Merge - Yet Another Ponies on Earth Story

“Happy birthday, Rachel!”

Several humans and ponies called out, scattered around Rachel’s living room. A banner hung above the TV reading “Happy 26th Birthday”. All of Rachel’s friends had come, of which there weren’t many – about five, but each of them had friends of their own that they’d brought along. Rachel’s old classmate Steve, for example, had brought Sky Dancer, who he later explained filled in for his roommate, who was otherwise occupied. Steve didn’t care much about that. He felt Sky Dancer was a pretty cool mare.

“I don’t believe you’ve introduced me to your pony friend yet, Steve,” Rachel said as she approached Steve and Sky, beer in hand.

“You’re right, I haven’t. Great party, by the way. Congratulations,” Steve confirmed, cradling his own drink and a small container of popcorn. “This is Sky, my roomie’s buck fuddy.”

“Sky Dancer, my pleasure.”

“Hey,” Steve interjected, “mind if I watch some TV? There’s something I wanted to catch…”

“Knock yourself out,” Rachel said, ever the excellent hostess.

“Thanks, Ray.” Steve planted his fat ass on the couch, took the remote, and turned on the TV just in time to see the thing he wanted. Three medical-looking figures stood on a stage with a lectern. One was an older man, clearly a veteran doctor, the other a younger woman who somehow looked nearly as learned as the old man, and the third was a golden-brown unicorn with glasses. The old man stood in the middle, behind the lectern.

“—to our attention. At least half of these rumors can be dismissed with but a cursory glance at a recent book or website on biology,” the old doctor said. “For example, one of the rumors suggests that pony-on-human intercourse can cause major physical trauma. I can’t speak from personal experience, but I have been involved in updating at least four major medical and biological websites and several school textbooks. A horse may cause physical trauma, and I don’t recommend trying for too many reasons. Little ponies however, are in the end still exactly that – little ponies. Even the larger specimens aren’t much better endowed than the average human male.”

The unicorn standing next to him seemed insulted, which amused Steve and the ladies watching over his shoulder, leaning against the back of the couch.

“Not like Ray would be at risk,” a unicorn mare joked from behind the couch. “Am I right?”

Rachel chuckled. “Yeah, you are. It’d be a pretty weird day in Hell when you catch me with a man’s meat ‘twixt my nethers, pony or otherwise.”

“Who’re you?” Steve asked, turning around to face the newcomer. She was a tiny sort, with a power blue coat and a curly olive-colored mane held in place by some decorative barrettes and a length of ribbon.

“Hi. I’m Dawn Breeze. I’m in Sky’s class.”

“Steve, it’s a pleasure. I like your mane.”

“Thanks. All the colts – I mean, boys tell me that,” Dawn giggled.

Rachel gave Dawn a soft pet on the head and carefully stroked the olive curls. “I can’t be the only girl here who’d agree with that sentiment?”

“I’m sure you’re not,” Sky Dancer teased, poking Rachel in the upper leg. “You’re not looking half bad yourself though.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen hair that long on a human,” Dawn agreed as she magically took the lower end of Rachel’s hair and held it in front of her face. The black mass easily came down to her butt and had clearly seen a good half bottle of conditioner that morning.

At just about that moment, Sky Dancer realized what Rachel had said. “So… what was that about not taking any ‘man meat’?”

“It means she prefers company of the female persuasion at night,” Steve jokingly explained. “She’s, well, she’s a lesbian.”

Sky’s ears perked up in understanding. “Oh, you mean she’s like a fillyfooler?”

Steve shrugged. Behind him, Ray giggled at Sky’s terminology. “Well, I can’t rightly say I’ve ever – heh – fooled around with a filly before.”

Unseen by Rachel, Dawn blushed and bit her lip, still holding Ray’s hair. “I’d…”

Steve leaned back in an attempt to get a good view of Dawn. “You’d what?”

“Never mind,” Dawn squeaked.

Rachel sighed happily. “Y’know, Dawn? I never thought I’d say it but this magic shit with my hair? I can feel it all the way up my scalp. If I wasn’t supposed to be hosting my birthday party I’d let you do that all day.”

Sky narrowed her eyes in thought and considered the situation. She knew something about Dawn that the others weren’t likely to know. “Y’know… you don’t have to be here to entertain us. Why not pop off to somewhere nice and relatively quiet? You can stroke each other, and we’ll make sure you’ll still have some drinks and stuff left when you come back.”

“Gee, I dunno…”

At Sky’s signal, Steve got up and forcefully pushed the lady and unicorn towards the bedroom door. “Go on, you two enjoy your privacy,” Steve smirked as he closed the door behind them. Feeling something was missing, he turned to the nearest female human, silently pointed at the bedroom door’s knob, and made a rude gesture. Understanding, the lady expertly took off her bra from underneath her sweater – quite a feat that Steve hadn’t witnessed nearly often enough – and hung it on the doorknob.

From the living room, they could hear Sky call out. “Who wants to play DDR?”

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Rachel sat on her bed, looking at the unicorn in front of her.

“Why’d you let go of my hair?”

“Well”, Dawn hesitated, “I think they meant for us to do more than just stroking our manes...”

“Hair, Dawn. It’s called hair for humans,” Rachel corrected with a soft smile. “But you’re not saying what I think you’re saying, are you?”

Dawn looked down at the bed sheets and softly pawed at them. “Ray…”

“What is it, honey?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?” the unicorn asked shyly.

“Ah?” Rachel considered the question for a moment. “I’m not sure. I’ve never really considered ponies like that. But to be entirely honest… yeah, you are pretty.”

Dawn blushed a deep red. “So… what about me do you like?”

“Well,” Rachel said as she reached out towards the pony, “I really like your mane.”

“You can stroke it… if you want.”

Happily, Rachel scooted closer towards Dawn and ran her fingers through the unicorn’s curls. “Do you like anything about me, besides my hair?”

“Umm…”

“Don’t be shy. It’s just us girls now,” Rachel reaffirmed. She glanced at the door, confirming it was indeed locked, and softly scratched behind one of Dawn’s ears. In response, the pony scooted closer in turn, closed her eyes, and carefully rested her head on Ray’s chest.

“These. I like these,” Dawn finally answered.

“My tits? I feel I could do with smaller…”

Dawn audibly smirked. “At least you have tits. I’d only get them if I were nursing, and even then nothing this… big.” She removed her head from Ray’s rack and held up a begging foreleg. “Can I…”

“Hmm?”

“Can I touch them?” Dawn squeaked.

Rachel softly giggled at the request. “Sure.”

Gingerly, Dawn put a hoof on one of Rachel’s breasts. To Ray’s surprise, it felt not quite as hard as she’d expected a hoof to feel – sturdy, but with a bit of give, though it was hard to tell with a tit. As Dawn stroked the firm sack of mostly fatty tissue, Rachel carefully put her hand on the same hoof, feeling around for where the fur would end. She found it hard to tell from sight, pony hooves reminding her of that one cartoon series that just wouldn’t end until it finally did a few years back. Just as Rachel found the threshold between leg and hoof, said hoof caught on a nipple that Rachel was barely aware had grown stiff with all the attention, right through her top and bra.

“You can keep doing that if you want to,” Rachel whispered as she pulled her unicorn bedmate closer. As they looked in each other’s eyes, a certain urge grew inside of them. They both closed their eyes and indulged, their tongues exploring their mouths. Rachel found Dawn’s tongue to be almost unfairly large and muscular, yet as fine and dainty as Dawn must’ve found Ray’s. Emboldened by the kiss as much as the hoof that was increasingly roughly massaging her tits, Rachel reached a hand down to where she hoped her target was. A soft yelp-like noise from Dawn confirmed it, and Rachel carefully tweaked the pony’s nipple, poking through the fur just in front of (or above, considering her seated position) her pony pussy.

“That’s not fair,” the unicorn softly complained. With a quick, controlled application of her magic, she pulled off Rachel’s top and unhooked her bra, letting each fall to the side of the bed. “They’re beautiful…”

“No they’re—what are you doing!?” Rachel hissed in surprise as the pony latched onto the nearest nipple, still mare-handling the other tit. She could almost feel her inhibitions going, with her mind in general struggling to keep up. An errant twitch made her lose the stiff pony nipple she was playing with, and her hand was left blindly feeling around for the missing teat. Instead, Rachel found her hand on Dawn’s vagina, which she couldn’t bother to be surprised at was increasingly moist. “Damn it…”

“What’s wrong?” Dawn asked, sending unintentional vibrations through the breast she was nursing.

“Oh, god this is so hot,” Rachel admitted, throwing the pony off of her. Dawn’s teeth scraped and pulled at Ray’s abused nipple, which only served to work her up even more. As Dawn lay on her back, dazed and slightly confused, Rachel took just a moment to aggressively remove her skirt and panties. “Dawn, honey… have you ever had someone eat you out?” she asked breathily.

Dawn shook her head as she watched Rachel move into position between her hind legs. “One pony tried, once. But he was no good.”

“I thought you weren’t into males?”

“I didn’t kno—oh wow!”

Rachel’s human tongue may not have been as flexible and long as Dawn’s but she used it like a pro, switching between licking the pony’s fat lips and the overflowing walls inside of her, then suddenly taking a few precious moments to assault her throbbing clit. What Dawn couldn’t see was that one of Rachel’s hands was knuckle-deep inside of her own sopping entrance.

“Ray… Ray. Don’t stop!” the pony moaned, quickly approaching her limits. If she wasn’t on her back she’d whip her tail back and forth in excitement, but she was, and her tail was pinned by Rachel’s body.

“Mmmhmm?” Rachel hummed just as she was working on Dawn’s clit. The reaction was instantaneous as Dawn sprayed mare fluids all over Rachel’s chin. Somewhat to her surprise, when she regained a reasonable grip on her senses, she found Rachel sitting up, licking and wiping most of it off of her face and swallowing it with a lusty smile.

“So that’s why they call it a candy vag,” the human purred. “Here, see for yourself.” Rachel reached down with both of her hands, wiping up a good amount of her own girl cum and holding it out for Dawn to lick off.