Tim had been walking through the deserted streets of Canterlot. Silver had mentioned that single stallions weren’t exactly in danger, for he had just gone out alone himself, but mares are definitely on the prowl. In his twenty-minute walk, he had been directly propositioned four times, and one mare had gotten a lot more affectionate than he was used to when it comes to ponies on the street. Silver has an advantage, though. Those wings can keep him out of the grasp of most ponies. He had mentioned that the unicorn mares don’t tend to think of their magic in such cases. That seems to be true, though being pawed by multiple mares is a little disconcerting for him. Finally, he stands before the great closed gates of the main entrance to the Castle. Two mares are standing guard, one of them looks at him curiously. He pulls the creamy parchment from his back pocket and proffers it to the guard. Her horn lights golden and the parchment is whisked from his hand. Her eyes widen at the seal on the bottom and her eyes scanning over the text twice. After a long moment she floats the text back into his hands and the gate is opened.

He nods in thanks, she grins and murmurs something softly before he steps through the gate. As the massive metal structure slams closed, he stops. Did she say what she thinks she said? ‘Go get 'em tiger?' He looks back at the gate for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and heading through the courtyard into the castle proper. The wide corridors are deserted at this time of night.

He sees a grand total of two ponies in his walk to the throne room. He pulls on the massive door, only to have it open to a dark and deserted room. His eyes widen before he tracks down the two guards he had seen.

“Excuse me,” he calls out, getting the two ponies in deep blue armor to stop in their tracks. Their tufted ears flicking back and forth as he approaches. He looks at them, their eyes are wide as most pony eyes are, but they seem to be more like the eyes of a cat with vertical slits. Then he notices the leathery wings folded easily at the sides of each pony. “I have a summons from Princess Celestia herself directing me to get here as soon as possible, it’s only been about twenty minutes since I got it, but her throne room is deserted.”

The ponies smile. “Princess Celestia has retired for the night, you can find her in her quarters. If she summoned you at this time, I would think you would know where to go.” One of them says. He takes a few steps. “Do you need a guide to get you to her quarters?”

Tim’s eyes widen, and he finds his mouth suddenly dry. Was Silver right? Was he being summoned to service Princess Celestia herself? “Y-yes. I think that would help.”

The stallion smiles, “Always happy to be of service.” With a gesture of his wing, he leaves the other stallion behind and has Tim follow him. The walk passes quickly, Tim thinking furiously. Very quickly he’s standing before a set of doors with the solar alicorn's cutie mark emblazoned on them. He leans close, is that gold? Very pretty. He shakes himself a bit before knocking firmly on the door.

After several seconds, he hears her clearing her throat before calling out, “Come in.”

He glances back at the weird pony guard, who’s already started walking away, and pushes the door slowly open.

He stops a moment, almost not recognizing the pony lying comfortably on a large couch. Oh, it most certainly is Princess Celestia, but the vestments of her office are nowhere to be seen, even her flowing mane seems to be more pink than anything else, and less flowing than normal, almost like just a regular pony’s mane. She brightens at his entrance, her horn lighting to close the door behind him. “Good evening, Timothy, how nice to see you.”

Tim looks back. Did she lock the door? He must be feeling paranoid after the mess that happened with Twilight. Though his nose twitches, if the solar princess isn’t in heat yet, she would definitely be close right now. He takes a step forward. Maybe he should have insisted Citrus come with him? “You have commanded me to appear before you, and here I am.”

She laughs softly, “So formal. Well, I must follow the forms myself then.” She clears her throat again and intones louder. “Your care in acceding to my request is to be commended. Thank you for your service, young…man.” She stumbles a bit over the last word. It’s a word calqued directly from his language – she isn’t speaking Eponese, but rather English. She has an accent and it’s adorable, even if it does sound more like she said Mih-mn rather than man.

He grins. “You can call me a stallion if you wish, Princess. My herd does so all the time.”

That gets a smile. “Very well, young stallion.”

Tim glances around, this is her inner sanctum. Her bed, a giant thing, is turned down, apparently in preparation of her retiring for the night. He glances around. Might as well bite the bullet. He clears his throat roughly. “Princess, did you send another note to Citrus about you commanding that I come here.”

Her eyebrows rise. “Why would I need to do that?”

“I would assume, since you are quite aware of what happened with Twilight and what it did to damage our herd, I thought you would…”

“You are saying you came here expecting to service me.” Her brow furrows in a frown.

Tim takes a step back, gulping. “I had assumed…”

Princess Celestia smiles brightly. “I can see why the assumption was made. I have summoned you rather late, but I did have an innocent purpose in mind when I asked you to come here.”

“Really?”

She shifts and pulls herself off the couch and gains all four hooves. She leans closer to him. “When this season was in effect last year, you were barely conscious, and the translation spell was still struggling to have you be coherent to us ponies. And then when Twilight’s fall season hit, it was a disaster for your herd. I want to make your life easier if at all possible.”

“You’ve bought me a niqab?” Tim quips.

She stops for a moment, looking at him. “Tim, I am quite aware this part of pony life is rather intense to someone not of Equestria. While some of outside lands do enjoy this time of year from a tourist perspective, it’s not something your species is acclimated to. So, I am offering you an option. You can spend a couple of weeks sequestered in the castle, a letter can be sent to your lead mare, letting her know that heat is a rather intense time for you, and you will need to have some shelter from the full brunt of how a pony herd would be clamoring for your attention.”

Tim’s eyes widen. “Poor Silver.” He finds himself whispering. All four mares, and he would be having to deal with Cayenne, and also the others who don’t want to get pregnant.

Celestia seems to have read his mind. “Oh, I would not leave your herd on bad straights because of this. I have selected two of my stallions who could be sent there, they are surgically sterile, so there are no worries about any new unplanned foals. I also have an apprentice kusa who on account of his junior rank cannot be hired by the general public yet.” She smiles gently. “Do not make your decision based on how much your junior stallion would have to work. Survivors and lone stallions have satisfied herds since we walked the plains; he is only likely to sleep for a week and be not interested in sex for a while afterwards. This is entirely on your needs. Do you think you can withstand everything going on? Because if not, I want to offer you safe haven to weather the storm.”

Tim stops, thinking furiously. Silver has let him know some of the details. And the prospect of what’s coming up, well, what’s already here since Cayenne is likely already being energetically ridden by Silver at this very moment. But it’s only the start, Citrus, North, and he already knows how bad Twilight is in such circumstances. Can he rise to the occasion? Make all of them happy? He looks at Princess Celestia, who is standing there, her mane hanging like any other pony’s, looking almost vulnerable compared to her usual look. But the encouraging smile on her face gets him to make his decision. “Princess, I do appreciate your offer. But I would much prefer to spend that time with my herd. I don’t know how it’s going to go, but I’d rather find out with them.”

She smiles. “Very well then. Know this, the offer remains. If you find their affection to be more than you find you can handle, you can come to the castle. You will never be turned away.”

She turns a bit. “Before I sleep, I would like a nice walk through the castle, would you join me?”

Tim nods and she leads the way. He watches her tail swaying back and forth. She must be pretty close herself; her tail is definitely swaying quite a bit more than usual, and he gets more than a mere glimpse of her own plot. To his surprise, the white lips part and a very pink clit emerges in a hard wink. Tim quickens his steps to make it up next to her. As they make it into the corridor. He looks at her. “So, I heard some things about your own personal harem.”

She smiles demurely, her tail swinging more, enough to brush up against him. “Oh, some of the rumors are true.”

“The vetting process. Why so rigorous. I mean it’s sex, I don’t know how they would get trained in doing it.”

That gets a joyful laugh from the princess. “Oh, I am surprised the retelling gets so distorted.” She giggles a few times, shaking her head. Finally, she leads him down a long corridor. “Tim, there are real reasons the vetting process is so rigorous. For example, a stallion must have sired multiple foals, and as least one colt among them. The reason for this is they will be permanently sterilized, if they are to be removed from the gene pool, they had to have made a decent contribution to future generations first. Luna and I cannot risk becoming pregnant; the old nations of ponies were torn apart time and again by fights over thrones. We remain peaceful and powerful because they are united behind us. Blueblood and Cadance exist because we were less discrete, and their heritages were allowed to live as peace settlements to keep all ponies in one nation. Regardless, I foster the growth of my little ponies. And that requires the stallions be contributing members of our society first.”

Tim nods. “But why so thorough?”

She stops, drawing him to a stop to look back at her. “Many hundreds of years ago, we did not understand the concept of surgical sterilization, nor did we have any effective potions or spells to prevent pregnancy. This was fine for most of the ponies. This land was still being settled. The mortality rate among the ponies was regrettably high. And every new foal was needed to expand our population as we spread across the land. But that presented at problem for my sister and I before she was nightmare moon, and for me for a long time after. We still had those biological urges that we must deal with. And as a result, I have had quite a few children of my own. My own genetics are all throughout the land as my foals have grown and left my home to forge lives of their own. I do not want to have children with the descendants of my own flesh.”

“But you have them sterilized.”

She smiles. “That is true. And while there is no danger in any way, they would be removed enough from me genetically that even being with foal from ponies today would not present a real danger. I find the idea of coupling with my progeny, no matter how many generations removed, to be distasteful. Enough so I ensure those who would lay with me in such times of need would not be related to me in any way.”

“And Princess Luna is the same way?”

She nods. He thinks for a moment. “Is the night her domain? I would think she would be around.”

That gets another tinkling laugh from the solar diarch. “Would you be willing to watch her being mounted one after the other by six different stallions?”

His eyes widen. “Not particularly, no.”

She nods. “Then she shall remain in private for the time being. This time of year has many benefits, and few downsides. Commerce may slow to a trickle, but the ponies are following their instincts and desires. Older stallions and mares are taking care of our youngest generations as their parents and older siblings are ensuring the creation of the newest generations to come. The ponies are safe and happy. And I will be retiring myself, my time is nearly here as well.”

Tim frowns. “I don’t understand. You ponies are the greatest power on your world. There are other kingdoms on your world, wouldn’t they want to take advantage of the distraction of heat?”

That gets an uproariously loud laugh from the princess. “Oh, young Timothy, you are definitely a breath of fresh air. Have you heard of the six-minute war between the griffons and the ponies?”

He nods. “Twilight had mentioned that in passing.”

She grins at him, the intensity is enough to get him to step back. “The griffons tried to take advantage of our distraction, as you call it, many decades ago. The ponies on the frontier were caught by surprise, and sent messengers begging for support. Well, when the nearest brigades had arrived, they found the mortality among the griffon army was upwards of ninety percent. And both the mares and the stallions of the border forts had less than ten percent losses. And those ponies we’re found madly in the middle of…let us say, relations…with both corpses and living but severely injured griffons. The griffon ranks had been decimated by sex hungry ponies. It was not a pretty picture to be sure.” Her smile softens. “And there was one other time, the minotaurs had decided they should be the most powerful nation on the planet. That required my involvement. But I was in the depths of heat myself, so I challenged the general to a duel. And what I did to his poor corpse sent the entire invading army across the border with very few casualties.”

Tim suppresses a grin. “So, thinking you are too distracted by this time of year would be a mistake?”

She nods. Then she leans forward and kisses him on his cheek, her lips lingering there. Tim freezes in shock as the princess flinches back. “Oh dear.” She mumbles softly. “I must be closer than I thought. Twilight’s letters to me must have affected me more than I had expected them to.”

Tim does a mental double take. “Wait, what? Letters?”

Princess Celestia sits down on her haunches. “When Twilight was but a filly, she apprenticed to me in learning her magic. I spent years helping her learn all the ways of our magic. Then it came time for her to be there for my dear sister’s return. She made friends. She learned to control the vast power she possesses, and she ended up becoming the Princess of Friendship. During her time in Ponyville, she would write to me often, telling me of what she learned. That habit has not stopped as she has grown into her wings as a Princess. She often writes to tell me of her exploits, and to ask for advice. Some years ago, I strongly suggested that she get a coltfriend. She did so, and for a time, her letters to me included the details of her relationships. She never found a stallion that captured her heart and her mind nearly as much as you have been able to, young Tim. And now, with her joining your herd, she has continued and I have been privy to some of your exploits in bed as well.” She smiles as her horn lights. “She has even communicated the details of her newest spell.”

With a bright flash, a very tall, statuesque woman is standing before him, proud in her nudity.

The woman is simply put, the epitome of human feminine beauty. He immediately feels his pants get tight in response. The woman is easily more than six feet tall, counting the long white horn emerging from her forehead. Her breasts are huge – Tim has to estimate they are at least F cups, and they sit tall and proud upon her chest. Her burnished bronze skin is without blemish, imperfection, or scar. Her face is a feminine, sharp oval with large eyes, a gentle nose, and high cheekbones. The glorious hair emerging from her scalp and spilling down her back is a golden blonde. Her body is a fine hourglass curve – great chest with a modest waist flaring out to generous hips and well-built thighs that just scream feminine fertility. She has just a little fat to fill out her body. The scent of female pheromones, smells foreign to ponies, suffuses him. He finds his body tensing in response. This woman before him is unbelievable – 21/10 gorgeous. Visions of long nights making love to this beautiful creature before him flash through his head. He shakes his head, remembering his bonds to Citrus and the rest of his herd, allowing the flash lust to cool a bit.

Though he boggles as she breathes and her very generous chest bobs before him. She clasps her hands behind her back and waves her chest back a forth. Tim takes a step back, swallowing. Her blond hair waves back and forth, and he can see that it reaches down to her waist. She looks down and giggles a bit as the long horn on her head lights, trimming her pubic hair rapidly to a mere landing strip. Though the definition of her sex is quite visible to him. He finds his eyes lingering down there, entranced. Wings spread out from her back as she stretches her arms above her head.

“H-H-H-Holy fuck!”

“I did practice it out of curiosity. You like?” She sees the bulge in his pants and laughs, then opens her lips to a disarmed smile, as if to apologize for arousing him so, forgetting how this foreigner would interpret the display.

Tim gulps again. “I do like. I am tempted to ask you to join us back at home.”

She giggles before running a finger along his cheek. “Oh, you will have your hands busy with one alicorn in heat along with the other three mares of your herd. After this season is done, we can discuss anything else. I’m not eager to be mounted by you, though I will confess to some curiosity. Your species favors fewer but longer copulations; after a few thousand years of frequent, fast ones, I would like to know what a prolonged coupling is like…” She stops, shaking her head with her long ears flicking back and forth. “Go, Tim, go to your herd, and show them the love you have for them. It is a rather difficult time for your mares right now. They need you.”

She turns quickly and walks away, her generous posterior waving gloriously back and forth as she walks. Tim watches for a moment before turning and walking towards the great courtyard and the exit towards his home.

He looks down at his tented pants. “You traitor.” He mutters. His manhood ignores his ire and continues straining to get through the fabric. He’s going to go home and fuck each and every one of his mares like he had envisioned fucking Celestia.

He felt in heat.

***

Tim takes a deep breath as the elevator rises slowly to the top floor of their apartment building. The trip back home had required fending off more mares who seemed so pitiful in their desperation than anything else. If he didn’t have a herd, he would have likely been whisked away more than once. Even with one, he was so turned on already he felt the urge to cave. As it was, mentioning herding with Citrus Blush had mollified the mares, though the pained look of desperation on their faces had certainly tugged at his heart strings. It seemed being in a herd with a known duelist had a protective effect. One or two mares had promised to approach Citrus in the next few days, though their promises seemed to ring hollow to him. As the doors open, he sticks his head out, and breathes a sigh of relief at the empty corridor. He darts down the corridor quickly and very nearly dives through the front door. Taking great pains to bolt the lock as he finally makes it home.

“Tim!” comes Citrus’ voice as he hears the clatter of her hooves before she lands on his chest. Reflexively he grabs her and hold s her. She’s back to her regular pony shape and she nuzzles his cheek fiercely. “So, how was your visit to the Princess?” She chews her lip for a moment. “I didn’t get a letter from her requesting your services, so what happened?”

“Nothing bad; but first, you, sex, me, now!” He grabs her and pulls her closer. He feels undeniably, irrepressibly male. His cock is bulging fit to burst. He fumbles at his crotch for a moment, unzipping the zipper and freeing an erection that hasn’t dropped a whit since leaving Canterlot Castle.

“Tim, so eager?” He’s kissing her neck already, nibbling and sucking a trail down to her chest. She hugs his head there while his second hand works to her nethers. The approach of heat, though it’s not her time yet, has made her practically ready with nearly no warmup. He doesn’t know if he can even restrain himself. His head is clouded with lust. He brings his hand up, coated in mare juices, and licks it. In his hazed state, it tastes delicious.

The mare moans, practically melting like butter in a hot frying pan. Her genitals are radiating heat. His fingers hook inside her and find her sensitive spots. She calls his name, tells him she wants him. She works free of his hug and drops his pants with a grin as she begins to suck his cock. Her skilled mouth makes him smile and he pets her mane, imploring her to go faster and deeper. She’s teasing him to insanity.

“Citrus, please, I need this.”

“Awww, no mood for a blowjob?”

“Not now, too horny, I want you between the legs.”

“Then fuck me; I’m still giving you that blowjob later, though – making you squirm while petting me never gets old.”

She leaps back into his arms and kisses him. He grabs her hips and slams her down shakily onto his cock. He’s balls deep in her, kissing her lips furiously. She writhes and moans into his mouth. He stumbles against the wall for support as he starts fucking her. He feels like an animal, fucking her like a beast. He digs in his nails, growling at her, bringing her body close to his. She’s kissing him back with tongue. It’s like she’s trying to eat his face. He’s drinking in her flavor, her scent, her texture. She’s hugging him fit to crack his ribs, but he doesn’t care. Every inch of him that can touch Citrus Blush is drinking up all of her he can get. He’s fucking her fit to make her scream, her juices running down his dick and onto his balls as they slap against her pert ass. He holds her close to his body. “I love you! I love you!” He moans over and over.

He can’t hold on. The pleasure, the intensity is too great. He’s feeling her trembling. He rams her awkwardly against the wall. She winces, but still coos at him to take her. The heat it having an effect. Her pussy feels wetter and hotter. Her legs are locked around his back to keep him inside. She bangs against the wall again. He’s clawing at her ass, grabbing her thighs to get even deeper into her soaking cunt. He feels like he’s about to explode.

Tim tries to say something, but she’s read it in his eyes already. She kisses his neck and sucks on it to leave her mark. Her hips wriggle and the pleasure sends him over the edge. He roars her name in a hoarse voice that hurts his throat, hilting in her as his cock twitches, sending ropes of cum flooding into his first mare, his wife. He’s being loud, yelling his climax for all to hear as he ruts his mate into oblivion. She thrashes and screams, joining him in heaven as his seed pumps into her. He thrusts through it, electricity engulfing his nerves and flashes dancing across his vision. Their mixed fluids leak out from her and fall to the floor and run down both their legs. He is ejaculating so profusely it hurts, but that only excites him more.

Tim falls, still cradling her. He pins her and kisses her, still moaning open mouthed into her with his pleasure. Her eyes are rolling back into her head, a high peal of pleasure escaping her lips, the shrill screeches making his ears ring. He holds her down by her throat, hilting slow with all the pressure he still has, his orgasm starting to fade.

They go limp, him still weakly pumping into her.

Tim hugs her tightly. “I needed that.” They make out like horny teenagers, not minding that Tim is still eighty percent clothed and there’s a growing mess on the floor. “Sorry, was I too rough? You wanted that, right? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

Citrus is barely conscious to croak out, “Little sore in my back, but… wowww… just… like well oh…. Woooooowwww, Tim, feel free to do that again whenever you want. I take it something got you all fired up?”

“Princess Celestia is insanely hot as a human.”

She cocks her head to the side. “She transformed in front of you?”

He nods, panting, trying to regain control of his breathing. “She also offered me, as she called it, safe haven during you girls’ heat. She even offered the services of two of her own harem to make up for me not being there.” He’s able to gulp.

She giggles. “She thinks two pony stallions are equal to you in bed?”

He tilts his head. “Apparently.”

That gets a tight hug from her. “I would think she would have to send six or seven stallions to make up for the loss of you, love.”

That gets his chest to puff out in pride a little bit. She leans forward and kisses him, time stops as their tongues meet and caress each other, lost in their own little world, before a throat clears near them. Tim looks over. “Twilight!”

“Well, it looks like you two already got started.” The purple mare says huskily, taking in the scene before her. She seems to come to a decision as she takes a running leap, her horn lighting and he finds himself sitting on the living room couch with Citrus and Twilight in his lap. Though surprisingly, his clothing didn’t make the trip. Twilight nuzzles Citrus for a moment, before claiming a kiss from Tim.

Finally, they part, both of them breathing heavily. Twilight immediately moves and nuzzles first his cheek, then the side of his neck. “You smell good.” She murmurs softly.

Tim looks at Citrus, who smiles. Then back at Twilight. “Are you?”

She shudders a bit before nodding. “I felt it come in after Citrus left the castle. I didn’t want to overwhelm you when you got home, so I used some assistance I had at the castle. But nothing is as good as the real thing, as you, love. Can we?”

“Well, it looks like he’s ready.” Citrus says softly, running her fetlock along his shaft. Getting a groan from him. Twilight grins as her horn lights again, and she shift herself to where she’s running her slit along his manhood. She grins as she gets in the right position then lowers herself onto him, biting her lower lip as she swiftly hilts inside him.

Tim groans as he feels how hot her marehood is, almost to the point of being uncomfortably hot. He runs his hands along the alicorn’s body. “So, heat means more than just being in season.”

Twilight nods, starting to bounce up and down on the human. She hooks her forelegs over his shoulders as she accelerates her pace.

Citrus backs up a step before leaning over and putting her head on Tim’s shoulder. “Yeah. Can you smell her?”

His nose flairs as he inhales. Twilight seems to be focused inward as she accelerates even more. “Wow, a bit more musky than usual.” He inhales again. “Smells amazing.”

Citrus licks his neck. “We are ponies, smells are very important to us. There is a real reason why perfume sells so well leading up to heat. The best potions actually enhance the natural smell of the mare wearing it. Strong enough, it’ll attract stallions from across the home, or even farther.”

Tim grunts a bit, reaching up and running his fingers along Twilight’s ear as the mare climaxes for the first time with him. When her orgasm hits, she hilts herself on him, moaning as her horn lights. Though instead of unfocused blobs of magic, streams and waves of intense magic expand from her horn, bathing him in energy. His eyes widen as he feels himself expand within her, though the effects of the magic spread throughout the living room, knocking down a lamp and having the magazines on the table flutter as the magic pulls Citrus closer to them. She giggles as he puts his arm around her and she embraces him back.

Twilight groans a bit, before resuming bouncing on him. Citrus nibbles on his ear. “Oh, I forgot to mention our magical expression during orgasm is a bit stronger than usual during heat. Might get pulled around a bit, nothing dangerous, though.”

Tim nods as he focuses on Twilight. Running his hands from her taut belly up to her chest. Everything in the room is disturbed once again as the alicorn peaks a second time, then a third. A change in the look on Twilight’s face gets him to run a finger along her cheek. “Something wrong, love?”

She pants, “Please, I need you to cum for me.”

Tim’s eyes widen. “I’m close, love.”

“Please, fuck me, let me feel your cum. Please!” Twilight pants.

Citrus smiles and nips his ear a bit harder. “Cum for her, show her your love, give her what she needs.”

Tim grabs Twilight’s waist, he’s so close, he slams her down onto him as he tips over the edge. His breathing stops as his orgasm hits, he can feel every twitch, every splash of his essence spurting into her. He pulls her close as he continues to ride out his orgasm. Twilight, on the other hoof, is moaning loudly as her horn lights even brighter than before. As before, everything in the room is dragged around, and Citrus is brought in to embrace both of them as they both float in the ecstasy of their respective climaxes.

Both the human and the alicorn relax as she falls onto his chest and Citrus slides in to join them. The yellow mare reaches up and brings the tip of Twilight’s ear into her mouth and bites. Getting a shudder from Twilight and a yelp from Tim.

Twilight looks up sheepishly. “Sorry, that was unexpected.” She directs a glance at Citrus, who lays there, looking pretty innocent.

Tim groans as he pulls Twilight off to free his manhood, then he pulls her back onto his chest. “Karen once sneezed while we were having sex, almost felt like she had pinched it off of me.” He chuckles, she grins with one ear on his chest, enjoying the sound of his voice in his chest. “That was even more intense, every part of you squeezed down on me.”

Citrus licks Twilight’s ear tip, then reaches up for a kiss. “Intense?” She purrs after pulling away, leaving him breathless.

Both the alicorn and the human nod, both of them gasping a bit to catch their breath. Citrus crawls down and gains her hooves on the floor. “You do know I want some action too, after that. I had to watch Cayenne and Silver, then I had to watch the two of you. Being respectful for the first mares in heat is one thing, being ignored is another.” Her horn lights and she darts forward, bring his flaccid length into her mouth. Twilight giggles as she brushes her tail along Citrus’ horn, getting the yellow mare to moan a bit. But she gets off of Tim and settles onto the couch.

“Citrus, after two of them that intense, I don’t think I can…” His eyes cross as she sucks hard on him, running her tongue along the edge of the head. In moments she releases him with an audible pop, then reaches up a fetlock to run along his renewed hardness.

“I’ll take that blowjob now. And as Silver’s told you, I told you, you are going to find with the pheromones us mares are dropping, you are going to get hard quickly, stay hard longer, and regenerate quicker. We don’t need those potions…” She smiles. “Yet. But you are going to enjoy the next week or so, love.” She bends down and engulfs his hardness with her warm mouth, obviously enjoying herself as she runs her tongue around his shaft and pays attention to the edge around the mushroom shaped head.

“For now, just hold on for dear life.”

Twilight stirs as Citrus is giving him a mind-blowing blowjob. She watches the other mare for a long time, idly running a fetlock along his chest. Then she turns and smiles at him before snuggling against his neck. She kisses the skin gently, running her tongue softly along his neck, moving slowly towards his ear. She brings the tip of the earlobe into her mouth enough to gently press with her teeth, enough to get a twitch and a moan from him. “Thank you, love.” She whispers into his ear. “I’ve been thinking about your cock all day. My cooler just wasn’t enough.”

She looks down. “Are you wanting him to cum in your mouth?”

Citrus looks up, a smile forming around the cock in her mouth as she sucks hard on his member. Tim groans loudly in response. Twilight grins as Citrus resumes in earnest. Tim leans back as he awkwardly moves his hips in rhythm with her movements, his breathing quickens as he feels his peak approaching. The girls love when he releases in their mouths, so he’s pretty much gotten over his aversion to it. Citrus rears up her forelegs to cradle his hips, letting him fuck her mouth. She moans around his hardness as he speeds up. He’s so close once again. She looks up once again into Twilight’s eyes as she uses her tongue again and sucks strongly, getting his breath to stutter as he reaches out his free hand onto her head. No chance of her pulling off as he groans his orgasm, pumping frantically into her mouth. Her lips writhe on him as he finally relaxes. She pulls off of him, white coating the inside of her mouth, and a big smile on her face.

Twilight darts forward, kissing Citrus strongly. Tim weakly holds his head up as he watches the two mares battle of the tongues. After a long time, they both pull away. Both smacking their lips appreciatively. Twilight runs her tongue along her lips. “Thanks for sharing that.” She murmurs.

Citrus grins and cocks her head to the side. “Glad to share.” She looks up at Tim. “Probably the last time I taste you for a while.” She leans closer. “We crave the release inside us in heat. but I like the way you taste.”

“Hey, did I miss the party?” come’s North’s voice. The gray mare trots into the living room. “I got Spike all bundled up in the second bedroom. I also cast a sound deadening spell around the room, so he doesn’t have to hear us all night.”

Twilight grins, “Good idea, I was tempted to send him back to the castle. But he was so insistent, making sure that we eat, that we get what we need outside the bedroom. I couldn’t force him to go. He’s been around enough cycles to know to keep clear, and still support us how he can.” She leans closer to Citrus. “And I think he found out a certain mare is in town, visiting her friend Fancy Pants. I think he’ll try to sneak out and talk to her. You do know what kind of crush he has on her.”

Tim nods. “I’ve heard.”

North pouts a bit. “First Cayenne, and now you two. What’s a mare got to do to get some cock around here?”

That gets both Citrus and Twilight’s ears to perk up. “North, you too?”

The gray mare shifts her hind legs a bit, her tail waving back and forth. “Spike mentioned I smelled different, so I hightailed it out of the bedroom. Just because he knows what is going on doesn’t mean he needs all the details.”

Twilight nuzzles Tim’s cheek. “You ready for another round, love? North is in need. Then you are gonna need to mount me again.”

Tim looks down, at the mere mention of mounting another mare he’s already half hard. “Again, already?”

North nods, again shifting her hind legs. “I can wait, if you aren’t ready again.” The reluctance in her voice has Tim gesturing for her to come to him. She slowly, hesitantly, steps forward, when she gets in range, he leans forward and picks the little mare off the ground and puts her on his chest, kissing her cheek quickly. “I’m up for anything you mares can dish out. You want to out here? Or upstairs?”

She bites her lower lip as she moves a little bit, trapping his manhood between his pelvis and her sex. He can feel how hot hers is, easily as hot as Twilights. She wiggles a bit, having his length slide along her slit. “I think upstairs would be most fun.” She murmurs, still sliding herself along his length. “Though if you delay any, I’ll probably jump you right here.” He can feel her wink against him, grinding her clit along his cock. He smiles and picks her up.

“Your wish is my command.” He says as he walks towards the stairs, the other two mares in tow.

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