Vodka, Peach Schnapps, Orange and Cranberry Juice.

by Damocles23

Rating: mature
Tags: Spike, Sex, Main 6, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Romance
Length: 17849

Humanized mane six do sexy shenaningans at the beach!

The Sun, the sea and the breeze...
The Ponyville Six (plus Spike) couldn't ask for more from their vacation. A nice break on a nice beach just to relax and goof far away from the problems of the world.
Well, except for one: what is going to happen when six bi-curious, hormone addled young women (and one young humanized dragon) get naked in front of each others?
The mature tag is kind of a given!
Disclaimer: All of the girls in this story are twenty something and Spike is 18 years old. He's just a little shorter than the others.
Proofreading by the awesome Paxtofettel. Go check his stories.

Published 2013-11-23 20:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-15 12:28:14 UTC

Sink, Swim and Sink again.

Chapter One of Three: Sink, Swim and Sink again.

by Damocles23

“Welcome to the beachest beach of all beaches, everyone!” The pink haired girl gave her back to the sea, with splayed arms and widest of grins as if to contain the natural vastness in front of them.

Celestia’s sun reflected its light on a sea so blue that it could as well been made of perfect sapphires. Crashing against the shore, small waves wash the night's debris onto the land. Untouched white pearl sand covered the ground the floor as far as the eye can see. A soothing gentle sea breeze rustles through the hair while the pleasant salty roma of the sea flows through the air. Only the sound of the waves and the screeching of few, sparse seagulls act as a soundtrack of the majestic display.

The other five girls nearly lost their jaw for the sheer beauty of it.

“Wow! You weren’t kidding, Pinkie.” Twilight Sparkle stood abashed, removing a lock of her purple striped hair from her eyes. “I-I...Words fail me!”

“And this is the best kind of compliment you could say.” Pinkie giggled, ruffling Twilight’s hair in the process, to her disdain.

“How did you find it, by the way?” Twilight said putting her locks in their proper place.

“Well, I have this friend who has another friend and one of his friends told me about this beach that very few people know and it is quite the sight and then I thought: why don’t tell the girls about it?” She smirked and stuck her tongue out.

“Oh, this is going to be awesome!” The short, fair skinned young woman slammed a fist on the palm of the other hand. “Nice job, Pinks.” She patted Pinkie Pie’s back and removed the wind jacket one arm at a time to reveal her blue bikini under it.

“No problem, Dashie. What’s the point of a special place if I can’t share it with special friends?” The two exchanged a smile and Dash eyed the sea greedily, tying her hair into a rough ponytail in the process.

“Oh, I’m so going to work on my tan!” Rarity smiled as she adjusted her sunglasses. She started to unbutton her white blouse as it slowly billowed in the wind.

“Um, I guess I should try that too.” the white umbrella that sounded just like Fluttershy mumbled out as she twirled a lock of hair with a finger.

“In that thing it would be fairly difficult, darling.” Rarity pointed at Fluttershy’s attire and snatched the enormous umbrella from her free hand. She squealed and immediately covered her eyes as if the Sun would turn her into ash.
The fashionista swore that such things like the one her friend was wearing existed only in decades old photographs. “Are all those laces necessary?” She patted the dust away from said laces hanging from sleeves and gown.

“Well, I’m not going to the beach so often and this outfit was thrown in my closet for such a long time.” The rose haired girl raised the rim on the gown and gazed at it. “Do you think it’s really out of date?

“Ah think Granny’s got one of these somewhere.” Applejack kneeled over to examine it, putting her hands on her knees. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

"Oh,” Fluttershy whimpered, disappointed. She sighed, still holding the fabric in her fingers. “Well there’s always next year.”

Rarity circled her shoulders with her arm and pulled her close, her head touching the taller woman shoulder with her pink head. “Don’t worry, darling. I’m sure I have something spare for you to wear. Something more practical of course. Spike! Be a dear and bring over the bags, will you?”

“Sure thing! Nngh!” The young boy with green hair huffed and pulled as hard as he could, obediently dragging on the sand the quite large bags he was carrying. He steeled and ground his small fangs together as he went on. Twilight sighed and rolled her eyes, twirling her fingers to envelop the bags in a magical purple hue and lifting them with little effort, causing Spike to sigh in relief and wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Meanwhile, Rarity was messing around with Fluttershy’s antediluvian outfit and tried to slip it off the girl, unfortunately turning it inside out and getting poor Fluttershy stuck in an amorphous sea of cloth and ribbons.

Pinkie Pie took a step toward them, but something at the back of her head warned her that if she messed with it something very unpleasant would happen. To be absolutely honest, just a touch from one of her fingers would have been enough to cause trouble to the poor girl...Fortunately, Rarity managed to free their friend from the obnoxious pink trap and causing Fluttershy to fall on her butt, revealing white bra and panties. She squealed in embarrassment and covered her...quite generous assets.

“Holy Moley! Now those are some funbags!” Pinkie screamed at the top of her lungs and only when she saw Fluttershy’s burning embarrassment etched in her eyes she finally understood to not have just thought that sentence.

"PleaseRaritystopstaring…” words flew out Flutters’ mouth faster than a speeding train.

“I can’t look away, Darling! They’re hypnotizing me to do their bidding! And they want to be watched!” Rarity freaked out.

Even Applejack stood agawk, letting out a small, absentminded whistle of appreciation and marvel.

Spike had the most mature approach and simply covered his eyes, not letting his ferocious blush cloud his judgement.

“Come on, dear.” Rarity composed herself and extended a hand to her friend and helped get her on her feet. “Let’s find a dressing room, so you can have some privacy."

"Ummm…” Twilight raised a finger. “If very few people knows about this beach I don’t think there are any dressing rooms.”

"A rock tall enough will do, then.” Rarity replied as she accompanied her friend away.

The farmgirl whipped out a volleyball from her bag, now that the almost crisis was averted. “So, Twi. Are you up for a match?” No answer from the girl that was already sitting on her towel, her gaze buried into, what else, a book. By all that transpired, Twilight already placed her reading post even before the whole ‘Flutterboob’ panic started.

“Are ya...Are ya really sure ya want to read here and now?”

“Well, duh! When I’m going to get another chance to read with so much light?”

Rainbow Dash struck her forehead with the whole palm, producing a thwack so loud that all the girls winced. Dash didn’t show any sign of pain, though. “You truly are a sad, nerdy soul, Twilight, and I hope one day you will see the truth

Applejack shook her head, preferring not to comment. “Dash? How about you?

Pinkie turned her eyes toward Rainbow Dash, who finally managed to get out of that jacket...and started the slide off her bikini, too, showing off the thunderbolt tattoo that covered her entire back. “Later. Now I just want to take a swim.” Applejack shrugged, but at least a weak smile returned to her lips.

“Uuum...Dashie? What are you doing?” Pinkie’s cheek flushed, but her eyes rolled out their way to stole a hungry glance to her friend’s lean and toned physique. Completely out of nowhere, but she still did it.

“I hate tan lines around my breast or crotch. It’s all or nothing for this girl.” She started slipping out of her briefs when Pinkie Pie started to laugh. Rainbow took a glance toward her, but only found a severely blushing girl covering her mouth with both hands to keep a wild laugh from coming out.

“Wait...I get it. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen another girl naked!” Dash smirked. “Fluttershy doesn’t count. Not because she’s not a girl.”

“Well no, bra and panties doesn’t mean really naked but―” she chortled out. “I’ve never seen you reallynaked.”

Dash blushed in return before instantly suppressing that small bout of femininity under a loud rug of sarcasm. “Come on, don’t be a party pooper. I can’t do this while you stare at me.”

“Alright. Then I’ll just turn until you’re done.” Pinkie spun on her heels and turned indeed, shutting her eyes hard, breathing heavily from her nostrils. “And I’m not a party pooper!” she spat out, indignated. “How could you say that?"

“Sorry, that was kind of harsh. Done!” Pinkie turned toward her friend’s voice to see a head full of polychromatic hair stick out from the sea. She could see the silhouette of her naked body underwater but without many dangerous, possibly embarrassing, details.

“Why don’t you come here, too? The water’s just perfect.” Her face reflected total bliss as she splashed around some water with her arms.

Pinkie took a few steps toward Rainbow, letting a gentle wave wash her feet to the ankles and stopped, causing her rainbow haired friend to raise an eyebrow.

“Come closer. I want to tell you a secret.”

Dash scooted forward a few inches, keeping her mouth just under the surface of the water to grumble.

“Closer.”

“Cloooser.”

Dash obliged again. The water roared.

Pinkie leaned over to her friend and whispered between her teeth. “I can’t swim.”

“You? You can’t swim? Pinkie ‘Sugar Rush’ Pie?” Dash’s pupils widened in disbelief. The cute cracks in her voice got even more prominent. “Pinkie ‘Screw Gravity I have a flying cycle’ Pie? Pinkie ‘I can run faster than even Rainbow Dash’ Pie?”

“Yup!” she happily nodded like a puppy dog that recovered a stick. “All that and more. “

But...But I saw you swimming! I saw you doing things that are far cooler than swimming! I could stay all day telling you all those epith...epito...how cool you are!”

“Yeah, in lakes or chocolate ponds, but in the big ocean? No, sir-ry!” She flailed her arms around. “Never, ever did that.” She blinked as she realized a little late Dash’s flattery. “But thanks anyway. You know, for saying that I’m so cool.”

Dash stood silent, before letting out a small chuckle. “Well...Can’t say you never surprise me. I mean that in a good way. Do you want to learn? I guess it’s a good time as any.”

“Yeah, but who in the wide world of Equestria is supposed to teach m—I can’t keep doing this with your face like that!” Pinkie busted out in a wild laughter as Rainbow scrunched up her face in a pout. She still held her belly as she beamed at the grumbling swimmer. “Thanks, Dashie.”

Rainbow smiled back.

***

“Come on! You can go a little faster, you know?” Rainbow Dash held Pinkie Pie’s wrist as the chubby girl floated on her stomach, flailing her legs around and wasting more energy than actually moving forward. In fact, Dash was doing the pulling all by herself. She grew a little annoyed by it but wanted to be patient for the sake of a friend.

“Uh’m trublul!” Pinkie pulled out her mouth from the water and tried again. “I’m trying, but water really doesn’t want me here.”

“Couldn’t have you just, dunno, brought a swim ring?”

“What? Only little kids use swim rings, nowadays, silly!”

Little kids are better swimmer than this. “Nevermind. It’s not we’re in a hurry.”

For a split second, a sad light light dwelled in Pinkie's eyes but this drew just a raised eyebrow from Dash as most of her mind was focused on not letting her friend swallow more water than normal. Her body was indeed plump, even chubby, yes, but certainly didn’t lack a certain grace in that rounded shape. Not that the skimpy swimsuit she was wearing left anything to the imagination. Surely, every curve was in the right place from her well shaped hips, culminating into those soft, round, perfect breast that just begged to be squished in her—

“Dashie, are you ok? Your eyes just went nowhere.”

Rainbow shook her head of totally unsexy thoughts and locked her gaze with Pinkie’s blue eyes as her legs thrashed around and the water began to feel so cold.“Y-yeah, I’m alright. Just thinking about your progress.”

“Am I doing that good?!” Whenever she smiled, those pretty eyes of hers looked even, well, prettier. She hoped that those eyes of hers didn’t catch Rainbow ogling at her like an old pervert.

“Not bad. You still have some practice to do, but not bad.”

Pinkie pouted a little, slightly disappointed, but turned that frown upside down in less than a blink, determined to do better. She liked Pinkie too much to give her that crap, to give some false flattering especially now that her friend was showing her how much trust she was putting in her athlete friend.

A sharp pain stabbed her back when she caught up with her brain and saw the word ‘liked’ in her internal monologue.

“Do you like me, Dashie?” Pinkie blurted out, right from her deepest thoughts.

“Ghaaa!” Dash let out a shriek so high to scare Pinkie and full of seagulls, causing the pink haired girl to scream in return and quickly let go of her friend’s hands. Water pulled her down before a sound escaped her lips, except for a brief squeal of fear. Her chubby figure disappeared in the cruel blue of the sea.

“Pinkie!” Dash cried in fear and immediately dived underwater after taking a deep, desperate breath. The world turned dark blue and wavering as all sounds turned gravely and distorted. Adrenaline kicked and all of her muscles were put to work.

The light of the Sun was no longer welcome but the struggling, still existing rays of light made her notice the one and only thing she cared the most at the moment. Her senses sharpened like a knife and all of them relentlessly searched for any sign of her friend in the water. Joy and relief, coupled with the glorious sense of success, invaded her heart when she spotted and grabbed the chubby, wobbly silhouette slowly sinking in oblivion and pulled her back up. Her cheeks were still puffed up in a desperate attempt to hold some breath.

"C’mon, Pinkie!” her arms circled Pinkie’s abdomen as they reached surface and gently squeezed it, causing the girl spat out a small amount of water until she started coughing the last droplets out. A nervous laugh escaped her lips. Dash drew a mental sigh of relief, but let concern take the lead of her words.

“S-stupid Pinkie! What was that all about?!” A small tear rolled down her cheek as she held her friend closer. “I told you to never let me go…”

“Sorry.” She coughed again, grasping her friend’s hand in her own. “I was so startled by your scream that my brain just went pop. But I’m okay now, so don’t cry anymore, ok?”

“How did you know that―” Pinkie turned to her and quickly kissed the runaway tear from her cheek. The water nearly started to boil for the ferocious blush that tinged Rainbow’s cheeks. She held a hand on the coveted cheek and just kept staring at the void, quickly filled by Pinkie's gentle smile.

“Because Pinkie!” Her smile lasted very little before turning in a half hearted look. “Dashie? Is there something wrong?”

Pinkie followed her friend’s gaze and noticed it was etched right on her chest.

Pinkie’s breast slipped out the costume and it looked even more supple and inviting than before. They didn’t posses the sheer size of Fluttershy, but among the girls, they certainly deserved a second place. The soft, spherical shape of it, only enhanced by a pink, impertinent nipple puckered at its perfect center made Rainbow drool. She could even take a decent look of the whole pair as the water made Pinkie’s already skimpy outfit transparent.

Her hand was already hovering over it and it trembled, daring not to take the prize. That’s when Pinkie grabbed her hand with her own and helped it land on it. Dash shuddered as she felt the soft and squishy prize lodged in her hand. A strange warmth spread in her cheeks...and throughout all of her womanhood.

“You like this?” Pinkie cooed, while twirling Dash’s hand all over her boob.

Dash nodded, still completely astonished. “You like me?”

“Can’t really say I don’t…” Rainbow muttered in a monotone, kind of robotic tone. Pinkie blinked and started doing some imaginary calculus with her free hand.

“Oh, I get it!” Pinkie chirped. “ Double negative means positive and all that. That’s so sweet. You deserve a prize…” Pinkie folded her costume in the space between her breast, so that Rainbow could finally see the whole pair.
Her other hand moved on its own and started massaging the other boob as well, all under the look of pure, unadulterated sex of Pinkie Pie.

“Your hands feel so good…So pervy,” she whispered, making Dash’s blood freeze in her veins and her heart simply stopped beating in her chest when she saw her friend grabbing the sides of her heads to pull her in a kiss.

Her lips were so soft and smooth, enveloping and caressing Dash’s own in their warm embrace. Pinkie’s breath tickled and the sheer awkwardness of the situation caused a small giggle to escape Dash’s lips. Pinkie answered with one of her own, calm and melodious, that eased Dash’s nerves, before focusing on one of her friend’s lips one at time, landing soft kisses and curious nibbling.

“What’s so funny?” Pinkie asked.

“No-nothing...You just tickled me. That’s all.”

“How about this. Will this tickle?” Rainbow could feel Pinkie’s hand moving on her small breasts, so close to Pinkie's to look like small puppies compared to those bulldogs, down to her belly before her fingertips were already dancing among her pubic hair...Rainbow bit her lip to contain a very uncool whimper.

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked this.”

“Oh, I do. But wouldn’t you prefer doing it in a much, well, not so in the open?”

“Of course! But you will have to carry me there. I feel a little tired. Do you mind?”

“No problemo.” Dash turned her back to Pinkie, who circled Dash’s waist with her arms. Pinkie’s boobs pressed on Dash’s back and everything felt awesomer.

***

The stone on her back felt rough, but still smoother than a pile of sand. Rainbow guessed that Rarity had a point: there were rocks tall enough to hide the two lovers from unwanted eyes and water just reached their thighs, finally allowing Dash to fully tap that fine ass with no pesky water in sight. Pinkie's kiss was ravenous, exhilarating, pure party powered Pinkie Pie. She pursued Dash’s lips leaving barely any time to breath for the athlete before shoving her tongue in her mouth.

Dash nearly choked when she felt the wet appendage making its way in her mouth, until she wrapped her own tongue around it. All she did was just taking a few seconds just to admire her figure, but finding herself alone with Pinkie Pie, tongue locked and naked body pressed against naked body? The situation escalated quickly, like that old saying went.

Not that Dash was complaining.

Her hands were caressing her smooth skin and exploring those fantastic curves that gleamed in the sunlight like morning dew while her lover moved that wild tongue from out her mouth and down to her neck, kissing and suckling her skin like frosting from a cake. Dash stole a glance at that bouncing pink mass of hair and ran her fingers among them, particularly appreciating the way her hair never fully lost volume, even when soaking wet, like a small part of Pinkie’s bombastic spirit never let them to do so.

She grabbed Pinkie’s cheeks and pulled her into another ferocious kiss, letting their tongues glide unto each other and the pink haired girl to pounce and lock her generous thighs around Dash’s back. Her legs wobbled a bit, but she steeled herself just in time, allowing her a firm grasp of Pinkie's ass. A strange warmth grew in her abdomen, reminder that yes: it was real and it was so good.

Not an ounce of fat in excess, she thought. “Must be all the partying…” Dash muttered.

“Uh?”

“Nothing. Still remarking on how cool you are.”

“I heard the word party somewhere. All the parties I’m going to throw for you.” She landed a few small kisses on Rainbow’s neck, sending a faint shiver down her spine. “And for parties I mean sex♥!” Rainbow swore she could have really heard a heart symbol in that sickeningly sweet voice.

“You see? That’s why I like you: you make even obvious things funny."

She suckled on Pinkie’s nipple, causing her to howl her delight at the sky as Dash’s left hand massaged at the bottom of her bulk, while her right hand was still firmly grasping Pinkie’s buttocks. It tasted...impossibly sweet...sweet in her actions, sweet in her voice, sweet in her taste, in her most hidden spots. The pure taste of pink invaded her mouth and its soothing taste spread across her body, turning it into a cozy, familiar warmth in her abdomen that slowly fell into her womanhood, causing it to tingle slightly.

In the heat of the moment, she pressed her teeth a little harder on Pinkie’s nipple, drawing a small squeal from the party girl. She held her pink candy like a sugar cube before her lips all over Pinkie’s body, glistening with sweat and water at the light of the Sun. At every touch of her lips she could see the pink haired girl squeal, completely in her power and making her dance at the mere touch of fingertips.

Dash let out of the nipple allowing her friend to press her generous breasts against Dash’s own. They looked in comparison like a pair of small, tanned deers facing against two hungry buffaloes. Pinkie Pie came down on them nevertheless sending the athlete’s head spinning as her velvet’s tongue danced on her puckered pink jewels.

Her friend’s chaotic mind went further and pushed her dirty pillows underneath Dash’s boobs, raising and presenting them to Dash herself. A feral drive possessed her and started to taste her own nipples as well, meeting Pinkie’s tongue a few times, busy in doing the same.

She tasted weird, not much better than Pinkie but still pleasant. The sheer weirdness of it combined it with the adrenaline was enough.

A much bigger rush ran through her body when she felt her own hand gently stroking her swollen labia, feeling small drops of her own arousal running through her fingers and caressing her sex before inserting a finger, then two into herself. She pushed in the second knuckle and curled it, twisting them into her inner walls to her delight while Pinkie Pie was busy biting and suckling her own breast, a delightful sensation ran through her most sensitive spot.

She saw her random friend focusing her attention on Dash’s belly, kissing it lower and lower until she was just a few inches from Rainbow’s gates of pleasure. Her tongue started to dance on her pelvis and between the triangle of perfectly trimmed pubic hair when Rainbow presented her her fingers covered in the precious female ambrosia, which Pinkie forced into her mouth like a lollipop, whilst a happy moan escaped her throat.

Ohmygosh, why does it tickle?!

Pinkie planted her hands on Dash’s tights and made her mouth parallel with Dash’s swollen folds. She wanted this, both of them needed this and the anticipation made both girls shiver, causing Pinkie Pie to tease her friend by breathing hot air on her sensitive spots before taking a tentative sample near her pink labia. Dash bit her lip and felt a whirlwind of fire raging inside her and ran her fingers trough Pinkie’s pink scalp, spurring her in the kindest of ways to continue.

Pinkie saw a trickle of liquid running down Dash’s inner thighs and started from there, picking each drop before getting closer and closer to Rainbow’s warm sex, dragging her tongue and casually brushing against her small nub.

Rainbow whimpered, her mind living up to the expectations that lasted far too briefly. Before words of complaints came out of her mouth, they quickly turned into lustful moans as her friend and lover started working with her skillful tongue all over the exposed pink treasure, drawing out jolts of aching pleasure from the athletic girl.

Oh, fucking Goddess yes...Of course she knows how...She can do everything...Except for swimm— Dash’s train of thought derailed, crashed and burned when she felt that warm, wonderful appendage of her friend breaching and then finally plunging inside her, darting in her slit like a little kid throwing himself in a candy shop...Or just Pinkie Pie throwing herself in a candy shop.

Same thing really.

She could feel every twist and turn of Pinkie’s voracious attentions that made her inner walls clench tightly. Pinkie didn’t falter and continued to flail around without grace, but enough to hit every inch of Dashie’s very excitable slit.

Dash could feel Pinkie’s cute nose bump against her clit and the rest of her pelvis inching its way toward Pinkie’s mouth, eager to be eaten out more and more like the world’s most delicious candy.

Pressure was building in her abdomen and a fire grew in her chest. Her mouth watered as her thoughts turned into static as Pinkie greedily feasted on her most intimate flesh before, with no warning said or needed, plunging her wet tongue deep into Rainbow’s quivering hole. Rainbow shouted her pleasure to the sky as Pinkie Pie started ravaging her insides, reducing the barely collected young woman to a screaming, drooling, sex crazed mess as the flame of pleasure, once small, burned her like a feeble piece of paper. She felt broken to say the least, completely at Pinkie’s mercy, as her juices coated her friend’s mouth and chin like caramel, glistening in the Sun.

“HOLY SHIT!” Rainbow cried and splattered her juices all over Pinkie’s face and chest as her back arched itself, the orgasm slamming on the back of her mind, the fire inside her roaring one last time to cover her senses in violent bliss. Pinkie Pie gave one last kiss to Rainbow’s soaked flower and gripped the exhausted but incredibly satisfied girl in a tight hug, caressing her back as Rainbow start to huff and pant.

“Liked, Dashie?”

Rainbow nodded, still too tired to put two words together.

“In a scale out of ten?”

Rainbow rolled her eyes. If I wanted to get geeky during sex I would have fucked Twilight. Still, Rainbow raised her hands, showing a perfect ten. She certainly earned that.

“Oh, thank you, Dashie!” She giggled. “You are just the bestest and greatest of all things that end with ‘est’.

“I’m also the ‘safest’?” Rainbow chortled. “But seriously, though...I like you, too.” She kissed Pinkie’s nose. Rainbow readied her lips to give her friend another kiss, on the lips this time, but felt a little odd kissing someone else with her mouth covered in Rainbow’s own fluid, so she settled for a small one on her forehead.

“Well, you kinda saved me, so yeah. Staying with you sure is safe. Like being under a warm, warm blanket. “ she circled Rainbow’s waist with her arms, pulling her close in a gentle embrace.

“I like you a lot. ” Dash reaffirmed to herself and Pinkie.

“Enough to do me this time?” There was it: Pinkie’s typical smile. The one she used to wear whenever she was asking something of someone and was too adorable to say no to it. Whether Pinkie did that subconsciously or the party girl had a manipulative streak hidden beneath her cotton candy hair, Rainbow cared not for it.

“Well, of course! I’ve always been fair. Well, mostly fair. Some days, maybe…Well, of course I’m doing you!"

Pinkie wasn’t listening to her and was already spraying her legs, letting the rocks support her back. She inserted two in her vagina and spread her lower lips to reveal the inner, pink flesh. Dash could already feel the enticing aroma of her juices mixed with the pleasant fragrance of the ocean, ripe to be taken. A sudden surge of energy ran through her body, matching the woman in front of her formed on her face, her lips met Pinkie Pie’s and she tasted herself as the party girl’s hand grasped Dash’s while the other made its way towards Pinkie’s hidden treasure.

Her middle and index lightly brushed on Pinkie’s nub causing her to let out a quick squeal, swallowed with gusto by Dash’s lips. She pounced and with feral swiftness, thrusted her hips unto Pinkie’s until they met.

Truly met.

As their sexes connected the mild contact turned into a steady grind against her friend’s slit. Rocketing her hips further, she mashed their mounds together as the two drooled by the mere pleasure of it, their sensitive organs being rammed without coherence and mercy unto each others, their clitoris flicking.

Dash bucked her as hard as she could, trying not to get overwhelmed by the wonderful pressure in her sex that kept spreading to her belly. In fact, the athlete tried to push harder and harder, every mere tickling in excess perceived as a challenge, as a personal dare towards her sinful goal. She finally found her pace and kept slamming hard against her friend, only to bask on their shared heat and the wonderful friction of their most secret spots, exchanging quick kisses and lovely moans with her lover.

Reduced to a pile of sweat and aching muscles, she could feel the climax knocking at her door, ready to overwhelm her senses with pleasure never before tasted and all of this at few mere thrusts away.

Twack,twack, twack

The only sound loud enough to cover the waves, seconded over by the enthusiastic squeals of a chubby pink girl, her powerful thighs squeezing Dash’s sides and her nails very nearly sinking into Rainbow’s back. She felt powerful while doing this. Fulfilled and adored unlike any other with that girl in her sinful embrace, sinking deeper and deeper in her.

“D-Dashie...Naaahhh…” Rainbow lunged in for one last kiss before their womanhoods spasmed and erupted from the sheer pleasure, wrecking her very soul and most definitely Pinkie’s as well, their lewd moistures hanging out and connecting with each other by a small strand. The orgasm wrecked and roared like a tempest, making her legs shake and her spine turned to goo, sending her head spinning in realms beyond the human comprehension and one only lovers together could reach.

She was resting in her Pinkie’s embrace before being awakened by her sex induced stupor by a small rain of kisses falling on her face before settling on her lips alone and a pair of half opened baby blue eyes locking their gaze with hers. She hoped to always see those eyes looking at her like that. Looking at her and calling her love. Dash kissed her back as many times as she could before Pinkie Pie whispered in her ears.

“Should we go back to the others? Maybe they are worried about us.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right...Party pooper.”

Dash closed her eyes and jokingly expected a slap on her face, receiving only a small bop on the nose. Rainbow chuckled and shook her head, heading to retrieve their costumes laying nearly the couple.

That’s when she saw Pinkie Pie throwing herself into the sea and leaping downward through air, nearly disappearing into the distance with just a few, powerful strokes and a playful, even mocking, giggle.

"Are you coming or not?” She waved her hand at the speechless girl, slowly losing herself in a hysteric laughter. "Not that you haven't already!"

You clever, little, reckless minx… “ "You could have just asked, you know?"

Rainbow wore her bra and panties again and joined Pinkie Pie, racing her back to the beach.

Author's Note

Next chapter, Threesome Extravaganza and the return of Flutterboob!

A Flower for each hand.

Chapter Two: A Flower for each hand.

“Um, shouldn't we be a little closer to the group?” Fluttershy grasped an outfit with each hand and compared them repeatedly, moving her gaze from skimpy outfit to skimpy-er outfit. Rarity complained about the laces of her earlier swimsuit but one of them had them, too. Actually, it had far more laces than fabric.

Luckily, it was summer outfit because letting all that skin uncovered would be really bad for their health in another season.

“Relax, darling. There is nothing to worry about. Besides, we all are responsible adults.” She glanced at Spike a few feet away, his back turned to the two women and humming a little tune to allow Fluttershy to change without having another nervous breakdown.

“If you say so...We are down to the last two? What do you think about this one?” Flutters placed the red, skimpy one over her chest. Her other hand held the other outfit, the one that looked more like fine rope than clothing, designed only to cover probably the nipples and her...girl parts. A searing blush showed up on her cheeks at the mere thought in holding that in her hand, let alone wearing it.

“What’s wrong, dear?”

“Isn’t this a little excessive? I mean, we are all friends here but is there any need to show our, um, good will so much?”

“Fluttershy, darling.” Rarity placed a hand on the other girl’s shoulder. “Attracting someone else isn’t always the issue.”

“I wasn’t talking abou—”

“It’s being comfortable with your body! Whatever you got, whether you be tall or short, fair skinned or dark, plump or skinny, A or D cup…” Her sight was hijacked on Fluttershy’s still generous assets. She wondered how any kind of bra could hold those beasts. “...in your case definitely D. You must be able to say: ‘This is my body and, world, I’m proud of it!”

“Y-yes! I agree!” Fluttershy’s blood pumped, the force of her determination dissipating her doubts. “But...wait, you said men aren’t your concern, then?”

“Well, no. Why do you ask?”

“I mean, you’re showing off lots of skin yourself.” She pointed at Rarity and looked at her form fitting backless swimsuit that embodied everything that fabric and magically enhanced sewing could be helpful in showing off a woman’s figure. “Isn’t that for…” she moved her index finger a few inches away, pointing this time at one green haired bored boy that kicked the sand and sighed heavily.

“Are you finished, girls?” Spike stretched his arms.

“Almost, darling! Have a little patience.” She turned toward Fluttershy and lowered her voice enough to be heard only by a hummingbird. Or someone that frequently spoke with hummingbirds. “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, everyone knows he’s crazy about you and you don’t seem to mind having him around. Especially now.”

“Well, what I was going to say to Twilight? Please, leave our friend and your assistant behind? Besides, I love having him around! The thing is he is a little too...courteous, maybe?” Rarity blinked. She would never believed for that to be a flaw in someone else, especially Spike.

“What?”

“He respects me too much, that is. He is always so kind, so helpful, so devoted and yet...he never seems to take the first step.”

“What?!” If Fluttershy had been a lot less polite she would have said that her friend had finally gone loco. Or really was oblivious to everything. “Rarity, um, are you feeling well?” She placed a hand on her friend’s forehead to check her temperature.

“Absolutely, dear. The only problem is that if only he had a more forward approach…” She licked her lips as she focused her gaze on Spike’s really, really tight short shorts. Purple always looked so good on him, even better than Twilight. “I would jump on him like there is no tomorrow.”

“Oh...Never saw it that way.” A small smile appeared on Fluttershy’s lips. She was actually delighted to know that her friend had much more chances than it looked like.

“But we aren’t talking about me and Spike. When you are going to see that you, Fluttershy, are beautiful and you matter?”

“You know what? You’re right! What am I? A spineless, useless coward afraid of her own shadow? Even though when you are all alone and there’s a storm and a lightning bolt make it seem bigger and scarier and with pointy tee—It doesn’t matter!”

“Bravo, Fluttershy!”

“I’m an Element of Harmony, I saved Equestria more times than I could count, I faced Nightmare Moon and the Changelings, I reformed Discord for pity’s sake! And he still is reformed! Beat that Princess Celestia!”

“Oh, finally some joie de vivre from you! How many times have you proved you’re better than this before you believe it yourself?” Rarity blinked. “Could you try not to boast in front of the Princess next time, though—”

“Yes, I’m alive! I matter! I’m better than that! And I...choose...this!” Fluttershy gloriously held over her head the indecent outfit. “I will not be afraid!”

“Well, I never thought you would choose that one but I’m glad you like it. Spike! Be a dear and fetch all the other outfits while Fluttershy changes.” Rarity pointed at the huge pile of costumes and the three empty bags containing them lying on a towel to not let the sand soil them.

“Coming.” Still with his eyes closed, he started stuffing Rarity’s collection of outfits back in the bags.

“Spikey Wikey? Why don’t we go there while Fluttershy changes?” She turned toward the rose haired girl and gestured her to quickly go behind that tall enough rock she mentioned earlier and swiftly hugged Spike from behind, burying his green head between her breasts as he kneeled down to fit the clothes back in the bag.

A shame that he stopped growing long before being of age, but the last time that happened he never stopped doing so and turned into a giant, scaly, roaring monster, so not everything was for the worst.

“Hum...Rarity? There’s something on my head that weighs so much.” Spike felt a peculiar heat puffing up his cheek, kinda similar the one he always felt after a puff of dragon fire. Only there were no traces of green flames…

“But I think you enjoy it, right?”

Spike gulped. Rarity could feel him shake and tremble and she felt guilty. With all that talks about forward approach and body image she didn’t even think about if this was the right thing to do…

She unlocked her arms from the boy until she felt a firm grasp around her wrist. “W-wait...Don’t go.” he pleaded, looking so vulnerable with his wide green eyes.

“I’m not leaving.” She glanced at the bag half stuffed with the discarded outfits. “You know, Spikey Wikey? Why don’t you rest for a while? We all came here for a vacation and I would feel bad if you spent it cleaning my mess.”

He flashed a warm smile. “I like cleaning your mess.” his face shifted into a puzzled look. “Wait, that’s not right...I like your mess. No wait! I like you! I mean—”

“I know what you mean!” she chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Why is it that everyone around here needs a good injection of self esteem?”

“What?”

“You heard Fluttershy, I presume.”

“Me, you, the other girls the other side of the beach and the rest of Ponyville a few miles away. Probably the Princesses, too. Cadence included, back there in the Crystal Empire. Yeah, I got that.”

Rarity chuckled. “I’m quite sure of it. Don’t get me wrong, she’s the best person I could’ve ever hoped to meet but sometimes I feel like her mother or her coach. I feel like Rainbow!” She shuddered, finding in her heart a newfound compassion for the boisterous athlete, having to deal with such a friend. “I can’t always scream from the sidelines to everyone that they can do it.”

“You know, sometimes we just need a push in the right direction. That’s why we have each other.” He scratched the back of his head. “One of us forgets what we have that makes us strong, something the rest of us sees every day but we can’t because it would be like an eye watching itself.

“That was quite profound.”

“Living in a library got some advantages,” he chortled. “Sometimes it’s you and Fluttershy, next time it will be Fluttershy to return the favour when you’ll need it.”

“And I would be there for you if you need me.” She turned towards Spike with pleading eyes and an eye flutter. More natural than breathing for her, but it did nothing that tint his cheek with a red that skimmed the line between the endearing and the frustrating.

“I know that, Rarity…I kind of implied that, yes. Still, thank you...”

“I think you’re already wonderful, by the way...” she blurted out and silence immediately fell between the two like a sack full of bricks. Spike’s timid smile turned upside down in a puzzled frown.

The moment of bonding lasted less than a flower in the storm. He shrugged and hid his gaze between a curtain of green locks. She tried to open her mouth but no sound came from it. Was there such a gap between them? A gap he couldn’t fill for his shyness and she couldn’t fit with her cowardice?

A lady always lived by the wisdom she gave.

“Spikey, do you still like me?”

No answer. She poked him with her index finger and he wobbled slightly, lifeless, clutching tightly his sides with his arms.

“Spike, I am really worried about you so I’ll come closer and check you, alright? Say nothing if you agree.” He didn’t, so she leaned her head over to meet his gaze, finally noticing that the boy was just...frozen. Completely paralyzed in fear with huge drops of cold sweat hanging from his green bangs.

“Spikey? Are you ok?” She wanted to give herself a slap for such an obvious question.

“I never stopped.”

“Stopped what?”

“Liking you. I never stopped liking you at all. How could I just s-stop? It would be like asking me to stop breathing.”

“Why did you freeze up like that, then?” She passed a finger on his arm, feeling the increasing tension in it. “Are you afraid of me?”

“I’m afraid of losing what we have. Does it still matter for you?”

“O-of course, you do! You matter a lot for us.”

“Do I matter to you?”

Before Rarity completely lost her mind with joy, as she felt his heart and his feelings closer than they’ve ever been, Spike found himself buried again in her firmly shaped bosom.

“Yes!!! You do matter a lot to me!” She threw herself at him and brushed her lips against his.

At first she thought she had done it, to have rushed things so fast to slam on a metaphorical brick wall until Spike’s green head lunged forward, sealing his lips with the fashionista’s own, returning the kiss by making less noise than a ladybug snoring.

His mouth trembled slightly as he met her lips, those coveted lips he wanted to kiss for so long, but in his mind he had no fear as he struggled on his heels to match the woman’s height. A pleasant warmth spread to her cheeks as she registered the softness of his lips meeting hers.

Her arms locked around his waist to support his weight in the tender effort of feeling him closer to her, noticing with delight how he was clinging to her, like a fine line out of life’s uncertainties..

Her heart started pounding as she felt his arms sliding on her skin, firmly grasping her sides and her waist, as she started to feel his tongue, begging to enter in her mouth. It tickled slightly and caused a small giggle to ring in her throat. Already going with the tongue, she thought, amused. She found it delightful the idea that this was his first kiss.

Her jaw relaxed and all her tension dissipated, finally turning what they have into a real kiss instead of two pair of lips massaging each other, allowing her to bask in the wonder of that moment.

The sea breeze gently caressed the pair, their hands exploring each other’s curves, his skin meeting hers as it was revealed inch by inch because of her costume being slowly pulled down. Her shoulders already bare felt the warmth of the setting Sun as the exhilarating nature of the kiss made her forget everything but them.

He and Her. Man and Woman. The gap between bridged and their hearts beating as one.

Her muscles turned to stone and her breath was drawing short as her tongue met his and was swayed towards one tiny little detail. Actually several little details that really spoiled the moment: Teeth.

A small line of newborn, filed teeth in the back of his mouth, seeping through the skin like many knives. Sometimes, under that young boy look, Rarity forgot that her adorable friend was also a dragonfolk. His pearly white teeth were starting to grow in dangerous fangs!

The boy’s development was complete. The dragon’s had just started.

The dreadful instruments prickled her tongue and she let out a small yelp of pain. Spike broke the kiss leaving only an uncouth trail of saliva between their lips. “Did I do something wrong?”

“N-no. Of course not…” Her eyes wandered about as she felt between her fingers the small mantle of purple scales on his shoulders. Not even half a patch of skin but her fingers found them anyway, stroking in a way between affectionate and worried. How would it feel like to press her body against his? Would it hurt?

“Wait...I got it.” He pouted and passed his tongue on his own teeth. “You know, I try to round them nearly every day but I always miss a pair. Did I hurt you?!”

“A little. But don’t think it does hinder your kissing capabilities!“

“Uh, what?”

“You good kissing.” She giggled, forsaking basic grammar for the sake of lightening the mood, complete with a small kiss on Spike’s nose and on his forehead.

She closed her eyes as a jolt of pleasure speared her when Spike started giving playful little kisses and nips on her neck, going lower and lower as he firmly grasped her bottom.
He whipped out his tongue to lick her her so close to her bosom while another inch of clothes went down, nearly ripped by her lover’s inquisitiveness.

She left herself to be pinned on the ground, resting her back on the pile of discarded costumes gently guided by Spike’s hands behind her waist. She caressed his face as she felt a strange warmth hovering and throbbing over her crotch...poking right through Spike’s short shorts.

She grabbed his cheeks and pulled him into another hungry kiss, finally meeting his tongue with hers and locking around it on all of its wet glory as his hands finally pulled down her white costume, freeing her graceful curves from its tight confines. They were perfectly firm, as if they were holding themselves as a reflection of the grace and beauty the fashionista tried and succeeded to embody, reflected on a pair of perfectly shaped bosom. They didn’t possess Pinkie’s or Fluttershy’s sheer size. They didn’t need to.

He took the pink crown jewel of her gracious mounds in his mouth, enveloping it in his lips with all the care in the world, suckling onto it like a small child. This drew a moan from Rarity whose hand slid down his back and encountered only smooth skin, zigzagging and avoiding her worries to meet the boyish curve of his butt. To her delight, she could feel the brushing of his teeth against her skin very few times, so few she could count them on just one hand, and none of them were the dragon’s ones.

Spike was greedily passing between a nipple and the other, covering them with drool, kissing and licking Rarity’s breasts, his tongue riding every tiny, little spot that were missing the touch of a man, awakening sensations in the process she never thought she would feel again and was starting to forget how it felt.

Thank Celestia for her Green Knight! Sure, he was was mostly uncouth, completely savage...and she was reveling in it and the damp sensation of his skilled tongue as well her young friend’s pride throbbing against her crotch. A crotch that felt an amazing warmth spreading from it and was aching to be united with what laid beyond a thin layer of cotton.

“Darling, let me do something first…” she said between moans while her lover threw a puzzle looked from over her breasts. He sighed and gave her smile to her as he leaned on his side to give Rarity some space. She started wiggling her waist back and forth to try and slide herself out of her half taken swim suit until she straightened her long legs and gave a powerful kick, sending her immaculate white outfit sprawling on the ground, preparing her naked body to be soiled in the most wonderful way.

Spike froze again when she laid his gaze upon the perfectly trimmed patch of purple hair adorning her sex. His mouth started watering as he felt every cell of his body yearning to lunge at the perfect curve of the goddess in front of him, his dreams ripe for the taking.

He took a moment to admire her love’s sex: her bright pink labia glistened in the sun, not unlike the wings of a pretty butterfly or the petals of a fresh spring orchid, capped off by an elegant, roundly shaped clitoris, the crowning jewel of the woman’s beauty.

A healthy shade of crimson adorned Rarity’s cheek. “Well, I showed you mine...How about you show me yours?” she cooed.

“Oh, frickin’ yes…” He got up immediately and grabbed his shorts, pulling them down and leaving his crotch exposed, leaving only a small patch of cloth hanging from his rock hard erection. “Ready?” He grinned as Rarity was sitting completely on her bottom, her arms wrapped around her rocking back and forth, expecting it like a child waiting for his Heartwarming Eve’s gifts.

His hands moved. His virility twitched. Rarity’s grin grew to glorious greatness.

“Rarity! How do I look?” A 90% naked, rose haired girl popped out that rock and saw a perfectly round butt. And her friend butt naked. Her throat let out a small squeak before her thoughts went to static. Being practically naked apart from two tiny strips over her nipples and another protecting her sex didn’t help. If anything she felt even more naked, helpless and disoriented.

“Darling!” Rarity covered her breasts with her arms while Spike hastily put everything back in his trousers. “I swear there is a perfectly rational explanation for this!”

“Were you two…?” she pointed at the couple, her finger waddling back and forth from one to the other.

“Sorta! Kinda! We just started!” Spike bit his lip when he noticed that his other head was very receptive of Fluttershy’s new looks. He wondered if having that massive bosom also on his head would hurt his neck. “Not now,” he muttered to the rebel appendage.

“I know it may seem most uncouth to be doing this behind your back, but you know,” Rarity shrugged, words slipping out of her tongue and certainly she wasn’t going to find them in Spike’s eyes, who shrugged back.

“No. I-I don’t know!” Fluttershy’s internal volume control kind of slipped out of her hand.

“With all that talking about approaches and body image and taking back control of one’s life I sorta thought that―”

“You misunderstand!” She threw her arms at her side in defeat, before sighing nervously and look at the couple with the eyes of a lost puppy.

Her body language gave, nay, screamed the impression she was gathering all of her courage for that moment. “Can I watch?” Fluttershy pleaded, her scintillating, incensed eyes gaining a size or two. Rarity and Spike turned toward each other and with a matching grin, they agreed that the day couldn’t get better.

***

If someone had told Spike that not only the girl of his dreams, the loving, caring, sophisticated and affectionate Rarity would reciprocate his attentions but he would also get a boobjob from her and from the second most beautiful girl he knew, he would have probably said to that someone to cut the moonshine.

But here he was, his turgid, considerable length being smushed down in a sea of velvet like snugness. His glistening, purple head seldom popped out from the marshmallow heaven, milked of precum from each trust. Each time those magnificent breasts moved across his shaft, each time the girl’s nipples passed above his bulgy veins, giving him delightful pricks of pleasure.

Rarity had to use her cunning to move her reasonably sized assets all around his virility, planting kisses and voracious full tongue licks on his head, enveloping in her wetness at every chance only to explode in a lighthearted chortle every time they made eye contact. Rarity knew how to handle a dick and wasn’t afraid to show it and she looked positively enrapturing with the boy’s juices smeared all across her face and torso, like she was swimming in the fruits of their lust.

Fluttershy nearly looked completely lost and concentrated on Spike’s corpus, taking in the lower part of his member complete with his balls in her soft, smooshy graces. He could see the shy girl sticking out her tongue, mirroring Rarity’s efforts and cleaning in a fell swoop the dragon boy’s throbbing genitals. She didn’t appear to enjoy the taste but kept going forward, smiling after each pout as if she basked in the joy of giving her friend such a wondrous time. She was focusing on the less sensitive parts of his organ but her efforts were genuine, successful and incredibly hot, tantalising the boy and filling him with anticipation.

Rarity opened her mouth and Spike’s shaft went in smoothly. She inched her way beyond her soft, lipstick wearing lips and let her tongue rest around its tip, delighting in his salty, creamy goodness as her hands kept her alabaster breasts in place, keeping that delicious member in his place. Fluttershy, too, started using her mouth and enveloped one of Spike’s balls in it, running her tongue on the surface while she used her hand to stroke his firm butt.

Spike let out a little whine that grew into a growl, placing his hands on Rarity’s head and forcing a inch or two more in her. His cock kept rolling on her tongue which sent wave after wave of animalistic pleasure, enough to turn his legs into jelly. He fell on his back as the purple haired woman crawled on top of him, still continuing her blowjob with a steadier rhythm, her head bobbing up and down on his dick. He rolled his eyes and let his tongue hang at the side of his mouth when he felt Rarity’s fingers grasping his.

Rarity went to his knees and waved his butt in the her, using a hand to spread her labia, revealing her soft, pink flesh to a very confused Fluttershy. She waved her butt again and the shy girl finally got her hint, gulping loudly and sticking her tongue, and crawled her way to give a slow, long lick to Rarity’s sex, who giggled in delight as her mouth was pounded in her throat by Spike’s aching rod and Flutter’s amazing tongue, whose touch grew more lustful and experienced as she feasted on her with increasing greed launched her in a long, suffocated moan. Careful to trail her tongue across Rarity’s labia, she launched small darts of pleasure on her pink treasure before launching an assault on Rarity’s hole.

When her tongue entered she let out another long, dirty sounding moan and let her juices ran freely, splattering her friend’s face with mirth as she kept eating her out.

Spike’s eyes were closed shut as Rarity’s touch overloaded his senses and felt a mental pair of hinges being smashed and went clinking on the ground as he released himself in Rarity’s mouth.

His cock hardened and swelled as the liquid ran again and again through his appendage and landed in huge damp shots, rocking his muscles so hard to make a sweet pain seep in his loins and behind his eyes, down his woman’s throat and then on her breasts and face when she couldn’t no longer contain the force of his erection, struggling to keep the remaining boiling baby batter in her mouth after unsheating Spike’s member from her mouth.

To everyone’s surprise not only was it not soft in the least, but it stood erect once again gaining further length and thickness, throbbing, aching, for sexual release that not one but two beautiful women were more than willing to give.

“Wait,” Fluttershy whispered and grabbed Rarity by the cheeks, opening her mouth to catch the liquid spilling from Rarity’s own, gulping it down like the sweetest ambrosia. Spike was kind of surprised by that turn of event. Who would have thought she would have done something so gross and yet so hot? Though, to be pedantic one should ask why she would have agreed to all the sex thing.

Eventually, Fluttershy collapsed on her side, her mouth soiled by both female and male juices, and watched with a dazed look at her friend catching his breath while Rarity laid on her back again and releasing another serene laughter.

“Oh my!” she panted out between a chortle and another. “That was quite...quite something darlings! Raise your hand if you didn’t expect the day to go the way it went!” She launched herself in a schoolgirl giggle, as if she were inebriated.

Fluttershy shrugged and raised her hand. Spike just joined them to not look like a jerk.

“But even so, don’t you agree that there was something missing?” She flashed a sly grin as her hand delicately slipped onto her belly. Fluttershy on her hands, her jaw slowly starting to fell from amazement and surprise, something that her brain picked up a second faster than Spike.

“Something that me, you and everyone else wants to see.” Rarity moved her fingers down to her sex and spread her lower lips and used the other arm to support herself on the elbow, throwing the gauntlet at her lover to plunge himself in her inviting depths.

He didn’t crawl his way to her, he pounced. He was already above the woman of his dreams and guided his member at her entrance, aligning with massive care his rod with her soaked flower.

A nod, a tender smile and he pushed, finally allowing Rarity to taste the pleasure rippling from his sex.

This was what was she missed, this tightness, the fullness, the warm moistness of her Spikey Wikey that did practically nothing but fuel her unending need of cock. Inch by inch, Rarity felt herself being filled by that throbbing, warming organ, something she would be sure to experience again and again until the edge of forever.

He squeezed past the last resistance of her ring of flesh and made her whole body tense up before she relaxed despite the quaking of her very being. Spike pushed the rest of the way with more force, bottoming out quickly after.

Man hands circled her buttocks, going around to meet her waist and massaging those sensitive spots before focusing on her thighs, applying gentle pressure and spreading her legs further. Rarity couldn’t help but squirm due to the member inside her, pushing back until Spike relented and slowly pulled himself out, only to slam his spear again deep inside her, milking out a small trickle of cum, far more eager than the rest of joining Rarity’s insides.

Her amused squeals went unnoticed as Spike thrust back in, pulling Rarity’s hips back to meet his own. His touch was rough, rude and even savage, still marked by inexperience and the primal need of satisfying his needs more than those of his lover but it was earnest and natural and she wasn’t blaming him for it.

It was another facet of Spike that she wanted to know for so long, like one face of a fire ruby that needed to be polished a little to show its beauty. Her nails embedding themselves in his back, carefully avoiding the scales as not break something (most probably the nails), were a promise of that and the many nights she would live with him.

She lost herself in the heat of the moment and her teeth slowly sank in his shoulder as she could feel his organ trembling, driven to the edge by her warm and wet folds. He didn’t notice, occupied as he was with beating a rhythm into his love that filled the silence of the beach. Her whole body spasmed and collapsed she felt his manhood release his juices, sending it splattering into her womb..

With the corner of his eye and in the silence that drowned the world but for the happy moans of his lady, he caught a glimpse of Fluttershy shoving her fingers in her puffy, wet prize, biting her lip as of not to howl her delight to the other side of the world. Her juices were sent flying down her thighs as the last traces of the orgasm were taking a toll on his mind.

He collapsed on Rarity’s chest and felt her puckered nipples brushing against his chest. Their hearts beating in unison as pearly drops of sweat crossed their brows as her fingers ran through his green hair. He was still buried deep inside her, his penis leaving one small trickle of cum in her, as if to leave a signature.

It was wonderful, calm, perfect...but still not finished. Something made his blood pump and shrink his pupils, a primordial need flowing in his very soul. His newborn scales stood up on his shoulder, his heart hammered in his ribcage. His instincts reawakened with a vengeance, still yearning for the touch of warm flesh and the exchanging of fluids. He needed a woman but he could see beneath Rarity’s satisfied smile that she did not have any energy left within her.

Sex was one thing, but hurting a loved one to satisfy one’s own instincts? Frigging never.

“Rarity?” he groaned as her hand was still massaging his scalp, answering with a satisfied moan.

“You know, she said she wanted to watch…”

She turned her gaze toward the rose haired girl and grinned as she saw her collapsed on her back, her massive bosom resting on the side while her fingers were still occupied drawing the last, measly drops of pleasure from herself. If women could do that on their own, they wouldn’t have need for cocks.

“What if we let her...join in?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” She smiled and kissed Spike on the nose and then briefly on his lips, as their shared grin was matched by Fluttershy.

***

She was already on her knees, her plump butt waving in the air and feeling the sea breeze caressing it gently, as well as Rarity’s hand that kept it high and ready. Her wet treasure was dripping with excitement and her hole was screaming at her mind the same thing it was screaming, trying to breach wall after wall of reservations when she saw Spike making Rarity hers: Now it’s your turn.

“Ready, Spikey?” Rarity whispered as she rolled his thick cock in her hand, stroking it gently to prepare for what was to come.

“Y-yeah!” he said, his cock still aching for all the work it had to done but willing to enter another hole, to give a rest to his dragon lust and to satisfy a friend that wanted to feel alive.

Rarity chuckled and Spike moved his hips forward, brushing his knees against the sheet. The fashionista held the thick member and guided it with an eerie calm towards Flutter’s gaping gash. When the purple tip met the juicy pink flesh it was only by an inch, an inch of sensitive flesh and a sharp gasp arose from the two of them..

The ravenous lady gave a little push to Spike’s butt and he swiftly penetrated her, piercing Fluttershy like butter to fill with his meat her squishy hole. The quiet, kind caretaker turned into a savage animal not unlike the ones she loved to tend, expressing her joy at Spike’s delightful thrusts into her in the same way a savage beast would after travelling miles and miles just to find a mate; the perfect mate.

With ease, he plunged inside her, filling her canal with manic glee, crushing the tip of his penis against her insides again and again, trying to take all the leftover lust Rarity couldn’t take into that squishy, welcoming cunt. All of his higher brain functions were swept under a huge rug labeled: fuck this girl! and his whole being was obliging with gusto, savoring the fantastic friction of her hole, nothing existing part from her and his lust.

Fluttershy, amidst that sea of sinful sensation, could feel his fingers rubbing at her labia now, running in circles around her clit making her even close, so desperately close to the orgasm.

She could feel it, feel that pleasure rising to a point she never dared to taste. At only at few more thrust there was the Holy Grail of Absolute Pleasure and the fire in her heart, her soul and her loins made her realize this.

“Spike...Gaaaaah!” she roared. “Ram it in! Ram it iiiin!”

And he rammed it in indeed, as her inner walls tried to subdue the beast mounting her, only to give in in a copious spray of bodily fluids, coating his shaft with a sea of precum. Her muscles clenched around him and caught him in the most sinful grip, threatening to milk all the cum out of his young body.

He grinned and his member turned to stone, his hand searching for a pair of big breasts that just begged to be grabbed, squished and caressed to his heart’s desire as his seed came soaring inside Fluttershy, filling her to the brim, and coating her insides until it spilled out of her flower and onto the sheet below them.

He came and came, even more than when he came inside Rarity as spooge after spooge hit her cervix and even a small, adorable bulge was forming in her belly as if the semen simply had no end.

Spike, Rarity and Fluttershy collapsed in a pile of sweating limbs and bodies, leaving only the warmth of the sun and scent of their fluids to fill their thoughts.

Author's Note

Just one chapter to go, boys and girls. Sorry for the long hiatus but while my proofreader is a funny, intelligent and productive fellow, he also had...a life! Gasp!

Stress Relief and whatnot.

Chapter Three: Stress Relief and what not.

“I’m kinda worried.” Twilight turned the page absentmindedly, her eyes wandering randomly on the warm sand.

“Why’s that?” Applejack asked as she laid on the beach chair next to Twilight, the brim of her hat lowered on the eyes, acting as a makeshift pair of sunglasses. “Did something happen?

“Well, Pinkie and Rainbow have gone swimming a little too far and they still aren’t back, Spike, Rarity and Fluttershy are somewhere doing...Celestia knows what.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and removed her reading glasses. “I just feel something is up with them. Not that I want to meddle with their business.”

“Geez, relax, Twi!” Applejack chuckled. “We’re all mostly responsible grown ups ‘round here. Dash and Pinkie are probably goofing off and having fun at our backs, while Spike and Rarity…” Applejack sat up and plucked the hat out of her eyes, staring at Twilight with an amused smirk. “You tell me ya didn’t want those two getting some alone time.”

“Well…” Twilight tried to formulate a sentence that didn’t mean in any way ‘Damn, about time!’. “It’s not too bad but what about Fluttershy, then?”

Applejack looked left and right, assuring herself that nothing and no one except for Twilight would hear. She leaned towards Twilight and gave one final look behind her, hoping not to have one of her aforementioned friends pop up out of nowhere.

“She can watch…” she whispered, one hand to the side of her mouth so that even her lip movements couldn't be seen. Her serious face struggled to remain so, until it succumbed to a vibrant chortle. The sudden burst of laughter caused her to slump back and roll of her chair, holding her belly so it wouldn't explode from sheer hilarity.

“A-Applejack!” Twilight struggled to not laugh and held her breath, causing her fingers to dig in the wooden boards. Her lips began trembling and eventually gave in. She eventually doubled over from laughter and joined her friend in the most immature of chortles. “Y-You’re terrible!”

“Ah don’t know why ah said that!” Applejack rolled on her belly and sent her long legs thrashing about, banging on her chair noisily. “What the hay happened to me?”

“You still did! Is that how you turn out when you’re alone?” Twilight’s laughter grew dreamier as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Well, there’s you, Twilight”

“Yeah, but that’s only because no one would believe me if I said that you of all people said that. It’s the perfect plan!” Twilight cleared her voice trying not to choke from her bout of hilarity. “Girls, Applejack just suggested Fluttershy is a voyeur, Rainbow Dash dyes her hair and that Pinkie Pie makes the worst parties.”

Applejack swooned over her drama chair, pulling off her best Rarity impression and even dropping her accent for it. Even better than Rarity’s herself. “This is the...worst...possible thing! How could you doubt your friend in such a heinous way?” Applejack blinked and scrunched up her mouth like she had just swallowed a sour lemon. “But wait...Rainbow does dye her hair.”

“It’s just an elaborate strategy! Add some truth among the lies, so you make them believable!”

“Guess ya can call me a criminal mastermind. then! Ah jus’ need a top hat and a fancy mustache to twirl.” Applejack grinned, stroking an imaginary mustache between her thumb and index finger.

“Yeah, that would complete the picture.” Twilight slumped back down on the chair, her voice going hoarse and coming out in sticky globs. “But seriously, though. I’m just being the usual Worry-about-everything Sparkle.”

“That’s why we came here after all. Ah’m myself glad ah can spend a few hours doin’ absolutely nothing. Ah had to work for two at the farm to have everything covered for today.” Applejack’s eyes pointed upwards and to the side. “Ah wonder if ah forgot somethin’...”

***

“Somebody help!” Applebloom flailed her arm around, grasping for help under the humongous pile of apples that had just fallen upon her. “Anyone!”

Sweetie Belle watched in horror as she held her hands over her mouth, her white dress flapping in the wind. “This was a bad idea!”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes and sighed. “I’ll go get the chainsaw.” she stopped and blinked, picking some leaves from her violet hair. “Or your brother. Maybe it’s better to call your brother.” She gave a sheepish grin.

“Ya think?” The pile of apple with Applebloom’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

***

“Uuumh...Nah! Nothing to worry about. Pretty sure of it.”

“Well, yeah, but…” Twilight sat on her rear and hugged her knees, resting her head on her legs.. “I wanted to do nothing with my friends.Is it that weird?”

“Well, ya still got me Twi.” Applejack chuckled and playfully ruffled Twilight’s hair. The librarian was kinda annoyed of having it happen twice in the same day, first by Pinkie Pie and then AJ, but the farmgirl’s simple display of care brought a warm smile to her lips and that was enough. She didn’t even attempt to fix her messy bangs.

“And here we are, the most responsible girl of the group and her surprisingly facetious friend...”

“Gesundheit.”

“But you know what? Why don’t we do something instead of nothing?” Twilight chirped, her finger pointing upwards and the metaphorical ting of an idea bulb. In fact, she dropped the metaphorical part and manifested a small spark of energy above her head.

“That’s so deep, Twilight. We had so many options and we choose to do something instead of nothing. Ah think I’m in love with ya and that big brain you got.” Applejack snickered, her hat hiding her cheshire grin but doing anything to muffle her prickling laughter.

“Will you stop with the sarcasm?!”

“Neveer!” she shouted and shook her fist at the heavens in defiance and gave another quiet snicker. Twilight rolled her eyes, unsure if she had just landed in a planet where everyone were smartasses.

“I was looking in this spellbook here and I found this, and I quote, ‘ incantation for those that find solace and wish to unwind.’

“Really? Guess that bringin’ your homeworks here was useful, after all.” Applejack crossed Twilight’s soul piercing gaze and nervously chuckled. “Ah’ll stop that now.”

“Wanna try this out? I swear that it’s safe and everything.”

“As long as ya don’t turn me into an orange.” Applejack got up from the chair and stood beside her bookworm friend, easily towering over her. As much as Twilight was sure of Applejack’s loving, compassionate and earnest nature of her her friend, she would’ve never dared to provoke that sheer pile of muscles her friend called a body. “You...don’t want to turn me in an orange, right?”

“Well, those freckles make you already look like one alright, so no harm done.” She hid her face behind the tome to hide a girlish snicker.

“Well, guess we are even. What do I have to do?”

“First, you have to remove your underpants.”

An uncomfortable silence fell on the girls, with Twilight's innocent face, most likely due to her not being aware of what she said, making the situation even more uncomfortable. A lot of words ran through Applejack's mind, but only one stood out: trouble. Trouble with the capital T.

“He he...Maybe my ears are not working properly t’day, but did ya just said that ah’ve got to remove mah underpants?”

“Oh, yes, sorry. I meant your swimsuit, technically.” She turned the page with a noise not unlike a stab in the back. “Yes, it clearly says that. There’s even a small picture of someone’s crotch, look!” She shoved the questionable content at Applejack’s face only for it to be swept away by a swift movement of her hand.

“Jus’...Where did ya get that book?”

“Princess Celestia Herself lent it to me from her personal library,” she said proudly, holding the tome to her chest, hugging it like a teddy bear. A teddy bear containing very naughty things.“She said I totally should’ve brought this with me next time I met with my friends and you know how much I trust my mentor.”

The cherry on top of Applejack’s day. Horrible thoughts about their own beloved ruler. “What does it have after the whole...underwear removal...thing?”

“Well, it says that I have to apply the spell to the nether regions and let the magic do its...magic.” Twilight’s eyes widened with worry. “Oh. Oh, my gosh.”

“Yeah, that’s kind o’ worthy of an ‘oh’.” AJ was kinda glad Twilight now had realized.

A ferocious blush assaulted Twilight’s cheeks and caused her to let go of the book like it was possessed by an ancient evil dwelling in its pages. “Gaaah! Just what the hay was the Princess thinking?!”

“M-maybe it’s not how it sounds like! What does it say after the nether parts?”

“It just…” Twilight's fingers twitched as they approached the book again and the girl winced once she found the page back. “Just...sort of stops. It says just the incantation but not its effect.”

“What are the rest of the spells in it, then?”

“Just normal things like calming spells, healing tunes, simple levitations, even one that makes the flowers grow. This one is the odd one out. Makes me wonder…” Twilight hung her head over her chest and sighed heavily.

“What ‘bout?” Applejack sat near her friend and placed a loving arm around her friend's shoulders.

“Maybe the Princess...just played me a prank!”

“No!” Applejack stepped back from her friend as if she had just suggested an act of high treason towards the crown. “Ya can’t really say that!”

“Perhaps that’s what it is. Just a prank!”

“Why would the Princess just play a prank on ya? Doesn’t she have something better to do? Like...ruling a nation?”

Applejack’s point flew right past Twilight’s purple striped head, who launched into yet another rant. “Oh sure, let’s prank Twilight!” she said with an air of mockery and royal dignity blended together. “She’ll believe anything the Princess says with a straight face. Maybe that’s what she thought! But she couldn’t do that, right? Unless...

Applejack closed her eyes and slammed both her hands on the chair, scaring Twilight out of her rant. She got up immediately, towering again over the small librarian. With a quick movement of her finely toned arms, she pulled down the lower part of her bathing suit, the sea breeze suddenly kissing her exposed skin.

“Woah!” Twilight formed a barrier in front of her with her hands, shielding herself from the exposed Apple sex. “What are you doing?!”

“Ah don’ want to see ya lose the trust you got in your mentor nor to think so badly of her. Ah won’t allow it.” Even while half naked, Applejack could still inspire an aura of motherly wisdom and authority like no other. “We all need some certainties in life and ah want you to keep yours!”

“A-Applejack...I’m glad you are thinking of me, but what if I hurt you or something?” Twilight removed her hands but still kept her eyelids shut, hoping to at least face Applejack in the right direction, having crawled frantically on the chair like a drunk ladybug. “What if something happens to you and I manage to hurt someone I care about just for a supposed prank?”

Applejack placed her hands on Twilight’s shoulders. “Because as you trust the Princess so much, I trust you. So open your eyes, do yer thing and stop worrying.”

With that, a warm smile formed on her lips and her friend’s soothing words overcame her fears. She opened her eyes with no shame and immediately settled upon Applejack’s crotch.

It was a luscious pink slit, winking among her smooth skin and nicely framed by the strong muscles rippling through her skin. There was no trace of pubic hair on it, not even a loose tuff to ruin that image straight out from a nude painting more than anything.

“Have you...shaved?”

“Guilty as charged.” Applejack chuckled.

That pink slit looked so smooth, so inviting to Twilight’s purple eyes. She tried to reach or it, but her hand came back down, unsure of what her hormone addled brain was suggesting. She flared her nostrils and took a quick whiff of her puffy lips, her head slightly spinning due to that pungent yet pleasant smell. It almost smelled like...not apples, of course. That would’ve been ridiculous.

“Hum...Twi? It’s a little weird so ya could jus’...do the thing?”

Twilight snapped out her bi-curious stupor. “Oh, yeah! Sorry.” She took a quick glance towards the picture in the book and moved her fingers like the spell prescribed, sticking out her index and pinky and poured her will into the form of a sphere. A luminescent ball of purple popped in the space between her fingers. She wondered why her magic always took that color, no matter how many times she tried to use another one. Not that she was displeased with purple. If anything, she would’ve painted her whole body purple!

“So...I have to touch you with this. May I go ahead?”

Applejack nodded, a drop of cold sweat on her brow.

The feeling of raw magic was strangely warm at the touch and it rolled her outer lips smoothly, drawing a shudder or two from AJ’s statuary physique. She bit her lip and soldiered on, noting that it was starting to get quite nice after all, sending icicles of pleasure all the way inside her. Applejack found herself moaning a little as her pussy was lubricating herself and gave tiny, squelching noises among the bbzzzt of Twilight’s orb working on her sex.

Her eyes widened as her flesh worked herself smoothly around the the more solid orb of light, her lips sliding with ease around it and exposing the inner pink treasure. Her hips began rocking back and forth against her will. Her heartbeat raced faster as that queer ecstasy made its way to her chest before she found one of voluptuous breast, greedily stroking it with a hungry hand. Her fingers slipped below the swimsuit and exposed one breast to the world, her perky nipple sticking out from that smooth flesh like a cherry.

“Uuum...Applejack?” Twilight’s hands stopped and locked her confused gaze with the farmgirl’s own, drunk with desire and sexual liberation.

“Don’t stop…” she hissed as she rolled one nipple between middle and ring finger finger, stroking that deliciously sensitive skin.

The pleasure came and went like waves hitting the shores, appropriately enough, as her hips continued rocking back and forth against the ball of light that strangely enough, didn’t feel like a ball anymore, being squashed with exceeding force by Applejack’s strong pelvis. It started to get longer and narrower and it gave out a more intense fizzling sensation, a sensation that short circuited her senses when it landed against her clitoris.

Her fleshy button twitched when the rejuvenating light enveloped around it, the warm sack of light kissing and arousing her sex. Soon, incoherent babbles and nonsense began spewing from her watery mouth.. Her free hand slipped among Twilight’s hair and gently stroked it; the mad thought of just shoving her lips against her, her soft tongue working her own magic, crossed her brain...

Her eyes rolled at the back at the head when she gave out an animalistic howl of pleasure and the fire in her stomach and chest exploded in a delirious swirling motion. A high pitched sound filled her ears and allowed to focus just in the raw pleasure dwelling in her body. A small sliver of drool ran down the side of her mouth when her lower muscles clamped and shuddered, sending a small trickle of warm juice onto Twilight Sparkle’s face as her butt softly fell on the warm sand. Twilight slumped back down on the chair, the magic sphere popping on her face.

“Youch!” Twilight yelped when her back hit the wooden board, her eyes obnoxiously inhabited by flicker of purple light. She blinked several times to get rid of them and focused on Applejack’s silhouette on the sand. “Are...are you okay, Applejack?”

“Y-Yeah…” She chuckled with mirth. “More than okay! Ya jus’ touched me a little with that and Zap!”

“What, the superhero?”

“Ya know what I meant. You know…” Applejack’s stammered, a nice shade of crimson appearing between her freckles. “Perhaps the Princess really meant that for ya. Perhaps...with a special friend...maybe. Some other time…” She couldn’t believe the words that were flowing out of her mouth, but there they were. “Perhaps...maybe you’d like to use some more of that stuff. With me, I mean.” The blushing felt like seething fire, a truth in her heart she had never noticed before. “Not that ah’m forcing ya or something. Ah mean ah liked that-I like ya! Not like ah don’t…”

Applejack stopped talking when she finally looked at Twilight’s face, a look of abject horror, disbelief and confusion etched on it. It looked as if all those emotions had blended together into a foul tasting smoothie.

“Ah knew it…” She pouted and gave a long, desperate sigh. “Jus’...forget what ah was saying. Just rambling and all. It’s not you were wanting more out of th—”

“Look between your legs, you silly girl!” Twilight shouted and pointed at Applejack’s crotch like one would point to an explosion.

Applejack looked and gulped loudly, a shiver of panic running up her spine. Right there, sprouting from her nethers and resting heavy on her belly, laid a penis.

It wasn’t particularly big and long, but it was perfectly proportioned and solidly built, with a smooth shaft, a soft head and a pulsating vein adorning it. It was twitching in the first seconds of its existence as it stood right where her clitoris was supposed to be.

“What.” Her hand trembled when she tried to touch the growing tube of flesh. “What?!”

“Oh my Stars and Moon!” Twilight yelled. “It was a prank! The cruelest, sexiest, most impractical prank of ever!”

Applejack’s lips stood trembling but no words came out of them. She finally managed to touch her new organ, which felt smooth at her touch. She circled her fingers around it to feel its growth, hardening to full length while a small drop of cum dropped out of her shaft. As she squeezed it, she felt an amazing sensation coming off of it. Her brain had not fully registered this new appendage, so each new sensation was heightened significantly.

“What do I do? What do we do?!” The librarian shot up from the chair and started pacing nervously back and forth. “I need more books, more spells, more powers and the full backup of all of Canterlot’s sorcerers! Princess Luna! Unless she isn’t on it, she will help me! She is a powerful sorcerer, too, of course. Applejack! Will you ever forgive me?” She turned towards her friend only to not find her splayed on the sand, but instead to find herself pulled into a lustful embrace, the farmgirl's large breasts pressed against her smaller chest.. “Applejack?”

“Maybe ah know what we have to do…” she purred, her organ pressing lovingly against Twilight's belly. Her lips moved down the Princess’ pupil neck and gave playful nibbles and passionate kisses, eliciting small moans and squeals of anticipation.

“Apple...jack…” Twilight watched with utmost amazement as her friend sat on the chair and presented her flaming, cock fully erect. Its head was glistening in the Sun for a loving coat of precum around it. Without thinking, Twilight went to her knees and stuck out her tongue towards it, trembling in fear at first, but soon steeling herself. It was slightly salty at the touch, so she swiftly kissed it and pursued it with her lips, rolling her tongue around the head. Its damp aura spread to her mouth and colored her cheeks with tint of virginal shame and arousal, but her tongue did not waver.

She kept rolling it back and forth in her mouth while Applejack got lost in that new sensation, riding the wave of its novelty like a rush of adrenaline. Twilight withdrew and took it from a different angle, sucking it with caution and care. With a loud smack she pulled it in and out of her mouth, smacking her lips obscenely while one of her fingers found Applejack’s female entrance. It was already wet, her juices dampening the farmgirl's luscious thighs.

Twilight was painfully unaware of the proper technique and her nails were painfully digging into the sensitive flesh but Applejack was willing to forgive a lot of things, especially when Twilight's head started bobbing up and down her cock, filling her mouth completely, sliding on her tongue and making a wet, popping noise that Applejack found incredibly erotic. She was slurping on her member like one would feast on a delicious candy bar.

In time, the pupil managed to work the throbbing shaft at the base of her throat, widening her maw in the process. She began to deepthroat it, the warmth of her mouth smothering Applejack's organ in an unexpected bliss. Her purple head rocked back and forth as she shoved more and more of the cock inside her, moving her tongue in harmonic motions. Twilight’s fingers were burrowing inside Applejack to give her friend a most pleasant of experience. The farmgirl showed her appreciation with a slow caress on Twilight's scalp.

It was weird, yes, absolutely insane, but this is where she wanted to be.

Twilight’s tongue was swishing on the underside of her penis as Applejack’s second head was lodged completely in her throat, the obscene smacking noise muffled by her eager mouth. Soon, both of Applejack’s hands were resting on her head, easing her in to continue in her obscene goals while her powerful legs lodged around Twilight’s small head. A small yelp of fear escaped the girl when she felt those powerful thigh so close to her head but was reassured by her excited moans.

She kept sucking harder and faster, swirling the penis in her mouth with wild abandon, working unspeakable heights of pleasure in the farmgirl’s loins. Applejack’s thrust grew quicker and worked themselves into a wilder rhythm as her cock head twitched and flared until it burst.

Simply burst.

Shot after shot of cum went flying down Twilight’s throat and spams of orgasmic might coursed through her body, causing her to quake to the last muscle tissue. She shot again and again, filling her friend’s mouth with waves of thick, musky seed that filled her mouth and throat, turning the surprised moans in throaty gasps and the sound of choking. As she felt herself becoming spent, Applejack slid the still turgid appendage out of her friend with a wet, popping sound and shot the rest on her chest with loud squelching noises as Twilight was coughing up the last intrusive spurts.

Applejack saw her pride going slowly flaccid as a small trickle of cum was still abandoning her and the afterglow coated her senses, that brief and yet perfect moment of bliss still poking through the sense of guilt. She did not enough time to even blink before the organ blinked out of existence,, leaving an electric sensation on her crotch and small trickles of cum dampening her tighs.

“Twilight!” she rushed to hug her friend. “Are you alright?”

She coughed one last time and loudly swallowed the rest of Applejack’s potent seed, its bitter taste sending her head spinning and its warmth still dwelling in her throat and belly like a cozy furnace. It felt uneasily weird but, still...it was from her friend. “I'm alright.” She managed to put up a smile and her friend smiled back at her before reprising the hug, her muscular showing a kindness so unlike their appearance.

“Ya wanna laugh?” AJ asked.

“Always.”

“I do feel more relaxed, now.” They both shared a quiet chuckle that wanted to turn into a roaring laughter like before but even if their will was strong, their flesh was simply spent. When they finished, Twilight ventured forth and brushed her lips against Applejack's.

“W-what was that for?”

“I do kinda like you.We can do this as much as you like.”

“Twi…” She leaned over, losing herself in the peaceful, brilliant eyes of her friend and puckered her lips, eager to meet hers as well, eager to hold her and prolong their time together as long as she could...until she heard a girlish giggle in the distance and the sound of steps on the sand.

“...and so I said ‘Oatmeal, are you crazy?’” Pinkie Pie giggled as she hugged Rainbow Dash from behind.

“Uh. That’s why. Makes sense to me.” Rainbow Dash let one arm slide from the party girl’s lock and gave her a playful pinch on her cheek, “You know, I lost nights of sleep over that oatmeal.”

Twilight's gasped and immediately covered her mouth to not be heard. With a swift motion of her hands, Applejack's bikini reappeared, covering her naked body. “We’ll talk later.” She winked and ran off to meet her friends.

“Hey, Twilight!” Pinkie Pie waved at her as the librarian came to meet them.

“Sup?” Rainbow shrugged.

“Girls! Where were you, by the way? I was a little worried.”

“We were just swimming, goofing off, having fun. Nothing too big.” Twilight turned to Applejack, who was back sunbathing with her hat pulled over the eyes. She was smirking smugly.

“We had a lot more than that, actually!” Pinkie Pie waved her eyebrows. “But I think we’ll have to wait for the others to tell them, because it’s so awesome, right Dashie?!” She threw herself into Rainbow’s embrace and squeezed hard, drawing an eyeroll and a weak smile out of the athlete.

“Well, guess there’s no hurry.” Rainbow playfully bopped her nose.

“Wait a minute…” Pinkie unlocked herself from Rainbow Dash and moved closer to Twilight’s face. She felt something warm and sticky sliding on her cheek and wanted the earth to swallow her.

Sadly, no giant chasm opened below her feet and Pinkie took a sample of the sticky liquid with a finger and put in her mouth.

“This tastes familiar!”

Author's Note

Well, after so long here's the third and final chapter. Hope you all liked my first and hoping not last foray into humanized clop. The epilogue is coming soon...ish.

Epilogue

Celestia’s sun was setting down and Rainbow Dash wanted to milk the last of its remaining light, adjusting her reflecting screen to catch every ray of light. The sea breeze was getting replaced moment after moment by the cold air of the night and her puckered nipples realized this simple fact one moment before the rest of the young woman did. She rolled her eyes and covered her breasts as she searched for the lower part of her bathing suit.

“H-Hey, Dashie…” She recognized that voice, of course, but it lacked the great deal of energy it always had.

“Ohi, Pinks! I’ll be there with you in just a sec.” She found the missing piece of fabric lying near her thigh and quickly put it on. She turned to see that Pinkie Pie was already sitting close to her, placing her delightfully poofy hair on Dash’s shoulder. Her lips were curled in a timid smile but there was something off in her eyes, as if some kind of unease were dwelling in her thoughts.

“Is everything alright, Pinkie? You look tired or bored or a deadly combination of both.”

Pinkie chuckled weakly and reached for Dash’s hand, her fingers grasping around hers. “It’s not that bad, don’t worry. “The athlete’s heart raced when she held her friend’s hand in a firm hold, her other arm slipping around her shoulders. No. Not friend...Much more than that...

“I’m just a little tired, that’s it. You know, it was such a long day and all...Even I get tired, once in a while. You’re not disappointed, right?”

“Yup, my whole world fell apart.”

“The thing is I’m terribly scared, actually!” Her hand squeezed hard Rainbow’s own.

“Scared? O-of what? Was it something I did…?” Rainbow said, looking down on the sand.

“Because I wanted to talk about us…”

Us.

Such a magical yet dangerous word...

“Well, ‘us’ is my favourite subject.” Pinkie sighed again, nervously twiddling her thumbs. “Are you feeling well, Pinks? Just a moment ago you were all, well you. Was that thing on Twi’s face spoiled mayonnaise or something?” Dash’s hand slid to Pinkie’s tummy to check it.

“No, no, it’s not that.” She giggled weakly when her rainbow hair tickled her. “Though I’ll tell you about what it was when you’re older. I wanted to ask if you were, one of these days, inclined to meet with me, at a place of your choosing or of my choosing depending on the occasion and partake in activities enjoyed by the both of us and—”

“Are you asking me on a date?!”

“Oh, thank you!” Pinkie Pie sighed, letting out all that tension and finally slumped down next to Dash, placing her head on her friend’s thighs. “I just couldn’t find the right words or I couldn’t say it the right way. But you know what worried me more? The thought that you can say no, which is totally in your power and I wouldn’t blame you because—”

“Because I’m saying yes!” Dash leaned down and kissed Pinkie’s forehead. The pink haired girl blinked and froze, her lips going limp and moving without words.

“Y-you mean it?!” A small tear of joy escaped Pinkie’s eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “You really, really, really, really mean it?!”

“Well, unless you forgot the part where I said that I liked you a lot and how much fun we have together...” Dash chuckled and wiped those totally out of place tears out of her face. Tears had no place for that beautiful face of hers. “I’ll totally go on a date with you. And in a place of your choosing.”

“W-Well...I have a couple of tickets for an event that you would really look forward for it and I think you’ll be glad to—”

“Speak Equestrian.”

“Daring Do the Musical.”

Rainbow Dash pulled up her friend and squeezed her hard in an embrace that rivaled Pinkie’s, holding her close as she buried her face in her squishy shoulder. Among the saltiness that still clung to her skin, she still had a fantastic smell..

“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!” She planted kisses on Pinkie's face as the two lost themselves in joyous laughter.. The kind of laughter one does when they are happy and really without a care in the world. The laughter Rainbow had always wanted to share with someone. “Just...where did you find them?!”

“Well...remember that friend that told me about the beach in the first place? Turns out he had a pair of tickets in excess and I have a very special person with which I’d like to go.” She returned Dash’s kind embrace, running her fingers between her long, multicolored hair. “So...will you come with me?”

“Whenever you want. All the dates you’d like!” She bopped Pinkie’s nose with her own.”We can also cuddle whenever you want!”

“Cuddle?! I always thought you were too cool for cuddling!”

“Yup. I’m a great cuddler. Best cuddler of Equestria!” She smirked proudly. “And only cool girls know how to cuddle the best.”

“As long you’re not the fastest because I’d like to take it slow.” Pinkie placed her head on Rainbow’s chest, basking on the melodic tune of her heartbeat that was increasing in such an adorable way, just like every time they touched.

“I thought you would be too angry to say yes to me.” Her eyes wandered around while Dash was playing with a lock of her curly hair.

“Why’s that?”

“Because when I showed you that I could swim already, I thought I was, I don’t know, wasting your time. I just wanted to pass some time with you and I wanted an excuse, I’ll admit that.”

“Well, that was surprising.” Dash chuckled. “But staying with you, having fun with you was more than worth my time! The only bad thing about it was when your brain went pop. What happened there?” Dash spoke with a hurt voice, but held a patient gaze.

“Well, you really scared me with that scream and then I just forgot how water worked. But there was you! You are always there!” She tightened her embrace around Dash’s small waist. “Always there to save me or anyone else.”

“Just...be careful…” Dash held her hand tightly, not wanting to ever let it go. “Your life is worth far, far more than you think.”

“Of course it does. What should I spend with you, then?”

“P-Pinkie…” Her words were cut off by a soft pair of lips gently placing themselves on her own. Everything was good.

***

“Oh...Spikey…” Rarity muttered as her fair skin was getting showered by hungry, quick kisses at the base of her neck. His hands were firmly squeezed around her waist while he was penetrating her from behind, his legs locking around hers in the pleasure of the moment.

“I’m so close…” he groaned as he was lost in the pleasure of her folds. Rarity squeezed at the base of his member and bit her lip, keeping her scream of pleasure inside. He did the same, muffling his mewl on her back, filling his nostrils with the heavenly scent of her sweat as the orgasm hit the back of his mind. He released his essence in the girl of his dreams for the fifth time that day and sealed the deal with a small kiss on her neck. “I love you...I freakin’ love you…” he panted out.

“Likewise, Spikey Wikey…” She lightly caressed his cheek.

“You are not worried someone is going to pop up behind us like the last time?”

“Like last time you had something to complain!” she let out a devious giggle. “Isn’t that right, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy opened her mouth and released Spike’s balls, spitting up a few drops of drool on the blanket; the same one that saw their earlier escapade. Rarity insisted on having a clean one but sometimes a lady has to make do with what they have. At least the company was more than enough to let her overlook that. “Y-yup.” She forced a little smile on her lips, small drops of cum playing at the dimples.

“You were amazing, too, Fluttershy…” Spike mumbled, trying not to cross her gaze. Not because he had something against the shy girl, the opposite, actually, it’s just that…where did she fit? His feelings for Rarity were unquestionable but what about her? Gentle, polite and incredibly adorable Fluttershy? “I mean it…”

“Well, thank you, Spike. You know, with you two I felt that...how can I call it?”

Rarity hid her crotch with her fingers and allowed Spike to slide his aching dick out of her. “What do you mean, darling?”

“Like when you feel you belong somewhere. When you matter. When you feel you are right you should be and you don’t have to worry anymore.”

“Well, you don’t have to need someone else for that!” Spike said. “You are amazing just as you are. You certainly don’t need us to understand that.”

“But it was thanks to you that I reached this conclusion. Don’t you trust my judgement?” She pulled that look of sweetness and eagerness that really could make anyone and everything a big jerk, Spike included.

“Well, of course I do. You know, it was with you two that I felt the same. I felt important.”

“You are important to us. More than you could imagine.” Rarity pulled him into a gentle hug, her perky nipples brushing against his back. “I waited for so long, just to have days like this…”

“Me too, Rarity.” His hands glided on her smooth skin, her fingers intertwining with his.

“Me three.” Fluttershy giggled and pulled Spike into a kiss. Her breath tasted like roses and her lips were just as soft. Rarity rolled her eyes and grinned, kissing Spike the moment of the rose haired girl had her way, giving an annoyed sigh not unlike one would give after waiting in line for so long. Spike grinned inside as he exchanged lustful touches and passionate kisses with the women of his life. It looked like the pieces were fitting themselves.

***

“So...you really meant that, right?”

“Eeyup.” Applejack nodded, her powerful arms relaxing on Twilight’s shoulders. Her breath tingled lightly on the librarian’s neck. The relaxing sound of the sea hitting the shores at a perfect rhythm filled the silence together with Applejack’s heartbeat. Her head rested on Applejack’s bosom, going up and down with her breath.

“I’m not saying no, of course, but…—” Twilight stopped and started caressing her chin with the thumb, lost in thought.

“But what, Twi?”

“But, nothing!” She giggled. “Look what happened: I tried to over complicate things for the umpeenth time and it didn’t work!”

“Are ya goin’ to over complicate that, too? Ah mean, the fact that you aren’t overcomplicating it?”

“Nope.”

“Then ah guess that spell helped both of us.” Applejack chuckled, sneaking a couple of kisses on Twilight’s hair. She felt so safe in her embrace, so loved and cared for that she couldn’t believe it. Surprisingly, her mind didn’t immediately launch into a cascade of romantic fantasies, trying to predict where to take what they had in in every possible direction. She wanted to live by the moment and right then and there, they had each other. They were happy, but there was one little thing that needed clarification.

“We still have to talk with the Princess.”

“”Ah still think there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for that.”

“Which iiiis…?”

“Listen, don’t be a wise ass. That’s mah job here.”

“You’ve really embraced it, right?”

“Yup. Ah’m going to be the wisest ass ya’ll ever saw.”

“And one nice ass at that.” Twilight slipped her hand beneath and gave a firm slap at her firmly built buttcheek. It hurt her hand a little.

“Thanks, Twi.” Applejack blinked as she felt Twilight’s hand still indulging on her thigh. “Do ya want to cuddle a lil’ bit more before calling the others?”

“Eeyup.”

***

She waited under the sheets, her perky nipples poking through the fabric, anticipating the wonderful night she and her sister were going to pass. The Goddess of the Moon stroked her dripping sex lightly and rolled one pink nipple between her fingers, moaning lustfully as she pictured her own touch as that of Celestia's.

“Aaaahahaaaa!” A scream that was the furthest thing from erotic echoed the hallways of Canterlot’s castle.

“Sister, are you alright?!” Luna asked.

Celestia came running in the room naked like the day she was born, her enormous breasts jiggling left and right as a glistening veil of sweat was covering them. Her multicolored hair looked disheveled, too, as distress hit her pretty face. “It’s gone!”

“What is gone?”

“The page for the enhancing spell!”

“What dost thou mean with gone?!”

“Just gone! Look!” She levitated the book to her sister and opened it to about halfway. It was indeed missing a page. No, not missed: ripped!

“What could’ve happened?”

“How could it have happened?”

Discord’s laughter spiraled the way out the window and the draconequus appeared on the highest spire of the Castle’s tower. “Reformed doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun!”

Author's Note

Sorry for the long, long, looong delay but my editor had some problems and I, having unending faith in him, had to wait he worked at his own pace. Hope you enjoyed the story and who knows? We might have some delicious Princest in the future...