"So, you just joined a herd! Congrats! Many frightful and wondrous days await you! Know that being in a herd is an arduous task, requiring much time, energy, and devotion, but the rewards it delivers are too numerous to count. Every herd is different, so there is no right or wrong way to run one, but there are some basic guidelines you can follow to make sure that yours runs as smoothly as possible. Just pay attention to these few (dozen) simple rules, and you and your herdmates will be laughing it up at the memories of your tumultuous and harrowing beginnings. Good luck, and may Celestia shine down on you and yours!”

The first thing I noted upon waking up was the lack of a warm body next to me. Odd as it may’ve seemed considering my previous lifestyle, it’d become second nature for me to be either wrapped around or held by another person. Without the sound of light coos or harsh snores and drifting, soft limbs, it almost felt… lonely.

Damn it, what had these girls done to me?

I put my hand on the spot where my missing bedmate should’ve been. Not even warm. She must’ve left before the sun had even risen. Not that me was surprised; she always was an early riser. Farm work tended to require such a studious work ethic. Hell, I was kinda amused by the fact that she’d been willing to spend the night in the first place. Normally whenever she expected she’d need an early start, she’d just spend some time with me and leave so as not to accidentally wake me from her stomping around.

Though I supposed that the drinking and subsequent cuddling weakened her resolve in that respect. I briefly rubbed my upper arm. Damn could that woman squeeze the ever-loving life out of me, especially when she got a bit tipsy. Though really, what did I expect from dating an amazon of a woman? I could barely remember a time I was the big spoon.

She also was the reason I was waking up this early in the first place. My eyes immediately shifted to my windows with the blinds fully open. My bedmate must’ve opened them as a trap to make sure I didn’t sleep in till afternoon. Having a southern-facing bedroom didn’t exactly help matters, either.

Ah well, in any case, I might as well get out of bed before I was accosted for wasting the day away by another nosy nag.

Stretching out my arms, I cracked them behind my back to properly get myself fully aroused. A satisfying ‘snap’ echoed in my ears as my joints slid achingly into place. I swung my lower body out of bed and slipped my feet into my slippers – fuzzy, pink bunny ones, of course. Miss Hyper wouldn’t let me have any other kind.

Actually, how much of my life had been ordained by others? I gave my bedroom a quick onceover.

The bed had changed from a single twin to grand king-sized, now taking up most the room, and had way too many ornately-stitched throw pillows strewn about it, half of which had tumbled off the mattress and created random piles on the floor. What had once been one set of drawers now turned into three, and only a few of the blasted drawers contained my own clothes, the remainder holding the spares of my significant others. My desk, once just a place to rest my computer, now had stacks upon stacks of papers and books – ranging from scientific theorems to recipes to accounting balances and more. A large calendar was pinned to the corkboard above the desk and was the absolute pinnacle of controlled chaos – dates circled, post-it notes stickied, and pins attached with string run all over.

And that didn’t even cover the other random shit all over my room – some chaps, loose feathers, ink stains, and… was that a pie with a face print in it? When had that even… Oh, right, the last mass date night.

Okay, yeah, I was whipped… bad.

I sighed. Well, what did I expect when I got into this relationship? Tired of dwelling on such a pointless endeavor, my brain demanded I stop being such a little whiney ass and go enjoy myself. But first, I had to wash up – I was feeling kinda scuzzy.

Walking into the adjoining bathroom, I was hit yet again with the clear changes to my lifestyle. Various bras and panties hung from the shower pole to carefully dry out, and I had to move another hanger full of them that was slung over the bathroom door to be able to reach the sink. I opened the medicine cabinet, pushing aside creams, pills, and way too many feminine products to grab the toothpaste, and swiped my brush from the communal holder – a dark green from a sea of white, purple, yellow, red, blue, and pink.

After finishing my morning ablutions, I noted that I was running low on several of the dozen different shampoos, conditioners, and body washes and mentally wrote down a running tally for when I shopped later in the week. Why did girls even need separate ones for washing anyway? A bar of soap was good enough and worked wonders for the whole body! None of this rinsing, lathering, resting, setting, and jazz.

I stifled a yawn that threatened to leave and scratched my stomach, which gave a rumbling in turn. Might as well get some breakfast. I was even hungry enough to eat the face pie sitting in the corner.

…okay, maybe not that hungry… yet. Besides, there was a little too much hair and fur in there for my liking. Maybe I’d try some when I got wasted later. Face pie was always a good treat then.

As I walked down the hall to the kitchen, my ears picked up the melodious sound of humming. There was no real meter to it, simply a lilting, tumbling swirl of softness and music. Whoever was humming had a great voice, high and clear. Though I really weren’t surprised by that; everyone who lived here could belt out stanzas like they’d lived their entire life on Broadway. In fact, I was certain that, until I’d arrived flailing like a jackass, the term ‘tone deaf’ didn’t even exist.

The strained smiles and smoking eardrums from that one time I’d tried karaoke would forever have a special place in the black, jagged lump of coal I called a heart.

Turning into the kitchen, I finally caught sight of the intruder. She was only a few inches shorter than me, her pastel pink hair reaching down to her waist. She was wearing a light mint green sundress, backless around the shoulder blades in her race’s usual fashion so that her wings could comfortably spread out behind her. A tail the same color as her hair poked out from the small of her back, swishing back and forth across her white stockinged legs to the beat of her rocking side-to-side hips. Even from behind I could tell that she filled the dress out nicely, her body’s healthily thick outline shown by the sun streaming through the window.

She hadn’t noticed my arrival, too caught up with washing the dishes in the sink. A good froth had worked up and bubbles were rising to the ceiling in response. One large one burst in her face with an audible pop and she sneezed cutely, her oversized ears folding back on top of her head for a moment.

And this was why I went ‘d’aw’ whenever I saw her. Despite the fact that she could face down a disgruntled dragon with nothing more than a disappointed look, I never would’ve thought so if I only witnessed her daily demeanor. Course, that made her all the more fun to tease, especially when she stared at me with those big teal eyes and rampant blush that rose from underneath her butter yellow fur, her wings spreading out in embarrassment and hooves nervously tapping on the ground…

Okay, so technically I was a furry-lover (the worst kind of shitposter on any forum), but really, if they took one look at her, any nonbeliever would be converted in an instant. In fact, I’d better go pay my dues right now…

I carefully tiptoed behind her, trying to be as quiet as possible. Luckily, my feet made virtually no sound on the linoleum floor. Compared to the other races, with their claws, cloven feet, scales, and the like, I was a natural-born ninja. And I took full advantage of that whenever I snuck up to surprise people.

Coming up right behind her, I swiftly wrapped my arms around her frame, trapping her arms and wings between I two. She gave a small neigh of surprise and stiffened, her wings fluttering wildly, before I settled my chin in the crook of her neck and whispered, “Morning, Flutters.”

Hearing my voice, the pegasus immediately calmed down. Her wings tucked in between each other, allowing me to pull her closer. One of her hands, wet and soapy, turned up to hold my own. “Oh, um, morning.” Her voice was as light as air and as gentle as the namesake of her cutie mark. “I, um, didn’t expect you to be up so early.”

“Applebutt left a trap for me. Stupid sun woke me up, got right in my eyes.”

She shifted her muzzle towards me, her lips pursing. “That’s not very nice. I’m sure she just didn’t want you to waste the day away.”

“That was exactly what I’d planned on doing. Alas, I suppose I’ll just have to actually be productive today.”

Fluttershy giggled, her voice like a tinkling bell. She tried to shift around to face me but I only tightened my hold. I could feel her tail wrap itself around my bare leg, tapping lightly at me. I responded by moving my arms so they no longer held down hers, instead keeping them around her stomach. No longer bound, she returned to washing the dishes and began to rock her hips again. Liking the feeling of her against me, I mirrored her movements, the two of us ending up in a sort of stationary, swaying dance.

“So, what, ah!” She gasped momentarily when I rubbed my nose against the soft, downy fur of her neck, the tip catching slightly on the velvet encircling her. Regaining her nerve, she continued. “W-what did you have planned today?”

“The usual. Random odd jobs around the town. Think the Cakes needed a temporary babysitter while they and Pinkie make a delivery to Hollow Shades. Should be fine as long as the little hellions don’t get in the frosting supply again. Damn but was that a mess the last time.”

“Aww, but they like you!”

I snorted. “They like me because I let them watch cartoons until their brains melt out their ears. Also, because I have so much crap around here it doesn’t matter if they trash some of it.” I looked away at the gooey look Fluttershy gave me. Damn it, woman, stop reading into things! She was too good at that! Distracting her with another brush down her neck, I went on. “Then I think Sparky had some more tests to run.”

She pushed a lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face back. “Test or… ‘test?’” Her tail tightened possessively for a moment.

“With her, is there really a difference anymore?” Not that I was complaining. When the purple spaz was in a frisky mood, her experiments on ‘human/pony cross-socializing’ were some of the best things ever. I always had a fun time, even though I was usually left spongy and bruised afterward. “So,” I cut her off before she could say anything. “What are you doing here? Don’t you usually have morning rounds ‘round this time?”

She suddenly got shy. “Oh, um, well, um…”

I kissed her right below her jawline, eliciting a subdued squeak. “Calm down, Flutters. It’s just a question.”

“Well…” She stopped her rocking and began poking her fingers together. “I got up even earlier so I could complete my rounds quicker and come over. I was hoping that we could have breakfast together.”

I perked up and looked around. “Wait, I actually have food right now? Last time I checked, it was a box of baking soda and… I think a jar of pickles?” Honestly, I wasn’t sure. Pickles, formaldehyde remains of one of Twilight’s trial runs, could go either way. I needed to make a grocery run stat.

“It’s some of Pinkie’s leftovers. They’re reheating up in the oven right now,” Fluttershy said. She pointed at the appliance, and I could make out the vague scent of baked goods emanating from it.

Well, that was a nice set of plans. But it didn’t explain why she would be nervous about it. We had meals together, just the two of us, all the time. Why would she… Oho.

I pulled her closer and placed my mouth right next to her ear. She shivered at the hot puffs I blew into it. “Is that all…?”

“…well, I-uh, thought that maybe, we could also… um…” She ducked her head and lowered her voice to just above a whisper. “…maybe cuddle a bit…”

I could feel her body heat rise and form tense up at the mention. Oh Fluttershy – sweet, sweet, innocent, charming, needy, sexy Fluttershy. With her wide hips, generous bust, thick thighs, and angelic face, she was perfect for ‘cuddling.’

I was going to snuggle the fuck out of her.

“Oh, really?” My tone took on a teasing nature. She gasped as I pushed my crotch firmly against her plush ass, my morning wood comfortably nestling in her crack and bumping against her dock. With thoughts of what would come, it grew and hardened further. “And have you been a good girl?”

Fluttershy whimpered softly, skootching backwards so she could mold her back to my front. She breathed my name, the word scratchy and barely audible. “Y-yes, I’ve been a very good girl.”

“Are you sure…?” I crooned. Both of my hands dipped down to her thighs, barely touching her legs as I raised it back to pull up her dress. She did nothing to stop me, her hands gripping the kitchen sink hard enough that could see the skin under her fur lighten with stress.

My hands traveled upward, painfully slow. They skimmed across her bare thigh, her cotton panties, and landed squarely on her infinitely soft and somewhat chubby tummy. There, I splayed my fingers out, drumming the tips ever so lightly on her fur.

“Yes!” she squeaked. “I’ve been a very, very good girl! Please…!”

“Now, Flutters.” I gave one last tap before stilling my hands. She whimpered again. I laughed huskily, moving my lips to the tips of her ear. One finger slipped over to caress her belly button. She shuddered. I just smiled. “When it’s just the two of us, you know what to call me. No one else to hear you…” Taking her ear in, I gently bit down. “Right?”

She squirmed in my grasp, her thighs rubbing together as I stood perfectly still. “P-please, m-master. Ah!” She cried when I bit down harder, rolling her skin between my teeth. “I’ve been a good girl. Please treat me well.”

“Good girl…” I breathed. I slid into honeyed, decadent motion.

Fluttershy squeaked as my hands moved over her – rubbing lazy circles around her stomach, putting a tender pressure on her as my nails grazed her flesh.

Fluttershy laughed gaily as the stomach rubbings soon gained more of a tickling feel. “Yay! More, master!” Her eyes closed as her face became loose. “More!” She shuddered as I nibbled down her ear.

“Who’s a good girl? Who’s a good pony?” I cooed. My voice turned more playful as I continued with my little filly’s belly rubs, nibbling her ears that twitched in giddiness.

“I am! I’m a good girl!” she giggled. Fluttershy mewled, suddenly twisting around and shoving her muzzle into the crook of my neck, nuzzling me fiercely. I responded by removing one hand and scratching her behind her ear, getting a happy squeak in turn.

“That’s right! Flutters is a good girl! Sweet girl, gentle Flutters. Master loves you so much!”

“Please, praise me more, master!”

“Flutters is cute and sweet and gentle and kind. She’s always such a joy to be around.” I squeezed her tighter, running my hand down her silky locks, the other playing with the fine hairs of her tail. “Everyone loves being around you. Master is so proud of you.”

“Yes, more! Praise Flutters more!” She wiggled around, trying to nuzzle as much as she could into my embrace. “Ah~!” Her sweet cry echoed through the kitchen when I switched from one ear to the other.

I removed my scritching hand to her disappointment, and she grabbed it to try and place it back on her head. I stopped her with a finger waggle. Fluttershy bit her lips, looking at me from behind a few stray hairs that now fanned her face. Simply smiling, I leaned forward, putting more of my weight on her. “Master loves it when his girl is being good. And you know what good girls get?”

She tapped her fingers together slowly. She looked at me, her eyes hopeful. “Do they get kisses?”

I grinned wildly and planted a big, fat one of her cheek. “Yup!”

“Yay!” Fluttershy giggled and squirmed happily in my grasp, my hands going back to belly rubs and holding her still as I peppered both her cheeks and up and down the sides of her neck with light kisses. Her wings spread out as I continued my frenzied display of affection. I could feel them trembling as I held the affectionate pegasus down, the cutie letting out small whinnies and chirps when I kissed a particularly tender spot.

It was adorable how Fluttershy loved to be spoiled when it was just the two of us. Compared to the other girls, she always demanded the most of my attention when she thought she could get away with it and didn’t have to share me. I supposed it made sense. She always spent a lot of time alongside different injured and sick animals, showering them with care and love. There were times she spread herself so thin that she made herself sick unless someone basically trussed her up. It only made sense that she wanted the same kind of treatment occasionally.

Well, with me, it was more than occasionally. Try every day we spent time together. The times she just fell asleep in my lap after a good rubbing and left me a little… unfulfilled was more than I could count, but seeing the simple joy on her face made it all the worthwhile.

But now, now she was trapped in my evil grasp and wouldn’t be able to escape my nefarious plans. I had the little filly right where I wanted her. I’d give a villainous laugh but last time I tried the poor girl had literally fainted.

Really Fluttershy, sometimes she was just too timid.

My hands left her body, suddenly stopping in their affection. “Noo…” she cried pitifully but stopped and squeaked as my firmly took grasp of her hips, fingers rubbing over her cutie mark. Her breathing quickened. “Master?”

“Flutter~shy…” She squeaked again. I almost never used her full name unless I was planning something.

“Yes?”

“Fluttershy is a good filly, right?”

“Of course!” She gasped as I moved one hand to cup her breast while the other covered her maidenhood. I gently rubbed at both parts, savoring the shivering that ran through her body like electricity. She moaned softly, a hitching peep to it. I caught her chin and lifted it up, forcing her to look me in the eye. “M-master?”

“And good fillies do what they’re told, right?” I rubbed under her chin. She sighed softly then gave a small mixed chirp-and-shuddering-whinny when I lowered my finger to hook it into the small ring attached to the front of her choker.

“…yes.” She knew where this was leading if the clouded look in her eyes meant anything.

I gently pulled her forward, my other hand going to pull her closer till I could literally feel her heat down below. “Well, master has a little problem.”

She giggled. “Little?” She rolled her hips hesitantly, and I groaned softly at the achingly frustrating sensation. She went still at the sound. “Master?” Her tone was concerned. I don’t think she herself was expecting to tease back and probably thought she’d done something wrong.

She hadn’t, but it was taking every ounce of whatever self-control I barely had not to just throw her onto the table and take her luscious body then and there. Fluttershy had always been the most unsure of my lovers, and it had taken a great deal of time to convince her that I not only loved her physically but also how to show that love and lust together.

Fluttershy was… well, she was not pretty by pegasus standards. She was too big for one thing, closer to earth ponies in frame with a little too much ‘chub’ on her. Apparently, the smaller a pegasus was, the more physically attractive they were. Flat and streamlined was the paragon; made sense for a race that boasted speed and agility.

(Of course, that was absolute bullshit. What ‘ugly’ girl had a short stint as a national fashion model?)

Unfortunately, this long-standing ‘stigma’ did wonders for her self-esteem. Already introverted to the extreme, it only compounded her self-image issues. It had taken a while to bash through her self-imposed walls on sexuality, but if there was one thing I was good at, it was smashing forward without thought or care. Fluttershy sure appreciated my candidness.

“M-master, are you alright?” When I didn’t respond, she’d placed her hands on my chest and was now looking at me with loving concern. My eyes slid down to her lips, full and moist. “Nem- mmph!”

I shut her up with a kiss, yanking gently on her choker. Fluttershy blinked rapidly and then closed her eyes, her arms sliding up around my neck. We leaned into each other, heads tilting to get better access. My tongue darted across her lips, and she opened her mouth to allow me in.

Pony mouths were different from humans’. Longer tongues for one. The things they could do with them… Also, they didn’t have any sharp or narrow teeth whatsoever. All flat and wide, molars from front to back. And boy did they have a lot of them what with the protruding muzzles. A bit interesting to get used to but no worse from the norm.

The two of us played with each other’s tongue for a while. She mewled when a wandering hand of mine snuck to the base of her wings and pulled on a secondary feather, not enough to hurt but enough to get a rise. She tried to lean back from me, but I followed and captured her lips again. Trapped between me and sink, she couldn’t do anything but let me play with her body. I took full advantage, running my hands all about her wings, twinging and pulling, stroking and scratching.

Her moans and wing spasms only served to egg me on further. Eventually, I could feel she wasn’t putting as much effort into kissing me back and pulled away. A long string of spit stretched out between our mouths and some drool fell from hers. I pulled my shirt up to wipe away the corner of her mouth.

Fluttershy panted softly. “That was mean.” She sounded out of breath and a little hurt.

I leaned forward and kissed her between her eyes. “I’m sorry.” Okay, that was such bullshit, but she was just too cute when submissive. “Guess I just couldn’t hold myself back.”

“Well…” She looked down, her hands finding something to do by fiddling with the bottom hem of my shirt. “I guess I was a little naughty, too, playing with you like that.” She gazed back up at me, her eyes slightly hidden by the curtain of her hair. “And naughty fillies get punished, right?” I could hear the lilt in her voice and it was easily magnified by the rosy flush of her cheeks, piercing me right through my heart.

I kissed her again, gentler this time. She giggled. “No, not my sweet Flutters. She’s never naughty.”

She puffed out her cheeks and put a hand to my chest. “I can be naughty sometimes.”

“Oh really…?” I grinned lecherously. Pinching her bottom, I said, “And what’s that like?”

She stared, trying to gather her courage. After a short bit, she blew out her cheeks and rested her head on my chest. “Okay, so maybe I’m still just learning to be naughty.”

“And who’s teaching you? Rares again? Because she’s the queen of naughty. Especially when I do this.” I placed both of my hands on her shapely ass and squeezed, getting as much of a handful as I could while also spreading her cheeks apart. Fluttershy had a great ass, and I loved to play with it whenever she was in the mood. Soft and pliant while firm enough to get a good grip, and the thin layer of fur made it feel like I was grabbing a cloud.

Fluttershy moaned and rubbed her muzzle into my chest, breathing rapidly. She held her breath when I slipped a couple fingers underneath her panties to touch her skin directly, scratching at her with my nails in lazy circles. She shuddered, just like she always did when I used my fearsome ’claws’ on her. “B-but what about breakfast?” Her pleas were not very effective when she had a death grip on my boxers’ waistline.

“We can make it in bed later,” I growled deeply, biting her ear. “Right now, I want some Shy pie.”

Fluttershy raised her head, looking deeply into my eyes with her sapphire-like ones. “Will you give me cuddles, too?”

“I am going to cuddle you so hard.”

That was enough for her. She leapt up onto me, grabbing I by the back of my head and engulfing my mouth. Her fingers scrabbled on my skull, pulling at my hair as she tried to devour me, nibbling and biting my lips, with a fierce meekness that turned me on to no end. I got a better grasp on her rear and pulled her closer, fingers sinking into her. With a grunt, I lifted her up, her legs hooking around my waist.

The two of us kissed each other with reckless abandon as I deposited her on the edge of the sink. She let out an eek and stopped kissing me when her tail fell into the water, and I took the opening to move my mouth to her throat, sucking as hard as I could at the small spot where her choker left room. Trailing kisses and love bites down, I made my way to the valley of her breasts.

Her sun dress was low cut, showing more cleavage on the shy pony than I was used to seeing. Obviously, she was either trying to be more outgoing with her fashion style or simply trying to seduce me. Or both. I liked both.

I nuzzled my nose into her chest fluff and got a giggle out of her when I lightly sneezed. Honestly, this was one of the things I like the most about having a pony girlfriend – the chest fluff. It was just awesome to bury my face in – so fuzzy and soft and ticklish.

I wondered briefly why this far down I wasn’t scratching my nose on her bra but I tossed the idea aside. Fluttershy going without support? Her back would be killing her!

I took a deep whiff of Fluttershy’s scent. She smelled of the sun and flowers, and there was also the slight sickly-sweet smell of manure. I didn’t mind that; it all made up the lovely mare that I was motorboating with passion.

Fluttershy didn’t seem as content, maybe embarrassed by the idea that she smelled like the wildlife she always looked after. “I’m… I’m sorry,” she squeaked. “I probably don’t smell too good. I did take a bath before I came, but I probably still smell b- eek!”

I cut off her self-deprecation with another firm squeeze of her rear and burying my face deeper into her cleavage. I looked up at her, only the top half of my face visible. “Does it look like I mind?” I muttered wryly, my voice slightly muffled.

“Well… no, but- mhm!” Again, I silenced her, this time by nipping at the side of her boob.

I leaned up and planted a light kiss on her lips. “Shut up and let me spoil you. If you really think that you smell, we can take a bath together after.” I leered. “I’ll clean you thoroughly.”

She stared at me, her chest heaving. Then she grabbed my head and shoved me even deeper into her breasts. It was almost enough to cause me trouble breathing. I wouldn’t have minded, though. Death by boobs smothering would be an awesome way to go.

I kissed her, licking the sweat from her excitement. Twirling my tongue, I trailed up her chest towards her nipple. She let me, breathing and nickering harder, her eyes lidded with love as she watched my every movement. I kept eye contact as I placed small kiss after kiss, each one leading closer to my goal. I could clearly see it, her arousal causing it to stiffen and poke out from the thin fabric.

Yup, it was official. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Damn it, this rocked.

“Ah, yes!” she breathed heavily. “Please.” She spoke my name like it was a mantra. Her wings fluttered outward with each repetition. “More… Almost there! Master, master, my master, only my master, only my Ne- Rainbow!” Wait, what?

With a splash, Fluttershy fell backwards into the sink, soaking her bottom, and covered her chest with her arms. I spun around to target the intruder.

She wasn’t trying to hide her invasion. A cyan-furred pegasus with a multi-colored pixie-cut mane stood at the entrance to the kitchen, her back against the doorframe. Her hands were busy pleasuring herself, one dipping down into her hip-hugging denim pants while the other groped at her nearly non-existent boobs, her shirt pushed up and held by her teeth. She had clearly been there long enough to work up a nice sweat and was blushing brilliantly.

I gritted my teeth. While it was really hard to ignore the sporty mare masturbating in front of me, she had interrupted a rather nice session with Fluttershy. Hormones caused by a hot girl could only distract me so much! Especially when it’d stopped me from having sex with a girl that was just as hot!

“Damn it, Rainbow!”

She spat her shirt out but continued playing with herself. “What? Don’t stop on my account. It was just getting to the good part!”

I heard Fluttershy climb out of the sink and hop behind me, using me as a barrier. I could feel her trembling, her hands gripping at my shirt. I sighed. “That’s a no. Fun's over for now.”

“Aww… too bad.” Rainbow finally removed her hands from her goodies. I ignored the moisture that indicated her arousal dripping from one. “I was really enjoying watching you rev Fluttershy up. She’s still so stiff around me and the others.” She snickered and put a hand to her mouth. “Looks like you’re still the only one who can get her wet like that.”

Fluttershy squeaked. I took a quick glance around and saw the double entendre immediately. The yellow pegasus’s bottom half was completely soaked with soapy water, her pink panties clearly showing through the wet cotton plastered to her hips and legs. I turned back to Rainbow with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, maybe if we didn’t have a voyeur peeping on us I could’ve gotten her wet a different way.” I received a light pounding on my back for that lewd remark, Fluttershy’s fists raining mildly on me while she no doubt bore a cross look.

“Ha! Good one, big guy.” Rainbow blinked and tilted her head. She sniffed the air, her muzzle making the gesture look exaggerated. “Say, you smell something burning?”

“Oh no!” Fluttershy cried. She pushed away from me and ran over to the oven, slipping on a pair of mitts before opening it. A few plumes of smoke poured out from the heating device. She moaned. “Oh dear… I kept it in for too long. Now it’s burnt.”

She’d seemingly forgotten that her lower half was more or less bare to the world, and it was a beautiful sight to behold. Bent over, her knees somewhat crooked, it was like looking at a glorious star rising over the horizon, a splash of pink on a rounded heart of yellow.

To misappropriate a quote both here and back home – Praise the Sun!

I caught Rainbow also staring at the wondrous sight. She snuck a look at me and gave a thumbs up, mouthing the word, ‘nice.’ I gave a proud nod and thumbs back as the two of us watched Fluttershy fret over the food while still giving quite the pleasant show.

After pulling out the food, a pie that was no doubt three parts fruit, two parts deliciousness, four parts love, and ten parts death by sugar, Fluttershy placed it down on top of the stove. “I’m sorry,” she started. “I wasn’t paying attention and… eep?” At this point, she realized she was partially flashing the two of us and we were enjoying the hell out of it. She blushed madly and then made a dash for my room at top speed.

Rainbow whistled in appreciation. “Dang, almost as fast as me there.” The chuckle in her tone told me otherwise.

“Really?” I said skeptically.

“Hey, I said almost!”

A mischievous look overtook her face at my flat stare. The blue mare sauntered over to me, giving an extra oomph to her sway. On someone her size, it was almost cute instead of sultry. Not even close to five feet tall, Rainbow was a firebrand in a tight, little package. Unlike Fluttershy, she was a good example of pegasus beauty – all sleek lines and snug curves. She didn’t have a chest to speak of since most of her frame was muscle except from her thin natural layer of fat, but she did have a taut butt that just begged to be slapped. Too bad her tomboyish and prideful demeanor tended to scare stallions off unless they were ready to fight her for that booty.

Which I did. And damn was that battle worth fighting for

She took a quick jump up. Her wings gave a weak flap, enough for her to get on eye level with me, and then she attached herself to me like a barnacle, legs and arms hooked on. She smooshed her lips to mine, briefly clinking the both of our teeth together from the extreme force. She leaned back. “You taste just like her, by the way.”

“Uh huh.” As hot as it was to hear about my marefriends knowing exactly how each other tasted, through ways both had demonstrated recently, I had other things to discuss. Like why she was in my house to begin with. I placed one hand underneath her bottom to hold her (hardly needed because she weighed next to nothing) and another on her back between her wings to keep her stabilized. “So,” I breathed, getting a good squeeze in on both ends. Rainbow grinned toothily at my not-at-all covert groping. “Any reason you had to go and interrupt my Flutters nookie-time, Skittles?”

“Looks like I just had the same idea as her,” she shrugged. She rubbed her crotch against me. “Thought maybe I could get a quickie in before work. You know, some morning stretches?” She wiggled her eyebrows and puckered her lips.

I snorted. Dash was an aggressive minx. She was especially liberal when it came to intimacy, which was particularly funny since she had been a virgin when we first met and it had taken a while to get her to open up, almost as most as Fluttershy. Once those floodgates had opened though… woof! Most likely had to do with her competitive nature; had to catch up and outrun the others who'd started early.

I grinned back and bonked my forehead against hers. “Oh really?” My groping intensified, causing her breathing to become heavier, whinnies starting to trickle in. “Think you can handle my stretches?”

She rubbed her hooves on my ass and licked my nose. “Please,” she scoffed. “I’ve seen how you bend.” She leaned forward and whispered in that raspy tone that drove me wild. “I bend better. Now..."

She hopped down from my carry, her hands grabbing mine and moving them to her pants. She fit my fingers over the button and winked. "What say you get me out of these pants and into something more comfy? Mine are looking good right now."

I had already unbuttoned her fly and started shimmying off her pants before the logic center of my brain kicked into gear and blared warning signals of my dumbassery. Damn you, hormones! Fluttershy was still in the house with me, and I doubted she would appreciate me losing myself to Rainbow in the throes of lust and passion while she watched.

As hot as that would be, I had to keep reminding myself that Fluttershy was still not comfortable with sharing. She didn't mind being intimate when it was just her and one other person - hormones stop imagining Fluttershy and ones of the others in sweaty, dirty play! - but her innate shyness did not deal with groups.

I screwed my eyes shut and forced myself to be still. "Wait, Dash, just wait."

"What's up?" My eyes opened only to see her removing her shirt. She, of course, had no bra on. Her delicious flatness had no need for one.

"We can't do this right now."

She dropped her shirt then looked down, snickered, and playfully flicked my arousal. "Not doing a real good job of convincing me, big guy." I groaned at her touch. Her voice grew husky. "Also, you still haven't let go of my ass."

Hands! Why they betray me? I shook my head - but didn't release my hands, damn them and damn Rainbow's fine, fine butt - and said, "Look, I'm not very smart when it comes to relationships, especially the kind we have now, but even I know not to bang a girl right after getting hot and heavy with another just minutes earlier."

"What, Fluttershy?" Rainbow looked at me in surprise. "You think this would bother her?"

"Wouldn't it?" I asked uncertainly.

"I dunno, why don't you ask her?"

Wait, what? I looked up to see Fluttershy peeking at the two of me from around the doorframe. She had changed into new clothes, a light sweater and skirt. Half her face was hidden by her hair, a tic I knew meant she was either bothered or wanted to hide something. I stumbled over my words as I tried to find something to say.

"Um, Fluttershy, this is- I mean-"

"Still got a grip on my ass," Rainbow laughed softly.

I immediately let go, raised my hand to make some heartfelt and clever speech that would wash away any problems caused by my unintentional stupidity and horniness... annnd utterly failed to come up with anything remotely acceptable. I instead just scratched at my nose and hung my head in apology.

"Sorry, Flutters, I fucked up."

Fluttershy said nothing for a few moments. She stood up to her full height and walked over to me, staring at me with her one visible eye. I could see her weighing my soul, seeing if I was worthy of being forgiven, and measuring for the fire.

Then she leaned up and kissed me. "You owe me lots of belly rubs," she whispered petulantly.

As I sighed in relief, Rainbow cracked a wide grin and linked her hands behind her head. "Ain't that great? She forgave you."

Fluttershy turned towards her and blew out her cheeks. "I'm still angry at you, Rainbow Dash. You interrupted my cuddle time with him."

"Sorry, sorry," she said, holding her hands out in a placating motion. "You guys were just getting so freaky with each other I couldn't help but get swept along. Don't worry, you got first dibs for here and next time. That good enough?"

Fluttershy pushed her mane back. "Promise?"

Rainbow stood up on her tiptoes and kissed the taller pegasus on the lips. "Promise."

Despite the fact that the two were rationing out my jubblies like they were a piece of meat, I couldn't help but find the sight of the two kissing and making up adorable. The whole idea of sharing was odd to my race's traditionally monogamous lifestyle, but seeing these two together work out how to spread love was heart-melting.

Then something else hardened when Rainbow deepened her kiss with Fluttershy briefly and got a good handful of her boobs. Fluttershy moaned instinctively but then squeaked and pulled away.

"Rainbow!"

"Yup, you taste just like big guy, too. How deep were you exploring each other throats?"

"That's not appropriate to- mmph!"

"And seriously, Shy, where did you get these?" Rainbow had grabbed both the yellow mare's breasts and was now groping them for all their worth. "Is there, like, some all boob diet I need to know about? Got some earth pony in your family? Normally I wouldn't care, but the big guy really seemed to like playing with them." She looked enough to the side to mutter something but refused to let go or stop mauling Fluttershy. "Maybe I should get the egghead to look up some spell. See what the big deal is..."

"Ah! Rainbow, not there! Mhm!"

Rainbow snapped her attention back to Fluttershy. The larger pegasus was squirming in the blue mare's grasp, her eyes screwed shut and mouth switching between panting wide-open and bitingly closed. Rainbow's eyes glazed over for a moment before a lecherous grin spread across her face.

"Oh, yeah. Where then, Shy?" She lifted the other girl's chest up and squeezed it together. "Here? Or how about..." Her fingers moved towards her nipples, making a pinching gesture.

"That's enough," I interrupted, thwacking her on the back of the head. She yelped and let go of Fluttershy to rub at the spot I hit. It was hard enough being cockblocked twice in a row, I didn't need to watch the same two mares get into a hot Sapphic groping contest. I would've jumped in earlier but I was… preoccupied. Sure, go with that. “You have to treat girls gentler, Dash.”

“Then how come you hit me?” she whined, though I could tell there wasn’t any vitriol in her tone.

“I’ll treat you like a girl when you start acting like one.”

She huffed and rolled her eyes. Rainbow turned back to Fluttershy. “Sorry, again, Shy. Guess I’m still a bit too wound up.”

Fluttershy took a deep breath and shook her head. “It’s… it’s okay.” She was still blushing madly and refused to make eye contact with either one of me.

Rainbow held out her arms. “Hugs?”

She smiled. “Yes, hugs.” She gathered Rainbow into her arms, the much shorter girl inadvertently getting her face stuck in Fluttershy’s pillowy bosom. The two were quiet for moment before Fluttershy squeaked. “Rainbow!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Rainbow laughed, sticking her tongue out. I sighed at the blue hands on Fluttershy’s rear. Just how heated was the pint-sized pegasus? “But you know…” Rainbow looked at me out of the corner of her eyes, her cheek resting on Fluttershy’s chest. “I think I have a solution we can all be happy with.”

“I swear, if it’s a race to claim Flutters’ affection I am kicking you out right now.”

“That does sound fun, but I have something better planned.” Her hands spread out on Fluttershy’s rear, not quite grabbing but not quite letting go either. “Why don’t we all do it together? That way, I get my itch scratched, Fluttershy gets her cuddles, and the big guy doesn’t explode from repressed lust. Plus, we all get some good exercise!”

I could actually see the steam shoot off Fluttershy’s head as her entire face, shoulders, and upper chest burst into crimson at the proposition. I was similarly poleaxed but not for the reasons most would think. This was not the first time Rainbow had suggested a threesome and not the first time I’d be part of one (a delightfully common occurrence since I’d gotten together with these mares), but it would be the first time Fluttershy would be involved. I really didn’t know how the innately shy mare would react, but I didn’t feel like it would be all too good.

“Listen, Dash,” I started. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Just hear me out.” Rainbow winked at me. She turned to Fluttershy and gave a brief squeeze. The mare jumped but refocused on her. “Hey, Shy, ya love me, right?” Without even a hint of hesitation, Fluttershy rapidly nodded. Rainbow grinned widely. “And ya love him, right?” Again, a quick nod. “So why don’t we all have fun together?”

“Dash, she doesn’t-“

“Shh!” She switched back to Fluttershy. “Hey, Shy, I know you’re nervous, but trust me, it’s really great to be able to do it with more than one person. I’ve done it with him and the others plenty of times before, and, well, maybe it was a bit awkward at first and we didn’t really know what we were doing…“

“Not really helping your case, Dash…”

“But in the end, it ended up being some of my best memories. Besides…” She nestled her head into that glorious cleavage. “I know you love to listen whenever we share our stories with each other. Don’t think I don’t notice you jotting down stuff for later.”

Wait, they traded notes? …I wasn’t sure whether I should’ve felt intrigued or concerned. Or both. Yeah, probably both.

Rainbow looked up, the corners of her mouth quirked into her patented smirk but also something… softer. “So? What do you say? Want to get back on that monkey?”

Fluttershy said nothing. I sighed. I figured it would result in this. No way would sweet, delicate Fluttershy be into something as dirty and profane as-

“Okay.”

Huh.

She looked up, still madly scarlet and with a few tears in her eyes, but there was a steel in her expression that brooked no argument. “It does sound a little scary, but I can’t say I’m not interested. And if it’s with Rainbow and you, I don’t think I’d mind…” She looked down, suddenly flustered. “It. The threesome, I mean.”

I just stood there slack jawed. Fluttershy… and Rainbow… together… at the same time? Just what glorious god had I pleased and where could I find them. I needed to heap more sacrifices upon their pyre for whatever black magic or divine providence just occurred.

Rainbow was much more proactive. “Then let’s see what’s under this wrapping!” There was a small, metallic clink as she undid a latch, and Fluttershy’s skirt fell to the floor. “…Huh, didn’t think you were that brazen in your fashion, Shy. I like it though!”

Fluttershy blushed harder, if that was even possible. “Rarity said it was my battle wear. I, um, was really hoping I could show it to mister after you left. …I guess I’m still showing it to him now, huh?”

What Fluttershy was wearing underneath could hardly constitute as underwear. It was made of frilled lace, a deep maroon that complimented her tail and mane color but contrasted her fur, and consisted of not nearly enough material. It barely hid her marehood and framed her wondrous cheeks for all to see.

I needed to get Rarity a gift for such a gift. Like, all the gems.

“I think he likes it,” Rainbow chuckled. “So, big guy…” She took hold of Fluttershy’s butt and gave it a light slap. Fluttershy bit back a squeak and responded by pulling the blue mare closer, her hands on her wings. The two looked at me with love, passion, and a multitude of other emotions that made various parts of me tingle.

“Ready to breed your mares?”

Rut both a smoking shorty in nothing but her panties and a busty beauty in her victory garments at the same time until they squealed for mercy?

If I could literally explode my clothes off my body, there would already be shreds of fabric floating around the room. Instead, I settled for tossing Fluttershy over my shoulder, grabbing Rainbow under the crook of my arm, and bolting for my bed.

“I, um, think that’s a yes.”

As an avatar of chaos once said, love is a grand and multi-tentacled thing.

I eventually rose from my daze when I heard shuffling off to my right. I tried to get up to find out what it was, but I was stopped by a weight on my left shoulder. Looking down, I saw that it was Fluttershy wrapped around me, still caught in the grasp of slumber. A few strands of hair fell across her muzzle and nose, and she sniffed when they tickled her. I brushed them to the side, and she mumbled pleasant nothings as she got a better grip on my arm and sunk it further into the valley of her chest, her leg trapping mine to the bed.

Seeing that me wasn’t going to be moving anytime soon, I tried once again to discover just who it was that woke me. I quickly found Rainbow hopping around on the other side of the bed, trying to slide her panties back on one leg at time. Jumping on one leg, she caught me staring at her. She blushed.

“Oh, um, hey,” she muttered softly. “Didn’t think you’d wake up so soon.”

“Leaving already?” I whispered back. Fluttershy mumbled in her sleep again and let go of my arm, turning over to face away. I pulled myself up slightly onto my elbows to get a better view.

“Yeah, told you it was just a quickie.” She smiled awkwardly and managed to get both legs through and pulled her panties up. “Ok, maybe more than just a quickie. Now help me find my clothes.”

“You threw them all over my kitchen, remember?”

“Oh, yeah, right,” she chuckled. She turned to walk away, but I took the opportunity to hook a finger into her waistband. She looked over her shoulder, her face annoyed. “C’mon, dude, I need to go to work.”

“Come here,” I intoned, yanking her gently towards me. She sighed and let me drag her forward. I raised my chin, and she followed and bent down, allowing me to plant a soft but full kiss on her.

“But work…” she whined through the kiss, though she did nothing to stop me, even when I placed a hand on her butt and pulled her even further towards me. “Ne-“ She whinnied when I dragged a finger into her panties and down her crack.

“C’mon, Dash, I know you. If you really needed to be at work, you wouldn’t have come over for a ‘quickie’ beforehand.” I nipped her bottom lip. “You’d fly over during lunch and then take the rest of the day off or something.”

She smirked. Lifting herself up, she planted her butt firmly on my stomach, leg on either side of me. “You really think I’m that easy to predict?” Her tail swished back and forth, brushing across my bare legs. She thrust her chest out, puffing up her chest fluff. Her show of dominance was just too cute.

“Please, after being with the crazy pinkster for so long, everyone else runs like clockwork. Now, c’mon, let me snuggle ya.” I placed my palms on her cutie mark, thumbs running on her stomach around her belly button. Her muscles made my digits trace lazy designs on her abs and chest.

For such a small chick, she really was ripped. She could easily give Applejack a run for her money in the ‘jacked up’ department. Though the farm pone had more of a weightlifter’s build and Rainbow was better suitd to a flyer’s – all lean and slender. I’d almost feel embarrassed that a girl had a better body than me (damn couch potato), but that all got shoved to the side whenever I played with her like this.

Speaking of which…

“Mmph, hey.” Rainbow grunted. Her hands dug into my shoulders but she let me continue to play with her. “Thought you said you only treat girls gently.”

“I don’t know…” I crooned. I ran one finger languidly up her side along her ribs and back down again. “You’re looking pretty girly right now.”

“Unf, jerk.” She blushed and bit her lip, bucking her hips and leaning forward so that I could have better access.

Yup, that was Rainbow. Aggressive as hell when it suitd her but when she’d had the chance to calm down she could be pretty demure. I usually only saw this side of her after a good rutting, when she was feeling particularly mushy and wanted to be pampered, or when I somehow managed to take her off guard. Watching her bluster was just too cute for words.

For a while, I just ran my hands over her, gently caressing every part I could reach. Each time, she leaned into my touch. After a bit, I found my face buried in her tuft, breathing her in. She had her arms wrapped around my head and wings encompassing my body to keep me there and made slow circular rubbing motions, an instinctual behavior to mark me with her scent.

Though that really wasn’t needed. After everything the three of us did, I wouldn’t be smelling like anything else for a long time to come. Hell, even my inferior nose could make out the musky mix of pheromones coming off from both the mares in my bed.

In response, my fingers tugged at her panties, pulling them down so I could directly trace her cutie marks. Rainbow chuckled-nickered and lifted her butt so I could remove them completely. Mumbling affectionate insults as I tossed the damp article somewhere, she settled back down, the heat of her core now a burning, drooling star that I could feel through flesh and bone.

Neither of us said much, simply enjoying the moment. Though all good things had to come to an end. I pushed my luck when I moved my hands up to her chest and gently flicked both of her rather sensitive nipples.

“Boop!”

She responded by smacking me in the face with a pillow. “Fun’s over, pervert.”

I laughed softly. “Fun while it lasted.” She tried to get off me, but I held her down. “Still gonna go?”

She glowered at my gall, but then rolled her eyes and blew a puff of air out her nose. “No, you’re right. I was just planning on doing some extra checks on the next couple weeks’ weather scheduling. Just wanted to make sure everything added up once more. Nothing the others can’t handle.”

“Soo…?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll stay.” She pinched my nose. “Though not for you. No hugs for the dumb monkey. Instead, I get Fluttershy’s boob pillows for the rest of the day.”

With that, she crawled off me towards Fluttershy but not before swishing her tail to the side to reveal her privates, still dribbling and puffy from our recent bout. Rainbow grinned toothily (an odd look for a creature without canines) at my subdued surprise before she reached the larger mare’s side. She poked the mare’s shoulders until Fluttershy turned back over then snuck into her arms, resting her face in the larger girl’s chest. Fluttershy didn’t even wake up and simply pulled the blue mare closer, the two twining their legs together. In minutes, Rainbow fell asleep, her raspy snores mixing with Fluttershy’s mellifluous breathing.

I watched the two for a bit. I still wondered how this whole weird relationship came about. Just how did I, a human from another dimension, get together with not just one anthropomorphic pony, not two, but six of them?

Had someone told me when I was still on my home plane of existence this would happen, I’d call them a freak, pants them, and then run away laughing maniacally. Now, I was the freak… and I had been pantsed plenty of times since then, particularly by the small cyan mare I was sharing my bed with.

Once, I was just an internet junkie, lurking the deep recesses of the web and wasting my days away. Now, I was still an internet junkie (well, sort of), but I didn’t have as much time to lurk thanks to being bounced around by several lovely and attention-grabbing ponies.

It was exhilarating, terrifying, amazing, madness-inducing, heart-wrenching, and mind boggling all at once… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I was jostled when Rainbow and Fluttershy made twin chirps/peeps and snuggled closer together.

“Nem, you moron… That doesn’t go there… It goes in here.”

“Pet me more, Nemo…”

I raised an eyebrow at their incoherent sleep talks. Is this what being a herd was supposed to be like? The nuances of polyamory aside, is this what it was all about?

…honestly, I didn’t really care. I was having a hell of a time with some lovely ladies, and that’s all that mattered to me.

Pushing these thoughts off for future me to consider (the poor bastard), I rolled over and laid an arm over the two mares. Instinctively, they nuzzled into me. Soon I was also asleep, thinking back on the events that had set this whole crazy love polygon into motion. And it’d all started with a visit to Twilight’s.

Author's Notes:

[Edited 1/21/18]

And thus, I've fallen into the trap of smutty Anon in Anthroquestria stories. Never thought it would come to this, but it did.

...I'm kinda enjoying this.

Just in case, the first chapter is going to be the only bit of smut for a while. Lots of building up/flashbacks, ahoy. The first arc will mostly be waff, followed by an arc of waffy smut, finally followed by the true smut. So it might be a while, but hopefully you enjoy the waff as is. Till next time, criticism appreciated!