Sleepover at Apple Bloom's

The holiday lights were proving to be a stroke of genius, providing a gentle wash of illumination over the whole room; they afforded an amazing view of the action unfolding on the bed. Sweetie Belle, reclining, had placed a folded-up pillow under her hips, which raised her rump into the air, giving Scootaloo unrestricted access to her tiny marehood. It was already glistening.

“Wow, Sweetie,” admired the little pegasus, “You’re already sopping wet!”

“I told you that Big Mac got me all revved up,” explained Sweetie Belle.

“Well, I’m glad he left some work for me,” chuckled Scootaloo, as she began placing soft kisses on Sweetie’s inner thigh. Sweetie Belle let out a soft moan, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back on the pillow as Scootaloo’s darting tongue found its mark.

It was Scootaloo who had first tried—several months ago—using her tongue and muzzle to give pleasure to her friends, and needless to say, it had been a big hit. All three had quickly become similarly skilled and thoroughly enjoyed being licked and nuzzled. Apple Bloom was envious of the little unicorn being pleasured, for what Scootaloo omitted in foreplay, she more than made up for with her tireless tongue and ever-changing licking patterns.

Apple Bloom moved closer to get a better view of Sweetie Belle’s marehood. She had never seen it wetter or splayed wider. Scootaloo was caressing Sweetie’s flanks while flicking her clitoris with her tongue. Then she would plunge her tongue deep inside the pink folds and vibrate the whole area with her muzzle. Sweetie Belle moaned sweetly over and over—it was almost like a melody. Apple Bloom allowed herself a couple of rubs down her own stomach, further down, and further, and oh that felt so amazing. She was pretty wet herself.

Scootaloo came up for air and licked her lips. “Mmmm, you taste so good, Sweetie Belle!” the little giver said enthusiastically, “and you smell, well, AWESOME!” Apple Bloom noticed that the prone pegasus’ wings were flared with excitement. She gave them a couple of flaps, stretched her torso, and settled back between Sweetie Belle’s haunches.

Slurps and smacking noises followed, but Apple Bloom couldn’t see very much, so she turned her attention to the getter, who was breathing heavily now and biting her lip. The little unicorn was getting close to cumming. In confirmation of this fact, her small horn had begun to glow faintly. Apple Bloom was always a bit amazed by unicorn magic, but Sweetie Belle had simply the best trick ever—and it was involuntary, to hear her tell it. When she orgasmed, her horn shot off a tiny, pink spark of fireworks. So when Sweetie Belle “saw stars,” everybody involved did, too. And the moment wasn’t far off, either.

“Hah. Hah. Hah. Hmmh,” huffed Sweetie Belle, arching her back higher with each exhale, “Hmmah! Hmmah! HAHH!!”

*POP!!*

Apple Bloom watched as a small, pink spark rose a few inches into the air, and then exploded into several, fizzy fragments which formed the shape of a heart. It quickly dissipated into nothingness. But Scootaloo had caught the show. The spark was old news, but the heart-shape thing was a new twist.

“Cool,” mused Scootaloo as she wrinkled her wet muzzle, “Very cool.”