A Very Minty Hearth's Warming

by AtomicClop

Rating: mature
Tags: Minty, Sex, Fleur de Lis, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn
Length: 2529

Fleur de Lis' candy-flavored Hearth's Warming takes an unexpected turn.

Fleur de Lis' candy-flavored Hearth's Warming takes an unexpected turn.

Note: first story to be tagged "Minty!" Thanks to the staff for adding the tag at my request.

Published 2020-12-09 12:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-12-09 12:10:00 UTC

Mint flavored

When the two elegant mares strode in through the grand entrance, the party rocking the Great Hall of Twilight's castle grew quiet for a few seconds, all the voices fading away until only DJ P0N-3's beats could be heard. Luna flicked her wings, snow falling from her black cape to the crystal floor. Fleur de Lis raised her long nose and lit her horn, brushing the snow off her own khaki trenchcoat.

After a few seconds, the party's noise built back to its previous level, voices susurrating, glasses and plates tinkling. Derpy smacked firmly into an ice sculpture with a wet thud and Noteworthy ran to her. Two servants took the elegant mares' coats. Luna wore naught but a red faux-fur hat and red-and-white striped stockings, a silver bow tied around the dock of her tail. Fleur wore a delicate silver-silk wrap, thin as gossamer and shimmering in the light of the sconces.

"You look slutty," Fleur whispered.

"Thank you," replied Luna. "Twilight is more oblivious than usual this time of year, so I'm hoping this will puncture even her usual absent-mindedness."

"And if it doesn't?"

"Sunburst. On Twilight's bed. As messily as possible."

Fleur chuckled. Her eyes bounced from one knot of ponies to another, looking for some... companion... with whom to spend Hearth's Warming eve. Sugar Belle, loading a plate with an apple, leeks, and sweet potato dish at the buffet, drew her eyes, of course, but now that she was married, Fleur would not try to reprise that wonderful experience from a few years past... A pity, really, given just how—she smiled—sugary Sugar Belle tasted. Fleur had also known Big Mac once, many years past, as well, but she didn't believe the newlyweds would appreciate the proposition of a threesome...

Near a punch bowl, Rainbow Dash nuzzled Soarin's ears while her wing brushed up-and-down on Thunderlane's cutie mark. Thunderlane's and Soarin's massive cocks hung erect under their bellies, but Dash looked too drunk to be an enjoyable compatriot in an orgy, so no, leave off the Wonderbolts this year.

At the dessert table, Pinkie and several other mares chatted and giggled to each other.

Fleur stopped, her ears pricking up and her tail twitching.

"I recognize the face of a connoisseur spotting a rare treat," Luna said.

"At the dessert table," Fleur replied. "Smallish earth mare, mint-green coat. Two-tone pink mane. White silk scarf."

"Minty," Luna said.

"Yes, that's her color."

Luna giggled, and then hid her smile behind a wingtip. "Minty is her name. A confectioner here in Ponyvillle."

"Indeed?" Fleur asked. "I do like... sweet things."

Luna leaned in close to Fleur and whispered. "I have it on good authority that she is single."

"Can you introduce us?"

Luna snickered. "I invented the term 'wingpony' and gave it to the Wonderbolts' progenitors, eleven centuries ago."

Fleur and Minty stumbled through the door of the guest bedroom, high on a top floor of Twilight's castle, and Minty kicked the door shut.

Lowering her head, Fleur used her horn to herd Minty across the room toward the bed.

"Stop, stop!" Minty said with a giggle. "Watch the ribs, your horn tickles."

With a flash of magic, Fleur lifted Minty onto the bed. Another flash removed her own gossamer-thin silk dress, draping it over a chair. Minty unwrapped her scarf and tossed it aside.

On the bed, Minty flopped onto her back and let her hips open wide. She raised her forelegs and gestured come hither to Fleur, who hopped up on the bed and stared down at Minty's body, at the marehood exposed between the splayed thighs, at the excitement wetting her lips and the minty-green pubic fluff covering her mound. Even the dock of Minty's tail was dark where love juices soaked the coat.

Fleur closed her eyes and sniffed deeply. "You are exquisite, Minty. You smell like fresh-made candy, and I plan to taste-test you most thoroughly."

Minty closed her eyes and sighed, wriggling her spine against the silky bedspread. Fleur lowered her weight onto Minty, chest-to-chest, and they kissed again, deeply, desperately, tongues intertwining and nibbling, biting, licking each other's lips. The coat on Minty's cheeks was as soft as dandelion fuzz. Fleur rubbed her own cheeks against it, luxuriating in the caress.

A tall mare, Fleur's torso was much longer than Minty's, so she couldn't rub her own mound against Minty's. She settled for rubbing her belly against Minty's snatch, knowing full well her own coat was luxuriously soft and moisturized with the finest products that bits could buy. Minty quickly soaked Fleur's belly, and the warmth of the pussy juices warmed Fleur, despite the chill that made its way into the castle from the winter night beyond the windows. Indeed, the smears of Minty's excitement seemed to penetrate into Fleur's belly, warming her and lighting her own fires even further, relaxing the muscles they touched.

They kissed, tongues playing, Minty now grinding her pelvis up against Fleur's belly as time seemed to move not at all.

Fleur pushed up on her forelegs and looked down at Minty. Her rosy two-toned mane, messily spread across the bedsheets, made a halo around Minty. Minty's eyes needed a moment to refocus as Fleur moved back. Minty—and Fleur, too—had availed themselves of the liquid refreshments downstairs at the party, and Minty was, indeed, rather northof 'tipsy' and rapidly approaching 'wasted.' Her eyes defocused again after a moment.

"So," Fleur said.

"So?" Minty replied.

"My friend Luna... she's stayed in this castle before..." Fleur's horn lit and slid open the drawer of the bedside stand, but it was empty. Fleur frowned and then opened the stand on the opposite side of the bed. "Ah! Excellent, Luna, excellent."

Minty raised an eyebrow and grunted, "Eh?"

Fleur levitated a large—very large—white plastic bag from the drawer. The bag was labelled, Sanitized for your protection. Please leave in the bathroom sink prior to checkout. Provided by the Gidepones.

"Eh?" Minty repeated, the other eyebrow joining the first as she rubbed her twat more firmly up against Fleur's belly. The heat from Minty's juices relaxed Fleur wonderfully, the wet patch centered over her womb, the relaxation running up her spine and down under her tail to her own now-dripping snatch, all while muscles she didn't know were tense unknotted as the icy heat spread through her body.

Fleur ripped the bag open.

A huge—tremendous—astounding—terrifying—dildo fell out of the bag and hit the bed. Its weight shook them like a distant earthquake.

"Oh," Minty said.

Fleur tossed the bag aside and levitated up the intimidating mass of silicone. Bright blue, it was ridged and bumpy, griffon-like rather than pony-like.

"The Gallus?" Fleur said, reading the label on its bottom. "I have no idea what that means."

"'Rooster' in Espoñol." Minty shrugged. "Who cares what it's called?"

Fleur leaned back down and kissed Minty again. They both closed their eyes, Minty sighing again, the sigh turning into a purr, a deep rumble in her chest, as Fleur levitated the dildo down, underneath them, and let its huge, blunt tip brush against Minty's sopping-wet lips.

Minty's back arched underneath Fleur. She pushed the dildo into Minty, firmly but slowly. Minty broke their kiss, hugging Fleur tight, nuzzling cheek-to-cheek, and her breath huffed out as the dildo filled her. Minty's belly bulged outward with the dildo's tremendous diameter, the bulge pressing up into the toned muscles of Fleur's own belly.

Fleur paused for a moment, grinding her own torso down against Minty's, to feel the firmness of the massive toy through Minty's belly and against her own. That was... wow. It wasn't quite as good as feeling the bulge of a huge stallion's tool through another mare, but it was darn close.

"Yesssss...." Minty whispered.

Fleur withdrew the dildo and pressed it back in again, and again, a rhythm building as she nibbled on Minty's neck, jawline, then ears. Minty squirmed, bucking against the bed, but Fleur outweighed her, so the small earth mare huffed and puffed, wiggling underneath Fleur, hardly able to move, the massive dildo pistoning in-and-out. Fleur pussy throbbed and gushed in excitement, her own juices running down her inner thighs as every stroke of the dildo bulged out Minty's belly and pressed against her own.

Minty gasped, almost sobbing, and wrapped her forelegs tighter around Fleur's withers, hugging tight as she came, the orgasm ripping across her body. The contraction of Minty's belly muscles rippled up into Fleur and the minty smell of her pussy juices filled the room, overwhelming the scent of the spiked punch on both their breaths.

After a last—and rather hard—bite on Minty's ear, Fleur scooted down the bed, kissing Minty's chin, neck, chest, and belly, stroking with the dildo the whole time, until her breath played across Minty's treasure.

Minty arched her back, grinding her hips into the bed, raising her pubis toward Fleur.

Fleur closed her eyes and lowered her snout to within an inch of Minty's clit, breathing deeply, luxuriating in the strong baking-cookies scent of the other mare.

She licked, very lightly, on Minty's clit.

Minty squealed and clasped a pillow over her face. The taste overwhelmed Fleur, stronger than any mare she'd tasted in her life, sweet and sugary and pepperminty and spicy and cool all at once.

"My goodness," she wheezed as her sinuses cleared in a menthol rush, then dove back in, lips clamping over Minty's nub, chin brushing the top of the dildo, the heat of the pepperminty love fluids building and filling her mouth. Minty bucked and thrusted downward, fighting to ram the dildo in deeper. She pressed the pillow more firmly over her face and keened, high-pitched and piercing as Fleur's tongue circled counter-clockwise around her clit.

Raising her tail, Fleur paused for a moment. The cool air of the room hit her sopping wet treasure. The fluff around her own pussy was soaked, juices running down as far as her knees. Yes, Fleur thought, it was time. She, too, was quite ready.

And if there was one thing she loved, it was sharing the juices of her lovers, whether they be a mare or a stallion or a crowd.

She slipped the dildo out of Minty, slowly, and lowered her muzzle, clamping her lips over her vulva, licking, sucking, enjoying the fiery pepperminty taste.

Levitating the dildo backwards, underneath her own tail, Fleur readied herself. She would cram the dildo in as she pressed her tongue as deep into Minty's channel as she could—

Minty tossed the pillow off her face, eyes slowly focusing as she fought the alcohol, then she gasped. "Hey Fleur wait no don't—!"

Fleur's tongue drove deep into the earth mare's channel and she slammed the dildo into herself, its griffon-like ridges raking her velvety channel and it slammed home, fully inserted. Minty squirted into Fleur's eyes and Minty's juices, soaking the dildo, mixed with her own wetness, the soft love channel contracted around Fleur's tongue, a gush of her fluids—

Fleur screamed.

The next morning, Minty tried to control her pace, fighting not to gallop down the hospital's hallways. She walked, slowly, with a dignity she didn't feel, head pounding with a hangover. Hearth's Warming decorations lined the hallways, lights and trees. The nurses wore white-and-red holiday stocking hats instead of their normal white caps.

Room 47. Minty paused, took a deep breath, and knocked.

"Come in," said a tired voice.

Minty opened the door and stepped into the room. "Fleur, I..."

The not-so-elegant white mare, covered in a thin blanket, eyes red and mane disheveled, raised the bed until she was sitting up. "Minty! No apologies. Come in, please."

Minty closed the door, looked around the hospital room, and plopped down into a chair. "But, but, but I knew the d... d... dildo, that my fluids would burn you. It wasn't the first time that happened to somepony, even! But I was so... I'd had too much to drink, so I was just a split-second late warning you..."

She hung her head and buried it in her hooves, wrapped her tail around her body, and shook as she suppressed tears. "Every... every... every mare I ever meet, this sorta thing happens. I've never dared take a stallion... would this still happen if my parents hadn't named me 'Minty?' Or did they just somehow know?"

Magic brushed Minty's cheek and she looked up at Fleur. Fleur said, "I still had a good time, other than the one thing."

Minty frowned. "You're just saying that."

A hoof knocked and the door opened. Nurse Redheart stepped into the room, a holiday cap in the place of her usual nurse's cap. She looked up from a clipboard to Fleur's visitor.

Redheart and Minty stared at each other, eyes wide, for several seconds.

"Minty," said Redheart. "Good to see you. It's been... six months?"

"Oh my Luna," Minty said, burying her face in her hooves.

"....what?" Fleur asked.

Minty's voice, muffled by her hooves and thick with tears, replied: "Redheart and I went to school together, ever since kindergarten. After, after, after ninth-grade homecoming dance, we, we, we snuck out of the dance and found some privacy under a tree and... and... and..."

The nurse's face turned as red as her holiday stocking cap. "And, well, uh, um, hmmm, you see, well, uh, Miss de Lis, I rather recognized your injury, if you take my meaning...?"

"Ohhhh..." Fleur said. "Are you two...?"

"Nah," Redheart said, with a shake of her head, her face regaining its usual color. "We're still friends, but we haven't dated since eleventh grade."

"Ah," Fleur said. Her hips squirmed underneath the blankets. "Speaking of my injury, I believe my painkillers are overdue?"

"That's why I'm here," Redheart said, and pulled a large tube out of a shoulder bag. "Prescription that I got the doctor to write for you."

Fleur levitated the tube over. "Zecora Industries Advanced Cooling lube?"

"Yup, brand new product, approved by the government less than two months ago. I can apply some to your, uh, injuries, and you'll feel better soon. The magic is pretty strong. Also—"

Redheart looked at Minty and smiled. Minty looked up, no longer burying her face in her forehooves, but frowning in puzzlement.

"—Also," Redheart continued, "I can get you a standing scrip for this. Either of you. Both of you. In case, say, you were to need to put it on sexual toys regularly?"

Minty's jaw dropped and she stared at Redheart.

Fleur looked at the tube, then at Redheart, then at Minty. "I do believe I should like to try this product with a special somepony in the near future. Also, I think Minty and I can handle applying it to my injuries, if you lock the door as you leave?"

Minty leaped from her chair and hugged Redheart.

Redheart grinned and gestured to a second tube of the same lube, still in her shoulder bag. "Great! Now, if you'll excuse me, a certain stallion had a run-in with a lunar-princess-who-shall-remain-nameless last night, and I drew the short straw on extracting the dildo from the bottom of his gastrointestinal tract..."

Author's Note

Sorry-not-sorry.