Cheerilee helped Caramel off the floor with as much tenderness as she could manage, her body still shaking as she came down from her orgasm. Caramel lumbered over towards Big Mac and myself in a daze, pausing when he reached the coffee table in between, and then slowly walking around it with his hoof on the wood for guidance. He walked until his hoof bumped into my shoulder, upon which he stopped and eyed the ground awkwardly.

So how was this going to work?

I pondered the question as I watched Cheerilee and Snails out of the corner of my eye. I felt a tingle in my clit as Cheerilee leaned up against a nearby wall with her forelegs raised for balance and arched her back, shaking her butt and waving her tail at Snails as she presented herself.

Well, Caramel was a lot smaller than Snails, so that would make pretty much anything easier. It did, however, make the current position impossible, as only someone of Snails’ size could stand over me like that and have their dick within comfortable reach. I could try to ride Big Mac and focus on Caramel at the same time with my mouth or hand, but something told me being in control of my movement and depth on top of Big Mac’s cock would only make me focus on that more, and pretty soon I’d be riding my way to another orgasm while ignoring Caramel.

And, no part of me was willing to give up the full feeling of Big Mac being inside me. So, what would work?

I remembered Mandy, suddenly. Our third or fourth time ‘together’, she’d gone scouring through my dresser drawers in search of something embarrassing and had giggled like mad when she’d found what she was looking for; an incriminating container full of special toys that I’d only been able to shrug at when she pulled them out. A girl has needs, and I’ve said before how the guys I was finding weren’t up to snuff.

She had toys too, she’d said.

And that’s what had lead to the first night I’d ever been full in both holes. I’d played around a bit with things going... back there... but given my taste in size, the prospect of having one of my normal toys back anywhere without a sufficient lead-up or practice was a little worrying. I’d always thought the idea of anal was kind of hot, which may or may not have had anything to do with how big my butt was, and how a decent selection of guys always said it was my best feature. I knew those ones were lying though; anyone with eyes could see my tits were my best feature.

But, that night had gone well enough, and I’d cum with my face in my pillow, trying not to bother my neighbours with how loud I was being as Mandy drilled my ass and pussy with the plastic implements she’d brought from home.

That had only taken a couple glasses of wine and some lube to work up to, and tonight, I already had the wine taken care of.

“Big Mac,” I said, running my hand down his foreleg and stroking my fingertips through his red fur, “do you think you can lie down for a minute? I have an idea about how to do this, but I’m not sure if it will work.”

Big Mac nodded and, like a perfect gentleman, pulled out without protest. I imagined that getting to shoot his first load early all over my tits had probably helped him keep his cool, even being buried inside an exotic human girl’s pussy, an idea which he seemed pretty excited for in the first place.

I almost begged him back in as I felt his big, flared head pop out, but I forced myself to stay silent as I stood up, knowing that given enough excuses I’d be letting Big Mac fuck me until we both passed out from exhaustion.

As per my directions, Big Mac laid down awkwardly on the floor and took up the same position I had been in. Ponies look naturally odd on their backs like that anyway, but Big Mac’s giant pole swinging back and forth between his spread hind legs didn’t help matters. Luckily, I wasn’t in any position to laugh, what with other things on my mind and all.

“I’m not sure I can do this, but it’s worth a shot,” I said, walking to Big Mac’s new spot on the floor and positioning myself above his cock. Even the proximity of his head to my entrance made my legs shake, but I went on without falling completely. I took his shaft in my hands and pointed it at my hole, then slowly lowered myself down, groaning as I felt Mac’s head slide past my lips and properly inside me. I managed to get about halfway down his shaft before I felt any more would have me shaking and unable to move.

As I steadied myself with Big Mac’s cock inside me, I tried my best to lean forward and present my butt in Caramel’s general direction.

“You can have my other hole, okay Caramel?”

I wasn’t turned around to see his reaction, but I had a good idea of what it was.

Ideally I would have conjured a bottle of lubricant, but given the circumstance, there was no such thing to be found. Luckily I’d been leaking so steadily since the beginning of the night that my entire lower half was coated in my own juice, which hopefully meant that Caramel would have an easy enough time sliding inside my butt, helped along by his fuck-session with cheerilee and my earlier blowjob. If not... well, I’d have to figure something else out.

I heard Caramel walk up behind me and try to find a position best to enter in. Given my body being in the way of his chest, he was forced to stand half-way upright. Ponies in Equestria did stand on their hind legs sometimes, but it was fairly unusual or inconsistent, and was avoided as a rule. Caramel seemed to manage okay, though I could feel him shake a bit as he placed a hoof on my shoulder and brought his body closer.

I could feel his hardness poking into my back, and I tried to take slow breaths and remind myself not to clench up. I reached one of my hands behind my back and felt for Caramel’s shaft, eventually getting a hold of it after a few seconds of fumbling. With my teeth clenched I guided him downward, sliding his head over my buttcheeks and arching my back forward as I did so, presenting myself as best I could for him to enter. Leaning forward meant Caramel could do the same, and in the same awkward motion we both effectively fell forward, me resting my weight on Big Mac’s chest with one outstretched arm and Caramel hovering over top of me as I tried desperately not to impale myself on the rest of Big Mac’s cock. I had to let go of Caramel as I leaned, but he found his way just the same now that he was in a more comfortable position. I could feel him poke against my back door for a minute before his head got its place properly, and nestled right against my tightest entrance.

I wasn’t sure if mares in Equestria did anal – but even if they did, I was sure Caramel wasn’t used to it.

“Go slow,” I said, and pressed my butt back a little bit to help guide him in.

I felt slick enough. Caramel placed his hooves on my back for leverage as he moved. I gasped as I felt the first bit of his head pop in. My body shivered in response, and I felt a tingle in my clit as he slid forward more, getting in a few inches.

It didn’t feel as comfortable as my pussy, but the sensation was unique, and inarguably a compliment to Big Mac’s shaft buried inside my other hole. I already felt full – but, as Caramel slid further forward until I was sure at least seven inches of him was inside me, I felt full.

I wasn’t sure how much more there was until Caramel’s hips pressed against my ass. I was surprised, honestly; I hadn’t expected to be able to take him all the way inside. The distraction of Big Mac’s cock elsewhere probably helped a fair bit.

Now to attempt the treacherous task of moving.

“You guys w-will have to do most of the work,” I said, stuttering a bit as my body shuddered and begged me to collapse onto either of the two dicks working me into a frenzy. I shut my eyes, so I couldn’t be sure if either stallion had noticed my request until I felt them move. Big Mac rocked his hips up and down as best he could manage, and I raised my hips a little bit to give him more room to slip inside. Caramel did the same, though his movements were a good deal more awkward than his cousin’s. His thrusts were slower too, which was just as well, as every inch of movement inside my ass sent a new series of twitches along my skin. Again, I felt like I was going to cum after not too much more, stuffed completely in both holes. My brain felt like it was melting, like it was burning up in a fever of pleasure.

“Ohh, fuck,” I moaned as I felt Caramel bury himself particularly hard in my ass. I hadn’t put much thought into reconsidering anal – but, if tonight was any indication, it was a thing worth revisiting.

“Fuck... you guys feel so good, you’re gonna make me cum again,” I said, filled with a sudden need to vocalize my enjoyment. Maybe because of the way I’d seen Big Mac reacted when I had asked him to cum, or because if I held on to the words brimming in my brain I felt like I’d go insane.

If either pony acknowledged my potentially early warning, I couldn’t tell immediately. My eyes were swimming around in the back of my head, lost in a sea of all-consuming ecstasy. I don’t normally use flowery words like ‘ecstasy’ when I think about getting fucked, or in this case filled up by two giant dicks, but there’s really no better word for the way my brain shut off and let me feel like I was floating on a cloud of pleasure that enveloped my entire body.

A grunt or two did manage to eke their way in through the haze of my delirious enjoyment, however, with the gruffest and most noticeable one coming from below me. I opened my eyes with some difficulty, struggling to keep them parted lest they fall back to the sight of Big Mac’s cock underneath me as I rocked back and forth on top of it and lost my attention to the throes of my ecstatic feeling of fullness.

Big Mac looked like he was undergoing a similar struggle to keep himself in the present, but he managed a sort of grim smirk at me through his teeth clenched in restraint.

“I’m kinda close myself,” he said through grunts accompanying his hip thrusts. I wasn’t surprised; he’d gotten me off once already, and the way he’d cum so hard and fast when I’d whispered even the slightest bit of dirty talk towards him was enough evidence that his self control around naked human girls wasn’t as strong as he hoped.

I wasn’t about to stop. I wanted him to cum right where he was, and me along with him.

“Yes,” I said, giving my approval through another moan. I lifted one of my hands off Big Mac’s chest and threw it to my own, grasping desperately at my right breast, and then my left. My nipples felt like they were on fire underneath my palm, tingling with sensitivity that sent jolt after jolt of almost-there pleasure down my body and right between my legs. It was difficult to focus on any one thing; the way Big Mac’s cock spread my lips open so wide as I managed to jostle my hips up and down a few inches on top of his thrusting; the way Caramel’s movement had become jerky and erratic on top of his already uneven pacing; the way my free hand massaging my tits felt like a paw from some unseen accessory to the act of being fucked by two more than capable suitors, making everything feel more forbidden, and exciting, and hot, hot all over. I felt like I was going to burn up, or fall away into nothing before my body finally let me go...

I had to say something.

“I’m cum–”

But Caramel beat me to the punch. I heard his grunt in my ear and felt his forelegs plant for traction at my sides. I’d been trying to keep my mind on the intensity of my own pleasure, so I hadn’t felt Caramel’s extra hardness or the way his breathing had become quickened. Apparently that would have been all the warning I got anyway; he didn’t say a word to let me know before I felt him twitch and fire the first shot of his payload inside my ass. To my surprise, I could feel every drop as it sprayed inside me; it was warm, and wet.

That was enough to push me over.

I didn’t manage to finish my announcement for Big Mac’s sake, but I knew he’d been waiting for me, so there were no surprises. I felt Caramel’s second jet as I scraped my fingers over Big Mac’s chest, raking my nails over his soft, red fur and mouthing wordlessly as my orgasm overtook me. I wanted desperately to tell him I was cumming, that he was making me cum, how good it felt having him inside me, the first anyone I’d ever let inside me that felt big enough for me to enjoy myself as much as I was now – but the words wouldn’t come. My tongue lost every facet of its articulation and flopped uselessly around in my mouth as I thrashed and jerked and squeezed so tight on the perfectly sized, giant, hulking piece of meat inside me, and the more accomdating average sized one buried elsewhere.

I managed to look towards Big Mac for a moment before the lightning coursing across my skin forced my eyes shut. He looked back at me with his deep green eyes, and watched my lips move.

‘Cum for me,’ I mouthed.

The way he jerked underneath me was almost enough to throw me off balance, but the stability of his pole that I was still impaled on kept me in place. Caramel kept his movements fast and emphatic behind me as he finished himself off wedged inside my butt. Mac’s climax came differently; his strokes were slow and measured, and I could feel the shudders running along every inch of his length that he could manage inside me as he came. He pushed up, so far that I thought he might break me in half with his size, pressing up into somewhere so deep I could scarcely believe I wasn’t crying out in pain as a reflex – but if there was pain, it was buried in an all consuming wash of pleasure. My eyes were closed, but I imagined the way Big Mac’s face must be contorting as my pussy milked for every drop of his seed. I’ve never cum so hard in my life, but I felt like if I had focused I could have torn him off inside me with the intensity of my clenching. Instead, I contented myself for savouring the warm, hard texture of his member against my walls and babbling wordlessly as I thrashed on top of him, struggling to hold myself up with only my one arm for balance. My free hand had stopped minutes ago and was frozen in place, tweaking my right nipple between my fingertips. I didn’t want my hand there; I wanted Big Mac. I wanted his big luscious tongue and his mouth and I wanted him to bite me so hard it would leave marks and I’d be reminded of his giant dick inside me every time I looked in the mirror before getting dressed–

The second wave hit me out of left field. I’ve never been a girl prone to multiple orgasms, but I suppose there’s a first time for everything.

“Ahh!” I managed the most coherent verbalization I could come up with as I threw myself forward onto Mac’s chest. Caramel slipped out of my ass as I moved, which just left Big Mac, jerking his hips upwards and firing blast after blast of hot, thick cum inside my pussy. The warmth of it trickling out around his girth (as much as it could manage, given my relative tightness) made my second climax even stronger, and I used both hands on Mac’s chest, touching and pressing down and wanting to pull him further inside me even though I knew I couldn’t take it.

I opened my eyes, and Big Mac stared back at me, wide eyed, as though he was literally blown away by the enthusiasm of my reaction.

I didn’t wait; I kissed him before he could object.

I took proper time to invest myself in the kiss this time. I studied how it felt different, losing myself in the feeling of my climax and letting myself drift away into the warmth of Big Mac’s lips. The architecture of his mouth wasn’t what I’d expected; unlike a real horse, there was no great big snout or freaky jaw-line to maneuver around. It felt almost like kissing a person, except for the awareness of everything that felt just slightly ‘different’. The texture of his lips, here. The way his tongue was so much bigger than mine as I forced it inside his mouth. The way his cheeks felt under my hands as I held him there and kissed him, hard, forcefully, not wanting him to pull away. The last dribble of his cum had long since dripped down his shaft and onto his fur, but I didn’t care. I was still cumming, riding out the remnants of my second orgasm, and I wanted him there, kissing me, until I came back to Earth – or Equestria, in this case, I guess.

I gave him an extra hard, wet, passionate kiss as the last tingle of my climax settled, my clit tender just from the proximity of the best fuck I’d ever received. When I pulled my mouth away, I couldn’t keep the depraved sounding ‘ah’ from leaving my lips, or the long string of saliva that hung between my lips and his.

Big Mac looked at me as I tried my best to sit up with his rapidly deflating cock inside me. To my great delight, his cheeks looked redder than normal. He was blushing.

“Was that... as good for you... as it was for me?” I asked, panting between every few words. It felt like it was going to take a while for me to catch my breath properly.

Mac couldn’t muster up any words. He just nodded at me, and the bashful way he looked like he wanted to avoid my eyes out of modesty made me want to pull off him so I could coax his cock back to hardness with my mouth and get on top of him for a second round.

But, there was still one other pony in the room whom I hadn’t gotten to pay any attention to. Not that I objected to Cheerilee monopolizing him, in any case...

I almost expected Cheerilee to be in a perfectly timed come-down from her own climax as I looked over, but I guess the suckerpunch of my second orgasm had thrown our timing out of alignment; she did have the pleased-all-over post orgasm glow around her when I finally caught sight of her, but she was far busier than I had been after I finished. I would have been hard pressed to stand up for a few minutes after the first jolt shook my body, but Cheerilee was already hard at work, slobbing Snails’ knob like a desperate whore who needed her next month’s rent. There was something so tantalizingly desperate about the way Cheerilee sucked cock; it made me wonder if there were things her mother had taught her that she hadn’t seen fit to mention.

She wasn’t done yet though, and that meant I still had a chance.

I managed to stand up with shaky legs despite my body’s every insistence that I simply roll over and collapse into a pile of post-coital bliss. I couldn’t keep myself up though, as my knees made very clear on their threat to wobble sideways after a few seconds, so I contented myself with crawling across the carpet, still covered from my earlier facial and pearl necklace, and now leaking cum from both holes all over Cheerilee’s delicately upholstered carpet.

Cheerilee didn’t notice me until I gave her a tap on the shoulder, at which point she paused with at least a quarter of Snails’ length still in her mouth and turned her head to me. Her eyes were alight with curiosity but glazed over with the aftermath of her own orgasm – and, one of her cheeks was bulging with the head of Snails’ cock pressed at an angle in her mouth.

“Mhm?” she mumbled at me through her mouthful of dick.

Just the sight made me feel another twinge between my legs.

“Can I help?” I asked. I gestured to the oversized schlong Cheerilee was holding between her hooves and batted my eyelashes at her as seductively as I could manage through a faceful of Caramel’s  jizz that had avoided cleanup.

Cheerilee only hesitated for a second before she pulled Snails’ cock out of her mouth with a pop. She held the giant length between her face and mine and proffered it towards me like some kind of profane offering for my consumption.

“Of course,” she said, and smiled at me.

Snails was seated on one of the footrests that was normally littered all throughout the living room, which meant his cock was at an angle for ingestion I was fairly familiar with. The size wasn’t something I was used to though; normally, if I plunked a guy down on my couch with his pants off, I could bury my whole face in his lap and suck him off with minimal visibility and spillage after the fact. Snails’ cock stuck out like a plastic toy-sword wedged between the footstool cushions and movable wheels, and the prospect of fitting even half of it in my mouth seemed daunting. Cheerilee had managed to a good job gagging herself on it, making that ‘hwulk hwulk’ sound like a bad porn star in a Brazzers video, but I didn’t feel up to the task; I’ve always been more interested in slow, sensual blowjobs than choking on some guys dick. Not that any of the ones I’d happened upon previously had been big enough for that anyway.

Maybe we could meet in the middle.

I took Snails’ dick with one hand on the middle of his shaft and moved his head towards my mouth. Even at full length he felt a little floppy, which I imagined was a result of having something so big requesting enough blood flow to stay rock hard. Maybe the reason he was so slow all the time was because his brain went wanting as his dick took the rest of what his body had available.

At least unlike my previous awkward attempts to fit his dick in my mouth, this time I had maneuverability on my side. I took the whole of his head and first few inches between my lips and licked with my tongue, caressing the sensitive underside of his shaft and slurping up the coat of precum that was leaking steadily from his tip. I licked for a minute or two before pulling my head back, leaving the part of Snails’ dick I could fit inside my mouth coated with a healthy later of my spit. I looked towards Cheerilee and held the giant unit between us, pushing it towards her with an imploring look in my eyes.

Cheerilee took the hint without further prodding and lowered her mouth to the head of Snails’ cock with a wink in my direction. She took up a similar to approach to the one I’d just given, but with even more care and particular attention to the sensuality of her movement. She didn’t take Snails’ head into her mouth, but lathered her tongue over his skin almost like she was bathing him. Her tongue was much bigger than mine, which meant longer, more encompassing laps over Snails’ shaft. She licked almost all the way down to the base, restricted by only the length of her own body, before coming back up, lingering over every inch until she reached the tip again. She shifted her head a bit until she was on the far side of Snails’ shaft, and batted her eyes at me over his sizable girth.

She didn’t start moving until I lowered my own head as well, planting my lips on Snails’ cock with only the width of his member separating us. In tandem, the two of us slid our tongues along either side of the hard dick between us, leaving trails of wetness until we met just near the base of Snails’ cock. It only took us a moment’s pause before we raised our heads together and kissed, so lightly a scream for more died in the back of my throat before our lips broke apart, and we went back in the other direction, meeting again at the top of Snails’ shaft.

We were treated to one spastic jerk of the rod underneath our mouths before Snails grunted and braced his hooves against the carpet.

Cheerilee was quick enough to take that as warning, and I followed suit, meeting at the head of Snails’ cock as the first spurt of cum spewed out. If Snails had been overloaded by the sudden sight of two sexy, sweaty girls paying attention to his dick, it was apparent in the volume of his load; the first spray hit both me and Cheerilee right in the face with a velocity I don’t think either of us had been expecting. It was like a whole glassful of sticky white liquid. I opened my mouth absentmindedly to let a bit of drip onto my tongue but had no sooner tasted the first trickle when another shot came, and then another. Cheerilee and I sat there like good girls, taking as much as Snails could give us, emptying himself onto our faces until we were both coated in his jizz. Finally spent, he gave one final, childish sounding groan and untensed his muscles, settling into his makeshift seating place as his body came down from its bone-shaking climax.

Cheerilee and I were both panting. I turned to her, struggling to see through the few facefuls of cum dripping down over my eyes and nose. She looked in a similar state, but she cleaned up a decent portion of her mask with a quick once around of her tongue, reaching farther up her cheek than I’d imagined was possible. She managed to look at me through her own eye-clouding drip of semen and smiled at me despite her facial.

“My goodness,” she said, placing one of her hooves on my knee. I felt a twitch run along my skin as her soft, vaguely sticky caress met my skin. “You look like quite a mess, Samantha.”

I felt timid, suddenly, as though Cheerilee’s motherly tone was reason enough to keep quiet with no further justification. Instead of firing a boisterous response back, I simply nodded, and muttered a one word reply.

“Yes...”

“We need to do something to get you cleaned up.”

I didn’t have time to brace myself before Cheerilee’s hoof was on my shoulder, and suddenly I was on the carpet, facing up at the ceiling. I took a moment to breathe before fuchsia fur eclipsed my view, and Cheerilee’s bubblegum pink mane besides.

She grinned and me and extended her tongue.

I managed to close my eyes as she dove in and I felt the first soft tingle of her tongue on my cheek. I was a bit aghast as just how much cum she managed to lap up in one go, but it only took a few slurps before my face was almost completely clean, Cheerilee ferrying away most of Snails’ payload after several licks. She gave me a warm half-smile with her mouth closed, and I returned it before she dived in again, this time aiming her mouth at mine.

The moment her lips parted I felt the slickness of white, creamy goo on my tongue.

Cheerilee kissed me the same way she had kissed me before, making me writhe and pant and thrash desperately for more – but this time her kiss was accompanied by the transfer of all the cum she had gathered up, dripping it sensuously into my mouth. It felt like a gallon jug of sticky cream being emptied onto my tongue, but I didn’t protest even a little bit. I gulped every bit that she dolloped over, drinking the whole of the deposit that had been on my face moments before. The tide of jizz eventually subsided, and Cheerilee capped it off with a kiss so strong I could feel my heart flutter in my chest.

I felt Cheerilee’s tongue there a few seconds after. She hadn’t even given me time to catch my breath before her mouth inched down past my neck and between my breasts. Her kissing continued there, and I kept my same frantic breathing pace, finding room for my fingernails in the carpet beside me and my hips moving of their own accord against some intangible stimuli that I wanted more of. Cheerilee wasn’t as gentle as Big Mac; she started with kisses, giving the occasional prod of her tongue, but progressed quickly to more emphatic attention. First a little nip of her teeth that almost made me jump, then both her lips around my right nipple, and then my left, sucking and squeezing and sending electric shocks right down to my clit, and then biting, oh god, biting, her teeth felt so good and I couldn’t keep myself quiet–

“Ohhh, fffuck...” was the most coherent thing I could manage as I felt Cheerilee’s teeth clench on my skin, and press down until I was sure she must be leaving a mark, and it hurt, but it hurt so good and I couldn’t stop moving my hips, god damn was she good at this–

And then her mouth left as quickly as it had come, turning from teeth into just her tongue, slipping all the way across my stomach, tickling over my belly button and then at my waist, and doing a little back and forth on either side of my thighs and then just right above and please please please just a little bit lower yes there–

“Ohhhhh!” I couldn’t think of words to add, so I just moaned. I fought to keep myself from wrapping my legs around Cheerilee’s neck and instead settled for pressing them down onto the carpet, my entire body shaking upwards as Cheerilee’s tongue ran over my clit. Being full was one thing, but this was something else that I’d missed, missed so badly, and now Cheerilee was doing it and she felt a million times better than anything I could have dreamed about or done for myself alone at home. Her tongue was the perfect size, I could feel the tip of it just over the top half of my lips and the rest encompassing my clit perfectly, so warm and just stiff enough as she bobbed her head back and forth. She lowered her mouth every now and then and licked playfully at the rest of my pussy, and I could tell she was lapping up the deposit of Big Mac’s cum that was still leaking out of me, and that just made it hotter. I could feel the extra wetness of her tongue when she came back up and circled my clit again, and when she nudged her head forward and I could feel her hair against my leg and hear the cute little noises she was making, like little ‘mphs’ muffled by my sex. I was already close, I’d been close when she started kissing me, I could have cum then if she’d asked me to, but I was so glad I’d held out. I wanted to hold out longer, to make things last, but I couldn’t, not with her tongue doing that and her soft little moans and the tiny glimpse through my barely parted eyes of her flicking her tail just like that...

In keeping with the theme of the night, I didn’t manage to give her a warning, but I knew she could tell. She redoubled her attention to my clit, and I came, so hard, and I did lock my legs around the back of her head and pulled her even closer still. I hoped in the back of my head that she could still breathe okay, but she didn’t slow down a bit, so I came, good god I came, so hard Cheerilee’s face must surely be soaked, and the both of us would need so many showers, not to mention her poor carpet.

Cheerilee gave me a tap on the thigh after a little while which I assumed must mean my leg-lock was too tight. I let the final shudder of my orgasm dart through my skin and unclenched my legs, letting Cheerilee go and collapsing completely into the carpet. As rough and wet as it might have been from the assortment of fluids leaking onto it, it felt like a waterbed of relaxation at that moment, warm and welcoming and the perfect respite from complete sexual exhaustion.

Cheerilee followed suit shortly after I let her go. She was panting loudly, and I saw a tiny splotch of white on the tip of her nose before she fell towards me, landing on her side. Her breathing was so forceful in my ear it made me worry that I’d hurt her somehow, but she reassured me without speaking by placing her hoof on my stomach and tracing it around in a little circle. It tickled a bit, but I was too tired to giggle. I placed my hand on her hoof and held it still, squeezing a ‘thanks’ with my fingers.

As I closed my eyes, I became acutely aware of the other sounds in the room, three more bodies breathing and the settling of post-coital euphoria. I was spent, having cum more in a few hours than I ever had with any number of dates, and certainly more satisfyingly than I’d ever managed by hand or with the help of a toy.

It was late, and I was still a bit drunk, thoroughly exhausted, and full of hot, sticky cum, as well as still covered in a decent amount of it.

If that was any indication, it seemed to be the case that Sunday evening book-club meetings were going to get a lot more interesting in the weeks to come...

But that’s a story for another day.