"Ah, Rumble," says Pipsqueak, standing in the doorway, "Come in, mate, we're all set up in the living room."
Rumble follows the slender teenaged colt into his house, closing the door behind him. The hallway is warm on his fur and well lit, contrasting the cool evening air outside. He calls after Pipsqueak. "Uh, dude, what exactly is this about? I got your note, something about judging an 'Iron Lung' contest-"
"Blowjobs!"
Rumble stops, blinking rapidly. Did he just say what I think he said? "What?" he asks.
Pipsqueak looks over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow. "You know, oral sex, getting head, having your pole polished, getting your knob slobbed, licking the lewd lolly? Anyway, we needed impartial judges. Ones who haven't shagged any of the competitors and who aren't named Snips or Snails, so you fit the bill. We're just in here, follow me," he says, turning right into the living room. Rumble follows him dumbly, his mouth hanging open in shock.
The living room has been cleared out to make space for the contest, the only furniture present is a couch against the back wall and three padded sun loungers in the middle of the room. There are three ponies in the room already. Featherweight, with his skinny frame and overgrown wings, lies awkwardly on the left lounger. He's fidgeting nervously, but there's an excited look in his eyes. Chowder is on the middle lounger, phlegmatic and entirely at ease. He's almost as big as Macintosh Apple, but cushioned with a soft layer of chub. Dinky Doo sits on the couch looking cheerful. She's grown into a very cute young mare, with gleaming golden eyes and a cornsilk mane in a messy bob cut.
"Rumble! Glad you could make it, this whole contest would have been blown if you hadn't shown up. Take a seat," she says, gesturing to the empty lounger.
Rumble stops still. "Wait, wait, what the fuck is going on? I didn't agree to any of this, and how the hay does a 'blowjob contest' even work?"
"Simple!" she replies, "It's a double blowjob competition; there's three teams of two mares. Each team will suck each judge once, and at the end the judges will vote on their favourite. Me and Pip are here as style judges in case of a tie. The winners will be crowned Blowjob Queens of Ponyville!" Her face droops when she sees Rumble's stunned expression. "I mean, you don't have to get three double blowjobs, you can leave if you want..."
Rumble ponders his situation for a moment. His wings spring out with excitement and his face cracks into a grin. "Actually, it sounds pretty fun. I'll stay!" he says, taking his place on the rightmost lounger.
Dinky squees with delight. "Awesome! Pip, get the contestants!"
Pip walks out the room and returns a minute later, followed by six mares. He sits on the couch next to Dinky, and two mares sit at the side of each judge. Apple Bloom and Twist are next to Featherweight, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon are nuzzling Chowder, and Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle approach Rumble.
Scootaloo is wearing a black leather jacket with slits for her golden-bronze wings to poke out. She's grinning like a cat, and wearing purple lipstick to match her mane. A gleam in her eye is matched by the glint off her silver ear stud. Her taut, athletic frame contrasts with Sweetie Belle's chunkier, curvier build. The white unicorn is smiling sweetly at Rumble, and she too has a pink shade of lipstick to go with her mane.
The two mares slink up either side of Rumble. "Hey Rumble, ready for the blowjob of your life?" whispers Scootaloo.
The grey pegasus's cheeks blush hotly. "Aww, he's so cute when he blushes," says Sweetie Belle, giggling. The pair rest their heads on Rumble's upper thigh. Rumble's member slides from his sheath and hardens at the feel of their warm coats against his legs. It's not even fully erect and it's as big as the average stallion's.
Scootaloo looks at his thick cock, grinning. "Wow. Not bad."
Pipsqueak clops his hooves together and brings everypony to attention. "Everypony in place? Yes? Excellent. Let the games begin!"
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle look each other in the eyes and nod. They simultaneously press their soft, warm lips to the base of Rumble's cock, covering it with gentle, worshipful kisses as it hardens. Their eyes are closed as they kiss his shaft, and they softly coo and moan while they work. The two mares pause and look up at Rumble with wide, innocent eyes.
Rumble gasps as two wet, velvety tongues touch his cock. With a lustful moan, Scootaloo drags her tongue up Rumble's length, followed by Sweetie Belle who works upwards with a series of sloppy laps. The pair switch methods as they go back down. Scootaloo coats it with little licks and Sweetie paints her tongue straight down.
"Your cock tastes so good, Rumble," says Sweetie Belle, her tone syrupy and sultry, "We want more of it, don't we, Scoots?"
"Mmhm, we want the creamy filling," whispers Scootaloo. The fillies look at each other again, and then wrap their lips around each side of his cock, moving up and down like a harmonica. They suckle and lick at the side, their mouths ever so hot. Rumble's heart is thumping in his ears, and he has to focus just to breathe.
The two beautiful fillies work up and down Rumble's cock for several minutes, giggling and cooing, loving every twitch and pulse from the pegasus's shaft. Rumble is in heaven. He's had his eyes on both fillies before, Scootaloo the daring, dazzling tomboy and Sweetie the kind and gentle unicorn with the softest flank in Ponyville. He never asked either of them out, thinking them way out his league. Now they were both servicing him lovingly. All he can do is moan with satisfaction.
Sweetie and Scootaloo trail their mouths to the tip of his cock, then start licking the head. Rumble has to muffle his groan with a grey hoof, their tongues are gentle but relentless. His hips squirm as two soft, wet tongues lap the most sensitive part of his organ. The licking stops, as Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle's tongues touch together.
They pause until Rumble looks down at them. Then they make out, sloppily kissing each other with the thick tip of his shaft between their mouths. Rumble cries out from pleasure as they snog, sharing his cock between them like an ice cream. His wings twitch and fluffle, and sweat starts to bead on his forehead.
The two vixens break their obscene kiss, and work together to pleasure him. Sweetie takes the head in her mouth, stretching her lips to fit his cock inside and sucking it hard. Her eyes are closed and she sucks it like a pacifier. It's affectionate, pleasurable and breathtakingly cute all at once. Scootaloo is more animated, licking wetly all over the sides of his cock, slurping his balls into her mouth, soaking them with drool and sucking it up. After a few minutes of this, Scootaloo moves up and swaps places with Sweetie Belle. The orange filly's style is fast and frenetic compared to Sweetie's. She bobs her head up and down very fast, slobbering as she fucks her own mouth with his cock.
Rumble sees that Sweetie has turned her flanks towards him, and can't help but stare. Her butt is amazing, it's soft, round and jiggly. If he pressed a hoof to it, it would sink in and send delicious ripples through her buttocks and cutie mark. Rumble loves that flank. He wants to do perverse, disgusting things to that flank.
Scootaloo catches him staring, and pulls her mouth from his cock. With a grin, she slaps a hoof down on Sweetie's butt, making it wobble and ripple deliciously. The unicorn yelps and giggles, then resumes her attentions. "Sweetie's got a real nice butt, huh?" says Scootaloo, "You like it?"
Rumble nods and swallows. "Y-yeah."
Scootaloo whispers something to Sweetie Belle, who looks devilishly at Rumble. The unicorn mare shifts her legs and hips up onto the lounger, and moves her hind legs either side of Rumble's head. She lowers her buttocks and pussy to Rumble's face. The grey pegasus can smell her honeyish scent.
"Dig in, dude," says Scootaloo, "Get your face in there, and ring Sweetie's bell."
Lust clouds over Rumble's eyes as he dives into that butt. It's just as soft as he imagined and he gropes it with both hooves, feeling it yield like marshmallow for an inch or two before feeling the firm muscle underneath it. Sweetie rubs it into his face as the two mares resume their divine blowjob, sucking him for all they're worth.
Rumble runs his lips up and down Sweetie's slit. Her coat down there is thick and curly; she barely trims, preferring a more natural look. Little drops of moisture cling to the white fur and tickle Rumble's nose. Not one to turn down a free meal, he dives in, licking her subtle, musky juices. Sweetie Belle moans around his cock, pushing him closer to climax.
His world is sweet, sticky flank, but he can feel Scootaloo and Sweetie making out over his cock again, drooling on it, getting it nice and wet. As he nibbles Sweetie's buttocks, the two mares start to stroke their hooves up and down his shaft. He groans and his hips squirm with lust. They're still making out.
Everything catches up with Rumble. He realises that two beautiful teenagers are making out over his cock and clopping him off, while the sweetest pussy he's ever tasted in his life is rubbed into his face. That sends Rumble over the edge, and he blows his load with a yell.
Sweetie quickly dismounts so he can see the pair licking the head of his cock. His jizz spurts into the air as they lick and lap, landing across their cute faces. Several streaks go into Sweetie's thick, curly mane, and a stray streak coats Scootaloo's left eye shut. They keep licking and clopping him until his orgasm is totally milked, and his cock starts to soften. The two mares look at each other and giggle, their faces dripping with sperm, Scootaloo half blind.
They look at Rumble, who's still dazed from pleasure, and then start licking his sperm off each other's faces. If there had ever been a perfect moment in Rumble's life, this was it.
Rumble looks around as the fillies continue to kiss and giggle. Pipsqueak and Dinky are sat shoulder to shoulder on the sofa, looking very pleased at the proceedings. Dinky is flushed bright red and Pip's erection is growing from his lap. Chowder is mid-climax, grunting as Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara gratefully drink his ball batter. Featherweight lies on his back, having orgasmed already. Twist and Apple Bloom are licking his limp cock.
"All right, that's the end of round one," says Dinky, "Awesome job, everypony, ten minute break!"
Pipsqueak leaves the room and returns a minute later with a tray of lemonade, which he passes around to everypony. Rumble takes a sip of the cool, refreshing drink. The competitors are a little mussed up now, but still bursting with drive and energy. They're huddled in their teams, whispering strategies. Pipsqueak and Dinky are chatting away about poker, of all things. The judges are silent. We're in Pipsqueak's living room, getting the greatest blowjobs of our lives, thinks Rumble, what is there to say?
Ten minutes later, Dinky Doo conjures a bell and dings it twice. "Okay everypony, time for round two! Contestants, take your positions."
Apple Bloom and Twist move over to Rumble. His eyes are drawn to Twist's freckled face and cute little button nose. She still has a lanky, coltish body, like a flowerbud waiting to blossom, but her formerly messy mane has grown out into a luscious curly crimson cascade. She's smiling joyfully, her fuschia eyes crinkling at the edges, and wearing fuschia lipstick to match. A pair of cheap, blue spectacles complete her adorkable appearance.
Apple Bloom is a stunner, and the thought of a blowjob from her makes Rumble's insides squirm joyfully. She has a rich red mane in a practical ponytail with oddly stylish bangs swept to one side. Her body is toned, solid and muscular, with a layer of softness on top. Her butter-coloured coat looks soft as down and perfectly covers her thick, curvaceous rear. It doesn't hurt that she's got a big, country-girl grin and piercing golden eyes, either. She's wearing a glittery golden lipstick to match her eyes, just like Twist. Rumble can't remember seeing Apple Bloom with make up on before. She is too sexy to be real thinks Rumble. She's even wearing that cute, oversized pink bow she wore as a filly. He bites own his hoof to see if he wakes up, and is pleasantly surprised when he doesn't.
Dinky rings the bell a third time to start the round, and Apple Bloom instantly starts licking the base of his cock as she stares into his wide-open eyes. Rumble bites his lip, his cock hardening immediately. Twist sits off to the side, looking at the other contestants with an amused expression. Rumble follows her gaze. Silver Spoon is gagging and choking as Diamond Tiara forces her head down onto Featherweight's cock. The cream-coated pegasus is writhing in pleasure. Chowder is sighing happily while Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo make out with his cock between their lips.
Twist turns to look Rumble in the eyes. She shakes her head and grins. "Amateurs."
She reaches under the lounger and produces a large candy cane. It's twelve inches long, and an inch in diameter. Never once breaking eye contact, she takes the bottom of the cane into her mouth, and pushes it in. Three inches. Five inches. Six inches. A pause. Seven inches. Apple Bloom is still licking his cock, and it feels like sultry bliss, but he can't look away from Twist. Nine inches. She's swallowed nine inches of the sugary stick, only the hook is out of her mouth. She opens up wide and pushes the crook into her mouth, just barely able to close her lips over it.
The entire twelve-inch candy cane is inside her mouth. Rumble gapes. How is that even possible? She pulls out the cane in one stroke with a slick slop sound, beaming at the grey pegasus. Still gazing into his eyes, she moves her muzzle to the tip of Rumble's shaft.
"You ready, Rumble?"
Rumble nods, barely of his own will. He feels like a marionette, completely controlled by these fantastic fillies. Twist closes her lips around the top of his cock and then plunges down, taking his entire length deep into her throat.
"Fuck!" Rumble's back arches, his entire body tenses up from the sudden sensation, then quickly relaxes as the sheer, intense pleasure takes over. He lets out a low, broken moan when Apple Bloom takes his balls into her mouth and sucks them gently. Wow, I guess she likes them apples... he thinks, giggling stupidly.
Rumble feels incredible. Better than incredible. Words like incredible, amazing and fantastic would all describe Twist's dick-guzzling skills, but they're sneaky, slippery words. An interesting film, or a moist slice of cake could be incredible, amazing or fantastic. The finest cake in the world could not compare to this blowjob. His cock slips into her throat with ease, and her throat muscles contract to massages his shaft with warm, velvety pleasure with every twitch and bob. And sweet Celestia, it's so warm. Rumble has had fumbling, drunken sex three times in his life, but this is hotter and slicker than any pussy he's ever had.
Rumble coos girlishly with pleasure. He can't peel his eyes from the two mares, the two beautiful mares, more beautiful than the princesses themselves, who are servicing him lovingly. They're looking at him through the side of their lidded eyes, somehow smiling with Rumble's meat in their mouths. Apple Bloom is suckling on his balls, caressing them with her tongue, and Twist's mouth is at the root of his cock. The fillies' faces are practically touching. They gaze into each other's eyes and rub their noses together in an intimate, affectionate gesture. The nuzzling knocks Twist's glasses askew. Even through the sensation, Rumble can't help but giggle at the silly, sexy sight.
Twist slowly pulls off the cock until only the tip is in her mouth, then sinks it back down her gullet, twisting her mouth just so as she does. Luna above, Twist must be part-python! She starts to fuck his entire cock using her throat, sliding up and down from tip to base over and over while Apple Bloom slobbers over his balls. It feels indescribably good. Drool pools at the base of Rumble's dick and runs down his thighs and crack.
Rumble had an orgasm less than half an hour ago, and he can feel himself getting close again. Twist moans wantonly as she takes Rumble's length, sending sensual vibrations into his cock. Twist is a master of her craft, sucking his pole, tonguing the most sensitive parts even as it's buried in her throat. Her gullet massages his cock like an expert hoofjob, she fucks his length in and out of her throat like a pussy, and caresses him with her lips and tongue like the most skilled of all whores. Apple Bloom's ministrations are also sublime, the cherry and chocolate drizzle on a delicious sundae. He's in a warm world of oral heaven as Apple Bloom gobbles his man apples.
He's close now, so, ever so close, fidgeting and moaning, looking anywhere but the two angels between his legs. His wings are so flustered and twitchy they threaten to push him up off the lounger. Apple Bloom feels him getting close, and relinquishes his testicles with a loud *pop*.
"Hey there, Rumble, you ready to blow yer load in Twist's sweet lil' mouth?" Her voice is low and husky, and the gold lipstick is starting to smear, giving her a slutty, sexy look.
Rumble nods rapidly. "Uh, uh-huh." He can barely focus from Twist's skilled attentions.
"You tell me when, Rumble, ah wanna taste it, ah want you to shoot yer thick jizz into Twist so she can share it with me, you hear?"
"N-now!"
Twist pulls up to the tip of the cock with a lewd slurp, and Rumble blasts his second load of the night right into Twist's mouth. Rumble can feel at least six spurts, but the orgasm lasts for much longer than that. Twist just makes happy sounds as her mouth is filled. She pulls her lips from the cock, cheeks bulging cutely from the two-pony serving of semen. One final drop comes out the top, which Apple Bloom quickly laps up.
Apple Bloom and Twist look at each other with lewd expressions, their sweaty manes plastered to their faces. Apple Bloom giggles, and then kisses Twist. They swap Rumble's seed between them, pushing the sloppy goo into each other's mouths with their tongues. They passionately make out for nearly a minute. Rumble can see they kiss just as well as they suck cock.
They turn to Rumble, each with a mouthful of his jizz, and a little dripping down their lips. Smiling sweetly, they gulp his cum down, and thank him for the delicious treat.
Dinky's bell rings out thrice, calling the second round to a close. "Okay, that's... good, that's the, it's the second round done." Her voice is dazed and breathy, and her eyes are unfocused as Pipsqueak moves a hoof between her legs. She fumbles for words as the pinto pony nips and nibbles her neck. "Good... good job, everypony, lets take a short break. Oh wow, it's hot in here..."
Pipsqueak pulls his hoof from the flustered unicorn's sex and kisses her softly on the lips, then stands up and exits the room. Once more, he returns with a tray of drinks. When all the contestants and the three recovering judges have their sharp, sweet lemonade, he returns to the sofa to caress and kiss Dinky some more.
As soon as the drinks are drank, Pipsqueak pipes up. "All right, my lovelies, it's time for round three! All our wonderful judges have came twice by now, making this the trickiest round yet. It's time to pull out any tricks you have hidden up your sleeves, or gobs as it were."
The contestents get up to move into place. Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara saunter over to Rumble, with evil grins etched on their faces. They're both a mess. Diamond Tiara's mane is mussed and out of place, stuck to her forehead with sweat, her namesake discarded on the floor by Chowder. She's prim and proper compared to Silver Spoon, whose face is matted with spit and sperm. Strands of wet mess drip off her chin, and there's a wild look in her eyes.
"Hey, Rumble," says Diamond Tiara, her voice slick and teasing, "I saw you watching us with Chowder, watching me gag Silvy on his fat dick. Did you like that, Rumble?"
Rumble can only nod dumbly at the two slim, sexy sirens facing him. Silver Spoon rests her wet chin on Rumble's lap, nuzzling Rumble as Diamond Tiara plays with her pewter mane. The fuschia filly leans close to Rumble's ear, placing a hoof softly on his chest.
"We've got something very special planned for you, Rumble," she whispers. Before he can reply, she presses her lips to his in a sloppy, hungry kiss. Her soft tongue slides against his, and he taste a hint of musk and salt on her lips. He realises with a start that it's his friend's semen. EWW! Sweet Luna, that's Chowder's chowder! This is totally gross, why would she do that - and why is this giving me a boner?!
Dinky's bell rings out twice. "Contestants! On your marks, get set, SUCK!"
Silver Spoon dips her head and runs her tongue up and down the length of his cock. She services him skillfully, taking him into her mouth and softly caressing his shaft with her lips and tongue, careful not to hurt the hypersensitive flesh. Diamond Tiara is still lying next to Rumble, gently rubbing his chest with a hoof. "I'd choke Silvy on that big, fat cock of yours," she says, "but you're probably getting sore after two blowjobs." She kisses his chest and collarbone as Silver Spoon continues her soft, sensual blowjob.
His cock is painfully hard again. Silver Spoon moans lewdly as she slurps and licks Rumble, looking up at him with lidded eyes. It's not the peppy, playful delight of Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle's double blowjob, or the indulgently pleasurable expertise of Twist's, but a subtle, reserved and relaxing experience, like a deep, hot bath on a chilly morning.
Rumble is distracted from Silver Spoon's attentions by Diamond Tiara, nibbling on his ear. "She's good, isn't she?" whispers the filly, "I know how good she is, Rumble. When we get bored and horny, we dive between each other's legs and eat each other out. I know just what her soft, skilled tongue feels like on my sweet, slick cunt. She's a keen little slut too, look, she'll gag herself on your dick without us even pushing."
On cue, Silver Spoon does just that, opening her jaw wide and pushing down onto his shaft. She can't take him into her throat, his head bumps the back of her mouth, tripping her gag reflex. She drools and makes choking noises as she pumps his shaft against her tonsils.
Rumble flails his forelegs and moans from lust and pleasure, blushing bright red. Diamond Tiara giggles at the sight, kissing Rumble's ear. "Yeah, Silvy knows her way around a cock, that's for sure. But me?" she says, shifting swiftly down Rumble's body, "I'm fucking filthy."
She shuffles to the bottom of the lounger, shifting until her face is between Rumble's legs. Silver Spoon repositions so her hindquarters are off the lounger, and she's leaning over Rumble's groin from the side. Without warning, Diamond Tiara pushes Rumble's legs up and dives between his buttocks, licking his tight flankhole. She rims him frantically, pushing against his ring, scraping the inside of his anus with her velvety tongue. Emotions and sensations slam through Rumble's brain, first shock, then disgust, both quickly replaced by depraved, shameful pleasure at having his asshole eaten out. He squirms and pants at the sensation of one skilled tongue stretching and penetrating his anus, and another expertly caressing his cock.
It's too much for Rumble, and his moans grow high and fillyish as he approaches another orgasm. Silver Spoon notices and pulls off his cock, licking his balls as her best friend tongues his butt. Silver Spoon takes pleasure in drawing it out, sucking and gagging on his cock as his orgasm recedes, then switching to his heavy balls as his orgasm approaches. He grunts with frustration, but the sensation of having his balls and flankhole licked at the same time is far too good for him to protest.
Diamond Tiara is forceful and desperate, nuzzling her face into Rumble's crack, mumbling, moaning and snarling into his butt as she twists her tongue around. Silver Spoon licks his balls. He was so close to orgasm, but the evil mare had pulled away at the last possible moment. He can see the precum dribbling off the tip of his cock. Silver Spoon sees it, pulls off his balls with a sloppy slurp, and licks up the salty precum, moaning appreciatively.
She looks into his eyes and gently rubs his shaft with a hoof. She wipes thick drool and precum off her lips, and says, "Do you want to come, Rumble?"
"Yes oh please yes."
"Will you do something for me?" Her tone is sweet and innocent. Her eyes are anything but.
"Anything please I'll do anything."
"Force my head down and gag me on your cock. Do that and you get to come, okay?"
Silver Spoon giggles as Rumble nods frantically, then takes the tip of his cock into her mouth. Her ears twitch as Rumble places his front hooves on the back of her head. He pushes down until Silver Spoon gags, the back of her mouth spasming over the tip of his cock. The feeling of power, of controlling her every movement, makes it feel even better. He pushes her down again, and again, as Diamond Tiara continues her sloppy, hungry rimjob. Tears start pooling in Silver Spoon's eyes, but she only moves with Rumble, pushing further onto his cock as his strong hooves press her down.
It takes them less than a minute to push Rumble over the edge. Screaming "Fuck!" at the top of his lungs, he blows his third and final load of the day into Silver Spoon's waiting mouth. There's less jizz, but it's painfully intense and lasts even longer than his previous orgasms. His hips are still twitching as Silver Spoon pulls of his cock, a little trail of sperm spilling from her tightly-closed lips. Diamond Tiara continues to lick his ass, until Silver Spoon rolls her eyes and yanks her up by her mane. A trail of saliva connects Diamond Tiara's mouth to Rumble's slick butthole.
The pair of fillies look at each other, then Diamond Tiara nods before closing her eyes. Silver Spoon rears back, and spits the mouthful of semen onto Diamond Tiara's face. It drips down her forehead eyes and muzzle, thick jizz mixed with drool, running down her cheeks and face. Diamond Tiara licks her lips, opens her eyes and grins at Rumble. "Told you I was filthy."
Silver Spoon laughs. "C'mere, shitlips, let's get you cleaned up." The grey filly darts forward, licking and sucking the sperm and saliva from her friend's face. Diamond Tiara turns her head, allowing her friend to clean her, a satisfied smile on her face. When Silver Spoon reaches her lips, they kiss each other. It's oddly reserved compared to their earlier perversity, but very intimate and affectionate.
Rumble looks at the other judges. Featherweight is near comatose from pleasure, lying in a limp heap as Apple Bloom and Twist make out next to him. Sweetie Belle is resting her head on Chowder's as he plays with her mane; Scootaloo is laid on his chest, kissing his neck. Dinky and Pip are sat on the couch, their faces flushed. Dinky has white goo dripping from between her legs and Pip's half-hard cock is slick with mixed juices. Huh, they'd been fucking and I hadn't even noticed.
Dinky rings the bell again, calling an end to the final round. Pipsqueak addresses the competitors and judges. "Excellent show, everypony. We'll give the judges a few minutes to deliberate, and then we'll announce the winners."
Rumble makes his way towards Chowder and Featherweight on shaky legs. They huddle together and whisper their thoughts in sheepish, furitive tones. They wanted to declare it a tie. Each team had been fantastic with their varied techniques. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo worked together like they were psychically linked. Twist and Apple Bloom had amazing deep-throat skills mixed with the farm filly's tender testicular attentions. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were just plain nasty, in the best of all possible ways.
Still, a winner had to be declared. Rumble came to his decision along with Featherweight and Chowder, then they called Pipsqueak over and told him their answer. The pinto colt nods and trots over to the center of the room, all eyes on him. "Stallions and gentlemares, the judges have come to a decision. I'm pleased to announce that Twist and Apple Bloom are the official Blowjob Queens of Ponyville!"
Twist and Apple Bloom squeal with delight and hug each other, grinning and laughing like madmares. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo rush up to hug and congratulate them; even Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon give them friendly hoofbumps.
"Okay, fine, you won this one," says Diamond Tiara, feigning indifference, "but that's just blowjobs."
"Yeah," adds Silver Spoon, "in a no-holds-barred fucking competition, we'd clean the floor with you."
Scootaloo raises her eyebrows. "Say what, rich bitch? Me and Sweets are the Team Supreme, I brings the fire and she brings the flank. We'd fuck you hoes right into the ground!"
"Pfft, buncha posers, all y'all." Apple Bloom looks vaguely amused at the bickering. "Ah fuck like a farm girl and Twist can please any colt's candy cane."
The fillies continue to bicker, and Pipsqueak leans towards Rumble and the other judges. "I'd keep your schedules clear, lads," he whispers conspiratorially, "It looks like we're in for a rematch..."
END
