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The trip back to Lord Iron Side’s estate was much faster than the foot race to get back to Ponyville. After meeting up with AJ and her brother, Big Mac, the two companies made with all haste to return to the site. And in order to spare all parties, Twilight had cast animation and autopilot spells on both carts. AJ still insisted on steering her family cart, Even so, Endymion would catch the farm mare taking breaks, hanging out on the driver’s bench and sunning herself some.

The Crown Prince wouldn’t be so fortunate just to hang out. His adventure out to that old ruin had worried his brides in the worst way. They insisted on hanging out with him and while he was not adverse to that, but they were proving to be a major distraction. He had hoped to work on the boomstick he found in Iron Side’s armory, but between the wants of his mares and and communicating with his teammate, he was to enjoying the trip the way he would prefer.

Oh, it’s not that he didn’t currently enjoy being hilted deep in Twilight’s snatch or that the moaning coming Pinkie from his nimble fingers spreading her sex wide open wasn’t bad. It was actually very pleasurable, even if it wasn’t he had planned. The Crown Prince shifted himself, still seated deep within Twilight. The lavender mage moaned, as she felt his length slide even deeper within her, his warmth and his pulse sending ripples of ecstasy up her spine.

Pinkie’s core constricted on his fingers as he curled them from inside. His middle finger struck what he assumed to her G-spot; the pink mare practically melted after he stroked that and the leaking of her sexual lubricant was a good indication he hit a good spot. He withdrew from Twilight momentarily then thrust back in, driving as deeply as he could spare and not uncork himself. Twilight gasped, as she felt the head of his erection touch her cervix. She never had Written go that deep inside her, but the pleasant thrill of stallion meat (especially her stallion’s meat) so close to her womb was a welcome sensation for her.

Endymion withdrew again, and this time, when he plunged back in, he fell on Twilight’s back. His spare hand reached around her and squeezed one of her breasts. The action jolted Twilight but not in an unpleasant way. In fact, the mere touch of his fingers around her breasts sent Twilight into a minor frenzy; she never knew she was this sensitive to his touch. She felt him withdraw once more, but this time, as he thrust back in, she met halfway. The throaty moan she gave as their bodies met excited Endymion, almost to the point of eruption.

Pinkie whimpered sadly, as she had lost contact with Endymion’s hand. She closed the distance between him and herself, using her tail to keep herself stimulated. Endymion, currently busy filling Twilight to the brim, reaches out with a hand and grasps the Roamani Mare’s tail. Pinkie gasps as her tail is pulled roughly, then she settles into a satisfying moan. She has never had her tail pulled like that, except for when her mother was bringing her to heel. Her core gushes out again, soaking herself, her tail, and parts of Endymion’s hand.

Endymion continues to pull on Pinkie’s tail, reeling her closer and causing the salmon pony to lose herself in orgasmic bliss. Once she is close enough, Endymion releases her tail and finds her labia again; his thumb strokes on her exposed clitoris while his other fingers part her nether lips and caress her velvety inner walls. Pinie is again on the precipice of another orgasm and when she finally comes, her body gushes out once more, as she shivers and spasms in utter euphoria.

Twilight is not that far off from her own release. She stares back at Endymion with a needy look in her eyes. Her stallion pulls his now sopping hand from Pinkie’s crotch and plants on her shoulder, while the other hand resumes its examination of her breasts. Twilight is lost in spirals of delight. As Endymion continues thrusting, Twilight begins to undulate her interior walls, gripping her stallion’s rod ferociously. She can feel his member begin to twitch, the harbinger of his impending climax and she grips him even tighter.

“Do it, Endy” Twilight pants, “fill my with your foal batter!”

Endymion stops, making Twilight whine from the loss of sensation. He then begins to chuckle heartily, much to Twilight’s consternation.

“What?” Twilight whines, “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, Sol,” Endymion gasped between gales of laughter, “you girls and your euphemisms.”

“Endy,” Pinkie scolds, “it’s not nice to make fun of ponies. Especially when you’re bucking them.”

After a few snorts and giggles, Endymion stops and says, “Sorry Pinkie, sorry Twily. Just kinda lost it there for a minute.”

“It’s okay,” Twilight says, then sternly, “are you rutting me or not?”

“Oh, yes, definitely rutting,” Endymion said, then he resumed thrusting. Even with that minute distraction, he didn’t stop reaching his climax. In mere moments, the fuse is lit on his pending eruption and his loins ache with the need for release. As Twilight winds up for one last rapturous implosion, Endymion lets loose, a torrent of his essence filling Twilight up, flooding her womb and spilling out of her core. Twilight issues a keening wheeze, a delighted sound to Endymion’s ears as he watches his beloved unicorn mare shudder in pure Elysium.

Twilight can feel the twitching of Endymion’s shaft as his cream spurts within her. The rupture of his erection makes her lose her sense of self as she floats down the river of effulgent joy. She can feel his fluids seeping out her, dribbling down her labia and sipping onto the mattress of her herd mate’s bed. She nearly collapses from happiness and exhaustion; she is sustained in her current position by Endymion’s strong arms holding her close. Even so, Endymion collapses from the strain and he takes nearly on top of Twilight. Pinkie Pie follows suit, landing nearby the two, panting heavily.

Suddenly, Pinkie shouts, “Best. Rutting. Ever!”

“That… it… was…” Twilight whimpers and the three pass out from their exertions.

Endymion groaned and slowly awoke sometime later. The Vardo had stopped, and the three of them were still entangled together. He could feel the crusty spots on both Twilight’s and Pinkie’s fur, and he knew without a doubt the sheets on this bed would need changing. He also noticed the rocking movement of the Vardo had stopped, so Either they were setting up camp, or they’d made it to the old manor.

Slowly, moved, feeling his cock sliding out of Twilight, who mumbled in her sleep for a moment, and looked at the darkened Vardo. It was night, that much was certain. He walked forward, finding an oil lamp, and using a minor spell to light it. The lamp lit up the Vardo, giving welcoming light to every end of it. He found his pants, opened the door, and saw Big Mac and Applejack outside of it, ready to knock.

The both of them looked drenched, and he let them inside.

“Thanks,” the large red stallion said.

“You’re welcome. When did we stop?”

Applejack, who was building a fire in the small stove looked up at him, “‘Bout an hour ago. Storm just rolled in. Our wagon ain’t got a top ta it, and the storm is purty bad. Figured that ya wouldn’t mind if’n we waited it out in here.”

He nodded, “We don’t. Actually, I think the three of us was going to clean up, fix a little dinner.”

Applejack looked in the cabinets, and she began pulling out some pasta, a few potatoes, and a few other canned vegetables.

“Ah’ll get started on the viddles. Ya jest make sure that yer wives are taken care of.”

He nodded, walked back toward the two of them, and was greeted by Twilight who’s eyes finally started opening.

“Hmmm? I heard voices.”

“Big Mac and Applejack, they’re inside. It’s storming outside, and it’s dry in here.”

“Oh...OH!” she grabbed the sheet and pulled up over her nude body, “We need to get cleaned.”

“Easy Peasy, there’s a shower stall in the wall, it’s not big, so we can’t have some fun in it, but there should be plenty of hot water. I filled the tank up last week, and the sun stone is set to heat up the water, so we should be good,” Pinkie said as she moved forward, not caring if anypony saw her. She reached out and grabbed Endymion’s hand.

She slowly stood, her mane a curly mess, more so than usual, and she looked a little worn out.

“Twi, want to go first?”

Twilight nodded to her pink friend, got up, with the sheet around her still, and slipped into the stall. She handed Endymion the sheet, and he looked at Big Mac who was watching.

“Seen this before?”

“Eeeeyup, got two sisters, both of which think that Ah ain’t never seen a mare in the nude before.”

“Hey!”

He looked at Applejack his expression was one she wore often enough.

“Well… Ah ain’t used to hearin’ that mah brother has… diddled anypony.”

He chuckled a little, “Ah wouldn’t say diddled. Cheerilee and Ah’ve necked a little, that’s ‘bout it. Sure, Ah’ve seen what she’s got a time or two, and Ah like it, but Ah ain’t against the idea of a herd.”

Applejack shook her head, “Course ya ain’t. Yer a stallion, and ya’d like the idea of having a fresh mare every night.”

He snorted, “Ain’t ‘bout that and ya know it. Havin’ a herd is realizin’ that ya can love more than one pony, and realizing that if’n something happens ta ya, or yer wife, that yer foals would be looked over. Ah love Ma and Pa, Ah miss ‘em everyday, but what if Granny hadn’t been there? Applejack, we’d been left twistin’ in the wind.”

She went back to looking at her food she was a cooking, “Ah suppose.”

“Ah sayin’ it’s fer everypony. But Ah see the place and need fer it. That’s why Ah support it. Sides, when Endymion here has his first foal, it’s gonna be something all three of ‘em can enjoy.”

He nodded toward Pinkie, “Fair warning, Earth Ponies tend to foal more often than any other pony.”

Endymion looked at Pinkie who smiled right back at him. She didn’t really hide herself behind the curtain that separated the main bed from the rest of the Vardo, instead she just waited for Twilight to finish.

“Pinkie… could you be?”

She snorted and giggled, “Maybe, but I kinda doubt it. We did it bunches, but mama always told me that I’d know when I was. Although, I wouldn’t mind having a pie in the oven.”

Applejack looked at her and smiled. One thing for certain, Pinkie made ponies smile, but she also was honest. It wasn’t that she wasn’t intelligent, but Pinkie didn’t really seem to have much guile, except when it came to parties, and surprise parties.

“Ya know, if’n ya get Pinkie and Twilight in the family way, Princess Luna might plum be over the moon.”

He smiled, “I’m sure she would be. She’s said a few times that she’s missed me being so small.”

“Granny’s said that ‘fore,” Big Mac said as he stretched, “She jest about cried when ‘Bloom gotta doin’ things on her own. Almost as bad as Applejack.”

“Ya gonna tell all mah business?”

He grinned at her, “Ya liked being the older sister, and the older ya got the more like mama ya got. Face it AJ, Ya and Granny are basically ‘Bloom’s mamas. She’s even messed up ‘fore and said it.”

Endymion watched as the two siblings talked, and to be honest, it felt good. This was something that he had missed out on, and he knew it. Luna had been a wonderful mother, and she had done everything she could do for him, but there was times he was lonely. Then again, in a way he did have a brother. Blueblood was over most of the time, and the both of them acted much like the Applejack and Big Mac were acting.

“Aw, it’s sweet,” Pinkie cooed.

“What is?”

“Oh, how their acting has got you thinking about your cousin who’s like your brother, but at the same time making you wonder what it would have been like if you actually had a brother or sister, which you’re actually getting a brother and three other sisters. Oh… When you meet Limestone you need to let her do most of the talking. She can be a cranky, McCranky pants. Twilight’s done!”

He looked to see Twilight coming out, Pinkie practically skipped in, and the sound of the shower started again. Twilight closed the curtain, and he watched as her silhouette moved behind it until she was completely dressed. She stepped out from behind the curtain, now robed in Magic Academy basics, with a small amount of Rarity’s flair added in. Unlike the standard robes, Twilight’s robes were drawn in at her waist, her shoulders had little caps in them, a princess hemline was stitched in and slit was made from the bottom hem to just about midway to her cutie marks. If she were back in class, she would earn demerits for impinging on the schools robes, but here, in night with a storm overhead and many kilometers to go before they slept, she was down right gorgeous.

Twilight asked, “Well, what do you think?”

Endymion stood there a minute, trying to get his higher thought processes to work for him. When his tongue finally, blessedly, became unglued, he said, “Buck me.”

“Endy,” Twilight said, looking concerned, “is everything alright?”

Shaking himself loose, Endymion replied, “Oh, yeah, everything’s great. By all things holy, Twilight, you are so beautiful in that!”

“Oh, thank you!” Twilight beamed, “I had Rarity custom tailor this. At first, I thought it was a bit too much, but now that I have your opinion, I say she did just enough.”

She tittered as she saw how he was reacting. What she was in now was actually far more conservative than how she had been earlier, but it made her feel beautiful to see him stumbling over himself. If she would have been asked a few weeks ago if she thought that she was beautiful she would have said no. She never thought that she was beautiful, not really even cute, but Endymion thought she was, and that made her realize that maybe she was a little beautiful.

She looked at Big Mac who was eyeing her, smiled warmly and nodded. She tried to figure it out until she realized that he had checked her out.

“Yer a lucky stallion Endymion.”

“Thanks, and I know.”

Applejack looked over her shoulder and saw her friend standing there. Ask anypony,and they’d tell you that she was as bent toward stallions as you could get. AJ liked the way stallions smelled, she loved the way they felt, and she enjoyed a good rutting as much as the next mare. The fact that Big Mac didn’t know about a few of her exploits out in the barn, or at least she hoped he didn’t know, gave her some peace of mind. Yet, here she was looking at her friend Twilight, and the first thing that came to her mind was that she wouldn’t kick her out of her bed.

Stopping right there she considered what she had just thought, and about who it was she thought it about. She had just considered the idea of not kicking Twilight out of her bed, of actually sleeping with a mare. She got her mind off of it, deciding instead to cook, try not to think about it, and just keep her mind focused on the food she was making.

Pinkie Pie, that sweet mare, she was certainly one that was skilled at making food, and that goulash she had made for their trip to Mount Gloom had been tasty as all get out, but Applejack wasn’t a slouch when it came to cooking. A noodle vegetable soup was what this kind of night called for. Thick tomato sauce, boiled noodles, peas, carrots, green beans, some pinto beans for flavoring, and just a dab of hot sauce.

It was just the thing to chase away a chill, make a pony feel full, and hand out plenty of energy.

‘She’s sure gonna need it, what with him bending that cute little flank of hers over and… Oh Sol Damn it Applejack, comeon! Ya can’t go and start thinkin’ bout friends like that. What’s next, thinking about gettin’ with Dash? Hay no, not a chance. That girl would cost the farm way too many customers.’ she thought.

She finished up the noodle vegetable soup, which was actually more of a thick stew, and set to pouring it into bowls. She sat Pinkie Pie’s out, on the edge of the table, and then she handed Twilight’s hers. She tried to keep from making eye contact with her. Not that she didn’t want to, but it felt weird. Like just thinking what she did was almost the same as bedding her. She relaxed a little, as the group began to scoot in closer to the table, and then the shower stall door opened. Applejack looked up to see Pinkie Pie, in all of her glory, standing in the hall.

Her eyes widened as she looked at the pink mare. Her breasts were easily the size of very large cantaloupes, her hips were wide, made for foal rearing, and Sol damn did she look sexy all wet from a shower. She saw Pinkie grab two towels, look toward the table and see Endymion also staring, and then grinned as she bent over, lifting her tail and giving him the most perfect view of her plot.

Applejack’s spoon fell into her bowl as she watched the display. She looked at Endymion, seeing his reaction, and realizing that he was satisfying two mares, both who had just made her question her own sexuality. There had to be something about him, something that they seemed to like. She questioned it for a moment, would she even want to consider the fleeting thought. She tabled it, relieved that Pinkie had wrapped the towels around her mane, and around her body.

She walked over to the table, squeezed in between Endymion and Applejack. She dug into the stew, making little moaning sounds that no pony could ignore. Applejack raised an eyebrow at her, and then she looked around the table. Endymion was obviously trying his hardest to actually eat, the way Twilight was squirming it was obvious that she was having the same problem. She looked at her brother and he was eating slower than normal, sweat was on his brow, and she realized that Pinkie knew how to work ponies.

Maybe she had been wrong and Pinkie did have a little guile, but she only really seemed to use it for her herd, so that wasn’t so bad. Pinkie finished her stew, smiled, and looked at Applejack, “Thanks, that was yummy!”

“Yeah, yeah it sure was purty good… Uh huh,” she stuttered back.

“AJ, you okay?” Endymion asked.

“Oh she’s fine! She’s just questioning her sexuality right now, and wanting to know if she’d be okay with munching on a mare muffin.”

With that Applejack’s entire face turned red, and she tried to hide behind her hands.

“Ain’t nothin’ ta be ashamed of.”

“Says ya! Ya ain’t never thought ‘bout no stallion like that ‘fore!”

Big Mac rolled his eyes, “Sure Ah have. Ah jest ain’t acted on it, ‘cause Ah ain’t interested in stallions like that.”

“Who?”

Realizing he was on the spot, and realizing that there wasn’t any getting out of it, he sighed and looked at her. Making her lower her hands and look him in the face, he smiled, “Thunderlane, after he dressed up as that fellar from that horror show musical, ya know, the one that was a doctor.”

Applejack looked at him in disbelief, “Wait, ya’ll like him being all gussied up in that get up he was a wearing?”

Big Mac nodded, “Eeeeyup, but it dun’t mean that Ah’d do anything. Jest means that Ah know that anypony can be a little sexy. Ya jest gotta admit it ta yerself, and go on.”

“You watched that musical?”

They looked at Twilight, “What? It was one of the plays that the Ponyville theater put on that wasn’t dealing with the holidays. Of course I was going to go see it.”

Endymion looked at them, “Was it any good?”

“Endy, you’ve never seen the Pony Horror Picture Show before? We’ve got to fix that!”

Twilight sighed, “The music was good, and I liked the songs, but I didn’t think that it was the most well written musical ever.”

“Oh, but I loved that one part, when I got to play Andalusia, I so totally owned her character,” she giggled snorted.

She grinned, looked at Endymion, and winked. Then Pinkie began to sing. It was almost as if the song was made just for her.

Endymion watched her, and then Pinkie gave him a happy smile. He felt better, it wasn’t something he could really explain, but he did feel better. It was amazing. She was able to lighten the mood so well, and she made him feel like laughing. Not at her antics, or silliness, but laughing with her. Her laugh was infectious and so was her smile. He glanced over to Twilight who seemed to be beaming as well.

“Cain’t believe that y’all wanted to buck a stallion.”

Big Mac rolled his eyes, “Ain’t everypony on a strict place Applejack. We’re all on a scale, and that scale moves. Ah ain’t ahundred percent straight, and neither are y’all. Ain’t nothing ta be ashamed of.”

“Big Mac, are you talking about Dr. Whiney’s scale?”

Twilight watched him.

“Eeeyup, studied Equine sexuality at the college, learned a lot, and learned that it ain’t uncommon for a stallion to think that another stallion is cute, or sexy, or ruttable, but it’s when a pony keeps that to themselves that it gets bad,” he looked at AJ, “Now, Ah dun’t expect ya ta go and do a bunch of experimenting, though Sol knows that ya’ve been doing some out in the barn.”

AJ hid her face, “Ya’ll knew?”

He raised his eyebrow, “Applejack, we live in Ponyville. It’s a small town, and stallions talk, course Ah knew, Ah jest kept it quiet best as Ah could for ‘Bloom, and fer ya.”

“Oh Sol… does everypony know?”

He shook his head, “Ah’ve talked ta most of ‘em and they’re a gonna keep it quiet, but, it might be an idea fer ya ta not do it so often.”

Laughter erupted, Applejack got embarrassed, but she soon got over it. Food was eaten, memories were shared and made, and sometime during the night Pinkie helped Endymion make out two of the smaller bunks that were made into the walls. Both Big Mac and Applejack thanked her before turning in.

Going back to their own bed Endymion stopped when Pinkie stopped him. He felt her hand on his cock, and although he’d finally had a shower she fished it out. Before he could say a word she went to her knees and began to lick it. She was surprisingly quiet, licking the underside of his cock, going up to the head, kissing it, and then taking just the tip into her lips. She suckled a little, making him squirm.

She continued to do this until he was rock hard. When he was she took him completely into her mouth. He let out a soft moan as she bottomed out, taking him so deep into her mouth, letting him touch the back of her throat. He wasn’t sure how she was so quiet, how she kept from making too much noise, but she did.

He moaned as she continued to suck him off. Her head bobbing, the mess of curls that was her mane bouncing, and he watched as she dropped her towel, letting him feast on the sight of her nude body. His hands found the back of her head, his fingers fisting into her mane, her pace quickened, and soon he felt her slowing down. He looked down to see her grinning.

“Somepony else wants to do this,’ she whispered as she moved over.

He looked to see Twilight nearing them. She had used her magic to do it, and she’d done it once in the privacy of the library, but this was the first time that she had done this sort of thing with the possibility of anypony watching. She let out a soft moan as she kissed the tip of his cock and then she began to suck him into her mouth. She could taste him, every inch, the way his musk was so tangible, and Sol help her she wanted him.

She felt fingers opening her robes, and she didn’t complain. She felt those same fingers finding her breasts, gently teasing her nipples, and she let out a soft moan. It felt so wonderful, and she felt one hand staying with her breasts, switching from one to the other, and then back again, but the other was moving down her, finding her slick and wanting snatch. The fingers attached to that hand was skillfully playing with her, desperately getting her off. She felt Pinkie lean into her, “Want to close the curtain and cast a sound proofing spell?”

She nodded. That was a perfect idea, and the three of them moved into the back bedding area. Endymion closed the curtain, and soon it was just the three of them. Twilight cast the spell, so no pony outside of this room would hear a thing. She felt Endymion remove her robes, his eyes drinking in her naked flesh, and she loved it.

“You’re so beautiful, you both are,” he whispered.

She couldn’t help but giggle like a school filly. He kissed her, leaning her back, spreading her legs apart. She felt him push into her and she let out a very unlady like moan. Twilight moaned in delight, enjoying feeling her stallion, her husband, inside of her, bringing her to the very edge of ecstasy. She had began to match his thrusts, moving forward, sliding back, and feeling his free hand on her cutie mark.

She had long dreamed of this moment, of being with him, and ever since she was welcomed into his and Pinkie’s herd she’d found what she had truly been missing. She began panting hard, feeling herself contract inside, and she knew what was coming. The way his cock felt bigger, the way he was so deep inside of her, so deep that she felt the head of his cock popping beyond her vaginal walls. She could feel him pushing into her cervix, and she was so close.

“ENDY!!!” she cried out as she felt herself lose control, and her horn ignited a the same time.

She clamped down on him, her pussy milking his cock, trying to get every last drop of his cum up further inside of her. She fell forward, breathing hard, feeling that his cock was still rock hard, and then she felt him slip from inside of her. She turned her head and saw Pinkie on her hands and knees. The pink earth pony mare was moaning in delight, her large breasts bouncing as he slammed into her. Twilight felt her tail move, fingers tracing her well rutted nethers, and then she felt those same fingers at the entrance of her tailhole. She bit the pillow in front of her as they slipped in. It was two, sliding in slowly and she knew that he was getting her ready, letting her relax.

There was no way she could lie about it. Ever since she joined the herd, and she got introduced to it, she had began to enjoy anal play. Maybe it wasn’t her favorite, and maybe she enjoyed having her pussy stuffed more, but she certainly didn’t mind Endymion playing with her tailhole. She moaned out his name as he pushed his fingers deeper into her. Pinkie was enjoying every bit that she was receiving, and from the way the Vardo was moving, it was obvious that sound proofing or not, everypony was going to know what was going on.

She watched as Pinkie stiffened her entire body shuddered, and then she collapsed. Endymion was still inside of her, and he pulled out, his seed leaking out of her now well rutted again marehood. Hard as he was he moved behind her, pulling out his fingers and she nodded as she felt him pushing into her.

“Ngh…” she grunted as he pushed slowly into her. Endymion, her Endymion was filling her tailhole.

She felt him slowly thrusting into her, getting her used to it, and then the slow began to pick up pace, and before long he was thrusting with abandon into her. She grunted, matching his thrusts, loving the way it felt, wanting him to never stop. He was hers, her stallion, her husband, and she wanted to give him foals. Sol help her she wanted to give him foals. She knew that earth ponies seemed to be more fertile, and she’d love any of Pinkie’s foals like her own, but she wanted to be able to give him a son or a daughter, and she wanted it as well.

She wanted it because she loved him. After what seemed like hours, but most likely was only several minutes, they both collapsed together in a heap. There would certainly be a shower tomorrow, but for tonight, tonight there was cuddling.