Author's Notes:

SMUT WARNING:

This chapter is positively filthy. Do not read in a public place. Seriously. Wait until there is absolutely no chance you will be disturbed before indulging in this utter lewdness.

Due to me being a massive waifufaggot for a certain somepony, I may have went overboard with some of the explicit details. You have been warned.

Edited by JimboTex and Regreme

“So… You did it?”

A sheepish grin crept over Tink’s muzzle, accompanied by a slight blush. “Um… yes,” she told the awestruck pegasus, her ears flattening a shade.

It was Friday morning, and once again, everypony was at work. Or at least, nearly everypony. Fluttershy had decided to take the day off, and was currently sat on the living room couch next to Tink, her eyes full of wonder and questions falling out of her maw.

“Was it… scary?” Fluttershy asked, grabbing Tink’s shoulders with shaking forehooves. The pretty mare was shaking from ears to tail, it seemed. “I… I’d like to be more… i-intimate with Kye, but… well. He’s just so… big,” she confessed, the last word melting into a nervous whimper.

Tink blushed. “I guess it was a little scary at first, but then it was just… wonderful,” she breathlessly assured, the memory of the previous night surfacing.

The feeling of his bare skin pressed against the fur of her barrel, his weight pinning her down into the mattress, the sensation of his rock-hard stallionhood penetrating her most intimate area to the threshold of comfortable capacity. Her heart fluttered at the thought, and a wave of arousal washed through her nethers. She wanted nothing more than to be his mare again. That’s what she’d planned to do, in fact, until she’d heard Fluttershy’s quiet knock on the door…

“Is he here?” Fluttershy asked, nervously biting her hooves. Her eyes darted from left to right, and she appeared to be having trouble sitting still for more than a few seconds.

“He’s still in bed, I think,” Tink replied, her muzzle scrunching up at the faint, yet pleasant scent permeating the air. “I… can go and wake him if you’d li-eep!”

Fluttershy grabbed Tink by the shoulders again—only this time, her pretty yellow wings hugged the grey pegasus close as she stole a fleeting nuzzle, their cheeks meeting in a moment of bliss. It was over in an instant, and Fluttershy almost immediately gave a look of horror.

“I’m so sorry,” she squeaked, shuffling backwards over the couch cushions. Her ears dropped flat to her mane, and her wings snapped to her sides. She looked as though she was about to burst into tears, but a torrent of emotion flew from her mouth instead. “I’ve been having a little trouble with my heat lately and you just looked so adorable just then I couldn’t help myself I-humphh-” She jammed one of her hooves in her mouth, regarding Tink with big tearful blue eyes. Several strands of her long, silky pink mane chose that moment to fall over her face, partly obscuring one of her pretty blue orbs.

Tink was near blindsided by a wave of empathy. “I… I-It’s okay,” she stammered, arousal still heating her core. “I know how you f-feel…” The wave of empathy slowly morphed into something different. Something that was relatively common among herded mares, but something that Tink had only felt the first stirrings of with Lyra.

On tepid hooves, Tink closed the distance between them, blindly trusting that she had judged the older pegasi’s signals correctly. A little voice in her head told her to wait, while another pointed out there would be time to properly get to know Fluttershy first. Tink ignored both of them, instead letting her heart take the initiative.

“If… If you need my help with anything… I…” Tink trailed off, desperately searching for some form of validation from the yellow coated mare. She paused, doubt clawing at her mind. Her confidence began to collapse like a card tower in a light breeze, until Fluttershy’s wings sprang wide once more.

The soft embrace of feathers cocooned Tink, gently brushing over her shoulders and easing her into a delicate hug. Fluttershy’s forehooves quickly joined her wings, her tear filled eyes still not giving much away. “Just… I… You’re so pretty,” the pink-maned pegasus whispered, their cheeks rubbing against one another once more.

The seductively sweet scent of vanilla and strawberries caused Tink to get lost in her own senses for a moment. She closed her eyes, sliding her forehooves over Fluttershy’s barrel, and letting her muzzle part further into that perfect, glossy pink mane. Fluttershy’s words were not lost on Tink, either. She took the compliment in her stride, her confidence redeemed. “N-Not as pretty as you,” she countered.

Fluttershy let out a snort that sounded more like a squeak. “I think you’re prettier. Look at this gorgeous mane,” she marveled, delicately running a pedicured hoof through Tink’s hair. “No wonder Kye likes you so much…” Tink couldn’t stop herself leaning into the caress. Her cheek shifted amidst their continued affectionate nuzzling, so much so that their lips touched.

A temporary paralysis washed down Tink’s spine. She had not meant to be quite so bold. She waited helplessly for a rebuke, but Fluttershy appeared just as terrified and unable to move.

Panic gradually fading, Tink slowly pulled back, gazing breathlessly into Fluttershy’s eyes. For a brief moment, her face was unreadable. Tink’s ears fell, before twitching erratically as Fluttershy pressed their lips together again, her eyes fluttering to a close.

That was all the encouragement Tink needed. She allowed her tongue to gingerly probe at the older mare’s mouth, and her wings to extend beneath Fluttershy’s to brush up against her inner flight muscles. The yellow pegasus squeaked into Tink’s maw, her lips parting, her hooves shifting to Tink’s back to pull her in closer. Yellow chest fur met grey, the contact spanning down to lower abdomen.

An exotic excitement clouded Tink’s thoughts—never had she gone so far with another mare before. The mares of her old herd had never showed any interest, and the feeling had been thoroughly mutual for her. Fluttershy, however, was quickly causing her nethers to slicken with need. Tongues massaged one another, whinnies of pleasure slipped from pressed muzzles. Hooves roamed over wing joints, knowing just where to touch to elicit yet more pleasured moans.

Tink basked in a sweet scent rising up from their union—a blend of vanilla, with a hint of something erotic and distinctly feminine. She shifted her hind legs into a more comfortable position, and suddenly felt a pleasant warmth against her mounds.

Fluttershy flinched, breaking their heated kiss. “Oh… My,” she gasped, her cheeks burning with arousal and shame. She backpedaled into the arm of the couch, revealing a sizeable damp patch where she’d been sitting. “I’ve n-never kissed anypony like that before,” she squeaked, her wings spread wide, pulsing in time with her heartbeat.

Tink grinned sheepishly again. “Did… Did you like it?” she asked, her own wings ignoring her command to fold away.

“I… Yes, but… I think you just made things worse,” Fluttershy whined, abandoning her usual composure and thrusting a forehoof between her hind legs.

Tink brought a hoof to her chin, intrigued by Fluttershy's plight. The dreaded itch was terribly unpleasant, but she knew Fluttershy needn’t suffer through it. “I may have an idea… If you’re up to it…”

The gentle “click” of a door latch roused Kye enough to open one eye. He spied the decorative artex pattern on the ceiling, quickly deemed it thoroughly uninteresting, and closed his eye again. Today would be just another boring day in captivity. No point getting up to sit around and twiddle his thumbs downstairs. Besides, it was comfortable in his bed. There was a distinct lack of mares, that much was apparent, but at least he wasn’t sweating from being intertwined with those hot little ponies.

It was really the only major drawback of sharing a bed with his marefriends—the uncomfortable difference in body temperature. They were quite delightful otherwise. Whilst he’d learned they found him nice and cool to snuggle into, it was like sleeping with several fur-covered hot water bottles for him.

Lyra had given him her usual morning kiss before she’d left for work. He’d given her the look, but she’d just chuckled, swatted him with her tail and threw him one of her trademark eye rolls. ‘I don’t have time for another shower, and I’m not going to work smelling like a street-trotting comfort whorse again.’

Rarity had ended up sleeping at her shop—something about a large Sapphire Shores order—and Tink had slept in the spare room again, despite several offers from both him and the others to share the master bed. Octavia… Well, Octavia had woken up shortly after Lyra had left for work, rolled over, yanked down his shorts with her teeth and sucked the cum from his dick like a fucking champ.

Kye had a sneaking suspicion she still felt a little guilty for “scorching” him, despite him insisting every time the matter came up that he hadn’t minded at all.

His thoughts drifted back to his youngest marefriend. He made a mental note to try and make Tink feel more at home when he finally rose from his pit. Maybe she would come around if he spent more time with her? Sleeping with her had been amazing, despite the little hiccup afterwards. He’d thought that finally being intimate would have been enough to get her to integrate with the oth-

The door latch clicked again, more loudly this time. “I think… I think he’s still asleep,” said Tink’s soft voice.

Oh? Just what are you up to, Leafbutt?

“Are you sure? Oh, I don’t know if this is such a good idea, Tink,” whispered another soft, and achingly familiar voice.

Kye’s heart fluttered in his chest, a fitting homage to the mare’s namesake. Butterball is sneaking into my room! Curious as to their intent, he remained still, feigning sleep. Their light hoofsteps were barely audible, muffled by the thick carpet covering the bedroom floor.

“I’ll wake him up,” Tink squeaked, and Kye felt the covers shift slightly. Her slight weight barely stressed the mattress springs at all. He felt her hooffalls right up to his chest, and cracking an eye open slightly, he spied her grabbing the covers with her teeth. A moment later, and Kye felt cool air on his chest, followed by soft hooves. He decided to have a little fun.

“Kye-eeeep!”

With a bodily roll, his arms captured the pegasus and gathered her lithe form to his chest. A swift kick of his left leg sent the blanket flying off the bed. It landed on Fluttershy, who gave an adorable little squeak and tried to flap her wings. The resultant twitching, blanket-covered blundering antics that ensued were hilarious.

Releasing Tink, Kye leapt off the bed, pinning down the edges of the blanket with his feet. C’mere, Feathersqueak. He gathered up the blanket-covered pegasus in his arms, catching a lungful of heady vanilla scent that made his cock suddenly tent in his boxers. Woah…

Almost dizzy from shock, he began to lower Fluttershy to the bed. She fell out of the blanket, hitting the sheet with a light “POMF”. Her wings splayed out, as did her mane. She held her forehooves up to her chest and nervously gazed up at him, her ears flat and those gorgeous blue eyes as wide as saucepan lids.

“What’s going on here?” Kye managed to croak out, his eyes practically watering from the irresistible scent filling the room. That is some god-of-gods-tier ambrosia. His cock twitched in his boxers, Fluttershy’s eyes pinging to the movement like a magnet. Her tail twitched in response, almost yanking it away from covering her nethers, before her hind legs intervened, gingerly folding over her core.

“W-We were just wondering if… um…” Tink faltered, her own blue orbs now transfixed on his tenting shorts. “Um…” she licked her lips, her wings popping from her sides, her gaze becoming half-lidded and hungrily taking him in as it drifted up to his face. Damn, Leafbutt, those are some weapons-grade bedroom eyes…

“I’ll… J-Just be going,” squeaked Fluttershy, finally managing to tear her gaze away from his crotch. She made a move to get up off the bed, only to fall down twice on shaky legs. “I… Um… The beavers have been building dams again-”

Kye’s face fell. “Are you sure you’d rather not stay?” he asked, sliding a palm over her cheek. His fingertips slipped into her mane, tracing a small pattern on the back of her neck.

All he got in response was a squeak that turned into a rather lewd moan. Her ears danced in her mane, trying desperately to reach his fingers as her tail flagged behind her rump. The mare’s eyes snapped shut, arching in bliss as her hind legs gave out yet again. She flopped onto her side against the mattress, one of her wings sticking up into the air and twitching erotically in time with her heartbeat. “I guess I could stay for a bit,” she sighed, matter of factly, her eyes still sealed shut and a happy grin on her muzzle.

Kye beamed at her. “Great!” He scooped her up, chuckling at the adorable “eep!” that flew from her muzzle as he crawled back into bed next to Tink. Depositing the butterfly pegasus on one side, he pulled Tinker Breeze into the crook of his arm on the other. The grey mare snuggled into his chest, a forehoof caressing his chest hair and a wing tickling his abdomen. Kye stroked his fingers through her gorgeous red and black mane.

Tink quickly brought her muzzle to his ear. “Fluttershy needs your help,” she whispered, half nuzzling his neck. Kye glanced at the mare in question. She was fidgeting at his side, her hind legs squeezing together and her cheeks reddening. She attempted—unsuccessfully—to hide behind her wings when she caught him looking at her.

“What do you mean?” Kye whispered back, just loud enough that only Tink could hear. A waft of the thick, vanilla and strawberry scent hit him again, and he began to speculate the answer.

“It feels really bad… y-y’know,” Tink continued, seemingly losing some of the confidence she had gained over the past few days. “Like an itch, that we c-can’t scratch. No matter how hard we try.”

“Oh, Tink,” Kye breathed, planting a kiss on her forehead. It was all too easy to forget that a mare’s heat was no laughing matter.

“Just… Help her,” she squeaked. Her gaze would have floored him if he hadn’t already been lying down. “Please.”

Kye cupped the mare’s cheek. Her lips parted, eyes closing as their tongues met, embracing one another in rejoiceful reunion. “I’ll do my best,” he croaked, breaking the kiss.

Kye turned to face the more fidgety of the two pegasi in his bed. Her gaze conveyed equal measures of timid vulnerability and unbridled need. He had hoped that their relationship would progress at a pace she was comfortable with. Without the complication of her heat, Kye couldn’t help concluding that she would’ve wanted to wait. Of course, postponing intimacy now would be an asshole move on his part.

Scooping an arm beneath her, he pulled her onto his chest. Fluttershy didn’t protest, but her breathing became steadily more erratic. Her wings, though stiff, still fluttered lightly, fanning a cool breeze on his bare skin. Her hind legs lost traction on his shorts, hooves slipping around his hips, and Kye felt an incredibly warm wetness spread over his boxer-clad pole.

“Eeep!” the mare squealed, her wings planking on her back, one of them brushing against Tink’s side.

Tink gasped, intertwining the primaries of one of her own wings with Fluttershy’s, before sliding a grey forehoof between her own hind legs. Kye smiled at the adorable display, turning back to Fluttershy and gently scraping his fingertips from her butterfly-laden flanks, all the way up to her trembling shoulders. The feeling of her luscious coat pressed firmly to his chest, subtly accentuated by a light sheen of sweat that dewed the yellow fur rendered him overwhelmed, yet wanting more. Needing more of her.

“Oh… M-My!” Her tail flicked like a flowing, pink whip, hips actively grinding in response. Kye groaned in restrained bliss. If she kept this up, his relief-giving load might well end up wasted in his shorts.

Pausing his ministrations, Kye thrust his hips up off the mattress, lifting Fluttershy’s rump into the air and blindly fumbling around for the waistline of his boxer shorts. Her silky tail flicked for the second time, ears flapping about her head as her hind legs impotently flailed for purchase, finding nothing. The pulsing of her wings suddenly quickened, and the sensation of of her vulva flexing against his fabric-covered glans forced him to freeze up in panic. Sweet Jesus. Abandoning his attempt to disrobe completely, he grabbed two firm handfuls of her hindquarters, stilling the mare. Breath escaped his lungs in ragged wheezes as he fought to regain control. This mare… This irresistible little pony.

Fluttershy buried her muzzle into his neck, letting fly a muffled “eeeeeeeeeeeep!” and grasping him tightly with all four of her hooves. A generous amount of boiling hot marecum oozed from her twitching snatch, thouroughly saturating the fabric of his boxer shorts. “Please…” she sobbed into the nape of his neck, tears moistening his skin. “I n-need… you… in-inside…” She was still panting heavily, her wings pulsing and stiff.

Another grope at the waistband, and Kye managed to slide his sodden boxers down, eventually kicking them off altogether. His cock was immediately enveloped by two of the softest mare breasts to ever grace his flesh with their touch. They held his shaft firmly in place, the thin fur of her lower abdomen matting with the bead of pre on his glans.

Fluttershy paused, leaning her head forward. Her mane fell about Kye’s shoulders—a wall of pink that blocked out most of the bedroom. Her gaze bore deep into his eyes, and Kye didn’t hesitate to thoroughly lose himself in those pretty blue orbs. Her cute little muzzle was so close, yet he was unable to reach it. He tried to pull her closer, but his arms ignored his mental commands.

Kye gasped, or, he would have, if he’d been able… Panic rippled through his unresponsive central nervous system. Was she using her stare?

The sultry pegasus began to rotate her hips, her eyelids lowering to sinful levels. Her muzzle hovered an inch from his lips, maw parted slightly as she slowly inhaled, before gently exhaling.
Her sweet breath washed over his mouth, chasing away some of the fear of being completely at her mercy.

“Umm… Fluttershy?” came Tink’s voice to his left. “I think you might have… umm… paralyzed him.”

Fluttershy blinked, and Kye suddenly found he could move again, though he stayed stock still. “What?” the mare squeaked. “Wait… were you? Did I?”

Kye grabbed the pegasus, holding her head to his chest and running his fingers along one of her ears. It was no use, though. He could already hear the muffled sobbing apologies rapidly spewing from her muzzle.

“-mmph, had no idea I-mmmph-doing it! I’m soo-mmph-sorry! I j-just th-thought you l-liked what I was-mmph-”

“Don’t be sorry,” Kye comforted, giving the mare a squeeze. “Of course I liked what you were doing.”

Breath sharing, Kye had learned, was an old pony tradition that herdmates liked to practice with one another. It hadn’t taken long for Lyra to introduce him to the concept.

“I’m sor-mmph.”

With a gentle tug at the back of her mane, Kye planted a quick kiss right on her muzzle.

“Oh, my!” Fluttershy squeaked. Her ears flopped almost vertically down.

“Stop apologising.”

“I’m sor-eep!”

Kye grabbed the dock of Fluttershy’s tail, giving it a gentle tug, before planting another kiss on her muzzle. “What did I tell you?”

Her blush was so endearing it actually made his heart ache. “That felt good,” she murmured, her eyelids at half mast again. After a contemplative pause, she took him by surprise.

Her soft pony muzzle pressed into his mouth, the fine fur tickling his chin and nose as she experimented with small amounts of tongue right off the bat. Kye slid his fingers into the sweet spot in her mane, gripping the hair between his digits. His other hand drifted along her coat, ending up beneath one of her wings, caressing the flight muscle. The texture of her tongue sliding over his, combined with the sweet taste of her saliva bowled him over more than anything else. This mare really was ambrosia in pony form. Her probing muscle slithered over his incisors, prompting a shiver to reverberate the length of her body. A predator-prey fantasy briefly flashed through Kye’s thoughts, and his aching, blue-balled cock gave a particularly noticeable throb between her delectably soft nether-mounds.

With a half-strangled whine, Fluttershy broke the kiss. “I… It h-hurts,” she whined, desperately pawing at his chest with a shaky forehoof and wiggling her hips for emphasis. “I-n-need-you-inside-of-me-right-now!”

Kye gave her a nod, and Fluttershy shifted, trying desperately to impale herself on his rigid spire. Kye clenched his teeth, along with her flanks. “Slow down, ‘Shy,” he hissed, sliding a palm over one of her cutie marks, then her abdomen, and then right down between her hind legs. His fingers joined the throbbing cock pressed up against her mounds, and he failed to resist the temptation of gently fondling her engorged teats.

“Kye!” Fluttershy breathed, burying her muzzle into his neck. She shifted again, her hind legs spreading further around his hips as she craned her long neck to nip his earlobe with her teeth.

Positioning himself with his other hand, Kye gently lifted Fluttershy’s hindquarters. The head of his cock brushed over her moistened folds, prompting a unified shiver from both man and mare. With deliberately languid movements, he probed at the entrance to her core, revelling in the exquisite ring of hot, slick pressure exerted around his tip with every shallow dip into her heavenly depths.

It was at that point, Fluttershy bit him. Her teeth dug into his neck, hard enough that they would leave an imprint in his flesh. Kye groaned in ecstasy, the firm grip of her jaws around his throat causing his dick to give an almost painful throb. Somepony must have told her that mare bites were his fetish. Probably Lyra. At the same moment, she slowly pressed her hips down onto his manhood.

The ring of pressure spiked, and Kye suddenly felt the head of his cock slide blissfully into the tightest, hottest, most petite little pegasus pussy he’d ever experienced. Her snatch was on fire—a little miniature oven just for his penis. Fighting back the urge to drive his rod into her guts, he slid his hands up to her ears, rolling them between his fingertips. They flicked feebly against his digits, exhausted from the constant workout.

Fluttershy relinquished her hold on his neck, her hind legs locked in position over his hips. Her wings throbbed in time with her heartbeat, fanning out wider than he’d ever witnessed them. His heart paused, skipping several beats as he studied her beautiful wingspan intently. Large, shapely primaries gave way to neat, ordered secondaries. He wanted nothing more to explore them fully, to memorise every little detail with his fingertips, but it was plainly obvious Fluttershy just needed a good, hard rutting to chase away her heat.

A look of worry flashed over her features as she dropped her hindquarters a shade. A slight resistance began to envelope Kye’s tip, prompting a muffled squeak to slip from Fluttershy’s muzzle. A frown briefly darkened her pretty face, before she tightly closed her eyes.

“I… I’ve n-never done this before… with anypony,” she whispered, her hindquarters still hovering in place, nether lips firmly engulfing the head of his cock.

Kye blinked, his brain not responding… Fluttershy was a virgin? I never knew it until now, but this… This is my fetish.

“EEEEEEEE,” Fluttershy squeaked, after a pained gasp. The barrier guarding the innermost reaches of her heavenly core suddenly broke.

Kye’s brain crashed again, overwhelmed by the sensation of his dick hilting in the fire-vice that was Fluttershy’s rippling pussy. The mare had just sat down on his groin, and was pressing her forehooves into his chest. Her breaths, short and ragged, rushed in and out of her muzzle at an ever increasing pace.

“I… should’ve… d-done… that… slower… ouch… ouch, ouch!” she panted, ears splayed, her words quickening as as she continued to hyperventilate. “I-It really hurts!”

“We can stop-” Kye began, his hands already going to her flanks. An intense pang of guilt wracked his chest at the thought of having caused her pain.

“No!” she yelped, her hooves all but batting them away. “I… d-don’t want… to stop,” she gasped, pressing her barrel to his chest.

Her hooves gripped him fiercely, and she once again buried her muzzle into his neck. Kye reciprocated in kind, stilling his hips to allow her time to adjust. He rested a palm between her wings, his other hand stroking the back of her mane.

Lying stock still beneath the beautiful mare proved difficult, especially with her intoxicating scent. The heady pheromones seeping from her pores clouded his brain—an irresistible concoction of feminine allure, urging him to sate himself deep inside her. Kye fought that urge with all his mental might. Fluttershy needed to go at her own pace, and he was damn well going to make sure she could.

Moments passed, during which time Fluttershy’s breathing slowed, her muscles relaxing around him. Tink lay as still as Kye, observing the coupling with wide eyes, one of her wings lewdly sticking up into the air like some sort of flag of arousal.

The hot, wet, incredibly tight confines of her marehood enveloping his cock twitched in time with her hammering heartbeat. It was too much. Kye needed to move. Needed to feel the sweet, lubricated friction of their joining.

Evidently, Fluttershy picked up on his desires. The mare began to gently rock her hips, the slight motion causing his cock to pulse within her. Lust banishing her characteristic shyness, Fluttershy brushed the lips of her maw to his mouth, drawing his low moan into her lungs.

The subtle undulations of her hips gradually progressed into a long, sensuous glide of her slickened snatch over the length of his manhood. Her walls clamped on him—the warm, wet pony flesh of her feminine depths massaging his glans. Inexperienced or not, there was no way he was going to last much longer.

Fluttershy’s eyes appeared glazed. Kye was almost afraid to gaze into them for fear of her strange paralysis ability, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers. They were just so pretty. Her ears flicked against her mane, her tail gently swatting against his thighs as she repeatedly slid herself on his manhood. Tiny squeaks and pleasured moans flew from her muzzle as her clit winked happily against his shaft. Her wings were practically vibrating, they were so rigid.

It all became too much for Kye. A strangled gasp escaped him, and he rolled, pinning the beautiful butterfly pegasus onto the mattress with his full weight. He was mindful of her wings, but beyond that, allowed his aching cock to spear deeply into her. She let out a squawk, and her eyes rolled back in her head. A shred of doubt permeated Kye’s lust-clouded mind, but was immediately chased away when he felt the rhythmic clamping of an orgasming marehood around his cock.

With long, deep thrusts, Kye grit his teeth and positively hammered into Fluttershy with animalistic fury. An inferno of lust-fuelled desire filled him with the need to release inside her. Her entire body clenched, all four hooves locking onto him as she climaxed for a second time, her wings periodically enveloping his back as the sensations overtook her. Her pleasured moans rang through his ears like the slutty serenade of an innocent songbird.

Kye didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. He couldn’t. He was so close. Fluttershy’s lewd cries and clenching legs only served to spur him on as the muscles of her inner walls convulsed around his pistoning cock. Her tail had somehow managed to coil around one of his legs, and her wings repeatedly curled around his back in time with her climax.

The suction of her orgasming snatch finally became too much to bear. Kye allowed his throbbing manhood to be drawn into the pegasus to the hilt. Their hips met, just as the first blast of seed fired into Fluttershy’s heated depths. The effect was immediate—her eyes became unfocused, her legs becoming limp. Even her wings snapped away from his back to their full span. Kye grunted in unadulterated bliss as his cock pulsed, firing several more thick globs of seed directly into Fluttershy’s cervical canal. The pleasure was so overwhelming he began to see stars creeping into his peripheral vision.

“Woah…”

With the last twitch of ecstasy, Kye’s gaze shot to Tink, who was staring at him with wide eyes. He had quite forgotten she was there. Gently rolling over, Kye gathered Fluttershy’s limp form to his chest. The mare barely stirred, but snuggled into his chest, her eyes still unable to focus on anything. “You think that did the trick, then?” he quietly chuckled.

“I think it did,” Tink whispered, shuffling closer to him with a grin.

Kye returned a grin of his own, holding out an arm for her. Tink rested her head on his shoulder, draping one of her wings over a drowsy Fluttershy and tucking a forehoof partly over Kye’s chest. With nothing much on the agenda other than cuddling and napping, neither the human nor the two pegasi felt the need to get out of bed. One thing was for certain—Kye was a lot less concerned with the lack of things to do to keep him occupied under the dome.