VIII

“Just give me a second, Applebloom. I just need to recover for a little bit.”

“Aw shucks, that’s okay. Is there anythin’ I can do ta’ help?”

She was laying on her accent thicker than normal. I couldn’t tell if that was the way she’d sounded all day previous, or if there was subconscious in my suggestions that I hadn’t even realized.

“Well… you could help Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. They could both use a little warming up.”

“Okay!” Applebloom nodded enthusiastically at me, shutting her eyes as she bobbed her head. She ran over to Diamond Tiara first, grabbing her with her forelegs and pulling her upright from her semi-catatonic state.

Play along.

Diamond Tiara blinked as Applebloom righted her.

“You okay, DT?”

Diamond Tiara nodded.

Talk. Say something. I want to hear your voice.

“I’m okay.”

So cute when she spoke without that affected bitchiness.

I’d always wanted to teach her a lesson for being such a stuck up brat.

“You okay with me playin’ with you a bit? Jason said I should help you guys get ‘warmed up’, so–oof!” Applebloom ended her sentence with a breath outward as Diamond Tiara shoved her to the floor. For a moment I wondered if the whole thing had been a backwards act, but Diamond Tiara’s movement reassured me otherwise. She held herself over Applebloom like a college boyfriend on prom-night, and smiled with her eyes staring into Applebloom’s tangerine orbs.

“I’m more than okay with it. Here, let me clean you up first.”

Diamond Tiara grabbed one of Applebloom’s forelegs and held it to her face. Her eyes widened as she took in the river of cum running over Applebloom’s body, leaving trails in her fur like arcane markings.

She only hesitated for a second before she lowered her mouth and licked. The shiver her body gave at the first taste of salt in her mouth made me shiver.

This was it then? Three fillies at my beck-and-call, held only by the restraints of the decency I’d just so readily abandoned?

In a way, it was almost poetic.

I tried not to think too much more at that point.

“Silver Spoon, why don’t you come over here. You must be feeling left out.”

Of course, she did just as directed, prancing over with an agreeable look on her face and paying no attention to the rapidly escalating two-pony goings-on taking place beside her.

“Turn around so I can get a better look at you,” I said.

Silver Spoon obliged, and I felt another pang of arousal shudder through my body in an attempt to remind me of the nature of the situation I was in.

All in due time.

Silver Spoon’s flank was a different than either of the two I’d gotten an eyeful of so far. It was smaller, for one; instead of well-toned from farm work like Applebloom or pudgy with decadence and unearned ice cream like Diamond Tiara’s, Silver Spoon’s butt was the perfect size to make her look like an underage beauty queen. My hand shook a little as I reached out and pressed my fingers into her haunches. The way she cooed and ground back at me let me know the fear of reprisal could be as good as gone.

“Does that feel good?” I asked rhetorically as I massaged her underage cheeks.

She didn’t reply, but nodded and bit her lip, lifting her tail higher and giving me a better view of her butt and everything besides as I kneaded her ass with my fingers. I’d never imagined that anything could be so soft.

I couldn’t help myself from looking lower. One of my hands was still busy holding the wooden jungle-object close to my body, but I pulled my right hand away, distracted, and ran my fingers along the inside of Silver Spoon’s hind legs, feeling for the tiny slit I knew would be there, and that I hoped would be wet enough to play with.

“Ah!”

Sure enough, Silver Spoon gasped as I found my target. Her eyes flew open and she jerked her hips to the side as I ran my index finger along the already dripping line between her legs, breathing in as hard as I could in hopes of inhaling the scent of her underage arousal. Silver Spoon jostled back and forth once or twice like the touch tickled, but she eventually stilled herself and let me examine her hole, probing one of my fingertips along the outside and feeling the texture of her little-girl lips as I pressed into them. She was soft there too.

I allowed myself one more indulgence before turning my attention elsewhere, else I get caught up in what was only the appetizer to the banquet of adorable young fillies waiting for me.

With one hand still on Silver Spoon’s slit, I leaned my face forward and pressed down hard on her tiny little clit, which, as I expected, drew another very audible gasp. It also had the side effect of causing her to jerk her tail completely upright, which gave me a face-full of her well-kept silver hair right under my nose, which I sniffed deeply before withdrawing my hand.

More in due time.

“Applebloom, you’re not having too much fun over there without us, are you?”

“N-n-no…” Applebloom’s answer tried to sound more sure than her voice could make it. She stammered the same way that she had when I was plowing her from behind, and given that there was only one other source for such a distraction, it was fairly obvious she was fibbing.

Sure enough, I turned my head to find Applebloom on her back, her eyes fluttering half-closed as Diamond Tiara went to town between her legs. Applebloom had locked her hind legs around the back of Diamond Tiara’s neck and was practically thrashing upwards to meet Diamond Tiara’s tongue. I was surprised at myself for not hearing the southern-tinted squeals earlier; the price of preoccupation, apparently.

“Are you sure? You sound like you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I… I am…” Applebloom trailed her answer off into another moan, and threw her head back as Diamond Tiara delivered what must have been a particularly well placed lap.

I think Applebloom had forgotten I was theoretically asking a question, but that was okay. I didn’t really need an answer.

“Well, just make sure there’s room for the rest of us.” Without warning I placed my hand on the back of Diamond Tiara’s neck and dislodged Applebloom’s hooves. Diamond Tiara reacted by pausing her tongue, and her eyes went wide as I pulled her back suddenly, yanking her into the air and away from her dripping wet plaything (that was, as far as I could tell, still swimming with my cum from earlier).

“Turnabout is fair play,” I said simply, and pulled Diamond Tiara towards my face. She was small, so even her mild chubbiness didn’t pose too much of a problem.

In spite of myself, I let out an embarrassingly girlish moan as the smell of Diamond Tiara’s sex washed over my senses. I could practically taste her in the air, which either meant she was soaking wet with arousal, or I was delirious with too much of the same. Either way, I didn’t have to imagine the taste for long; it was easy enough to hold her up, so I pulled her closer, planting her pink pussy right on my mouth.

I savoured the feeling on my lips before I parted them and extended my tongue.

“Ohhh, d-d-don’t…”

Diamond Tiara was more vocal than I’d noticed either of the other two foals to be. Even more, she was protesting. I knew from the talisman still clutched in my hand that it must be something of an act, but it made the act of tasting her that much more electric. That much more wrong. As if burying my face in a school-age pony’s pussy wasn’t wrong enough.

My cock jerked at the slew of mental and physical conditioning responses blazing across my brain. It had found that aforementioned miracle and was well on its way to being ready to go again.

Diamond Tiara, continuing her ruse of protest, pressed her forelegs against my face, trying in vain to push my nose and the rest of me away from her sopping wet slit. Even if she’d been serious, her size would have meant the resistance would only be token at best – as is, the whole thing felt like a devilishly deprived rolepay. ‘No, please, don’t touch me there,’ says the lusty house-wife as she’s ravaged by her husband – or in this case, the prissy pink filly to the human from another world.

Not the best comparison, but close enough for now.

I could have lost myself for hours in Diamond Tiara’s pussy – unlike I could surmise from feeling Applebloom’s wrapped around my dick and Silver Spoon’s shivering against my fingers, Diamond Tiara’s lips were plump; not fat, but with enough substance to them that her pussy was already an impressive analog to what I remembered of the real thing – from someone of age, anyway. Even better than the feeling of her lips against my face, however, was how wet she was; my chin was dripping with her juice, and every time I lapped inside her slit or up and over her little button I was rewarded with a fresh delivery of pre-pubescent pussy-fluid as she squealed in response to my touch.

But, I reminded myself, there was still too much to get carried away now.

Reluctantly, I pulled Diamond Tiara away from my mouth, leaving a dripping iridescent trail of saliva and other fluids hanging between her hind legs and my lips. She shivered as I put her down, her haunches shaking as she recovered from what must have been a near orgasm from her first oral. An orgasm I wanted to badly to take from her.

“Girls, please, could you line up in front of me? That will make things easier.”

It was second nature to give ponies this old direction. Telling them to stand in line to be picked for tag at Recess was one thing; never had I imagined I’d be telling three dynamite beautiful fillies to present themselves so I could take my pick of their pussies.

There’s a saying though; ‘Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.’

Or in this case…

Applebloom hopped into place and assumed the position with a smile on her face, not needing even a second prompting from my direction to know what I wanted. I suppose there was a subconscious element of my thoughts willing action into all three of them through the wooden thing I was still clutching tightly in my hand, but to what extent I couldn’t be sure. It was hard to tell where the direction started and their personalities began; I mean, aside the fact that they’d gone from normal young ponies to sex-hungry sluts desperate to be my personal sex-toys. They were still them, personality and everything else… just with one very significant change in their thought process. Because that’s the way I wanted it.

It was almost like the whole thing was real.

Silver Spoon was the second in line, initially facing towards me but blushing and biting her lip before turning around as she noticed Applebloom’s position. I hadn’t pegged her as so demure given the way she was always just as bitchy as Diamond Tiara given the opportunity – but I suppose where one is the bitchiest as the leader, the second must follow in as much bitchiness as they can muster in hopes of keeping up. Maybe there had always been a meek, proper Silver Spoon hiding underneath that I’d never gotten the chance to notice.

Diamond Tiara came last, of course. She moved in a sort of shuffle, grumbling as she turned around to give me a view of her luscious pink backside. I could see the trickle of moisture leaking between her legs, a combination of my spit and her own arousal. Maybe she was just grumpy because I’d stopped when she was close.

My dick felt like an iron rod jutting out from my pelvis. I was worried that if I hit it the wrong way, the whole thing might shatter.

Better to put it somewhere soft for safekeeping then.

“So, girls. Applebloom’s already had her turn – who do you think should get to go next?”

Silver Spoon turned her head down and sideways to Diamond Tiara, who simply scrunched up her mouth and looked away in a similar fashion. Applebloom just looked back over her shoulder at me expectantly. Her eyes went wide when she saw the size of my rigid cock pointing straight up, and her tongue hung out of her mouth just a little, like a hungry dog.

“No volunteers?” I asked, running my hand over the trio of little rumps pointed at me and sorely begging to be used.

“Ooh, I’ll go again if nopony else wants ta–“

“You already had your turn! I want to go!” Diamond Tiara interrupted Applebloom’s ‘selfless’ offer with a sideways glare and the same scrunched up look on her face.

That was the real Diamond Tiara, alright, or at least a part of her.

“Then why didn’t ya say somethin’ when Jason asked?”

“Because I… that’s… it doesn’t matter! The point is, you already had a turn, and I want to go next.”

Applebloom rolled her eyes and gave me the same look over her shoulder I’d seen from her a hundred times at school when Diamond Tiara’s entitlement had been too much to bear even from afar. A sort of ‘can you believe this filly’?

“Fine, fine. If you want, Diamond Tiara, you go right ahead.”

“That’s what I thought!” Diamond Tiara’s glare turned into a smirk as she pointed her head straight ahead and braced her forelegs against the clubhouse floor. I thought I even saw a sort of preparatory butt-wiggle, but it might have just been my imagination.

I figured I knew why Diamond Tiara had hesitated at first, though.

I felt her body shudder at the touch of my cock against her hole. I hadn’t paused for more than a shrug before taking a spot behind her pudgy pink butt and kneeling down, and the look on her face as the tip of my head parted her delightfully puffy pussy-lips said that maybe she wasn’t fully prepared for how big I was in comparison to her tiny pony body.

Still, I hadn’t left room in my suggestion for her to say ‘no’.

Applebloom had enjoyed it, after all.

“Just relax and you’ll be enjoying yourself in no time,” I said soothingly as I pressed forward just a bit, pushing past Diamond Tiara’s lips and into the first inch of her entrance. God she was tight.

Diamond Tiara quivered noticeably as I pushed inside, but she held her place, though I could feel her forelegs shaking with concentration. “I k-know… shut up and just do it already…”

Even with a head-full of jungle pony magic Diamond Tiara still knew how to be a bitch.

Well, she had asked, after all.

Unfortunately, her hole was too tight to slide forward all in one go, but I managed to get least halfway in with one thrust, an act which felt like it might have seared the skin off my dick if the sleeve I was sliding into hadn’t been more well-lubricated than a waterslide. Diamond Tiara’s pussy was the tightest I’d ever felt, and leaking with such copious arousal that it felt like my cock was going swimming in an air-tight blazingly hot tunnel trying its hardest to get me off before letting me pull back for a second thrust. Being that I was already only half-way into my first and gritting my teeth at the tightness wrapped round the top half of my shaft, that didn’t seem like an impossibility.

Diamond Tiara’s mouth had flown open as I buried myself so suddenly, but she didn’t manage a sound until a few seconds afterwards.

“Hooooooly fuck!”

It was more vulgar than I’d expected. Loud enough too. The windows on the clubhouse walls shook a little bit.

I felt her insides shiver around my length as she sighed out the end of her exclamation.

“Feel good?”

“C-celestia, yesss…” Diamond Tiara’s pussy mimicked her approval, twitching and spasming around my dick and giving me an even bigger helping of her already copious lovejuice. I hadn’t expected the little bitchy princess to get into being fucked so fast, but I supposed Applebloom had come around just as quickly – who’s to say what magic was capable of.

I struggled to get the last few inches of my cock inside Diamond Tiara’s hole, a task made no easier by the constant winking of her slit (something I’d seen mares from town do once or twice and only dreamed of experiencing first hand) and jittering of her hips. As she braced herself against the invasion of my member, Diamond Tiara clenched her face tight. I noticed both the other foals present were staring at her with varying looks on their faces – Silver Spoon a sort of embarrassment by proximity, her cheeks flushed red, and Applebloom a restrained but still evidently jealous stare of observation.

Both girls watched as I grunted, finally managing to get the last inch of my dick inside Diamond Tiara’s achingly tight little hole.

Both of them watched as I gritted my teeth and pulled back, so slowly, trying not to blow my load from the constant friction on every inch of my penis from Diamond Tiara’s soaking wet cunt.

After the first thrust, the next few came easy. I tried to start fucking Diamond Tiara properly, but she made it clear that wasn’t going to happen.

After the third or fourth thrust I felt the tightness around my shaft get even tighter, and I had to stop, afraid that if I pushed any harder I might just break my dick off inside the squealing little filly in front of me. The squealing was more than notable now – Diamond Tiara was practically screaming, so loud it occurred to me I might be worried if someone outside could hear her.

It wasn’t words anymore – Diamond Tiara was letting out one long, constant moan, intensifying in volume and pitch every second her pussy clenched harder around my dick. It didn’t occur to me what was happening until I felt her tightness release, and felt the splash of liquid against my knees.

“Did you just cum?” I asked bluntly.

Diamond Tiara couldn’t muster a proper response. Her face was sweaty and her hair was torn out of its perfect coiffure, though that was partly result of our earlier scuffle. But her eyes looked even more glazed over than they had when she’d changed her tone at my behest, and her mouth was hanging open as she panted and struggled to draw in breath.

The quivers of her just-big-enough pussy-lips along the base of my shaft were enough of a solid indicator.

Diamond Tiara, a squirter already at such a young age.

I waited for her to come down, just kneeling with my dick still buried inside her.

After a minute, she finally managed to muster a proper response.

“I t-think s-so…”

The way she stuttered, so unsure of herself for a pony who was usually so sure of everything, was both adorable and intoxicatingly sexy.

If I kept going now, though, it wouldn’t be fair to the other two girls.

Hearing the sigh in my head before she had even made it, I pulled out, my cock slick with Diamond Tiara’s wetness, from her orgasm and otherwise. I tried not to let the coolness of the open air any more than was necessary as I sidled forward to the next set of waiting hindquarters. Silver Spoon’s soft little butcheeks shivered slightly as she felt the dripping tip of my cock against her miniature booty.

Applebloom took the opportunity to cast a disparaging look sideways in my direction as I eyed the quivering silver foal in front of me. I answered her with an apologetic shrug.

“It’s only fair,” I reasoned as I lined myself up, feeling Silver Spoon’s whole body shiver as it transitioned downward between her legs. “You’ve already had a turn, so it makes sense that you should go last, doesn’t it?”

“I guess so…” Applebloom pouted. She stuck her lip out in the same way she always did when something didn’t go her way. Normally I’d console her with a pat on the head and a game of tag, but now wasn’t really the time.

“I’ll make it up to you on your turn, okay?” I tried to be as diplomatic as possible while steeling myself for plunging into the third underage pussy I was about to fuck that day. I nudged forward, and felt Silver Spoon jump a little bit at the intrusion of my head into her special place. She didn’t seem as keen to go as Applebloom had, or even as ready to accept the inevitability of what she’d feel in a moment like Diamond Tiara had just done. Even more evidence that she was more than a little timid under her bravado of shared bitchiness.

“Diamond Tiara,” I asked, jostling myself to keep up with Silver Spoon’s constant hip-wiggling, “could you try to help Silver Spoon calm down?”

Diamond Tiara pulled her head up from the floor and looked at me like a college hangover. I rolled my eyes at her.

“Just… tell her how good it felt for you, or just help her relax. She’s your best, friend after all.”

I could have talked directly to Silver Spoon, but it seemed like for all the response I’d gotten from her up until that point that I may as well have been talking to a silver-maned sexed-up small-sized brick wall. Diamond Tiara had been much more receptive to direction, as much as she liked to protest. That was just her extra ‘spin’ on things.

Diamond Tiara didn’t speak. She raised one of her forelegs and took Silver Spoon’s hoof in her own, like holding a sister’s hand during a painful shot. That’s not to say that it wouldn’t hurt a little, but I knew after the initial shock was over she’d enjoy it. Of course she would, I reminded myself as I clenched my wooden relic in my fist.

Silver Spoon looked over to Diamond Tiara with dinner-plate eyes, curious and apprehensive.

Diamond Tiara didn’t bother with words. With Silver Spoon’s hoof still locked around her own, Diamond Tiara leaned forward and kissed her best friend, locking lips and giving the sweetest little girl sigh I’d ever heard as she drank away all of Silver Spoon’s worry in a the softness of her mouth.

I pushed myself forward at that moment, and to my delight found that Silver Spoon only jerked her hips forward slightly. The noise she made, whether it was pain or pleasure, blurred into a moan that could only mean one thing as it sunk into Diamond Tiara’s kiss. Diamond Tiara moaned back, closing her eyes and pushing her face further forward. The way her jaw moved made me hope so dearly her tongue was inside Silver Spoon’s mouth right now, that the two of them were touching tongues and sharing moans as I did my best to fit myself all the way inside the hole belonging to the tightest set of silver buns I’d ever had the pleasure of laying my hands on.

Silver Spoon wasn’t as tight as Diamond Tiara, but the texture was certainly different. She wasn’t dripping wet, but she was still damp enough that I wasn’t worried about hurting her. Her lips felt different against the base of my shaft too – not nearly as puffy, but more perfectly fitted, like her pussy was hugging my cock just so. I could feel my balls pressing up against clit as I  bottomed out inside her, still as surprised as ever that magical equine anatomy had afforded all three little foals the ability to fit my entire human cock inside themselves. Silver Spoon moaned louder when she felt the pressure against her button, and for the first time since I’d given my first thrust, she jostled her hips back to meet me, grinding herself on my cock in the search for more touch against her sensitive little nubbin.

So, unlike the full length in-and-out I’d managed with Diamond Tiara, I settled for fucking Silver Spoon in shorter bursts, giving myself as much time as I could buried all the way inside her and pressing my testicles up against her aching prepubescent silver button. Every time I felt the head of my cock press up against her insides, I had to grit my teeth as she swivelled her hips in search of more pressure, more grinding on her engorged clit. I could feel the size of the bump pressing into my balls as she wiggled her ass against me, and the way she moaned every time she found a particularly good spot in her hip-rotation only made me groan back and press myself forward even harder.

Diamond Tiara didn’t break the kiss the whole time. She started rocking her hips in the same motion as Silver Spoon even though there was nothing touching her, and every time Silver Spoon’s moans would spike in volume, Diamond Tiara’s would do the same, feeling as much as she could through empathy shared between her mouth and Silver Spoon’s.

Silver Spoon took longer, but the combination of a kiss I was sure she’d either revelled in before or wanted for a long time, along with the constant attention to her clit, was enough to drive her over the edge before I was over mine; though, the act of holding back a load while grinding inside a moaning little foal’s perfectly shaped slit as she moan’s into her best friend’s mouth in a girl-on-girl kiss is one of the more impressive I can imagine.

Silver Spoon didn’t moan as loud as I expected when she came. She almost clammed up, just letting out a soft little murmur into Diamond Tiara’s lips. Her entire body froze save for one very specific place, which I could feel clenching tight around my cock for an instant before letting go a few seconds later. Silver Spoon didn’t squirt either, but I did feel her clit twitch against me as she came. She let out a long, ecstatic sounding sigh, still muffled by her best friend’s mouth, and then finally pulled away from the embrace of her own accord at the same instant I pulled out of her pussy. As much as I would have liked to stay inside and savour the sensation, or maybe cop a feel or two more of her soft little silver butcheeks, there was another pony waiting for me, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold up.

Applebloom wiggled her butt excitedly at me as I shifted to the side.

“Ooh, ooh, my turn my turn my turn!” she said matter-of-factly as she bobbed her puffy red tail in the air in anticipation of the pounding I was about to give her.

Her eyes dropped in disappointment when a few seconds passed and she didn’t feel my cock lined up with her hole.

“What gives?” she asked, and cast a glance over her shoulder.

I was leaning back using my one free hand as support, breathing steadily in an  attempt to keep my stamina at a constant. The logistics of fucking even one filly Applebloom’s height in my current state had been difficult, but doing three in a row was proving to be impossible. In the heat of sudden opportunity I’d even forgotten that my legs were still bound – but now they were killing me, along with the pressure of my knees and everything else against the hard wood of the clubhouse floor from however long I’d been thrusting.

“My legs are killing me,” I said simply. I took a few long breaths, trying to ignore the ludicrous notion of putting off sex with Applebloom for anything. I guess even in the throes of utmost fantasy, a body has its limits.

“Aw, come on! That’s not fair! Just when it’s my turn you get all tired out?” Applebloom’s voice went full pout-on, and the sound of her unsatisfied whine almost struck me hard enough to get me back on my knees to finish the hat-trick I’d started. But, as soon as I started moving, my muscles screamed at me in protest, and I settled back onto my palm for support with a groan.

“I’m sorry,” I said, breathing once or twice before continuing. “If you can wait just a minute I’ll be good to go again.”

“But I don’t want to wait a minute,” Applebloom pouted, making her eyes as big and puppy-dog-like as she could manage. “I want it noooowww!”

Goddamn she was adorable.

“How about a compromise then,” I said.

I managed to convince my legs to let me maneuver them to a theoretically less painful position, which involved me stretching them all the way out from myself, holding myself up from lying position purely by virtue of the support of my one free arm. The sight of my swollen looking ankles reminded me I was still technically a bound ‘prisoner’ despite the recent change in happenstance.

“Could one of you untie me, maybe?”

Applebloom moved to the rope first, but after struggling with a length of it between her teeth for a good thirty seconds and possibly only making things worse, she bashfully conceded the knot she had created to Silver Spoon, who quietly and simply took the tying end of the binds and undid them in a way I couldn’t quite make out. After what felt like forever, it felt so good to move my ankles apart again.

I laid back on the cool wooden floor for a minute, relishing the sensation of the textured hardness against my sweat-drenched skin.

I had only rested for a few seconds when I noticed all three pairs of young eyes on my dick as it stood straight up, bobbing awkwardly back and forth.

With more effort than I’d expected, I pulled myself half up right and gestured to my naked lap with my free hand.

“Why don’t you climb up and we’ll do things a different way?”

Applebloom contorted her face in a mixture of confusion and sudden excitement at the prospect of something adventurous in the context of now-growing list of sexual experience. She considered the logistics of her position for a moment before clambering over my still aching legs and resting on my pelvis. I could feel the heat from her body washing into my own as she eyed the object of her pending affection with playful eagerness.

The idea of Applebloom riding me ‘cowgirl style’ was possibly the best thing I ever could have dreamed of, but the mechanics were a little treacherous. She was barely big enough to take my whole length in the first place, and the notion of her bouncing herself up and down with any levity was even more problematic.

So, there would have to be an alternate solution.

“Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, can you help Applebloom up?”

I had taken to asking everything in the form of a question, even though I knew I could simply have directed them - without even speaking - to follow my ‘requests’ to the letter.

For some reason, whether because I was clinging to what might be left of my tattered humanity, or because I couldn’t bring myself to take complete influence over the ‘innocent’ little girls around me, I wanted to pretend I had their consent.

Neither Diamond Tiara nor Silver Spoon responded verbally, but they both gave short nods and picked themselves up from their various states of post-sex exhaustion, Diamond Tiara looking considerably worse for wear than her friend.

Applebloom looked even more aghast in surprise as the two girls took a place on either side of her and lifted her up with their hooves, standing on their hind legs. It always looked weird when ponies did that.

But, it made her the perfect height to hold herself over my cock. I could feel the tightness of her hole at the tip of my member, and I fought the groan welling up in the back of my throat as Applebloom’s two helpers lowered her as best they were able.

There was no fanfare to their movement. One minute Applebloom was being held with the heat of her tight little pussy at the head of my cock, and the next moment she was sliding almost all the way down, let down by the two fillies holding her up.

“Ahhh!”

She let out a cry so wanton it was hard to believe it was coming from the same youthful yellow pony I’d spent day after day supervising on the playground. She shut her eyes as the sound came out of her mouth, and just a bit of her tongue stuck out of her half-open mouth as she tilted her head back. I could feel her clenching around my shaft in defense against the size of the sudden intrusion to her pussy..

It was a sensation that reminded me very readily that, despite the two times I’d already cum, that I’d just finished fucking two of the tightest holes I’d ever imagined could exist, and was now lying back and letting Applebloom ride my dick while she moaned like a mare in heat.

It felt too good to be real.

I knew it wasn’t, in a way.

Applebloom opened her eyes part way as Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon helped lift her up, holding her at the peak of her ascent before lowering her back down - the motion was again without pause, but still slow enough that I could feel every inch of my cock sliding inside Applebloom’s underage slit. I could feel her walls grasping at my length as I pushed past the half-way mark, fighting the urge to thrust my hips upwards. I didn’t want to break her. Though, no matter what, there wasn’t really a worry that she’d object.

I want this to be real.

Applebloom panted as her helpers allowed her a moment to acclimate to the sizable piece of meat buried inside her.

“Does... does that feel as good for y’all as it does ‘fer me?”

That’s something she would have said if she wanted this for real, wasn’t it?

I nodded.

Applebloom tried her best to lift herself up under her own strength, but faltered when she lifted just more than inch upwards and fell back down, slamming herself onto my cock with more velocity than I’m sure she intended.

“Ahh!”

She gave another shout, and I felt myself twitch inside her. There was no deluding myself into believing my stamina was going to hold out at this point.

I grit my teeth as Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon lifted up again. My eyes didn’t leave Applebloom’s face for a second as I watched her close her eyes again, and bite her lip as her lips traced up my member until they were poised just at the tip of my cock. A few seconds passed before she came back down again, and I let out a long groan to match Applebloom’s sounds as she took as much as she could, even with the aid of gravity.

What if this is all a dream?

Applebloom took advantage of her fully lowered position by grinding herself back and forth, rocking her tightly toned butt side to side and pressing the head of my cock up against the insides of her love-tunnel. The action seemed to keep her more composed than me, because I couldn’t help but let out another animalistic groan. Applebloom smiled at me through her delirious haze of pleasure.

I’m really glad–”my first time is with you,” she said. She smiled at me, a saccharine sweet smile completely oblivious to the reality of her pussy still clenching around my dick, winking at me and inviting me to pound inside again and again, faster than she could move with the aid of the fillies on either side of her.

If I wanted to, could I make the whole thing real?

I felt Applebloom shudder as Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon quickened the pace of their lifting. Up and down, up and down. Applebloom lost the words she might have been contemplating and instead settled for a long, drawn-out moan, an ‘oooooh’ that echoed through every inch of the clubhouse and made me twitch again in a way that very concretely said I wasn’t going to last much longer.

Applebloom moved one of her hooves to the tiny nubbin just above her pussy, and her moan doubled in volume as she rubbed over it.

Definitely not much longer at all.

“I think I’m pretty close...”

Applebloom managed to squeeze out the sentence between breaths, panting and moaning every second she could find to allow her. I had stopped any conceit of noise because I knew that the more I showed how close I was, the closer my body would acknowledge, and I so dearly did not want this to end.

If it ends, I have to think about what’s happened.

Applebloom gestured with her forelegs for Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon to stop - to just hold her there, as far down as she could manage. Applebloom bit her lip as she rocked her hips back and forth again, her hoof rubbing frantically on her tiny clit.

“Are... are you gonna... with me...?” Applebloom’s voice was barely a whimper through the breaths of air she was fighting to take. I could feel her tightening on my shaft as she played with herself.

I didn’t need any more time if she didn’t.

I nodded.

Applebloom closed her eyes and rubbed even faster. I felt her body freeze for an instant before the floodgates broke.

I allowed myself one thrust, pressing upwards into Applebloom’s pussy that was clenched so tight it felt like it might break me in half as I moved.

“Ahh–”

Applebloom managed a single sound before her voice lapsed into quiet. I felt a shiver run through her body atop my rod, and then her whole body began to shake.

“Ah’m–”

“–cumming,” I finished for her.

Applebloom leaned forward and bent her body over my chest. Her teeth searched for whatever was closest, settling on a mouthful of my shirt. She came harder than I could have imagined such a small pony was capable of.

When the first spurt of my cum shot inside her, she moaned into the fabric between her teeth, and came harder.

I didn’t manage to make a noise, but my hands clenched as I sprayed a second and third rope of cum into her welcoming slit, wrapped around the head of my cock tighter than a tourniquet. I couldn’t feel any velocity to my orgasm - the warmth simply collected on the head of my cock as Applebloom twitched and thrashed on the majority of my shaft nestled deep in her too-tight pussy. She managed to keep her hoof in place as she fell forward, and I could feel it rubbing against my bare skin as she frigged herself through the duration of her climax.

I lost count of the times I felt my balls clench. Applebloom moaned every time my cock-head twitched and coated her insides with a compliment to the load I’d delivered earlier. At least four or five. I could feel it sloshing around, a collection of liquid surrounding the tip of my penis nestled in Applebloom’s cunt.

Nothing like this could have been real.

Applebloom let out a final sigh as the last of her orgasm subsided, and mine along with it.

Though I had almost forgotten they were there, Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara reminded me of their presence as they helped pull Applebloom up off my chest, and subsequently, my cock. I was still half hard, and the sound the broke the air as the head of my dick popped out of Applebloom’s well-fulled pussy sent another twitch through what remained of my arousal.

A gush of my cum followed, splattering all over my crotch and Applebloom’s legs.

Applebloom let herself be pulled to the side and off my body before she collapsed. The wood underneath her let out a soft ‘thump’ as she met the ground with no effort to allow herself a graceful landing. To my surprise, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon followed suit - ostensibly, the task of doing full-body lifts of a pony their own size hadn’t been as easy a task as I’d imagined.

And so, the four of us lie there, basking in the resonant afterglow of the best sex I’d ever conceived of having, counting the seconds until the collective exhaustion willed us into sleep.

Sleep was two things. It was a relief, because in no part of unconsciousness could the consequences of what had just happened enter my  mind.

On the other hand, no matter how much I might like to believe otherwise; sleep had to end sometime. And that meant coming up with a way to solve the very immediate difficulties presented by the near future as a result of the aftermath of the last hour.

I clutched the wooden relic close to my chest and closed my eyes.

Real is waking up and deciding what happens next.