It's Tricky

It was… messy. Diamond Tiara pulled away from the kiss as quickly as she had moved in. She could taste purple lipstick on the tip of her tongue.

Scootaloo snorted and tapped her fingers to her lips. “A ton of things just started making sense.” She stretched her arms out and got off the bed. “Welp, guess I can postpone a few black diamonds for tonight. There’s a sexual joke about your name in there, but that’s beneath me, and frankly I’m just too hyped about this to crack jokes anyway.”

Diamond Tiara, fearing that she may be more confused about her own actions that Scootaloo was, leaned forward. “Define ‘this,’” she politely requested.

And just like that, she was leaning back as Scootaloo leaped onto the bed and crawled over her like a creeper. She, her lithe body, and her devilish grin got so close to Diamond Tiara that she could smell the remnants of grape cologne. “I think I know an admirer when I see one. Plus, I love the fact that you have ‘need it bad’ written all over you in permanent marker.”

Suddenly having jumped the hurdle, Diamond Tiara felt a lot more comfortable in her own shoes, which she kicked to the floor. “I tried really hard to erase it, Scoots, but it wouldn’t come off.”

The two young mares felt the fur of their muzzles intertwine. “I’m willing to help it come... off.” Scootaloo whispered. She reached around Diamond Tiara, her arm curling along her back and reaching down her body to grab

a small remote. She handed it to her wide-eyed paramour. “Use the purple buttons to mess with the mood lighting. The one with the three dashes controls the blinds. I’ma be right back, seeing as you messed up my lipstick…” Scootaloo rolled away, hopping off the bed again. She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it at Diamond Tiara. “You can pose for me in that later.”

Diamond Tiara had just a few precious seconds to soak in a glimpse at Scootaloo’s naked torso. A stomach as flat and strong as concrete, acting as a thin layer over shifting athletic muscles, all beneath her orange coat and purple tattoos, and perky breasts that shimmered in the thick sun of the winter evening.

And it was gone the instant Scootaloo disappeared into the bathroom with a wink.

Diamond Tiara didn’t waste time on acting like Scootaloo was the first naked girl she’d ever seen, burying her aghastness to prepare for her return. Her surprise was quickly waning, replaced with something she had been sorely missing: excitement.

She smiled widely as she fiddled with the remote, flicking through different romantic light settings as she lowered the blinds. There were the usual settings, like dim magenta and purple, along with some more unusual settings. One particular light doused the entire room in a thick navy blue, reminding Diamond Tiara of some of the more high-end nightclubs she’d spent time at with Scootaloo, spending idle hours chugging neon-colored, overpriced drinks.

Fond of those memories as she was, she settled on something a little more mellow, but with a fair bit of excitement. A few more clicks of the remote led her to a simulated disco ball effect, bathing the room in rotating sparkling lights.

With that done, Diamond Tiara stood up, suddenly feeling as though she were in one of her fantasies, aside from a sexy dress to impress her incoming lay. In a perfect world, she’d be wearing a translucent red dress over laced, elegantly stitched undergarments.

Scootaloo would just have to settle for seeing her in the old SWBP: simple white bra and panties. Diamond Tiara pulled down her pants, then moved on to her turtleneck. It was the one time she wished it didn’t cling to her body so perfectly. Throwing it off resulted in her falling back onto the bed.

“You okay in there?” Scootaloo asks. “Hanky panky and concussions don’t go well together, and I speak from experience.”

“I’m fine, keep your shirt on— I mean, off,” Diamond Tiara said.

All that remained to complete the picture was a pose. Diamond Tiara rotated through her standbys. First, she lay on her front to present her ass, but it felt wrong. She knew hers would pale in comparison to Scootaloo’s. It felt like sacrilege.

Her next post involved spreading her legs over the edge of the bed, but that felt wrong too. Such raunch was for less dignified nights, usually involving someone of the male specimen. Or two. Or three… Diamond Tiara forced her fond memories of Haywi’i down and focused on the present.

She decided to do something new and different. She pulled her legs back onto the bed, wrapped her arms around her legs and and huddled them close to her belly and chest. “I’m ready when you are,” she said, her voice shaky yet resolute.

Scootaloo strutted out of the bathroom. She had reapplied her lipstick, adjusted the spikes in her mane to be a little more organized, and completely removed all of her underwear. Diamond Tiara wasn’t at all disarmed by the lightning bolt patch etched above her slit. “Hey,” she said casually, throwing her boxer-briefs away. She took notice of Diamond Tiara’s regal yet sexy pose, and chuckled at it. It was really her eyes that caught her attention. “Aw, you’re melting my heart.”

“Did you forget who’s the ice queen here?” Diamond Tiara asked, snickering to herself. “Ugh, I’m gonna get laugh lines.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

Diamond Tiara’s smile disappeared. “It is when you’re supposed to look like you don’t care about the slavering masses watching your every movement as you trot up and down the catwalk like a deathrow inmate or a changeling on parade.”

Scootaloo gave her a small frown of confusion. “Uhh, don’t you like... live for that kind of attention?”

Diamond Tiara snorts. “You remember grad week, right? When you and the other Crusaders came and picked up my shattered ego after Twist snapped it like a ginger snap?”

“Oh, you mean when she broke it like a jawbreaker?”

“Crushed it like a candy cane.”

“Smashed it like a chocolate liquor... fuck, now I’m hungry.” Scootaloo sat down on the bed. “I thought it was room service o’clock, like, ten minutes ago.”

Diamond Tiara snorted and shook her head. “Sorry, off topic, but yeah. You three came and helped me get back on my hooves when all I wanted was a pint of ice cream and a rock to crawl under.” She ran a hand through her mane, smiling wryly. “You guys taught me that I could strut my stuff without being a hypercunt about it, and while I love flaunting... I hate having to act like the ponies watching me aren’t people. It... brings back awkward memories.”

Scootaloo patted Diamond Tiara on the head and stroked her ear, which flicked at her touch. “Hey, at least if you trip on the catwalk, you’re still beautiful. If I trip…”

“You get fucked up.”

“I can walk away from fucked up, it’s when I get fucked over that people should be worried.” Scootaloo cackled. “I remember this one time I was roller-blading the Running of the Leaves course, one of my wheels came loose and I went off course juuuust enough to end up wrapped around an alder tree.” She wrapped her hand around her opposite thumb. “Like a sheet of licorice.”

Diamond Tiara gasped. “Holy shit...”

“Yeah, my spine was so gnarled that my wing joints got all bent out of shape. Hurt like hell just to spread them. Doctors were worried I wouldn’t fly ag—”

It happened so fast. Diamond Tiara uttered a little whimper, then reached out and leaped at Scootaloo, knocking her to the bed. She uttered a small “Wuh—” before Diamond’s lips slammed into hers.

Diamond Tiara was hellbent on not letting Scootaloo open her mouth for anything except tongue. Diamond Tiara’s tongue prodded at her lips, once again tasting the grape flavor of her glossy lipstick. Her mouth parted as her tongue came out to greet Diamond Tiara’s, and with it came sweet saliva that tasted like some sort of off-brand energy drink.

For Scootaloo, the smells of Diamond Tiara’s fruity perfume and lemon-scented hair product were intense enough to tickle her nostrils and fill her with zest. It drove her to ravish Diamond Tiara with strong caresses of her agile fingers. She loved the tender smoothness of Diamond Tiara’s expertly groomed fur; she truly lived up to her namesake. Even her tongue was smooth, her saliva savory, her little gasps and moans with the capacity to drive even the most conservative pony insane… Scootaloo was giddy just thinking about what she was going to do to this mare.

One question remained, though. Scootaloo broke the kiss, realizing how much combined saliva had dribbled down her chin, and asked, “Where the hell did that come from?” with a big smile.

Diamond Tiara answered honestly, squeezing Scootaloo’s breast and saying with honey in her voice, “I want you.”

Scootaloo pursed her lips, suspecting that she wasn’t being told the full story. But she could tell when Diamond Tiara was being honest. She was good at many things, but lying was not one of them, so if she said she wanted Scootaloo, then nopony could argue against it.

Scootaloo tightened her grip on Diamond Tiara, holding her close like the most intimate lover she’s ever had the pleasure of taking to bed with her. “That’s cool by me,” she cooed into her ear. “Feeling’s mutual. I couldn’t take my eyes off ya all day.”

“I can’t believe I’m in bed with you!” Diamond Tiara blurted out, giggling maniacally. “I really, really… want to make you feel good.”

“You wanna make me feel good?” Scootaloo asked incredulously, nipping at Diamond Tiara’s ear and kissing her cheek. “Miss High and Mighty Supermodel, Object of Everypony From Hell to High Water’s Fantasy?”

"Well, that's in front of the camera... Maybe, when I'm not in front of one, I want to actually fulfill some of those dreams?" Diamond Tiara’s nails dug into Scootaloo’s shoulders. “Listen, daredevil… Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it to you so good.”

Scootaloo put her arms behind her head and batted her eyelashes at Diamond Tiara. “Touch me. Touch me hard.”

Diamond Tiara kissed and groped Scootaloo, giving her mouth a small extra helping of tongue, before it to her neck. Loving nips and bites travel all the way down to her breasts, which aren’t big enough to warrant anything beyond a little pawing and sensual licks and bites of each nipple. It at least creates enough bursts of pleasure in Scootaloo’s loins to make her legs shift.

“I feel like I’m in a dream right now…” she murred.

“Huh?” Diamond Tiara brought her head up in the midst of a long lick along Scootaloo’s muscular belly.

Scootaloo spoke calmly, despite her heavy breaths and practically luminescent blush. “Look, this ain’t gonna be a shocker… You’re smoking hot. And, well, we've all got our lonely nights. Maybe, once a month, I just head into my room and grab a magazine at random...”

Diamond Tiara stopped working her tongue entirely as she felt a hot wave of humility wash over her. She rose up from Scootaloo’s body. “You do that to… who?”

"Somepony who dominates the centerfolds a lot of the time... shapely figure, great rack, thick as a brick ass, likes skimpy clothing..." Scootaloo shuddered and reached down along her body. She moaned as her fingers grazed over her moistening slit. “Mmm… She’s in bed with a pretty incredible athlete right now, aah...”

“Hey, hey.” Diamond Tiara grabbed Scootaloo’s wrist. “Stop touching yourself, sweet cheeks. That’s my job.”

“You know me. Impossible to sit still... think you can give me something to do?” Scootaloo stuck out her tongue at Diamond Tiara, smiling lightly. “I mean, you know all about sitting still for the camera.”

Diamond Tiara kissed Scootaloo again as her hands gripped her waist. “Nuh-uh. I’m not waiting anymore. Besides, you need to relax.” She licked her lips before shifting down Scootaloo’s body, moving her hands so she had both of the orange mare’s wrists in her grip. She slipped off the bed and kneeled down, pinning down Scootaloo’s limbs with her arms as she eyed the pink treasure between those wonderful orange legs, an airy giggle escaping her. “Just think of it like, uh, surfing.”

“Hang ten…” Scootaloo gasped. She watched Diamond Tiara with sheer lust and anticipation painted on her face. The moment she felt that soft tongue brush her slit and part it open, she hissed and fell back onto the bed hard. “Oh, fuck, here we go...” She sighed in contentment. Her arms splayed out helplessly, her fingers tensing up and relaxing with no pattern.

Diamond Tiara kept her eyes mostly shut as her tongue took on a mind of its own and ravished Scootaloo. Her restless nights with Silver Spoon, born from boredom or an excess amount of alcohol, taught her the proper technique behind a good eating. She lapped at the lower half of Scootaloo’s enlarging pink folds, while her thumb prodded and rubbed the upper half, never quite coming into contact with that sensitive little nub that yearned to be touched.

Scootaloo was whispering exclamations of pleasure to herself. “Fuckin’... Oh, geez, that demon tongue… Get in there, you…”

“Ahh, I said ‘relax’...” Diamond cooed, smiling as she nuzzled the top of Scootaloo’s wet passage and gave it another lick. “That means don’t say a thing, and let me do my thing. After that... well, you can do whatever you want to me. Okay?” She winked, and only resumed when Scootaloo slowly winked back. “Okay.”

“Okay... fuck.” Scootaloo relaxed again. Suddenly she found herself hissing and holding back a shout. “Yep, y’ bumped it...”

Diamond Tiara giggled as she looked down at her nose, tongue just beginning to bury itself into her lover’s vagina, and sure enough, the sensitive nub was pressed up against it. Smiling devilishly, she pressed up against it more, nuzzling it gently as she reached further with her tongue, lapping around inside the sweet-tasting canal she’d found. Scootaloo tensed at the nuzzling, trying to move some part of her body and get a hand to one of her breasts, but Diamond Tiara’s grip was like a snazzy pair of handcuffs.

Huh... there’s an idea, Scootaloo mused. Did I bring those— Oh, Celestia, yeeeess… Even her thoughts couldn’t hold it together with Diamond Tiara’s teeth gently closing around her clit. Her fluids broke loose, leaking over the muzzle of the otherwise untainted and poised model that brought them out.

Diamond Tiara’s head came up from Scootaloo’s nethers, her grin illuminated by the spinning disco lights. “It seems I’ve caused the mighty daredevil to crash.”

“Oh, go sit on your face,” Scootaloo gasped.

Diamond Tiara climbed onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees up and over Scootaloo. “Is that an offer, my dear?” She purred and licked her lips, which she brought tantalizingly close to Scootaloo’s.

And then an interruption came a’knocking. Diamond Tiara shrieked as she heard the dreaded call of “Room service!”

“Damn it all, I completely forgot!” she yelled. She hid under the covers and grabbed the largest pillow on the bed, trying to make a modest image of herself, but to Scootaloo, it was just another pin-up to ogle while she went to the door. Aside from a slight stutter to her walking from a recent orgasm, she had no shame to dampen her swagger… not that she wasn’t damp.

Scootaloo opened the door, completely apathetic to (or deliberately ignorant of) Sweet Treat’s stunned surprise. “Hey, doll.”

Sweet Treat pushed her glasses up her muzzle. “Uh, hello, sir. Looking good as ever...”

“I try. Brought what I ordered?” Scootaloo grinned as she leaned on the doorframe, arms folded under her breasts. As cool and collected as ever, however much the sweat on her disagreed.

“I did indeed! Five trays of the best sweets and treats we have to offer.”

“Does that include you?” Scootaloo grinned, giggling as she saw a blush light up on Treat’s face.

“We’ve already been over this, sir... I’m not on the menu, sorry.” Sweet Treat stuck out her tongue a bit at the mare before grabbing the trolley and wheeling it around, Scootaloo making way as she pushed it in through the door. Sure enough, it was a tower of confection. A double-decker vanilla cake surrounded by alternating small cups of chocolate and strawberry ice cream, as well as two mugs of hot lemon tea. It was enough decadence to make a pony explode, or to bring them up from rock bottom.

“Enough sugar to heal broken bones… Heheh, awesome.” Scootaloo rubbed her hands together and quickly closed the door, walking on over to the bed. “Set it all up on the table, Sweets. Also, I will gladly pay you to take the rest of the night off and stick around.”

Sweet Treat sighed, rubbing the back of her neck and frowning. “Much as I’d love to hang out with you and your friend, I’ve still got my shift to tend to. But, if you’ll have me, I’m off in a few…” Her eyes widened as she took a gander at Diamond Tiara. “Wait, Scootaloo, isn’t that—”

“Yes, it is, and she has been insanely pleasant.” Scootaloo nuzzled Diamond Tiara’s snout, and the favor was returned with more adorable purring. “And we’re spending the whole damn night together.”

We are?! Diamond Tiara screamed in her head.

“Well, uh, I hope you enjoy your time together. I get off late tonight, so…”

Scootaloo took on a modelesque pose for Sweet Treat. “So just be sure to knock, yeah? I’ll probably be out cold.”

“Surprised you haven’t passed out already with how you look...”

“Eh, give her another half hour, maybe she’ll make it happen.”

Diamond just whimpered quietly as she listened to the conversation, and the resulting laughs between the two mares. Wow, I’m right here, y’know...

Scootaloo grabbed one of the ice cream cups and took it over to Diamond Tiara. She stuck a spoon into it and handed it over. “Enjoy yourself, sugarlips. You’re on vacation.”

Diamond Tiara took the ice cream cup and reluctantly took a bite. Immediately, she was compelled to eat several more bites very quickly, even forgoing the use of a napkin to wipe her mouth. “What’s in this stuff? It’s amazing!”

“Imported from Braejing,” Sweet Treat explained. She was trying as hard as she could to not ogle the two bedfellows. “Now then, I’ll be on my way. Don’t want to cramp your style.”

“Honey, you could never commit such an atrocity,” Scootaloo said.

With a bow and a smile, Sweet Treat turned and made her way out, a little skip in her step and her hands held behind her back.

Scootaloo held back a grin and a giggle until the mare had left the room and closed the door behind her. Shook her head a bit. “Sheesh, her name fits her too well.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve tasted her treat...” Diamond smiled, speaking between bites of her ice cream. The velvety cream, the sweet strawberry flavor, how it coated her tongue in sugary goodness, it all blew her mind. Okay, I have to get a bucket of this stuff for home.

“Heh, I’ve tried to. Just a liiiittle out of reach...” Scootaloo smirked, shrugging as she leaned up against Diamond, spreading her wings and draping one over her shoulder. “Someday, though.”

“Hehe, talking about another lover when you already have one in bed? For shame, Scootaloo.” Diamond smiled, raising an eyebrow at the pegasus. “That’s a real taboo, y’know.”

“Ain’t a taboo to love everybody. Isn’t that one of the big things about harmony?” Scootaloo raised her own eyebrow, pouting a little. “C’mon, is it so wrong to spread a little love over everyone?”

“You spread it over my face, yeah…” Diamond Tiara muttered. “Well, I guess not, but it could end up making someone a little jealous...”

“Pffff! You? Jealous? You’ve got every stallion in ponyville in your pocket, sweetheart.” Scootaloo turned up her nose slightly and snapped her fingers, putting on a noblemare’s pout. “Jeeves! Get me three stallions!”

Diamond Tiara grinned, giggling to herself. “Oh, if only it worked like that. Maybe then it’d be difficult.”

Scootaloo scoffed, smiling lightly. “Such a player. Surprised I managed to get in your pants then.”

“Thing about me is, even though I appear very picky, I like all kinds of ponies. From the shapely to the buff, everypony’s just a different kind of sexy.” Tiara winked at her, reaching down and patting Scootaloo on the thigh. “Even your friend who just walked out...”

“Want me to chase after her and beg?”

“Well, hot as that may be, I don’t really want you running out there in the nude. And besides...” Diamond Tiara smiled, leaning over and kissing Scootaloo on the cheek. “...you’ve got a perfectly good thing right here with you.” She raised her hand, intent on stroking Scootaloo’s spikes, but then she notices some drops of chocolate ice cream had found their way onto her fingers. “Oh.”

Scootaloo immediately took ahold of Diamond Tiara’s hand. She licked her lips and wrapped them around her long and smooth central digit, and furiously suckled on it like a straw.

“What are you…” Diamond Tiara was apprehensive, but as she watched a desperate demeanor creep into Scootaloo’s snide expression, she heart started to flutter all over again. She even felt a little aroused by such a depraved affection. “Oooh, keep doing that.”

Scootaloo removed her mouth from Diamond Tiara’s finger, then lapped at her hand, as well as the chasms between her fingers. She then quickly returned to sucking down whatever ice cream was left, taking in her index finger, middle finger, and ring finger all at once. Diamond Tiara’s turquoise-embedded silver ring wasn’t even an obstacle.

After swirling her tongue especially strongly along Diamond Tiara’s fingers, she pulled away again. “Couldn’t resist,” she said. A strand of saliva still connected her to the silver ring.

“Uh…” Diamond Tiara was at a loss, for words or otherwise. She could only really trust her body to know what to do, which was to reach out and grab ahold of a vanilla ice cream cup, and hand it to Scootaloo. “Go for it?”

Scootaloo blushed intensely as she realized her fantasy was about about to come to light. The only problem was that one of her hands was occupied holding the very catalyst for that fantasy. “Di, couldja turn around, please?” she asked.

“Okay.” Diamond Tiara crawled out of the covers and turned, allowing her back to face Scootaloo. “Now what?”

Scootaloo reached out to Diamond Tiara’s bra strap. With a single upwards swish of her finger, the bra’s hooks came undone. “Woah.” Diamond Tiara clasped her hands to her bra before it could fall down her chest. “Hey now—”

Scootaloo then seized Diamond Tiara around her stomach and pulled, forcing her to lie down. Scootaloo sat on her stomach and ripped the bra away from her, dropping it out of her reach. “You’re the bowl now.”

Diamond Tiara scrunched up her muzzle. “Excuse me?”

Scootaloo grabbed the spoon and tapped Diamond Tiara’s hands. They moved away, revealing a picture perfect set of buoyant mammaries. They jiggled as Diamond Tiara’s hands abandoned them, leaving them exposed for Scootaloo to enjoy, and did she ever plan on enjoying them. She scooped every last bit of ice cream out of the cup with a single pass of the spoon and dropped it right onto Diamond Tiara. The cold, sweet mass of sugar and vanilla settled into her cleavage, already beginning to melt.

“Scoots, that’s cold as shit!” Diamond Tiara griped. Her complaints were quickly silenced as she felt Scootaloo’s tongue touch one of her cold, ice-dream dressed breasts. It was an alien sensation, the rough, warm tongue on such a cold, dripping glaze that was gradually covering her chest. “S-Still cold... but, yeah, that feels better...”

Diamond Tiara shivered as Scootaloo licked away, mewling as she dove deeper and deeper between those two delicious mounds. She closed her eyes and just lett her cheeks, muzzle and tongue lead her along. The sugary cream stuck to her lips and nose as she sniffed and nuzzled around, licking whenever she hit a wet spot, ears twitching with every moan coming from Tiara.

I’m a dessert platter for a celebrity. This should be every girl’s dream, and— The thought derailed when Scootaloo’s tongue passed over her taut nipple, making her emit a shaky gasp. The rough brush of her tongue sent a shiver through her. She reached up and stroked Scootaloo’s mane, biting her lip as she watched the thirsty mare lick and grope away at her breasts, cleaning up the white fluid.

Diamond Tiara went through with what she wanted to do in the first place and stroked Scootaloo’s mane. “Y’know, it sucks that you’re gay, because you could service a stallion something fierce.”

Scootaloo just giggled, raising her head slightly and licking the ice cream from her lips. “Not happening. All the dicks in the world don’t get me as moist as a little coo from you.” She leaned back down and nibbled on one of Tiara’s nipples, pinching the other between her fingers to get another squeak out of Diamond Tiara. “Alright... dessert’s all done.” She looked up at Diamond and smiled, furrowing her brow lightly. “Spread ‘em.”

“Scissor?” Diamond Tiara asked with a squeak in her voice. “Are we gonna—”

“Spread ‘em.” Scootaloo reached down and grabbed her recitant bedfellow’s thighs. She parted them just enough for her moistened panties to snag. “Dammit, why are you still wearing that useless thing?”

“Somepony forgot to take them off along with my bra?” Diamond Tiara grinned, raising her brow slightly before slipping her hands down to the hem of her panties. “Here, allow me.”

With a quick pull of her legs, she brought them together and up over her body, pulling her panties up slowly. The fabric slid across her ass, gliding gently upwards towards her thighs, to the knees, and with one smooth motion, up over her hooves and to the head of the bed with a toss. Diamond spread her legs slowly, tracing her fingers along her inner thighs, before they finally met at her soaked entrance. “There... all better?”

Scootaloo put her left leg over Diamond Tiara’s right leg, and let her put her left leg over her right. Their moistened slits lined up perfectly. “Oh boy,” Scootaloo muttered. “This is gonna be fun.” She dug her fingers into the blankets and thrusted her hips forward, colliding against Diamond Tiara, who held onto Scootaloo’s hips for support. She was able to meet the thrust and grind up against her, and with that single grind the long buildup she had been suffering turned into ecstasy.

Diamond grunted with the impact, biting her lip as her clit slammed into Scootaloo’s. The shock rushed up her spine and forced her hips forward, mashing her slit against her lover’s, squeezing her fingers harder on perfect orange hips. “H-Holy… Mmm, that’s nice...” She groaned as she felt Scootaloo’s soaking wet heat pressed up against hers, grinding so slowly it drove her mad. “F-Faster, damn you!” Her fingers dug into Scootaloo’s strong hips as she leaned in enough to press their breasts together. Her panting breaths mingled with those of her lover as she drove herself harder against her delicious slit.

The hot, panting mess in front of Scootaloo was several degrees of separation from the haughty damsel that she had gotten to know so well. Sweat riddling her marble-carved body, just enough strands of hair out of place to make her seem unkempt, eyes bulging, tongue hanging out. It was a magical portrait of regality turning into raunch. What made it particularly beautiful to Scootaloo was that it was she alone who brought it out of the pompous mare. A lady no more, at least for the moment, Diamond Tiara was desperately and unhesitantly thrusting and pressing against Scootaloo’s vagina. And here I thought she wouldn’t be able to keep up, she thought.

Diamond Tiara tucked her muzzle under Scootaloo’s chin and kissed along her neck, grinding up against that sturdy wall of muscle and soft hair as she desperately drove herself towards a well-earned orgasm. One her hands quickly went up behind Scootaloo’s back, fingers scratching down along her spine as she licked and kissed along her, huffing and panting as she thrusted away.

Scootaloo wasn’t even moving much, just grinning and making the odd hip movement while Diamond Tiara did all the work, though with all the stimulation her clit was getting from the model’s drenched slit, her vision was getting a bit foggy and her hips started making stronger and stronger thrusts in time with Diamond Tiara’s. She just managed to lean forward enough to grab one of Diamond Tiara’s ears between her teeth, eliciting a surprised yelp, before it fell into a moan of lust as she licked along the edge of her ear. “Get… Get a lotta practice before this, Di? Agh, shit!”

“Fffuck you, I’m… I’ve done this tons of— Mmm!” Diamond Tiara’s voice was lost to a clumsy, messy kiss from Scootaloo, although it was less of a kiss and more of a tongue being forced into her mouth. She accepted it with a hungry, wanting moan, finally able to control her own tongue. It met Scootaloo’s, prodding and swirling around it. She could taste the remnants of the vanilla ice cream. It took her all to keep playing with Scootaloo’s tongue while her hips kept mashing forward.

She felt pleasure rising in her gut, spreading outward, about to consume her entire being. This was the crescendo, and as much as she just wanted to stay like this all night, grinding soaked nethers with the hottest daredevil she could ever hope to fall in love with, she also yearned for the sweet moment of release and the shameful bliss that would follow.

“Come on, come on, Di…” Scootaloo hastily whispered in her ear, her voice an even blend of lusty and aggressive. “I’m gonna lose it, I know you’re gonna lose it, please cum, I want you to cum, fuckin’ cum with me, cum with me…”

Diamond just nodded and thrusted forward, yanking Scootaloo up against her in a mad kiss as she finally hit her limit, a powerful shudder racing through her as her body tensed up. Her hand pressed against the back of Scootaloo’s head, keeping them together as she calmed down from her sudden orgasm, tongue probing around inside her lover’s mouth as she melted from the blazing pleasure. “Mmmmm...” She mewled quietly, hips numb from all the work, though she wouldn’t be able to pull away anyways, feeling Scootaloo’s arms wrapped around her back and holding her just as firmly.

It took a while for the two to finally untangle enough to just flop down onto the bed, Scootaloo lying on top of Diamond, though they never stopped kissing each other. No words made it out of them, just constantly breaking and remaking their kiss, hands stroking and groping all over each other in a sticky mess of pure, unadulterated lust and passion, protected from the frigid cold air by their warm embrace and at least two blankets.

The melted ice cream was negligible.