Cumpetition


                                            “Okay girls, lets go over the rules one more time.”

                                            Dash smirks, “C’mon Twi we all know you’re just afraid of some…cum-petition.”

                                            >Twilight and Applejack give her a disapproving look for the pun.

                                            ”Ah think we could use a little bit of review…if only to keep tha eager one over here in line.”

                                            “Hey! I win fair and square, it’s not my fault other ponies don’t think outside the box!”

                                            “I guess ya can call it that…”

                                            “Why else would I invite Anon to ref for us!”

                                            >AJ looks over at you and seems to take Dash’s point to heart.

                                            >Twilight’s interjection diffuses some tension.

                                            “Now listen up, we will all start with our backs against the wall. Upon my mark we will commence stimulation; the winner will be decided by how far they can ejaculate, but whoever finishes first also gets a time bonus…Oh! And no autofellatio!”

                                            “Is that like where ya suck yer own cock?”

                                            “Precisely.”

                                            “Gosh-darnit! When’d ya hafta make that rule!”

                                            “Well, I just thought it would put us all on the same playing field.”

                                            >AJ pouts and crosses her fore legs mumbling something angrily—her favorite stimulation technique was now off-limits.

                                            “That’s fine with me.” Dash says with a confident grin.

                                            >Two pairs of skeptical eyes turn towards her brash demeanor.

                                            “Lets be fair and take wings outta tha equation too.” AJ squints suspiciously at Dash.

                                            ”Fair point Applejack. We wouldn’t want any pony getting the upper hand would we…Rainbow Dash?”

                                            >Dash’s smirk grows a tad bit wider.

                                            “Look, I know you’re suspicious and all, but as I recall Twilight you were the one to challenge us…”

                                            >Twilight looks taken aback.

                                            “Yeah yer right…ya brought up tha idea when we were finishin’ off that zap-apple cider last week.”

                                            >The purple mare starts sweating.

                                            “That doesn’t mean anything hahaha! We all know who the real trickster is here.”

                                            “Oh come on! Can we just start I have blue balls already!”

                                            “Rainbow yer balls’r always blue.”

                                            “You know what I mean!”

                                            >The girls chuckle a bit at the obviousness of AJ’s joke.

                                            “I wouldn’t be so eager if I were you Rainbow.”

                                            “Why not? I’m about to jizz the hardest I ever have in my life…I-I mean, I don’t need to to win, even if it was half as hard as I do normally I would still beat—“

                                            “—Alright just take your places already!”

                                            >Dash snickers as her friends trot over and sit down with their rumps against the barn door, and she eventually does the same.

                                            >With the mares casually spreading their legs it was easy to see their impressive packages.

                                            >AJ’s dark orange-red sheath sat loose and leathery from days of sun and hard work—her hefty balls spill out on the ground between her powerful thighs and her fat teats droop ever so slightly.

                                            >At first glance there was no doubt she was going to be the biggest.

                                            >Twilight’s deep purple genitalia was probably the most striking of the three simply because you didn’t see her parts as much.

                                            >But as your eyes drifted to your best friend you’re a bit taken aback.

                                            >Her tight and youthful looking sheath sat between a pair of small perky teats and above the biggest pair of testicles in sight—unusually big for her.

                                            >She gives you a knowing smirk and the very tip of her pink cock starts to swell out of her pocket as her mind wanders.

                                            “Ok girls, backs against the wall, if your back leaves the wall you’ll incur a distance penalty…Rainbow! No head starts!”

                                            >Dash snaps out of the trance she’d had on you and realizes her impressive pink snake is at a droopy half-mast.

                                            “It’s not a head start! I’m just warming up!”

                                            >While she was fairly average for a mare, her ten inch half-mast looked particularly impressive as it sagged against her leg.

                                            “Fine. But AJ and I better not catch you cheating!”

                                            >Dash just rolls her eyes.

                                            “Anon, as referee your job is to make sure we stay within the guidelines and you also have to record who cums the farthest and by how much.”

                                            >You nod.

                                            >Twilight takes a look around to do one last check.

                                            “Ok, start!”

                                            >In an instant AJ starts hoofing at her sheath and balls and Twilight’s magical aurora envelops hers.

                                            “Hey there! Ah thought ya said no cheatin!”

                                            >Amidst her confident smirk Twilight replies, “The rules never said anything about magic.”

                                            >She turns smugly to Dash, “See Rainbow, you’re not the only pony who can think outside the box!”

                                            >Dash, who had been casually hoofing herself to full mast suddenly stops and meets her friend’s triumphant gaze.

                                            “Nope, they didn’t…”

                                            >Twilight shudders in delight, partly from the validating words and partly from the magical touch that already had her at a full throbbing erection.

                                            >AJ could barely keep it up since she wasn’t used to using her hard hoof.

                                            “…Hey Anon? Wanna help a friend out?”

                                            >Twilight snaps out of her victory trance just in time to catch Dash nod you over.

                                            >Little did her friends know. You and Rainbow had this planned from the start.

                                            >You’d been best friends for the longest time and when she told you about her upcoming competition you quickly found a way to try and help her win. The next few days you’d spent practicing the best way to make her cum farther. At first she wanted to go for speed, but she quickly found that a more prolonged and pleasureful hand job made her blow like a whale.

                                            >The rules were laid by Twilight to intentionally give her the advantage, but she’d been so blinded by planning her own victory she overlooked some other loopholes.

                                            >You walk over and sit down behind your furry blue friend. You take her place against the barn door and she immediately leans back into you.

                                            “Wot in tarnation!”

                                            “H-Hey you can’t do that!”

                                            >Now it was Rainbow’s turn to take back her confident grin.

                                            “Nothing says you can’t have help…and in case you’re wondering I’ll just take the penalty for moving from my spot.”

                                            >AJ looks flabbergasted, but Twilight immediately realized she’d been duped and starts doubling her self-pleasuring efforts.

                                            >Dash just snorts and pushes back into you.

                                            >She looks back to meet your eyes.

                                            “Alright dude, I’m all yours take it away.”

                                            >You don’t need any more coaxing.

                                            >One hand grasps her heavy shaft and you spit in the other. The pink rod that emerged from her sheath was tacky and glistening from moisture, the veins that fueled her erection bulged with her heartbeat.

                                            >It was just as beautiful as the first time you saw it.

                                            >A grunt from your left signals you to stop wasting time.

                                            >You smooth around the spit-wad in your palm and start kneading her hyper-sensitive cock-head.

                                            >Her legs buck and twitch as you stimulate her nerve endings with the dexterity and finesse only hands could muster.

                                            “Aaaaaaaghhh…”

                                            >Your friend relaxes back into you and closes her eyes while you continue to rub more spit around her thick cock.

                                            >At this point you could easily smell the combined musk of the masturbating mares. The rich, pungent odor that wafted up from Dash’s crotch was more due to her cock simply being out rather than any sweat she was working up.

                                            >It wasn’t that she didn’t shower, but she definitely didn’t use as much soap down there as most mares did…probably because of her sensitivity.

                                            >After she’d discovered your appetite for her smell, Dash had taken to letting you get your fill as a reward for jacking her off.

                                            >Before you’d even begun attending to her properly, Dash’s cock was already throbbing with her heartbeat and dribbling pre.

                                            >Twilight’s shaft had a few drops of clear pre that ran down its underside, but she wasn’t nearly as turned on as her blue companion.

                                            >Applejack was having the hardest time.

                                            >She rapidly stroked herself with un-necessary force and vigor, her naturally moist glans was beginning to dry out.

                                            >Amidst the sounds of heavy breathing and and rubbing you pick up your pace.

                                            >Twilight looks over at you with frustrated features.

                                            >Dash just stick her tongue out at her.

                                            >The obvious disparity in pleasure she was experiencing was only made more painful by Dash’s incessant elated sighs and grunts.

                                            >Rainbow definitely made known the benefits of having a partner.

                                            >She scoots farther back into your chest and you wrap an arm around her belly to keep your tugging from pulling her away.

                                            >Her pre goes to work as lubricant on her shaft as you pick up your pace.

                                            >She gives a few sighs and grunts of satisfaction as she relaxes against you—leaving herself entirely at your disposal.

                                            >After a minute of deliberate but relaxed stroking you’ve worked up a froth of spit and pre around her medial ring.

                                            >You push the gunk past her rubbery bump and she bucks reflexively but keeps her relaxed posture.

                                            >With an audible shlicking, you work the slime around her medial ring she grits her teeth.

                                            >The blue testes which had been sitting dormant start to undulate slowly.

                                            >Once you’ve got her sufficiently aroused you add some fresh spit to the equation and continue stroking her full length.

                                            “*huff…dang…nabbit!…*huff”

                                            >AJ pauses, out of breath, before starting back her vigorous stroking.

                                            >You’re going to have to show her proper technique sometime.

                                            >But right now all you’re attention is on the beautiful creature in your lap and her shameless bared cock.

                                            >You see Dash peek an eye open and examine her friend’s packages…then she glances to hers.

                                            >You knew in an instant what was going through the competitive mare’s mind.

                                            >She’d reluctantly admitted during one of your practice sessions that it’d been far too long since she’d had any action.

                                            >For a somewhat ego-centric mare you understand how damaging that can be to her sense of desirability.

                                            >You wanted nothing more than to lick and suck her off, but you were already testing Twilight’s patience.

                                            >Either way you’d be dammed if she felt inadequate when you were around.

                                            >You bring your second hand up and grasp her meaty pole as you slow to emphasize how you were examining her sex.

                                            “Dang, Dash I still don’t understand how you pack this huge thing between your legs.”

                                            >The comment takes a moment to sink in, but when it does you see her mouth split into a sheepish, but proud smirk.

                                            >She watches your hands massage up and down her naked flesh.

                                            >Her friends simply ignore you as you continue stroking your friend’s ego aloud.

                                            “You could totally wreck a mare with this…” You say as you trace your fingers along her thick penis—tickling the hyper-sensitized reproductive flesh, “You’re balls are so heavy…how do you even run with these?”

                                            >Her smile grows as she lets out a mirthful snort. The verbal stimulation did almost as much for her as your hand did.

                                            >You move up her fleshy appendage and grasp and massage the base of her sheath.

                                            >A quick look over your left shoulder reveals Twilight’s similarly pink sex organ pulsing from a magical aroura.

                                            >AJ had shifted to lean back on one fore hoof and stroke with the other. The position emphasized her hip position and made it feel more like a thrust.

                                            >By the way she was starting to flare she wasn’t far off.

                                            >You’re attention turns back to your spoiled buddy on your chest.

                                            >You lean in and whisper in her ear.

                                            “You want to know why I’m helping jerk you off?”

                                            >She peeks back inquisitively as she bites her lip from pleasure. Twilight give you an annoyed look.

                                            “It’s because I like to feel your hot, hard cock. I like the way it smells and sweats and pulses.”

                                            >Dash’s breathing deepens as she flares in response to your telling words.

                                            “But most of all…I like the way I make you feel good. I like how you twitch every time I press down on your…fat…cockhead…” You do just as you say and she bucks and whimpers as predicted, “…and I love the way you scream when I give you an orgasm…feeling all that warm sticky cum…” You squeeze and tug on a nut.

                                            “…Ngaaah!”

                                            >You move  back to her cock and bend it every so slightly.

                                            “Aaagh!”

                                            >She groans and flares.

                                            >Your verbal coaxing had her ready to pop.

                                            >You take the opportunity to turn your attention to her desperately needy cock-head by cupping and squeezing it.

                                            >She grunts and flares in your grasp—spitting some pre-cum into your palm.

                                            “Uhhhg!”

                                            >A throaty grunt fills your ears and she pushes her head back into your chest and closes her eyes.

                                            >”Ahhoooooo!”

                                            >You look over to see AJ’s hoof moving in a blur as she cums. But after a few solid pulses you realize nothing’s shooting out, instead her cum was barely escaping her opening and running down the underside of her dick.

                                            >Damn, you were a bit worried about Dash losing but so far she had it in the bag.

                                            >Twilight noticed too. She looks over at you with taxed breathing, undoubtably deriving some pleasure from the sight of her friend being explored and masturbated.

                                            >The spongy head in your hand keeps desperately flaring.

                                            “Keep it up Dash, just like that. Flare harder…get all that blood moving.”

                                            >You powerfully stroke down on her frothy shaft with an equally messy hand.

                                            >Strings of foamy white fluid string from her crotch and teats up to your hand.

                                            >Your hands squeeze around her meat tighter and tighter until the very tip of her glans start to tint purple, then you move up to work the stagnated blood back down.

                                            >Nimble fingers and powerful palms massage and sooth the crown of your friend’s cock.

                                            >Out of curiosity you lick some of the mess off your index finger before digging at her gaping urethra.

                                            “Hehehe…quit it that tickles!”

                                            >You’re too busy savoring her salty taste to notice.

                                            >A hand tugs some more of her pre from her shaft and you continue circling her cute little urethral siphon to spread the slippery substance.

                                            >Slowly, you work your free hand down between her thighs and testes and your fingers rest on a special spot on the underside of her sack.

                                            >She knew what was coming but she just couldn’t stop herself from getting carried away.

                                            >This time her crown engorges and swells to an obscene diameter.

                                            >You stroke up to push more blood into her glans while simultaneously pressing hard on the spot right under her sweaty balls.

                                            >Twilight’s magic stutters as she looks over with genuine interest.

                                            >The mare against your chest bucks and writhes—her face etched with a grimace of pleasure.

                                            >Her hind legs tense and she pushes her hips off the ground—her erection thrusting against your resistance.

                                            “Gaaaaaah!”

                                            >Something tries to slip past your fingers as you put pressure on her vas deferens.

                                            >The first pulse hits her and her urethra dilates to eject some semen that wasn’t there.

                                            >Her balls cinch and she bulges again.

                                            >Her body desperately needed to cum.

                                            >But you don’t let her.

                                            >The cycle happens one more time as you restrain her ball fluid from leaving its home.

                                            >Soon enough her flare dies down and the pressure in her gouch recedes.

                                            >Her face is a mixture of disappointment and lingering pleasure; she was still very much turned on, but she hated getting blue-balled.

                                            >Luckily the worst was over now.

                                            “Wow Rainbow, you weren’t kidding. You shot so hard I didn’t even see it come out.”

                                            >The rainbow mare in your lap just looks over at Twilight as she tries to catch her breath.

                                            >You resume your stroking…wiping the look of triumph off the unicorn’s face.

                                            “Heheh! You thought I was done? That’s just a warm up!”

                                            >Dash scoots farther back into you and lays against the obvious bulge in your pants.

                                            >She pulls one of your hands away to spit in it.

                                            >You smear it around her tortured pole as she takes a deep breath and gets settled in for the finale.

                                            >The copious amount of saliva that covered her flies off in tiny droplets as you vigorously masturbate her.

                                            “Oooooaagh!”

                                            >She squirms in your lap as she starts to realize how much added sensitivity the ruined orgasm gave her.

                                            >Both of the mares next to you pause whatever they’re doing to watch the erotic scene.

                                            >You pause briefly to spit on her once more.

                                            >She watches your saliva run down her throbbing wet cock and instinctively goes to lick herself.

                                            >You catch her before she makes a disqualifying move and pull her back into your chest.

                                            “Whoa there…just let me do the work.”

                                            >Her hips start nudging automatically when you go back to touching her.

                                            >The characteristic wet sound of your masturbation quickly overtakes that of Twilight’s, who’s magic was starting to pick up it’s own pace.

                                            >If you slowed she started getting antsy, but as long as you kept up a good pace she left you unhindered.

                                            >The mare’s testicles spill out between her powerful thighs and roll around.

                                            >You felt bad not giving them enough attention, but right now her cock was what was going to win this.

                                            >The smell of unwashed musk gets even stronger as the saliva permeates into her mucosal membranes.

                                            >But she couldn’t care less, all she needed was to get off.

                                            >Both of you needed it.

                                            >At this point she didn’t care about the competition, and you were no longer doing her a favor.

                                            >You were jacking Rainbow off because you needed to.

                                            >You needed to see what her cum looked like, needed to feel it shoot out of her dick.

                                            >You needed to smell the bleachy substance and feel it running warm and sticky through your fingers.

                                            >You needed to know once more what the insides of her testicles smelled and felt like. You need to get her off.

                                            >And she wasn’t about to offer any resistance.

                                            >Twilight doubles down her efforts once more, but it’s too late.

                                            >The mare on your chest is about to cum—you could feel it even this early.

                                            “Come on Dash…feel it down here…” You circle a spot between her testes with a finger, “…feel it right here. That’s where the orgasm needs to come from.”

                                            “Ngah!” Her pink head engorges in sync with your down pump.

                                            “Harder.”

                                            “Aaagh!”

                                            “Push!”

                                            “Aaaaaaah!”

                                            >You grab onto her penis and pull back hard as you push your hips, and hers, forward.

                                            >Surprisingly enough she stays relaxed against you.

                                            >The knowledge that you weren’t going to interfere this time put her at ease.

                                            >Her eyes roll back and a dopey smile crosses her face.

                                            >You angle her cock just in time.

                                            “Ngh!”

                                            >Her spongy urethra goes hard with pressurized fluid as a buildup of sperm finally breaks the dam.

                                            >A long string of her semen arcs through the air and patters down on the dirt trail over six feet away.

                                            >With one hand still bottomed out on her cock root, you bring the other up and stroke back again.

                                            “Goah!”

                                            >The second stream of cum sprays from her natural hose with more than twice as much force.

                                            >She ejaculates so hard that you can feel tiny, invisible droplets of her semen misting your bare arms—stripped from the main torrent by sheer velocity.

                                            >The white seed stains the dirt a good twenty feet away.

                                            >Her testes undulate and shrink into her body as she jerks and shudders in your grasp.

                                            >You hold her close as her third spurt falls much shorter than the rest.

                                            >She was past her prime now, no sense in wasting any more of her precious product.

                                            >You move to shield her glans as she paints your palm with a few more spurts over the next ten seconds.

                                            “Aaaaaagggh…”

                                            >With her cock finally done spitting, she melts into you even further with a sigh and a deep breath.

                                            >Damn she was pent up.

                                            >She notices you cupping some of her seed and brings your hand closer to clean it up.

                                            >As her tongue laps from your hand you look over to see Twilight frowning at Dash’s display.

                                            >She grits her teeth and a full aurora surrounds her cock and massages it in total.

                                            >After a few seconds she starts humping un controllably and finally flares.

                                            >Hot cum geysers out of her royal crown and arcs surprisingly far trough the air with a quiet squeak from the unicorn.

                                            >But in her haze she forgot to angle her cock, and so it comes down not five feet from where she sat.

                                            >By the time her final few contractions hit her she notices and frantically tries to readjust—spritzing you and Dash with a bit of her cum in the process.

                                            >But it was too late.

                                            >She was spent. The competition was over.

                                            >Dash finishes licking up some of her cum, and nudges your hand towards you.

                                            >She wanted you to have the rest.

                                            >You gratefully slurp up the rest of her watery seed before licking the mixture of Dash-spit and semen off your hand.

                                            >She had the perfect blend between salty and watery.

                                            >Experimentally you wipe up a speck of Twilight’s cum and taste it.

                                            >Much more viscous and completely salty…it was obvious she didn’t work out (or get off) as much.

                                            >You lean back and absent-mindedly play with Dash’s cock as it dribbles all over her abdomen.

                                            >She snickers and leans back to lick your cheek out of appreciation.

                                            >Her breath smelled strongly of her own cum.

                                            >You push back into her affectionately.

                                            >The other two mares just look defeated.

                                            >Dash pulls away for a moment when she hears Twilight groan in annoyance.

                                            “Oh yeah…I forgot about the competition. Who won?”

                                            >Twilight stands up, her retreating cock flopping between her legs as she dusts herself off.

                                            “I don’t want to talk about it.”