Pinkie Pie, Twilight, and Zecora gangbang a human female

Thanks to TheJakemeister for the request!

This chapter will be a cross-breed of human and pony clop.

Categories: Gangbang, Human, Pony, 2nd person

Warnings: Nothing too major for this chapter, but it is my first attempt writing 2nd person. A friend told me it’s akin to narrating a D+D Session, without player input. So we’ll see how this goes.

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“For Science!”

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You groan and run a hand through your messy tangle of hair. Apparently, showering before bed is a horrible idea and should be avoided at all costs. Wincing, you manage to drag a brush through the tangled snarl and return your hair to some semblance of normalcy. Thankfully, it’s a Saturday, which means you don’t have a thing to do. Aside from ponies. With a warm grin of satisfaction, you plop down in the comfortable computer chair at your desk and boot up the home-built PC. Humming happily, you wait for the logon screen to pop up before entering your password. It takes a little while, but as soon as the computer is all ready to go, you open up the web browser and check all the latest sites…

Sadly, the streams are down, and it doesn’t appear as if any of the high-definition links to youtube are working… A quick search, though, and you’ve found it. You can always count on memebase to pull through. And it’s in high-def, too! You pull your feet up onto the chair and hug your knees as the episode begins to play…

You are secretly a brony. A female brony, but you don’t really go out of your way to call yourself a pegasister. The fans who do always seem to be a little immature and maybe a little pretentious. Online, you’ve addressed yourself as a brony, which thanks to your less-than-feminine decorum, has led to the mistake of you being addressed as ‘dude’ several times. Does it bother you? No… No, not really. You just smile and shrug it off. Your friends call you dude all the time anyways. The few real ones you have…

It appears watching a show that the world has ostracized as a children’s show has earned you a black flag among the friends you had from high school. It doesn’t bother you that much, but you wish others wouldn’t be so judgmental of a show they’ve never even seen… They don’t look at the memes, or listen to the music, or read the fan fiction. You do. All of them.

Even the clopper’s material. And to be honest, you love it. More than once have you reached climax checking out the R63 photos of the Mane 6, or that one with Fluttershy giving Rarity a hornjob… Secretly, you’ve always wanted to find another brony who shared your same sexual tendencies… But even among the most accepting and tolerant fanbase in the world, that’s tough to find. So you submit to the solo sojourn day in and day out, doing what every other brony does. You suffered through the wait for season three, you were enraged when Derpy’s loveable voice was changed, and you squealed as hard as any fangirl ever has in the history of ever when Chrysalis and her changelings were revealed. The ups and downs of the fandom are there on your lengthy career of ‘Brony.’

So this morning’s episode is just as epic as ever. It even has a musical number! You take a moment to go back and listen to it again. The remixes are going to be numerous and incredible. When the episode wraps up, you’re left with a sense of longing for next week’s episode, but you’re satisfied with what you had. You know that in the days to come, there will be tumblr posts, memes, and maybe some awesome songs. You’re excited. The internet is abuzz with discussion about the episode. You are, for the first time in the twenty-four years of your life, happy. This show really has a way of making you feel that way…

And then the phone rings. You’re loathe to interrupt your warm morning with ponies, and indeed were just about to visit a prominent clop blog to settle in for a little finger action, but you cannot ignore your duty.

“This is Sam.” You answer the phone.

“Yo. Pull your fuckin’ panties up and come into work. We need you today.”

“What? Dude, today’s Satuday. You know I haven’t have a day off in two weeks?”

“I know. But it’s OT and you need the money. So hurry the fuck up.” That’s it. The phone call ends, leaving you flustered and more than a little angry. Where you work, the phone lines are monitored. For your boss to tell you something as daring as pulling your panties up, things were either really serious, or he was looking to get fired. With a wistful sigh, you close out of the browser and go to shower. No rest for the weary, it seemed…

The shower helps wake you up and centralize your thoughts on work, instead of the show. While you would have loved to spend the day wasting time on the internet and ordering cheap pizza, you have to go work instead. The pay’s nice, though, and time and a half means you should be able to afford some more merch at the next con to come through town, but still… You wish you could just cut a break from the monotony. You dress in your uniform and slip into the chill morning, despising your supervisor for treating you so callously. Why you ever told him you were a brony, you’ll never know… You’ve only received flack from him for it. Shivering in your coat, you make the two-mile hike to work in just under twenty minutes, slipping through the door into the lobby.

“About damn time.” Your boss glowers at you.

“Shut up, Tom… I’m in no mood.”

“Unwad your undies and get to work.” He jerks his thumb to the back. Why the hell are they so busy on a Saturday? Shooting him a glare that says ‘we’re going to talk later,’ you make your way to the back of the restaurant and get to work cooking for the mid-morning rush.

Four hours later, you smell like food, you feel greasy, and you’re already tired. It’s two in the afternoon, and there are still people waiting to be served. You get to work building the next few dishes, working efficiently. Then you feel a hand slide over your rear. Jumping with a shout, you wheel about and slap the offender, who just happens to be your boss.

“What the fuck?!” He cups his red cheek, glaring at you.

“You fucking touched my ass!” Your heart is thundering in your ears, your vision slowly turning red. This asshole has the nerve to call you in to work, then feel you up! On your day off! Damned if you don’t kick his ass right there in the middle of the kitchen.

“You’re delusional. All those fucking shows you watch got you wishing things.” He rubs his cheek very pointedly. By now, you have the attention of all your co-workers. “What’s worse, you fucking slap me for something I didn’t do!”

“You did! You touched my ass! I felt it!” You turn to the next cook, another girl. “You saw, didn’t you?” She lifts a shoulder at you.

“I didn’t see anything.”

“See? You’re imagining things. Step into my office, we need to have a talk.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you!” You’re fuming now. The other girl has always been a friend, or at least friendly. For her to brush you off like that is nothing short of enraging.

“Now you’re disobeying a direct order, Sam. I didn’t touch you, and you’re refusing to talk to me about it. You know what? No more. You’re fired.” His words wrack you suddenly, your eyes wide. But you are so angry, you can do nothing more than strip your apron off and throw it back in his face. Through the layers of fabric, you see his smug face smiling at you. On the way past, he does it again.

Last straw. Curling your fist tight, you whip around and catch him square across the jaw. He stumbles against the counter, knocking a plate full of chicken to the floor before falling flat on his fat ass.

“Sam, what the hell?!”

“He touched me again.” You growl at another co-worker. “Consider it defending myself.”

“I saw it that time…”

“Thank you, Brit.”

“What a scumbag… Sam, you should sue.”

“Oh trust me. I will.” You look down at the whimpering man on the floor. The guilt is apparent on his face, and you’ve got a witness. This fucker will hang for ever laying a hand on you. “I’ll see you in court, Tom.” Nursing a sore hand, you slip into your coat and leave the restaurant. They’ll just have to make do with two cooks for the rest of their miserable time. You never found your work enjoyable, but you didn’t hate it either. Leaving this place behind doesn’t effect you strongly one way or another. Right now, you can only think of getting home, taking another shower, and checking local attorney offices.

Thankfully, you’re able to shower before it happens. Just as you’re about to wrap yourself in a towel, though, everything goes black.

Your thoughts race. You’re conscious… You can feel, and you can think. But all you see is darkness. You feel the cool air wafting over your wet skin, and against your back you feel something warm and soft… It isn’t the towel, since that seems to be gone… Idly, you try to move your limbs, but find that you can’t. Panic sets in, and your heart pounds louder in your ears.

“Oh wow… It worked.”

“You doubt me, Twilight Sparkle.”

“Doubt-ED.” You can hear voices… Two of them, that appear to be carrying a conversation. Your brow furrows, and you try to make sense of who exactly is talking.

“While I understand your trepidation, the evidence is condemnation. My skill are quite good, you see, for the thing before us is not a pony.”

“Oh wowie! Is that really a human!” A third voice. This one’s shrill and very exuberant. You try to open your eyes, with minimal success. A faint sliver is all you can manage, but all you see is more darkness.

“Did her eye just move?”

“I believe she is waking up… Pinkie Pie, please grab that cup.” Your fingertips twitch as you try to move your arm again, the leaden feeling of a heavy weight keeping you from accomplishing anything more than a faint twitch or a slight groan.

“Easily now…” You feel a tingle race over your skin, along with an alien sound that is completely unfamiliar to you. It’s a scintillating, odd sound, and you can’t place it… Yet at the same time, it’s all hauntingly familiar. The two names you’ve heard so far swim about your head, searching for their proper place in your memory…

With a gasp, you sit up.

“Woah!”

“Calm down now, human child. Your actions should not be this wild.”

“Holy scones! It moved!”

“Urgh…” Your head swims with vertigo as you manage to open your eyes at last. You raise a hand to your head, trying to make sense of the sudden shift in perspective… You’re so confused right now… What is happening?

“E-easy, now… Here, drink.” A cup is pressed to your lips. You glance down at it, noticing that the simple worn cup is sheathed in a lavender aura that sparkles slightly, twinkling with the same sound you heard just a few moments prior. Hesitantly, you sip at the liquid inside, finding it to be cool, clear water. “Goodness… Inter-dimensional travel must be disorienting…” You continue to sip at the water, wanting to get more in your system, but you’re unable. The cup continually hovers at a set angle, keeping the water just out of gulping distance.

“It mustn’t be easy, being taken from one world to the next… I wonder how easily this human can connect. This world is different in many ways, I hope that she is not too dazed.” The cup is now empty, though the process felt as if it took forever. It hovers away mysteriously, alighting on a worn wooden table a short distance away. The glow dies along with the twinkling sound, and you feel good enough to at least turn your head side-to-side.

You freeze when you see the owners of the voices.

Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, and Zecora, all three of them looking just as they did in the show, stand before you. It’s so surreal… The show is a two-dimensional animation… How can they be standing before you, real as day?

“I… I don’t…”

“It speaks Equestrian! That’s fantastic!” Twilight Sparkle perks up, grinning happily at you. “I wonder if she speaks fancy… Parlez vous Francias?”

You recognize the accent and inflection…

“That’s French. And I’m speaking English… What…” You cup your head again. “What’s going on?”

“English? French? Wow, you humans sure are weird! And I thought I was strange!” Pinkie Pie bounces back and forth behind Twilight and Zecora, who are both fixing you with looks of fascination and interest. Under their gaze, you feel very exposed and naked. Your arms wrap around your chest, concealing your nakedness as best you can. Odd, considering the number of times you’ve touched yourself to the thought of these very creatures standing before you…

Previously, though, they were just animated… Pictures and drawings of flat, uninteresting characters… Right now, though, they’re so vivid and colorful. Twilight’s purple coat, the shocking pink highlight in her mane… Zecora’s contrasting black-and-white stripes… The vibrant pink of the energetic pony behind the two of them…

Suddenly, you feel very plain, and very out-of-place… Yet, the three ponies still appear fascinated… Twilight steps forward gently, her expression inquisitive.

“This is just fascinating… I cannot recall the last time an inter-dimensional transubstantiation spell was successful… This very well may be the first time in history. Ahem.” She straightens her head, smiling at you warmly. “My name is Twilight Sparkle. I am a unicorn. Do you have a name?”

“Sam.” You quip shyly, blushing furiously in that moment. It’s all so sudden, so different… You’re here, in the show, talking with the characters! It’s so surreal. You feel almost as if you’re about to pass out again.

“Huh… Not very eloquent, are you?” Twilight grumbles, stepping closer. “I wonder how sentient they are… Can you perform basic math functions? How does your society work?” Twilight begins to trot a circle around you, her gaze inspecting every curve of your body. You’ve always been rather shapely, but the way Twilight’s condescending tone cuts into you makes you feel very self-conscious. You feel defensive.

“I can speak perfectly fine, thank you.” You glower at Twilight, your harsh words stopping the purple unicorn’s circular route around you. “And I am not unintelligent. I can perform basic math, and maybe even advanced math… It’s been three years since I was in college, but I still remember my AP math course.” Your legs draw tight against your rear, covering you more. “And I am also naked. Can I get some clothes or something?” Twilight blinks at you for a few seconds, obviously stunned that you can speak coherently.

“Naked?” She asks slightly. Her eyes look over you once more. “Your coat is gone… I suppose that would be naked, wouldn’t it? Zecora, do you have a blanket?”

“She can cover herself with this… Decency is obviously a concern to humans.” Zecora tugs a blanket in from the other room, depositing it at your feet. You risk a few moments of exposed breasts before pulling the blanket over your form. It’s warm and thick, and in the hot air of the hut you’re in, it feels somewhat oppressive. Still, it’s better than nudity, and you’re still kind of wet from the shower.

“Thank you.” You mutter, blushing a little.

“That’s so odd… You don’t have tails to cover your genitals… Do humans always walk around with their reproductive organs uncovered?” Twilight continues to pace around you, trying to get peeks of your body through the blanket.

“We do not. We have clothes.” You glare at her, feeling somewhat offended. Twilight was always one of your favorites, but she’s rather condescending in person… “You should talk to Rarity about them. She knows plenty about clothes.

All three of them froze.

“Woah, how does it know Rarity’s name?” You blink at Pinkie Pie as she stands remarkably still, her eyes wide as they remain fixed on you.

“I know all of your names…” You reach an arm out of the blanket, pointing at each of them in turn. “Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Zecora… The mane six are you two, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Rarity.”

“That’s creepy.” Twilight shudders visibly as you talk. “You know our names… What else do you know about our world?” She asks hesitantly.

“I know lots… You guys are popular where I come from… I’m a huge fan of the show.”

“Show? Where you come from?” Twilight plops down on her haunches, raising a hoof to her lips meaningfully. “I wonder…”

“Whussat?” Pinkie Pie leaned closer, glancing between Twilight and you.

“Well… There’s talk of inter-dimensional rifts that form in other creature’s sleep… Or in their imaginations… They allow glimpses into one world or another. Sometimes, they culminate in someone who demonstrates artistic talent, and they share their visions with the rest of the world. One such name has been passed through the history books… Echoes of her name are heard now and then in our world.”

“Is it Lauren Faust?” You ask quietly. Twilight nods.

“I take it the great Faust is a human, then?”

“Every bit as human and female as myself.” You mutter, drawing your knees close.

“She…”

“She directs a television show in my… Eer, dimension… There are millions of fans of that show, and all of them know about this world through the show. You’re telling me that-“

“Yes.” Twilight cuts you off, nodding. “Lauren Faust’s visions have become reality, in the form of this ‘show’ you speak of… What’s more, she appears to have acquired a following of sorts. Followers like you. Am I correct?”

“That you are.” You nod, feeling slightly creeped out now… It all makes sense. In the back of your mind, you’re thankful for these ‘visions’ that Lauren Faust has… That she would make a show as wonderful as My Little Pony. In reality, though, it’s the fans that you appreciate the most. All the artwork and music and cartoons and… Pictures… You whimper as your memory brings to it’s fore the more recent string of images you had perused on the internet… In fact, unless you were mistaken, the last one had been of Twilight herself. Suddenly, you view the three ponies before you in an entirely different light.

“That’s just absolutely amazing… We have so much to learn from you, Sam. Please, can you tell us more?”

“Eer… Like what?” You mutter.

“Everything.” Twilight advances, her face very close to yours. “I want to know everything you have to share about our world.”

“A… All of it?” You whimper, squirming a little under the covers. Twilight grins at you.

“All of it.”

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For the next two hours or so, you do what all bronies do best. You talk about the show. From season one, episode one, you share everything you know. Names, places, events, major story arcs, your personal opinions and general consensus over the internet concerning major characters or songs. The entire time, the three ponies listen with rapt attention, all of them apparently fascinated with your accurate interpretations of their world. Once you finish, Twilight shakes her head in wonder before asking you some questions.

“And you learned all of this from… A ‘television show?’” They don’t have anything more complex than cinema in Equestria, it seems… You had to explain how television works, with episodes and all that.

“Yes… Lauren Faust created the series, and aired it for television. In the past, the show was a shadow of what it is today, with no appeal to anyone other than children. With a recent reboot, though, the show has become much more interesting and open to all generations. There are a large group who think the show is still for children, but those of us who see the show for what it is call ourselves ‘Bronies.’”

“That’s clever…” Twilight chuckles. “A cross between ‘pony’ and ‘brother.’ Indicating some sort of comitatus amongst the followers of Faust, despite the lack of a familial relationship.”

“Eer… Yeah, you hit the nail on the head there.” You mutter softly. During the extended chat, you’ve grown more relaxed, even though you’re still nude. Under the blanket, you’ve curled up comfortably, though you’re beginning to sweat in the oppressive heat. You hope your two showers today have cleaned you up enough that they can’t smell you too much… Not that it matters, Zecora’s hut is filled with a plentitude of herbs and plants. The exotic smells have a calming effect on you, making you relax all the more.

“This is all just so… Incredible. Would you mind answering some questions of mine?” Twilight asks, smiling bravely. “For science, of course… We’ve never had a living human visit our world before…” Now that you and the three ponies before you have reached some medium of communication, you feel much more safe sharing things with them.

“I’d be happy to. I wish I had some clothes, but I’ll manage.”

“Is the blanket too warm? I have another that might not cause harm… Staying hot for too long could be hard, even for the strong.” Zecora offers.

“Eer… I’m fine, but I might need to… You know… Breathe.”

“Well…” Twilight blushes a little. “By asking questions, I was wondering if you might allow me to… Ahem…” Twilight’s blush intensifies as she suddenly appears very ashamed to ask you. “Survey your physique?” She flusters a little, waving her hooves frantically. “For science! I swear!” You feel your heart beat a little faster, even though you think she looks remarkably cute the way she panics. Silly, adorkable Twilight.

“I don’t mind…” You mutter softly. “I mean, what kind of brony would I be to say no? The first human to visit Equestria is secretly too prude to share anything. Yeah, that’ll look good on me when I go back.” You chuckle and shake your head.

“Great! Well, I’ll just start with some questions about you and humans… You know, ease into it?”

“Okay.” You nod, fighting a blush. You tell yourself the prospect of exposing yourself to three beautiful ponies isn’t what has you seeping right now. Somehow, though, you know you’re only lying. Part of you aches to be free of the blanket, while the other part wants to show Twilight everything.

“Great… You speak of clothes… Are they similar to ours?”

“Not terribly so… As you can see, instead of fore legs, we have arms and hands…” You expose one such arm, moving it about to show Twilight the range of dexterity. “And that calls for a different brand of clothing. In addition, our… Eer… Do you call them mammary glands?”

“Eer… Technically, yes… The acceptable slang would be ‘teats’ I suppose.”

“I see… Well, it’s socially unacceptable to bear these in public. In fact, they’re viewed as mildly erotic. Therefore, females of the human race cover their chests. Males, too, though it’s not entirely unacceptable to see a man with his shirt off.”

“Hmm… And… The reproductive genitalia?”

“Covered almost all the time. Same as with you, we urinate from there, but without natural sheaths or tails to cover ourselves, we wear clothes to avoid exposure.”

“I see. You lack a coat… Do these clothes keep you warm in cold temperatures?”

“Not the average clothes, no, but we can make and wear a large variety for that reason. Heavier, thicker fabric and layered clothing keep us warm in the winter.”

“That’s fascinating… You’ll forgive me when I ask, but, it appears as if your… Ahem… Teats… Have weight… Do you support them?” You glance down at your chest for a moment. You’ve always sported a healthy C-cup… Your own weight has never been an issue, at least not a major one… Perhaps when running, but you have sports bras for that. Other women, though, like your mother… Not so lucky.

“We have a piece of clothing called a bra, which is short for brassiere. It supports our breasts by running a strap over our shoulders, and a cup holds the flesh up.”

“Intuitive.” Twilight smiles. “Is sex on earth viewed the same as it is here in Equestria?”

“Eer… How do you mean?” You ask. The topic of sex is both uncomfortable but not unwanted… You’re wondering if this conversation is about to go as far as you’ve been hoping it would.

“In Equestria, sexual relationships are somewhat platonic… Married couples make love almost exclusively, but polygamous relationships are commonplace.”

“It’s similar in earth… There are couples who are open about lovemaking… But there are others that find it unfaithful to mate with more than one other person at a time. It depends on the person, and varies greatly within even a single society… Some are incredibly traditional, while others are open.”

“Huh… This is more of a personal one, but how experienced are you with sex?” The question doesn’t catch you entirely off-guard, but you’re not quite ready to share the answer… Still, this is for science. And for the betterment of both races, you feel the need to share.

“Moderately so… I’m… Not unfamiliar with straight sex, but I prefer homosexual…”

“Oh. I see.” Twilight blushes a little. “You mentioned previously that these followers have made their own depictions of us, based on the show…” Twilight slowly drops to her haunches, her tail curling around her hooves. “Would you… Be willing to tell me how accurate they are?”

“… What do you mean?” You ask hesitantly.

“I mean… Would you be willing to… Look at, oh, I don’t know… Me, for instance… And tell me if other humans have maintained accuracy?”

“You… You’re suggesting I look at these photos…?”

“You don’t?” Busted. Even ponies find out you clop with ease. Silently, you curse your lack of tact.

“You got me there… I enjoy browsing the photos and videos, yes…” You admit, a little ashamed. Twilight shrugs it off, though.

“So… Are you willing?”

“Eer… Yes, I suppose… I mean, there’s a wide variety available… Some people don’t find your… Physique to be utterly appealing, and have taken it upon themselves to eer… ‘Humanize’ your appearance… Others focus on anthropology, like a cross between human and pony…”

“Wow, really? That’s incredible…” Twilight’s blush intensifies further as she smiles at you. “I would imagine that, after I get a decent look at you, I might be able to develop a spell that would temporarily transform a pony into a human… With similar physical traits and mannerisms… And vice-versa, as well…”

“You mean… Turn a pony into a human?” You ask, your heart racing at the possibility.

“Naturally. But first, could you… Affirm?” Slowly, Twilight leans back, spreading her hind legs apart. You can’t help but watch, transfixed as she exposes herself to your very eyes. Zecora and Pinkie Pie are busy watching you, but you can’t help but look inbetween Twilight’s spread legs…

“Ooh…” You mutter softly, arousal seeping forth. “Y-yes, it’s… Very similar… In fact, the two are almost identical…”

“The two?” Twilight asks, blinking. “You mean…”

“Yours and mine…”

“Can…” Twilight swallows. She glances at the other two, almost as if realizing they were still there. “Can we see?” She looks you up and down once more, her breath slowly coming in heavier pants. Unless you’re mistaken, you can see the first hints of arousal in between her delicate pink lips… “For science, of course…”

“R-right… For science…” Here it is. The moment of truth. You are about to expose yourself to three ponies, all of whom you have seen erotic renditions of, varying from human to anthro to pony… Again, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t excited. Adjusting for a moment under the blanket, you open your legs before peeling the heavy drape aside. The three ponies lean in, completely enraptured with the alien display, eagerly scanning over your exposed crotch.

Inbetween your damp thighs rests a glistening set of labia, completely hairless thanks to a rigorous shaving routine… That, and daily lotion application have made the skin around your vagina soft and smooth, addictive to touch and fun to play with… The only downside being you frequently get aroused, and have to switch panties through the day… Now, though, it doesn’t appear to matter. A chill of excitement runs up your spine as you spread your legs, letting them get a good, long look at you. The blanket falls off of your shoulders, exposing your perky breasts. Inbetween the two erotic places is a soft stomach, not very toned, but not protruding, either… You always wanted to tone up, but you have been slender and fit for the most part.

You’re quite often the object of male and female affections, and you don’t mind. The only reason you aren’t more experienced is your devotion to work and a reclusive lifestyle. If you were more social, you’d likely be dozens of times more sexually active. But your interests has led you to a life of seclusion and minimal interaction… But that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy a good lovemaking session. Every time a guy or a girl looks at you in that way, it tends to get your blood pumping… Now, though… With three attractive ponies studying your every little curve, you feel very attractive and very, very aroused.

“Incredible…” Twilight mutters after some time. She manages to tear her gaze away from your crotch to look at you in the eyes. “You’re… Enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Are you not?” You whimper softly, fighting a weak smile.

“Kind of… I am… Yes.” Twilight swallows noticeably. You can see her hips squirming slightly. “F-forgive me… It appears as if… Hnn… Our hormones are a touch more difficult to control than yours…”

“What do you mean?” You ask hesitantly.

“We can smell you.” Pinkie Pie speaks up. The first time since before you shared what you knew. “And it’s hard to resist…”

“Resist…”

“We wish to pin you down and please you,” Zecora says softly. “I can smell it in the air, the faint and heady musk… My own ambitions are bare, I’ll force it from you if I must.”

“She’s right,” Twilight chimes in. “When we… Get like this, it’s hard to resist just… Just doing it…”

Your smile is disarming to the three of them. This is what you’ve always wanted… Lifting your hips, you sway them side to side seductively, your center glistening with arousal.

“Go right ahead, girls.”

In an instant, they’re on you. Twilight came first, predominantly filling your arms. You wrap them around her hot body, feeling the warmth of her silky-smooth coat under your hands. She’s burning with temperature, it seems, and her actions are rough. She presses her mouth to yours firmly, her tongue invading automatically… You can feel that her tongue is very wet and slippery, but flat, almost like a dog’s… Her teeth nip at your tongue as you return the favor, and judging by the thing whimpers emanating from her throat, Twilight likes what she’s found. Pinkie Pie and Zecora, meanwhile, have taken to exploring the rest of your body with their hooves… Unlike what you’d imagine a real horse’s hooves to feel like, theirs are solid, but warm and smooth… They don’t have a firm edge about them, and as they slide over your sides and thighs, you wonder what that smooth warmth would feel like grinding against your aching core…

Twilight’s mouth still has you distracted. Her lips aren’t very easy to find, almost like there’s little distinction between her face and her mouth… The soft coat close to her lips, though, grows thinner, letting you feel the warm skin underneath. It’s an utterly new and completely addictive sensation, kissing Twilight… You love it. You want more. Your hands raise to her mane, digging into the long, smooth strands eagerly. Twilight groans against your mouth, her weight pushing you down… It’s difficult to judge, but if you were to stand at your full height, they would possibly come up to your chest. Now, on the ground, Twilight’s body is about as long as the distance from your head to your thighs. As Twilight lowers herself, her hips press against yours, and you can feel her wet lips press to your pubis…

“Hnn… Twilight…” You manage to gasp inbetween passionate kisses.

“S-sorry, too much?” Twilight pants. She doesn’t appear to want to stop… Thank the heavens.

“Not enough.” You pant, squirming underneath her.

“Ooh! I wonder what she tastes like?!” Pinkie Pie chirps. She had been focusing on your calf, working her way down to your ankle. Zecora was idly nuzzling your side.

“You mean, down there? On her marehood? Eer, what would you call it?” Twilight asks.

“Technically, a vagina… The slang is pussy, or more properly, a center…” You don’t want to discuss this right now. You want to feel more from them…

“Can I lick it…? Your… Pussy?” Pinkie Pie asks. Twilight’s hips lift off of yours, and in her absence you shudder.

“Please?” You whimper. “I want you to…”

“Do it, Pinkie Pie…”

“Show this human how a pony can lick and kiss… I pray that soon, she would show us the same bliss.”

“Oh, yes…” You feel your core muscles flex, seeping a little more wetness. The mere thought of licking someone, or more accurately somepony, makes you want it more. “Please… With other humans, I prefer female… Please, can I…?”

“Yeah,” Twilight pants gently, slowly raising to her hooves. “Yeah, here… I’ll… Go first…” Slowly, she walks up the length of your body, spreading her hind legs above your face. You can smell her arousal, thick and heady… There’s most definitely an animalistic sense behind the whole display, but she looks almost exactly like any other female. Pink labia, similar structure… Her clitoris is already swollen and eager… The only difference between her and any other girl you’ve licked before is that her coat leads right up to the pink labia… In fact, she looks almost like she has a soft mound circling her marehood… Perhaps, much like a male pony’s sheath, they have folds that protect them from dirt and whatnot… Twilight had to have been flared, since she was visibly wet, and the coat around her center was damp with arousal.

Slowly, she lowers her hips, bringing her exposed center down so you can reach it. With a hot breath, you open your mouth, and run your tongue over her… Twilight’s shuddering groan only helps to arouse you even more, your breath washing over her. She has a very prominent taste. To another woman, it might have been too much… But you love it. It’s so erotic and pleasing to you, you can’t help but lick again… And again… Pinkie Pie sets in on you in that moment, her flat tongue lapping sloppily at your dripping core. You gasp against Twilight, involuntarily twitching her clitoris.

“Aah! That’s… Haaahh…”

“S-sorry,” You whimper, pleasure shooting through your body. With all that’s happened today, you’re so worked up and ready, it’s hard to resist letting go right then and there.

“She tastes REALLY good…” Pinkie Pie breathes, her hot breath washing over your twitching stomach.

“Her chest heaves with every breath, and she is enjoying this greatly… I wonder if I lick her breast, if she would be return the favor kindly?”

“Yes!” You gasp, giving Twilight another long lick. “Please, please do anything you want…”

“As you wish. Fear not, child. Zecora is skilled with teeth and tongue, she will please you…” You feel another warm breath slide over your chest before a slippery, warm tongue runs over your erect nipple. Now you’re receiving and giving pleasure from three sources, and loving every last second. With another hot breath, you lean forward and pull Twilight’s marehood into your mouth, suckling her clit before delving your tongue into her twitching center.

“Aahn! S-sam, that’s really good! Oh sweet Celestia, I’m… Aah…” You lap at her over and over, alternating between sucking on her swollen clitoris and exploring inside… If you push your tongue deep enough, you can feel a small, solid spot inside of her… You prod that spot several times with the very tip of your tongue, feeling it grow, become larger… Twilight’s thighs twitch on either side of your head, and she’s starting to mean loudly atop you. Your chin and cheeks are lathered with her arousal, and you don’t care in the slightest. You want to taste more of this liquid, the heady taste filling your nose and your mouth with it’s scent, with it’s tongue-coating palette-teasing texture…

“She’s getting really wet! Wow!” Pinkie Pie takes a moment to exclaim before setting back in on you, her tongue roughly sliding over your clitoris. You can’t hold back any longer. Between Zecora suckling your erect nipples, lathering them with saliva, and Pinkie’s ministrations, you feel your orgasm rush forth in an instant. Moaning upwards into Twilight’s center, you dive your tongue deep into her, hitting that spot just as you release.

“Hmmf! Hmm!” Pinkie Pie slurps down your juice as you helplessly ooze, and Twilight shudders as her own cum fills your mouth. The taste is vile but so arousing and erotic. You fight through it, telling yourself to enjoy it… Soon enough, the taste fades into a pleasurable sort, and you swallow half a mouthful of juice. Twilight shudders and moans, still dripping as she stands up above you.

“Z-zecora… your turn… I… I want to return the favor.” Twilight pants. Zecora releases your tender breast with a smacking noise. You can feel rivulets of saliva running down your ribs… Zecora must have been getting positively sloppy with her suckling. Indeed, the dull ache of pleasure throbs all throughout your body as Pinkie Pie finishes cleaning you up down there, leaving behind a glistening, twitching pussy just ready for more pleasure.

“Let us see how skilled you are with your tongue and mouth, human female… Zecora’s juice is strong and plentiful, bound to make you hungry for more… Tonight will be long and hot, but our exertion shall not be for naught.” Zecora’s striped thighs fill your vision as she straddles your face, slowly moving lower until her own flared lips are pressed against your mouth. Her taste is almost completely different from Twilight’s, it’s much headier and musky… But you’re already warmed up, ready for anything. Twilight settles inbetween your spread legs, sniffing tentatively at your exposed pussy.

“Haah… It smells incredible…” She pants against you, eliciting a moan from your busy lips. Zecora shudders against your touch, her hips grinding against your mouth. Your teeth scrape over her clit, making the zebra jump with a loud gasp.

“She is, indeed, quite good at this… I’m afraid I might soon be filled with bliss…”

“Hahmn-“ You moan against her, your hands rising to run over her sides. You savor the feel of her warm coat sliding under your hands, massaging and rubbing her heaving flanks. All the while, you lap up every fresh wave of arousal that oozes from her, giving Twilight a fresh batch every now and then. When the purple unicorn gasps against your aching crotch, you can only guess what Pinkie Pie is up to. The scent of musk and lovemaking fill the air, permeating your every sense with these three lusty, eager ponies…

“Haah!” Suddenly, an invasion of your center makes you flex and twitch. It’s solid, whatever it is, and ridged… It feels not unlike your vibrator at home, and it even hums faintly inside of you. “T-twilight?!” You whimper, your hot, panting breath washing back into your face.

“Relax.” Twilight groans. “I’m using my horn…” You groan as the pleasure fills your body completely, the sense of penetration not missed for even a second. “Fantastic… She reacts the -ngh- same as any other pony… I wonder…”

“AAUGH!” In an instant, your orgasm rips through your body, making you shake and twitch on top of the discarded blanket.

“Yup. She reacts the exact same way to an orgasm spell as another pony.” The feeling of Twilight pulling her horn out nearly makes you cum again, your twitching slit oozing clear liquid all over. Twilight hastily laps it all up, groaning against you still. Mindlessly, your mouth returns to Zecora’s marehood, lapping at the fresh wave of juice eagerly. You swallow it all down, eager for more, eager to make Zecora cum.

“Ooh… Child, do not stop, for I am close…” Zecora pants atop you, her walls flexing now and then around your inquisitive tongue. “Please, keep going, almost there…”

“Haah…” You stretch your jaw open, pushing your tongue deep into Zecora.

“Hnn-UGH!” With a hearty grunt, Zecora cums into your mouth, dribbling a fair amount of musky, thin liquid. You swallow it all with a groan, shuddering as Twilight’s tongue finishes cleaning you up. You lose muscle coordination, your mouth hanging open as Zecora stands up. The three ponies look down at you, your panting, pleasured expression… You roll your head to the side, smiling idly at them.

“That was… Everything I ever wanted…” You moan, swallowing saliva and cum, your thighs still twitching idly.

“Thank you, Sam…” Twilight says quietly. “I hope… We can do this again… And soon…” You flex your core muscles, groaning as you do so… You’re not even sore yet. You smile and roll onto your knees, meeting Twilight’s gaze with a devious grin.

“How soon?”

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“By Celestia…” Twilight flops onto her back, her coat matted with your most recent, and last orgasm. Pinkie Pie and Zecora had idly curled up after the one prior, leaving you and Twilight to go at it… Apparently, 69 with a pony was an incredibly easy feat… You’re on your back, covered with sweat and cum, most likely reeking to high heaven, but with the stupidest, largest grin on your face. “I didn’t know you… Ngh… Had the stamina of an earth pony…”

“Or the technique of a pegasus…” Zecora mutters idly. The air is filled with the sound of your heavy pants, mingling together with the other pony’s… A few long minutes pass. You can feel sleep threatening to carry you off, the dark shroud creeping in around the edge of your vision…

“We… Need to talk to Rarity…” You hear Twilight say softly. “You need clothes… Because… Celestia needs to see you…” You blink idly, rolling your head to the side to look at Twilight.

“C-celestia…?” You whimper.

“Yeah… She needs to know about this…” Twilight lifts her head to smile at you. “Trust me… Do to her what you just did to us, and you’ll be more than welcome in Equestria…”

“Oh…” You groan, flexing sore muscles. “I hope… That won’t be for a little while…”

“Need to recuperate…?”

“Hey,” You pant softly. “When you get torn from one dimension to another and cum seven times, let’s see if you’re ready to go talk with the president for breakfast…” Twilight chuckles, just as darkness completely envelops your vision… You don’t even dream… Because all of them have already come true.

------ Notes from the Author ------

I really need to stop writing so much fucking plot into these chapters… Seriously, I was 4k words in before I even really got into it.

Hope you all enjoyed. I sure as shit did :3