Dine In
Lunch special, hayburger and carrot fries, only 5 bits, the words effortlessly scrawled over the stoic brown mare’s side, as she leisurely paced before the eatery. Some ponies gave her a curious glance, with a few even taking heed of her advert, though a great many went along without giving her a second look.
Sighing, Sign glanced down at her carpus, while causing the print of a watch to appear there. With the lunch rush nearly passed, she’d be able to soon take her allotted meal break; she just hoped that her friend wouldn’t be late for their date. Furrowing her brow, continuing on her seemingly ceaseless back-and-forth tour in front of the restaurant, she displayed the rolling notice of the ongoing sale.
Even in regards to other unicorns, Sign’s latent ability was an abnormality. Her magic allowed her to alter her coat, shifting its color to a midnight black with but a thought; the skill was immeasurably useful, considering she’d been mute since birth. Though she lacked the capacity to verbally speak, her sorcery did the talking for her. Quite literally - and ironically - she was often employed as a walking sign.
Several local businesses frequently hired her to advertise their wares or cuisine, although it wasn’t terribly uncommon for her to work large venues for special events or exhibits. She’d likely never strike it rich with her typical labor, yet she always managed to get the bills paid. All told, it was a relatively simple and boring affair, but it gave her a reason to get out of the house.
Come on, get your lunch here, it’s cheap and greasy, Sign repeated, her patience wearing thin. She’d been at it for a hoofful of hours already and she was growing impatient with the hopefully impending arrival of her friend. Standing near the door, she produced a large arrow on her rump, directing any would-be patrons inside.
“My, my, my...Why shouldn’t I be surprised that you’re using your best asset to garner attention…” a lilting voice chuckled, causing Sign to turn.
There, naught but a few feet away, stood a plump alabaster unicorn. Snow white from head to hoof, save for her crimson mane and tail - each streaked with a shock of black - the mare smugly smiled back at her. A smattering of freckles sat on her cheeks, just above her mischievous smirk. At the sight of her, Sign couldn’t help but grin; it was rare that she and Lilith went out with one another, so she’d be sure to relish their all-too-brief time together.
“Darling, it’s been far too long,” Lilith cooed, trotting forward to hug her friend.
Wrapping one hoof around her fellow unicorn, giving the mare a squeeze, Sign stepped away. Not my fault, since you stay cooped up all the time, she countered, scrunching her snout.
“Nothing’s stopping you from visiting more often, my door is always open for you, Dear,” Lilith demurely laughed, holding a hoof to her face.
Truth be told, each had fallen into a bit of a routine. Lilith often haunted her mansion, busying herself with art or toying with the help, since she had no concern of making ends meet. Sign, however, would occupy her free time with, as she put it, “typical nerd stuff”. Sculpting miniatures, painting them, and occasionally using said models for tabletop games were her usual ways to relax, although she wasn’t opposed to reading the periodic romance novel either.
“So, is this fine - Ahem - delicatessen a suitable location for our unforgettable luncheon?” Lilith asked, peering over at the painfully pedestrian restaurant.
As good as any, plus I get a discount, the text lazily scrolled over Sign’s chest, beneath her nonplussed face.
“In that case,” the ivory unicorn began, holding up a foreleg expectantly, “shall we?”
Sign nodded and took Lilith’s hoof in her own. Leading her friend into the eatery and selecting a small, vacant booth, the two ponies seated themselves. While the former was acquainted with the available meals - partially because she’d printed the menu on herself several times over - the latter wasn’t as familiar with what the place had to offer.
Knitting her brow, Sign noticed the distinct absence of Lilith’s companion. Bubbles, a disembodied skull, had been a confidant of hers for ages. She’d crafted the familiar as a youth, upon first discovering her ability to form constructs from ink. The floating cranium typically followed her around like a disconcerting, cynical puppy, so it was odd that he wasn’t present.
Where’s bubbles? the query materialized down Sign’s shoulder, as she eased herself back. A moment passed without reply, before she realized Lilith was too busy scanning the room. Nudging the mare’s inner thigh, with the hoof of her hind leg, she drew her friends attention.
Lilith started, as the keratinous appendage brushed against her. Positioned as she was, with her equipment dangling over the edge of her seat, Sign had nearly prodded her package. “Hmm? Oh! He’s at the manor, tending to our new maid,” she responded.
New maid? The words, replacing the former question, were punctuated by Sign cocking her head to the side.
“Yes, Mother hired some additional help for the estate. Granted, she failed to consult me about the matter, although the new servant is quite the catch, especially after I was done properly outfitting her for the role,” Lilith explained, tittering slightly.
Let me guess...the words crept over Sign’s foreleg, while she shamelessly simulated a blowjob with her hoof.
“You know me too well,” Lilith laughed, wriggling in her seat. It was true, she had equipped their new family employee with a marecock, though the girl had hardly seemed to mind.
Sign simply rolled and closed her eyes, allowing the letters SL and UT to adorn her eyelids. For as long as she’d known Lilith, the cheeky dickmare had possessed a wanton penchant for lewd shenanigans, so she wasn’t at all surprised by the admission. Retracting her hoof, caressing her friends inner thigh, she withdrew.
“Sign, behave!” Lilith giggled. The scandalous game of hoofsie, while unexpected, wasn’t genuinely unappreciated. Between the ruminations of her newly acquired staff member and subtle tease, her length twitched slightly.
Before their conversation could continue, a waitress briskly trotted over to their table and smiled congenitally at the two. “So, what can I get you young mares this afternoon?”
“I believe I’ll have the house salad and an iced tea. Sign?” Lilith ordered, looking to her friend.
Hot tea with milk and two sugars, the brown mare silently responded, extending a hoof to clearly display the message.
“Can do! It’ll be out in a jiffy!” the server responded, giving them each a nod.
Watching the waitress flee, Sign turned to her friend. You should have hired me instead, crawled over Sign’s arm, as she rested her head on her forehoof. Reclining, spreading her forelegs over the back of the seat, the dark silhouette of an illustrated cock crept up her abdomen. After all, I could give you a thorough cleaning...seamlessly flowed over her, just above the dark image of stallionhood.
Waving a hoof, Lilith averted her gaze. “Such a tease,” she sighed, fanning herself. Though the notion of embellishing her friend with a stallionhood was entertaining, she knew better. Sign understood her better than anypony, so such a development would lead to nothing but endless hijinks. Shifting in place, keenly aware of her steadily growing erection, she sought to distract herself.
“So, where have you been staying while working in Canterlot?” she asked, attempting to change the subject.
Sitting back, fully cognizant of Lilith’s effort to steer the conversation, Sign decided to indulge her companion.With a friend of mine, she responded. Coffee Caramel, at the Doppio Day. It’s a cozy little café here in town, I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it.
“You’re staying in the cafe?” Lilith pressed, askance with the notion of her friend sleeping on the floor of a coffeehouse.
Sign simply gave the mare a sidelong look and wrinkled her nose, before she resignedly shook her head. Not in the cafe, above the café. Caramel’s apartment is over the shop.
“Well, that’s certainly a relief. I’d be hurt if you thought you’d have to stay on the floor of some establishment,” Lilith huffed, put off by the thought.
Beginning to materialize a rebuke on her shoulder, Sign caught herself. She’d almost been diverted from getting her friend worked up - almost. Reclining, seemingly made herself comfortable, she indifferently looked to the side. So, about your maid…
“Oh, she’s a treat! She took the job with us after her graduation. Of course, I don’t anticipate she’ll be with us for too terribly long, although I’ll surely enjoy having her around,” the pale unicorn continued.
When did Victoria hire her? Sign asked, feeling a pang of amused pity for the poor young mare.
“Just the other week. Oh, thank you!” Lilith chirped, as their beverages were delivered. “But she’s taken to the position like a fish to water.”
A twinge of jealousy shot through Sign, though she did her best not to show it. Sipping her tea, she felt compelled to goad additional details from her friend. I hope you haven’t been too hard on her...
“Not at all, other than on her first day. Though, I must say, the poor girl was positively shocked when she ‘accidentally’ found herself swinging that log of flesh around,” Lilith giggled, remembering distressed expression her employee had gotten; clearly, she hadn’t minded that much, considering she’d succumbed to her newfound urges rather quickly.
Sensing weakness, with the topic back on course, the barest hint of a grin flashed over Sign’s face. How big? rolled over one forelimb, as her friend looked over.
“How bi…” Lilith began, before she slowly squinted at Sign. “You mean the cock I gave her, don’t you…”
Sign simply nodded, as she held her forehooves before herself; languidly spreading them apart from each other, numerals appeared on her chest. The larger the gap became, the higher the visualized measurement crept, as she attempted to decipher the approximate size of dong the poor housemaid had been outfitted with.
“About that size, I should think,” Lilith remarked, noting the counter reach nearly twenty-seven centimeters. With the length determined, having plastered the number on her shoulder, Sign moved to measuring for width. Reaching the rough girth, just over five cm across, the measurement joined the first.
Impressive...Sign silently remarked, giving a noiseless giggle.
“Not the biggest I’ve had, to be sure, but Fleur seems to be getting the hang of wielding it decently well,” Lilith commented, as her mind steadily drifted into debaucherous waters.
All the talk of stallionhoods wasn’t helping her situation in the slightest, leaving her own tool to throb lightly. Growing ever larger, gently pressing against the underside of the table, she attempted to remain collected. With any luck, the conversation would steer away from lascivious subjects and allow her to recover. Unfortunately, her company wasn’t one to let a sleeping dog lie.
Leaning to the side, peeking beneath the table, Sign smiled openly. As she’d suspected, the dickmare was rock hard, or very close to it. Lilith, while generally impish and lighthearted, was a bit deceptive; while out and about, the well-off unicorn would generally act aloof and well mannered, befitting her family’s status - although, should certain conditions be met, she could get rather indecent.
Sitting back up, brushing the mane from her face, Sign apathetically looked over at her friend. Might want to do something about that, materialized on her foreleg, as she pointed towards the dickmare’s crotch.
“Darling, exactly how do you propose I do that?” Lilith groaned, rolling her eyes.
Thoughtfully tapping her chin, Sign found herself in a pickle. Were she not on the clock, she would have gleefully wriggled under the table to choke herself on the length of inky black pony meat. Sadly, given the restaurant was a regular employer, she wasn’t willing to abandon the source of income for a throat full of dick. Still, that didn’t mean there weren’t other ways she could take advantage of the situation.
As a waitress walked by, levitating a tray of salads to a nearby family booth, Sign was stricken by an idea. Glancing over, noting a group of stallions at the large table, the corner of her mouth turned up. Quietly nodding her head towards the nearby bunch of studs, she rested her forelimbs on the table.
Could always offer those gentlecolts some dessert…
Lilith’s eyes went wide for a moment, before smirking playfully at her friend. “Are you insinuating that I…” she trailed off, as her gaze wandered to the neighboring group of stallions. The dull Thud of her tool impacting the underside of the table finished her statement, saying far more than she ever could.
Without a word, scribed upon herself or otherwise, Sign sidled off of her seat and into the isle. Casually ignoring Lilith’s attempts to gain her attention, she boldly trotted over to the booth of ponies. Placing her hooves on their table, drawing their attention, she looked to each of them in turn.
Is everyone enjoying their meal? she inquired, the words rolling over her foreleg, as she waved at them. A congenial response of nods and muted affirmations greeted her, signalling that she proceed. Turning, strolling back to her booth, she extended a hoof to her friend.
Lilith eyed her friend, attempting to discern the mare’s motive. True, Sign was intimately aware of her wanton proclivities, though that’s exactly what had her worried; she trusted her friend, of course, yet that trust had seen her into several sticky situations in the past. Clutching her companion’s hoof, sliding out of her seat, she was gently pulled towards the group of stallions.
Gentlecolts, Sign began, the script winding over her limb, may I interest you in a complementary final course? The party looked at her, assuredly confused about the question. Without skipping a beat, she pulled her friend to herself and turned the mare to face away.
Lilith’s heart began to race, as she came to terms with what was occurring. If she had wanted to, she could have easily fled or told Sign to stop, though that wasn’t the case. Standing there, feeling a hoof pry at one snowy cheek of her rump, her tail reflexively swung to the side. Gnawing her lip, forcing herself to stay quiet, she silently waited for the scene to unfold.
As you can see, Sign continued, gesturing to the prominent black pucker nestled in the cleft of Lilith’s tush, this salad needs tossing. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a thick hot injection of creamy topping...Several of the ponies openly blushed, but there was one who had his eyes locked on Lilth’s ass. Seizing the moment, she nodded to him. I take it you’d like a taste?
The stallion immediately shoved his nearly empty plate to the side, clearing an area before himself. Walking to Lilith’s side, placing one foreleg around her friend’s neck, she walked the mare to the table. While her companion remained mute, silently complying and moving towards the group, she ushered her friend forward.
Placing one hoof onto the table, rearing to her hind legs, Lilith’s freely visible equipment slapped against her underbelly. Pulling herself onto the wooden surface, she carefully eased herself down and brought her derriere to the aforementioned diner’s face. Splaying her hind legs, resting them on the stallion’s shoulders, she waggled her backside invitingly.
Without preamble, the customer drug his tongue up her taint and towards her backdoor. A shiver went up her spine, as he sniffed and kissed his way around her ass. Beyond the physical sensations of such treatment, the situation as a whole was undeniably hedonistic. Glancing over her shoulder, surveying the gathered ponies, her eyes eventually settled upon Sign’s smug face.
Sign smiled to herself, while she watched the stallion worship her friend’s ass. Under normal circumstances, should a pony do something so audacious in a public space, they would have been immediately asked to stop, but that wasn’t the case. Lilith’s family, exceptionally old and undeniably wealthy, held no small amount of clout within Canterlot, so they were often left to do as they pleased.
While such shameless displays were relatively rare, they were dealt with in a concise, professional manner. Victoria, quick to cover for her daughter’s wanton urges, would buy the silence of any onlookers or participants, often with a hefty amount of bits. It may have been a crude way to handle matters, but the family’s matriarch didn’t have much room to talk, since she was prone to lascivious proclivities of her own.
Trotting to Lilith’s face, Sign pointed a hoof towards the pony with his muzzle in her ass. You should tell him he’s doing a good job. Customer Service 101.
“Mmmmmm, really get in there,” Lilith purred. Igniting her magic, she pulled the stud’s face into her behind, as he fought to oblige her request. Tingles of bliss coursed through her, causing her to wiggle her rump contentedly.
Even though Lilith did her best to maintain her composure in front of commoners, the prod had a marked effect. A groan escaped her, as her eyes wandered to each of the stallions. All of them were intently watching the spectacle, save for one who dejectedly continued to poke at his meal. Rocking her hips back, nearly entombing her suitor’s snout, she relished his treatment.
Proudly observing her friend, thinking of how she could next up the ante, Sign felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. Turning to see who’d disturbed her, she found a duo of stallions shifting uncomfortably next to her. Kinda busy, she hastily noted, brightly displaying the words on her shoulder.
“Oh - uh - we wanted to see if we could get next?” one of the two responded, anxiously smiling.
Gesturing the pair to the side, next to the booth of sinful activity. Start a queue there, her instructions appeared on her flank, as she strolled over to the stud with his countenance in Lilith’s derriere. As entertaining as the show was, she realized there was an opportunity knocking at the door.
Softly patting his shoulder, Sign drew the stallion’s attention. Rearing back, with saliva smeared over his muzzle, he confusedly looked up at her. The appetizer is about to conclude, she explained, pointing a hoof towards his painfully turgid length, but you get to make your own creampie for dessert.
The pony’s eyes went alight, as he read her noiseless message. Practically scrambling out of his seat, attempting to mount Lilith on the table, Sign swiftly snatched up a menu with her magic and bopped him on the nose. Enthusiastic or not, there was a right and a wrong way to rut somepony on a table. Looking positively wounded, he peered down at her.
You’ll be first, hold your horses. Give me a second to get things ready, Sign scolded, waving the over-eager pony down.
The flurry of activity, paired with the jarring removal of the tongue in her ass, caused Lilith to glance over her shoulder. Given Sign’s lack of auditory output, she had no way of knowing what her friend was up to. Strangely, the quiet brown unicorn seemed to be orchestrating something, pointing here or there, so she realized there was some manner of game afoot.
Grabbing one of Lilith’s fetlocks, Sign gently pulled upon her friend’s hind leg; ultimately repositioning her aft over the end of the table. Her initial placement, while optimal from a diner’s perspective, wouldn’t quite do for what she had in mind. Hauling the mare around, allowing her inky black package to flop over the polished surface, she gave the unicorn an affectionate pat on the flank.
Peering over at the growing line of stallions, as well as a hung mare or two, Lilith’s heart fluttered. To be sure, the last thing she’d expected from a lunch date was to be presented for a bunch of worked up ponies, though she wasn’t about to complain. Spreading her hind legs and lifting her tail, she awaited her first patron.
You’re up, appeared on Sign’s chest, as she clapped the young stud on the shoulder. Gleefully, the unnamed pony trotted forward and unceremoniously mounted the alabaster unicorn. Watching the stallion bucking away, his tool ricocheting off of one meaty bun, she turned her attention elsewhere.
Excitement or not, she realized that the stunt may not go over well with her employers, and that they likely wouldn’t want their establishment being known for such activity - as such, she speedily concocted a countermeasure. Briskly strolling to the front of the eatery, she moved to the servers’ station. Plucking a coin filled fish bowl from beside the cash register, which the restaurant used for tips, she returned to her post.
Furrowing her brow, wondering why the stallion hadn’t found home yet, Lilith peeked over her shoulder. Beyond employing her magic, there wasn’t much she could do. The prodding was ceaseless, smearing her rear with pre-cum, as he bucked away. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of missed thrusts, she opened her mouth to speak - just as the blunt tip of his length hammered against, and into, her entrance.
Her protest died in her throat, being replaced by a guttural groan, when she was penetrated. Wasting no time, shuffling into position, the stallion plunged into her with reckless abandon. Plowing her like a colt on prom night, lacking any finesse or grace, he committed himself to slaking his thirst.
Tips are welcome! Sign proudly displayed, walking past the growing queue of ponies. Trust me, she mutely laughed, setting the tip jar on the floor, this mare could use a drink after this! The comment drew a few chuckles from the assembly, though two immediately stepped forward to toss a few bits into the container. Sitting beside her friend, giving herself a prime view of the action, she made herself comfortable.
Turning her head, Lilith looked Sign in the eye. “E...enjoying - Unf - yourself?” she wheezed, rocking slightly under the impetus of her partner’s frantic movements.
Sign simply grinned and stuck out her tongue, upon which was printed Ye.
Clamping down around the stallion’s shaft, milking him with the backstrokes, Lilith bit her tongue. Though she knew nothing about the guy, he was clearly a novice in the bedroom, exceptionally excited to get his dick wet, an exhibitionist, or some combination of the three. His waist rhythmically slammed into her, as he jackhammered her behind. Slipping a glance over, realizing he likely wouldn’t last terribly long, she took stock of the growing line.
Bucking away like a beast possessed, the stud’s motions steadily lost cohesion. Snorting, gritting his teeth, he hunched over and hilted her, jamming every inch of his dick into her backdoor. A small deluge of seed went coursing through his length, painting the unicorn’s interior as he came.
Feeling her partner dismount, Lilith rolled her eyes. She’d figured he would be a relatively quick shot, given how fervent he’d been, though she hadn’t anticipated he’d pop that quickly. Curling her forelegs under her chin, making herself comfortable, the absence of her first suitor was replaced by the all too familiar feeling of hooves locking around her waist.
As the second stallion, an older pegasus this time, got into position, Sign hopped off her seat. Considering there was nearly a dozen ponies waiting for a turn, and that Lilith didn’t have any manner of padding to relax upon, she sought to remedy the situation. Proceeding to the front of the diner, she snatched up a pair of pillows from two vacant chairs.
“Yeah girl, I bet you love this, don’t you?” the pegasus grunted, plundering Lilith’s rear.
“Uh-huh, yeah, that feels great,” she absentmindedly hummed, hoping that somepony in the line would make for a better mate. Being fucked, while physically stimulating, was only part of a good sexual encounter. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the mediocre sensations afforded by the stallion.
Returning to her seat, making a passing note of the pegasus humping away, Sign resumed her post. Patting Lilith’s cheek, causing her friend to look up, she held one of the cushions aloft. Here, she displayed, sliding the pillow under her head.
“Thanks, Darling,” Lilith cooed, placing her face on the proffered cushion.
Thrusting into the dickmare, sending his nuts slapping against her package, the stallion’s hips became a blur. Gradually, the tip of his member began to flare, adding a touch of resistance to his plunges. Confidant that he’d outshone his predecessor’s lackluster performance, he unleashed his full fury upon the mare.
Sliding her foreleg in front of Lilith, Sign subtly nodded to the queue. A dickmare is next...she clandestinely noted, waggling her eyebrows.
“Finally,” Lilith hissed, keeping her voice low. Clearing her throat, she threw her head back. “Oh Celestia! Rut me harder, Daddy!” she wailed, hoping her theatrical outburst would push her mate over the edge.
The lecherous cry had a profound and immediate effect, damn near causing the stallion to blow his load immediately. Caught off guard, mid thrust, his tool slipped free, spattering the floor with his load. Coughing, leaking spunk from his twitching dong, he unsteadily hopped off and threw a few bits into the tip jar.
“Hope it was as good for you baby,” he croaked.
“Oh, of course...Next,” Lilith bleated, weary with the stallion’s antics.
One moment, Sign interjected, slipping the second pillow under Lilith’s belly and waist. Waving for the aforementioned dickmare to proceed, she reclined in her seat; whether or not the newest taker could outperform the prior two was yet to be seen, but she knew her friend had a penchant for well equipped mares.
Looking over to the stallions who’d remained seated, including the one who seemed hellbent on finishing his salad, she smirked cheekily. Better than dinner and a movie, am I right? she asked, giving the nearest one a playful nudge.
“Would you look at that,” the scarlet dickmare chuckled, running a frog up Lilith’s length. “Well, if nothing else, those guys warmed you up for me,” she continued, circling the cum slick pucker with her hoof.
“Dear...You’re not going to show them up, are you?” Lilith purred, peering back at the brightly colored unicorn.
“That’s the plan,” the mare laughed, rearing back to grasp waist. “Name’s Forsaken, by the way,” she nonchalantly added, smoothly slipping her cock into Lilith’s well-used hole, “but for now, you can call me Mommy...” - with that, she steadily started pumping her hips.
“Oh, Mommy…” Lilith groaned, her eyes fluttering. A gout of pre-cum escaped from her dangling prick, as the crimson mare’s medial ring ground against her prostate.
Forsaken definitely had a better grasp at the carnal arts, in comparison to the previous two ponies. Taking her time, gradually thrusting deeper and deeper, the carmine unicorn gave Lilith her first adequate servicing of the afternoon. Sure, she may not have been as well hung as the older pegasus who’d made a mess of the floor, but she knew how to properly doll out a dicking.
Humming contentedly, fixating on the sublime treatment, Lilith arched her back. Clenching and relaxing her hole, synchronizing her ministrations with the mare’s movements, she felt herself growing close. Not only was Forsaken the third pony to administer a pounding, but the comments of “Mommy”, as well as the fact that she was a dickmare who had some notion of giving a suitable rutting, pushed her ever nearer to the edge.
The sight of watching the newest participant must have proven too much to bear, as one of the remaining stallions at the booth exited and joined the ever-growing line. With the additional space cleared, Sign spread her legs and absentmindedly massaged her marehood. Being privy to a salacious show was one thing, but seeing Lilith actually enjoying herself was another.
“H...harder,” the pale unicorn whimpered, flexing her pelvic muscles. The act caused another jet of pre to jet from the crown of her shaft, adding to the puddle beneath her.
Feeling Lilith’s thighs tremble, a wicked grin split Forsaken’s face. Leaning in, draping herself over her mate’s back, she brought her muzzle to mare’s ear. “Be a good girl and cum for Mommy…”
As the words drifted to her ear, Lilith acquiesced. Violently clamping herself around Forsaken’s length, bolts of pleasure shot through her frame. Pulling to her loins, her coal black nuts pumped foal batter up and through her rigid length, sending fitful bursts of jizz from her flared head. Mewling, squirming under her partner, a string of lewd expletives escaped her pouting lips.
“Good girl,” Forsaken rasped, ramping up the speed and force of her thrusts. Pulling out the stops, now that she’d well and thoroughly one-upped the prior stallions, she jackhammered into the mare.
Lilith’s eyes rolled wildly, at the dramatic change of pace. Caught mid-orgasm, the violent pounding caused her climactic bliss to redouble, leaving her breathless. At the dickmare’s mercy, shivering in delight, she moaned unintelligibly. With a load bludgeoned from her p-spot, she feebly sought to reciprocate her partner’s ardent humping.
Burying her tool into Lilith’s ass, transitioning from long, steady plunges to short, energetic pistoning motions, Forsaken knew she was at her limit. Screwing her eyes shut, giving in to the pleasure, she fully hilted the mare. Growling, disgorging her foal batter into the unicorn’s depths, she surrendered herself.
Sign’s hoof glided over her nethers, periodically drifting to her winking clit, as Forsaken leapt free. Hauling her soften dick from Lilith’s hole, leaving it to feebly grasp at the empty void, the scarlet dickmare trotted away. The line crept forward, as the next pony, a lanky unicorn, trotted forward and jumped into action.
Finding herself increasingly worked up, a series of incomprehensible scribbles and nonsensical lines of frustration jittered over Sign’s flank. Gazing at Lilith’s sweat-streaked face, noting the tongue hanging limply from her maw, an idea began to formulate. Pushing herself up, she awkwardly crawled onto the table and put her precipitately thrown together plan into action.
Wheezing, hauling air into her lungs, Lilith was lost to the post-coitus euphoria. It wasn’t until something hot and humid bumped against her snout that she opened her eyes. Peeking out, noticing a butterscotch colored marehood languidly rubbing against her muzzle. She grunted, instinctively lapping at the meaty folds before her, as the fourth pony drove themselves into her rump.
Leaning back, bracing herself on her forelimbs, Sign savored Lilith’s oral. Not only did it feel great, but her positioning let her get a particularly captivating view of the action. Winking around her friend’s tongue, quietly sighing in satisfaction, she allowed the pleasure to wash over her.
Enjoying herself, gyrating on Lilith’s face, Sign lost track of the procession. Stallion after stallion, dickmare after dickmare, one thrusting figure was replaced by the next, as the debaucherous parade proceeded. Biting her lip, as her friend fixated on her clit, obscene words sporadically appeared and disappeared about her frame.
As her rapture mounted, the grip of her ability became tenuous. Random scribbles, explosions of blackness, and fractured statements wildly streamed over and within her body. Freeing one foreleg, she pulled Lilith’s head to herself, virtually cramming the mare’s muzzle into her snatch. She was so close, precariously teetering on the edge of relief, all she needed was one final little nudge.
Subconsciously sensing Sign was at her limit, Lilith affectionately lipped and nibbled the sensitive bud of flesh on her lips. Her efforts were rewarded by a veritable eruption of nectar, as her friend peaked. Being plowed from behind, rocking forward into the succulent marehood, her face was coated sweet, tangy essence.
Panting, Sign wiped her brow. While she hadn’t intended on getting involved or giving a free show, she felt sublimely refreshed. Staying in place, waving at the next pony in line, she drew the stallion’s attention. Hey, what number are you?
Looking around, the earth pony shrugged. “Maybe tenth or twelfth? I didn’t keep track.”
Mutely grumbling to herself, Sign shakily descended from her perch. All but the one stallion at the table had departed, either leaving the eatery or joining the queue to rut Lilith. Curiously, the one who’d been obstinately eating his meal remained, though he was blushing heavily. Upon closer inspection, the underside of the table was streaked with cum; apparently, at some point, he’d either gotten himself off or spontaneously ejaculated.
Hopping back into her seat, just as the most recent taker busted the umpteenth nut in Lilith’s backside, Sign waved the next pony forward. Served: shone one one foreleg, while 16 appeared on the other. And so, the cavalcade of perversion continued.
Equines of all shapes and sizes, as well as a lone gryphon and hippogriff, all had their way with Lilith’s immaculately displayed rump. Unfortunately for Sign, having sated herself, the show grew somewhat mechanical. Resigning herself to count their earnings, she let each of the would-be participants file by.
As the ponies came and went, the scene of depravity didn’t go unnoticed by the restaurant’s patrons. Some customers fled, wanting no part of the bawdy show, while others sat and sated their voyeuristic lust. As would be expected, as word slowly spread, several ponies filed into the establishment, solely intent on getting in on the fun.
As the hour passed, with each tool being quickly replaced by another, Lilith’s grasp on reality began to wane. She’d cum three times, or possibly four, but she couldn’t be sure. Lying there, being used, had taken a heavy toll on her senses. Awash in carnal contentment, with her mind in a haze, everything became a blur - that was, until it all ground to a halt.
The all too familiar sound of a distinctive Tsk Tsk Tsk caused her to stir and drowsily glance over her shoulder. Her eyes went wide, despite her exhaustion, when she realized who was behind her. Standing at the end of the table, eyeing her heavily, stood an almost perfect mirror image of herself.
Save for a difference in mane style, and looking slightly older, the mare could have been Lilith’s twin. A dark, pitch black length of stallion hood lie slung beneath her. Shaking her head, softly laughing to herself, the doppelganger was none other than Madam Victoria, her mother. Directing her attention to the silent brown unicorn, she dismissively waved a hoof.
“Sign, I trust you’re doing well. If you could lend a helping hoof with my strumpet of a daughter,” she humbly requested, gesturing to her offspring.
Sign nodded, clamored onto the table. Dragging Lilith further onto its surface, leaving her sticky loins to drape over one of the two cushions, she eased herself onto her friend’s back. Lying atop the mare, bringing her face above her companion’s derriere, she pried the mare’s sticky buns apart in preparation for Victoria’s impending punishment.
“Lilith, I’m disappointed in you,” Victoria began, climbing onto the table, “out having all this fun and not even inviting your dear, sweet mother…” Positioning herself over her daughter’s behind, dragging her length between the spunk spattered cheeks of her rear, she rocked her hips back. Bringing the head of her mammoth marecock to her progeny’s swollen and agape backdoor, she drove herself into Lilith’s ass.
As cum drunk as she was, Lilith raised her waist to her mother. Their relationship was interesting, to say the least. It wasn’t all that uncommon for them to fool around, oftentimes with Victoria taking a domineering role or ‘punishing’ her for some minor transgression. Of course, she’d often provoke such provocative encounters, but that was half the fun.
“You’ve - Mmmph - been a - Nnngh - very bad girl,” Victoria grumbled, slowly beginning to rut her daughter. Angled as she was, perched directly above Lilith, the angle of her thrusts directly impacted the mare’s prostate. Like a locomotive, the inexorable force of her bucking hips steadily increased.
A rictus grin spread over Lilith’s face, as she was fucked by her mom. Pre-cum gushed from her untouched length, spilling over the table and pillow. Even though she’d climaxed several times in the past hour, she could sense another growing ever nearer. The thought of being rutted by her own mother, in front of an audience, was simply the icing on the cake.
With her face a scant few inches from Lilith’s stuffed hole, Sign had an unparalleled view of the action. The titanic ebony shaft rhythmically plunging into Lilith’s bottom was hypnotizing. The girthy length, disappearing and reappearing from the abused hole, glistened in the light of the diner. Given how positively engorged with jizz her friend was, there was no need for lube, as all the previous participants’ culminated foal batter proved more than adequate.
Victoria’s neatly styled mane became undone, leaving wisps of her hair to drape over her face, as she screwed Lilith. Truth be told, she’d intentionally abstained from any release, in the hopes of fooling around with their new maid, yet her daughter had sabotaged her plans. Hammering downward, enjoying her child’s slippery and warm interior, she growled to assert her sovereignty.
“I...I’m so sorry, Mommy,” Lilith whimpered, seizing herself around her matriarch’s tool. Pushing herself back, meeting Victoria’s movements, she yearned for the scalding influx of the older mare’s seed.
Pistoning into her daughter, feeling herself starting to flare, Victoria fucked Lilith like the alpha dickmare she was. The bloated, fat crown of her length scraped against the unicorn’s depths. As the seconds passed, a weak dribble of cum grew to a miniature tsunami. Continuing to plow the lass, while disgorging untold pints of hot, virile seed, her motions did not cease.
As badly as Lilith wished to beg for more, her body and mind had reached their breaking point. Howling, being bred by her mother, her orgasm undid her. Shaking uncontrollably, writhing in place, she was nothing more than a living receptacle for Victoria’s jizz. With the substantial load being added to the ejaculate sloshing around within her, her belly swelled and sagged. Submitting to the ecstasy, having been shown her place, her consciousness faded.
Breathing heavily, leering down at her comatose progeny, Victoria’s eyes drifted to Sign. “Be a dear and get her home and cleaned up, if it’s not too much to ask,” she stoically noted, ingloriously unsheathing herself from the mare beneath her.
Sign saluted, more than pleased to fulfill the request, as Victoria calmly descended from the table. Trotting away, casually tidying her mane, she made a mental note to compensate the restaurant for putting up with her child’s unruly behavior. Proceeding out the door, intent to get home and shower, she found some small solace in the fact that Sign would safely see Lilith home.
Crawling off of Lilith, watching cum seep from her friend’s ass, Sign got to the floor. Show’s over. Back to business as usual, she signaled, shooing away the remaining hoofful of interested ponies. Gathering up the overflowing tip jar, she strolled to the front of the diner. Lingering by the register, glowering at her, was the owner. Sorry about the mess, but maybe this will help, appeared on her front leg, as she held the heaped container of bits aloft.
Snatching the jar from her grip, shaking his head in consternation, the proprietor disappeared into the back. Content that she hadn’t been disciplined, Sign turned and strode back to her friend. In all her years, she’d only seen Lilith in such a state once before, but it wasn’t good; the mare was a mess, painted and filled with more spunk than she fathomed to guess. Trotting over, easing her friend down, she gave the unicorn a gentle pat on the cheek.
“W...where’s mom?” Lilith slurred, groggily looking about.
Home. Come on, Sign responded, stooping low and getting Lilith’s foreleg around her neck.
“Did we win?” the dazed mare asked, sluggishly glancing at her friend.
Sign nodded, knowing there was no talking to Lilith at the moment. Shuffling along, making their way towards the door, she smiled to herself. Impromptu public use aside, her friend seemed relatively pleased with the outcome. Passing the register, to her surprise, the owner stood with a to-go bag.
“Here,” he grumbled, holding the parcel to her, “y’all didn’t even get to eat.”
Oh yeah, whoops. Thanks, Sign replied, levitating the offering with her magic.
Strolling out the door, looking to the setting sun, Sign moved in the direction of Victoria’s manor. With her friend and meal in tow, she realized what the situation meant. Tasked with seeing the perverted unicorn home, she’d be free to spend the evening with her. Knowing she’d more than likely be out late, she figured she may as well make plans to crash at the lavish estate for the night. Plodding along, with her companion leaving a trail of jizz behind them, the corner of her mouth turned upward. With any luck, she’d be spending more quality time with Lilith in the day to come…