Track B: Two's Company, Three's Ménage à trois (Silver Belle Edit)

Warning/ Disclaimer: The following chapter contains graphic depictions of copulation between three animated equines and is strung together by hentai logic. If you are liable to find this offensive the writer suggests that you either stop reading or select another outcome, however feel free to whine about how clop is ruining the site in the comments section. I’ll be here not caring.

Having Your Cake And Eating Her Out Too

Written By: Your Antagonist

Track B: Two’s Company, Three's Ménage à trois (Silver Belle Edit)

As he reached the top of the stairs, Pound cast a wary glance over his shoulder to make sure nopony was watching him. The earlier incident with Silver Spoon was still bothering him. He was almost certain that it was him she’d been staring at with those merciless purple eyes, but for the life of him, he simply couldn’t figure out why. They had no history with one another and he was fairly certain that he’d garnered her absolute contempt in the brief time they’d had to introduce themselves.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he pushed through the door to his room, not even bothering to shut it as he threw himself upon his dearly missed bed. He melted into the sheets with a contented, stress-relieving moan. He was physically and mentally blown from the party service and all he wanted to do was sleep, yet for some reason he knew that even if he closed his eyes he just wouldn’t be able to drift off. Something was eating at his thoughts, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. Well, he had an inkling.

With a sigh, he turned his head and stared at the far wall of his room which was coated with posters of old films, outdated athletes and musicians who hadn’t put out albums in ages. It took him a moment to find what he was looking for between an old album advertisement for Trot DMC and a Wonderbolts poster: an old promotion of Sweetie Belle’s from when she earned her first big break in the music industry. It was his favorite out of the bunch.

He cracked a weak smirk as he took in the curvature of his former foalsitter’s radiant, smiling face. Looking at it always brought back fond memories of days long past. He could recall that after she had tucked him safely under his covers and checked under the bed for foal-eating monsters, she would kiss him goodnight. His hoof absently brushed across the spot on his forehead where she would plant her lips, remembering the soft, velvet skin against his coat, even giving him goosebumps of pleasure as a foal.

And on the nights when he had trouble sleeping, Sweetie would proudly display the talent that made her future profession obvious by singing him a passionate lullaby. In fact, if he closed his eyes, he could just barely hear her voice. “Hey, Pound?” the voice of the Sweetie Belle called to the recesses of his mind. For a memory, the voice was strangely clear. “Pound?” the curiously non-distant voice asked again. Pound opened his eyes and glanced nervously around his room. The voice had been far too real to be a mere memory. He was ready to blow it off as nothing more than some unusually loud white noise from the party when it called to him again. “Hey, Pound, are you in there?”

“Sweetie Belle?” he asked, puzzled.

“Oh, good, so you are in there,” she said, sounding relieved. “Umm… can I come in? Silvy and I have something we’d like to ask of you… if it’s alright with you that is, we don’t want to bother you too much.”

“Uh…” Pound scratched his head in thought. “Sure, I guess, I’m not doing anything really important.”

“Are you sure?” Sweetie Belle asked. She sounded anxious for lack of better word.

Pound was about to open his mouth to say that he was, in fact, okay with the pair coming in, when the decidedly sterner voice of Silver Spoon said, “Just get in there so we can get this over with.”

“Hey, don’t push me!” Sweetie Belle whined as she slid into his room. She snorted at her lover before turning away with a huff. “Anyway, as I was saying, Silvy and I have something we’d like to ask you.”

“That you’d like to ask him,” Silver Spoon corrected in a bitter tone.

“Silvy.”

“I just don’t see why it has to be me.”

“Because you have more time since you work from home—”

“I have the ability to do most of my work from home,” Silver Spoon argued.

“—you don’t have to work in front of an audience or the Canterlot media—”

“Isn’t this the kind of thing that fans and tabloids go absolutely crazy for?”

“—and because you really love me and would do anything for me.”

“I’m starting to wonder…” Silver Spoon ceded sardonically.

“Thanks, Silvy.” Sweetie Belle rewarded the earth pony with a quick peck to the cheek, to which she earned a playful sneer from her lover.

“So...” Pound interrupted, garnering the attention of the lovers. “What did you two need from me again?”

Sweetie Belle and Silver Spoon looked at eachother, and then back at Pound. “You ask him,” Silver Spoon said, taking a step back.

“Fine, fine,” Sweetie Belle said, rolling her eyes. Nervously, she chewed her lower lip and trotted up to the bed. “Look, Pound.” She sat down next to the colt. “I’m about to ask you something… really, really weird.”

Pound almost snorted a challenging chuckle at the unicorn’s claim. After growing up in a household where morning greetings from bath tub scuba divers was the norm, he seriously doubted there was anything Sweetie Belle could say to him that would legitimately surprise him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Silver Spoon trot up to one of his bookcases the look in her eyes critical as ever they scanned across rows upon rows of backlogged comic books and dusty novels before her eyes fell upon the only other piece of furniture—if it could so be called as such— in the modestly sized room.

“A beanbag chair? Really?” Silver Spoon snidely asked, pushing up her glasses as though to say, “What is he, twelve?”

“Silvy,” Sweetie Belle called as though to say, “Shut up and be civil.”

“Fine.” Silver Spoon huffed as she flopped onto the beanbag. “Gah, this thing’s so itchy, what’s it made out of? Diamond Dog fur and wool?”

“Silver Spoon,” Sweetie Belle said with a tone of finality in her voice, “It’s already hard enough for me to ask this without you complaining.”

“Hey, I should be allowed to complain: this affects me more than it’s going to affect you.”

To this Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes.

“Right, and what is going to affect her and how does it concern me?” asked Pound.

Sweetie Belle sighed and looked the colt directly in the eyes. “Pound, if Silvy and I were to ask you for a really, really big favor... do you think you could keep it a secret?”

A curious smirk pulled at the corners of Pound’s mouth. “Sure.”

“I’m serious, Pound. Nopony could ever know. Not your mother, not your father, not your sister, not even Pinkie Pie. If it ever left this room, it could ruin us, do you understand?”

The smirk melted off of Pound’s face as quickly as it had come. He couldn’t remember ever having seen Sweetie Belle so serious before. Still, he was curious about whatever had her so on edge that she couldn’t just come right out with it. “Yeah, absolutely. I swear that I won’t say a word, but what do you need?”

Sweetie Belle shuffled her hooves nervously as she deliberated whether or not she could trust his words. Finally decided, she answered him. “Silvy and I…. we… we want you to help us get pregnant.”

“Help me get pregnant is more like it,” Silver Spoon muttered under her breath

Pound could feel the muscles in his jaw snap at the proposal and almost break away completely as Sweetie Belle placed her hooves on his. Picking his jaw up off the floor, he met the unicorn’s hopeful emerald eyes with a look that suggested she had thrown a monkey wrench into the gears of his mind.

“I know this is really sudden,” Sweetie Belle continued, “But I promise that we’ll do everything we can to make it worth your while if you say ‘yes.’”

Really thinking about it, Pound had no reason not to say ‘yes.’ He wasn’t seeing anyone at the moment and if anything he was just going to furiously masturbate before turning in for a few hours. As far as his his little hormone addled brain was concerned, he’d been offered a fast pass out of his virginity. Still, something wasn’t adding up. “Before I answer you, can I just ask one question?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well, you could’ve asked any stallion to do this for you, and I doubt anyone would say no, so... why me?”

Sweetie Belle gave a relieved smile; this was going to go even more smoothly than she’d anticipated. “Pound, the reason we’re asking you is because—”

“Because it’s convenient,” Silver Spoon cut-in quite dryly.

“You don’t have to be so cut and dry about it,” Sweetie Belle protested.

“Well, that’s the truth isn’t it?” Silver Spoon asked, to which Sweetie Belle offered nary an argument. The pewter pony then turned her daggerlike eyes on Pound and proceeded to elaborate on her earlier statement. “As much as I hate to disappoint you, there’s really no special reason that we decided to ask you; you’re just more convenient and, according to Sweetie, discreet than the alternatives.”

“Discreet?”

“We both agreed that we didn’t want to resort to artificial insemination and while we considered hiring a stallion to render his, ahem, ‘professional services,’ there were too many potential risks to be considered. S.T.Ds, scandals and extortion just to name a few. But you on the other hoof...” She pushed her spectacles up and the light in the room reflected off the glass ominous glare. “...you wouldn’t say anything that could potentially ruin Sweetie Belle’s music career, would you?”

Like a blade forged of cruel rhetoric, Silver Spoon’s words cut Pound’s subconscious to the bone, drawing forth not blood but rather resentment towards the business mare. While he couldn’t see what Sweetie Belle saw in her, he could definitely see why she needed to employ a cheesy goon like Bold Front to conduct her business for her, and it wasn’t because of chauvinistic male capitalists. Her social skills simply sucked.

“Silver Spoon, that’s enough,” Sweetie Belle said sternly.

“Hmph.” The earth pony turned away with a snort, leaving Pound back in the care of Sweetie Belle’s benevolent hooves.

“Pound…” the unicorn said as soothingly as her slightly agitated tone would allow. The colt barely met her gaze.

“That’s the only reason why, huh?” he asked, a note of disappointment evident in his voice. “Convenience?”

“I’d like to tell you there’s a little more to it than that, but it’s just like Silvy said.” Sweetie Belle shook her head and sighed. “I know it seems cold, but you need to understand that we’ve been at eachother’s throats over how to go about this for the last four months, and this is just the perfect low-key opportunity that we’ve been waiting for. You… you don’t have to say ‘yes,’ but you don’t know how much it would mean to us if you did.”

“Can I take a minute to think this over?”

“Of course, take all the time you need.” Sweetie Belle slid off of the bed and made her way to Silver Spoon, where the couple would await Pound’s answer with bated breath.

Pound groaned and held his head in his hooves. He had no idea what he’d been expecting when Sweetie Belle and Silver Spoon trotted through his door earlier, but it certainly wasn’t this. Still, despite knowing that he was merely a means to an ends for the pair, a request from Sweetie Belle wasn’t exactly the sort of thing he could just ignore. “Hey.”

“Have you made up your mind?” Silver Spoon asked.

“Yeah.”

“And...?”

“I’ll do it.”

“You will?” Sweetie Belle asked, eyes wide and starry.

Pound nodded.

Sweetie rushed forward to bury his face in her chest as she crushed him in a bear hug. “Thank you so much, Pound, you don’t know how happy this makes me.” The unicorn looked back to her grey companion. “Silver Spoon, isn’t this great?” She gushed to her lover.

“Oh, joy.” The earth pony jokingly replied in a monotone voice, garnering a pout from Sweetie Belle. Silver Spoon smiled at her lover’s expression, and Sweetie’s took a sunnier turn as a result. “So, now that we’ve got your consent, shall we get started?”

“Mmmhm,” Sweetie Belle nodded.

“Sure,” Pound agreed.

“Right.” Silver Spoon joined her lover and the future father of her child upon the crowded bed, where the three would sit in an awkward silence.

“So…” Sweetie Belle absentmindedly drew circles in the mattress with her hoof.

“Yeah…” Pound scratched the back of his head, “Getting started...”

Silver Spoon only cleared her throat uncomfortably.

It was at this moment that all three of the room’s inhabitants arrived at the same unanimous conclusion, realizing that not a one of them had any clue as to what the hell they were supposed to be doing.

“Hey,” Silver Spoon called to Pound. “Get this whole thing started up already.”

“Me?” Pound asked, flabbergasted.

“Yes, you’re a stallion, aren’t you?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“It means that you’re supposed to know what to do, so hurry up and fuck me already.”

There they were. Those magical words that Pound feared he’d never hear even once in his high school career— if phrased a bit more crudely than he’d hoped. The colt often speculated about the day he’d lose his virginity, whom he’d lose it to, his state of mind, and so on. He always visualized himself confidently taking charge of the situation to make the first move on the missus he’d be entertaining, whispering smoother-than-silk one-liners into her ear before taking her down for a savage, passionate rutting.

And yet, here he was, faced with the real deal only to find that nothing was playing out like he’d imagined. The absurd smoothness he’d exuded in his fantasies was nowhere to be found, and for some reason, he suddenly felt very small and inept, afraid to even speak on the off chance that his voice would match the meekness he felt at the moment.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Silver Spoon asked impatiently. “Let’s go.”

“Uhhh... heh, o-okay...” Pound swallowed nervously. “No problem, just let me...”

“Tch. What's wrong with you?” Silver Spoon pressed, her tone growing notably more agitated with each word. “Are you going to do this or not? We don't have all night.”

“Yeah, sure, but I just, y'know, I need a moment.” Pound caught Silver Spoon’s glare burning a hole through his forehead and quickly averted his eyes to the floor. Fortunately for him, before Silver spoon could say anything to further intimidate him, Sweetie Belle jumped in to his rescue.

“Pound, is something wrong?” the unicorn asked sweetly.

Pound glanced nervously between Sweetie Belle's soft sympathetic features and the impatient, almost predatory look in Silver Spoon's eyes. He didn’t want to disappoint either of them, but he just couldn’t go on stalling for time either. With a sigh, he finally ceded to his nerves and came right out with it, “The thing is… I'm nervous, okay?”

Where Silver Spoon scoffed in disbelief, Sweetie Belle beamed a patient, understanding smile and placed a hoof on his thigh. “You're nervous?”

Feeling flustered by Sweetie Belle's approach, it was all Pound could do to hesitantly nod in response.

“Why are you nervous?”

“Well... the furthest I’ve actually ever gone with a girl was making out with some random filly at a party before Pumpkin jumped in and screwed everything up. She does that a lot for some reason… can’t even talk to girls...”

“So you’re a virgin?” Like a flung tomahawk, Silver Spoon's deadpanned assessment ripped through the air before cleaving what little of Pound's self-esteem remained, in two.

“Errr, yeah...” Pound admitted, lowering his head in shame.

Silver Spoon shook her head and sighed. “Great…”

“Silvy, be nice,” Sweetie Belle scolded.

“But he’s useless.”

“Be. Nice.”

“Hmph. Fine.”

“Thank you.” Sweetie Belle turned back to Pound, making sure to honey up her voice before she spoke. “So, it’s your first time, huh?”

Pound’s ears and shoulders slumped, providing Sweetie Belle with all the response she needed. Beaming with radiance enough to rival the sun, the unicorn gently rested her hoof under his chin and tilted his head up so that she could better meet his gaze with her brilliant green eyes. “Are you sure that you’re okay sharing your first time with myself and Silver Spoon?”

Blushing, Pound shyly and meekly answered. “Yes.” Even though Silver spoon absolutely terrified him, so long as it was Sweetie Belle asking, there was no way he’d be able to bring himself to say no.

Sweetie Belle giggled warmly at the colt before leaning in to plant a firm kiss on his cheek. “Okay then, just leave it all to us. We’ll take good care of you.”

Pound’s mind was absolutely swimming at the thought of letting the two visions of beauty in front of him having their way with him. “Leave it...all to you?”

“That’s right,” she said, guiding the colt’s head to her bosom, where she would mindfully stroke his mane and nuzzle him. “We’ll do whatever you want us too until you’re satisfied.”

“What...ever?” Pound barely managed to ask as he melted into Sweetie Belle’s coat, burrowing his nose into her intoxicatingly fine fur. He breathed in deep and was rewarded with a scent he hadn’t experienced since his childhood. Closing his eyes, Pound could see his former foalsitter rocking him to sleep, the smell of lilacs and Sweetie Belle’s gentle serenade carrying him to his slumber.

“Mmhmm,” she cooed into his ear with a voice like vocal honey. “Your wish is our command.”

It should go without saying that the sudden volunteering of joint services didn’t ring well with a certain third-party. Slightly annoyed, Silver Spoon sidled over to Sweetie Belle and hissed into her ear. “What do you mean we’ll do ‘whatever he wants?’”

“Well, we did said we’d make it worth his while if he gave us what we wanted, right?” Sweetie Belle reasoned.

“You said that. You.”

“Well, I was speaking for both of us,” Sweetie Belle insisted.

“Tch, you—”

“And besides, isn’t it easier to catch flies with honey rather than vinegar?” Sweetie Belle tilted her head to the colt who had become mere putty in her hooves.

Silver Spoon rolled her eyes “Okay, fine, fine, I get it. Can we just get this over with already?”

“That’s the spirit, love.”

“Hmph.”

“Like I said, don’t worry about it so much, try to have a little fun with it.”

“Have a little fun with it she says…” Silver Spoon mumbled as she allowed her gaze to drift to the stallion— child, if she was being blunt about her feelings— who would be fathering her child when something between Pound’s thighs simultaneously caught her eye and dropped her jaw.

Sweetie Belle, made curious by her marefriend’s outburst, followed Silver Spoon’s gaze to see what the overreaction was all about. She didn’t have to look particularly long or hard to see what Silver spoon was making fuss was about. “Oh my…”

“Umm...” Pound glanced shyly between the shocked looks of the older mares. “I-is something wrong?”

“N-no, Pound, nothing’s wrong, we were just… surprised is all.”

“It’s bigger than our strap-on back home...” Silver Spoon said absently.

“I’ll say.” Sweetie Belle drew a hoof down her little colt’s soft belly. “I guess your body isn’t the only part of you that really grew up after all this time, huh?”

“Heh, I guess.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll take gooood care of this, but first…” Sweetie Belle brushed her lips along Pound’s ear and whispered, “Tell us what you want, and be honest.”

If this was a dream, Pound prayed to Luna that he would never wake up. He nervously cleared his throat. “I want you to…”

“Yes?”

“I want you to… to use your mouth on it.”

“Oh, my, you said it so boldly too.” Sweetie Belle leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Mmm… okay, I’ll give you what you want, but this thing looks a little too big for me to take care on my own.” She trailed one of her silky, soft hooves down the sensitive underside of Pound’s erect cock. “Do you mind if I bring a friend along?” Sweetie Belle fluttered her eyelashes at Silver Spoon who returned the gesture with little more than a glare.

“S-Sure,” Pound stuttered, as Sweetie Belle brought her hooves up for another pass on his throbbing member.

“Thank you, Pound,” Sweetie Belle said as she loosened her grip on the colt, sliding out from behind him to join Silver Spoon’s side. “Now, why don’t you just lay down,” She gently pushed the colt onto his back and spread his legs, “And we’ll take care of the rest; sound good?”

Pound nodded his compliance.

“Good boy.” Sweetie Belle gave his thigh a solid pat before turning to her other half. “You ready to do this, Silver Spoon?”

The pewter mare’s face was slowly growing pink. “...I just want to get this over with already.”

“Awww, you’re blushing, that’s so cute.”

“I really hate you sometimes, Sweetie.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Stupid bitch,” Silver Spoon teased softly.

“But I’m your stupid bitch,” Sweetie Belle said innocently.

“You really are.” Silver Spoon leaned forth and locked lips with her sweetheart, the two pressing against each other aggressively, but with a passion.

As they parted from the kiss, Sweetie Belle drew a hoof along the curves of her love’s chin, taking a moment to appreciate the spark in those amethyst eyes. “Let’s get to it, shall we?”

“Fine, but you go first,” Silver Spoon insisted.

The unicorn turned her towards Pound with a mischievous look in her eyes. “With pleasure.”

Time seemed to drastically slow down for Pound, watching Sweetie Belle fulfill a fantasy he’d sworn was as likely to occur as the third coming of Nightmare Moon. As Sweetie Belle’s lips drew nearer and nearer, Pound clenched his eyes tight in anticipation. He could feel a knot of nervousness begin to tighten in his gut as her hot, moist breath blew around his sensitive nethers. She’s almost there, he thought, I can’t believe Sweetie Belle’s about to— “Ah!”

Contact.

As Sweetie Belle’s lips met the tip of his cock, Pound could feel himself tense up. He whimpered softly as his former foalsitter dwelled on the head, nibbling, licking and suckling on it, arousing sensations from his flesh that he could never attain with hooves alone. Sweetie Belle gave a small chuckle at her beneficiary’s immediate reaction and opened her mouth slightly wider to accommodate his girth even further. The colt’s eyes began to roll into the back of his head as Sweetie Belle’s warm, perfect tongue melted the underside of his cock, allowing her to glide down his shaft with ease.

As she began her ascent, it seemed as though Sweetie Belle was going to try and take a little more of him into her mouth, but much to Pound’s disappointment, she pulled clean off of him, robbing him of his stay in euphoria. He opened his eyes and saw that Sweetie Belle was frowning hardcore at an especially scarlet faced Silver Spoon.

“Silvy, aren’t you coming? I can’t do this alone you know.” The unicorn pouted at her partner.

Silver Spoon—whose face was now the absolute portrait of reluctance—swallowed hard and leaned forward. Pound could swear that he felt the heat radiating off her face grow more intense as she neared. Unlike Sweetie Belle however, Silver Spoon took a different approach to the issue, opting to stab the sensitive underside of Pound’s rod with her decidedly sharper tongue, dragging it skyward at a torturously slow pace. Pound could feel his thighs and ass clench up as the intense, sharp sensation pierced him like a blade’s tip.

“That’s it, Silver Spoon, go slowly.” Sweetie Belle encouraged, brushing a strand of hair out of the metallic mare’s eyes.

“Shut up.” Silver Spoon spat—literally and figuratively—before dragging her razor sharp tongue across Pound’s length for the second pass, earning a grunt from the colt.

“Just trying to help.”

“Then why don’t you get back down here and ‘help’?”

“Thought you’d never ask.” Sweetie Belle briefly pecked Silver Spoon’s cheek, before joining her marefriend back on the shaft.

Pound could barely contain himself as the couple worked his dick in tandem, Silver Spoon cutting across his flesh like a saber while Sweetie Belle coiled her tongue around his circumference like a serpent. Pound glanced down at the pair so he could appreciate the fact that this was, in fact, happening and was met with the determined looks on the couple’s faces. It was like they were trying to outdo one another, each of the mares trying to see who could force Pound to make the most effeminate expression or heave the biggest gasp. He was ready to declare it a tie when Sweetie Belle snatched his cock away from Silver Spoon and wrapped her lips around it, much to Pound’s pleasure. She’d only managed to give the thing a proper welcome back kiss before Silver Spoon seized and pulled it out her lover’s mouth.

“Hey, don’t get greedy! This is a team effort, remember?” Silver Spoon scolded. A moment later she started to nibble on the shaft, using her teeth with just enough pressure to produce a more intense sensation but not enough to hurt the receiver.

“Oh? But, I thought you didn’t want any of this,” Sweetie Belle teased, prodding the tip of the cock with her hoof.

“Hmph, I just want to do my fair share is all. Can’t have you saying that you did all the work—” Silver Spoon interrupted herself to slide her lips down to Pound’s swollen testicles. “—when you hardly even work for a living.”

The comment struck Sweetie Belle right in the budding inferiority complex, causing her to involuntarily bite down on Pound. She scarcely noticed when the colt yelped in pain. “Oh, really now?”

“If the horseshoe fits,” SIlver Spoon said smugly as she helped herself to the now vacant head.

“Well, it’s not like I bring in most of the income or anything, not at all,” Sweetie Belle retaliated before slurping up her lover’s saliva trail.

“Yeah,” Silver Spoon snorted, “Exposing yourself to every manner of perverted degenerate in Canterlot by wearing those skimpy show costumes sure seems to pay the bills.”

“Hmm, that’s odd, you don’t seem to complain when I wear those ‘skimpy little costumes’ to bed.”

At first, Pound wasn’t sure if he should interrupt the warring lesbians, partially because woe be the man who should throw himself in front of that blade that is the female tongue, but mainly because they held everything that granted him the privilege of being called a stallion—literally— in their hooves. Then he noticed something odd.

“Overpaid exhibitionist,” hissed Silver Spoon.

Despite the vehement venom dripping from their words...

“Overworked ice queen,” Sweetie Belle growled.

... there was never a trace of animosity upon either of the mares’ faces. If anything, they appeared to be smiling as they crossed verbal blades with each other, and that’s when it hit him.

“Soft-hearted bubblehead,” Silver Spoon huffed, inching back towards the cock provided.

They didn’t fight because they were upset.

“Stone-hearted bitch,” retorted Sweetie Belle, seizing and pulling Silver Spoon’s ponytail towards herself with an aura of green magic.

They fought because the aggression turned them on.

In an instant, their lips enveloped Pound’s shaft. Their tongues met around his girth in a sloppy melee, soft lips desperately reaching and rubbing around him in an attempt to meet. They were working together now, sweet rage driving them to please the colt and each other as much as they possibly could. Pound nearly chipped a tooth from gritting his teeth, but it was all he could do to endure the dual-fronted assault.

Sweetie Belle watched Silver Spoon become more assertive in her fellation and smiled a dubious smile, pulling her lips off the shaft. “Well, you look like you’ve got this under control, so I think I’ll just help myself over here,” she said, though Silver Spoon regarded her lover’s words as little more than an afterthought as she took the now vacant cock into her mouth.

The occupied earth pony didn’t even notice that Sweetie Belle had swept behind her on the bed and barely registered Sweetie’s hooves seizing the sterling spoon cutie marks on her flanks. She did, however, take notice and whinny in surprise when her fiancé planted a french kiss on the only other pair of lips that weren’t presently being stuffed by a hot, throbbing meat rod. “Sw-Sweetie Belle!” she gasped as the unicorn teased her tongue through the flesh curtains of her marefriend’s already moist pussy.

“Hm?” Sweetie Belle hummed in response as she lapped up the metallic mare’s sweet love nectars.

Silver Spoon turned her head to scold Sweetie Belle. “Don’t just suddenly start doing th~aaat~♥,” she moaned as Sweetie Belle disregarded her warning and continued to probe the earth pony’s sensitive vaginal walls with her tongue.

Sweetie Belle pulled her tongue out, swallowing a mouthful of Silver Spoon’s juices as she went. “But we’ve got to get you nice and wet for your first real rutting,” Sweetie Belle insisted. “Besides, you don’t want to disappoint Pound, do you?”

“Well, I—”

“Didn’t think so.”

“H-Hey!”

Sweetie Belle didn’t waste anytime pulling Silver Spoon’s hips back towards herself, ravenously burying her muzzle into the earth pony’s marehood. Silver Spoon gave a very apparent jolt as Sweetie Belle caressed her folds, spreading natural lubricants and saliva wherever her tongue glided.

“Oh, fuck!” Silver Spoon whined, anxiously throwing her hips back against Sweetie Belle’s lips. “Right there, baby, right… fucking… there!”

Pound couldn’t help feeling a bit neglected as he watched the lesbians frolic. Still, the display before him more than made up for the fact that he’d been rendered as little more than an afterthought. He watched in amazement as the powerful, granite-like mare who’d marched into his room commanding both his fear and respect with her stature alone was broken down into a pathetic, whinnying mess before his very eyes. A glance at Sweetie Belle revealed an assertive glint in her eyes that hadn’t been there when she first entered the room. It was as though the pair had traded yin for yang in their descent into debauchery. An interesting contrast to their respective non-sexual alter egos, to be sure.

At some point, Sweetie Belle pulled her lips away, swiftly replacing them with a hoof. “How close are you, Silvy?” she asked, rubbing Silver Spoon’s clit in fast, focused circles.

“I’m close, I’m so fucking close…” Silver Spoon whimpered.

“Oh, you are, huh?”

Silver Spoon, now lost in the euphoria of her own body, could barely respond, “Oooh, keep going, just a little more, just like that...”

“You want me to make you cum?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Silver Spoon moaned, rubbing her snatch against the unicorn’s hoof.

“You really want to cum that badly?”

“Mmmhmm…”

“Then I’ll let you cum,” Sweetie Belle’s lips curled up in a cruel smirk, “But not just yet.” She pulled her lubricant slickened hoof away and watched with sadistic delight as Silver Spoon’s hips shook and shuddered from the sudden denial of climax.

“Sweetie Belle…” Silver Spoon whined in mourning of the orgasm that would never be.

“Now, now, I told you I’d let you finish didn’t I? But I need you to do something before I do.”

“What?” Silver Spoon growled, irritated that she’d been declined released.

“Stand up and turn around.”

“Huh? Why?” For Silver Spoon’s inquisition, she was rewarded with not an answer, but rather a swift hoof to her backside that caused her to yelp out in surprise.

“♪Because, I said so♪,” Sweetie Belle hummed.

This was a side of Sweetie Belle Pound had never seen before. The unicorn as he’d known her had always been a gentle and passive soul who couldn’t harm a fly, but after that little display, he could easily envision her brandishing a riding crop in a studded latex corset and thigh-high boots. Note to self: save that mental picture for later, he thought.

Scowling begrudgingly, the earth pony did as she was told. Standing up, she spun around, giving Pound a perfect view of her backside. Well, almost perfect. Sweetie Belle didn’t miss a beat as she seized Silver Spoon’s tail and hoisted it up, exposing her lover’s precious lady parts to their young onlooker.

“This is embarrassing…” Silver Spoon groaned, pushing up her glasses.

“You like that?” Sweetie Belle asked, taking care to make Silver Spoon yelp with another solid slap to the hindquarters. “You like the way Silvy’s big ass jiggles when I smack it?” Sweetie Belle generously struck Silver Spoon’s reddening flanks for a third time, allowing Pound to see each hypnotic ripple that traveled across her pewter derriere.

Sweetie Belle drank in the mesmerized expression on Pound’s face and decided to push her pitch further. “Yeah, I bet you just want to stuff that fat thing into this tight, little pussy of hers, don’t you?” she asked, spreading Silver Spoon’s swollen mound, exposing the glistening bright pink flesh for its future occupant to marvel upon. “Wow, just look at how wet she is, she’s practically dripping. I think she’s ready for you, Pound. It would be bad manners keep her waiting. Are you ready?”

Pound’s mouth worked uselessly as he searched for the right string of words that would appropriately convey that his body was ready. They wouldn’t come, but Sweetie Belle had a good idea of what he couldn’t say.

“I think he’s ready,” Sweetie Belle giggled. “Come here, Silvy,” she said, pulling her beloved’s hips towards the main event of the evening.

“Go slow... go slow... go slow...” Silver Spoon urged.

“Don’t worry, Silvy, I’ve got you,” Sweetie Belle reassured as she stood Pound’s already Northbound cock straight up for smoother penetration.

Pound, still bewildered by the circumstances, had to once again remind himself that he wasn’t dreaming. This was it. His first sexual experience with a mare ever. It seemed so surreal, watching Silver Spoon’s drooling pussy draw nearer and nearer. He winced as her vaginal lips kissed the head of his swollen cock, her juices dripping and drizzling down his hot shaft. Even though he hadn’t pushed in yet, he could already feel Silver Spoon’s pussy trying to suck him in.

“All right, Silvy, here we go.” Sweetie Belle eased Silver Spoon down, the earth pony whimpering and panting as Pound’s hard meat entered her. “Nice and slow...”

Pound found himself doing his best not to chew through his tongue as Silver Spoon’s warm, slick walls crushed around the sensitive penile skin. Second by second, inch by agonizingly pleasurable inch, Pound watched the length of his cock disappear into Silver Spoon, enveloped by an indescribably pleasant heat and pressure.

“Fuck,” Silver Spoon cried, “It’s going so deep...”

“Just a little further, baby,” Sweetie Belle encouraged, stroking her marefriend’s metallic mane as she guided her. “Take it all, Silvy. Good girl, good girl.”

“Mmmm… he’s filling me up, I can’t fit any more…” Silver Spoon said.

“Yes you can, just bear with it. You’re almost there.”

“Oooh… fuck… fuck…”

“There you go, Silvy. There you go,” Sweetie Belle buried her muzzle into Silver Spoon’s neck and marveled at her marefriend’s impressive feat. “Wow, you took every inch of that fat thing…”

“I… I did?” Silver Spoon gasped in disbelief.

“That’s right.” The unicorn rubbed her other half’s belly fondly. “How is it, honey? How’s your first real cock feel?”

“Better than any toy,” Silver Spoon moaned. “The real thing’s so hot and thick. We might need to get one of these for home.”

Pound wasn’t sure whether or not to take offense to the fact that he’d been objectified as little more than a flesh-covered dildo, but with Silver Spoon’s quivering pussy teasing around him, he was more than willing to overlook the remark. Hell, had Sweetie Belle not spoken at that moment, he’d have offered his own services to the task.

“Hehe, maybe, but first things first: are you ready to start?” the unicorn asked.

“Yeah…” Silver Spoon replied breathily.

“All right, I’ll help you move.” Sweetie Belle swung her leg over Pound’s midsection, straddling his belly as she wrapped her forelegs around Silver Spoon’s waist.

“Do it, slow.” Silver Spoon turned her head and placed a hoof on Sweetie Belle’s cheek, urging the unicorn to move her face closer.

“Whatever you want baby.” The lovers shared a passionate kiss, Sweetie Belle taking care to slip her lady some tongue before lifting the earth pony up. Pound felt a surge of overpowering satisfaction as Silver Spoon ascended. While he couldn’t see it, he could certainly feel her release a stream of warm, creamy lubricant all over his length, the thick fluid tickling him as it drizzled down to his balls. It felt even better as Sweetie Belle guided Silver Spoon back down, immersing Pound back into the damp heat he’d come to love.

As a purr of ecstasy escaped Silver Spoon from another successful grind, Sweetie Belle sashayed her tail in delight, unaware that she was batting Pound across the snout and nostrils. The sweet aroma of her spa-cured tail was the first thing to hit him, sending him into a trance as he indulged himself on the scent of lilac shampoo. The fanning of her two-toned tail wafted another curious scent his way, this one a lewd combination of sweaty flesh and sweetness that did not offend so much as it aroused. He realized that he was being treated to the scent of Sweetie Belle’s arousal and it was more tantalizing than anything he’d ever been treated to in his parent’s kitchen.

Silver Spoon ascended and slammed her rump back down sending another jolt pleasure through Pound, but he bit his lip and bore with it, keeping his eyes glued to the marshmallow mare-parts before him. Despite the fact that he was fucking Silver Spoon—a happenstance for which he was eternally grateful—he couldn’t help but fantasize about what Sweetie Belle must have felt like in comparison. Another moan from Silver Spoon met his ears, shaking him back into the wonderful reality before him.

The spot on his chest where Sweetie Belle sat had grown warm and wet with her juices as she rubbed her aching pussy along him, unable to sate the lust and jealousy she felt from watching her marefriend pleasured in a way she could never emulate. To compensate, Sweetie Belle sought out Silver’s clit and began stroking it mercilessly, taking care to keep the earth pony’s hips pumping in a steady rhythm.

“No… not there…” Silver Spoon protested weakly, unable to fight back against the fierce stimulation now pouring into her from two fronts.

Sweetie Belle giggled and decided to up the ante, trailing her tongue along Silver Spoon’s ear, sending shivers down the pewter pony’s spine. Between Sweetie Belle’s careful caresses and Pound, who’d given in to his baser impulses and finally followed his urge to start bucking up into her, Silver Spoon was starting to lose herself in the act and her body wasn’t too far behind either. Amidst the ravaging of her body, she could feel something welling up with her. Something wonderful, that built and swelled like a torrential stream amidst the walls of a frail dam and she wasn’t sure how much longer she’d be able to hold it in before it came bursting out, but she couldn’t wait.

Out of the blue, Sweetie Belle bit down on Silver Spoon’s ear, causing her to cry out in a combination of pleasure and pain. As her flesh succumbed to rapture, she leaned back against the unicorn, melting into her soft coat while the impending release continued to grow with each frantic thrust Pound threw into her. She could feel him more coherently now, swelling up and growing hotter within her as she pulsed and squeezed around his girth. She found a strange satisfaction in the effeminate whines the colt made with each immersion, licking her lips as she imagined what pathetic, emasculating expressions she brought to his face with each grind.

Without realizing it she’d started fucking him on her own, Sweetie Belle having refocused her efforts towards stroking what Pound’s dick couldn’t and nibbling at Silver Spoon’s neck. It brought the earth pony great pleasure to hear him moan: “I’m close—oh Celestia—I’m so close.”

“Oh, are you?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Y-Yeah,” Pound shakily answered back.

“Silvy... he’s getting close…” Sweetie Belle cooed, trailing a hoof up along the earth pony’s chest and neck.

“Me too, baby.”

“Hmmm… what should we do?”

“I don’t know.” Silver Spoon was scarcely paying the dialogue any mind, focusing all of her attention on the pressure in her pelvis trying desperately to force its way out.

“Should we let him take over? Let him mount you so he can fuck that pretty pussy of yours from behind? So he can rut you senseless until he pours all of his cum right into your thirsty little womb? Huh?”

“Ngh… n-no…” With Sweetie Belle whispering such dirty words into her ear, Silver Spoon couldn’t help clamping down on Pound like a vice.

“Mmm… I think you want it like that.” Sweetie Belle took to tracing along Silver Spoon’s lips as she spoke. “I think you want to be taken from behind like dog, broken until the only thing that’ll ever be good enough for you is this dick. Isn’t that right?”

“Th-That’s… not…true...” Silver Spoon could feel herself being taken over the edge, everything in her world becoming little more than a blur of color and sensation.

Another thrust.

Her vision went blank. She shuddered violently as a jolt of electricity raced up her spine, causing her neck and back to arch uncontrollably. That wonderful sensation that she’d been aching for somehow seemed so much closer, so much more feasible. It was just begging to be released, but alas, the flesh of an inexperienced male is a fragile and finite thing, not good for much more than a few minutes worth of use, and certainly not enough to properly satisfy an older, more worldly missus.

Silver Spoon could feel a very apparent twinge of disappointment as her flesh dildo cried out: “I’m… I’m coming!”

“Don’t hold it back, Pound,” Sweetie Belle encouraged, much to Silver Spoon’s annoyance. “Just let it all out. Silvy’s gonna take it all, so don’t be shy.”

Let it out he did. Silver Spoon could feel the moment when Pound’s bloated dick erupted, twitching violently against her walls as it shot glob after glob of his unbearably hot semen into her, coating her insides with such volume that it would have been the equivalent of drowning a mouse with bavarian cream. Silver Spoon rolled her hips, pumping for every drop that her pussy could milk him for. She could feel it settling in her uterus, the excess drizzling down, growing cold on her vaginal walls and rigid source of origin.

“Good, let it all out,” Sweetie Belle encouraged, rubbing her lady’s undoubtedly full belly. “How’s it feel, Silvy?”

“I can feel it right here, it’s still warm too.”

“Isn’t it great? We finally…” Sweetie Belle took a moment to let the realization sink in. “We can finally have a foal of our own.”

“Heh, yeah…” Silver Spoon rubbed her shoulder uncertainly. “I just hope I’m ready for this, it’s a huge step after all.”

Sweetie Belle gently stroked Silver Spoon’s cheek. “You’ll be a great mother.”

Silver Spoon offered a skittish smile in return. “So will you.”

Silver Spoon shared a tender kiss with her future partner in parenthood before turning her attention to their generous donor. Regardless of the brief stint of intimacy she’d shared with the colt, she felt no warmer towards him than the moment they met, but she had to admit there was something about his stupidly blissful post-climax face that she found strangely endearing, adorable even. This was the face of the colt who was going to father her child. Much as she wanted to speculate on what the child would look like based off of his features and build, she couldn’t linger on him for much longer.

Silver Spoon eased herself off of Pound’s surprisingly still-hard cock, thinking to herself how toys would never come close to the pleasure. She hadn’t taken into account how much of Pound’s seed would come drooling out of her once she she was off completely, and was promptly shocked at the small torrent that spilled out.

“Looks like you’ve got a little—err, a lot on your thigh,” Sweetie Belle giggled.

Silver Spoon’s pink cheeks said everything for her.

“Want me to clean you up before we head back downstairs? It’s the least I can do since you’re going to be doing the hard work in ten months,” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Y-Yes, please,” Silver Spoon said, still a little embarrassed.

“Alrighty then.” Sweetie Belle hopped off of Pound and the bed, making her way to the floor. “Just sit on the edge of the bed and I’ll take care of it, okay?”

Silver Spoon obliged and crawled over to the edge, looking away as she spread her legs, not wanting to see anymore of the spent semen drip out. Still, it was a little unsettling when she could feel Sweetie Belle staring at her slit marvelling at the small stream that was pouring from it.

“Wow, there’s really a lot isn’t there? Good job, Pound, we’re sure to be pregnant with this.”

“Oh, just shut up and do it already, will you?”

“With pleasure, honey.” Sweetie Belle placed her hooves on Silver Spoon’s inner thighs and pushed her love’s legs apart so that she might better accommodate Silver Spoon. The unicorn wasted no time getting right into it, sucking and scooping out the remainder of Pound’s seed with her tongue. Silver Spoon sighed in contentment as Sweetie Belle got more into it, mindfully massaging every orifice she could reach.

Like a bear trap, Silver Spoon’s thighs clasped tight around Sweetie Belle’s neck and hooves, rendering the unicorn helpless and immobile.

“Silvy—ngh— what are you—ungh— doing?” Sweetie Belle asked as she tried to fight her way out of Silver Spoon’s thigh lock, to no avail.

“Helping someone here keep their promise, that’s all.”

“What are you talking about, I didn’t—”

Ignoring her lover, Silver Spoon turned her attention to Pound who was watching the scene in relative confusion, but more importantly watching at seventy five percent arousal. “Hey, you’re not satisfied yet, are you?” she asked.

Pound tapped his hooves together nervously. “Well, I…”

“You want a little more don’t you?”

Pound looked at Sweetie Belle, who was still struggling against Silver Spoon’s leg lock, then back at the smug-faced earth pony.

“It’s all right, be honest,” Silver Spoon encouraged. Pound nodded shyly, and was rewarded for his honesty by Silver Spoon gesturing to her marefriend’s hindquarters. “She’s all yours, Pound.”

“Silver Spoon, what do you think you’re doing?” Sweetie Belle hissed.

“I already told you, didn’t I? I’m helping you keep your promise.”

“What are you—”

“Didn’t you promise him that we’d make it ’worth his while’ until he’s satisfied? His wish is our command, right?” SIlver Spoon watched in delight as all the color drained out of Sweetie Belle’s already colorless face.

“But… that doesn’t… I mean—”

“Don’t think about it too much. Just consider this payback for volunteering me to push a foal through my vagina.” Silver Spoon pulled Sweetie Belle’s chin up and kissed her, remarking to herself that whoever said revenge was sweet should have had their taste buds checked; the taste was more akin to anger and three minute old semen.

Sweetie Belle glowered up at her captor and growled, “I’m going to get you for this later, Silvy.”

“I love you too, honey.” Silver Spoon watched in amusement and anticipation as Pound shuffled up behind her marefriend and quite timidly placed his hooves on Sweetie Belle’s rump.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he asked.

“Pound, wait, we can—mmmph!” Pound would never hear what Sweetie Belle was about to propose as Silver Spoon shoved the mare’s face back down to where she needed it most.

Silver Spoon flashed an arsenic laced smile at the colt. “A promise is a promise, right?” She leaned forward and grabbed Sweetie Belle’s two-toned tail, exposing the unicorn’s marehood for the colt’s prying eyes. “Now get to it.”

Pound lingered for a moment, admiring the part’s of Sweetie Belle that he’d fantasized about for nights upon nights since he’d learn how to masturbate. It was as perfect as he’d always dreamed of it being; pristine, practically untouched. The glisten on her labia told that the unicorn was as wet as she’d been when she was straddling his belly.

Swallowing back any remaining timidity, he allowed instinct and desire to take over as he lined himself up behind Sweetie Belle’s pussy. On account that her mouth was ‘preoccupied’ for lack of a better term, he could barely hear her yelp as he pushed into the pussy of his dreams. Almost immediately the difference between the two mares became heir apparent. If he had to compare the two, he’d have to remark that Silver Spoon was noticeably looser than Sweetie Belle. It was almost as if the unicorn had never been penetrated before, and if Pound had been more savvy to which of the lesbians played the role of pitcher vs catcher, he’d have known that was precisely the case.

With Sweetie Belle’s face buried in Silver Spoon’s lap, he couldn’t see the pained expression on the unicorn’s face as he absentmindedly pushed through her hymen. She was certainly far more tense and rigid than Silver Spoon, but that only encouraged him to push in further. It was almost painful for him as he’d came mere moments ago and was decidedly more sensitive this time around, but he clenched his jaw and bore with it. He slid inch after inch into the unicorn’s well lubricated slit, stopping only once he’d felt as though he’d break her if he went any further.

This is it, he thought, It’s… it’s like a dream come true, I’m actually doing it with Sweetie Belle! Pound was living a moment that every red-blooded, star-struck stallion in Canterlot would have given both of their forelegs to even savor so much as four seconds of. For this brief period in time, as he laid claim to not only a mare of Silver Spoon’s caliber, but the hottest Equestrian idol since Sapphire Shores, he was the embodiment of the adolescent male dream. Had his legend not been sworn to secrecy, he would be hailed as a demi-god and issued a flagon of mead every time he stepped out of his bedroom door.

Silver Spoon smiled at the triumphant look on the colt’s face, wondering if that’s what he’d looked like while he’d been intimate with her. A whimper from between her legs, garnered her attention and immediate sympathy. “There, there… it’ll get better,” Silver Spoon whispered, stroking the whimpering Sweetie Belle’s mane.

Pound drew himself out slowly and pushed back once, then twice, testing the waters so to speak. For the colt, every second of this encounter was purely about sating a pent-up lust that had haunted him since puberty and he wasn’t about to waste a second of it laying idle. Having loosened up Sweetie Belle considerably, he pumped his hips with a serious fervor, sliding himself in deeper and withdrawing just as quickly. She gave another cry, but again it was muted by Silver Spoon. He slammed back in even harder now, grunting as her pussy tightened up around him as though it were trying to halt his advances, but it only made the struggle snuggle feel so much better.

He began to pump into her gradually now, mechanically even, his ears focused purely on the sound of his wanting flesh slapping against her welcoming, wide hips. He looked down and smiled as he saw her flank-fat jiggle and ripple with each press. This was wonderful, but the whole scenario was only made better when Silver Spoon allowed her to whine out in frustrated pleasure, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Her voice hit his ears like a serenade, though her voice cracked somewhere near the end of her little tirade, but it was all he needed to bring it harder. He wrapped his forelegs around her soft, almost squishy waist and allowed himself to go absolutely feral. He stuffed her virgin pussy with as much of himself as he could as often as he could, keeping his ears keen to the constant stream of swear words and moans that escaped her. Even as an unsettlingly familiar tingling sensation in his loins made itself apparent, he did not offer her any reprieve, only more dick.

Seeing as he was fucking on borrowed stamina from his initial climax, he was surprised to find that he was already at his limit, but he wasn’t done. He was determined to wreck these coveted hips until Sweetie Belle couldn’t walk straight, to own her fine, shapely ass, to make his cock the only thing she could not live without. As the heat and pressure built up in his loins, he was dead-set on absolutely drenching her insides with his load, and he would have too, had Silver Spoon not spoken at that moment.

“Wow, honey, he looks really focused…” she leaned down and whispered into Sweetie Belle’s ear: “...I think he’s going to cum soon.”

“Wh-What?!” Sweetie Belle gasped between thrusts.

“Oh yeah, I think he wants to fill you up, too. Greedy little thing isn’t he?”

“Si-Silvy?”

“Hmmm… I dunno…”

“I’m—hah— I’m gonna cum!” Pound grunted.

“Silver Spoon!” Sweetie Belle urged, now wiggling and struggling in an attempt to free herself from the possessed pegasus’ clutches. Little did she realize she was only adding to his excitement.

Silver Spoon couldn’t help the smirk spreading across her face. Watching Sweetie Belle’s flushed, distressed features as she pleaded for her lover’s assistance was a pleasant and very welcome change from the dominating personality she’d grown so accustomed to in their bedroom back home... not that she minded playing bottom for Sweetie Belle, the unicorn could really bring the thunder, though until now she never took what she doled out. Still, as a up and coming performer, Sweetie Belle’s figure and her image of being an unattainable tease were the lifelines of her career, and a pregnancy so early in her career would practically end her.

With a remorseful sigh, Silver Spoon loosened her thigh lock, allowing Sweetie Belle to turn around and push Pound off and out of her. She made it just in time to catch a stream of hot ejaculate to the chin, lips, and nose. Sweetie Belle opened her mouth to complain, but a second, unbelievably well aimed jet of semen found her debating whether or not to swallow a mouthful of salty discharge.

Silver Spoon glanced between her coughing, cum soaked fiancé and the absolutely spent Pound Cake, and began to laugh at the scene around her. Sweetie Belle scowled at Silver Spoon for making light of what could have been a catastrophic predicament. “Hey, what’s so funny?” she asked angrily.

“It’s—heh— it’s nothing, Sweetie,” Silver Spoon said. She swiftly moved to change the subject. “We should get you cleaned up. You still have a performance downstairs for Apple Bloom and Scootaloo later, and you know we can’t let your sister see you like this.”

“She’d never shut up,” Sweetie Belle sighed.

“Exactly.”

“Hey, Pound?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Huh?”The colt called dazily from the floor.

“Where’s the nearest bathroom?”

"It’s, uh…” he shook his head to gather his thoughts, as post ejaculate exhaustion began to set in, “It’s down the hall, by Pumpkin’s room.”

“Got it… and umm…” Sweetie Belle shyly approached him, her cheeks an adorable shade of pink on her white coat as she leaned down and kissed him firmly on the lips. “Thanks for helping us out.”

Considering how mere minutes ago he was rutting Sweetie Belle senseless, it was a bit silly that something as simple as kiss would render him a stuttering mess, but nonetheless that’s precisely what happened. “Y-Yeah, no problem. I’d be glad to help you anytime.”

“Careful, Pound, I might just hold you to that. I take my promises very seriously afterall.”

“I’d look forward to it if you did,” he said with a newfound boldness.

Sweetie Belle beamed at the colt, before turning for the door—hobbling slightly, which did nothing more than boost Pound’s ego. “Silvy, aren’t you coming?” she called behind herself.

“Yes, dear, just wait in the hallway, I’ll be along in a minute.”

“Hurry, I think this stuff is starting to dry!”

“All right, all right.” Silver Spoon turned her sharp eyes on Pound, who swallowed nervously

“Uh, is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Not especially,” Silver Spoon said, her voice having regained its trademark cold conciseness. “I was just wondering what our child’s going to look like based on your looks is all. Well, that and I also wanted to say… ‘thanks’, I suppose.”

“Like I said before, it’s no big deal,” he chuckled uncertainly, wondering if his cheek was going to freeze over.

“Silvy! It’s getting all crusty!” Sweetie Belle called from the hallway.

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Silver Spoon turned to Pound and grinned. A curious change in her default expression of “I will murder you with my glare”. Without word or warning, she darted forward and pecked the colt on the cheek. “See you back downstairs, Pound,” the earth pony said, disappearing into the hallway.

Pound reached up and felt his cheek, half out of shock that Silver Spoon had expressed open affection towards him, and half out of fear that the spot she kissed was going to freeze over. Still, even odder than the kiss was the fact that, as far as he could recall, that was the first time this evening that Silver Spoon had called him by name.

With a sigh, Pound retired back to his bed, not especially caring how unpleasant the sheets were to lie upon what with the unsettling amount of bodily fluids that had dried upon them. He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply as exhaustion took over and was sound asleep within minutes, a tired but victorious smile painted across his features.

As the colt slumbered, he would be ignorant to the world around him, unaware of the third party who would also steal a kiss from his lips on this night. A jealous, ashamed little voyeur who’d observed the height of his evening from the keyhole on his door. Stepping carefully into his room so as not to make a sound, the observer gazed fondly upon the sleeping colt even going so far as to nuzzle into his sweat-soaked coat for the sake of savoring his post-coittal scent.

This was as close as the outsider would ever be able get to the object of her affections; unconciousness. He was so close and yet she would never be able to truly hold him and be held, though she could always watch him from a distance. With a resentful sigh, she leaned down and took his lips for the final time that evening and whispered, “Sweet dreams… you little dweeb.”

The End

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