While the Cutie Mark Crusaders and their two lovers were playing their lewd games, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had been busy training their two charges. Both Featherweight and Dinky Doo were schooled in the arts of sucking cocks, licking pussies, preening wings, tonguing assholes, worshipping hooves and screwing wantonly in every position known to ponykind. They had been trained to match their rhythms as they fucked, to communicate through feel and sight and words, to pleasure each other in ways they had not thought possible. There was no disgust or shame; Featherweight had helped Dinky suck Chowder’s cock just as Dinky had cleaned her boyfriend’s cum from Silver Spoon’s slit. Their mistresses gave the orders, and they merely obeyed.

Featherweight leans back on his haunches, Diamond Tiara propping him up from behind. A pink ribbon is tied around the base of his shaft, stopping him from coming too easily. He had just been fucking Dinky from behind, slamming into her while the two rich mares played with his wings. Diamond Tiara had pulled him off seconds before he reached his peak. Now he sits back, letting out a tiny whinny of disappointment as he feels his orgasm ebb away.

“Don’t be such a baby, Featherweight,” teases Diamond Tiara, “You blow your load when I say you can blow your load.” She punctuates her remark by chomping down on his shoulder hard. He winces, but it only makes his cock throb harder. Turning his head, he brushes his muzzle against her cheek as she continues to suck and drag her teeth over his coat. She pulls off with a sloppy *pop*, and presses her lips to his in an oddly tender kiss. His eyes close as she holds him, one foreleg across his chest, her other on his back pressing into his flight muscles. As the kiss breaks, he lowers his head and kisses her chin, relaxing completely and submissively.

Diamond Tiara laps up the attention. “Mmhm, you’re a cute little stud aren’t you?” She grinds her crotch against the small of his back as she whispers, “Eyes forward, your marefriend wants something.”

Featherweight looks and sees Dinky sitting in front of him, her position mirroring his. She’s flushed red, breathing hard, her eyes unfocused, Silver Spoon holding her from behind. Her horn shoots out tiny sparks as she grinds against the blanket, letting out a tortured whimper. She’s pleading, begging, every cell in her body exuding pure, unrestrained need.

Silver Spoon is resting her chin on Dinky’s shoulder. There’s a hint of exhaustion in her smug smirk, as if she’d just won a tennis match and planned on bragging. Her usual braids have been replaced with a loose bun, and a few damp tresses of hair fall across her face. She looks right into Featherweight’s eyes as she moves a hoof down Dinky’s stomach, trails it between her legs, slowing down to a painful crawl as Dinky’s thighs quiver and tail twitches, then gently, ever so gently, traces it over her slit. The unicorn gasps and shudders, surrendering herself to Silver Spoon, pumping her hips forward for more, only to find the hoof moving away and keeping her pleasure just out of reach.

“Dinky, you were going to ask for something,” says Silver Spoon, a sort of rushed madness in her tone.

Swallowing, Dinky looks straight at her coltfriend. “Featherweight — please — I want you so bad,” she says, practically thrusting her hips at him, displaying her needy sex, puffy lips dripping with need. “Oh baby come fuck me, please fuck me I need it ahhhh!” She squeals as Silver Spoon bites the back of her mane and yanks hard.

“You’re not asking him, you stupid skank, you’re asking us. Why should we let you fuck him? Why shouldn’t we just use him as we please and tie you up to pickle in your own juices? What can you do for us? What can you do for me?” she asks, her breath sultry against Dinky’s ear.

“I’ll — I’ll do anything, Miss Spoon, I’ll go down on you, I’ll let you fuck me, whatever you want.”

“Ooh, that’s fun, but I’m all fucked out right now. How about outside this party, you little slut? What if I want my cunt eaten after work?”

“I’ll do it I’ll eat you out wherever you want just please let me fuck him oh please—”

“Not good enough whore, I want a little slut who’ll do anything I want, what else will you do?”

“Anything,” moans Dinky, her voice thick with desperation, “I’ll lick your pussy, I’ll wear a leash and collar, I’ll lift my tail for you whenever you ask! Please, Miss Spoon!”

“Yes? Will you worship my hooves?”

“I’ll lick them clean!”

“Come to my house and be my little servant filly? Run my baths and clean me yourself?”

“I’ll be your maid please anything please!”

“Lick my ass while I sit on your face?”

“I’ll do it all night just please oh please please let him fuck me please!”

Silver Spoon giggles. “Well, that’s good enough for me.” Dinky tries to jump towards Featherweight the moment the words leave her mouth, but Silver Spoon grabs her and holds her tight. “Oh no you don’t, you haven’t asked what Diamond wants.”

Half a minute later, Dinky stops struggling and looks at Diamond Tiara. Grinning at Dinky, she says, “I’ll have everything Silvy’s having, buuuuuut I’d like something else...”

“Hnah?” It’s all Dinky can do to keep the drool in her mouth.

“I want your coltfriend too. I want you to give him to me, and let me use him while you just sit back and watch.”

“B-but...” Dinky almost stops moaning, but starts up as Silver Spoon grinds her hoof back into her slit.

“Do you wanna get fucked or not, slut?”

“...”

“Well?”

“...y-yes.”

Diamond Tiara’s grin becomes practically predatory. “That’s a nice start, but I’ll be having more. In my room I’ve got a strap-on dildo, it’s bigger than Chowder’s dick, hard as rock and covered in blunt plastic spikes. I want to tie Featherweight to my bed and force that thing inside him while you watch, with just enough lube that it doesn’t tear him up. I want you to listen to him crying and screaming while I make him my bitch, and if I’m feeling nice I’ll let you lick it clean after I’m done to spare him the job. How about that, slut, will you let me fuck your coltfriend’s ass?”

Dinky stops moaning, her breath held. Her hips are still moving against Silver Spoon’s skilled ministrations and she wants Featherweight inside of her, needs him inside of her, but there are lines she can’t cross. She can’t hurt Featherweight just to get her release, no matter how bad it burns at her. Her face falls, and a second before she says no, Silver Spoon’s voice whispers in her ear, “Look at his cock...”

She lifts her eyes to look at Featherweight. She looks at his face, but it barely registers. Her gaze goes down his body, down past his belly, down to between his legs...

His cock is strainingly erect, every little bump and vein visible as if it were carved from marble. It twitches and throbs with every breath he takes, precum glistening on the tip and running down the side.

“Yeah, he’s pretty fucking hard isn’t he?” says Diamond Tiara, “So how about it, Feathers? Will you be my butt-fucked bitch so you can give your marefriend the dicking she needs?”

Featherweight nods, slowly. “Yes...”

A pink hoof slips between his legs, and presses down sharply on his testicles. He yelps in pain and tries to clamp his thighs together, but Diamond Tiara pulls them apart.

“Yes what, Featherweight?” she snaps.

“Yes, Miss Tiara!”

She turns back to Dinky. “So how about it? Can I use your boyfriend?”

Dinky looks at Featherweight. There’s no reticence on his face, only desire. She makes up her mind. “Yes.”

The two rich mares giggle. “Well,” says Diamond Tiara, loosening her grip on the pegasus, “I think they’re ready.”

“I agree,” says Silver Spoon, before planting a kiss on the base of Dinky’s horn. “You two have fun now...” With that, they gently push the two lovers towards each other, and move away to watch from the sidelines.

Featherweight and Dinky stare at each other for the shortest of moments, before crashing together in a frantic, hungry kiss. Dinky immediately lays backwards, splaying her hindlegs wide and dragging her beau on top of her. Featherweight lines up the tip of his shaft with her love, and looks deeply into her eyes.

“Oh please,” she begs, “take me now, fuck me — mmmphhh!” She bites down on her lip, moaning as he slides inside her, gloriously blissful relief, fitting perfectly into her as if he were made for her and her alone. Their noses rub together as he hilts himself, gazing into each other’s eyes. He plants a kiss on the underside of her chin. Another, in the same place, and a third along her jawline. He kisses up to her ear, drawing a soft coo from her throat.

“‘love you” he whispers. A tiny part of him realises it’s the first time he’s told her he loves her. He saved the first time for the tail end of a lewd orgy. He almost bursts out giggling. Dinky holds him even tighter, her body almost melding against his.

“You too,” she replies, “so much.”

On the sidelines, Pipsqueak coughs out a lungfull of shisha smoke and turns to Scootaloo. “See, now that’s proper romance. Why can’t you be more like that?”

“Babe, I let you lick marmite off my nipples. How much more romantic can I get?”

“Fair point,” he concedes. “They’ve come along though, haven’t they?”

“Oh yeah,” says Silver Spoon, “When Featherweight first started he was like a dolphin trying to impregnate a watermelon. No grace at all.”

The two lovers are dimly aware that the others are talking, but can’t make out any words. They are utterly focused on each other, keeping their movements in perfect sync. Their tongues play a love song in each other’s mouths, with the slapping of hips against thighs as their bassline. Dinky ekes a whimper from Featherweight by running two hooves up his back, over his flight muscles and into his fluffy coverts.

“Now don’t — oh — don’t get me wrong,” says Ruby Pinch. She’s sitting on Chowder’s face, her train of thought occasionally derailing as his expert tongue caresses her folds. “I’m not — I’m not saying I’m a tenured professor of orgyology. I’m not saying — oh that’s good, keep doing that — that I’m like, the final arbiter of what makes a good sex party or nothing.” She pauses for a moment, relishing the sensations that course through her as she grinds on Chowder’s face. “All I’m saying is that this has been a pretty freaking awesome orgy.”

“Damn tootin’,” says Apple Bloom. She drags a hit of apple tobacco from the shisha, and washes it down with her drink. “It’s the lemonade, I reckon. I mean, y’all need good company and comfy blankets for any half-decent orgy, but it’s the little things like snacks and such that tie it all together.”

Dinky buries her face in Featherweight’s neck, muffling her cries of ecstasy as she hits her first climax. Her pussy spasms and contracts around him, blissfully tight, but he keeps thrusting, determined to give his marefriend as much pleasure as possible.

“Oh, Sweetie Belle,” calls Diamond Tiara, “I left that ribbon on Featherweight’s dick, can you like, zap it off with your horn or something?”

“Sure!” With a flash of her horn, the ribbon at the base of Featherweight’s shaft comes undone. The pegasus cries out from the sudden sensation of release, and speeds up his strokes. He kisses Dinky, a messy, thoughtless kiss with no subtlety or hesitation, one she returns wholeheartedly.

“Oh, they’re sooo cute!” coos Sweetie. “They’re like we were the night before the Summer Sun Celebration, aren’t they, Spikey?”

“Huh?” Spike’s attention is torn. He’s plunging two fingers into Twist’s slit, flitching them in and out rapidly, his palm slapping against her clit. Twist is hysterical, blubbering incoherently and thrashing her hips up and down to meet his rhythms. “You mean when Twilight was up in Canterlot and we were out on the library balcony? Aw yeah, that was freaking sweet.”

Dinky presses her lips to Featherweights neck, sucking hard as she comes for the second time, pressing her hooves into his flight muscles and feathers. It’s too much for him. He opens his mouth and drags his tongue over her horn, his strokes becoming more erratic. With a sluggish moan he climaxes, spraying a jet of semen deep inside her. He thrusts in as he comes and withdraws between spurts, so she can feel him filling her up as deep as equinely possible.

Then they are still; a flushed, panting tableau of lust and tenderness. When the applause and wolf-whistles start, they flush even brighter.

Featherweight pulls out, collapses to the side, and snuggles close to her. Dinky nuzzles him tenderly, then lifts her head to look at the audience. “How’d we do?” Her speech is breathy and shaky.

“Tens all round,” says Sweetie Belle.

“Nine from the Russic judge,” adds Pipsqueak.

“Wahey, go team!” pants Dinky. Featherweight giggles, draping a wing over her chest. He’s suddenly still, and glances sideways at Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.

“Uhh, you guys were just kidding about the butt stuff... right?”

Silver Spoon smiles at him. “All part of the act.”

“Hey, if you want to try it out...” adds Diamond Tiara. Featherweight turns red and avoids her gaze.

“She’s got you pegged mate!” says Pipsqueak.

“Ah, shut up, Pip.”

“Nothing wrong with a bit of bum fun,” he states matter-of-factly. “You two look knackered, fancy a drink?” He pushes two glasses of ice-cold lemonade towards them, which they both gladly accept.

A change washes over the room, a release of tension as if an invisible spring had uncoiled. The conversation shifts to silly, chatty little things and the intimacy becomes more intimate. If it weren’t for the blankets, the reek of sweat and sex, and the gratuitous dildos, it would look like just another get together. The evening is winding down, but no one is rushing to finish, and there’s plenty of space to sleep when it ends.

Meters away, in the dark of the closet, two unicorns muffle themselves with their hooves as they climax from their frantic clopping, their eyes glued to two tiny peepholes.

“Snips, this was like, your best idea ever,” whispers one.

“I know, Snails,” whispers the other, “I know.”

“Uh... no homo, right?”

“No homo.”