Full chapter well over 20K words. Releasing the larger, meatier part first while I continue correcting and fixing up the main clop scene. So here's that larger part with some spicieness in it.

Let's agree to never do this long of a 'chapter' again...

Fredrick did not know what to expect as the afternoon waned and dusk quickly approached. Though, despite the temperature being only a mite bit warmer than the previous evenings, Stella and Sveta instructed him to wear a bathing suit when it became time to venture out.

That alone was enough to spark some excitement within him… more so because he hadn’t been swimming in a while rather than the chance at seeing both Sabre sisters in (hopefully) skimpy bikinis.

Well, at least that's what his interpretation of his own mental ramblings dictated as he was awaiting the girls to finish getting ready... for the last forty-five minutes.

Some things never changed from world-to-world, dimension-to-dimension.

Fred sat on the edge of Stella’s bed while his marefriend and her sister occupied the nearest restroom in their quest to finish making themselves 'presentable' for the evening, whatever that meant for a simple dip in the pool. With a short-sleeved, black shirt and an identically colored bathing suit to match, Fred’s attention was engaged entirely with his phone as he flipped through some of the pictures he had taken in the last couple of months in Equestria. Said pictures spanned from when he and Stella's relationship was fledgling, up to the past couple of days here in Thestralshire.

With his left hand casually stroking his lower lip, the human thumbed to the next picture in his camera roll:

It was a selfie from a beaming Stella, one that she had taken while gesturing to a passed-out Fredrick on his bed. Even further, she had drawn a disturbingly detailed stallion penis right across his forehead with a marker.

Fredrick pursed his lips at the memory. That was the night before he had to shadow Celestia to meet with a foreign delegation. He ended up having to scrub his forehead raw just to get it all out. Luna was also able to help out with some magic, but he had to contend with her constant, shrieking laughter.

Fredrick stirred away from his phone screen at the occasional conversation that he could hear down the hall between the two sisters. It had been, usually, too muffled to hear beyond single words which were occasionally spoken louder than the others.

Those tended to be insults and slurs slung at one another though, much to the human’s entertainment.

“What… fuck off… cunt!” he barely heard, laced with a rhasp that he could identify as Stella’s several miles away.

A rush of air exited his nose and a gentle smirk found its place on the lower half of his face as he went back to swiping through some more recent memories.

However, his little trip down memory lane was again interrupted with two gentle knocks at the door.

Fredrick looked up and smiled brightly as he found Schiavona peeking into the room. Still, there was that residual awkwardness as a result of her barging right in and taking a sneaky look at Fredrick’s thang. He wasn’t annoyed about it, really, but still...

“Oh, hey Vona!” he greeted.

The matriarch smiled a toothy grin right back at him, cocking her head all the while.

“S’goin’ on, mate?” she inquired.

Fredrick shrugged.

“Bah, not much. Just waiting for Stel’ and Svet’ to finish up before we head out for the evening,” he informed, having lay his phone right beside him on Stella’s bed.

Vona rolled her eyes.

“How long’ve those vain cunts been in there?”

Fredrick glanced at his wrist, where a watch would have been if he wore one.

“I’d say about forty-five minutes or so,” he answered, then added with a hint of unease:

“Not really sure what they’re doing in there, to be honest. We just need bathing suits and some casual clothing, really. They're probably… scheming.”

Vona stepped deeper into the room, shaking her head whilst thumbing over her shoulder oh-so matter-of-factly.

“I c’n drag their asses outta there if they’re keepin’ ya too long,” she offered.

Fredrick was quick to shut that down with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

“It’s all good, I don’t mind waiting, really. Not like I have anywhere else to be, anyway,” he said.

Vona, however, also took that as the perfect moment to address the elephant in the room.

“Well, either way… sorry about walkin’ in on you two earlier. Pretty ballsy of ya tae do shit like that at high noon… I’m actually impressed, mate,” she informed with another cheeky smile.

For Fredrick, hearing that from her ensured that the whole debacle was just a hilarious incident, and nothing more than a tiny debacle. A nonissue.

“Water under the bridge, Vona,” Fredrick replied with the appropriate hand gesture.

Vona placed her hands on her hips, cocking them to the right.

“Hell, as forward as Stella is, I don’t think I’d’ve ever thought she had it in ‘er tae do somethin’ like that… she hates explainin’ her relations with others tae us. It’s actually really fuckin’ funny, tae go windin’ ‘er up about it.”

Fredrick couldn’t stifle the genuine laughter that made its way out of his throat, nor the beaming, familiar smile that had struck his features.

“Yep. You’re definitely her mom,” he said, nodding.

It was Schiavona’s turn to shrug, and return that cheeky, innocent smile to her face that was so quintessentially ‘Stella’ that it was uncanny.

“Was there ever a doubt, love?”

With a pursed smile, Fredrick shook his head.

“No. Never. Since the moment we met.”

Her fangs seemed to shimmer in the unnatural light.

“Good answer, mate.”

Vona flipped a portion of her bangs out of her face and again thumbed over her shoulder.

“Seriously though, I c’n drag ‘em out by their thongs if they’re holdin’ you up.”

Fredrick waved her offer off.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Besides, I’ve got my entertainment right here!” he said, brandishing his phone.

Vona cocked her head.

“Aye?”

“Yup! Got pictures of us from the past few months!”

Vona's face brightened at the mention of 'pictures,’ and Fredrick saw Stella's trademark expression written all over her.

“Oooh lemme 'ave a look, aye~?” she squee’d, planting herself right next to Fredrick on her bed. In a display of complete violation of personal space and boundaries in the most Sabre-esque fashion, Vona wrapped both her arms around Fredrick's neck and leaned against him to get a comfortable look.

However, the little contraption in Fredrick’s hand did well to dumbfound her.

“The fuck is this thing, anyway?” Vona dared to inquire.

Fredrick, however, was already thinking of what he could show Vona, so he wasn’t in much of a mood to go through the whole 'human technology' spiel again.

He replied, skirting the subject:

“Ehhh it’s some human tech, but one of the best things about it is that it holds a bunch of pictures. Here, check this one out!”

The first picture that Fredrick brought up was one of his personal favorites: one of he and Stella at one of their favorite restaurants. The two, in casual clothing, had an arm slung around each other and were beaming at the camera. Fredrick remembered that he had a passer-by take the picture of them at this point, and with Stella’s open-mouthed, fangy smile, he could tell right away that she was somewhat tipsy.

Vona’s eyes, in turn, lit up.

“That’s just wonderful,” she voiced, and her higher pitch was downright adorable. “You two at least take good fuckin’ pictures together! Got somethin’ goin' fer ya!” she also joked.

Fredrick brushed his fingers across the screen and swiped to what he hoped was the next picture in that fun evening, one that he was reminiscing about…

...and then a sneaky selfie downshirt of Stella’s squeezed, bra-clad chest was on full, beautifully lit display for what was presumably his eyes and his eyes only.

He decided not to wait for any reaction from Vona and did what any normal human male would have done in such a scenario.

“OOOKAAAAY then, let’s move on… I don't remember that one. Goddamn it Stella...” he voiced, his exaggerated tone laced with trepidation.

Vona, naturally, had a few words. She giggled into her hand.

“You two need tae fuckin’ relax… don’t go burning out so soon, aye?”

Fredrick was quick to rush to his defense, hands up.

“Hey, it’s not my fault that she’s insane half the time!” he said, laughing at the end as well. “Trust me, I don’t ask to find all the sexy pics on my phone that just pop up at random intervals… she’s too smart and sneaky for her own good, that mare.”

Vona figured that was at least partially true.

“Mhmm,” she responded with an only partially convinced nod. “What’s really interestin’ is that, she’s really only like that with those that she really cares about in the whole, romatic-y nausiatin’ sense. Not really surprisin’ since you two are together,” she then added.

Fredrick, however, issued a correction.

“Well, based on the time when that picture was taken, that was about two months before we actually became an item.”

Vona raised a lone, perfectly contoured eyebrow.

“Oh? Now, that is surprising,” she corrected herself.

The matriarch righted her posture to face Fredrick more fully, then crossed her right leg over her left to ensure propriety.

“Hope you don’t mind me pryin’ with some usual parentin’ gobshite, but it looks like you’ve got fuck-all else tae do…”

Fredrick was more than willing and able, and he gestured with an open palm and mischievous smirk.

“Sure thing! You and Vampir never really asked me much about… me. I’m actually surprised, as I was expecting you both to castrate me if I wasn’t good enough for your daughter or something,” Fred jested.

Schiavona let the banter roll off her shoulder.

“Nah mate, that practice died out a couple decades ago.”

Fred blinked.

“Huh?”

“What?”

“Didn’t you just…?”

“The fuck’re ya on about, you cheeky twat?” came an oh-so innocent diversion.

Fredrick blinked a couple of times and shook his head.

“Right. Well, anyway, yeah of course. Ask away!” he affirmed.

Vona leaned forward to ask a rather pressing question that had been on her mind since she met Fredrick:

“When you first met Stella… what did you think of her? Just curious…”

As for the human, he actually had to think for a moment on that. That night was a whole mish-mash of emotions and thoughts that he wasn’t exactly sure what he thought of her precisely when the guardsmare introduced herself so suddenly. After all, it was only supposed to be a quick asking for directions and that would’ve been the end of that.

But no, she just had to go out of her way to be friendly to him.

“Well, I thought she was an upstanding mare. Exceedingly friendly and well-mannered to a fault,” he so succinctly summarized.

Vona, however, was not convinced.

“‘Upstandin’?’ ‘Friendly an’ well-mannered?’” she reiterated. Who exactly was he talking about?

“Don’t lie tae me, colt!” she demanded, jutting an index finger into Fred’s chest.

Fredrick chuckled at the insinuation.

“Heh, hey I never said she wasn't insane beyond belief… but she was a good mare when I first met her," he nodded. "She was my first friend, after all,” he noted.

Vona considered his words.

“True. She does have an uncanny ability take make friends as easily as enemies… usually the latter, though…”

Fredrick smirked.

“Oh believe me… I’ve seen both of those in action many, many times… sometimes to the same pony in the span of ten minutes!” he relayed, so fondly having recalled a certain incident in the Stalactite where she met one of her kin.

All was well one second… then he and Highground had to stop her from killing the mare, the next.

Schiavona narrowed her eyes and donned a much more disbelieving look. She pointed towards the door.

“Do ya have any idea how often I’ve had tae take her outta school ‘cause she started fuckin’ fights?”

Fredrick's eyes widened and he leaned forward with extra-rapt interest.

“HAH! Really?? She actually started fights in school? I'm not sure why I'm so surprised at that...”

“Every. Single. One.”

Though, Vona went one step further and carefully explained one caveat to her assertion:

“Thing is, nopony could prove she started them. Never. It was impressive, really. But I knew.”

She then sat up straight and flipped a few errant strands of her bangs out of her face. And with an additional prodding of Fred’s shoulder with her fist, she added:

“Call it a mother’s intuition, mate.”

Fredrick chuckled.

“Intuition that your daughter is a hellspawn that can't get along in a civilized society?”

Schiavona shrugged once more with her own knowing smirk. An air of familiarity passed over her features as she replied:

“Oi, sometimes the urge tae punch some cunt is impossible tae ignore, love. She's just like me in that sense—couldn't really fault 'er fer it. I lived it fer over twenty years,” she emphasized with a hand to her chest.

“Heh, I could never do that,” Fred replied, shaking his head in mild disbelief. He then added with a little extra playful snark:

“It’s a wonder your family hasn’t gone extinct by now.”

And of course Vona had something quite pertinent to counter to that:

“Well mate, ya do realize that I married into this family, right? I’m a Sabre now, but I wasn’t born that way. I’m sure you’re aware of that though…” she said, fluttering her eyelashes oh-so infuriatingly.

“In fact, me maiden name is ‘Cutlass.’”

Oh. Right.

Still, Fredrick was presented with a golden opportunity and he was not one to squander as such.

“More like you ‘cut lasses,’ amirite?”

Vona rolled her eyes hard to the point where it looked like Fred’s shitty pun actually caused her physical pain. That was the power of puns though: simultaneously amazing and the bane of existence, while being able to manifest their terrible punchlines as physical pain.

How many advantages could a corny individual have?

“If I had a bit fer everytime that joke was made, I’d probably ‘ave bought out the princesses themselves,” she replied with a slight edge of mirth under her breath.

Clearly, she wasn’t a fan of that.

“Oi mum!” came a familiar voice from the doorway.

Both looking up, they found Stella in a crimson v-neck with her usual black short-shorts. The pink support string of a swimsuit top could be seen around her neck, with the entire garment expertly hidden from view under her unassuming clothing.

“Ya done tryin’ tae fuck me coltfriend?” she asked with a single, exposed fang through her lopsided smirk.

Fredrick averted all gazes in the room.

“Oh Jesus Christ…”

Schiavona stood up, stretched her shirt back out before making her way towards the door, unfazed.

“You fuckin’ wish, love! An’ just fer that, yer father an’ I ‘re gonna have primal, bawbag-bustin’ sex on yer bed when you’re all out!” she riposted with a very real threat.

Fredrick was powerless to contain his cackling, and he doubled over on the bed—especially at the sight of Stella's horrified, disgusted face. It wasn't something he was privy to very often, and even less so was he the cause of it. He cherished every time it manifested itself.

“Oh… oh fuck!” Fredrick wheezed. “I'm gonna have a heart attack!”

“Please don't…” Stella exhorted.

“Sucks fer you, lass!” came Sveta's own reply to the little fiasco as she waltzed into Stella's domain. Her bright-pink v-neck shirt contrasted starkly with her teal coat and sapphire eyes, and her own choice for black, denim short-shorts was well-placed.

Schiavona brushed passed both her taller daughters with an air of confidence several times their combined heights.

“Don't think yer exempt, me lovely daughter with tits-that-are-clearly-not-from-me-gene-pool…~”

Sveta recloiled, flabbergasted.

“An’ just what the fuck did I do?!”

Vona brought her youngest daughter’s face low for a quick, motherly kiss on the cheek.

“Exist.”

She then promptly made her exit and strode down the hall with her usual pep in her step that had come to define the Sabre matriarch. The ‘OG Stella,’ as it were.

After everyone in the room had seen Schiavona off, Stella and Sveta turned towards a recovering Fredrick, and beckoned him to his feet.

“Well mate?” Stella called. “We goin’?”

Equestria in and of herself was a land constructed of pure majesty. Hell, this world, much like Earth, had its own sets of natural wonders and sights to behold that would steal the unknowing breath out of anypony that dared allow it to take them by surprise…

...and no, Fredrick was, for once, not referring to Stella’s and Sveta’s racks.

The human’s eyes glinted and absorbed every bit of shimmering light that reflected off the walls of the cavern path that both mares were currently leading him through.

Darkened, onyx-black and stone cave walls gave way to jagged, symmetric fields of crystals that splintered across said walls like the elegant, flowing quills of a porcupine. Pallets of colors from the deepest sapphires to the brightest pink seemed to ‘breath’ and pulse with the redirection of natural light within the cave, and light-reflections gave way to a disco-ball like effect as the trio meandered through this natural wonderland.

The smile that was plastered on Fredrick’s face was hard-pressed to leave, even at the prospect of muscle memory taking hold much like the childhood myths. His face was warmer at the sheer happiness of the majesty he was seeing… as a nature freak since back home on Earth, he lived for nice hikes out with friends and seeing the wonders of his local area in which he could get lost in.

That beautiful, lush waterfall back in Hawaii might as well have been a turd sandwich compared to the likes of what he had seen thus far here in Equestria.

Thankfully, the human was well grounded by Stella, who let her posture sag as they walked, courtesy of he letting her hang her arms around his neck. Sveta remained detached from the both, conferring onto them a story with mildly animated hands.

Stella, was in absolute stitches and on the verge of busting out laughing.

“I can’t deal with this fuckin' story…” she giggled out, pressing her face into Fredrick’s back as she fought with every fiber of her being to contain her impending guffaw.

Fredrick was in no better straits as he wordlessly cued Sveta to continue her tale of a particularly terrible escapade.

“…so already shit wasn’t goin’ well. Date was terrible, but at least the food is good,” Sveta finished reasoning.

The cavern widened out, and the trio passed unhindered through a field of jagged crystals that sprung out of the ground like blades of grass on an untouched field.

“And you still went back and slept with him?!” Fredrick asked, in disbelief.

Stella pressed her cheek into Fred’s shoulder to shield her own high-pitched giggling, borderline squeaking.

Sveta, for her part, shrugged with a rather guilty smirk.

“Oi, everypony needs tae get ‘serviced’ once in a while. I figured maybe the twat was a shit date, clearly… but maybe he’d be a halfway decent fuck. I needed a release... then I'd never see 'im again!”

Stella had more than a little to say about that when she squealed out in half-laughter.

“PFFT! Oh don’t talk wank, ya fuckin’ slag you were just horny an’ he was hot wasn’t he??”

Fredrick snickered and turned his attention back to Sveta.

“Oh? Is this true?”

Sveta squirmed a bit as they all walked, pursing her lips and refusing to look their way for a few seconds.

“Ehhh… okay fine. Aye! He was very good lookin’ and I wanted at least somethin’ decent outta that night.”

Fredrick then inferred:

“But I’m guessing that’s not what happened. At all.”

Stella’s quiet cackling was incessant by this point. It was obvious to the human that she had heard this story many, many times and it was one of her favorites… seemingly a tale of bad luck on the part of her younger sister.

Sveta sighed and shook her head, having reflected momentarily on what the hell had happened that fateful night a couple years ago.

“NOPE!” she bounced back. She, too, giggled at the thought of retelling this story but her words were not without the tiniest, detectable hint of bitterness.

“Naturally, it didn’t take much convincin’ on his part tae take me back tae his place and at least give me a modest shag…” her words trailed off, and it was not lost upon Fredrick.

He beckoned her forward.

“What happened…?”

“Well…”

Stella piped up again.

“Well, on ya go, then! Yer just cockteasisn’ now!” she demanded.

Sveta nodded and held her hand up—she was getting there.

“Right, but one thing I should mention tae you Fredrick about me…” she hung on her words. Fredrick was all ears, and Stella was almost desperately egging her on.

“I’m sure yer cool enough where ya won’t go howlin’ this shit tae the world—and I think yer cool obviously—but tae get the full context of how bad of a session this was, ya have tae know that I’m extremely sensitive… down there,” she alluded with the appropriate hand gestures.

Fred’s eyes widened a smidge, but he understood immediately.

“OHHH. Got it.” But, his desire to know more intensified. “How sensitive we talking?”

Stella, naturally, had something to say about that.

“She’s a cheap date and a cheap fuck in the greatest way possible: barely any effort tae please fer either,” she quipped.

Fredrick's jaw dropped as he turned his head to his marefriend.

"Holy shit, Stella..."

Sveta rolled her eyes, but her own smirk never waned. Again, she shrugged, guilty as charged.

“I’d tell ya tae go fuck yerself if you weren’t spot on about that. But it’s true—I really don’t like extravagant dates, and I’m really not hard tae please in bed. The latter’s a bit more of a curse than a blessin’,” she reasoned.

Fredrick was a little curious at that statement.

“Oh? How so?” he asked. “I’ve heard all the horror stories from Stella and others of how terrible a lot of stallions are in bed. One-pump chumps and all. Thought you being able to get more enjoyment in a shorter time would be a better deal?”

Sveta, resolutely shook her head much slower.

“Fuck nae. That’s just it—sometimes I just wanna enjoy it. It’s not enjoyable if I’m just getting’ into it and then my fuckin’ orgasm sneaks up on me and clubs me in the back of the head with a truncheon. You feel…” Sveta jogged her thoughts a bit and twirled her hand for the proper word.

“…full. But not always satisfied. Like eating Chineighse food! I’d have tae go again and again fer it tae really hit me an' be satisfied. But no, these dickheads are all done by that point! I can’t even take tae the top and ride ‘im fer me own pleasure because by the time I’ve mounted the fucker he’s cum and gone soft!”

Sveta caught herself after her last sentence, having realized that she had gone on a mini-rant about the generalities of her ‘experience.’ The color rushing to her sapphire cheeks was so severe, she might as well have been reflecting off the crystals.

“Heh… sorry. Got carried away, mate.”

Fredrick wasn’t offended in the slightest. Quite the contrary—this was the most in one sitting that Sveta had revealed to him about her personal life. In fact, even when she had dragged him around Thestralshire to show him the sights, they didn’t dive too deep into personal matters beyond work, school, and family.

Progress was progress, in the end.

“All good,” he dismissed with a wave.

“Aye,” Stella voiced. “Besides, ya probably got ‘im hard as these crystals talkin’ about that!” she nudged Fredrick, pushing herself off of him and forcing him to stumble.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Fred said, though Sveta could only manage an awkward chuckle.

Stella slid to the front of their path and walked backwards in front of Fredrick so she could see him eye-to eye. She rose to his words challengingly playful:

“What? Don’t gimme that shit! Ya totally enjoyed that, ya cheeky cunt! Let’s see about that!” she countered, and reached for the crotch of his pants, though Fredrick quickly batted her hand away.

His own playful smile was suspicious.

“The hell are you doing??”

“Tryin’ tae grab a feel of yer cock an’ balls, what does it look like?” she asked, unfazed by ‘public’ social norms.

She reached for him again, and he, again, batted her hand away, though it took some extra effort.

“We’re in public and in front of your sister, you wench,” he blocked her reasoning as he blocked her hand.

“And?”

She reached with both of her hands this time, but Fredrick anticipated her motions and was able to restrain her by the wrists.

He then turned his head back toward Sveta, who looked… unsure of how to react to their shenanigans.

“Anyway, please continue your story…” he said as Stella continued to flail in his hold.

“COME ON, YA SHAVEN BOLLOCK! LEMME FEEEEL!”

Sveta was more than happy to do just that.

“Right, well, as I said, I’m extremely sensitive down there tae the point where it takes very little effort tae push me over the edge. Well… even that wasn’t enough apparently.”

“Oh?” Fredrick questioned.

“YUP! I was literally in the easiest, most submissive position on me back with me legs spread wide… and fuck me mate I was bored! His form was terrible and he fuckin’ came so quick I didn’t even get a chance tae get even a tingle… that’s unheard of fer me, mate!” she detailed.

Fredrick tried to stop himself from giggling at this poor mare’s expense… but it was hopeless. Even Stella ceased her ministrations to take part.

“Fuck me this story never gets old…” she whined out in strained laughter, retaking her place next to Fredrick as they continued their stroll through the cavern. Fredrick could see an opening down in the distance as the final leg of the cave exploring was a descent into the night air.

“AND WHAT’S WORSE!” Sveta emphasized. “Was that I was not being subtle that I was bored. I fuckin’ yawned like four times. Believe me when I say this was the worst experience I had ever had… not that I had many but fuck me fer thinkin’ a hot stallion would be at least an acceptable bang.

“Then… the moment he cums inside me suddenly, he lets out this howl. He fuckin’ howls tae the goddamn moon like some primordial beast in the fuckin’ night!”

Fredrick’s jaw hit the floor and was probably dragging dirt behind the trio, and Stella had lost her shit entirely to an inconsolable, hyena-like cackle… one that echoed throughout the crystal cavern.

“Are… are you fucking kidding me?” Fredrick dared to ask.

Stella was no better for wear.

“Oh fuck… Oh god I’m gonna fuckin' die!”

“Fredrick, I wish I was. But no… I’ll never forget that night where I was arse-out, vag-out, tits-out naked, on me back, legs spread with some cunt’s dick in me, freshly cum, while this dickhead tosser is howling tae the moon. I’m honestly gonna still wake up in the night occasionally with nightmares until I die of old age.”

“Oh. My. God…” Fredrick muttered still in disbelief at how hilariously bad that was. It was so outlandishly funny that he couldn’t even manifest that with a laugh.

“Aye… so at that point. Once he was done, I pretty much said ‘Well, thanks mate, but I gotta go. Cheerio!’ and I just tucked tail an’ got the fuck outta there as fast as I could.”

Stella still was nowhere done.

“The fucking howl…” she seemed to have trouble breathing. “The fucking howl!”

“Did… did you even put your clothes back on?”

“Psh. Barely. Bra wasn’t even fittin’ right by that point but ‘fuck it.’ So, that’s when I truly learned that looks weren’t everythin’,” she stated. “Fuck me, mate… that was literally the most disappointin’ night of me life,” she continued to reflect.

Stella piped in, pointing straight ahead with a giddy smile having returned to her blushed face.

“Well, ya don’t have tae dwell on it much now, filly. We’re here! Come on!” she exclaimed, and with that she snatched Fredrick’s left hand and yanked him forward with the force of an accelerating sports car.

Having to correct himself before he faceplanted in a mixture of dirt and crushed rocks with the occasional crystal fragment, he kept pace with Stella as best he could.

Breathing heavily as he glanced over his shoulder, Sveta waved them both off—she was more than content on letting them barge ahead and take the beach, as it were. She wanted to enjoy strolling through the crystal cave and take in the sights that Fredrick wished to drink in more, anyway.

But as they were drawn out of the mouth of the cavern that connected Thestralshire to… wherever they were going, Fredrick was suddenly okay with leaving the beautiful, luminescent crystal caves behind.

His senses were stirred when three drops of a gentle drizzle plinked him right in the nose and cheeks. Stopping in his tracks when Stella permitted him, Fred gazed to the sky for a split second like a mindless turkey and indeed confirmed that they were in open air with the Northern Mountain Range’s iconic overcast skies above… the white clouds, however, were darkened on account of the sun having set a couple of hours ago, giving way to Luna’s night that was fully—almost criminally—obscured by what was the grey firmament.

Fredrick loved the rain, so concluding that it was drizzling comfortably brought an instantaneous grin to his face and a surge of warmth through his core. This was amplified when Stella took his hand… and then physically angled his face down to the main attraction.

“Look, love!”

The dried, hard dirt ground from inside the cavern had not changed once they had made their way outside. And as Stella had drawn attention to with an open palm, Fredrick lay eyes upon what looked like individual hot springs. In the temperate atmosphere that shrouded vision beyond hundreds of feet, a clearing opened up with large, jacuzzi-sized craters within the ground… craters that held water that sizzled and seemed to be on the verge of boiling with how enticingly hot they were.

There were dozens of them. Dozens-beyond-dozens... and despite how amazing a sight to behold they were, it was still a work day, because other ponies present were few and far between.

They had their pick of the craters. Their own little spa in the open rain.

Once again, Fredrick wondered how Stella ever left her home. This was paradise. This was Eden. This was everything he could have ever hoped for in a vacation.

“…Mate, are you crying?” Sveta asked pointedly, having well-caught up and her head in front of him to see his awed expression.

Fredrick was quick to wipe any form of sheen from his face.

“Nah, man,” he quickly replied, shying away for a moment as he exaggerated a sniff to feign allergies. “Just really humid over here. And allergies. Makin’ me all red and shit.”

Sveta stared right through his soul… and she was clearly not convinced in the slightest of his assertion.

“Yer somethin’ else, mate.”

“Oi! Fuckwits!” came Stella’s interjection from about fifty feet away

Both turning toward her voice, they found her retrieving the tip of her hoof from inside one of the larger baths, to which she exclaimed:

“How ‘bout you two stop fuckin’ flirtin’ an’ get over here! Water’s perfect! And you,” she pointed to Sveta. “…have the beer, ya wanker!”

Sveta hollowed her hands and shouted back:

“Aye! In yer fuckin’ wet dreams, slag! If ya colonize the entire fuckin' thing I’ll rip yer clit off, ya selfish cunt.”

The two began the easy walk over to their partner in crime, meandering past the empty crater baths just begging to be occupied.

Stella then promptly shouted back through hollowed hands:

“Promise~?”

“Aye! I promise! I’ve wanted to since I was five!” Sveta asserted.

Fredrick decided to not intervene at this point, despite the plethora of snarky remarks that he would have been able to muster at a moment’s notice should he have decided to speak up. Of course, even in jest, it was probably not wise to insert himself into the banter of the two Sabre sisters.

And as he and Sveta rejoined Stella at the brim of a large, voluminous crater did he realize that this was probably a revelation that would save his life and sanity in the future.

Sisterly banter continued in earnest, but Fredrick understood one thing about ponies as a species: they were very much like humans… probably ninety-five percent if he had to make an accurate assessment. The remaining five percent was nothing more than basic, intrinsic values that differed because of social evolution differences.

And cosmetic differences, of course.

But one thing that seemed to hold steadfast much like with humanity was the uncanny ability to unite against a common threat.

And, though Fredrick was no stranger to trading jabs (and losing) with Stella and Sveta separately, trying to take them both on at the current time would have been foolhardy, and guarantee him a two-front banter slugfest that would see his self-esteem likely beaten to a pulp.

Fredrick pushed this aside when he opted to remove his socks and shoes. While Stella and Sveta continued to jab at each other, his main call was now the alluring sound of bubbling, steaming water of the natural jacuzzi in front of them.

With the care of an utmost sensitive individual, he carefully dipped his big toe into the awaiting bath and found the temperature just a smidge hotter than most jacuzzies he was used to. To him, that wasn’t a bad thing—he felt most of them erred on the cooler side than what he would have normally liked, so this was a plus.

“Sweet! This water is perfect!” he announced, cutting through the sisterly tension like a knife.

“Told ya!” Stella replied oh so pointedly. “Now come on you two! Let’s get in, grab a drink, and fuckin’ relax fer the rest of the evenin’!”

Sveta shrugged, more than happy to be doing something else than annoying (and getting counter-annoyed by) Stella.

“Sure!”

Fredrick then weighed his opinion in:

“Don’t have to tell me twice!”

And with that, he promptly discarded his shirt, leaving him bare in his new bathing suit that he had not gotten the chance to wear in a good few months. The Guard Recreation Center that Stella sometimes snuck him into had a damn-nice pool… but this one right in front of him was crafted to perfection by Nature’s delicate hands through countless eons of erosion.

Obviously better.

As Fredrick was in the presence of two very beautiful mares—and as men were oft to do—he gave himself a sneaky look-over. He prided himself on how he was able to lose at least the worst parts of the little pudge on his lower stomach, leaving him with a rather smooth, slimmer appearance than when he had first arrived.

Some forced attendance to the GRC with Stella at odd hours of the week also contributed to him toning a little bit. He hadn’t had as much of a chance to exercise as he would have liked… not because of work hours but because he had scheduled too much time to do nothing.

Priorities.

And without much hesitation, she dropped himself into the ‘rain bath’ and immersed himself up to his hips as he took in the sensation of the light drizzle cooling his upper body, with the enveloping warmth coming from the bath.

Stella followed Fredrick right up in removing her extraneous clothing by first having dropped her short-shorts, revealing a bright pink, rather standard bikini bottom that left little of her powerful legs to the imagination. Knowing full-well that she had captured Fredrick’s attention, she had turned around during the entire process and made sure to add extra sway to her hips as she shimmied out of her bottoms.

Those slim, toned abdominals we’re nothing to balk at, either. Neither we’re her perfect just-larger-than handfuls of her pink-covered breasts, where the more triangular cups cradled them perfectly.

Stella was definitely pretty in pink.

All the while as per usual Stella antics, she never broke eye contact with Fredrick as he watched her strip down into more ‘appropriate’ attire. The command she still exuded over him in terms of her body was something she was still immensely prideful of.

Then, she undid the ponytail from her head, allowing her mane to fall perfectly to her upper back.

“Alright! Make room, dickhead!” she exclaimed.

Her tail swishing with excitement, Stella dropped all notions of alluring sexiness and jumped right in with Fredrick, splashing his entire frontside with hot water. Fredrick was no worse for wear, evident by his snickering at being bathed.

Stella emerged from underneath the surface, bathing suit firmly grasping every inch of her curves and mane beautifully straight and flattened against her head. Her eyes peaked out from under the shawl of her bangs whilst her ears cutely poked out of the damp forest.

Then, all attention fell on Sveta.

“Well?” Stella beckoned with both hands to her inappropriately dry and dressed sister. “Get a move on, lass!”

The younger Sabre rolled her eyes and grasped at the hem of her shirt.

“Aye. Let’s get this over with.”

Fredrick had been too occupied with Stella splashing him with water and soaking him to the core to notice Sveta stripping down to more appropriate attire, but, when he finally glanced up over the edge of the rain bath to just focus on some movement on his peripheral vision… time slowed in proportion to the size his eyes dilated.

Sveta, with no regard for sexiness much unlike Stella, had peeled her pink shirt off her torso and haphazardly discarded it behind her with the rest of their belongings. One last flick of a button and a zip later, her shorts were crumpled on the floor at her hooves… which she promptly stepped out of and kicked behind her to join its fallen partners in crime.

And in their wake stood a slim, busty mare that was conjured out of the collective dreams of all straight stallions in the world.

Two fangs framed her lower lip, unlike Stella’s snaggle that was so endearing. She then, like Stella, let cut her ponytail loose and shook her own navy-blue mane free of its unnatural bounds… which fell a tad lower than Stella’s did on her back.

Her hips were smaller than Stella’s, though Fredrick’s eyes casually wandered up her slim tummy. Grooves of the muscle underneath lining her very lightly-defined abs (much unlike Stella’s) were a telltale sign of a mare who kept herself in shape via the gym.

And then, came the greatest eye-candy of all—her chest.

The neat tuft of ‘floof’ on her sternum disappeared enticingly into the valley of her already-established large bosom. The pink cups strained just a little bit to comfortably nestle those perfect teardrop-shaped breasts in their embrace, but only had the effect of creating a natural chasm that would make any straight stallion and gay mare salivate with lust at the teal-coated beauty.

Her tail coiffed and curled to the small of her back as she unceremoniously stretched herself out, thrusting her balled-up fists to the floor and her bust outward for the briefest of moments—it lasted a lifetime to an embarrassed yet enraptured Fredrick.

Stella once again manually closed his jaw.

“See somethin' ya like, mate?” she whispered with characteristic snark.

“Oh shut the hell up, you,” he shot back to muffled cackling.

“Righto,” Sveta turned her attention back to them, and Fredrick did well to seem much more normal rather than someone who just sized her up.

She then took her first steps into the sizzling water and made sure to pull the cooler with all the drinks with her so that it rested on the edge of the crater. As she angled it just right, she had to turn around, which afforded Fredrick an uninhibited view of her backside.

Hm. Cute butt!

Stella still held the crown for asses, but Sveta was certainly no slouch in that department.

“Grabbin’ beers?” Stella asked.

“Aye.”

The latter then fished three beers out of the cooler and handed one to Stella and Fredrick before taking a seat on the underwater ledge that ran along the inside of the crater. The others followed suit, with Fredrick sitting between his marefriend and her sister.

The water came to just above the mare’s chests, though Fredrick being the taller one, the waterline came to the middle of his pecs. Sveta was also a taller mare, so perhaps he was lucky in the sense that the waterline did not obscure the top of her cleavage.

It’s like the universe was just teasing him at this point…

“The fuck…” Stella blurted out as she took hold of the beer bottle, examining the label with a rather irritated look on her face. “What kinda shite did ya buy? You didn’t buy beer, ya bought concentrated piss!” she complained.

Sveta, naturally, was not having any of it.

She rolled her eyes and angled her face towards Stella, having to look past Fred to concentrate her return ire on her sister.

“Well that’s what ya fuckin’ get fer decidin’ tae sleep in and bang her coltfriend and not come with me tae go shoppin’ fer today. Yer fuckin’ fault, not mine, cunt.”

Stella cut back in disbelievingly:

“Well excuuuuuuuuse me fer thinkin’ yer tastes refined at all since I’ve been gone, ya fuckin queef bubble. Guess not, mate.”

Sveta immediately fired back but Stella was quick to cut her off… and a battle to talk more aggressively over the other ensued. Since Fredrick was in the middle of it, he was a witness to both mares leaning around him and giving him free views of themselves while they verbally duked it out.

The clash of Northern accents proved difficult to follow, especially when they resorted to more crass and colloquial slang that he had little familiarity with. So, rather than attempt to get involved or try to follow where the two pink bikini-clad, long-maned thestral mares were going with their bout of sisterly engagement, he decided to lean back against the surprisingly smooth walls of the crater and crack open his beer.

He brought the lip of the bottle to his lips and took the first sip…

…and he grimaced.

Oh god… this does taste like concentrated piss.

Then he shrugged and took another sip. At this point, alcohol was alcohol… and it seemed like the girls would be at each other’s throats for a while.

“Paridise…” he whispered to himself.

Thankfully, the sisters’ banter whittled away into nothing, and more drinks began to flow as they got more comfortable within the embrace of the crater bath. The rain continued to fall at an easy pace, never once hiccupping its fall towards the lush earth below, and serving to cool the tops of the loungers bodies.

It was an interesting feeling that Fredrick was most a fan of—only one other time in his life was he able to experience any semblance of rainfall when he was at a pool or jacuzzi. It served to also mat their hair and manes over time, and the effect was that all of them looked like they were fresh out of the shower.

Stella had finished telling a rather dirty story that was downright hilarious, and Fredrick was able to get a good glimpse as to how the conflicting heat of the pool and the cool of the raindrops took their combined tolls.

Stella’s mane had matted to where her bangs fell to the bridge of her muzzle, while the rest of her mane straightened out and fell upon her shoulders and beyond. Her ears cutely poked through the top of that navy-blue forest of hers. Her golden eyes pierced through individual strands of her mane, like curtains to the window of that enigmatic soul… one that Fredrick always found himself getting lost in and never wanting to come out.

Combined with her omnipresent smirk that spoke wonders of her placid confidence-borderline-arrogance, and just being a happy mare in and of herself… Fredrick had half a mind to go swimming with her on a more regular basis.

Sveta was quick to fire back with another anecdote of her own, which allowed Fredrick to turn his attention to her fully. Her mane was longer than that of Stella’s as he had previously seen, but at the same time, the orientation in which it fell flat upon her head was the same, save for her sharper ears on full display. Her locks fell forward, sticking to her cheeks and a few of the longer ones even making it down to the tops of her breasts.

Following the line of that identically navy-blue mane was sure to get him in trouble if he continued tracing his eyes vertically.

What really struck him though, was just how well her choice in pink complemented both her coat color and her figure. It contrasted so perfectly that it demanded attention. This was a mare that was much more ‘girly’ than Stella had ever presented herself as—not that that was a problem in the slightest, as that was part of her charm.

Sveta, on the other hand since the moment they met, had always attempted to project herself as an aura of femininity. And with her accompanying figure that would subconsciously make stallions of all shapes, sizes, nationalities, and creeds swoon, she was indeed ‘femininity’ to boot.

The thing was that, every time Fredrick had a long-winded thought about topics like these, even if they weren’t lewd in nature, he had a terrible habit of staring. This was further magnified when his common sense and filters dropped lower and lower in direct proportion to the number of empty beer bottles that slowly but surely lined the outer rim of the bath.

And this was unfortunately brought to light when Fredrick was brought out of his pensive stupor… by Sveta’s index finger angling his face back up to meet hers.

“Well Fredrick?” she asked so innocently to snickering from Stella right behind him. “What did ya think of that, mate?”

Once his eyes met hers, she blinked twice and smiled widely, widening her eyes in kind so that Fred could see his reflection in them.

“Ummm…” he pondered, knowing full well that he had no idea what Sveta was talking about.

He glanced over his shoulder as, all the while, the bikini-clad Stella was making tiny waves in the water with how much she was snickering and giggling.

She strained out, wheezing:

“You got fuckin’ caught, mate… whew lad yer fuckin’ bad at this!”

Fredrick turned his attention back to an expectant Sveta.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” he attempted to play off without incident.

And naturally, Sveta wasn’t having any of it. She quickly dismissed him and cut off anything else Fred might have thought to say to salvage his position:

“Oh answer the fuckin' question ya limp-dick fuck.”

Stella swiped another beer from the cooler that rested just at the edge of the bath, cracking it open and only ceasing her conniving laughter when her mouth was occupied with the lip.

In this position, Fredrick could do one of three things: one, extrapolate information based upon the last thing he remembered before he blanked out and woke up staring at Sveta’s revered boobage...

Two, lie out of his ass and attempt to get away with it to avoid further jabs from Stella and the inevitable onslaught of smug teasing and embarrassment from her younger sister…

...or three, own up to it, explain that he blanked out, and attempt to convey that him staring at her tits was only a means to an end, and not even really purposeful.

Like his old job back home, he was presented with three options and an inherent recommendation… with the recommendation being option three.

“Wow, we’re really doing this, huh?” he questioned before following up with:

“Okay fine, I concede that your opinion is very valid regarding the initial topic at hand, but my thoughts remain the same, really…” he vaguely meandered, electing for option two of his mental list.

Stella lost it completely, throwing her head back in uproarious cackling, while Sveta’s expression never changed. She shook her head while staring Fredrick down… who cringed realizing that his plan of breaking out of the figurative encirclement had failed spectacularly.

“You. Lying. Fuck,” Sveta giggled out, and joined her sister in the laughter.

And there Fredrick was, stuck in the middle of Stella sounding like she was dying from how hard she was laughing with that trademark rhasp (as well as choking on her beer and letting it spill out of her mouth, which further added to the whole scene) as well as Sveta’s smooth cackling. The human did have to admit that the whole scenario was hilarious, but it still did not prevent any measure of color and heat from packing his cheeks to the point where he was almost sweating in the sauna-like conditions from embarrassment alone.

All he could do at the point as sigh, take a sip of his quarter-way finished drink, and lean up against the bath wall until the two thestrals had their fill.

“Y’all done?” he ventured to ask with a slight sarcastic edge to his words.

And as per his predictions, Sveta was in no position to let him turn the conversation on its heels.

“PFFT! You fuckin’ jokin’ mate? You got caught starin’ at me tits and ya tried tae weasel yer way out of it ya sneaky little tampon! Shit’s hilarious!!” she managed to get out before breaking out into another giggling fit.

Fredrick shrugged, and with his figurative tail between his legs, all there was to do was just admit to it and own it.

“Yeah yeah… laugh it up, fuckers,” he said, taking yet another swig of his drink and finishing off about half of it in one go. “Whatever Sveta, it’s not like you don’t catch dudes staring at those tits of yours all the time. Count me a dime in a dozen I guess.”

Stella shrugged, nodding in consideration.

“He’s gotcha there, Svet’. I’d be starin’ at those tits too if I wasn’t fuckin’ related to ya,” she admitted casually.

Sveta regarded her sister with a rather incredulous stare that bore through her eyes and out the back of her head.

“Well, you can fuck right off, Stella—you stare at me tits all the fuckin’ time. And poke ‘em. And grab ‘em. And fuckin’ squeeze ‘em. In public,” Sveta countered. “So aye, you do. Because yer a jealous cunt.”

And just like that, Fredrick decided to make himself as small as possible and listen intently to the impending conversation over the white noise of the sizzling bath. Despite their attempts to not live his embarrassment down, they were quickly making good on that as another sisterly deathmatch of banter was about to take place.

He could feel it in his bones.

There was a disturbance in the Force.

Stella rose to that:

“Oi! somepony’s gotta do it for ya tae attract that extra attention! Maybe you’ll come home with another colt! See? I’m actually lookin’ out fer ya, ya ungrateful little shite,” Stella protested.

“Oh right. Because that’s just how society works now… I’m pretty sure colts I’d fancy wouldn’t be found with just a shake of the tits—ever think of that? Probably not, considering your chest. Gotta live vicariously through me, eh?” Sveta countered.

Stella snorted.

“Pfft. You fuckin’ wish, love. I’m actually not single… with somepony who’s actually not a piece of shit… all done through me glorious personality,” she jabbed, flipping her wet hair exaggeratedly to the other side of her neck while regarding Fredrick with a flirtatious visage.

“…and a little wiggle of me bum,” she then added, draping her right arm around Fredrick and yanking him towards her, where his head was forcefully resting against her wet bosom.

In Fred’s opinion, Stella could keep him there all she liked… especially if Sveta wasn’t going to keep giving him shit over his rather innocent gaffe. In situations like this—and back in the bar during his first night here—Fredrick had to remind himself that, despite not always wanting that sort of coddling, Stella had always implicitly presented herself as his ‘protector’ of sorts.

It was nice but was still something to get used to considering his own societal norms from whence he came.

After Stella’s riposte, however, Sveta had little to come back with—especially so since Stella was absolutely right. It was her turn to be silent now, and quietly drink her beer while awkwardly examining the bottle itself.

And in true Stella fashion, she decided to follow that up:

“Mhmm… that’s what I fuckin’ thought, ya limp-clit tosser,” she said, chugging back her umpteenth beer for the night and haphazardly setting it by the numerous empty bottles. It tipped over and rolled away with a ‘glass’ noise elsewhere beyond everypony’s concern.

But also in true Stella fashion, she further decided to add the most unexpected:

“But that’s why we entered into a little bit of an… arrangement, aye?” she noted.

Both Fredrick’s and Sveta’s eyes went a tad wide at the sudden, brazen mention of their little ‘pact’ that they had separately entered into… yet the parties involved had not mentioned directly. The awkwardness suddenly overtook the humidity emanating from the rain bath, and no longer was the moisture on their face from condensation…

And really, all Fredrick had to say to that was:

“Oh yeah… I forgot about that.”

“BAHAHAHA!” she guffawed. “You. Lying. Fuck,” Stella parroted her sister’s words from a few minutes earlier.

She then threw an accusatory point towards her now-quiet sister.

“And you better not pussy outta this, ya tight-lipped slag. Fredrick here’s givin’ himself a fuckin’ aneurysm over this entire thing, thinkin’ he’s an asshole if he wanted tae agree, which…” she addressed him briefly. “…is totally not true, just as a reminder, love.”

She gave him a wet, exaggerated kiss on his lips with an accompanying ‘mwah!’

“So if you go on an’ make him second-guess himself again, I’ll rip yer fuckin’ tits off!”

Sveta rolled her eyes.

“Bitch, I was the one who asked you tae do this as a favor. Why the fuck would I bitch out of it? Zip the lip ya fuckin’ cunt… you’re as annoyin’ as a fuckin’ air raid siren sometimes. Fuck.”

Fredrick scooted back even farther against the bath wall so the two sisters could have easier access to give each other a good rollicking. Further, he had already said his peace on this subject and had no intention of adding to the awkwardness. He was no longer sure exactly if this was going to be a ‘good’ night by traditional definitions or not. Either way, it was damn hilarious, though he made sure to keep his lips duly shut.

“Then know what? Fuck this…” Stella exclaimed, snatching another beer and taking a few seconds to chug it completely before she got her next words out.

Her gulps were forced and quite audible when she literally poured the alcohol down her gullet. Once finished, she tossed the bottle away, wiped her lips, and continued:

“This tit fer tat bullshit over this shit is fuckin’ stupid. I want no more second guessing from Fred, and I don’t want you tip-hoofin’ around the subject fer fucks sake!” she jammed her finger into Sveta’s face.

Fredrick blinked.

Well then…

Sveta placed a disbelieving hand to her chest.

“Oi what?? I’m not fuckin’ slinkin’ around it!”

Stella’s accusatory glanced dropped to one of smugness… one of victory as her eyelids drooped mischievously. The corners of her lips curled upward as she revealed her coy smile, pearly-white teeth and fangs reflecting all the shimmering light from the rain bath itself.

“Then why don’t ya channel that earlier teasin’ attitude of yours into something more productive…” she challenged, earning more than a cocked eyebrow from Fredrick.

“Ummm… what?” Fredrick dared to ask, despite knowing full well that he was not going to get any answers anytime soon.

Again, Sveta was rather incredulous, having cocked her head and her own eyebrow. She draped an arm over the side of the rain bath.

“Really? Right here? In the fuckin’ baths?”

Stella shook her head and shrugged.

“Why the fuck not, mate?”

Sveta spat out her response.

“We’re in public you fuckin’ mental-case.”

Stella stood up from the seat with an audible splashing sound. And as the water flowed off her body in heavy rivulets through the steam (giving her a rather exotic look with her tight, pink bikini), she took a quick look around to see how ‘in public’ they truly were.

“Oh, would ya look at that. It’s a fuckin’ worknight in the rain baths and imagine my shock. There’s fuckin’ nopony here!”

Fredrick, once again, attempted to weigh in when he stood up—another futile endeavor:

“Uhh… do I get a say in thi—”

“Shaddap,” Stella barked.

“Okay…” Fred immediately acquiesced, and sat back down.

Sveta took the opportunity to speak up.

“Oh aye? Then what’s yer fuckin' suggestion then?” she sarcastically implored.

Stella gestured with both arms, stiffly, to Sveta:

“You…”

And then she gestured to a modestly confused yet infinitely curious Fredrick.

“Sit on his lap, and push yer tits in his face or something. Just get it over-with, an’ stop dancin’ around the subject like yer tryin’ tae shower in cold fuckin’ water.”

Fredrick piped up again.

“Okay you know what? I think we're getting a bit carried aw—”

“Shaddap.”

“Fuckin’… fine,” Fred replied, tossing his hands up.

Sveta—outwardly unfazed—merely shook her head, arm still draped comfortably over the brim of the bath. The way the light reflected off the water and the rivulets of the condensation on her face did give her a much more alluring appeal.

“Yer an idiot.”

Stella wasn’t convinced.

“Nah mate… I think yer the idiot fer not takin’ advantage of a fuckin’ privilege I gave ya!” she said. “Fredrick signs off on it. I sign off on it. You sign off on it—if you want it, take it! You can’t expect him tae do this himself,” she finished, gesturing to Fredrick.

He remained silent as his thoughts reeled. This was definitely not how this night was supposed to go in his mind, nor did he have anything else to say to that.

Sveta went silent… and despite her utter, completely visible disdain for her older sister for daring to make things awkward on a whim, her features had soured, though in a more bemused function. She chewed at the edge of her lip in pensiveness, and her troubled eyes flicked back and forth between Stella and Fredrick.

Fred could see that her immediate thoughts were hanging at the edge of her lips… dangling off the now-snaggletooth that mirrored the passive one of Stella’s.

For what seemed like a small eternity with both Stella and the human waiting on her next words and/or actions, Sveta’s eyes continued to dart back and forth as her suppressed, internal musings were brought to a head.

Her next words were much meeker, having lost the entirety of their confrontational edge at Stella’s goading:

“…are you sure? Both of you?” she gestured with her muzzle to both her sister and her beau.

Fredrick knew exactly what she meant, and finally was he allowed to speak on the matter at the less-than-ideal circumstances of the issue’s upbringing. However, in an ironic turn, Fredrick really had nothing to vocalize… nothing, at least, that couldn’t be conveyed with a simple nod…

…and an encouraging smile.

Despite the implications that came with their little arrangement, Fredrick would be hard-pressed to admit that he didn’t find the impending scenario incredibly hot.

Stella, in Fred’s point of view, was less forgiving and accommodating on that front, and only threw her hands to the side and nodded so exaggeratedly, that she might as well have said ‘well no fuckin’ shit!’

“No fuckin’ shit!”

He was spot on.

The trio fell silent again, and both Stella and Fredrick—who held various degrees of impatience and anxiousness respectively—awaited Sveta’s next actions.

The steam that rose up from the sizzling water amplified as the outside temperature continued to drop with the passing of the evening, which kept Sveta behind an alluring veil of moisture. Her sapphire eyes had brightened naturally with the reflecting light and the complete darkness, and were all the seemed to permeate the natural curtain…

…and her eyes bored directly into Fredrick’s.

And during that moment that had no right to be as tense as it was, time appeared to slow to a crawl… as if Fred was passing through molasses. Stella’s presence barely registered on Fredrick’s radar when he and Sveta had locked eyes. They held their joint stare for an indeterminable amount of time, with little change in either of their current demeanors or readable body language. He could also hear his relaxed, yet pulsating heart beating in his ears like a drum.

But all returned to normal when Sveta spoke out yet again, in that same meek voice that was most unbecoming of the Sabre name:

“…Oi, Fred?”

He gulped, and his aforementioned heart rate picked up noticeably, where he had a minor hiccup in his breathing pattern.

“Y-Yeah?”

Sveta softly commanded:

“Do’s a favor mate… close yer eyes fer me.”

Fredrick internally remarked how he felt much warmer all of a sudden… yet the hordes of goosebumps that suddenly lined his non-submerged skin contradicted this.

He took a shaky breath and exhaled all the same.

“Okay…”

“And… keep ‘em closed ‘til I say, aye?”

He nodded.

“You got it.”

He did as he was told after another breath, shuttering what he considered his most important sense and deciding to focus entirely on his hearing.

At first, he heard nothing out of the ordinary, aside from Stella silently retaking her seat next to him. He could feel her lay her touch upon his left shoulder, then run two reassuring fingers down the length of his unsubmerged arm before he was ‘blind’ yet again. Silence reigned beyond the common white noise of the bubbling water and the occasional, nocturnal ambiance.

And then, he heard the tiniest rippling of the water from his right… and his senses told him that something as large as him was approaching from the same direction.

That ‘unknown’ entity was now right in front of him… and his ears were stimulated by the unabashed, attempted-silent giggling by Stella on his left. This was quickly followed by a low, soft, hissing ‘fuck off’ from Sveta.

He felt a soft, but wet hand cup his right shoulder in a firm, secure grasp… then his left. Despite the minimal touch, said touch was extremely pronounced, as if every single nerve ending on his arms was activated at once and could tell the precise coordinates of every single cell on those fingers. The wetness cooled his already skyrocketing temperature at the lewd implications, and he remained as still as a grave in anticipation of what was to come. He could no longer feel the drizzle pattering his face from above.

The rippling of water suddenly became much more pronounced—borderline splashing—as the ‘figure’ in front of him manipulated their orientation. And at that moment, Fredrick felt overshadowed… further so when he felt two firm presses against the outside of his thighs. Larger droplets of water fell upon his chest and face as well.

His breathing was labored and in conjunction with the natural humidity that the rain bath produced, it felt that he was trying to inhale moisture.

And then finally, a single soft, imperious command echoed within his ears:

“Open.”

Fredrick angled his head upward and threw open his eyelids. And what he saw evacuated his lungs entirely.

Sveta had mounted him… straddled his lap with her knees on either side of him which—with the smooth stone that the bath was comprised of—did not exactly look ‘comfortable.’ She supported herself with both of her hands squarely attached at his bare shoulders.

And his first sight was the sapphire-eyed beauty looming down on him. And in those majestic pools of hers, she harbored an excited—aroused—feeling coupled with great anxiousness all the same. She was clearly afraid… afraid of how the human who was happily taken with Stella would react to her sudden, brazen advances in such a situation.

His first instinct was to comfort her with a simple gesture. He placed his hands atop her smooth, firm thighs, which were submerged under the water. He could also see that her breathing rivaled his: it was heavy and labored, and it quickly synchronized with his rhythm.

As much as Fredrick could stare at her face the entire time, as she commanded such attention with that gorgeous, narrow, defined visage of hers, his instinct and biology as a man won the battle… and he drew his gaze downward. Directly in his face, barely two inches from him were Sveta’s bikini-covered breasts, which heaved with each labored, increasingly lustful and borderline lecherous breath she took. They were soaked in water, matting what little coat she had covering the area straight to her skin. Any excess moisture beyond the saturation was duly funneled into her expansive, mouth-watering cleavage. Any drops of moisture beyond critical mass disappeared into her natural chasm, or off the tips of her bikini cups.

He could quite literally push his face forward and envelop himself in some of history’s greatest pillows of which would make memory foam froth with jealousy.

Even further below some of the greatest objects of Fredrick’s affection was her slim tummy, that looked just as appetizing from this point of view as it did before. Her navel was perfectly framed by the stomach muscles beneath, and her upper abdomen heaved in conjunction with her chest by virtue of her breathing. It was as saturated as her chest, especially as it disappeared beyond the veil of the waterline.

Through the constantly moving and bubbling water, and through the steam that it incessantly produced, Fredrick could make out the strikingly pink bottoms of her crotch. And as if to hammer home the point when his eyes gazed below, Sveta dropped her backside and sat completely atop of his thighs, barely pressing their crotches together.

Fredrick was overcome with sudden arousal… and by Stella’s insistence (read as ‘impatience’) and Sveta’s surprising foray with her intentions, the writing on the wall could not have been clearer.

The human drew his glassy gaze back up Sveta’s body to meet her eyes once more, and where once there was even a modicum of insecurity, it was replaced with that of ever monotonically increasing lust. Her eyelids had lowered, her wet mane had fell and broken upon her face in artificial rivulets, and her hold on Fredrick’s shoulders had become much firmer.

Fred spared one last, silent gaze toward Stella, who was watching the scene with rapt interest. Her right tricep was pressed against the upper wall of the bath, and she had laid her head in the palm of her hand, supporting it as she looked on at him with a bitten lip.

“Ayy mate, you cunts better gimme a show fer this. Don’t go cockteasin’ now…” she warned.

Fredrick turned back towards Sveta, and her eyes remained as lust-driven and foggy as before, though perhaps it was a trick of the light and the steam. They were glassed over by their mere, wholly inappropriate touching, but they retained one signature spark: she was challenging him.

And in adding a rather prominent, unmistakable lip-bite to the mix, she was daring him to make the next move… to cast the next die in their little game to set off the round in full…

…or else she would.

Ever with his cautious personality, Fredrick glanced again, somewhat more assured back at Stella… who spoke clearly by gesturing open-palmed with her left hand.

“Well? Go on then! Don’t make me slap the shit outta you too, fuckwit!”

And with that, Fredrick immediately slid his hands up to Sveta’s back, splashing the water all the way up her entire backside in the process and eking out a surprised ‘eep!’ from her. He palmed both sides of the clasp of her top and met her half-way when he pulled her in, burying his face completely into her cleavage.

Fredrick sighed. Sveta threw her head back and moaned involuntarily in surprise. Stella threw her head back and cackled at an instant.

“HAHAHAHAHA! I CALLED THAT SHIT!”

Sveta righted her head and glared daggers at Stella.

“Oi, could ya fuckin’ no—OOOH~!” her protests were quelled right away when Fredrick began gnawing at the insides of her bosom, and he did well to drag his tongue up her sternum to lick off all the natural moisture that had accumulated…

…and replace it with his own, of course.

Stella returned to her previous, comfortable position supporting her head with her right hand.

“You were sayin’?”

Sveta, wisely, decided not to dignify those words with a response, especially since she was dealing with something much more pleasurable at the moment.

Fredrick felt Sveta tighten her grip on his shoulders, and that action resulted in her squeezing her bosom tighter around his head with her arms. He closed his eyes and just decided to feel. He lapped up towards his right, drawing his tongue in an arc over her left breast from her cleavage to the top. The wet mark left by him was wholly distinguishable from what was once water.

He was further encouraged when Sveta groaned out breathily, rhythmically with each of his carefully calculated licks. She arched her back forward and attempted to give him as much access to her tits as he pleased, much to his readily apparent lust. He repeated the same movement over her other breast, feeling the texture of her thin coat and skin over his tongue and noting her taste.

She tasted like… hot mineral water for obvious reasons. But to him, this was the greatest tasting mineral water in existence so far.

Fredrick ran his hands up and down in an effort to consolidate his touch over Sveta. He dug his fingernails into her back and drew sharp, firm lines on his way down, only giving her reprieve when he slid his palms back up. He paid extra attention to where her wings attached to her lats, pressing his thumbs into them end eliciting a high-pitched, natural moan out of the younger mare.

At the same time, he latched his mouth to a large portion of her left ‘girl’ and sucked, attempting to get as much as he could into his mouth.

Her response was immediate.

“Ahhh~… fuck…”

At that point, Sveta’s hold shifted entirely. She gripped Fredrick’s back, digging her own nails into him with equal force in any attempt to get him more buried into her… but more than that, her ulterior motive was clear when her right hand took a firm hold of Fredrick’s hair on the back of his head.

And that’s when the human knew he was in the clear with what he was doing. And the end goal was as clear as the water they were in when he felt a distinct tug downward towards the center of her tit.

Being a man of action and seeing no point to ask for permission for the umpteenth time, he decided to ‘treat’ Sveta as she so desired by seizing the initiative. He slid both of his hands up her tummy and withdrew his face from her cleavage, now sufficiently saturated in his saliva as opposed to the water—a much better alternative in both of their minds.

He flicked his eyes upward and found Sveta’s pupils dilated and fogged over. Her mouth had opened as her breathing became much faster and more strained. She did not have to say much to imply that she was a mite peeved that he stopped his advance.

It was he, this time, who donned a more challenging smirk. Lowering his own eyelids and matching with a lip-bite of his own, Fredrick kept complete watch on her as his hands slid up completely, cupping the sides of her breasts by the bikini top. Such an action pressed them together, further bloating her already impressive cleavage and providing him with even more surface area to lick to his heart’s content.

And lick he did.

Only then did he draw his gaze away from hers to trace the same line up and down her even more expansive valley… and from there, he diverged and drew his tongue towards her bikini cups on either side. Like a little child learning to trace lines for the first time in school, he traced his saliva-laden tongue on the top edges of her bikini cups, alternating between both of her tits and pressing his tongue much more forcefully into her each time.

Sveta felt much different in his hands than Stella. Where the latter had perfect handfuls of bosom that he could reign over, Sveta was a whole ‘nother animal. Her breasts overflowed in his palms and somewhat through his digits… and lord they were surprisingly heavy! This mare had a back made of steel!

As her breath became less controlled and shakier with each passing moment, Fredrick began to feel her nipples hardening beneath the shroud of her bikini cups when his hands groped them in full. Squeezing them further made them that much more prominent to the naked eye beneath the drenched layer of pool clothing that demanded to be ripped off at once.

Again, Fredrick obliged, using his thumbs to pull the bikini cups to the sides of her breasts like curtains to a work of art. In that process, his digits rolled over her small, pert nipples that stood at attention at the center of her perfect breasts—Sveta was clearly, thoroughly enjoying herself by their sheer hardness.

The human pulled his head back just a tad to gaze upon Sveta’s nude chest in all of its glory… her nipples were a darker shade of teal that perfectly contrasted with the rest of her well-maintained and wet coat. They looked like little gumdrops that were ripe for the sucking, and his mouth salivated all the same… but before he had any thoughts of that, he was more than content to just take in the view and tattoo it on his brain so it would remain with him for the rest of this life. Such an opportunity was once in a lifetime, and Fred wanted to ensure that he took this with him to the grave.

“Fuck…” he exclaimed as he stared. The result was so much better than anything his imagination could have conjured up.

Sveta, to her credit, endured the awkwardness as much as she could before shifting her gaze from side to side to ensure nopony else but Stella was getting a show. Her face was completely and utterly blushed—nigh hot to the touch with how much blood had rushed to her chest and head. Her mouth remained slack, and it was difficult for her to breath anything but fast.

And oh god was she wet… underneath the shallow depths of the bath she knew for a fact her bottoms were quite ruined. That itch in her loins that she so desperately needed scratched had returned in full force. Her nipples were so hard they almost hurt, and demanded Fred’s undivided attention whenever he would provide it… the earlier the better.

But more than that, as Fredrick stared at her at her mostly vulnerable, her insecurities ran high… at first. And as she saw his gaze turn from awe to downright sexual hunger did her confidence soar. She would never admit this to him in words, but Fredrick was making her feel so beautiful—sexy, actually.

She was wanted. Desired.

Finally, Fredrick had enough of gazing and honed in on Sveta’s left breast, running his tongue teasingly around her also-small areola… but then taking her nub into his mouth completely.

Sveta’s sigh of relief could be heard all around, and her head slowly fell rearward as she gripped his hair and pulled him in even tighter. Her back arched inward and her mouth remained dutifully opened as her shaky breathing and soft moans became a small choir to Fredrick’s ears.

“Ahhh~… right there… keep doin' that...”

He sucked and contorted his tongue around her sensitive nipple, using his teeth to help latch onto as much of her breast as possible… and Sveta apparently loved that if her tightening her grip on the back of his head and further pressing her orb into his face were anything to go by.

Fredrick’s lips separated from her swollen nipple with a wet-sounding smack, but continued to toy it with his tongue, lapping at it and circling it with the tip. Their wet noises were mostly obscured by the natural ambiance of the bath itself, but were no less hot every time his saliva-laden tongue teased her nipple.

An adorable squeak snuck by Sveta’s lips, and she could practically feel the smug smile that Fredrick suddenly donned as he continued onward.

On that note, Fredrick switched to her other breast and wasted no time in hefting it up to take her other nipple into his mouth. Lavishing her with the same treatment here, he made sure to continue massaging and caressing her now-neglected left tit, squeezing her swollen nipple between his knuckles. And no matter how hard he tried, he physically could not get most of her breast into his grip. It was an actual impossibility… and that left him all the more constrained and hard in his swimsuit.

Sveta clenched her eyes and teeth shut as she hissed out pleasantly. Her grip could not have gotten any more ironclad on Fredrick’s head without pulling his head out or smothering him in her cleavage, but she damn-sure would try her hardest as her pleasure exponentiated by the second. Her lower body was beginning to be filled with a lightness that she always enjoyed experiencing, either with herself or with a stallion. Perhaps her sensitivity all over was working in her favor this time?

Further, this was not Fred's first rodeo. She could tell right away.

Stella had trained him well…

What Sveta could also feel was how diamond-hard he was in his swimsuit, as their crotches were had pressed together some time ago… and realizing that she was having this effect on him sent her mind swimming with endless possibilities, as well as another upsurge in her confidence about the whole… unorthodox scenario.

Almost by instinct, Sveta began lightly rocking her hips into Fredrick’s… an act not lost on the preoccupied human…

…but before things could continue beyond that, a cacophony of different voices all speaking at once could suddenly be heard.

Both sets of eyes shot open, and Fredrick extricated himself from Sveta’s breast and quickly attempted to right her bikini cups over her chest with some modest success. The latter, adjusted and climbed off the human to regain her initial position to Fred’s right.

Their suspicions had been confirmed, as gazing towards the entrance to the baths themselves, there was a large group of ponies that had wandered in and were talking up a storm. It looked like a small party, and thankfully, there was no indication that they had seen anything… nefarious happening in their own rain bath.

And there sat Stella with her own smug smile, though her blushed face and left hand conspicuously below the surface and somewhere by her inner thighs belied this. She gazed upon a completely flushed Sveta—who’s nipples could be seen clear as day poking through her bikini cups—and Fredrick, who’s normally paler complexion had been overtaken by his own colored cheeks.

“Fuck me, mates… you two looked like you were actually gonna fuck in the bath right in front of me…”

Sveta glared at her.

“Shut the fuck up… just… shut up…” she managed to strain out, followed up by a somewhat satisfied groan and sigh as she regained control of her breathing and unwilling descent.

Fredrick opted to be the voice of reason whilst staring dopily towards the other end of their natural jacuzzi.

“If we wanna continue that, we should probably take it elsewhere.”

Stella brightened up whilst laughing at the very implication… as well as the situation as a whole.

“Aye. I agree!”

She stood up out of the water with a splash, earning the attention of the other two with simultaneously cocked eyebrows.

“Let’s go!”

Fredrick blinked once… then twice… and then turned to Sveta, who harbored the same curiosity that he did. It appeared that Stella was more excited about this than they were.

That, or she was just unpredictable and insane, which was par for the course.

Regardless, even when the implication was there, Sveta had a hard time keeping eye contact through her matted bangs, though her smile was plenty visible and did well to wipe away any initial trepidations.

For extra comfort, Fredrick placed a hand on her bare thigh, and gestured towards a ‘patiently’ waiting Stella with his own smirk.

“Shall we?” he exaggerated through fading caution.

Sveta instead took his hand off her thigh and wrapped hers in his. The two then stood up together.

“Aye. We shall.”