Fertile Ground

Inside the flower shop, Lily marched her conquest up to her bedroom, leaving the living room floor and sofa a sticky, sweet-smelling mess and they'd thrashed about, kissing passionately. Normally, she would have been appalled by such a mess, and yet… Eh. I’ll worry about scrubbing the house later. She didn’t have to give any verbal commands to her submitted friend, favoring Roseluck’s well-nipped and increasingly ruddy ears to communicate her will.

Roseluck hesitated at the door; not out of confusion but to deliberately provoke her mistress — shades of her old personality returning. She felt a delicious nip to her left ear but stood defiantly, daring her new mistress to do something about it.

Lily repeated the treatment she’d given Roseluck earlier, now she'd take it to the next level, licking the back and helix of her ear before diving in and feasting obscenely on her cochlear folds. Her hot breath and slurping sounds began driving Rose slowly insane with need. All the while Rose could do nothing but whimper, her trembling legs began to go limp as her marehood wept openly upon the floor, creating an ever-expanding puddle of fragrant mare cream. Still, she would not cross the threshold into the room. “Leaving me no choice are you?” Lily asked sternly, though there was an eager gleam in her eyes.

Roseluck nickered gently in reply.

Lily turned her attention to Roseluck’s backside, the latter’s hips swaying suggestively. “Very well, since you’ve been such a well-behaved little filly up until now, I’ll give you part of your award early.” Lily licked the stem of Rose’s rose cutie mark provoking a smack from Roseluck’s tail for the tease.

“S-sorry!” Roseluck squeaked, looking honestly mortified for a moment.

The old Lily’s personality surfaced just long enough to scowl at her nemesis. “You will be if you don’t flag your tail rightNOW, Rosie!” she all but growled, causing Rose’s eyes to go wide as she realized she was going to obey the command, holding her beautiful red and pink tail aside, exposing her marehood fully.

“That’s better,” Lily pronounced, inspecting her prize closely, her hot breath washing over her friend’s nethers, causing her to whimper, the swollen marehood winking and weeping in anticipation of her mistress' touch.

To her frustration, it didn’t immediately come. “L-Lily?”

“First… Tell me you want it, Rose,” Lily ordered.

Wh-what? some distant, still-sane part of her protested, only for her own voice to betray her. “I… I want it…”

“Say you want me, Rose,” came the next command.

B-but… I-I… “I… I… want you, Lily…” she admitted, her marehood winking increasingly frantically.

With that Lily, went for the kill. “Say you’re a fillyfooler, Rose!” she ordered. “Then you’ll get the treatment you so richly deserve!”

Rose blinked rapidly, sounding near panic for a moment, then muttered something so shaky and silent she couldn’t be heard. “I’m sorry. What was that?” Lily gave her rump a sharp nip.

Rose gasped. “I’m… I’m…”

“Say it.”

“I’m…”

“Say it!” Lily hissed, and finally, Rose surrendered.

“I’m a fillyfooler…” she said, her voice a bare whisper, the treasonous words themselves causing a fresh surge of nectar from her marehood and the yellow-furred normally stallion-slayer of a mare to almost climax on the spot.

“What was that?” Lily challenged. “I can’t hear you!”

With that, Rose began to tremble “I’m a fillyfooler!” she repeated a bit louder, her voice shaky and front legs collapsing beneath her, leaving her rear in the air. “Please, mistress…”

Lily moved close enough that Rose could feel her hot breath washing over her wet and winking opening. “If you want it, say it and mean it!”

At long last, she did not hesitate or hold back, desperate for the pleasure and release only her fellow flower pony could provide. “I’m a fillyfooler!” she shrieked and nearly climaxed on the spot.

“There's a good girl!” Lily grinned toothily, swatting Roseluck’s backside before giving her glistening entrance a long, slow lick.

“AH!” Rose kneeled down, bracing her forehooves against the floor and spread her hind legs further apart, presenting herself. She cooed as Lily’s hooves wrapped around her rump.

“And you…” Lily gave her quivering lips another lick, “are my mare!”

Roseluck’s only reply was to scream in pleasure as Lily drove her petite muzzle inside her, tickling her inner walls with the fine, pink coat and began licking her from the inside — Discord's magic widening her entrance to accomplish the seemingly impossible.

“Lily!” she cried out as the aggressive mare continued her assault, her legs trembling from the duel-shock of what she was doing and the pleasure it was bringing her. “Too fast… going to…!”

She couldn’t complete her sentence before she tensed hard and cried out again as her walls tightened around Lily’s muzzle, pumping stream after stream of hot nectar into her eager maw, withdrawing her slickened snout with a wet pop, having gulped down three mouthfuls of filly vanilla — the fourth spilling down her front after nearly choking on it.

Gasping lungfuls of air between coughing, Lily stared in amazement at the sight of Roseluck’s widened entrance, still quivering and leaking after having been split to her gaping depths. Lily could make out the details of every slickened, circular ridge of the mare’s inner walls down to the cervix. Somehow seeing a very detailed model in school couldn’t come close to capturing the delicate details of texture, color, and the pure hunger of the real, living, dripping marecave.

Drooling lightly on the floor as she kneeled on two shaky forelegs, Rose collected herself upon hearing her lover’s coughing and climbed back onto all four hooves. “You alright, Lily? I d-didn’t mean to come so soon…”

Having completed her conquest, Lily walked in front of her and nuzzled her friend’s face, staining it, before cleaning her lips with a sweet and salty lick. “I think I’ve missed a spot, Lily. Could you help me reach it?”

“Sure!” Roseluck nodded, hesitating slightly as she expected another ear bite, before licking Lily’s muzzle clean of her own juices, marveling at the vanilla taste.

“Very good, Rosie.” Lily returned the favor before nudging her onto the bed. “And now…”

Roseluck looked around at the comic book posters that lined the walls. It occured to her that she'd never really spent enough time in her room to even notice them before. An open closet door off to her Roseluck's left displayed stacks and stacks of comics with costumed mares and beautifully drawn poses. The smell of her mistress, Lily, hung thick and inviting in the air. Behind her, she felt the mattress buckle slightly as Lily climbed up to join her. Before she could turn around, she felt the familiar sensation of Lily’s correcting nibble on her ear.

“It’s okay, Rose, it’s just me. Don’t you trust your friend?” Lily teased, giving her cutie mark another quick lick.

Roseluck flicked her tail again as she gasped, her ears flattened against her head. “Of course I do! But, what are we going to do on the bed?”

Lily gently pressed down on Roseluck’s back until she properly kneeled. Hovering over her, she reached down and worked the zipper open until her stallionhood stood proudly having escaped its exile. “I’m going to give you something very special, Rose. Something… that will bind us together as friends… forever.”

Roseluck moaned contently, preserved in the knowledge that she’d secured her friendship with Lily, and even become a fillyfooler in the bargain. “I’ll never let you down, Lily… I… I love you.”

Lily closed her eyes, savoring those words she’d longed to hear for years. “Long have I loved you as well, since the first day we met, and long will I love you even until I depart for the Summerlands.” Mounting her beloved gently, she pressed the head of her thickened member against her beloved’s entrance, eliciting a surprised gasp. It took only gentle coaxing to finally insert the head inside of the comparatively small opening.

“Lily… how?” Roseluck asked uneasily, intimately knowing the feel of a stallion’s organ inside her apart from some cheap mechanical mockery of one.

“Magic,” Lily said obliquely, allowing her mate’s hormone-primed thought process to fill in the blanks. “But does it really matter now? So what do you say, Rose? Can I be your mistress… and master?”

Roseluck nickered gently and adjusted her stance to better support her mistress’ weight.

Her body language was all the consent Lily required. As she slowly pressed forward into Roseluck inch by inch, reveling in her friend’s heat and tightness, the sensitive head of her stallionhood magnifying the sensation of Roseluck’s inner walls swimming over her member a thousandfold. How is Roseluck’s flower so much smaller than mine? I could fit myself easily... Lily arched an eyeridge at the thought of that paradoxical scenario as Roseluck trembled beneath her; she’d absorbed an entire foot but Lily still had much more to spare.

“H-how are you so thick, Lily?” Roseluck squeaked, the corners of her eyes tearing up. “P-please b-be c-careful, my love!”

Finally hilting herself inside the trembling mare, Lily slowly withdrew, confident that Roseluck could support her length and girth, if only but by the grace of Discord. “You are the most beautiful, wonderful creature to bring life to this world, Rosie. Your pain will only serve to make the reward of bringing foals into this world that much more fulfilling!”

Roseluck’s eyes opened wide. She wants me to have her FOALS!? She turned the thought over in her head, only to realize… “Yes, Lily! I want that! Please, let me bear your foals!” Rose whined impatiently, imagining her swelling belly and the future cries of the newborns in her mind.

Lily wasted no time in driving herself to the hilt this time, barely suppressing a grunt as Roseluck’s inner walls assaulted her senses once more.

“A-ahhh! Yes, Celestia yeeeeees!” Roseluck shrieked, as tears of joy and pain in equal measure flowed freely from her eyes.

Growing confident by her lover’s approval, she thrust herself inside stridently, her hilting thrusts rippling across the soft flesh of Roseluck’s curvy rump — Lily’s sore, bulging apples clapping wetly against her lover’s backside as their juices leaked from Rose’s walls. The smell of sex, the heat of their bodies and Roseluck’s muffled moaning made Lily’s climax inevitable. After two agonizing minutes of delay, Lily gave a mighty roar and pumped no less than a pint of hot, sticky seed inside her goddess; together, their love cry rattled the room’s only window, streaked with chocolate rain.

Locked together in love, the two of them rested with barrels heaving, the bed soaked through with their love juices. Withdrawing slowly, Lily withdrew her organ with a gentle pop, releasing what fluid didn’t fill her lover’s birthing chamber onto the messy sheets. “You will give me such beautiful foals, my love…”

Roseluck rolled over onto her back and smiled up at her mistress, contented with having brought her such joy and satisfaction; her tail whipping violently beneath her as she felt a familiar pressure behind her loins begin to build. “And you won’t rest until you’ve gotten them, my potent stallion!”

The two of them locked muzzles once more, tongues dueling fiercely, as the two of them recharged for another round.