TiM: A Lesson Learned

by Twidashforever

Chapters

Life Lessons
School of Hard Knocks
Extra Credit

Life Lessons

Author's Note

Twilight is Magic read order

Life Lessons

Carousel Boutique

“Mom!” Ataxia shouted at the top of her lungs.

“Ataxia, not right this second, I’ve gotta get this order finished by tomorrow.”

“Mom, I just want to ask—”

“Ataxia, not now!” Rarity yelled as she rushed to operate another sewing machine. She was half tempted to create the dress for Princess Celestia with her magic and be done with it. She squashed that thought almost immediately. Sure, she could create any clothing she wanted to, but, personally, they would never inspire the same feelings.

Dresses she made by hoof simply radiated in a way that made her take pride in her creations; the dresses she made with magic were prideless. They existed, they were there, but they were different. They almost seemed fake to her.

Rarity saw the difference, even if nopony else did.

As she rushed to get the needle positioned precisely on the dress and press the activation pedal, the machine suddenly spouted three teeth and started chowing down upon the dress. Rarity pushed back in shock as her work was eaten right in front of her. She powered her horn and shot the machine, blasting it to pieces.

“Ataxia!” Rarity yelled out as the turned to her daughter, fuming.

The purple-coated mare with the dark-blue mane was sitting on her flank, glaring at her mother with her horn set aglow by white. “Maybe now you’ll pay attention to me!”

“Go. To. Your. Room.” Rarity said each word through gritted teeth.

“I’m sixteen mom, a legal adult, you can’t make me do shit!”

Rarity did not respond to that. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Shaking her head, she turned around and went to see what happened to the dress. Opening her eyes, she saw the damage that had been inflicted. It was not a total loss, but it might as well have been. It would take her longer to save what she could than it would to just start over.

“Mom!” Ataxia yelled again.

“Ataxia. I’m going to turn around in five seconds. If you’re still there, Celestia help you,” Rarity said through a calm voice that betrayed how she felt right now, more than yelling ever could.

Ataxia’s eyes widened. She expected to be yelled at, to get some bucking attention from her mother. Instead, she got passive aggression; almost like she did not matter enough to even warrant anything else.

“Fine!” Ataxia yelled as she turned around and left.

Rarity closed her eyes and breathed out a sigh of relief. Ataxia was a nuisance on a good day, and this was not a good day. She levitated down another swatch of fabric and opened it up. “Why doesn’t she understand?” Rarity asked herself. Ninety-nine percent of the time, Rarity would drop everything to help her daughter, but the other one percent she simply could not. This was one of those one percent times, as this was an order for Princess Celestia. She had to get it done, and fast.

Sadly, her definition of what was ninety-nine percent of the time didn't exactly match her daughter's.

***

Ataxia’s stomps echoed all around the house as she fumed over her mother’s actions. She made her way downstairs to go somewhere, anywhere else other than here.

“Hey, are you okay?” Spike asked as he stood behind the counter.

Ataxia didn’t answer him. She simply stormed out of the boutique, blasting the front door to splinters as she left.

“That good, huh?”

Ataxia grunted at her father’s words as she walked out into the streets of Ponyville. There were days—albeit few in number—when Rarity and Ataxia got along great, fantastic even, this... this was not one of those days. As she stormed down the street, her eyes caught sight of the one pony she didn’t really want to see. Well, one of the few she didn’t want to see anyway.

Worse, when one was around another was never that far behind.

Ataxia turned away from the pony and did her best to ignore his presence. Dayspring Gleam had a way of being a condescending, insufferable ass even when he was legitimately trying to help; and to make matters worse, his twin sister, Aurora Flash, never failed to inspire certain feelings in Ataxia.

The mare was simply drop dead gorgeous. Over the years she went from being the cutest filly in Ponyville to the prettiest mare in Ponyville. And it did Ataxia no favors that she just loved her Aunt Rarity to death—or at least the dresses Rarity would make for her.

Ataxia had to clamp her muzzle shut just to prevent herself from drooling at the thought of her. That mare... it was like genetics beat her with the pretty stick. Every subtle rise and dip of her flank, her laugh, and even her beautiful mane, it all added up to make her the desire of almost every pony in Ponyville.

Ataxia gritted her eyes shut and ran past, not wanting to see either of them right now. She HATED Dayspring. Aurora… she could never hate. Even if she did take her brother’s side when he had confronted her.

It had been four years ago since that fight, but it was the first time Ataxia had ever truly considered hurting somepony. Really hurting them. In a way, she was really glad she hadn’t. Immediately afterwards, a little lavender alicorn filly with a rainbow mane flew up to her. She wrapped Ataxia in a great big hug and simply held her, not saying a word.

Shimmering Night and Ataxia soon became the best of friends. It had been wearied becoming friends with a pony eight years younger than herself, but Night grew so quickly you’d almost never tell now. She was amazing, and strangely, she liked Ataxia, a lot.

Ataxia liked her too.

So yes, she was glad she hadn’t hurt Night’s older brother Dayspring; or else it would have prevented Shimmering Night and her from ever becoming friends. Something Ataxia had been in dire need of when Dayspring and Aurora stopped being there for her.

Those thoughts almost caused her to run muzzle first into Princess Twilight's castle. She paused, staring up at the eyesore that was a crystal castle built upon a crystal tree at the edge of a rural town.

“Stupid castle!” She kicked it with all her might. Noting with dismay how it only caused her hoof to hurt.

“I don’t think Twilight would like it if you knocked down her castle.”

Ataxia didn’t even turn around to look at the speaker. She really didn’t want to talk to her dad right now.

“Ataxia, please…”

“Why is this thing even here? It’s fugly and not even used anymore.”

“It’s here because Twilight did something nopony else has ever managed,” Spike said. “You can’t know or feel it, you weren’t there at that time; I was. It’s no longer used anymore because Twilight and Rainbow decided it wasn’t a good place to raise their foals.”

“Oh please, I could whoop Tirek’s flank, no problem.”

“Ataxia, I think we talked about all that bragging and how it doesn’t exactly make you a better pony.” Spike sighed.

“So what? It’s true!” Ataxia snorted.

“My daughter, I think you underestimate the dangers that were around here at that time. Something I hope you’ll never experience. Not now, and not later as a grown mare.”

“Are you saying I’m not grown up‽” Ataxia growled.

“Sadly, I have to say that you still act like a horrible teenager to me and to your mother,” the dragon’s voice was without humor.

“Ataxia, the Terror of Ponyville,” she growled.

“Ataxia, no—”

“Don’t lie dad, I know that’s what they call me.”

He stood up straighter. “Ataxia, look at me.” His voice was a command, one that brokered no argument.

“Why sh—”

“Ataxia, look at me,” he repeated, more forcefully.

Ataxia sighed and turned to look at him. Spike’s pony form was large, easily as big as Big Mac ever was. His purple coat was a match of Twilight's, however, his light-green mane stood out in any crowd. Spike's cutie mark was a scroll in the middle of a green fire. He looked like a pony, and had fathered Ataxia, all thanks to Twilight and her magic.

Given, Twilight, Dayspring, and Rarity could turn him back to his dragon form in case of emergency. In that form, he was a threat few would ever want to face.

Right that second, he was looking down into Ataxia’s face, his eyes were full of love, hope, and disappointment. “Ataxia, you are who you choose to be.”

“You’re saying I chose to be the Terror of Ponyville‽”

“I’m still trying to figure out why.”

That caused her to pause. She looked down at his hooves, ashamed. “I don’t… I don’t want to be.”

“Then why?”

“Why what?” she snapped.

“Then why are you always acting that way? Don’t you realize that ponies will always judge you on your actions? On who you choose to be?” Spike asked.

“Because ponies only pay any attention to me when I do!”

“That’s not true.”

“YES IT IS!”

“Ataxia…”

“No, it is! All I ever hear is ‘Ataxia don’t to that, Ataxia stop, Ataxia quit it, Ataxia, Ataxia, Ataxia!’”

“Ataxia, stop!” Spike yelled. He had finally broken through to his daughter, but he was in danger of losing her again.

“And you! You always take her side! You always defend her!”

He didn’t know how the conversation turned to his wife, but he had to put a stop to this. “Do you even realize what you’re saying? We’re your family, we love you!”

“No you don’t,” she mumbled under her breath.

“What?” Spike asked, unsure what she had said.

Ataxia looked up, tears and hatred in her eyes, both in equilibrium. “I SAID YOU DON’T!”

“Ataxia!”

“NO! You always just apologize for me; you always make excuses and make me feel like an outcast. Well, you know what? Screw you both!”

“Do you think it was the same for me? Look at me!” Spike yelled. “Do you think it was easy for me? Everypony just saw the small, cute dragon. Do you know what happened when I was growing up?”

“You got power, respect.”

“Are you bucking kidding me?” Spike asked in total disbelief. “They avoid dragons! Hate them! They’d kick me out! If not for Twilight, Rainbow, and the princesses, I wouldn’t be here right now!” His last words were followed by a growl only a dragon could render.

“It hasn’t changed,” Ataxia said in a neutral tone.

“What?”

“They’d still hate you.” The venom in her voice was like a dagger plunging into Spike’s heart. “They’d still hunt you, they only don’t because you go around pretending to be a pony. They only accept you because you pretend to be one of them.”

“You know what? It may be indeed better if you just stay out right now,” he snorted before turning around. He hated to say it, but she had hit his nerve quite accurately and severely. “Don’t worry about coming home early today.”

“Like I care. That house was never a home for me.” Ataxia lashed out in tears before walking in the other direction.

Spike turned back, tears falling in his eyes as he saw her walk away. “Ataxia, one day you will understand that your mother and I both love you more than you can ever know. I just fear that day will come far too late.”

“You know what? As it stands now, that day will never come!” Ataxia shouted before running off.

Spike kicked himself for making the situation worse. He had been so close, they had been so close to a real change, and now… now she was as far away as ever. Smooth move, Spike.

He knew raising a foal would be difficult, but he never imagined it would be this difficult.

Ataxia felt even more tears fall as she ran through Ponyville. The town itself had grown over the years. As more and more royalty were born here, it was quickly becoming the new ‘hot spot’ for ponies to move to. Yes, that meant more ponies, but it also meant the town was bigger, essentially giving her more places to hide.

She quickly got lost in the maze of houses, running left and right until she was alone, away from everypony else. There, she fell into a heap on the ground, exhausted, tired, wanting to cry, but refusing to. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of any more tears.

Why's everything my bucking fault‽ Why can’t he see that it’s mom’s fault too‽

Her thoughts plagued her mind, running through all the ways that they still treated her as a foal, how they still apologized for everything she did to almost every pony they met. Briefly, she considered going to go see Night. That thought was shot down with the changing of the sun and moon.

It was nighttime, which meant if she went to the Sparkle household, she was very likely to see Dayspring and Aurora; the former of which she’d buck in the face. Even if she didn’t see either of them, she’d no doubt get a lecture from Princess Twilight about this.

Because of course you’d go right to her and tell her everything. Wouldn’t you, dad?

Ataxia got to her hooves and scowled at nothingness. She had no idea what time it was, but it didn’t matter. The only place she had to go was the one place she didn’t want to be: Home.

She let her hooves carry her, not knowing or caring where she would end up. Her path carried her around several more houses and businesses, she simply walked. One hoof at a time; aimless, directionless; soon, she reached the outskirts of town.

I guess I should go back now…

She had taken enough time to let her parents be worried about her, but still not enough that she would get anything worse than a lecture from her mother. Last time, she was over three hours late and Spike sent a letter to Twilight, who, in response, searched for her, along half of the guards set on night duty. While it had been entertaining for a time, it had caused such an uproar that it wasn’t something she wanted to repeat.

However, before she turned back to town, a new building caught her eye a little further away from town. It wasn’t new-new, but it was just that she had never seen it before. Then again, she hadn’t been this way... wherever this way was, before either.

Well, they can worry just a little bit longer. That thought caused her to grin as she walked up to check out this new sight.

She could hear music coming from it, loud music one might expect from a nightclub. With a smile, she started to trot and then gallop to it. I never knew Ponyville had a nightclub, she thought.

The closer she got, the more she could make out. The night was still relatively young, so they weren’t super busy, yet. The large beefy gray earth pony up front was no doubt the bouncer. He let in a small gaggle of ponies and then turned to see the teenage purple mare run up to him.

“What is this place?” Ataxia asked, a little out of breath.

The bouncer barely paid her any attention. “The El Mirador.”

“How much to get in?” Ataxia asked, peering around him.

He looked at her, his eyes going wide upon the sight of her cutie mark. The three question marks were facing each other. He had heard about this mare, everypony in Ponyville had.

“N-nothing, for you, M-miss Ataxia!” he quickly answered, opening the rope to let her through.

“Smart move,” Ataxia said as she sauntered past him. She smiled as she realized that there were in fact some upsides to her reputation after all.

Maybe there’s something to this...

She had no more time to consider that as the echo of the music grew louder and louder. Within seconds, she felt it vibrating through her bones, causing her thoughts to shake loose, as the music became everything.

The entrance to the club opened up to a sitting area that overlooked a large dance floor. There were a hoofful of dancing ponies, a few more at the bar to the left, and three sitting down, no doubt waiting for their friends to show up.

Ataxia knew that she’d normally never be allowed in here, not for another few years. Even being a legal adult, there were still age restrictions for certain activities, but the bouncer had been smarter than that. When it came to something she wanted to do, Ponyville was quickly learning the damage toll would be a lot less if you just gave her what she wanted.

Terror of Ponyville… It does have a nice ring to it.

As the song came to an end, another quickly took it over. Ataxia glanced left and right, her eyes adjusting to the strobe lights flashing over the dance floor and focused on a the white DJ with a blue mane and purple sunglasses behind the booth. Ataxia grinned as she saw a gray earth pony sitting nearby, her eyes never leaving the DJ.

Well, somepony’s taken.

That thought made her frown. Growing up, Ataxia kinda had a foal-hood crush on Dayspring. But after that bullshit he pulled…

She shook it off; it seemed love was just for other ponies. Besides, terrors don’t get love.

Her mood soured as she made her way to the bar. “Hey, give me a cold one!”

The bartender looked at her. She was a pale grey unicorn with a black mane. Her cutie mark was of two tall glasses. “Aren’t you a little young to be in here?” she asked.

“I think that’s between the bouncer and me,” Ataxia replied dryly.

The bartender huffed, but in the end pulled out a glass and wiped it down before filling it with the beer on tap. She slid it down to the purple mare. Ataxia caught it in her hoof and grinned. “Smart move.”

“It’s too early for this shit,” the mare said before walking to the other side of the bar.

Ataxia nodded in agreement before sipping at the beer. It wasn’t her first; Rainbow had snuck the kids that a few years ago. It was her first on her own though. The beer tasted bitter, flat, but it left her head a little tingly with every sip she took.

She quickly understood the attraction. It wasn’t that one forgot one’s troubles; it’s just that one stopped caring about them when drunk. Ataxia downed half the beer in one go, feeling her extremities tingle and go numb. I could get used to this.

Her permanent scowl became something else as the next song started to play. She felt… good. She felt happy and wanted to dance.

Quickly downing the rest of the beer, she placed the glass back down along with two bits, not knowing or caring if that was enough to pay for it. She walked to the dance floor as the beat overtook her.

With only four other ponies now on the floor, she had a whole section all to herself.

Don’t stop, make it pop, DJ blow my speakers up tonight,

Ataxia started to bust a move, not knowing or caring what she looked like; her back legs kicked out and her front followed suit. She smiled and laughed as she closed her eyes and let the music decide what she would do next.

Imma fight 'til we see the sunlight, TiK ToK, on the clock, but the party don't stop no,

Her smile increased tenfold as she carried herself with the beat. She wanted the music to be louder than it was. She wanted her teeth to vibrate in her skull as she danced to the music.

Her magic responded accordingly. Without conscious thought, her horn started to power up and the music grew in volume, louder, and louder as the magic coursing through her made her will manifest.

Now, the party don't start 'til I walk in,

Louder and louder she got her wish. Ataxia grinned, pouring even more power into her horn, into her spell. Unbeknownst to Ataxia, the DJ was doing her damndest to try and shut it down, to turn the knobs that were going insane off. Nothing she did worked though.

Vinyl even pulled the plug on the station, horrified afterwards due to the fact that it did not shut off. The music increased even louder to Ataxia’s wishes.

Don't stop, make it pop, DJ blow my speakers up tonight,

Her magic might have caused the volume to increase, but they could not save the speakers. At that moment, the main speakers for the club blew out, sparks and loud pops echoing around, causing Ataxia to open her eyes as the music came to a sudden halt.

Everypony around was looking with panic expressions on their faces, not knowing what the hey had just happened.

“Sorry ponies, technical glitch, we’ll get this fixed soon,” Vinyl stated to the crowd.

“Ahh man, it was just getting good,” Ataxia pouted as she turned to go back to the bar.

She didn’t make it though; it wasn’t the angry glares some of the ponies were giving her—the ones that knew her anyway—that stopped her since she was used to those; rather, it was her bladder that stopped her: She needed to pee.

A quick glance around found the restroom. She trotted over, eager to relive herself. The restroom for the stallions was on the right, mares on the left. She half-heartedly joked with herself about using the stallion’s restroom. Just to freak anyone in there out.

In the end, Ataxia went into the mare’s restroom like a good little filly should.

What she heard as soon as she entered, wasn’t something a good filly should hear.

“Mhmm, ah, right there.”

The voice was a moan of pleasure, one that Ataxia had only overheard twice before in her life. Somepony… somepony was…

“Yes, right there! Harder!”

Ataxia didn’t know if it was the excitement, or the alcohol, but she suddenly didn’t have to pee anymore. Her curiosity got the better of her and she snuck up to the large occupied stall. Not wanting to interrupt but more than curious to see for herself what was going on.

The stall itself was a standard design, one that granted more of the illusion of privacy than any actual privacy. The gaps between the doors allowed any pervert that wanted to see in.

Ataxia played the role of that pervert now. What she saw made her jaw drop. There were two ponies in the stall, but based on the noises that didn’t surprise her though. They were both pegasi mares, lilac in coloring. The shorter one had a pale green mane, her eyes unseeable because they were shut as she sat on the toilet, legs spread. The bigger pegasus stood directly between her hind legs, her mane a wild mix of blue and white.

Ataxia knew these ponies. The smaller one with the bow tie on top of her head, currently enjoying her taco being eaten was Flitter, a foalsitter for many different mares in town. The pony currently enjoying said taco was Cloudchaser, a local weather mare.

What was the most shocking, they were both sisters, Twins; as far Ataxia knew anyway.

Neither seemed to care about anything as Cloudchaser was going full steam at Flitter’s box, and the smaller pony loved every second of it. Without intending to, Ataxia’s hoof found its way to her own marehood and she began to furiously rub herself off watching the twins in this ‘uncouth’ bathroom sex act.

“Oh yes, sis, right there!”

“Yeah, give it to her!”

They both stopped. Ataxia looked confused, at first. That was until she realized that Cloudchaser was not the one that said that. She had and—to make matters worse—they had heard her.

Flitter turned around, looking at her sister who nodded. Both walked to the door and opened it, revealing a frozen Ataxia with her hoof still between her hind legs.

“Oh, look what we got here, sis. Some perverted filly,” Cloudchaser giggled.

That caused something to snap in Ataxia. “Hey, I’m not a pervert, I’m a mare.”

“I can definitely see that,” Flitter replied, pointing her hoof at the display between Ataxia’s legs.

The purple mare blushed and put her hoof back down to the floor. It didn’t do her any good, the fur pressed down on her hoof was a dead giveaway to what she had been doing.

“I think she liked watching us, didn’t you?”

“No,” Ataxia said with blushing cheeks before looking away.

“Ahh, she’s so adorable,” Flitter said, walking around Ataxia.

“You say that about everypony,” Cloudchaser replied with a smile.

“But look how cute she is, blushing cheeks, purple coat, dark-blue mane, she looks just like a little filly.”

“I’m not a filly!” Ataxia yelled.

“Obviously,” Cloudchaser said, grinning.

“Besides, aren’t you two the perverts? Having sex with your sister in the bathroom?”

Flitter blushed at that. Cloudchaser only laughed. “So what if we’re related? It’s not like incest is a worry between two mares. We love each other and like to have fun. What’s the harm?”

“I… well… isn’t it wrong?” Ataxia asked.

“Wait, I know her!” Flitter said, getting a good look at the three question marks on her flank, all three were now pointed a different direction from each other. “You’re Ataxia!”

“Yeah, so?” Ataxia asked, brushing her mane away from her face.

“The Terror of Ponyville telling us something is wrong. I never figured you’d be a stickler for societal norms,” Cloudchaser said with a grin.

“I’m not.”

“So then tell me, related or not, what’s wrong with two mares having fun?” Cloudchaser asked.

“Well… I…”

“And if they want to have fun in the bathroom, where they’re not hurting anyone else, what’s wrong with that?”

“Well, I guess…” Ataxia stammered.

“And if they want to invite a cute little mare to join them, is there any harm in that?” Flitter asked.

“Yeah, I guess that’s not… wait… WHAT‽”

“Ahh, she’s adorable,” Flitter said.

Cloudchaser rolled her eyes. “If you want to. We won’t make you, but we are going to finish, with or without you.”

“I… but… I…”

“It’s your first time, isn’t it?” Flitter asked.

“I...I…” Ataxia blushed furiously, but unable to keep her gaze from the siblings.

“Don’t worry, I know how to treat mares right. Ask Cloudy,” Flitter said as she walked right up and plunged her tongue into Ataxia’s mouth.

Ataxia’s eyes went wide. My first kiss!

Cloudchaser watched as her sister rocked the mare’s world. Flitter’s tongue immediately took charge, her experience putting her in the driver’s seat of the little exchange.

Ataxia’s tongue was hesitant but eager. As soon as the initial shock wore off, she started to try and copy what Flitter was doing. It was so strange having something moving in her mouth; it was something living, squirming, another pony.

It felt so slimily, so wiggly, and so… exciting. She lost herself in the kiss, willingly trading saliva with a mare she had just talked to for the first time in her life. It was so strange, so unusual, but so... so right.

Ataxia longed for the touch, her tongue burning as soon as Flitter stopped with her ministrations. To the young mare, it was like she just experienced bliss, something she always missed. And hell, she wanted more of it.

When Flitter pulled back, Ataxia’s muzzle took a few seconds to close. There was a small string of saliva connecting the two that Flitter broke with her hoof when she wiped her muzzle clean. “So, what do you say, Ataxia. You want a piece of our delicious cakes? I guarantee you, there is enough for a third mare,” she grinned.

“Yes,” Ataxia said on impulse, her body demanding more of what she had just experienced. “I’m in.”

“Oh, she’s eager,” Flitter said with a grin to her sister.

Cloudchaser moved up and lightly rubbed Ataxia’s coat with her own. She nibbled on Ataxia’s ear. “Who can blame her? You’re a good kisser.”

“Well, I learn from the best,” Flitter replied as she caught her sister’s muzzle with her own. “Mmhmm, you should kiss her next, you still taste like me.”

Ataxia’s eyes went wide, but before she could make a move or complain at all, Cloudchaser latched to her, sharing the sweet juices of her sister with the young mare.

This time it was Ataxia that pushed her tongue into the other mare’s mouth. The taste was so different than when she kissed Flitter: It was the same base, yes, but the topping, she could only describe it as a mix of fresh morning dew and the sweet taste of strawberries.

She pushed herself deeper and deeper into Cloudchaser’s mouth, seeking to get more of that wonderful taste for herself.

“Wow, look at her go.” Flitter smiled as she watched Ataxia try and mouthfuck her sister with her tongue.

Cloudchaser just let her. Ataxia was new and inexperienced, but the eagerness she displayed was not to be denied. Technique could come later, but for now, she simply let the mare play in her mouth.

Eventually Flitter got tired of watching. She walked over to Ataxia’s flank and cocked her head to get a glance under the mare’s tail. She had seen more than her fair share of nethers in her life, a reality of being a foalsitter meant bathing. Ataxia’s plucked slit was practically winking at her. It wasn’t wet, but she didn’t expect it to be. This was the mare’s first time after all.

Puckering her lips, Flitter blew lightly right across Ataxia’s marehood.

Ataxia gasped and almost shot to the ceiling like a cat. Her rapid movement breaking the kiss between her and Cloudchaser. “Ahh, Flitter, why’d you do that?” Cloudchaser asked.

“Oh, come on, that was fun,” Flitter replied.

Ataxia turned around to face her. “What did… ”

Flitter grinned at the shocked expression on her face. “And that’s just the tip of a very, very large iceberg.”

“What… what do you mean?” Ataxia asked.

“Let’s go back in the stall and we can show you,” Cloudchaser said as she walked by the mare, her tail flipping Ataxia in the face as she did so.

Flitter followed her sister, Ataxia quickly behind them. As soon as they were in the stall, Flitter shut the door and locked it.

“A-are we going to have enough room in here?”

“Mhh, we are going to show you position where we have more than enough room in here,” Cloudchaser cooed, inviting Ataxia with another flick of her tail and the view of her basically dripping marehood.

Ataxia’s eyes went wide. Sure, she had seen marehoods before, her own most of all; her friend with the odd glance, but this was different. Very different. This was one that seemed to be begging for attention, begging to be touched.

“Shall we do her first, or let her have a taste?” Flitter asked.

“I would love to see how eager she could be during her first time.” Cloudchaser winked, lifting her tail slightly more.

Flitter smiled as she gestured to the toilet seat. Cloudchaser grinned as she jumped on it and spread her hind legs wide, revealing her dripping snatch to both set of eyes that were staring at it.

“What… I…” Ataxia stammered.

“Do what feels right,” Flitter said.

She moved in closer, her nostrils feeling with the scent of the very pungent aroma of Cloudchaser’s sex. It looked strange, wet, and yet inviting.

She stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the sides of her slit.

The taste was similar to Flitter’s, but instead of strawberry, it had a hint of blackberry, wilder and stronger in its flavor, something she could get addicted to; she immediately started to lick more and more.

Flitter smiled as she watched her sister get worked over by this inexperienced pony. It was almost comical and cute watching her lick everywhere with no skill or technique to speak of.

Flitter moved up and whispered into Ataxia’s ear. “Slow down, it’s not going anywhere.”

“Let her feel it out,” Cloudchaser said, looking down at the two.

Flitter ignored Cloudchaser. “Lick around the edges, tease the touch, don’t simply grind your tongue like sandpaper.”

Ataxia didn’t respond directly, but she did follow the directions. Unlike some others that she could name, Flitter’s advice came more as a friend’s and less of a lecture. Her tongue followed a small outline of Cloudy’s puckered lips, softly teasing a deeper touch while never fully letting her be.

She was rewarded as more of the tastily liquid came out from between the lips. Cloudchaser’s coo of approval was a reward as well. In addition, Ataxia felt her own desires softly growing in her loins. She felt the need to rub herself, but for now, she let that go.

“Oh, yes, like that,” Cloudchaser moaned softly after the third such pass.

Flitter’s grin grew ear to ear. Ataxia was picking up on this really quickly. “I think you have a knack for eating pussy.”

At that Ataxia pulled up. “Why would I eat a cat?”

Flitter wrapped her hoof around Ataxia’s neck and squeezed her tightly. “You are just too precious.”

Ataxia blushed at that, unsure what she had said that eared such a reaction. “I- um…”

“That right there.” Flitter pointed to her sister’s marehood. “It’s a pussy, marehood, snatch, box, whatever you want to call it .”

“But I’m just licking it?”

She laughed again. “Figure of speech.”

“Uhh…”

“There’s much more possible than just licking, but don’t worry. We will show you some tricks.” Flitter gently breathed into Ataxia’s ear, followed by a small lick.

Goosebumps traveled up and down Ataxia’s spine. she shivered at the feel, the touch. It hadn’t felt as good as when Cloudchaser blew across her… pussy? But it was still exciting. Everything she was doing, everything they were doing, it all felt that much more exciting to her.

“Now, I think she’s more than ready, you want to sample the main course, or see what I do?” Flitter asked.

“I’m more of a… hooves-on type pony.” Ataxia smiled.

“And so eager,” Flitter replied, nodding back to her sister.

Ataxia moved back down, unsure what she meant but getting the gist. “Okay, this time lick directly between her labia, at the entrance to her pussy.”

“The what now?” Ataxia asked.

“Her labia.”

“Ummm….”

Cloudchaser asked, “Didn’t they teach you anatomy in school?”

“I-I got kicked out after... blowing it up four years ago, twice.”

The older mares both giggled, and Flitter gently kissed Ataxia before showing her exactly what she meant. “This here is the labia, the outer folds, sensitive spots besides her clit.”

“Clit?”

Flitter groaned silently as she pulled up another unknown word. “How about we give you a little anatomy lesson, after all, how can you truly know what to do if you don’t know what it’s called?”

“Umm okay?”

“Cloudy, would you mind spreading with your hooves?”

Cloudchaser nodded and placed her hooves on both side of her marehood, she pulled her lips apart.

“That little bud right there, that’s the clit,” Flitter said, pointing at the little red button that was at the top of her sister’s marehood. “It’s normally hidden under a hood but right now hers is front and center because of your actions.”

“My actions?” Ataxia asked.

“Yeap, you got her excited, so she’s responding as such. The clit is the most sensitive part of a mare’s box. However, you don’t just want to jump to that and start playing with it.”

“Why’s that?” Ataxia asked.

Flitter paused, unsure how to say this. She then glanced up at Ataxia’s horn. “Well, let’s put it like this. When you cast a spell you put your magical energy into it, correct?”

“Well, that’s what Twilight said, but it doesn’t really work that way for me. Whatever I want just kinda... happens.”

That took flitter aback. “Really?”

“Yeah, something about my magic being more based on like, chaos magic, or something. I wasn’t really paying attention.”

“Well then…” Flitter struggled with the right analogy, one the mare might understand. “It’s like a hoof-race. You go the entire time, but at the very end, you sprint to the finish. Saving the clit for last is like saving your energy for that one last sprint.”

“Umm… I’ll take your word on it,” Ataxia stated.

“Good girl. As you can see, Cloudy has her marehood spread just for us. The big puffy cheeks are the vulva, you’ll see that the inner and outer lips are spread open leading to the entrance. That little bit right there is the urethral opening.

“The what?”

“Where you pee from,” Cloudchaser said.

“Ugh, really?”

Flitter grinned. “Hey relax, she’s clean, I licked her myself before you came in.”

“Well, now that the antonymy lesson’s over, get back to it,” Cloudchaser said with a pout.

“Oh hush. So what you want to do is to lick her outer lips. When she get excited enough, they’ll part ever so slightly.“

Ataxia wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but everything she had done so far felt amazing. So she had no reason to doubt them yet.

Her tongue spoke for her. She followed Flitter’s advice to the T. Her tongue licked Cloudchaser’s outer lips until they opened up ever so slightly. “Now lick the inner ones.”

Ataxia did just that, she moved her tongue from the outer lips to the inner ones—thoroughly avoiding the ‘pee hole’ in the process though. It produced the same reaction she got earlier, her tongue tasted more and more of the sister’s juices.

At that point, Cloudchaser stopped spreading her pussy for the mare, there was simply no point. She leaned back and closed her eyes. Ataxia’s eagerness more than made up for any lack of skill; not that her sister’s pointers were lacking.

“Oh, I’d say she’s more than ready, stick your tongue as far in as you can,” Flitter said with a grin as she watched the mare work.

Ataxia didn’t need a second invitation. She plunged her tongue as deep in as it could go, pushing past the resistance of the mare’s walls and to the deep hotness that simply radiated from inside Cloudchaser.

She was rewarded for her efforts with louder moans of pleasure and a fresh supply of the juicy liquid.

Like a foal milking their mother, Ataxia hungrily lapped at the supply of juices. She got as much as she could, but even then she felt some start to coat her muzzle.

Cloudchaser’s coos became moans as she felt the eager young mare work her over. The tongue was like little hands massaging her most sensitive folds of pleasure. She fought back the urge to wiggle and shake her hips, know that it would likely throw the young mare off her game.

Flitter walked past Ataxia and to her sister. She reached down and kissed her on the lips, their tongues meeting each other as the bigger mare kept cooing in pleasure.

Flitter’s hoof reached up and started to play with Cloudchaser’s teats. They had learned over the years the best way to get each other off, and as such Flitters knew that her sister’s nipples were highly sensitive.

“Oh, yes, right there,” Cloudchaser moaned to both, breaking off the kiss as she did so.

“Okay, Ataxia, get ready. When I give the word, latch your lips on her clit and start to suckle it like you would a lollipop.“

Ataxia grunted in acknowledgment as she kept working the silver-maned mare over with her tongue. She was truly enjoying herself more than she thought possible. It was exciting, tasty, and fun. A type of fun that didn’t have anyone yelling at her or that she couldn’t piss anyone off by doing.

Flitter waited for just the right moment: that moment when her sister looked just about on the very edge of pleasure. “Now, suck that clit!”

Ataxia pulled her tongue out and latched onto the clit with her lips. She wasn’t exactly sure what she should do, so she simply followed the helpful advice Flitter gave her and treated it like a lollipop. She wrapped her lips around it and licked with her tongue, soaking it nice and wet, and then started to suckle.

Cloudchaser immediately cried out in bliss, the feeling burning from her marehood through her nerves until reaching her brain and putting everything to stop she wanted to think of. At this moment, she was nothing but a sensual, breathing, and moaning toy for the young mare to test herself out.

So as not to make too much noise, her second cry was caught by Flitter’s mouth. Her sister’s lips latched around hers, quickly followed by an inserted tongue as her hoof kept playing with Cloud’s teats, pushing the mare even further into a deeper orgasmic bliss, one she could not escape from, and one she didn’t want to escape from.

Ataxia in the meanwhile enjoyed more and more of Cloudchaser’s juices, until she felt the mare tremble and scream into Flitter’s muzzle. What came next, she didn’t know, and nopony had time to warn her. She released for a second to ask if everything was right, as the first spurt of Cloudchaser’s cum hit her straight on the face. As soon as she blinked her surprise away, she latched onto the orgasming pussy, sending the second and third spurt right into her waiting mouth.

She rolled the pure taste over her tongue, letting her taste buds wash over with it, and received another—yet much smaller—batch of juices directly on her muzzle.

The young mare quickly opened her mouth to try and catch anymore directly on her tongue; but sadly it was all over, at least that part was. When it became obvious there would be no more of the tasty liquid that would shoot out, her muzzle shot back to Cloud’s box and started to lick it clean. This time she simply let her tongue go wherever the taste was, not caring about where it licked.

Ataxia only stopped when she felt a hoof upon her shoulder, she pulled back, confused. “What—”

Flitter’s mouth cut her off, the experienced mare stuck her tongue back in Ataxia’s muzzle, licking her mouth clean of all the juices she could find, then she pulled back and started to clean the sides and below her muzzle.

“It’s rude not to share,” Cloudchaser said as she saw the look of confusion on Ataxia’s face.

“What was that?”

“That’s what happens when you make a mare cum. You can’t tell me you’ve never had that good feeling before when you rub yourself.”

“I have, but it’s never been like that,” Ataxia replied, blushing as Flitter kept giving her a ‘tongue bath’. Not that she wasn’t enjoying it.

“Let’s see what you’re like then,” Cloudchaser replied, jumping off the toilet and offering it to Ataxia.

Flitter pulled back, licking her lips clean. “Oh, I call first dibs.”

Cloudchaser kissed her. “Anything for my Flitter.”

“So I just…” Ataxia looked unsure.

“Only if you want to, but I can promise you it’ll be an experience you’ll remember for the rest of your life,” Cloudchaser said.

“Sis, we’re going to ruin her for stallions everywhere,” Flitter replied with a chuckle.

“Sounds like their problem.”

Ataxia laughed at that as she jumped up and assumed the same position Cloudchaser had. She suddenly felt something she had not felt in quite some time: self-conscious. The reality of the situation hit her at that moment: She was in the bathroom at a club she had never been in before, willingly exposing her hindquarters to two mares she did not know.

“You ready?” Flitter asked.

Ataxia’s thoughts turned to how others might view this. She thought of the disappointed look that Twilight would give her, the scowl of disgust from Dayspring and Aurora, and even the bitter-pill look that was quickly becoming her dad’s primary facial expression.

And then she thought of the look of utter horror Rarity would have.

“Let’s do this!” Ataxia replied, giddy with anticipation.

Flitter licked her lips in anticipation as she came closer, breathing in Ataxia’s scent for the first time. She was definitely aroused at her concentrated scent—something that made her only more determined to show the young mare a good time. As if on command, Ataxia moved her tail out of the way and gave Flitter a perfect view of her marehood.

There were a lot of advantages to youth, being new to everything, learning everything with a multitude of energy to try and experiment. However, nothing compares to good old-fashioned know-how. Flitter was a pro, an expert one might say. At about forty, she had a plethora of experience to draw from on all the right ways to treat a mare.

Flitter knew exactly how she could drive the young mare wild, so she started with small kisses as she leaned in. Her sister, in the meantime, peppered her neck and coat with kisses, only increasing all feelings tenfold.

As soon as the first lick, the first touch, the first breath touched Ataxia’s marehood, the mare was in ecstasy. She felt her body go stiff with desire, butterflies sprouted wings and flew around in her chest. She felt as light as air and heavier than Tom all at the same time. Something that was only settled when Cloudchaser began kissing her neck and chest, the mare’s licks and touches forming a perfect counterpoint to her sister’s ministrations.

Flitter couldn’t decide which she liked more: The taste of the virgin mare or the way she wiggled and moaned under her tongue. Then she realized one fundamental truth: If you don’t have to choose, why choose at all?

Flitter continued to lick the purple mare’s vulva—going around and around Ataxia’s slit—with her expert tongue. She repeated the same actions that Ataxia had used on her sister, this time with a much more experienced hoof.

Ataxia cried out in bliss, her voice echoing around the bathroom and back at the two. Cloudchaser just giggled, knowing that this might get them in trouble if she didn’t keep it down, and yet, at that moment, she just didn’t care. This was Ataxia’s first time, so why couldn’t she be as loud as the hell she wants and voice her enjoyment.

Ataxia was lost. She was lost in the double touch of Flitter and Cloudchaser. The experienced sisters went to town on her, building her up slowly in a way she had never managed with a hoof, showerhead, or pillow.

Flitter moved in towards to Ataxia’s outer lips. She suckled on the right side, biting lightly as she tested the mare with just a very, very small amount of pain.

Ataxia grunted her appreciation. She had no clue what had happened but knowing without a doubt she wanted more. More was exactly what Flitter gave her. She licked and suckled on both sets of the mare’s outer lips, teasing them open with her actions and the mare’s own bodily reactions.

“I think she’s enjoying it,” Cloudchaser said with a smile as the saw the look of utter bliss on Ataxia’s face. With a grin, she moved down and started to lightly suckle on the mare’s right teat, then her left.

Neither nipple was sticking out, but she didn’t expect them too. Ataxia’s body was very unused to these activities and while she was a quick learner, some things just took time to get used to.

Flitter moved from the outer lips to the inner ones. Her eyes laser focused on the mare’s clitoral hood. She could see the small, red bulb starting to make an appearance, but only just. Flitter wanted it; she wanted to see Ataxia cum like she never had in her short life.

After all, this was her first time, and what better treat than to make your first time world shattering.

Ataxia felt herself sliding down the seat, her body completely giving into the feelings the two sisters were causing in her. Her nethers had never felt hotter, or more satisfied in her life. Had she had the wherewithal to open her eyes, she would have seen an expert mare at work eating her out.

Sadly, eye control was the least of her concern. She simply wanted whatever they were doing to continue, to keep going. Her entire body was focused only on the pleasure the two sisters were causing her to experience.

Flitter smiled softly as she felt the young mare giving in more and more, bathing in pure feelings of bliss. She was determined to increase those feelings tenfold, starting to lightly rub the area between Ataxia’s labia with her tongue, always teasing with a short entrance, but not quite doing so.

She waited until Ataxia whimpered; then she gently pushed her tongue in, letting it get squeezes by the young mare’s contracting walls, determined to not let the pleasuring intruder go soon.

The virgin walls of the young mare’s snatch grasped on and didn’t want to let her go. Flitter chuckled at that, she had no intention of going anywhere, not yet anyway. She forced her tongue further and further into the mare, licking her innermost walls with all the skill she had.

Ataxia found her eye control when Flitter’s tongue found her g-spot. Right before the mare could scream, Cloudchaser’s mouth latched around hers. Ataxia felt herself tense and relax, her pussy responding in kind as she sought to milk the faux phallus that was still plunging into her box.

Flitter felt it too, but she had no intention of stopping. Rather, she increased her ministrations, licking and licking even more of everything she could reach.

When her eyes closed, Ataxia expect it to be over, and she expected both twin’s to pull back and let Flitter hop on the set. What she got was even better.

Cloudchaser moved between Ataxia’s lower legs, with a few kisses on her inner thighs she signaled her intent to take over to her sister. Flitter moaned in disapproval as she saw that her goal had finally been achieved: Ataxia’s clitoral hood had finally pulled back, revealing the little red button in all its glory.

However, as soon as Cloudchaser attacked Ataxia’s little bud, Flitter grinned and continued sticking her tongue back in as deep as she could and earning a wink of approval as the siblings started to teamfuck Ataxia. It took some work on both of their parts, with Cloudchaser moving up, Flitter down, each coming at it from a different angle in order to optimize the space they had.

Even with Ataxia’s last orgasm only ten seconds old, Flitter knew the inexperienced mare would not last long to both of their tongues going at it, especially not with Cloudchaser’s skill at manipulating the clit; the mare was like a gift from Celestia when it came to that little bit of fun.

With haste, she withdrew her tongue and did something Ataxia never expected, she stuck her feathers from her left wing as deep into the mare as she could, all in one go.

Ataxia couldn’t do anything but moan in bliss at the new feeling. The feathers felt so soft, yet strong as they tickled and pleased her insides, hitting every nerve she had, even some she didn’t even know of. Her hoof was nothing compared to it, just like the tongue, but she had to admit that wings felt a hundred times better.

Flitter grinned at the reaction and acted in kind as the young mare bucked back, trying to get more of the feathery appendage into her gaping pussy. The pegasus inverted her wing slightly, just like Cloudchaser would like it, and gently pushed it deeper, striking over the most sensitive nerves.

Cloudchaser saw it coming before it even happened. She had first-hoof expertise with what Flitter liked to do and when she liked to do it. Knowing the end would soon be there, she ran her teeth right across the head of Ataxia’s clit and then licked it off when the feather made entry.

“OH BUCK YES!” Ataxia shouted in a voice that would echo all around the club as she came. Her walls tensed and relaxed, squishing the feather inside of her and bending it at angles that would make it worthless for flying. Her front hoof reached up and slammed itself against the wall of the stall as she came like she had never imagined in her life.

The mare cried out in pure, unadulterated pleasure as the sister’s extended her orgasm for as long as they could. She had never, never, never imagined it would feel like this, that it could be this good. Heck, she had never imagined anything could feel this good. It was as if every nerve ending in her body lit up like a Heart’s Warming Eve tree.

After a few moments or a hundred years, Ataxia wasn’t sure which, the pleasure started to fade. She opened her eyes to find herself practically lying upon the toilet seat. She felt sweaty, filthy, and perfectly satisfied. Her entire body felt used and abused, and yet, if she had to pick one word, just one to describe this, it would be perfect.

Gone were the worries about what others thought, she simply didn’t care anymore. She was content, happy, and satisfied.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Flitter asked with a grin.

Ataxia managed to raise her head. “You could say that again. Wait… why, did I not cum?” Her eyes saw that neither sister was covered in her juices, not like she had been Cloud’s.

“You did?” Flitter answered hesitantly.

“Then why aren’t you two soaked in… in my juices?”

Flitter chuckled as she nuzzled the mare, “Not all mares cum like that, well, they can, but not all will. There’s a lot of factors that go into play, hydration, how comfortable you are, and even your partner can all make a difference.”

“I… I don’t—”

“What’s going on in here!” A mare shouted from the entrance to the bathroom.

Flitter rolled her eyes. That was the sign of the party being over. Well, not over, having to relocate.

“Nothing, we’re leaving.” Cloudchaser replied.

“I’ll get rid of them,” Ataxia said with a growl as she moved to her hooves, only to find them rather shaky.

“No need for that, we don’t want to get banned from the club after all,” Flitter replied. “Let’s just take this someplace more comfortable, like home.”

The word home rang in Ataxia’s head as she found her sea legs. She looked up to the clock on the wall and let out a loud sigh. “I should really get back tonight.”

“Really?” Flitter looked surprised.

“Really,” Ataxia sighed sadly, “Last time I was out this late they kinda got the royal guards looking for me.”

Cloudchaser raised an eyebrow, but then smiled. “Flitter, write our address down,” she said before leaning in and kissing Ataxia. “You come to our home tomorrow night, and we’ll show you some more things that will rock your world.”

Ataxia looked excited at that prospect as Flitter left the stall to grab a paper towel to write on. “What are you going to show me next?”

“Oh, that’s for tomorrow, if you’re up for it that is,” Cloudchaser replied with a wink.

“You can count me in.” Ataxia grinned.

Flitter came back with the paper towel and an address on it. Ataxia levitated the note up to her and read it real quick. What she saw written on it wasn’t just directions, but a little taste of what else they wanted to do with her. Blushing, she teleported the note to a pocket dimension that she kept everything she wanted private in—or what she didn’t want to get caught stealing.

“Well then, see you tomorrow, cutie?” Flitter asked as she winked at Ataxia one more time.

“You can bet on it!” Ataxia said with a shit-eating grin as she watched the two mares saunter out of the bathroom. When they were gone she looked up at the clock again. “Assuming mom doesn’t kill me that is. Then again…”

Her smile became wicked, very wicked indeed.

***

Rarity found herself at a whole new level of pissed off as she paced back and forth in the bottom floor of the boutique. Spike had—quite wisely—let her be, using the excuse that he’d talk to Twilight and try and find their daughter’s whereabouts. They both knew that was simply his go-to excuse for getting the hell away from her when she was this mad.

Ataxia would come back that much they knew for sure; the only question was when would she come back.

Her ears perked up and her head cocked to the entrance when she heard the doorbell chime as the door opened and shut. She saw her then, Ataxia, saunter on in and head upstairs like she hadn’t cost Rarity five hours of work, ran out all day, worried her father to death, yelled at him, and then been two hours late getting home.

“Where do you think you’re going, young lady!” Rarity yelled.

“Umm, to my room? Duh.” Ataxia replied with a roll of her eyes.

“Ataxia! COME BACK RIGHT… WHAT is this?” Rarity stopped in her yelling just as Ataxia climbed the first step, her back towards her mother. “What DID YOU DO‽”

Ataxia looked back at her, puzzled, that was until her mind put two and two together. Her mom was looking right at her soaked rear. Ataxia grinned, maliciously. “Oh that? Yeah, I just had a three-way with two sisters in a nightclub’s bathroom.”

“WHAT‽” Rarity yelled. “Please tell me you’re joking!”

“Twins they were,” Ataxia added as she trotted up the stairs with a smug sense of self-satisfaction.

Rarity fell down on her flank. She wanted to believe that her daughter had lied that she was just making lies up.

“Oh, and mom, they can eat pussy, I’ll tell you that much,” Ataxia added as she got to the top of the stairs.

“Y-Y-Y-You’re grounded!” Rarity yelled in a voice that carried over half of Ponyville.

“I don’t think so!” Ataxia said. “In fact, we’re getting together again.”

Rarity’s face went from white, to green, to blue as she looked like she was about to faint. “SPIKE! Come here right now!” she yelled quickly, before realizing that he wasn’t there and she had to deal with Ataxia alone. “Dear Celestia, please help me before I kill this child,” she mumbled, just to see Ataxia quickly sprint the last stairs up to her room.

Her mom’s cries of anguish were like music to the ears. A large part of her felt bad about making her hurt so, and yet there was a sense of self-satisfaction in having done so. In having finally found a way to get her mother’s full and undivided attention.

Ataxia opened her door, went into her room, closed it, and locked it with a spell only three ponies had any hope of breaking. Before she jumped on her bed, she could feel her soaked nethers the entire way home, but she found that she just didn’t care, not in the slightest. Those memories just brought back those feelings, and those feelings were amazing. Of course she had heard about sex before, but now that she had experienced it, well, words had nothing on that.

With a smile, she almost considered clopping before she fell asleep. In the end, she decided against it, not that she couldn’t if she wanted to, but because she was already perfectly satisfied. Flitter and Cloudchaser had seen to that, and her mom’s reactions, well, they were just the cherry on top of a rather delicious sundae.

A sundae that she just knew she’d enjoy again tomorrow. After all, when you’re the Terror of Ponyville, who’s going to stop you?

School of Hard Knocks

Carousel Boutique

“Ataxia.”

The young mare groaned as she rolled over in bed. She knew that voice; it belonged to one of a few mares that could literally make her life a living hell.

“Ataxia.”

By living hell, it was of the two mares that she couldn’t just bully to get her way.

“Ataxia.”

She blinked her eyes a few times, a smile appearing on her face as, even now, she recalled the memories from yesterday. The feeling of Cloudchaser’s tongue buried in her pussy, that smile was still there when Twilight’s form came into focus.

Her smile almost faded when she saw the look of disappointment? Scorn? She wasn’t sure what it was, but it was plastered on the princess’s face. With deliberate malice, Ataxia positioned herself ever so to put the evidence that remained of last night’s ‘debauchery’ on full display for Twilight.

“What? Are you here to yell at me again?” Ataxia asked.

“No.”

Ataxia frowned, then brushed her dark-blue mane out of her eyes with a hoof.

“What? I’m not worth yelling at anymore?” Ataxia asked. “After all, isn’t that your favorite game to play with me? The, ‘Let’s All Yell at Ataxia’ game.”

Twilight sat down on her haunches and rubbed her head with a hoof. It was obvious to Ataxia that Twilight was frustrated, but, for once, she didn’t believe that Twilight was frustrated at her; rather, she seemed frustrated with herself, as if she simply couldn’t find the words she wanted to say.

“Just yell at me and leave, I don’t have the energy for this.”

Twilight closed her eyes and sighed, loudly. “Ataxia, I’m sorry.”

“What‽”

“I said, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t parternize me!”

Twilight couldn’t stop herself. “Patronize.”

Twilight felt a strong pull of chaos magic as Ataxia tried to forcefully eject her from the room. With a raised eyebrow, Twilight canceled the spell almost effortlessly. She sighed. “I’m not here to yell at you, Ataxia. I’m not here to lecture you, to scream at you, or to tell you what you did was wrong. I’m just here to talk with you. That’s all. Have a conversation with me, and at the end, if you still want me to go, I’ll go.”

Ataxia glared at her. “So, let's see if I got this: now you want to talk to me. I have to go and have sex to warrant real attention from my grandma, the Princess of Bucking Friendship. Too little, too bucking late!” She used the term ‘grandma’ more ironically than anything else. Twilight and Spike’s relationship was never a clear-cut thing to her.

“It’s never too late.”

Ataxia’s eyes widened. She—notably—didn’t change position, but she did move her tail ever so slightly, as if to cover some of the evidence of what she did. “It wasn’t illegal. I’m sixteen now, I can do what I want.”

“I know it wasn’t and I know you are.”

“Then why are you acting like I did something wrong? Again.” The last word almost came out like a cry.

“That’s just it, I don’t think it’s you that’s been in the wrong.”

“That’s not what you said last week.”

“Yes, well, putting your actions last week aside, I mean I think it’s been us in the wrong with how we’ve handled you.”

“Because I’m a mare that needs to be handled or something, right?

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what the buck do you mean‽ Because right now you’re just coming off as a patronizing bitch!”

Twilight facehoofed. “C-Can we start over?”

“Yeah, because words are so bucking easily forgotten or something.”

When Twilight brought her hoof down, she was glaring at Ataxia, clearly mad. Good, at least I warrant some bucking emotion, Ataxia thought.

Despite her frustration, Twilight didn’t rise to the bait. Rather, she took three deep breaths. What she said next shocked Ataxia. “Tell me, how do you feel about what happened last night?”

“What?” Ataxia asked, perplexed.

Twilight continued. “I know how Spike feels about it, I know how Rarity feels about it, and I know how Rainbow feels about it. But in truth, none of them matter in this. I want to know how you feel about it.”

“Why… why do you want to know?” Ataxia found herself legitimately surprised that Princess Twilight would want to know about her first time. “Do you want like, details or something?”

Twilight shook her head no. “Please no. Rainbow might later, if you want to tell her, but that’s not the point here. I simply want to know how you feel about it. Looking back with a good night’s sleep, what do you feel?”

“W-Why aren’t you mad at me?” Ataxia asked as she got to her hooves and sat up on her bed.

There was a noticeable blush on Twilight’s face when she replied. “Why would I be? Ataxia, everypony has sex, or at least I hope everypony gets to. The only question is when. Heck, some have it a lot sooner than you just did.”

“So then why do you want to know how I feel about it?”

“Because sex, for mares and stallions, is not only a physical act, but also an emotional one too. And if you don’t understand that, if you don’t understand what you’re doing, it can really have a negative impact on you and anypony you’re with.”

“What? Is it going to mess me up more than I already am?”

“Yes.”

Ataxia felt rage building up in her chest all over again. For her, it was far, far too early for this shit.

“Get o—”

Twilight interrupted. “Ataxia, neither of us are leaving this room until we talk. The sooner we do, the sooner this ends, pinkie promise. Now, are you going to talk to me like the adult you claim to be, or do we need to settle in for the long haul?”

Ataxia huffed. “Don’t you have a schedule to keep or something?”

“Cleared the entire day, just for you.”

The young mare growled. She knew she was caught. There was no way she’d escape Twilight, not yet anyway. Her magic was strong, but nowhere near that level, yet. Briefly, she considered saying nothing, just letting the hours tick by until Twilight finally had to admit her bluff and leave.

She wrote that off as the boredom alone would break her before anything else.

Raising her right hoof, she started lightly rubbing the side of the other as she nervously answered. “It was… nice, I guess.”

“Without any details, or names, tell me how it happened.”

“I went to a club I hadn’t been in before. When I started dancing, I kinda… broke the speakers. After that happened, I went to use the restroom where there were these two mares having sex. They kinda spotted me watching, and then asked me if I wanted to join in.”

“And you said yes?” Twilight asked for clarification.

“Yeah, it looked like fun, and one was a really good kisser.”

“I see,” Twilight said, unconsciously wrapping her tail around her legs.

“Umm.. why are you doing this anyway? Why not mom, or dad?” Ataxia asked.

“Spike wants to kill whoever you were with, Rarity wants to kill you. I offered to talk to you myself as a compromise.”

“I’m amazed they care that much.”

“I’m not. I know for a fact that they both love you.”

“They don’t act like it,” Ataxia looked down at her hooves.

“Ataxia, I’m going to be honest with you—absolutely honest—but please understand that I don’t do it to anger you, okay?”

Ataxia looked up, nodding her understanding.

“On good days you’re a hoofful. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Then, can you, can you put yourself in their position? Try and see things from their perspective. Most of the town gave up on you, but they haven’t. I haven’t. They try, I try—every single day—to be there for you, to be patient with you. Rainbow tries too. We can’t give you all the attention we’d like, but we all make the attempt.”

“Unlike Dayspring,” Ataxia muttered.

“Day’s just... strong willed. I tried talking with him, but he’s convinced that—”

“That what?” Ataxia asked, looking Twilight dead in the eyes.

“That you’ll have to hit rock bottom before you’ll get any better,” Twilight admitted.

“That bucker, I’ll—”

“Tell me, what will you do to Shimmering Night’s brother?”

Ataxia’s argument died in her throat. “I… uh… nothing. Does… does she know?”

Twilight cocked her head. “Does Night know about what?”

“About, you know, what I did.”

“I was taken to believe that you didn’t regret it?”

“I don’t.”

“Then why does it matter if she knows?”

“It… it doesn’t, I-I guess…”

“Night doesn’t know,” Twilight said, noting the obvious relief Ataxia displayed. “You like her, don’t you?”

“She’s my only friend.”

Twilight was taken aback by that. “You really believe that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing… nevermind. Just… lament—regretting another failure on my part.”

“I-I got invited to join them again, tonight, the two mares I mean,” Ataxia said.

Twilight cocked an eyebrow. “Are you going to go?”

“Would you try and stop me if I said yes?”

“No, as you said, you’re an adult now. You can make your own life choices.”

“Then… yeah, I-I want to.”

Twilight got to her hooves and walked up to the bed. In one bound, she leaped up and sat next to Ataxia’s right side. She stretched out her left wing and wrapped it around the mare. “Like I said, it’s your decision to make. You’re a young adult, but even if you weren’t, the only pony that has any right to tell you what to do with your body is you.”

Ataxia felt herself melt into the wing-hug. It brought back feelings she hadn’t felt in quite some time. She felt loved, respected, and safe.

Twilight squeezed her tightly with her wing, feeling Ataxia surrender control—give in completely to Twilight’s grasp. She was momentarily taken aback when she felt Ataxia’s tears fall on her coat. “Ataxia?”

“I’m sorry.” Ataxia was crying, her sobs muffled by Twilight’s coat. “I don’t… I don’t mean to be this way, I don’t like hurting ponies, or being such a big troublemaker.”

Twilight wrapped a hoof around the mare’s neck and brought her in for a big hug, feeling her break down in her gasp. “Shh… it’s okay, everything’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. Everypony hates me!” Ataxia sobbed into Twilight's coat.

As Twilight held her tighter, she felt a few tears fall from her own eyes. “Ataxia, ponies only hate what they don’t understand. But that can be changed; the cure for hatred is easy: it’s knowledge.”

If anything, that only caused Ataxia to cry more. “But I’m dumb and I know it!”

Twilight cooed, “You’re not dumb. Don’t talk about yourself that way. And besides, nopony said you have to do it on your own. I’ll be there, Rainbow too, and Night. We’ll all help you.”

“P-Promise?”

“Pinkie promise,” Twilight stated, “cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

“You’re… you’re supposed to go through the motions when you do that,” Ataxia mumbled, never taking her face from Twilight’s coat but knowing by the way she was being held that she hadn’t pantomimed it.

“I know, but I think holding you is more important right now.”

“I agree,” Ataxia mumbled, causing Twilight to chuckle as they rocked back and forth.

***

“Rares, if you keep that up, you’re going to wear a groove in the carpet,” Rainbow said with a smile.

“That’s not possible,” Rarity replied.

“Oh, it is,” Spike and Rainbow said simultaneously. They both turned to each other and started laughing.

Rarity glared at both in turn and then back up the stairs.

“Rarity, I know what you’re thinking, but you promised Twilight you wouldn’t interrupt,” Rainbow said. “If you try to go up there, I’ll stop you, not that you could break through that shield Ataxia put up anyway,” she continued with a glare as Rarity took the first step.

“Nothing against Twilight, my dear, she is brilliant and strong; but I doubt that she can change anything in Ataxia’s behavior.” Rarity sighed. “It’s all I can do some days to not pull my mane out and just give up.”

Spike reminded her, “We all agreed we’d let Twilight handle this.”

“No, you all agreed to let Twilight handle this, I got outvoted,” Rarity replied, snarkily.

“You think I don’t want to hurt somepony?” Spike asked.

“Okay, enough you two,” Rainbow butt in. She didn’t want to play referee, but was left with little choice in the matter.

“Why are you here, anyway?” Rarity couldn’t hold herself back, for she was angry and wanted somepony to take it out on. “I get that Twilight’s here to deal with that foal’s bat-shit crazy magic, but you have no use here.”

“I think you forget that Ataxia is grown up. She’s sixteen, not six, so don’t try to simply roll over her here,” Rainbow scowled. “For the other part, I’m here because I’m where Twilight is.”

“Must be nice having a puppy that follows you around everywhere.”

“Rarity, you better shut up now or we’ll see how quickly this puppy can whoop your flank,” Rainbow replied dryly, her golden wings flaring dangerously.

Rarity opened her mouth to give a ball-busting retort, but at that moment, all three of them heard the door open upstairs and four sets of hooves come walking out. They cocked their heads to see Twilight walking confidently downstairs, Ataxia right next to her. The young mare was nervously pressing her coat against Twilight’s.

Seeing her daughter again, it caused something to snap in Rarity. Anger took hold, pure and unconditional hatred. “Ahh, yes, the whore of Equestria, everypony, my daughter, the slut!” Rarity said before anypony could stop her.

“Rarity!” Twilight shouted, however before she could continue the mare practically shoved Rainbow to the side.

“Don’t Rarity me! I want some answers on how the hay I raised a whore!”

Ataxia was practically fuming with steam and pulled away from Twilight. “Hey! Don’t call me that!” she exclaimed, walking down the stairs to confront her mother face to face.

“So what? Mother always told me to tell the truth! So: WHORE!” Rarity continued.

“Rarity, I—”

“Shut up!” Rarity hollered at Spike, “This is between Ataxia, me, and her behavior as the town's slut!”

“No,” Twilight cut in, “this is about you trying to control her. What she needs is understanding and patience, not to be yelled at.”

“Understanding?” Rarity said in a rage, “Sure I’ll give her understanding. Say Ataxia, help me understand just when those legs open for business. Help me understand just how quickly I’ll be a grandmother.”

“I don’t know, MOTHER, maybe I’ll see what Prince Blueblood is up to? After all, all one really needs is a fancy title to make you wet between the legs, right‽ Would that be socially acceptable to you‽”

A white hoof made contact with Ataxia’s face as a loud slapping sound echoed across the boutique. “You little…” Rarity started, but Ataxia officially had enough.

Before anypony could react, Ataxia’s magic spread the room, shutting them all up. She powered her horn and lifted Rarity up by the neck in her magic.

“This is the last time you act like that to me!” Ataxia shouted, her magic shaking Rarity to her core. “You’re my mother, yet you look at me like dirt on your hooves! I should end this right here and now!”

Suddenly, with a loud cracking noise, Ataxia’s spell was shattered. Twilight teleported between her and a struggling Rarity, canceling out the mare’s spell and the grip she had on Rarity’s throat. “Ataxia, no!” Twilight yelled.

“She deserves it!” Ataxia yelled. “She’s no mother of mine, she doesn’t give two shits about me!”

“Ataxia, I can’t let yo—”

Rarity interrupted Twilight’s speech, in a coughing breath she yelled, “Get out of my house!”

“Finally!” Ataxia cheered. “I’ve waited so long to hear those words.” She made her way to the door, but Twilight and Spike tried to block the way. “Out of my way. I’ve got two hot mares waiting for me.”

“Ataxia, please—” Twilight tried to say.

“And you, you’re nothing but a big fucking liar. Aren't you? You said you’d help me, you said you'd take my side, but when push comes to shove, you back her, like always.”

The tears in Ataxia’s eyes were all Twilight could see. “It’s not like that—"

“Yeah it is, she’s no mother of mine,” Ataxia spat.

“And you’re no daughter of mine!” Rarity yelled back.

“That’s fine with me!” Ataxia waved her hoof before levitating Twilight and Spike forcefully out of the way. Twilight smashed against the wall while Spike was sent tumbling up the stairs with loud cries of pain left in his wake, but at that moment, Ataxia couldn’t care less.

As the mare left the boutique for possibly the last time in her life, Rainbow nodded to Twilight, asking if she should give chase.

Twilight recovered, taken aback by the sheer amount of power the mare possessed right now. She glanced at Ataxia and then back to her wife. In the end, she had to shake her head. Chasing after Ataxia, confronting her, forcing her to try and do anything right now, it would only make things a lot worse.

“Good riddance,” Rarity spat in disgust.

“Rarity! I always thought of you as one of the best of us. Today you… Ugh, I can’t even look at you right now,” Twilight said before gesturing to Rainbow that it was time to leave. “I’m more than disappointed in you. It looks like we know who the true immature one is.”

The last thing Rarity heard from her friends that day was the door being magically shut with a loud bang as Twilight and Rainbow left.

“Hmm,” Rarity replied.

“Hmm, huh?” a voice asked.

Rarity blinked twice before looking in the direction of that voice. She glanced over to see Spike working his way back down the stairs, his forehoof held out in front of him. It was obvious he had sprained it, if not worse. “Spike?”

“You know, Rarity, I’ve seen the best of you, and, before today, I thought I’d seen the worst of you. But you just proved me wrong. I’ve never been more ashamed of you in my entire life than I am right now.”

Rarity fell on her haunches and dropped her jaw as she watched Spike, the little dragon that loved her more than his own life, hobble out of the building. “Where… where are you going?”

“I don’t know, but right this second, anywhere that doesn’t have you in it sounds better than here,” Spike stated. His tone of voice wasn’t happy, sad, angry, hurt, or any other emotion. Rather, it was neutral—almost as if he had no emotion left in him—as if, right now, she simply wasn’t worth having emotions for.

“Spikey…”

“Rarity, this is where we’ve never agreed. You keep acting like Ataxia’s a burden. You never saw her for the blessing she is.”

“Blessing? Ataxia?”

Spike looked down at his hooves. “I’m gonna go see if I can find her, tell her that she’s still loved; and yes, a blessing. You’re a pony, and I’m a dragon, Rarity. We never should’ve been able to reproduce, yet somehow we did. I don’t care if she has some strange magical abilities, or if she’s uncouth to you. She’s our blessing, regardless if you see her that way or not,” Spike mumbled to himself as he walked out, tears pooling in his eyes.

As had happened a million times before, the door opened, the little bell on top rang, someone walked out, and then it closed. And, although she had experienced that one act more time than anyone could count, Rarity had never felt more alone in her life.

***

Ataxia found herself battling her worst nightmare: Herself. Everywhere the mare turned buildings, structures, and the very ground itself would start to tremble and shake; almost as if they were asking for her permission to destroy themselves.

She wanted to give it, oh Celestia she wanted to give it so badly it hurt. Yet she fought it off. The mare knew from experience that ‘that’ would be the quickest way to give away her location. They could and would find her easy if she left such a trail of destruction in her wake, and right this second, she didn’t want to be found. She wanted to be alone.

Her desires manifested through her hooves. She subconsciously walked herself to the edge of Ponyville.

When she blinked, Ataxia found herself in the old CMC clubhouse, figuring that would be as good of a place to hide out as any other; she climbed the makeshift stairs and settled in. Right now, she had no place to go, no bits of her own, and no real plans for the future. Well, not until nightfall at least.

Reaching into her bag of tricks, she opened a pocket dimension and took out several items that she had ‘acquired’ and hid away with the note. With a grin she realized just how easy it was.

So what if I don’t have any bits? Ponies give me whatever I want anyway.

So what if I only have one friend? I don’t need a lot of friends anyway.

Ataxia sat and snacked upon several items that she had stored away. She was an adult now, maybe that meant it was time to be anadult. She didn’t need to live with her parents, hell, she didn’t need anyone. A few well place hints in the right pony’s ear and they’d build her a house. Either that, or they’d have to rebuild half of Ponyville.

Terror of Ponyville, Ataxia’s thoughts mulled over the title.

Ataxia, the Terror of Ponyville.

The more she thought of the title, the more she found that she kinda liked it. As nightfall came, she got up and stretched her hooves. “Yeah, if that’s what they call me, buck it, that’s what I’ll be.”

Ataxia found herself with the oddest feeling in her breast. She felt… she felt… self-assured. Like she finally knew her place in the world.

But first, I need a place to stay tonight. With a smile, she reached back into the pocket dimension and pulled out the paper towel with the address written upon it. And I know just where to go.

Extra Credit

Flitter and Cloudchaser’s house

Ding dong!

“I’ll get it!” Cloudchaser yelled as she went downstairs to answer the door. Their house wasn’t big, but Flitter was rather occupied upstairs right now. Cloud happily hummed to herself as she opened the door. “Oh, hey At—”

Ataxia plunged her tongue right into Cloudchaser’s mouth; surprising the mare while simultaneously forcing her back up against the wall. With her back right hoof, Ataxia kicked the door closed behind them.

When they broke apart, both mares were panting and out of breath. “That offer still open?” Ataxia asked, smiling.

Cloudchaser held her nose up, almost as if she were about to say no. Then, at the last second, she lowered it and smiled. “Of course, we were hoping you’d show up.”

“And I got all night too,” Ataxia added. “Actually I got the rest of my life, my mom kicked me out.”

“Oh no, because of us?” Cloudchaser asked, worried.

Ataxia shook her head. “No, it’s been coming for a while now. Good bucking riddance if you ask me.”

Cloudchaser cocked her head. “You know, if you want you can stay here for a while; I’m sure Flitter wouldn’t mind as well, I know I don’t.”

“Really? That’d help me out a lot. I should only need like two or three days, tops.”

“It’s fine.” The pegasus smiled gently. “Oh, this is going to be fun! We’ve got so much to teach you!”

“Can’t wait,” Ataxia added as she watched the pegasus climb the steps.

Cloudchaser turned around and winked. “You coming?”

“I have a feeling I will, quite a few times.”

“You can bet your sweet flank on that one,” the pegasus said, keeping her smile in tact as she rounded the corner.

Ataxia grinned and chased after her. As she rounded the bend and went up the second flight of stairs, she heard Cloudchaser call out, “Flitter, Ataxia made it!”

“Really? Be out in a sec!” the mare shouted from the bathroom.

Ataxia smiled as she had the mental image of Flitter with her wet coat and mane walking out of the bathroom. She liked that thought, a lot. Quickly, Ataxia followed Cloudchaser to a room at the end of the hallway, which turned out to be an enormous bedroom with a giant cloud-bed centered in it in the shape of a heart.

Ataxia looked worried at it. “That’s a cloud-bed, I thought those were only for pegasi.”

“Oh, trust me, you’ll be able to use it just fine.” Cloudchaser grinned. “A few small spells from a friend enchanted it, so even earth ponies and unicorns can use it.”

“Don’t get me wrong, but why?”

“Flitter has a job as a foalsitter. A few times she’s had to bring the little tikes over here. Some of them had nightmares and while one those nights she’d simply sleep in the spare bed room, that got… tiresome for me. So we decided to ask for help from a friend instead of simply replacing our bed with a normal one; our friend enchanted the bed to be usable by all different types of ponies. And from then on when the little tikes had nightmares, they’d just sleep with us in our bed.”

“With you?” Ataxia asked with a raised eyebrow.

Cloudchaser laughed. “Not like that!”

“Just had to make sure.”

Flitter walked out from the shower mostly dry, save for her mane that was currently wrapped in a towel. Ataxia grinned and teleported the towel away. “Hey!” Flitter said.

Ataxia walked up and kissed her on the lips. “What can I say, you look positively sexy like that.”

Flitter smiled when Ataxia pulled back. “Cloudy, I thought you said Ataxia was here. Who is this strange, take-charge mare in our bedroom?”

“Get used to it. She’ll be staying with us for the next few days.”

Flitter grinned. “Really? I might just have to take a few days off work then.”

“You can bet your sweet flank on that one,” Ataxia said with a smile. “What shall we do first? Eat out Cloud again, or can I try your sweet box this time?”

“Oh she’s adorable. But tonight we’re not in a small restroom stall. Tonight, we’ve got… options.”

“O-options?” Ataxia asked, confused and a little excited at what those options might be.

“How’d you like to be bucked raw?” Cloudchaser asked with a seductress’s voice.

“But you, I mean, are we going to invite someone over or something?” Ataxia asked, her eyes glaring down between Cloudchaser’s hind legs—just to make sure.

“There’s the Ataxia I remember,” Flitter said with a smile.

“Hey, shut up!” Ataxia shouted.

Flitter chuckled as she walked back into the closet and their box of special toys.

Cloudchaser chuckled as well, she lightly placed a hoof on Ataxia’s muzzle. “No, we’re not going to invite anyone else over, after all, we want you all to ourselves. And while, yes, we don’t have penises, that doesn’t mean we need one.”

“So, I uhh…”

“We have these,” Flitter said as she brought out a box held in her wings. She placed it on the bed and opened it for the young mare to peer inside.

Ataxia looked on in undisguised interest. “Fake cocks?”

“Exactly,” Cloudchaser replied as she pulled out one and started to slide the straps over her hind legs. “Me and my sister use them all the time, they feel amazing.”

“Why not just… I don’t know… get a stallion or something?”

Flitter chuckled. “Stallions are more of a one-and-done type thing. They almost always blow their load too early and then need time to recover. Heck, even if you do give them time, they’ll cum too early again anyway.”

“This way we get a stallion's fun, but with a mare’s endurance,” Cloudchaser added.

“So you two just stay with mares?” Ataxia asked.

“Well, normally it’s just each other,” Cloudchaser replied as she kissed Flitter on the side of the muzzle. “But when we do invite a lucky pony to join us, it’s generally a cute little mare like yourself. That’s not to say we’ve never invited a lucky stallion over though.”

Flitter blushed as she remembered the last one.

“You do both?” Ataxia asked, unsure how to take it.

“It depends. It’s one thing to be fucked by a fake-cock, but another thing to have the real one every now and again. Especially while in heat.,” Cloudchaser said. “I personally dislike stallions, but they have a use for at least one thing.”

Ataxia blushed. “Well, I can’t say that I dislike stallions. I… I’ve never really had anything with them since you two were my first.”

“Trust us. Stallions mostly think and act with their dicks. You’ll understand one of these days,” Flitter added. Unlike her sister, Flitter liked everyone, but she definitely preferred mares.

Cloudchaser grasped the straps Flitter was fitting on herself and pulled with her muzzle, making sure that they were good and tight. Once they were she looked at both of their accessories. “But that’s for you to decide for yourself, Ataxia. Some like stallions, some like mares, some even like both.”

“Hmm…”

Flitter chuckled. “Although I have a feeling we’re going to ruin her for stallions everywhere after tonight.”

“You’ve said that before,” Ataxia replied with a grin.

“And it’s still true,” Cloudchaser said as she walked over to Ataxia and lightly started to rub her coat.

Ataxia cooed as she felt the contact press against her coat; however, her eyes never left the dangling appendage between Cloudchaser’s legs. She didn’t know why, but she started to lick her lips at just the sight of it.

It wasn’t the first cock she had ever seen, a consequence of living in a clothless society, but seeing it on a mare, turned her on a level she hadn’t even known existed before. She wanted to touch her, to feel her, to simply devour her.

Ataxia didn’t know why, but as Cloudchaser touched her, she said, “I want you.”

Cloudchaser grinned as she pulled back, just to latch her lips on Ataxia’s. Flitter joined in as well, serving small licks, nips, and bites on the young mare's neck. One of those bites bit down hard. Ataxia expected to be pissed but yet she wasn’t. The bite undoubtedly hurt, but it was positive pain.

Cloudchaser’s tongue didn’t ask permission, didn’t hint at her actions, it simply dived right into Ataxia’s mouth, almost like it belonged. Ataxia let it; she welcomed it with all the affection of a lost lover coming home after a year being apart.

As Flitter worked over the mare’s neck, Cloudchaser worked over her mouth. She licked, tasted, and massaged every inch of the mare she could reach. Soon, even that became too little and Ataxia felt the mare’s right hoof reach up and start to rub the sides of her flank, playing with it, massaging it, and teasing it.

All too soon for her liking, Ataxia felt Cloudchaser pull away; a small bead of saliva connecting their muzzles as they did so. “Show me,” Ataxia mouthed. “Show me everything.”

“Everything?” Flitter asked, just for clarification.

“Everything.”

“I think we can manage that,” Cloudchaser said as she nodded with her muzzle to the bed.

For the first time in her life, Ataxia found herself eager to learn something new. She grinned and did just as she was asked. She jumped up on the twins’ cloud-bed, noting—with some shock—just how comfortable it was. The magic kept the clouds in the shape of a heart, and—as an added feature—it kept it temperature controlled as well.

Ataxia laid down on her belly and made a show of moving her tail out of the way. Cloudchaser turned and grinned at Flitter, who was smiling like a filly who just got her first pink bow.

“Well, sister. She demanded everything. What do you suggest first?” Cloudchaser asked.

“I call dibs on her muzzle, you can have her flank,” Flitter said seductively before leaping on the bed and Ataxia.

Cloudchaser smiled as she watched the two roll over each other, with Flitter ending up on top as they engaged in kisses and licks. “You always did love kissing,” Cloud said to herself as she walked over to the edge of the bed.

Of course this gives me two hot flanks to stare at, Cloudchaser thought, grinning.

It was a horrible problem to have; however, Cloudchaser didn’t let it get her down. Her eyes took in the dual marehoods of her sister and the young mare at the same time. Even obscured by the straps, Cloudchaser could tell her sister was already wet, but that had never been a problem for Flitter. Although, she swore she could make out a small shine over Ataxia’s as well.

A quick lick over Ataxia’s marehood removed all doubt. The mare was a quick learner, or at least her body was anyway. With a grin she dove back in.

The actions of Cloudchaser caused Ataxia to hooves-down lose the tongue war she and Flitter were in. Not that she really had a chance to begin with, but once her brain took in the first signals of Cloudchaser’s touch, it went from a battle to a massacre.

The young mare released moan after moan right into Flitter’s mouth. Flitter enjoyed each and every one of them, almost like they were the sweetest music she had ever heard in her life, playing just for her.

Though, in the end, she did relent. Flitter pulled her mouth off and watched as Ataxia arched her neck, showing off the fresh bite mark Flitter had given her moments before. The young mare opened her eyes as soon as she realized that they were no longer kissing. The confusion was plain on her face even as she kept enjoying Cloud’s ministrations.

Flitter stood up, removing her weight from Ataxia. The mare’s eyes went right to the accessory that was dangling between them, Flitter’s faux cock was resting on Ataxia’s stomach.

They both knew what would happen next. Flitter started to walk forward, bringing the plastic stallionhood up to Ataxia's muzzle. The mare looked straight at it and sniffed. It smelt like the sisters, but that was to be expected, after all, she was under no illusions that these toys weren’t well-used.

Reaching out with her muzzle, Ataxia licked the tip. It tasted like… plastic and the small after-taste of a marehood. She took the very tip of it into her mouth, latching upon it with her lips and softly pulling back.

The taste increased in her mouth. It had just the smallest aftertaste of honey. Enough for her to want more and more; Ataxia knew she’d never be satisfied regardless of how much she got. As it popped out of her mouth, Flitter looked down and chuckled. “Treat it like a lollipop, lick, suckle, roll it over your tongue, and play with it, just don’t use your teeth.”

“But you’re not feeling any of this?”

Cloudchaser took this one. “True, she’s not, but consider this practice if you ever do get with a stallion. The only difference will be they’ll shoot cum into your mouth.”

Ataxia couldn’t deny that ‘that’ sounded rather interesting. Briefly, she considered seeing if she could make that happen with Flitter anyway, her magic always being her go-to for making strange and weird stuff happen that wasn’t supposed to happen. In the end, she decided against it.

Truth was, she could make just about anything happen, but it normally took Twilight to change it back, and she didn’t want her two new friends to be mad at her for doing something she couldn’t personally undo. Even if she had the slight feeling that the siblings would thank her afterwards for the experience.

Ataxia slowly licked over the object in her mouth, taking generous care of it while trying to keep her teeth off it. As soon as she was slightly familiar with the feeling, she could feel Flitter slowly pushing it in deeper; bucking like a stallion would, just a lot more carefully.

“When you get past the ring around it, open your throat like you’re swallowing, if you want to try and get it deeper into your mouth that is,” Flitter stated.

Cloudchaser stopped her actions on Ataxia’s pussy at this part. She was more than a little curious on how Ataxia would do at deep throating for her first time.

Ataxia didn’t reply; instead, she merely tried to do exactly what Flitter told her. She felt the medical ring of the fake cock hit her lips and opened her muzzle wider to accommodate the extra girth of the plastic toy.

The head quickly pushed at the back of her throat, almost causing her to gag—almost. She fought back that instinct and started to fake swallow.

Flitter chuckled as she pushed forward even more. Not rapidly, just enough to help Ataxia along. “Breathe through your nose.”

Ataxia followed Flitter’s advice to a tee. That alone was strange for the mare, she never listened to anyone. Yet, with these two, they weren’t lecturing her, telling her what she was doing wrong; rather, they were trying to help her, to teach her something that would definitely be useful later on.

Cloudchaser’s eyes went wide as she saw Ataxia take the cock like a pro. The mare’s muzzle bottomed out on Flitter’s groin and slowly pulled back, only to stop halfway out and move back again. Cloud could see a small bulge appear in Ataxia’s throat every time she push it all the way in, the sign of the cock entering her esophagus.

“She’s a natural,” Cloudchaser said to her sister.

Flitter found herself enjoying it as well. Not the actual BJ, as there was nothing for her to feel after all. But the act itself was pleasurable to her. As she kept her eyes down upon the mare’s head, she found herself bucking her hips in time with Ataxia’s head movements, pulling out for her, pushing in with her.

Cloudchaser was snapped out of the view as she noticed Ataxia’s hoof start to work it’s way down to her marehood, frantically seeking to rub herself off as the faux cock mouthfucked her. Cloud nudge the hoof out of the way and moved up on the bed, her front hooves moving up to Ataxia’s sides, her muzzle coming within inches of her sister’s marehood, and her own toy lining up with Ataxia’s slit.

Cloudchaser smiled seductively as she pushed gently against Ataxia’s marehood. There was a small secret about her toy, something only she and Flitter knew. While Flitter’s was just a normal plastic toy, hers was enchanted, bringing the feeling to the one wearing it as well as additional feelings to the mare it was in. Another bonus was the release, or as Flitter always called it, the magic-shot down her pussy. Cloudchaser knew that Ataxia would enjoy it as well.

The sister waited until Ataxia had her sister’s strapon out of her throat before pushing in. Ataxia and she both felt the head enter the un-penetrated pussy. Ataxia’s eyes went wide as she felt it, a small spike of pain penetrating her to the core at the sudden entrance.

However, Cloudchaser’s ministrations had been thorough, very thorough. The mare was more than lubed up and soon the pain was forgotten. Ataxia arched her neck ever so slightly as she felt her pussy spread more and more to accommodate the penetration.

Cloudchaser felt like she was in seventh heaven as well. This toy… this miracle, it had been expensive, so much so that the sisters had to save up for it and could only afford the one; however, the bits were well spent.

She felt herself penetrate a mare that, until that moment, had only known a tongue or a hoof’s touch. She felt the warmth, the wetness, and the welcoming nature of Ataxia’s pussy spreading itself to welcome this new addition with open lips.

Ataxia lost herself to the feeling; it was a feeling of an emptiness she had never truly known—it was being filled for the first time in her life. It was like she had been missing something her entire life and only now even realized that it was missing.

Her eyes looked down her body, past the dangling cock still in front of her muzzle, to the connection of the other sister and her. She gasped as she saw how little had actually been placed in her, and how much more there still was to go.

Her own desires cause her to start to suckle on the cock in front of her face all over again. Ataxia wanted—no—needed to be penetrated at both ends. It felt amazing, cool, radical, and awesome all at the same time. She caught herself at the quick thought at how it would feel to have all her holes stuffed. That aroused her to no ends.

Flitter wasn’t let off easy either, as Cloudchaser pushed forward into the young mare, the sight of her sister's dripping marehood was simply too much to ignore. She leaned her head forward and started to lick around the straps of her sister’s toy. Flitter’s eyes shot wide as she felt it, then she smiled. Cloudy’s tongue never failed to stimulate her in all the right ways.

When the medial ring of Cloudchaser’s toy forced itself into Ataxia, her back arched and the strapon popped out of her mouth as she let out a moan of pleasure. Her neck fully extended itself, Flitter’s strapon forgotten as Ataxia simply enjoyed the feeling of the toy enter her inch by inch.

Her eyes open to see Flitter staring down at her, a loving smile on her face. “Enjoying yourself?”

Ataxia couldn’t speak, not right now, she simply felt too good. The mare’s only reaction was to nod, eagerly.

“Cloudy, mind switching toys later? I want to feel that mouth,” Flitter asked gently.

“Sure, just let me finish this,” Cloudchaser grunted and moaned as she slowly pulled out and served up Ataxia another thrust.

Ataxia’s eyes went wide as she felt Cloudchaser start to pick up speed. The first time, when Cloudchaser first entered her, it had been slow, careful, drawing out every single inch, feeling, and moment. Yet, after she completed that first push, Cloudchaser picked up speed, she pulled out at twice the speed she went in, and then pushed in.

Ataxia had never been more grateful in her life. Her body went from excitement of being full, to being disappointed at being empty, and then back to excitement at being full. Every time Cloud pulled out, it left her empty, disappointed. Every time Cloud pushed back in, it was that excitement all over again.

Flitter pushed back against her sister’s muzzle, despite her having intercourse with a mare for her first time, Cloudchaser was more than experienced enough to pleasure her sister at the same time. Her tongue and lips made short work in spreading Flitter’s outer lips, but she didn’t pull the straps out of the way, rather, she simply let them spread Flitter’s lips for her, causing a small amount of pain and pleasure to shoot through Flitter simultaneously.

Ataxia’s hooves moved down to her lower stomach as she felt her orgasm nearing. It was quicker than last night, but it also felt like it was going to be a lot more intense. She pressed her hooves against her stomach, feeling the relentless, unmerciful plastic inside of her, moving in and out of her faster than she ever thought possible.

Cloudchaser felt Ataxia’s orgasm coming, felt it tighten the mare’s pussy, trying to milk her. She increased her speed. The toy made her feel incredible as well, and, soon, she started to hammer into Ataxia, moaning and screaming along with the young mare.

Ataxia gasped and her eyes went wide as soon as she felt the plastic pulsate and bulge inside of her pussy, it happened just before something shot deep into her, quickly filling her pussy to the brim. Before she could even ask, Flitter quickly moved in with a kiss, seeing the mare’s fear and uncertainty.

Even as she felt the third, fourth, and fifth load shoot inside of her, Ataxia lost herself in that kiss. Her orgasm extended itself well beyond what playing with herself had ever achieved; and she hoped it would go on, forever. Had she had time to think, had she had the wherewithal to think, she might have considered that whatever liquid was shooting up inside of her, might be extending it, but thinking and Ataxia were not good friends, even on a good day.

Although, today was fast approaching a good day in her book, or at least a good night anyway.

The mare’s awareness that something had changed came when she felt the rather disappointing feeling of the strapon leaving her. She laid her head back, feeling the kiss break between her and Flitter as the sister got off her and stepped to the side. With her hooves, she moved them up to her stomach, feeling a sizable lump from the sheer amount of liquid that the wonderful toy shot up inside of her.

Cloudchaser laughed as she saw Ataxia’s hooves rub her distended stomach. “It’s a magical liquid that extends orgasms but it does fade away after a few minutes, enjoy it while you can. I know from experience that it feels amazing.”

“Wait until you see how it tastes,” Flitter replied, resisting the urge to clean the toy off herself.

Ataxia looked up as Flitter changed toys with her sister, attaching that wonderful, magical, strapon to her straps. “You going to shoot that down my throat?” she asked seductively, hoping for what was about to come.

“Don’t worry, the enchantment doesn’t fade off, it’ll fill you the same in the front as in your back,” Flitter said.

Ataxia rolled over, feeling her pussy complain ever so slightly, but she wanted to try a new position for this. Flitter smiled as she saw the mare roll on her rather full stomach and face her, her mouth practically wide open in anticipation for what was to come.

“Think you can shoot off before the liquid in her pussy fades away, sister?” Cloudchaser asked, smiling.

Flitter grinned. “A combined feeling? I think I can manage that, she’ll love it for sure!”

Cloudchaser watched as Flitter quickly checked the attachment and stepped up to the mare’s muzzle. This time there was no hesitation, no delay, no nothing. All three mares knew they were on a time limit and were fighting to beat the clock.

Ataxia took the strapon all the way in on the first go, her throat filling up with the flared head in the first pass.

Flitter’s eyes went wide as this time, she felt everything the young mare’s throat had to offer. Cloudchaser was right, she was a natural at this. The sister took charge though: She pulled and pushed, treating Ataxia’s mouth just as a stallion might a mare’s pussy.

Cloudchaser wasn’t just going to sit back and do nothing though; her eyes trailed down the purple mare's coat to the liquid that was dripping out of her marehood. Her sister had been right, it did taste delicious; but especially so when it was mixed with a mare’s sweet, sweet juices.

This time, when Ataxia felt the tongue upon her marehood, she didn’t bat an eye. Her senses were overloaded by the pleasure still radiating in her pussy and the taste of Flitter fucking her throat. She was fully relaxed, letting the two sisters work her over from both ends at the same time and loving every second of it.

Flitter grunted in pleasure as she fucked Ataxia’s mouth like a stallion. This time it was not with a normal piece of plastic, rather with a magical attachment that let her enjoy the sensations of the mare’s virgin throat.

Her hips started to thrust more and more, all on their own. She moved like a mare possessed, her eyes glued shut, her own orgasm quickly approaching. She simply wanted to pump the mare—at that moment, her mare—full, letting loose rope after rope down her throat and into her stomach.

Ataxia felt herself force-fed the liquid right into her throat. Had Flitter pulled out even slightly, it would have triggered the mare’s gag reflex; as it was, Flitter hilted herself into the mare when the attachment went off.

Ataxia just took it all and more, feeling her belly quickly fill with the tasty, tasty liquid as she swallowed everything. The additional liquid in her stomach, combined with the pleasure she was getting from Cloudchaser, caused her to cum for the second time that night. She felt her chest vibrate as she cooed, a sound that had no chance of making past the phallus in her mouth, but one she couldn’t stop her body from releasing anyway.

Cloudchaser was momentarily taken aback when a small amount of juices shot out into her mouth. She smiled as she realized that Ataxia had just squirted for the first time in her life, even if it may not have been all her. With a grin, she latched her lips on the young mare’s marehood and kept slurping up as much as she could; not that she was worried about making a mess, but because she didn’t want an ounce of it to go to waste.

Ataxia wasn’t even aware when Flitter pulled out. A good amount of the juices the toy shot off where dribbling out of her muzzle when she did so. With a smile, the sister started to clean Ataxia up the best way she knew how: with her tongue.

After the seventh lick, Ataxia almost caught Flitter’s tongue in her mouth. They both grinned and the lick became a long, drawn-out kiss as Ataxia’s lower stomach deflated from the evaporation of the juices Cloudchaser had deposited in her pussy.

Cloudchaser stood up. “So, how was it?”

Ataxia broke the kiss, panting, sweating, and smiling like a maniac. “That was amazing.”

“It sounds like you think we’re done,” Flitter said.

The young mare’s eyes went wide at that—but she didn’t deny that she was eager for more. No matter how exhausted her body already felt, her mind was more than willing. “W-what are we going to do next?” Ataxia asked, a little scared and excited all at the same time.

“Well, you are a unicorn,” Flitter said.

“And we are pegasi, how about we teach you the advantages that come with each race in turn?”

Ataxia cocked her head in confusion. “Sounds like fun, but I’m not so sure what you’re getting at.”

Cloudchaser giggled and lightly tapped on Ataxia’s horn with her wing, smiling seductively. That little clue queued Ataxia in on exactly what they were talking about. “You want to—”

“Let me ask, have you ever hit your horn on something?” Flitter asked.

“Well, yeah.”

“And it hurt, a lot?”

“Yeah, so?”

Cloudchaser lower her head to Ataxia’s ears and whispered the next part. “It’s because horns are… sensitive.”

“Ooooh.” Ataxia smiled, eager to get started.

“First,” Cloudchaser said, “we have to get it well lubricated. I think I could use some help, Flitter.”

Ataxia watched, wide-eyed as Flitter sauntered closer to her. Cloudchaser was on her left, close enough to kiss. Flitter came up to her right, and together, they both moved their muzzles up to the top of her head.

Ataxia was nervous, scared, afraid, excited, and apprehensive all at the same time. However, that all changed when she felt the mares’ tongues touch her horn.

The sisters moved in unison, when one licked out the other followed suit; their tongues traveling from the base of Ataxia’s horn all the way up to the tip, many times over. Ataxia’s tongue fell out of her locked-open muzzle. She couldn’t think, and she couldn’t control herself; the sensation, the feelings, they were all-consuming in her mind. Every single touch of their tongues was ecstasy, every pass was like the second greatest sensation she had ever known in her life; a list that was updating fast tonight.

In the end, it was Flitter that pulled ahead of her sister, bogarting Cloudchaser out of the way, Flitter wrapped her lips over the tip of Ataxia’s horn and started to suckle. “You never did like to share horns,” Cloudchaser said with a smile.

“Mmhmm, mhh,” Flitter mumbled as she started to suckle the horn as one might a sweet pop.

Cloudchaser pulled back as her sister’s muzzle took more and more of the horn into it. She had a faux hurt look on her face, but it was just for show. In truth, she loved watching her sister work over a horn. There was something about it that was exciting to the mare.

When Flitter pulled all the way off, the horn left her lips with a loud popping noise echoing through the small room. Cloudchaser whistled as there was a noticeable shine to the purple horn, a little leftover from Flitter’s saliva. A shine that indicated it was more than ready for what was to come next.

“T-that wa-as amazing,” Ataxia stammered as she tried to pick her muzzle up from the bed. “I-I mean, yeah the sex was better, but damn…”

Flitter and Cloud looked at each other and giggled. “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Cloudchaser replied.

Ataxia wanted to ask what about to come but as soon as Cloudchaser propped herself up, her marehood at a good angle, she gulped and knew it. Her tail started swishing back and forth with excitement.

“I-I just…”

Flitter nodded.

Ataxia got to her hooves and moved over to Cloudchaser, gone was the apprehensiveness, the nervousness, it was all simply replaced by excitement. Everything these girls had done with her felt amazing, and she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, there was still so much they could do together. She wanted that, this, and more; she wanted to know everything.

However, standing up on a cloud bed and trying to lower your horn into a mare’s pussy while still under the effects of your own orgasm proved to be a bit of a challenge. As Ataxia laid down between Cloudchaser’s hind legs and tried to hornfuck the mare, she ended up poking her three different times.

“Oww,” Cloudchaser said on the third time.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t me—”

“She’s cute when she gets flustered.” Flitter giggled as she walked over. “Relax, sex is only fun if everyone’s having a good time. You might say and do something stupid during it, but as long as you can laugh it off, it’s not a big deal.”

Ataxia looked back at the mare that was walking up to give her a hoof. “Really?”

“Yes, really, don’t be uptight about it, just enjoy it and let whatever happens, happen.”

As Ataxia positioned her horn again, Flitter helped guide it to her sister’s entrance. “You could’ve done this yourself, Cloud.”

“What? And ruin the opportunity to get both of you between my legs?”

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m your sister or your sex-slave,” Flitter playfully mocked.

Cloudchaser winked. “Maybe both?”

Flitter blew her a kiss as Ataxia pressed inward. Not even Cloud’s expertise could fight off this feeling. She cocked her head back and cooed, loudly as the magical horn pushed into her waiting marehood.

Ataxia felt amazing, her own sensations were bombarded with warmth, wetness, and pleasure. Pure and unadulterated pleasure coursed from her horn directly into her brain. This had the obvious effect of her wanting more, both on her horn and between her hind legs.

Flitter watched as the mare kept pushing into her sister, more and more of her horn disappeared into Cloudchaser’s accepting pussy, causing them both to coo out in delight as they enjoyed the moment. However, something else caught Flitter’s attention as well. She looked down to see Ataxia’s hoof raise to her marehood as the young mare sought even more relief.

This was something Flitter could help her with, so she moved to Ataxia’s back and lined up with her, the magical fake stallionhood still around her waist. Ataxia didn’t even have time to adjust as Flitter slapped her hoof out of the way and pushed in.

Ataxia yelped as she was suddenly filled with the stallionhood, making Cloudchaser’s eyes widen as she took the rest of the mare’s horn all in one go. Flitter’s bucking causing Ataxia to go all the way in.

Nopony said anything though as they quickly adjusted to these new feelings and sensations, with Ataxia laying her hooves on the bed and letting Flitter’s ministrations dictate the pace. She quickly matched the rhythm, rocking her own body back and forth, in and out of Cloudchaser in time with Flitter’s bucking.

If Flitter had thought Ataxia’s mouth felt amazing, it had nothing on the mare’s pussy. Ataxia was an engine that had been left on, it was running full steam, and hot, very hot. That warmth—that momentum—carried over to Flitter thanks to the magical attachment between her legs.

All of them enjoyed themselves, but none more so than Ataxia. She felt herself used and be used; she felt her body tighten up and release as Flitter bucked into her, she felt Cloudchaser’s pussy tighten upon her horn, her own sensations amplified to extremes by the sister’s dual actions.

Ataxia came. She felt her body tense up and the overwhelming pleasure wash over her, starting from both her pussy and her head then working through her entire body. But, if she had expected that would be the end of it, she was in for a world of surprise.

Flitter didn’t stop; if anything, when Ataxia’s walls clamped down upon her toy, she powered through it, continuing to fuck the mare with the toy.

Ataxia’s hooves went limp, her muscle control lost to the feelings coursing through her body. She moaned in pure pleasure as Flitter continued to fuck her—as her horn continued to piston in and out of Cloudchaser. She felt the pressure building up again and again as the two sisters introduced the young mare to a concept that had been foreign to her up to that point: multiple orgasms.

When her fourth hit, she didn’t know it if would ever end. Her entire body was a sea of pleasure, a tidal wave of nothing but bliss; however, the ending was much sooner than she expected as Flitter had hit the end of her endurance. In one pull, Flitter pulled as far out as she dared and then hilted herself in one go. Her actions caused her own body to be overcome with pleasure and the attachment to spurt out another deposit right into Ataxia’s waiting, dripping, and needing pussy.

The mare’s fourth orgasm rolled over to her fifth. Ataxia cried out with energy she didn’t know she had as Flitter lightly bit her ear to hold back her own cry of pleasure. The mare had gone stiff, holding herself as deep into Ataxia as she could while her body enjoyed this new feeling.

When she felt the seventh deposit made right into Ataxia’s marehood, some already starting to drip out and some no doubt finding its way to her womb, Flitter pulled out.

Ataxia didn’t want to let her go, her own body clasped down upon the toy and caused Flitter to drag her a few inches before she was all the way out.

“That… now that was amazing,” Cloudchaser said, looking down at the mare’s soaked blue mane and horn, and her own well-fucked pussy. The sister had lost track of the number of times she came.

“You’re telling me, but I think we broke her,” Flitter said with a laugh as she sat down on her flank and admired the attachment sticking up at her muzzle, coated with layer upon layer of Ataxia’s mare-cum and the juices it had shot out.

“B-buck no, I-I’m not,” Ataxia replied, shocking both sisters at still being able to talk.

“Hmm, then I’m sure you’re ready for the best part of pegasi sex; their wings,” Cloudchaser cooed gently.

“Sis, we don’t want to push her,” Flitter said.

“She asked for everything,” Cloudchaser said.

“I want your wings!” Ataxia growled, looking at the sisters, but a bit unsure on her hooves as she tried to get up.

“Well then, roll on your back,” Cloudchaser said.

Ataxia looked at her with a smile of excitement and thankfulness at not having to get to her hooves. She’d never admit it, but she was exhausted from all that. However that didn’t mean she wanted tonight to end. She wanted to go until she passed the fuck out.

Something she was sure to get this night.

As soon as Ataxia was displayed on her back, Cloudchaser walked closer, her wings ruffling eagerly. “The first, most important thing is that wings are nothing more than many different feathers supported by nerves and wing muscles. That makes them the perfect toy for overwhelming pleasure. They can reach deep into you and please spots a tongue, cock, or horn could never hope to reach.”

Had it been any other time, any other place, or any other lecture, Ataxia would’ve been asleep already. She didn’t have wings, and she was never going to have wings, so a lecture about wings would have bored her to tears before it even started. Now? Now Cloudchaser’s words enraptured her in a way no teacher had ever been able to do in her life.

Seeing the nod of understanding, Cloudchaser turned to her sister. “Flitter, would you like to do the honors and start us off?”

Ataxia gasped as Flitter smiled and unfolded both her wings to their full span. It was an impressive sight, and a beautiful one as well. She wanted those beautiful wings, and she wanted them right now.

Cloudchaser grinned and laid down next to Ataxia, presenting her own marehood as well.

“What are you doing?” Ataxia asked.

“She’s got two wings,” Cloud replied with a grin.

Flitter loved the view of Ataxia and her sister’s folds in front of her. Each of them wanted her touch, wanting to be filled by her. She was in no mood to delay her touch it and brought her wings closer, slowly closing the distance to her lovers’ eagerly awaiting marehoods.

Ataxia closed her eyes and turned away, choosing to feel this moment as opposed to watching it. What she felt exceeded her expectations and failed to meet them all at the same time. Hooves had been forceful, more about pushing against yourself to force the feelings out. Tongues, well, those were about stimulating emotions—somewhat forceful, somewhat teasing. The strapon, which was all about taking, forcing the way past your lover’s defenses, making them adjust to you.

Feathers: they were nothing but stimulation, teasing a possible touch, satisfying you, and making you want more all at the same time.

Flitter’s feathers teased both mares at the same time. The very tips of each wing ran small circles around the mares’ labia. They’d lightly pass over the outer lips just enough to cause the lips to almost wink before pulling back. Flitter grinned as she repeated this process over and over.

If there was one downside, both pussies were well fucked now, as such they were more than wet. However, even that came with an upside as after every third or fourth pass, Flitter brought the wing tip to her muzzle to lick it clean of their juices.

Soon, Flitter was sick of teasing. She slowly placed her primaries between the mares’ labia. As soon as she was sure that both mares were ready, she pushed in, giving Cloudchaser the feeling she loved, and Ataxia a completely new one to feast upon.

“How… what…?” Ataxia moaned as she felt what were basically a thousand little tickles on her innermost walls.

“Feathers… mmhmm… they’re naturally resistant to being wet, letting pegasi fly in the rain, well… ahh… they serve as great little teasers in bed as well,” Cloudchaser answered.

“And they’re Cloudy’s favorite,” Flitter said with a grin.

Ataxia had a feeling that ‘that’ was either because it’s what her sister had, or because Flitter was just so bucking good at it. She suspected it might be both though, especially as at that moment, Flitter’s wing found her g-spot. “Oh my Celestia, what was that‽” Ataxia cooed.

“Found her spot already?” Cloudchaser asked.

“Spot?” Ataxia asked.

“Your g-spot, it’s like a clit in your pussy. And yes, I now know where it is on both of you.”

“Really? Because I don’t—” Cloud started, just to let her sentence end in at a high pitched moan when Flitter’s wing rocked forward into her.

Flitter winked teasingly, then said, “C’mon Cloudy, I’d never forget where yours is.”

“D-d-do that again,” Cloudchaser stammered with a smile.

“With pleasure.” At that, she started to stimulate both mares at the same time. First Cloud, who she loved to see wiggle at the end of her wings, and then Ataxia, who—notwithstanding it being only her second time having sex with another pony—was quickly becoming a pro. Both mares cooed and almost jumped as she wiggled her wings back and forth between them. Ataxia would release the cutest coos and moans when she’d hit those high notes, but nothing beat seeing the look of pleasure of Cloudchaser’s face when Flitter stimulated her just right.

After another high note, Ataxia found herself grabbing Cloudchaser’s right hoof with her left; the contact was strange—considering she had fucked and been fucked by both mares, several times now. But this was the first time she had simply held one of their hooves. She looked to her left at the sister.

Cloudchaser was looking right back at her, a kind smile upon her face. Ataxia’s muzzle duplicated that smile, and she suddenly found herself apprehensive again as Cloudchaser started to move closer to her.

It wasn’t her whole body, just her muzzle and upper torso, after all, right this second, she had her sister’s wing halfway in her pussy. Ataxia moved closer to Cloudchaser, meeting the mare halfway as the two kissed again.

This time it wasn’t about control, or dominance, or any of that. They met in the middle, almost as equals as their mouths opened and their tongues danced with each other one more time.

While Cloud’s intention had just been to kiss her, she found she couldn’t help herself. Cloudchaser used that moment to teach Ataxia an age-old rule of warfare: it’s not the enemy you see that gets you, it’s the one you don’t.

While their mouths were busy, Cloudchaser’s wing wrapped around and started to play with Ataxia’s clit.

It was enough, way more than enough to drive Ataxia powerfully over the edge. Her pussy clamped down upon Flitter’s wing, seeking to milk a cock that wasn’t there. Ataxia cooed in pure pleasure as she came once more that night.

Cloudchaser rolled with Ataxia’s orgasm, her mouth never leaving the mare’s, and her wings never stopped. Even as Ataxia’s strength left her and the mare was forced to lie back down, Cloudchaser simply followed her, never breaking the kiss.

Flitter pulled her feathers out of both mares at the same time. There was a noticeable sigh of disappointment from both of them, but they had done more than enough for tonight. Besides, Ataxia would be living with them for the next few days. As such, they had more than sufficient time to play together.

After several minutes, Cloudchaser broke the kiss. She moved her body to lie on Ataxia’s left side. Cloud watched with a smile as Flitter crawled up and laid on Ataxia’s right. Ataxia was panting, but, somehow, still awake. Her most defining feature right now—other than smelling from horn to hoof like sex—was the huge bucking smile she had on her muzzle.

“So, did you have fun?” Flitter asked.

“Buck yes,” Ataxia replied.

Cloudchaser kissed her on the side of the muzzle and laid her head down upon the mare’s chest. “Good to hear, because we’ve just started your lessons.”

Ataxia smiled weakly. “I think I can get used to these lessons.”

All three chuckled as Flitter reached up to turn the light off. It was the perfect start of a great couple of days as far as the three of them were concerned.

***

Twilight walked into the kitchen and saw the oddest thing: Rainbow Dash was sitting on her flank simply staring out the window, smiling.

“Hey Rainbow, what are you looking at?” Twilight asked.

Rainbow opened up her golden, left wing for Twilight to join her. Twilight smiled and did just that; she walked over to her spot and felt herself encased by the magic that made up her wife’s wings. She cooed in pleasure at the warmth right before she took stalk at what had her wife’s attention.

Outside—in their front yard—was a sight she hadn’t seen in almost five days. A lavender alicorn with a rainbow mane was being pushed on a swing by a purple mare with a dark-blue mane. In a way, it was almost comical, little Shimmering Night looked like a fully-grown mare, but she was only eight, and as such still had the maturity of an eight year old, even if her intelligence far exceeded her age.

Ataxia had a smile on her face as she played with Twilight’s daughter. It warmed Twilight’s heart to see Ataxia happy again, especially after…

“I heard Spike and Rarity made up,” Rainbow stated while never taking her eyes off the two playing in the yard.

“Yes, but as soon as somepony brings Ataxia up, it ends badly. They’ll have to talk at some point, and I mean really talk,” Twilight said, the smile never leaving her muzzle.

“Yeah, you’re right about that,” Rainbow stated.

“Is it true she has her own house now?” Twilight asked.

“Yeah, that’s what I was told. The builders came by and complained about it. Said Ataxia all but threatened them if they didn’t build her one. They asked what we’re going to do about it.”

“Unless it was a real threat, or she actually did something, there’s nothing we can do,” Twilight replied. That wasn’t entirely true; but everypony knew that when it came to Ataxia, it was best not to yank the leash too hard. The damage that could cause would exceed the price of just giving her what she wanted.

“That’s what I told them, they… understood.”

“Faster, Ataxia!” Night yelled in joy, her voice carrying into the house.

“Ataxia’s in a bad spot, isn’t she?” Twilight stated, her smiled becoming a frown.

“Why would you say that? Because her mom kicked her out of the house, because everypony is afraid of her, or because she feels she can’t trust any of us?” Rainbow asked.

“Because she doesn’t have any friends,” Twilight replied.

Rainbow chuckled. “Really? Because I think she has a few.”

“Who do you mean?”

“Our little Night. Cloudchaser and Flitter—”

“You can’t call them friends!”

Rainbow smiled. “You can. I’ve seen them in the city. They bought a cake and ate it together, even snuggled up on a bench. I think they are good friends.”

“Doesn’t she need friends her own age?” Twilight asked.

Rainbow chuckled. “Does it matter? Neither of us can really speak of having only friends our age. I think you know it’ll never be that way for us again.”

“Hmm…” Twilight thought about it.

“And even if things don’t work out between her and the twins, I think those two… those two will always be friends.” Rainbow gestured to the two playing outside.

Twilight cocked her head and stared, watching as Ataxia pushed the young alicorn as hard as she could with her hooves. The purple mare had a smile on her face that betrayed the fun she was having with the young filly. “You might be right there, Rainbow.”

“I know I am. You can give me a bit more credit, I’m not just the fastest flyer in the world with a pretty face.”

“Yeah, you’re also my sexy wife,” Twilight replied, kissing Rainbow.

“And don’t you forget it!” Rainbow said with a grin as she moved in for another kiss, and then another.

Outside, Ataxia smiled with joy as she pushed the alicorn as hard as she could. The filly flew off the swing at its apex and took off into the sky before dive-bombing the mare. Ataxia caught her and they rolled over in the grass, laughing with each other all the while.

Twenty four years later

Author's Note

Well that was fun.

One of my biggest regrets as the series continued on was the huge gap between Truth in Meanings and Best of Intentions. It was a... rookie mistake that failed to establish the characters. As such, I've considered doing stories like this for a while know. Ones which showcase events that defined these characters but were only implied due to the time jump.

If this helps, if you enjoyed it, and if you want me to do more like this, let me know. If you never want me to do stories like this again, let me know that too.

One way or another, you can expect the next (big) TiM story to start up pretty soon. As I'm writing this we have almost three chapters fully written and I'll probably be posting the first chapter either next Thursday or the Thursday after that.