Five Star Service – Just Say Neigh

By Five Stars of Manehattan
Special to the New York Life and Manehattan Post magazines
April 20 issues

Editor’s note: this article, even more than the ones before, is EXTREMELY adult and explicit, and broaches fetish themes like threesomes, sizeplay and illicit drug/potion use.

For this reason, reader discretion is VERY strongly advised and we have made the decision that from here on out, the full uncensored articles will ONLY be available to New York Life and Manehattan Post readers by direct subscription. They are NOT available in our regular issues, sorry and cannot be purchased at a newsstand or online.

We know that many of our casual readers will be disappointed, but this is the compromise we were forced to make in order to fend off lawsuits and continue running the articles.

Signed,

—Hot Topic and Kalido Tema, Owner and Chief Editors, Manehattan Post and New York Life magazines.

Dear readers:

I’m told that the two magazines have finally been forced to restrict access to the articles due to their adult nature and interspecies content. I can’t say I agree with it but certainly understand the pressure they’re under.

If you want to blame anypony for this, blame me. In truth, there have been several points that various lawyers and editors at the magazines have asked me why I have to be so direct in my descriptions of sex in what’s supposed to a news article and why I can’t just imply it, or at least tone it down.

There are two reasons. First and foremost, I’m a very direct pony. Like I’ve said previously, it’s just not in my nature to be subtle, particularly about sex. If I want you, I’ll have you, and if I’m going to tell you a story that involves sex, I’m going to say exactly what happened and not dance around it. The second reason is that I don’t do anything without purpose or reason. If I want you, it’s because there’s something I like about you; if I’m sharing a story in these articles, sexual or otherwise, it’s because there’s a lesson I want readers to take and learn from it—a lesson I was forced to learn the hard way. Such will be the case here, even if that lesson isn’t immediately obvious. I promise I’m not doing it just to shock.

But speaking of shock…

Another week, another unexpected (but very welcome!) letter from an old friend and lover. I’m extremely reluctant to share this after what happened to Cayenne, but he’s insisting, saying he’s already ‘outted’ as it were. At his direct request, the letter is reproduced here with minimal editing and no redaction.

Dear Five Stars,

It’s me! Your cowcolt? I clipped a picture of myself to this letter. Hadn’t thought about you in years til I started getting letters from my kin back east, all asking about you. Didn’t know why til my Ponyville cousin said some ‘human comfort horse trainer’ was writing lies about me in the Manehattan Post. I had to send to Las Pegasus for a copy—I still haven’t been back there since… you know.

Well, for the record, I read it and there weren’t no lies in that story. It all happened just like you said, and I ain’t gonna say I regret it none neither… cause that would be a lie and my family, we pride ourselves on honesty.

But the thing is… you kinda outted me with the end of that article. See, folks in my family are named after apple breeds, and well… reckon I sent you that particular kind of apple cause some part of me really did want you to know my name. Just never imagined it would come back after so many years to bite me in the flank! So now my entire clan and town’s asking bout you, and I’m having a hard time holding them off. Guess I’m hoping if you run this letter, it’ll answer all their questions and get them off my back.

So let me start by sayin… I really do appreciate all the kind words you’ve given me, both then and now. There were lots of times I wondered if you was just using me that night and if I really did mean anything to you. But as I’ve read that article and the ones that come after… reckon I did!

Just so you know I did get your return letter, though it made for some real awkward questions from my friends to be hoof-delivered a scroll with a Las Pegasus letterhead addressed to ‘my fire-maned, fruit-flanked cowcolt’. In fact, one pony in particular saw it, and… well, don’t mind telling you it caused some real trouble. I ain’t gonna say here what kind, but reckon you can guess. That’s also why I couldn’t write back, so let me say now what I weren’t able to then—thank you very kindly for that night and all the nice things you said and did for me. Truth is, I did think about you a lot for a long time after, and there were a whole mess of times I wanted to see you again, but… in the end it’s best we didn’t. Would’ve made way too many troubles for me and my town.

I know my Ponyville cousin don’t like gentlemen none, but me, I don’t have any problems with them or what you do, really. Humans’ve been a boon to our little town too, and between them and the tours from Las Pegasus, we’re really starting to do well now. Course, we’ve had even more interest since that article of yours was run! I said back then I didn’t want folks to think that’s what Appleloosa was about, but… reckon it kinda worked out that way, as I’m now the face of our town and many of our colts—and me!—are getting a lot of looks from Las Pegasus ladies.

Ain’t sure how I feel about all that, but guess there ain’t no point in hiding it no more. You never knew my name, but I’ll say it proudly to both worlds now.

Still your friend and fire-maned, fruit-flanked cowcolt,

—Braeburn Apple

PS: Might be willing to see you again sometime, if you’re ever back out Appleloosa way. Can’t promise another ‘authentic frontier experience’, but… reckon a hug and a kiss be fine!

Wow. Just… wow.

I had to lie down after reading this one, and still find myself feeling teary and shaky now. All I can say is… thank you, dearest Braeburn, my wonderful and beloved cowcolt.

You can’t imagine how happy it makes me to hear from you again after all this time. I’m grateful to finally know your name, though I’m now kicking myself for not guessing it sooner and sparing you this kind of attention and embarrassment. It appears I included one detail too many in that article. My sincere apologies and I promise to be more careful from here on out.

Let me put your mind at ease and say again that there’s rarely been more meaningful a night for me than that incredible New Years, and I remain forever grateful to you for it. We were only together for but a single day, yet it was a day that did so much for me and one that I’ve remembered ever since. As for the rest, I can only say I’m sorry again for all the trouble I’ve caused you, and fear that like Cayenne, the publication of this letter will only be invitation for others to invade your life further. If you end up being harassed and need legal assistance or help with the media, please contact Rising Star at the Mystique or G4M’s Palisades office in Las Pegasus. I’ll make sure they’ll help you.

And yes, I would VERY much like to see you again sometime, ‘authentic frontier experience’ or no. Regardless, I will definitely take you up on that hug and kiss, though!

But for now, it’s time to describe another night to remember… though the results of this one were, when all was said and done, considerably less happy. I had just joined my new herd, and my two new herd stallions had taken me out for a night on the town in celebration for the start of what was supposed to be a three-day honeymoon.

It was nearly 3am, and our night out was over. But our night in had yet to begin…

Myself, Royal Flush and Blackjack left the theater a very hot and horny trio.

We walked upstreet discussing our favorite scenes of the just-finished Silverwing while bumping hips and exchanging nips and nuzzles, all of us reaching an unspoken agreement that it was time to retire to our hotel room… but not for sleep. The movie had shown a fantasy fulfilled, but for me, that entire night was a dream come true—I had been shown the time of my life by two attractive and attentive males, my new herd stallions…

And very shortly, they would be making love to me.

About five minutes after leaving the Grande, We reached the Wild Wubs Café, where they hired a chariot and took me on a private flight up to the cloud top of the Strotosphere spire, an in-the-air resort mecca for pegasi and griffins… giving the stallion pilots a hundred-bit bribe to look the other way while they pulled the chariot themselves. I was surprised—and a little aghast—to learn this was where we were staying for the long weekend, in a penthouse suite at the top of the spire. I can’t say I was altogether sold on that as I drank a long-lasting cloudwalking potion—flying still wasn’t my thing, and I had a touch of vertigo when we cleared the top of the buildings…

Which was nothing compared to when we set down on the cloud surface outside the in-the-air resort.

On Cloud Nine

A pegasi or griffin would be in their element in such a place, and the Strotosphere spire and cloudtop resort are indeed quite popular with winged species. But there is nothing more unnatural for an earth pony than being high up in the air, walking on a cloud. As I stepped off the chariot onto the cloud surface I felt a wave of nausea pass over me that wasn’t helped by the odd-tasting potion I just drank, and the fact that the cloud felt anything but solid, very springy and yielding didn’t help me at all.

Fortunately, RF and Blackjack had some experience dealing with that with Bluegrass and Windfall, the other Earth pony mares of their herd, whom I’d later learned they’d taken up here on their respective honeymoons as well. “Relax. Take deep breaths,” Royal Flush told me, holding me steady and breathing in and out with me until my shaking had stopped.

“You’ll get used to it. And you won’t fall. We promise,” Blackjack added, letting me lean on him. I stepped gingerly through the cloud floor towards the resort entrance, certain it couldn’t support me and I could fall through at any moment—it was a long way down! I never did, of course, but that fear remained in the back of my head for a while, and I was very happy to have something solid under me—even a tiled floor—when we stepped inside the entrance to the cloudtop resort.

My fears were momentarily forgotten as I looked around in wonder. It didn’t look much different than any other resort, except for the fact that the interior was a giant atrium suitable for flight with the gaming tables and seats all on clouds, some of them far in the air, with the in-the-air bars and restaurants having such not-so-clever names as “The Alicorn Aerie” and an elevated slots area called “The Lucky Loft.” There were griffin and pegasi darting here and there, even—somewhat surprisingly—a thestrel mare server in the mix, her dark coat, bat wings and cat-eyes not even getting a second look as she darted to and fro passing out drinks and collecting tips. As I watched she even flirted and started to make out with a griffin eagless! Wow… this place would be PERFECT for Willow! I remember thinking, wondering idly if they had any openings for singers.

“Something else, huh?” Royal Flush broke into my thoughts, smiling at my awestruck expression.

Realizing how I must have looked, I quickly closed my slack jaw. “It really is. But… without wings, I can’t really enjoy it like you two can. So forgive me for asking, but… why did you want to stay here?” I asked them both.

“Because, Five Stars…” Blackjack grinned, motioning me forward with a wing towards the stairway that led to the guest rooms. “You haven’t lived until you’ve slept on a cloud… or made love on one,” he told me in an almost-purring tone, bumping my hip again and reaching in to give my exposed neck a quick nip.

My eyes widened and breath caught at that, a mixture of emotions suddenly shooting through me. I’d had the time of my life, the movie had certainly put in the mood, and I loved the way they were treating me, but… “Um…” I stuttered, my alien surroundings still giving me issues. “I need… to get used to this first…” I told them, motioning around me and beneath me—we’d had to cross another cloud surface to get to the stairway.

“No problem,” Royal Flush assured me, the two brothers waiting to escort me across, Blackjack a little more impatiently than his brother. “We don’t have to do anything tonight if you don’t want to,” the blue poker stallion hastened to add upon seeing my indecision, though that garnered a slightly pouting look from Blackjack that was quickly silenced by a glance from his brother. And with that, the pair escorted me across the room and up the stairs to our suite, which, to my relief, had a solid floor but cloud bed and gorgeous crystalline furnishings

As we settled into our three-room penthouse—it was utterly decadent and had a spectacular view of The Street, looking straight down it—Blackjack came up to me. “You know, Five Stars…” he told me between light kisses, nosing under my chin repeatedly—I was starting to figure out he liked my neck a lot. “It was all we could do not to tuck you back in that theater,” he told me huskily, nipping at my neck above my dressline and causing me to arch my neck backwards to receive his efforts. “I mean, stroking us right there in the booth? You. Are a. Dreadful! Tease!” he accused in mock-sternness, punctuating his words with additional nips, heading lower down my front.

“Oh really?” I said a little breathlessly, desire and dizziness clashing hard in my head. “And what do you two expect a filly to do when you show yourselves off during a scene like that?” I rejoined in an effort to master my nerves, remembering how they’d deliberately displayed their stallionhoods to me during that scene…

“And did you like what you saw?” Royal Flush asked with a grin, his wings starting to flare in excitement as he went to work on my ears and nape—apparently those were his favorite spots on me. “Because if you’re a good girl, we might we willing to give you another peek…” he said as he continued to nip, sending little chills through me.

“Or even if you’re a bad girl,” Blackjack chuckled, resuming his efforts against my ears and nape. “In fact, might even be more fun that way…” he suggested meaningfully.

“Boys…?” I mildly protested, starting to pant lightly as the two brothers began to double-team me. It not that I wasn’t enjoying it, it’s that part of me remained uncomfortable with the surroundings, wanting some time to acclimate first. “I’m st-still not sure I’m ready…” I mildly protested, sensing that much more of their efforts and I’d be reaching the point of no return.

“No?” Blackjack asked, nipping at my neck again, hearing my wavering voice and recognizing the effect their combined efforts were having on me. “Let us try to get you in the mood, then…” he nickered and went for the fasteners on the front my dress, beginning to release them with his teeth one by one.

To my surprise, I gave a very needy whinny in return—they were doing their best to ‘get me in the mood’, and by Celestia, it was working! As I felt Blackjack releasing the fasteners on the front of my dress and Royal Flush working his way down my spine, slowly drawing the rear zipper on my dress backward, I felt a very strong and unlikely thrill go through me—like most ponies, I was usually naked anyway, yet being undressed, unwrapped like a birthday present was an enormous turn-on, one I never even knew I could have—like I was being bared with purpose; it was an entirely new level of foreplay I’d never experienced before.

My cheeks flushed as I felt them expose progressively more of me and my marehood quickly moistened up, I felt hot and unsteady again, this time with solid ground beneath my hooves as Blackjack nuzzled my long neck beneath my now-open dress lapels and necklace and his brother tugged my dress down from behind, undoing my tail clasp and nibbling and nuzzling his way down my hip. These two were clearly very practiced in their routine, and it was the little things that made the difference… Blackjack laying love bites on my increasingly exposed neck and nape while Royal Flush kissed each star of my cutie mark in turn, giving me a very symbolic but potent form of acceptance, if not outright worship.

Finally undressed and aroused beyond all reason or understanding, I all but attacked them as I returned the favor, tugging at their evening wear with my teeth and exposing their red and blue chests. “I want you both. Now!” I all but demanded, suddenly wondering how I was going to accommodate them at once; if I hadn’t already been so horny, the ideas I got might have made me blush.

“That’s more like it,” Blackjack grinned, his wings and stallionhood now fully erect—I’d already seen the former once, but this time it was going to be a lot more than just stroking it! “And have us you shall. But first…” to my surprise and disappointment, he left my side, retrieving a small nondescript package that had been left in the room on the crystal nightstand by the bed. “A little something for all of us…” he announced, tapping the top and making it pop open with a flare of released magic. I’m not a unicorn but all ponies possess some intrinsic magical awareness, enabling me to sense a powerful sealing and concealment spell on it.

Inside were three large potion vials, two gold and one orange. And judging by the intensity of their glow, whatever was in them was some really potent stuff. “Boosters,” Blackjack announced eagerly. “One for each of us,” he said as he passed his brother one of the gold ones and me the orange.

That gave me some pause. I don’t have anything against magical male performance boosters—they’re safe when used in moderation; Cayenne had used them (to excess) and human gentlemen avail themselves of them occasionally, usually when servicing mares in heat. But female boosters… they existed but were somewhat more questionable; they tended to compromise your wits even worse than an unsated heat did and weren’t something you would ever accept from a stranger.

And whatever these were, given their strong glow and the fact that they’d arrived under magical concealment… they were clearly NOT your typical boosters. Thus, I hesitated to take it. “These don’t look… normal…” I said, a little warily, giving the vial—and the pair—an askance look.

“We have them special made. They have a little more… kick than the average booster,” Royal Flush admitted with a slightly odd and knowing grin. “Actually, we used to use these all the time. But in fairness, we’re a little more responsible with them now. Nowadays, we don’t pull these out very often—just for special occasions. Birthdays, anniversaries and…” he grinned as well, showing his flat teeth at me. “Honeymoons. All our mares have used them and loved them, we promise.”

I stood there, badly torn. My libido was way up, I was ready for a night to remember, but something didn’t feel right; an alarm bell was ringing deep inside my head. “What will it do to me?” I asked, looking at the orange-glowing liquid like it might bite.

“It’ll enhance everything—desire, sensation, stamina… and also enable you to take a little more than you normally would,” Blackjack said in an eager but strangely coy tone that gave me further pause. “Trust me, Five Stars… you’ll have the time of the life if you take this!” he promised, popping the seal on his own.

“Bottoms up, brother!” Royal Flush said, and with that, they clinked their potion vials together in a toast and hooked their right forelegs, drinking around each other, downing the potion in one gulp, a little golden liquid like warm honey dribbling from their lips. “You too, Five Stars!” he invited, upon seeing me hesitate. “Believe me, you’ll enjoy this a lot more if you do!”

As I watched, their already-erect stallionhoods swelled larger and their apples themselves seemed to grow before for my eyes, swelling with their seed. “Part of the potion,” Royal Flush promised me, spreading his legs to show his new stature off proudly. “And part of why it’s special made. A little extra size never hurt anypony.”

My eyes went wide at that, thinking it was certain to hurt me—they’d nearly doubled their size and there was no WAY I could take anything that big! “Uh…”

“You can take us… as long you take that,” an equally well-endowed Blackjack anticipated my objection and told me eagerly, nodding at my vial, looking like it was all he could to restrain himself from jumping me right then and there. And as fun as the idea was of a pair of stallions losing control over me and taking me out of desperation and need… they’d split me open like that!

I stared at the vial for a moment, quite leerily, increasingly certain that whatever these things were, they weren’t street-legal. Like most other colts and fillies, I’d grown up being constantly told to “just say neigh” to illicit enchantments and potions, and had never considered using one before—I’d certainly never had NEED for one before! They could be addictive and dangerous; their side effects were unpredictable, varying from user to user and no decent mare would ever consider using one… but now here I was, with the two stallions of my dreams, horny as hay and being promised the greatest night of life… oh what the buck. You only live once, right? I finally decided and, overriding my remaining misgivings, downed my own as well, the thick orange slurry going down my throat…

Boosted

Almost instantly, a very heady warmth and feeling of well-being washed over me. I felt warm. Relaxed. And very excited, additional heat and blood rushing hard to my already-aroused areas, making them feel pliable and… exquisitely sensitive and tingly. It wasn’t just changes in receptivity either—I felt my breasts plumping and teats growing not unlike the pair’s shafts. My cheeks soon felt as hot as my marehood, and suddenly nothing else mattered except getting those two into me. “This… isn’t a legal booster, is it?” I had just enough cognizance remaining to ask, though I did so with a knowing—and even approving—grin, really liking the way I was now feeling.

“Well, you know us…” Royal Flush grinned, his shaft now extending nearly as far as his forelegs, moving one of them aside and stretching his body forward so I could see and admire it—and now fully under the influence of the potion, I did, knowing somehow I could and would take that magnificent specimen of maleness inside me. “We like breaking the rules,” he echoed Rising Star’s warning as he licked his muzzle, staring at me lazily like anticipating a great meal to come.

My fear and doubts now gone, driven off by the effects of the potion, my dominant side began asserting itself. “Oh really?” I batted my eyes at them, hopping up on the cloud bed and lounging suggestively on it—its surface was incredibly soft and yielding, yet I barely even noticed at that point—flicking my tail to the side and exposing my hindquarters, giving them a teasing wink with my incredibly hot and swollen marehood lips. I grinned as I saw Blackjack take an involuntary step forward at that. “How so?”

The two brothers shared a knowing glance. “Well, for starters…” Unable to restrain himself any longer, Blackjack stepped over to me and rolled me over on my back, laying his enormous black shaft right down my belly and leaving me staring it in the face, its girth nestled between my hind legs and cushioned by my still-growing breasts—the latter clearly another part of the ‘added kick’ they’d mentioned. “We like to see your face when we do it…” he said as he began laying kisses and licks down my neck again, giving slow thrusts with his hips, pressing his shaft into my belly with his own and delivering a surprising amount of pleasure to my well-plumped breasts and tingling, double-sized teats.

Though a new and not unwelcome sensation, my attention was mostly fixed on the heat of his shaft and the electric shocks of pleasure his neck nips brought me (he was really good at that, potion or no!) and I ended up clutching his head to me until he got too low on my body, giving my teats some attention, suckling me hungrily for a minute—the effect of the booster on that score wasn’t at all unlike what that one spell from my dentist friend did. Still, I didn’t quite realize his intention until he stepped all the way back and moved to straddle me, going belly to belly with me, his oversized shaft and partially flared head poised at my entrance. “It’s time, Five Stars,” he told me. “Are you ready?”

My eyes, which had been closed in pleasure, snapped open at that—like most ponies, the idea of mating belly-to-belly was extremely kinky to me, and something I’d never even considered trying before (sorry, my human lovers—you weren’t the first to show me this!) But I was hardly about to stop him; the entire night had been building up to this moment! Panting softly, I nodded jerkily and watched wide-eyed and as he spread my legs and took a deep, hissing breath as he pushed into me none too gently, barely able to hold back.

It didn’t matter. My more-malleable marehood stretched and flexed to accommodate his girth, a huge shiver of pleasure going through me as he entered. I moaned and involuntarily tightened down on him as his head slipped inside, my body all but sucking it in.

Even with the potion in me and suppressing such higher thought processes, I was still amazed at the feat—normally, when mating in the traditional rear mounting style, a stallion will only sink himself into a mare about halfway, up to his medial ridge. Yet, even with his larger size, he made it even deeper into me… halfway with the first thrust, two-thirds with the second, then three-quarters on the third… before he hit my limits; his head pushing against the entrance to my very womb.

Normally, that’d be a little unnatural and painful, but here… it not only wasn’t, but left me strangely disappointed—even though I was already filled to the brim and enjoying the feeling immensely, I wanted even more—I wanted ALL of him in me! But he didn’t pull back, instead pushing even harder forward. “Wait for it…” he grunted, his eyes closed tight shut to savor the sensation of his massive length in my potion-enhanced marehood. Then, to my renewed shock, the potion enabled even that barrier to give way, yielding to his probing, pulsing shaft and letting him push inside my womb itself, sinking himself all the way in me to the hilt! “Ah!” we both called.

“Th-that’s…” I was so stunned I couldn’t even finish the sentence—I had never felt so full in my life! My belly bulged, he was in me so deep my other organs would have had to shift aside… yet there was no pain or discomfort, only intense pleasure redoubled by the sheer kinkiness and utter unlikelihood of what we were doing…

Whatever that potion was, it was REALLY good stuff!

Despite what he was feeling, Blackjack managed to restrain himself from thrusting long enough to grin at my stunned expression. “Now you know why we like doing it this way, Five Stars—not just so we can see your face, but so we can go a little deeper!” he paused to savor the feeling of my entire body containing him before he began to thrust again, pulling about halfway out before driving his hips forward. He buried his muzzle in my neck as he did so and I clutched him to me, my legs wrapping around his hindquarters trying to pull him even deeper into me. My body was now milking him for all he was worth … every inch it now filled with thick stallion shaft and alive with pleasure that would have already brought me to a massive climax under normal circumstances. I had never been mated like this and I loved it, no longer caring about the impossibility of what we were doing or worried about the myriad effects of the potion (or side effects to come). I just wanted more. And more! And MORE!

Despite that, neither of us lasted more than a minute. I felt my own long-building climax coming on as he slammed his hips forward one final time, burying himself as deep as he could as his head flared impossibly deep inside, flooding me with his seed as he called my name.

My scream of pleasure was loud enough to crack the crystal nightstand.

The boys, I quickly learned, shared and shared alike.

I barely had time to come off that orgasmic high before Blackjack pulled out and his brother took his place and went in. Sloppy seconds were clearly not an issue with these two, or maybe it was just the potion again. Either way the same act was repeated, except that instead of going after my neck like his brother, Royal Flush made out with me directly as we mated dolphin-style, kissing and exchanging tongues with me. I’d always thought of kissing and making out as a form of foreplay and post-act cuddling, not as part of the act itself, but… in hindsight, it’s perhaps one of the reasons I was so quickly and eagerly able to adapt to humans when the time came—these two had already broken me in to some rather human forms of mating long before I’d even heard of them.

Once they’d each me had me separately, we took a brief break, laying out on the cloud bed together. Have to admit, Blackjack was right—you really haven’t lived until you’ve made love on one of those things! “Good stuff, huh?” the red brother grinned at me, showing me one of the empty vials and lounging beside me with his cock still hard, slowly stroking himself and leaving a small puddle of clear liquid on the cloud. “Ready for another round?”

Was I ever! I’d come hard twice, had my insides filled and stretched, and yet… “By Celestia, you two weren’t kidding. That was amazing! So what do we do for an encore? I asked, reaching over to stroke him while Royal Flush moved to spoon me, his shaft still partially in me.

“Good question. So what do you think, bro?” the blue stallion asked from behind me as he nibbled on my ears, his cock still halfway in me and starting to harden up again himself.

“Oh, I don’t know…” his red sibling replied in a tone that suggested he knew exactly what. “I mean, what else can we do that’s special for our newest mare…?”

“How about a double-team?” Royal Flush suggested to his sibling, though it was more directed at me than him. “So, would like to have us both do you at once, Five Stars?” he said, giving the base of an ear some more attention as he asked, Blackjack pressing close from the other side and working my neck again.

I felt my pleasure starting to build again at their licks and nips. “I… could be persuaded…” I answered a little coyly, though in reality… like so many mares that had always been one of my greatest fantasies, wondering how they were planning to both service me at once. “What… do you have… in mind?” I managed between the short but sharp little love bites they were giving me, dimly aware of a growing pressure between my hind legs. I felt… full, and not just from the stallionhood still inside me, reaching down to feel how incredibly swollen and sensitive my teats had become.

Trust Blackjack to notice. “I think she’s ripe, brother,” the red stallion noted, rolling the mass of a large breast in his hoof, the stimulation of the oversensitive and laden flesh causing me to shiver and a trickle of milk to come out a double-sized teat.

“So she is…” Royal Flush agreed, reaching down himself, causing me to moan as they started making little circular motions with their hooves against the tips of my nipples. “Thirsty?” he asked with a grin.

“You know it!” Blackjack rejoined, and as one, they shifted around so their heads were between my legs, holding them apart while they each latched on to a nipple.

The withdrawn shaft left me feeling empty, but it was quickly forgotten and forgiven as both stallions suckled hungrily at my teats, drinking my potion-produced milk like eager foals, feeling me shudder beneath them—breast and nipple play usually isn’t as big a thing with ponies as I’ve learned it is with humans, but every so often you can find a mare or stallion that was really into it—my dentist friend was one and so was Willow, but these two…

Well, they took it to a whole new level, even going so far as to use my oversized breasts to stimulate their large cocks, taking turns laying their lengths between my mammaries and pressing their swollen mass into them from either side. Yet another item that would later carry over to my time with humans…

Seriously. Considering their near-human tastes and a sexual aggressiveness that was very unusual for stallions, I almost think these two were male humans in a previous life.

I came from such stimulation more gently but came nonetheless. When they heard my happy sigh, they changed positions and emphasis, Blackjack laying alongside me while continuing to work on my teats while royal Flush went lower… and stuck his tongue in my very hot and slick marehood. “Ah!” I cried out at the unexpected touch and the boys grinned at each other but didn’t stop, working both parts of my femininity at once. Oral, I later learned, was something Royal Flush was willing to do but, like most stallions, Blackjack was not… though his interest in my neck and nipples more than made up for that. He knew what physical features on a mare he liked the most, and I could certainly appreciate that!

Another ten minutes and two orgasms later, my milk was (momentarily) drained but my two new herd stallions were hungrier than ever, ready and eager to enter me again. This time, Royal Flush took the lead—the brothers not only shared, they always traded off who got to go first—and he was soon buried in me again, this time a little more traditionally (as in, from behind) while Blackjack looked on, stroking himself while lounging out beside me—and was he ever surprised when I reached down to take his shaft in my muzzle!

Not that he complained. The brothers were particular about just one thing, I later realized… and that’s that they only wanted to touch me, not each other. The only time they balked was when I later offered to go down on them both simultaneously; they apparently had something against the idea of their stallionhoods touching… like that would somehow make them colt-cuddlers or something.

But such qualms were of no consequence just then as I serviced Blackjack orally while Royal Flush in turn serviced me, his organ head not as deep as before though it was certainly trying, pushing at my womb again. Wanting even that void filled, I shifted around, trying to get it to go but even as large as it was, it wasn’t long enough to reach from that position.

Royal Flush noticed my frustration. “I’m sorry, Five Stars. Let’s both take you properly, then…” he said with a glance at his brother, who grinned like he’d just been cued. Royal Flush gently turned me around to face him, my marehood pivoting on his massive shaft until I was belly to belly with him. “Just relax,” he told me between kisses, his muzzle finding mine and our tongues beginning a renewed dance. “You’re going to love this…” he promised as I heard his brother shifting around out of view, and I had no doubt he was telling the truth…

Though I was still very unprepared for the sudden feeling of a stallion shaft pressing at a certain other orifice beneath my tail. “MMmph!” I protested, weakly shaking my head, but Royal Flush silenced me with another kiss and begin thrusting into me again, sinking himself impossibly deep into me like I’d wanted him to again, distracting me while his brother’s fluids began seeping into my other opening, lubricating it. “W-wait…! I don’t… I n-never…” I managed to get out but Royal Flush shushed me with a kiss.

“Don’t worry… you’ll love it!” Blackjack said very huskily, positioning himself properly for the act, in a tone that suggested he wouldn’t stop even if I told him too. “Have we been wrong about anything so far?” he asked me as his brother pulled my barely-resisting legs wide, baring me beneath my tail.

I still wasn’t sure, despite all—being taken beneath the tail is something you hear about colt-cuddlers doing; it’s rarely done to mares—and regardless, the idea of it had never been something that appealed to me (though I can honestly say I never thought about it before that either!) Here, though, I found my tail involuntarily shifting aside again as the potion de-inhibitors and sheer idea of both brothers inside me at once overrode any final misgivings—they promised to take me both at once, and this was certainly a way to do so!

Royal Flush held still—and held me still—while his brother pushed into me with a grunt, I gave an involuntary gasp as I felt his head slip in past the initial resistance, my body yielding to a second intrusion, accepting a second stallionhood. Even with the potion it was a little uncomfortable at first, but that quickly melted away to be replaced with a feeling of fullness and fulfillment as he gave some slow thrusts, sinking another inch or two each time…

Both stallions now inside me, they gave me—and each other a grin and began thrusting as one, holding me in place with their forehooves, eliciting cries of pleasure from me with each push. My mind swam as the potion’s influence reached its peak; I could feel every inch of their shafts inside me; every vein, every throb, every wonderful drop of their pre-seed as it was squeezed from their enormous shafts.

Their increasingly forceful thrusts rocked me, sending me spiraling to higher and higher levels of ecstasy and in return my body drew them deeper, squeezing and milking their length until their apples themselves were slapping hard against my rear. In a daze and feeling like I was all but ready to melt, my head briefly turned to look at us in the mirror over the crystal dresser opposite the bed…

And it was there I saw myself, sandwiched between two stallions, one in my marehood and another beneath my tail.… being taken as I’d never even imagined possible before. I felt their bodies tense, their muscles contract and their heads flare deep within me once more as they climaxed explosively, calling my name and taking me in a way I’d never experienced before or since. My mind reeling and my sensitivity and receptivity heightened by the potion beyond all reason, I felt a torrent of their seed flood me, the pair claiming me as one for their herd…

I came so hard I passed out.

And so the rest of the night went, though I remembered progressively less of it as we went along. The potions allowing us quick recovery times and suppressing all inhibitions, we went at it like the animals I always have to convince potential human lovers that we’re not, each round leaving us wanting even more. I tried positions I’d never even dreamed of, did things I never even would have considered…

Things I would have not only considered uncomfortable, but vulgar or vile before.

Lost in the influence and effects of the potions, “kinky” lost all meaning that night. I wore a harness and riding bit as I was ridden, tried on a collar and leash, and—now that they knew I was willing to do oral—I was taken simultaneously from both ends (“spitroasting” as I’ve heard humans refer to it, though being an herbivore I really don’t like that term), and at the end… I deep-throated both of them in turn without any effort; no gag reflex, no regret…

And no thought of the heavy price we were all going to pay for it.

In between rounds, we talked and snuggled and I even preened them both, as I’d originally learned to do with Cayenne—which, by the way, was something else I normally didn’t like doing because of the taste and feel of feathers in my mouth and between my teeth. Here it didn’t matter though, and they certainly appreciated my efforts. I’d never gotten Cayenne off that way as preening pegasi tends to be more a foreplay and intimacy thing than outright sex, but given my skill and the ongoing influence of the booster potions, they both came quite hard from it, their wings almost painfully splayed.

The potions finally spent and us along with them, we collapsed in a heap of sweaty bodies in our cloud bed around sunrise, and didn’t stir again until well into the afternoon. As I drifted off to sleep with my desires sated and deepest fantasies fulfilled, snuggled between two equally spent stallions whose herd I now belonged to, I remember thinking that if I died right then and there, I’d die a very happy mare…

I just never thought that would very nearly come true.

When I first started writing this, it had been my intention to tell the whole story of that night in one go, not just half of it. But reading it now, I think it’s best left off here. Perhaps receiving that letter from my cowcolt warmed my heart and I don’t want to remember an offsetting hurt right now. Or perhaps I’d just rather remember the good of that night before I get into…

Well. Needless to say, I was only too right about that booster potion. It wasn’t legal and as it turned out, for very good reason. Its immediate effects were spent but its aftereffects…

The consequences of that night would be far-reaching for us all, and later… a cautionary tale for both gentlemen and mares alike.

Every serious adult story should have some non-adult chapters... and some that are REALLY adult and kinky. This is one of the latter, which, hard to believe, I actually toned down just a bit. Hope you enjoyed the ride!

Thanks again to Permanent Temporary and Demon Eyes Laharl for the pre-read and some recommendations.