometimes a breeze. Sometimes rain or snow; but the walk was the walk. It was what came after school, and so he approached it the same way each time.

What didn't normally come with the walk was accompaniment. Snails walked home by himself, after numerous back and forth between his mother and the school administrators. It had taken him a bit of practice, but now he was practically a professional at it. Though... he might not be able to tell anypony else which way it was, or how long it took. But he was really good at doing it.

It was therefore that Snails didn't see the two figures following him on his walk home. He didn't see them because they had never been there, and the walk home was always one he made by himself. The forest was the longest part. Sometimes in the fall he stopped and watched the leaves fall from the trees like dancers spiralling toward the ground. Snails couldn't explain the feeling the sight gave him, but if he'd been forced to settle on a word, he might have picked 'pretty'. For the leaves, that is. Not how it made him feel. That was a feeling still without definition.

Today was just such a day. A particularly picturesque red-and-gold leaf seemed poised to make its descent to earth just as Snails reached the tree it had called home until now, and he locked his eyes skyward as the coloured foliage hung perilously on the end of its branch for a moment before springing free, spiralling and bobbing back and forth on the tiny current of wind it found as a cushion to aid its final journey downward.

"Ooh," said Snails to himself.

Today there was somepony else there to hear him though.

Two ponies, particularly.

Their snickering in response to Snails' innocent fascination with the process of fall took a moment to register inside his head. There weren't any other ponies on the walk home, so who could be laughing?

"Why do you think his parents let him to go school without a helmet?" one of the voices posited, the smarmy tone bouncing off the surrounding trees before echoing off lost into the forest. The great wooden towers seemed to corner the sound, trapping it inside instead of rebounding it freely, creating a great nest of sound in the single forest pathway that was invisible to the outside.

"Maybe it runs in the family. His mom and dad might be too stupid to realize how stupid he is," a second voice responded, growing closer to Snails as it approached from behind. Snails could hear the leaves crunching under hoof as the two ponies approached, one on either side of him. He couldn't decide which one to turn towards first, and instead settled for a confused glance in either direction, catching site first of the pink filly moving on his left, and then the silver on his right. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, the inseparable pair of well-to-do young girls in the same class as him.

"Well?" Diamond Tiara asked, stepping so close Snails could feel the condescending burn of her stare locked to his face. Snails craned his head backwards at the sudden invasion of personal space.

"What are you guys doing here?" He asked, his slow syrupy drawl coaxing a frustrated head-shake from Diamond Tiara.

"She asked you a question, doofus. Did you hear it, or are you too busy trying to work out how to move your mouth to make sounds?"

The pair shared a quick giggle, revelling in the perplexed series of blinks that washed across Snails' face.

Had he been asked a question?

"What?" he settled on, finding it an applicable question in most circumstance.

"She asked," Diamond Tiara went on, shoving Snails in the side and sending him lurching a tad off balance in the opposite direction, "if your parents are too stupid to realize their kid shouldn't be walking to school without some kind of protection on his big dumb head."

"My Mom isn't stupid," Snails blurted out, keying at least partially to the topic of conversation. The sudden defensive claim was only that much more hilarious to the pair of fillies on Snails' either side, and the two erupted into another bought of laughter that disappeared into the trees.

"I've heard plenty of things about what your mom is," Diamond Tiara said, spitting acid with every word as she circled around Snails back end as she alluded to some less than polite graffiti found on the occasional alley wall around Ponyville, "but what about your dad?"

"Yeah, are you saying your dad is dumb?" Silver Spoon picked up, slinking over to Snails' other side and whipping her long white-sheen tail into his face.

"I don't know if he is," Snails said, trying to puzzle out the most appropriate response. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon circled him like sharks, and Snails crooned his neck to try to keep his sight on at least one of them. "I mean, he never told me."

"Holy cow are you stupid." Diamond Tiara stopped after a full circle, leering her head forward and sneering into Snails' face as she spoke. "Do you get it? We're calling your parents dumb! Doesn't that upset you?"

"My mom isn't stupid," Snails repeated, quickly losing the trail of the conversation and returning to a statement he as sure in.

Diamond Tiara rolled her eyes and scoffed, once again becoming bored with the prospect of taunting somepony too stupid to realize they were being made fun of.

So why was she spending time taunting the colt who could barely for a cogent sentence, let alone understand the intricacy of Diamond Tiara's insults?

There was a reasoning there she couldn't place. It wasn't beyond explanation to be cruel for the sake of cruelty - it was the nature of children everywhere, especially of children who had learned they could act in a world devoid of consequences and amuse themselves with the feeling that only otherwise came when torturing something else helpless, like pulling the wings from a fly.

Diamond Tiara had done this one more than one occasion, the first out of youthful necessity, the second to see if the reaction from her own senses would be as vivid as the first. The novelty of burdening a fly with a lifetime of flightlessness had proved sufficient only for a passing giggle after the second time, so Diamond Tiara had since contented herself with a less tangible, but ultimately more rewarding form of amusement.

Snails was almost the perfect target. Diamond Tiara found herself reminded of somepony else in the oblivious orange colt with lanky limbs. The image kept turning in her mind of a worker at one of her father's factory, a simple-minded brown earth pony - or he might be grey, an amalgam of a hundred different other ponies, a story that could have happened a hundred times for all she could remember - a pony who was simple, unassuming, and did his job well. Who might just do his job so well one day that he would catch Filthy Rich's eye, and the old businesspony would smile, and through what he would call a 'down-to-earth' association with the common worker, the factory line worker would find himself invited to dinner. He'd have kids, of course. And Diamond Tiara would hate him.

She wouldn't be able to say why. But for the fact that the necessity of her loathing for this pony who may or may not have existed would allow her the ability to revel in his suffering. Diamond Tiara could glare at him, being the sticking stone in what might have proved to be a burgeoning relationship for the workerpony with his employer. She could glare daggers at him across the table, and whisper to her father how the stallion gave her a bad vibe. She could spit in his drink when he turned his head; just at such a time that the corner of his eye would catch her, but his tongue would fail to say a word. And ultimately, she could taunt him, waving her bubblegum coloured rear in the poor simple-minded pony's face, teasing him with her youthful nubility and gesturing sex appeal only to provoke him into the tiniest of admissions before she revealed the nature of the situation, throwing his moment of poor judgement back into his face in a flurry of shouts and police involvement.

Diamond Tiara could ruin that pony's life, and in so many ways Snails reminded her of the same scenario.

But no matter what she did, Snails didn't quite get it. He was a standing structure in the wash of her tide of derision, and it was that adamance that made her try harder and harder to break him down.

She would have to reconsider her tools of engagement.

"Did you have trouble in class today, Snails?" Diamond Tiara asked, mimicking her teacher's words as she picked up a different tack. In the same way the sensitivity of the subject matter could be the final nail in the coffin of her father's factory-worker, she saw no reason not to use it in lieu of the usual attempts she had made at Snails already.

"Huh?" Snails blurted, even more confused by the change in subject matter. He couldn't quite piece together the different elements of Diamond Tiara's voice, so her question might have been an earnest concern for all he could tell.

"You looked like a pigeon doing calculus when Cheerilee was talking about anatomy," Diamond Tiara continued, picking up the tone of her intent. Snails blinked at her, and she sighed and shook her head, frustrated but not giving up quite yet.

"You do know the difference between boys and girls, don't you Snails? Or did your mommy never teach you that?" Diamond Tiara edged uncomfortably close to Snails' side, and she nudged against his stomach, forcing Snails' hooves into a tiny scramble on the leaves to keep their stability.

"Um," Snails started to answer before Silver Spoon appeared on his other side, grinning and picking up where her companion had left off.

"Snails still thinks that a big stork shows up one day with a baby in its mouth, don't you Snails?" Silver Spoon mimicked Diamond Tiara's shove, nudging Snails in the other direction.

Snails' hooves kicked up a leaf or two as they repositioned themselves.

"Either that or he thinks that when a boy and a girl love each other, they go see Celestia and get a pony out of the breeding mirror," countered Diamond Tiara. Shove.

Snails wished very strongly that the two girls would let him go home. Against all reasoning, this kind of diversion was most definitely making the walk home longer.

"Well Snails? Did you pay attention in class? Tell us something you learned about the differences between boys and girls." Diamond Tiara stopped her shark like circling of the helpless prey she had surrounded, leering up at Snails from the path leading to his house. Despite being half as tall as the lanky-limbed colt, Diamond Tiara managed in every way to be properly imposing.

Snails felt himself shiver a little bit. His tongue felt too big in his mouth.

"Um," he tried to start.

Silver Spoon popped up next to Diamond Tiara in front of Snails' face, smirking behind her silver-rimmed glasses.

"Did you learn any new words? Come one, tell us something that colts have that fillies don't. You did pay attention, didn't you?"

"He was probably too busy trying to hide his boner under the table when Cheerilee was talking," Diamond Tiara said.

The pair shared a laugh while Snails held back a confused head-scratch only out of necessity of stability. The leaves underhoof weren't wet or particularly precarious, but Snails felt so nervous the mere act of moving made him feel like he might go sprawling to the ground in a repeat of his morning's performance.

He opened his mouth to talk, but closed it without uttering a sound. Diamond Tiara looked up at him, and laughed in his face.

"Well, it'sobvious you weren't paying attention. Do you want a quick recap, so you can tell your mom you at least learned something today?"

Diamond Tiara was offering to help him again, but now even Snails could tell she didn't sound sincere.

"Here," said Diamond Tiara, turning herself in a one-eighty and shaking her behind in Snails’ direction.

“This,” she said, pointing her backside squarely at Snails’ bewildered face, “is a girl’s butt. When you’re old enough to dress yourself you might call it an ass.”

Snails balked, his legs tensing as the thought to back-pedal entered his mind. He shouldn’t be looking at that. More so than any of the things Diamond Tiara had said to him, this was the one making him the most uncomfortable. Diamond Tiara was waving her…butt… in his face. It made him feel all sorts of things, and the mixture of confusing emotions wasn’t one he enjoyed. The one he could pick out the strongest was an overwhelming sense of discomfort, but there was something else there as well – something he couldn’t quite call unpleasant. It made him feel a weird kind of tingly.

Diamond Tiara was too busy sneering to notice any change in Snails’ expression, but Silver Spoon had the perfect vantage point, and her grin broadened when she caught the wide-eyed anxiousness in the colt’s eyes.

“Look! He’s getting all flustered,” she said, unconcerned for Snails’ presence to the point that she didn’t see the need to speak about him as though he could hear her.

Diamond Tiara turned halfway, craning her neck over her shoulder and smirking.

“Really? Maybe he was paying attention in class after all.” Diamond Tiara turned her head further and looked mischievously at Snails who was visibly torn between turning tail and running back to school or simply closing his eyes and ignoring the taunting filly in front of him.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting turned on from me waving my plot at you!” Diamond Tiara taunted, giving her behind a particularly suggestive waggle.

Snails swallowed, the lump in his throat moving visibly with his nervousness.

“So, that means you must know the differences between boys and girls then, right? So what about what’s down a bit further?” Diamond Tiara backed up closer to snails, practically assaulting him with her bobbling backside.

Snails did have the presence of mind to back up at the sudden approach, but his hooves stumbled over each other, and he was forced to stop short of sending himself tumbling to the ground.

Diamond Tiara took the opportunity to wiggle herself even closer, grinning like mad as Snails’ face turned red.

“Well, if you’re not gonna guess, I guess I can just remind you. You were paying attention, right? If you follow my ass down, you get to my pussy, which is different than what you have, which is your dick. Isn’t that right, Silver Spoon?”

Silver Spoon picked up on her friend’s intent immediately. She could see Snails’ legs struggling to reverse, and the anxiousness in his expression as his eyes darted back and forth. Whether he wanted to extricate himself due to any undue anxiety about the subject matter, or if he just happened to be tired of the increasingly suggestive confrontation, Silver Spoon couldn’t be sure; but it was getting results, and that was a step in the right direction.

“That’s right, DT. Girls have pussies, unlike colts, which have big floppy dicks hanging between their legs… which I’m sure you’d know all about, right?”

Silver Spoon started her own approach towards Snails’ position, smirking gleefully at her own use of vulgar language, words vastly different than the ones Cheerilee had used in class.

There was a certain power behind those words. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon could feel one part of it – the kind of electric thrill of saying something so provocative and lewd. It was enough to make them giggle even if they were the only ones who heard it – but throwing the words like live ammunition at the poor nervous colt stumbling backwards in an attempt to escape was an extra dimension to the excitement. Those words were powerful. They held weight beyond simply describing the thing between each respective gender’s legs.

Snails felt the other half of the words’ impact. Embarrassment; he wanted nothing to do with words like that. Nervousness; the two ponies saying them were two of the schools most well-to-do fillies, young and rich and… the subject of crushes for almost every other colt.

And Snails felt a different version of the excitement. It was blended between the thought of ‘wrong’ pervasive in his head - it was a sort of shameful feeling, but one that he couldn’t pin down as ‘bad’. It was very different than anything he’d felt before. And, he noted now – he had felt a tingle of it when Cheerilee had explained the differences between boys and girls.

“Yeah, come on, dingus. Are you packing a decent sized piece of meat down there?” Diamond Tiara turned herself back around, having used her illicit youthful sex appeal to the full extent of its positional advantage. Now she was much more capable of enjoying the increasing anxiety in front of her. She’d made Snails stumble once or twice, caught him in a moment of particular stupidity – but that was a special reaction, and it was one she wanted to savor.

Her skin felt flushed. Though the fall air was cold and cool, she thought she might be sweating a little bit – but she shrugged it off, focusing on the nervous grimace on Snails’ face.

“No way! He probably can’t even see it when he stands up in the shower.” Silver Spoon closed the distance between herself and Snails, surrounding on his second side, giving him nowhere forward to look but into the face of a gleefully sneering filly.

“I… I…” Snails stammered, not knowing how to construct the words to free himself from this conversation. He wanted out; he wanted to go home, back to when his walk home had been a stretch in his mind that needed no contemplation.

“Is that true? Are you so tiny you didn’t even know you were a boy up until now? C’mon, tell us!”

Diamond Tiara was close enough that she could reach out a foreleg and touch Snails now. She shoved him in the shoulder, and he stumbled backwards, trying desperately to keep himself upright despite his legs protests.

“Yeah, tell us! Are you clamming up ‘cus you don’t want us to tell everyone we’re in the class with the only colt in town without a dick?”

“Is your mom upset she didn’t raise you as a girl?”

Snails’ tongue caught for a moment, but his brain scrambled for an answer as both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon saw the flicker of thought in his eyes. They leaned forward, poised on the tips of their hooves waiting for him to say something.

“My mom… my mom says I’m big for my age.”

Both fillies’ mouths hung agape. Diamond Tiara pressed a hoof to her face and dragged it down like a wiper, trying to clear the sudden onset of disbelief at her targets stupidity.

“You showed your mom your dick?” Silver Spoon asked, incredulous. Her disbelief earned her an admonishing shove from Diamond Tiara.

“No, you dummy! He’s too stupid to even know what we’re talking about. Look at him!”

Silver Spoon gave Snails a once over with her eyes, ignoring his partially hunched over posture and nervous shaking.

“She obviously just meant he’s so tall he looks like a giraffe.”

“Oh… so does that mean he still hasn’t told us how big he is?”

Snails struggled to stumble backwards again, barely free of breathing the sigh of relief he’d just let go that had turned out to be unwarranted.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon set their eyes on him like a pair of sharks, skulking towards him with murder in their eyes.

“That’s right. And it doesn’t look like he’s gonna. You know what that means?”

Silver Spoon nodded.

“Mm-hm.”

Snails didn’t know what it meant. He didn’t want to find out.

His hoof stopped suddenly. Rock.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon shoved him in tandem, moving like a single-bodied unit with two extensions. The treacherous stone under his hind leg was the extra assistance the two fillies needed to take down the colt twice their height, and Snails lankiness was the final piece of the equation.

He fell backwards, shutting his eyes in preparation for the impact of dirt and fallen leaves. He managed to hold his breath in, for some reason feeling the need to keep himself free of any pain the girls might here.

It didn’t hurt too badly anyway. He was used to falling.

So what had they been asking him? They had wanted him to tell them…

Or to see.

“Oh my gosh.”

Big For His Age

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.

No Small Feat

“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.

Apology Accepted

Snails hadn’t had time to think. He didn’t spend much time thinking on a regular basis anyway, but the events of the last however-long had done their best to rob him of the ability to form a coherent thought. His body had been overwhelmed with sensations that he’d never experienced, ones that rivalled the best moments of childhood fun and fantasies, even in his dreams. They’d felt different at the same time; wrong and improper in an intangible way Snails couldn’t quite describe. All the while he’d let himself be a passive participant.

Diamond Tiara’s words had stung. Was he really a freak? A pony destined to be rejected from companionship for something that, until today, he hadn’t even known was wrong with him?

Why had Diamond Tiara been so eager to apologize to him? The second she’d seen his…

And she’d screamed and shuddered, the latter the same way that Snails had. Twice.

He usually didn’t take the time to understand the things Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon said to him. He understood the gist, but avoided the particulars. His Mom had told him often enough that if somepony made it clear they weren’t his friend, the things they said were better to ignore.

“What are you waiting for, you idiot? Move your tongue! Do I have to tell you how to do everything?”

Snails lifted his head back. His tongue slid over the bump at the top of Diamond Tiara’s slit for a moment, but only briefly, before he held his nose up properly. He looked up at Diamond Tiara, who was bordering already on a confused rage.

“What are you doing? Get your face back down there and eat me out! I’m not apologizing to you for my benefit, you dumb-ass!”

Out of the corner of his eye, Snails caught sight of Silver Spoon, sniffling and shuffling her hind legs against each other in frustration.

Snails stood up.

Diamond Tiara’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t been expected the surface underneath her to suddenly right itself, let alone with her legs still spread over Snails’ chest. She did the best she could given the lack of notice, which was to brace herself for the fall, a short distance to the leaf-covered ground.

The leaves stayed beneath her, just out of reach. She looked up, confused. Her hoof sparkled a faint green as she moved it.

Snails was standing upright now. His teeth were clenched in concentration as his horn shimmered, alight with the green glow of his magic.

“What–what are you doing? Put me down right now!”

Snails didn’t intend to keep her aloft for long. With a grimace of concentration, Snails tipped his head forwards.

Diamond Tiara went flying with the motion of the magic’s movement. The leaves met her this time, along with the stump of a tree just close enough to make proper acquaintance with the path from school. She didn’t land hard, but the rough bark was an unexpected and unpleasant surprise regardless. Her hind legs toppled over her with the force of the impact, leaving her upside down with her stomach against the roots of the tree.

“I don’t think this is right,” Snails managed. He looked at Diamond Tiara as he spoke, but turned his head to Silver Spoon. She caught his glance from behind her hoof as she wiped her eyes, and turned her head away. Her face was still flushed.

Diamond Tiara was reeling from the sudden transition from pending carpet-cleaning to being upside the wrong-end of a tree. The ‘catty-reply’ center of her brain went into momentary stasis as she recollected her bearings.

“You guys are always mean to me.” Snails’ voice sounded steadier than it had the entire day previous, as if a revelation had been welling up inside him ready to burst. His voice was still slow, but now it sounded purposeful instead of lost.

“You pick on me and call me names… and I don’t really care. It doesn’t bug me too much. But…” Snails turned his head, looking dead-set at Silver Spoon, who lowered her hoof as she opened her eyes wider in confusion.

“…but you shouldn’t be mean to each other. I don’t really care about Miss Cheerilee’s lesson or how big I might be, or whether anypony will think I’m weird… they probably already think I’m weird anyway. But if you’re gonna apologize to me, you shouldn’t hurt your friend while you do.”

On the tree, Diamond Tiara struggled to right herself, tousling with a particularly misshapen root as she attempted to extricate one of her hooves which had become lodged between it and the ground.

Silver Spoon was staring back at Snails.

“But I… I made fun of you too. I don’t deserve an apology…”

Snails shrugged.

“It’s okay. It didn’t really bother me. And I could tell you were upset, so…”

Snails stepped closer to Silver Spoon, and, by virtue of proximity, Diamond Tiara. Silver Spoon watched him as he walked, and blushed as she caught herself staring between Snails’ legs. His oversized member was still as hard as a rock, swinging obscenely back and forth as he moved.

Snails walked until he was halfway between Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara before turning his head back to Silver Spoon, who hadn’t moved from her place sitting sadly on the forest floor.

“Do you, uh… do you want a turn, then?” he asked. He gave an awkward downward nod in the direction of his dick.

Silver Spoon’s eyes turned into saucers at the sudden thought of what Snails’ massive cock would do to her still mostly-virginal filly-parts. She shook her head as quickly as the thought came, still a jumble of muddled emotions through the insistence of her refusal.

“No, I… that’s okay. But, uh…”

Silver Spoon kicked one of her hooves awkwardly at the leaves underfoot. Nearby, Diamond Tiara made her last kick of effort against the root, dislodging her leg with a soft ‘twong’ from the curved wooden tendril.

“You could, uh… I mean, I was really close when you were…”

“Licking you?”

Silver Spoon blushed and nodded furiously.

“Yes. You could, uh… do that again, and that would be okay.”

“Okay.” Snails didn’t move though. He gestured with a tilt of his head towards Diamond Tiara, who whether through willful ignorance or bad hearing had given no sign of noticing the conversation taking part only feet away.

“What about her?”

Silver Spoon’s mind flashed with the possibilities. It was a difficult process to extricate the feelings she could express out of the maelstrom of confusion given rise by the last half-hour’s events. Was she resentful? Bitter? Still filled with yearning desire that her friend would never acknowledge? What could she say that would resolve everything still mulling around in her head?

The corner of her mouth lifted into a smirk.

“Well… she really seemed to enjoy herself earlier. Maybe you should give her what she wants properly?”

Snails, despite the sudden clarity of his reasoning, blinked at Silver Spoon’s suggestion. Silver Spoon simply smiled wider.

“You know… bend her over and give her a proper pounding with that giant thing of yours? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“Okay,” Snails said again.

He didn’t really care what Diamond Tiara felt at this point. This was still an apology for him after all, wasn’t it?

Diamond Tiara was just peeling herself off the ground when Snails alighted above her. Diamond Tiara saw the orange of his hooves as she made to lift her head back to its proper height, preparing herself for the verbal onslaught brewing at the consternation of her play-things sudden sensibility.

She didn’t get a chance to form the words before Snails picked nudged her with his head, moving his entire body in one fluid motion and tossing her into the air.

Diamond Tiara landed against the tree again, this time face first. Her body sprawled onto the ground, her back facing Snails and Silver Spoon, as well as the whole opposite side of the forest, including the trail. Despite the jarring sensation of wood into her skull at a sudden velocity, Diamond Tiara readied her bank of scathing responses properly this time, as well as the bitter-biting tone necessary for their delivery.

“What do you think you’re doing? Cut that out right now or you’ll be lucky if I just take back my apology!”

Diamond Tiara almost swallowed her last syllable as she felt a set of hooves on her sides, lifting her up and placing her against the ground just so. The same set of hooves moved faster than she could react to, and spread her hind legs. She made to move them closed again, but the sudden weight of a body on her back gave her pause. Then the hooves on her shoulders, pinning her in place.

She felt it poking at her, nudging against the crease of her hind leg where it met her rump.

“Don’t you dare! I told you I was done! I don’t want you fucking freak dick inside me for another second!”

The motion of lining himself up for penetration was alien to Snails, but he managed fine by instinct. The second he felt the tip of his head against Diamond Tiara’s soaking wet pussy, he knew he was proceeding properly. He also knew that Diamond Tiara’s last exclamation had been a lie. Wetter meant something very certain, as he had ascertained from Silver Spoon’s display on his chest. His fur was still wet and sticky as a result.

Silver Spoon was beset with the awkward task of getting herself into position for the proceedings now. Given the real-estate at her disposal, the only position that seemed to make sense was… lying atop Diamond Tiara’s back.

Well, she could make it work.

Diamond Tiara grunted as Silver Spoon’s hooves pressed onto her back, and began panting slightly as the full weight of her friend settled on top of her.

“Silver Spoon? Get off me, and get this moron off too!”

Silver Spoon didn’t say anything. She licked her lips, tasting what she dreamed was a hint of Diamond Tiara’s tongue from the earlier cleanup, and sighed. She laid back and spread her legs, resting her back against the tree but with her haunches firmly planted on the back of Diamond Tiara’s neck.

Snails pushed himself forward ever so slightly. The head of his cock parted Diamond Tiara’s still swollen lips. He bit down on his lower lip as Diamond Tiara’s hole twitched in response to his proximity. Despite the breather, he was still closer than he imagined he could hold out on for long.

Diamond Tiara was practically thrashing, struggling as best she could despite the Snails pressing down on her and Silver Spoon’s weight alongside.

“Don’t! Don’t you dare!” she yelled again, waggling her hips in an attempt to dislodge Snails’ from her pussy. There was no friction from her slickness, her movement instead resulting in sliding the first half-inch of her entrance over Snails’ cock over and over again, and soaking herself even further.

“Don’t you dare f-fuck me with your disgustingly huge dick again,” she went on, her hips still rotating. The front of her body quelled its movements as she braced herself against the tree. Her hips moved slightly back instead of just away as she swivelled them.

“I told you I don’t wanna get r-railed by your giant cock, you freak! I don’t wanna, my pussy’s still too sore from when I was r-riding you and you almost split me in half from how b-big you are.” Diamond Tiara’s stammers accompanied the jostles of her ass, and she closed her eyes as she pressed her forehead into the bark of the tree for leverage.

“You already made me cum twice when you wrecked my hole with your m-monster dick, d-don’t… d-don’t do it again, or I’ll… I’ll get really upset if you shove yourself all the way inside me until I can feel you stabbing into my s-stomach…” Diamond Tiara’s speech was bordering on babble, her syllables slurred over her rapidly moving tongue as Snails pressed himself further forward. He was two inches inside now, and Diamond Tiara could feel the walls of her pussy stretching again to accommodate the girth of the colossal thing sliding inside her.

“F-fuck… you b-better not make me c-cum again on your huge, f-fucking gigantic cock… you b-better not…” Diamond Tiara was a near incoherent mess, her body betraying her completely as she strained backwards, desperate to fit more of Snails’ dick inside her. It hurt; it hurt so badly as it stretched her out with its size, but Celestia did it hurt in the best way, the way only Snails’ impossibly sized dick could hurt, so good, she could feel herself quivering already.

Snails stared at Silver Spoon’s smile as he slid himself halfway in. Silver Spoon was already touching herself, writhing in arousal at the proximity of Diamond Tiara’s pending ravaging. She smiled even wider when Snails lowered his head, placing his mouth squarely against Silver Spoon’s still dripping slit. She moaned loudly, and ground herself back into the tree supporting her weight, as well as Diamond Tiara’s back holding her butt aloft.

Diamond Tiara was babbling with approximations of words now, with some proper expression mixed in between the mix of ‘fuck’ and indecipherable moaning.

“F-fuck, fuck, don’t fuck me, d-don’t do it, don’t make me cum again, oh Celestia you’re gonna make me cum again… I can’t, I can’t do it again, you’re too big, your huge f-fucking dick is too big, you’re gonna split me in half…”

Diamond Tiara managed the last semblance of coherent expression still needing to escape from her mouth before Snails thrust forward suddenly. Within an instant, three quarters of his shaft was buried inside Diamond Tiara’s pussy. She felt the tip stabbing against her insides. Her lips stretched out as wide as they could to accommodate the girth plunging inside them.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Diamond Tiara spewed a stream of profanity as she came. Just like her previous orgasms, her pussy spasmed and clenched around Snails’ dick; no small feat as there was barely any room left inside her to tighten around Snails’ giant thickness. Unlike her last two orgasms, however, this one sent a jolt along her body that robbed her of every ability for rational thought. Every feeling in every part of her was focused on the ecstatic agony of Snails suddenly slamming himself inside her. Her legs quivered, threatening to give out under her own weight, plus the resting burden of Silver Spoon atop her back. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth uncontrollably. To Snails’ great surprise, Diamond Tiara’s clenching was the tightest it had ever been – and as her pussy-lips spasmed around his cock, Snails felt a gush of sudden wetness splash his hooves and the ground around them.

Diamond Tiara managed one long moan through her stream of profanity. She squirted as she came, spraying a stream of her arousal against Snails’ legs and the leaves underneath.

Snails didn’t pay the squirting much attention. Now that he could move, he could enjoy how good it felt to bury himself in Diamond Tiara’s youthful tightness. It was a struggle to keep his tongue moving, but he lowered his head further and licked dutifully, paying special attention to the button at the top of Silver Spoon’s slit that had gotten such a positive reaction previously.

Every time he thrust, Snails felt Diamond Tiara’s body shutter. The juice flowing around his cock was so bountiful, Snails wasn’t sure if Diamond Tiara was squirting again and again, or if her body was just in the constant height of its arousal. Snails wasn’t particularly concerned; his own body was in a struggle against itself to hold back from the cliff-edge of its climax.

Luckily, Snails could feel Silver Spoon bucking her hips to meet Snails’ tongue. He knew from previous experience that so much movement meant she was close, which as just as well. Snails didn’t know how much longer he could hold out against his body’s request to let go.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, ohhh, fuck…” Diamond Tiara was practically screaming as Snails slid inside her again and again, her voice so loud Snails thought it was a wonder the entire town didn’t hear and keep running. It must be echoing off the trees at the very least.

In a sudden inspiration of the most creative irony he might ever have, Snails grinned with his face in Silver Spoon’s pussy. He held his tongue for a moment as he lifted his head up.

“Can you get her to be quiet?” he asked, recalling Diamond Tiara’s insistence at his own quietness earlier.

Silver Spoon barely made out the request through the haze of her panting and enjoyment, but the words managed to reach her ears eventually, helped along by the absence of Snails’ tongue. Silver Spoon looked up at him for a moment, confused.

Snails smiled and lifted Silver Spoon up, pulling her away from the tree and her makeshift seat on Diamond Tiara’s back. He lowered her to the ground, resting her on her back on the leaves aside Diamond Tiara, who was still drooling and swearing in a stream-of-consciousness as Snails pounded her.

He was tall, this would work fine.

“Just get her mouth shut, okay?” Snails said before he leaned forward again, locking his lips around Silver Spoon’s labia.

Silver Spoon met his touch with a moan.

Quiet?

Silver Spoon licked her lips and tasted the kiss that almost was.

She didn’t have to think for a second.

With Diamond Tiara’s tongue still lolling out of her mouth in delirious ecstasy, Silver Spoon grabbed the head of purple-and-white mane inches away and pulled it towards her. Properly, despite the circumstance, her lips locked around Diamond Tiara’s, and she tasted the incoherent arousal of her friend’s ravishing as Diamond Tiara moaned into her mouth. She didn’t manage to protest. Her tongue moved as Silver Spoon guided it. Bubblegum and ice-cream on her lips. Expensive perfume. Silver Spoon shuddered. Diamond Tiara’s lips moved as the airless breaths passed her tongue, muttering wordless curses as Snails bottomed out inside her pussy over and over again.

Silver Spoon shuddered the second she felt the taste of electricity against her tongue. Pent-up desire made the kiss a thousand times stronger.

Snails lapped at her clit, and she came.

Snails felt the orgasm coming a second before it arrived. Something inside him could sense the impending explosion, the same way he could sense his own, teetering at the edge of culmination as his body threatened to burst. He rode out the agonizing strains of his nearby climax with his tongue in constant motion, lapping as eagerly as he could manage at Silver Spoon’s love-button as the tiny filly came all over his mouth. She didn’t squirt, but Snails felt the clenching of her hole and the quivering of her outer lips around his muzzle as what felt like a long-needed orgasm washed across his face. He licked for as long as he could manage, beset by courtesy and the fuel of his own arousal, until he couldn’t hold out anymore.

He pulled out remembering the admonishment the proximity of his orgasm had gotten him last time.

With Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara still locked in the throes of their accompanying ecstasy, Snails came. He had felt something last time, but this time what he felt was very concretely defined in his mind. His whole body shuddered. He felt his testicles tighten. His legs shook. And he came. The culmination of the all-consuming yearning that had coursed through his body, centered on the aching hardness of his shaft as it had slid inside Diamond Tiara while she rode him, and again while he had pinned her down like an animal and fucked her with a mind on his own pleasure at last; he came.

His cock twitched once, and then spewed like a fire-hose, spraying jet after jet of thick white semen onto the two fillies in front of him. Diamond Tiara was facing away, so her backside caught most of the load. Snails painted her shapely young butt as he came, shooting strand after strand of cum over the still twitching pink coat directly in front of him. His cock twitched so strongly as he came, though, that he couldn’t control his shots, and one or two bursts of milky whiteness landed squarely on Silver Spoon’s face, as well as Diamond Tiara’s as the two stayed locked in their kiss. Snails groaned properly for the first time since Diamond Tiara had touched him, announcing his long-awaited climax to the forest all around him. He came so much he wasn’t sure he would ever stop. His cum shot out like strands of rope, coating Diamond Tiara’s butt and most of both fillies faces. Snails’ knees buckled and threatened to give out.

At last, his cock gave a final twitch, and a glob of semen dripped from the tip onto the forest floor, caught by a bright-red leaf already soaked with the juices of the preceding intercourse.

Snails panted as the last tingles of his orgasm washed through his body. Similarly, Silver Spoon gasped for air of her own as she pulled away from her kiss with Diamond Tiara. Her separation seemed reluctant, but it was evident as she gulped down air through the strands of cum covering her face that she had stopped breathing, lost in time for a moment as the taste of bubblegum overtook her senses.

Diamond Tiara searched for breath as well. She fell forward as the last jet of Snails’ sperm trickled down between her ass-cheeks. Her hind legs collapsed against the leaves as her face met the tree-stump in front of her.

As the three ponies basked in their own respective ways in the afterglow of their orgasms, a single golden leaf fell from the branch of a nearby tree, so far overhead it went unnoticed by the trio below. It caught a small tuft of wind and followed it, spiralling away into the distance as far as the breeze would carry it.

The walk home had always been the same, before today. No matter what, it had always taken Snails home.

That had changed today, but Snails had a feeling there was a lot more that was going to change starting today.