Author's Notes:

There's some mature stuff here. It's not nearly as bad as other chapters, but hey.

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Coco had insisted that they were all tired and worn and gently urged each to lay down and, despite the beatings of their hearts, try to get some rest. "You're both darling ponies, but we're all wound up and too excited. Let's talk more, tomorrow. For now, rest."

The light was flicked off and they settled on the bed, sharing it for the first time between all three.

Tabitha had actually lapsed off, just chasing after sleep peacefully before she was started with a little snort. She felt a muzzle nuzzling right along her pony belly, teeth carefully nipping at her sheath as it began to swell. Had Coco decided to play again? Tabitha was tired. The idea of sleep seemed like a good idea. If they were going to have a relationship, boundaries were required. She raised a fore leg and pushed against the unseen presence.

A soft plaintive noise came, but it didn't sound right. "Razz?"

"Yeah..."

"Why?" She didn't grasp it. He had seemed quite heterosexual overall, even if he did think Tabitha was great.

He nuzzled gently into that filling tube of horse meat. "If we're becoming coltfriend and... bothfriend, I shouldn't be upset to be near or with any of you." His tongue darted out over the portion of her blunted member that was peeking free. "I love you, all of you."

Tabitha warmed even as she filled out for him. His words were flattering and each touch of his furry snout or that wet tongue excited her. She wanted... She wasn't sure what she should do with that excitement, but she wanted to get closer. She grabbed Razz with her hooves and pulled him closer to that twitching member. Sleep had been chased away in favor of that bonding.

"I... don't want to be ridden," he stated meekly, but there was some bit of steel there. He wouldn't play a stallion beneath the other stallion, not like that, but he did kiss the tip of that excited pole and opened his mouth wide, accepting several precious inches into his tight snout.

Tabitha couldn't deny that she certainly felt loved. Even if she couldn't do... that, which was fine by her. That part of the body didn't have much appeal to her anyway. There was something they could do to even things out, though. She curled on herself, her spine bending in ways that would make her original self blush as she got a good grip on him and turned him over. Soon she had her own face buried between the stallion's thighs.

He had his own scent. It was musky and stinky. He smelled of his own and Tabitha's musk from their playing and his lack of washing yet. Part of her was repelled by it, but other parts argued against it. The stallion musk tickled her the right way, and she was no cleaner, and yet he was nursing at her.

She could return the favor, and she did. Her soft lips closed around the end of his already half-firm member and she felt it twitching and pulsing as it grew with every beat of his excited heart. She didn't have a snout, or expertise in the matter, so she didn't take him as deeply as he was consuming her own shaft, but they were both suckling on the other in a mutual exchange of pleasure and affection.

A warm shape pressed against the both of them. "I know you're trying to be quiet, but you're not that quiet." It was Coco.

She could feel Razz growing warmer, his blush warming her groin and member as he paused a moment. Hesitantly, he drew back and her hips bucked in frustration. He gave a startled noise and got back to sucking, and so did she.

Ignored, Coco frowned in the dark and flopped free of them, just for a jolt to lance along Tabitha's spine. A delicate tongue was joining the fun in little laps over her horse lips.

It became too much. Her climax, slowly creeping up on her, got up and made an energetic dash towards her. All too quickly, Tabitha was hissing around the shaft in her mouth as she released. Her shaft jumped with every bit of seed forced down it even as her lips leaked against that carefully exploring tongue.

She wanted to sleep.

She knew she shouldn't. She still had Razz's member in her mouth and he hadn't gotten off, but she really needed to rest. It was too much.

Tabitha slipped into an almost forced slumber, fatigue and chemicals drawing her into a restful sleep despite her wishes.

Razz was left sputtering, his snout speckled with the leaked cum of his partner as his stiff pole twitched and ached, wanting release.

A warm and fuzzy muzzle came between him and Tabitha, nuzzling him away from her sleeping lips, just for soft lips to kiss at his shaft, peppering it with little exchanges. "We need to talk." It was Coco.

Razz pulled back from Tabitha and sat up to find Coco facing him. She leaned forward and kissed his nose, making it wriggle as he smiled awkwardly.

Coco nudged him in the chest. "She is our bridge. We are her supports, anchored to the ground at either end. We love her, but will we stare at one another across that divide, wishing we could have the bridge to ourselves?"

Razz blinked at the philosophy, his member sagging a bit as the sexytimes faded away. "I... wow. That's deep." He said it in a complimentary tone. "Do we have to?"

"No, we don't." Coco nodded once. "We could love... each other, but there are things that must come first?"

"Like?"

She smiled. "I don't know you. You don't know me. We have to fix that. If we can't be friends, how can we be more? You and... your friend, you were, perhaps, too close, in the wrong way. As you said, she's your sister. That's very, very precious, but it's not a lover either. Strangers and sisters make bad lovers."

Razz twitched his ears up at the mare, trying to figure out her mysteries. "Well... I'm still working at that hotel."

She nodded. "Did you get that promotion?"

He smiled, touched that his aspirations were remembered. "I'm working super hard. I think the boss is noticing, so soon, maybe? Do you make stallion clothes?"

She seemed equally pleased that he remembered what she did. "I do. I'll show them to you tomorrow." She rolled a hoof. "What do you do, when you're not working that is?"

Razz sucked in some air. "I like some sports? Flying is always fun..." He tilted his head at Coco. She had no wings. Quick! He had to think of something they could do together. "I like..." He warmed and turned red. "I like plays." Bubbles didn't like plays, operas, or things like that. It was his dirty pleasure.

Coco smiled all the brighter. "You don't say? I have some good memories of some acting performances." She put a hoof at her chest. "I even tried a hoof at it, even if I ended up gravitating towards fashion. Are those the only performances you enjoy?"

He would be lying if he said yes. "I like music? I brought Tabitha to a Grateful Mares show."

"The Grateful Mares? I've never been to one of those." The way she said it implied she at least knew what they were. "I do have a record. I like them, they seem like good ponies."

Razz smiled wide, his wings spreading a little. Things were going so well! "The next time they come to the city, we should go, all of us. We could have such a good time."

Coco seemed unsure about that. "Those can be very... loud."

Loud was half the point! "What's so bad about that?"

Coco gestured to the city randomly. "Maybe something a bit... quieter?"

Maybe he wouldn't get her to the Grateful Mares, not easily, still... "Alright. Maybe something on Broadneigh?"

She bobbed her head. "That would be lovely." She reached out and set a hoof on his left shoulder. "I know this is... a bit sudden, for both of us. Still, we're here. Let's try to make the best of it, alright?"

What would Bubbles do? Well, besides say something that could be taken badly. Razz leaned in suddenly and kissed Coco on the cheek. Even as she blushed and looked dazed, he nodded at her. "We are her supports."

"Let's... do it well." Coco recovered from her sudden kiss and slowly resumed smiling. "For now, let's sleep." She put both of her hooves on him and drew him in close. There was no sex there, just intimacy, and she drew him down to sleep, each resting on the warmth and softness of the other.

Spring waved a hand over the pool, sending faint ripples across it as the vision of those filthy, if riveting, horses faded from view. If Tabitha became attached to both, her place could be threatened. She frowned faintly as she considered it.

A bird in the forest of her apartment called out in a trilling cry.

The usual scents of nature and the peace her forest provided did little to calm her. There were too many angles, and too many people to predict all of them, even if most were little more than filthy, revolting, and yet exciting beasts. If she let that 'bridge' be secured to those 'supports', then there would scarcely be room left for her, even should she bear that animal's progeny to the world.

Spring rubbed over her belly. The difference was tiny, but she could feel it, both in the faint swell and in the flow of magic beneath it. Her life magic was perverted, twisted to make do for the young life within her.

She was becoming a mother.

Spring smiled a little. She was a mother of a beast, surely, but still, a mother... A fellow elf would be quite slow to breed. Perhaps after a century of company they would consider it. Just one moment of weakness from that human...

Tabitha had enjoyed it, at least while she was in that moment.

Spring had to pull her trap a bit tighter.

She rose smoothly to her feet, promising herself to take action soon. Of course, 'soon' was a very relative thing. For an elf, soon might be a few decades. But Spring was not dealing with an elf. She was dealing with someone with a human's mind and a filthy horse body, even if Spring had fashioned Tabitha well. Tabitha wouldn't easily collapse due to the casual entropy of time, but that didn't change who she was.

There was so much... fun, yes, fun. They could enjoy one another's company, if Tabitha were less... worrisome.

Spring tapped at her chin thoughtfully before a smile developed. She had to learn from the beasts to properly tame one. "Good bridges have three solid supports. One on either side, and one to hold up the middle." She moved to prepare.

She had a bridge to support.