Silver Spoon steps over Featherweight’s supine form, moving her hips over his. She lines up his cock to her pink cleft, and drops her hips, enveloping his shaft inside her. His eyes roll back as Silver Spoon’s warm, welcoming pussy squeezes and massages his shaft. She sinks down agonizingly slowly, a half inch at a time, loving every little breath and gasp from the pegasus underneath her. When she reaches his hips and his cock is completely inside her, she sighs, utterly relaxed.

She brings her hooves up and undoes the tight bun of her mane. Sleek, grey hair falls across her face and shoulders. She leans down until her face is a foot from Featherweight’s and strands of her mane tickle his face. He can smell passionfruit, with a tiny hint of sweat.

“Featherweight,” she whispers, “Turn your head left and look.”

To the left, Dinky Doo is lying face down on a blanket. She squeaks out gasps of pleasure and fast, broken moans as Pipsqueak fucks her from above. He fucks hard and fast, his hips slapping into Dinky’s perky rump. His face is a mask of lust and concentration as he fucks, biting and sucking hard on her shoulders. He thrusts with such force that her hips bounce an inch off the blanket with each stroke. Dinky’s face is scrunched up and bright red, horn glowing, lip white from biting it. She tries to say something but it just comes out as a low, long groan.

“Your best friend is fucking your marefriend, Featherweight,” says Silver Spoon, “do you fuck her like that?”

Featherweight swallows and shakes his head, still watching.

“Does she moan like that when you fuck her, Featherweight?”

“No...” he admits. He looks away, ashamed. Silver Spoon pushes a hoof to his cheek and makes him look left again.

“Don’t look away,” says Silver Spoon, “watch your sweet little marefriend get the fucking of her life from your best friend. Watch them screw like dogs, while I do this...”

Silver Spoon puts her hooves on Featherweight’s chest and raises her hips, slowly lifting off his cock. She clenches around his shaft with incredible power. It feels like his cock is being sucked inside her as she pulls off him. She raises her hind legs until only the tip of his cock is inside her, her walls massaging it frantically, the tightest part of her love holding him in a hot vice.

Then Silver Spoon drops her hips straight down, burying Featherweight’s entire length in one swift stroke.

“Oh!” cries Featherweight. Silver Spoon smirks, leans down and softly kisses his cheek.

“Mhmm, you can’t make Dinky feel like that—” she looks at Pipsqueak and Dinky, rutting frantically, Pip lapping and slobbering at her horn while Dinky screams out a trail of gibberish “—but Dinky can’t make you feel like this!”

Hips lift, squeeze, she kisses Featherweight’s neck and bites, then drops back down, grinding against him, belly flush against belly, sucking at his neck. She lifts, squeezes and drops again, and again, every movement perfectly controlled and painfully erotic, each stroke deliciously hot and blissfully tight. He moans and squirms underneath her, not taking his eyes off Dinky and Pipsqueak.

Silver Spoon puts her mouth to his ear, her soft breath tickling the tiny little hairs on the inside. “You were a virgin before Dinky. You both were.” It’s no question, a mere statement. “So inexperienced, so cute... But don’t worry,” she whispers, her measured movements speeding up as Featherweight moans and fidgets beneath her, “we’ll teach you. We’ll teach you how to fuck each other oh-so good.”

“Yesss...” Featherweight’s wings shift out underneath him and his forehooves scramble across the blanket below, as if unsure what to do with them. He’s torn between Silver Spoon on top of him and the lovers to his left. Pip is chomping the back of Dinky’s cornsilk mane, yanking it back and growling into it. Dinky’s eyes are rolled back, and she seems to be in the middle of one long, continuous orgasm.

“You can touch me, Featherweight,” says Silver Spoon, softly kissing the right of his face and neck, “put your hooves on my flanks, run them through my mane. Feel me while I fuck your hot, hard dick, Featherweight.”

Featherweight slaps two hooves to her butt as she sinks her slick, heated pussy onto his shaft. He gropes her taut, toned backside, feeling the muscles underneath shift and ripple as she works up and down his cock. She fucks faster now, her haunches slapping as they hit his hips, and he can’t control the tiny gasps and moans that come from his mouth as this brazen hussy screws him better than his marefriend ever has. His back arches as she bites down on his neck in the exact same spot as before, now even more sensitive.

“Silver... I don’t — I’m gonna...” He bites his lip from the shame and the pleasure, knowing he won’t last long. He has some stamina, but Silver Spoon is going to make him climax embarrassingly soon.

“Shhh, don’t worry, just watch them,” she says, slowing down just enough to keep him on edge. They both look to the left as Silver Spoon slowly screws him. Pipsqueak thrusts erratically, sweat dripping from his mane, his face buried in Dinky’s shoulders. Dinky has a grin of utter bliss on her face and a hoof reaching up over Pipsqueak’s neck. She’s cooing and gasping, her mind rent apart from pleasure.

Pipsqueak grunts and hisses, then comes inside Dinky with a sharp yell. He thrusts a few times into her, spilling hot, sticky spunk inside her with every stroke. When he finishes, he lays on top of her, softly kissing her neck and mane. She only she sighs and smiles.

“Did you see that, Featherweight?” asks Silver Spoon, speeding up again, grinding down on Featherweight’s achingly-hard cock, “Pipsqueak just came inside Dinky. Planted his seed inside her.. Claimed her. Just like I’m going to claim you...”

Featherweight is close, so close, she’s biting his neck in the same spot, squeezing him so good—

“But not yet.”

Silver Spoon presses her lips to Featherweight’s, and dismounts. Cold air bites at his cock, and after a few seconds he’s worlds away from an orgasm once again. Featherweight’s mouth opens and shuts, a pained expression on his face. His hips thrust up at nothing. When he looks downwards he stops, ashamed and blushing.

Silver Spoon brushes her mane from her face and smiles sweetly at Featherweight. “Now, come along and let’s see Pipsqueak and your marefriend.”

They walk over to Pip and Dinky, both sitting on their haunches, breathing hard from pleasure and exertion.

“A kiss, Pipsqueak?” asks Silver Spoon. Pipsqueak nods, mane in his eyes, still catching his breath. Silver Spoon places a hoof on Pipsqueak’s shoulder, then moves in for a kiss. It’s fast and light, a flash of tongue between them.

She pulls away and turns to Dinky. “Kiss?”

“Yeah.”

Dinky and Silver Spoon share a slower kiss, sloppy and open mouthed, with no tongue. Again, Silver Spoon breaks the kiss. She looks at Featherweight expectantly.

Featherweight turns to Dinky Doo. “Hey babe — uh, do you wanna kiss?”

Dinky nods and Featherweight moves towards her, but Silver Spoon stops him with a hoof.

“Featherweight!” she chides, “Don’t be rude. You haven’t thanked Pipsqueak yet.”

“W-what?”

Silver Spoon puts a hoof on Featherweight’s foreleg and looks into his eyes. “You haven’t thanked Pipsqueak for fucking your marefriend until she came harder than you’ve ever made her come. That’s rude. You’re not going to be rude, are you?”

Featherweight pauses a moment before turning to Pipsqueak, who is leaning back on his forehooves, tired and mildly amused. “Um... thanks,” he says, not looking his friend in the eye.

Silver Spoon nudges him. “‘Thank you’ for what, Featherweight?”

Featherweight hesitates, a hard expression passing over his face. A second nudge. He scowls at Silver Spoon, but she remains impassive. “Thank you for having sex with Dinky, Pip.” Bitterness creeps into his voice.

“No, Featherweight, he didn’t ‘have sex with’ her, he fucked her like a real stallion until she came her little heart out. Thank him properly.”

Featherweight scowls and snaps, “Look, I really don’t - ahhh!” He squeals as Silver Spoon clamps her teeth around his ear and slides her tongue over the sensitive tip. He surrenders, melting against her.

She whispers into his ear, rushed and husky, “I am going to fuck you, Featherweight; every mare in this room is going to fuck you, and by the end of the night you will know carnal pleasures that you wouldn’t have imagined, let alone thought possible. We will fuck you, fuck Dinky, until every inch of both of your bodies is wonderful, fucked-out bliss. We will watch you make love to Dinky. We will teach you to fuck Dinky, to fuck her so good that everything you’ve felt so far will look like the fumblings of a drunken mule. And because you want each other so badly, you’ll learn to fuck each other better than anypony else possibly could. Do you want that, Featherweight?”

“Y-yeah...”

Silver Spoon plants a soft kiss on his ear, strokes his mane with a hoof and kisses him on the cheek. “All you have to do is work with me,” she says, voice like warm honey, “You can stop anything at any time you want, but if you want to learn, let me guide you. Can you do that?” He nods softly, his eyes shut. “You know what to do.”

Featherweight pulls away from her, and turns to Pipsqueak. “Pip, thank you for fucking my marefriend Dinky better than I ever have, and making her come the hardest she’s ever come in her life.”

Pipsqueak clears his throat. “No worries, mate.”

“Very good, Featherweight,” says Silver Spoon, nuzzling his neck. “Now, look down at Pipsqueak’s cock.” She points at his half-hard member, a little shorter and a little thicker than Featherweight’s, slick with love fluids. “He got his cock all dirty from fucking your marefriend. From doing you a favor. I think you should clean it.”

“Right, okay,” says Featherweight, “So I should get a—”

Silver Spoon looks at him flatly. “With your tongue.”

“He’s a stallion!” he blurts out.

“That much is obvious.”

Featherweight pauses. He’s heterosexual, but that’s not the problem. It’s — shameful. Utterly humiliating. Silver Spoon is asking him to suck a cock. In front of his marefriend. Not just to suck it, but to clean it, of thick cum and his marefriend’s love juices. He feels bitter rage at being in this position, humiliation at his own inadequacy, and burning shame as his cock throbs at the thought of it.

Silver Spoon stares over her glasses at him. “Featherweight, if you don’t want our training...”

“No!” he blurts, “I mean, wait, okay. Yeah. I’ll do it.” He glances at Dinky, still barely conscious from her climax, “I will do it.” He moves and lowers his head towards Pipsqueak’s lap. Silver Spoon stops him again.

“Ask permission first, Featherweight.”

Featherweight looks up at his friend’s face. “Can I clean your dick, Pip?” he asks, a quaver in his voice. “W-with my tongue?” he adds. Pipsqueak nods.

Featherweight flits his tongue out, and takes a tiny lick at the base of Pipsqueak’s length. He tastes the familiar, musky taste of Dinky’s love juices, and the bitter, bleachy taste of Pipsqueak’s cum. ’This isn’t so bad. I can do this,’ he thinks. He licks a second time, trailing his tongue from the base to the tip, sampling the sweat, semen and juices on the dick. Pipsqueak lets out a short breath from the attentions, and grins at Silver Spoon. She smiles back, her face flushed, squirming her legs together at the sight of the humiliated teenaged colt servicing his best friend.

Featherweight keeps licking, until there’s a puddle of cum and fluids on his tongue. He brings it into his mouth and swallows, feeling his own cock twitch underneath him as he does. Pipsqueak rests a hoof on Featherweight’s head, encouraging him. Featherweight starts licking again, short, fast licks, pausing to swallow the odd mouthful. He sucks along the side and feels Pipsqueak’s cock harden under his ministrations. Soon, Pipsqueak’s length is completely clean. Featherweight looks to Silver Spoon for approval. She smiles warmly at him.

“Good job, Featherweight,” she says, “Now one more thing. Pipsqueak, may I touch your fat cock?”

“Go nuts, Silvy.”

Silver Spoon places both hooves at the base of Pipsqueak’s erect cock and squeezes hard. She slowly pulls them up Pipsqueak’s shaft, keeping the pressure on right up to the tip. A large glob of pearly cum gathers at the tip of his cock.

“This is for you, Featherweight,” says Silver Spoon, “Suck it off.”

He does as he’s told. He lowers his head and wraps his lips around the tip of Pipsqueak’s member, then drags his tongue over the flat top. Pipsqueak gasps from the tongue on the most sensitive part of his length.

“Excellent.” Silver Spoon squeezes her thighs together harder, light-headed at such control over Featherweight. “Now, show your mouthful — not to me, to Pipsqueak.”

Featherweight stares up at his best friend, his bowl-cut mane parting cutely, and opens his mouth to display the cum.

“Now swallow it,” she says. He closes his mouth and drinks it down. Silver Spoon kisses his neck several times and whispers praise in his ear.

Featherweight looks back up as Pipsqueak places a hoof to his cheek. “A kiss, Feathers?”

Featherweight nods, and presses his lips to Pipsqueak’s, sharing a reserved, affectionate kiss between each other. Before Featherweight can move away, Pipsqueak puts his muzzle to his friend’s ear.

“Don’t know if you heard it, but Dinky was whispering your name the whole time,” says Pipsqueak. “Nice job there, mate.”

“Yo Pipsqueak!” comes a voice from across the room. “You got any dragon in you?”

Pipsqueak turns his head to see Spike waving for him. “Ah, must be off,” says Pipsqueak, “Apparently there’s a draconic dick with my name written all over it. You three have fun!” He dots a kiss on Silver Spoon’s cheek and trots away.

Silver Spoon looks at the two ponies close to her, Featherweight sitting up with a crimson blush on his cheeks and a straining erection between his legs, and Dinky Doo, splayed out on her back, still catching her breath from the fucking. Silver Spoon places her hoof underneath Featherweight’s chin, and trails it up to his muzzle. She peers at him over her glasses.

“Are you ready to continue your lesson, Featherweight?”

His thighs squirm and his cock twitches. “Sure,” he says breathlessly. Silver Spoon darts forward and kisses him, sneaking her tongue between his lips, tasting the hint of cum and love fluids still in his mouth.

“Let’s go see your marefriend.”

Silver Spoon trots over to Dinky and lowers her muzzle to the unicorn’s ear. She whispers something to Dinky, too quiet for Featherweight to hear. Dinky bites her lip, nodding at whatever it was Silver Spoon just said to her. Silver Spoon trails a long lick up Dinky’s horn, making her melt into the blankets. She moves down Dinky’s body and spreads the unicorn’s legs wide open, then looks at Featherweight.

“Look at her sloppy cunt, Featherweight,” says Silver Spoon.

Featherweight can’t look away. Dinky’s sex, usually a neat, pink slit, is gaping at the bottom and drooling out thick, white cum. Her haunches are matted with the stuff, clinging to the fur in ropey strands, soaking into her buttocks, dripping down onto her anus and tail. One strand of cum stretches from her right thigh to her left thigh, sitting across her pussy like a ribbon at an opening ceremony.

Featherweight swallows hard as her pussy winks, and a fresh glop of semen pours out. He doesn’t notice Silver Spoon sneaking behind him, and almost flies straight up as she wraps her forelegs around him. She kisses his ear, nuzzles his mane, and nips at the skin where the mane meets the coat.

“Pip and Dinky made a delicious creampie for you,” she says, slick and sultry, grinding against his flank. “Now be a good colt and eat it all up...”

Silver Spoon slips off of the pegasus, then goes back to Dinky, holding the unicorn’s legs wide apart. Featherweight cautiously moves towards his marefriend, lowering his head to her treasure.

“Clean the sides first and work your way in,” orders Silver Spoon.

Featherweight dips his muzzle to Dinky’s left thigh, a splotch of warm fluid tickling his nose. He licks at the slickened coat, drawing sperm and juices into his mouth, swallowing with every lick.

“Mmhm, baby, that feels so good...” coos Dinky, lifting her hips unconsciously.

Spurred on, Featherweight licks faster, nipping at the short hairs on her thighs and sucking them, drawing every drop off and into his mouth. He feels a hoof on his ear, scratching it, petting him like a dog. He looks up and sees Silver Spoon smiling at him condescendingly. He doesn’t protest; instead he rubs his ear against the hoof, encouraging her, panting softly as he cleans the last of the cum from Dinky’s left leg. He switches to the right, slurping up the thick patches of Pipsqueak’s semen. This time, he doesn’t swallow instantly. He lets the bitter, salty taste of cum and sweat linger in his mouth. Silver Spoon hasn’t told him to, but somehow he knows she’d prefer it that way. Between the taste, the petting and cleaning another stallion’s seed off his marefriend, being humiliated and shamed, used as a cumrag...

His cock twitches underneath him, begging for relief. He can feel his cock drooling precum, warm and sticky between his belly and the blanket beneath him.

“Featherweight,” says Silver Spoon, her tone crisp and clear, “when you eat her out, swallow what you must, but keep as much in your mouth as you can. When you’ve got a nice, fat mouthful of sticky cum, you’re going to kiss me. Understood?”

Featherweight lets out a moan of assent, then digs into Dinky’s slit. Dinky moans and bucks her hips at the feel of a soft tongue against her love, encouraging Featherweight as he suckles her clit and takes long, deep laps from the base to the top. He doesn’t lick up the come as much as it pours straight into his mouth, so fast he nearly inhales it and has to swallow. He can taste Dinky under all the cum, the honeyish musk he fell in love with the first drop he tasted of it.

He digs deep, his tongue snaking inside her, jizz flowing out into his mouth and over his muzzle. He seals his lips and looks up at Silver Spoon, his eyes wide and innocent, cheeks bulging, a tiny trail of sperm leaking from the corner of his mouth. Silver Spoon pulls him close and kisses him, hot and fierce. She pushes her tongue into his mouth, forcing a jet of cum, spit and love fluids to flow into hers. His eyes open wide in surprise, and he squeaks into her mouth as she runs her hooves behind his back and ruffles his secondaries. Silver Spoon starts to suck, greedily slurping the cum from his mouth into hers.

Silver Spoon breaks the kiss, leaving with her stolen mouthful, and beckons Dinky to sit up. The unicorn clambers to her haunches, and Silver Spoon wraps a foreleg around her shoulders. Silver Spoon glances out the corner of her eye to check that Featherweight is watching, then kisses Dinky. It’s a sloppy kiss, loose in both senses of the word. Trails of sperm and spit spill from their mouths, dripping down their muzzles and necks onto their chests. Dinky Doo slides one hoof up to Silver Spoon’s neck and one between her legs. Silver Spoon welcomes the hoof, squeezing her thighs around it, letting Dinky feel her heat and arousal as she kisses her.

Silver Spoon pulls away then licks the stray semen from Dinky’s mouth and muzzle. She licks downwards, kissing and nipping at Dinky’s cum-streaked neck as the unicorn sighs softly. They share more kisses, small and intimate, before Silver Spoon nips Dinky’s ear and lays her back down on the blanket. She pulls one of Dinky’s legs to the side and shuffles down between them, her ear resting against Dinky’s left knee. Turning her head to look at Featherweight, she says, “It’s time for your first lesson. Come and learn to please your mare with your tongue.”

Featherweight moves down between Dinky’s haunches, awkwardly sharing the cramped space with Silver Spoon. Silver Spoon puts a forehoof over his back, caressing the sensitive flight muscles between his wings. He shudders, and Dinky’s haunches twitch as his warm breath hits her nethers.

“Kiss it first,” whispers Silver Spoon, “kiss it softly. Show her how much you love it.”

Featherweight moves his face forward and presses his lips to her slit. He hears Dinky coo and feels a shiver run through her leg. Spurred on, he kisses twice more, mouth open, a tiny hint of her honeyish taste dancing on his tongue. He lets out a broken moan as Silver Spoon kneads her hoof hard into his upper back.

Silver Spoon purrs, grinning blissfully. She has two fresh-faced neophytes to instruct in the carnal arts, and all night long to do it...