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

By Uh-hmmm
Created: 15th February 2022 01:47:47 AM
25th June 2022 01:15:45 PM

  1. >You are Moondancer, the first to wake
  2. >It's 1 pm when you emerge from your government subsidized apartment, leaving your human herdmates to recover from the Tenchi Muyo GXP marathon
  3. >Once again, magic and caffeine have given you the strength to lead the herd
  4. >You teleport to the nearest grocery store and walk through the doors
  5. >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
  6. >It's like humans were /made/ for mares
  7. >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
  8. >Your brain, running on fumes, magic, and legal addictive stimulants, finally notices something off
  9. >Why are there Hearts and Hooves day decorations?
  10. >You open up the calendar on your smartslate
  11. >Buck
  12. >It's February 14, which is to say, day 32 of the second month, Hearts and Hooves Day
  13. >While you wait in line for the self-checkout, you browse Amarezon for gifts
  14. >Luckily, you know your herdmates' leg measurements by heart, so striped thigh high socks it is
  15. >You hit 'buy' and they're teleported almost instantly into your saddlebags
  16. >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
  17. >Humans are starting to get used to equine cohabitation
  18. >You pause as you look at the total
  19. >$23.49
  20. >What is that in bits?
  21. >Base ten, decimal money, dollar to bit conversion rate...
  22. >Buck it
  23. >It's not three digits, so you're fine
  24. >You swipe the herd card and hook your two grocery bags next to your saddlebags and teleport home
  25. >You find Anon in the kitchen, shirtless and wearing gray sweatpants as he makes sub sandwiches
  26. >Celestia, you love this colt
  27. >You muffle your movements with a spell, setting the milk and lettuce in the fridge, ice cream in the freezer
  28. >Then you do something you still can't believe isn't somehow illegal for you
  29. >You nudge your nose below Anon's slappable ass and huff his balls through his sweatpants
  30. >For his part, he lets out a cute yelp, tensing around your snout
  31. >"Moony! Do you have to?"
  32. >You sigh happily, breathing in the smell of his musk
  33. "Alpha's privilege, Anon."
  34. >"I looked that up, actually. There's nothing in the marital section of the Cultural Understanding Manual about intimate sniffing."
  35. >You poke your head out between his legs and look up to see his face
  36. "Does that mean you don't want to let me huff your jewels anymore?"
  37. >Your ears droop at the prospect
  38. >He stares at you with a exasperated, helpless expression
  39. >"You really like it, huh?"
  40. >You nod silently
  41. >He sighs
  42. >"Fine. Just not while I'm at the stove or using a knife, alright?"
  43. >You beam at him
  44. "Deal."
  45. >You have the best coltfriend
  46.  
  47. --
  48.  
  49. >You are Sarah McNair, feeling like the six hours of sleep wasn't nearly enough
  50. >Which should be obvious, but you are running on six hours of sleep after staying up until seven in the morning watching anime
  51. >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
  52. >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
  53. >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
  54. "Mrnin."
  55. >Said kind soul pulls out a chair for you at the table, placing a steaming mug before you
  56. >You take a sip and start feeling more like a human
  57. >Anon comes back to the table and sets a BLT sandwich in front of you
  58. >You smile up at him and say, "Thanks, dear."
  59. >He tousles your hair fondly
  60. >"You're welcome, fire-head girl."
  61. >Gosh, you love the big dork
  62. >Across the table, Mooners is sitting on the floor, lapping at her own mug of coffee
  63. >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
  64. >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
  65. >You can't help but watch that skillful, long tongue dip into the mug
  66. >You shift a little in your seat, remembering the last time it was inside you
  67. >You avert your eyes, and focus on your sandwich
  68. >You have a headache, you really don't want to get all hot and bothered before the coffee works its magic
  69.  
  70. >Once you are done with your meal, and the mug is drained, filled, and drained again, your humanity is restored
  71. >Mooners clears her throat
  72. >"Anon, could you join us at the table? I have something we need to talk about."
  73. >You raise your eyebrows as your boyfriend sits down
  74. >Your marefriend licks her lips
  75. >"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."
  76. >You blink
  77. >Anon slaps a hand over his face
  78. >"Shit, it is Valentine's day, isn't it? I totally forgot too."
  79. >Oh
  80. >Right
  81. >Today's not a eat ice cream and watch sappy movies day anymore
  82. >You grin
  83. "Let's try celebrating it the pony way, then. You mentioned gifts, Mooners?"
  84. >She nods
  85. >She levitates two slim packages out of her saddlebags by the door
  86. >You pull it from her magic, and open it up
  87. >Pink and white cloth...
  88. >You pull it out and and let it unroll
  89. >Cat ear thigh highs with horizontal stripes
  90. "Wow, thanks! This looks really cute!"
  91. >Mooners blushes adorably
  92. >You look over at Anon to see what he got
  93. >Black and green vertical striped thigh highs
  94. >You snortle at his bemused expression
  95. "Go on, try them on, I bet they look sexy."
  96. >He glances between you and your eagerly nodding marefriend
  97. >"As you wish."
  98. >Anon stands up and pulls down his sweatpants
  99. "Oh my!"
  100. >The man is not wearing boxers
  101. >He glances at you, his cheeks reddening
  102. >You rest your chin on your hand and smile as he pulls the socks up
  103. "Thank you for this, Mooners."
  104. >The mare grunts in acknowledgement, not looking away from Anon's thighs and rising trouser snake
  105. >It makes you want to see him in a short skirt
  106.  
  107. --
  108.  
  109. > You are Anon, feeling awkward and aroused while standing in front of your girlfriends
  110. >Moony is outright drooling and Sarah has a glint in her eye that promises to awaken something in you
  111. >You cough, your Mr. Worldwide twitching
  112. "Well, Sarah, why don't you try on your gift?"
  113. >Your marefriend immediately switches to state hungrily at the redhead
  114. >Sarah laughs nervously
  115. >"I still have bed head, and-"
  116. >"Please?"
  117. >You still don't understand how Moony can be so cute while also being a pervert
  118. >Those wide, trembling eyes
  119. >The hoof disappearing between her thighs
  120. >Your woman barely lasts ten seconds before folding
  121. >"Alright, alright."
  122. >She turns in her seat and pulls up one leg and turns the sock over in her hands
  123. >You love her pale skin, but seeing the fabric slide up her leg is doing nice things for you too
  124. >Sarah puts the other on and stands up, rubbing her thighs together
  125. >"Well?"
  126. >You step over and hold out your fist to Moony
  127. >She bumps it with her hoof
  128. >"You look delicious!"
  129. >She really does, the stripes emphasizing how thicc and meaty her thighs are
  130. "I agree, they look hella sexy on you."
  131. >Sarah blushes happily, looking down and tucking a stand of hair behind her ear
  132. >"Thanks guys."
  133. >You look at Moony
  134. "So, what about you, where are your socks?"
  135. >She blinks at you
  136. >"My socks? But I'm a mare, I don't wear socks!"
  137. >You glance at Sarah, who nods in mutual understanding
  138. >The two of you sashay up on either side of Moony
  139. >She glances frantically between the two of you, going crosseyed as you plop your shaft down across her muzzle
  140. >Sarah lightly caresses the unicorn's horn with her hand
  141. >"Aw, but we really, really want to see you in socks, Mooners."
  142. >The mare shivers under the attention
  143. >"I-uh, well, since, um..."
  144. >You raise a leg and hook it over her withers
  145. "Join us. You know you want to."
  146. >She pants, horn sparking fitfully
  147. >"Ah, um. Yes. Okay."
  148. >You move to straddle her back as she plucks the smartslate from her saddlebags
  149. >Sarah leans against you and you both look over Moony's shoulder as she pulls up Amarezon, the redeemed shipping conglomerate app
  150. >Sarah hums thoughtfully
  151. >"What do you think would look best on her? Black lace? White stockings and garters?"
  152. >You run your fingers through Moony's mane
  153. "Hmm, I'm thinking purple with a thicker band up top, so it squeezes her thighs a little."
  154. >The mare swallows and types in the search terms
  155. >Sarah reaches down and scrolls through the results and picks a nice silt number
  156. >A few taps more, and the socks are teleported directly onto Moony's legs
  157. >She jumps slightly at the sensation
  158. >"Buck, but that's a weird feeling."
  159. >You pat her neck as you get off to inspect the goods
  160. "You get used to it."
  161. >Moony's tail swishes back and forth as you get a good look
  162. >Just like you had hoped, they pinch ever so slightly, pushing into her soft thighs
  163. "Damn, that's nice!"
  164. >You run an admiring hand over her flank, her tail flagging higher and higher
  165. >Sarah giggles
  166. >"Looks like someone's in the mood. Why don't we take this to the bedroom?"
  167. >Pink light flashes
  168.  
  169. --
  170.  
  171. >You are Moondancer, drowning in the pleasure
  172. >Long, foal-chasing legs wrapped around your neck, pushing your nose into Sarah's sopping hole
  173. >Her hips buck and roll as your tongue teases more and more juice out of her honeypot
  174. >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
  175.  
  176. --
  177.  
  178. >You are Sarah McNair, still on your back, practically deepthroating Mooner's tongue
  179. >Anon pushes a lubed up dildo in and out of your ass, his cock recovering by the minute
  180. >Finally, he pushes it in to the hilt, then slowly pushes his length through your folds
  181. >You moan uncontrollably, stretched and stuffed to capacity
  182.  
  183. --
  184.  
  185. >You are Anon, pushing your dick between two pussies sandwiched together, Moony sucking on Sarah's tits
  186. >You dig your fingers into the woman's hips and and grunt, pulsing out your satisfaction onto their bellies
  187.  
  188. --
  189.  
  190. >You are Moondancer, laying on the bed next to your worn out herdmates
  191. >You giggle helplessly
  192. "You know, ponies usually wait until after the nice dinner to buck each other's brains out on Hearts and Hooves."
  193. >Sarah rolls over with a sigh and digs her hand through your tuft
  194. >"Then they're missing out."
  195. >Anon hums in agreement
  196. >"Though eating out sounds good, I don't think I have the will to cook this evening."
  197. >You stare at the ceiling, trying to remember the name of a fancy human restaurant
  198. >None of the ones named after food royalty, oddly enough
  199. >Five Guys?
  200. >Isn't that the one with scandalously clad waiters?
  201. >Oh wait, now you remember
  202. "How about we treat ourselves to something fancy, Olive Garden?"
  203. >The humans break into giggles, no doubt delighted at your decisive and extravagant choice
  204. >It isn't easy being the alpha of a human herd, but you manage

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