Sock It to Them (RGRE) (Moondancer/Anon/Woman)


                                            >You are Moondancer, the first to wake

                                            >It's 1 pm when you emerge from your government subsidized apartment, leaving your human herdmates to recover from the Tenchi Muyo GXP marathon

                                            >Once again, magic and caffeine have given you the strength to lead the herd

                                            >You teleport to the nearest grocery store and walk through the doors

                                            >You had never dreamed that you would be on an alien planet, but here you are on Earth, pushing a grocery cart and doing your best not to stare at all the foal-chasing legs around you

                                            >It's like humans were /made/ for mares

                                            >With an effort of will, you focus on getting the essentials: chocolate milk, chicken nuggets, macaroni noodles, velveeta, lettuce, sunflower seeds, ramen, and cookie dough ice cream

                                            >Your brain, running on fumes, magic, and legal addictive stimulants, finally notices something off

                                            >Why are there Hearts and Hooves day decorations?

                                            >You open up the calendar on your smartslate

                                            >Buck

                                            >It's February 14, which is to say, day 32 of the second month, Hearts and Hooves Day

                                            >While you wait in line for the self-checkout, you browse Amarezon for gifts

                                            >Luckily, you know your herdmates' leg measurements by heart, so striped thigh high socks it is

                                            >You hit 'buy' and they're teleported almost instantly into your saddlebags

                                            >You get a few stares as your magic floats your groceries across the scanner and into bags, but not as much as you did a year ago, when you first got your crystal immigration card

                                            >Humans are starting to get used to equine cohabitation

                                            >You pause as you look at the total

                                            >$23.49

                                            >What is that in bits?

                                            >Base ten, decimal money, dollar to bit conversion rate...

                                            >Buck it

                                            >It's not three digits, so you're fine

                                            >You swipe the herd card and hook your two grocery bags next to your saddlebags and teleport home

                                            >You find Anon in the kitchen, shirtless and wearing gray sweatpants as he makes sub sandwiches

                                            >Celestia, you love this colt

                                            >You muffle your movements with a spell, setting the milk and lettuce in the fridge, ice cream in the freezer

                                            >Then you do something you still can't believe isn't somehow illegal for you

                                            >You nudge your nose below Anon's slappable ass and huff his balls through his sweatpants

                                            >For his part, he lets out a cute yelp, tensing around your snout

                                            >"Moony! Do you have to?"

                                            >You sigh happily, breathing in the smell of his musk

                                            "Alpha's privilege, Anon."

                                            >"I looked that up, actually. There's nothing in the marital section of the  Cultural Understanding Manual about intimate sniffing."

                                            >You poke your head out between his legs and look up to see his face

                                            "Does that mean you don't want to let me huff your jewels anymore?"

                                            >Your ears droop at the prospect

                                            >He stares at you with a exasperated, helpless expression

                                            >"You really like it, huh?"

                                            >You nod silently

                                            >He sighs

                                            >"Fine. Just not while I'm at the stove or using a knife, alright?"

                                            >You beam at him

                                            "Deal."

                                            >You have the best coltfriend


                                            --


                                            >You are Sarah McNair, feeling like the six hours of sleep wasn't nearly enough

                                            >Which should be obvious, but you are running on six hours of sleep after staying up until seven in the morning watching anime

                                            >You had sort of thought that living with your soulmates would somehow fix your sleep schedule, but you should have realized they'd be just as bad at it as you are

                                            >Not that you are really complaining, it was fun staying up with Anon and Mooners, listening to her talk about the changeling princess archetype in herd dramas and how Ryoko Balta technically fell in that category

                                            >But that still leaves you feeling like death warmed over, clutching your pillow to your chest as you shuffle into the kitchen where some kind soul has brewed coffee

                                            "Mrnin."

                                            >Said kind soul pulls out a chair for you at the table, placing a steaming mug before you

                                            >You take a sip and start feeling more like a human

                                            >Anon comes back to the table and sets a BLT sandwich in front of you

                                            >You smile up at him and say, "Thanks, dear."

                                            >He tousles your hair fondly

                                            >"You're welcome, fire-head girl."

                                            >Gosh, you love the big dork

                                            >Across the table, Mooners is sitting on the floor, lapping at her own mug of coffee

                                            >She seems nervous, like before the first time she asked to play with your tits, or when she got caught rolling in the dirty laundry

                                            >You take a bite out of your sandwich, enjoying the crunchy, sweet, and savory breakfast-lunch that is too late in the day to be called a brunch

                                            >You can't help but watch that skillful, long tongue dip into the mug

                                            >You shift a little in your seat, remembering the last time it was inside you

                                            >You avert your eyes, and focus on your sandwich

                                            >You have a headache, you really don't want to get all hot and bothered before the coffee works its magic


                                            >Once you are done with your meal, and the mug is drained, filled, and drained again, your humanity is restored

                                            >Mooners clears her throat

                                            >"Anon, could you join us at the table? I have something we need to talk about."

                                            >You raise your eyebrows as your boyfriend sits down

                                            >Your marefriend licks her lips

                                            >"As Alpha, I must be honest and say that I forgot today was Hearts and Hooves day. However, I have prepared gifts for both of you."

                                            >You blink

                                            >Anon slaps a hand over his face

                                            >"Shit, it is Valentine's day, isn't it? I totally forgot too."

                                            >Oh

                                            >Right

                                            >Today's not a eat ice cream and watch sappy movies day anymore

                                            >You grin

                                            "Let's try celebrating it the pony way, then. You mentioned gifts, Mooners?"

                                            >She nods

                                            >She levitates two slim packages out of her saddlebags by the door

                                            >You pull it from her magic, and open it up

                                            >Pink and white cloth...

                                            >You pull it out and and let it unroll

                                            >Cat ear thigh highs with horizontal stripes

                                            "Wow, thanks! This looks really cute!"

                                            >Mooners blushes adorably

                                            >You look over at Anon to see what he got

                                            >Black and green vertical striped thigh highs

                                            >You snortle at his bemused expression

                                            "Go on, try them on, I bet they look sexy."

                                            >He glances between you and your eagerly nodding marefriend

                                            >"As you wish."

                                            >Anon stands up and pulls down his sweatpants

                                            "Oh my!"

                                            >The man is not wearing boxers

                                            >He glances at you, his cheeks reddening

                                            >You rest your chin on your hand and smile as he pulls the socks up

                                            "Thank you for this, Mooners."

                                            >The mare grunts in acknowledgement, not looking away from Anon's thighs and rising trouser snake

                                            >It makes you want to see him in a short skirt


                                            --


                                            > You are Anon, feeling awkward and aroused while standing in front of your girlfriends

                                            >Moony is outright drooling and Sarah has a glint in her eye that promises to awaken something in you

                                            >You cough, your Mr. Worldwide twitching

                                            "Well, Sarah, why don't you try on your gift?"

                                            >Your marefriend immediately switches to state hungrily at the redhead

                                            >Sarah laughs nervously

                                            >"I still have bed head, and-"

                                            >"Please?"

                                            >You still don't understand how Moony can be so cute while also being a pervert

                                            >Those wide, trembling eyes

                                            >The hoof disappearing between her thighs

                                            >Your woman barely lasts ten seconds before folding

                                            >"Alright, alright."

                                            >She turns in her seat and pulls up one leg and turns the sock over in her hands

                                            >You love her pale skin, but seeing the fabric slide up her leg is doing nice things for you too

                                            >Sarah puts the other on and stands up, rubbing her thighs together

                                            >"Well?"

                                            >You step over and hold out your fist to Moony

                                            >She bumps it with her hoof

                                            >"You look delicious!"

                                            >She really does, the stripes emphasizing how thicc and meaty her thighs are

                                            "I agree, they look hella sexy on you."

                                            >Sarah blushes happily, looking down and tucking a stand of hair behind her ear

                                            >"Thanks guys."

                                            >You look at Moony

                                            "So, what about you, where are your socks?"

                                            >She blinks at you

                                            >"My socks? But I'm a mare, I don't wear socks!"

                                            >You glance at Sarah, who nods in mutual understanding

                                            >The two of you sashay up on either side of Moony

                                            >She glances frantically between the two of you, going crosseyed as you plop your shaft down across her muzzle

                                            >Sarah lightly caresses the unicorn's horn with her hand

                                            >"Aw, but we really, really want to see you in socks, Mooners."

                                            >The mare shivers under the attention

                                            >"I-uh, well, since, um..."

                                            >You raise a leg and hook it over her withers

                                            "Join us. You know you want to."

                                            >She pants, horn sparking fitfully

                                            >"Ah, um. Yes. Okay."

                                            >You move to straddle her back as she plucks the smartslate from her saddlebags

                                            >Sarah leans against you and you both look over Moony's shoulder as she pulls up Amarezon, the redeemed shipping conglomerate app

                                            >Sarah hums thoughtfully

                                            >"What do you think would look best on her? Black lace? White stockings and garters?"

                                            >You run your fingers through Moony's mane

                                            "Hmm, I'm thinking purple with a thicker band up top, so it squeezes her thighs a little."

                                            >The mare swallows and types in the search terms

                                            >Sarah reaches down and scrolls through the results and picks a nice silt number

                                            >A few taps more, and the socks are teleported directly onto Moony's legs

                                            >She jumps slightly at the sensation

                                            >"Buck, but that's a weird feeling."

                                            >You pat her neck as you get off to inspect the goods

                                            "You get used to it."

                                            >Moony's tail swishes back and forth as you get a good look

                                            >Just like you had hoped, they pinch ever so slightly, pushing into her soft thighs

                                            "Damn, that's nice!"

                                            >You run an admiring hand over her flank, her tail flagging higher and higher

                                            >Sarah giggles

                                            >"Looks like someone's in the mood. Why don't we take this to the bedroom?"

                                            >Pink light flashes


                                            --


                                            >You are Moondancer, drowning in the pleasure

                                            >Long, foal-chasing legs wrapped around your neck, pushing your nose into Sarah's sopping hole

                                            >Her hips buck and roll as your tongue teases more and more juice out of her honeypot

                                            >As for you, your hind legs are trembling uncontrollably as Anon works his rod in and out, reaching low to hold you up and play with your teats


                                            --


                                            >You are Sarah McNair, still on your back, practically deepthroating Mooner's tongue

                                            >Anon pushes a lubed up dildo in and out of your ass, his cock recovering by the minute

                                            >Finally, he pushes it in to the hilt, then slowly pushes his length through your folds

                                            >You moan uncontrollably, stretched and stuffed to capacity


                                            --


                                            >You are Anon, pushing your dick between two pussies sandwiched together, Moony sucking on Sarah's tits

                                            >You dig your fingers into the woman's hips and and grunt, pulsing out your satisfaction onto their bellies


                                            --


                                            >You are Moondancer, laying on the bed next to your worn out herdmates

                                            >You giggle helplessly

                                            "You know, ponies usually wait until after the nice dinner to buck each other's brains out on Hearts and Hooves."

                                            >Sarah rolls over with a sigh and digs her hand through your tuft

                                            >"Then they're missing out."

                                            >Anon hums in agreement

                                            >"Though eating out sounds good, I don't think I have the will to cook this evening."

                                            >You stare at the ceiling, trying to remember the name of a fancy human restaurant

                                            >None of the ones named after food royalty, oddly enough

                                            >Five Guys?

                                            >Isn't that the one with scandalously clad waiters?

                                            >Oh wait, now you remember

                                            "How about we treat ourselves to something fancy, Olive Garden?"

                                            >The humans break into giggles, no doubt delighted at your decisive and extravagant choice

                                            >It isn't easy being the alpha of a human herd, but you manage