This took life force out of me... no clop necessary for a little while now lmao.

Enjoy!

Fredrick recalled earlier in the week when he was dragged into Stella’s personal abode.

Despite his marefriend’s spunky and over-the-top personality that had manifested itself into his daily life (including his heart), he remarked how said personality of contradictions was ever shining through with the sheer spartanness and… efficiency of her room layout. There was minimal flair beyond what was necessary, and he might have even guessed that they somehow teleported back to her barracks.

Clearly, his experiences with her in public and private did not translate over to room design.

Sveta’s room, by contrast, was significantly more aligned with her personality… one that mirrored Stella’s in so many ways yet diverged sharply in the most obvious of crannies. From the moment that he was dragged into her lair and the light dimmer was set to the lowest setting, his eyes noticed the abundance of various rock band posters that were plastered on her walls in some odd, chaotic tessellation—the color of her wall was not even distinguishable.

There was some other, usual furniture one would expect to have in a room, with some various things and trinkets adorning their tops, though the vagueness in his recollection could be easily forgiven, given the circumstances…

Priority was given to the lone mare who had dragged him in here in the first place… one who was not exactly tender when she then proceeded to pull him onto her single-color-comforter bed and pin him down underneath her.

More than that, Fredrick had to prevent himself from giggling at the thought of how Sveta was not particularly subtle in her approach to the intimacy that had been so expertly orchestrated by her older sister. This point was further reinforced when, right after he was forced to let Sveta’s velvety sheets and pillow cushion his torso’s fall, the younger, bikini-clad mare quickly mounted his waist and—with a face that bore the very notion of sexual desire—staked her (temporary) claim to him.

And so, there he was.

Sveta placed both her hands onto his pecs, leaning her weight into her forearms lest Fredrick get any funny ideas of leaving any time soon. The human was not complaining in the slightest, and his attention was easily snatched away from that gorgeous face down to her impressive bosom that was compressed invitingly between her lean biceps.

An extra incentive, if he saw any.

Fredrick’s eyes roamed over her looming form above him, and he mentally undressed her from her swimsuit that left little to the imagination to begin with. Unlike when they met, the human figured he had little to feel awkward about in exploring each and every curve of Sveta’s body with his eyes:

Her mane still held some of the dampness courtesy of their little escapade in the rain bath, and it matted enticingly to her neck while partially veiling her left eye. Those eyes of hers were just as captivating as Stella’s, and those reflective, deep pools of sapphire harbored some of the intensest fires of lust he had ever seen… a beautiful window to the soul of an equally gorgeous mare that pleaded, yet demanded to be sated after so long.

Sveta’s narrower face gave her overall visage a much more elegant look to it, and her higher cheekbones framed that beautiful, sultry, toothy smile in such a way that Fredrick almost felt compelled to introduce her lips to his. Of course, that elegance never played out in their current predicament, though once his eyes drew over her neck, he second guessed whether he wanted to taste her right away, or attempt to drive the busty, teal-coated mare wild with even more longing by sinking his teeth into her neck.

But of course, the greatest objects of his affections were those large, perfectly teardrop-shaped, perky tits of hers that appeared barely supported by her swimsuit top in a battle against gravity that was futile at best. The pink, supporting string between both of the triangular cups strained to keep the integrity of her bikini intact, but also had the added effect of drawing his eyes straight into her tight cleavage.

Fredrick figured his head would be buried there in due time…

...and perhaps something else, in kind.

That top gave way to that slim, lightly toned tummy of hers that flexed in and out with each labored, shaky, hot breath that she took above him.

And after taking in another natural wonder that this world had to offer him, Fredrick let out an enormous breath that he had no idea he was holding. His heart beat wildly in his chest, drumming against the inside of his sternum as it fought to pump more blood southward to meet the demand his dick was suddenly imposing. His eyes were wide with his own projecting desires, and he fought to keep a steady rhythm of oxygen flowing to his already beyond-excited, adrenaline-happy lungs.

She literally took his breath away.

The reality of the situation dawned on him completely in this compromising, unsubtle position. But thankfully, Fredrick did not have to decide on which move to make, as apparently that was already decided for him via a husky whisper from his dominator:

“Yer fuckin’ mine…” she uttered.

Fred’s breath hitched in his throat, and he felt the burning need to gulp at how hot that sounded. A single throb down south was tacit agreement.

And with little flair, Sveta brought her torso down to lay atop Fredrick completely. Torsos flush, and with her chest flattening against his pecs, the younger Sabre first pressed her muzzle to Fredrick’s nose. Eye contact held a firm, yet tenuous grasp as Fredrick’s gaze was called elsewhere…

But that’s when Sveta forded the final river and pressed her wet, hungry lips against Fredrick’s in the first tentative foray into their night together.

From that first connection, both of their hearts burst into flames, and what started off as a gentle, tender peck to test the waters ended up with them cannonballing into the deepest trench that Equestria harbored under her oceans.

“Uuhnn…” Fredrick groaned, and his eyes shuttered by reflex as he let himself be enveloped by Sveta’s ethereal hand.

Sveta had a much better, more intelligent reply to that as their lips opened against one another for the first time:

“Mmmph!” she moaned in kind.

Sveta did her best to wrap her arms around Fredrick’s neck and sink herself further into him… to press herself even more than they were already, into a singularity of sex. This proved next to impossible given their orientation, so she had to settle for merely framing his face, gingerly caressing his cheeks with her thumbs as their mouths began an increasingly hungry assault on one another.

The sounds of making out began to rise over the silence in the air as their comfort in their kiss-turned-makeout became stronger and stronger. Smacks of wet lips crashing together and reluctantly pulling apart provided perfect sense situational awareness for both parties involved through shuttered eyes. Fredrick’s hands found their ideal position on Sveta’s toned waist, and he squeezed her obliques for good measure, which wrought a shaky whimper from the depths of her throat.

Electricity then touched every nerve ending of her erogenous zones when Fredrick began tracing lines up and down her back. Their mouths continued to produce the erotic sounds of ‘battle,’ as it were, and gentle groans and little ‘mhmmm’s became louder and louder as their inhibitions sank like a stone in the deep.

Sveta then decided to call for reinforcements, pressing her tongue forward and drawing a single, wet line on the periphery of Fredrick’s upper lip. Fredrick smiled against her lips, which was contagious to the effect of Sveta smiling and softly giggling in return… which in turn caused Fredrick to chuckle.

In the end, t’was a battle that Fredrick would gladly meet on the field in full force, and he deployed his tongue forward to instantly smash against Sveta’s.

Their tongues danced tentatively around each other, and much like their bodies earlier, quickly found their places writhing against one another with docile demeanor. They fused their lips together as best they could with anatomical constraints, and lathered each other’s tongues with their own essences, swapping spit without any care to propriety.

Sveta’s calves and hooves swung idly in the air all the while in a testament to the thestral’s contentedness.

To Fredrick, Sveta tasted… different than Stella. Though their tongue structures were, for all intents and purposes, identical, Sveta had a much more elegant taste than his partner in crime, which held its own innate charm. There was also the distinct lack of any alcoholic aftertaste that he had ultimately grown to adore over the weeks.

At this point Fredrick took stock of his position as he held the svelte mare above him in his arms.

He lay pressed into her velvety comforter with all of Sveta’s weight bearing down on him, though he felt… oddly comfortable. She was not as heavy as her older sister by virtue of sheer muscle mass, and in fact, he wagered he could scoop her up by her waist with the aid of a single arm. Such a ‘reasonable’ weight atop of him, in conjunction with their oral expeditionary forces hard at work acquainting themselves with the cartography of their inner mouths, gradually muddled his excited mind.

In fact, he expected to be sweating bullets whilst churning something fierce in the depths of his stomach with every breath he took… and every kiss… every lick he willingly accepted and returned to Stella’s younger sister.

But… nope.

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that her tits were compressed against his chest, and every time he glanced downward, he was met with that same mouth watering cleavage that he had his face buried in not even an hour ago. Plus, her cute, tight butt under those bright pink bikini bottoms served as exquisite handholds for their make out session once he had his fill of her slim waist.

Fredrick’s eyes remained closed, as did Sveta’s when he’d occasionally peek through his lashes. Her gorgeous face was all that took up his vision in the dimmed room, and their mouths continued their gentle, casual caresses of getting familiar with one another. There existed no pressure in their minds nor their hearts. Their very logical, very collected minds did the work of injecting their lust for one another in the most effective, efficient manners.

Honestly, by now, Fredrick felt this was a rather ‘corporate’ approach to vanilla sex.

It was weird enough anyway, so in his mind, he wasn’t doing any good putting much thought into it anymore. Especially since there wasn’t so much of caring or love placed into this so much as scratching an itch.

Bringing himself back to reality, Fredrick helped himself to two more handfuls of Sveta’s ass, and he sunk all ten of his fingertips into her fleshy, yet still-muscular rear end. While eliciting an ever-arousing, breathy groan that fell upon his tongue, he felt again exactly how soft her coat and by extension, her butt was. Their mouths never once wavered, and he continued to massage her ass as their kiss continued in earnest. He owed his more exploratory nature partially to satisfy is curiosity of differences between two sisters (this sounded as weird as he thought it was), and the other part to make sure he kept her moaning.

First impressions of any kind were important, after all. Even if they were ‘impressions’ of his fingers on her ass-cheeks.

Sveta finally separated from Fredrick’s mouth with a gentle smack and withdrew her tongue back into her own maw, but only to get more breath into her hot, aching lungs—Fredrick’s hands were still expertly working her over.

In her mind, Stella had taught him well… or Fredrick was much more experienced in this than he had let on, or than she had assumed.

Fred’s tongue teased at her lower lip, and then assertively brought her face back down to his by way of her mane on the back of her head before she could replenish her air supply. She internally made a note that she owed him a groveling apology for ever assuming her preconceived notions.

She loosed yet another groan once their mouths were joined again.

Fredrick was content to explore Sveta’s mouth a little more and feel her hot exhalations break upon his face, but unfortunately, the mare really did need a break to catch her breath. In perhaps a bit of orchestrated payback, it was he who took her breath away this time. There was little he could do to suppress the smug smile on his face.

Their faces parted completely, and their eyes opened to gaze upon one another in a newer light. They had completed the first step in an act that most on Fredrick’s world would consider beyond reproach.

Fredrick’s open labored, open-mouthed, glowing smirk couldn’t be hidden, and Sveta did well to return the sweet gesture with a fluttering of her eyelashes. A soft moisture sheen had developed on her forehead, and it did well to mat a couple of bangs to her. Fredrick’s sheen must have reflected off of her, because Sveta was significantly brighter—the room had not dimmed further.

And as she continued to breath heavily, she cupped Fredrick’s cheek endearingly.

Her next words were a bit more dopey-sounding than she would have liked:

“Heh… holy fuck, mate…”

Fredrick was easily inclined to agree:

“Speak for yourself, missy,” he replied, adding an extra squeeze of her butt for good measure…

…which, in turn, earned him a pleasure-filled groan and a shudder from above.

Sveta snagged her lower lip with one of her fangs at Fredrick’s gesture, which only spurred him on further to grip as much of her ass as he could… as well as switch up his technique with a single hand. He traced the cleave of her backside all the way down with his index finger, which, despite the tightness afforded by her swinging legs, would lead him right to her…

“…and where do ya think yer goin’? Huh?” she teased with narrowed, sultry eyes as Fred’s fingers were on the final curve of their journey south.

The responded like it was the most obvious thing:

“Well, clearly on an adventure full of magic and wonder…”

However, somepony else had something to say about that after Sveta couldn’t hold the pained giggle:

“Oh fer fuck's sake, lads. Get the fuck on with it, ya useless cunts! If I wanted tae puke I’d down a quart o’ Zap an’ call it a fuckin’ mornin’,” Stella bellowed obnoxiously through the silence, once again making herself known sitting in the armchair just diagonally across from Sveta's bed.

Both Fredrick and Sveta gazed at her from their positions to find her burning, golden eyes leering at them from the mild veil of darkness.

Though, Fredrick was quick to point out the even greater oddity of the situation:

“Is the top hat and fake cigar really fucking necessary?” he questioned.

Sure enough, through the aforementioned veil, Stella had not taken off her own pink bikini... though she had the very distinct addition of a high-quality, wool top hat and a fake cigar that she pretended to puff from the side of her muzzle.

She removed the cigar from her mouth with the delicateness a mob boss would show, and pretended to blow out nonexistent smoke.

“Aye, it’s very fuckin’ necessary! I need the proper materials fer fuckin’ science, lads!”

Fredrick deadpanned.

“You’re literally just watching us… which is already weird on its own.”

Stella beamed, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs.

“Aye, I know! It’s like watchin’ two animals in their natural habitat… studyin’ the interactions an’ shite. Well, off ya go, then! Pretend I’m not ‘ere!” she then ushered them forward with a few flicks of her wrist as if she was in some way more dignified than the two of them.

Sveta, this time, was the one to interject:

“You literally interrupted us. So you can fuck right off, mate.”

Stella immediately rose to that with what she observed as the obvious:

“Oi, it’s not me fault that you two aren’t gettin’ tae the fuckin’ hypothesis testin’! Fuckin’ hurry yer arses up before I hit fuckin’ menopause, ya slack cunts!”

Sveta rolled off of Fredrick so she could get a better look across at her sister, though more so to scold her more easily.

“Well we fuckin’ would speed shit up, but somepony just had tae inject their fuckin’ useless opinion and fuck it all up, ya fuckin’ wide-faced weapon.”

Fredrick was more than happy to just be quiet while this played out for the n-th time this trip… though hopefully not for very long considering his rigid boner would only maintain full integrity for a certain amount of time before external stimulation was needed once more. But in the end, perhaps it was a silver lining—a little break for his nature-anointed, limited male endurance was always welcome.

Stella, wordlessly, sat up straight and removed the ridiculous top hat from her head. She then turned it over on her lap and began waving the cigar around within it as a magician would:

“This science hat is also magical… I can see the fuckin’ future if I look into it. And y’know what I’m seein?” she meandered sarcastically, whilst looking into the hat:

“I see a certain younger sister gettin’ stabbed forty-seven times in her fuckin’ oversized melons if she keeps flappin’ her trap,” she so prophetically revealed.

Sveta rolled her eyes, inhaled, then sighed out as she pressed her fingers to her temples, rubbing them firmly before turning back to a patiently waiting Fredrick.

“I honestly don’t know how you fuckin’ stand it, mate. I lived with her fer me entire life and I can’t imagine bein’ attached to ‘er as you are… I’d probably hang m’self.”

A shirtless Fredrick pitching a painful hardon through his swim-trunks glanced at a devious Stella, then at Sveta to his side with an equally cheeky smirk that would make his marefriend proud.

“I assure you, she’s much better behaved in Canterlot when Luna’s two shakes of her tail from sodomizing her with her friggin’ throne,” he gestured with his face towards Stella, who was suddenly not so amused.

She threw her arms up in the air after Sveta launched into a giggle fit.

“It was one fuckin’ time!” she complained. “One fuckin’ time our squad tries tae target practice shootin’ apples off each others heads with live ammo…”

Fredrick’s demeanor went incredulous, and he cocked an eyebrow.

“Luna loves you to the point where she didn’t throw you off the side of the goddamn mountain for that. You just got a very mild slap on the wrist…” he countered.

“With the worst fuckin’ probation period ever!” Stella complained.

“Luna ranted to me about your retardation for two hours!” Fred exclaimed.

Sveta’s mouth was open and heaving in silent laughter, but she managed to choke, and launched herself into a hacking and retching fit.

“H-Holy fuck I don’t remember hearin’ about this…” and she promptly directed the latter portion of her words to her older sister:

“... you fuckin’ mental case! How’re you not dead? Legitimate question.”

Before Stella could even come back to that, Fredrick weighed in with something else:

“I'm at least ninety percent sure that your very existence, babe, is just pure adrenaline and booze. You're like an alcoholic Steve Irwin.”

Stella threw her arms up.

“Oh fer fuck’s sake, is it now just ‘gangbang Stella day?’ Fuckin’ five in the pink over here, and five in the stink over here,” she gestured, annoyed, to Fred and Sveta individually.

Sveta decided to disengage and not have any of it. She shook her head and moved towards Fred.

“Right, okay fuck this, I'm goin’ back tae makin’ out with yer coltfriend… which is definitely not something I could hear m’self sayin’ a week ago,” she considered her latter rambling out loud.

T’was a simple matter of swinging her leg back over Fredrick’s waist and straddling him the way she had been for the last ten minutes or so. Her hands came to rest back on his pecs, and to Fred’s credit, his hands reclaimed their mantle on Sveta’s waist without delay.

As for Stella, she simply pressed both her hands together and fell back into the comfortable hold of her corner chair, though in true manner befitting her, she had one last thing to say:

“At least I have one, mate.”

Sveta already predetermined that she would not dignify her older sister’s erstwhile impending rebuttal with one of her own. She opted to use one of the more preferred human methods of communication that she picked up from Stella… who had picked it up from Fredrick months ago:

The simple, raised middle-finger over her back. She didn’t even glance back at Stella to ensure proper aim.

Cool mares don’t look back at cunts, after all.

With the conclusion of the previous banter spell, Fredrick’s attention honed back on the mare straddling him... and having re-oriented on their previous positioning, their eyes met with the same lustful ferocity that had come to culminate the night thus far. That same devilish, sultry, teeth-baring grin Sveta gave him, as well as again deliberately squeezing her chest between her conspicuously positioned biceps did well to cure any earlier ‘softening’ in good order.

Sveta wanted one last taste before she moved things forward.

For Fredrick, all he witnessed was Sveta arching her back forward—never breaking eye-contact— and pushing her already swollen bust to the forefront. The human was powerless against her brazen, blatant movement, and took every liberty to look directly into Sveta’s chest. For a split second he was more worried for the integrity of her gorgeous bikini-top—the added arch to her already large bosom was straining the supports and the cups.

Fredrick’s admiring of the view was interrupted when he felt Sveta’s index finger under his chin softly beckon his gaze upward from her chest, and with a bright, child-like smile, he returned the mare’s comically horny expression.

With a bitten lip, she giggled mischievously and planted one last, three-second kiss on his lips before she pulled back with an exaggerated ‘mwah!’

Fredrick was beginning to get the message, and—just like before they were so rudely interrupted—Fredrick’s drew his hands upward, then made their way from the back of her upper torso, down her slim waist, and then right back down to her ass. He took the liberty of diving under her panties and taking each one of her fleshy, firm cheeks into his hands, digging the tips of his fingers deep into her muscle.

Just as wonderful as a couple minutes prior.

The involuntary groan that eeked its way out of Sveta’s mouth made the postponing of their next ‘phase’ all worthwhile. Even more than that, Sveta reflexively pressed her waist tight against his, which had the effect of sandwiching the entire length of his rigid, now-throbbing dick between his lower abs, and Sveta’s. The human was further strained when Sveta let out another, knowing sigh, which sent eager butterflies to his diaphragm.

And then she pressed the tip of her nose to his… and winked.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

But then again, that was probably the entire point.

And as he continued to knead her rear, their gentle groans faded into background noise as they continued to lock eyes with one another. Their mouths stood-off barely an inch apart, and they felt their steaming breath break upon their faces once more as Sveta found a rhythm… she pressed her hips forward and down for the first time this evening, making sure that she could feel every inch of Fredrick’s concealed length grinding upon her covered, needy nethers.

Sveta’s lascivious, fangy smirk refused to abate, especially at this point. When she conveyed the cadence of her hips to Fredrick, he did well to tighten his grip on her cheeks, which etched out yet another adorably sexy squeak from her.

She groaned breathily to Fredrick’s face:

“Somepony’s enjoying themselves...” she mentioned, her hips passively continuing to grind into his with the slowest, arousing, purposeful movements.

Before Fredrick could counter with heated banter of his own, Sveta added:

“You look—mmmm...—like you want somethin’. Tell me,” she demanded.

Fredrick wanted a very many things right now, and through his narrowed, sultry gaze that was controlled by how impossibly hard he was, he figured his thoughts were scrawled all over his face in graffiti.

But then again, things wouldn’t be as fun if he weren’t equally as coy. So, he alluded with appropriate flirtiness:

“I could say the same thing about you…”

How suggestively he uttered those words sent gratification and excitement straight to Sveta’s heaving core. If she could bite her lip even harder in anticipation, she would have torn through it.

She shook her head.

“Fuck that, mate… I asked first. Tell me… and I’ll tell you,” she counter-proposed.

Fredrick cocked a lone eyebrow and curled up one side of his lips coyly.

“Yeah?” he replied. “Well, you know what I really want?”

Sveta brought her mouth half an inch from his.

“What do ya really want, Fred?” she parroted.

The way she said his name and how the single syllable rolled off her tongue did it for him. For extra emphasis, Fredrick relinquished his hold on her supple butt and made his way up her body.

“I want…” he began, and then much to Sveta’s adorable, pleasant, squealing surprise, he latched both of his hands onto either of her jugs and hefted them upward. They overflowed in his grip, and the bikini cups nearly gave way and almost made her chest spill out completely.

Almost.

“...these huge tits in my mouth. Right now,” he added with extra husk in his already strained breath.

His index and middle fingers of both hands immediately hooked behind the fronts of her cups, and he was dead set on pulling them apart and satisfying his craving for what he had been allowed to taste barely a couple hours before. What was once a privilege that was granted to him by some black magic and being the luckiest human on this side of the universe, turned into a mighty need.

Sveta admired his boldness but she had other plans. She had anticipated exactly where he was going and, with a throaty giggle, she batted both of his hands away, much to Fredrick’s readily apparent chagrin.

She rolled her eyes, but made sure Fredrick was tracking her every movement as she lifted a hand to the back of her neck.

“Figures… you stallions ‘re all the same,” she remarked.

With a simple tug of two of her fingers, the supporting strap of her bikini top was now useless. The cups then flopped forward and down, revealing those perfect teal teardrops of tits that Fredrick was so craving. He could already tell long before the top came off, but her cute, pert little nipples were hard enough to shear glass, and they almost looked painful.

A perfect size for his lips to wrap around, and for his tongue to dance around. Suddenly, he was extremely hungry.

“Don’t worry,” she assuaged, booping Fredrick’s nose. “They’ll be all yours, later. I promise~...”

Sveta—oh so innocently—delicately reached her left hand behind her back and did away with the final strap of her top, which fell lifelessly onto Fredrick’s chest.

Not that he cared… his eyes were glued to Sveta’s chest, and after she tossed the now-useless garment aside, she further encouraged his attention by cradling her two tits in her arms. He watched as Sveta infuriatingly admired her anatomy… one which was the cause of much controversy amongst other mares, and often the objects of pure, envious disdain from her own sister.

She then took both of her breasts into her hands… which looked comically small in comparison, and she spoke:

“But fer now… you know what I want?” she fielded, adopting a cheshire smile.

Fredrick was more than willing to play along, and he kept a gentle grip on her waist since the mare absolutely refused to let him near her grab-able tits at the moment.

He cocked his head with a knowing smirk of his own:

“No… what do you want?” he dared to ask.

Sveta lightly pinched her nipples, and she tugged at her lower lip with her teeth as she leaned forward. With extra emphasis being placed on squeezing her chest tightly within her handhold, she fielded her simple request:

“I want you tae pin me to this bed…” she began, and inched her face down, closer to Fred’s. “...spread me legs as wide as you can….”

She got closer, beaming.

“...and stuff me fuckin’ cunt with that hard cock. Then, I want you tae pound into me until I know I’m not gonna walk properly fer the next couple days.

“No foreplay.

“No games.”

She squished her nose against his.

“Just fuck me.”

Fredrick’s jaw hung ajar, slack and useless as his eyes were wide with lust. Sveta’s words gave him every permission to act in any way he saw fit to achieve her rather simple, fulfilling objectives that she had laid out before him. His breath was shaky, and a surge of blood southward had him fearful that the sheer force of how much he hardened would propel him dick-first into the firmament.

With the tactical prowess expected from Stella, Sveta had expertly baited Fredrick into action. She also batted her eyelashes invitingly—just in case the message was not clear enough.

Sveta had proverbially turned around, flicked her tail up, walked the other way with extra sway in her rear, and dared Fredrick to chase her down and take control.

And so he would.

Fredrick delivered only the tiniest of warnings when—hands still squarely on Sveta’s waist—gave her a firm squeeze on the sides of her abs, as if to tickle her. This drew Sveta’s attention once she squeaked out a tiny laugh, and with his little diversion a success, it allowed him to launch his true surprise attack:

He then suddenly fully wrapped his arms around Sveta’s waist, pulled her close to him, then immediately flipped the two of them.

“WHOA!” Sveta screeched by way of pure surprise, and landed softly but firmly on her back.

Her head bounced on the pillow, and her bare breasts bounced in kind, though still maintained their perkiness despite gravity’s jealous tug. It was an effortless swap of positions on Fredrick’s part, and as her sudden bout of vertigo subsided, a single, satisfied voice rang out in the darkness:

“AAAYYE! THERE WE FUCKIN’ GO, FINALLY! FUCK!”

Fredrick was now the one in control, and he realized this fully when Sveta’s wide, sapphire-eyed, surprised face peered up at him through the veil of her bangs. Her mouth hung in a gentle ‘o’ shape, but once her aforementioned vertigo subsided, her face quickly morphed back into one of lustful anticipation. Her toothy smirk returned in full and with things back in full swing, the human made for his ultimate prize:

The strings of Sveta’s bikini bottoms.

Fredrick placed both of his hands on Sveta’s diaphragm, just below her heaving tits that he longed to have in his hold again, but called upon all reserves of his self control to honor her playful edict. He traced lines downward on her body, earning satisfied groans and giggles as a result of how his gentle touch literally tickled her in all the right ways.

Their trek downward was only ‘marred’ by Sveta’s light muscle contour that he had grown fond of, and finally, reaching the hem of her bottoms, he dipped his fingers low beneath her bikini strings.

He flicked his eyes up and winked.

“May I?”

Sveta was clearly beyond the point of formalities.

“Mate, if ya don’t get this damp piece of cloth off me right now I’ll be forced tae rip ‘em off m’self and have tae buy a new bikini… you don’t want me tae do that, do ya?” she asked rhetorically, cocking her head to the right in an annoyingly innocent fashion that further added to Fredrick’s increasing arousal.

Fredrick’s eyes glimmered like a nymphomaniac in a sex store when he received the explicit permission to peel her remaining garment from her body. Sparing little time, he hooked his fingers into her panties—he ensured Sveta was carefully watching everything he was up to—and he agonizingly slowly pulled her pink bottoms down her smooth, lean legs inch-by-inch.

The job was a little more difficult on account of their juxtaposition, so Sveta aided him by curling her legs inward, giving Fredrick less ‘leg’ to slip the bottoms off of. This also had the intended effect of concealing her most vulnerable part of her to his eye… and as Fredrick tossed the now-useless garment over his shoulder, he was treated only to the sight of her slim, defined tummy leading down her pubic area… of which beyond that was was obscured by her crossed thighs.

Just enough to the imagination was left, and it stirred up a sex-clouded whirlwind in Fredrick’s mind. The war for riling each other up the most had finally reached a turning point, and he tried as much as he could… but Sveta was not forthcoming in letting him see her bareness between her closed legs.

Her mischievously smug, desiring smile told all.

Sveta, however, was a generous goddess (‘goddess’ being an accurate word to describe her, at least in Fredrick’s eyes). And this image was further elevated by how provocative she looked, writhing on the bed to keep her legs closed and sealed from Fredrick’s eyes.

Her inner thighs, as a result, were slick with her own arousal as it spiderwebbed downward. She continued to grind those long legs of her together, but her eyes now harbored a much more pleading aura to Fredrick… she was ready to open herself to him entirely.

But only on one condition.

Nearly having chewed her lower lip to a pulp with how hard she was trying to look at being sexy for Fredrick, she asked a single question:

“Ya promise tae fuck me raw if I open me legs?”

Fredrick was struck by the sincerity of those words—how much weight Sveta put behind them, coupled with how needy she sounded nearly bowled him over by sheer arousal. However, to answer her, a simple ‘fuck yes!’ would never do at all. After all, he still had to level the playing field, in a sense… so the best response would be a nonverbal one. She already knew the answer, and he just had to prove it.

He knew exactly how:

Fred undid the tie of his swimsuit, loosened the waist, and with a little bit of extra force on account of the residual dampness and his own annoyingly ironclad anatomy, he was able to slide them down. His slick-with-precum dick was finally exposed to the humid night atmosphere of Sveta’s room, and it bounced freely before Sveta’s now-wider eyes. With some clumsy maneuvering on his part, Fredrick discarded his own swim trunks in similar fashion as before.

Quod erat demonstrandum. A gesture that succinctly translated to ‘bitch I might be.’

With how intently and ravenously Sveta was leering at Fredrick’s throbbing member, he felt smug in assuming that Sveta was sufficiently satisfied.

“O-Oh… aye then,” was all Sveta could say.

After one last shaky, anxious sigh that held so much excited yet unsure emotion and adrenaline within, her sheer eagerness to get on with the show led to her exaggeratedly uncrossing her legs. Laying back with the aid of a double-pillow setup to support her head, she spread both her legs as wide as she was able and placed herself on unabashed display to Fredrick. She revealed to him her swollen, single-slit of a marehood that was already glistening in the dim lighting of her room.

From how much darker the coat around her nethers was, Fredrick could immediately deduce how soaked she had been… and possibly for how long. His mouth slackened, and he salivated at the very prospect of getting a taste of what reminded him of a juicy, freshly-ripened fruit that was ready for devouring.

In an attempt to entice him even more, Sveta drew her tongue once around the periphery of her lips and snaked a hand between her legs. With a move that brought some amazing memories flooding back into his mind, the teal-coated batpony took two of her fingers and spread her delectable lips apart. From how pink her tunnel looked, Fredrick had to actually sit on his heels as this time, he could not prevent from being bowled over.

A mare that had been unequivocally more modest around him, and valued the traits of propriety was suddenly baring himself entirely to him with a face that he could only describe as pure eroticism.

He was at the precipice, and the threat of exploding right then and there from sight was slowly but surely becoming a real threat if Fred did not act now.

“Well?” Sveta asked with an air of playful impatience, breaking the both of them out of their staring stupors.

She then did well remind him salaciously:

“Also remember… I’m very sensitive.”

He needed no further invitation.

With extreme awkwardness based on his position on his knees, he shuffled forward into the embrace of Sveta’s open legs. He placed both of his hands on her waist again and admired her figure once more up and down, to which Sveta further encouraged him by gingerly holding onto his forearms in a silent show of moral support for the both of them.

Fredrick began to line the head of his dick with Sveta’s entrance, and the latter continued to hold herself open to further guide the human like runway lights to a landing aircraft. However, just before they touched uglies, the human hesitated. Sveta was blissfully unaware as she was anticipating the final thrust, but Fredrick’s face had soured subtly… he realized that he was about to spelunk the younger Sabre.

What would Stella really think of him after this.

And as if the holy were listening from above, he had his answer:

“WELL ANYTIME TONIGHT YA FUKKIN’ TOOLS!” came the blurted words over his shoulder.

Fredrick nudged the head of his leaking dick onto Sveta’s lower lips, which elicited a gentle shudder from both parties… however, there was no time for Fredrick to relish in the feeling. Like Sveta, he wanted to just fuck and scratch those itches that needed to be scratched with a goddamn rake. He pressed forward and parted her completely, entering her fully and inching his way forward.

He flicked his eyes up to Sveta to make sure that she was okay and there was nothing he needed to worry about, though any concerns were immediately assuaged—Sveta instead let her head be taken to the pillow whilst groaning softly… a groan which extended from deep within her lungs and got louder and louder with every extra inch that Fredrick buried himself within her depths.

“Ahhhhhhhnnn…~”

And finally, he had fully hilted himself inside of her.

If there was an emoticon associated with just how satisfied she sounded in being ‘full,’ a little red heart would have probably floated up to the heavens from her mouth.

His breathing had become much more labored as he felt just how tight she was around him, and how every heartbeat her body produced could be felt in her most vulnerable, molten of her depths. His dick was also throbbing forcefully as if it had a second heart, and it appeared that both Sveta’s and his heartbeats were synchronized as one.

Much like with Stella, the pleasure that radiated straight from his dick and to his core was a hollow, amazingly indescribable feeling.

They were joined together at last, and it looked like Sveta was getting a little bit more out of this than either of them had anticipated.

“Uuughhh… fuck,” she squeaked out, eyes shuttered tightly.

She held up a single finger of caution “E-Easy when ya pull back, mate… oh fuck… I’m like, on fuckin’ edge right now.”

Naturally, Fredrick wasn’t one to believe something that seemed too good to be true, and his face reflected this.

“Really? Really now?” he questioned rhetorically, though huskily over his breath.

He figured she was trying to rile him up or instill more confidence in him, though this really was not necessary. Ever since he got with Stella, a lot of insecurities he had about himself in the sack or as a romantic type had gone out the window.

He then began to retract his length, which was much easier by virtue of slickness, courtesy of Sveta. By this point, Sveta was like a destroyed faucet, and her groaning continued in earnest as she felt every inch of him that was packed into her, suddenly be yanked out save for his head.

Fredrick began to vocalize his previous thoughts:

“I appreciate it, really, but you really don’t have to—”

“FUCK!”

Sveta cried out harshly, eyes slammed shut, and she arched her back upward. Her abs clenched and hardened liked rocks as her first orgasm of the night forced her lower body’s figurative hand. Her nethers tightened its velvety hold around Fredrick’s girth, and he had to act quickly to make sure that he himself did not succumb to the throes of his own orgasm too quickly by the sheer, erotic sight of Sveta.

The consequences would never be the same.

Still, this was overtaken by sheer awe at what he was witnessing in front of him. He had gotten some satisfying orgasms out of Stella… quite the lot, actually. But in this particular case, he pretty much did fuck-all and Sveta was already lying limply on the bed with a heaving, hyperventilating chest to boot.

He had heard of many stories of dudes entering the girl and instantly cumming, ending their mood for the evening, but despite what Sveta had warned him about, it was still one thing to actually see it. The only difference was that she wasn’t a one-pump-chump. Sveta was the self-proclaimed Energizer Bunny…

...she would keep going, and going, and going…

Sveta took a deep breath and came to, admitting, if a bit sheepishly:

“Heh, shit… sorry about that, mate. Told ya I was on edge…”

And that’s when he realized the task that was set before him. Fredrick was determined to not be like the stallions she had before, and make sure that she was completely satisfied before he himself blew… or perhaps, that was not the correct way of thinking of things.

The more appropriate task at hand was making sure she was satisfied, before he was spent.

“Jesus Christ…” was all he was able to muster at what had just transpired in the last few seconds, though he himself was not entirely sure if that was directed at Sveta’s revelation, or the monumental task in front of him.

Likely some measure of both.

Stella decided to weigh in at her sister’s initial performance:

“Fuckin’ seriously? Already, mate? Fred, this should be pretty easy for ya,” she also so confidently decreed.

All parties had calmed down, and it was only a matter of moving things along naturally. Fredrick, with a soft smile on his face, ran his hands over Sveta’s spread legs, palming her inner thighs nice and tightly whilst taking her heed of keeping her legs as wide as possible. The sudden sensation of firm fingers in her inner thighs sent Sveta rearing to go again, and she gazed longingly and expectantly at Fredrick through her bangs.

He steeled himself, and reminded himself that this wasn’t work. He also was completely on board with banging a huge-tiddy thestral—his dick was aching and crying out for attention as much as Sveta was, and the latter was more than willing to provide that for him.

And so, Fredrick thrust back into her, bottoming out, shaking Sveta’s form by kinetic force, and extorting a pleasure-filled yelp out of the mare.

She willingly accepted him in his entirety, though when Sveta felt his entire length slam into her, then retract again, and then bottom out in his predetermined rhythm, her mind quickly began going numb. Sveta’s pussy radiated pure electricity through her core, and the butterflies escaped from her stomach and out of her mouth by way of panting whimpers and pleading groans.

“Ahhhnn… yess… right there… mmmph! Just like that! Fuck me… like that…”

As for Fredrick, her slickened marehood felt incredible around his cock, and every time he pistoned into her it was another rush of warmth over his body that emanated straight from his dick. If he hadn’t been told otherwise—from how much she was moaning and how soaked she was—he might’ve suspected that she was in some early stages of heat.

As pleasure built within him, and as Sveta’s pleas became more forceful, louder, and more expletive-laden, he picked up speed. Fredrick hooked his arms under Sveta’s legs, pulled them close to him, and used them as extra leverage to plow into her needy tunnel with perfect cadence like an automated, hydraulic press.

“How ‘bout that??” Fredrick dared to ask through his concentration, not wanting to break focus in his task, despite how amazing her pussy felt.

He knew the risks of baiting dirtier talk out of Sveta, but they were risks he was more than content with taking.

Sveta bit her lip and gripped the covers to the point where she would likely shred them if any tighter. Her sexual high gave her an incredibly erotic, almost crazy look in her sapphire pools that threatened Fredrick with physical harm if he so much as slowed his onslaught.

“Just like fuckin’ that, Fred… Oh fuck… I’m getting fuckin’ close again don’t you fuckin’ stop… just keep fucking me!” she demanded.

His dick twitched inside her, and it seemed to get even more impossibly hard at her talk. His own sensitivity amplified, further spurred on by how Sveta writhed beneath him, training those slitted eyes directly onto his own. Every little movement or twitch she made only sent injections of pure pleasure straight into his lower core. He himself was quickly approaching the precipice.

“Me too… I’m starting to get close, too…” he warned.

Sveta only nodded excitedly, and continued relishing in the treatment he was giving her—the silent cue to cum whenever he wished.

Still, knowing Sveta was as close as he was was enough for Fredrick to up the ante, so to speak. Irrespective of his approaching end, the was going to ensure that Sveta had another, explosive orgasm to speak of at a later date. His automation was in maximum overdrive, and he dug his fingers into Sveta’s legs to harness any bit of extra leverage he could when thrusting into her. The squelching sounds of their fucking were now the white noise that dominated the atmosphere, in perfect competition with Sveta’s pleading moans and Fredrick’s own strained, pleasure-filled breaths.

And the moment that Fredrick shifted his technique and literally dug into her was when Sveta lost it completely.

“GAHHH SHIT I’M CUMMING!” Sveta again blurted out.

But as she writhed and lost herself to the throes of another orgasm that crashed over her like a gargantuan tidal wave, he continued to beating his length into her. His own groaning was extremely evident, especially with his compounding bliss threatened to push him over the edge.

A garbled series of whines, pleas, and grotesque language waterfalled from her mouth as her mental coherence devolved into putty. This was exactly what Fredrick needed to push onward and claim his own release—a release he could barely hold back, and one that was dangerously close to clubbing him in the back of the head like some poser-ass seal.

Sveta’s tits bounced hypnotically with every thrust that Fredrick made, and with the extra writhing on her part, they presented perfect targets for him to potentially suck on and ravish to his liking. Unfortunately, however, that would entail him bending his back at an terrible angle while still keeping up his onslaught on her nethers, which would not end well for anyone.

As a result, he just had to ‘settle’ for reaching out and grasping her right tit with his left hand, handing him more leverage to drive his dick deeper whilst maintaining pleasure on all fronts. Her darker blue nipple peeked out between his fingers, and he made sure to pinch it between his knuckles.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum…” Fredrick delivered his final warning.

A recovering Sveta smirked deviously, and batted her eyelashes from under her matted bangs.

“Aye?” she asked oh-so innocently, grasping her neglected breast and squeezing it against her chest, swelling it for Fredrick’s viewing pleasure.

Further, she gyrated her hips in precise, inverted coordination with his thrusts to make sure that he hit her as deep as his anatomy allowed. She also invoked the help of ‘specific’ muscles to squeeze him and further coax out what she wanted.

Fredrick nodded vehemently in response to her question.

“Then you better fuckin’ give me every drop, okay Freddie?” she nearly begged, using a pet name of his that he detested under normal circumstances.

These were not normal circumstances.

“You gonna give me more after this too, love?”

“Ooooh yesss…” he answered, his thrusts and bucks becoming that much more erratic. He knew exactly what she was trying to do and it was working spectacularly.

And Sveta was more than keen on baiting him until she had what she wanted:

“Come on, Fred… fuck… I’m gettin’ close again too! You better fuckin’ shoot that fuckin’ cum inside me… bury it in me an’ I’ll let you choose where you paint me next,” she enticed.

“GIVE IT TO ME, CUNT!”

By the magical properties of that word, Fredrick would be hard pressed to truly describe how hard he came at that instant. He thrust forward and quite literally erupted inside of her. Through gritted teeth, Fredrick nearly growled when every consecutive pistoning into her resulted in him spewing volley after volley of his seed into her…

...and Sveta was catapulted into her third orgasm of the evening.

“Oh Luna yessss…” she moaned almost psychotically, crushing both her tits (and Fredrick’s hand by extension) into her chest.

His internal magazine was spent. From how much he pumped into Sveta’s hungry womb, he realized that he expended much more energy than he would have liked. Granted, that was probably one of the best orgasms he had ever had in his entire life, but even so, he was not sure how long it would be before he would get back to ‘serviceable’ length.

Even the sight of Sveta reveling in another orgasmic plateau by way of being filled to the brim by his essence.

Both were hyperventilating powerfully, especially Fredrick considering he could count on a single hand how many times he nutted that level. Perhaps it was just the alleged ‘taboo-ness’ of their circumstance that made it so hot, like a forbidden desire almost.

Sveta weighed in, running her shaky fingers up his arms. Her tone was a sweet as mango honey in tea:

“Got any more fer me, mate?”

She way she inquired from him was enough to make his semi-flaccid dick twitch partially back to life, but it was a silly, borderline rhetorical question. Of course he did, especially if she continued to treat him to words like that. But the more appropriate question would be ‘when would you have more for me, Fredrick? You sexy beast with the best cock ever.’

Yeah, that definitely would’ve been the better question.

“Y-Yeah…” Fredrick said breathily. “Might need just a minute though… sorry,” he apologized.

Thankfully, Sveta was far from disappointed. The fact that Fredrick only needed a supposed ‘minute’ was the icing on the cake of his performance. She smiled one of the most beautiful smiles she could muster, one so innocent that Fredrick would have little choice but to be instantly attracted.

That definitely worked.

Further, she gently moaned—eye contact rigidly enforced—whilst she took both of her breasts in her hand. Again, with those comically smaller hands of hers, she began kneading her bosom together, molding them around each other to produce the mouth-watering cleavage that Fredrick harbored much affection for. It was a testament to her uncanny ability to read him so precisely at this moment, and she even threw in some nipple-pinching between her fingers for added effect.

And she could feel his dick harden inside her, just the way she wanted it. Fredrick’s eager smile and wide eyes at her little ministrations did not lie.

Sveta beamed.

“All good?”

“Yeah…” Fredrick replied, wiping his brow of a bit of sweat accumulation.

He tenderly pulled out of Sveta, which resulted in another groan from her. And after a few strokes on his part, he was fully rearing to go once more, much to the mare’s excitement.

“All set!” he declared.

That youthful, horny-teenager look in her eyes had returned.

“Can… Can we switch?” she asked as she shakily got to her knees.

Fredrick blinked once, spacing out for a moment upon her request, but proptly came back to when Sveta was already taking the initiative—dragging him down to the bed with her eyes trained on his, without his regards to his answer.

“Uhhh… absolutely!” he finally voiced, and a similar, childish giddiness welled up inside him at the thought of being able to see this gorgeous thestral ride him to her heart’s content.

She whispered in his ear, flicking his lobe with her tongue:

“Good lad…”

And so, with Sveta’s tender, helping hand on his chest, Fredrick was placed on his back, much like he had started when the night truly began. Except this time, instead of an anxious, excited mare assaulting his lips in a gorgeous bikini atop him, there was an already blissfully satisfied, sex-crazed thestral with gorgeous sapphire eyes that demanded more satisfaction.

Her slitted, dilated pupils, splayed wings, and protruding fangs triggered Fred’s fight-or-flight instincts in the most arousing ways possible, surging adrenaline and blood flow southward. It was the same feeling when Stella promised him the night of his life, with the same forwardness he had come to expect from both of them.

But the difference here was that he had already fucked Sveta—her look was his doing.

It was art in its carnal form.

Fredrick’s dick was now as straight as an arrow, demanding attention as the slickness of its former sheath caused it to shine at the right angles for Sveta. And that afforded her ample invitation to straddle his waist, much like she did earlier. Her thighs were sore, and her entire lower abs were in poor condition after three powerful orgasms. Thankfully Fredrick was nice enough to lend her his two hands under her butt so she could concentrate on lining herself up—she spared little trust in her wobbly legs to keep proper coordination without the aid of her eyes.

Fully lined up with the head of his dick pressing inward, Stella bit her lip as she lowered herself onto him. Fredrick duly supported her in her noble endeavor, but his arms were also shaky as it was, and feeling her sink upon him inch-by-inch was not exactly a ‘feeling-less’ task.

Every extra inch that she took of him elicited the cutest, sexiest whimpers of expletives that Fred was blessed to hear. Sveta’s erotic noises were pleading… pleading for more, and as much as he could provide.

And once more, Sveta hilted him fully inside her, and the two joined together in a gentle chorus of shared moans and heavy breaths.

Fredrick ran his hands up Sveta’s forearms, barely pressing his fingers into her skin all the while. The mare shuddered contentedly at the goosebumps that were produced as a result.

Without notice, Sveta placed both of her hands on Fredrick’s chest and—using this for leverage—began to find a steady grinding rhythm. Moving only her hips with impressive core strength, Sveta’s hips pressed nice and firmly into Fredrick every time she bottomed out on him.

“There we go…” Fredrick encouraged her, earning another lopsided smile from the focused mare.

“Aye? Like that? How about...”

The sexual pleasure shared between the two of them surged through their bodies once more, and the soft, gradually increasing groaning began anew. However, to Fredrick’s sudden shock, Sveta had little patience, and immediately hit the accelerator by moving from grinding to outright bouncing.

“Oh fuck yes… fuck… fuck… ahhn… Fred!”

The change in the tones of her cute, Scottish sex noises was readily apparent, and they further spurred Fredrick on, so long as he could continue hearing those angelic tones coming from her mouth. Eye-contact was virtually nonexistent, especially as Sveta was literally impaling herself on him, abusing her own swollen cunt for all the years of terrible experiences.

She was determined to make up for it all.

For Fredrick, Sveta calling his name at infrequent intervals further added to his own experience. The way that his dick had already gotten accustomed to Sveta’s pussy made it so that every time he was not inside her up on her upstrokes, he would make sure to buck his hips upward when she succumbed to gravity. The human also did well to hold her by the waist to make sure she didn’t slip off, and to let her put more focus on enjoying herself.

Fredrick’s own groaning was getting louder and louder, and once again, despite the loss of some sensitivity, he felt himself building up to another, second high. Regardless, he had a task to do, and—

“FUUUUCK YESSS!” Sveta growled through gritted teeth.

Fredrick was treated to the full view of her core tightly clenched, and her lower body going as rigid as an iron bar with the arrival of her fourth orgasm. Their joined nethers were so soaked that they might as well have ruined Sveta’s sheets for all they knew.

“Jesus christ…” Fredrick uttered once more, but in the end, he figured he should not look a gift mare in the mouth, considering that her frequent orgasms were giving him some break-time to recover

…assuming she didn’t clench too hard on him like last time.

Sveta’s orgasmic groaning morphed into high, almost deranged-sounding laughter. The smile on her face seemed almost permanent, Joker-esque. Her pearly whites accented that gorgeous, sweaty face perfectly. What was one immaculately combed, straight hair was now an unkempt mess.

She was beautiful before… but now, she was drop-dead sexy. He almost came again just from the sight of her satisfied face in conjunction with her childlike laughter, all while her perfect tits were heaving along with her chest every time she took a breath.

Further, the poor mare could barely find the words to express just how amazingly over Luna’s moon she was at this current moment.

“Oh my fuckin’ Luna… Fredrick you’re just…”

There was an amazing compliment if there was any. In his boost in confidence, Fredrick replied:

“Once in awhile I impress… once in awhile,” he said with a smug smirk.

The two shared a breathy, erotic moment with one another. The two were unbelievably sweaty, as if they had gone through four rounds of interval training. Their muscles hurt. Their respective hair and mane were wholly unkempt, devoid of any form that complemented their looks. Green eyes were squarely trained on sapphire, and the small, still-brimming smiles were all that needed to be said after that.

And in being so caught up with said moment, their attention to their peripherals was nonexistent. As a result, they failed to notice a challenger who had entered the fray:

“Deal me in, twats,” was all Stella needed to utter to garner both sets of attention.

Both heads snapped to attention and faced Stella, who had now completely foregone her earlier, ridiculous additions to her attire. Furthermore, she had also done away with her own pink bikini. One-hundred percent nude and bare to both parties, Fredrick immediately took notice of her bare breasts, muscular abdomen, and surprisingly wet nethers that had stained the color of her coat a darker gray.

Fredrick’s arousal returned with a vengeance.

“Ummm… okay?” Fredrick questioned, but accepted.

He wasn’t sure what Stella had in mind, but he’d have no qualm with including her, assuming Sveta didn’t try to beat her back. But then again, Stella put the two of them together, so it wouldn’t be like Sveta had any say in the matter, if either of them were completely honest.

Sveta wasn’t as immediately accepting:

“Fuckin’... why? Can’t ya wait ‘til I’m done, lass?”

“Nae,” Stella replied, climbing onto the bed next to Fredrick. “Besides, after gettin’ you tae fuckin’ cum four times, I think you should be fuckin’ worshippin’ his cock right now,” she not-so-subtly suggested.

Sveta drew a blank on that one in the comeback department. Because Stella was absolutely right—Fredrick had brought her an enormous amount of pleasure, and being completely honest with herself, she did owe him, considering that he only came once.

So, the answer was clear, and she smiled down at Fredrick, who beamed back in return when her cheery disposition had returned in full force.

“Aye! Then Stella, what do ya… propose?” she eagerly asked.

Stella was quick to direct:

“Fredrick, you turn and get yer legs off the bed. Sveta, you get between them and show ‘im a good fuckin’ time, aye?” she said with a wink.

And just like that, despite Fredrick’s ability to do things himself, he was helped by both mares to get him perpendicular to his previous position. His legs were no longer supported by the soft covers of Sveta’s bed, and now bent at ninety degrees with his feet on the cool floor.

Sveta was quick to crawl off the bed and cozy up between Fredrick’s spread legs, coming face to face with his dick. Fredrick supported himself upward with his elbows and found Sveta staring back up at him sultrily through her matted bangs. She ran her finger through her mane on either side of her face, clearing up her visage before laying her arms on Fredrick’s thighs.

She winked up at him.

“Just tell me when yer gonna explode, aye?”

Fred was taken aback by the allusion, but agreed nonetheless with immense vigor.

“Y-Yeah! You got it…”

And with that, Sveta delivered a teeny, chaste kiss to the head of his dick, a thin strand of his precum connecting his head with her lips…

...and that was the last thing he knew for sure before she descended downward and engulfed his entire dick into her maw.

“FUCKS SAKE!” Fredrick blurted out, perhaps a little too loudly, at the enormous pleasure influx as his dick was essentially inhaled.

Sveta went straight to work with her hands and her mouth, sparing no attempt to treat him softly. She drew the entirety of her tongue length around his girth, wiping him clean of any of his precum or their combined juices so she could taste him purely. And that’s when she started sucking.

“HAH…” Fredrick groaned again, but this time Stella was there to intercede.

“Yer a little too loud, mate,” she noted. “But I’ll keep yer mouth shut…”

Her instant solution was to push his chest back and force him back into the bed’s embrace, but quickly followed up by straddling his chest.

Fred’s eyes went wide, forgetting momentarily about the oral assault that Sveta was lavishing him with so he could bear witness to Stella shimmying up with the brightest, most deviant smile on her face. His heart raced, and eventually, his vision was eclipsed by Stella’s soaked, aching marehood that was ripe for eating.

And to Fredrick, Stella had one command:

“Shut up and eat.”

Fredrick gripped Stella by her perfect, muscular ass, slapped the right cheek once for good measure to get a good, raspy squeak out of her, and then brought her down flush to his mouth. He drew the flat of his tongue over the entirety of her slit, eliciting another satisfied groan out of her, before parting her completely and worming himself inside of her.

“Ohhh fuck me, I’ll never get tired of that fuckin’ tongue of yours,” Stella uttered, running her fingers through his hair and staring down at him to make sure he stayed right where he was.

Sveta hummed an affirmative, exaggerated ‘mhmmm!’ in agreement with her older sister, but with the ulterior motive of shooting those vocal vibrations directly into Fredrick’s dick. She then continued to savor his taste as she drew her tongue up and down with her mouth’s strokes. Bobbing her head on his cock and savoring his musky, intoxicating taste was evoking unhinged moans of satisfaction from her.

Her eyes closed as she continued her work in earnest. She even managed to sneak her free hand between her legs… for science.

Fredrick was barely holding it together because of Sveta, and everytime she sucked, slurped, and hummed into his swollen cock, he had little choice but to release those pent up groans of his own, which in turn injected them directly into Stella’s nethers.

And in a brief thought away from the ‘battle,’ Fredrick realized that Sveta was indirectly pleasuring Stella.

Which was pretty gay, and kinda incest-y.

Incest-y and gay… but still pretty hot.

“Right there!” Stella cried out, grabbing a fist-full of Fred’s hair and nearly pulling his head up to smash into that one spot that he was tonguing. “Fuckin’ eat me right there! God Fredrick… AHHH! Keep eating m’ cunt like that and I’ll cum all over yer fuckin’ face…” she warned and implicitly instructed.

Fred was faring no better, and he extricated himself for a single second to let that be known.

He breathed deeply and called out:

“Okay! Me too!” and he went right back to work, earning unanimous approval from the council of Stella and her abused pussy.

Those words were all Sveta needed to hear. In a lust-driven haze, she sucked once more, and pulled herself away from Fred’s dick with a sexy-sounding ‘pop’ echoing in her room. Breathing heavily, and with two strands of her own saliva bridging the gap between his shaft and her lips, Sveta scooted a smidge closer, levitated herself a little higher on her knees, and swiftly enveloped Fredrick’s slick length in her bosom.

Fredrick’s own ministrations stopped for a split second, and his eyes went wide at the unmistakable feeling of his dick in her cleavage. Still, for Stella, he fought on, passing through his own groans and expletives into Stella’s hot tunnel.

As Stella began grinding her nethers directly onto Fredrick’s mouth, Sveta went straight to work in massaging Fred’s length between her tits, alternating the pressure between her two orbs pendulously. All the while, she was unable to help herself from lapping at his tip that poked through her natural chasm when she was able, tasting his essence from the source.

Even the younger batpony had to concede that this was what boobs of her cup size were made for.

Fredrick was closer than ever, and this manifested in his hips having a mind of their own. They bucked upward in any effort to get more stimulation and feel ever inch of Sveta’s heavenly cleavage, and the teal-coated mare quickly took notice.

She ceased her own movements, and simply opted to compress her tits together, forming a nice, tight tunnel for his use.

“Go on!” she encouraged with urgency. “Do it… fuck ‘em like you wanted to the day you fuckin’ met me, aye?”

Fred did not need to be told twice. Employing all the power in his glutes, he thrust his entire dick through Sveta’s tits, and she diligently held them in place, being sure to happily lap at his length as she was able. And in any attempt to edge himself and stave off the inevitable, the human concentrated on assaulting his marefriend’s clit with his tongue whilst squeezing her powerful thighs as some form of ‘stress’ relief.

Fredrick’s coherence was becoming shoddy as he was right on the edge, and Sveta saw this immediately. To further coax him over, she tightened her hold on her breasts impossibly and began working him over opposite of his thrusts.

And the sudden change in tempo completely careened him over the cliff.

Fredrick moaned gutturally as on his final thrusts, he once again erupted explosively, though this time right into Sveta’s tight cleavage on a downstroke. And as he fired off rope after rope of his enormous load, the mare kept her tits tight around his cock and made sure to catch every drop between her tits. She could feel his warmth pool and collect, and some had absorbed directly into her coat whilst more even collected in a small lake of white at the top of her valley.

Those same guttural moans from Fredrick were sent directly into Stella, which then pushed her over the same cliff of orgasmic heights.

“FUCK… YESS!” she cried out as well, holding Fredrick’s head right where it was, where he continued to lick and pleasure to milk every bit of her pineapple-flavored essence out of her.

And then, all went silent…

The sounds of carnal acts replaced only with deep, labored breaths. The room was heavy with an artificial humidity and a combined musk from three parties. A window desperately needed to be cracked… but their combined ability to care amounted to exactly zero.

Stella—face matted with sweat and out of breath—rolled off of Fredrick’s face and onto one of Sveta’s pillows, which afforded the human the ability to breath.

The lower half of Fredrick’s face was coated in a clear sheen of Stella’s natural lubricant, and he stared blankly—half-dead—at the ceiling with the most satisfied smirk he ever donned in his life. He drew his tongue once around his lips to savor Stella’s taste that he found so addicting.

And as for Sveta, she finally stood up from between Fred’s legs and admired his handiwork: her cleavage was annihilated, and spreading her bosom apart revealed the curtains of viscous white that stuck to the insides of both her breasts, and dripped down her cleavage. By virtue of her coat, it all neatly stuck and matted it completely.

And she was the first to speak after uproarious, satisfied laughter.

“Ho-ly shite, mate…” she remarked. “You really do enjoy tits, don’t ya?” she toyed.

She then sauntered to the other side of her room in search of a towel to wipe herself down at least somewhat. Realistically, she would need a shower, but regardless, she had an bounce in her step during her little search.

Fredrick groaned painfully as he scooted his way next to Stella:

“Do you really need me to answer that, Svet?” he insinuated with a higher inflection in his voice.

One that brought a smile to Sveta’s face, and a smug one at that as she began wiping herself down.

“Hehe, works every time.”

She also flashed a tired smile over her shoulder back at Fredrick:

“Oh, and cheers fer that!”

Stella only had one thing to add after having snuggled up on Fredrick’s right, her arm draped over him possessively.

“Oi, shuddup and come cuddle with us, ya fuckin’ glorious cunt!” she beckoned over.

Sveta rolled her eyes, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah… just lemme wipe this fuckin’ cum off me, aye?”

What a fuckin’ day…

In the wake of the culmination of one of the greatest sexual experiences of his life… actually, of his life to date… Fredrick’s thoughts were hard pressed to come up with anything other than that one mantra he had been repeating in his head for the last twenty minutes while he lay awake in bed.

What a fuckin’ day

Though that phrase could not be even thought of without a continuation of the dopey smile that he had on his face as he trekked through the darkened Sabre household on a quest for some quenching.

His eyes were heavy with fatigue, and his muscles, especially those in his lower body and shoulders, ached like he had run three marathons back to back. The amount of physical pain in the morning that he’d be subjected to… Fred was already wondering how he was going to be walking, and who would have the liberty of having his arm slung over their shoulders.

But in the end, it was all worth it. His mind, his heart, and his dick were all in unanimous agreement on that fact, at the very least.

While it was extremely difficult for Fred to wrest himself free of the dual holds of Stella’s and Sveta’s cuddling expertise on either side of him, he had little choice in the matter. His body had to call upon the very life force that powered him to run enough semen through his dick… just so he could satisfy the unexpectedly two mares that joined in on the fun with him.

It was a new experience on all accounts… one which he needed to learn on the job how to economize his human alfredo sauce… though in reality, it technically all went to Sveta.

In the end, however, all parties were satisfied.

Ergo, a successful climax of his vacation week in kind. It would be rather tame from here on out for the remainder of his time in Thestralshire.

Fredrick sighed out as he, without the hesitation from before, made his way into the darkened kitchen. He hung a left and easily remembered where the glassware was kept, in the cabinet just to the right above the sink. That smile of his refused to wane, even as he did something as simple as fill his glass with water under the faucet.

That is, of course, until Fred felt somepony watching him. He was much more prepared this time ever since he got 'ambushed’ by Sveta the other night via the darkness.

Smirking, he turned around and found a familiar pair of sapphire eyes staring back at him from beyond the veil.

“Sveta. Didn't hear you get up after me, heh. Had to wrench myself from both of your grips… Jesus man,” he commented, giggling giddily to himself.

He then followed up with a snarky:

“Trying to sneak round two without Stella?” Fred alluded.

The stoic face of Vampir revealed itself light—the true owner of those sapphire eyes.

Fredrick's mind took the biggest memory dump in history as he shat his pigmentation out his ass.

The patriarch of the household, silent as a grave, emerged more into Fredrick’s field of view with the darkness leaving nothing to the imagination. A short-sleeved, black sleeping shirt and baggy sweatpants were the attire for the evening. Vampir’s stone-like, muscled arms were folded, and if Fredrick didn’t meet him, he would’ve sworn that he was about to catch some fists with his face.

After an extraordinarily awkward silence—where wind and the occasional creature of the night could be heard from beyond the closed kitchen window—that lasted seemingly a lifetime, Vampir finally asked calm, and calculated:

“‘Round two,’ of what, lad?”

A wide-eyed Fredrick felt that, at this moment, he had no mouth… yet he had to scream. That appendage of lips, teeth, and a voice box did little but mime words which were not spoken in any attempt to cover what he just said.

“I… I… ummm… What I m…”

Vampir did not allow those thoughts any room to formulate, and with the same calm, calculated tone of voice, he interjected:

“And tell me, what business do ye have with Sveta in such a regard?”

Even further, he had closed the distance entirely, gazing down into Fredrick’s poorly-veiled apprehensiveness.

Fredrick’s heart felt like it was wearing out the integrity of his ribs from how hard and fast it was beating. It pounded against his sternum like a pissed-off baboon, and a thick sheen of moisture had already made itself noticeable on his forehead in the moonlight. His pupils had shrunk to pinpricks and his hands actually trembled like he had himself a bit too much caffeine.

This was one of the few times in his life that Fredrick was genuinely scared for his well-being.

Not a single word sounded from either party, even as Vampir’s sapphire eyes bore steaming craters into Fredrick’s very soul…

And then… there was a throaty snicker.

And that snicker quickly morphed into a hefty, deep, hearty chuckle from Vampir’s mouth. The patriarch, by this point had to cover his mouth and take a few pacing steps to calm himself down, lest he actually burst with wheezing cackling that would make the Joker jealous.

Fredrick was still left worse for wear by what he considered a near-death experience just then.

Then, the former special-forces officer, father of Fredrick’s marefriend whom he loved, as well as father of her sister whom he just ‘loved’ with his penis, wiped his mouth as he addressed Fredrick with a knowing smirk.

“Fuck’s sake mate… Stella’s right. It really is fuckin’ hilarious tae go windin’ ya up,” he stated, much to the shock and chagrin of a pale Fredrick.

Still skittish, he jumped slightly as Vampir brushed past him, and Vampire chuckled at his expense.

With his legs stiff, Fredrick, turned on his heels to find Vampir opening up the under-counter ice box, then gingerly pulling back a rolling rack of bottles-beyond-bottles of cool alcohol. The blue-coated batpony then retrieved two bottles of beer—the brand was familiar as Stella enjoyed drinking it when she was in the mood for something a little lighter.

Which was rarely the case, naturally.

Vampir popped the tops and handed one to a still-anxious Fredrick, who’s open hand accepted the ice-cold drink more out of reflex than cognitive thought.

Dad closed the ice box.

“Come with me, Fred,” Vampir beckoned as he walked past, and the human wordlessly heeded the thestral’s implicit command.

“O-Okay,” Fred managed.

Vampir led Fredrick out into the living room, where a cold, empty couch stood open and ready to receive anypony who had to do some late-night thinking outside of their room. With the coffee table present to accept any food or drink atop, those in its grasp were promised an unobstructed view of the Sabre family portrait… one which Fredrick still had to comment was impeccably well done.

It might as well have been a photo for all he was concerned.

Vampir gestured to his right as he took a seat just off-center on the cloth couch.

“Sit down, mate. Let’s ‘ave a chat.”

Fredrick did just that.

“Yeah, s-sure!”

Once the cushion beneath his ass compressed comfortably to hold his weight, a gentle silence fell upon the unexpected duo… one which was welcome for Fredrick as he contemplated his next words, or how to answer whatever Vampir was going to put forth once he decided to speak.

Instead, however, the teal-maned batpony was concentrating solely on the darkened portrait on the opposite wall.

So, Fred figured he would do the same, if only to pass the time until he was dismissed to head back to bed.

Vampir finally spoke:

“Stella has brought her fair share of colts home… even fewer have had the luxury of stayin’ the night."

He then turned his attention to Fredrick, who glanced back in kind.

Vampir’s added with no small complexion of being impressed:

“But never once… ever did anypony have the bollocks tae dig her trench when her mum an’ I were in the next room.

“Twice.”

Fredrick winced at that last word regardless of how Vampir said it, as he was reminded of how Vona caught the two of them right after the act. She, undoubtedly, conveyed this information to Vampir… this was something that Fredrick completely forgot to take into account.

D’oh!

Fredrick was not given a chance to respond… thankfully.

“An’ even more than that,” Vampir continued. “Nopony else has managed tae go cave explorin’ with Sveta… and Stella under our roof.”

He gestured to Fredrick’s untouched bottle with the head of his own, clinking it.

“You’ve earned that beer, mate. Cheers,” said, then raised his bottle a few inches before taking a swig.

Fredrick also took a sip, but for him, that was the most awkward sip of his life.

The beer tasted excellent, though.

“Ummm…” he began, though as he had expected to happen, his thoughts evaded him of an appropriate response. All other responses that he could have placed on the table would most certainly not have been appropriate given the circumstances.

“Not sure how I’m supposed to respond to that, but… heh,” he chuckled. “Thanks, I guess? Maybe?”

Vampir nodded with a smidge of a half-smirk on his face.

“Did ya really think I was gonna kill you?”

Fredrick angled his glance over at him.

“Well… maybe just a little?”

The stallion chuckled, if a bit exaggeratedly.

“Aye… well, not this time,” he teased. “Though I haf’tae hand it to ya. I really didn’t expect Sveta tae get caught up in all this. Don’t know how ya managed that, but you must’ve pulled some mystical fuckin’ bullshit on her.”

Fredrick unthinkingly blurted out:

“It was Stella’s idea, actually…”

It was at that point what he realized he just said… but once again defying his expectations, Vampir only raised an eyebrow.

“Oh aye? That fuckin’ mare…” he shook his head, though his smirk belied his alleged annoyance. “Guess she was right. Sveta needed a little ‘unwinding,’ as it were.”

Vampir took a deep gulp of his drink, wiped his mouth, then turned his attention back towards the portrait in front of them before speaking again, this time with a lot more seriousness in his words… and an uncharacteristic softness.

“Look mate… Fred. Yer a good lad—I can see that much. I’d like tae think Stella’s a big mare an’ can make the right calls about who she’s with. Even more so with Sveta in this… odd, casual circumstance.

“Somethin’ tells me that won’t be happeinin’ much,” Vampir deduced in his little digression.

Fredrick vehemently shook his head.

“Oh definitely not.”

Vampir nodded.

“Mm. Well, back tae Stella,” he began anew, righting his conversational track. “She c’n take care of herself. But, it still doesn’t keep me from worryin’ deep in the back of me mind.”

He continued staring at the portrait, and when his eyes roamed over Vona, he smiled. It was warming for Fredrick to see.

Vampir gestured with his muzzle towards the still.

“Schiavona… I don’t know what I’d do without her. She’s me everythin’. She keeps me sane and grounded. I love that mare more than I love rum. She’s the light of me life.”

The stallion then turned to Fredrick, angling his entire body.

“But those little girls in that picture are me daughters. And in yer specific case, you’re Stella’s coltfriend. She gave you that title. It means more than you know. I’m not blind either. I can see how she looks at you.”

Fredrick’s attention was one-hundred percent focused on what Vampir was pouring out to him, and he wouldn’t dare interrupt at this point, despite his thoughts coalescing into something much more coherent this time around.

“Stella loves you, mate… it’s a look that’s identical tae the one Schiavona gives me every day.”

The thestral pointed at Fredrick.

“And that’s how I know she made an informed, excellent choice. And it warms me heart that she found somepony that’s worthy of such regard from her.”

Fredrick, awestruck, felt compelled to reply:

“Then that only confirms how much I love her too… and I think I’ve always have since the day I met her, if I really think on it,” he said.

“It’s just…” Fredrick couldn’t help but smile at this point. “It’s nice to hear that come from a spectator, y’know?”

Vampir nodded deeply.

“Aye. I know that feelin’ well. Again, yer a good lad, Fredrick. Whatever plans you and Stella have fer the present and the future… just, know that her mum an’ I support you both with all our hearts. Especially if yer keepin’ her as happy as she is now.”

Fredrick’s heart and confidence soared, but before he could deliver his thanks, Vampir had one last thing to add with a mite more seriousness.

“Knowin’ her, she’s probably the one runnin’ most of the show. I get it. That’s just her. But, I have one thing tae ask of you, as a father who loves his daughter very much…”

Fredrick nodded with wider eyes.

“Anything, sir…”

“Just… take care of her. Aye? Look after her. Care for her. Be there for her.

“Love her, as she does you,” Vampir concluded, poking his index finger right at Fredrick’s sternum.

With a reinvigorated, swollen pride and confidence near bursting, Fredrick beamed a determined smile and offered his right hand to Vampir.

The thestral took it immediately, and the two shared a firm grip whilst never breaking their most serious eye-contact to date.

“As long as she’ll have me… Stella will want for nothing. You have my word, Vampir.”

That, apparently, was the correct string of words for Vampir, as he only mirror Fredrick’s look and shook Fredrick’s hand.

“Very good, lad. Very good.”

He then pat Fredrick’s thigh, finished off his beer, and stood up tall with a stretch.

“Run along back tae bed when yer done. Get some sleep, mate.”

On his way out, he stopped to flash Fredrick a cheeky look.

“You’ve got two beautiful mares waitin’ up for ye.”