Lecherous Luncheon

Sign gently awoke to the faint scent of vanilla invading her sinuses, as well as the sensation of something warm pressed against her belly. Cracking one eye open, she peered upon a disheveled, unmistakable crimson and onyx mane. Closing her eyes, relishing the moment, she sighed.

Sign had known Lilith for longer than she could remember. Unlike herself, the unicorn was from a rather well-to-do family, so money wasn’t a concern. While she had to make a living as a walking promotional board, her friend was able to wile away her days in a mansion doing as she pleased. She wasn’t resentful about it, though it made finding time to visit difficult for her - which is why she’d been so excited to have a lunch date with her companion.

The day before, after she’d escorted the cum-drunk mare back to her manor and gotten her washed up, she’d laid her down to bed. Given her lodgings were on the opposite side of town, Sign decided to stay the night. Lilith had offered to let her crash there for the evening, so she felt comfortable making herself at home.

Truth be told, she could have chosen any number of guest rooms to stay in, but that wasn’t the case. Rolling around in a bed by one’s self was immeasurably dissatisfying, in comparison to sleeping with another - as such, after a brief shower, she’d returned to Lilith’s room. Slipping under the covers, cozying up to her fellow unicorn, she’d drifted off for the night.

A sudden, gentle movement shook Sign from her reverie, robbing her of the chance to rest further. Peeking out at Lilith’s face, she brushed a lock of scarlet hair away from the mare’s eyes. She smiled, basking in the warmth her friend afforded - that was, until she felt something hot and fleshy flex against her abdomen. Realizing what it had to be, she focused on her companion’s tranquil visage.

Somehow, even in her sleep, Lilith managed to pull off quite the adorable look. From her peaceful expression and pouting lips, to her gentle breathing and relaxed frame, she was the embodiment of serenity. For lack of a better word, it was all simply perfect. A second gentle nudge against her belly left her to smile, reminding her of yet another charming trait of the mare.

Sign peeked down, noticing the cover draped over a prominent imprint at her friend’s waist. Lifting the blanket, knowing full well what awaited her, she looked beneath the sheets. The broad, fat tip of Lilith’s flaccid length lie against her stomach. Long, vascular, and jet black, the dickmare’s tool gorgeously contrasted her pale coat.

The mere sight of the appendage was enough to make her mouth water, sparking an idea. Considering she rarely spent the night in the same house as her friend, let alone in the same bed, she was given an exceptional opportunity. Glancing up to the mare’s face, she grinned impishly.

Lilith hadn’t always been equipped with such a magnificent tool. Her ability to control ink allowed her to outfit ponies with fully functional bits of biology, so it was no surprise that she’d gifted herself the additional hardware. Given the fact that her mother was a dickmare was only part of the equation; given she also had a fondness for hung females, she’d simply decided to make herself one as well.

Regardless of the meaty cock, there was no denying that Lilith was an exceptional mare. Short, cute, and deliciously plump, her aesthetic was only outshone by her personality. While externally reserved and pithy, she was also delightfully depraved and playful. Sure, she may not show it all the time, but her depravity always lurked below the surface.

As stealthily as possible, moving with glacial speed, Sign inched down the mattress. Her face passed Lilith’s neck, chest, and belly, before it came to a halt in front of the semi-erect length of stallionhood. Inhaling through her nose, she savored the aroma of the girthy tool; earthy and rich, the scent wafted to her, causing her heart to skip a beat.

Looking up, ensuring Lilith was still asleep, she leaned in. Bringing her snout to the mare’s onyx package, she softly pressed her snout to her friend’s weighty balls. Even without trying, the dainty perfume of musk tickled nostrils her, sending a shiver up her spine. Dark as a moonless night, the hoof sized orbs contained untold pints of spunk. Fondling one in her hoof, she appreciated it’s heft for a moment, before moving on.

Reaching over, Sign carefully drew her hoof over the somewhat soft log of flesh. Besides its color standing in stark contrast to Lilith’s fur, it was just an outright beauty to gaze upon. The gradual taper, leading to its thick base, was picturesque. Drinking in its every detail, her eyes danced up the shaft, past its broad tip, to the slumbering mare above.

Sign grinned, as she watched her friend sleep. Sliding forward, she rested her cheek on the mare’s tummy. She saw no reason not to make herself comfortable, so she did just that. Easing her head down, taking care not to disturb her friend, she repositioned herself.

Moving her face lower, bringing her muzzle to Lilith’s sheath, her lips parted. Her tongue crept forward and pressed itself against the warm, velvety flesh before her. Moving up the exquisite shaft, delicate, somewhat salty flavors washed over her taste buds. As she reached the ridged crown, she lazily rolled her body to the side and spread her hind legs.

Running her tongue around the tip of Lilith’s tool, she affectionately kissed the battering ram-like crown. Internally, it was a precarious situation, to be sure; a part of her wanted nothing more than to leap upon the blasted thing, cramming it into her muzzle, yet she didn’t want to awaken her friend - at least, not yet.

Adjusting her position, Sign opened her maw. Slowly, she pressed her head forward, allowing the pliable cock to slip into mer muzzle. Gingerly wrapping her lips around it’s shaft, just below the head, she closed her eyes. There was something undeniably hot about the sensation of a stallionhood in her mouth, especially if it was her friend’s.

Pursing her lips, she clandestinely serviced Lilith. Gliding her tongue over it, while it neared the back of her throat, she sweetly sucked upon its silken length. She inhaled sharply, as her marehood involuntarily winked. Hell, she hadn’t even touched herself and she was already leaking like a faucet. As her sex seized upon itself, she administered her amorous ministrations.

A faint murmur interrupted Sign, causing her motions to slow. Lilith stirred beneath her, though she didn’t move much. As she was, she couldn’t check to see if her friend was still slumbering. As the seconds dragged on, without hearing a peep, she smiled contentedly. The dickmare audibly smacked her lips and hummed to herself, assuring her that she hadn’t awoken the girl; even though she wasn’t conscious, it seemed as though the attention hadn’t gone completely unnoticed.

Sign felt the tool in her maw lightly throb, quietly reminding her to continue. Renewing her efforts, fully aware that her friend was steadily getting hard, she took a deep breath. Craning her neck and closing her eyes, she committed herself to the task at hoof. Languidly rolling the tip around in her mouth, getting her first delectable taste of pre-cum, she failed to notice a lone, crimson eye peering down at her.

Honestly, the only reason Lilith had woken up was due to the acute attention she’d received on the sensitive rim of her glans. She couldn’t say how long Sign had been down there enjoying herself, but she was hardly going to complain - still, being surreptitiously toyed with demanded some sort of retaliation. Glancing over, willing ink to flow from the well on her desk, she set her hastily devised plan into motion.

Pattering to the floor, the fluid crept across the polished hardwood. Upon reaching the bed, in a gravity defying fashion, it crawled up a hanging piece of fabric towards the pair. As indisposed as Sign was, she had no clue what she was in for - which was exactly Lilith’s intent. Making a beeline for the chestnut mare’s loins, the dark substance moved with a purpose.

A cool feeling on her groin was all the warning Sign got that something was dreadfully amiss. Rearing back, silently dislodging Lilith’s dick from her maw, she pushed the covers upward. Upon her crotch sat a black, seething mass, roiling and forming itself into a swell. Before her very eyes, it formed and molded itself into a very familiar shape.

There was no doubt about it; she’d been caught with her hoof in the cookie jar and she was suffering the consequences. Wheeling around, scrunching her snout, she leered up at Lilith’s face. To no shock whatsoever, her friend was quietly giggling and holding a hoof to her muzzle.

“Darling,” the dickmare chuckled, affixing Sign with her signature come-hither look, “you didn’t presume I wouldn’t notice?” Shifting her attention slightly lower, watching the obsidian stallionhood and pair of testes grow from her friend’s nethers, her smile broadened. “You’ve always been rather vocal - pun intended - about your love of oral.”

Sign raised a hoof to protest, but thought better of it. Frankly, she’d teased Lilith about being adorned with a dick on several occasions, so she wasn’t upset. Bringing a hoof to her mouth, in mock shock, her eyes went wide; just because she didn’t care, didn’t mean she couldn’t make light of the situation.

Oh no!she displayed, holding the foreleg to her forehead. Whatever will I do!?!

“Oh hush,” Lilith tutted, waving a hoof at her friend, “as if you haven’t been curious about wielding such a thing before.”

Well, Sign began, crawling up Lilith’s frame, since you put it here, maybe you could give me some pointers… The words seamlessly rolled over her shoulders and forelimbs, while she slowly dragged herself over her friend’s belly. She flinched, as the newly formed nerves in her dick sent foreign sensations through her.

The fabric of the blanket, in comparison, was course and uncomfortable, compared to Lilith’s velveteen coat and soft skin. It almost felt like her clit, although the sensation was hard to articulate. Portions of her tool were more sensitive than others, namely the tip and underside, but not unpleasantly so. As tempting as the notion was to stop and play with it, giving herself time to experiment with the organ, she had every intention of taking advantage of the situation.

Bringing her face to meet Lilith’s, Sign faced the unicorn. Beyond being a friend, there was something downright bewitching about her. Her muzzle drifted forward, closer and closer, until their noses were nearly touching against each other. Gazing into her eyes, she lost herself.

Sensing weakness, Lilith’s head shot forward. Locking lips with Sign’s own, her tongue wormed into her friend’s mouth. Her playful ambush worked exquisitely, rewarding her with a hot, rigid sensation on her belly. With their stallionhoods virtually pressing against one another, and their nuts snuggled together, she wriggled contentedly.

Retracting her head, Lilith tittered slightly. It was funny - despite Sign having just administered a stealthy blowjob, it was the kiss that left her looking flustered. Disjointed scribbles and nonsensical gibberish drifted across her blushing cheeks and wide eyes. It was, without a doubt, adorable.

“I can taste myself on you, you naughty filly,” Lilith snickered, giving her friend’s snout a peck.

Hearing the salacious words, Sign was shaken from the spell. Well she began, grinding her crotch on her friend’s midriff, I can give you more than a taste…

Pushing herself up, Sign stood, straddled the mare, and assumed a sixty-nine position. Between the teasing, fellatio, and lilting words, she was getting a bit worked up; not to mention she hadn’t been able to finish her job. Turning in place, she carefully stepped over Lilith’s supine form. Once repositioned, she lowered her head and looked down her belly.

Her cock dangled over Lilith’s face, prompting her to shake her hips; the move sent her package swaying invitingly, an open invitation for what she had in mind. Lowering herself slowly, she draped her junk over the mare’s face, while she descended towards the ebony shaft beneath her.

As Sign’s equipment drew nearer, Lilith appraised her work. The pitch colored equipment wasn’t quite as sizeable as her own, yet it was still charming. An adequate tool, replete with a pair of plump, ripe balls - yes, any mare or stallion would be pleased to wield such a fine package. Even though it’d been crafted mere minutes ago, there was a faint bouquet to it. Leaning in, she gave it a cursory lick.

Quick to respond, Sign fully rested herself atop Lilith. Raising her waist slightly, giving her friend ease of access, she kissed and suckled upon the cock before. The warm, moist sensation of lips on her tool, while divine, surprised her. Reflexively bucking her hips, yearning for more of the thrilling new feeling, she smeared herself against the mare’s muzzle.

“My, someone’s enthusiastic,” Lilith purred, turning her head to the side.

Sign ignored the comment - mostly. Diving in, the first few inches of Lilith’s shaft slipped into her maw, though she wasn’t about to let Lilith’s taunt go without a rebuke. With a thought, she sent her friend a silent message.

Looking up, Lilith noticed the word Faggot appear on Sign’s rump and thigh, just beside her taint; it was a cute touch, really. Shaking her head, moving a smidgen of spare ink from the linens, she added I’m a to the message. Even if she was the only one who could see it, it amused her nonetheless. Still, fun aside, it would be uncouth not to reciprocate. Yawning, she magically guided Sign’s length to her mouth.

Skillfully bobbing her head, relishing the freedom of movement, Sign expertly worked Lilith’s stallionhood. Massaging it with her tongue, applying vacuum on the backstrokes, gently twisting her head from side to side, she was an orchestra of motion. Sure, the alien feeling of having her member sucked was exciting, but not quite as thrilling as giving head to a sexy dickmare.

Leisurely sucking on Sign’s length, Lilith basked in the attention. From an outsider’s perspective, it would have seemed as though she were casually disinterested, but that was untrue. There was a certain satisfaction taken from letting her friend sate herself with the blowjob, so she was content to let Sign do as she pleased; of course, her oral was just the icing on the cake.

Inhaling deeply, Sign rammed her head forward. The tip, while somewhat pliable, obscenely bulged her throat outward. Hampered by the trunk-like lower portion of the member, her plunge slowed incrementally. Peeking out, watching the steady approach of Lilith’s nuts, she endured. It wasn’t until her nose bumped against the dark pair of balls that she paused.

The intensity of it, of having her esophagus stretched around the log of flesh, was singular. Many a night she’d woken herself up with dreams of fellating juicy cock, oftentimes in a pool of her cooling nocturnal emissions. Needless to say, with or without a tool of her own, the act of servicing another was what held her interest.

Pulling back slightly, she began rhythmically moving her head forward and back. Her lips stretched slightly, as the girthy medial ring passed in and out of her muzzle. Almost as an afterthought, her prick twitched in Lilith’s mouth. Swabbing her throat, giving herself the occasional breathe, she closed her eyes and fixated on fucking her face.

Lilith could scarcely believe the intensity with which Sign was throating her. She’d gotten sucked off by the mare before, yet this felt different. Even though she couldn’t put her hoof on why her friend seemed hellbent on choking herself, she knew one thing for certain; the tool in her mouth was throbbing madly and starting to flare.

Sign was so enrapt with the cock in her gullet that she didn’t notice Lilith move until it was too late. One hind leg shifted, crossing behind her head, before it was joined by the second. Before she knew it, she found herself locked in place. She felt resistance, as she went to withdraw, while her face was forced back down.

Popping Sign’s member from her mouth, magically stroking its shaft, Lilith tittered. Ramming her hips upward, savagely plowing her friend’s muzzle, she gave the mare what she wanted. Between her leg-lock and forceful thrusts, there was no escape.

“Allow - Mmmph - me to - Nnnnph - help,” she grunted, brutally plowing the mare’s face.

Rutting her captive’s muzzle, Lilith enjoyed the snug confines of Sign’s esophagus. Would it have been anypony else, there would have been muffled gags and choked coughs, but that wasn’t the case. Without any verbal cues, she was left to guess how long she could go at it. Seconds passed, then minutes, as she pushed her friend to the limit.

Robbed from air, without a way to escape, Sign fought back the only way she could. Constricting her throat, she pursed her lips around the base of Lilith’s cock. Doing her best to hold out, the corners of her vision began to darken. Impending blackout or not, all she cared about was getting a thick load blown into her stomach.

The maddening combination of arousal and lack of oxygen took a toll on Sign’s body. Strange bubble-like shapes materialized and popped over her body. Whether it was a physiological response to the situation, or a subconscious manifestation of some sort, she couldn’t say; though it gave a rather striking visual display of her breathless state.

Sating herself with Sign, Lilith’s domineering streak leapt to the fore. She realized she couldn’t keep her friend down there forever, so she took action. Clenching her ass, sorcerously squeezing her prostate, she forcefully evoked a climax. The tip of her stallionhood expanded, locking itself just short of the mare’s stomach, as the first shot of cum surged through her shaft.

Sign’s eyes flew open. A sudden pressure welled within her, flooding her interior with heat. Starved of air, being used, her body trembled uncontrollably. The heady cocktail of rapturous bliss and extreme euphoria overtook her. Her prick erupted, just as Lilith wrapped her lips around it.

Like a mobius strip of degeneracy, the ponies climaxed into one another. While Sign was quite literally pumped full of spunk, Lilith demurely swallowed down shot after shot of cream. Gradually, the sinful tide subsided and the two started to move; not because they wanted to, but due to necessity.

Igniting her magic and uncrossing her legs, Lilith assisted her friend. Pulling Sign free, hearing the muted Pop of her slightly softened shaft escaping the mare’s maw, she let the girl breathe. Magically guiding her fellow unicorn over, watching her shake and falter with each step, she rested Sign beside herself.

“Have fun?” she whispered, wiping an errant strand from her friend’s cheek.

Coughing weakly, clearing her abused throat, the gratification of the moment outshone any lingering discomfort. Wrapping a foreleg over Lilith’s chest, she snuggled up to her friend. Curiously, though she’d just achieved release, there was a strange, persistent yearning within her.

Rolling to her back, shuffling herself to Lilith’s side, she looked down at their twin lengths. As baffling as it was, while they’d become marginally less turgid, neither was flaccid. It must’ve been an attribute singular to dickmares, since she’d never seen a stallion with a nonexistent refractory period.

“Now you see the appeal,” Lilith noted, seemingly reading Sign’s thoughts. Turning, meeting her friends eyes, she kissed the mare. With any luck, the experience would help her understand why she preferred the additional hardware.

Hungry for more, Sign pulled herself onto Lilith; swinging a hind leg over, she mounted her friend. Chest to chest, with their packages rubbing against each other, their heads drifted closer. Closing their eyes, more than pleased to continue, they kissed passionately.

Bracing herself on her forelegs, Sign pressed her face to Lilith. Their tongues entwined, caressing and sensually warring with one another. Grinding their waists together, frotting with the movement, the pair’s motions became heated. A moan here, a thrust there, each lustful act spurred another, until each was sporting a fully fledged erection once again.

Where one mare had a ravenous appetite for all things carnal, the other was coping with a very sensitive, newfound appendage and enjoying time with her friend. In short, neither had any intention of stopping until they’d had their fill. Sliding her hips forward, Lilith’s tool sprang between Sign’s buns.

The sensation of having her shaft sandwiched between the supple cheeks of Sign’s tush was a welcome surprise. Cracking one eye open, Lilith hummed invitingly into her friends mouth. Flexing her pelvic muscles, slapping herself against the mare’s backside, sudden inspiration struck her.

It was impossible for Sign to know just how wonderful having one’s prostate stimulated could be, considering she hadn’t had one until a few minutes ago. Even if she ended up getting shot down, she couldn’t let the opportunity slip through her hooves. Pulling away, breaking their kiss, she grinned.

“Sign, dearest, would you be interested in trying…” she trailed off, prodding the mare’s behind.

Sign glanced behind herself, then back to Lilith, giving her friend an unsurprised look. Her horn emitted a faint glow, as words materialized on her deliciously flat chest. So predictable, always wanting to do butt stuff, Sign teased, smirking and shaking her head. Such a FAGGOT, she concluded, doubling the size of the final word. Her playful jab elicited a heartwarming giggle from Lilith.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” Lilith purred, punctuating her question by drawing her length between Sign’s buns.

Beyond being open to the new experience, Sign trusted Lilith implicitly and would try practically anything with her - with perilously few exceptions. Looking around, she sought out a vital element. Where’s the lube? scrolled over her belly, realizing she’d desperately need it. She’d never had all that much experience with anal, so some of the slick substance would be a necessity.

Without a word, Lilith magically pulled open her nightstand drawer and retrieved a small bottle; hovering it over, liberally applying its contents over Sign’s bottom, as well as her stallionhood, she cast it aside. Adjusting herself, bringing the tip of her length to her friend’s pucker, she gave an experimental prod.

At the nudge, Sign rocked back. Screwing her eyes shut, she tried to relax herself as much as possible. Gradually, applying more of her weight on Lilith’s cock, she was rewarded with success. As the thick head wormed into her, her entrance clamped around the shaft. Giving herself a moment to adjust, she steadied herself.

Bearing down, she slowly impaled herself. As the broad tip of Lilith’s equipment passed over her prostate, she shivered. The sensation was startlingly pleasant and sent a dribble of pre-cum from her tool. Inspired, she continued her descent.

“Here,” Lilith muttered, waving Sign to her, “let Mama help.”

Scrunching her snout and rolling her eyes at the comment, Sign relented. More than happy for the promise of more contact, she rubbed her face on Lilith’s neck. Slowly, aiding her efforts, her friend started lightly thrusting. Unlike the rough, primal face-fucking from before, there was a tenderness to her motions. Slowly and undeniably sensually, they pressed their bodies to one another.

Wrapping one foreleg around Sign’s back, while the other rested on the mare’s waist, Lilith delved her friend’s depths. Bracing her hind legs, she casually humped the succulent tush. It was a rare treat for the two, so she had no desire to rush things. Taking her time, enjoying the snug confines, she bucked her hips.

Synchronizing their movements, Sign pushed back to meet Lilith’s thrusts. Feeling the root-like base of her friend’s shaft bumping against her, she steeled her resolve. If she was going to get fucked as a dickmare, there was no half-assing it. With a forceful shove, she hilted herself and triumphantly wiggled on her companion’s lap.

“Feeling cocky, are we?” Lilith snickered, amused with the small accomplishment.

Supremely smug with herself, Sign waggled her eyebrows. Sadly, her self assurance was knocked down a peg, when Lilith began energetically pounding her backside. Pushing herself up into a seated position, her erection swayed and bobbed with their movements. If nothing else, it’d give her friend one hell of a show.

“A...arch your back a little,” Lilith stammered, her eyes locking on to the hypnotically bobbing cock before her.

Doing as asked, Sign leaned back slightly. The subtle shift increased the pressure on her tender p-spot, sending yet more pre to sling from her member. Oh BuCkYeS!!! appeared over belly, as the pleasure struck a blow against her ability.

The sight of Sign enjoying herself poured fuel on the burning fire of Lilith’s desire. More often than not, she preferred to bottom, though dominating a mare, especially one as cute as her friend, was certainly entertaining. With increasing speed and force, she drilled Sign’s rump, while sneaking her head forward.

The shock of warm lips upon her dick caused lightning bolts of bliss to course through Sign’s frame. Balancing herself on one foreleg, she reached forward and grabbed Lilith’s mane. Riding the mare beneath her, while being suddenly fellated, sent jittering lines of abstract letters and figures flowing over her body.

Looking up, loudly slurping around the dark stallionhood, Lilith met Sign’s pleading eyes. Having the mare wrapped around her hoof, feeling her shiver with delight, was priceless. Gyrating with each plunge, adding yet more stimulation to her stricken friend, she took care to pay close attention to the dick in her mouth; she had something special in mind for their finish.

Sign’s thighs quivered, her limbs felt weak, and there was a peculiar warmth burning in her loins; it felt amazing, there was no denying that, especially since she’d never experienced anything quite like it before. Doing her best to keep up, while maintaining her balance, she clenched her pucker. Be damned if Lilith was going to break her that easily.

Pulling away, magically stroking Sign’s tool, Lilith gazed up at her friend. The mare seemed on the brink, with a slightly glazed over look in her eye. Rubbing her chest, reaching for her friend’s neck, she sweetly brought her muzzle to Sign’s ear.

“Cum for me,” she whispered.

Without waiting for a reply, Lilith moved and deeply kissed her mute companion. The soft words stood in stark contrast to the wild fucking, adding a sinfully sweet layer to the experience as a whole. Though she may have appeared composed, the raw passion of the moment had sent her rocketing towards another climax.

At hearing the honeyed words, Sign broke. Her entire body spasmed, from her hooves to her head, as she made out with her dearest friend. Jizz erupted from her stallionhood, painting their underbellies with her hot essence. Though she was unable to cry out, detonations of pigment materialized over every part of her, inside and out, as her markings went haywire at the rapturous overload.

Lilith didn’t slow, as she reached her peak. A torrent of seed coursed through her pistoning length, flooding Sign’s interior. Despite the tight seal around her shaft, gouts of spunk escaped her friend’s tush, pouring over her nuts and inner thighs. Nearly as productive as the first load, the second was deposited in the mare’s behind.

Awash in ecstasy, sloppily making out, the two ponies slowly ground to a halt. Weary, slick with cum, and tremendously satisfied, they withdrew. Eyeing one another, they panted quietly. As Lilith opened her mouth to speak, Sign held a hoof to her muzzle. Words could wait; for now, she simply wanted to bask in the moment.

They knew they’d need to get up and shower, to wash the ejaculate from themselves, but they let the seconds drag on. Unsteadily pushing herself up, Sign gazed at her friend’s sweat streak face; even with her unkempt mane and exhausted expression, she was still gorgeous. Squeezing her battered backdoor around Lilith’s prick, she drew the mare’s attention.

“I...I presume you enjoyed that?” Lilith softly noted, shooting her friend a wink.

Maybe a little, Sign commented, mutely tittered. But next time...the words dissolved, replaced by an animated depiction of two ponies doing it doggy style.

“Next time? Oh, you minx,” Lilith giggled, batting a hoof.

Sharing a laugh, their eyes met. With little else planned, there was nothing stopping them from frittering away the day with each other. Sadly, Lilith’s softening length broke the moment, as it slipped free from Sign’s behind, sending a small deluge of cum to the blankets. As silly and lewd as it was, it evoked another bout of laughter from them.

“Yes, maybe we should take a shower -” Lilith was interrupted, as marking appeared on Sign’s chest.

Then cuddle in bed? the brown mare interjected, smiling hopefully.

The corners of Lilith’s mouth turned up. “Yes, and breakfast in bed, after I get Fleur to change the sheets,” she sighed, wriggling from beneath her friend.

Fleur? Sign asked, stepping to the side of the mattress.

“The new maid, I mentioned her yesterday,” Lilith clarified, hopping to the floor and offering Sign a hoof. “She’s quite fetching, I’ll introduce you.” Helping her friend down, they proceeded to the bathroom, hoof in hoof.

Grinning gleefully, Sign trotted along. Given how fun her newly acquired equipment was, she may forget to ask that it be removed for a couple of days. As she idled by the door, waiting on her host, she grinned to herself. Yeah, it was going to be an absolutely wonderful day…