Author's Notes:

If you're wondering, this is set in a bubble universe in between Equestria Prime and the EqG universe. Basically they’re the EqG versions but they’re anthro.

“Sweetie, no!” hissed Apple Bloom. “You’ll get expelled!”

Sweetie Belle laughed. Her voice echoed through the front courtyard of Canterlot High School. It was high, sweet, and clear. “They’re not gonna expel a senior one week from graduation. And how much longer do I have to fulfill this fantasy? If I sneak into the colts’ locker room when I’m any older, they’ll arrest me.”

Apple Bloom wrinkled up her snout. “They might arrest you for it today. If you wanna get gangbanged, pick a hoofball team or something.”

“That’s a different fantasy,” said Sweetie Belle with a giggle and blush.

The two mares were lounging on a bench near the statue. Sweetie Belle was fiddling anxiously with the strap of her purse. Apple Bloom was reading something on her phone. Each had their head on one of tall, rawboned Scootaloo’s shoulders.

“I think she should do it,” said Scootaloo. “I’d do it, but I don’t think most of those colts like fillies with dicks much.”

“Hey, what time is it?” asked Sweetie Belle, apparently changing the subject.

“One forty-three,” said Apple Bloom, then smacked herself on the forehead. “Wait, I shouldn’t have told you that.”

Sweetie Belle narrowed her eyes. “The last senior colts’ gym class of the year gets out in seventeen minutes. This is my last chance. Ever.”

“Sweetie, don’t,” said Apple Bloom, hand still over her face.

“Do it,” said Scootaloo.

“Scoots, what kind of friend are you? It’ll be degrading, and she’ll get in trouble, and she’ll cry, and it’ll be horrible.”

Scootaloo laughed. “When was the last time our Sweetie cried about sucking a dick, though? She’s gloated, she’s celebrated, she’s waxed poetic; I don’t think she’s cried about a colt since she gave up dating and just moved on to oral sex as a goal instead.”

Apple Bloom laid her ears back and seethed. “No, you’re right. I guess.”

Scootaloo grinned. “They say it's worse to regret what you never did than what you did do.”

“‘They’ say a lot of stupid shit, Scoots.”

Sweetie Belle stood up and straightened her dress. She’d made up her mind while they were talking. Nothing could hold her back because now the pleasure of sex was spiced with the pleasure of proving Apple Bloom wrong. “Hold my purse. Imma do it,” she said.

“Aw yeah,” said Scootaloo, bapping her tail aside and squeezing her ass for good luck. “Godspeed you, Sweetie Slut.”

Sweetie Belle grinned and flipped her the finger.

“No no no,” groaned Apple Bloom, her voice receding as Sweetie’s red-painted hooves clicked down the cobbled walkway towards the front steps.

She felt other students’ eyes on her, burning through the short white mini-dress that was all she wore. Underneath it, she was commando, ready for action. She’d taken unusual care with her appearance — full spa day with Rarity yesterday, including a full-body trim that left her with only a soft white fuzz everywhere except a purple and pink tuft over her pussy. Purple choker around her snow-white throat. Makeup this morning — just a little too much, for that trampy-but-not too-trampy look.

Her body was a colt-killer. Perky little B-cups on top — not much, but so much bigger than her sister’s! Thin waist, thick hips, and a bubble butt you could play cards on. A bit pudgy in the tummy, but… well. Nopony’s perfect, right?

Excitement burned in her lower tummy. Sweetie Belle loved sex. It was the most fun thing to do! She wasn’t too picky — she'd even indulged in a few sweaty sleepovers with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon — but she liked pretty, muscular boys with sleek muscles and big cocks best.

She walked past the principal’s office (try to act casual, nothing going on here la la la), then turned right. Her heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her hands and in her mouth. The door to the colts’ locker room came into view. This was it. She felt like she was floating. Walking on clouds. Also, she was sweating like crazy. Ugh, nerves!

She put her hand on the door. She knew if she hesitated now, she’d chicken out, so she kicked the door open and stormed in like she was supposed to be there.

Steam filled the locker room. Down a short hall, the showers were running. Shady and Rumble were standing in front of their lockers. They were both dressed only in tight boxer briefs that hugged their small, round young asses and muscular upper thighs.

Sweetie Belle closed the door behind her and flicked the lock.

“Yeeek!” said Shady, turning his back to the lockers and covering his groin.

“The hell are you doing in here, Sweetie?!” shouted Rumble.

Sweetie opened her mouth to explain, but found it was too dry to speak. Luckily, she’d prepared for this. She pulled her dress off over her head and dropped to her knees on the hard stone floor. The two boys gaped, staring at her alabaster-furred titties. And at the words written on them in magic marker.

“Free… ‘owjo’? said Shady, confused.

“Oh, come on!” Sweetie Belle squished her left breast up with her forearm. “It’s a long word, I had to go on the sides.”

“Oh! Free blowjobs!” said Shady. “I get it!” Then his eyes went wide. Both boys stepped towards her tentatively.

“Is… is this real?” said Rumble.

“Yep. If you want your cock sucked, I’ll do it for you better than you’ll ever have in your whole life. C’mon!” She grabbed them by the hands and licked her lips. They were both pretty boys — Shady a bit soft and nerdy, but still big and strong. Rumble was cut; he was even more muscular than his studly older brother. Both had very promising bulges in the front of their shorts. She guided their hands to her tits.

“These are nice,” groaned Shady, cupping the little fuzzy mound in his hand and rubbing his palm against the nipple.

“Fuck yeah,” mumbled Rumble, tugging on her fat gumdrop nipple, pulling the tit out from her chest.

Sweetie Belle bit her lower lip and moaned. She slid her hands down each boy’s tummy, feeling how hard their bodies were — even Shady was like stone under his little roll of fat. She hooked her fingers in the hem of their boxer briefs and pulled, rolling the fabric down their bodies slowly. Their pubic fuzz emerged, followed by two nice, thick shafts. She kissed both cocks, halfway down, in the middle of the shaft, then tugged them free, letting them pop out and bounce off her cheeks. She didn’t hesitate to pop Rumble’s flat flare right into her mouth.

“Son of a bitch, yeah!” growled Rumble.

Even at eighteen, Sweetie Belle was no stranger to the taste of dick. She knew her reputation was ‘second date blowjob queen’. But so what? She liked sucking cock. Loved it. Craved it. She’d even sucked Thunderlane’s cock a couple of times. Rumble tasted like his brother: salty and musky, with ultra-creamy pre. She moaned around the shaft, bobbing halfway down a few times, then switched over to Shady. He was almost as big as Rumble — a heavy, satisfying weight in her mouth. She slipped further and further down the cock with every bob of her head, past his medial ring and heading for his balls.

“Oh fuck, is this real?” moaned Shady, his hand squeezing Sweetie’s tit. Both boys were being kind of rough with her tender little breasts, but that only made Sweetie hornier.

“I don’t know. Pinch me. No!” Rumble swatted at Shady’s hand. “Don’t actually pinch me, faggot!”

Sweetie giggled. She held Shady’s dick pointing upward and licked the underside up and down, soaking it with spit. His big, smooth balls rested on the underwear stretched between his thighs. They looked delicious. Sweetie mouthed them, sucking them slowly into her mouth, rolling them against her tongue. She let his dick rest on her forehead and reached around to rake her nails over his firm young ass.

But of course to do that she had to let go of Rumble’s tackle, and he didn’t like that. He stepped up beside her and started humping the side of her head like Spike on Rarity’s leg.

“Hey, your dick keeps touching mine!” complained Shady. “Who’s a faggot?”

Sweetie popped Shady’s balls out of her mouth. “Will you two calm down? We can’t do this if you’re going to get all homophobic. You’re not going to suddenly turn gay if you accidentally touch another colt’s penis, okay? Just relax and enjoy my mouth.”

Rumble and Shady looked at each other, then at her, as though weighing each others’ proximity against Sweetie’s.

“Yeah, okay,” said Shady. Rumble nodded. That didn’t take long.

She nuzzled under Rumble’s cock and sucked one of his balls. He was too big to suck both at once! Sweetie Belle mashed her face against his sack, feeling the roundness of the other ball rolling against her muzzle as she sucked. She switched back and forth between the two boys’ balls a few times, dribbling drool on the floor and her own tits until Rumble got frustrated and grabbed her head.

“Suck,” he begged. “The whole thing. Please.”

“Okay, okay,” purred Sweetie. She heard voices in the back of the room and looked up to see that she’d already drawn a crowd of young, muscular colts, fresh from the shower. They were naked, jerking themselves off as they watched her go down on two boys at once. Button Mash and Carrot Crunch, First Base and Featherweight, and a bunch more, all waiting for their turn with her! It sent a shiver down her spine. Tender Taps was hiding back in a corner with his phone. If she didn’t know him better, she’d think he was taking photos to enjoy later, but he was probably texting Apple Bloom to tell her what was going on. She just couldn’t get away from overprotective friends!

She ran her lips down Rumble’s shaft, savoring the silky feel of his skin. It didn’t matter how tough the boy, everypony was silky down there. It took her a little while to work him down into her throat — it was a tight fit, and he was the first one today. She needed to warm up. But soon she felt that sweet fullness as his flare pushed into her throat. She reached up to feel her own neck — she could feel him moving deep under her skin.

“I wanna fuck your face,” he growled. “Can I fuck your face?”

Sweetie looked up at him and nodded.

Rumble took her by the ears. Holding her still — rather painfully! — with that humiliating grip, he thrust mercilessly, making Sweetie gag on his shaft. She looked up at him, with his handsome face and sexy chiseled body, enjoying the look of lust on his face as he used her. He humped her until her nose was buried in his buzz-cut pubes. Short, sharp hairs poked her delicate skin. She held his ass, feeling the muscles flex, feeling how hard he was fucking her.

Teenage colts aren’t known for their self-restraint, and very soon, he began to shake. Sweetie Belle pushed him back, so that only his flare was in her mouth, stroking his shaft with both hands. The flare spread, filling her mouth from side to side. Rumble’s grip on her ears tightened, and he started shaking uncontrollably.

“Oh, sweet fuck!” he shouted, as hot, musky jizz started to squirt in Sweetie Belle’s mouth. She groaned around the mouthful. She loved the taste of cum. Did it taste good? Well. Not like you’d want to drink a cup of it. But it was colt juice — it meant a handsome stallion had had a good time with her body, and she loved it for that.

“Okay, my turn,” growled Shady, pushing Rumble out of the way. He thrust his dick past Sweetie’s lips while she was still savoring the cum in her mouth, and started hammering away like an animal. This was fine. In fact, it was exactly what she had hoped for when she’d come here today. Sweetie’s throat was already stretched by Rumble’s monster cock, so Shady’s size wasn’t a problem. She just sucked him down, letting him use her throat, letting him push Rumble’s cum down into her tummy.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” whimpered Shady, stroking Sweetie’s hair worshipfully. Sweetie raked her nails over his thighs, belly, and ass. The softness of his body wasn’t bad — he was a little bit of a teddy bear, really. Fun to stroke. Fun to squeeze. But soon her hands were pulled away from that lovely colt body and guided to two new cocks. She rolled her eyes to look to either side. Featherweight and Pipsqueak. Both boys had been small when they were little, but they’d grown up big and tall, rangy and lean. And oh, were their names ironic when it came to their cocks. Two long, hot shafts, thinner than some boys’, but each longer than her forearm.

“Oh, I can’t wait to get a crack at her!” said Pipsqueak in his cute little accent, as Sweetie Belle’s hand fluttered up and down his long, mottled cream and tan shaft.

“She’s even better-looking naked than I imagined,” groaned Featherweight. He stroked the back of Sweetie Belle’s head, then pushed forward gently, forcing her nose into Shady’s dark gray pubes and making her gag.

“Hold her there!” yowled Shady, grabbing her by the ears. “Hold her! I’m gonna… Oh! OH!”

Sweetie Belle felt Shady’s cock pulse in her mouth as if great globs of cum were shooting through the shaft. She felt a little disappointed that she didn’t get to taste him, but knowing that he was pumping cum straight into her tummy was satisfying in its own way.

He groaned as he pulled his limp hose out of her mouth. Cum and spit dripped down Sweetie’s round little chin. She took her hand off Featherweight’s cock to rub at her jaw. And her ears. “Okay, boys, just a note — you’re free to pull my hair. Pull it right out, for all I care. But no more tugging on my ears, that hurts.”

The crowd murmured assent.

“Would you like her next?” offered Pipsqueak.

“Naw, you go ahead,” said Featherweight.

“No, I insist,” said Pipsqueak.

“Well, somepony needs to put their cock in my mouth,” said Sweetie Belle. “I’m feeling empty.”

Featherweight pushed Pipsqueak forward. Before Pipsqueak could try to be polite again, Sweetie Belle popped her lips over the end of his long skinny shaft. She looked up at him, eyes heavy-lidded, in what she hoped was a bewitching gaze. His sweet brown eyes got wide and kept getting wider as she bobbed deeper and deeper down his shaft.

“Blimey,” he whispered, stroking her hair with gentle hands. “You aren’t gonna try to take the whole thing are you?”

Sweetie responded by opening her mouth wide, and diving down until his cockhead was nestled in the top of her throat. It wasn’t even hard; both Shady and Rumble had been much thicker. At least, it wasn’t hard at first. As she jammed more and more of Pipsqueak’s cock into her face, she soon realized that he was entering heretofore unconquered territory. His sweet flare was pushing into regions of her esophagus that no one had been in before! The huge amounts of spit she was drooling up helped with lubrication, but it was still a little uncomfortable. In a good way. A really good way. There was even more cock to go, but Pipsqueak was holding back! He’d pull back a little every time Sweetie Belle started to gag!

She pushed him away entirely. “Ugh! So frustrating!”

“Am I hurting you?” he asked. The hands on her head were trembling.

“Not enough!” hissed Sweetie. “Put some force into it! I like pain!”

“Oh,” said Pipsqueak, stunned. “Really?”

“Really. You’ve got the longest cock I’ve ever seen, by, like, half a foot. You see if you can get it into my stomach, and I’m going to play with myself. With both hands. I’ll probably cum like a freight engine soon. You keep going ’til I’m finished, okay?”

“I’ll… I’ll do my best,” mumbled Pipsqueak.

Sweetie Belle pushed two fingers against her clit and two more up into her tiny little cunt-hole. Delight filled her as Pipsqueak tangled his fingers in her hair and drove his hips forward. Turgid stallion flesh pushed past her lips and into the top of her throat. She welcomed it, doing her best not to gag, because that would freak Pipsqueak out. She pushed her fingers against her clit and pushed the fingers inside deeper. Her pussy flexed and twitched in response to her touch.

She closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling of Pipsqueak spearing her throat. She was down to his pubes, now, soft brown curls ticking her nose. It really did feel like he was all the way down in her stomach!

She loved the way he moaned, too — he had such a sweet voice, and he seemed so surprised that this was happening to him. He cradled her cheeks in his soft hands, pulling her back and forth in short jerks. She pushed a third and fourth finger up into her cunt — there. There was the pain she liked. She ground down on her clit hard, mashing it against her pubic bone, and a pulse of pleasure shot through her body. Hot and powerful, it made her thrash, made her pussy clench down on her fingers. And her throat on Pipsqueak. He began to slam her face fast, thighs tensing, balls tightening.

Sweetie Belle readied herself. She wasn’t going to lose this load of cum! She waited for the moment when his flare stiffened, and then pulled back a long, long way, sliding his cock out of her throat all at once, his big flat flare dragging wonderfully the whole way. She nailed it — just the second Pipsqueak’s head entered her mouth, he started squirting. She squeaked in surprise — he tasted sweet! somepony liked pineapple! He was a juicy one, too, filling her mouth so full she had to swallow before she was done! Sweetie Belle grinned wideas he groaned, and fell to the locker room floor in an exhausted, blissful heap.

Featherweight stepped in, tiptoeing over Pipsqueak’s comatose body. “Do you mind if I…”

Sweetie Belle grabbed him by his cock and tugged him forward, smirking devilishly. She took him in her mouth without bothering to swallow Pipsqueak’s cum first. She expected him to be shocked or disgusted, but instead, he quivered in pleasure.

“You’ve still got Pipsqueak’s foal frosting in your mouth!” purred Featherweight.

“Mgh mmm!” said Sweetie Belle.

“Let me just… push that back for you… yeah…” He rolled his flare through her mouth, gently pushing Pipsqueak’s load down her throat like a sexy little penis plow. “There. How’s that feel?”

Sweetie Belle rubbed her tummy — already looking rounder than usual from three extra-large loads of cum, and made a happy, muffled cooing noise.

“You know I never even looked at you twice before this? But you’re really incredible!” He stroked her cheek and jaw as she sucked on him, bucking his narrow hips. Sweetie Belle didn’t even realize how deep in her throat he was until she felt his balls bouncing off her chin. She twiddled her clit, pleasure glowing through her body. Featherweight was a bit of a chatterbox, but his praise was only making her orgasm come faster.

“You said you like pain?” said Featherweight. He pulled his hand away from her cheek, indicating what he was proposing.

Sweetie nodded and played with her pussy more roughly. Yes. That was exactly what she needed.

Featherweight pulled his hand back suddenly and slapped her across the cheek with shocking force. Even skinny boys were so strong! Pain and shock radiated through her face. She blinked, stunned, and he hit her again, making tears squirt from her eyes. She grabbed his hand to tell him that was enough, and guided him to her hair. He mashed her nose into his groin, bucking fast and hard. Sweetie squeaked and twisted her clit. Juice squirted from her pussy onto the stone floor one, two, three times as pleasure racked her body and cleared her mind. When she came back to herself, Featherweight’s flare was in her mouth, squirting directly onto her tongue.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” he gasped, holding her head in place until he was done. His hands were gentle again. Sweetie Belle hadn’t expected him to have a dark side, but you learned something new every day, didn’t you?

“Wanna show it to me?” said Featherweight.

Sweetie nodded, and opened her mouth, revealing the thick load of sticky goo inside. She swirled her tongue around in it, giving Featherweight a nice show. To her surprise, he leaned down to kiss her, running his tongue through his own jizz. Sweetie couldn’t help but giggle at the horrified gasps from some of the other boys. She let him slurp his cum out of her mouth but slapped him warningly on the tummy before he could swallow.

“I want it all,” she said, green eyes narrowing.

He drooled it into her mouth in a long, slow drizzle, and Sweetie swallowed it all up greedily. There was another spunk junkie in the room, apparently, and she didn’t want to share today.

“Hey, would you mind if I get my camera and take some photographs?” said Featherweight.

“Sure,” said Sweetie Belle. “Put ’em online if you want. Just send ’em to me, too.”

“No prob. I’ve got your email.” Chip Mint and First Base hurried over to her, cocks bobbing comically in front of them, but Sweetie Belle held up her hands. “Guys, I can suck cock for hours, but my knees are killing me. Can we do this some other way?”

The two colts helped her up. The other boys were spreading towels on a bench to make her a crude little bed. She smiled as they guided her onto it and helped her lay back. The towel pillow they’d made was actually pretty comfortable.

“Can I actually… Can I just get some shots of her playing with herself?” said Featherweight. The guys who weren’t still in cum-comas all moaned petulantly, but Sweetie Belle waved them off.

“Be patient, boys. I’d love that, Featherweight.” She spread her pearly legs straight up into the air and spread her lips for him, showing him the soft pink treasures inside. She slid her other arm around one plump rump cheek, and pushed four fingers back into her cunt, working them in and out as deeply as she could go.

“That’s great!” said Featherweight. “Lift your head a little, let me see the expression on your face.”

She shifted her shoulders up onto the towels and leaned up. She bit her lower lip and smiled at Featherweight’s camera. She knew that by this point she must be mussed and sweaty, dappled with stray dollops of cum. Her makeup was smeared. And yet she felt so pretty! The way he photographed her like she was a model, not just a slutty schoolgirl… oh! It was too much. She popped her pinkie out of her pussy and pressed the sopping wet digit into her asshole.

“Perfect!” said Featherweight.

“Come on!” moaned Chip Mint, bouncing up and down impatiently, his cock bobbing.

“Chip Mint, First Base, come over here and let me suck on your balls,” said Sweetie Belle.

The two stallions fumbled and pushed to be the first to stand over her face. She opened her mouth wide under Chip Mint, and let him lower his sack into her mouth. She sucked it, stroking it with her tongue, pushing it around her mouth. Then she pushed him away, and let First Base teabag her. Chip Mint’s body was strictly middle of the road. She liked First Base better — he was another cut jock, like Rumble. Watching his perfect body bob up and down on top of her was a delight. His thighs and six-pack abs flexed enticingly as he moved. Clearly overexcited, he stroked his cock fast and hard.

“Oh, Sweetie Belle,” he groaned. A pearl of pre beaded up on his cock and dripped onto her forehead.

“Don’t hog her,” moaned Chip Mint.

Sweetie suddenly had a filthy idea. So filthy she practically heard Rarity’s shocked voice telling her how ‘simply horrid’ it was. “You boys are fresh from the showers, right? Nice and clean?”

“Yeah. Why?” said First Base.

Sweetie Belle giggled and laid her hands on his ass. She guided him up a bit and snaked her tongue under his dock. He gasped in surprise. She found his asshole and pushed her tongue inside. He was clean as a whistle, tight and probably virgin down there. As a bonus, this position left his balls resting on her forehead. Sweetie was a tongue expert — she’d didn’t only like to give oral to boys, after all, though she liked them best. She rolled her unusually long tongue up, thrust it inside, and found the special spot a lot of boys had. He let out a long, shuddering moan and clamped his powerful thighs around her head.

Sweetie smirked internally; she was getting him good with this move. She moaned into his ass, clenching her thighs together around her hot, thirsty pussy. She wanted a boy in every hole, but no. Special. Pussy and ass were special. She had to remember that.

She felt a weight on her chest and heard Chip Mint groan. He pushed her tits together and began to thrust his cock in between them. She chuckled into First Base’s ass. Unless Chip Mint had a serious hair trigger, he wasn’t going to get far with her little tits. But his weight on her felt nice, and it was good to feel wanted.

First Base’s groans were getting really loud. She was gonna get him off without putting his dick in her mouth which was a shame, but hey, her throat could use a break anyway. She pushed her tongue deep into his ass, holding it against his prostate. His thighs clenched around her head. His hand grabbed her hair, gripping painfully hard. He tugged on his cock a few times, then she felt him spasm. His spooge came out so hard and fast that she could literally hear it flying over her head. She also heard a half dozen or so ringing spurts, as if of thick liquid hitting metal. More exactly like cum hitting a locker door. What? She pushed the boys off of her and sat up. There, twenty feet away, was what looked like First Base’s entire load, sprayed in ropes across green steel locker doors.

“Holy mother of buck,” whispered Sweetie. “I’m lucky you didn’t cum in my mouth, you’d have taken off my head!”

First Base blushed and rubbed the back of his head. “Hey, it felt really good!”

Sweetie stood up. She wasn’t licking anything off a locker room floor; any cum that hit the ground was lost. But. She bet the boys would love it if she cleaned up this particular mess for them.

She stretched, arching her back, twisting her arms behind her to loosen up the tight muscles. Then, with languorous calm, she walked over to the locker, hooves clicking on the hard floor, and knelt. The lowest drops were a foot from the floor, so she leaned over, giving the room a good view of her pussy and asshole. Let them admire what they couldn’t have.

She ran her tongue up the cold metal, scooping salty jizz up onto her tongue. A mouthful, and swallow. Another mouthful, again. First Base didn’t have the best-tasting jizz, but as Rarity would say, sometimes we have to suffer to be beautiful.

It was a copious load and took her some time to clean up. Featherweight was next to her with his digital SLR, clicking away the whole time. When she was done she gave him a jizzy, open-mouthed smile, then swallowed the whole load.

Then hands were on her body, grabbing her ass, her pussy, her tits. She pushed the hands on her pussy away, but let them turn her around and push her to her knees. Chip Mint was there, cock hard and drooling. Next to him was Carrot Crunch — not a very handsome boy, with his too-big grin, but strong and shaggy and hung like a wild donkey. And next to him was Rumble, hard again and ready for another round.

“Well,” she said, tilting her head to one side cockily. “What are you waiting for?”

Chip Mint growled, and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her forward. He mashed her face into his crotch, jamming his cock as deep into her throat as it would go. Sweetie Belle was sure to play it up, gurgling theatrically. He didn’t hold back. His hips thrust, slamming her face, forcing her dick into her throat. Sweetie Belle gripped his knees, hanging on for her life as the blue-skinned boy took what he needed from her. He didn’t take more than five minutes before his cock was pulsing in her mouth, spraying thick cum in spurts down her throat. She swallowed, adding his copious jizz to the pool that was already filling her tummy.

“Th-thank you,” stammered Chip Mint, backing away, thighs shaking.

“You’re welcome,” chirped Sweetie Belle. “Another satisfied customer!”

Carrot Crunch touched her cheek and turned her to look at him. “My turn?”

Sweetie Belle yelped as a cock like a battering ram slapped her in the cheek. “It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen!”

“Aw, you’re just buttering me up, miss,” rumbled Carrot Crunch with a bashful grin.

“Nope,” said Sweetie, laying that monster against her slim, pale forearm. “Look at this! You’re almost as long as Pipsqueak over there, and thicker than… hold on, Rumble, could you step a little closer?”

“No homo,” said Rumble warily.

“Whatever,” said Carrot.

“Yeah, you’re like, half an inch thicker than Rumble!” Sweetie Belle ran both hands down his shaft. “I don’t know if my mouth can handle this.”

“Whatever,” shrugged Carrot. “Lickety over there takes it every night. I ain’t deprived.”

“Way to out me, Carrot,” moaned Lickety Split, pushing his floppy bangs out of his eyes.

“Shut up, everybody knows we’re bi,” said Carrot. There was a murmur of general assent from the room.

Sweetie Belle bit her lower lip. She felt tempted, and she was very bad at resisting temptation. “All right, I wasn’t gonna do this today. But you’re bi? You top?” Maybe she’d do one boy anally. That wasn’t too much, right?

“Yes, miss,” said Carrot, grinning from ear to ear.

“You think you can get this monster up my ass without killing me?” she asked, giving his furry belly a lingering stroke.

“Miss, I could thread a needle with this thing. I don’t think you’re gonna get the full effect, though, since you don’t have a prostate.”

Sweetie Belle gave the end of Carrot Crunch’s dick a lingering kiss. She could barely get the flare in her mouth, but she worked up as much spit as she could, and didn’t stop until the end of his dick was dripping wet. Then she grinned, stood up, and kissed him on the nose. “I’ll worry about my pleasure. You worry about fucking me stupid.”

Sweetie Belle walked back to the bench. She lay on it face down, her lower body up on the towels meant as pillows. Legs spread wide, tippy-hooves barely touching the floor, thick cheeks way up in the air. Lickety fetched Carrot a small tub of lube from his locker and walked around to push his dick against Sweetie Belle’s face. “I’m not queer,” he said.

“Good,” said Sweetie Belle, nuzzling his balls. “Because I need a serious throat fucking, and your little boyfriend’s too big to give me that. But you’re pretty well hung. So take command. My face belongs to you.” She waggled her hands out to either side. “Gimme dicks!”

Carrot Crunch gave her a good coating of lube on her hands, then started smearing it on her asshole. She winked it for him, and he pushed two thick fingers inside, smearing slimy goo all over her tight guts.

Lickey Split blew his blonde hair out of his eyes and grabbed Sweetie by her hair. He was a pretty boy — round, earnest face, sweet bearish body, cock like a tallboy can. He also looked pretty angry right now, which somehow made him even prettier; tidy little blonde eyebrows all pulled together, pouty mouth in a petulant frown. He tugged her by the roots of her hair to grind her face against his cock, making pain shoot through her scalp. She opened her mouth, and he tugged her back. He pushed his dickhead into her, and she moaned around it, closing her eyes and purring with delight. His flare mashed against her hard palate, making her squirm.

Meanwhile, a cock had been pushed into each of her lubed-up hands. She recognized the pulsing weight of Rumble’s cock. The other, thick and short like a soda can, must have been Button Mash’s, judging by the cute round belly she felt above it. She shivered and twisted her head, circling Lickety’s cockhead with her tongue and aiming it for her throat. Behind her, Carrot had four fingers in her ass, two from each hand, pulling her open, stretching her out. It felt so good! She wished her hands were free so she could jill off!

Carrot pulled his fingers out of her ass. She felt open, ready for just about anything down there. He grabbed her fat cheeks and pulled them apart, and pressed his monster dick against her open asshole. Oh fuck. It felt like an arm going in there, pushing her already gaping ass farther than she’d dreamed it could go. It hurt a little bit, but it also felt wonderful to be open so wide, to feel so full.

Lickety wrapped Sweetie’s fluffy curls around his fists and pushed his cock into her throat. It rammed into her already aching flesh, and she gagged loudly, body thrashing. Lickety didn’t care, and Sweetie didn’t want him to. She loved the feeling of that thick cock mashing her tongue to the floor of her mouth, ramming deep into her throat, making her drool, making her eyes water. She looked up at Lickety — he was clearly loving this, looking down at her with a mix of fury and worship in his eyes. He tugged her all the way down to his balls and held her there. She could feel his cock making her throat bulge. She sniffed his pubes, a mix of musk and… cologne? Yes, he was wearing cologne. So nice. He held her there until she started to feel like she was going to pass out, then let her go. She pulled back, gasping, gobs of drool splashing out of her throat. Her choker felt loose.

“More! Now!” she rasped, and Lickety obliged, grabbing her by the back of the head and mashing her mouth back onto his cock.

The boys in her hands were bucking and moaning, humping like horny dogs. It felt good having a nice thick dick in either hand. She pumped as fast as she could, twisting her wrist at the top to give their flares a little something extra. Button Mash reached under her chest to grab a tit, squeezing it hard. Rumble did likewise, mauling the little B-cup with his big strong hands.

Carrot’s cock just kept coming. Massive, hot, hard as a tree branch, it slid deep into her insides, exploring parts of her body that had never seen a dick before and might never again. She felt so full, so stretched, so used — she might not have a prostate, sure, but having a dick this big up her ass was a new adventure all its own. And the hands on her ass — stroking, kneading, digging in with super strong fingers. If only she could cum!

Then Button Mash came. His cock pulsed and spurted copious gobs of teenage colt cum all over her arm and shoulder. He gingerly pulled his limp cock out of her hand. She had one free! She had to get it clean, though — no offense, Button Mash, but the last thing she wanted was his babies in her. She wiped his jizz on her pouty plump tummy, and then pushed Lickety back so that she could lick it clean. She hoovered up all of the cum, even the stuff in between her fingers and on her wrist. It tasted good! Citrusy and very sweet, kind of like Mountain Dew and Skittles.

She pushed her fingers in between her thick thighs and let Lickety take control of her face again. She flicked her hot, pulsing clit fast, sending jolts of electric pleasure through her belly. She could feel the way Carrot’s thrusts were making her pussy squash and distend. She stuck her fingers into her cunt and felt him moving through the thin wall between her pussy and her ass. Oh, yes!

Sweetie lay on the bench, luxuriating in the feeling of being used by three strong young stallions. Her whole body felt like one big cocksleeve. She had a dick at either end, their owners mashing her together, pounding her sturdy young body, using her for their filthy pleasure. She slid her fingers over Rumble’s cockhead, feeling his pre dripping from the head. She wished this could go on forever. But the boys were panting and shaking, and she knew they’d need to cum soon. But hey, she was excited for that, too.

Rumble was first. He yowled, and his cock started to squirt, shooting ropes of thick creamy cum up Sweetie’s arm, all the way to the shoulder. She pushed her fingers into her nub, and her body bucked. Pleasure shot through her, and she let out a muffled, gurgling shout around Lickety’s dick. Lickety howled and grabbed her by the ears, trusting his cock so deep it felt like it was in her chest. Cum splashed into her throat, and she drank it down, swallowing around his cock.

Carrot slapped her ass, his strong arm sending a shock through her whole body. He growled and pushed forward as deep as he’d go. His cock pulsed in her ass and started shooting, filling her belly from behind like she had a fire hose up there. Sweetie twisted her clit, and the afternoon’s third orgasm tore through her body, strongest of them all. It rammed through her like a wave, making the hairs on her coat all stand on end. Aftershocks rippled through her for over a minute. She groaned, drooling on towels under her on the bench, as Carrot slowly slid his hose out of her ass.

“Oh holy mother of fuck that was a good one,” giggled Sweetie. She sat up, feeling dazed, and started licking Rumble’s second load off of her hand. Her belly was swollen up with all the loads she’d swallowed, to the point where she looked three months pregnant. As she straightened up, she felt Carrot’s cum start trickling out of her ass.

“Oops!” she giggled. She looked around the room at the boys, all of them exhausted, satisfied, beaming at her. Well, most of them were exhausted. “I think that’s everybody except Tender Taps. You want a turn?”

Tender Taps, leaning in against the lockers in a corner, smiled and shook his head. “Naw. It was fun to watch, though.”

Featherweight glances up from flipping through the photos on the screen of his camera. “This was a really good shoot! I can’t wait to clean these up, they’re beautiful.”

Sweetie Belle smiled. “Why, thank you! Okay, hit the showers then, guys. I’ll need them to myself when you’re done.” Her smile got bigger. “And guys? I had an amazing time. I’ve wanted this for years, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be. Thank you.”

Some of them hugged her on the way to the showers.

“Hey, Taps?”

“Yeah, Sweetie?” he walked over to her. She admired him — still in his underwear, sleek dancer’s body, pretty purple hair. She wasn’t surprised he didn’t want to play — he was devoted to Apple Bloom, and honestly, Sweetie would have felt guilty if she’d sucked his dick. Feeling guilty after sex wasn’t much fun at all! Best to keep everything morally aboveboard.

“I kind of gave my purse to Scoots and Apple Bloom. Can you text them, and tell them to meet me somewhere with it?” She rubbed her throat. Whoa, was it sore. Her voice sounded like a pack-a-day smoker’s.

Tender Taps blushed and pulled his phone out from behind his back. “Yeah, actually I’ve been keeping them updated. I wanted Apple Bloom to know I was watching. They wanted photos. I hope you don’t mind.”

Sweetie Belle laughed. “Well, if I let Featherweight photograph me, I’m sure gonna let you do it.” She hesitated. “Actually, can you stick around? We can meet them together after I get out of the shower.”

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Sweetie Belle stood in the colts’ shower, letting the scalding hot water run over her body. Nopony had come to drag her away to the principal’s office, so either her little party had somehow flown under the radar, or Celestia and Luna had decided to let it slide. Unless they were waiting to ambush her outside.

She turned off the water, dried off, wrapped a towel around her middle, and walked back to the lockers. Featherweight was sitting, fully dressed, on a bench, waiting for her.

“You wanted to talk?” she said, sitting down next to him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, smiling over at her. “I just wanted to know what you wanted to do with the photos? I mean, I can keep them private — I can even give them all to you, and delete my copies. But some of them are super good.”

Sweetie Belle laughed. “You wanna start a porn site?”

Featherweight blushed. “I was hoping for a more… artistic direction, but… I mean, I don’t think the market for that’s what it used to be, but people always like sex. I mean, maybe?”

Sweetie Belle laughed. “I was kidding. But also not? Email me. I should probably get out of here; I’ve hung around too long as it is. But I really wanna see those photos.”

“They’re so good. Sometimes I amaze myself.” He stood up. “Talk to you later?”

“Yeah.” He started to walk away, and she touched his hip. “Hey, you had a good time, right?”

Featherweight grinned from ear to ear. “The best.”