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“This is a little awkward, isn’t it?” Emily murmured softly while Ben tried to make himself loosen up while he remained sitting next to her in the dark theater.

<Just a little. I keep thinking that Lance should have come.> He answered and glanced over at her, ears quivering as he tried not to stare at her.

It had been several months since they had originally started to try things together, as a threesome, it had seemed like only a week or two in his own mind, but there was no denying the passage of time. It had its awkward moments, especially the first few weeks when they were still sorting things out and the way things should have worked for one another. It was clumsy and strange, Lance had certain boundaries that he was uncomfortable with, Emily had them and even he had them, they had to find the limits and lines and respect them. Such as kissing, Lance had been quite awkward about Emily kissing Ben, it had been a hard no at first, something that had made the other stallion snort and ear pin at the sight, but things had improved. Their limits and lines were always expanding, always changing.

They now all but lived together, Emily spent the night more often than not, they were as much of a relationship as he had ever been in and it was still all terribly confusing. Most of the time he still felt as if he were a third wheel, allowed to be on the edges of their relationship, but not truly a part of it. He tried, he truly did, but he was more comfortable with Lance than he was with Emily. They were friends, to be true, but their friendship was still so new. They had avoided all the normal build up between sexual adventures and the friendship that had first started. They should have slowly begun together, rose up from friendship and into something more, but that had all been missed. He felt a bit like a fumbling stranger, one that didn’t know what he was doing or why.

“I didn’t want him to come, I wanted you to come with me.” She answered softly, barely watching the play of previews flitting across the screen, well, more like commercials. “Besides, you know the book better than he does.”

<Yes, that is true. I like the series.> Ben smiled a little bit, settling back into the specially built seat. <It’s always been a favorite of mine.>

She’s brought me here because I’ve been quiet lately, she knows how I feel. He thought ruefully, looking at the screen.

It was a date, an actual date, one of many that they had been going on lately, it had just taken him half a dozen of the little dates to realize them for what they really were! It had started with causal and innocent offers to grab something to eat, or to go see something that was going on down town or to galleries. He had thought it was simply because his schedule was a little more open when she had free time and wanted to do things. Eventually he picked up that she places and things that they could still talk at or interact, she was trying to get to know him. That had made him embarrassed and even a bit daunted by the fact that they were going on little dates. He hadn’t known what to think, except to try and talk to Lance about it, he’d half expected his friend to have a fit of jealousy or possessiveness. What he’d gotten was the opposite.

He was encouraged to get to know Emily better, something that made him not entirely sure about the situation. It was the first real effort to offer him a chance to put him in a position where he was more than simply someone they took to bed, it was a way to engage him emotionally. It had been easier when he’d thought he was just going along with Emily because she didn’t want to go alone, knowing they were small dates made him feel tense and eager to please. He didn’t know how to date like this, it wasn’t a proper relationship, at least not a normal one, he was struggling along while Emily seemed at ease beside him. He wanted to impress her, but he also didn’t want to appear as if he were trying to force anything. It was an untenable situation that made him nervous beyond measure.

Still, she was doing her best to find common ground with him, and she had surprisingly found it. The Prophecy Cycle series was both of one of their favorite books, he had all the original copies from when he had been human as well as the especially enlarged version meant for unicorns. It was a thrilling story series, filled with a heroine that was set on the road with a man who had been turned into a unicorn by a Curse, not simply by his virginity. The black and white stallion was her companion and guard as the young witch found her powers out, their love blossoming together in a hotly romantic series that had been lauded as little more than soft pornography by some notable critics, but it still had a heavy following.

“The first movie was alright, but I think that I would have enjoyed it better if I hadn’t read the book first.” She murmured softly to him, making him shift his eyes towards her. The theater was dark, not completely dark, but dim enough that her features were hidden slightly.

<Well, probably you would have, but if you hadn’t read the book first you probably wouldn’t have understood the little easter eggs that had hidden.> He tried to smile as he spoke, feeling the way that she was so close that they were almost touching.

“Probably not, but it was still very good. This one has good reviews as well. I just knew that you’d like it.” She confessed and casually leaned over, her shoulder brushing his side.

He stiffened, just a touch, god she smelled wonderful. Her scent was now a constant in the house and with him, he was always tasting it on the air, feeling it fill his lungs, making it impossible for him to forget just how delightful she really was and what he wanted from her. Not that he could have it, he had already talked with Lance about the situation, he would never be allowed to claim that particular part of her, but other options were more than open to him. He wanted to feel slighted, but the emotion escaped him as he felt her hair tickling down along his shoulders, lightly trailing. It just felt warm and welcoming, embracing him with a sense of belonging.

<I’d always be happy to come with you. I know the books are often made fun of, but they are a great deal of fun.> He answered after a moment, feeling her hand sliding around his back to hug him. <I just wish it were easier for me to read.>

“I could read them to you, there’s a new book coming out next month, I was going to go to the bookstore late to be a part of the event.” Her voice was soft in his ear as she spoke, a warm tickle of breath. “You should come with me.”

<You aren’t going in costume, right?> He cast a look back at her warily and then pinned his ears flat back as he saw her grinning. <You are NOT dressing me up like Daniel!! That is… NO!>

“Me?” Emily giggled, the sound musical in his ears and she hugged his side tightly. “Now why would I do that?”

<Good god, do you know what that dye would do to my coat? I’d be a pinto for a month!> He grimaced a little and her laughter only increased as he put horror into his mind voice.

“Oh come on, you have to admit, if you were Daniel and I was Lydia we’d make quite a pair. Lance won’t even think about it, he thinks that the books are drivel.” She ribbed him lightly, making Ben turn his head to playfully nudge his nose against her with a smile teasing the edges of his lips.

Some of his tension eased as they began to tease one another about going to the book signing. He would have been horribly embarrassed if his coat had been dyed to match that of the lead unicorn’s role, but as they laughed and became more animated, he had to admit that if she had asked him in truth, he very likely would have done it. He liked Emily. It wasn’t just that he liked her as a lover, he liked her as a friend. It was still strange getting to know her in such a backwards manner, but sitting the darkening theater, he felt his tense muscles relax and his attention turn to towards the screen. The fact that the human was nestled against his side just made it all the more comfortable for him. He flicked his tail out and wrapped it along her legs, returning her hug in a fashion.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Emily watched the movie with bright eyes, admiring the stallion that was playing the part of Daniel. She had read up on him a few times, Charles Philmoore was a name in holiday that had reigned for the last seventy years. The unicorn was timeless, working not only in the old black and white films but in everything in between, but it wasn’t just the unicorn on the screen doing the acting. Philmoore wasn’t his real last name, it was a shortened name of his long time lover Phillip Moore. While Charles acted on the screen with all the strength and energy that any stallion could show, his lover was the one that did the voice acting to send his voice rippling across the screen. Their mind voices didn’t translate over the screen nearly at all, but the pair of them had long since worked out how to work together, and they meshed seamlessly.

I wonder what will happen when Phillip Moore passes on. He’s nearly sixty now, eventually his voice will start to show his age. She thought as she watched the bold black and white form leap across the screen and hit a river at full gallop.

The thought was a worrying one for more than one reason as she rested her cheek against Ben’s neck and tried to keep herself from wondering just how things would be in the future. Eventually she’d age, she had the hope that she would still be desirable, but she would grow older eventually and at some point no longer be something that would be lusted after. For now, she had never felt quite as desirable as she did between Ben and Lance. She had felt so strange about the situation before this, she had felt as if she were falling on the edge of going too far for her own comfort, but as the days past things began to improve. Things began to grow steadily better, and not simply to the point she was just ‘alright’ with the situation. She began to enjoy it. She had gone into this barely knowing Ben, but as she worked to grow closer to him, she found a kindred soul.

He was a dreamer, he was an avid reader and his interests ran high towards sci fi and fantasy instead of simply historical texts. He didn’t just read what was popular, he went through everything he could find with an avid interest that delighted her. He loved movies just as much, but especially older ones that were far too campy for Lance to enjoy. He was kind and generous, his shy nature covered up the fact he had strong convictions and beliefs, a strength of will that she found attractive in him. He was a good friend, and a loyal one. She knew that he could have easily done things too fast, he could have taken advantage of the situation any number of times, but he was courteous and careful about her feelings and Lance’s as well. He was a good guy, he was funny and sweet.

He’s quite good with his tongue as well. She flushed little bit and watched as the heroine clutched to the equine neck as he surged through the water, his legs working wildly beneath him to drag her from the currents and to the distant shore. I shouldn’t really compare Lance and Ben, but he’s so gentle.

Lance had changed, but not to the point she found any objection to him. She loved and adored him, he seemed more dominant and sure of himself, almost controlling at times, but it wasn’t in a way that offended her or made her worried he was bullying. He was constantly worried about her safety, and Ben’s, often going so far as offering to come and walk them home from their late evening classes. He seemed to like taking care of them, even took pride in it, often remarking that he had trouble sleeping if she weren’t with them at night. Though, she was entirely sure that the pair still slept together if she were there or not.

And probably do more. She thought and shifted her legs up, tucking him in close beside her as Ben leaned his head against her, nestling a bit so that his lips brushed her hair.

She had yet to see the pair of them really do much aside from some oral and playful caressing of one another. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little curious about what they did together. Often she thought about what they might be doing when she wasn’t there, embarrassed that she found some ideas appealing to her. Emily had to admit that what they did together while she was there was arousing to her, often times she would lean back and watch them, trying her best to not be too terribly obvious about how much she was enjoying the way that they were playing and touching. Sometimes she toyed with the idea of asking to be able to watch, but she couldn’t exactly figure out how to do it without feeling as if she were forcing them into uncomfortable territory.

Perhaps it was because her mind was on that and thinking of what they looked like together, but she found herself watching the couple on the screen with an abnormal amount of interest. The movie was rated NC-17, yes, but it was little more than normal movie sex with carefully placed bodies as the couple began to kiss heatedly and the woman shed her shirt. It made her cheeks go hot and she curled her legs in tighter as she thought about the things she had already done, the things to come, the things that she hoped to do in the future. She licked her lips and flicked her eyes down after a moment, catching sight of something in the theater by virtue of the fact that a white tail was struggling to cover it. Ben.. was not at all unmoved by the sexual scene.

She’d never done anything with Ben on her own, she had always just let things happen with all three of them, or she was just with Lance. She had touched, held and licked every part of him there, she knew his taste and the feel of the silky skin on her naked body, but it had always been with Lance either watching or involved with them. She watched the bare hint of pale pink flesh jutting from between the young unicorn’s legs as he watched the movie, sitting up like a dog with his ears pricked forward, every evidence that he was enjoying the show and having a grand time of it. She swallowed a bit and looked away, making herself see the screen, but that was an even worst mistake to her impressionable mind.

The massive screen showed the stallion mounting the female, oh it was all tastefully done, her body hidden under him and his own parts blocked by strategic use of her legs against his hips, but it was a remarkably intense look as they were trembling and crying out. She felt her stomach warming and her hand shifted. She would have never thought of doing this before her life had changed, she had been so well behaved, but the idea of feeling Ben, of cupping him in his hand, feeling that soft silky and hard skin against her palm was beckoning. She swallowed, tongue dry, her hand reaching out to run her fingers along the exposed tip and felt the stallion shudder beside her, his breath being sucked in with a rush.

<Emily?> His mind voice was closed for just her, almost shocked as she felt along the warmth of his glans and fluttered her fingers against him.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Ben was frozen as fingers grazed against his soft glans, stroking around his exposed tip so that he nearly groaned out in absolute pleasure at the way she was caressing him, her fingers wrapping and squeezing down. He knew he was aroused, watching the scene had made him drop fast enough that he had felt a bit light headed, but it was a dark theater and no one could see that he had a hard-on beneath his stomach. Except Emily had obviously realized that he was nearly all the way dropped under his belly and stiffening rapidly in answer to the movie, but her hand made him do more than just simply stiffen. Thick precum welled out of his tip as he looked over at her with a rush of panicked embarrassment and desire, she couldn’t be serious.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.” She whispered and moved her hand backwards, her fingers moving from the tip of his cock and leaving him dropping down against his hind legs.

<I.. that’s alright.> He stammered and then tried to turn back to the movie, but then she did something that made him forget about the woman on the screen.

Her fingers moved up to her lips in the movie theater and he saw her licking out against the tips to scoop up his precum to lick away. She didn’t just wipe her hands off on her jeans and be done with it, she was enjoying the taste of him. His neck curved a little in pride at that, she enjoyed his taste, she truly did, his shaft stiffened enough that it made a heavy arch under his stomach, the wetness beading right at his cock tip. Just seeing the fact that she liked him in that way satisfied some primal urge deep in his chest, stirring him towards heated thoughts that had everything to do with her body beneath his own.

He twitched his ears backwards a little and glanced around the theater warily. It wasn’t that packed, it was a late night on a week night, there were just a few people scattered around and no one seemed to want to sit near one another. There was only one couple far back behind them and they could hardly see anything. They were on an aisle seat, but he’d see anyone that came up the line of seats to use the bathroom. No one would see what they were doing, especially not when he was so strangely built with his haunches tucked so far back. He wasn’t like a human male, he wasn’t jutting from his waist straight in the air.

<I meant you can keep doing that.> He sent, furiously blushing as he sent the thought towards her. It was as bold as he had ever been with her.

“Oh?” She startled a little, turning, he couldn’t see if she was blushing, but she moved in closer, her warm clothed body so intimately against him he could nearly groan. “What if you miss the best parts of the movie?”

<I…think I can live with that.> Ben ducked his head a little bit, forelock falling in his eyes as she shifted just at the right angle against him.

He could feel the warmth of her breasts pressed against his side, taste the warm sweet scent that filled his muzzle and made him feel almost dizzy with pleasure for it. He moved his head down and drew it in like a drug, sucking it down with his upper lip twitching a little bit before forcing his eyes back to the screen. Just the faint scent of her made his cock thicken and harden, flexing upwards as the fingers gripped around him and suddenly squeezed just behind the head of his shaft before pulling upwards. She knew just how to touch him now, she had begun to carefully watch how certain movements affected him and gauged how to best to make him squirm. Her fingers curled right at the opening of his urethra and gathered up some of the slippery precum to run over her finger tips.

He stopped himself from groaning out by clenching his jaw, keeping close to her and shuddering as she used the slippery pre to slide down his cock and began to caress over him slowly, spreading the wetness with her finger tips delicately tracing the stiffened flesh that was soon jutting up right along the line of his chest. She danced round his medial ring, her fingers encircling his cock so that he was panting shallowly, his sides heaving up and down in short bursts, eyes closing when she pumped up suddenly and he wanted to lunge forward into her touch. He couldn’t believe he was letting her do this, he couldn’t believe that this was happening, and it wasn’t because he had suggested it either. Lance wasn’t here, it was just them and she’d gone to touch him of her own volition. He splayed his hind legs, spreading them wider as her lips kissed his shoulder gently, moving towards his neck.

God I hope no one has to get up and leave. _ He thought desperately and let out a breathy pant as she squeezed his glans and licked lightly along his neck. _They had better have empty bladders down there!

~ ~ * ~ ~

Emily was shivering a touch as she felt the hard shaft pulsing against her palm, flexing and drooling precum from the tip and running towards her finger tips messily, she lavished attention on him with stroking pushes towards his base. He was tense and stiff beside her, but she could hear his heavy breaths as she worked against him. She was flushed, even her ears were burning as she licked along his neck and pumped her hand gingerly up and down along his cock tip, feeling how it stiffened and relaxed in turn depending on where her fingers danced around him. She had no idea what to expect from all of this, she had just wanted to touch him, now she could hardly believe she was sitting in the middle of the theater giving the stallion a hand job, but…

_God, this is very hot. _ She thought, feeling the forbidden chance of being caught mingle with the fact that the stallion beside her was nearly vibrating with the urge to move.

She had a sense of control, he couldn’t hump into her hand, he couldn’t try to make her hand move where he wanted it, she was entirely in control. Her hand rested between his forelegs and belly, hidden entirely from sight as she moved downwards all the way towards his haunches and the warmth of the heavy balls there. She stroked them, feeling him grunt a little bit and cast a pained look at her as she released his shaft to play with the twin orbs. They were always so soft feeling to her seeking finger tips, the short velvety fur that covered them only made it even more fascinating for her to caress. She loved the way that they felt when she curled her fingers beneath the heavy weight and rolled them, and she was rewarded with a breathy noise from the stallion, his head turning back towards her as she nuzzled into his neck.

Ben always smelled like warm bread to her, it was an odd smell, but she loved it, it was earthy and rich as she teased the heavy balls back and forth against her finger tips, feeling and hearing the cock bumping up against his belly as he flexed it. She’d learned that he didn’t really control that motion, it was mostly just instinctual that sent it leaping up against his belly and slapping roughly before it drooped down to the ground again. It was supposed to help when they were having sex, like a real horse with a mare, but it was strange looking all the same. She moved her hand up and rewarded him by gripping his base and dragging her way upwards, making Ben go nearly limp as his head drooped down and his breath came out hotly.

<God… you are such a tease.> He sent her privately, his mind voice sending out emotions of eager frustration.

“Sorry.” She whispered and tried not to giggle when he turned his head to nip playfully at her arm, and then went still as she rubbed up around his cock tip again.

He was so sensitive there, she knew just how to grip around him and turn lightly, rubbing her palm all around the tip so that his hips gave a little jerk forward. She licked and nibbled along his neck, feeling the silky hide against her lips and tongue as she played, kneading and squeezing him against her palm as precum drooled out messily against her. She wanted to move her head down to lick around the tip, to taste the salty warmth on her tongue, feel the way that his skin would be slippery slick and the faint throb of his pulse would be rippling down him. She couldn’t, but the next best thing was moving her hand down smoothly along his length, slipping all the way down past his medial ring and then pumping back upwards again.

The movie was still playing, she heard it, a faint noise in the background, but her attention was firmly on what the stallion was doing beside her and what she could do for him. She was breathing a bit faster, her legs squeezing together as she realized that she was growing more than a little bit wet. Her panties would be beyond damp when she peeled out of them, but that didn’t matter so much to her. What mattered was pumping back up and running her fingers around the blunt tipped spire, thumb sliding over the opening of the cum slit and hearing Ben’s breathy whimper that he struggled to stifle.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Fuck fuck fuck… Ben’s mind was filled the vulgarity as his eyes bulged when the fingers ran around his medial ring and he nearly leapt up to grab at her arm.

He was shiver, his haunches were pushed as far back as they could possibly go against the seat, his body tense as her fingers worked against him, pumping and gathering up the wetness to coat him with. The teasing touches kept him on edge, making him shift and side step, arching his back and shuddering in place, body ready to lunge forward as she danced her touch in circles around his glans. It was swelling wider and wider, threatening to flare out as she moved back down towards his base and suddenly her fingers went back to his pendulous sac. She always loved playing with him there, often enjoying licking him in ways that made him feel both heavily embarrassed and entirely aroused, but now it was just her fingers teasing the soft loose skin and the heavy testicles.

He had no idea what was happening with the movie, he wasn’t even looking at it, he was staring very fixedly at a spot in the corner where he could try and ignore the fact that he had the urge to jump off his seat and rear up onto Emily’s chair so he could get more than just her fingers. She was teasing him, her breath warm against his neck as she ran her other hand up to slide along his chest, rubbing and massaging, making him shiver his skin. She rubbed just behind the heavy balls and had him hiking up in the seat more than he should have, he had to force himself to sit back down as his cock flexed up against his chest. It uselessly tried to rub along the length of his chest and lower belly, barely touching him as he began to pant in short shallow bursts. He was having problems thinking and Emily was only making it worse as she trailed her fingers away from the pink sac and began to move upwards again.

It didn’t take long for her to find the heavy base of his prick, her fingers struggled to wrap around him tightly, but then she began to move upwards in a slow pull that had him lowering his head, staring at the ground studiously. She squeezed around his cock tip again, this time a bit more firmly, caressing towards the edges and pulling downwards before immediately going up again with a rapid pump that nearly brought him up and out of his seat. He wanted more, he hunched his back as much as he dared and started to pump into her hand ever so slightly, the need beginning to mount by the moment, his eyes squeezing shut. Just a little more.

He wasn’t thinking about the mess he was bound to make all over the back seats and the bottom of the chair, he was thinking only about how damned good it felt to have the hands dancing this way and that over him. His tail smacked against the ground, cracking loudly and then lifting upwards again when he snorted and gave a hunched thrust forward again. The movement was a bit harder than he meant, his cloven hooves nearly slipped off the chair as he felt his cock tip blossoming wider and wider. His balls were starting to tense up, trying to pull close to his body as his breathing changed into little huffs and snorts, using what was left of his mind to keep himself from whickering out his pleasure.

“Ben.. BEN!” Emily whispered and her hand suddenly jerked away just as he pushed against the palm, the spray of precum fell down as she jostled him and sat up.

<What?> He snapped his eyes open and then swallowed in panic as the lights rose up around them. <Shit!>

He was on the very cusp of orgasming, his mind was flushed with the very heat of his desire and he was given a very cold splash of metaphorical water as he realized the movie was over and people were getting up from their seats. He didn’t have time to think about what was happening, he dropped down to lay awkwardly in his chair and pinned his cock right between himself and seat. Just feeling the soft velvet of the chair under him made him want to squirm forward and grind against it, the need still there, almost painfully making his orbs pull between his hind legs as his breathing came in shallow pants.

Emily shifted beside him, straightening up and moving her hand to one side of her lap, he had enough of a look in the increased light to see it was covered in h is precum. He wanted to scream in frustration, or try and drag her off to the bathroom, or… or.. something! He hadn’t been left like this since he had been at the compound, he’d forgotten just how damn painful it was to come to the very edge of orgasm and then being denied it at the very last moment. He twitched his ears backwards and glanced towards Emily a bit ruefully.

<We aren’t going to be able to leave for… a bit.> He sent to her and shifted his haunches meaningfully as a few people trickled past them. <Not unless you want me to end up getting a fine for indecent exposure.>

“I’m sorry.” She was bright strawberry red as she spoke. “I really didn’t think about where the movie was, I really didn’t.”

_Neither did I. _ Ben thought ruefully and turned his head to give her a light nosing against the upper arm, lightly playing his muzzle against her.

<Don’t’ worry, I just can’t stand up right now.> He whickered a soft laugh. <You did your job a little too well, Em.>

~ ~ * ~ ~

Emily watched people filter by them with supreme embarrassment. They couldn’t see what she’d done to Ben, but she could all too easily imagine someone getting a glimpse of something or a theater employee coming to chase them out. Thankfully, it wasn’t that odd for people to remain for the credits, especially if they were hopeful there might be an extra scene at the end. There were even a few people sitting still and talking softly to each other, which made her relax a little bit. She was both unhappy that she hadn’t managed to have Ben go off in her hand and relieved as she realized that all of that cum would have been shot right on the chair and probably on the back of the chair in front of them.

<So um, does this mean we can see the movie again?> Ben spoke, his voice tight as he tried to calm himself down. <I didn’t really see the ending.>

“I’d really like that. I’m just sorry it didn’t get the ending we were going for.” She answered and leaned back, keeping her hands to herself in case she made it harder for him. “I didn’t mean to tease.”

<I’d say that’s okay, but I’ll have to wait for certain parts of me to forgive and forget.> He whickered laughter as he said it, taking the sting out of the playful barb.

“Hush, you know I’ll take care of you later.” She murmured and shifted a little, stretching her legs out a little bit. A thought occurred to her, making her color again just a touch as she added something to the promise. “Or Lance will.”

<Lance? He’s not really the giving sort like you are, Em.> He used her nickname again, making her feel a slight thrill at the casual tone. <I mean, he will do things, just not the sort of stuff you do. And I very much like what you do.>

“What sort of things?” She pressed and leaned backwards, seeing him glance at her with a slightly pained expression.

<Now really isn’t a good time to talk about that, not unless you want to go buy tickets for the next movie.> He interjected carefully and gave his head a little bit of a toss.

“Sorry.” She answered, not quite sorry really. “I simply wonder what sort of things you enjoy together, that I don’t see. We started this and I wanted to see you two together, and we’ve never really had it happen.”

<OH!> Ben gave his head a little jerk and looked almost as he had when she’d jerked him out of his pleasure. <That.. well. I mean, we don’t really a lot. It’s kinda painful, he tries to be gentle, but it doesn’t work well when I’m not wet there. Unlike a girl, I don’t exactly make my own lubricant and it’s a lot.. I mean… Really, let’s just let it rest for now. I’m trying to not think about things like that.>

“Oh..” She felt a little disappointed as he tried to explain. She’d imagined it being far more interesting than painful, but the idea of Ben in pain took the shine off of wanting to see it. “I guess I’d just fantasized about it being something else. Then again, I don’t really have any experience in two guys.” She flushed a little and then leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “Forget I brought it up, Ben.”

Ben continued to be silent for a bit as she left the topic off and simply stretched and propped herself up against his side to wait for him to let her know that it was a good time for them to finally leave. He seemed more relaxed as he tilted his head back and playfully lipped at the edge of her shirt before slowly shifting and sitting up. The movement showed he was in his sheath, well mostly, the tip was still peeping out, but it would be covered by his broad body when he was on all fours at least.

“Good to go?” She grinned a bit ruefully.

<Yeah, I think so.> The stallion jumped from the chair and stopped as she stood up, his white body blocking her as he twitched both ears back in a manner she had come to known as embarrassment. <Do you really mean what you said about fantasizing about us? Together? Him and I?>

“Yeah, a bit.” She answered and colored when he whickered a soft laugh. He didn’t add anything else, but moved towards the aisle and let her follow. Well, at least Ben knew about it now, though the shine had been taken out of the act knowing it hurt him.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Ben was pent up and worked up and all he wanted in the entire world was to get home and get Emily beneath him so that he would finally get some relief. Those were the thoughts that had started when they’d left the theater, but they shifted as they began to make their way back to the house. It was a warm night, if it had been cold he would have been far happier since his cock kept trying to drop down beneath his belly. His thoughts were roused, but not simply by the idea of Emily, they were lingering on what she’d said. She had fantasized about himself and Lance together, with Lance on top of him. The idea made his body go quite eagerly warm at the idea, and he had no idea why, but his mind was stuck in a loop remembering the feel of Lance’s legs around his chest and sides, the feel of the stallion pushed on top of him.

_Not that we do that often. _ He thought with a bit of amusement and tried to keep his mind on the walk and the conversation.

Most of the times that Lance mounted him it was painful, there wasn’t nearly enough lube, the other stallion didn’t go slowly enough, it wasn’t horribly painful, but it did make him ache. He could have dealt with that if they ended the session with him being able to get off, but at the end each session he was always left hard and wanting. It seemed as if just the penetration didn’t do it, at least not unless he was worked up enough that he was on a hair trigger. Like tonight. Like now. It made his ears twitch a little bit as he glanced over towards Emily as she talked about the books as if she hadn’t been giving him a hand job in the middle of the theater. He wasn’t thinking about the books or the movie, he was thinking about what was waiting for them at home.

Lance would be awake, he would likely be finishing up studying which meant that they would be walking in on him as he was getting ready for bed. It would be easy to get things towards a rather hot ending to the day, he had no doubt Emily would be eager for it as well, but tonight he wasn’t thinking about suckling on the heavy shaft or licking the sweetness of her glittering cunny with his tongue, he was thinking about how good it would feel to have the stallion pushing inside of him. He was thinking that Emily had clever hands and the large problem for both of them was the fact managing a bottle of lube was awkward at beast, and barely helpful at worst.

_I’m not thinking straight. _ He gave his head a shake, trying to shake away the rattling thoughts that made him imagine Emily holding that large pink shaft and helping to aim it.

<What did you say?> He asked as Emily went silent too long and he realized that he was starting to droop under his belly again.

“I said that we should make some plans for tomorrow if you’re free.” She gave him a bit of a look and Ben nodded his head absently.

Yes, tomorrow they could go to the book store and perhaps grab something to eat, they could take Lance too. He could take Lance. The stallion nipping at his haunches and the hot breath on the base of his tail, the possessive grip on his neck as he felt the tip jabbing around the back of his haunches with a demanding shove that would make him hike his tail upwards. Emily’s hand on his cock, her lips and touch caressing him, making sure that he got off as he was caught between the two lovers. No, between his lovers. He snorted hotly and gave his head a bit of a shake as Emily gave him another look and he glanced at the street, just a few more blocks home. A few more blocks to Lance.

<I have an idea…> He murmured, feeling his own lust fueling the words, they were hot with his need and he watched her bite her lower lip. All of that pent up need from the theater made him reckless, and he could only feel a surge of victory as Emily’s smile began while he outlined what he had in mind.

_I really should have more shame than this. _ The sane part of his mind thought, but the sane part of his mind was also quite happy being quiet so long as the night ended with the vivid picture in his mind.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Lance heard the door open and close nearly half an hour before anyone came into the bedroom, his ears twitched at the sound and he called out a greeting to them both, but they had lingered in the living room with chattering voices. Well chattering voice, it was impossible to hear what Ben was saying if they were talking just together. He would have joined them, but he wanted to get his work done first. And, it wasn’t a bad thing to give time together alone where they could be at ease. It was almost soothing and reassuring to hear their voices in the house, he always became nervous when they were out alone at night. He didn’t know why, it was just an urge that lingered deep within him that he should keep them safe, he had to keep them safe. No matter what. He had long since stopped really questioning it, he just accepted it, but the gain for them going out together was worth the risk.

Since the first night together Ben had begun to act strange, as if he didn’t know what to do and what might offend. Most of the time he was trying his best to keep out of his and Emily’s way and had only interacted when they were all in bed together. It had been alright, at first, especially while Lance had felt occasional pangs of jealousy, but as time went on, it stopped working for them. Ben’s distance worried Emily, who had wanted to get to know him even before they were lovers, and Lance became strained while Ben had grown more and more withdrawn from him. It had been his idea that Emily should start taking him out alone, though the idea of calling them dates disturbed him a bit, it was working. Ben was growing more relaxed around Emily, things were improving.

He twitched his ears a bit as he realized the house had grown quieter, the faint sound of voices gone to silence as he nosed his book closed. They had gone to see such a horrible movie tonight that he had actually been relieved to get out of seeing. They were good together, he knew that, they were getting to become friends which did his heart good. Ben was starting to be more active and do more than just lurk at the edges of their conversations and relationship. They were friends, they were growing closer, they were all becoming more comfortable with one another. He had the hopes that it would continue to improve, that they would become far more than just comfortable.

“Done studying?” Emily’s voice made his ears swing up and turn his head towards the door where she was standing, wearing a very small smile on her face and nothing else.

<Ah…yes.> He blinked slowly and flared his nostrils, unable to keep from letting his eyes slide along the soft curved body presented to him.

He had seen her naked any number of times now, and each time was just as lovely as the last, he could never forget the way that her body curved in the light or the way that she looked when she smiled at him with that expectant little smile on her face. She moved into the room, her sleek body moving closer to him as he swung all the way around. He didn’t flush, his embarrassment at her naked body and his reactions had slowly become more commonplace to his mind, but he savored it when she came in close enough to slide her fingers right along the curve of his cheeks and turned her head down so that her lips brushed against his own in a sudden pressing kiss that made his body run hot.

He didn’t hesitate or question why, he slipped his tongue out and brushed against her tongue tip with a light slide that ran over the edges, meshing together in a playful dance as he pressed forward, close enough that her breasts just lightly brushed against him. There was something indescribably sweet about feeling the naked body pressed against his own sleek furred one, the brush of it sending a shiver tracing down the length of his back while his tail snapped against the air. She smelled so sweet, even after their months together, he was still drawn into that smell with an allure that brought his sheath drooping down heavily beneath his belly, the bulbous head starting to spill outwards, drooping down far beneath him. He wasn’t controlled by his arousal, but it felt so good to give into his bodies urges, drawing in a deeper breath.

<I take it the movie was a success?> He purred into her mind, twining his tongue soundly against her own as she dropped down onto the bed near him.

Her hands were exquisitely gentle on his neck and sides, slipping against him and stroking, feeling the way that they twined towards his mane as her slight body pressed in closer. He could run his tongue along her lower lip in a swift wet line, almost tasting her sweetness as he rumbled out, the sound inhuman and vibrating against her as he opened his lips wider to work against her. Her soft gasp was music to his ears as he drew back and licked his lips, sliding his muzzle down along the curve of her neck, lipping and teasing, working his flexible lips against the sweet soft skin. She tasted faintly salty and of sweat, the warmth of Ben’s scent lingered in some places, but mostly she tasted entirely of her, an addictive blend that had him drooping further and further from his sheath, spilling out into the air with a low rumble of need.

“It was a good movie.” She breathed out against him, her cheeks flushed as she smoothed back his mane.

<Where’s Ben?> He murmured and nibbled down the curve of her shoulder, his teeth grazing against her, meandering towards the swell of her chest.

“He’ll be coming soon.” She answered breathily, shivering as he ducked his head and worked his lips right along the swell of the full breasts.

He would never take her for granted, the way that his lips found her nipple delighted him, the feel of it along the underside of his tongue made him lick outwards a bit more firmly, caressing and pushing higher up against her so that she was squirming and shivering. He used the broad length of his tongue roll under the nipple, working his lips down tight enough at times to make her whimper out in pleasure for just how sweet she sounded when she was teased. Each time they played together, his mind felt a renewed surge of wonder, pleasure and frustration as she stretched out against him. Her hand slipped down beneath him so that her fingers tips just barely ran along the tip of his cock, caressing over him while he suckled along her nipple greedily, pulling and dragging along the nub of it with renewed interest when she moaned out.

He wanted, desperately, to make her his own, he wanted to feel the way that she would cry out beneath him as he pushed himself up against her soft glistening cunny lips, stretching around him. He was nearly maddened by the thought that she was still available to any unicorn, though that part of him he carefully kept under lock and key. He never let it out, never let her hint at it, did his best to make sure that she only saw the desire he felt for her and the acceptance on the limitations he gave her. He drew his lips back with a wet noise, strands of saliva clinging along her nipples to his lips before he licked them away, muzzle already sliding along her lower body teasingly. This was all he had…for now. And for now he would enjoy it.

_God… she’s already soaking wet. _ He thought with his eyes glazing a little as he caught sight of her plump glistening folds.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Ben rarely stayed to watch the couple play together, he typically retreated to his own room or left the house when they were looking for one on one time, but today he stood in the doorway and did his best to not think about just what he was planning on doing. It was such a demeaning act, but the thoughts that galloped through him had everything to do with feeling himself being filled and seeing Emily’s reaction instead of his own pride. He watched as she reached down and began to gently coax the soft length to hardness, his eyes fixating on the way she danced around him as his own shaft flexed up against the line of his belly, slapping against himself messily, leaving wet trails running down the length and trailing to the spot just between his legs. He couldn’t get himself to go back into his sheath at this point, not after what Emily had done to him in the living room.

He flushed and tipped his ears back flat to his head, trying to avoid the visceral memory of her fingers playing with herself. She had let him lick her, but only for a little while before she had begun to get slick and aroused, then she had made him step back while he was forced to watch her fingers going in and out of herself. He tried to look at her as his cock slapped up again and remained jutting forward along the line of his chest, his breathing coming in short bursts as he saw a bare hint of how wet she was. She had been even wetter in the living room, before she had gathered that slippery arousal up and told him to turn around and lift his tail. He shivered and swallowed, his leonine tail still hiked and glittering wetly from an ample mixture of her wetness and lubricant that she had used a finger to put on him.

His cheeks colored, breathing sped up as his pucker tensed, remembering the way the slender finger sank into him so much more easily than Lance’s cock. It had been intimate and arousing, making him suck in his breath and tense as she had lubricated him to the point that it was dribbling from his pucker. He’d never actually managed his much before, it felt embarrassingly and humiliatingly like he was a female of some sort, ready and waiting for her stallion, which wasn’t far from the truth. If he had been less aroused by the idea, if he hadn’t seen the brightness in Emily’s eyes as she had talked about seeing him and Lance together, if he had managed to get off in the theater this would have been utterly unthinkable, but now.. not he was holding himself back and waiting as he watched Lance duck his head and nestle his muzzle between her legs.

She was playing it up, more for him really, but Ben felt himself reacting even with the knowledge that it was a good bit of show. Her hips were rocking slightly, arching upwards and dropping back down again, grinding up against the stallion’s muzzle so that he could see the long pink tongue being pushed out against her opening and sinking in deeper and deeper, spreading her open wide. He knew how she felt around his tongue, it made him take a slow step forward as she leaned backwards in the soft pillowed bed. Lance’s cock was swinging back and forth as he all but chased her when she scooted back, his ears pricked forward and eyes shut while he trusted his muzzle and tongue before his eyes.

_I have to go in now, it’s just being honest, is all, it is my turn to be the one to play with Emily. _ He thought nervously and twitched his ears a little bit, swallowing as he saw the larger stallion working his lips open.

It wasn’t that he was incapable of standing up Lance, it was simply that when they were in the bedroom he typically let things go and did what was asked of him or he was directed to do. He was submissive, that was the term, and what he was about to do was beyond bold for him. Bold and a bit embarrassing as he flicked his tufted tail tip, running the edges of the long leonine length along his haunch. He looked at the drooping pink length, it was large, just as large as it always was. Normally he was half afraid he’d be limping for days afterwards but Emily had told him he was well slicked up, he just had to make the move to get in front of the stallion.

Oh god. _ He thought and tipped his ears back before swallowing. _I can do this. I really can.

_ _

He didn’t need to talk himself into it, not when suddenly the stallion’s shaft flexed upwards and the haunches arched in a thrust. That movement alone was enough to make Ben remember what it felt like after the initial shock of penetration, when the heavy flesh was driving into him. He moved without a thought as the hips jerked forward again. After all, it was his turn to be the one between Emily’s thighs, and if he was doing that, he could at least give his stallion a consolation prize.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Lance was lost in the pleasure of the tight muscles working along his tongue, the way that they were suckling and pulling along him as she leaned back on the bed with soft noises that made his ears twitch up high on his head. He loved those little sounds, the moans and whimpers, the way she started to twist and shiver with pleasure, her hands grabbing at the bed to keep herself in place. He pushed harder with his muzzle, spreading his lips open wider and curling his tongue tip upwards, trying not to feel the frustration that this was as far as he would get. He had never longed for hands as much as he did in this moment, at least he could have used his fingers upon her, made her feel something other than his tongue, or something different, something to make her wriggle and squirm.

<Isn’t it my turn?> Ben’s mind voice was husky with desire as Lance started to push the thickest point of his tongue into her body. <Or am I uninvited?>

“O-of course not.” Emily panted, answering for him as the stallion pulled his muzzle backwards, feeling the wetness glittering on his lips.

_Damn. _ He thought ruefully and flicked his ears back to see the other young stallion stepping into the room, he was already hanging out and hard with arousal.

<Did you just stand there watching?> Lance snorted a bit, his ears going backwards as Ben came in closer. Sharing did have it’s downsides, he’d learned.

<For a little while, I figured you’d prefer to get her warmed up for me.> The other stallion ducked his head, the strange bobbing movement submissive as he came in close enough to nibble along the curve of Emily’s calf. <You know you’re better at that then me.>

“I absolutely refuse to play judge.” Emily breathed out, she was propped up on her elbows, a cat-like smile on her face as she watched both of them.

<Probably for the best.> Lance snaked his head out to nip his stallion-lover’s shoulder playfully and stepped back regretfully. <Don’t want to make Ben feel…>

He started to tease his best friend, but he stopped as the smaller stallion swung around and nestled his nose between their girlfriend’s thighs, but not because he was watching the show of the pink tongue lapping out. He was left staring at the hiked tail that was neatly presented to him as Ben squared his stance and shifted meaningfully. If it had been a tail twitch or innocent movement he could have ignored it, but it was a deliberate flagging of his tail that exposed the pale pink pucker nestled beneath it. It was glittering wetly, the trail had leaked down just between the ripe orbs as the thick anal ring flexed ever so slightly. There was a faintly alluring and familiar smell mingled with the stallion, more strongly than could be attributed to the fact that Emily was in the same room with them.

Lance took a step back and raised his brows a touch as his lover began to purposefully push his tongue into Emily, her whimper making the tail hike up higher so that he was all but presenting like a mare in heat. The thought made the former boy flush hotly, his ears tipping backwards a little bit as he made another move to step backwards. He wanted to reach out and nip those hind quarters, to playfully rub his nose against them and snort hotly as he reared onto his haunches as he had a few other times. Those were times he could count on one hand, if he had a hand, but they were times that gave him the most intense orgasms he could imagine as the other young stallion could take every last inch of his cock into that tight gripping passage and feel every flex and grip. He would have done just that if Emily weren’t in the room, he always felt a bit dirty, as if he were cheating on her by going that far with Ben.

Ben didn’t seem to want to take no for an answer, in an uncharacteristic move the other stallion flicked his tufted tail up high and spread his hind legs open, shifting his weight just enough that Lance’s eyes were brought back down to those lovely white haunches. His shaft flexed, leaping up in anticipation before he jerked his eyes away and forced them towards the human girl stretched out and shivering beneath the other stallion’s tongue. Emily wasn’t paying attention to Ben, at least not entirely, her eyes were locked on him and a small vixen like smile curled her lips when she saw him glance her way. He shivered a little bit as she cast a playful wink to him.

<Lance..> Ben’s voice was a bit tight sounding as he stood there, his head turned away, but there was focus on those thoughts.

<Well, if my lady does not mind that I share my affections.> He offered gallantly and Emily’s laughter was breathy and turned into a sharp gasp.

“Who do you think.. ahh.. helped get him ready?” She moved her hand down, her long fingers reaching to wrap around Ben’s tapered horn intimately.

Lance rumbled laughter and flared his nostrils a little bit, the thought of Emily helping to prepare the other stallion sent a hot flare through him. Oh he had missed out on quite a pretty picture there, especially considering he could see the slick lubricant nestled right inside of that oh so tight pucker. He didn’t know why the idea of Emily getting Ben ready made him feel a renewed surge of lust and passion, but he enjoyed the visions it created and made a mental note to be sure to have her repeat it. As it was, with her permissions acquired, he tilted his head in and nipped firmly right along the sleek white haunches, grazing his teeth against them so that Ben flinched and shivered, but didn’t move his tail an inch as it was cocked high up in the air. The stallion rumbled, sliding his muzzle up and rubbing his chin along the line of the spine, drinking in the sweet scent of Emily on the air.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Ben swallowed the urge to be embarrassed by what was happening, but found it easier when his tongue was sliding through the sleek soft folds and passage that were bared to him. He was shuddering as the hand wrapped round his horn, the grip lingering just as it had on him in the movie theater creating the most arousing sensations possible. Now, it was compounded with the intimate slip of a head along his haunches, the warmth of the breath slipping against him and teasing right at the base of his tail. The light sensations made him shiver and bare himself as much as he could, squaring his hind legs open wide, keeping them braced as best that he could when he heard Lance moving forward, crowding him as the head slipped further up. He was shaking, the earlier need and build up from the theater rising in him, but multiplied by the simple fact he was no longer trying to hide his arousal and pleasure.

_God, what must Emily be thinking? I should have at least put up some sort of struggle or hesitation! _ The thought was a brief one as his lover moved behind him, the hooves hitting the ground sharply as he prance stepped.

It all happened at once, too fast for him to do more than drop his forelegs down beneath him, his knees hitting the bed lightly so that his ass was pushed in the air when Lance reared up. The heavier stallion weighd him down, pinning him in place as the warm body slipped up while forelegs scrabbled to either side. His muzzle was forced forward right against Emily’s folds as she let out a noise of pleasure, he felt her fingers tightening around his horn, pulling at his head, but it didn’t distract him from the stallion on his back. The warm breath snuffled right near the base of his mane before the teeth lightly grabbed him. Lance had been careful since the first time to not use his teeth hard enough to hurt, but the touch of them was somehow just as enjoyable to the eager smaller stallion.

There was a lewd slapping sound before the blunt pink cock tip slapped up against his inner thighs and brushed right behind his balls. The smearing precum ran over him, slathering messily as Lance jabbed forward and rolled his balls about. The feel of it made Ben groan, his tongue pushed in deep, driving his way inwards and using his upper lip to tease right along her tender clit. He knew how much she liked that, more to the point, he’d learned how to use his mobile lips to flutter and caress, grind and rub as his tongue dragged backwards, scooping up the wet arousal. Normally at this point Lance would have been distracting her with his own length, or trying to draw her attention away, but now he was treated to her fingers deliberately using his horn to keep him on edge.

The cock tip jabbed several times against him, nudging and slipping up higher while the forelegs curled forward and clutched to either side of his hind legs. There were wild thrusts forward, the haunches thrusting forward wildly against him as they always did, but this time, his pucker was slicked over with lubricant so Lance was having to try and find the mark as he slipped this way and that. He began to pant out softly, his nostrils going open wide as his tongue pushed up and rubbed down against her clit, letting out a muffled noise as the blunt glans suddenly drove up and jabbed right up against the nestled thick ring of his passage, sliding against him before Lance tensed up. The cock tip shoved forward, a sudden powerful thrust that drove forward against him with a rough thrust that began to spread his anal passage open.

He winced automatically as he felt the thick bulging opening began to spread him open wider and wider, gaping the ring open that began to swallow the bulbous glans. Normally there was a sharp pain as he was impaled, but this time there was only a dull ache the lubrication spread along the length of the girth. The prick began to drive deeper as Lance let out a hot rumble, almost a whicker, driving forward and stuffing the anal ring in on itself as his inner passage began to stretch tightly around the shape. His walls clutched, small quivering contractions that worked to squeeze and massage along the full heavy length. He was pushed forward, tongue resting against the glistening pussy as he was impaled.

His eyes snapped open, Emily was watching, her hand gripping the base of his horn and squeezing as she watched their boyfriend sink into him. His internal muscles ached in protest, but the lubricant helped it squeeze in deeper, the walls stretching further and further. The contractions kissed around him, clutching and squeezing before the stallion drove forward again in a rough thrust. He splayed his legs open wider as his cock jutted up tight against his chest, throbbing and quivering as the ridge of the medial ring sank forward and caught right against the silky wrinkle of his pucker.

He closed his eyes and pushed forward with a flick of his tongue, no longer trying to plan his movements as he wedged his tongue into the sleek cunny lips. Emily cried out loudly as he curled his tongue tip forward, dragging backwards just an inch before the slow sink forward that was aided by the thrust forward against him, the medial ring driving forward. His inner walls clutched down tightly, the contractions spasming through his passage while Lance’s teeth shifted right up along the side of his neck with a short snort. He felt a warm rush spilling out into him, a stream of precum leaking into his passage, mingling with Emily’s arousal and the lubricant that coated him. It felt good, it felt right, his body shuddering with pleasure that was building rapidly.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Lance shuddered and drove his hips forward, feeling the slippery walls sliding around him intimately, wet and sleek feeling while the precum bubbled up from the tip and spilled deep inside of the passage. He had to hook his forelegs tight to either side to keep his balance as he forced his medial ring in and past the inner passage, sinking further and further, driving deeper as the base began to stretch the pucker open. The girth swallowed along his base, stretching him, so delightfully wet and slick. Normally he had to work to get the wet sensation going, the preucm slathered in deep, but now he was treated to the feel of the internal walls that flexed down and relax, molding along him just the way he wanted to one day feel Emily wrapped around him.

His eyes opened, meeting his lover’s eyes as she was leaning back against the bed. He didn’t know what to expect to see in her eyes, perhaps disgust or at least jealousy, but all he saw was her arousal as he sank himself home. She was watching it all, not letting her eyes venture away from him as he drove himself so far in that his heavy orbs pushed right up against the other pair. Thick ropey spills of precum were pushing out into the passage, feeling the sudden contraction that made it hard for him to drag his hips backwards, his medial ring dragging through the passage with a sweeping pull that spilled the pale pink length with a slurping noise as he nearly drew far enough back to pull his cock tip from the suckling passage.

He purposefully used slow movements with his hips, dragging and pulling backwards before driving forward again with a sharp powerful buck of his hips. His shaft sinking all the way home as he heard Ben groaning out, the stallion’s head tucked deep between Emily’s thighs. Lance shuddered and barely held still before drawing backwards again, fighting the tight internal muscles on his way out, the medial ring pulling backwards before popping free only to be driven forward again. He sawed his way through the tight quivering passage, every little tightening of the muscles a new delight that made him put more effort into the strokes that drove forward.

It felt right, it should have felt quite strange and wrong to be doing this in front of Emily, but he refused to feel shame when everything felt so terribly good. He reached out to grasp the neck a bit more firmly, tightening his hold and using it to pull himself forward. The thrusts sank in deep, the lubricant pushing out around him as he dragged his heavy flesh through the passage, feeling every time Ben went tense and tried to buck back against him. The hind legs were spread wide, straining to hold up his weight as he bore down with harder faster thrusts, his forelegs curling up tight to either side as he heard Emily let out a high pitched cry. He opened one gold eye, seeing Emily squirming in place, her body tensed and arching, struggling to keep her eyes locked on the sight of the stallions in front of her.

Lance shuddered and bucked, the powerful hind legs kicking off as he forced the tip in deep, feeling the way the walls were stretching wider around him. They were strained wide, the tip was starting to spread open wider, stretching as he hammered in shorter faster strokes, barely an inch of his prick dragging free before it stuffing it back into his lover. He felt Ben shuddering, groaning against the soft folds his tongue was working into eagerly, the scent of their girlfriend filling the air, flooding his senses. He could barely think properly as those tight walls were suddenly suckling along his length, dragging along him while it grew harder to drive in to the hilt the thicker his cock tip stretched open wider and wider. He was stretching the internal walls open wider, making him struggle to make his claim, all under Emily’s eager watching eyes.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Ben hunched his hips up higher in the air, jabbing wildly against his own stomach and chest, trying to find a way to get more sensation to his heavy shaft, pushing forward roughly. His cock was nearly painfully hard as he was filled with the taste and scent of Emily, his tongue plunging into her, jabbing and swirling through her sleek body as she held his horn. Only the hold on his horn was close to being what he wanted, but it wasn’t nearly enough as he was impaled over and over again. The shaft pushed forward with a powerful drive that sent the medial ring dragging through his body, pulling over the edges and sliding right along the internal walls, sometimes pushing right up and over the line of his prostate that made his cock flex up harder against him.

There were splatters of precum being shot out of the tip, they were coating him, thick syrupy dribbles of it were falling down beneath his belly, sometimes sliding along Emily’s legs. He pushed his tongue out and ran right up along the ridge of her clit, sliding briefly as she writhed and bowed her back up harder against him, grinding his muzzle into her slick passage. He was swallowing the taste of her, nearly gulping it down, lapping and sliding his tongue rapidly as he lost all attempt at planning his movements, he simply used his broad thick tongue to drive into her body as Lance’s movements grew ragged and swift. The tip was jabbing in deep, swelling and growing thicker, blossoming open at the tip and starting to stretch him wider, forcing his body to strain open, the faint ache forming in his lower belly.

It was enough that he started to hump in time with the stallion, struggling to keep in time as the heavy balls clapped together, the sound growing louder as his tongue was driven into Emily. He felt her walls clutching him and squeezing, the powerful muscles quivering as he dragged his tongue out and then pushed forward again, his breathing coming in short heavy pants. He couldn’t stop them, his mind was rushed and filled over with need. He snorted and pushed his tongue in as deep as it would go, stifling his groaning cries of pleasure, vibrating along the line of her cunny lips. The stallion’s hooves grabbed at him, tensing and yanking him backwards as the thrust impaled him all the way down to the base of the swollen cock, stretching him open wide, but not as wide as the tip was stretching him.

Emily’s grip on his hand suddenly clutched him, tightening down and squeezing, pulling to send a shudder rushing over his back, spilling through him until he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, he was left shaking in place as he experienced the moment of pure pleasure bursting through him. His cock flexed upwards, the sudden stiffness giving him a brief relief as he was able to thrust against his chest and between his forelegs. He dimly felt Emily’s walls begin to spasm, her orgasmic cry filling his ears as he curled his tongue tip deep inside of her body, feeling the plush folds parted around the base of his tongue. He savored the taste and feel, wildly curling his tongue inside of her, the movements driven by pleasure and need both, sliding upwards and dragging back again before the Lance suddenly drove in as deep as he possibly could.

The young stallion muffled a squeal against his neck, the legs flexed and tightened to either side of his hips as his inner walls were stretched to their limits. He was wrapped tight around the flare, the entire cock swelling and filling out inside of him, stroking and sliding along delightfully sensitive walls as the heavy balls pressed up against his own. He was caught between his lovers, his body pulsing in time with his heart as he felt a sudden throb running along the cock inside of him. He clenched down around Lance, squeezing as far as he could, molding around it before there was a sudden leap filled him, his muzzle stuffed forward right against the quivering cunny lips, his damp muzzle smeared along the edges as Lance let out a shrill triumphant cry.

The forelegs shuddered, only a heart beat before a sudden stream of thick heavy cum bubbled up from the tip and was released in a torrent inside of his passage. His inner walls were being coated in the rush of thick seed spraying inwards as his walls clutched around him. His inner walls worked and squeezed, pulling along the length greedily as his cock flexed and slapped against his chest, straining for just enough sensation to push him over the edge. His tongue slathered out, sweeping along the plush outer folds of the sweet folds, his cock jabbing and rubbing wildly against his belly, trying to get enough sensation to push himself over the edge. He was quivering, nearly there, if Emily’s fingers had just reached down to wrap around him he could have easily tumbled over the edge to that moment of pure pleasure. His tail snapped while he milked and suckled, dragging along the shaft to feel the way that the swollen cock flooded him.

Emily squirmed and shifted, starting to move up to wrap her hands along him, the slow movements timed to slip along the sweep of his cheek, making him tense up in anticipation. His ears fell back against his head and he shifted forward, or at least tried as best as he could with his forelegs tucked under him. He was on edge, his breathing coming in short bursts, heaving up and down, nearly there as Emily’s lips brushed against his cheek when she leaned forward for him.

-DEEDADEEEEDEEEDEEEEEEEEEEEE- The loud whooping ring of a cell phone made her freeze and curse under her breath.

“Shit! Shit shit…” She wriggled out from under him as Lance panted on his back, the other stallion snorting a bit hotly as he lifted his head away from Ben’s neck.

<What’s wrong?> Ben couldn’t keep the strain from his mind voice, ears tipping back against his head.

“I forgot I was supposed to be home tonight.” Emily snatched up her glowing phone with a grimace. “I’m watching my cousins.”

<Damn.> Lance grunted a little and moved backwards, making Ben whicker out and shudder as the softening cock slithered from him with a wet goopy rush of cum. His cock leaped up against with another swift pulse, slapping his belly.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry..” Emily cast a look towards Ben guiltily. “I was supposed to be home an hour ago.”

<Oh.. I.. I understand.> Ben managed, trying to filter out the fact his body was screaming for release, his cock stiff and heavy beneath him as cum dribbled from his faintly aching pucker, smearing along the back of his balls.

“I’ll make it up to you!” She grabbed up her pants and flushed, her cheeks dark red. “I promise.”

<I’ll walk you home, it’s too late for you to head out alone.> Lance snorted a little and gave her a nosing right at the small of the back. <No arguments.>

“You really don’t have to worry..” Emily answered, heading towards the hall where the rest of her clothes were tucked away, Lance following close behind.

Ben was left standing in the middle of the room, painfully hard and worked up with his muzzle smeared in the hot scent of Emily and dribbling unicorn cum from his other end. He folded his ears down flat with frustrated annoyance as their voices grew quieter, glaring down at their shared bed as he shifted, stomping his hooves backwards with a slight lash of his long ropey tail, throwing his head down and snorting out.

_It would serve him right if I used the pillows.._He thought uncharitably as the front door opened and closed.