Daring’s perspective:

We now stood on the deck, by the starboard edge railing. “Goddess dammit John! Did you have to be so… so… so impossible?!” I practically yelled. It wasn’t like any-pony was really going to see or hear us anyway. He flinched in shyness. “Don’t start getting all shy and timid on me now. Stand straight and take it like a stallion! Jesus, I know neither of us are high class but did you have to be so… guh ugh…” I groaned in irritation.

I had this feeling that he had done that on purpose. Mr. Extravagant Pants was, to say the least, less than impressed by John’s manners. So unimpressed that he actually left the table right afterwards, leaving payment for the bill but took a seat by another table far away from us.

Like I said, I wasn’t by any means high class or prissy but John’s actions were… ridiculously unacceptable, like a toddler screaming to go into a candy store.

In a very quiet whisper, “I’m sorry.” John apologized. Goddess I hated it when he did that. He was like a little puppy or something. No matter how mad I got at him he’d always have that stupid apologetic attitude that touched my heart.

“John… never mind…” I groaned, defeated by his shyness. Out of nowhere he just wrapped his forelegs around me and gave me a tight hug.

“I don’t mean to screw up… I just… am accident prone… please don’t hate me for it.” He pleaded. Where the hay did this side of him come from? I could have expected this from him when he barely knew me but we were good friends now so he was a little more comfortable talking with me now. So why all of a sudden was he acting so timidly?

“John… it’s who you are. You’re a good stallion and… I would never hate you, it’s just that sometimes you… you are you, you know?” I stated and he nodded, still holding me in a tight hug. I let out a sigh and hugged back. After a few minutes he broke away from the hug.

“Well… maybe we should… I don’t know, head back to the room?” He suggested and I nodded. We headed back like he suggested, not meeting any-pony along the way, and approached the door to our parlour suite. John, being the ‘Gentlecolt’ that he was, opened the door or me.

I gave him a nudge. “Real gentlecolt.” I mused and he closed the door behind us. It was still relatively quiet and by the looks of things neither Brixie nor Billy were up yet. “I guess we should probably get those two up. We should start looking for Black Mane.” I told John and he nodded then his ears prickled up.

“I think Brixie’s up already.” He told me then trotted over to her door. I followed close behind. He didn’t even bother knocking and just opened the door, we both screamed in unison from the sight before us taking place on the bed.

“GAH!” We both screamed as we saw Brixie ridding atop of Billy who lay on his back and thrusted Brixie like a wild bull. Brixie quickly glanced back and screamed in shock, or maybe embarrassment.

In a quick play to cover herself, Brixie grabbed for a bed sheet but ended up toppling over and crashing onto the floor with a THUD. Billy quickly groaned as he rolled over and placed a pillow over his crotch.

“HAVEN’T YOU TWO EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?!” They both yelled. I gulped but John smiled.

“I get Billy’s bed.” He stated and we all gave him a shocked look. “What?! Hey if those two are close enough to make love then it would only make sense that they share a bed. Right?” John asked. I face hoofed from the comment. Only John would think of something like that at a time like this.

“Brixie… Billy… but… Brixie, aren’t you and John?...” I trailed off. Both John and Brixie gave me a curious look, looked to each other then began to howl in laughter.

Brixie managed to talk through rolling on the ground laughing. “With him? You’re not serious? It would never work between him and I. Sure he’s cute and I kissed him on stage but that was all for the act. He’s too… different for my liking and Billy here… he’s a real sweetie.” Brixie commented, getting up and pecking Billy on the cheek with a kiss.

John was the next to talk. “Yeah and you know how I am with mares. Needless to say I’m a real klutz so I tend to stay away from relationships, saves me a hassle.” I chuckled to myself from his comment. It was an understatement if I ever heard one.

I spoke what both John and I were probably thinking. “So uhm… how long have you two… you know?” I asked and Billy shrugged.

“Not long. It only began about a half hour ago when…well…” Billy began.

Billy’s perspective:

Twenty minutes ago:

I awoke peacefully as I yawned and noticed John wasn’t on the bed. I quickly recollected last night’s… bickering and remembered what had happened. I looked to the floor to see he was no longer in this room.

I shrugged as I yawned again then reached over and grabbed some casual wear: a white t-shirt and some brown pants. I mouthed my tongue around my mouth as my stomach grumbled.

As I opened the bedroom door and proceeded into the living room I did numerous shoulder stretches to try and relax my muscles which were somewhat cramped. I saw a tray of fruit and grabbed an apple, quickly taking a bit out of it with a squelching crunch sound.

I mused around and only a few moments later Brixie came into the living room. “Billy, Brixie demands that you help her find her luggage!” She demanded. I sighed, I really didn’t have anything better to do so I nodded then followed her back into her room.

She had made a mess of her suitcase. Her clothes and other things were scattered about. I looked to her. “Well… it looks like you found it… all of it.” I told her and she rolled her eyes.

“No, Brixie hasn’t. Brixie in search of a certain piece of clothing, now help her look!” She demanded and we quickly went about searching through the mess of clothes. As I began searching through skirts, dresses, capes… panties, I got to thinking: ‘What am I looking for exactly?’

I looked over to Brixie who was swaying her hips back and forth in a rather persuasive way. I lowered an eyebrow while I raised the other. “Uhm Brixie?” I asked and she looked back to me. “What am I looking for?” I asked.

“Brixie needs her cape. The magical one she uses to perform magic.” She informed me. I nodded then continued my search. As I began browsing my mind shifted back to her. I looked over my shoulder as she continued to sway her hips. She’d ever so slowly toss a garment of clothing to the side and give her flank a little wiggle.

Then my mind snapped. “Brixie… you’re uhm… you’re wearing your cape.” I stammered and she looked to the cape.

“Oh uhm… no not that one. This is the blue cape, Brixie needs the purple cape.” She informed me. ‘What was the difference?’ I thought to myself as I began to search again but my mind began to wonder.

I took a quick glance over my shoulder to her and it was like I was put in a trance. My head swayed with her hips as I watched her. She was indecent but that didn’t bother me, most ponies didn’t even wear clothes.

She began to hum a tune to herself then suddenly she flicked her tail. It was only briefly but it was enough for me to catch a glance of her pink slit which stood out from her pale blue fur.

I gasped suddenly and looked away as I felt my stallionhood start to erect. Brixie must’ve heard my gasp. “Is something wrong? Did you find it?” She asked hopefully and I shook my head.

“No… still looking.” I told her. She began to hum her tunes again and I glanced over. She couldn’t have done that on purpose… could she? I began to find my gaze wandering back to her nether region again and I watched her with a great sense of arousal.

My member stiffened to its full length and it felt cramped inside my pants. Sometimes I just wished I walked around naked like most other ponies. How John and Daring managed I’d never know. I reached my hoof to my crotch and rearranged my shaft to a more comfortable position. Brixie took now of all times to look back.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” She gasped and I gulped.

“Uhh… sorry, I gotta scratch… kinda itchy yah know?” I stated, making up a convincing lie.

“Well try to be more… concealing about it.” She ordered then began to rummage through the assortment of clothes. As soon as I was sure she was looking away I glanced back over to her.

She was doing that thing with her hips again but now her tail swished more often than not. I soon found it impossible to look away and it was only a matter of time before Brixie noticed.

“What are you…” She gasped in revolt. “You’ve been staring at The Great and Powerful Brixie haven’t you? Well I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m not only the most talented but also the most beautiful. Wouldn’t you agree?” She asked as she swished her mane to the side and raised her nose to the roof in a very up-class manner.

My mind was on a one set track with only one goal. I stood up and trotted over to her like a mindless zombie, completely in her trance. She quickly noticed my mindless trotting and gasped. “What are you… ack, hey don’t…” She was cut off as I grabbed her by the sides and forced my lips upon hers.

She struggled briefly and tried to break away. Finally she managed to do just that. “Billy! How dare you?! You do not approach a mare in such a way, especially The Great and Powerful…” She was cut off again as I connected our lips for a second time.

This time she only struggled briefly before relaxing into my forelegs. I wrapped my forelegs around her back. She quickly went to work with her front hooves and began undoing my pants as I led out bodies over to the bed.

I set her down and crawled atop of her, never once letting our lips part. As she managed to slip my pants off, my member slipped from my shorts, which she also tossed away shortly after.

She broke away from the kiss as she stroked my shaft, making me groan and grunt several times. “My-my… you certainly are… antsy, aren’t you?” She asked then giggled. “Well I suppose I’m partly to blame. I was rather… seductive, wasn’t I?” She asked in a whispering tone.

She leaned forwards and whispered into my ear in the most seductive voice I had ever heard. “My great and powerful pussy craves your worthy cock.” From her statement I tried to thrust her but she stopped me immediately, just inches from her entrance. “Ah-ah-aah! You must wait but a little longer. The Great and Powerful Brixie does not simply give this reward to any stallion. It is only those worthy enough of her. You are the only one worthy of Brixie. Brixie needs to be… warmed up. Can you handle this?” She asked and I nodded.

She quickly rearranged herself atop of my body so that her rear was right in my face. “Now… prepare your prize for the taking… but do be gentle.” She ordered me. I slowly grasped her supple flanks and spread her cheeks wide. I felt a wet tongue lick the tip of my shaft.

As I slowly leaned my face closer to her rear, her scent filled my nostrils. It drove me wild, almost over the edge… almost. Very slowly, I let my tongue trickle out of my mouth and slid from the top of her folds right down to the bottom. As I began to finish my tongue’s path I felt it roll over a slight bump. I knew exactly what this was and gave it a quick kiss.

Brixie took her mouth away from my throbbing cock and moaned. “Yes… this pleases Brixie… continue.” She moaned. I obliged in a heartbeat. I began to lather her already wet pussy with my tongue, making her lower region absolutely soaking wet.

“Mmm… yes… slide it inside me.” Brixie moaned as she encased my soul shaft with her mouth. I felt her swallow my entire member, my cock went deep into her tight throat and she ever so slowly began to bob her head.

“The Sexy and Seductive Brixie…” I muttered to myself and she perked her head up, away from my erection.

“Brixie… Brixie likes that name… but it shall only be between us.” She told me and I nodded. “And you shall be… Billy the Bull.” She gave me a sort of stupid name but I wasn’t about to complain. She began to suck on my cock again and I slowly began to lick up and down her folds then stuffed my tongue inside of her without warning.

I felt her entire rear end flex, her inner walls constricting around my tongue and trying to hold me inside of it. I began to explore her depths with my tongue and eventually I felt her slowly relax, though every now and then she’d tense up again with a sudden and sharp moan.

Suddenly she stopped, turned around then gave me a sloppy kiss. She pulled away from the kiss. “Brixie is ready… are you ready to take you prize?” She asked and I nodded.

I felt her grasp my shaft and line it up with her entrance and slowly began to slide down my entire length, taking me inch by inch. I felt her walls stretch around my cock as I…

Daring’s perspective:

Present time:

John interrupted Billy’s story telling. “Yeah as much as I love stories… I think I get the idea.” John interrupted and Billy’s look turned sour. “Just saying is all… you could have just told me the beginning then said ‘And then we made love.’ You didn’t have to go into great detail.” He chuckled.

“Fine… uhm… well if that’ll be all?” Billy asked and looked to us. John grabbed me by the shoulder, taking us both out of the room and closing the door behind us. Almost immediately I heard the duo in the room begin to go at it again. How had we not heard them when we first entered the parlour room?

“Well… I guess we wait for them to finish then go look for Black Mane.” John stated and I nodded.

Several hours later:

I groaned as I held a pillow over my face to conceal my moans, grunts and other noises that escaped my mouth. How could he go on this long, it was like he had an unrelenting endurance or something.

I groaned as I rolled onto my stomach and screamed into the bed mattress.

“YES! JUST LIKE THAT, MAKE BRIXIE CUM!” Brixie screamed. Of course I had the room next to theirs so everything that went on in there I could hear, which wasn’t helping me at all.

At first it wasn’t all that bad, just the random moan or scream every now and then but now it seemed to happen every few minutes. Don’t even get me started on how awkward it got when Billy came. Brixie would always say something ridiculous like ‘Yes, cum on my back!’ or ‘Cum all inside my tight pussy.’ Jeeze, couldn’t they have some common courtesy and just keep it down for every-pony else’s sake?

“Yes… Fill my pussy with your hot seed!” Brixie screamed. Guess not.

I rolled off my bed with a groan, deciding maybe I could go and relax in the bathtub or something. I walked out into the living room where John was just suiting up to leave. “And where do you think you’re going?” I inquired and he shrugged.

“Anywhere but here. I swear to goddess the whole ship can probably hear those two lovebirds.” John mused then left for the door.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re not leaving me alone to deal with those two.” I told him and he laughed.

“Okay, so just tag along with me.” He laughed and with that we both left into the hallways of the ship.

Author's Notes:

I seriously hope that John doesn't ask Daring to draw him wearing his custom M1911 and only his M1911... Christ that would be awkward. "Daring, draw me like one of your French stallions... wearing this." John says as he shows her his black gun. She nods and he looks to her. "Wearing only this."

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