Drinks Are On Us

"Hmmm..." Vanilla Vodka tapped her clipboard, in her black business suit again today. "Sales have dropped off quicker than I expected they would, post-opening."

"We aren't in Canterlot, Miss Vanilla." Hidden Deal replied, looking out the window of the establishment's office. "Things are slow to catch on around here. I'm amazed that the Rich family hasn't already picked up and left for more civilized climes."

"Now now." the pale unicorn chided, setting her board down. "Every city must be a town first. Even Canterlot was once just a camp on a hill. Don't you worry. We'll bring Ponyville around to the modern age. Kicking and screaming, if we have to."

There was a polite knock upon the door. "Come in." the mare commanded, leaning back in her chair, lifting her tremendous bosom up in the process.

Lemon Hearts peered in, before fully entering. "M-Miss Vanilla? A friend of mine is here to see you about... 'opportunities'."

"Ooooh~?... well, let's not dawdle then, send her in!"

She nodded, and opened the door to peer back out, before opening it fully to allow Berry Punch to waltz into the office. Said mare turned about in a circle as she made her way to the desk. "Oh nice, real swanky stuff you have here. Love that white carpet. Is that a stuffed Jackalope? I'd never thought you the hunting type. Oh hey, that's a nice-looking couch too. Let me guess, real Ursa fur?"

Vanilla sat in silence for a few seconds before she spoke. "Thank you Lemon. You may go."

The yellow pony nodded, before excusing herself. Once they were alone, the buxom mare drew herself forward. "So... Berry Punch, if I remember correctly?"

"That's me."

"Tell me. After our initial recruitment round, which you sat out on, why should I be considering you as an addition to our franchise? What changed your mind?"

The purple pony shrugged. "I told you, I was going to think on it. And I have, and after having seen how you run things downstairs, I've made a decision. I can see which way the wind's blowing."

"Hmmmm... I see. Still you must understand, if you were to join our enterprise, there would be certain... challenges for you. You've yet to even tell me what you can offer us..."

"Ahh yes, what I can offer you..." Berry hummed thoughtfully, before tossing a smile. "How about this. What I can offer you... is Merlot that won second place in the Canterlot wine and spirits exhibition, seven years ago. A ribbon that I got, thanks to some... let's say... 'Na-tu-ral Talent'."

Vanilla shot to her feet. It was quite a sight to see that immense bust's delayed reaction and wobble. She was impressed it didn't smack her right on the face. "... the well."

"Bingo." she replied. "That was a nice little stunt there, putting an imitation of it in the middle of the floor. A tribute? Or just a little 'Hey this is where all the cool kids hang, come join us!"

"Prove it." the blue mare snapped, uncharacteristically short.

She stopped, weighed her options, and then nodded, taking her shirt off right then and there, revealing her E-cups. She was braless, as was her usual, but neither of the room's other occupants said anything of it. Vanilla snapped her fingers, which summoned the elderly stallion to Berry's side, giving her a pair of thin-necked flute glasses.

"Classy." she quipped, before accepting them and holding them under her nipples. "Just like what I do for my mare some nights, so don't think this means we're dating." she joked to them, before closing her eyes. Very slowly, she then began to chant to herself. "Merlot, merlot, merlot, merlot..."

Right in front of their eyes, her breasts began to swell, more and more, fuller and fuller. She kept the glasses under her nips even as they lifted further from her ribcage. And well that she did, for at length they began to drip profusely, a deep ruby red. She stopped chanting right as she felt them leak, and let them drain into the wineglasses till they stopped. It was a half-full glass of merlot that she walked up to and presented the businessmare, with a bit of a smug expression on her face.

Vanilla's own expression was neutral as she accepted the glass. Swirled it, raised it to her lips, and then sipped at it. "... Mm. Quite passable. Mr. Deal?"

"Ma'am. I would judge she produces approximately 1.5 times more per repetition than our augmentation spell's baseline."

"You mean I'm more productive than whatever spell you used on everypony downstairs." Berry replied, indulging herself with a sip from her own glass. "Somehow, I get the feeling that's exactly what you're looking for in 'natural talents', isn't it?"

"... you have me there, Miss Punch." the unicorn conceded, a smile surfacing upon her lips. "Yes, mares who have been blessed by that traveling well are what Taps thrives upon... nay, is inspired off of. A fair few ponies in Canterlot have been blessed with its gifts. It was only a matter of time before one would take these gifted mares, and unite them under a single enterprise."

"Alright. Well. You've got one more now, wanting on board with your jolly old crew. No spells needed, no messy contracts. Just gimme a piece of paper, and I'll mark an X on the spot. Whaddya say, cap'n?"

There was quiet for a few more seconds, before the pale mare turned her head to the side. "Mr. Deal, draw up a contract, if you would. And then, put Miss Punch here on evening detail. I have a feeling she'd be most comfortable manning the bar." She turned an eye back to the wine pony. "I'm assuming that you do have bar experience...?"

"Of course I do." was the reply, accompanied by a flashy grin. "I'm the town drunk."

The second the door clicked closed after Berry left, Vanilla started talking.

"I don't like her."

"Beggars can't be choosers, ma'am."

"She's got a smart mouth. And a smart brain to go with it." Her eyes narrowed. "She's going to be trouble, I can tell."

"Trouble, ma'am? You could have turned her away."

"No. Because she's right. We do need mares with higher production. But that doesn't mean we don't have ways of dealing with troublemakers. Alert the boys. Tell them to keep an eye on Miss Punch at all times. If she starts getting too nosy... give her the Standard Treatment."

"Understood, Miss Vanilla."

"That's one thing come out of this little trip, at the very least." she mused, chewing her thumb. "I really should get back to Canterlot... but there's still untapped potential hanging around in this dirthole. Deal, have you got me anything for Sweet Apple Acres?"

"I am afraid not, ma'am." the spindly old stallion bowed his head. "I have had to divert my resources to defend our interests instead."

"Really? How?"

"Are you aware that there is a princess in this town, Miss Vanilla?"

"Princess?" She blinked, the expression of one who carefully regulated what did and did not exist in her personal world. "Oh... yes, that's right. Princess Twibright Sparkle, was it?"

"Twilight Sparkle, ma'am. It appears that both her and Miss Applejack are very close friends."

Her eyes narrowed. "... what has she been doing?"

"Miss Vanilla, Twilight Sparkle has launched an investigation into Tap's public holding records and other data sets regarding customer feedback and employee fair-treatment reports. She has been quite thorough." A note of annoyance crept into his voice. "I have had to spend nearly one-fourth of our 'defense budget' to pay off our holding institutions to keep mum, or otherwise stymie her every attempt. I am fairly certain that she will eventually give up, but I feel it will not be until she has exhausted every option. And I intend to outpace her to the last."

She regarded him with a twisted smile. "Every stallion has his pride. Thank you, Hidden Deal. Your service will no doubt be rewarded soon~" She turned to look back ahead at the closed door. "The fact that this princess has taken such a sudden interest in us is worrying, indeed. If she really is a friend of Applejack's... I might have to start considering her an equal... then again." Her smile grew wider. "The odds are pretty high, I feel, that Applejack and our new employee, Miss Punch, know each other as well... and if that's the case, then all we have to do is sit... and wait."

The weaselly unicorn nodded, and turned to shuffle back towards the window... before pausing to stare down at the floor. "Oh, dear. It appears that Miss Punch has already decided to cause trouble."

"Hmm? What is it?"

"Call for the cleaning lady, Miss Vanilla. It appears Miss Punch has leaked her red wine all over our carpet."

In light of the missing ponies file, Twilight had decided that enough was enough. It was time to call in backup.

Backup was laughing. It was generous, it was loyal, and it was kind. Altogether, if she was to be honest, it made Applejack extremely uncomfortable.

"So, let me get this straight." Rarity was speaking, settled comfortably in her seat in the Circle of Friendship. "All of this has to do with the new mature entertainment establishment that just opened last week?"

"That's correct." Twilight replied, gesturing to the folder and all its clippings sitting in the center of the map table. "Every one of these mares, over the course of the last three years, have disappeared. And each mare was previously in the employ of the same franchise who just opened here in town, Taps."

"I don't like the sound of that." Rainbow Dash spoke, her expression grim. "Question is, what would a titty bar even want with a bunch of mares?"

"Well, their tits for one." Pinkie Pie answered blithely. "And they really need them too, the more tits the better. I went in there once, it was craaayyyyzeee."

"You actually went inside?!" The white unicorn was aghast. "Whyever for?"

"Well, uh, because it was new, duh." the party mare replied. "Besides, I'm a grown mare! I can hold my liquor, and my pants! Just ask Rainbow Dash."

"No comment."

"But yeah anyway, it was craaayyyyzee. They didn't call it Taps for nothin', everything there was on-tap! And when I say tap, I mean tits, cause their tits were the taps! Ain't that just tit for tap? O-or was that Tat for tip? Or maybe it was- wait, what I mean is, they were lactating beer and other stuff."

The three mares not in the know alternatively fainted, went 'no way' disbelievingly, and squeaked. AJ found herself wanting to hide under the table.

"It's true." Twilight replied. "One of my old School friends, Lemon Hearts, was hired by them, and was augmented magically to give lemonade. The one responsible for casting this spell is the apparent titleholder and owner of Taps, one Vanilla Vodka."

"I-I've seen her around town." Fluttershy spoke up for the first time. "She's scary. She walks around with such... pride."

"I know, I've seen her too!" Pinkie exclaimed. "I think her tits are even bigger than yours, Shy!"

The buxom yellow pegasus blushed ferociously, sinking down in her chair to better hide her covered M-cups, as Rarity gave the pink one a glare. "Be that as it may... what is it that we are to do, Twilight? I mean, that the mares are missing is dreadful, but how are we to find them?"

"I was thinking of a systematic search. Right now, Applejack and I are in contact with a number of ponies here at the local franchise. But there are three more locations in Canterlot itself, where the disappearances have been. I think it imperative, that we start there."

"Rarity, Fluttershy, I want you two to take to the streets, and question the friends and relatives of the missing mares. Ask them if they had been doing anything strange, or were under some sort of duress, leading up to their disappearance."

"Rainbow, Pinkie, I want you both to visit each of these locations, and report back to me what you see. If the pattern holds up, we'll be seeing a lot of glassy eyes... you were in there lately, Pinkie. Do you remember if they were being weird?"

"You mean, weird beside the fact that they were lactating soda?"

"Yes, beside that."

"Yeah, totally! You remember Sweetie Sunrise? She's like a completely different mare now! I saw some of those stallions cop a feel, and she didn't even lift a finger. The old Sweetie I knew woulda knocked those guys outta the park!"

Twilight nodded. "Glassy eyes, placid dispositions... we have evidence that this is all due to mind tampering, thanks to the spell alterations that they use. We're trying to build a case that we can take to court. But any other evidence has been lacking. THIS however," she pointed at the folder again. "Is our best hope to be able to pin something on them. With luck, we'll be able to uncover something."

All heads nodded at the table. "Fine," Dash groused, getting to her feet. "Saving missing ponies, totally worth doing. But we'd better be back in time for Cider Day."

"Goshdarnit Dash do y' ever think of anythin' else b'sides Cider?" AJ found herself growling, her arms resting on the table to hide her swelling bust as best as possible. Across the table from her, Pinkie's ears twitched, followed by her nose, causing her to stare laser-like at the apple mare.

"Hey, wow AJ, sorry." the pegasus apologized, pocketing her hands. "... yeah, this is pretty serious. Okay, so. Twi, are there any other ponies on the inside that we should know about?"

"Well... for the locations in Canterlot, I would ask about Strawberry Fields. See if you can find anything on what happened to her, as she is... very much missed by her friends and loved ones." Twilight looked down, gathering the folder back up. "Beyond that, we know the majority of the mares working in Ponyville's Taps. Of them, the only ones we're in solid contact with, are Lemon Hearts, and Berry Punch."

"Oh PERFECT, I see!" Pinkie hopped up, slamming a fist into her palm. "Berry's the perfect pony to go undercover at Taps, cause she already makes her own Merlot! That way there's no crazy spells involved that might make her go loco in the coco!"

The room was deathly silent. They all stared at the party pone in quiet disbelief. It was Applejack who finally broke the silence. "...Pinkie, how didja know that?"

"She forgets her nursing pads sometimes after she gets really sloshed at some of my late-night laredoes. Makes a big mess of her shirts every time."

"I knew I wasn't imagining things!" Rarity exclaimed. "Every time she'd come in for a sizing, I swore I always smelled cherries and plums on her, even when she was dead sober."

And then, much to AJ's horror, the pink one turned to look right at her, her smile morphing into a grin. "What about yooooou Applejaaaack? Have you got a big secret?"

"Who, AJ? No way." Dash scoffed. "There'd be no way Applejack could keep a secret, she's the element of Honesty after all. Isn't that right, AJ?... AJ?"

All eyes turned to look at her. She found herself sweating. Her arms were fastened tight around her breasts.

"You know..." the dressmaker spoke again. "I have been noticing a distinct change in the way your wardrobe has been fitting you, Applejack dear. Aren't you due for a re-sizing soon?"

"You, uhm," Fluttershy timidly added "You are looking... a lot bigger than usual."

"Applejack." Twilight stood up at her end of the table. "I think it's probably time you told them anyways."

"I, er, uhm, I, ah, that, er,-" the farmmare found herself stammering, at a loss.

"C'moooon AJ!" Pinkie suddenly popped up behind her, resting her hands on her shoulders and shaking her. "Spill the beans! Oh wait, they're much bigger than beans, aren't they? Gotta use something more apropos. SPILL THE TITS!" This was accompanied by much more vigorous shaking, causing the apple pony's bust to leap out of her arms.

"W-wow, AJ." Dash suddenly found herself staring, unable to look away. Even contained within a shirt, those freckled mounds were still larger than her head. "That's... gosh, they're... w-wait, we were talking about Berry before. A-are you saying that you're-"

"Ah, ain't, gonna, say, anythin'." Applejack stated, standing up and brushing Pinkie off, even as the motion made her bust all the more prominent. "... Not here, not now. Look, if... if y'all really wanna know... come ask me 'bout it later after we're done here. Ah'll tell you everythin'. Promise."

There were various forms of nods and agreement. Pinkie had already moved onto the next subject, bouncing beside Twi's chair. "Oh, oh, Twilight, you said that there's a spell that does the lactate-different-stuff thing? Couldja use it on me? I wanna be able to make frosting! Like decorator's frosting! In different colors too, yellow from my left and blue from my right!"

"Pinkie, please." the alicorn gently pushed her down. "There will be plenty of time for experiments later. As a matter of fact, what I've been working on, is a way to undo the effects of this spell." She looked back up at Applejack. "I'm happy to say that, after the additional scan sample I took from Lemon, the counterspell's success rate jumped dramatically. I'm now 97% certain it'll be able to undo the spell, whether it's been naturally, or artificially induced."

AJ found herself smiling with relief. When she felt the questioning eyes of her friends upon her though, she quickly cleared her throat. "W-well, that's great news Twi. We may be needin' it soon, for th' ponies under Tap's 'employ'."

Fluttershy looked over to Twilight. "B-because it's the spell that's making them act weird in the first place, right?"

"That's right. Whatever they're up to, we'll need to be able to handle the fallout, if, and when, we expose Taps for the fraud it is. Everypony know what they're supposed to do?"

There were nods from the entire group. "Excellent. Applejack and I will remain in Ponyville to keep an eye on the situation here. Rarity, Fluttershy, take Spike with you. Don't tell him this, but Celestia taught me the dragonfire spell some time ago. We can keep in touch that way. Make sure you send a report every day, okay?"

They all nodded again, standing up from their seats. Twilight held the folder out to Rarity, who took it in her hands. "Remember, these are real ponies, not just names on a list. They had lives before they disappeared. It's up to us to make sure we can get their lives back. Keep your eyes open, and most of all, stay safe."

"Right!"

"Alright then girls. Let's move out!"

Within the hustle of ponies getting to their hooves, the moment of purpose was only slightly marred by Pinkie speaking up again. "Oh, I know, better than frosting! Cake batter! I'd be able to bake soooooo many of them all at once! In different flavors too, chocolate from my left, and angelfood from my right!"

Adjusting her skirt one last time, Berry stepped out into the bustling evening atmosphere of Taps. Her uniform featured red piping, and fastened to her left breast, was a tag that said 'Merlot'. Quietly, she wondered why there was never enough room on these tags for a proper name.

She strode through the crowd, hips swaying, a smile surfacing as her face as she felt the eyes upon her form. None approached her however, and she was just fine with that, as her purpose was not to circulate among the guests, but to take her place at the bar.

She tagged out the green tea mare manning it, climbed on inside, rolled up her sleeves, and, when she was certain nopony was looking, ditched the silly little paper hat. After that, it was smooth sailing for her. She knew how a bar worked, and she knew how to put on a show, even for those who requested a glass of her wine.

Out on the floor, the mares cycled. Again, she saw that some of them were still glassy-eyed, and that even a few of the more clear-headed mares from opening week had taken on hazy looks upon their faces.

Beyond that, she had been unable to find any solid evidence of foul play. The private lounge in the back doubled as a locker room, and it was comfortably furnished. There were sinks everywhere, and she had since learned that on and off the job, employees got to drink for free. There was even an undeveloped room behind the bar, which she had been told had been made in anticipation for a kitchen.

And still, she couldn't shake the feeling of something off with the whole setup. She watched the employees and clientele mingle, dozens of mares bearing their breasts, iced glasses held up before them, the slack faces...

She found herself turning away, there was nopony at the bar right that moment anyhow. Instead, she busied herself studying the full assortment of beverages that she had access to. Inventorying from top to bottom, she soon found herself pausing again as she came upon those white-labeled Taps-brand bottles, bending down to her knees to take a better look at them.

There were a majority of beverages, all of them flavors and types she knew the local employees weren't making. One with a vivid red liquid caught her eye, and she reached out to pick it up. Reading the label revealed it to be 'Strawberry Daiquiri'. There was a playful descriptor on the side of the drink's sweetness and taste, but Berry found herself thinking hard, a memory having come to mind. Strawberry Daiquiri... Strawberry Fields...?

"Hey!" a voice chirped behind her, causing her to almost drop the bottle. "Berry, y' got a minute?"

"Gah, Lemony, don't scare me like that." She quickly straightened up and turned back around. "What's up?"

"The evening show's about to start, for one. But I think you'd be much more interested in what's going on over there~..." The yellow unicorn pointed over to a corner of the hall, where two ponies were sitting in a booth.

The wine mare recognized them both, a mare and a stallion, an employee, and a customer. Stripped away of these titles, these two ponies were Cherry Berry, and Cherry Fizz. From here she couldn't hear what they were talking about, but the way that the pink mare was sitting on the table, and the way the both of them were smiling at each other, she couldn't help but grin. "Those two are on again, are they? I thought they broke up for the fifth time last month."

Lemon shushed her, obviously watching the pair closely. The stallion had a handful of bits, but the mare took them, and simply sat them on the table behind her, before unbuttoning her shirt, allowing her pert pink mounds to bounce into view. The stallion, obviously new at this, held a pair of iced glasses up to them, and, she wasn't sure, but it seemed like the both of them were chanting together.

Cherry B's breasts swelled, her nipples at length erupting a fizzy bright-red soda into both glasses. Once they had been filled, Cherry F handed the mare one of the cups, and the both of them sipped their drinks... the stallion pausing after taking his.

And then, to Berry and Lemon's surprise, he sat the glass down, leaned forward, took her breasts into his hands, and dipped his muzzle in between them, nuzzling, kissing and suckling each fizzing nipple in turn, and then finally pressing his lips against her own in a kiss, one that she very happily returned.

"Awwww..." Lemon found herself cooing. "That's actually kinda sweet, don'tcha think?"

Berry had to snicker. "Fraternizing during work hours, dearie me. I wonder what Miss Coffeecreamer would have to say about that."

The unicorn was in the middle of giggling, when she suddenly stopped, having looked off to the side. "O-oh-oh, looks like we're about to find out."

The purple pony looked. And even she had to admit that she stared, as the tall curvaceous form of Vanilla Vodka graced the floor of Taps, dressed in full lounge singer attire, gloves and all. That immense bosom heaved with every step she took, leading the way, serving as an impressive bumper guard as she made her way to the faux-well platform. Stepping gracefully upon it, she dug into her cleavage for a split second, before producing a microphone.

"Good evening, Fillies and Gentlecolts." she crooned, voice reverberating over the hall. "It is my pleasure to welcome you all this evening, to tonight's Runway Show! Tonight, by popular demand, some of our most popular flavor-gals will be taking to the stage, and showing you their appreciation for joining us! So be sure to show them your appreciation too! Just remember your umbrellas, for these girls just love to shower you in affection... among other things~" she flashed a grin as she extended a hand towards the back curtain. "And now, without further ado... may I present to you your refreshments for the evening, a lovely group of gals known as, the Soda Sisters!"

From behind the curtain, three mares, one after another emerged, wearing a completely different set of uniforms in general. Their short skirts were outright minis, and their shirts looked as if they were made out of paper. They were button-front shirts, but Berry had the sneaking suspicion that the buttons were only held by a single stitch. They were meant to be busted off.

It didn't take them long. As Vanilla dismounted the platform, the mares took her place, gyrating and sauntering, displaying their curves and bodies. At one point, somepony in the crowd began chanting 'Lime spritz! Lime spritz!', causing one of the green mares to arch her back, letting out an exaggerated groan as her bosom expanded, buttons flying away to reveal her cleavage.

Berry watched the display idly. She had seen the show multiple times by now, and it seemed to never grow old with the clientele. The mares on stage changed every night, and she suspected that it might be her turn soon. Then again...

She looked up as a pony approached the bar, and then started making herself look busy, as that pony was Vanilla, accompanied now by Mr. Deal. The tall unicorn took a seat at the bar, leaning back, watching the show with a sharp eye. At length, she spoke. "Miss Punch... an Appletini, if you please."

There was no backtalk or snarkiness. Vodka, sour apple liqueur, and a green apple slice were quickly assembled, the resulting concoction handed off to the platinum blonde. She took a gentle sip, perching it between her fingers in silence, before speaking. "It's a pity that Miss Applejack is so adamant on refusing our offer. I really think that she would be a great addition to our enterprise."

"Applejack has her own enterprise to worry about." Berry replied. "And it's one that she'll put in front every time. I don't think you'd be able to make her budge, even if you hooked up ten minotaurs to her."

"Hmmm... time will tell." was all the businessmare had to say to that. She scanned the club, eyes passing over the covert make-outs in the corner, before she focused on the bartender herself. She considered her, before reaching into her cleavage, pulling out a spare paper hat, and placing it daintily on top of Berry's head. "A wise mare from Canterlot told me once, 'You can never have too much professionalism', Miss Punch. Remember that."

Berry said nothing, aiming a flat glare at Vanilla's back as she left the bar, having apparently better things to do. Like nurse her drink with a smile as she watched the mares on stage, by now all of them completely topless, each one grasping at the pole and thrusting their chests out, breasts like watermelons and nipples like faucets, each one spraying streams of soda out into the audience, who all had their glasses up and waiting. It was a couple of minutes before she noticed something off.

"Hidden Deal... are we missing somepony?"

"Miss Sweetie Sunrise, ma'am. She went into the locker lounge to prepare, but has not yet emerged."

"Curious... let us see what's become of her then, shall we?"

The pair of unicorns weaved through the crowd, into a far rear corner, marked for staff only. Once inside, the both of them strolled down a hall, one that dead-ended into a door. Opening up and stepping inside, Vanilla's eyes widened at what she saw. "O-oh, myyy..."

Sweetie Sunrise was sitting on one of the dressing benches, her eyes closed, her breathing labored, a flush over her cheeks. She was completely topless, not that there would have been any top that had a hope of containing all of her now. Her breasts had become immense, taut, even bigger than her boss's own, almost comically large upon her tiny frame. Her wings were fully extended, an indicator of just how aroused she had become. Her hands were busy exploring the stretched surfaces of her mammaries, her nipples spraying sweet tropical fizz. Even as full as she had become, the unicorn could see that she was very quietly whispering to herself 'Sunrise Soda' over and over again, her mounds pulsing with every utterance, a large puddle upon the floor spreading with every gush.

"Oh goodness... and just after the first week too~..." The pale mare looked over and traded wicked smiles with Hidden Deal, before advancing towards the yellow pegasus. She knelt down beside her, allowing her own bosom to lightly bump against hers. "Hello, Miss Sunrise. Are you enjoying yourself?"

The redhead slowly turned her head to look at her, opening her eyes. They were completely clouded over with bliss.

"It feels good, doesn't it? To make and hold so much within you, to become so big. To just be so productive. You like that feeling, don't you?"

"Mmmm... s-soda..." was all the reply that Sweetie could muster.

Vanilla's face adopted a warm, motherly expression as she reached over and cradled the pegasus's chin, looking deep into her eyes. "Miss Sunrise... would you like to make... even more...?"

The yellow mare's lips spread into a wide smile at the thought. "... m-moooore~..."

To that, the blonde nodded, putting her hands on her shoulders and steadying her as they both stood up, the taller leading the shorter. "Come then, Miss Sweetie Sunrise. Let's get you... hooked up~"