“And with another bouncing goal from Pinkie Pie, the score is tied!”

'Crap!' Braeburn was beginning to get a little nervous. Sure, he figured Team Ponyville would be a challenge, but now the game was all tied up! And with time running out…

‘C’mon, Brae…’ He shook his head and tried to drown out the cheering Ponyville-side of the crowd. ‘Ya can’t lose to them… Especially not… THEM!’

He glanced over at the other team. With the short break between goals, Team Ponyville had regrouped to talk about… something or other amongst themselves. Probably enhanced Buckball tactics or something. His eyes fell on his cousin, and from the way she was smiling he could tell she had something planned for the final, pivotal stretch of the game…

Which was strange, seeing as she wasn’t even playing! When he had challenged Applejack to a game of Buckball, he was expecting that she would be the one to go head to head with him each time the ball came into play. He also expected that Rainbow Dash, the only mare in Ponyville who could match his cousin’s athleticism, or so she claimed, would be the one whom he had to get the ball past in order to score a goal.

His eyes moved to the other two mares in the group. What he certainly hadn’t been expecting was to be facing off against the premier party pony of Ponyville and her extremely timid pegasus friend! Hay, even Applejack’s choice for a unicorn was a little odd, what with how the young colt kept staring off into space through most of the game. Team Ponyville seemed like a group of total amateurs!

Which made the thought of losing even more unbearable. Losing to Applejack was one thing, but losing to a trio of ponies who had more than likely started playing only a few days ago? He would never live it down!

A whistle blew, and as Team Ponyville broke up and returned to the field Braeburn realized that he had spent his entire break still on the field. ‘Ugh, c’mon Brae… We need to focus! This is it, the next team that scores wins the game!’

His eyes narrowed to slits as Pinkie Pie bounced into her spot opposite him, and as the referee lifted the ball into the air he crouched down like a predator ready to strike. ‘Alright, here we go… I’m not gonna let this… this…’ He straightened out a little. ‘What in the hay is she DOING?’

Pinkie Pie, as one normally does when at the line waiting for the ball to come into play, had flipped over onto her head and was using her mane to keep herself upright. “Ee-hee! I think it’s more fun this way!”

Braeburn gave her a weak smile. ‘Huh, well ain’t that just the cutest thing ah I ever did see… I- wait.’ He frowned as the ref tossed the ball into the air. ‘Ohhh no, I’m not gonna fall for-’

“And Pinkie wins the Buck-off!”

The announcer's words rang in his ears for a moment. One moment the ball was falling towards the earth, and in the next it was gone, launched through the air with an impressively powerful upside-down kick from the party mare. Braeburn watched with bated breath, eyes widening as it arced through the air in slow motion towards their goal. ‘Oh please oh please oh please, don’t let it go in!’

“But her shots rejected! Back to Braeburn...”

Luckily for him it didn’t, and as the ball rebounded back towards him he snapped around and gave it a good buck towards the opposite goal. ‘Yeah, there we go! That’s sure to go-’

“Whose kick's stopped by another Fluttershy save!”

Braeburn gasped as the ball was flung right towards his face. ‘Oh crap! It’s going to hit me right in the-’
And then he was saved by the last thing he expected; Pinkie Pie’s ass. The party mare, with amazing flexibility, shoved her hind-end straight up into the air and slammed the ball back up into the air just before it could hit Braeburn.

Time didn’t just slow for the stallion, it completely stopped. And not because Pinkie had probably just hit the winning goal, either. No, what had Braeburn stunned was nothing to do with the Buckball game at all.

There, just inches from the tip of his muzzle, was the plumpest, juiciest set of mare lips his eyes had ever had the grace of falling upon. With the mare’s hind-end right at head-level and her tail lifted up and out of the way, Pinkie’s bright-pink folds were on clear display between the fat cheeks of her bountiful ass. Just above it was a darker ring of flesh, one that puckered out like a pair of lips waiting for a kiss. Just beneath it was the pert peaks of her teats, two little pink bags that jiggled around between her legs from the force of the impact. But it was those lips in the middle that Braeburn couldn’t keep his eyes off of, and as he leaned in towards them he swore he saw a flash of even pinker flesh hidden between them.

In fact, even after Pinkie had pulled her hind-end away from his face and the ball, once again stopped by the pegasus on his team, ricocheted off his head and soared towards the other team's goal, all he could think about was what he had just seen. He didn’t even flinch as, when Fluttershy stopped his shot-but-not-really-a-shot and passed it to Pinkie, the party mare slammed the ball right passed him and ended the game.

‘Damn…’ Braeburn thought as the Ponyville side of the crowd erupted in applause. ‘That’s a nice piece of pie…’

Braeburn sighed as he watched the mares of Team Ponyville embrace in a post-victory hug. ‘Dang… Ah can’t believe I lost…’ He started walking towards the arena’s exit, kicking a stone as he went. ‘And all because of… well…’

He glanced over his shoulder at the pink mare. ‘Celestia above, they were so plump and juicy looking… I can just image what those fat mare lips would feel like wrapped around the base of my-’ He quickly shook his head to banish the thought and resumed his gloomy walk towards the exit. ‘Sweet hay-feathers, look at me! Acting like a colt that just found out about sex in the middle of heat season! It was just a little peek at her privates! Totally accidental! It’s not like she’d want to-’

“Heya Braeburn!”

While he would never admit to it, Braeburn let out quite the filly-ish squeal as the mare he was just thinking about magically appeared behind him. “Whoa! Wha-” He spun around to see both Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy standing there, one smiling and one looking a little bit worried at his frightened reaction. “Jeez, Pinkie! Ya’ll scared me half to death!”

Pinkie Pie gasped hard enough to leave the ground. “Oh no! You’re half-dead?” She fell back down to Equestria, though not before floating in mid-air for a moment. “Are you, like, a zombie or something? Fluttershy, look out!” She jumped in front of her pegasus friend as if shielding her from an oncoming projectile. “Braeburn’s a zombie!”

Braeburn, wincing, looked over at a small group of ponies still hanging around the arena and blushed as he saw the questioning looks on their faces. “Uh, heh heh… No, Pinkie, I ain’t a zombie. It’s just a sayin’…”

“Oooooohhhh…” Pinkie continued to stare at him for a moment. “You sure? That kinda sounds like something a zombie would say…”

Braeburn shook his head and chuckled. “Nah, I ain’t a zombie, Pinkie. Ya’ll didn’t beat me THAT bad… Just bruised my ego, that’s all.”

“Oh no!” Pinkie turned around to face Fluttershy. “A bruised ego? Is that bad? Should I go get a band-aid or something? Do I-” The hyperactive mare continued to blabber on and on and on, and Fluttershy was far too meek to speak up and interrupt her friend mid-speech.

With the mare facing the other way, however, Braeburn once again found himself with a faceful of the pink pony’s bubbly ass and, whenever her poofy tail would swing to the side, the even pinker folds of flesh nestled between them. ‘Sweet apple orchards above, that mare’s got one nice plot!’ Pinkie jumped in place, forcing Braeburn to bite his bottom lip to hold in a moan as her hind-end jiggled around like strawberry gelatin. ‘Oh yeah, bounce ‘em up and down for me…” His stallionhood began to stir, poking out from the warm confines of his sheath into the hot, Appleloosan air. ‘I bet I could make ‘em bounce REAL nice…’

“Um… Braeburn?” Braeburn’s stomach matched Pinkie Pie’s leap with one of its own as he looked up and saw Fluttershy staring right at him. “Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, I don’t want to pry, but…” Her eyes fell below his chest and, for some reason, she backed away with her face hidden behind her mane. “O-oh my…”

“Huh?” Braeburn glanced beneath himself as well, only to be greeted by a certain long, brown stallionhood that he was quite familiar with. “Oh! Oh, my!”

Pinkie turned, still going on and on about ways to physically patch up a broken ego, and gasped as she saw what everypony else was looking at. “Oh! Look, Fluttershy! Little Brae-Brae came out to play!”

Braeburn sat down and, when crossing his legs only further accentuated his erection, brought both forehooves down to cover himself up. “Hey! He ain’t little!” He shook his head and blushed. “And don’t look at it! This is embarrassin’ enough as-is!”

Fluttershy, still looking away, was now blushing so vibrantly that it was visible right through the silken hairs of her mane. “Um, i-its okay if you get th-that sort of thing from losing… I-I’m sure p-plenty of others have that sort of, uh... You know…”

“What?” Braeburn was starting to get flustered. Why couldn’t he get it to go down?! “Nah, I don’t- ugh!” He stood up and pressed his hind legs together. “Ah’m real sorry about this, I don’t usually get… you-know-what's out in public like this...” He sighed and turned towards Pinkie. “I don’t mean to sound like a creep, but when we were playin’ Buckball I happened to catch sight of your, uh… mare-bits.” He took a step back as if expected the mare to take a swing at him. “I didn’t mean to! You kinda hit the ball with yah hind-end and, well… there it was! Let’s just forget about all this and go our separate ways, alright?”

Pinkie Pie frowned and tapped her chin in thought. “So what you're saying is that when I used my ball butt-bump special you wound up getting a peeky-peek at my fun hole and now little-but-not-that-little Brae-Brae wants to come out and play, too?”

Braeburn looked at her like she had grown a second head. “Uh… Maybe?”

Pinkie nodded her head, wisely. “Okay. Well then, let’s do this.”

The cowpony’s head tilted to the side. “Do what?”

Pinkie Pie giggle-snorted. “C’mon, silly. This is a clopshot! We’re obviously gonna end up fucking at some point!”

Braeburn’s eyes widened as the mare turned around and hiked her tail up and out of the way. “W-whoa nelly! You can’t just…” He paused, eyes trained on the pert pony pussy proudly displayed before him.

Pinkie’s clit winked.

“O-okay, I’ve made up my mind…” Braeburn licked his lips as his stallionhood re-erected between his legs. “But not out here! We need someplace a little more... private.”

Fluttershy, who had still not moved since seeing Little Brae, pointed towards the exit to the arena. “I-I’m sure that nopony’s out around back…”

“Uh…” Braeburn rubbed the back of his head. “Thanks? Guess I’ll try to make this quick…”

Pinkie shook her head. “Ohhh no, you’re not getting off the hook that easily, mister!” She turned towards Fluttershy. “And neither are you, missy! C’mon, let's go!” With a startled “Whoa!” from the stallion and a meek “Eep!” from the mare, Pinkie Pie grabbed both Braeburn and Fluttershy and dragged them towards the exit.

Braeburn gulped down the lump that had formed in his throat. ‘What have I gotten myself into?’

“Oh, fuck! Braeburn! Fuck me harder!”

Braeburn snorted and slammed another hoof into the butterflies lining the pegasus’s flank. He pulled his hips back, dragging the soaked length of his shaft from the meek mare’s depths until only the tip remained inside her superheated passage. Then he pushed forward, splitting her apart to the tune of a shrieking moan that caused his cock to flex inside her clenching tunnel and his balls to tingle as they worked on churning up more of his seed.

He glanced up at the one thing that had brought him to this point. With Fluttershy’s rear-end up in the air and her front-end down in the dirt, Pinkie had seen fit to stand over her friend’s head with her ass up in the air, almost in the same headstand position she had used in the game before. This put her pouting pussy lips right at head-level when Braeburn leaned his stomach against Fluttershy’s back, and whenever the party mare wanted to she could push her hips back to shove her pussy right into his face.

Which, as Braeburn bottomed out inside of the suddenly vocal pegasus beneath him, was exactly what she did.

Braeburn moaned into the fat mare-folds pressed against his lips, sending pleasant vibrations through Pinkie's passage that caused the mare’s bulbous clit to punch out against his chin in a weak display of defiance. The cowpony would not be denied, however, and with now well-practiced ease he rolled his tongue past her leaking mons into the superheated depths of her pussy to get another taste of her pie.

'Celestia, what a day this has been...', mused Braeburn as he ate the party mare out, 'One second I'm losing the Buckball game for my town, and the next I'm getting with two mares underneath the bleachers!

Fluttershy moaned beneath him. "Oh! Mmph, come on you... you... you loser! Is that all you got? Ah!" Braeburn's hips suddenly crashed into her ass, sending his plush, pendulous balls, hanging low in their brown, leathery sac from the Appleloosan heat, careening into the base of her marehood. "You can fuck me harder than that!"

Braeburn rolled his eyes and delivered another smack to the mare's flank, mouth never separating from the delicious treat between Pinkie Pie's legs. 'Hay, one second she can barely speak and the next she's calling me names! What a strange day!' He thrust again, this time copying his hips with his tongue to the tune of matching moans from each of the mares. 'Not that ah'm complainin', of course...'

Time had been forgotten as soon as the three of them had entered that small alcove underneath the bleachers. Braeburn had no idea how long they had been going at it, and the desert heat, made only worse with two smoking hot mares pressed up against him, was beginning to take its toll. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and back, dripping down over the curve of his balls or the muscles lining his stomach to drop to the sand below. A large wet spot had already formed between his legs, mostly from the constant stream of juices flowing from Fluttershy's clenching cunt, and he could only imagine the mess they would make upon reaching their respective climaxes.

Of course, with how hard the pegasus's passage was clenching down on him, that didn't seem to be too far away.

With a wet smack and a refreshed "Ahh!", Braeburn pulled his lips away from Pinkie's marehood to focus on finishing off his fine, feathered friend below. He grinned as Pinkie pouted at him with two pairs of lips, and after giving a sharp tug to Fluttershy's tail to drive a squeal from her lungs he waved the party mare over with his other hoof. "Alright, Pinks, get over here! Little Brae Brae is just about ready to come out and play!"

"Is he!?" Pinkie grinned and, with a single hop in which she turned a full three-hundred and sixty degrees, landed next to Fluttershy with her ass still up in the air. "Ohh, I can't wait for him to play with me! It certainly seems like Fluttershy enjoyed his visit!"

The pegasus beside her responded with her loudest moan yet, and as Braeburn wrapped both his hooves around her waist to help pummel her into the ground her voice began growing in pitch. "Oh! Oh, my! Ohhh, fuck! I'm... I'm cumming! I'm cumming all over Little Brae Brae!"

Braeburn, with one last, full-length thrust, held himself hilted inside the pegasus's clenching passage and shook his head as she continued shouting unintelligible obscenities. 'Man, these Ponyville mares are CRAZY!' Gritting his teeth to hold his own orgasm at bay as Fluttershy's body spasmed around his cock, Braeburn held himself as still as possible as warm gushes of mare-cum splattered across his balls. 'But DAMN, is it a good kind of crazy!'

Eventually Fluttershy's climax came to its shuddering conclusion, leaving the pegasus panting on the cum-soaked ground with her wings twitching on her back. With a grunt from him and a gasp from her, Braeburn pulled his wet cock from her used passage with a slick popping sound, and without the hardened rod to hold her up Fluttershy toppled over onto her side.

"Whew!" Braeburn gave his shaft a pair of hoof-pumps in congratulations for a job well done. "One down, one to go I guess! Heh, THIS certainly helps that bruised ego..."

Pinkie Pie smiled and waved her tail at him. "Thank Celestia! Now hurry up and bring Little Brae Brae over..." She reached behind herself with both hooves and pried apart the supple cheeks of her ass, revealing the leaking lips of her marehood to the world. "I got a piece of pie I'd like him to try!"

Braeburn licked his lips. "Oh, I'm sure he's gonna enjoy it, Miss Pinkie!" He walked behind her and quickly reared up onto her back, lining up the blunted head of his cock with the puffy folds of her marehood. "Get ready, because here... he-"

"Braeburn!"

With a startled yelp, Braeburn fell off Pinkie's back and landed on the ground with a pained grunt. He quickly recovered, however, because the voice that had just spoken could only belong to one mare.

"Braeburn, what in Celestia's name do you think you're doin'!?" Applejack lifted a hoof up to shield her eyes from the sight of her cousin's cum leaking from Fluttershy's battered lips. "Ya can't just fuck my friends out in the open! What if some foals stumbled up on yah?"

"Uh..." Braeburn looked towards Pinkie, who had spun around and was now meekly rubbing her foreleg. "Well, I mean, we thought most everypony had left already, and-"

"Well, you thought wrong!" Applejack sighed and, not looking in their direction, waved them away with a hoof. "Just... Just go ahead and take yah business elsewhere!"

Braeburn meekly shuffled his hoof around in the dirt. "Sorry, cuz... I won't let it happen- Pinkie?" Braeburn watched, stunned as the pink mare walked up to Applejack with clear intentions in her eyes. "Pinkie, what are you-"

Braeburn's eyes widened. Without warning, Pinkie Pie had wrapped a hoof around Applejack's shoulders and pulled her into a kiss, all while leaving that same pair of bright pink lips that had gotten him into this mess to begin with on full display. Applejack seemed just as surprised as he was, and after a second or two of staying lip-locked with her friend she pushed the party mare away.

"P-Pinkie!? What... What in the hay was that!?"

Pinkie Pie wiped her lips and grinned. "Getting you in on the action, of course! Now, get that apple butt of yours over there and wait for Braeburn to finish his pie!"

Applejack reared back. "Apple butt? Pie? Pinkie, what in Celestia's name are you going on about?" She turned to look at Braeburn and blushed as she saw his slickened shaft glistening in the desert sun. "And I ain't gonna just join in, Pinkie... He's my cousin!"

With a noticeable strut to her steps, Pinkie Pie turned and sultrily made her way back over to Braeburn. "So?" She stopped and shoved her ass up into the air, proudly displaying the leaking lips of her pussy to anypony who wanted to see it. "It's all in good fun! Plus, you know what I'd do in a situation like this?"

Applejack blushed and turned away. "Wh-what's that, Pinks?"

Pinkie Pie smiled, confidently. "Not think about it."

It took a moment, but soon the dawning of realization came over Applejack's face. And as the mare, his cousin, turned towards him with a lustful glint in her eyes Braeburn felt Little Brae Brae throb between his legs.

Losing had never felt so good!

Author's Notes:

Another week, another one that felt rushed to me. Sometimes I think I should have made them "Weekly Clopshots" and not "24-Hour" ones, just so I would have more time to plan ahead / flesh things out (plus, more clop!). Ah well, hindsight is 20/20 I guess! (Though this one was written with a cold that's thankfully starting to go away, so maybe next week I'll be able to write a longer one!)