Luna's moon hung low in the Equestrian sky. It was the weekend, and ponies everywhere were out letting off some steam. The music was playing in the squares, and the alcohol was flowing in the bars.

In one particular house in Ponyville, four mares were sitting around a table, gigging and tittering like small schoolfoals. Blossomforth had called together her closest friends for a good, old fashioned girl's night in.

Aside from Blossomforth herself, arrayed around the coffee table were Cloud Kicker, Cloud Chaser, and her twin sister, Flitter. It had been a demanding week of weather patrol, and they were all ready to get hammered.

On that note, the wine and the cider had flowed like water, and it hadn't taken long before they were all starting to feel the buzz. First order of business for the night in had been the movie. Flitter had brought her favourite movie with her; The Prince and The Pony was a romantic classic.

A prince falls instantly in love with a plain earth pony mare, and the two begin an affair. An evil unicorn enchantress casts a curse on them both, locks the mare in a tower and steals the prince for herself. The mare escapes from the tower thanks to her skill and bravery, and she confronts the enchantress before defeating her with the power of true love. Finally, before all the court of upper class ponies, the prince kisses her, and she ascends into a beautiful alicorn before they are married and live happily ever after.

Flitter always cried whenever she watched that film. She had even brought around a box of tissues for everypony to share, and they were quickly used up by all.

Next came the disappointing foray into demon summoning. It wasn't so much that the ritual hadn't worked; it had worked perfectly. It was more that when the portal opened, out popped a tiny scamp. When he saw that he had been summoned by a group of tipsy mares ogling him like he was a tiny puppy, and heard the word 'makeover,' he jumped up, grabbed a half empty bottle of cider, chugged it and threw himself back into the portal, slamming it shut from the other side.

The summoning board was thrown to a corner, and fresh drinks were brought out for all.

Now well and truly past the point of being tipsy, and heading rapidly towards being sloshed, Cloud Chaser suggested that they play truth or dare. They had all agreed instantly. Being such close friends, they all loved nothing more than to humiliate each other with incredibly personal and invasive questions or degrading dares; it was all in good fun. That they were easily two sheets to the wind didn't hurt any.

The questions and the dares started off fairly tame, with each participant just warming up and getting a feel for the mood of the game. After a couple of rounds, and several more shots of alcohol, the questions began to take on a more sexual tone.

When it came around to Blossomforth's turn again, she looked over at Cloud Kicker. "So, CK, truth or dare?"

Cloud Kicker responded instantly, "truth."

Blossomforth took another swing of her cider. "Have you ever tasted your own cum?"

Cloud Chaser and Flitter both started choking on their drinks, but Cloud Kicker didn't even flinch. Her eyes said it all as she nodded. "Peaches," she said, blowing a tiny air kiss to Blossomforth.

All tittered at the question for a moment before the turn moved over to Cloud Kicker. She directed her turn to Cloud Chaser. "T or D?"

Cloud Chaser took a dare turn. Cloud Kicker grinned at her, something naughty clearly on its way. "I dare you to French kiss Flitter."

Cloud Chaser seemed a little uneasy. "But she's my sist-"

She was cut off as Flitter practically lunged at her, knocking them both down to the ground and sending their drinks spilling. They rolled around on the ground for a while, Flitter passionately sucking face with her sister. After a few seconds, Cloud Chaser relaxed and got into it, surrendering to alcohol's lack of inhibitions, and they finished up embracing like long lost lovers, tongues deep in each others mouth.

When they separated, a thin saliva trail followed them as they panted for air.

"Wow, that was HOT!" Cloud Kicker said, having been watching them intently.

"That felt weird," Cloud Chaser said.

Having completed the dare, Cloud Chaser focused on Blossomforth again. "Alright then, Blossomforth. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," Blossomforth replied. After what she had just seen, the next dare would almost certainly be designed to one-up it.

The look on Cloud Chasers face suggested that she might have chosen poorly. "What's the kinkiest way you've ever masturbated?"

Both Flitter and Cloud Kicker looked at her, eager to hear her answer. It didn't escape Blossomforth's notice that Flitter's wings were resting just a little bit out away from her body and twitching slightly; she was clearly getting just a little too excited by all this.

Blossomforth finished up her drink and battered her eyes at Cloud Chaser. "Kinkiest way I've ever masturbated, huh. Let's see. That would have to be the time I ate myself out."

All three mares took a spit take, and looked at her, incredulous. Flitter's wings were steadily hardening up, and Cloud Kicker's were starting to follow suit.

"You ate yourself out?" Cloud Chaser repeated. "As in, licked your own pussy?"

Blossomforth nodded, "yep. Tasty too." She licked her lips in remembrance of the time she had first done it. "Nothing quite like your own,"

"Damn skippy," Cloud Kicker said, agreeing with the sentiment.

"But...how?" Flitter asked, now at full wingboner, and not bothering to conceal the fact.

"It was easy, really," Blossomforth said, "It all went down like this..."

"Almost, almost," Blossomforth grunted, pulling her legs up a little higher behind her ears. She was coming towards the end of her daily stretching routine, and her limbs were beginning to burn a little. She was wound up in a tight ball, forelegs hooked into the bend of her knees, which themselves were wound together behind her head. It was a great position to stretching out the spine and improving the general flexibility of the body.

The only problem was that it was a little difficult to breathe properly, so she could only hold the pose for a couple of seconds. She held it for as long as she could, but when her lungs started to scream for air, she let go and her body instantly unfolded back out into its normal shape, a few pops and cracks following as joints all snapped back into place.

One of her hind legs struck the coffee table she had been resting next to, and a magazine fluttered down from somewhere in the pile, landing open on the ground. Blossomforth picked it up and saw that had to be one of Thunderlane's. Pictures of scantily clad mares in provocative poses graced the covers, and Blossomforth would have been willing to bet that once she started to flick through it, even the few shreds of clothing the mares had on would vanish.

"Ugg, why does he leave this trash here?" she said, idly flicking through the back issue of Marexim. She had been right, and within a couple of pages, she was looking at an, admittedly attractive, young zebra mare posing on a bed, a sultry expression on her face. A ripped and faded loincloth that was almost certainly brand new was the only thing she was wearing as she smiled up at the camera. On the next page, the cloth was gone and the mare was reclining on the bed, legs spread and posing. Her entire posture was one of invitation, as she exposed herself for the pleasure of nameless horny stallions.

Blossomforth snorted in disgust, but still flipped to a couple pages further on. Now things had started to get serious, as the mare had contorted herself until she was in almost the same position Blossomforth had been in a moment earlier. Her puffy pink pussy was spread wide open by her hooves, and her looking directly at the camera, a cheerful grin on her face.

It was the next picture that caught her attention though. Much the same, this one was only different as the mare had shifted her attention so that her mouth was now firmly clamped over her own clit, her eyes shut in assumed pleasure.

A sudden flush caught Blossomforth's mind, and she became aware that she was feeling rather hot. Her nethers were throbbing with sudden need. The temptation to relieve herself, now noticed, was consuming, and Blossomforth took a quick look around to assure herself that she was alone in her house, even though she fully well knew so.

Settling down on the floor, she spread her legs apart to find that she was already quite wet, and her hoof glided around easily, eliciting light squirms and moans of pleasure. It felt good, but still something was missing.

Blossomforth looked over at the magazine again. The mare was still there, tongue buried in her own snatch.

"I wonder if I could do that," she said softly to herself. She had never really been attracted to other mares; a passing crush or two in high school, but it wasn't gay if it was with yourself, right?

Blossomforth rolled onto her back and arched her spine, bringing her legs up to her head and slipping through the small gap between them. Once again, she was in the ball position, but this time she noticed just how close to her own cunt her mouth was. She could feel the heat coming off it, smell the scent of her own arousal.

How could she have not noticed before?

Tentatively, she took a deep breath and pulled herself closer, until her mouth was barely resting above her clit. She could feel her exhales leaving a tingling feeling in her nether. Sensing that if she hesitated for too long, she might lose her nerve, she flicked out her tongue and gave herself a quick swipe.

Her eyes sprang open as she made contact. Shivers ran through her body; it was so much more...intimate that any of her previous lovers. She dove back in, eagerly exploring her own depths. Her tongue moved of its own accord, moving to tease her before she even knew she wanted it.

The taste of her juice was intoxicating. She had tasted it before; on the lips of her lovers after they pleasured her, or coating their dicks after they themselves had cum, but this was different. This was uncut, straight from the source. She drank deeply, without restraint; more was never enough.

Alas though, her lungs began to burn again. She couldn't hold the pose for much longer. Redoubling her efforts, she sank her tongue in as deeply as it would go, shuddering at the feeling of it slithering away inside her. With her teeth, she gently scraped the nub of her clitoris, giving the bulb one hard suck.

Lightning flashed behind her eyes, and Blossomforth came. Cum splattered over her muzzle, squirting around her tongue as she was forcibly ejected from her own snatch. Her body spasmed and she slipped out of the position, wracked with pleasure and joy. Gasping for air, she uncurled herself, panting and shaking on the floor. Her body was trembling, drained from the experience. She couldn't muster up the energy to get back to her hooves, nor could she quite remember the sequence of muscles to do so.

Looking over, she saw that the magazine had flipped almost to the end of the zebra's set. Still curled up in the ball, her muzzle was covered in her own juice. But unlike Blossomforth, she had produced a slender dildo and appeared to be working it into her ass while she continued to explore her vaginal opening.

Exhausted, Blossomforth smiled. She might just have to try that next time.

Author's Note

Fimbulvinter:
A quick idea I had, that I'm sure have been done before somewhere along the line, inspired by an image of Blossomforth, drawn by Bloss. I cannot link or host directly due to rules regarding linking to explicit imagery, but you can search for 'artist:bloss' on Derpibooru if you really want to. NSFW ahead though, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I regret nothing!