Three Some

Dewflower stumbled towards her bed, she was exhausted. For some reason she’d been overbooked the whole day. Why everypony was so insistent on needing several types of check ups on this exact day she didn’t know. But having a rowing fever didn’t help at all. She went to work that day since she was sure it would be relatively slow day. Did she miss some important date? It actually wouldn't surprise her. She was never really good with keeping track of those.
The pink unicorn attempted to slump down onto the sheets but missed and became a close acquaintance with the floor. The floor was a bit rougher than she had liked however.

Floor was good though... she coul- no, she had to get into bed. She’d really need a shower though... her coat was sweaty, but she’d deal with that in the morning. The mare slowly got up on all four again. She crawled into her bed and tried to slip under her blanket but felt too weak to bother. It was warm enough in the room anyhow. It was summer after all. As she tried to drift into sleep she felt the place between her haunches flare up. Goddess dammit... why did she so often get horny when she was sick? It wasn’t fair, Dew wanted nothing more then to drift into a peaceful slumber right about now.

She brought a hoof between her thighs and gave a clumsy stroke eliciting a weak sensation of arousal. Her nether yearned for more. She tried to comply but her limb went limp. It didn’t seem like she would be getting any satisfaction tonight. The mare tried to push all thoughts aside and drift into sleep. But her the warmth between her loins kept aching for a release which she could not supply. Letting out a groan of annoyance she rolled onto her side. She was going to sleep and feel better. Why was the brain so stupid? If she felt bad and her body told her to rest, why did it keep her from resting by insisting on telling her she felt bad?

The unicorn let out another disgruntled noise and rolled over onto her back again. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She tried to drift off into sweet unconsciousness, and she suddenly felt like she dozed off after several minutes of mumbling and adjusting herself. When she opened her eyes she was leaning against a tree in the public park. Ah, finally some peace and quiet.
A smile crept across her features. She let the warm sun bathe her splayed out body, when suddenly a yellow pegasus with a orange and yellow mane came swooping down from the clouds, landing in front of the chilling unicorn mare. She glanced up at the new visitor and at the sight her jaw opened slightly. She recognized her, even without her trademark costume on.

“S-Spitfire?” Dew uttered in disbelief.
She could feel blood rushing to her face and nether, her sex beginning to swell almost instantly. She bit her lower lip trying to focus on the approaching mare.
“Hey there sugar, what are you doing out here all alone?”
“I, I uh...” Dew just stammered, looking around for something to talk about
After desperately trying to find something, she noticed how Spitfire was staring down at her nethers and Dew suddenly flushed beat red in an instant. The unicorn tried to closed her legs in an attempt to cover her pride as it was fully aroused and slowly had started dripping lubricant.

The pink coated mare glanced out from between her foreleg's to take a peek at one of her idols. What would she think of her? Lying out in public all aroused like some... some... she didn't have time to contemplate any further as she felt a hoof press against her flower. She shuddered at the touch and let out a soft whimper, shutting her eyes closed panting softly.
“My, my, seems like a certain little mare would need a helping hoof? Or maybe you’d prefer a tongue?... or another pair of lips?”
The unicorn shuddered and opened her eyes, staring in disbelief at the yellow mare in front of her, her gaze locked on those lush lips of the pegasus. She bit her lip as she started intently.

“Oh my, it seems like you’ve already made up your mind of what you desire. I’ll make sure to make this day as memorable as possible then, are you ready to get started?”
Spitfire opened her mouth and slid her tongue out, licking her lips delicately. Dew whimpered and bucked her hips, her crotch was now visually throbbing, and her juices coated the vulva in a thin layer, making it glisten in the warm afternoon sun. Was this really happening? She nodded shakily and spread her legs, splaying her goods open, the remnants of her blush increasing once more. Was she really going to do this? And in public nonetheless? But she wanted to feel those tender lips, that slender tongue against her plump, ripe sex. She wanted it so badly it almost hurt.

Her breathing picked up as the pegasus lowered herself down onto her knee’s. Dew whimpered softly as the yellow coated mare stroked her inner thighs with a hoof, planting soft kisses along as she went towards her price. She went past it and started kissing the other side, trailing the tongue along the unicorns coat. Dew bucked her hips upwards, eliciting whinnies of anticipation. Then she felt a kiss planted right over her sensitive nub. her eyes rolling into the back of her head, a moan escaping her lips. Then, just as quickly, she felt the pegasus’ lips shut around her button. She yelped out as Spitfire began suckling softly on her clitoris.

Dew trashed and flailed helplessly as her body failed to respond to her thoughts. The unicorn was incapacitated from the pleasure eliciting from her twitching nethers. Her tongue lulled out and she was panting hard. The pink mare knew she wouldn’t last long if this treatment kept up in the same pace. Not that she was complaining, she felt too good to bother when she came. Just as long as she could keep receiving this wondrous treatment. After what felt like forever in a blissful haze, Spitfire pulled back with a wet pop. Dew looked up from her stupor with a disappointed frown.

She noticed how the fiery pegasi moved her hooves down and spread Dew’s legs apart even further. Spitfire moved her muzzle down her wet slit and the pink unicorn soon felt her insides being felt up with a slithering tongue. She let out a sharp breath and moaned softly. The appendage traced around her walls with delicate grace before it found it’s target and began pressing against it. Dew grunted and bit her lip, arcing her head back.
This mare knew what she were doing. She was definitely not going to last long under this administration. The pink mare slowly moved one of her hooves down, placing it on-top of the orange streaked mane of the pegasus. Tenderly pressing it further down into her snatch.

Dew could feel how the yellow mare lashed out into her insides, pressing against her spot while rubbing her nose against her nub. She could feel a pressure building up inside of her as the minute passed. Flaring her nostrils she began to quiver.
“Haah... I-I am going come soon...”
The pink unicorn whimpered and placed a second hoof onto the head of the pony servicing her, brushing the mane from her forehead, looking down into her eyes. The unicorns body started tensing up, she could feel herself getting closer to the edge.

Spitfire stopped momentarily and pulled her head back, her muzzle coated in a layer of slippery lubricant. The mere sight was almost enough to push her over the edge.
“You’re going to cum sister? Then do it filly, I want to taste your juices!”
The pegasus encased the upper parts her folds between her own lips and slid the tongue inside her once again, pressing hard against the spot while she did her best to apply suction to the rest of the pink mares privates, spreading her labia apart with her hooves. Dew arched her back and began to pant rapidly as her body tense up while she prepared herself for the release that was rapidly approaching.

Her breathing picked up, her vision started to blur she was-
“W-wait, s-sister?”
Dew felt dizzy and her sight filled with white, the world falling apart around her. Her eyes shot open as she suddenly awoke with a ragged breathing and covered in sweat. She felt her sex contracting intensely, and fluids flowing out of it in fast, successive jets. After regaining her composure enough to make the room spinning she focused on the form in front of her. She heard a gulping sound, some gargling noise, following by another swallowing sound and a giggle. The pink unicorn shakily got into a sitting position and glanced down on whatever was making that noise. Once her vision steadied, she froze.

“Syna? What the hay?!”
The other unicorn in question didn’t answer and instead leaned forward and gave her sister a sloppy kiss. Smelling strongly of pheromones and sex. She cracked a grin
“Mmm, juicy!”
Dew’s eyelid just twitched as her afterglow started to kick in properly. She slumped back onto her back and took a shaky breath.
“If I wasn’t so tired, and that didn’t feel so good, I would so get you for this you know...”
“Oh, and why do you think I did it now then?”

The tan unicorn gave a wicked smirk and couped a feel between Dew’s haunches, this caused the other mare to flinch and whinny, which just cause the smile to grow.
“Haa... stop that... it’s sensitive...”
“Hush dear, you know you like it”
With a gentle stroke Syna caressed her mane and gave her a peck on the lips and huddled up next to her, chin to chin. Inhaling a deep sniff of her mane.