Frequency of Despair

As the duo of mares leaves the restaurant, they were talking it up about various things such as their current lives and their jobs. It was admittedly awkward, especially for the ballerina, due to her previous encounter. Fortunately, she's good at maintaining a stoic attitude.

"So how was your vacation this summer," Grace asked. It was quite clearly not as much as clicked with her as, say, Platinum. Either way, it's probably likely that a surprise is on the way.

"Went on a cruise, nice food, fed a stingray..." she said, clearly in hopes of finding a conversation to strike.

"Wow, this is really awkward," Grace admitted.

Meanwhile, a pair of figures watch the duo of mares as they walk around town. They will appear later and I have better time describing the sex that happens later. So, don't be surprised if any sequels will bring them up or something.

"HEY, IS THAT ALL WE GOT," the mare said.

"don't worry sis we'll be significant later," the brother said.

Out of sympathy, you, Aarcover and Gothic Century will have a role in this story, but it would take awhile.

"YAY!!!" said Aarcover.

"...Then I shot 'em in the face," Archer said about a time a dragon attacked.

"How freakin' awesome," Grace said. She admits that she was quite entertaining.

"Hey, I got an idea. Wanna come to my place?" the blue mare asked.

"Sure, I guess," Grace responded.

"WOOOOOOO!!!" Archer cried, having drank a little too much hard cider.

"Hey look, I can summon light wings to fly around," she said, summoning her pink wings of white. However, her drunkenness caused her to hover no more then 6-9 inches off the ground.

Grace Dancer was watching this with amusement as she saw the humorous sight.

"WOOOOOOOO!!!" she yelled, managing to get a feet closer to the bed, even that seemed to be a struggle for the drunk Archer.

"Here, let me tuck you in...*hic*" Grace herself has drank as much as Archer, but not as nearly as deeply drunk as her. She also set her saddle bag full of dangerous blades next to the front door, just in case. However, the temptation to have sex with her is banging in her head. She could sense drool starting drip out of her mouth, and her elongated tongue is starting to roll out. She could also vaguely smell her own and Archer's musks as she felt her backside winking.

"Hey, *hic* can we have some sex," she said as she brings her partner into her room.

"YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY"

The two mares then plopped onto the bed. Archer was laying on her back, spreading her legs to reveal her moist rose. Scootaloo's tongue completely rolls out, ready to be inside her. Said tongue was long, being the size of an average stallion's cock (read: huge). She wasted no time inserting it into the blue mare, slithering inside of her for a good taste.

"YES, YES!," Archer cried. To her surprise, she tasted like oranges rather than blueberries. Her tongue explored the mare's vagina, sometimes making the blue mare spot a bulge in her abdomen due to this.

"Wh-why are you taki-" she said before her eyes noticed the orange mare's butt in her face.

"I'll give you a head start, as it seems you're on edge," she said, which to Archer was a command to lick some of that swollen behind she has gotten licking hers.

"Hmmm....taste like punch," the blue mare thought. She was eating her orange lover out, and by the sound of her high voice, was about to reach the same point Grace was before having an orange butt in her face. Not to be outdone, she reintroduce her tongue into her colour-complementary-counterpart's honeypot. The ballerina mistress was vicious with that tongue, catching up with Glory's own. Slowly, both mares lean closer and closer into their climaxes.

The blue mare then turned, putting the two mares on their sides rather then one on the bottom, one on top. Both mares then dislodged their respective tongues as Archer moves off the bed and motion to a nearby drawer.

"You know we're both on edge, what now?" Grace asked.

"Just gotta try something Ribbon gave me a new toy awhile back," she said, grabbing what appears to be a strapon dildo. She then puts it on, as Grace position herself so she lays on her back.

"This thing has a bit of a surprise," she then flipped a knob near the base of, causing the "cock" to vibrate. Grace was starting to drool out of lust. Archer then inserts the vibrator-dildo-strap-on into her buck-buddy's rose.

"Oh-oh Yes...I feel like I'm about lose consciousness," she moaned, her eyes rolling back. The combination of the vibration and Archer's Thrusts has caused an unrecorded level of ecstasy, and she felt as if she'll lose her consciousness. Her blue partner seemed to only run on her instinct and lust, with her eyes barely focusing on Grace and sticking her tongue out. It didn't take long for both mares to reach their climax, though Archer came first, followed by dancer just 5-8 seconds later. Archer managed to be conscious, but Grace was blacking out. Soon, grace fell into unconscious slumber.

"Good night, Scoots," said Archer as she shut off and put away her sex toy. She then preps their bed for the night and, after checking grace's breathing, sleeps the rest of the night off.

Deep in the pages of history

Lies a shadow hiding in a mystery

A late night story buried far away

Until it once again sees the light of day