Chapters Life and Times of the Ladies of Canterlot U
Chapter 2: A Mile in a Baker's Shoes
Pinkie Pie yawned, the soft rays of the morning sun leaking through the bedroom window, and rousing her from her dreams of defeating the Murderous Mascarpone Malevolent Madness. “It was a delicious duel,” Pinkie yawned to herself, giggling as she rolled out of the latest bed she’d found herself falling into each night. Below her the sounds of women moving out to get their days of school or work started. Pinkie shook her hair out and considered running down to see the Dazzlings off, but decided against it once she caught sight of just how in need of a shower her poor hair was. “Aww are you all sad today Mr. Hair?” Pinkie asked, taking stock of the matted, and flattened portions of her normally poofy do. The semi sentient mass of bubble curls seemed to wiggle in place, confirming Pinkie’s suspicion.
With a shrug Pinkie sauntered into the master bathroom, the cool tiles bringing a bit more wakefulness to her. In a few moments, she’d started the shower and was admiring herself in the mirror as it got warm enough for her. In front of the mirror she took stock of her nude form, putting her hands behind her hair and puffing out her ample breasts, then turning to the side and bending slightly at the waist to accentuate her perky ass and thick thighs. “Yep still as hot as one of Mrs. Cake’s famous chili chocolate eclairs!” Pinkie giggled, giving a little bounce and putting a jiggle to her entire body. “And twice as creamy!” she cooed, the mirror starting to steam up from the shower heat.
Pinkie was soon in the shower, enjoying the deliciously hot water bringing her senses out of the sleepy fog that was almost always present in her morning routine. Her hair almost seemed to purr as she ran it under the cascading shower head, massaging the mass of curls into a long straight waterfall of hair. After several minutes worth of shampooing and conditioning she was satisfied and set to work lathering up the pink loofa with her favorite vanilla and cinnamon body wash. Pinkie always liked to take her time, sudsing up her entire body like she would a cake, running the loofa all over her pink skin and getting it nice and lathered.
Her hair cascaded down across her breasts and favoring the blurry reflection in the glass shower room door with a lathered pose Pinkie silently wished there was a camera on her. However, knowing she had places to be Pinkie put her vanity to the side, and rinsed off, finishing her morning routine quickly and stepping out into the steamy bathroom to towel off. Bending low to dry her hair Pinkie rubbed the mass of pink curls faster than any dryer could compete, and with a flip of the previously drench mass, and a sudden poof, Pinkie’s hair was perfect again.
Swiping the towel across the mirror Pinkie took one last look at herself and nodded with satisfaction, if it weren’t cold out she’d consider going to work in just her cute apron, but then the Cakes never let her have quite that much fun. Banishing her dreams of a nude bakery for the moment Pinkie skipped out of the bathroom, and threw on her typical pair of hip hugging jeans and a low cut white shirt with her favorite balloon pattern on it. Slipping her socks on Pinkie ran downstairs to see Adagio at the kitchen counter working on the computer, no doubt doing something related to whatever she did to make money happen.
“Good morning dear, long shift today?” Adagio asked, looking over her shoulder, the thin set of wire framed glasses hanging off her nose and giving her a very sexy school teacher vibe.
Pinkie smiled brightly at the Dazzling matriarch and nodded, “Yeah I’ve got a few special projects to work on, but if you wanna stop by Sugarcube Corner this evening I’ll whip us all up something tasty,” Pinkie said walking to the counter and grabbing an apple from the bowl of fruit they always kept out.
“Sounds lovely dear, I’ll let all the ladies know, we can make a little night of it together,” Adagio said, not too subtly eyeing the impressive way those jeans hugged Pinkie’s ass. Pinkie noticed as much and bent across the counter so that the jeans rode just a little lower. “Though if you don’t get going soon I may indulge early,” Adagio said with a chuckle, causing Pinkie to giggle herself.
“If I must,” Pinkie said with a dramatic sigh, taking the winter coat she'd draped over the bar chair to Adagio’s left, and kissing her on the cheek. “I’ll see you all tonight!” Pinkie said and with a quick run was out the door and in her pastel pink smart car.
“That woman really does make me feel young again,” Adagio sighed, shooting a message to her lovers and friends on the social media app she had open behind the spreadsheets and emails she had been working on. Smiling gently Adagio went back to her figures, deciding putting in plenty of work would let her sleep in after what would no doubt be a long night.
The Cupcake-9000 zipped through traffic on Canterlot’s streets as she made her way to Sugarcube Corner. Bouncy pop music blared from the speakers as Pinkie followed the beat with her body. Drivers would likely have been safer if the stereo fizzled out, but after a few minutes Pinkie had safely parked her tiny vehicle in her spot behind the sweet shop, leaving only four cases of drivers with near heart attacks from her driving. Leaping out of her car Pinkie ran into the back door and took a deep breath. So many lovely scents, the cinnamon and cardamom mixing with the delicate scents of yeast, and the thick sweetness of buttercream.
“Hello my lovelies, Mama Pinkie is home,” Pinkie sang to the ingredients, earning a giggle from Mrs. Cake as she removed a pan of muffins from the massive oven at the side of the room, against the wall.
“And good morning to you Pinkie,” Mrs. Cake said warmly, placing the muffins on a cooling rack and removing the oven mitts to embrace her favorite apprentice. “A touch early though aren’t we? Have those new girlfriends of yours been instilling less of a night life in you?” she asked in a motherly tone, examining the pinkette. She was looking a bit brighter since her departure from the constant night life at Lyra and Bon Bon’s, but Mrs. Cake always worried about her little soft hearted dumpling. True she wasn’t blood, but Mrs. Cake always saw her as an honorary member of the Cakes.
“Maybe a little, Adagio always tries to get us into bed a little early,” Pinkie giggled, returning the hug with her usual vigor.
“Oh my, to be young and adventurous again,” Mrs. Cake giggled, trying to push out the images of just what the crimson eyed woman might do to wear out her apprentice.
“You’re just as young and adventurous as the day I met you Cup Cake,” Mr. Cake chuckled entering the kitchen from the front and pecking his wife on the cheek. Mrs. Cake simply blushed as Pinkie giggled. “As for you Pinkamena, the shop is pretty quiet right now, so you can get on Fancy Pants’ request if you want,” Mr. Cake said pointing to the drawing Pinkie had pinned up in her section of the bakery.
“Oh yeah I can’t wait to get that done! Promise to teach me how to fold marzipan for it later like I asked? Pinkie asked moving to put on her apron and chef’s hat. The large drawing outlined many places in which the gallery opening centerpiece cake would need extremely fine details. Pinkie had dreamed of making pastries this complex, and this was her first real opportunity to lead the project.
“Of course Pinkie, but don’t sweat too much about it, the micro details. You know my saying,” Mr. Cake said winking at his wife.
“It’s gotta look good across the room, but taste even better on the plate!” Pinkie repeated, her back straight and her arm saluting like a proper soldier.
“Oh it’s like seeing my student go off for college, I’m so proud!” Mr. Cake said, sniffling at the joyful pride welling in his heart and inspiring his manliest tears.
Mrs. Cake simply rolled her eyes, and led her husband to the front of the shop. “Come now dear let’s go get the displays ready and prepare for the the university students’ first break,” she said, patting her sobbing husband’s back as she pushed him through the door.
Pinkie giggled and began the practiced process of creating the most important part of the cake. Ten minutes later saw her measuring out eggs, flour, milk, salt and a few special ingredients to give each layer a special touch beyond ordinary white cake. Six separate bowls of batter, six flavors of cake working to harmonize into something truly spectacular. Normally she might dye each layer, or work to combine chocolate with red velvet and yellow cake, but this was a cake for a bunch of snooty people; this needed a level of elegance to it.
Pinkie smiled to herself, smelling the delightful aroma of uncooked batter, picking out each subtle variant of what was essentially the same recipe. She then began carefully pouring them in their respective moulds and placing them in the multi layered baking oven. Each pan seemed far too large for just one layer cake, but Pinkie had plans for the extra volume. For now however she occupied herself with creating the numerous decorations for the layers. Marzipan, frostings, and sugar based paint in all colors, all prepared across the course of half an hour, and placed in the refrigerator to wait for their time to shine.
“Alright, just another hour or two and I can get on that one, next up is the Pinkie Pie specialty!” Pinkie said happily to herself, moving to the second set of mixing bowls she had placed on the stainless steel counter to the side. Beside them sat numerous cupcake tins already prepared for their contents to be poured in. With a happy hum as she worked Pinkie again prepared cake batter, this time using several different varieties of ingredients. Red velvet, lemon, raspberry, triple fudge, angel food, and even champagne wedding cake were all painstakingly whipped up in batches befitting a gathering of hundreds.
Just as she’d finished a triple batch of red velvet batter Pinkie heard the alarm go off for her layers. A few tests with a toothpick and one cooling rack transport later, the layers were entering stage two of the creation process. This was Pinkie’s art, the subtle science of baking mixed with her own magical flair, and if one were to peek in they would only see a pink blur working about the kitchen as the time on the clock seemed to pass in fast forward.
“Hey Pinkie, your friends are all here!” Mr. Cake’s voice rang from the front, causing the flour covered pinkette to look at the clock for the first time. She’d spent a full five hours readying everything, decorating cupcakes, and doing everything with the layer cake but putting on the most advanced touches with the delicate fondant. It wasn’t bad progress, but she knew tomorrow she’d need to finish the detailed work with Mr. Cake, but casting aside her worries Pinkie dusted her palms off and moved to the door.
There in the lobby were all of her friends, some sipping on soda, Rainbow in an arm wrestling match with Aria, and Rarity talking costumes with Adagio. “Hey gals! Ready for a special surprise?” Pinkie asked, earning cheers from all present. Pinkie smiled wide, that warm fuzzy feeling in her tummy growing as she grabbed the selection of cupcakes she’d made for the little taste test. Sure, making a really big party for the rich people was great, but nothing quite compared to sharing the fruits of her labor with her friends.
Pinkie presented her creations with flourish to the ladies, a collection of massive cupcakes of each flavor she’d made for the party. The icing swirled in a varied expression of colors, some reserved only for present company as the elite of Canterlot might not like buttercream breasts on their lemon cupcake. “Damn Pinkie these are some awesome cupcakes,” Rainbow Dash said picking up a huge lemon cream cupcake, only to be smacked by Rarity.
“Yes darling they are lovely, and I’m certain we’ll enjoy sharing a taste of each one,” Rarity said, eyeing the selection with approval.
“You’re right in that line of thought Rarity,” Adagio said, sipping from her bottle of water, and earning strange looks from all present. “Some of these were created for that gallery of modern art opening, are they not?” Adagio continued, earning a slack jawed look from both Pinkie and Rarity.
“How in the world could you have known?” Rarity began earning a wink from the Siren matriarch.
“Call it woman’s intuition, I’d hate you to feel I was violating that precious mind of yours,” Adagio said huskily, bringing a blush to the alabaster cheeks of her intended prey.
“Yup got it on the nose Dagi. I figured I’d make some extra and use you guys as guinea pigs. If it’s good enough for my favorite ladies then it’s way too good for the snooty people,” Pinkie said, scratching behind her head as she giggled.
“Well shoot darlin’ I’m not gonna complain, third best time I’ve ever been the test subject for somethin’,” AJ said, moving to take a finger pull of cupcake. Suddenly her shoulder felt very cold, and looking to her side she saw Rarity holding up a fork, a neutral expression gracing her placid features. Somewhere south of her belt AJ could feel a stirring, and so taking the fork she began cutting into the triple fudge cupcake, wrapper and all.
“Damn Pinks, even busted out the edible wrappers?” Sunset asked, taking a bite of the delicious red velvet and buttercream cupcake. The wrapper was simple, it just sorta melted like spun sugar, but the richness of the cupcake was a pure taste of heaven. As much as AJ was clearly touched by Rarity in that moment Sunset found herself moaning softly at the flavor in her mouth.
The women present went wide eyed as a blush spread across Sunset’s face, her eyes half lidded as she chewed. Aria and Sonata raised their fists to Pinkie, receiving a fist bump each. “Foodgasms are a side effect of the Pinkie special,” Pinkie giggled, behind the counter two sets of eyes rolled, as they moved to flip the open sign to closed. No reason to expose the late night patrons to whatever show was doubtlessly brewing.
“Alright you dears, have fun, and Pinkie be sure to lock up before you go,” Mrs. Cake said giving a wave to the little party that had begun in their shop.
“Give the babies lots of hugs for me~” Pinkie sang waving goodbye to her employers before pulling the blinds down and smiling slyly. “Shall we move this party to the back ladies? I still have plenty of party favors back there,” Pinkie said, earning an excited cheer from those not currently enjoying cupcake bliss. A few moments and several opened bottle of booze later saw the ladies all chatting between orgasmic bites of cupcakes. Everyone present was smiling widely as stories were swapped, music was played, and drinks were had.
“Gotta say Pinkie you always know how to make PT days a little bit better,” Rainbow chuckled squeezing Fluttershy close in her sore arms.
“Oh yes, this is just what I needed after that dissection today, poor Mrs. Cow,” Fluttershy whispered, taking another reassuring bite of lemon cupcake as her troubles began to melt away.
“Aww shucks Fluttershy y’all did everything ya could for Bess, she was an old cow and I’m glad she could help ya learn after she passed,” AJ said, patting her friend on the back.
“I didn't know you’d recently lost an animal Applejack,” Sunset said, concern in her voice as she remembered the nature of winter for farming families. The Apple family was well established sure, but their cattle were a huge part of the industry, and losing one couldn’t be good.
“Think nothin’ of it sug, we knew it was comin’,” AJ said evenly, turning her attention to Pinkie. “Being one down may make it tough to get y’all some of the ingredients for the shop till a few of our calves are ready to milk this summer,” Applejack sighed as Rarity moved a hand to hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Oh that’s ok AJ, I know a lot of recipes that don’t need as much milk,” Pinkie said, throwing her arms around Fluttershy and Applejack. She hugged them close as her mind began to work, and after a moment she went wide eyed. “OH! I have an idea!” Pinkie screeched, blowing the hair of those in her arms in opposite directions as she ran over to Sonata. Sonata waved at the approaching pink tornado before being whisked off into the blanket fort Pinkie had made between a few spare tables some time ago. Everyone blinked as a pink arm emerged sticking up a sign which simply read “Plotting in progress, keep out.”
“Should we?” Aria began, receiving a full set of grave head shakes for her question. “Right, don’t question it, and if we hear ticking we run,” Aria concluded, causing all present to nod in agreement. So the party resumed, the ladies sipping at a drink or two, Rarity pulling a massive set of notes out to show Adagio, and Rainbow getting thoroughly trounced by Sunset Shimmer at an arm wrestling match.
Inside the fort Sonata smiled at one of her favorite people in the world. “Ok I think I totally know what you’re gonna say, and I’m already on board,” Sonata said giving Pinkie a thumbs up.
“Good, but I just can’t figure out how to make it big enough, how much do those even cost? I super duper need your help on this one,” Pinkie said, forming her hands into a prayer position and earning a giggle from her blue skinned lover.
“It’s easy, we make it a town wide gig, get the gals to play some music, and make Adagio do the numbers thing,” Sonata said with a shrug, and with a quick movement had her cellphone out. “You just focus on thinking up some tasty treats, I’ll get Big Mac to get you supplies and we can use our kitchen to bake. Gotta keep this business separate so that we can cross market.” Pinkie marveled as the woman worked, sending out messages to points of contact, and in no time her little plan was all set up. “There, one week from now we’ll have all we need to get a few new moo cows for the farm, all you have to do is make baking magic happen,” Sonata concluded stowing her phone away.
“Perfect, you’re the best Sona,” Pinkie whispered hugging Sonata tightly in her arms. She could only giggle as the strategist extraordinaire nibbled on her exposed neck. The two remained like this for a moment, Sonata’s hands roaming over Pinkie’s warm, flour covered body. “Oooh, Son-Ah-ta we should go back out bef-ngh- before we get missed,” Pinkie half moaned half squealed as the blue Siren’s fingers worked her like putty.
“If I didn’t think you were right I’d totally be wrist deep,” Sonata whispered, nipping Pinkie’s ear as she pulled back from the shivering pinkette. “Should we tell the gals or is this a covert Pinkie operation?” Sonata asked, seemingly regaining her composure immediately as Pinkie Pie worked to slow the flow of blood her traitorous heart was pumping to her loins.
“Let’s keep it a surprise to AJ, and get her a little extra tipsy so she doesn’t remember telling us,” Pinkie suggested, and hearing an immediate “YEEEEEHAAAW,” from outside the fort. Sonata simply smiled as Pinkie stared wide eyed at her. “But- how?”
“It’s a Dazzling thing, don’t question it,” Sonata chuckled.
Pinkie sipped her cotton-candy-tini slowly as she watched Sunset drink Rainbow Dash and AJ under the table. She had to smile at the antics of her friends as they took round after round of shots, Washington Apples for AJ, Fireball for Sunset, and Pineapple Upside-down Cakes for Rainbow. Aria just chuckled as she made their sixth round, AJ looked three sheets to the wind, but Rainbow and Sunset were going at it as though the contest was the ring.
“You know, thematically this all fits quite well, but why a pineapple shot Rainbow Dash?” Rarity asked in between rounds, as she patted her lover on the back.
“Cush yellow ish mah favorite color, specially when it cums across my tongue,” Rainbow slurred, hiccuping as she finished. Fluttershy, though slightly pinker in the cheeks, simply rolled her eyes and patted her lover on the back.
“Cute, but are you two really gonna wuss out on me?” Sunset asked, earning immediate dirty looks from the alabaster and yellow women as their partners grew yet more conviction. Aria chuckled, as she pushed three more shots to the women, but as each woman reached out for their drink three new hands swiped the shot glasses away to a resounding round of “awwwww”s.
“Darling much as I appreciate your competitive nature I believe you’ve had enough,” Rarity said downing the apple flavored shot in one go and placing a cider in front of her lover. “Now nurse it, or else .” Everyone visibly shivered at the last part, as the room got several degrees colder.
“Dashie I love you,” Fluttershy said softly, sipping half of her shot and smiling at the sweet flavor of the sugary shot. “But if you throw up on my bed again I’ll make you sleep in the actual dog house,” Fluttershy concluded the promise with a nod and sipped the rest of the shot. This time making a sour face as the higher proof liquor seemed to have settled right at the bottom.
“As for you my dear Sunset,” Adagio whispered huskily, licking the rim of the shot glass sensually, before placing it between her impressive cleavage. “I’ve seen you stomach considerably more, so one last shot, and make it worth it,” Adagio said with a wink. Pinkie giggled as the halfway drunk Sunset gave a cocky smile.
“Oh what a throwback, didn’t we do this on our first date?” Sunset giggled approaching her lover and lapping at her cleavage up to the sweet cinnamon shot, before taking it in her teeth and slamming it. Catching her glass in her off hand before bringing Adagio into a deep cinnamon flavored kiss. At this all present gave synchronized “ooooooooh”s as the two worked their way to the blanket fort, their limbs twisting incomprehensibly to fit in it. After a moment of moaning a hand emerged with a sign which read “Enter at your own pleasure”.
“So~, anyone wanna turn the music up to drown that out?” Aria said yanking her thumb to the rapidly shaking fort. Pinkie giggled and extracting a remote from her hair turned the only copy of the Rainbooms up. The ladies giggled as Pinkie sauntered her way over to the table sitting down and finishing her second drink.
“So is everyone gonna be able to make it home alright?” Pinkie asked, her party safety mind counting each drink and the alcohol content therein out almost instantly. All women not engaged in coitus tried to think back, and several stood to test their wobbly legs. Pinkie chuckled softly as they all gave a thumbs up, some clearly more nervous than others. “Well as much as I love to see you ladies smile you know the Pinkie Pie Party Rules,” Pinkie said, pointing to the basket hanging by the wall. Naturally several women moaned, but none dared to defy the orders of the premiere party planner of Canterlot, tossing their keys into the basket.
“Alright so we’re stranded till tomorrow, what do we do till we pass out?” Aria asked, pulling a drag from her vaporizer and exhaling a chocolate doughnut flavored cloud into the room. At this Aria noticed an evil look in Sonata’s eyes, and that evil look went straight to Pinkie. “Well I’m walking home seeya all later,” Aria said rising from her backward facing seat, only to be pulled over to the carpet by pink and blue arms.
“Pinkie~” Aria sang.
“Spin the Bottle!”
Limbs twisted all around the floor, colors melding together in different states of undress. All colors were represented in what was effectively the cuddle pile save for one. Pinkie Pie stood outside the back of the shop, her perky pink breasts free to the moonlight and the chill of the winter air as she sipped on a glass of water, and took the occasional drag off Aria’s fifth backup vaporizer.
She coughed softly as she finished exhaling a strawberry cheesecake fog into the gated alleyway. The city hummed its soft sleepy music around her as she giggled at the many photos she’d taken. Her face wore a soft smile, and numerous patches of different colored lipstick, and her chest was peppered with angry purple and red bruises.
“Hey Pinks, you ok?” a soft voice whispered from behind her. Sunset Shimmer had silently emerged from the back door, and had managed to get right behind her before draping her leather jacket around Pinkie’s shoulders.
“Yeah, just thinkin’,” Pinkie whispered softly taking a puff from the vaporizer and passing it to Sunset.
“You don’t say? I figured you’d come out to make us all breakfast themed ice cream,” Sunset chuckled accepting the vaporizer and putting an arm around her pink friend.
Pinkie cracked a smiled and shook her head. “Naw I’m just thinking about home, and the future, and stuff,” Pinkie said, sadness creeping slowly into her voice as images of the Pie family farm came to her.
Sunset took a drag from the device and nodded, squeezing Pinkie closer. “You know, this really smart chick I know used to say that the past is behind you so shake your butt at it, and the future isn’t here yet, so just smile and open your present,” Sunset said turning to face the giggling pinkette.
“I did say that a lot didn’t I?” Pinkie asked, nuzzling into Sunset’s warmth.
“Every time I’d come over you’d say that after we fooled around,” Sunset reminisced, lowering herself and planting a long soft kiss on Pinkie’s lips. Pinkie melted into it, wrapping Sunset into a full embrace as they made out against the pale moonlight.
Once they parted Pinkie couldn’t help but let a single tear slide down her cheek. “Oh dammit that’s not how you’re supposed to act when a pretty lady kisses you, silly eyes,” Pinkie said through a choked sob as she wiped the rogue tear away.
“I don’t mind Pinks, remember how often I cried back then?” Sunset whispered softly stroking the mass of pink curls that was Pinkie’s hair. “Besides I think I know what has you all stirred up. You’re still a little skittish after what happened with Lyra and Bon Bon?” Sunset asked, earning a quiet nod from Pinkie.
“When it happened it kinda made me all sad inside, and I can’t make the sad go away sometimes, I’m always all scared it’ll happen again,” Pinkie whispered, her voice cracking on another sob.
“Pinkamena Diane Pie,” Sunset whispered, her voice only slightly shivery from the winter air. “You’re more important to me than just about anybody in the world. You pulled me outta the worst kinda depression I’ve ever felt, and you held me more nights than I can count. If you think for even one second I’d ever give you up for anybody then you’re smoking more than just the stuff Mac grows behind the barn,” Sunset finished, her voice filled with brave passion as she turned Pinkie’s head to face her. “I love you Pinkie, I’m a former magical horse from an alternate dimension, if you think I can’t love hard enough for everybody then you’re just gonna have to stick around so I can show you,” Sunset said softly, her eyes misty as she gave that winning Sunset Shimmer smile.
Pinkie’s own smile was soft as she shook in Sunset’s strong arms. “Make the sentiment double for me,” a deep feminine voice said from the door. Adagio stood with her back against the open door as she wiped a few tears from her eyes. “Pinkie you should know something about Sirens, once we invite you to our waters you’re always welcome, and you’re always home,” Adagio explained motioning for the couple to come in. “I’ve seen the sun rise and set more times than you can imagine, and that part of us has never faded. So come back in, and remember we’re a family till the end.”
With that Sunset pulled Pinkie into her arms and walked her in, the warmth of the bakery sending tingles through her fingers and toes. There in the small hours of the morning Sunset and Adagio snuggled Pinkie Pie, each humming a soft lullaby as the worries for her past and the concerns of her future washed away from Pinkie’s mind as if taken away by the tide. In that perfect moment, Pinkie Pie was truly home.
“Oh dear, that’s not going to feel good when they wake up is it?” Mrs. Cake asked Mr. Cake as she peered through the back room door.
“Nope, let’s get the coffee and pancakes started,” Mr. Cake chuckled pulling his lovely wife into the kitchen and pressing the button on the massive coffee pot to start the brewing process. “I give ‘em another two hours before they get up, and the morning customers should start filing in then too,” Mr. Cake continued, reaching up to grab his special pancake mix for just such occasions. The box simply read, “Mac’s Mix”.
A sudden pressure on his right buttock and the feeling of his wife’s breath on his ear gave Mr. Cake pause. “You know Carrot, if we have two hours we probably shouldn’t start breakfast just yet,” Mrs. Cake whispered huskily, the blood now rising in her husband’s cheeks, amongst other places. “Why don’t we whip up something special for ourselves, get the morning oven nice and hot first?” she continued, her free hand now occupied with the growing bulge under Mr. Cake’s apron.
Life and Times of the Ladies of Canterlot U
It was a beautiful day in Canterlot. The winter sun illuminated the soft blue sky as sporadic cumulus clouds rolled gently by, not yet bold enough to form into the next big snowfall. The air was as chill as a knife, but with a stiff cup of coffee and a coat the students of CU could mingle relatively unmolested. The soft hum of the relatively calm winter winds cut through the trees of the university grounds, and the incredible sonic crash of 3 combat jets locked in formation at low altitude was the wake up call of those seniors who had mastered their schedules to allow them to sleep past noon.
Fluttershy’s twin cups of steaming beverage shook slightly in the resulting aftershock of the sonic boom. For her part Fluttershy simply smiled, ticking off the last set of maneuvers Dash would be practicing for the day and quickened her pace to the eastern portion of campus. The numerous halls and buildings gave way to the more vast expanses of land in the agricultural campus, and nestled within the large tracts of farmland was Canterlot University’s own airstrip.
It was no CAX, but it had been outfitted for the needs of the larger than average population of students trying for their pilot’s licence. On a normal day students could observe all manner of planes taking off, but this week was slightly different. Instead of the few small prop planes and the six medium personal jets that the university used for the pilot’s qualifier course, there were ten sleek combat jets. The entire air strip was crawling with uniformed men and women, all turning away those without specific clearance to be there.
“Halt. How can we help you Ma'am?” came the practiced voice of the unblinking soldier outside the first set of gates that had become the entrance to the normally open airstrip.
“Oh hello Shining Shield,” Fluttershy said softly, producing the access ID she’d received from Rainbow three days prior. Sergeant Shield cracked a small smile as he spoke some message into his radio. “Oh that reminds me!” Fluttershy thought aloud, setting the two cups down and producing a small baggie of brown pellets from her jacket pocket. “Now feed one of these to Mr. Constrictor every week. They dissolve after a few seconds in his mouth, and they’ll get his tummy working again,” Fluttershy said, placing the bag of pellets in the guard's hand.
“Appreciate it Shy, tell your chick that first round is on me this weekend,” the senior airman said as the gate buzzed behind him, sliding cleanly to the left as he straightened up and turned on heel to allow her through. From there two young men with weapons walked Fluttershy to the big tent that had become the cafe for Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash every morning for the past week. There, amongst a sea of olive drab, was Rainbow Dash, her nose planted so firmly in a book that Twilight Sparkle would be proud.
“How’s my favorite Wonderbolt?” Fluttershy asked, sliding beside her girlfriend and placing the cup of steaming coffee before her. Rainbow smiled, placing her book on the table, picking up the coffee, and draining it in a single go. “That good huh?” Fluttershy whispered, offering her own cup and taking note of the purple bags under her lover’s eyes.
“I’m fine babe no worries,” Dash groaned, sipping more reasonably at the second cup of coffee. “There’s a lot to learn, even the third time around,” Dash said, smiling brightly. “It was SO awesome though! On the second flight I finally got to sit in the captain’s seat!” Dash practically squealed. She rambled on for a while about the conditions of the flight, reading the analogue altimeter when the digital version failed, and various other technicalities that a flight in a billion dollar piece of military tech could give.
Fluttershy simply smiled and stroked Rainbow’s hand as she rambled, half listening, but half watching the numerous soldiers around her. At some point during a riveting story about pulling apart the weapon guidance system in her jet Fluttershy spotted a woman she’d seen more pictures of due to her girlfriend than she’d actually seen of the two of them together. “Psst Dashie, Spitfire,” Fluttershy whispered, immediately causing Dash to go silent and straighten herself perfectly.
“Attention!” Spitfire commanded, causing the rest of the small mess to stand at attention, some civilian visitors included. “Cadets, you’ve all proven yourselves as having at least some proficiency in the art and science of flight. I know we had alerted you to have yourselves prepared for a week long selection process, but due to a larger than normal drop rate we have determined that tomorrow will not be necessary for further selection,” the decorated pilot continued, earning no less than a few audible sighs of relief.
“To those of you that don’t receive a promotion to Wonderbolt-in-training, keep at it. I haven’t seen a single individual in this group that doesn’t have the potential to be a skilled pilot someday. You all have an incredible future ahead of you in the sky. Dismissed!” Spitfire finished turning on her heel and walking out of the tent and back to her attachment of jets.
“Oh my what good new Dashie… Dashie?” Fluttershy said, looking around for her lover, before noticing the her asleep face first on the hard mess table. “Oh dear,” Fluttershy whispered, moving to shake Dash into consciousness, but stopping just short of doing so as a few of the other cadets did the exact same. Instead Fluttershy sighed and removed a book from her coat and began to leaf through the pages. It had been an inconvenient week, and the near twenty minutes the bag check took had brought out the resourcefulness in the young veterinarian in training. She’d managed to stow at least four books in her large winter coat, and today had been yet another book smuggling success.
“Y’know they have that check at the door for a reason,” a commanding voice said from behind Fluttershy.
“Oh fiddlesticks,” Fluttershy thought, stowing the book back in her front pocket and turning to face the returned Commander Spitfire. Currently Fluttershy was being judged over top of the commander’s tinted aviators, one boot tapping patiently, clearly expecting a response. “Worried one of my books has radar jamming equipment Commander?” Fluttershy asked sincerely, tilting her head slightly and earning an irked grunt from the officer.
“Keep being a vet kid,” Spitfire growled thrusting an envelope in front of Fluttershy and turning sharply to return to her duties. “That animal of a woman ya got will need the care soon,” Spitfire said without turning, and with a stomp of her boot brought all the cadets back to consciousness. “I SAID DISMISSED YOU MAGGOTS!” Spitfire screamed, causing a whirlwind that Fluttershy could only describe as “near instantaneous transportation outside.”
“I need booze, and sleep, possibly at the same time,” Dash growled, her head lowered as she treked back across the university campus. Across her back was an extra large pack, and despite herself Fluttershy had to stifle a chuckle at the veritable trail of tears that had become the University ROTC. “I’ve fucked up more in the last few days than I have in my entire life times like twenty,” Dash growled, memories of not only reading the instruments, but also repairing, recalibrating, cleaning, and all but making sweet love to every instrument on the damn jet.
“Aw Dashie, I’m sure you did great,” Fluttershy said, patting her spectrum soldier on the back as she considered the letter she’d silently slid into her pocket. “Why don’t we go back to the house? I’ll make us something nice, and we can close the curtains, turn off the phones, and really celebrate ,” Shy whispered, her voice growing ever so slightly husky as a blush spread across the blue cheeks of her lover. The effect was immediate as Rainbow Dash straightened up and began walking faster.
“Race ya to the car!” Dash yelled, sprinting ahead, and causing Fluttershy to sigh at being left behind. With the renewed vigor of Dash the couple had reached Fluttershy’s van in no time, and were finally headed back to their apartment.
“So how do you think you did Dashie?” Fluttershy asked, eyes focused on the road despite it being near empty at this time of the afternoon.
“Hard to say Flutterbug,” Dash said with a sigh, leaning forward against her seatbelt to put her elbows on her knees. “I dunno how hard it is to be a vet, but dissecting a piece of avionics is something High School Dash was totally not ready for,” Dash sighed heavily putting her head into her hands as she miserably groaned, “and I dunno if Lieutenant-in-training Dash is any better off.”
Fluttershy frowned slightly, not sure if she wanted to continue to keep the letter from her obviously anxious lover. “Dash you’ve been working your cute booty off for years to get in,” Fluttershy said, smiling softly and running a free hand through Rainbow’s hair. “Beyond any of those recruits I think you were the best prepared,” Fluttershy concluded, turning the van into the small campus apartment the two had come to know as home in the last year.
“Thanks Flutters, I appreciate it,” Rainbow said, her voice quavering slightly as she gave a soft sniff and leaned onto the soft lap of her dearest lover.They sat like that for a moment, Fluttershy gently scratching at Rainbow’s scalp, and Rainbow letting the stressful tears fall slowly from her eyes as the winter sun began to shift into the west. In that moment everything was just enough.
“Come on Dash, let’s go relax,” Fluttershy whispered, unclicking her seatbelt and opening her door as Rainbow groaned sadly for losing her warm cuddle spot. With a quickness both women were out of their winter coats and rushing upstair to the most sacred retreat for any couple on a cold winter day off, the shower.
Dash sighed, kicking her boots off as she moved her hands to begin tossing off her uniform, clicking the door to the bathroom shut behind her. This was quickly stopped by Fluttershy, whose hands had flown to her lover’s as their eyes met. “An officer needs to have her uniform taken care of properly,” Fluttershy whispered huskily, her fingers raking across the zipper as she slowly slid it down to reveal the thin white cotton shirt beneath the jumpsuit. Dash lit up with a blush as her eyes seemed locked with the ocean green of her lover.
Fluttershy continued, lowering herself to one knee as she undid the leather belt, and unfastened the button on Rainbow’s BDU’s The soft white boyshorts beneath peaked just above the unfastened button. Fluttershy smiled deviously, yanking the thick military pants down, and breaking her gaze for a moment to put her teeth around the waist band of the pantie and pulled it back. Then locking eyes with Dash again Fluttershy purred ever so softly.
“Oh fuck me that’s hot,” Dash whispered, already hyper aware of her arousal building warmly into the cotton of her panties. In another deft move of her head Fluttershy tore the government issue panties straight back, and spat the slit fabric onto the ground. Rising slowly, inhaling the gentle scent of arousal now in the air, Fluttershy let her fingers pass over Dash’s folds before hitting the hem of her lover’s undershirt.
“Now slide off the top,” Shy commanded to her shivering lover, whom quickly moved her shoulders off the door and shrugged the slight top off, leaving her still more naked before Fluttershy. “Arms up soldier,” Shy commanded, earning an immediate response, and with a tug Dash was completely bare before her. “Not even a brassiere? I believe your dress is out of order soldier,” Shy whispered dangerously, admiring the deep blue nipples of her lover, already perky from being so quickly exposed.
“A-apologies Ma'am,” Dash whispered, the red on her cheeks growing yet darker as Fluttershy thoroughly fucked her with just a gaze, “I suppose this means I have to be disciplined?” Dash said, her desire quickly eroding any trepidation she might have had.
“Oh I think so soldier,” Fluttershy growled, running her fingers over Rainbow’s chiseled abs. “You think you’ve been working hard up to now?” Shy’s fingers trailed lower suddenly, right hand going straight for the humid sex and left digging nails into her muscled thigh. Dash hissed as her nethers were slowly strummed by Shy. “I’m going to make you sweat tonight, am I understood?” She punctuated every word with a new movement, ending by dipping two fingers deep into the quivering folds of Dash’s pussy.
“Ahn!” Dash moaned, her back firmly against the door again as Fluttershy smiled and moved back. “I swear I dunno where you learned that, but I fucking love it,” Dash chuckled moving her hand to her now empty sex and toying with herself as Fluttershy busied herself getting the shower to the perfect heat, and stripping just a touch showily for her.
“Remember those books you used to tease me about senior year?” Fluttershy asked, sky clad with steam rolling out of the shower behind her as if she were some form of ancient goddess in their bathroom.
“Memo to self, make awesome time machine and punch past self in head,” Dash chuckled moving to Fluttershy and wrapping her in a strong hug, and a passionate kiss. They remained in the embrace as the humidity rose. Their chests rose and fell, erotic friction between their nipples sending electricity buzzing through their bodies as their tongues danced gracefully amidst a symphony of mewls, growls, and moans. In a steamy tango the women danced their kiss past the shower curtain into the shower, and here Fluttershy found herself pinned against the slippery wall of the tub, Dash nipping and suckling at her neck. This caused Fluttershy’s mouth to open in a song of mewling and groaning as electrical tendrils of pleasure licked as tongues of flames igniting the yet more humid lust between her thighs.
“Oh Dashie~” Fluttershy moaned as her lover bit lower, passing down her clavicle to take one of Fluttershy's generous breasts into her mouth by the nipple. There she focused her real ministrations, biting and suckling harder, shifting deftly from one breast to the other to spread a tapestry of passionate bruises across Fluttershy’s chest. To all of this Fluttershy let out unhindered moans of pleasure as the coil of lust grew ever tighter in her core. The heat of the water almost served to intensify the growing heat in either woman’s loins, and could an observer truly parse the scene they might think the steam was as much a quality of the water boiling off the lovers as it was an effect of the shower’s sublimation.
“That animal of a woman ya got will need the care soon.” Fluttershy’s half lidded gaze suddenly became sharp, the words of Spitfire ringing through her head. With a burst of strength Fluttershy turned Rainbow and pinned her to the wall. “I don’t recall ordering you to touch me soldier,” Fluttershy gasped, holding Rainbow with all her strength against the wall as she stared directly into Dash’s vivid cerise eyes. Both women caught their gasping breaths as the water ladened air roiled around them. “Now I’m going to suds you up, and I expect you to stand there like a proper soldier until you receive further orders, do I make myself clear?” Fluttershy commanded.
“Crystal, Ma'am,” Dash panted, straightening herself and standing stock still as she was trained. Fluttershy nodded in simple confirmation as she reached over to the loofah and bottle of soap they shared. From there Shy began at her lover’s feet, scrubbing laboriously up. Ankles to calves, calves to thighs, pausing to draw shuddering needful breaths from her lover as she paid careful attention to the most humid area of Dash. On her knees Fluttershy scrubbed languidly over the tight erogenous muscle and flesh of her lover, drawing lustful hisses and gasps as she worked.
“Stop shivering soldier, it’s hot in here,” Fluttershy commanded, Dash remaining silent but straining to still the quivering in her knees. Shy nodded, pleased as she tilted her head to allow a burst of the shower head to cleanse the suds from her lovers well manicured spectrum pubic hair. Smiling with evil intent Fluttershy whispered, “Now spread ‘em,” earning a wide eyed stare from her lover, just as she’d hoped.
Dash considered the woman beneath her. “Gladly Ma'am,” she whispered raggedly, parting her legs as far as the shower would allow, and exposing the mixture of water and her lust mingling on her thighs. Fluttershy gave another curt nod of approval, placing the soapy loofah to her side, and plunging her face into Rainbow’s exposed pussy. Her hands flying up under Dash’s thighs and grabbing twin handfuls of her firm rump. Dash stifled her groans as Fluttershy’s tongue ravaged her nethers, twisting and writhing to a hellish wonderful pleasure which rippled through Dash.
Fluttershy focused her ministrations on deep hard licks, savoring the extremely sensual musk of her lover as she liberally tongue fucked Dash. In that moment Dash was thanking the Gods for her superior leg strength, as the immense waves of pleasure attempted to demonstrate gravity to her, she stood tall. “P-AH-PERMISSION TO CUM MA’AM!” Dash screamed, feeling her climax on the verge of rolling over her.
Fluttershy pulled back, a thin rivulet of Dash hanging against her chin despite the water. “Permission granted soldier,” Fluttershy whispered huskily thrusting back into action, her fingers now playing at the pucker of Rainbow’s anus as her tongue resumed its deep position within her. The orgasm came as quickly as a summer storm, and with the fury of a hurricane. Unintelligeable grunts and a primal moan clawed up from Dash as the area from her sex to her abdominals tightened massively, her pussy slamming shut tightly and producing a plethora of her own personal lubricant.
Dash stood for a moment, eyes still rolled partially back into her skull as her body went from tight to slack with each beat of her heart. Fluttershy simply smiled, watching her Rainbow recover from her orgasm, but her work was not yet done. So grabbing the loofah and rising Fluttershy began sudsing Rainbow Dash's abdomen. She was taking less time now, proceeding directly to Rainbow’s more modest breasts and rolling the abrasive sponge across them. Dash simply shivered at the stimulation of friction against her aching nipples.
“There, my little soldier is all clean,” Fluttershy cooed, placing a soft kiss on Rainbow’s lips.
“Thank you Ma'am,” Dash sighed, her legs still fighting her in an extreme desire to collapse and let the afterglow and shower lap over her.
“Now you are to clean me, and I expect you to be just as thorough as you would be on a jet,” Fluttershy whispered, placing her head against a groggy Dash’s shoulder.
“Yes Ma’am~” Dash cooed, moving Fluttershy to a seated position in the tub and standing spread eagle over her. Fluttershy marveled at the strong erotic body of her lover, taking in the glorious image of her lover in such an open position above her. Dash smiled, bringing her hands to her hip and head to strike a pose. “Like what you see Ma'am?” she asked, getting a stunned nod in response. With that, and a small adjustment to the shower head to keep the water off Fluttershy as she scrubbed, Dash grabbed the bottle of soap.
With a quick step Dash turned, squatting low and exposing yet more of herself to Fluttershy. Before Fluttershy could even marvel at the sight she found a distraction, in that her toes were now being liberally scrubbed. “AH!” Fluttershy screamed as a fit of giggles overtook her. Rainbow gave her no quarter, using her hands instead of the loofah to scrub at the ticklish flesh of Fluttershy’s feet and causing near constant unrestrained laughter. “Dashie hahah no~ you know that’s chea-AHHH-” Fluttershy screamed as Rainbow gave light quick scratches to the ankles of her victim.
“Gotta be real careful, these bad boys are sensitive, don’t need them going off an-” Rainbow could have finished that joke, had Fluttershy not rapidly twitched and kicked her directly in the nose. “That,” Rainbow groaned, rubbing her nose.
“Oh no! I’m so sorryandIdidn’t-” Fluttershy squeaked until Rainbow did a full back bend, her hair just touching to Fluttershy’s breasts and their eyes level.
“Babe I take hits to the face for fun,” Dash whispered sympathetically, cracking her winning smile. “Just relax,” she whispered softly, winking as she resumed her former position, and chose to begin washing away from the hair trigger that was her lover’s feet. Fluttershy cooed softly as Rainbow began liberally sudsing and massaging her calves, focusing on smooth round motions to relax the muscles.
“Oh Dashie,” Fluttershy moaned, as the heavy touch of her lover soothed and yet somehow aroused her.
“These get worked real hard, they need lots of TLC so they can be in tip top for every mission,” Dash narrated, giggling as Fluttershy groaned in response. From the calves Dash pushed her ass back to the point where it was incredibly close to her lover’s face. Tracing up her thighs Dash resisted a moan from the hot breaths rolling across her nethers Dash continued, rolling her thumbs across the tender flesh, Fluttershy’s breath hitching at the proximity to her pussy.
“See it seems funny,” Dash whispered, turning again and squatting lower, her hands brushing slowly over the warm sex of her lover before settling just a few inches higher. “Usually you think you’d go in order across, but we always have to abide by saving the most sensitive instruments for last,” Dash whispered, moving her face closer to Fluttershy’s until her lips were right by the shivering yellow woman’s ear. Fluttershy could only shiver more, stifling minor giggles as Dash’s fingers drug up and down her stomach.
Dash pulled her head back, and smiled deviously as she quickly ran her hands up to Fluttershy’s breasts, tweaking both nipples hard and producing a cry somewhere between agony and ecstasy. “Now these are the parts you really have to force a bit,” Dash said, massaging the full buxom bust of Fluttershy roughly. Fluttershy could only stare half lidded as Rainbow worked her over.
Confident she had played around enough Dash brought her hands back to Fluttershy’s outer thighs. “Oh Dashi-EEP!” Fluttershy was suddenly hoisted by her thighs, her legs now dangling over Dash’s shoulders, the blue pilot’s sharp tongue now put to use against Fluttershy’s clitoris, her fingers plunged deep within Fluttershy’s folds. “Oh Dash, oh yes!” Fluttershy squeaked, the burning in her loins now raging as her climax grew closer and closer. Dash only worked more diligently, her pace never becoming excited, but responding to the growing shivers of Fluttershy. “Oh Oh Dash OH!” Fluttershy groaned, her voice finally lost to the rush of a climax as Dash’s ministrations continued through the intense orgasm.
Dash stayed like this, letting off just enough for Fluttershy to calm down, but increasing the pace once the shivers subsided. “EEP!” Fluttershy squeaked, feeling the still blazing inferno of her lust coming to another head. Her head swam as another orgasm came rushing at her legs shaking violently as her burning sex pooled around Dash’s fingers. Finally relenting, Dash gently laid her still spasming love down, and cuddled next to her, the sprinkle of the shower kissing both their toes.
“And that’s how Wonderbolts get it done,” Dash whispered, snuggling close to the massive pillows Fluttershy called a chest. “So do I pass Ma’am?”
“You can be my wing girl anytime cadet,” Fluttershy panted, cradling Rainbow’s head to her chest and smiling. “We only have one issue,” she decided after a moment.
“Whazzat?” Dash asked, now completely exhausted from the efforts of the day.
“We really need to shower,”
“Awww dammit.”
A towel made a resounding snap, the force of fabric against tender wet flesh such that the supple booty of the victim jiggled. “EEP!” Fluttershy squealed turning and facing a near rolling Rainbow Dash. She fumed for a fraction of a second, until she heard Dash snort, and then two women were on the floor laughing hysterically, both eventually embracing on the soaked bathroom floor. “I love you Dashie,” Fluttershy whispered nuzzling into Rainbow's neck.
“I love you too Flutter-butter,” Dash said, squeezing her favorite person in the world. Both remained there until the floor brought them shivers, and with a quick jog into their comfiest clothes both women made the journey down to their modest kitchenette. “What should we do for dinner babe?” Dash asked, reaching into the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of beer for herself and one of Fluttershy’s hard ciders.
“In three, two, one,” Fluttershy counted down, the doorbell ringing just as she finished, causing Dash’s eyes to go wide. Fluttershy simply giggled as she walked to the door meeting the delivery boy and signing for the order. One generous tip and a thank you later Fluttershy was walking back to her still stunned girlfriend. “Two pizzas, one vegetarian and one stuffed crust meat lover’s with a barbeque sauce swirl, sound good to you Dashie?” Fluttershy asked, popping the pizza boxes open and placing them on the coffee table in their living room as Dash watched, both drinks still in her hands.
“How did you do that?!” Dash asked, settling into the drinks down beside each pizza and taking her seat on the couch beside her already munching lover.
“Shhh, a witch never reveals her tricks,” Fluttershy whispered, flipping their T.V. on. As soon as the screen loaded a DVD menu lit up in stunning HD to ominous bass music. A dreary fog lay over an outdoor background, the only feature aside from the text was a massive gnarled tree with a noose gently swaying in the wind.
“Oh. My Gosh! The Invoking? Flutters this movie isn’t out yet! Where did you?” Dash was silenced as Fluttershy put a finger on her lips.
“ Like I said Dashie, witches never tell their secrets,” Fluttershy whispered mystically, hitting play and beginning what had been one of the year’s hottest horror flicks.
“Alright fine witchy woman, but are you sure you’re ok to watch this? I don’t want a repeat of our first date,” Rainbow said, shuddering at the days of sleep she’d lost after that trip to the movie theatre.
“Oh relax Dashie, I’m not the same scaredy cat I used to be. I mean, I’ve performed so many vet surgeries that no silly scary movie is going to scare me,” Fluttershy said boldly, only feeling tiny shivers crawl up her spine as a very tinny music box began in a dark background before her.
“Ok~” Dash said, chomping her pizza and settling back, praying her ribs would make it through any sudden jump-scare hugs.
The neck snapped at a horrifying angle with an impossible crack, her rotted and scarred visage a shadow of the man’s former wife. “She’s mine now John.” Her voice cracking as though she hadn’t had a drink in years. With that the mutilated mouth of John’s wife opened, and a stream of bugs poured forth buzzing loudly as the scene ended in John bolting up from his nightmare.
Rainbow and Fluttershy were huddled together under a blanket as the stream of tense music ebbed into a soft din, the camera panning over to John’s wife, one eye open, and tinged a sickly yellow. “Thank God it's over,” John whispered off screen, as a wide toothy grin exposing blackened rotten teeth, the disturbing violin music peaking as the screen went black, accompanied only by a hollow, evil cackle, and the credits rolled.
“Fluttershy?” Dash whispered, shivering against her lover as the credits rolled silently.
“Y-yes?” Fluttershy stammered, her eyes buried firmly in Dash’s shoulder.
“Ca-can we sleep with the night light tonight?” Dash asked, earning only a nod into her shoulder. With that Dash turned off the movie in favor for a much brighter, happier show about pastel talking llamas. Both women decompressed over a few drinks, speaking occasionally about how the movie had been from a purely technical perspective.
“Yeah it was super cool, I really thought the mom was gonna off her kid,” Dash said chuckling at the silly magic creatures on screen.
“At least the poor doggy got away, I dunno if I could have kept watching if they’d hurt him,” Fluttershy whispered. Dash neglected to mention the scene where the mother was cutting meat just after the dog’s disappearance, no need to completely traumatize her lover.
“Yeah… But if we ever get a weird looking letter in old timer writing maybe we just burn it,” Dash said, shivering at the memory of the scene where text had jumped off the page and done awful things to the mother.
“Y-yeah…” Fluttershy stammered, the word ‘letter’ bringing memories flooding back of just what lay in her coat pocket. With a sigh Fluttershy stood and smiled at Rainbow, admiring the winning smile her lover gave in return.
“Sup babe you need to pee after that?” Dash snickered.
“No, I just need to go get something,” Fluttershy explained, moving out of the room and fetching her coat. “Oh Dashie, I hope this one is good news” Fluttershy thought as she walked slowly back to the living room, the letter clutched in her hand. “Maybe a little peak, just one and I can… No, no Dashie wouldn’t want that,” Fluttershy concluded, stepping back into the living room and noting Dash’s intense concentration on the silly cartoon as she sipped her beer.
“Welcome back babe, you just missed the start of the Alpaca 500, looks like the bad alpaca is gonna cheat, oh but the cool green llama has this little orange ewe stowing away in the trunk and it’s… Uh Shy you ok?” Dash asked, her stressed Fluttershy alarm going off as she broke her gaze from the show and saw Fluttershy holding something behind her back. “Whatcha got there babe? New toy?” Dash whispered suggestively, her mind perusing the possibilities of what her closet freak of a lover might have planned.
“No… It’s just, oh darn it here!” Fluttershy said, jogging to the couch and thrusting the letter at Rainbow. Rainbow blinked at the letter, looking back to Fluttershy and shaking her head.
“That is a terrible joke Shy, and if this thing ends up possessing me I’m gonna haunt you at least twenty percent harder than the movie,” Rainbow deadpanned, taking the letter, and ripping it open unceremoniously. Cautiously the blue woman removed the letter, revealing a more formal military font than ancient dead script. “Oh shit who gave you this?!” Dash asked, noting that it was addressed personally to her from the Royal Equestrian Air Force.
“Spitfire,” Fluttershy said simply bracing herself by closing her eyes. In the darkness Fluttershy heard Dash mumble something, and then silence. It remained that way for several seconds. “Dashie, are you ok?” Fluttershy whispered, peeking from her shut eyes to see a stunned Rainbow Dash.
“Ac… Accepted? I did it?” Dash asked, her mind finally catching up “I’M GONNA BE A WONDERBOLT!” Dash screamed in excitement, jumping from the couch and tackling Shy in joy, earning a meep as she kissed the yellow woman deeply. Fluttershy could only smile as her lover laughed, and wept into her shoulder, even if the letter had been demonic, it had all been worth it.
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Life and Times of the Ladies of Canterlot U
Chapter 1: A hot Night at Canterlot Boutique.
Rarity sighed, looking up from her latest project for the Canterlot Historical Society Ball. The dress was gorgeous, albeit a touch overblown, but such was Victorian fashion. The ruffles alone had worked her fingers to the bone with constant stitching, correcting, and repositioning. By the end of the entire project Rarity honestly felt compelled to call Adagio for a few bottle of wine, and Pinkie for several more bottles of liquor. Shaking her head to disperse the hopeful thoughts of alcohol induced stresslessness Rarity moved to the bodice of the dress to inspect a few more small elements, when suddenly the bell of the shop rang.
“Welcome to Carousel Boutique,” Rarity began, moving to the storefront to greet her latest customer, “where every garment is chic, unique, and magnifique!” Rarity finished with flourish, opening her arms wide as though as to embrace her latest guest.
“Well howdy to you too sugarcube,” Applejack said with a cheeky smile. Rarity immediately dropped the elegance and gravitas of her opening line, and rushed to her favorite farmer’s strong arms.
“Oh darling! I have been positively swamped with project of late, my poor fingers,” Rarity stared up at her lover, her lip puffed out and eyes wide with sadness as she lay in Applejack’s strong arms, her hand held up to give AJ a better view of her calloused fingers.
“Aw shucks Rares,” Applejack said, kissing her girlfriend’s wounded fingers. “Why don’t you close up today? I bought some cider, a bottle of wine from the cabin, and a surprise for ya,” AJ gave a little wink, and in time it takes to say “horse feathers” the shop’s closed sign displayed and the doors were locked.
“Shall we go down to the basement darling? I-ooh!” Rarity mewled, her ass suddenly grabbed by the strong hands of Applejack. “Oh we should definitely go do-ah, down to the basement,” Rarity’s words now ragged from the roving hands of the woman behind her.
“Eeeeyup,” AJ whispered huskily, lifting Rarity into her arms with no effort at all. “I see someone’s been eating better,” Applejack commented, giving the ass cheek resting in her hand a firm squeeze.
Rarity gave a slight scream that turned into a giggle. “Well since you were so kind in remarking that my posterior could be more full I’ve been working on it, just for you,” Rarity said breathily, stroking her favorite farmer’s chin with her long fingers. Inwardly she missed her nails, they were so much more effective at teasing, and yet so impractical for hand stitching.
“Aww shoot,” Applejack said, her cheeks tinged a better red than any of the Apple family’s best apples. A trip down to the basement, and a few more door locks just in case one of the ladies wanted to let themselves in later, and the ladies were seated on the large plush couch in Rarity’s own version of a lounge. AJ could remember many good nights down in the fashionista's hideaway, be it on the wine colored carpet, the black leather couch, or the smooth silvery pole Rarity had installed one Christmas prior.
“Lost in thought are we darling?” Rarity’s smooth voice snapped AJ back to reality, and with a chuckle AJ leaned over and kissed Rarity. Then in a move the cowgirl had the dainty dressmaker pinned to the couch, her firm well muscled body dwarfing Rarity. “Oh my, darling,” Rarity moaned, feeling Applejack nibble down her shoulder.
“That little trip got me thinkin’” AJ whispered, clamping her teeth down on a particularly sensitive cluster of nerves on her girlfriend’s shoulder, eliciting a wonderful gasp and shiver. “I kinda want to see that sexy little butt of yours perform for me,” AJ stood, causing Rarity to whine, the heat between her thighs having quickly turned very humid from her girlfriend’s well practiced ministrations. AJ had then moved down to the backpack she’d brought along with her supplies, bending to grab the contents and exposing her lower back and just a little of her wonderfully full ass to a prone Rarity.
“Oh? Shall I ready my crop for you this evening?” Rarity whispered, moving to AJ and roving her nails over the exposed portion of her lover’s back. Both women smiled, Rarity for the goosebumps she’d managed to produce. Applejack, however, smiled because she had plans for her pale skinned lover.
“Actually Rares, I wanna try something kinky on you for once,” AJ said rising and turning to face Rarity. Rarity’s eyes widened slightly at the objects in her hands, which included a tight looking tube top, and barely existent jean shorts, and a bottle she remembered all too well…
“Oh darling, is that?” Rarity’s cheeks flushed deeply as she remembered the fidgeting in her seat that bottle had caused. She remembered just how effective that tonic was, and she realized just how interesting this night might be for her.
“Yep, the Apple family horse fly extract,” AJ said, nonchalantly placing the bottle on the coffee table that sat in front of the sofa along with a few good bottles of cider and wine. “Whadya say sugar cube? Wanna see how hot this old bottle of snake oil can make you?” AJ asked, shaking the outfit before her, now sweating, girlfriend.
“Is this going to be some form of creative revenge for that three hour edging session at the cabin?” Rarity asked, a slight quiver to her voice.
“Eeeyup,” AJ responded, putting three full drops of the syrupy liquid into a glass of wine and handing it to Rarity. “Now drink up.”
Heat. So much heat in her, Rarity felt as though her loins were on fire, and it caused her to shake desperately as she attempted to don the slutty cowgirl outfit. “Ah-pplejack, did you intentionally pick pants this t-ah-ight?” Rarity yelled from behind her changing curtain. With what felt like a herculean effort Rarity finally managed to squeeze her ass into the shorts, and as the cool metal of the zipper made contact with her nethers she yelped. Her pussy was so swollen from the old Apple family cocktail that her nerves were firing to her brain at a factor of ten
“Course I wanted ‘em to be tight darlin’, I don’t want a slutty cowgirl in coveralls!” AJ said from the other side of the room, where she’d made a nice little seat in front of the pole. She had a few bottles of cider, and had even managed to swipe one of Mac’s big vaporizers. She needed it as soon as she saw her girlfriend emerge from behind the changing curtain.
Rarity was the picture of kinky down home perfection, from the very slight bulge at the top of her shorts from the tightness to the way her perfect cleavage lay exposed in her red and white checkered top. To add to that her entire body was shivering, and her unzipped jean shorts were a window into the growing moistness between her thighs.
“Alright darling,” Rarity said, straightening her back and digging her nails into her palms to better concentrate on something other than the heat growing in her loins. “Let’s do this!” Rarity approached the pole and embraced her old friend. The cool metal of the pole felt incredible on her skin, but shaking the feeling of needful lust Rarity began to wrap her legs around the surface.
AJ simply whistled as her girlfriend moved gracefully about the pole. Her lithe, strong body swirling about the pole as one might during an excellent session of fellation. She closed her eyes and moaned to a song that wasn’t even playing yet as she warmed up her already steaming body. It was that commitment to making AJ’s eyes wide that made her the best partner in the world.
With a flip of her hair and a dangling, albeit shaky, look back at AJ, Rarity whispered, “May I have some music to dance to? Mistress?” Applejack was more than happy to comply, setting back and letting the pulsing beats of Rarity’s stereo system move the lovely pale woman for her.
“Damn Rares, just damn,” AJ admired as Rarity performed a spectacularly complex spin down the pole, her long legs well flexed above her head. AJ smiled, noting the bare toes of her lover clenched so tight that the joints were beginning to turn white. It was incredible to watch the hoity toity dressmaker fight the effects of the aphrodisiac raging through her already over stressed body, tightening and heating the coil of her lust to levels which humans are rarely privy to.
Rarity could feel her control slipping, she could feel her dance getting more simplistic. Feel the desire to grind against the pole till her nethers gave her some release from the itch that had formed. She wanted to be fucked, and even now craved the fullness that Applejack's fingers could give her quivering sex. “D-ahrling,” Rarity began, feeling her crotch slide slowly down the warmed pole as she spun for the third time down. “Any chance we might move to the main event?” Rarity prayed that Applejack might give in, and just relieve her aching lust after performing for her.
“Well darlin’” AJ mimicked taking a sip of the cider to balance her desire to put Rarity’s head against a wall and finger fuck her into blissful oblivion with a desire to bring her to a state of unbearable need. “Way I see it that was a five minute dance, and last weekend I paid for at least an hour worth of show. I could getcha another glass of wine, help ya freshen up?” Applejack's words had the desired effect as Rarity’s eyes went wider than AJ had ever seen.
“Darling, that’s… Quite a workout, couldn’t I convince you to use me some other way? I have a new whips the would feel just lovely against my back,” Rarity remarked, moving pressure from one foot to another, attempting every trick she knew to shake off the growing fire in her stomach. Even now she could feel the slight friction of her breasts against the form fitting cotton of her would be top. The electrical sensation seemed to grow to lightning strikes at her moistening nethers with every movement, and in time Rarity found herself simply standing, fighting the urge to shake.
“In time sugarcube, for now dance for me,” AJ whispered, sliding deeper into her chair, and slowly reaching a hand to her right breast. “Momma wants to watch her naughty cowgirl shake it, prove she actually deserves a proper rodeo,” AJ kept her tone even, despite her heart racing at the chance to be properly in the saddle.
“I… Yes darling,” Rarity whispered, knowing well just how domineering and evil her lover could be when she had control. Better to try and win the game from the bottom than submit to an even worse punishment from the hand of the calculating farmer, as much fun as that could be she did have work to complete tomorrow. So the show went on, Rarity sliding her hands against the pole and working her foot to the left side of it.
Applejack marvelled at the flexibility of Rarity, her body slithering shakily about the pole like some kind of erotic snake. She moaned softly as she became more and more intimate with the pole, her yet unslaked lust leaving a slight residue of her heat from the unzipped opening of her shorts. “Slower now,” AJ commanded softly, her hand now under her shirt, laying gently at her erect nipple through the soft fabric of her bra. She smiled widely as Rarity’s breath hitched from the command, but with deliberate timing her gyrations against the pole became almost painfully slow, and in kind AJ forwarded to a more bass heavy track from her favorite list of songs to watch Rarity strip to.
It was torturous. Rarity could feel her muscles nearly seize every time the temperature near her nethers changed, and despite the added sensitivity from the aphrodisiac the slow subtle grinds were never going to be enough to get the proverbial job done. Her nipples were now painfully erect, every movement seemed to be fine tuned to turn the heat in her skin to thunderous waves of lusty need. “D-AH-arling, I-I am getting a touch winded, the-AH,” Rarity fell to the small wooden stage surrounding the pole, taking a knee as she shivered from a sudden wave of the drug’s powerful effect.
“You ok Rares?” AJ asked, some genuine concern showing through her need to be domineering. As Rarity raised her head, and gave a confident glare AJ smiled, “You were saying babe?” Applejack asked, resuming her dull monotone, and slowly lowering her bra to gently flick at her erect nipple. She could feel her jeans growing warm just from the spectacle and light pleasuring she was partaking in, slow and steady, just like Granny always said in reference to making a proper pie.
“Just, fuck!” Rarity squealed standing and feeling the comparatively cool air of the lounge brush across her soaking nethers. Putting her hand over her lips at the profanity, knees now shaking with no reservations. “Yes, ahem, well I was wondering if maybe I might give you a lap dance ma’am?” Rarity asked, praying that perhaps she might seduce AJ into some kind of harder action.
Applejack smiled deviously, waiting a moment to take in the sight of her quivering lover, and simply gave a nod, “Sure Rares, catch your breath, but remember no touching allowed,” at that AJ spread her legs wide and flicked her neck straight back once in a come hither motion, her sharp eyes never leaving the wonderful sight of a slowly cracking Rarity. A thought suddenly occurred to her, and with a smooth motion the farm girl slowly leaned down, her plaid shirt riding just high enough that it exposed her impressively worked midriff.
Rarity mentally cursed every filthy word she had ever heard at seeing the adonis like body of her lover.
AJ had to chuckle, sure her girlfriend’s perky ass was amazing, and the veritable buffet of exposure she was getting from the tight shorts was a hard sight not to leap on. However, when one spreads one’s legs, and exposes oneself, one might just get a little rub from the tip of their mistress’ boot, and it seemed to have the desired effect. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and whether or not it was intentional the squeak she had made was a proper combination of adorable and erotic. AJ simply tilted her head to the side and asked, “Does your ass look what? Bigger, well yeah darlin’, right sexy that ass is,” AJ continued, slowly moving her boot as she spoke, only pulling it away as Rarity began to pant.
“Unf, y-yes thank you darling,” Rarity managed to groan, her fingernails cutting into her palms as she did her best to restrain herself. Moving herself backward Rarity began to slowly grind herself, moving into position on Applejack’s left hip and groaning. Suddenly with an incredibly quick movement Rarity threw her leg over AJ’s head, and bent her entire body back, giving a perfect view of her slavering pussy, and the underside of her bust. She heard a slow appreciative whistle, and at least inwardly enjoyed the attention given to the body she’d worked to cultivate just for her lover. “You li-AHH!” Rarity screamed and tumbled off her lover, as her lover turned that whistle into a soft blow against her spread and inflamed pussy.
“Aww Rares ya fell, and I was just getting to enjoy the view,” Applejack sighed, prodding her shivering lover’s exposed thigh with the toe of her boot. Rarity snapped back, the cool touch of a leather boot making waves of electricity fire all through her. Backing herself to the pole and stumbling to return to her feet, a now panting Rarity attempted to recenter her thoughts. She needed a release, needed something, but to collapse and beg for it was out of the question.
“Ah-I feel so refreshed!” Rarity panted, placing her hand on the pole and swinging around on it. Sure her knees threatened to buckle from the air passing over her, but as she built up speed she managed to twirl down the pole. AJ seemed preoccupied, looking to the clock as though she were bored. Rarity huffed at this, until she began to feel a subtle tingle. Applejack simply smiled her free hand now moving south as she prepared for the real show to begin.
“OH Gods~” Rarity hissed, feeling a sudden tingling explosion pass all over her flesh, cursing her lack of memory of the every detail of horse fly tonic’s effects. Her clit burned with every passing second, her hips were now automatically gyrating against the fabric of the open pants, desperate for release in a way that was nearing the point of physical pain. Her eyes streamed as the swelling in her tender nipples grew past the point she’d ever known as erect, it burned, it tingled, and the ripples through her were coming faster with every passing second. “Da-AH-arling, p-ohh shit!- Please may I begin stripping?” Rarity chanced praying that being naked might take some of the strain from her as she formulated a plan to rouse her lover to action.
“Not yet, I’m enjoying this view too much to just let it go,” AJ said. “But if it helps I’ll letcha dance faster now, I wanna see that butt of yours shake,” AJ smiled darkly as Rarity’s eyes grew more watery, and her lip curled into a tight frown. With a quick movement AJ’s free hand changed the music again to a fast paced, intense series of beats, all while her other hand slowly drifted south over her body.
Rarity’s mind was growing hazy, her vision tunneling to the vision of her normally submissive girlfriend now taking a slow full lead, and providing her as much an erotic show as she had ever done with stripping. The dressmaker found herself staring slack jawed, breaths coming in slow ragged succession as every beat of her heart sent blood coursing straight to her clit. AJ suddenly snapped her fingers, and with a shaky nod her dance began anew.
It was hell now, the pole had cooled down again, and the command to suddenly perform more high intensity dance moves. Rarity tried, she focused all her available control on her muscles as she climbed up the pole, her arms now stretching her body shakily out to form a full 90 degree angle between her body and the pole. Normally she could spin like this, move her legs, or even hold the position, but after a few seconds of it Rarity succumbed to her lack of control, and brought her legs quickly back for a basic spin down. She moaned without restraint as her pussy made only occasional contact with the cool pole eliciting more and more lubrication from the over sensitive flesh. As her toes made contact with the ground Rarity began to bounce her ass pleasingly to the beat, now groaning as though every lick of air was a tongue writhing over her needy lust.
“Mmm, faster,” AJ commanded, slowly playing with the flesh around her navel, flexing her abdominals as the beat to the music grew steadily faster, building to a climax. In much the same way Rarity’s desperate dance grew less steady, more chaotic. She felt the beat enter her, compelling her to perform a dance she could not properly complete. Her feet padded faster over the hard wood, her hips dipping lower as small rivulets of herself found their way to that hard floor. Her tongue lolled from her mouth as the torrent of pleasure and need for more tore through her sweaty body.
“P-ahn-lease mistress, please!” Rarity squealed, no longer in control of her body, feeling the ravaging forces of lust consume her sense of decorum. Her ass bobbed, her breasts jiggled with fiery intensity as she ground herself desperately against the pole. The beats came now hard, erratic, fast, and Rarity’s heart picked up with them pulsing new fiery blood through her body. The fabric, that coarse angry mistress, rubbing every sensitive portion of her inflamed skin. Lust so deep that it thrummed with pain and pleasure, Rarity had worked hours to get this reaction with whip, clamp, and vibration, but now AJ sat before her, watching Rarity’s body betray her in every way, and all the farmer had to do was spike a drink and play some music.
“Here comes that finale, show momma a good spin,” AJ commanded, slowly strumming her panty line as she might her bass, strangely just as deeper bass pounded the room. Rarity wasted no time, her hands grabbing clumsily at the pole, spinning with all her strength and none of her skill. Her body flew around the room, snaking into the pole as she bent her back, her legs now straight up in the air. The music pounded to a conclusion, just as Rarity hugged to the pole for stability and thus rubbed her clitoris directly on it. The bass dropped, and Rarity screamed as her lust climaxed for but a second, sending a shock through her body that left the dancer spread on the floor, moaning for a return to the wonderful release that left a puddle beneath her.
“Huh, pretty good there Rares, but why do ya keep falling?” AJ asked innocently, her thumb only now breaching her thin white cotton panties. Rarity’s head turned slightly, her body twitching as the orgasm faded back to dull painful heat. She was breathing shallow ragged breaths as she tried to compose some request, but words would not come. “That’s ok darlin’ we’ll do a slower song now, gotta keep you in practice!” AJ’s voice was almost unnaturally cheery, and as she spoke Rarity’s eyes filled with tears.
Standing Rarity took a deep breath, pulling the slow thumping string of a standing jazzy bass into her. She ran her hands down herself, flinging her hair up as her drenched sex now gushed her juices down her quivering thighs. She danced now, grinding the air, loving even the absence of flesh before her. The music droned on as Rarity worked her body up and down, every low note bringing her body lower and lower until her exposed sex radiated heat against the grain of the floor’s wood. She came so close, just a touch of it to her gasping pussy might bring her back to that bliss Applejack didn’t need to know about.
“Damn that’s a good looking dance, why not bring yourself closer and give me another little lap dance?” Rarity wanted to scream, she’d been so close to secretly winning even a morsel of relief, and now she had to stand, and move to her lover, legs now firmly closed in anticipation of a good show. Perhaps now she might earn her reward, her eyes betrayed her hope to AJ, and that hope made AJ smile.
“Ah-nother lap dance darling?” Rarity asked, giving a weak watery eyed smile.
“Naw darlin, I just want you to turn and jiggle that naughty ass for me. What ya get for trying to sneak an orgasm in,” AJ winked as she spoke, chuckling internally as the colors in Rarity’s face went from red, to pale, and back again to a blush. “Now get shakin’ or I’ll tie you down and run a feather duster over you for an hour,” AJ’s voice was grave as she spoke, causing Rarity to clap her hands over her mouth, and her knees to visibly clack together.
Rarity hopped to it, literally jumping as the images of her body bound in unknowable erotic agony flooded her poor mind. Bending then, at the back, and spreading her legs wide Rarity began to gyrate her hips, gasping and mewling at the fiction against her needy body. She braced herself with her hands, and watched open mouthed as her poor under loved pussy began to leak more and more onto her carpet. In her right mind she’d have lamented the need to clean that. In her current mind she only had a desire to taste how well she mingled with the perfect rouge of the carpet.
AJ smiled over Rarity, loving the sight of her slowly sinking into lust driven madness. “Yeah shake it harder for me girl I wanna see that ass move!” With those words AJ brought her unoccupied hand down just hard enough on Rarity’s slowly bouncing ass. Rarity crumpled and her moans betraying the veritable fountain coming from her crotch.
“AHHN-FFFuck,” Rarity groaned, her cheek rubbed against the coarse fibers of the carpet as her eyes rolled back from the sheer burning pleasure from just being touched through the denim. Her mind drew a blank, she almost slipped into that erotic nothingness of subspace, but something tore her back. “NO!” She screamed as a boot licked her clit, leaving a cold impossible wanting to be replaced by the burning need of the drug pumping her blood to her engorged clitoris.
“C’mon, get on up, less you need me to strap you down,” AJ whispered, moving down to look at her debased lover as she struggled to move from the thrumming in her core. AJ smiled as that beautiful ass rose, popping to the beat as its owner panted, rubbing her thinly veiled breasts against the floor. Her mouth hung open with groaning panting breaths, unable to form words as she jiggled her ass for all she was worth. “Up we go, come on now ya slut,” Applejack said, sliding her hand under the knot of the cowgirl top, and lifting her lover up by her top.
The fabric strained, Rarity gasped, the cotton roughly embracing her badly swollen nipples as she rose. “Ahn-please darling I beg you, more!” Rarity shouted over the music, trying her best to stabilize herself on her feet. Rarity shook harder now from the denial, but with another pat on her ass, began to twerk just as Aloe had once taught her. “Ah, unf, yes, touch me more oh darling I need your hands, please,” Rarity’s voice was breathlessly desperate, her ass now moving to the point of allowing the rough denim to ride up.
AJ’s smiled grew wider as Rarity’s ass cheeks began to clap together, seeing the jean shorts ride clear into her holes. Every clap now a rub, the rubbing clearly maddening her ass now as much as her sensitive pussy. It was glorious, and finally her hand had made it to the button at the top of her swollen pussy. Now the pleasure was coming full force, the sights, sounds, and smells of her lover debasing herself and now begging for relief at her boot. It was intoxicating.
Intoxication was indeed a theme as Rarity felt the rubbing teasing joy that was denim, running across her ass, sliding across her puckered anus, and always teasing at the entirety of her boiling hot cunt. The friction burned, and yet it was the only escape from the needful state of her body. So she gladly clapped her ass, shaking and jiggling the wide firm tush begging to be smacked, to be play with, to be penetrated. Her mind was awash with visions of AJ putting her poor body to task, making her a mewling little whore from every dirty, wonderful, and debauch action she would subject herself to.
“Alright, you’re doing great Rares, last time ya didn’t even make it twenty minutes, but I paid for a whole night's worth of pole dancing, so get to that pole and strip for me proper.” With that AJ put her boot to the jiggling ass of her lover, and pushed. Obviously not investing anywhere near her full strength, but enough to make the jittery slut that Rarity had become to stumble to the stage. AJ flicked herself growling from her own growing need to cum as Rarity practically crawled to the wooden stage, clawing at the floor in desperate impossible need.
Now it was on, Rarity’s lust was no more abated by the two forceful, ten second long orgasms she’d had, now she needed to please AJ, needed to tip her hand to action. With an awkward move Rarity began spinning slowly around the pole and bending at the waist to pop her perky tits from her top. That turned out to be a mistake, as the fabric slipped over her nipples, exposing them just enough she found herself uncontrollably moaning from the simple pleasure of the friction. Her knees lamented the decision by threatening to give out, her pussy by drowning the perfect wooden stage in essence of Rarity.
“More,” AJ commanded, slowly rubbing circles into her clit, loving the lascivious peek into Rarity’s losing battle through her slutty position. Rarity groaned, raising up and mewling as her breasts found a chaotic position within the top again. Now arching backwards Rarity tore the button from the jean shorts, fully exposing her slavering pussy to her lover as she dropped to her knees with some practiced softness.
“Oh take my body,” Rarity moaned, her back and head arched away as she blushed mightily from her own language combined with grinding her lusty pussy at her lover. “Make me yours, take my body and break it, I need it!” Her voice was high and strained. Every thrust hit at her causing the swelling in her clit. Rising after a moment Rarity turned, and slid her thumbs in the waistline of her tight shorts, yanking them partway down and exposing her creamy white ass. With a quick jiggle and a sudden pull Rarity exposed herself entirely to Applejack.
“Mmm, looks like you’re getting pretty turned on there Rares,” Applejack commented, loving the sight of Rarity bent and spreading her ass, tongue lolled out as she stared back near cross eyed from the strain of her lust. “But if you want something ya gotta use simpler language, we country folk don’t mince words well,” AJ groaned softly, filling her pussy with her fingers as she played at the wonderful image before her.
Rarity groaned, part of her mind demanding that she debase herself no more. However that part was so small compared to the veritable chorus of voices screaming at her to do whatever she had to in order to earn some form of proper pleasure. “D-ah- fuck, Mistress fuck me, take my bent over slutty invitation and turn me into your little whore. I need you to violate me. I will do anything for you to just fill me, rut me like a horse in the fields, I am your toy,” Rarity groaned out the request, her fingers trembling as she spread her ass even further.
“Oh, you want me to fuck you huh?” AJ asked, leaning back as she moved her fingers deeper to the coarse spot she’d learned of all thanks to the degraded slut before her. With a mighty groan, and a hard series of rubs under her jeans AJ came to a hard groaning climax herself. “Sorry darlin’” AJ sighed, her climax finally wearing of, all while Rarity’s eyes and pussy streamed from the wonderful awful sight. “Looks like I’d need to be convinced, maybe a little more of that slutty dancing of yours could get me back up?” AJ gave a cheeky grin, and extracting her hand shook her fingers for her needy lover “Letcha taste though.”
Rarity shook, sobs threatening to rack her frustrated body as she slowly pulled herself up. Her composure gone, she simply stepped free of the denim costume, and stumbled to kneel before Applejack. As a reward for being so supplicant she was allowed to rest her aching pussy on her mistress’ boot as she licked clean her fingers. “Good little slut,” AJ whispered, sliding the top of her boot slowly against her lover.
“MNPH, nghh,” Rarity screamed, then groaned as the orgasm finally ripped through her, wetting her carpet and making her body convulse from sheer ecstasy. Rarity then found herself ripped from the bliss as AJ lifted her entire convulsing body and spread her just so that her head, now free of Mistress’ fingers, was in a puddle she’d made. The boot atop her made her head spin with panic and excitement.
“Look what ya did slut, making a mess of the carpet. Need you to apologize for that before I consider giving you anymore gifts,” Applejack said coolly, making certain to not press too hard, but not to soft so as to keep the illusion firmly in place.
“P-ahn! Please forgive this dirty little whore Mistress, she could not control the way her slutty body acted to you,” Rarity’s mewlings muffled only slightly by the pressure of the boot. Her head spun between the excitement, the slight burn of the shaggy carpet, and the musky scent of her own juices. Still worse her loins burned now even worse, seeming to only be sharpened in their unstoppable hunger for orgasmic bliss after so little pleasure. Still from her position she shook her needy rump as best she could begging, she seemed truly penitent for her transgressions.
“Well shoot sugarcube I forgive ya. Now you just scoot on up to that stage and show ol’ AJ how much you really need me.” With that AJ lifted her boot and spread her legs once more. The feeling of her soaked panties was delicious as it subtly conveyed through her jeans just how much she wanted Rarity, and just how far she might go to drive her mad. Rarity shivered under the gaze of her lover. Even after exposing herself in such a filthy fashion, only now did she feel truly naked, truly vulnerable.
“Y-yes Mistress,” Rarity squeaked her shaky hands grasping at the pole, slithering her body again around the deliciously cool prop. She had grown so overtaken by her lust that the sounds she made were simply a guttural combination of moans and curses at just how amazing it felt to be grinding her raging hot sex against the pole. So fogged was her mind that even the feeling of naked vulgarity made her hot, as she spun grinding her soaking edged pussy on the pole, and licked gladly at her own musky emissions, not breaking eyes with her lover.
AJ nodded happily, seeing the drugs last few effects take hold, removing her inhibitions, and bringing the tight throbbing lust to an unceasing rise. Her girlfriend was now licking her own juices off a stripper pole, without dignity, inhibition, or pants. Now she was prepared for some proper commands, like a broken in horse she could be trained. “Alright slut, enough enjoying y’erself,” AJ commanded flatly standing up as though to inspect an animal, “spread that fat ass and rub up and down that pole.
Rarity positively jumped at the command, her naughty mind posing just how beautiful it would feel to be watched doing something so obscene. So stepping forward and spreading her ass she pushed directly against the pole. Her entire lower half shuddered as she let out a low groan. “Fuck oh Mistress my ass,” Rarity bit at her lower lip as the lower portion of her labia slid against the pole. “Yes please Mistress, my body needs more~” Rarity practically growled as immense pleasure flooded her mind.
“Easy ya nasty little slut, I didn’t say you could enjoy this,” AJ said, moving to the bag she’d drug over after making her cozy perch. “You’ve been so bad that y’all need proper training.” With that AJ pulled something out of the bag that made Rarity’s eyes go wide.
“D-darling you can’t be serious,” Rarity whispered, shuddering as her partner approached her, hands full of something that would torture her to no end in the coming moments.
“You asked for this ya little slut, turn around and spread em,” AJ shook the positively massive metal butt plug, still frosty from the cold packs that had surrounded it. The lube she’d chosen, however, was all the more devious, and though unmarked Rarity would soon know she had more to fear than just the fullness.
Rarity nodded, somber at the idea of taking such a stiff girth, but also excited at finally being penetrated. Going to her knees she shakily spread her ass, exposing her cute pucker to AJ. AJ was typically one to hold back, her strength only slightly below even Big Mac or Sunset, both of whom could bend metal and crush bricks. This was not one of those times, as Rarity’s ass suddenly filled with two fingers covered in lubricant. “AH FUCK!” Rarity crooned her yet unstretched hole now being properly taken advantage of. Her slit exploded with angry pulsing pleasure as her puffy swollen labia honestly quivered at the lack of attention.
“Keep quiet or you get tied,” AJ said, spreading Rarity’s anus just enough to accommodate the steel toy. In kind Rarity simply shivered, holding her tongue as bodily orgasm after orgasm flooded her, slamming her holes tighter and tighter, and yet something awful was happening. Even as the pleasure crested at an unthinkable peak, as she was riding the waves of her orgasms, suddenly something cold hit her. Rarity squealed, her mouth closed as the unthinkably cold tingle began to shatter her pleasure and sharpen the intense need in her.
“D-AHrling, w-ahah-at is th-oh FUCK, that?” Rarity stuttered, praying her prediction was wrong.
“It’s Pinkie’s special Zero Degree lube,” AJ whispered darkly withdrawing her fingers, and giving no time for reprieve as she began to bore the freezing, wet, piece of expanding steel into her lover’s tortured ass. She took inches one and two well, but by inch three the wideness was clearly straining the constantly orgasming woman’s poor ass, but AJ’s resolve for putting a thing in its place would not be tested. She flicked the top of the lube and put a regular stream onto the expanded anus of her lover, and with another inch, an unchecked scream, and a pop the plug was in.
Now Rarity was in trouble. Her ass was frozen and squeezing the thick plug inside of her like a vice, but the cold had as much an effect on keeping the flow of orgasms away as the girth did in pleasing her. She lay on all fours, a puddle formed under her of cold and warm lubricant. Her breaths were ragged, frustrated and worse her pussy was near burning. That feeling only got even worse as AJ’s fingers suddenly brushed her lips, tearing another tight orgasm through her body.
AJ knew that she had sealed the fate of her lover for the evening, both by inserting the numbing plug, and by adding just a drop of the terribly effective horse fly tonic directly to Rarity’s pussy. The effect was immediate. Rarity shook, the torrent of cold and hot, full and empty causing her to roll over and seize with unthinkable need. The pleasure of being touched and filled with the dull pain of her ass adjusting to such a large presence pulling her just to the brink, but never letting her go.
“Alright, ya got yer fullness, now keep dancing for me, chop chop,” AJ commanded, reaching into Rarity’s top and giving her lover’s left tit a cruel flick with her middle finger.
“AHN-fuck!” Rarity sobbed, the sensitivity sending crippling pain and pleasure all through her. Despite this, she knew full well that she would be punished severely if she failed to rise to the occasion. Thus Rarity found herself shakily rising and now starring Applejack down, waiting for further instruction as she tried not to slip on the wooden floor.
“Take that top off, and jiggle those tits for me, I wanna see the goods bounce,” Applejack commanded, stepping close to further inspect her handiwork in breaking the poor woman. Rarity tried, working shakily to undo the knot, but with a grunt AJ cut her off, grabbing the knot that held the only remaining shred of modesty for the breaking slut, and ripping it off in one motion. Her breasts shook free of their confinement, the swollen nipples, normally pink, now closer to red, beads of sweat running down them.
Rarity now did her best, working to shake her stuff for her lover, shuddering as the plug rattled and rolled inside of her. It made the suddenly rising swelling in her pussy feel all the more needy and she nearly collapsed from just that effort. However she was forced to faster motion as Applejack again flicked her nipple causing her to cry out in painful ecstasy. She bounced now, praying to please her mistress, to earn a reward, any reward for the heat growing worse and worse between her legs.
AJ nodded enjoying the reddening visage of her broken and debased lover. Her mouth was a constant open and gasping maw, her eyes streaming, and her pussy a torrent of juices. “Good, now your ass again, I wanna see what that plug does to you trying to make it clap,” AJ commanded, punctuating her statement with hard pinch to both of her lover’s nipples.
Rarity, in kind, screamed, her holes contracting, her ass squeezing the plug to death and her pussy gushing yet more juice. She felt as though she could spread her legs and let a bullet train slide in. AJ squeezed, pulled, and finally let go as Rarity turned quickly to avoid yet more torture. Even these orgasms only inflamed her, making her need more pronounced, and so, grabbing the pole Rarity bent to 90 degrees.
AJ marvelled at just how nice Rarity’s ass looked when the base of metal plug protruded from her ass. Rarity gasped as she tried to make the necessary snapping motions to cause her ass to make that pleasing clap, that the plug jostled in her, thumping dully against her and bringing her to the painful point just before an orgasm. She groaned knowing she’d need to snap harder, feeling the pressure build to a head inside of her.
“Faster now,” AJ commanded, bringing a hand slamming down hard on Rarity’s ass. Rarity let out a guttural cry as the pain brought her almost over the edge. Rarity snapped to action, giving her back the hard snapping motions, and making her ass cheeks meet in a resounding fleshy clap.
“Ah Ah ffff nah!” Rarity moaned, feeling the unending torrent of the edge just as much as she felt the undying need for more orgasms. She twerked and twerked until she felt the plug begin to become dislodged. “Ah Mistress, please, help me~” Rarity groaned indicating that the plug was now fiercely breaching the tightness of her anus.
“Better hold it in you loose slut, I expect my little whore to keep a tight ass if she expects any presents later,” AJ said, knowing her girlfriend couldn’t possibly hold the heavy plug in now that it had started to slip. Now AJ was hot, unzipping her pants and plunging her hand into her snatch, rubbing greedily at herself as she watched her girlfriend sob at the effort and slow failure that was keeping the plug in while keeping her ass clapping.
Rarity had lost it, her pussy was screaming at her to just fall down and rub herself raw, her ass was a blizzard, but the unsubtle ass fucking she was receiving as she tried to pull the plug up inside herself with no hands and clapping furiously. All the while she could only squeeze her eyes shut and sob from the herculean effort and denial she was a victim of. “I-ah I need, fuck, I need to be fucked Mistress please,” Rarity screamed through sobs and moans.
“Look at me you whore, I want you to see what you’re missing,” Applejack commanded, lowering her jeans just enough to give a view of her furiously finger fucking herself with the same hand she’d used to rub more tonic on Rarity’s pussy. It may have been diluted, but the effect was still obvious as AJ frantically fingered herself.
Rarity obliged, and quickly wished she hadn’t as the sight of her masturbating lover drove her to groaning jealousy. “PLEASE,” Rarity gasped panting like a dog as she begged “I don’t care what you want, sell me to Adagio, fist fuck me till I can’t walk, sit on my face for an hour. I will do any debase thing you want just FUCK ME!” Rarity screamed at the end, partially out of desperation, partially because her plug had just slipped fully. It felt like her ass had just been fucked by a bull, as it slammed shut from the plug’s emergence and dull thud on the floor.
Rarity slumped pathetically, rolling over and grinding into the air, her naked body desperate for proper stimulation, desperate to be stepped on and dominated, used and abused to Applejack’s whim. Her hands were lost to her desire trailing down her navel, the last of her control eroding in the form of raking her nails over her flesh. She needed relief and soon she’d have it. As her fingers slipped over her engorged clit. She let out a yelping scream as orgasms again rolled over her. “Yes Yes OH YES!” Rarity screamed as bliss rolled closer and closer to the strongest climax yet.
“Hold on there missy,” AJ said grabbing her lover's wrists and lifting her slowly. Rarity hung, a limp whimpering mess. Her hair was matted, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her mouth hung in panting breaths. “I didn’t tell you to cum, you disobeyed me, how are you gonna pay me back for not listening ya naughty little bitch?” Applejack asked, waiting patiently for a response. When none came AJ seized Rarity’s nipple, sending another massive orgasm rippling through her body and causing her to scream.
Just as the pleasure rolled over her seizing body the pain came even quicker. She sobbed from the feeling keeping her from whatever glorious pleasure was just beyond the intense, almost painful orgasms that she kept having. “I am y-AH!” Rarity’s breath hitched as AJ twisted tighter on her tit, bringing her to full consciousness once more. “Your whore,” Rarity sobbed finally. “Break me, make my body a filthy little fuck toy, use me, please Mistress use my body. I can barely stand it anymore!” Rarity panted after speaking, all the futility draining her to the point of being willing to do anything for the area beyond this hellish edge.
AJ considered the words of her broken girlfriend, giving them plenty of time to set in. Then with a slow thoughtful movement Applejack brought her hand up, and slapped Rarity across the face. Rarity shivered looking up at her lover. “You really think you’re ready to drop so low you filthy whore,” AJ asked seriously looking deeply into Rarity’s sapphire eyes.
“Please Mistress, break me. Let me be your mindless slut, just give me relief I beg you,” Rarity whispered softly, almost unfazed by the growing redness in her cheek. Her body hadn’t even come close to the point of coming down from the constant thrumming need that the aphrodisiac had instilled in her. “Fuck me darling, I am yours.” With that Rarity began to grind her pelvis into the air once more, groaning with sweet needy pleasure as she rotated her hips.
“Pathetic,” AJ said shaking her head and letting Rarity fall to the ground. She smiled, even as she tried to convey pure frustration, smiled a smile of someone that had really won something excellent. Rarity was finally truly broken, and now AJ felt she owed her poor lover just a little reprieve. So standing AJ pushed her hand into her panties again, and strummed casually at her slowly swelling clit she commanded, “You will beg me to cum, and you will cum when I tell you.” Rarity simply mewled in delight nodding.
Suddenly Rarity found a wonderous pressure on on her sex. AJ had stepped on her slowly, carefully, but forcefully grinding her boot into the slavering cunt of the dressmaker. “Ahn yes, oh yes, more!” Rarity mewled grinding herself into that wonderful pressure, and thanking the gods AJ had chosen to change into smooth bottomed dress boots as opposed to the dirty old work boots she’d arrived in.
AJ marvelled at just how well Rarity had already taken to degrading herself under her boot. Smiling wider AJ began to grind a touch harder, slipping her pants further down so she might put a few fingers inside her own swollen pussy, each thrusting finger bringing her to an orgasm that would nearly break other women. AJ, however, was no normal woman, Rarity had tortured her so often that she could hold toys inside of her while working for hours on the farm. Standing and cumming in her panties while putting her broken girlfriend through the ringer was a walk in the park. “Keep begging, if you stop before I say the word I will put you in chastity!” Applejack commanded grinding further the smooth sole of her boot into her lover.
“Yes Mistress, please let me cum, I’ll obey your every order if you just finish me, anything you desire I will give you my body is your slutty toy to play with, just please let me cum!” Rarity moaned, knowing well she was still gushing orgasm after orgasm, but focusing her entire being in pleasing her mistress with her filthy mouth. As that glorious feeling began to return Rarity braced herself, her nails digging into her arms as she tried to stave it off to the point where the final orgasm might not rip through her till Mistress commanded it.
AJ groaned softly, now letting a cheeky finger slip into her ass as she pleasured herself. “Yes, that’s right you little slut, tell your mistress just how much of a slut you are, let me know you really want to cum under my boot,” AJ’s ministrations ground into her lover harder now. She could feel Rarity bucking up against her, the puddle growing with every massive building orgasm coming to a mighty crescendo. She even admired the cute way Rarity held back the flood of pleasure by bracing herself and digging in.
“Fuck me with your boot Mistress, make my filthy pussy cum till I pass out under you.” Rarity moaned her breath now ragged as the control of the coming flood of pleasure slipped more and more. “It’s so h-AH-t please Mistress let me cum, let me serve under you and cum for your boot!” Rarity screamed, bucking her hips wildly against the warmed surface of Applejack’s boot.
AJ drew in a ragged breath, her pussy now dripping just as much as her lover’s. She quaked from the closeness, but reserved herself for one final game. “Cum like the worthless little whore you are,” AJ whispered suddenly tapping her boot rapidly on Rarity’s swollen exposed clitoris.
It was too much Rarity felt the dam break, felt the kind of orgasm one experiences only so many times shake her. Her mind went blank, her eyes rolling back and back arching at an angle that could only be called unnatural. Just as AJ let her foot up on more time a fierce spurt of ejaculate came from her lover’s pussy. It was an oddly soundless display as Rarity almost seemed incapable of even breathing during the throes of her pleasure. It was mindless dripping erotic bliss, and Rarity loved every aching minute of the release.
When finally AJ had stepped back from Rarity’s swollen cunt she could only smile at the mess they’d managed to make. Rarity lay before her gasping for air and still twitching violently from the aftershocks, which were likely orgasms within themselves. AJ simply leaned down picking Rarity up and dragging her to the perfect spot for her next and final act. Through being drug Rarity only moaned more as her entire body seemed to be near the point of an erogenous zone. Staging her head at a proper angle Applejack moved to remove her clothes. She sighed happily as the drug took its full ravaging effect over her.
Rarity slowly regained her awareness, the dull thudding in her nethers still very present, but slowly allowing her mind to return. All the awful things she’d said, tasting herself, groaning on the floor, and begging like a common whore. It was so vulgar, and yet so erotic, “Oooh darling now I see why you enjoy the bottom so much,” Rarity said with breathy satisfaction. She’d planned to say more, but that became incredibly difficult with an ass suddenly shoved in her face.
“Oh you’re not even close to done yet you naughty little whore, now you’re gonna give me a proper thank you for all of that hard work,” Applejack said grinding herself hard onto her lover's face. “Get to licking and don’t stop till you’re even more soaked than you we-ah!” AJ’s command quickly died as her lover licked long and hard against her dripping slit. The incorrigible woman now grabbing AJ’s thighs and digging her nails into them as she admired the only view she had, that of Applejack’s firm ass.
Rarity was still so dazed that it didn’t matter what she had to do, her mind’s only thought was pleasing her benevolent mistress for giving her such an amazing orgasm. She stuck her tongue deeply into her lover’s folds sliding all around the warm musky confines and basking in the country woman’s moans of delight. Her pussy was still drenched from all the activity, but just hearing her lover croon in satisfaction had brought the constant thrum of amazing pleasure back to her. She was Mistress’ toy, and now Mistress was blessing her face with such a wonderful treat.
AJ simply rode Rarity’s face, her partner’s tongue more violent in her that any bronco. It was an incredible sensation. Reaching down Applejack began roughly rubbing her clit. It had only taken moments but the sensation of a massive orgasm was pounding at her. Legs shaking AJ reached back for one final degrading punishment, grabbing at Rarity’s hair and pulling her back.
Rarity whined sadly at being robbed of her lover’s delicious pussy, rivulets of juices flowing down her chin. “Mistress, do I not please you?” she asked pathetically praying Applejack was enjoying the treatment.
“Naw you did pretty good for a dirty little whore, but tonight you’re gonna do somethin’ I’ve never gotten you to do,” AJ’s voice was dangerously cold as she shook her ass in Rarity’s face.
“Anything Mistress, I will perform any way I can no mph-” Rarity was again denied speaking as AJ thrust again into her face. This time, however, Rarity found her head buried firmly between Applejack’s ass cheeks.
“Lick my ass like the low down whore you are,” AJ growled waiting for a proper response. Much as she’d enjoyed Rarity’s tongue work in the past she’d always wanted to see just how she’d work her ass. It took seconds for the broken fashionista to to begin lapping at her lover's anus with practiced ease. “OH fuck yes that’s exactly what momma needs,” AJ groaned her back arching as Rarity buried her fingers into the meat of her ass.
Rarity was in heaven, Mistress seemed to so enjoy the vulgarity of her naughty tongue, and the filthiness of the act alone was a turn on for her. She jiggled AJ’s ass in her hands clapping four cheeks together as she buried her tongue deep and twisting inside her ass.
AJ moaned, her fingers finding their way to her slit as she began to want for full force stimulation. Her pussy was dripping, and four fingers slid in easily despite the developing tightness, leaving her thumb to brush against her clit. “Ahn yes come on girl, I’m gettin’ there!” Applejack moaned riding wave after wave of orgasm making her legs shaky from the constant exertion.
Rarity felt it coming from her position, and with a naughty thrust up of her tongue buried herself as deep as she could into Applejack’s clenching ass. At that she felt AJ lose it, a loud yell emanating from somewhere that wasn’t between her ass cheeks, and a sudden stiffness that robbed her of air. For a full minute AJ seemed to ride the Orgasm, constantly convulsing from the pleasure. When it finally ended Rarity found AJ sprawled across her, both of them gasping for breath.
“Dang,” AJ whispered, trying to regain control of her legs as she crawled to Rarity’s side, cuddling up to the abused but happy woman.
“Eeeyup,” Rarity responded, nuzzling into the farmer with a happy mewl.
“I still cannot believe you had me debase myself in such ways darling… Nor just how much I enjoyed it,” Rarity said cuddled up to Applejack on the couch as a movie began on the large T.V, she’d had installed .
“I can’t believe how good you are at being a subby little bitch darlin’,” AJ replied cheekily, earning a huff from the scorned fashionista. It had been an hour of slowly making their way to the couch between occasionally enjoying an orgasm, but finally the drug had worn off and Rarity’s inhibitions had returned.
“Well darling I’ll have you know that I in no way endorse such lewd behaviors,” Rarity responded turning her head to the side and crossing her arms under the blanket they were sharing.
“Oh? So you didn’t even enjoy it a bit huh? ‘Cause all that screaming says different,” Applejack chuckled planting a soft kiss on Rarity’s cheek.
Rarity opened an eye and sighed, “Perhaps I enjoyed just a few of the debauched things you made me do.” AJ simply smiled at her and nodded. “What? You act as though I… Oh fine, enough of the charade that was marvelous, I’ve never felt so filthy or so sexy in my life as when you were stepping on me,” Rarity admitted turning into the strong arms of Applejack to better cuddle her.
“Well I’m game for that any time you are, just as long as you promise to do me the same,” Applejack said giving Rarity a genuine smile. She had to admit, smeared makeup and sex hair was an incredibly satisfying look for the blue haired beauty in this situation.
“Oh I suspect we can work that out,” Rarity purred nuzzling into the bare chest of her lover. “I have only two conditions,” she added looking up.
“Name it babe, how can I better tailor your slutty whore experience.” The line was effective as it made Rarity blush profusely, a sight that the farmer loved more than a finished harvest.
“One, never edge me that hard again. I can be a perfectly… Dirty little um whore without all that damned waiting,” Rarity whispered embarrassed at her own colorful language.
Applejack simply laughed, “Ok darlin, next time I’ll only edge you half as much,” she reached down and squeezed her lover’s expanded ass as a form of contractual agreement to the promise.
“Oooh, well I can accept that,” Rarity giggled, wiggling her ass in her lover's hand as she continued, “Condition two is you will clean up my poor lounge,” Rarity finished smiling fiendishly as the color drained from her lover’s face.
“Aww shoot,” AJ finished nodding in exasperated agreement.
“I’m just glad none of the ladies decided to drop by, I would hate for them to have heard any of that,” Rarity laughed snuggling into AJ as she stewed on the chore list she’d be completing.
“Yeah about that,” came a voice from behind the lover, just at the shadowy corner of the room. “Maybe next time lock your back door too?” Pinkie Pie offered lowering her phone from her face and plopping on the couch beside the horrified couple.
“Whole time?” AJ asked shakily
“Eeeyup” Pinkie said delightedly.
“Every word?” Rarity asked dangerously, her eyes narrowing.
“Recorded and sent to Sunny and the Dazzlings, good news is they’re buying the drinks tomorrow.” As she spoke the phone vibrated. “Oh and Dagi apparently says she’ll pay a high price for that,e AJ,” Pinkie giggled at her own message.
“Pinkie,” growled the twin voices of Applejack and Rarity.
“What? I brought pie!” With that two pillows began assaulting the giggling party girl.
Author's Note
A fun little commision and a new project for the side stories that everyone might be curious about from my hit story CU The Dazzling Sunset. Not every chapter will be straight awesome smut, but knowing me there will be plenty of that.
