A Stable Relationship

A Stable Relationship

The gentle spray of the sea air hit Mona's face as she peered out of the mouth of the cavern. Her escape from the dark elven city of Zeln'kethiir had been fraught with peril, only just possible thanks to the potion of invisibility smuggled to her by Kezril Devanarthe, the wonderful, beautiful dark elven man to whom she owed her freedom and her life. Before, she had been a slave and a curiosity: the only female minotaur most of her captors had ever seen. Now she was a free woman! Behind her was the Underworld, but before her was the surface world and the open sea!

Compared to most minotaurs, Mona was scrawny and diminutive. She was barely over seven feet tall, with a slender body save for her generous bust and wide hips, covered in soft, sleek black fur. Her head was that of a majestic cow with curved, gleaming white horns, her face softer and less fierce than most free minotaurs thanks to a life as a relatively-pampered dark elven house slave. Her dark eyes shone in the starlight, wide with intelligence and wonder as she gazed upon the horizon of the surface world for the first time that she could remember in her life.

For a moment, it was enough to merely look out into the distance and see the wide open world. Stars lit up the sky in a majestic, infinite canopy of dark, rich blue, reflected on the equally infinite water below. The rippling sea below was broken up only by one distant shape, with a glowing blue pinprick of light atop it. It took a few moments before Mona realized: that was Kezril on the seafaring ship, sending the signal! That had been their plan, escaping from the Underworld to a seaside cavern and then escaping to sea together to begin a new and uncertain life together on the surface world.

Mona produced the signal log from her own backpack, nearly dropping it in her fumbling excitement, and touched it off with one of the firesticks she carried. It started to burn with a brilliant, blinding green flame, so bright it was almost white. In the distance, she saw the ship's signal light blinking in response, and then another smaller speck split off from it and appeared in the water, slowly bobbing in her direction. They had seen her! Her heart danced with joy at the realization that she would be reunited with Kezril in freedom.

The waiting was agony as Mona watched the lifeboat approach. Finally, at the shore she was greeted by a burly, tired-looking human man, his brown shoulders shining with sweat in the light of the stars. "Mona?" the man said, breathing deeply.

"That's me," Mona said eagerly.

"Kezril," the man said, and pointed to the larger ship in the distance. Then his head jerked down towards the oars. "You row." His command of the dark elven language did not seem extensive.

Mona was by no means among the largest and strongest of her kind, and she had never rowed a boat before, but she eagerly took up the oars and started rowing them back to the ship. Sheer enthusiasm and what measure of minotaurly strength she did possess carried her back to the boat, though it was with raw, burning palms and aching shoulders that she clambered onto the deck, her generous bosom heaving with deep breaths beneath the plain wool halter top that she wore with a matching skirt.

"Rowing," Mona gasped, to no one in particular, "is hard."

A laugh came from above her. "Minotaurs I've seen before," a man's voice said in harshly accented dark elven, "at the Free City of Burvala, or roaming the wild western hills in fierce tribes of marauders. But you, Miss Mona, are the first lady minotaur I have had the pleasure to meet." He took her hand in his own and kissed the back of it. "Captain Adan Haggard of the Dancing Crab, in the employ of Kezril Devanarthe, who I believe is a man of your acquaintance."

Mona looked up to the smiling, rugged, bearded face of the captain, a jovial, brown-skinned human man with curly hair and a big barrel chest. He looked like a pleasant fellow, as humans went, but hearing Kezril's name drove other thoughts from her head. "Kez is here, on board?" Mona asked. She didn't need to ask. She knew he was.

"Yes, but..." Captain Haggard started, his face betraying a hint of trepidation.

"I must go to him!" Mona exclaimed. She scanned the deck of the ship, populated by sailors who had come to gawk at the female minotaur who had just come on board, and finally she saw a dark, slender figure emerging from a cabin with a faint yellow light glowing within. She ran at him, quite beyond restraint, and tackled him back into the cabin with a fierce hug, as sailors cheered and catcalled behind them. Somebody had the decency to close the door behind them.

Kezril was a beautiful man with a slender acrobat's build and long white hair that flowed down nearly to his ass. He was dressed lightly in the revealing, open-front silken blouse that his matron mother had provided to show off his figure to suitors, and flowing trousers that showed the shape and outline of everything within when touched just right by the wind and the light. Mona was upon him at once, hand inside his open-fronted shirt, stroking his slender chest and the tight, sloping muscles of his back. Her snout nuzzled his chest and smooth shoulder, drinking in his scent... and finding it mingled with a strange feminine equine smell, mingled with a mysterious scent of sweetness and mystery. What was this!? Mona stopped, growing tense.

"Hiya! Who're you?" a high-pitched, bubbly female voice chirped from next to them. Mona looked over, and saw a small female horse with lavender shimmering hair and a mane that shone with all the colors of the rainbow as it moved under the light of the glow spheres illuminating the cabin. But she was no ordinary horse: her muzzle was softer and rounder in shape than a true horse, looking more humanlike, her forward-facing eyes big and round with intelligence, and her hips and bosom had a slight but noticeable human curve to them, including a small set of breasts oriented towards her front legs like a humanoid. She was not quite humanoid, but not fully quite quadruped either.

"Kezril?" Mona asked, her voice lowered with suspicion. "Who's this?" She had a pit of dread growing in her stomach that told her she already knew, in a relative way, who this pony-girl was.

"Mona, I can explain," Kezril said, too quickly. In this situation, leading with those words, 'I can explain' was itself sufficient to explain a good deal more than Kezril might have preferred. "This is Prism Heart, a pony-girl my family summoned from the alternate plane of Ponytopia by accident. My mother was going to... do things to her, with magic, and... I rescued her. Just like I rescued you."

"That doesn't explain what I'm wondering," Mona said, frowning. "Who is she... to you?"

Kezril's apologetic, panicked smile again said more than his words. "She's... a very sweet, kind person who is important to me..." he began.

"Kezril." Mona placed a single firm hand on his shoulder and gripped. Her voice was low and flat. "Have you been fucking her?"

Kezril took a deep breath, started to reply, and then hung his head, speechless. Mona grimaced, feeling her insides turn to acid, and turned away.

"Wait!" Prism Heart said. "Don't be so hard on him! He got us out of there, didn't he? And all the other women dominating his life have taught him all his life that he has only one thing to offer, his body and good looks... and it looks like he offered it to both of us. Don't be angry! It just means he likes us both!"

Mona wanted, very badly, to embrace the pony-girl's naive and tolerant opinion. After all, it wasn't as though she could just break off her relationship with Kezril and... what then? Walk off the boat and into a new life with no allies or friends in an unfamiliar world? But jealousy stirred strong in her. "So... Prism Heart, is it?" Even this girl's name sounded silly. She couldn't have this conversation while calling the other woman something quite so idiotic as 'Prism Heart.' "Can I call you Priz?"

Prism Heart giggled with an adorable little smile. "Of course!" she chirped.

"You must know, Priz," Mona said, "that Kezril's been intimate with me too. In fact, he's... the only man I've ever been with; the dark elves kept me separate from all the male minotaur slaves. I've always thought of him as my only true love. So, knowing that... doesn't that make you a little jealous?"

"Nope!" Prism Heart said cheerily. "Just the opposite. Kezril's really nice; he risked himself to save me when he was escaping from the city with all the dark elves. I'm stuck in this world now, unless we find a really powerful magician who can send me back home, but the only magicians that powerful that we know of are the dark elf Matron Mothers and that doesn't help, so I really am stuck..."

"I'm not sure I'm following you," Mona said, cutting off Prism Heart's breathless rambling. "What exactly is your point?"

"Well, if I'm stuck and I don't have any friends or people I love, that'd make me really sad," Prism Heart said. "But Kezril likes you too, and he's really nice, so maybe you're really nice too! In fact, I'm sure you are, because otherwise Kezril wouldn't be so close to you. And I can't really blame him for feeling romantic love for you, and even having sex with you, because... well, you're really beautiful." Prism Heart's blush somehow showed through her body's light covering of hair as she smiled bashfully.

"It doesn't work that way," Mona said crossly. "Even if you're nice and I'm nice, that doesn't... wait." Prism Heart's last statement sank in. "You just said I'm beautiful."

"You are!" Prism Heart exclaimed. "You're so tall, with sleek black fur and a stately snout and... well, really big boobies." Her eyes drank in Mona's cleavage with an admiring grin that was almost innocent and refreshing in its lack of self-consciousness and pure lust. "Why wouldn't Kezril want to have sex with you? Anyone would!"

Mona felt very confused. Was this pony-girl actually making a pass at her? And if she was, was Mona actually considering it? From the side, Kezril spoke up. "I'm sorry that I've hurt you, Mona," he said. "I want to try to be better, as a friend or a lover, to both of you. We've got each other, and what's left of the bag of treasure I stole from my mother after hiring these sailors, but that's it. I'd like it if we can all be close, somehow. Even though I handled this badly and upset you."

Mona looked at him, then back at Prism Heart, who was still smiling at her in a very humanlike way, then back at Kezril once more. His sincerity touched her, as well as the vulnerability shown in his frank statement of their circumstances, even as Prism Heart's apparent interest in her made her jitter with excitement and set off all sorts of strange sensations. "I'm thinking it over, Kezril," she told him. "Give me a moment to talk to her, all right?"

Kezril nodded. "I should speak to our captain anyway," he said. "It's time we were setting sail." He stopped, smiling uneasily, his orange eyes shining. "I do love you, Mona." He kissed her softly, then stepped out of the cabin. Mona suppressed a pang of mixed emotions as she watched him leave, and turned to Prism Heart to get down to business, but was stopped by her visible concern.

"He really does," Prism Heart said with innocent conviction. "I know he does!" She lowered her voice. "I don't want to give you any more hurt feelings, Mona. But if I got to choose, I'd want all three of us to be as close as we can, in every way that we can. I think it's better that way." Her long, unponylike eyelashes waved over a nervous smile.

Mona looked at Prism Heart. She heard sincerity in her voice, but her words were loaded. Her eyes traveled over the pony-girl, whose smile remained as she regarded Mona with some kind of interest. Mona felt attraction hanging between them, and while dark elves spoke in riddles to one another, she had no desire to. "Are you saying you want to have sex with me, Priz?" she asked plainly.

Prism Heart looked away, but the eagerness betrayed in her sidelong glance in the midst of bashful giggle was answer enough, even before she said, "W-we could try it, right? I mean, if you wanted to, that is."

It sounded all too appealing; something about the pony-girl's cheerful, chirpy mannerisms and innocent beauty was so contagious that Mona was seriously considering it. Weren't jealousy and competition the kind of feelings that governed the dark elves she had so eagerly fled from? What was wrong with opening up and trying this? She left out a shaky breath through her big nostrils. "I need a drink," she said.

"Ooh! Ooh!" Prism Heart danced in place, hooves clacking on the floor of the cabin. "This is my specialty, Mona! Can I get you a drink?"

Mona gave her a skeptical stare. "I don't know, Priz... can you?" she asked. "It doesn't look like you've got anything to drink on you." She looked down at her hooves. "Or hands to pour a bottle, for that matter."

"But I can!" Prism Heart said. "See, where I come from, every pony has a special magic ability that is unique to them, that only they can use!"

"From where this is going, I'm guessing yours isn't anything badass like firing prismatic rays at your enemies," Mona said.

"No, silly," Prism Heart said, laughing, "if I could do that the dark elves wouldn't have caught me! No, what I can do is even better: I conjure up liquor! But not just any liquor: this is magical liquor! It tastes amazing, it won't make you sick or do any harm, and you won't even wake up with a hangover! If you drink too much, it just puts you to sleep! Not only that, but it's actually good for you: it has a lot of nutrients like fruit or vegetables, and it helps keep your heart healthy!"

Mona wasn't sure what 'nutrients' even were, but Prism Heart had won her already with the part about liquor that tastes great and wouldn't make you sick. It had been a harrowing escape, and she found herself now in a very loaded situation, viewed through the trembling haze of newly-won freedom. "I'll take a glass," Mona said, "while I think about... what we just talked about."

"All right!" Prism Heart said happily. She went over to a clay mug on the night stand, and picked it up with one hoof. Somehow. Then she brought it over to Mona, and stared at the mug with intense focus. A faint orange glow rose from it for only a second or two, and smiling with satisfaction, she handed the mug to Mona.

Mona had some doubts as she picked up the mug and found a little measure of liquid in it. She took a taste. It was something similar to a light brandy infused with peaches and mangos. She drank it down, pleasantly surprised, and felt a pleasing warmth begin spreading out from her core. "That was really good," Mona said, "thank you!" The warmth spread up her neck, and she smiled lopsidedly at Prism Heart. "You want a taste?"

Prism Heart gave her a quizzical look. "I could make more," she said, "but there's none left in the cup."

"Correct," Mona said, and she leaned down and kissed her. Tilting her head, they were able to slide their snouts together, lips sealing briefly before parting again as her tongue conveyed the aftertaste of Prism Heart's magical liquor across to her mouth. She was soft and gentle and feminine, different from Kezril, with a face shaped more like her own. Prism Heart made a little high-pitched sound, somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and Mona's large hands drifted down her body. She traced a hand over the side of her waist, then reached up to cup one of her small breasts.

"Mona," Prism Heart said softly, writhing under her touch with a soft gasp. "A-are you..."

Mona quieted her with another gentle kiss, then picked her up in her arms and carried her to the bed. Prism Heart's body was not quite humanoid or equine, but she was able to get comfortable on her back on the bed as Mona climbed over her. She nuzzled her softly at the neck and shoulders, the short, fine lavender hairs of her body bristling her snout and lips gently. Prism Heart let out a tense breath and let her forelimbs curl over Mona's back in a simple embrace.

Mona drifted lower still, nuzzling Prism Heart's soft little breasts, and stopped to gently lick each nipple, making her cry out softly. Her hooved forelimbs clumsily stroked Mona's back, and she writhed beneath the touches. Little whining sounds escaped her, even as her large, beautiful eyes clenched shut. Drifting further down, Mona found her very human-like belly button and teased it with her tongue, which earned another gasp from her.

Down further, past the gentle slope of her belly, Mona found her pubic mound, and when she nuzzled her there she smelled the scent of arousal. Prism Heart squirmed again, making a plaintive humming sound, and Mona decided to tease her with further nuzzles, both drawing out her anticipation and also giving herself time to consider what she was doing. She knew the dark elven women had sex in this way, often as a showing of dominance; one of her former mistresses had told her that a political rival's respect and influence could be diminished at court if it was common knowledge that she had let herself be cajoled, tempted, or intimidated into eating her opponent's pussy. But Prism Heart was about as different from a dark elven matron as anybody could possibly be. Even if they were potentially rivals, surely that wasn't a cause for concern?

"Mona," Prism Heart gasped, somehow managing to blush through her hair again. "Please..."

Mona smiled, then lowered herself down further and came face to face with Prism Heart's pussy. The different set of her equine hind legs and hips made its positioning seem slightly different than a fully humanoid woman's, but Mona had never seen one this close-up before. Her equine scent, mingling with soft sweetness and something mysterious and heady, was stronger than ever. She put her fingers on each of the lips of her pussy and spread her, eliciting another sharp cry from her and finding her opening already wet.

Mona drew back her hand, then nuzzled the opening with her snout, smearing some of the escaping wetness across the tip of her nose. Prism Heart's scent was intoxicating, and Mona nuzzled her again and again, rubbing the lips of her pussy and the folds above her little button around in irregular motions, making her squirm and cry out. After a few times of that, she parted her lips when she came in again, and extended her tongue, first sliding it along her opening, then gently probing her inner folds.

The door to the cabin opened, and Kezril stepped in. "I've spoken to the captain, and he's preparing to depart," he said. "They'll blow the ship's whistle when we actually begin... oh." He stopped and stared, mouth wide open. "Mona, y-you're..."

Mona turned and gave him a sultry look. "She's adorable, Kezril," she said. "I can see what you like about her. But I hope you haven't forgotten me?" She wiggled her hips at him, then returned her mouth to Prism Heart's pussy, making her cry out again.

Wordlessly, Kezril approached from behind. Mona never slowed in her oral attentions to the pussy of the squirming, gasping pony-girl in her grasp, even as he drew off her skirt and took his position behind her. His hand stroked across her labia, making her shiver, and then one finger slowly insinuated itself into her, finding her already very wet and aroused.

The finger withdrew, and then it was replaced by Kezril's cock, thrusting into her, filling her sweetly. Mona cooed and made a soft hum of pleasure and satisfaction just as her tongue brushed up over the area of Prism Heart's clitoris, making the pony-girl jump and cry out. "Ooh, Mona!" she exclaimed. "That was amazing, do it again! Do it agaiiiyyy..."

Prism Heart's words trailed off into another cry as Mona licked her clitoris while vibrating her tongue with a hum again. As Kezril thrust into her from behind repeatedly, one of his nimble hands lowered around to beneath her to stroke her clit, Mona would tease Prism Heart, drawing her closer to the brink only to draw away and leave her wanting more. Prism Heart writhed in agonizing pleasure from this treatment, her juices running down to flow into the shifting prismatic hair of her long, fluffy tail beneath her on the bed.

Mona wasn't experienced at all with other women, and her own attentions were becoming erratic as Kezril fucked her and stroked her clitoris, and soon her teasing failed and she sent Prism Heart over the edge into orgasm, crying out passionately as she writhed in pleasure. With the moment at hand, Mona renewed her focus on Prism Heart's sensitive button, licking and swirling her tongue around with erratic moans and hums, some voluntary and some not. Prism Heart cried out and squirmed with the orgasm for some time, and Mona felt her own climax rising soon, but then finally Prism Heart pushed her away with a desperate gasp.

"Oh!" Prism Heart exclaimed. "Oh Mona, that was amazing, but I can't take any more!" She took a few deep breaths, and the sight of her, her prismatic mane all askew, her uniquely proportioned body splayed out on the bed, her expression breathless and dazed with lust and pleasure, brought Mona closer to the edge as well. "You want to switch places and I'll do you now?"

Mona was already feeling wonderful, and there was that wicked temptation to be competitive, to keep Kezril's touches and his cock all to herself and show them both who his favored woman was. But if they were looking ahead to a future together as a trio, that way of thinking was now something to be left behind. Wasn't the idea that they should bond together, on every level? Besides, Mona had to admit, she was very attracted to Prism Heart in some ways, and she wanted to see what the pony-girl would do now that she was in a giving mood.

Mona traded positions with Prism Heart, and soon she was on the bed, legs spread before Prism Heart, while Kezril took the pony-girl from behind and stroked her as he had Mona. Prism Heart must have realized how ready and aroused Mona was, because she dove in with clumsy enthusiasm, licking her with a frantic, agile tongue that stroked her in many different places before settling into a series of irregular swirls over her clitoris. It was a light, but cresting sort of pleasure that brought her back to the edge in no time. She looked down at the pony-girl, her beautiful eyes glazed over with lust as she licked her around soft, panting moans, and then at Kezril, whose face was tense with pleasure as he drove into Prism Heart, and went over the edge.

Mona cried out sharply and came with Prism Heart's face buried in her pussy, licking her furiously. The pleasure was intense, gripping her as it coursed through her body, the feelings just as incredible as the situation she now found herself in. Despite admiring the forms of her dark elven mistresses with a bit more than artistic appreciation in the past, Mona had never imagined herself having sex with a woman, let alone one who was fucking her man, let alone a strange pony-girl like Prism Heart! Yet it seemed so right, and so beautiful in this moment as she slowly drifted down from the heights of bliss, shaken by the aftershocks brought in the wake of Prism Heart's ongoing attentions.

Past Prism Heart, through lust-glazed eyes, Mona saw Kezril thrust fully into her with a sharp gasp. He was also in the midst of a powerful orgasm, filling Prism Heart with bursts of dark elven cum, brought to the heights of pleasure inside of her slick pussy. Mona watched, and felt surprisingly no jealousy, only affection. But then her feelings took a turn for amusement when Prism Heart looked up, her eyes big with realization even through the haze of pleasure.

"Kezril!" Prism Heart exclaimed. "I'm pretty sure I'm fertile right now, a-and... you just came in me! I think you just filled me with beautiful elf babiiiiieees!!" Her voice rose to a cry again as this realization, coupled with the motions of Kezril's hand and the fading thrusts of his cock, set off another orgasm. Mona watched her coming, overcome with adoration at the cute, pleasure-wracked expressions on her face. She just wanted to seize her up in her arms and cuddle her!

So when Prism Heart's orgasm started dying down, she did just that. Mona formed a clumsy embrace with the pony-girl, kissing her lightly, feeling her gentle softness and warmth as their bodies lay entwined on the bed. Kezril crawled up with them, his cock slick with their juices and mostly soft, and Mona leaned over to take it quickly into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it a few times, then turned back and kissed Prism Heart, sharing their shared juices with her. Then she parted just enough to grab Kezril with one arm and pull him into their clumsy embrace as well, each cuddling and sharing the feeling of the bodies of the other two.

"If you just gave her children," Mona said softly to Kezril, "I want some too."

"Elf babies for everyone!" Prism Heart said excitedly, trying to snuggle in even closer to both of them.

Kezril laughed softly. "If that's your wish, Mona, we'll try for it every day," he said. "Though we'll have to figure out how we want to live in the long run, both for ourselves and for our children." He stroked Mona's thigh affectionately. "I got away with quite a bit of my family's treasure, and it will be a nice start, but it won't last forever."

"Maybe we could go to a city, and open a tavern together!" Prism Heart said, looking at each of them with dreamy eyes. "Think about it... a pony, a minotaur, and a dark elf running the place! There wouldn't be another one like it anywhere!"

Mona grabbed the clay mug from beside the bed. "I'll share a drink to that," she said. "I presume you'd be selling your magical liquor as the featured special?"

Prism Heart paused to conjure liquor into the cup, and Mona took a sip. It was just as good as before. "Of course," Prism Heart said. "It'd be on the sign board outside every day!"

"And just what do you call this stuff?" Kezril said, taking a little sip from the cup himself.

Prism Heart giggled. "Why, what else?" she said. "I call it 'Wholesome Prism Booze!'"

Mona heard the ship's whistle blowing, and she hung her head and sighed.

The End

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