The journey back to their private suite in Canterlot Castle was far too long for the trio, despite comprising the exact same distance. Following the shared moment on the picnic blanket, the dating trio talked animatedly about nothing in particular, such as book sales and the latest gossip. They had eaten in quite the hurry, wanting to finish up their picnic as quickly as possible as both mares began dropping hints that they were starting to feel an itch that was in need of prompt scratching.

“So, is it really a mare’s bigness that ya like?” Honey asked idly as they walked down the castle halls, giving her hips a notable swagger. “Or is it jus’ certain parts ya like?” Following Thomas’ line of sight, she chose to emphasize her point by folding her arms under her chest and giving her mammaries a playful shake.

“You can’t shame me,” Thomas countered, now staring intently at the bouncing bosoms and no longer even pretending his intentions were anything but lustful. “Besides, you’re not in much position to talk after what you did.”

“Why, Ah don’t know what ya’ll ‘re talkin’ about.” Honey’s feigning of ignorance was short lived when she met Moonlight’s accusing glare and mischievous smirk. “What? It was a compliment.”

“Oh, I know it was,” Moonlight replied playfully as she rubbed the spot on her butt that still had a lingering sting. “And I intend to show you every ounce of gratitude I can muster.” Her words were not a threat, but a promise, and it made Honey shiver just thinking about it.

At long last they arrived at Thomas and Moonlight’s shared room. Although no plans for what to do at this point had been discussed, at least not openly, Moonlight immediately took charge. She told Honey to stay on the bed to await their surprise. Next she hurried Thomas into the bathroom and closed the door behind them.

“Huh. This seems familiar,” he remarked in a deadpan tone of voice, already stripping out of his date clothes. He knew what he was expected to do as he eyed the change of garments set off to the side.

“Just hurry up and get ready,” Moonlight ordered, also stripping just beside him.

“What’re ya’ll plannin’ in there, anyhow?” Honey called. She stood nearby the bed, looking around the room and feeling just a little awkward. She never was much for surprises, especially those that didn’t deliver right away. “Should Ah be doin’ anythin’?”

“Just make yourself comfortable,” Moonlight answered as she hurried into her new outfit. “You can leave your clothes on, if you like. It should be fine either way.”

“Is there anything you need?” Thomas asked, hoping to contribute more than just wearing the silly outfit he was currently slipping on.

“Nah. Ah’m good,” Honey answered, sitting herself down on the bed and testing its bounce.

“Could you pass me the Flower Pit?” Moonlight asked, gesturing at a bottle on the sink.

Thomas nodded and picked up the bottle. The illustration on the front was of a mare lifting her arm up over her head and a stream of fresh flowers was flowing from her exposed armpit like a waterfall. Overall, he judged the advertising art as passable. However, seeing how his mare was currently busy with her boot straps, he elected to apply it himself.

“Not too much,” she cautioned. “Gotta leave something for her to enjoy, but I don’t want to stink.”

“I’ll just pretend that makes sense,” Thomas allowed as he continued his work. He had already finished putting on most of his costume, which was less elaborate than Moonlight’s. It then occurred to him to tease his beloved further. “Honey.”

“Yeah?”

“For what you’re about to see,” he grinned up at Moonlight’s aggravation, “feel free to nitpick to your heart’s content.”

“Why’d Ah do that? Yer obviously goin’ through quite a bit in there, presumably jus’ fer me.” Honey paused as she listened to Moonlight’s grunts and groans, hoping they weren’t getting started without her. “It’d be rude ta not accept a gift like that.” As she spoke, she idly undid a few buttons on her blouse and unzipped the front of her shorts. It was all she felt she could do without knowing what was coming.

After another couple minutes of looking themselves over in the mirror and patting out all wrinkles. “Alright,” Moonlight called at last. “Get ready. We’re about to come out.”

Something about Moonlight’s tone made Honey a little anxious. It sounded more like a warning than a sexy announcement. She adjusted herself to sit on her knees on the bed, ready to move on a moment’s notice as the situation demanded.

There was the sound of a cleared throat and Moonlight added, “Oh, and the safe word is pineapple.”

Honey’s ears snapped forward at full attention now as butterflies came alive in her belly.

The bathroom door swung open, revealing a near blinding light on the other side. Honey squinted and tensed, ready for anything as she saw a pair of silhouettes standing in the doorway. The light from Moonlight’s horn eventually faded and allowed Honey to see who, or rather, what she was dealing with. Her jaw nearly fell off her face as she processed the familiar sight.

Moonlight wore a strikingly dramatic and campy dress. Rather than being just some simple fabric that hugged her body, the material bore an odd resemblance to stone with its jagged edges jutting out at odd angles. The top was sleeveless and covered most of her breasts with stalactite-like formations curving inward beneath her collar bone. A loin flap fell all the way down to the floor, nearly covering the mare’s hooves, and had a broken black heart sewn into the hips. Black transparent stockings with a crisscross pattern gripped her legs. Her crimson mane cascaded down her back and even a little over her shoulders. Upon her hands she wore dark violet gloves with sharpened nails attached to the end of each finger. Her black lips were curled in a sultry smile and her fiery eyes fluttered with the promise of mischief.

Standing behind and to the side of her, Thomas stood slightly hunched over. He wore a red and yellow striped t-shirt with the same broken heart emblazoned on his chest. While he wore no pants, he did have on special black boots that made it look like he had hooves rather than feet. His gloves were a shiny rubbery black and the simple black mask tied over his eyes was reminiscent of a robber. He wore no other makeup, but did offer his best evil look as he wrung his hands together.

The pair just stood there a moment, posing for their audience. Honey blinked as the initial shock wore off and she regained control of her mouth. “Q-Queen Broken Heart?”

“The one and only!” Moonlight proclaimed dramatically. “Rejoice, mortal. For this shall be the last night you shall ever have to suffer the pain of emotion~,” she trailed off on the last syllable, nearly purring.

“Nyehehe,” Thomas added, feeling like a total dork. He looked up at Honey and braced himself for her inevitable laughter at their ridiculous spectacle. It was hard enough for even him to keep a straight face in all this.

“Y-ya’ll did all this… fer me?” the earth mare asked, sounding genuinely moved.

“We most certainly did, puny mortal,” Moonlight replied, trying to stick to her character as much as possible by waving her hand around in dramatic motions. “And there shall be no escape!”

“The castle has its own tailor specialized to the needs of the harem,” Thomas informed in deadpan, uncertain if they had started yet. “There are so many questions I know I don’t want answered-Ow!” Moonlight had just smacked his bare bum with her tail. “I mean, nyaaaaaaah!” he sneered like Skeletor.

Somehow, that was the trigger that brought Honey back into the moment. “Fiends!” she accused, rearing up on her knees to be as tall as possible as she channeled her character. “You will never win. For as long as I have love and justice on my side, I, Fable Mable, shall vanquish you.” Honey delivered her heroic declaration while going through a series of hand motions that would have not looked out of place in Sailor Moon. Had she known what Sailor Moon was, she’d have thought that to be an apt comparison.

Sneering, Moonlight folded her arms under her chest. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really,” Honey challenged, holding her pose.

Thomas thought the two were trying to out-mug each other with their exaggerated expressions, making it hard not to laugh for real.

“And, pray tell, how will you transform,” Moonlight reached behind her back and pulled out a prop, “without this?” The ‘wand’ in the mare’s grip was a common Equestrian vibrator at first glance. However, it was colored pink with toy wings and a heart attached to the end grip to make it resemble Fable Mable’s iconic weapon from the manga.

Honey blinked and quickly patted her hand around her hips, pretending as though she’d lost the wand. “Thief!” she accused in a shrill cry, ignoring how her geeky side was arguing that the prop in Moonlight’s hand was far too big to accurately represent how the wand looked when Fable wasn’t transformed. “How did you get that?”

Moonlight, or rather, Broken Heart grinned menacingly as she leaned her head back far enough to look down her nose at ‘Fable’. “Silly filly. You were doomed from the moment you saw fit to match wits with me!”

“You left it outside the bathroom,” Thomas flatly informed from behind the unicorn. He was dressed as one of the lesser apathars, the grunts of Queen Broken Heart’s army. Mostly they existed for cannon fodder and comic relief, but Thomas’ role was special. He was clearly Yapyap, Broken Heart’s right-hand stooge who got pushed around a lot while delivering a deadpan commentary on events around him.

The role – Honey realized – fit him like a glove.

Mable’s expression grew frightened as she stared back at the pair. “W-what are ya’ll gonna do?” she asked, feeling her pulse quicken at the realization of her character’s situation. She was all but powerless without the wand, and entirely at the mercy of her fiendish enemies.

“Yapyap. Restrain her!” Broken Heart ordered as she thoughtlessly tossed the wand behind her. It hit the floor with a soft clatter.

“Yes, my queen,” Yapyap responded, heightening his pitch and making his voice sound more raspy and insectoid. That felt closer to the depiction in the manga. He jumped on the bed and hissed at Honey. She flinched back, feigning fear and disgust, and he went for her arms. He was grateful the large mare was playing along, otherwise he wouldn’t have stood a snowball’s chance in hell as he pulled her hands behind her back.

“Don’t do this, Yappy,” Fable urged while pretending to struggle. “With how much she mistreats you, how can you possibly stay with her?”

Yapyap stared at Fable with his signature flat expression. “Have you seen that ass?” he asked, gesturing towards his queen. “I know she usually wears a dress, bud DAMN, that’s a fine booty!”

Broken Heart blushed.

“Well, Ah guess Ah can’t argue with that,” Fable conceded. It was a little out of character for her to give up so easily, but she wasn’t exactly in a position to disagree with his reasoning. Already her mind was running wild with the possibilities of what Broken Heart might do with that fine booty of hers.

“Glad you understand,” Yapyap said as he pulled out a bit of rope from under his shirt and tied it around Fable’s wrists. It was the same kind of knot he used to use on his shoelaces, but the rope was thick enough so that Fable was unlikely to break free on accident. “And who knows. Maybe you’ll like having the love sucked out of your heart.”

“It ain’t sucked,” Honey reminded. “It’s washed away with a tide of apathy.” She looked back at the flat expression of her captor. “What? Ya’ll said ta nitpick.”

“Touché,” Yapyap replied in approval as he gave the knot one last check. He tightened it for good measure and Fable flinched from her character’s pain. “Alright, my queen. She’s all yours.” He shuffled further back on the bed, but not so far that he couldn’t come back in on demand.

Broken Heart set her hands on her hips, sashaying her way up to the bed. Never taking her eyes off her prey, she licked her lips in anticipation as Fable trembled. “So, my elusive adversary. I finally have you in my clutches.” She held up her hand and balled it into a fist, causing the rubber of the glove to make a chafing sound.

“Ya won’t get away with this!” Fable challenged. “Ah’ll get out o’ this, somehow.”

“Oh, well that’s a shame,” Broken Heart said, feigning sorrow. “And after all the work I put into your welcome party.”

“Psh. What da you know ‘bout puttin’ together a party?”

“L-lots of things,” Broken Heart stammered defensively. “I-I know about…”

“Animal balloons,” Yapyap whispered.

“Quiet, bug,” Broken Heart snapped. She scrunched her face in an effort to look extra mean and intimidating, but only succeeded in making herself oddly adorable. “Animal balloons,” she continued, regaining her confidence. “I know how to blow animal balloons. My party planning skills are unparalleled!”

***

“Challenge accepted!”

“Pinkie?” Mr. Cake asked as he stared in confusion at his pink employee. She’d just dropped a bag of flour, causing its contents to spill all over the floor as she threw her hand up in a triumphant declaration.

Pinkie blinked and looked around Sugar Cube Corner as if for the first time. “Where’d I go just now?”

***

“Ah don’t believe ya,” Fable said with an indignant huff. By contrast, Honey was squealing with joy on the inside at the accuracy of all of this. Thomas and Moonlight must have really done their homework to so accurately capture the more comedic aspects of the story while trying to maintain the more serious narrative. “Yer jus’ full o’ hot air.” She quietly wished she could do more to rid herself of her – normally – treasured accent for the sake of authenticity, but knew it wouldn’t last. She’d lose all self-control as soon as the real fun started.

“Is that her secret?” Yapyap asked. “My queen. Are your lovely, luscious melons,” he mimed cupping his hands under his nonexistent breasts, “inflatable?”

Black Heart stared daggers at her impudent minion. “You’re lucky I don’t have a rolled up newspaper.”

“Ya better check, Yappy,” Fable whispered. “Maybe Ah can escape if ya’ll find the right button on her ta let all the hot air out.”

Broken Heart’s ear flicked. The idea of her minion searching her body for switches to flip held a certain kind of appeal. “Maybe later. For now, my balloon blowing prowess has been challenged!” she declared dramatically. “Yapyap!”

“Yeees, mastew,” he replied, now doing an Igor impersonation.

“Pull… off her pants!”

“Aye-aye.” Yapyap gave a salute and shimmied up to his captive and situated himself between her legs. “Nyerrr,” he hissed menacingly up at the much larger mare and had to swallow his mirth at seeing her pretend to be afraid. That’s what he kept telling himself, anyway. Honey knew the safe word, her only real restraints might as well have been made of gummy worms, and the one about to ‘assault’ her was a mere fraction of her size and strength. She’s not afraid, he reminded himself as he watched her shiver. She’s just excited. I’ve seen the other mares shake like that when they’re excited, too, so there’s nothing wrong.

Sensing his hesitation, Fable decided her captor needed some words of encouragement. “Jus’ do what ya gotta do,” she whispered. “Ah can take it.”

Yapyap smiled and nodded his appreciation as his confidence was restored. He decided that his character should lick his lips as he creepily eyed his prisoner’s open thighs. He set his gloved hands down on her inner thighs, making her tense. Yapyap waited until she relaxed before continuing, silently mourning how the gloves blocked his ability to feel the fuzzy muscles beneath his palms. Even so, he glided his hands across the vastness of her inner thighs, teasing his fingers ever closer to the prize hidden behind her shorts, all while Mable tensed and wiggled under his ministrations.

“Yesss,” Broken Heart purred. “Make her squirm.” While her character would have actually scolded Yapyap for taking so long, she knew that he needed to take his time. Thomas hated making others uncomfortable, so she was willing to be patient and wait as he became acclimated to the demands of the situation. And if things got too much for him to handle, he also knew the safe word.

Yapyap decided he was ready to carry out his queen’s orders and slipped his gloved fingers into the top of Fable’s Daisy Duke Shorts. Despite their firm and unyielding appearance, the shorts’ waistband easily gave way to his gloved fingers, stretching out to a considerable degree. This afforded him the chance to fool around a bit more, stretching out the waistband so that it would snap back with a sharp sting. He took Fable’s moans to mean that she was not opposed to a little pain, and so repeated the process a couple more times as he slowly slid the shorts from their wearer.

It took a bit of acrobatics on Fable’s part to lift her hips enough so that Yapyap wasn’t hindered by her weight. “What’s this all about?” she demanded defiantly. “What’re ya’ll gonna do with mah shorts off?”

“Nyehehe,” Yapyap snickered. He’d just slipped the shorts off the grand roundness of Fable’s ass while leaving the modesty of her maidenhood still protected. She’d maneuvered herself a little onto her side at his silent coaxing to give him easier access to her rear. “My queen has plans for you,” he informed while running a single finger along her pert cheek. He’d copped more than a few feels of her bodacious booty in the past, yet still regretted Moonlight’s insistence on their use of gloves. He wanted to feel that toned muscle hidden beneath the layer of squishy, grabbable butt cheek. But for now he just contented himself with watching as his finger drew small grooves along her fuzzy buttock, only for the fur to quickly fold back into place. The way the mare shuddered from his near ticklish teasing gave her ass an extra enticing bounce, making him all the more anxious to start playing with her for real.

“Indeed I do, foolish Fable,” Broken Heart sneered as she drank in the view. Fable’s pitiful whimpers were making her abdomen tighten as a warmth began in her groin and slowly filled her body. Yapyap was swaying his naked rump in her direction while his erection hung between his legs. This could only have been intentional, forcing her to grit her teeth in frustration at having to hold herself back. Her horn lit and began teasing at her sex under her dress, readying herself as the seconds ticked by.

Even as her face was scrunched in discomfort, Honey was loving this role. Her upbringing told her that there was nothing inherently sexual about taking one’s clothes off, or even having another do so for you, but the scene they were acting out said otherwise. Fable Mable existed in a world with a nudity taboo, where the titular character was often put in uncomfortable situations in which she felt the need to protect her modesty. It was hilarious and adorable in the book. However, the look on Yapyap’s face as he inched her shorts down helped to emphasize the severity of this moment. Fable was about to lose something precious to her, and Honey could barely stand the wait.

Yapyap wagered that there was barely a centimeter to go before he had his captive’s maidenhood on display, but paused to check on how she was doing. Fable’s full chest was rising and falling with heavy, labored breaths as her eyes locked with his. Her expression was pleading, and so he gave in to her demands. Yapyap gave Fable’s shorts one last yank, pulling them nearly down to her knees, and stared in exaggerated awe at her hidden treasure. “My, my,” he hissed. “Aren’t we excited?”

Fable could only whimper as her sex winked at her vicious and vile assailant. It was so shameful for her body to react like this in front of her enemy, but also so incredibly arousing. “Why are ya doin’ this ta me?” she whined as her vulva gave another wink.

Yapyap thoughtfully touched his finger to his chin and stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth. At the same time, his other hand went back to her abdomen and began teasing around where the waistband had left grooves dug into the mare’s skin. “Good question,” he replied distractedly. “Why are we doing this, queeny?”

“It’s ‘queen’ you dolt!” Broken Heart snapped back. “And, uh, we’re doing this so that feeble Fable understands exactly where she stands with me.” She took a step forward with a manic grin and cupped one hand under her breast while the other made a fist. “At my mercy.”

“Kinda looks like she’s sitting at your mercy,” Yapyap offered flatly, surprising a snicker out of Honey.

Broken Heart just glowered at her insolent minion, all while suppressing her own chortle.

Yapyap took the hint and got back to work. He leaned down, pushing his ass as high into the air as it would go to give queeny the best possible view. His head was kept down as he leaned forward and braced his hands on Fable’s inner thighs, pushing them up and back so that the shorts would be out of his way. He leaned in even closer until he could feel the heat radiating off of her dampening sex. It winked and, with utmost sadism, he took a sniff of the mare’s groin, making it as loud as he could in the way he knew seemed to drive all mares crazy.

Fable made a whinnying sound of excited surprise, nearly bucking her hips upward. Pleased at this reaction, Yapyap decided to take things a step further and blew a gust of cool air onto her heated groin. Fable made a whinnying hissing sound and her hooved kicked wildly up in the air directly above Yapyap’s head.

Further encouraged by Fable’s reaction, Yapyap dove in and stole a swift lick of the mare’s now glistening pussy juices. Again he made the action as loud as possible. Even if he couldn’t see Fable’s expression at the moment, her squirming suggested she was enjoying herself. He still took his time smacking his lips in appraisal as she awaited his verdict. Then, after she’d given a discontented whine, he pushed her shorts a little further up and poked his head through her warm, firm thighs. He grinned. “That’s some sweet apple juice you’ve got there.”

Rather than Fable’s pretend modesty, Honey’s face burned bright apple red in genuine embarrassment at the stallion’s declaration. It was just so immeasurably naughty that she had to take a second to remind herself that she’d done nothing to force this upon him and that he’d done so all on his own. She’d known this was coming, of course. All the other mares had warned her how much Thomas liked to tease them like this. But that knowledge did little to actually prepare her for just how lewd she felt having a stallion give her oral. It was so wrong, so scandalous, and she had to bite her lip to keep from begging for more.

“Wait,” Broken Heart cut in. “Did you mean…?”

Yapyap turned around and grinned. “Literally,” he informed smugly, only for his expression to turn thoughtful. “Does that make it a double-entendre?”

Moonlight groaned. While she was glad for his willingness to participate thus far, she was starting to wonder if these tangents would end up breaking the mood. “Just do what you’re paid to do,” she grumbled.

“Hold on!” Yapyap held up his hand and spun around so that now his back was facing Fable. “We’re getting paid for this?”

Broken Heart blinked. “Uhh…”

“Can you believe this?” Yapyap asked over his shoulder with his hissy bug accent. “She says she’s paying us, but I don’t recall ever getting a single paycheck.”

“Ya’ll don’t pay yer own minions?” Fable asked aghast. She was breathless and her body felt like it was burning, but her carnal needs were overwritten by the desire to see where this was going. “That’s low, even fer you.”

“Tell me about it,” Yapyap agreed as he started petting Fable’s inner thigh.

“Seriously. With all the times Ah’ve kicked yer asses, ya’ll at least gotta have some kind o’ health plan.”

“I think we do,” Yapyap offered as he considered. “I mean, we’re usually treated back at the evil castle, but the service is spotty at best.”

Broken Heart flinched back, not expecting to be double-teamed so early in the scene, and especially not like this. “It’s, uh… automatically deposited to your account,” she blurted hurriedly. “Yeah. All apathars get their own private account where, uh, deposits are made weekly on your behalf.”

Yapyap frowned skeptically as he pushed Fable’s legs to the side and down so he could climb over. He then sat his butt down on her abdomen and felt the tightness of her abdominal muscles. He used his legs to push himself back until he felt the warm softness of her breasts still contained in their flannel prison. Still keeping his focus on Broken Heart, Yapyap then leaned back until the mare’s bountiful mamma jammas were functioning nicely as a chair for his lower and middle back. And, just for good measure, he pulled his elbows back and rested them on as much boob flesh as he could comfortably reach, making himself rather comfy in the process. “An account, you say?”

“Hey!” Fable griped. “Don’t go wiping yer dirty plot on mah belly, ya perv.” It was hard to tell from Broken Heart’s expression if this was still part of the act or if Thomas was improvising. Her shirt was still on and her shorts had only been pulled down to her knees. She began to wonder what he might do next from this new position. Would he play with her breasts, masturbate until he wastefully came on her belly, or do something else unexpected? Her body was growing warmer just imagining the possibilities as Yapyap twisted his butt around just below her ribcage.

“Don’t go taking that tone with me, twerp,” Broken Heart growled, deciding to go with the flow. “She’s mine to torture until she’s nothing but a mindless thrall, not your throne!”

“You sure about that?” Yapyap asked, leaning further back against the mare’s bosom. “Why can’t she be both?”

Broken Heart opened her mouth to answer, only to close it again as she thought. There really wasn’t an answer for why they both couldn’t do what they wanted at the same time. “If this is about your pay, I’ll show you the bank statement just as soon as we’ve finished up here.” But Yapyap’s scowl told her that wouldn’t be enough. “Okay, fine! We both get to drain-er… wash out her emotions, and you get a bonus for being my personal lackey for all these years. Satisfied?”

Yapyap beamed and eagerly replied “Yeees, mastew,” before flipping himself around. With Fable’s breasts still bound together, he decided that now would be a prime time for a rare indulgence. He raised himself up high to stare over the mare’s mountainous cleavage, grinning like an idiot. His feet were situated carefully on her muscled middle while his hands gripped the nipples poking through her top for balance. “I’ll begin preparing her top,” he informed, humping the air so that his cock would bounce.

Fable blinked as it donned on her what was coming next. “Uh, ya’ll just said ya wanted ta cleanse me o’ emotion, and Ah don’t think that’ll make me too clean.”

Yapyap frowned. “Are you questioning my hygiene?” he asked just as he stabbed his dick through an opening in Fable’s shirt and between her melons. Her boob flesh was soft yet firm, like a well fluffed pillow. Yapyap tightened his grip around Fable’s nipples, twisting them just enough to earn a reaction as he used her chest pillows to give himself a tit job.

Moonlight could wait no longer. While the others were distracted, she tried to keep her composure as she sauntered up to the bed. Broken Heart fell onto all fours and cleared her throat, announcing her approach to the others. She wasted no time as she moved in for her prize and sealed her lips around Fable’s excitedly winking marehood. “Oh wow,” she gasped. “It really is apple juice.” She quickly stabbed her tongue into the mare’s moist folds and began lapping up as much of the sweet liquid as she could reach.

“Yes,” Broken Heart purred. “All that, mmh… liquid love!” she blurted after giving Fable’s clit an especially strong suckle. “I’ll drink every last drop,” she panted like a thirsty dog, “until there’s nothing left.”

Thomas chuckled as Yapyap pounded away. The soft muscle of Fable’s tits was sending jolts of electricity through his genitalia. Moonlight’s line was just so perfectly cheesy, he couldn’t help but feel a little proud of her. At the same time, he also wanted to follow up with a line of his own. “Uh, yeaaaah,” he jeered. “The queen is gonna suck you dry of all love, and then I… I’ll fill you up with my,” he thrust his hips forward with an especially meaty slapping sound, “with my eeevil seed of… apathy!” Smooth, he mentally chided himself.

“Shame on you,” scolded Fable.

Thomas didn’t know if she was referring to his line or his intended deed. Both seemed equally deplorable.

“Tamperin’ with a young maiden’s heart is about the worst thing anypony can do,” Fable continued.

Yapyap gave a soft smirk. “Oh come on. That’s what everybody says at first, but they always change their minds after we’re done.”

“Yeah. That’s cuz ya’ll brainwash ‘em!” Fable countered, trying to keep a straight face even as the evil queen was utterly devouring her marehood. She tensed when a finger had suddenly slipped its way into her anus, but sighed in relief when the appendage began twisting inside her anal cavity. At the same time, Yapyap’s erection was like a burning hot coal between her teats; hard to ignore and driving her a little bonkers. She wondered if he was planning on cumming now or saving it for later. She’d be fine with either, but hoped he’d pick the option that would lead to his precious stallion seed going where it belonged.

“Well, maaaybe,” Yapyap conceded. He’d decided to change tactics a little by pressing his hips against her bosom as much as he could before moving up and down instead of back and forth. The friction was just as stimulating and the slight hitch in Fable’s voice told him that she liked this more. “But at least we have fun doing it!”

“Thank Faust for small miracles,” Fable replied sardonically even as she threw her head back in bliss. No pony had ever treated her teats like this, not even her herd. Sure, they’d grope, squeeze, and suckle, but somehow it never occurred to them to use Plow’s dick to, well, plow her northern field. And the way Yapyap was hanging onto and twisting her nipples even as his dick covered as much area as it could reach was only adding to her stimulation. Was this a new fetish, or was she just caught off guard by the novelty of the new experience?

It was admittedly hard to tell, what with Broken Heart using her tongue like she was digging a well in Fable’s foal hole. What the unicorn lacked in size – relative to the Apple’s experience with earth mares – she made up for with dexterity and determination. Her trained oral appendage had already found Fable’s sensitive spots and was pressing each one with deliberate care, each time earning a slightly different lustful squeak from the helpless hero. Fable wished her hands were free so that she could grab the evil queen’s head and shove her entire snoot into her vaginal canal, but bemoaned that the wrist binds continued to deny her Faust-given rights.

Broken Heart heard none of this exchange as she desperately plundered Fable’s cavern for treasure. She didn’t have to look far. The moist tunnel was absolutely awash with liquid love that lit her taste buds on fire with its earthy sweetness. She drank like a desert traveler who’d just found an oasis. The evil queen could feel the tell-tale twitches of the mare’s vaginal canal and knew she was close. The finger in the mare’s ass was soon joined by a couple friends as their thrusting picked up to an even greater speed. She relit her horn and once more began massaging her own clit and lower lips, wanting them to cum together. The immensely strong mare would climax on her queen’s command. Fable would bow to Broken Heart’s power, and it would be exquisite.

At long last, the green earth mare came. Her love juices came out like a gushing torrent and washed over Moonlight’s face. Honey’s hips bucked up, trying to bury the pseudo cock of the unicorn’s muzzle in her marehood. Moonlight complied, using both arms to wrap around Honey’s thick thighs to hold herself in place. She didn’t want to get washed away. Her mouth was held open to catch as much sweet juice as possible while she eagerly gulped it down. The sensation of drinking the bound mare’s climax finally set off her own, causing her magic to release as her dress became stained.

Thomas just grinned as he looked between both mares’ blissful expressions. He was slowing down his own humping, but wasn’t quite ready to stop. He’d never had any intention of actually cumming on her breasts, but felt the threat of doing so would add to the mood. Apparently, a gentlestallion finished inside and left the mare’s coat as unmarred as possible; which he also preferred. This was just an extension of their warmup, which meant he still had to hold it in a bit longer.

It was only after Honey came down from her peak of bliss that it truly dawned on her just how frustrating it was to be helpless. There were so many things she wanted to do, so many ways she wanted to participate. She could grab hold of Moonlight’s mane and give it a good tug; or maybe move Thomas around to the top of her teats, which would put his tiny bottom in range of her tongue. Just lying back and letting others – especially a stallion – do all the work was making her feel just a little awful, even if it was obvious the two were enjoying using her body like this. However, being restrained and not reciprocating the pleasure that her lovers was giving her felt wrong to Honey. It went against their cultural upbringing of reciprocating whatever their herdmates did for them. Not one bit. She was an Apple, dammit! Apples act! But heroes like Fable got caught and… and… waited?

The green mare managed a brief smirk, but managed to hide it before any could see.

Moonlight was taking a bit longer to come down from her own orgasm. The warmth and supple muscle of Honey’s thigh was just too inviting as she affectionately nuzzled the left leg with her cheek. She hugged around the mare’s thick leg, attempting to use it as a pillow. She cared little that such a display went against her character. Her own liquid lust was dripping down her thighs and what her body needed was some good snuggles.

Figuring that this was a cooldown moment, Yapyap decided to undo the last of the buttons on Fable’s shirt. The great globes of flesh popped free with a meaty smacking sound as they flopped around a little. Eventually they settled with perfect perkiness atop her torso, completely disregarding how the human’s understanding of physics demanded that they sag a little to the sides. “Ha. It’s like they’re getting a good stretch after their prolonged confinement,” he thought out loud. His cock was no longer engulfed by pillowy goodness, allowing it to pulse and twitch in the open air.

“An’ that one looks like a dog itchin’ ta chase somethin,’” observed Fable wisely. The object before her eyes was small, but it had felt so exquisitely hot just a second ago. Her instincts were screaming at her that this piece of meat was the most important thing in the room and that she had an obligation to claim it before some other mare did. She suppressed those backwards compulsions, however. Besides such thinking being downright disrespectful, she knew there’d be time enough for real action in a bit. Right now the game was still going.

Yapyap nodded his understanding and looked back at Broken Heart. She looked so contented at the moment that it seemed like such a shame to interrupt her. Instead he swiveled his head around the room, surveying for anything that could be of use. Their script had been incredibly loose and had left quite a bit open for spontaneity. Then he remembered. “Be right back,” he informed before hopping off of Fable and bounding back to the bathroom.

Fable just giggled, but it wasn’t just at Yapyap’s hasty retreat; although she did mourn the loss of his weight atop her belly. The way Broken Heart’s cheek fluff felt against her thigh while her breath would periodically pelt the cooling juices of her recent orgasm gave a surprisingly satisfying tingle. The way the smaller unicorn was ravishing her body with such worshipful praise was terribly moving. Honey could only hope she’d be able to return the favor soon.

“Got it!” Yapyap announced as he came out of the bathroom and held up his prize.

Fable had to angle herself a little to see around her own breasts, but eventually she managed to see Yapyap holding her wand. The one thing that could turn the tables on this humiliating capture had just been put back into play. She shaped her expression to one of dread, but was grinning on the inside as a plan took shape.

“Mastew,” Yapyap said as he waved the wand about like an ill-gotten trophy. “I have the prize you asked for.”

Broken Heart turned around and grinned devilishly when she saw what was being offered. “Excellent work, minion,” she said as she levitated the wand to her hand. She sat up tall on her knees and her grin turned outright sadistic as she gave the prop a prolonged lick along the shaft, all while staring at Fable out of the corner of her eye.

Fable stared in shock and horror at what was being done to her precious wand. It was an icon recognized the world over as a symbol of heroism. Such a sight was heresy! Blasphemy! Downright wicked! And Broken Heart’s sensual tongue work over the shaft while her enemy watched seemed oddly fitting for her character. “You’ll never get away with this you… you wand licker!”

“Language!” Yapyap scolded.

Fable’s ears splayed submissively from the rebuke. “Sorry.”

“You should be,” Broken Heart added. “But right now there are more important things to do.” She held the wand out a short distance from her face and stared appraisingly at it. “Hmm. This accursed wand has been nothing but a pain in my side since day one.” She licked her lips of some excess mare cum as she wrapped both hands around either end of the prop. “I should just snap it in half right now!” The prop bent a little in her grip.

Fable tensed, understandably fearful of losing her most precious treasure for good.

However, the flexible toy bounced back when Broken Heart released her other hand. “But no. That would be too easy.” She turned a scornful scowl on Fable. “And for as long as you can still feel anything, I intend to make you suffer.”

Fable shuddered as her breathing quickened and her fur stood on end. “Great line,” she whispered.

It really was.

“Thanks,” Moonlight whispered back, keeping her face as menacing as possible. “Now then,” Broken Heart continued. “Shall we begin?” She did not wait for a reply before grabbing the ‘top’ of the wand – the part with the excess decoration – and angled the narrower end downward. “Oh Fable. Your loins are so drenched in your own juices, and your marehood is still winking, begging for more.” She smirked. “What happened to all your claims of purity and righteousness, eh?”

Face flushed with embarrassment, Fable averted her eyes. There was simply no way she could reply and still maintain her dignity as the hero of love and justice.

Broken Heart sneered as her horn lit, coating the wand in a layer of lubricant as well as pulling the shorts the rest of the way off. She pressed the tip to Fable’s entrance, causing the mare to tense. Broken Heart waited for her to relax before continuing, parting the green mare’s nether lips. The first few inches of the wand soon disappeared into the moaning mare’s love tunnel. “This is what happens to those who challenge me,” Broken Heart growled before forcefully thrusting another few inches in.

Fable’s hips bucked from the rough treatment. She could not stop the words that escaped her mouth. “Do yer worst.”

Broken Heart scoffed. “Normally, I’d break the neck of whatever fool was impudent enough to give me an order,” she informed haughtily, “but I suppose I wouldn’t mind complying just this once,” she purred. “Yapyap.”

“Ma’am,” he replied dutifully. He’d been off to the side, standing at attention in more ways than one as he watched the exchange and waited for his cue to come back into the scene.

“Hold this in place.” She indicated the wand. “There are places I need to be.”

Yapyap nodded and scooched in between Fable’s vast thighs beside the queen. He gave her shoulder a playful shove, which she returned with a knowing smirk. They paused a second just to rub their sides together and just feel each other’s warmth before resuming the scene.

Once Broken Heart was certain Yapyap’s grip was true, she stood back to her full height and began a slow march. It was difficult maintaining her balance on the mattress, so the queen had to take slow and careful steps. However, it was imperative that the queen did her best to look regal and imposing, even as she fingered herself under her loin flap.

“What ya’ll gonna do ta me?” Fable asked breathlessly. She found herself suddenly curious about what lay beneath that loin flap. She’d never been so concerned about seeing the orange mare’s slit before, but the existence of the flap added an air of mystery that begged to be ripped away. Alas, the flap was too wide and even the movement of Broken Heart’s fingers offered no glimpses into what lay beneath.

Meanwhile, Broken Heart’s gaze trailed up and down her prisoner’s form. Her eyes glittered in appraisal as she took in Fable’s body as if for the first time. That shapely figure, that perpetually perky posterior, and those teats that – while nowhere near Luna’s volume – compelled a mare to bury her face inside and smother herself. And oh, would there be some smothering, just from the other end. The thought elicited a wicked chuckle. Finally she stopped directly above Fable’s head, but still far enough back that the poor hero couldn’t see what she’d obviously been ogling for the last minute.

“This is it,” Broken Heart purred. “Your final judgement is at hand.”

“Wh-what are ya gonna do ta me?” Fable asked even as she strained her neck to steal a peek.

Broken Heart gave her most sinister smirk yet. “Worship your queen.”

That was all the warning the evil villain gave. Swiftly she squatted, sitting her ass down directly over Fable’s snout. Broken Heart used her magic to move the flaps of the dress aside so that her prisoner’s view was unobstructed. Over her shoulder, Broken Heart saw Fable’s eyes were wide in shock, but her nose had disappeared beneath her own toned buttocks. Looking forward, she grinned at seeing Fable’s lower jaw poking out just past her winking vulva.

“Oh, buck yes!” Broken Heart groaned. She adjusted her rump, wiggling from side to side to make herself comfortable as she felt the green mare’s tongue and lips against her taint as Fable went to work. It was like she was trying to win some kind of eating contest. “Hail to the queen, filly.”

Yapyap giggled to himself, drawing the queen’s attention back to him. She made a silent motion for him to do something, but left the details to him. Yapyap thought a second before it came to him. “How’s this, mastew,” he said in his Igor voice. He was really digging his Igor voice. With careful, agonizing slowness, he removed the wand from its holster, grinning as he listened to the sounds the mare made as a direct result. He rubbed a finger on a section of the shaft to confirm that the lube was still in place. Just because he was feeling bold didn’t completely stop him from worrying. With that detail confirmed, he readied the wand for insertion once more, but took aim about an inch lower.

“Hmm ffmm umf!” Fable cried out.

The tip had only just touched the green mare’s pucker, but Yapyap froze just the same. He needed to make sure those weren’t sounds of protest and that he hadn’t just crossed a line.

Sensing her minion’s worry, Broken Heart lifted her ass up a bit to let the prisoner speak for herself. “Yes?”

Fable inhaled deeply the smell of fresh, untainted air. She knew it would be a while before she got any of that at present. “Ah said Ah want ta go rough!”

“Noted,” Broken Heart replied evenly before sitting back down. Fable resumed her mouth work immediately, which sent a shiver of delight up the evil mare’s spine. “You heard the feeble fool,” she said to her minion. “Have at her!”

Yapyap pursed his lips, even as his body relaxed, and resigned himself to his task. The ‘wand’ was larger than his own cock by a considerable amount. He knew how he measured up to other stallions, but feared that going too quick with something this big would hurt. However, he opted to trust the mare to know her own limits. Taking a breath to steady himself, he repositioned the wand at her anal entrance, took aim, and (carefully) shoved that fucker in. It went in surprisingly smooth, offering only minimal resistance. Fable groaned in ecstasy the entire time.

The fervor of Fable’s mouth was such that Broken Heart almost fell over, but managed to catch herself on Fable’s bountiful bosom at the last minute. The mare’s tongue work was almost as good as her own, using sheer size to make up for what she lacked in technique to plunder her captor’s depths.

Approving of this outcome, Yapyap considered if he should stay where he was and keep using the wand. However, he was quick to reconsider. In all previous sexual interactions with mares, the coup degras always seemed to be the ‘traditional’ form of intercourse, so it only seemed right to follow that tradition. He sat up, straightening his posture before getting up on his knees. With cock in hand he kissed the tip to her drenched labia. Fable’s winking kicked into overtime and Thomas was almost certain he saw the lips stretching out to engulf his little head. She was clearly struggling to keep her legs under control with how they were twitching. Thomas said a silent word of gratitude for all that time spent on training the mare’s self-control.

“Mastew. Something is happening,” Yapyap warned as he humped his hips, using Fable’s drenched nether lips to fellate himself. Their size difference was such that he might have been able to engulf himself with just these hot-dogging motions, but that would have been impossible for other reasons. He still hadn’t cum yet and the pressure from the previous attempt was already building to near unbearable levels. If he wasn’t careful, he’d no doubt blow before she was ready.

“Wh-what is it, minion?” Broken Heart asked breathlessly. It was hard to keep focus as she pressed her plot down as far as it could go on Fable’s snoot, trying to pull as much into her hungry snatch as she was able. Using the green mare’s breasts as the softest of hand rests, she managed to look up enough to behold what her minion was doing. She grinned in wicked delight as a powerful moan sent vibrations up her marehood and throughout her body.

“M-my body,” Yapyap said worriedly as he continued to hump away. Every now and then he’d pause, pressing his mushroom head between the mare’s lips. He heard her moan pleadingly. However, he repeatedly adjusted his aim at the last minute to keep from actually going inside her. The sounds coming from Fable and the faces Broken Heart was making each time was making it increasingly difficult to hold himself back. “It-it’s acting of its own accord. What do I do?”

“F-fuck her!” Broken Heart barked out. “Fuck her until she’s nothing but a sniveling, drooling, husk of a mare. Fuck her until she’s mine, to do with as I please forever more!”

Both Honey and Thomas silently praised the mare for her excellent improvisation.

“Yes, mastew!” Yapyap affirmed before finally thrusting inside. Fable’s pussy – strangely enough – offered even more resistance than her ass hole. Her vaginal muscles were clamping down firmly, giving the impression of tightness despite its vast size relative to his diminutive length. However, she was not so tight that he had any trouble entering. He slid himself inside in one clean motion, giving out a contented sigh as he hilted inside her moist depths.

Fable gave a booming cry of joy that was only marginally muffled by Broken Heart’s bountiful backside. He’s in me! The phrase repeated itself over and over in her mind until all else was nearly drowned out. Her thoughts were awash with the ecstasy of having both her bottom holes filled, the sweet and succulent flavor of mare juice on her tongue, and the added bonus of her nipples being played with. She could take it no more.

Just as Fable felt the tightening of Broken Heart’s vulva around her tongue, she decided to finally turn the tables; somewhat literally. At long last she ripped her hands free of her bindings and immediately grabbed hold of Broken Heart’s thighs, roughly digging her fingers into the cutie marks. Broken Heart gave a squeal that was equal parts delight and surprise as the added stimulation sent bolts of lightning through her brain, momentarily stunning her as climax hit. That’s when Fable made her next move.

Just as Yapyap had fully hilted himself inside a second time, the great green mare clamped her thighs around him, holding him in place while only allowing a minimal amount of movement for continued thrusting. Fable sat upright, holding Broken Heart’s plot to her face. Broken Heart, still in the process of climaxing, managed to regain a modicum of balance by grabbing onto the shoulders of the equally surprised Yapyap. The two just stared at one another for a second, neither terribly certain what was happening.

“Haha! Now it’s mah turn, ya villainous villains!” proclaimed Fable to the new captives. “With mah wand back in mah possi-posis-posisus… mah grasp,” she settled, “Ah’ve got all mah powers back.”

“H-how did yeeee!” Broken Heart squealed as Fable dove back in for another mouthful. She was still coming down from her earlier climax and so was extra sensitive.

“My ba-had,” groaned Yapyap. He’d been trying to keep his movements careful and controlled, but the sudden jostling from Fable had pushed him over the edge and he now emptied his balls into her foal hole.

Fable felt the liquid warmth in her love tunnel and it gave her a brief buzz that surpassed any kind of alcohol. The amount wasn’t much compared to what she was used to, but her body didn’t seem to mind as her innards gripped that stallionhood and milked it for all it was worth. She held both partners in place, drinking her fill of Broken Heart’s climax as Yapyap’s spurts shot inside her nether lips. She waited for the two to finish cumming before gently setting the unicorn down atop the human and sat up on her knees.

“Ha ha!” Fable laughed triumphantly as she set her fists on her hips and posed heroically. “Now Ah’ve got ya right where Ah want ya!”

“Bu-but how?” Broken Heart panted back. She was already recovering from her climax, but the surge of hormones had cause her to become a little clingy with the male in her arms. She sat up, partially carrying him with her. “You were defeated. I had you at my mercy!”

Still grinning down at her adversaries, Fable reached behind her back. She made a tense face followed by a more relaxed sigh. Her hand came back into view, now holding her wand. The moisture along the shaft glistened in the light. “Ya’ll made a big mistake givin’ this back ta me,” she said through a toothy grin. “Even untransformed, it still gives me enough o’ a power boost to put you apathetic jerks in yer place.”

“Oops,” Yapyap said flatly. His face was half submerged in Broken Heart’s cleavage.

“When this is over,” Broken Heart said in a stage whisper, “I’m going to make it so that you can’t walk for a week.”

“I think that was a given,” Yapyap deadpanned back. “Well, since we’re doomed anyway.” He peeled off what remained of Broken Heart’s top, exposing her nipples for all the world to see. She’d only just taken notice when he latched onto her left breast and began suckling.

“D-damn you all!” Broken Heart hissed out as a hand wrapped around Yapyap’s head to hold him in place. He was teasing her nipple with his tongue while his teeth nibbled ever so gently around her areola. Her other hand migrated south and took hold of the smaller male’s buttock, squeezing it and earning a surprised squeak from her minion-turned-lover.

“Oh no,” Fable cautioned as she took several knee steps forward, casting the two in her shadow. “Don’t ya’ll think ya can get away with ignorin’ me.”

Broken Heart’s body reacted without her consent, moving to all fours with Yapyap directly beneath her. She pushed her butt up and flagged her tail in prime mounting position. Once done, she craned her neck to look behind her and gave her enemy an apologetic smile. She mouthed ‘sorry.’

Fable gave a huff and gave the smaller mare a rough push, rolling her onto her back. “All ya’ll know is hate ‘n’ misery,” she chided angrily. She lifted Broken Heart’s right leg up high and rested the hoof on her shoulder. Once she was certain the hoof was secure, she grabbed the smaller mare’s hips, parted her thighs, and yanked until both nether lips were brought together in a passionate kiss. “But Ah’m a teach ya what its like to feel love!”

“Oh Faust yes!” Broken Heart cried. It was like Fable’s clit was trying to wrestle hers into submission. She immediately began humping back. Character or no, she had every intention of facing such a struggle head on.

Fable was now struggling to keep her breathing even. She’d already recovered from her previous climax, but it had left her incredibly sensitive down there. The way her winking lips were snogging the unicorn’s lips had a ferocious intensity to it. It was like both their marehoods were trying to devour one another. Each contact of their clits gave her a surge that could almost be described as a mini-orgasm all its own. She made sure to communicate this delight with deep moans of pleasure, which the unicorn excitedly returned.

Having been momentarily forgotten, Yapyap just sat back for the time being and gently tugged at his slick pecker. The sounds of both mares humping had already brought him back to full mast. The way they moaned, grunted, and the way their breasts made smacking sounds as they bounced around was hypnotizing. The wand had been switched on and was being used to tease at Fable’s nipples. His eyes crawled along every square inch of their bodies, lingering the most extensively around their pussies, where the most lewd of squelching noises was being made.

Yapyap knew it wouldn’t take much to blow his load from just watching. However, he was careful to keep his movements controlled and measured. He wanted to save himself for his ladies, after all.

Broken Heart was the first to spy the spectator. “Yapyap, you traitor,” she hissed. “Don’t just sit there. Help me!” None of this was part of the script they’d come up with. That had long been left behind. However, she was too engrossed in the story to drop it now.

Yapyap thought hurriedly of what he should do. Both mares’ pussies were currently occupied and he doubted he’d be able to squeeze between them. He hadn’t had Fable’s ass yet, but that seemed too predictable. He wanted to make her happy, but he also wanted to break from his usual role in these group fuckings. Then Broken Heart’s words clicked in his head and he had his idea. “You got it, boss!”

Fable slowed down in her humping to watch as Yapyap crawled up to the pair. Her grip tightened around the wand in anticipation of his character trying to take it back. Instead, she was briefly puzzled when the little fella ignored her completely and moved up to Broken Heart.

“What are you doing?” Broken Heart asked, more confused than annoyed. Her other leg had wrapped around Fable as best it could to give her an added bit of leverage as they fucked. “I said to-”

“Help you,” Yapyap cut her off with an impish grin. He sat up tall and threw a leg over his queen’s head, casting a shadow over her face with his ass, taint, and balls. “Here’s helping.” His voice was chipper and somewhat naïve sounding. He grabbed hold of his cock and angled it downward.

Eyes wide in understanding, Broken Heart opened her mouth as if to protest. However, her maw was quickly filled with the divine flavor of human cock meat. The taste was accented with the fruity tang of the earth mare’s liquid orgasm, making the flavor all the more intense as she hungrily suckled. Yapyap’s balls pressed down on the lower part of her nose, but her snout had mostly been shoved up into the human’s taint and ass. She inhaled deeply as his sweaty musk tickled her nostrils and her mind was drowned in euphoria.

“Hehe. Good boy, Yapyap,” Fable praised, picking up the pace. “That’ll sure help things along.”

“Oh good,” Yapyap said as he rotated his ass around, rubbing his dirty underside all over his unicorn’s face as she hungrily sucked and licked at her treat. Her tongue work was a little hasty, and maybe even needy. He knew that she wanted to taste him as quickly as possible. “For a second, I was worried we might be double-teaming her by accident.”

“Nah,” Fable assured as she leaned forward and let her baby feeders hang before his face. “Now, how ‘bout ya’ll really help out ‘n’ show me what yer made of?”

Yapyap didn’t bother speaking. Instead, he lunged forward and took Fables great green breast in his mouth. The other he kneaded passionately between his fingers. He took her increased volume as a sign of approval as he experimentally nibbled. She liked that too.

The trio had formed a somewhat lopsided pyramid, ever mindful of how their actions were affecting one another. Fable had one arm wrapped around Yapyap’s back to keep him from pulling away and toppling their formation. Much as she wanted to taste his lips, he was far too short to reach her from this position. She was content enough with his hungry suckling and massaging of her teats for now. Her other hand – still holding the wand – moved down and wedged the vibrating tip between the two marehoods, setting off fireworks in both mares’ brains.

Broken Heart was now rotating her hips, trying to grind her sex into the vibrations with every ounce of strength she could spare. However, her position afforded her little leverage. Instead, she sought stimulation from her own hands as she massaged her breasts. Her body was running largely on autopilot as the olfactory overload of Yapyap’s taint was making it especially difficult to think. She could barely even swirl her tongue the way he liked as she hungrily suckled his cock.

Yapyap looked up into Fable’s eyes and shared her lament. He too wished to kiss her right now. Those sorrowful eyes shot an arrow through his heart, but he knew there was simply no way. If Fable leaned too far forward, she ran the risk of overstretching Broken Heart’s leg. As such, he elected to make it up to her by attacking her breasts with even greater ferocity, her moans of delight music to his ears as he humped into Broken Heart’s mouth.

Then it came.

It started with Honey. The feeling of dominating her smaller lovers while in the guise of her favorite character had finally pushed her over the edge. Her juices sprayed out, spreading around as the liquid bounced off the vibrating wand. Moonlight followed almost immediately after. Her switch had been flipped by Honey’s cry of ecstasy and her entire body went rigid as her juices joined those of her future fellow concubine. Moonlight’s climax had caused her to give one last intense suck, drawing Thomas’ climax right out of him and into her throat. All three bodies tensed as the two on top fell into one another’s arms for support. They panted as the stupor of orgasm took hold. Thomas at least had the necessary state of mind to lean forward enough to allow Moonlight to breathe.

They stayed like that for almost a minute before Thomas decided to get up. His spent cock slid from Moonlight’s mouth with a wet, lewd slurp and he sat down beside her head. Likewise, Honey carefully moved Moonlight’s leg back down. It cramped something fierce, but the gesture was appreciated. The trio continued to say nothing and simply stare fondly at one another.

This is it, Thomas thought. This was the moment. As open as ponies were about sex, it was still something regarded as precious. And this moment shared with these two mares was absolutely something to be treasured. It sealed the deal, so to speak, about how the three felt about one another. He knew this intellectually, but also felt it a little on the emotional level. Honey had given herself to Moonlight and him. In turn, they have given themselves to her, having unity in their actions, exchanging carnal pleasures, and deepening their emotional bonds with each other.

The moment that followed was of quiet understanding and grateful smiles. No words were necessary. All were happy to have shared this moment with one another. And then, as if by magic, Honey got her second wind.

Oh lordy, was this chapter a trial. I don’t even know how long I spent trying to come up with a moderately fresh concept for Honey’s first sex scene. And once I did get an idea, it completely runs away with me, making this chapter quite a bit longer than I originally intended. But, overall, I think it turned out quite nicely.

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